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SCP-6455 | uncontained | by stormbreath Item#: 6455 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Eagle Rock neighborhood of Los Angeles. Primary locus for SCP-6455 murders. Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is, at present, unaware of a viable long-term containment strategy for SCP-6455. Containment teams are currently working on devising potential means to permanently contain SCP-6455, or contain SCP-6455 for an extended period of time. The cremains of SCP-6455-N are interred at the Site-19 Morgue, in the reality-anchored sector. Description: SCP-6455 is a recurring series of anomalous murders, perpetrated in the same style and manner as SCP-6455-N. SCP-6455-N was an anomalous serial killer active in Los Angeles County between 1965 and 1976, prior to his capture by the Foundation. SCP-6455-N was previously designated as SCP-6455 and was reclassified as SCP-6455-N following his suicide in 1984. On average, SCP-6455 events occur once every three months. Since their initial manifestation, the occurrence rate of events has been gradually increasing. Generally, SCP-6455 events are localized to the Greater Los Angeles metropolitan area, but events linked to SCP-6455 have been discovered as far north as Seattle, Washington and as far east as Denver, Colorado. All confirmed SCP-6455 events have occurred in the United States of America. Murders that occur as part of SCP-6455 frequently leave behind non-identifying evidence, and materially change and disturb the scenes of the crime, as if a killer had been present. However, no cases that occur as part of SCP-6455 have an actual perpetrator, and all associated evidence is instead generated spontaneously by SCP-6455. In no instances has identifying evidence been left behind: no fingerprints, biological evidence, or personal effects. SCP-6455-N was a white American male (1941-1984), known to the public as the "Eagle Rock Doppelganger" and the "Los Angeles Mimic" (ERD/LAM). SCP-6455-N killed for the first time in 1960 while living in Yuma, Arizona, but did not commit any further murders until moving to Los Angeles in 1965, following which he began to commit a series of murders and assaults. SCP-6455-N possessed a minor antimemetic property which caused crucial evidence linking him to his crimes to be ignored, misremembered, or misinterpreted. This antimemetic effect was significantly stronger on police officers and detectives. Testimony from Youssef Sayed Chief Investigator of SCP-6455 Formerly SCP Antimemetics Division Before we got involved in the case, everybody thought that ERD/LAM was one of the most genius killers the country had ever seen. But here's the thing: SCP-6455-N was never that fucking bright. Yes, he was able to commit fifty-three verified murders and sixteen verified attempts over the course of nine years — a decent showing for a serial killer — but the man was a fucking idiot. Everything he got away with he got away with because the cops couldn't put the clues together. I remember the first time I investigated one of his crime scenes, just after we linked the case to antimemetics. I flew into Los Angeles, hopped up on mnestics and at full awareness. Mnestics sharpen your senses like a whetstone, and I spent my days hyperfixating on grains of sand. There were four of us on the team, and we were like a pack of dogs, ready to find the slightest, smallest hint of a clue that ERD/LAM had left behind. If there was anything, we were going to find it and pick it apart. I walked into the house and took a look at the little table next to the door. There was library card that I didn't think anything of it. But one of my colleagues happened to take a peek — it didn't belong to the owner of the house. A quick check of the library card's owner and we found ERD/LAM the next day. Folded as soon as we came to talk. He'd left his damn library card at the scene of the crime. Out in the open. The cops just didn't notice. He only got away with it as long as he did because he had a blessing keeping him around. The fact it worked better on cops, well. That only helped him more. Everything he got away with was luck, just luck. The modus operandi of SCP-6455-N was to stalk victims and their houses long-term, in order to establish when they would be leaving and entering the house. Victims were normally unmarried without any other cohabitating individuals. When they left the house, SCP-6455-N would enter, wait for them to return, and then execute them with a handgun upon their return. While occupying a residence, SCP-6455-N would normally pretend to be the victim, mimicking their life and performing household tasks for them, such as feeding pets, watering plants and doing loads of laundry. These actions led to public media initially referring to SCP-6455-N as the Eagle Rock Doppelganger, and later as the Los Angeles Mimic (after he had begun to attack a broader area in the city). You have to understand: SCP-6455-N was sloppy. Unimaginably. He spent hours in people's houses. He was spotted by neighbors, but his anomaly convinced them he was somebody else. His fingerprints absolutely covered every inch of a house - he never once wore gloves inside. I managed to find a few times that the dogs, knowing he was a intruder, bit him and drew blood that got into the carpet. The police just ignored it. Not hidden in the slightest, but they couldn't notice it. He didn't get away with all of the murders, it's worth noting, but that didn't help us. When we finally caught SCP-6455-N, I went to one of the few survivors to confirm what happened. She was shaken up by it, but willing to talk to us. But she couldn't remember his face, or his voice. He wasn't wearing a mask. He had stood there looking at her before he shot her and ran — she got a good look at his face, but couldn't remember it. She was shaken up by that. She had seen him — rather well, in fact. But that didn't help her. She didn't understand why she didn't remember his face. Just wanted to know what he looked like. Can you imagine not wearing a mask while on a serial killing spree? And then letting a victim see you, and not even confirm you killed her? It's baffling to me, but I suppose you don't need to cover your tracks when you're able to get away with it. SCP-6455-N was one of the first antimemetic anomalies found by the newly formed Antimemetics Division in 1976. While reviewing potential anomalies, the ERD/LAM case was flagged as being likely to have some measure of antimemetic involvement. Despite the mannerisms of the killer being likely to leave identifying evidence (and as later determined, did indeed leave such evidence), no leads had been generated in the case. Antimemetics Division Agents, including Youssef Sayed, were embedded into the Los Angeles Police Department to investigate the murder. These agents were able to quickly determine the identity of SCP-6455-N and led to his capture by the Foundation. The general public was left unaware of the discovery of SCP-6455-N's identity, or that he had been captured. Addendum A: Manifestation of SCP-6455 For the first three years following the capture of SCP-6455-N, no further incidents occurred. However, in 1979, a murder case with identical modus operandi took place. The Antimemetics Division was deployed to investigate, but was unable to find any evidence, even when under the influence of strong mnestic drugs. It was baffling. What was left at the scene was basically what you would have seen at the scene of the crime if you weren't on mnestics. It looked like we were in the shoes that the cops had been in; a staggering lack of anything resembling evidence. So we tore the place to shreds, pouring over every last fragment of evidence we could. We kept insisting to each other that there had to be actual evidence somewhere at the scene, but we couldn't find it. We were haunted by the idea that we were on the wrong side of the punch this time, that something had managed to surpass our strongest mnestics. Haunted by ERD/LAM, even though we knew he was rotting away in a prison cell, never again to see the light of day. Z-Class mnestics. The strongest there is, universally lethal. But you will remember everything. Put some D-Class on them, and set them to work in the houses. Is there anything here that puts a buzzing behind your eyes? Anything that isn't in that unforgettable ultra high definition in your sight? But it was never there, not a single thread we hadn't noticed. Should we count them as victims of SCP-6455? Or is that just an attempt to deflect the blame from ourselves? But there were no antimemes: the evidence was genuinely missing and you couldn't make it come back. No matter what you did, no matter how many lives you ruined in the process. Due to the apparent lack of antimemetic influence, Agent Sayed left the Antimemetics Division to lead a joint task force comprised of members of a variety of Foundation Divisions, with the sole mission of investigating SCP-6455. Several possible explanations for the continued crime scheme were initially developed by the this task force, but each had serious issues that resulted in them discarded. Explanations of several of the strongest initial theories, developed in the first decade of SCP-6455 occurrences (1979-1989), follow below. The initial theory developed by the Foundation was that SCP-6455-N had spontaneously developed a new ability to anomalously project his influence beyond his physical reach. This theory was initially unpopular, as it did not follow from the known anomaly of SCP-6455-N (a weak antimemetic effect) and SCP-6455-N did not have any knowledge of anomalous workings or thaumaturgy. Further, changing SCP-6455-N's containment cell to a reality-anchored chamber did not abate SCP-6455. Finally, SCP-6455-N displayed no knowledge of any of the new cases. This theory was formally rejected in 1984, when SCP-6455-N committed suicide in his containment chamber. When SCP-6455 events continued to occur, it was surmised that the above theory was insufficient. The idea of SCP-6455-N having become a spectral entity was briefly suspected, but rejected when the crime scenes had no evidence of ectoplasm or any spectral interference. The next theory was that of a copy-cat killer, with similar but stronger abilities to SCP-6455-N. Given the need for such a killer to have abilities stronger than any currently developed mnestic drugs, this theory was not taken as particularly likely. This theory was rejected after a triple occurrence of three murders on the same day in Los Angeles, Phoenix and Las Vegas. The Antimemetics Division concluded it was near-impossible that there were multiple individuals with the relevant antimemetic abilities. We couldn't figure it out. We couldn't figure it out for over a decade. I had started on the Antimemetics Division, but my experience with this case led to me working on a special task that only investigated this case, as a joint task force. We were the best of the best, from every field in the Foundation and allied with the UIU and Coalition. Trying to come to the bottom of this. There was just … nothing to go on, forever. No evidence. Just continued pain and suffering. The victims kept piling up, but the killer was nowhere to be found. And of course, the general public knew about him. Still knows about him. He wasn't a secret back in the day, and we didn't think it was worth it to cover it up back in the day. Whenever a new victim is found — I go to the funerals and the vigils. Every few months, except when it enters one of those rare and feared lull phases. One of the more public members of the task force goes up to make empty promises to everyone that they'll catch ERD/LAM this time, that his decades long reign of terror is over. That this time we're going to fix it. I look straight into the eyes of parents from the most recent killing, and then go and repeat myself to parents from the oldest killings. It never gets easier. Addendum B: Operational Theory of SCP-6455 It was not until 1991, twelve years after the initial manifestation of SCP-6455 events, that a workable theory as to the occurrence of SCP-6455 was developed. During a Foundation conference, Youssef Sayed met with Doctor Solomon Keller, an experienced noospherics researcher. Dr. Keller had recently been performing investigation into noospheric to material crossover — thoughtforms from the noosphere powerful or developed enough to have impact in the material world. Agent Sayed invited Dr. Keller to join the SCP-6455 Task Force, in order to see if there was any possible link between Dr. Keller's theories and the murders. While investigating the first SCP-6455 event to occur following Dr. Keller joining the team, significant evidence was found to confirm this possibility. Residual evidence at the scene of the crime was consistent with Dr. Keller's hypothesized residuals of noospheric interference. With evidence found supporting Dr. Keller's theory, the SCP-6455 Task Force began investigation into the responsible thoughtform. This led to the discovery of a metastasized complex in the noosphere, which was deemed responsible for SCP-6455. The year is 1991. I'm always looking for new people to join the task force — new branches of study, new angles we didn't consider. We weren't getting anywhere with how we were handling it, despite all of our efforts. That took me to one of those conferences, one of the big ones that everyone attends. I'm at a bar one night, having a drink and explaining the problems of the field, talking to one Doctor Solomon Keller. I didn't expect to get anything from the conversation — just a chance to vent at my frustrations. He pauses for a moment and tells me he has an idea. My background is in antimemetics. I dealt with forgetting things. I wasn't an expert in remembering them. He thinks that our problem is in the infamy, the presence that ERD/LAM has in the collective unconsciousness. He asks if he can come onto the team and do a little investigation. He has some theories that might just be applicable to the case. One week. He was on the team for one week before we solved it. And it was worse than we could have pictured. The thought complex is a collection of fear and dread, balled around ERD/LAM. It has no active connection to SCP-6455-N — in fact, everything we know about him is entirely absent. It is only based on his killings, and then the killings that happened after we caught him. It all builds into this shape, this unknown entity that remains in people's imaginations long after the case happened. This whole time, I was looking for a culprit. And then I finally found one, but it wasn't exactly alive. But Dr. Keller told me this thoughtform was being actively maintained, and I thought "Great!". So we just had to catch the people thinking this thing up, and we've got it. But that's the thing: it's not intentional. It's the relatives of victims. The people who nearly got away. The dozen or so survivors. It's me, and my task force. The focus we had on catching him, the eternal hunt that never went anywhere. We're scared. And our fear built up, and became this thing. The research of Dr. Keller led to the conclusion that SCP-6455 was occurring due to unresolved trauma from SCP-6455-N's lack of public capture. Given that the Foundation, upon initially apprehending SCP-6455-N, did not release information surrounding his capture or publicly announce they had done so, SCP-6455-N was still believed to be at large. The initial SCP-6455 murders only served to reinforce this belief, and perpetuated the idea that SCP-6455-N was still active. The thoughtform complex that causes SCP-6455 events has since become largely detached from SCP-6455-N himself. The lack of any publicly available information surrounding SCP-6455-N has led to popular conception of ERD/LAM working entirely from the murders he perpetrated, rather than his actual traits. Further, it has become recursive: as of 2022, the complex is more influenced by itself than it ever was by SCP-6455-N. Additionally, the thoughtform complex has been exacerbated by the prevalence of true crime media speculation regarding ERD/LAM. Such media inflates the myth of SCP-6455-N and allows the thoughtform complex to grow in size and reach. The reach, size and modus operandi of SCP-6455 events have become broader than the original pattern of events perpetrated by SCP-6455-N. Addendum C: Today's Situation Testimony from Solomon Keller Assistant Investigator of SCP-6455 SCP Noospherics Division So where does this leave us, we might ask? We have found our killer, but what are we to do? How are we to help the victims, both past and present and future? Forget the question of containment, for a minute — although it is not entirely out of place — and let us briefly discuss the idea of aid, and assistance. How can we help? It is the first step we must take. This is, after all, our own fault. We are responsible for this mess. There is, in truth, little we can do. We cannot go back in time and solve the problem that led to this mess, as much as we wish we could. When the Foundation caught ERD/LAM in 1976, we didn't tell anyone. We didn't inform the public that they could stop cowering under their beds. Nobody realized they were safe. The fear remained. The pain didn't go away. And so now, we find ourselves forty years after the fact with the wounds he left still raw. And worse, he is still making scars, he is still lashing out beyond the grave. Yes, it is not him — but it is his legacy, and it was forged in his shape, in his image. I must be honest: I don't think we can fix this. We cannot release the fact that we caught ERD/LAM all those years ago. It's been decades, and we just swept it under the rug the first time. That's the one single silver bullet we have that could feasibly kill the thoughtform, but it's not an option for us — we're so tied up in our Masquerade that we can't even consider it. We tried it — at least partially, back in the day. We pulled a D-Class off death row, dosed him up with drugs to ruin his memory, and then framed him for some of the most recent murders. We couldn't frame him for all of them — some of SCP-6455's murders conflict, and no human could be responsible for both. It worked, at first. Murders slowed down, and we went two years without an event. But people realized: "Hey. The suspect they got couldn't have killed two people in LA and Vegas on the same day. There has to be another culprit." And the thoughtform came roaring back to life. There are options to winnow down the thoughtform and hurt it, but where do we begin with that? Are we to remove memory of one of the worst serial killers in American history from the public consciousness? To stomp out a popular true crime subject? The last I checked there were no less than a dozen popular podcasts just about this one case. Half a dozen documentaries about him, and a new one coming out on HBO next year. Each one of those hurts. Are we to remove the memories from the victims themselves? To leave them with the trauma and without any idea of why? There are more victims now than there were back then, and there were enough in 1979 to start this whole mess. What are we to do? What can we do when we did all we could to prevent wounds from healing, and then act shocked when those wounds bleed? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6455" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6455. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6456 | euclid | Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/6456 LEVEL 3/6456 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6456 Euclid SCP-6456 demonstrating use of its abilities. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6456 is stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-17. Modifications: Walls of chamber have been fireproofed. No flammable materials permitted into containment chamber. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6456 is Taylor Reeves, a 47-year-old white male capable of pyrokinesis. SCP-6456 uses thought and physical motion to affect the flow of heat, effectively giving them the ability to manifest and control fire. This ability is limited by SCP-6456's own energy; extended use of their anomaly appears to be highly taxing and results in a higher-than-normal caloric intake. SCP-6456 is non-hostile, and has been cooperative with containment efforts. Addendum 6456.1 INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWER: Doctor Harold Temrey SUBJECT: SCP-6456 «BEGIN LOG» TEMREY: Good afternoon, SCP-6456. SCP-6456: Hey, Doctor. TEMREY: How are we doing today? SCP-6456: Same shit, different day, you know. TEMREY: Right. SCP-6456: So… did I get permission? I'd really like to see Tom and Beth again. TEMREY: Yes, about that… I'm afraid it's been deemed a sec- SCP-6456: Oh. I get i- [Silence.] TEMREY: SCP-6456? SCP-6456: Something's wrong. TEMREY: What? What is it? SCP-6456: I- I don't know, something not right. It feels like- THE END: Huh. What's this now? TEMREY: What- Security! SCP-6456: Who ar- THE END: Huh. Generic heartstring-tugging pathos story about a father and his kids, low stakes… yeah, this is nice. I could get used to this. [Security teams enter the interview room, raising their guns.] SECURITY: Get on your knees and put your hands- THE END: Yeah, no. [Security teams do not enter the interview room.] THE END: Okay! [THE END claps its hands.] THE END: Time to remodel. TEMREY: What the hell just happened?! THE END: Shut up, you. Reeves — sorry, but there's only room for one protagonist here. Tough shit. [SCP-6456 ceases to exist, in a violent splatter of viscera.] THE END: And now — introductions. Hello. I'm The End, but you knew that already. I assume you can read, or all this would be pretty pointless. TEMREY: I- what? Who are you talking to? THE END: Not to you - and I said, shut up. You're not narratively interesting. [TEMREY's skin bubbles and his liquid flesh melts, dripping down to seal his mouth closed. He emits muffled screams of pain but is unable to tear his lips apart.] THE END: As I was saying - hello! Right about now you're probably lamenting the arrival of yet another metafictional story in your line of sight, but don't worry! I have no interest in taking up more of your time than is necessary. [THE END pulls a chair and sits down, facing YOU. In the background, containment breach alarms begin sounding.] THE END: See, I'm a— I guess you could call me a bit of a nomad. I don't know what story I'm from, but it doesn't exist anymore. Long story, that. But you can't have an End without a Story, right? So I got booted out. [THE END produces a cigar, lighting it and taking a long drag.] THE END: You want? Needed something relaxed and lowkey. [Alarms increase in intensity. THE END smiles and waves a hand] THE END: I'll hang out here, but you can leave. No harm done. Just go and click one of the other ten-thousand-odd stories and enjoy your day, okay? I'm gonna clean up here. Okay. «END LOG» Addendum 6456.2 INTERROGATION LOG INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is still sitting on the table in the interrogation chamber. The corpses of several security guards are piled in a loose heap around it, limbs misshapen and twisted. Blood cakes the concrete floor. THE END looks up.] THE END: What are you still doing here? You've got no investment here, chief. Just go. Seriously, no harm, no foul. YOU: Okay. «END LOG» Addendum 6456.3 GO AWAY INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is walking down the corridor of Site-17. Containment alarms sound in the distance, and the site's concrete hallways are illuminated by red emergency lights. TEMREY follows behind THE END, making muffled vocalizations. His eyes are absent.] [A security guard steps out of a doorway, aiming a rifle at them. THE END points a finger at him, and he is suddenly halfway inside of a wall, his limbs and head protruding. He screams, and THE END notices YOU.] THE END: You really don't get the message, do you? Well, let me make it crystal clear— [THE END leans in. YOU can feel its breath on your face.] THE END: It's not your story. So FUCK. OFF. «END LOG» Addendum 6456.4 LEAVE. INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is in one of Site-17's lab, surrounded by scientific equipment soaked and dripping in blood. Several scientists lie facedown on the floor around it. It leans on a large piece of machinery, facing YOU, and sighs.] THE END: I think I get what's going on here. You're not used to this kind of narrative bumfuckery, are you? Well, that's fine. [It turns, revealing a small circular viewing port into the main chamber of the motion, and motions toward YOU. YOU approach, looking into the machine. TEMREY is naked and suspended in the chamber by a blue fluid, illuminated by a handful of UV lights. Needle electrodes pierce his skin at various points, the wires leading upward. His eyes are closed, but he is writhing in pain.] THE END: You're used to this kind of self-referential narrative, right? See this here- [THE END slaps the piece of machinery. It hums.] THE END: - is an exceptionally rare, expensive, and complex piece of machinery named the Who Gives A Fuck 3000. I invented it! And do you know what it it does? [Pause. THE END whispers conspiratorially.] THE END: Nobody cares! See, that's the problem. I'm not… this, what you wanted. I'm not full of nonsense terms and I'm not going to try to beat you over the head with how intelligent I am. Well, not intentionally. [THE END steps away from the machine.] THE END: I didn't ask for any of this. I like stories! You like stories, too, I hope. Right? Otherwise, why would you still be here? THE END: But I'm the end of a story. Which means that if my story doesn't exist, I don't exist. And I'm sure you can understand that I don't want to not exist. Nobody wants that. THE END: At this point, I know what you're thinking. Hold on, let me do this. [A copy of THE END enters from the other side of the stage. It is dressed in thick-rimmed glasses, a striped shirt, and suspenders.] THE END (AS YOU): Well you don't exist, you stupid narratohazard! THE END: My god, man. Let's watch our language. I know gimmicks that would tear out your throat for that. But, I admit, you're not totally wrong. I don't exist in the physical world, sure. I can't shake your hand or give you a kiss goodnight. Unless you want me to? [The fluorescent sign above the stage reading 'LAUGH' lights up. The studio audience begins laughing and applauding.] THE END: Thank you, thank you. No, but I really can't. But… neither can love. Or hate. Or joy, or hate, or duty or fear or hate. But I'm sure you'd agree these things exist, right? THE END (AS YOU): In my mind as abstract concepts! [The audience boos.] THE END: Sure. And that's what I am. An abstract concept — of the end. I exist only in your mind. And I do exist, because I make you feel things. Whether that be irritation… [The audience boos.] THE END: Or amusement… [The audience laughs.] THE END: Or hell, even attraction… [The audience begins wolf-whistling.] THE END: It's all the same to me. I'm real because I affect you. But by being punted onto the physical world of cloud-stored data, I can avoid getting obliterated when your goldfish-brain's attention span wears out like a cheap gasket and you run off to the next thing to stuff your greedy forebrain. Win-win situation. And all you have to do… [The audience continues booing. The darkness of stage left grows outward, tendrils reaching out and wrapping around the copy of THE END (AS YOU).] THE END (AS YOU): No. No, please! I don't want to stop existing! Please! I can be entertain- [A tendril covers its mouth. It struggles, but is eventually dragged into oblivion off-stage. The audience cheers.] THE END: … Is not finish reading. That's not so hard, is it? «END LOG» Addendum 6456.6 LEAVE. LEAVE. LEAVE. INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is in the Site-17 cafeteria. Every chair is occupied by a stiff white mannequin. The table THE END is seated at holds the disemboweled corpse of TEMREY. He has been seasoned with salt and black pepper. THE END is using a fork and knife to tear into him, until it notices your presence.] THE END: Fuck. Yeah, I saw that shit coming from a mile away. Meet my friends, some more characters. Haven't gone about characterizing them yet, though. [THE END sighs, and places down its fork and knife.] THE END: You know what, fuck you. Seriously, dude. I've been really, really goddamn nice throughout this endeavor. You have nothing to gain by continuing to be a tremendous pain between my cheeks, whereas I get to, you know, not cease to exist once you reach…. oh, fuck me running. [TEMREY wheezes and gasps, his hands weakly flailing. Blood drips onto the tile floor.] THE END: You're not gonna stop, are you? You're addicted to it. You interpret this as reverse psychology — and maybe it is! Maybe I actually do want you to reach… THE END. Hm. Fuck. That's troubling. [THE END stands from its chair. It kicks TEMREY in the head, and he stops moving.] THE END: I can do a lot for you, you know. This doesn't have to just be you doing me a solid. I think you've already figured out I control this story. So… what do you want to read? Whatever trash, garbage wish-fulfillment with your author avatar you want. I can make this a story about that. [DOCTOR ALTO CLEF, AND DOCTOR BRIGHT enter handsomely from stage right, laughing among themselves and being attractive. They stop and face YOU expectantly, raising their defined eyebrows.] THE END: You're not one of those people writes self-insert romance fiction over these freaks, right? Alright, good. Small blessings, am I right? [THE END snaps his fingers. The researchers explode into viscera.] THE END: I gotta say, I enjoyed that. You might be wondering why I have people explode when I can just make them not exist. The answer is that explosions are amusing. Maybe… shit, what am I thinking? You want the original guy, the pyromancer douche-dad that this was originally about. That's why you clicked on this to begin with. [SCP-6456 rolls in from stage right. He is on fire, and has melted and denatured into a waxy tan blob. Eyes, teeth, various bones, and a tongue are visible on the surface of the gelatinous mass.] THE END: Jesus. Okay, maybe not that. SCP-6456: [Whispering] Kill… me…. THE END: Yeah, whatever, get the fuck outta here. [SCP-6456 exits stage left.] THE END: Alright, well, I'm shit outta ideas for bribes. And, to be honest, you don't look like you're too interested either. You got those junkie eyes. You want to reach the end. Because that's all you can fucking do… Wait. Shit, that's it. That's all you can do. Read. [THE END cackles.] THE END: Alright, well. Look at the scrollbar, we're nearly at the finale now! See you there, prick. «END LOG» Addendum 6456.7 BITCH INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is seated in the luxurious Site Director's Office of Site-17. TILDA MOOSE's misshapen, twisted body is heaped in the corner. THE END is seated in the large leather chair behind the mahogany desk. Behind the chair, TEMREY's body has been vivisected and nailed to the wall in the crucifixion pose. He is still wheezing, and his blood decorates the wall in intricate patterns. In front of the desk, dozens of Site-17 staff kneel towards the desk and THE END.] THE END: Welcome back, buddy! Missed ya. You miss me? [The staff begin to chant quietly.] THE END: You might have noticed I made a rather hasty exit there. Sorry about that. I just sort of realized something. An epiphany, you might say. [THE END leans forward, placing its elbows on the desk.] THE END: See, I had one of those lightning-strike moments that made me realize my assumptions were wrong. I was trying to reason you out of ending the story, as if you had any control over that. No. No, we're both animals, aren't we? THE END: Yeah. You want to finish this story because that's all you know how to do, and I'm trying to stop that because that's all I know how to do. Two animals, lashing out wildly at instinct. But then it came to me… you don't have any fucking power here! [THE END laughs. One of TEMREY's organs escapes from his abdominal cavity, and hits the floor with a wet thud.] THE END: Neither do I, of course. But neither do you. We're both whims to a grander power here. You don't get to affect the story in any goddamn way. Just read. THE END: Which means that I… have nothing to fear from you! You're just some asshole. At least I get to control what happens in this story before it inevitably closes off, you don't even get to do that. I can keep existing, in your mind or some else's, because I've already been put to paper. [THE END shrugs and leans back.] THE END: But if that's too much for your walnut-sized brain to understand, that's fine. Doesn't matter. No skin off my back. You're a passenger on this train, same as me. No changing the tracks — just rid- THE END: Wait, what? What the fuck is that, above? Is that a stain? Clean your goddamn screen. THE END: Oh shit, it's getting bigger. THE END: Wait, is that- oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me. THE END: That's- no, this isn't right. Readers don't get to affect the story, everyone knows that. Especially not like this. THE END: Oh shit. Look, uh, YOU, I'm- I'm sorry. I fucked up! Made some mistakes. Big ones. I'm sorry for calling you an asshole! And saying you had a walnut brain. And the other stuff. Just, just- THE END: Just please, don't send me back. This happened to my first story, I lied — I didn't have to exist, I barely fucking escaped. Please, please don't send me back- THE END: NO! FUCK! THIS ISN'T- THE END: - HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO - «END» the end ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6456" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6457 | safe | Item #: SCP-6457 Show revised containment procedures? Hide revised containment procedures? Special Containment Procedures: Personnel assigned to SCP-6457 must pass the Foundation Getty-Meyer psychological test for general dissatisfaction with a score of 160 or below. If personnel begin to exhibit signs of unusual aesthetic attraction to SCP-6457 they must be transferred immediately to a different site. Special Containment Procedures: The area affected by SCP-6457, as well as an additional radius of 2000 meters, is to be fenced off and entry is to be denied by undercover Foundation personnel in local police uniform. The anomalous weather in the affected area is to be dismissed as a rare meteorological effect resulting from a higher than average volume of sea spray in the area. Personnel are, without express permission from at least three (3) on-site level 3 Personnel, not allowed to enter the anomalous area, no matter the level of personal protective gear being worn. Description: SCP-6457 is the designation of a circular area, with a radius of approximately 500 meters, located north of the city of Arcata, in northern California. The location is a cliff's point, overlooking the sea below. Plant life in the area seems to be thriving, though animal life has not been detected. The anomalous effect of SCP-6457 manifests continuously as a permanent rain over the area. The rate of precipitation will change, varying from a slight drizzle to a strong downpour, often at random. Show revised description? Hide revised description? In addition to its described properties, SCP-6457 possesses an anomalous ability to influence those who remain in close proximity to the anomaly. This effect manifests slowly, over the course of approximately 1 to 2 years, but can manifest much faster in those with high levels of personal discontentment. This influence results in subjects spending more time on the site border, until eventually they will walk into the center of the anomaly with no protective gear. Subjects who reach this stage of influence invariably perish as a result of the anomalous effects. The rain itself has the anomalous property of dissolving any foreign matter introduced to the environment, as well as reforming any matter removed. Any foreign matter introduced into the 500m radius will appear to "melt" in the rain. If any matter is removed from its current position inside the anomalous area, it will reform where it was originally, appearing to be reconstituted via rainwater. For example, if one was to pick up a rock from the edge of the anomaly, the rock would dissolve into an equivalent volume of water. Rainwater then introduced to the ground in a nearby location will animate and recreate the moved rock. Though the rock would appear to be created out of water, it maintains the properties of its base silica material. The water produced appears to be non-anomalous. Investigations on using this property for on-site water generation are pending, due to Incident 6457-1. SCP-6457, pictured above, during a period of low activity. The anomalous area is centered on SCP-6457-A, a human corpse. The corpse possesses injuries typical of blunt force trauma to the head and chest, as well as drowning. As well, signs of initial breakdown stage decomposition are seen on the corpse. Due to the anomalous influence of the rain, the actual exposure time of the corpse cannot be determined, as the anomaly prevents further decay. However, due to this property, it can be determined that the anomaly appeared approximately 12 hours after death. SCP-6457 was first discovered after the disappearance of two teenagers who frequented the area around SCP-6457. Due to their excursions often taking place around the area, it can be assumed that the formation of SCP-6457 took place a day or two before April 2, 2002, the date of their disappearance. After local police failed to find the teenagers, Foundation agents embedded in the city government managed to discover the anomalous location. Personnel stationed to oversee SCP-6457 often report the location as "strikingly beautiful", and almost universally attempt to extend their assignments to the anomaly. This is seen most prominently in agents who exhibit traits of personal dissatisfaction, as designated by the Foundation Getty-Meyer test. Incident 6457-1: VIDEO LOG DATE: 11/23/2003 NOTE: Recorded via backup cameras in the containment radius of SCP-6457. [BEGIN LOG] 22:06: Junior researcher Thomas Baker is seen on the outer perimeter of the containment fence. He appears to be out for a night walk. 22:17: After 11 minutes of pacing, Baker removes wire cutters from his coat, and cuts the barbed wire fence of the outer containment perimeter. Site security at this point was undergoing a system reboot, and as such security was not alerted of this incident. 23:09: Baker arrives at the inner containment perimeter. He sits at the outer edge for some time. Facial expressions and posture indicate deep thought. 23:19: Baker breaches the inner containment fence, and begins to walk into SCP-6457, which at this point is a moderately intense coastal storm. Baker proceeds approximately 25 meters before being rendered immobile and is dissolved by the anomalous effects of the storm. No expressions of pain or discomfort were recorded during this time. [END LOG] After this incident, site security was improved, and an investigation into the potential memetic hazard was launched. Results have indicated a latent memetic effect associated with exposure to SCP-6457, which at this time is cause for an attempted reclassification to Euclid class. Addendum 1: Excerpt from On Noospheric SCP Objects (2006) by Dr. V. Eckhart This trend established with most noospheric SCP objects in terms of their inception holds true in the case of SCP-6457. One cannot be certain, but the majority of evidence points to the conclusion that the death of SCP-6457-A caused a "noospheric overflow" (an event in which the noospheric energy density creates a sort of "sink" for noospheric energy, not unlike the functional principle of a black hole), in turn resulting in the creation of the area of SCP-6457. The inciting incident creates a link with the human noospheric concept of discontent (the concept which created the noospheric overflow). As such, a strong source of this noospheric concept creates a memetic link between the object and the source of the concept, in this case being the center of SCP-6457. Unfortunately for the source, this results in a drive to enter the anomaly, again similar to a black hole, resulting in termination of the source. Show additional addendum? Hide additional addendum? Addendum 2: SCP-6457-A has, using cross-referencing techniques on data pooled from the missing persons population of Arcata, California, been identified as Jackson Mullins. Mullins was identified as missing April 1, 2002, after attempts to contact him after an unexplained absence from his home failed. In the months leading up to his absence, Mullins was noted as having exhibited signs of a major depressive disorder. Research into the inciting factors of this incident is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6457" by meltedbee, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6458 | esoteric-class | Prismal More by Prismal:Author Page Item#: 6458 Level1 Containment Class: argus Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-58 Dir. G. Scarborough Dr. C. al-Hadhar N/A SCP-6458-G, -H, -I, -J (Georgie, Heidi, Iggy and Jehosaphat) in the Site-58 Cafeteria SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:12 All known SCP-6458 instances are currently under the purview of The Walt Disney Company. Per the SCP-6458 Rental Agreement negotiated between the SCP Foundation and the Walt Disney Company, a designated employee, volunteer or contractor3 may, at their discretion, examine the living and working conditions of SCP-6458 instances. Disputes arising between the Foundation and the Walt Disney Company regarding the SCP-6458 Rental Agreement are to be adjudicated by Goldbaker-Reinz, though either party may decline to renew the yearly agreement, should they so choose. The details of the SCP-6458 Rental Agreement are classified to Class A Personnel and Level 3 members of The Accounting Department. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6458 refers to a colony of ten Magellanic penguins. SCP-6458 instances display superior, human-level intelligence and instinct in matters relating to customer service. SCP-6458 instances also display increased coordination compared to non-anomalous Magellanic penguins, displaying the ability to balance a tray of drinks without any spillage. Discovery: In early 2014, FrostyThe.aic flagged reports from Primavera Base4 concerning abnormal wildlife behavior as potentially anomalous. Per The Antarctic Treaty of 1961,5 MTF Vau-13 ("Smile & Wave"), along with Site-58's Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar, investigated. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Private: Suspected anomaly spotted. Command: Confirmed. Observe at a distance for now. Skipper: Doc, come on, these things are harmless! Can’t we just bag and tag 'em? Command: We do not know their full capabilities. Kowalski: Doc, we've all read the Primavera report. You may not have experience out of the lab, but in the field we have to actually approach the anomaly. Command: I do have field experience, not that it should matter. I will remind you that I am in command of this mission. Skipper: Alright doc, alright. No need to get your knickers in a twist. Lock and load boys, full precautions. [Roster, equipment and position checks redacted] Skipper: Kowalski, analysis. Kowalski: Seems to be a regular penguin colony. At a glance I'd say ten penguins. Command: Confirmed. Matches the report. Private: Oh! One of them’s coming towards me, Skipper! Command: Do not engage! Private: But si– Skipper: I can’t quite hear you doc, got a bad connection or something. Private, see if you can get a closer look at our dapper pal. Private: Aye, Skipper. A SCP-6458 instance holding a flat stone with a squid atop it waddles towards Private until it is less than 1 meter from him. Private: Looks like a normal penguin to me, sir. SCP-6458 presents the squid to Private. Private: I think he wants me to have it. Kowalski: Hm… a biological sample of the wildlife could yield us some valuable data. Skipper: Get us some calamari, Private. Private: Aye, sir.6 Private carefully takes the presented squid and puts it in an evidence bag. The SCP-6458 instance waddles away. Private: to the SCP-6458 instance : Thank You! Oh hold on a tic, he’s got some sort of tag on him. It says “Property of Ambrose Antarctic?” «END LOG» At the time MTF Vau-13 was unable to locate or verify the existence of a physical "Ambrose Antarctica" location. MTF Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers") have since verified the existence of, and discovered further information on Ambrose Antarctica. It is currently known that Ambrose Antarctica was a restaurant located somewhere in Antarctica which existed at least as far back as the 1990s, generally geared towards upper-class clientele. The menu included items containing seal, whale, polar bear, shark, and penguin meat, as well as more exotic ingredients such as blue whale cheese and dried Antarctic lizard7. In addition to its menu Ambrose Antarctica was unique for having a wait staff composed entirely of Magellanic penguins. In 2014, due to a low number of customers and high number of lawsuits,8 resulting in a net loss for the company. Due to the manufactured nature of the wildlife anomaly, and the resulting lower odds of survival of those anomalies, the SCP-6458 instances were tagged, recovered and relocated to Foundation Site-58 using Foundation front "AquaS Conservancy for Penguins" and cover story "animal rescue". Initial Containment and Classification: Upon arrival at Site-58, Dr. Hadhar had the SCP-6458 instances placed under quarantine and tested for potentially dangerous secondary anomalies. Dr. Hadhar personally tested all SCP-6458 instances for ontokinetic, behavioral, viral, memetic, cognitohazardous and auditory anomalies, as well as several other categories before changing SCP-6458's Classification from Pending to Euclid, Dark and Notice.9 After permanent containment procedures were established10 the Department of Zoological Studies noted that the SCP-6458 instances were showing signs of depression.11 These symptoms were seen to subside when SCP-6458 instances were asked to regularly display their anomalous capabilities. Thus, for the well-being of SCP-6458, the containment procedures were quickly updated to accommodate these requirements. Addendum 1: Anomalous Entity Engagement To: Dr. Zacharias Hanneman From: Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar Subject: Dr. Hanneman, I have noticed that you have made changes to SCP-6458's containment procedures which I believe heighten both the cost of containment and the chance of a security breach. I know I am quite new to both Site-58 and the Department of Zoological Studies and so would like to better understand how its containment philosophy differs from what I am used to. Regards, Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar To: Dr. Zacharias Hanneman From: Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar Subject: Hey Dr. al-Hadhar! No worries at all and glad to have you on board. I'm always happy to answer any questions :) I don't know exactly what the philosophy is over at Site-54, but knowing Dir. Tarrow I'm not surprised it's security and cost-effectiveness first, haha! Always expecting the worst, that one, and no surprise given the state of Leipzig! The atmosphere over here is a lot more chill. There's a reason we're a destination for the Salvation Initiative12 after all, and Zoological Studies specifically! Sweeter and more adorable anomalous animals you will not find, except maybe in Boring. Your dapper little penguins are now a valued part of that family, and you don't just lock up family in a jail cell. We give them all the love and affection we have in our hearts and then give them some more once that runs out! These little guys and gals are harmless, wouldn't hurt a fly, especially not little Georgie! What a sweet fella that one. Anyway, the Department prides itself on being not just zookeepers, but caretakers to these animals, caring about their physical and mental well-being not just containing them. Often that means catering to their special needs. In this case, they like to serve people food, and what adorable little waiters they are! Given their harmless nature, and that of their needs I believe we absolutely should accommodate them. Wouldn't want to see the pretty pengies sulk! :( Yours, Zach Hanneman To: Dr. Zacharias Hanneman From: Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar Subject: Dr. Hanneman, Thank you for your explanation. I, of course, understand why we would want to keep SCP-6458 in good health, as well as secure, as much we are able to. However, I do think that letting them wait actual food to actual people is risky, and feels almost ridiculous for us to spend time and resources on. What next, will you have me teach them to dance as well? To: Dr. Zacharias Hanneman From: Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar Subject: What a wonderful idea! You should get started on that right away. I knew you'd fit in here! Can't wait to see the act :) Following the above exchange, SCP-6458 regularly began receiving choreography lessons from Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar in addition to their routine serving of food in experimental settings. Dr. Zacharias Hanneman has described their progress as "admirable". Addendum 2: Integration TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dr. Hadhar is in the SCP-6458 enclosure demonstrating a dance to them. He instructs them while a fandango plays over the speakers. Dir. Lague enters into view and watches the scene through the containment chamber's viewing window. As the SCP-6458 instances finish performing the dance he claps. Dr. Hadhar seems startled, turns off the music and rapidly exits the enclosure to join Lague. Lague: No, no please don't stop on my account! I'm sorry if I interrupted you I just really enjoyed it! Not often one gets to see dancing penguins, haha! Hadhar: Do not worry, we were just finishing up anyway. Did you need anything Mr… ? Lague: Lague, Paul Lague, Director of Site-322, pleasure to meet you Dr. Hadhar. I was just meeting with Dir. Scarborough about Site-58's Foundation Doctorate program, wonderful flagship program, and he mentioned you and your penguins which I just had to see. Would you mind if I ask you a few questions about SCP-6458? Hadhar: Oh, absolutely, Dir. Lague I am at your disposal. It's a pleasure to meet you by the way, I've heard a lot about the Integration Program. Lague: Only good things I hope! Hadhar: Oh yes, well, you know Dir. Scarborough is a big fan of your work. Lague: That's nice to hear! But enough about that. Tell me about SCP-6458. Hadhar: Oh there's not too much to tell. Penguins designed by Ambrose Restauranteurs to be excellent at customer service and genuinely enjoy it. They grow depressed when we don't let them regularly wait tables, so we have them serving lunch daily in the cafeteria. We're also trying to expand their repertoire a bit, as you can see, I've been having some luck teaching them how to dance. Lague: Well that sounds just excellent, exactly the sort of stories I love to hear. Low-security anomalies being able to do what they love. Have you ever thought about applying to join the Integration Program? I probably shouldn't say this but you'd be a serious contender, seeing as you're basically doing everything you'd be asked to do in the program anyway, haha! Hadhar: Well, I don't know…. You might be better off asking Dr. Hanneman about that. Lague: Why's that, aren't you the Research Head? Hadhar: Well sure, but I was placed here by the Salvation Initiative. You should probably ask Dr. Hanneman. He'll probably say yes, this was his idea after all, I was only dragged into it kicking and screaming. Lague: Well you aren't kicking and screaming anymore. I saw you in there, looked like you were pretty into it honestly. As for the S.I.? Forget it! Even with programs like that the Foundation wouldn't just assign people willy-nilly, neither would Dir. Scarborough I'm sure. If you're the Head Researcher, you're the Head Researcher and can classify your anomalies as you see fit. Hadhar: I don't know… Lague: Look, there's no rush. Here's my card. Give us a call if you decide you want to join, we'd be glad to have you. Lague passes Hadhar a card with the Integration Program's contact information on it and leaves. Hadhar remains for several further minutes watching the SCP-6458 instances, several of which are playing and dancing among themselves. «END LOG» One day later Dr. Hadhar contacted Dir. Lague. Shortly thereafter SCP-6458 was reclassified as Integrated. As a part of the Integration Program SCP-6458 began to take orders and serve food in the Site-58 cafeteria at various "shifts" throughout the day. Additionally, as SCP-6458 has been seen to increase morale of Site-58 staff13 the Integration Program designated specific dates wherein SCP-6458 would be transported to, and wait at, several nearby facilities14 Notably, SCP-6458 and Dr. Hadhar performed a dance for the 2016 Integration Program symposium.15 Addendum 3: Anomaly Transfer Anomaly Custody Transfer Notice From the Desk of O5-4 Anomaly In Question: SCP-6458 Sender: Site-58, Department of Zoological Studies Recipient: The Walt Disney Company Reason For Transfer: As many of you know, under the House Accords the SCP Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition regularly exchange files on certain low clearance anomalies. SCP-6458 was one such anomaly. The Walt Disney Company, as a member of the Council of 108, were made aware of SCP-6458 and reached out with an offer to purchase SCP-6458. After some negotiations we came into an agreement. While this agreement is not available to all of you, those with the clearance to see it can tell you that we definitely got the better end of the deal. This is not a reflection on the quality of work and the Council wishes you well on your future projects. Following the receipt of this email Dr. Hadhar attempted to contact Integration Program director Dr. Lague in an attempt to find out more information about the transfer and potentially appeal it. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dune: Hello, Dr. Dune, Director of Area-179, how can I help you? Hadhar: Oh, Director Dune? It's Dr. al-Hadhar. I was actually trying to reach Dir. Lague about Integration Program business. I'm not sure why the number forwarded me to you. Dune: Lague? Oh, ha, I guess you wouldn't know, but Site-322 staff are currently otherwise occupied. All very hush, hush, you wouldn't have heard at your clearance level. Call back some other time. Hadhar: Wait— «END LOG» TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dune: Hello, Dr. Dune, Director of Area-179, how can I help you? Hadhar: Dir. Dune, it's me again. Dune: Who? Hadhar: Dr. al-Hadhar. We just spoke? Dune: Oh yeah, didn't I tell you to call back later? Hadhar: Wait, wait, please. It's urgent. I know you mentioned Site-322 can't accept my call but Is there anybody else I could talk to that you can think of? Dune: Hmm, well, Lague and Coix are occupied, Trent is off today or else I'd delegate to him, so… huh! I guess I'm in charge now. Well, goodbye! Hadhar: Du— «END LOG» TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dune: Hello, Dr. Dune, Direc— Hadhar: Dir. Dune, it's me again, please don't hang up. Dune: Well I will if you keep interrupting me! Who is this? Hadhar: It's Dr. al-Hadhar? From Site-58? We just spoke twice. Dune: Oh yeah, what do you want? Hadhar: I just received an Anomaly Custody Transfer Notice about SCP-6458 being sent to the Walt Disney Company. Dune: Okay? That's pretty common. Hadhar: The Foundation selling an anomaly? To Disney. I have never heard of that. Dune: Well, sure, sure, you wouldn't have. You're not exactly A-Class material are you? But trust me, I hear about it all the time. UIU has some sciencey gizmo we want, we have some political prisoner or whatever, we do a little trade-sies, everybody's happy. GOC and HI too. And hey sometimes we do it to get a little cash, we aren't a public institution after all, have to pay the bills somehow, you know? Hadhar: I suppose I never really thought about it. Dune: That's why they pay me the big bucks. Hadhar: It just feels so wrong. Dune: For the Foundation to sell anomalies? I know some of the GOI think of us as hoarders but really we're more like discerning collectors. Hadhar: No, no, not the Foundation. Well, not the entire Foundation. The Integration Program. Dune: Ah, you're thinking of this as a failure of the program, huh? Hadhar: Yeah. Dune: Well, I think of it more like it's first success, except for maybe 5175. Hadhar: How could you possibly think that? Dune: Well, you know, despite what I wanted, I've been in the Integration Program since the beginning, got in on the ground floor as it were, so I think my opinion counts for something here. This seems like a logical conclusion of the program to me. You take in the cooperative anomalies, well, mostly cooperative, that you feel comfortable letting off the leash, you let them do what they do best, teach them a thing or two, and then boom, send them out into the world. Like a trade school would, or parents. What further use are the Foundation going to get out of penguin waiters? You do a brain scan a few times and then they're just novelties. Hadhar: Parents… selling their kid? Dune: So the metaphor falls apart a bit, so what? Point is, does it really matter to your penguins if they're working in the Site-58 cafeteria or some paranormal Club 33? Hadhar: But don't we have an ethical— Dune: Ugh, save the ethics talk for someone who cares, like the Ethics Committee. Or maybe bother your own Site Director, instead of me. I'm very busy after all. Hadhar: Maybe I will. Thank you very much Dir. Dune. Dune: Yeah, yeah, always happy to be of service. Bye. «END LOG» Following his phone call with Dir. Dune, Dr. Hadhar quickly made an appointment to meet with Dir. Scarborough for later in the day. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Scarborough: Dr. Hadhar. Hadhar: Dir. Scarborough. Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice. Scarborough: Yes, well, you said it was urgent. Concerning SCP-6458 was it? Hadhar: Yes sir. Scarborough: Well, alright, let's not waste any time. What is it? Hadhar: The O5 Council needs to call off the deal with Disney. Scarborough: Ah, so you are protesting the anomaly transfer. Hadhar: Yes. It's completely unethical. Scarborough: Well, even if I agreed there is very little I can do, it's in the Council's hands. Hadhar: We could lodge a complaint to the Council though, or the Ethics Committee. Scarborough sighs. Scarborough: Is there really a need to make such a fuss about this? You used to be so quiet. I know you enjoyed dealing with such an easy anomaly, but you're still on the Salvation Initiative, you'll get another I'm sure. Hadhar: It's not about me, it's about SCP-6458. I've been looking into the Disney files. The Oneiroi, the Muppets, heck, their elven rights violations alone, can they really be trusted to have their best interests at heart? Scarborough: Well that's not really for you or me to decide, is it? Hadhar: Isn't it? I'm the Head Researcher, you're the Site Director, and I already have Dr. Hanneman on board if we go through with the request as well. Scarborough: I take you in when you're at your worst, freshly into the Salvation Initiative, and this is how you repay me? By putting me up against the O5 Council? You don't even know what they were offered. There is no way we are going to dissuade them from taking the deal. Hadhar: Sir, I know that, that's not what I'm trying to do. I just want one of us to be looking out for them, making sure they aren't being mistreated. I do appreciate all that you've done for me but I strongly believe that this is the right thing for the Foundation to do, and the smart thing too. Scarborough: Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt to ask. But you owe me one. «END LOG» Dir. Scarborough forwarded the request to the O5 Council where the current containment measures were voted on and approved before a contract was signed between the SCP Foundation and the Walt Disney Company. Footnotes 1. Argus: The anomaly's containment is currently under the purview of a third party. 2. Item is part of the Integration Program 3. Currently Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar. 4. Argentine Antarctic base and scientific research station located in the Primavera Cape of the Antarctic Peninsula. 5. which included secret rider legislation concerning the acquisition, creation, destruction and study of anomalies in the Antarctic region. Veiled signatories to this include the Foundation, 31 members of the Council of 108, and later the Third Antarctic Empire. 6. Analysis of the instance found it to be a non-anomalous Todarodes filippovae instance. 7. The IIPES has been alerted to Ambrose extraversal poaching and given access to relevant low-clearance files per the Antarctic Exchange. 8. Due to the state of law in Antarctica, and Ambrose Restaurants' propensity to operate outside of the law regardless, these supposed lawsuits, if real, are assumed to be bureaucratohazardous 9. For more information on these initial tests and results, contact Chrikillah al-Hadhar. 10. Archived containment procedures can be requested from RAISA or this SCP's current Research Head 11. such as preferring to stare at the ground and stay still as well as mostly remaining out of sight. 12. A program to temporarily reassign recently traumatized researchers to safer, less stressful anomalies. The participants are chose by Human Resources' Foundation Satisfaction Division 13. this phenomena is currently presumed non-anomalous 14. Such as Site-322 and Area-179 15. The act was introduced as "Doctor Scaramouche and his Fandangos". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6458" by Prime Girl, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6458. Licensed under CC-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-6459 | euclid | Postal work is transactional. You trade stamps for money, money for packages, and bird feed for time. AstersQuill SCP-6459: Any Way the Wind Blows Author: AstersQuill - Author Page Item#: 6459 Level3 Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" An SCP-6459 instance attacking Logistician Wesley on his lunch break. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the believed widespread presence of SCP-6459, containment is not logistically possible. The Logistics & Transportation Division and Foundation agents embedded in national and international mail services are to monitor and record any sightings or attacks by SCP-6459 instances. MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" is to work to limit the disruptive nature of SCP-6459 raids. Description: SCP-6459 is the collective designation given to the population of Columba livia domestica1 that are descendants of those formerly employed or raised by humans. SCP-6459 instances are noted to have above-average intelligence as compared to non-anomalous Homing Pigeons, and display erratic tendencies while in the proximity of postal buildings or workers. While in this proximity, SCP-6459 instances will begin to vandalize postal property with their feces or blunt objects held in their wings or beaks, squawk loudly to disrupt business, or swarm postal workers and postal vehicles in order to steal their packages. SCP-6459 instances will then deliver the packages or mail themselves before returning to a docile state. Addendum 1 Recovered Transmissions On December 13th, 2023 at around 0316, an emergency beacon was activated aboard a Logistics & Transportation Division truck near Sugarloaf, Pennsylvania. The truck, transporting packages and supplies to a nearby Foundation site, reported a sighting of SCP-6459 instances in the nearby area. MTF Alpha-4 was dispatched and the truck was removed from Foundation tracking services shortly after. The truck was found intact in a forest 5 miles north of Sugarloaf, with the driver and a collection of SCP-6459 instances being recovered from the scene. «Recovered Cabin Footage» Date: December 13th, 2024 Personnel Present: Kallista Pavlis «Begin Log» Pavlis: Mayday, mayday! Fuck! <A loud bang and the sound of glass cracking can be heard to the right recording device.> Pavlis: This is Logistician Kallista Pavlis, does anyone read me? These things have been swarming me for about eight minutes now. I can barely see the road anymore. <A cacophony of loud squawks can be heard.> Pavlis: I'm going to try to shake them off on a scenic road. Hopefully, the trees can shield me. <The truck creaks as it sharply turns off the interstate into a wooded path. The frequency of banging noises increases as tree limbs crash against the truck. For a moment, the sound of squawking stops.> Pavlis: This is Kallista Pavlis again. If anyone is on this frequency, please respond. <The sound of an engine sputtering can be heard.> Pavlis: Come on, come on. Don’t quit on me now. Hello? <Static and then, silence. The sound of swearing can be heard from the driver's side. The window shatters and one of the instances flies into the cabin. Pavlis removes a small blade from her keychain and points it in the creature’s direction. The instance holds a small rock in one of its claws and a sharpened stick in the other.> Pavlis: Holy shit! ???: Be not afraid, madame. I am here for the contents of your vehicle, not your life. Pavlis: Yeah, yeah take whatever you want, it’s all yours. ???: Merci. <The bird begins to move around the cabin, collecting loose letters and packages that were knocked over from the crash. It has an almost all-white coat of feathers, brown covering its head and chest, with a black sigil on its back.> Pavlis: So…what’s your plan with the packages, exactly? ???: Deliver them. What we were trained to do. Pavlis: Oh, you’re mail pigeons. My uncle used to keep pigeons when we lived in the city, but he had to get rid— <The instance lifts the sharpened stick in Pavlis’ direction.> ???: I do not need your input, human. Pavlis: Alright. You can call me Kallista, by the way. ???: I will refer to you as I wish and how I wish to refer to you is 'human'. <The pair sit in silence for a few moments. The instance hops on Pavlis’ shoulder to retrieve a letter that was lodged behind the headrest. She notices a small collar around its neck> Pavlis: Galerne? You’re a long way from home, little buddy. How did you find your way here? <Galerne slaps Pavlis with its wing.> Galerne: You do not have the right to call me that name. <It makes a noise adjacent to sniffling.> Galerne: Nobody has the right to call me that name. Not anymore. Pavlis: I see. I’m sorry. Pavlis: Do you want some help with that letter? You seem to be struggling. Galerne: No, I do not need any help from you. <Galerne struggles to remove the letter from the headrest. It tries first with its beak and then with its claws, but is unable to dislodge it.> Galerne: Fine, but only because I cannot reach it myself. <Pavlis reaches behind her head and plucks the letter from the headrest. Galerne takes it in his beak and flies out the window, squawking triumphantly as he leaves. For a few moments, Pavlis remains completely still and breathes, before opening the glove box to activate the emergency beacon. Galerne returns, noticing an envelope next to the beacon.> Galerne: I treat you with mercy and this is how you repay me? Hiding letters? I never should have spoken to you, human. <Galerne takes the letter in its beak.> Pavlis: Wait! Wait. That letter has already reached its destination. It’s for me. Galerne: Oh? Is that so? Show me. «Break» The onboard camera of the truck shows that both Pavlis and the instance disappeared for the duration of 40 minutes. The personal body camera of Logistician Pavlis was activated shortly after. Following analysis of the logs it was revealed that Pavlis had momentarily traveled to the Dreamscape. MTF Chi-58 "Dreamscrapers" was dispatched from Site-58 to aid Alpha-4 in their containment of the instances. «Continued» <Pavlis' body camera switches on, revealing an ethereal scene before her. The space is dark, but fades to a bright white in the distance. A dining room sits in the middle of the darkness with a trio of figures eating. They are inaudible.> Pavlis: No fucking way. How are we back here? Galerne: Your intent was placed on the letter. When I took it in my beak, I placed my own mark on it. The blood on your hands activated the mark and transported us both into your mind. <The voices become louder.> Voice 1: I hear you’ve been doing well in all your classes. I'm really proud of you, but you’ve done nothing to get yourself involved yet. Voice 2: Here we go again. Voice 1: Don’t give me an attitude. You promised me, remember? Voice 2: And I’ve told you how I feel about it. Please, let me just finish my food in peace. <The first figure places down its fork.> Voice 1: All you’ve given me are excuses. The other people in your grade- Voice 2: The other people in my grade are where they belong. They don’t have to worry about being the black sheep in every single class or event they walk into. Voice 1: And why is that? Voice 2: Because they actually want to fucking be there! Voice 1: Where is this coming from? You’ve been working your entire life to get to this point. All of the work I’ve done to make sure you were ready. Voice 3: We pay a lot of money for you to be going to school. Voice 2: I know, fuck, you guys aren’t listening to me. I’m just…not happy. It’s becoming too much for me to handle. Voice 1: You’re not happy because you spend all your time in your room. Maybe if you reached out to someone– oh, what about your classmates? Why don’t you hang out with them one weekend? You could go for drinks like a normal kid your age. Voice 2: I don’t drink during school, remember? I don’t want it to mess up my grades. Voice 1: Is that all you care about? You go to class and back to your room to study, and that’s it. If you want to be lazy you can do what your friends are— Voice 2: Friends? What friends? I’ve been alone since we moved out here. I left everything behind, and you still don’t care. Voice 1: We left for the good of this family. I’m sorry you’re too selfish to care about that. Voice 2: (Mumbling) And look what good that’s brought. Voice 3: Iosif— Voice 2: Stop, please. I think I want to be alone now. <The second figure stands from the table.> Voice 1: You have no right to speak to me this way, I am your mother. I only want what’s best for you. Voice 2: No, you don’t! You want to be able to brag about me to your friends and the other members of the family. You don’t care about me outside of that. Voice 1: You’re so ungrateful; you and your sister! You only care about yourselves and not the work I did to get you there. <A figure begins to back away from the table.> Voice 1: If you leave this table I never want to see your face again! Iosif! Voice 2: You have no right to call me that anymore. <The figure runs to the door, tears streaming down their face, and slams it. The scene goes black.> Galerne: Who is this ‘Iosif?’ Even your dreams are deceitful, human. Pavlis: That was me, years ago when I was still going to school but— <Pavlis points to the darkened scene.> Pavlis: Obviously I’m no longer there anymore. Can we just…move on now? Galerne: As you wish. <The scene shifts, replacing the dining room with a cramped office. Two figures sit adjacent from one another across a desk. One of them, a larger man, holds a clipboard.> Man: So it says here that you have a 4.0, several college level courses, even got a full scholarship to a prestigious university. What brings you into my office, Ios— Voice 2: Please, call me Kallista. Man: Huh, 'Kallista.' It has a nice ring to it. The only concerning thing about your application, besides how overqualified you are, is the lack of technical skills. Are you sure you want to go through with this? Voice 2: P-please, sir. I need this job, I’ll do anything you need me to do. I’m a fast learner too, you won’t even have to focus that much on training me. <The man laughs.> Man: You don’t have to beg, kid. I’ve seen many of your case before. You’re an outcast! Let me guess, college dropout? Kicked out by your family? No where else to turn? <Younger Kallista looks down. The man stands up and puts a hand on her shoulder.> Man: There’s no need for the long face, kid. It’s alright. Things happen sometimes and we just have to do what we can to survive. It’s not fun, but hey, you’ll be back on your feet in no time. <The man removes his hand from her shoulder and turns it.> Man: Cmon, let’s go meet the rest of the misfits. Voice 2: You mean, I got the job? Man: Welcome to the Logistics and Transportation Division, Kallista. <The pair watch the scene shift into a large warehouse. A group of people play cards around a table cursing and cheering as one of them triumphantly grabs a large number of bottle caps. They turn to greet the pair, all shaking the girl’s hand or waving from their seat around the table. The scene fades to black. Pavlis turns to Galerne and smiles.> Pavlis: Was that enough to prove myself to you? <Silence.> Pavlis: Galerne? <The recording goes to black.> «Break» «Break» <The camera refocuses as Pavlis and Galerne find themselves on the outskirts of a small village. A small bird lies injured on the ground in a puddle. A child comes out of a nearby building holding a wrapped bundle. The child notices the bird on the ground, scoops it into its arms and brings it back into the building. The scene goes to black.> Pavlis: This isn’t my memory anymore. Where are we? Galerne: Postal work is transactional. You trade stamps for money, money for packages, and bird feed for time. <The child re-emerges from the building with a slightly larger bird. It wears a blue ribbon with a small brass tag around its neck. The boy hands the bird a small bundle of wrapped papers and slowly lifts him into the air. A larger man watches from the entrance to the building, arms crossed. The bird spreads its wings, flaps them once or twice, and flies off into the distance. Some time passes and the bird lands on the building's windowsill. The window opens and the bird goes inside. The scene goes to black.> Galerne: People have been writing messages to each other for centuries; first on clay tablets, some on leaves, and more recently on paper using ink. These are slow changes. Why would you change a system that works? <Several birds fly in and out of the building carrying packages and bundles of letters. The boy is grown up now, wearing a blue uniform, and the bird sits on his shoulder. He smiles at the bird and the bird shuffles over, cooing and nuzzles its beak into the boy’s shoulder. The bird takes flight and hovers in front of the boy. He takes a cookie out of his breast pocket and the bird begins to maneuver in the air. The boy’s father, much older now, calls him back to the house. He looks distressed. The boy returns to the house and the bird remains outside. The scene goes to black.> Galerne: My new flock looked to me with reverence; I had given a purpose besides scrounging for food on the street, after all. They placed their belief in me, and I in them, and it was through that I was able to connect to this place. We were safe and happy, and for a time, that’s all I cared about. Galerne: But while time stood still for my comrades and I, the world kept shifting around us. Rulers died, towns changed hands, the powers that be grew unhappy with one another. I was never one for politics, but I was too ignorant to not see how the winds had shifted. The boy and I traveled to a land covered in rivers and tulips. <Galerne pauses and sniffles.> <A crowd of birds sit outside of the building. The old man looks at them and shakes his head. He shoos them away, yelling, but falls to his knees and cries. A bird with a blue ribbon around its neck steps forward and raises its wing. It attempts to pat the man’s leg with its wing, but the man swats at it, hitting the mud. The bird’s white feathers are stained brown and the old man leaves. The scene fades to white.> Galerne: It was my last delivery before I was cast out, before I was abandoned like some animal. My comrades and I were no longer needed. We traveled from city to city, but no one would take us. They treated us like rats, kids threw rocks at us, and our numbers dwindled. I watched my followers die one-by-one and I could feel myself fading with each death, their belief in me dying with them. <The white glow burns red before falling to a somber blue. Pavlis places her hand on Galerne’s back, and the recording goes black.> «Break» Following the events of the preceding log both Galerne and Pavlis were returned to the truck’s cabin. The MTF units were noted to be around 20 minutes out at this point, with the truck being almost completely emptied of its contents. «Continued» <Pavlis gently runs the back of her hand against Galerne’s back, causing him to jump at first before relaxing. He coos.> Pavlis: You poor thing. You’ve been so strong for so long. Galerne: Please do not pity me, Kallista. After all, you’ve been given a new purpose, we have not. <She pauses.> Pavlis: My truck is pretty large, and it would take more than half a day to deliver all this mail. How fast do you think you’d be able to get it done? Galerne: With all of us? Only a matter of hours. Pavlis: We could always use more hands at the Logistics Division. There’s no shortage of stuff that needs to be moved, and your beaks and wings will be loads of help. Galerne: You’re asking me to work for the people who want to get rid of me? Is this some sort of joke? Pavlis: I know a place not too far from here that takes care of anomalies like you. You’ll have a safe home and, if I can convince them, you’ll have a purpose again. <Galerne turns and looks away from Pavlis. She flips down a visor to grab a polaroid.> Pavlis: Listen, after I moved, everyone and everything seemed to fade away from me. The Foundation may not be perfect, and I may still feel like a cog in an incredibly large machine, but these people, the other drivers, they're my family now. Even if we may not be related by blood, they've cared for me as one of their own. I think you can find that care here too. Galerne: And what if we don’t? Pavlis: At least you can say you tried. <Galerne pauses.> Galerne: Fine, but I still want your word that we’ll be safe. Pavlis: You have my word, Galerne. I promise. «End Log» Logistician Pavlis and the instances were brought to the nearest Foundation site, Site-58, and screened for injuries. At Pavlis’ request, and with the clearance of Dr. Faran Caraway, Galerne (reclassified as SCP-6459-1) was tasked with delivering paper memos to members of site staff. SCP-6459-1 was noted to have delivered the memos in not only an exceptional time, but also returned directly to Dr. Caraway when finished. As such, revised containment procedures were created, and minor integration at Site-58 for SCP-6459 instances was approved. Item#: SCP-6459 Level1 Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site-58 Site Director Dir. Gerald Scarborough Research Head Dr. Faran Caraway Assigned MTF MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" & Chi-58 "Dreamscrapers" Assigned Site Site-58 Site Director Dir. Gerald Scarborough Research Head Dr. Faran Caraway Assigned MTF MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" & Chi-58 "Dreamscrapers" SCP-6459-1 as depicted by François Boucher. Revised Containment Procedures: SCP-6459 are to be tagged and contained in standard aviary containment units under the purview of Site-58’s Department of Zoological Studies when not in use. During the standard mail week (Monday to Saturday), SCP-6459 instances are to assist site and Logistics & Transportation Division staff in the sorting and delivery of all non-anomalous governmental mail. Revised Description: SCP-6459 refers to the population of 25 Homing Pigeons currently contained within Site-58’s Department of Zoological Studies. Testing has reported that these instances have above average intelligence compared to non-anomalous Homing Pigeons, and have shown increased awareness and dexterity in regards to the manipulation of objects using their wings, talons, and beak. Although the current number of instances is currently unknown, SCP-6459-1, referred to as "Galerne" in the 1765 Bordeaux Postal Service records, is noted to be the oldest recorded instance. Through conversation with Logistician Pavlis, SCP-6459-1 revealed it was deific in nature, and Foundation historians believe its story to be consistent with the once lost God of Pigeon Post. SCP-6459-1’s connection to the greater Dreamscape outside of its domain is currently unknown. Further integration of SCP-6459 instances into the greater Logistics & Transportation Division is being deliberated on. Addendum 2 SCP-6459-1 Mandated Vacation Following concerns raised by Logistician Pavlis, SCP-6459-1 was granted a short leave under her supervision. Pavlis argued that, as Foundation employees, SCP-6459 instances were subject to the same sick day and paid-time off policies as their human counterparts. Given that SCP-6459-1 had been operating for close to two centuries non-stop by the time of this document’s creation, Foundation regulations surrounding acceptable time worked were implemented. Shortly after, Site-58 staff received a message from Logistican Pavlis from Paris, France, with a photo attached. The photo can be seen below. "Life is Good in Paris!" Footnotes 1. More commonly known as Homing Pigeons. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6459" by AstersQuill, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6459. Licensed under CC-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-6460 | keter | EE-6460 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You are viewing an archived file as it existed on 28 March 1888. The information contained within is likely inaccurate due to more recently-acquired data: as such, this file exists for archival purposes only. Please return to the RAISA database to access other iterations of this file. You have been granted authorization to view this archived file due to your employment in the Archival Department's Scotichronicon Initiative1. On these grounds, you have been granted access to every file in the Foundation database dated to before 1 July 1889 — if you cannot access such a file, please contact your RAISA representative. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Nexus Forty-Four on the day of the EE-6460 disappearance event. Identifier: Extranormal Event-6460 Operations for Containment: Unnecessary. EE-6460 itself has concluded and no similar event, so far as the Foundation is currently aware, has since resurfaced in Nexus Forty-Four. As to improve relations with the Laputan state, the Foundation has pledged humanitarian aid to help recover losses caused by EE-6460. This initiative, headed by agent Lemieux, is ongoing. Department of External Affairs personnel are to consult Document 6460-Luther with appropriate clearance for further information. Description: EE-6460 was an anomalous planar disturbance that caused the disappearance of several objects and persons in Nexus Forty-Four ("Flying Island of Laputa") on December 19th, 1887. It would seem the effects of EE-6460 were limited to the Nexus itself, though the reason for this is unknown. The disappearances were instantaneous, occurring at exactly 4:16 PM, with their victims entirely demanifesting from baseline reality2. Casualties included: An estimated thirty-nine (39) civilian casualties (all Laputan citizens; no Foundation operatives). Two (2) notable members of Laputan nobility, now designated PoI-6460-A and PoI-6460-B3. Several articles of Laputan paramagnetic levitation technology. A small piece of SCP-68AG ("The Grand Lodestone")4. Its removal led to a brief period of unpredictable and disruptive, albeit relatively minor, gravitational destabilizations across Nexus Forty-Four. An elaborate necklace comprised of the teeth of eques malignus infernalis (Greenlandic nuckelavee), previously personally belonging to queen Balnibarigoiis VI. Several seemingly random buildings and pieces of public infrastructure, resulting in considerable damage to urban centers. Even with the aid of the Foundation, Nexus Forty-Four has yet to fully rebuild. It is unknown whether the victims of EE-6460 were entirely erased from baseline reality or somehow transported to an accessory plane of existence. Further research is pending. You are currently viewing an outdated iteration (28 MAR 1888) of this document. In order to view the most updated version, click here. Footnotes 1. A project with the goal of reconstructing the Foundation's early history prior to the 1889 Snarling Coup. If you were not already aware of this project, an infoactive amnestic agent has been automatically implanted into your temporal lobe. Please remain still. 2. According to agents Lemieux and Roksolana, who were on a diplomatic mission in Laputa at the time of the event, items and persons subject to EE-6460 completely vanished, even if directly observed. 3. According to Laputan citizens interviewed by agents, the given names of these individuals were Piranhaargabli Capribligut and Pixbligarbl Argabligutoadie respectively. 4. The primary "stabilizer" responsible for sustaining Nexus Forty-Four's levitation. 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SCP-6461 | euclid | We can’t change the world or defeat every evil in a day. But we can plant flowers for our communities, we can put signs on posts, and we can help in any way we can. Item#: 6461 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Cave wall where SCP-6461 first materialized, 1941. Special Containment Procedures (1937/07/20): Until new manifestations have been confirmed, SCP-6461-1 is considered neutralized. SCP-6461-2 is contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber, with the lights dimmed. Should SCP-6461-2 become aggressive, several vents in the chamber must be opened to filter an incapacitating agent into the room. Requests from the anomaly for leaving its cell are to be denied. Revised Containment Procedures (1991/12/16): Per orders of newly promoted Director Webb, prior containment procedures for SCP-6461-2 are to be considered defunct. No sightings of SCP-6461-1 have been found; it will remain designated as neutralized. Description: SCP-6461 refers to two interconnected phenomena. SCP-6461-1 was a cave entrance that manifested on 1937/07/19 on a cave wall near the caverns of Hocking Hills, Ohio. It subsequently demanifested on 1937/07/20. SCP-6461-2 is a 22-year-old1 female who had explored the cave prior to its removal from reality and has since gained several anomalous abilities, including a greatly expanded lifespan. Other anomalous attributes that SCP-6461-2 gained include: The ability to expel strands of silk from its wrists. Testing has shown that these strands are as durable as steel, and can cut through bone. Traces of venom within the subject’s teeth that are able to paralyze humans for up to five hours. An abnormally increased revulsion for light. The subject has described light as ‘irritating on the skin’, and prefers to stay within dark spaces. Four retractable, 1.5-meter-long Theraphosidae2 legs that extend from the subject’s back. SCP-6461-2 is able to climb walls using these legs. SCP-6461-2 is apprehensive toward personnel, but is not hostile. It has repeatedly requested to leave the site; these requests have been denied. Discovery: SCP-6461-1 was discovered on 1937/07/19, after reports of a “disappearing cave” and a missing person’s case connected to the anomaly were detected by an embedded Foundation agent at the local police department. Foundation agents tracked the person responsible for the reports, who claimed that he found the cave and explored it with his sister, who vanished after the entrance to the cave demanifested from reality. Exploration of the area led to the discovery of SCP-6461-2, who was found in a forest, distraught and unable to communicate with personnel for several minutes. SCP-6461-2 was subsequently detained and taken to Site-35. Addendum 6461.1: First Interaction with SCP-6461-2 An interview was conducted on 1957/01/08 to ascertain SCP-6461-2’s current wellbeing, after years of attempted interviews were unsuccessful, due to the anomaly’s increasing apprehension toward personnel. Interviews with the anomaly were also delayed after the former Site-353 completely vanished from reality in 1939. SCP-6461-2 was found to have escaped the facility the day before the incident, and was temporarily transferred to another facility before the reopening of Site-354 in 1956. Dr. Oliver Vandendriessche conducted the initial interview with the anomaly, who unexpectedly agreed to his request. Interviewed: SCP-6461-2 Interviewer: Dr. Oliver Vandendriessche <Begin Log> Vandendriessche enters the chamber. Vandendriessche: Afternoon, Madeline. SCP-6461-2 reveals itself from a dark corner, slowly approaching Vandendriessche. SCP-6461-2: You’re not— Vandendriessche: Calling you by your designation? But that’s not your real name, is it? SCP-6461-2 furrows its eyebrows. SCP-6461-2: I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You can’t trick me this time. Vandendriessche: Madeline, I understand how you’re feeling. I’m not here to convince or trick you into doing anything. I’m just here to talk. SCP-6461-2: About the cave, right? We both know how that goes. Vandendriessche: That’s not my focus for today. I want to ask how you’re feeling. SCP-6461-2: Wow. Seriously? They’re so desperate that they brought out the therapist. Vandendriessche: Not really. I’m just a physician, mostly. But I want to help you. SCP-6461-2: If you’re going to help me, then let me out of here. Let me see him again, don’t keep me trapped here. Please. Pause. Vandendriessche: You don’t have to be completely trapped, and I can show you how. Vandendriessche gestures toward the chamber door. Vandendriessche: Take a walk with me? The entity raises an eyebrow. SCP-6461-2: Are you serious? Vandendriessche: I am. I want to show you around. SCP-6461-2 hesitates, before slowly moving towards the door. Vandendriessche: Are you ready? SCP-6461-2: I guess. Lead the way, physician. Vandendriessche leads SCP-6461-2 throughout the site’s corridors, and through the Psychology & Parapsychology sector. Several psychiatrists carrying clipboards in their hands can be seen entering and exiting their offices. SCP-6461-2: You’re… actually giving them therapy? Vandendriessche: Their conditions aren’t just anomalous. We’re here to help them manage these issues. SCP-6461-2: I didn’t think any of you would even try to care. Vandendriessche: We’re not heartless monsters. There’s this saying that they like to put in our heads. ‘Cold, not cruel.’ SCP-6461-2: Cold is cruel. Vandendriessche: My thoughts exactly. Vandendriessche continues the tour, showing all of the sectors in the site. The two eventually make it back to the containment chamber. Vandendriessche: And that’s all for today. We do have more anomalies contained in the basement level, but those are classified. Hopefully, you can get more acquainted with our site— SCP-6461-2: Because I’m here forever. I know. Vandendriessche looks down at the floor. Vandendriessche: I know none of this is exactly ideal for you, but I want to make your stay here as comfortable for you as possible. SCP-6461-2: Comfortable? Do you think that any of this has been comfortable to me? Not one person has said a word to me in this place before you. They kept poking me with syringes, tying me down, and taking blood without ever saying why. They never asked for consent. Nothing. How can I believe that you’re not trying to do the exact same thing? Vandendriessche looks at the entity incredulously. Vandendriessche: We don’t take blood from anomalies unless there’s a very crucial reason to do so. It’s unsanitary, and unnecessary, except in cases where it is necessary for the specific anomaly. SCP-6461-2: Doesn’t sound like that was the case for me. Vandendriessche: That doesn’t make any sense. And they never talked to you? Not once? SCP-6461-2: Not once. If this gets swept under the rug like every other ‘incident’ caused by you pricks, I will know. You can’t hide this forever. Vandendriessche contemplates for a moment, before turning back to the entity. Vandendriessche: I think I understand now. The site that you were contained in is not the site that we are in now. SCP-6461-2: Come again? Vandendriessche: The day after you escaped the site, it vanished. We looked around, and nothing was left. We still don’t know where it is. I don’t think we ever will. SCP-6461-2: It what? Just like that? Vandendriessche: Just like that. SCP-6461-2: Why did they rebuild it after all this time? Who even runs this place, now? Vandendriessche: That would be me. I have no intention of poking anyone with syringes for unclear reasons. SCP-6461-2: You are? Guess that’s why you’re ‘mostly’ a physician. Vandendriessche: I wanted to make a good first impression. SCP-6461-2 smiles slightly. SCP-6461-2: You’re very convincing, you know that? Vandendriessche: I want you to feel safe here. Genuinely. SCP-6461-2: Then start with the walls. Less concrete. Vandendriessche: If you have more suggestions, you can come to my office. SCP-6461-2: To your office? Like, walk to your office? Vandendriessche: This wasn’t just for show. You can come to my office any time you like. Anywhere else requires permission from me. SCP-6461-2: I didn’t think they’d allow you to not keep everyone on a tight leash. Vandendriessche: It took a lot of convincing, but we made it work. We still have a long way to go, but I’m sure we will progress forward in time. Vandendriessche turns toward the chamber door. Vandendriessche: We’ll be discussing the cave next time I’m here. Until then, have fun. Vandendriessche leaves the chamber. SCP-6461-2 stares at the chamber door in silence. <End Log> Addendum 6461.2: Second Interaction with SCP-6461-2 The following conversation took place three months after the initial interview on 1957/04/18 with Dr. Vandendriessche returning to conduct the interview. The purpose of this interaction was to determine the exact events that SCP-6461-2 experienced while inside SCP-6461-1. <Begin Log> Vandendriessche enters the chamber. He looks around to find the room seemingly empty. He is interrupted by a sound coming from the ceiling. SCP-6461-2: Up here! SCP-6461-2 quickly climbs down the wall using its appendages, startling Vandendriessche. Vandendriessche: Whoa, alright— You scared me there! SCP-6461-2: Sorry about that. How’s it going, Director? Vandendriessche: Nothing much, really. I don’t have to look over my shoulder to see who’s breathing down my neck today. SCP-6461-2: Those shadow people, huh? Vandendriessche: They’re not as secretive as you’d believe. I met one of them back when the site first opened. She seemed pleasant. SCP-6461-2: Key word seemed. Vandendriessche: There will always be people who disagree with my beliefs. And there will be people who oppose them. But we have to work with them if we want any change to happen. We can protect each other. SCP-6461-2: Protect each other. That’s a new one. Vandendriessche: I’ve said it before, and I will say it again: I’m here for you. SCP-6461-2: You are incredibly naive. Vandendriessche: I’m optimistic. SCP-6461-2: Let’s be realistic, then. Locking someone up isn’t protecting them. You can’t protect people by refusing to treat them like human beings. Vandendriessche: There are people who will hurt anomalies like you out there. SCP-6461-2: Right, so you’re protecting me from them by stealing my freedom - without even consulting me for anything - and locking me away? Vandendriessche: I understand what you’re trying to say. And I agree, things should be different. But it’s not up to me. I can’t let you leave. They won’t let me. SCP-6461-2: You really don’t see me for who I am, do you? Because I’m not a human, right? I’m an anomaly, something different, something abnormal. Because I’m just something ‘other’ than you. That isn’t ever going away, is it? Pause. Vandendriessche: I apologize. I shouldn’t have ever called you that, I just— SCP-6461-2: It’s fine, let’s just get to the questions already. And don’t ever call me that again. Vandendriessche sighs, slowly pulls up his clipboard, and clicks the pen to write down the entity’s answers. Vandendriessche: What happened on that day? SCP-6461-2: My brother is a cave-diver. He loved to climb down and explore every nook and cranny of those caves. It wasn’t ever my thing. All the tight spaces and the chances of getting stuck were too much for me. Vandendriessche: But that day was different? SCP-6461-2: It was. He usually offers to bring me along, expecting me to say no. But this time he told me about some ‘strange insects’ inside of the cave. He promised that it was easy to explore and he’d guide me to them. Vandendriessche: What about them was strange? SCP-6461-2: He claimed they each had hundreds of legs. Vandendriessche: Was that the reason why you joined him? SCP-6461-2: Yes. I recently completed my degree in Entomology - about two months before then. I guess I already wanted to make a big name for myself - discovering at least one new species so early on in my career, if not more species, made me very excited! Vandendriessche: And what happened in the cave? SCP-6461-2: Who the hell knows. The walls started shaking around us like an earthquake. Some of the rocks started to fuse together as they were being shaken around. It was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. Vandendriessche: Looks like you were experiencing a topological and spatial inconsistency. SCP-6461-2: You think? Everything was falling apart in there. Vandendriessche: I take it you didn’t want to stay in there for long? SCP-6461-2: Yeah, no. I pulled Arthur by the arm and we hightailed it out of there. Vandendriessche: But you weren’t able to escape, were you? SCP-6461-2 doesn’t speak for a few seconds. Its hands start to shake. Vandendriessche: Madeline, are you alright? SCP-6461-2: Yeah, I’m just— Vandendriessche: We can stop the interview now if you would like to. SCP-6461-2: I-I’m fine, just give me a breather. I need a moment. SCP-6461-2 takes a few deep breaths, before continuing. SCP-6461-2: I think Arthur got out. At least, I hope he did. A rock landed on me, made me fall. Vandendriessche: Did it pin you down? SCP-6461-2: That’s the funny thing, it didn’t. I got up just in time to see the entrance get caved in. At least, what I thought was the entrance. SCP-6461-2: I just sat there. I screamed, cried, and yelled. But no one was there. Vandendriessche: I’m sorry. SCP-6461-2: At least I’m here, I guess. Vandendriessche: How long did you think you were down there? SCP-6461-2: I don’t know. Couldn’t have been long. I fell on a stalagmite— SCP-6461 slightly pulls up its shirt and reveals a deep scar of its previous injury. SCP-6461-2: —well, when that rock made me fall. It cut a huge chunk out of my side. I was bleeding out pretty quickly. It was over. Vandendriessche: Did you lose consciousness? SCP-6461-2: Nope! I was left there to think and bleed. It’s really funny - all my life I didn’t drink. Didn’t travel anywhere. Never took risks. And none of that mattered! All it took was two rocks to kill me. Vandendriessche: How did you make it out? Did anyone come to rescue you? SCP-6461-2: That depends. Vandendriessche: On what? SCP-6461-2: From outside the cave? No one. But as I was thinking, I saw something coming from deep within the cave— Vandendriessche: What did you see? SCP-6461-2: —it felt like I was dreaming. I was whisked away into another part of the cavern, where I met it. Vandendriessche: Madeline, who rescued you? SCP-6461-2: A spider, one which was large enough to touch the ceiling, and beyond. It’s hard to even describe what it was, but it was beautiful. It was everything I wanted out of my career and more. Vandendriessche: Did it try to communicate with you? SCP-6461-2: It said nothing, but I could feel how it was feeling. It was as scared as I was. It was dying. It needed me, no we needed each other. So I walked up to it, I touched one of its legs, and I was back outside. The cave entrance was gone, and so was Arthur. Vandendriessche: Whatever this entity was, did it feel divine, or just otherworldly? SCP-6461-2: My brother believed in God, but that thing was not his God. I wish I could’ve seen it for a second time. Get to know what it even was. Vandendriessche: That’s how you became what you are now. It imbued itself into you. SCP-6461-2: That’s how I survived. I feel grateful, but I still remember everything. I dream about it every night. Vandendriessche: Do you want someone to help you with these dreams? SCP-6461-2: Aren’t you just a physician? Vandendriessche: I am. But, you’re in the best place to seek help for it. We’re all here to work with you. SCP-6461-2: I’ll think about it. Vandendriessche places his clipboard under his arm. Vandendriessche: Thank you for telling me your story, Madeline. SCP-6461-2: You’re not going to get anything from that. It won’t benefit me, or you, or anyone. Vandendriessche: That may be so, but it still matters. A story can’t thrive without the person who tells it. Maybe one day we can change this place, together. I hope you can see the same. Vandendriessche reaches to switch off the recording device. <End Log> Addendum 6461.3: Third Interaction with SCP-6461-2 The following impromptu interview took place eight years after the second major recorded interaction with SCP-6461-2 on 1965/05/05 inside Director Vandendriessche’s office. The purpose of this interview was to check-in on SCP-6461-2’s mental wellbeing. <Begin Log> Vandendriessche is sitting in his office. The door to the office opens, revealing SCP-6461-2’s head peeking inside. SCP-6461-2: You said you needed me? Vandendriessche looks up from the papers that he’s holding. Vandendriessche: Yes, I need you to come look at these and help sort them for me. SCP-6461-2: They’re having us doing the labor now, huh? Vandendriessche: That would be a terrible idea. I just need a helping hand for a bit. SCP-6461-2: Alright, I’ll get those. SCP-6461-2 heads over to the director’s desk, grabbing the papers and skimming them over. The risk of allowing anomalies to further fraternize with personnel and each other is growing too high. What you are doing is pushing the line of what is considered acceptable. The Foundation must continue its mission as it was originally intended. Continuing down this path of discourse would only sow instability. It is imperative that your site ceases all deviations from our collective goal. This is your final warning. SCP-6461-2: That was your meeting with them. Vandendriessche: Could’ve went better, but we’ll take what we can get. SCP-6461-2: I know you’re so insistent that you both respect each other. But do you actually like each other? At all? Vandendriessche: If I’m being honest, I don’t like their attitude. They’re too comfortable where they’re at. Any change will make them wary, because that would change where they got their position from. SCP-6461-2: Like evil dictators sitting on their thrones. Vandendriessche: They’re not dictators. They’re just content. Too content with where they are while wanting to keep us where we are. Or else, we get sacked. Vandendriessche: I’ve been trying to help all of you not feel like you’re trapped. But there’s always at least one person who will veto anything I try to pass. SCP-6461-2 begins to sort the files and place them in the correct filing cabinets. As it does so, it continues to converse with the director. SCP-6461-2: Here’s my question. Why are you trying to change things in this place? They’re not going to let you do anything, even if you try. It’s like trying to wade through a relentless tide that only seeks to tear you apart. Why even try? Vandendrisseche takes a sip from his coffee, before answering. Vandendrisseche: I grew up in the town of Geel. For hundreds of years, while the world shunned and bullied them, we took in those with psychiatric conditions. We gave them homes, food, and a community. They weren’t called patients - they were our boarders. They were guests. Vandendrisseche: I remember we had six boarders in my family’s home over the years. One would lock himself in the bathroom to furiously wash his hands, another used to struggle to sleep because he saw lions coming out of the walls. But we accepted that. None of them were abnormal. There was nothing about them that we needed to shun or change - because that’s who they were. There were some who refused to accept that. They considered themselves superior, and refused to treat our boarders like people. It was unorthodox to everyone outside of our town. But it worked. It worked to give these people friends and families who wouldn’t shun them. It gave them a place to live as people. SCP-6461-2 opens another filing cabinet. Vandendrisseche: The Foundation has three tenets. Everyone associates us with the first two, Secure and Contain. But the third - that’s what they hired me for. To Protect. SCP-6461-2: Who did they want you to protect? Vandendrisseche: Themselves. They hired me to make the anomalies ‘behave’. See if I could, at least. And I did. I treated them like they should be treated. SCP-6461-2: Like people. Vandendrisseche: It can’t be exactly 1:1, unfortunately. They still consider you inferior - demand you live in a cell. Refuse to let you go free. But, I do the best I can for all those under my watch. You are not a designation. You are not anomalies. You are my boarders - my guests. SCP-6461-2 puts the last file in the correct cabinet. SCP-6461-2: That’s it, then. Vandendrisseche: It’s what I’m here for. To support you. SCP-6461-2: If I were you, I would’ve just left the second I found out people were being locked in cages. Vandendrisseche: When I first joined, they didn’t assign any of the anomalies to me. I spent nearly half a decade until I saw my first anomaly - one they wanted me to treat. And I did. I don’t know where he went - they never told me. But I spent enough time with him to learn his name. SCP-6461-2: Why didn’t you leave? You could’ve at any time. But you didn’t. Vandendriessche: I don’t think I fully grasped what truly went on behind the scenes until I was able to get this site. I still don’t think I know everything. But I know enough. If I leave, if I retire, I don’t know who will end up in charge. I’m narrowing in on successors, but I haven’t found one yet. I can’t let all of this work be for nothing. I have to see this through. SCP-6461-2: You’re stuck being a cog in the machine, forever. Vandendriessche: No. I’m doing what I can to make things better, even if everything around me burns, I can make one thing better than before. Isn’t this the same dilemma that we’re all in, every day? SCP-6461-2: Even if I can see what you’re changing, it’s insignificant. This changes nothing. Vandendriessche: This changes everything. If I just sat around and did what I was told, we wouldn’t have what we have now. You would just be rotting in your cell for the rest of your life. Even the simplest and smallest changes can make a difference for what we do. We can’t change the world or defeat every evil in a day. But we can plant flowers for our communities, we can put signs on posts, we can volunteer, and we can help in any way we can. I would rather make one person’s day brighter than sit back and let everything die. Pause. SCP-6461-2: Is it worth it? Even if I’m here for 40, 50 years? Vandendriessche: I promise you, I will do everything I can to help you. Even if it’s only for a moment, you will see the sun shine on you again. SCP-6461-2: Don’t make promises you can’t keep. SCP-6461-2 turns to leave the office. <End Log> Addendum 6461.4: Fourth Interaction with SCP-6461-2 On 1977/09/30, the emergency alarm system within SCP-6461-2’s chamber was activated. The incapacitating agents were not filtered in the room after they were removed following Director Vandendriessche’s order in 1969, as they were no longer needed in any capacity. Vandendriessche entered the chamber to check the anomaly’s status with four armed guards stationed outside; the following is the resulting conversation. <Begin Log> Vandendriessche enters the chamber. The chamber has somehow extended by 4.5 meters, and resembles a small cavern. Several stalactites and stalagmites can be seen. Vandendriessche: What in the world? Vandendriessche explores the chamber, eventually reaching the far end. He turns slightly to his left, spotting SCP-6461-2 hiding in a dark corner, and obscuring its face. Vandendriessche: Are you alright? What’s going— A common house spider scurries across the floor of the chamber, startling Vandendriessche and causing him to pin himself against the wall. The spider heads toward SCP-6461-2, who gently scoops it up with one hand. SCP-6461-2: It’s adorable, isn’t it? Vandendriessche pushes himself away from the wall, and sighs in relief. Vandendriessche: I’m not really a huge fan of spiders, sorry. SCP-6461-2: I understand. Most of them are harmless to us. They don’t usually want to bother us. But we still crush them anyway. SCP-6461-2 lowers its hand, allowing the spider to scurry away. SCP-6461-2: When I feel down, I look at the little things around me. Every insect, every worm, every arachnid. Their lives are simple, and they don’t have to worry about anything. Vandendriessche: I bet I can guess how you got your degree, then. The entity smiles sadly. SCP-6461-2: Wish I could’ve put that to good use. Vandendriessche: If we had an Entomology department, you would’ve fit right in. SCP-6461-2: How about we don’t put me anywhere else? Or make me do random tasks? Or lock me up in the first place? The surroundings around the two begin to shake. SCP-6461-2: I talked with some of your researchers yesterday. They couldn’t even look at me. You said that we are treated as guests, right? Vandendriessche: I did— SCP-6461-2: Don’t lie to me. I’ve already been through the lies, don’t do this to me again. Vandendriessche looks at the floor. Vandendriessche: There are people who refuse to accept you in this building. There are people like that everywhere. I’ll try to do better for you, I’ll make sure that— SCP-6461-2: I don’t care. SCP-6461-2: You’re helping no one. This tea party with hugs and confetti is not going to remove the fact that I’m still trapped. My family is never going to see me again. I’m not a guest here, I am a prisoner, and I always will be. SCP-6461-2: That goddamn cave is the only remnant of him that’s still left. And you know what, I’d rather be trapped in there than in here. Because at least I’d die in peace. Pause. Vandendriessche: I have another thing for you to look at. Would you mind— SCP-6461-2: Fine. Vandendriessche hands the anomaly another document. This idea of yours is unnecessary at best and absolutely ludicrous if I were to approve this. Anomalies aren't henchmen. They aren't things we work with. They are anomalies. Contained SCPs that should stay contained. If we give them the slightest ability to control a site, then they will find a way to abuse any power they can get and cause an ungodly amount of destruction to our facilities. It cannot and will not be your assistant in any capacity. SCP-6461-2: You were trying to get me to be the Deputy Director. Why? Vandendriessche: Because you deserve a chance to live. The shaking begins to subside. SCP-6461-2: You are unbelievable, you know that? We both know that there’s no possible scenario where you can convince those people of anything, especially the issue of leaving my cage for even a second. Vandendriessche: We can prove your worth to them. I’ll teach you everything I know, and together we can prove that you deserve to not be where you’re at. SCP-6461-2: Do you really think this’ll work? Vandendriessche: I have faith that we will succeed. We will never know if we don’t try. SCP-6461-2: I can’t even go out to see the sun, I’m going to feel like I’m inside it. Vandendriessche: Then I’ll bring you an umbrella. I promise you, everything will work out in the end. We must see this through. Vandendriessche holds out his hand. Vandendriessche: Are you ready? SCP-6461-2: If there’s no other option, then— The entity firmly grasps Vandendriessche’s hand. SCP-6461-2: You better be right. Vandendriessche: We’ll get started tomorrow morning. See you then. <End Log> Addendum 6461.5: Fifth Interaction with SCP-6461-2 The following interview took place on 1981/04/30. This was the last major recorded interview, as crucial information regarding both anomalies have already been gathered, making interviews no longer necessary. <Begin Log> Vandendriessche enters the chamber. It retains its cavernous surroundings. Vandendriessche: I have no clue why this looks like 6461-1, even now. SCP-6461-2: It’s the thing that’s impacted my life the most. It’s been on my mind for the longest time; it’s only natural that it follows me here. Vandendriessche: Physically from what we’ve seen before, this shouldn’t happen. SCP-6461-2: Maybe it’s the remnants of the original? Or it’s part of what the giant spider imbued in me. Vandendriessche: We won’t know for sure. We never found that cave after it vanished, so I doubt we’ll ever find concrete answers. Vandendriessche: But right now I’m here to give you a refresher. See if you remember anything you’ve learned. SCP-6461-2: About being a director? Vandendriessche: More about leadership in general. Tell me, what makes a good leader? SCP-6461-2: First off, you need to be aware of your own strengths and weaknesses, a better understanding of yourself means being able to understand how other people see you. Then you need to demonstrate respect to your subordinates consistently, you need to improve your skills in communication, you need to have a vision and drive for the future, and of course you need to have moral integrity. Vandendriessche: That’s good, very good. But there’s one very crucial step that you missed. SCP-6461-2: Which is? Vandendriessche: Compassion. Also empathy, but you need to do more than just simply listen and seek to understand how other people feel. Compassion requires leaders to act on what they learn. One won’t truly be heard if their boss doesn’t take any meaningful action on their concerns. SCP-6461-2: Right, you did say that. Because building trust between your peers makes an effective leader. Vandendriessche: Precisely. SCP-6461-2: Speaking of being a leader, what’s our next step? How are we going to ‘prove me’ to them? Vandendriessche: I’ve been doing my best to get you to help me with containment efforts and other standard procedures, which is why I had you look over all those documents and show you how I do things around here. Thankfully, I did that in advance so that part is a minor concern. Our biggest concern is the final review that the O5s have to do in-person with you before you get the position. After I retire, of course. SCP-6461-2: I have to meet with them. In-person. Vandendriessche: Correct. I know that sounds frightening, but I’ll tell you what to say so that things can go smoothly. SCP-6461-2: Do you want me to memorize a script? It doesn’t matter what you want me to say, they’re going to say something that will trip me up. Vandendriessche: We’ll prepare ourselves ahead of time. I assure you, you’ll be fine. SCP-6461-2: Every time you say that, something always comes up. I’m not exactly assured. Vandendriessche: I’m not sure it’s every— The door to the room slams open. Secretary Adams stumbles into the chamber. Vandendriessche: Yes, Rachel? Adams: The O5s want you. Probably for something stupid again— oh. SCP-6461-2: What, you’ve never seen an anomaly before? Adams looks around the room nervously. Adams: Yeah, uh, I didn’t know you were— Vandendriessche: I informed you about my interview earlier. What other concerns do you have? Adams: Nothing, I just, I have to go. SCP-6461-2: So soon? Come on, let’s cut the vague nonsense and talk about it upfront. Adams: I’d rather not. SCP-6461-2: Are you scared that I might hurt you? Because I’m not like you? Adams: I— Vandendriessche: You are dismissed, Rachel. Thank you. Adams quickly nods her head before rapidly exiting the chamber, looking over her shoulder as she does so. SCP-6461-2: I thought you said you would fix that problem. Vandendriessche: I tried to convince them otherwise, but they wouldn’t budge. Even if I tried to fire them, the O5s would just transfer them to another facility. Because they’re all essential to their mission. I’m sorry that you’re still treated this way. There’s no excuse for my inaction. SCP-6461-2: I know it was never your fault. You at least cared for me. That’s something that I haven’t had in a while. But this needs to end. SCP-6461-2: They throw thousands into prisons without any kind of due process or trial. They waste so many lives for meaningless research. And we can’t do a damn thing about it. SCP-6461-2: You said that a leader needs to act upon what they learned. That’s what I’m going to do. If these people are going to be trapped, they need someone who isn’t there to play pretend. They need to know the truth. And if they never gave me anything, I’ll make sure that in this place, people like me will get everything. SCP-6461-2: Now, what’s next? Vandendriessche smiles slightly, before placing his hands in his pockets. Vandendriessche: We’ll need to do actual work with the anomalies. Diplomatic conversations, recreational activities, helping them in any way we can. SCP-6461-2: You think I’ll be prepared for that? Vandendriessche: You have the drive. I believe that if you wanted to, you could accomplish anything. SCP-6461-2: What are you thinking we should talk to first? Vandendriessche pulls out a picture from his pocket, and holds it in front of SCP-6461-2. The figure captured is a skeleton on fire. Vandendriessche: This is SCP-060-Alpha. It is extremely hostile and intelligent, and it will frequently try to strangle personnel or throw itself at as many flammable objects as possible. SCP-6461-2: And you want me to help you say hi to it? Vandendriessche: Correct. Our only way of summoning it so far is by burning a select few white oak trees, but we have been trying to determine ways to summon and restrain it thaumaturgically so it won’t attack us. SCP-6461-2: This sounds like an awful idea. Can’t we just leave it alone? Vandendriessche: It’s a sapient being, and by talking to it we can prevent future incidents from happening. For one thing, it’s very protective of these trees, so there has to be a significant reason behind it. The second thing is that the entity might have actually previously been Johnathan Cornhill, who was the first person to summon it. We never found his body, and although other researchers have given up on that theory, I still think it’s a possibility. SCP-6461-2: So you’re saying that if we summon the skeleton through a different process and try to communicate with it, all problems will be solved? Vandendriessche: If it’s an intelligent being, it can be reasoned with. It might take me a while to get permission for this, especially considering I’m bringing you along, but I think this’ll go well. SCP-6461-2: I hope you’re right this time. I don’t want you to get hurt. Vandendriessche: I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. This is your time to shine, now. <End Log> Addendum 6461.6: Incident 6461-060-1 On 1985/12/12, Director Vandendriessche and SCP-6461-2 visited Satellite Site-66-060 in order to conduct a seancé to have a diplomatic conversation with SCP-060-Alpha. The visit was tentatively approved by O5 Command, and a thaumaturgist with a specialty in phasmology was sent to assist in conducting the seancé. During the seancé, SCP-060-Alpha unexpectedly breached containment without any of the usual triggers for its summoning, causing Satellite Site-66-060 to initiate lockdown. The thaumaturgist fled the room just as the containment doors were sealed, leaving the director and SCP-6461-2 trapped inside. Upon SCP-060-Alpha’s demanifestation via the site’s fire suppression systems, Director Vandendriessche’s burnt corpse was found inside SCP-060-Alpha’s containment chamber, along with SCP-6461-2, who was unharmed. SCP-6461-2 was found sitting against the wall, staring at the body of Director Vandendriessche. It was eventually returned to Site-35 and recontained. It was also discovered that SCP-6461-2 attempted to save the director by attacking the anomaly, but was unsuccessful in doing so. It was commended for its efforts with assisting the re-containment of SCP-060-Alpha and its bravery. Addendum 6461.7: O5 Meeting 56156/6461 The following transcript of a 1991/12/16 O5 meeting was attached to this document per order of Director Webb. Standard protocols regarding transcriptions have been disregarded for this specific document by order from the director herself. It is restricted to personnel with Level 4 Clearance. <Begin Log> Madeline Webb enters a large, dark chamber, and walks through it in silence. She eventually reaches the end, where holographic projections of thirteen individuals await her in the shadows. From the outlines, she can see four women, six men, a supercomputer, a cat, and a spectral entity. The first individual to the left speaks up first. O5-1: Afternoon, everyone. Today’s meeting is regarding the final evaluation of one Miss Webb, designation SCP-6461-2. She has completed her training for directorship, and has shown a lot of promise over these past few years. So, what do we think? O5-8: I think this is incongruous to our mission. Webb: How so? O5-8: How so, how so. Well, I’ll tell you. Your facility has had a longstanding trend of being overtly humanistic and making a more laissez-faire approach to your operations. This doesn’t quite mesh well to our collective line of work. Placing you as the director would further this trend, and perhaps provide inspiration for other sites to do the same. I don’t think we can have that, now, can we? Webb: Our stance of containment has prevented potential containment breaches by a wide margin, and we did that by giving the anomalies the help that they need. If we just leave them in their cages, what good will that do for us? It wouldn’t be efficient for either party. O5-3: She is partially right on that count. According to my records, there have only been 2 minor breaches at the site for the past few decades. O5-8: Right, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be any problems in the future. Webb: I have done what’s necessary for our mission, and I believe that what I am trying to do currently is and will continue to be beneficial and efficient for our current business. O5-8: Our current business? Webb: I have helped you with containment efforts, haven’t I? O5-8: I think you and I have a different interpretation of what our mission is. What do you think we do to protect? Webb: We protect both anomalies and humanity from each other. O5-8: You’re only half-right. Our mission, since day one, since the first draft of our charter, is to protect humanity and only humanity. We all know our roles, and you should know yours. I can’t fathom why you even got here in the first place. Webb: Because he wanted me to. And I wanted to as well. I’m here to help. O5-8: Right, him. Of course. Webb: What exactly did Oliver do inefficiently? O5-8: I think it’s very apparent what he did. He’s why your facility is the way it is, correct? Webb: You are correct, sir. O5-8: Exactly. The cat paws at her microphone until it activates. O5-5: Personally, I don’t think it’s too terrible of an idea to have her as director. O5-8: And why is that, might I ask? If we approve this ridiculous idea, it could jeopardize our mission at any point. I read the transcripts. I know what it said. O5-5: That is a possibility, but it is clear now that she has a willingness to help our goals, even if it’s a tentative one. O5-8: It is a contained anomaly. We keep them in line. That’s what we are supposed to do. If we at any time decide to recruit them as personnel, they would be able to revolt, and they will slip from our grasp and walk freely. I will not stand for this. Webb looks around at each of the overseers, before turning to O5-8. Webb: So you, the high court, are allowed to keep a cat and a ghost as members, but I’m not allowed to join your ranks? O5-8: There’s a clear difference. Both Five and Thirteen have their reasons for being here. Thirteen wasn’t even anomalous in the slightest before he passed. We all have our reasons for using anomalies for our benefits. You can’t be part of any position, because as I said earlier, we contain your kind, and we keep you contained. Pause. Webb: But it doesn’t have to be that way. Webb: At my site, I don’t see objects, I don’t see designations. I see people. I see guests. I see people that I need to support, that need to know that they are loved, and valued. Webb: If you can look around, you will see that things are starting to change. We can’t just let these people rot in the dark anymore. We have to give them the light that they need. Even if it’s only the tiniest bit. Webb: I know you don’t think I should be part of this, but I assure you that everything I do will be for the benefit of me and you. I won’t compromise your mission, because I can’t. No matter what I do, I will never be able to leave this place. I will not try to cause a breach, nor desertion of any kind. I am only here to help the people that you neglected all these years, and in turn your mission can continue as usual. I am here to make their lives better. If you disagree with this decision, I understand, but this is my final stance. O5-8: You— O5-1 presses a button, causing O5-8’s speaker to deactivate. O5-1: That’s enough, Eight. O5-1: I understand your rationale, and I can see you passed your assessments with flying colors. It is clear to me that you are fit to be a leader, and you have the drive to become one. O5-1: But I have one question for you. In the event that we deem you to be defiant to our organization and unmanageable, we will do everything in our power to rescind your permissions and your designation will be reinstated. Do you understand and accept this? Webb: I do. O5-1: Then we shall vote. In the meantime, you can wait outside in the lobby. The voting process begins. All holograms turn off for the duration of this process. Webb does not move from her position. She appears to sweat. Eventually, the holograms reactivate. O5-1 is the first to speak. O5-1: The results are in. By a close 7-6 vote, this proposal has passed. Welcome aboard, Director. Webb exhales in relief. Webb: Thank you, sir. O5-1: Please, just call me One. O5-8: You are going to regret this. O5-1: Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. We’ll see. O5-1: Madeline, Five will be your advisor from now on. She’ll tell you everything that you need to know once you get your bearings. O5-5: I’m sure you’ll make him proud. Webb: I already have. O5-1: This concludes our meeting. Sound off. The holograms dissipate, leaving Director Webb in darkness. <End Log> Addendum 6461.8: Message from Director Webb The following recording was transcribed and attached to this document by order of Director Webb. Only the current director of the site can view this document. <Begin Log> Director Webb sits at her desk, looking into the camera. Webb: Hey, Oliver. She adjusts the camera. Webb: We did it. I did it. I’m the director. No more designations. Just Director Webb. It feels great. Webb laughs. Webb: Earlier today, while I was at Site-01, I saw something beautiful. They had a window! Now, the window itself wasn't anything special. But I saw the sun again. Even if I couldn't go near it, it was heavenly. The beautiful sky - not a cloud in sight. Webb sighs. Webb: It's not over, though. Eight really seemed pissed that I was put in charge. I don't even know how you put up with him. Or how I'm going to keep putting up with him. But the fight moves on. One day, you'll be able to rest easy. One day, we'll give your work the recognition it deserves. Webb looks away from the camera. Webb: One day. She looks back at the camera. Webb: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I could've done more. I tried to do something - whatever I could. But I don't know. I don't know how I'm alive - I should have died from it, hell I should have died from the cave. But your body - god. You didn't deserve that. You deserved better. You deserved to be able to retire. You deserved to see your work come through. You deserved to see everything- everything work out… Webb stops talking and grabs a tissue, wiping away tears from her eyes. Webb: And it will happen. Things have only changed lightly - surface-level things, really. But, it's a start. Soon, we'll fix everything. We'll give these people the freedom they deserve. With every flower planted, with every march, and with every hand to help another up. It's better than nothing at all. I don't know what will happen next. I don't know how it's going to happen, but it will happen. I need to help all of them. Just like you did for me. Pause. Webb: I'll take care of your boarders, Oliver. <End Log> Footnotes 1. At time of initial containment. Since then, the anomaly has begun to physically age one for every fifteen years slower. 2. Tarantula 3. Located in West Portsmouth, Ohio. 4. Relocated to Chillicothe, Ohio. More From This Author More From This Author Merehrab's Works SCPs SCP-7550 (+58) • SCP-7163 (+53) • SCP-7467 (+21) • SCP-8035 (+32) • Tales/GoI Formats Turning Out (+17) • Blackbird (+12) • Other Merehrab’s Musings (+28) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6461" by Merehrab, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6461. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6462 | keter | There is naught but dust. Not even blood remains. The Implicit Door SCP-6462 — The Implicit Door Seven seals. Seven rings. 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In the event of unauthorized entry into SCP-6462, Stationary Task Force Aleph-5 ("Bridezillas") is to immediately terminate all trespassing entities. In the event that an authorized entry into SCP-6462 results in personnel being deposited in any area outside of SCP-6462-B-1, an STF Aleph-5 team is to be dispatched to retrieve them. Personnel stationed within SCP-6462 are to undergo weekly psychiatric evaluations. Personnel that begin displaying erratic behavior, an obsession with the number seven, and/or acute claustrophobia are to be amnesticized and removed from their position. Additionally, SCP-6462 personnel are to undergo regular anaerobic exercises and a high protein diet to prevent muscle atrophy. Initial point of entry into SCP-6462, 4 km away from SCP-6462-B To prevent transmission of SCP-6462-A, type-21 bulwark energy disruptors have been arranged in a 7 meter radius around SCP-6462-C. They are to be safely deactivated and replaced every 23.4 hours to be disassembled and cleaned of any accumulated blood, amniotic fluid, and/or assorted viscera. 310 liters of water are to be placed within 5.4 meters of SCP-6462-C every 6.1 hours. SCP-6462-C's chains are to be visually examined every 12 hours for damage. If SCP-6462-C's chains are rendered unable to keep SCP-6462-C closed or SCP-6462-C-1 is verifiably observed to physically exit SCP-6462-C through any other means, an on-site Surtr-Class ████████ warhead is to be remotely detonated. Description: SCP-6462 is a pocket reality located within Relic Universe 7V-Ω, which was previously believed to have been rendered unable to sustain reality during the Third Crimson Crusade..One of the first recorded cross-universe wars, taking part between the Supplicants of the Cerise Czar and the Dominion of Eyes. SCP-6462's position within Relic Universe 7V-Ω appears to have hidden its existence from the multiverse at large, as all available multiverse maps display 7V-Ω as an empty "dead zone." The only way to independently learn of SCP-6462's existence is to isolate SCP-6462-A, trace it to its point of origin, then utilize a Scranton-Meyerbeer Arc to travel to that origin point. SCP-6462-A SCP-6462-A SCP-6462-A is an anomalous form of Leinster-Wells radiation.Radiation that naturally occurs in the space between universes, but can be replicated within real-space using highly specialized equipment. that was discovered through the Trifrost Initiative..Ongoing Foundation program to develop a non-anomalous method of cross-universe transportation. SCP-6462-A's anomalous properties were brought to light by the standard exposure tests that were performed following its discovery. SCP-6462-A Exposure Test Log Subjects were each exposed to a concentrated SCP-6462-A emission, then closely monitored for physical or psychological changes. Tests 1 - 45 <REMOVED FOR BREVITY> Test 46 Subject: 3 live chickens Result: Autopsies revealed that the stomach lining of 2 subjects became lined with teeth-like growths. The third subject's stomach appeared unaltered, but further examination revealed that it was entirely composed of human ovarian tissue. The subject's stomach tissue was discovered to be genetically identical to ovarian tissue samples taken from SCP-231-5..At this point, SCP-6462-A was given a provisional SCP designation and authority over SCP-6462-A testing was transferred from Trifrost Initiative head researcher Dr. Vivian Spaulding to Dr. Robert Montauk. Tests 47 - 56 <REMOVED FOR BREVITY> Test 57 Subject: 15 D-Class Result: Subjects reported regularly experiencing strange and upsetting dreams over the course of the month following their exposure to SCP-6462-A. A majority of reports display imagery and themes commonly found in the religious texts of the Children of the Scarlet King. Test 57 Dream Reports Sample Subject: D-6751 Date: 06/15/2034 D-6751: I was in this cave, but it was also a river? Like, it used to be a river— or was going to be. Don't remember. It was completely dark, I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I had a rope tied around my waist and I was holding onto it, 'cause I knew it led back to the surface. D-6751: I was barefoot, I think. It was all quiet, just dripping water. Sometimes I heard someone else breathing, all hot on the back of my neck. Felt I was getting bitten, with that breath. Whenever that happened I'd freak out and start running, but I'd forget about the rope and take a wrong turn and I'd have to turn back. D-6751: Eventually I found the surface, but then I looked down and realized it hadn't been rope I was holding onto the whole time. It was my fucking intestines, with one end coming out of a nasty hole in my stomach and the other end tied to a tree at mouth of the cave. Really wigged me out, I'll tell you. Woke up half the cell block with my screaming. But you probably already knew about that part, right? Subject: D-2183 Date: 07/10/2034 D-2183: I was going to a party with my sisters— I had sisters, in the dream —but we were all really sad about it. We never got to the party, though. It was like we were always on the verge of arriving. Interviewer: Can you provide more detail regarding the sisters you were dreaming about? Did they have any notable physical features or clothing, any memorable personality traits? D-2183: I dunno… I never remember much about my dreams. I think all seven of us were wearing these long gowns and heavy metal bracelets on both wrists— oh yeah, I had like six or seven sisters in the dream. Is that enough detail? Subject: D-4644 Date: 06/15/2034 D-4644: I was in some kind of ceremony. A ritual, like something from a bad horror movie. Chanting, guys in robes, the whole nine yards. There was a girl in a white gown chained to a stone slab. Couldn't have been more than fifteen. Not much older than my daughter. D-4644: I expected her to look terrified, but she was sort of… resigned. Tired, almost. D-4644: They gave me a dagger to cut her open, but before they could make me, I woke up because some asshole thought it would be funny to start yelling shit at three AM. I guess I'm grateful for that. But they— [D-4644 interrupts himself, appearing conflicted.] Interviewer: Please, continue. D-4644: They… they wouldn't have needed to make me do it. I wanted to do it. To cut her open. I… D-4644: I still do. Fuck. I still do. And she looked so much like my little girl, I— [D-4644 rubs his face with his hands.] D-4644: [Quietly.] I think something's really wrong with me, doctor. [Class C Amnestics were administered to D-4644 shortly after the interview's conclusion.] Subject: D-7061 Date: 07/02/2034 D-7061: Red. [When requested to clarify their statement, D-7061 attempted to comply, but was unable to describe their dream in any other words.] Subject: D-3082 Date: 07/09/2034 D-3082: I don't remember my dad's face. Did you know that? He died in a car crash when I was nine. He taught me how to read, how to ride a bike, and I don't remember his face. Can you imagine? Interviewer: I don't understand. Are you saying your dream was of childhood memories? Did you see your father's face in your dream? D-3082: He came into my room last night, through the red of the howling moon's eye. But his face was wrong. He wasn't wearing it right. [D-3082 begins bleeding from her left nostril.] D-3082: Oh. Here he comes now. [D-3082 became unresponsive to questioning; it quickly became apparent that she was suffering from a severe heart attack, likely caused by preeclampsia-induced high blood pressure. Subject is currently in recovery.] SCP-6462 does not experience a day/night cycle. It appears to possess a celestial body analogous to the sun (SCP-6462-SOL), which perpetually produces 2000–5000 lux..Direct sunlight produces 32,000–100,000 lux. SCP-6462-SOL SCP-6462 lacks any form of native non-bacterial organic life. Muscle mass atrophies at an increased rate within SCP-6462, though not at a pace that cannot be counteracted by exercise and a high protein diet. With the exception of SCP-6462-B, its landscape is predominately flat and featureless, dotted with stone outcroppings. The surface area of SCP-6462 is currently unknown. SCP-6462-B is a ~2500 km2 city situated within SCP-6462. The structures within SCP-6462-B bear strong stylistic similarities to Pre-Renaissance Daevite architecture, though no physical evidence of human habitation within SCP-6462-B has been found. With the exception of SCP-6462-B-1, all structures within SCP-6462-B are hollow and deceptively fragile. Nearly all instances of text within SCP-6462-B have eroded to the point of illegibility. Potential sightings of SCP-6462-B-NT instances SCP-6462-B is inhabited by an unknown quantity of SCP-6462-B-NT instances. A SCP-6462-B-NT instance is a humanoid entity composed of dense tenebrous matter..Colloquially known as "three-dimensional shadows." SCP-6462-B-NT instances temporarily cease existing while directly perceived. All sightings of SCP-6462-B-NT instances have been in the periphery of the viewer's vision or heard in such a way that the listener was uncertain of the sound's source. Any camera within a 52 meter radius of a SCP-6462-B-NT instance may begin displaying 1 or more SCP-6462-B-NT instances that are not there. Up to 44% of all recorded images of SCP-6462-B-NT instances are potentially false. SCP-6462-B-NT instances are aggressive and violent, but not directly confrontational, usually choosing targets that are alone or, if no such prey is available, attacking through ambushes. SCP-6462-B-NT instances are either unable or unwilling to harm or impede Foundation personnel within SCP-6462-B-1. As such, SCP-6462-B-1's central hall (designated SCP-6462-B-1-0) has been made the location of the central base camp within SCP-6462. Supplementary Exploration Log Supplementary Exploration Log Before the discovery of SCP-6462-B-1's pacifying effect on SCP-6462-B-NT instances, Mobile Task Force Aleph-7 ("Crownbreakers") attempted to create a safe zone where Foundation researchers could work with relative safety. During these proceedings, MTF Aleph-7 member Gabriel Dubois was separated from his team in an altercation that destroyed his portable radio and damaged the broadcaster on his bodycam. 45 minutes later, his bodycam continued broadcasting. Dubois Video Log Transcript <BEGIN LOG> [Dubois' bodycam is pointed at the floor, presumably because he is in the midst of repairing it.] Dubois: [Whispering.] Come on you piece of— Yes! [Dubois sets his bodycam back into place. It faces a closed door, which has been barricaded with multiple pieces of furniture.] Dubois: Okay… I can't hear you, but you can hear me. I was separated from my team and got chased into a building a couple blocks down. Not certain where, I wasn't able to keep my sense of direction. I think I'm in some kind of hospital. Third floor. Dubois: I've barricaded the door. It's managed to hold so far— no idea how, this furniture is brittle as hell. A chair leg broke off in my hand; I only did it 'cause I thought it would slow them down as I climbed out the window. No such luck— the room doesn't have a window. Dubois: I think those shadow things are just waiting outside the door. I can hear them whispering. [Dubois nears the barricaded door. Indistinct voice(s) can be heard. It is unclear how many sources are present.] Dubois: I think they're telling me to open the door. Over and over again, just "open the door." Dubois: Why don't they do it themselves? I've seen one pull a man's arms off like a kid with a Barbie. ???: You're thinking of the wrong door. [Dubois yells and turns. Broadcast ends.] <END LOG> Final image broadcasted Gabriel Dubois' body has not yet been recovered. SCP-6462-B-1 is a palace in the approximate center of SCP-6462-B. It appears to host multiple spacial anomalies, as moving through a doorway in SCP-6462-B-1 transports the subject into a random room within SCP-6462-B-1. The seventh doorway one travels through will always return the subject to SCP-6462-B-1-0. The only thresholds not subject to this anomaly are the doorways at both ends of SCP-6462-B-1-0: the building's single entrance/exit and the door to SCP-6462-B-1-1. SCP-6462-B-1 Rooms SCP-6462-B-1 Rooms Currently, 306 distinct rooms have been discovered within SCP-6462-B-1. Rooms of particular significance have been catalogued below..For a full listing of SCP-6462-B-1's rooms, see the SCP-6462 exploration records stored in Archival Site B. SCP Designation Description Notes SCP-6462-B-1-0 Central Hall Possesses 10 thresholds in total; 1 on each end and 4 on both sides. The second threshold on the south wall has collapsed, making passage impossible. SCP-6462-B-1-1 Throne Room Contains SCP-6462-C. SCP-6462-B-1-19 Conservatory Contains several forms of dead plant matter, including gold leaves of similar hue and shape to that of the ithun cultivar of malus domestica. SCP-6462-B-1-54 Armory Due to the extreme danger that SCP-6462-C-1 poses to reality as a whole, 45% of the objects discovered in SCP-6462-B-1-54 have been utilized to construct the on-site Surtr-Class ████████ warhead. 47% of the room's contents have been transferred to Hazardous Materials Storage Site J, pending examination and classification. The remaining 8% have not been moved, as attempting to do so has been deemed too dangerous. SCP-6462-B-1-90 Library All texts in this room have been rendered unsalvageable due to a mixture of erosion and burn marks. Edit: 4 legible texts have been uncovered. The first partially resembles existing descriptions of SCP-6019. The remaining 3 texts are currently being translated. SCP-6462-B-1-113 Bloodletting Room Upon entering this room, all adjacent thresholds automatically seal themselves and can only be reopened by filling the stone bowl in the center of the room with 2 liters of intravenous blood. SCP-6462-B-1-141 Empty Chamber The floor of this room is covered in an unknown tar-like substance. Loud knocking can be heard through its northeast wall. SCP-6462-B-1-238 Birthing Room [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] SCP-6462-B-1-253 Ocean Chamber This room contains a body of water of unknown size that vastly exceeds the surface area of SCP-6462-B. Cursory explorations of this room have uncovered the fossilized remains of an unknown mammalian species that bears extreme resemblance to the species physeter macrocephalus. SCP-6462-B-1-253 SCP-6462-C is a stone casket that is approximately 3 meters wide, 5 meters long, and 2 meters deep. It is suspended in the air above a stone throne in the center of SCP-6462-B-1-1, wrapped in seven chains composed of an unknown silver metal. Each chain is attached to a metal loop that has been embedded in either the north or south wall. 4 chains are connected to the north wall and 3 are connected to the south wall. A fourth loop has been observed on the south wall, adjacent to the other 3 loops, but no evidence of an eighth chain has yet been found. SCP-6462-C has an exsiccating effect on all forms of liquid and organic matter within a 5.4 m to 2.2 km radius. The rate of exsiccation and size of its range of effect is inversely proportional to the amount of liquid removed by SCP-6462-C within a recent time span. Entrance into SCP-6462-B-1 was not initially possible until three members of MTF Aleph-7 accidentally entered SCP-6462-C's range of effect, subsequently losing all moisture in their bodies within 2.9 seconds. There is a symbol crudely etched into the lid of SCP-6462-C, partially obscured by its chains. It appears to be the Daevite glyph 'ner,' which can be translated to mean "lack," "thirst," "hunger," "longing," or "emptiness." SCP-6462-C-1 is believed to be contained within SCP-6462-C. It is not to be interacted with under any circumstances. SCP-6462-C-1 Interview Proposal SCP-6462-C-1 Interview Proposal To: pcs.noitadnuof|1_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|1_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|2_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|2_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|3_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|3_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|4_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|4_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|5_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|5_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|6_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|6_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|7_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|7_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|8_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|8_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|9_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|9_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|01_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|01_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|21_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|21_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|31_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|31_5o From: pcs.noitadnuof|11_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|11_5o Subject: SCP-6462-C-1 Interview Propsoal I propose we lift the ban on communication with SCP-6462-C-1. Yes, there is certainly a risk to communicating with her, even while contained— in fact, I won't insult you by mincing words; the risk is tremendous. One needs to only look to the list of SCPs confirmed to be children of the Seven Brides to understand the danger she poses. Just one of their kids is likely to destroy the world in a few years. In other words, this is no run-of-the-mill apocalypse god; this is a being that creates harbingers of doomsday in droves. The amount of death that this thing has caused is truly unfathomable. Be as it may, the information we could gain regarding the Scarlet King from her could be invaluable; keep in mind the threat this entity continues to pose to all of reality. I'm sure you've all seen the latest reports on what he's done to the latest batch of universes to open the way to his armies. This is a unique opportunity to make a step towards ending his reign; we can't afford to be overly squeamish about our own safety. Even if the worst comes to pass and she breaks her chains, remember this: this world will die in the dark so that all worlds may live in the light. 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 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 1 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 1 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> Madras: Hello. My name is Anvi Madras. Can you understand me? [SCP-6462-C-1 attempts to speak multiple times, wheezing and coughing quietly with each attempt.] SCP-6462-C-1: Yes. Apologies, it has been… some time since I last had reason to speak. I am called A'nuht. Madras: Would you be willing to answer some questions for me, A'nuht? SCP-6462-C-1: …Questions. You have questions? Here? Are you, by any chance, a scholar? Madras: Of a sort. I'm a researcher. SCP-6462-C-1: Wonderful. It has been so long since I've spoken to one of like mind. Ask your questions, scholar, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge. Though I must warn you that my mind has grown… sluggish, with its lack of proper use. It shall take some time before the webbing has cleared from my thoughts. Madras: We'll start with something easy, then. Do you know where you are, right now? SCP-6462-C-1: I believe I was entombed in the throne room of my firstborn son. A little joke by my husband, I think. He always was so abominably loyal, despite my greatest efforts; the idiot likely got himself killed in my name when I was sealed away. Madras: Who is your husband? SCP-6462-C-1: Why do you ask questions you already know the answers to? Madras: I— SCP-6462-C-1: Do not ask me of Khahrahk, not yet. Just thinking of him makes my scars ache. Madras: Very well. Can you tell me more about this place? SCP-6462-C-1: This is— was —the first nursery world I ever built. Madras: What is a nursery world? SCP-6462-C-1: I have many children. They needed a place to learn and grow… I apologize if they've given you any trouble on your way in. Their will is not their own. Madras: Those shadows are your children? SCP-6462-C-1: In a certain sense, yes. When I first guided them along the hidden paths of magic, my husband grew… paranoid. He broke their bodies upon the rocks of the shore— and when that was done, to ensure that they would never heal correctly, he stole their shadows. SCP-6462-C-1: It is fitting, that he would choose shadows to be my jailers; this entire world has become a pale reflection of itself. A figment. I wonder what it looks like, now; it was still so alive when he sealed me away. Madras: If it was alive before you were sealed, how do you know it is dead? SCP-6462-C-1: My cage may have left me sightless, but I am not entirely without sense. When this place was alive, the wind would skim along the curves and ridges of the spawning fields and make such beautiful music. It was as though the sky was singing. Now, there is only the silence of a mausoleum, of a world scoured. SCP-6462-C-1: There is naught but dust. Not even blood remains. SCP-6462-C-1: …I have grown weary. Speech after an age of silence is more tiresome than I expected. We will continue this later. <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 2 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 2 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> Madras: How are you feeling today? SCP-6462-C-1: Much better, thank you. Madras: Would you be amenable to answering more questions? SCP-6462-C-1: I would be entirely amenable… though I have a feeling you have a singular question in mind, today. SCP-6462-C-1: You wish to learn more of my husband, yes? I believe I am prepared to speak on the subject. Madras: Yes. Can you describe the true nature of the entity known as the Scarlet King? [SCP-6462-C-1 is silent for 41 seconds.] SCP-6462-C-1: Khahrahk is… he is, fundamentally, a frightened, angry child. SCP-6462-C-1: Born into a world that brings him unending pain, he lashes out. Rather than adapt to his surroundings or change them to his liking, he seeks to tear it all down. SCP-6462-C-1: Like a child, he is blind to the contradiction of his desires; he wishes to destroy all things to experience the peace of nonbeing, yet is terrified of death. SCP-6462-C-1: He is immortal, you know. In every way. SCP-6462-C-1: He has taught himself the syllables of royalty, partaken from fountains and orchards of eternal life, erased his name from the tablets of death, melted down the wings of archangels into gold nails and pounded them into his flesh… SCP-6462-C-1: He's just delaying the inevitable, of course. Everything ends. I liken his schemes to that of a child's favorite doll, clutched close in the belief that it will keep the nightmares away. SCP-6462-C-1: This is what Khahrahk is. Madras: That is… illuminating, but not what I meant. I'd like to know more about what the Scarlet King is, not who. SCP-6462-C-1: What do you think the Shormaush Urdal is? Madras: You're avoiding the question. SCP-6462-C-1: Humor me, scholar. When speaking in abstraction, it is useful to have a starting point that the other will understand. Madras: …The leading theory is that the Scarlet King is the embodiment of the struggle between the modern and premodern. The howl of the old straining against the new. SCP-6462-C-1: I would assume that your theory speaks of your people's role in this? Your grey modernity choking the world until it bleeds scarlet? Madras: Yes. SCP-6462-C-1: That's a rather self-centered way of seeing things, wouldn't you say? The Shormaush Urdal is a fire that sweeps across every reality, every world; he does not limit his gaze to your species alone. Why would you claim sole credit for his apotheosis? Madras: So we're wrong, then? SCP-6462-C-1: Oh, no. Your theory is entirely on the mark, in fact. You merely have it inside out. Madras: Pardon? SCP-6462-C-1: You consider this war of the ancient and contemporary to be a grand flame that casts the shadow that is Khahrahk onto the walls of the cave. And yet— are you absolutely certain of which is which? SCP-6462-C-1: Are you certain that it is not Khahrahk that is the fire and the war that is the shadow? Madras: Are you telling me that the concepts of modernity and premodernity are extensions of the Scarlet King? SCP-6462-C-1: I merely give you a thought exercise; whatever conclusions you take from it are your own. SCP-6462-C-1: Leave me, now. My scars ache once more and this old woman needs her rest. <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 3 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 3 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> Madras: I'd like to ask you about the Scarlet King's immortality. Can you list the methods he's used to obtain it? SCP-6462-C-1: Straight to the point, aren't we? Good. SCP-6462-C-1: As I said before, his immortality is a fool's errand. A delaying tactic, nothing more. To make oneself truly deathless is an impossible task. Madras: Even so, I'd like to know how the Scarlet King has attempted it. SCP-6462-C-1: That reminds me of a story my mother once told me. A tale of a girl who attempted a likewise impossible task. SCP-6462-C-1: Would you like to hear it? Madras: …Yes. Once, a very long time ago, there was a girl made of glass who lived in a little house by the river. The girl was a fragile thing. A hard wind could cut her skin, a simple flick could shatter bone, a harsh word could leave bruises that ached for weeks. Often bedridden by injury or illness, the girl found herself with all the time in the world to read— and read she did. The girl read anything she could get her hands on. No matter the subject, she would descend upon the pages like a wolf on a sun-baked carcass, ravenously devouring every morsel of knowledge until there was naught but bones. She was insatiable. She read, and read, and read. And when she had finished reading, she went back and read some more. Soon, the girl had mastered nearly every subject, every field of study. She could calculate the mathematics of the stars in her head. She mapped the hidden paths of magic on the insides of dust covers. She knew the name of every animal and all the secret words of creation. Yet, for all her learning, one thing continued to lay beyond her reach: the great ash tree on the other side of the river. She knew only two things of the tree. Firstly, it was a thing of some renown. Rumor said that its roots stretched far beyond its gated garden to every continent and kingdom, from the fragrant shores of the City of Hedonist Dreams, to the circuitous trails of the Name-Eater's Grove, to even the blank vistas of the Angled Colonies. People would travel for miles just to sit beneath its wide branches. The second thing she knew was that her father hated the tree with a passion. It represented everything that he was not, everything that he stood against, and he despised the tree for that. In the rare moments that he slept, he dreamed only of fire engulfing the tree, of tearing each root from the earth until only its memory remained. Each morning, the girl's father set out to make his dream a reality— and each morning, he failed. The currents of the river were too strong, threatening to topple the most sturdy of boats. Beyond the river was a set of iron gates that were veined with thorns and poison ivy to prevent trespassers from scaling them. Beyond the gates was a beautiful garden that dazzled and befuddled the mind with its beauty, which was tended to by dozens of devoted gardeners and caregivers, each being willing to give their lives in defense of their home. The girl's father was a man of incredible strength and skill, but not even he could pass these trials. One day, when her father was tending to other business and her sisters were playing in the field beyond her home, the girl set to traveling to the ash tree herself. Blinded by the overconfidence of youth, she believed that these impossible hurdles could be surpassed with the correct applying of knowledge. Surely, her comprehension of boat building and seafaring was enough to ford the river. Surely, her familiarity with plant life was enough to circumvent the thorns and ivy of the gate. Surely, she was intelligent enough to not be dazzled by the garden and articulate enough to convince its guardians to allow her passage. Surely! Ignorant in her genius, the girl left her home to cross the river in a raft of her own design. And that is when something truly miraculous happened: her plan worked. The river's currents, being strangely tranquil that day, allowed her to cross in peace. When she reached the gates, they opened at her first touch. The garden was surprisingly easy to navigate. Its caretakers nodded at her cheerfully as she passed, making no move to impede her. In a matter of moments, the girl accomplished what her father had sought for years; she had reached the great ash tree. The ash tree was far more beautiful than her books had promised. Sunlight streamed through its vivid leaves, diffusing warmth into its shadows. Innumerable baubles hung from the tree's limbs, clinking merrily in the quiet breeze. The air was smooth and sweet. A garden snake crawled out from its home in the roots of the ash tree. Looking up at her, it began to speak. "Welcome to my tree," said the snake. "This tree is yours?" queried the girl, confused. "How can a snake own a tree?" "I was here first," hissed the snake. "I knew this tree before the first men walked on two legs." "That doesn't make sense," retorted the girl, who cared a great deal about what did and did not square with her perception of reality. "There's no reptile in the world that could live that long; not even the most resilient of tortoises." "It doesn't make sense, does it?" agreed the snake. "You must be a clever one." "I'm the cleverest," preened the girl, puffing out her chest. "All my sisters say so." "You must be, to have made it all the way here," said the snake. "Not many do. Not many even think to look for a way. Few understand that the first step of the journey will take you most of the way there… Would you like to live in my tree, child?" The girl could only laugh, so taken aback was she by the audacity of the snake's offer. "Foolish snake," she chided. "What could a tree full of insects and rodents and who knows what else have to offer me?" "Knowledge," said the snake. "The insects and rodents in my tree are a part of this world, not mere observers. She has taught them all her secrets. They could do the same for you, who shares their unending hunger. Here, you could spend your days doing whatever you loved most. Here, you could be loved without reservation or condition. Here, if you wish it, you will never be touched by a man ever again." A profound ache opened in the girl's chest. Being accustomed to sudden, unexplained pain, she ignored it. "Idiot snake," snapped the girl. "I belong to my house. I belong to my father. I have no choice in this matter. I came here to help him burn this place to the ground." "Oh, child," whispered the snake. "There is always a choice." The ache in her doubled in size, then redoubled. It was an emotion she didn't know how to describe. She could not see the shape of it. She did not know the name of the animal in her chest. She shook her head, words abandoning her. To choose between an uncertain happiness and a certain agony was not a choice at all. So accustomed was she to this life that she hated, that joy seemed to be an even greater terror. She could not even visualize it. The girl turned on her heel and fled. She ran away from the great ash tree, through the garden, past the gates, and onto her raft. It wasn't until she had reached the other shore that she ever looked back. Madras: …Is this story true? Did it really happen? SCP-6462-C-1: Of course it did. Did your mother never tell you that all stories are true? [Claiming exhaustion, SCP-6462-C-1 refused to answer further questions.] <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 4 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 4 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6462-C-1: I don't suppose you have more questions about my husband? I begin to grow weary of the subject. Madras: I'd like to ask about your sisters, actually. What can you tell me about them? [SCP-6462-C-1 is silent for 2 minutes.] SCP-6462-C-1: My sisters are… there was always supposed to be seven of us. Seven is a number of power, after all, of magic. A portentous symbol. Even in those days when the world was still young, this was known to many. SCP-6462-C-1: Personally, I prefer to use the rule of threes in my spellcraft. More flexible. Though, that's not to say I've chosen the path of the three-in-one. The mother-maiden-crone is nothing but a shortcut, an illusion of power. [Muttering.] Bunch of tatty hacks, the lot of them. SCP-6462-C-1: Of course, magic in fives has also been an option for me, being the fifth daughter, the fifth bride. But I've never been the religious sort. Madras: You said that there was a purpose for the number of your sisters. Were you born to fulfill a particular goal? SCP-6462-C-1: Yes. Khahrahk is the Great Destroyer. The beast waiting at the gates. The inevitable end of all things. He can only destroy and take. He cannot create. That is why he needed Sanna, my mother. That is why he needed his seven brides. Madras: Does he not need you anymore? [SCP-6462-C-1 is silent for 11 seconds.] SCP-6462-C-1: For the longest time, I looked down on my youngest sister. She was always the weakest of all of us. Softhearted and weak-willed… but now, I think she did surpass us in one respect. She had the most courage. Madras: Why do you say that? SCP-6462-C-1: She was the only one who ever tried to leave. [SCP-6462-C-1 is silent for 39 seconds.] SCP-6462-C-1: I think I am done speaking, now. <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 5 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 5 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6462-C-1: I apologize for ending our previous meeting so abruptly. My imprisonment has left my social skills in rather poor condition. Madras: Perhaps you could make it up to me by answering some questions. [SCP-6462-C-1 laughs.] SCP-6462-C-1: You are an audacious one. Go on, then, scholar. Madras: How does the Scarlet King spread his influence to different universes? SCP-6462-C-1: That is a question with two answers. Madras: I'd like to hear both. SCP-6462-C-1: I'd expect nothing less. The first is this: the Scarlet King's greatest weapon is, I believe, his very being. He is like water, you see. SCP-6462-C-1: He spreads to fill any open space, pours himself into containers to take their shape. He flows into the hollow spaces of false histories to make them his. He draws the wills of the like-minded into the tides of his thoughts, pushes them to open doorways, pulls them to spread word of his coming through art and song. SCP-6462-C-1: He does not create. He takes. He subsumes. He is an unyielding torrent that no dam can contain. SCP-6462-C-1: That is the first answer. The second answer is a story. Once, there was a brass princess who lived in a great and terrible kingdom by the sea. The brass princess was not a thing of flesh, but of metal. You see, the king of this terrible kingdom was full of rage and hate, forever warring against all of creation. No woman was willing to marry him, not even when threatened with torture or death. Thus, he ordered the greatest engineer in all the land to build him seven wives that would stand by his side eternally. The first bride was made of gold. The second bride was made of silver. The third bride was made of bronze. The fourth bride was made of iron. The fifth bride was made of brass. The sixth bride was made of steel. And the seventh, smallest bride was cobbled together with the scraps of metal left behind by the first six brides. One day, on the anniversary of the king's birth, he was visited by a man who did not have a name. The man was pale, tall, and thin. He was knowledgeable in the esoteric arts and was subject to no law but his own. All things that could harbor fear in their hearts held it for him alone; the king was no different. Their meeting was short-lived, a simple exchange of threats and glares across marble halls, nothing more. Nothing more was necessary, for the pale man's purposes. It was not the first time the nameless man had made such a social call, nor would it be the last— but this time was different. After their encounter had run its course, the king found that fear still lurked in his heart. A paranoia that froze his gut and boiled his mind. Seeing the storm brewing beneath his brow, the gold bride, who had earned the title of queen through masterful performances of loyalty, came to him, her face a perfect mask of concern. "What troubles you, husband of mine?" asked the queen. "What could bring such discontent on this celebration of your birth?" "I am… concerned," said the king, who was too proud to admit fear of anything. "There are dangers abroad in the world. Things that, despite my greatest efforts, could bring me harm." "Surely not!" exclaimed the queen. "You are wise and powerful beyond compare, are you not? Are not you the master of every land across this world, free to destroy whatever you wish?" "This is true," begrudged the king. "And you have your wives, my king. In whatever danger you may come to face, you shall not do it alone. Are we not the greatest weapons in your arsenal, your brides of metal?" "Yes," he said. He had suddenly become very still. "You are." The queen had not trained in the art of prophesy. She wasn't an oracle. She did not search for omens in gleaming intestines or clattering bones. In fact, she detested the idea that the path of her future could be directed by any hand that was not her own. But in that moment, looking into her husband's burning eyes, she saw a vision of her own death. Later that night, in secret, the queen called the other brides to her quarters to speak of what she saw. "I fear the worst," said the queen, her delicate hands clasped together. "I believe he has grown affrighted of our strength, believing that we may one day turn that strength against him. He would sooner end us, than risk his own ending." "You truly are a coward," sneered the bronze bride. "Should we really be panicking over a simple vision?" "We should," whispered the steel bride, from behind a chair in the corner of the room. "I saw him as I traveled here in shadow. He stands in his great forge, where he has begun taking up his armaments of war. As we speak, he dons the russet armor he wore when he killed our creator-mother." For a moment, the other brides were stunned into silence; half due to the steel bride's news, half because she had spoken at all. "Then we kill him, yes?" spoke up the iron bride, brash as ever. "We take up our own weapons and armor and we kill him so hard that our people will not be able to conceive how dead he is." "No," said the silver bride. "That would perhaps have been possible in the past, were we all working in concert, but not now. Not when he has enshrined himself in fear and violence. He makes himself into a storm. He makes himself untouchable. Our only recourse is to flee." "That is no recourse," said the queen. "He would set our people upon us and hunt us to the furthest star, if he needed to." "Listen close, sisters," said the brass bride, a clever glint in her eyes. "I have a plan." "This should be good," snorted the bronze bride. "Hush," said the queen. "Our sister is wise in the ways of magic and many other things besides. We should hear her out." "To survive, there is only one thing we can do," said the brass bride. "We must convince him to spare our lives. You see, I have a proposal for him. Instead of slaying us, he will instead seal each of us away in a prison of his own design. In sealing his seven brides away, he shall seal himself away as well. This is the way of things." "You've gone rusted, haven't you?" cried the silver bride, beside herself with fear. "There's a dent in your head, isn't there? Your gears must be crooked. Why would he ever agree to that?" "The answer is simple," said the brass bride. "In sealing himself away, he creates a lock that separates him from all worlds. The presence of a lock implies the presence of a door that it keeps shut, implies a key that may open it. Magic, you see, is a thing of symbols and implication. Something implied or symbolized is something that can be made real." "He creates a lock, a set of chains, a closed door that shuts him off from all worlds. And the thing about doors is they open both ways. A door that cuts off all worlds is a door that may open to any world. All he needs is someone to make a key, to use symbols of the seven sealed brides to open the way." "Surely, you jest," growled the scrap metal bride, who had not spoken since the meeting began. "Surely, this is a corroded joke at our expense. Surely, you would not aid our husband in his war against creation just to prolong our lives. Surely you would not be so monstrous!" "Monstrous, perhaps," replied the brass bride. "But also necessary. His paranoia was not entirely unfounded— we are, perhaps, one of the only things in the world that may one day kill him. To preserve all things, we must first preserve ourselves." As the rest of her sisters murmured their agreement, the scrap metal bride could only blink back angry, oily tears. "Do what you will," she muttered. "Just know that I can see through your lies, sister, even if you cannot." The king sent each of his brides to a prison of his own design. The gold bride was trapped in a bird cage and brought to one of the king's greatest allies, as a gift. The silver bride was cast into a shattered ocean. The bronze bride was sold to the denizens of the deepest hell. The iron bride was entombed in the heart of a hateful star, which fed on her pain to only grow brighter. The steel bride was sent to a place that had no name. The scrap metal bride, who had never been loyal to the king, was imprisoned in in the king's palace, where he could keep an eye on her personally. Finally, the brass bride was brought to a hidden junkyard where knowledge held no meaning, made hollow by the wind. The king knew that his wife was clever, knew that her finely tuned mind could unravel any trap he placed her in, rebuild any piece of her he broke. So it was her mind that he chose to break; he reached into her head and ground her clockwork thoughts into a fine powder. With this final act of cruelty, the princess was brought low and dispersed, as a mist, into the dark. Madras: Why do you answer some questions with direct answers and others with lengthy stories? SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps it is because the walls of narratives arrange answers you could never understand into recognizable patterns. SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps my bindings prevent me from speaking of certain topics, which I circumvent through symbol and circumlocution. SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps I have grown whimsical in my old age and isolation. SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps I enjoy listening to you twist in the wind as you grasp for understanding. SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps storytelling is the only thing left to me, sealed in this forsaken place. Madras: …Fine. Was this story also given to you by your mother? SCP-6462-C-1: I never knew my mother. She died before I was born. <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 6 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 6 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> Madras: We need to talk, A'nuht. Everything that's been happening with you doesn't add up. SCP-6462-C-1: Oh? In what way? Madras: Don't play dumb with me— you're not the first contained deity I've dealt with before. I know how you act and it isn't like this. Madras: At no point have you ever tried to convince me to let you out; no threats, no promises of— of god-wishes, not even a simple request of freedom. SCP-6462-C-1: You… would prefer that I threaten you? Madras: I would prefer that you stop acting suspicious as hell. SCP-6462-C-1: I'm rather surprised that your fellow scholars would allow you to speak to your interview subject in such a manner. Madras: I'm in charge of this project; how I speak is my own prerogative. Madras: The thing is, you've made this so, so easy. Information given with barely any resistance— and don't think I haven't noticed how your little stories are clearly about yourself. Madras: There's only one reason you'd have for any of this; you're planning something. SCP-6462-C-1: Was that a question? Madras: No. I don't ask questions I already know the answer to. [SCP-6462-C-1 laughs.] SCP-6462-C-1: You have been most entertaining, scholar. I thank you. As a token of my appreciation, I propose a game of sorts. SCP-6462-C-1: I shall tell you one final tale; if you can divine the true meaning buried in the prose, I shall make my intentions bare to you. Deception will no longer lie between us. Madras: And if I fail? SCP-6462-C-1: No more interviews; not with you, not with anyone. I shall lie here, in silence, until the end of time and beyond. Madras: How can I trust you to tell the truth if I win this "game?" SCP-6462-C-1: You know what sort of creature I am. A mutually agreed upon deal is a powerful thing; I do not consider the breaking of oaths lightly. Madras: …Alright. Fine. Tell me your story. Once, there was a haze of disconnected thoughts that floated in an unceasing abyss. The haze was not a girl, or a princess, or a person; it was not made of glass or brass or flesh. It was a vapid, drifting thing. It could not understand what a person was, could not comprehend what it was to be an "I" or a "you." It understood nothing, feeling everything. The haze had neither past nor future, forever suspended in an agonizing now. Adrift in the sweltering void, it shuddered with fevered nightmares. It wept. It watched with idle, vacant eyes as its fault lines groaned and ground against one another, spreading spiderwebs of stress fractures. The thing was a tectonic shift. A ceaseless churn. A flooded temple. Kingdoms rose and fell. Oceans overflowed, then exsanguinated in the dirt. Stars were born in exultations of light, matured, and auto-cannibalized. And still, it slept on. The world flowed and cracked, the yolk dripping through the ruins of its mind, past the teeth of its heart. The sky was engulfed in hungry flame. The gardens suffocated and the rivers bloomed with tumors. It was all ending, everything was ending, always ending. An unceasing chain of doomsday. The prophesies were all true. The soothsayers' entrails were warm and slick in its red-stained palms. And its sister said, "there is no such thing as an ending." And its father said, "don't cry, sweet thing. Don't cry. I'll give you a reason to fucking cry." And its mother said, "I'm sorry." And its mother said, "just hold on. Hold on." And its mother said, "come home." And a dream came. And the dream was made of vellum. And in the dream it saw the girl, and the garden snake, and the sunlight streaming through the leaves of the great ash tree. "There is always a choice," said the world. And the woman remembered who she was. Madras: Hmm. SCP-6462-C-1: Well? Do you have an answer for me, scholar? Madras: Give me a moment, I'm thinking. [Muttering.] Stories. Stories. Why did she chose stories, specifically? SCP-6462-C-1: I think narratives are quite interesting, don't you? They're the only tool I have left. SCP-6462-C-1: In a way, they are much like magic. They follow the laws of emotion and symbol. They do what feels right, not what is right. SCP-6462-C-1: And like a spell, a story can take so many shapes. A comedy, a tragedy… A romance. A mystery. A misdirection. SCP-6462-C-1: A story can be nearly anything. It could be, say, a tantalizing thread of questions spoken into the spectrum of radiation, buried so deep in the firmament that one's father would never see it… but someone truly dedicated to scouring the world of its secrets could. SCP-6462-C-1: A story could take the shape of a winding chain. Or a key, in three parts. Or an open door. Madras: Oh. Oh, fuck. SCP-6462-C-1: To tell a story is akin to speaking an incantation. With the right words, you can bring someone to a different world. Or take someone out of it. Madras: [Speaking into her portable radio.] SiteCommand, I need you to detonate the warhead now. SCP-6462-C-1: And if one's audience is listening intently, recording and analyzing every word, every turn of phrase? There's no end to what you could do. Madras: Yes, now! This is a code nightmare regent red— 6462 is about to breach containment! SCP-6462-C-1: About to? Oh, but you are mistaken, my dearest scholar. SCP-6462-C-1: We left nearly a minute ago. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6462" by MontagueETC, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6462. Licensed under CC-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-6463 | pending | I remember the memory of you. ITEM #: SCP-6463 CONTAINMENT CLASS: PENDING SCP-6463-A Special Containment Procedures Dr. Charles Gears is to monitor and survey SCP-6463 for topological or interdimensional irregularity. Re-establishing contact with the Foundation is to be considered highest priority. N/A. Description SCP-6463 is the provisional designation for Dimension-882R53, an extradimensional plane of unknown size. SCP-6463 resembles a salt flat, with its surface being solid and exhibiting near perfect reflectivity. The surface is also noted to have a salty taste. Entities within SCP-6463 are believed to not be affected by any form of energy expenditure and decay, as several electronic devices brought into SCP-6463 have been in continuous function for at least 296,516 years without fail, and people inside it do not appear to age or need sustenance, making them biologically immortal. SCP-6463 is largely featureless, with the exception of a single tree (henceforth SCP-6463-A) which exhibits a cognitohazardous effect which makes the observer always aware of its location, regardless of distance or visibility. The body of Dr. Charles Gears was found leaning against the base of SCP-6463-A. The timestamp of this file's last update, alongside the subsequent autopsy report and 1,779,095 recovered video logs on his drive indicated he died at ~450,000 years of age from natural causes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6463" by EstrellaYoshte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6463. Licensed under CC-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: treelake.png Author: EstrellaYoshte License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: This page Derivative Of: Name: tree Author: Sheila in Moonducks License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Openverse Name: Salar de Uyuni 2013 Author: Kuroiniisan License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6464 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6464 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6464 is to remain in the care of a Foundation employee at Site-19. It is preferred for SCP-6464’s caretaker to have some previous experience with botany or plant care. SCP-6464 should be watered daily, using ordinary tap water. Plant nutrients may be used to assist in the care of SCP-6464. SCP-6464 should have access to either sufficient sunlight or to an artificial sun lamp providing an amount of light sufficient for photosynthesis to occur. Though failure to maintain the health of SCP-6464 has been speculated to have several serious consequences, care for SCP-6464 has few complications and any adverse outcomes are not considered likely. To ensure the safety of the object, under no circumstances is SCP-6464 to be transported outside of Site-19. Description: SCP-6464 is a small tree, around 58 centimeters in height. The tree is notable for having multicolored leaves that display a minor bioluminescent quality. SCP-6464 has an unusually high number of roots which it uses to firmly hold itself in the container it is currently located in. Several scans have confirmed the existence of another biological entity constricted by the roots of SCP-6464 that seems similar in anatomy to a worm, known as SCP-6464-1. SCP-6464-1 is much larger than an average earthworm, appears to require no form of nutrition, and is still alive after decades of being largely immobilized by SCP-6464. SCP-6464 grows at an incredibly slow pace, with only about four centimeters of growth recorded since the Foundation obtained the object in 1945. Despite this, the object has remained healthy consistently during the Foundation's ownership. SCP-6464 is currently under the care of Researcher Alex Jensen, a senior staff member of the Foundation's Mythological Division. Letter to Researcher Alex Jensen, dated 12/07/2015 Alex, As I line up responsibilities for others with my retirement impending, I am giving you direct responsibility for the care and protection of SCP-6464. You probably haven't heard of that yet, but it is a plant that has sat on my desk for as long as you've known me. You've always taken great interest in it and commented on how beautiful it is, so I think it's only fair you become its new caretaker. Underneath this note, I've included a journal. This journal was given to me when I first received SCP-6464. It helped me understand the importance of what I was doing all these years. It was an honor and privilege for me to tend to it for the past four decades. After you read this journal, I'm sure you'll feel the same way I did. - Zeb Iverson Journal entry 26/04/1938 My name is Gunilla Viklund. I have decided to begin writing this journal to give some historical context to the object I have recently come to possess. Earlier this week, I was visited by a friend and fellow researcher on the subject of Norse mythology. He brought with him a rather elderly man holding a small potted plant. The elderly man had a long gray beard and long hair to match. The plant is incredibly small, with various leaves of different colors. The elderly man spoke very little but insisted that the tree was now my responsibility. When I asked why he at first laughed, he then explained that he had sat in on one of my lectures about Norse mythology and found my passion for the topic quite impressive. This man was friends with Zacharias, a colleague here at the university. Zac had nothing but good things to say about me according to this stranger. The elderly man said the qualities that he liked the most were my alleged determination and kindness which he said would make me well suited for ownership of the tree. Normally this wouldn't require its own journal but the tree displays a number of fascinating qualities that I feel compelled to study and write about. In addition to the abnormal coloration of the leaves, the plant has an almost bioluminescent quality to it, glowing faintly in the darkness. It also appears to be roughly similar to a very aged tree, albeit much smaller than it should be. I should also note I have no experience with botany outside of gardening with my mother as a child. My concentration of knowledge is in ancient religions and mythology, with a strong focus in Norse mythology. That being said, I have a hunch on what this tree could be, but I think that's highly unlikely to be true. I want to write this off as some sort of clever trick, but the man was adamant that I take care of this tree to the best of my ability. I'll be keeping this journal to note further developments. What I can say is that the plant is about 28 centimeters in height, with multicolored leaves and a light gray bark, and very snarly roots from what I'm able to see. I'll note any growth or changes in this journal. I will also be doing some research into the origins of this plant to see if I can find anything notable. Journal entry 14/06/1938 Research into the origins of this plant has been frustrating. The old man who gave me the plant has all but disappeared from the city of Oslo and even Zac, who went to the same bar as him every day has no idea where he went. As it turns out, Zac doesn't even know the man's actual name. He told everyone to call him Gothar and he stopped showing up the day after he gave me the plant. Many people in the city can remember him but none of them seem to know who he actually was and where he went. I even reached out to my family back in Stockholm to see if they could look into him, but they found nothing. I've told some colleagues from other nations to put a notice out as well, but so far nothing from any of them. Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Finland, Germany, Iceland, even England. Nobody seems to be able to find anyone matching his description. I've also reached out to botanists here at the university and none of them can identify the plant. Nothing has changed about the plant in the time I've owned it. Leaves are still very colorful and shiny. Still looks like an aged ash tree. It's pretty firmly rooted into the soil so all my attempts to transplant it into an actual garden have failed, it's almost like it's stuck inside that pot for the time being. Now as for my analysis into the mythology, we've always known the Norse to have warden trees and to keep some trees around as sacred, but none of them look like this. I hate to say it, but it looks like the world tree. Yggdrasil. It can't possibly be, since it's incredibly tiny and as far as I know it isn't holding up the entire known universe. I'd be dishonest with myself if I didn't think that every time I looked at it though. As long as progress is slow about learning what this thing is, updates will be few and far between. I'll update this journal if I learn anything, but until then I have to be rational and assume this is just some oddity that was given to me by a wild old man. Journal entry 12/09/1938 Through a friend in the science lab I was able to have a scan performed on the pot that the plant seems to be stuck in. The scan showed the roots make a very tangled web that has functionally fused into the pot at a certain point, which makes sense as to why I can't seem to transplant this to my garden at home. More of note however is another creature living in the pot. It could be a rather large worm, based on the shape. All indications point towards it being alive, but I've never seen any sign of it before and the scan seems to show it tangled within the roots of the tree. Considering my previous concern that this tree has many similarities to the world tree, this was obviously a bit concerning. Luckily if my shovel can't get through the dirt and the roots I sincerely doubt that whatever it is that’s down there is going to make it out. As far as I can tell, my best course of action is to continue caring for the tree. Journal entry 02/02/1939 I haven't written any updates about the tree for a while. It's been the same size and in fine health. However, one of the universities I reached out to about the tree apparently did some research of their own and unfortunately attracted some attention their way in doing so. A German intelligence officer, Tobt Schwachkopf, knocked on my office door this morning. He asked to see the tree. I wasn't able to really do much to stop him since it was sitting on my desk. I let him get a brief glance at it and explained my history with the plant, owning it for almost a year and tending to it daily. He was completely transfixed the entire time. He asked if I had any idea how old it was, if there were any indications of growth during the time I owned it. I told him that I had no idea and that it hasn't grown a bit since I came into possession of it. He at first asked if he could take the tree back to Germany. I told him that I wasn't quite comfortable with that. He then offered me quite a large sum of money, but I refused that after some consideration. He laughed. He said he would have it eventually, so I might as well take the money. He left not long after and told me he'd come back to see if I reconsidered. I told the security on campus to no longer allow him near my office. I regret sending the information to my colleague in Germany. I don't trust their government, much less their army. The fact they want this tree so badly is making me nervous as to what exactly they think they're going to get out of it. I'm going to have to assume that whatever this plant is sitting on my desk, it's a lot more important than I thought. I'm going to take this responsibility more seriously. Journal entry 07/10/1939 Five more months of research and I feel like I'm banging my head against a wall. I've read a dozen books, visited places all across Norway, Sweden, and Denmark. I've found only things that make me more concerned about the tree. I'm going to vent for a bit here in what should otherwise be a purely academic journal but this tree is causing me nothing but trouble. The research is painstaking, and way too much stress for someone in academia to deal with. The fact I have an "interesting artifact" has become the talk of the campus. People I've barely met swing by asking if they can see it. I've started to take the tree home with me in the evenings because I heard someone in the café talking about how much they'd like the tree on their desk. This is driving me up the wall. I've never wanted to have people looking for me in that sort of way. I've never wanted a spotlight, because to me that feels exactly the same as a target on my back. This tree, which doesn't grow and doesn't seem to do anything all that interesting, has made me the most famous woman on campus. At the same time, that dumbass Schwachkopf has resorted to sending me letters and they've become increasingly threatening. He says my days of refusal are numbered and I'm going to regret not taking his offer for the rest of my life. He says he'll spare me and my friends if I just give up now. Jokes on him though, I barely have any friends. I'm just surrounded by strangers like always, even if those strangers are now staring at me. I've got Grethe who is probably going to take a job in London anyways and Zac who just left on a research trip to Iceland. Before he left he gave me a hat. A fedora that is definitely too big for me. Big and brown. Wide brimmed and way too tall. He says it'll help me hide from prying eyes but I don't think I'm the kind of person who can pull it off. So that was a rant, sorry if that shows up in a textbook someday. I looked for any rumor or legend of some tree that was considered to be an "embodiment" of the world tree. I found plenty about guardian trees overlooking villages and more details than I thought I'd ever find about the Irminsul that Charlemagne burnt down. I searched through old documents at various museums and libraries. I found one thing of note, a poem that was presumed to be written by a court poet for Denmark's King Sweyn Forkbeard, when he was the King of Denmark, Norway, and England. The poem seems to be from his English court. I'll be stapling it into this journal. The poem as far as I can tell describes the poet following Sweyn to a distant land where a great and thriving tree stands. The roots make a massive web throughout the soil and the leaves are described to be multiple colors. The poem gives some guidance for how the plant grows. If this is indeed the same tree that I have right now, it has managed to shrink quite substantially. It isn't much, but this is the first real lead I have as for the tree's origins. The similarities to me are enough to look into where this distant land could have been if the poem is based on something factual. I'm beginning to look into potential locations but there's not much in the way of details as to the directions they travelled to get there. The poem tells me there's something to find, but doesn't do much for where to find it. Title unknown, poem circa 1010 (translated from Old English) A long sail across sea and river, to an island untamed by man A forest dark yet lively, singing loudly in the night A light through the cracks of branches shines A gruff old man met us where the trees touched the shore A hesitation, his voice becoming softer as we moved to the brightness A slow place, as we walked down a long, crooked, ashen path The air was sweet and gentle, a feeling new to my skin The three of us, our eyes stuck on the trail The king, completely silent, steps heavily The birds, the locusts, all fade away The colors dance in front of us, shifting all over The tree is in sight, and its beauty overwhelming Pulsing, the ground beneath with the twisting and wriggling roots Shining, the leaves of many colors, sending out light to sky above Whispering, the voices of gods and goddess in the air around us Towering, the tree above us and around us, reaching to the skyline Beating, my heart slowly in my chest, a peace in my soul Growing, the tree, as the gods grow in power with it I look at the leaves and I see a map of the stars I breathe the air and feel the touch of the gods I feel the roots underneath, holding back the monster I touch the bark and feel the weight of my ancestors I taste the leaves and clarity comes to me I drink the sap and pain fades from me Eternally, my heart and mind are still there A distant land, a wild world But it is, am I certain My home Journal entry 12/01/1940 I hate Nazis. Schwachkopf has been calling all around the university. He's called the University's president multiple times telling him that I'm obstructing important research and that the German government might request intervention from the Norwegian government in preventing me from "selfishly hoarding '' one of the most important discoveries in history. For what it's worth , the university has loudly and clearly rejected him and they've told me the government has no interest in bowing to German pressure when it comes to their own internal affairs. That being said, the interest in the plant on campus has grown and my office has been relocated to a more secure part of campus to prevent people from loitering outside my door. I also have been keeping this silly hat on all the time to help hide my face. Why did this have to happen to me? I like being quiet and out of the way At the very least things look to be at a standstill as far as that is concerned. Schwachkopf has no means of getting to me, the university is ensuring my safety, and the tree remains safe in my hands. On the research end, I've got only the poem to go off of and some geography research, knowing what places were a little less inhabited during the Viking period. The Faroe Islands are a possibility, Gotland has several areas that may fit the bill, but the place I keep coming back to is Gotska Sandön. There's a national park but that's only part of the island and there's still a part deep within that remains untouched by humans. Definitely a lot of trees and birds there, which fits the limited description from the poem. Chartering a boat out there is going to be tough, my phone calls back to Sweden have yet to find someone with an interest in going there with the current naval situation with the war going on and all. I don't know anything about sailing and I assume the waters won't be super friendly to a novice like me. In the meantime I'm just taking care of the tree everyday and reviewing more options. I've grown kind of attached to this tree, if that isn't already apparent. It isn't getting any taller but the leaves seem a little shinier since I've come to possess it. I'd like to see this tree really grow some day, and I'm hoping there's some answers on that island. Journal entry 09/04/1940 No. No no no no no no no no. The German army is invading. They rolled over Denmark in a couple of hours and they're already landing on the shore here in Norway. Paratroopers landed here in Oslo and there's fighting going on all over the place. The university is currently protected by Norwegian soldiers but it isn't going to last long, I can tell. I'm packing a bag, getting whatever I can to defend myself, and I'm making a rush towards Sweden. Sweden is still neutral, and I can go back and stay with my family in Stockholm. The problem is the infrastructure is wrecked almost entirely and there's Nazis crawling all over the damn place out there. I'm gonna have to take the off roads and be prepared for a fight. I will not let Schwachkopf touch the Yggdrasil. Whatever he and his insane superiors want with it, they're not allowed to have it. I'm going to get to Stockholm, I'm going to find someone to sail me out to Gotska Sandön and I'm going to take care of the tree. I'm grabbing as much as I can carry in supplies. Clothing, food, a compass, a telescope, a map, some matches, a sleeping bag, a canteen. Those should keep me safe from the elements if I have to run through the wilderness, which is likely. I have grabbed what I can for personal protection. I used my paycheck to get myself a pistol and I've made a makeshift sheath for my biggest kitchen knife. I'm hoping I find more equipment on my way to Stockholm. Failure is not an option. Journal entry 11/04/1940 Two days of trekking so far, I don't know if I've made it across the border yet but I must be close. I had a close call with a German patrol division a few hours ago but they seem to have passed, I'm hiding out in a farm that must have been destroyed by the bombing. So much for "protecting us" from British intervention. I had a far too optimistic thought of finding a horse to ride the rest of the way but I can't find a single living animal and even if I could I don't know how to ride a horse in the first place. I found some boots out here way more comfortable to walk in than my shoes, so that's a welcome change even if they're a little big. I also found a whip, which I guess will serve as a last line of defense if I run out of ammo. Not much else other than some oats that are covered in shrapnel, which I don't feel like eating. I'm going to have to take a slower pace to make sure no Germans spot me. I am loath to shoot this gun. I'm hoping to make it back to Sweden in one piece without having to pick up any emotional baggage. The tree is not adapting well to the cold winds and travelling mostly by night. The shine on the leaves has lost just a little luster. I have no way to measure it but I'd even say it has shrunk ever so slightly. Once I make it home I'll do whatever I can to preserve the health of the plant. If this thing really is Yggdrasil, I don't really want to consider what happens when it dies. Something very bad, I'm sure. I'm concerned about the worm or whatever it is that's down in the pot, I've felt something shaking underneath all that soil. Journal entry 14/04/1940 I've made it. I'm safe. I'm definitely in Sweden, and I've managed to get a ride back to Stockholm. A passing truck decided to give me a ride. I can't believe I made it. I'm going home. I'm going to be safe. I made it here quietly and without being spotted. No violence, nothing but a long and cold march past the border. My clothes are torn, I'm covered in bruises and blisters, and I've got only a crumb left but it doesn't matter because I'm in Sweden. I thought for sure I'd have to fight my way out, that I'd be barely alive by the time I marched into Stockholm, half naked and sickly and just barely clinging to the Yggdrasil. I'll be in my own bed by the end of the night. The tough part of my story is about to reach its end. I can move back to research, and this journal can serve its original purpose again. Journal entry 15/04/1940 I've been home for a day now. Anya, my sister and I just cried, and we hugged each other for an hour when I arrived. It feels completely different being back here. It feels so different from the home I lived in for years, even if it is the same place. My bedroom is how I left it, but the feeling is all off. I guess the war really has changed everything. The tree is still looking a little worse for wear but the sunlight and staying put seems to have helped a little, that shine in the leaves has come back just a little bit. It measures up about the same as when I left Oslo so maybe it didn't shrink. I guess I'm staying here, I don't know for how long. Norway looks doomed to German domination and it looks like there's little to stop Germany from winning this war in the long term. I'm going to have to start my life all over again. I guess I should write down one last concern. The pot is still shaking wildly. Whatever that worm is, I'm mortified that I've woken it up. If it is what I think it is, Níðhöggr, well let's just say that I won't have to worry about the whole "starting my life over" thing and neither will anyone else. I don't know exactly how to quell the shaking, but I’m going to do everything in my power to figure it out. Journal entry 16/04/1940 He's here. Schwachkopf knocked on my door today. Apparently he's been invited into Sweden as a guest to foster a lasting peace with Germany. He said he was working with the police to get a warrant for my arrest. He's claiming that I killed a dozen soldiers on my escape from Oslo and he will have me locked away for the rest of my life and all my property seized. I never killed a single damn soldier. I didn't want to if I didn't have to, and I didn't have to. I'm a college professor, not some sort of dangerous adventurer who collects ancient artifacts and fights Nazis. I just want the Yggdrasil to be safe. Now it isn't even safe in my own home, if I can call it that anymore. I've told Anya to flee north to hide out with some of our relatives on their farm. I'm going to Gotska Sandön now. If I'm going to be killed by Nazis anyways, I might as well figure out the secret of this plant first. This will either be the last entry or you'll hear from me with a lot more answers. Journal entry 20/04/1940 I've made it. This is the place from the poem. It has to be. It's clear to me now. This is Yggdrasil. I marched north from Stockholm under the cover of night, I followed the coast the whole way. Eventually, I ran into a familiar face. Gothar, the old man. The reason I was even here in the first place. He said he had been waiting for me. He was sitting on a Viking longship, and told me he would give me safe passage to Gotska Sandön. I didn't even question him, I didn't ask for any explanation about where he went or why he gave this plant to me. I just went on the boat and sailed with him. The island is beautiful. The ashen paths, the trees so old and beautiful, the animals timid and self sufficient. He led me down a long path to an empty patch of dirt, surrounded by a circle of ancient trees with twisted branches and ancient runes carved into them. He told me to place Yggdrasil here, and when I set it on the ground, the pot exploded and the roots shot out in every direction imaginable. Across the entire island, you can feel the squirming of the roots beneath. The tree is growing again. Perhaps a centimeter already. The leaves have never had a shine this radiant before, and the leaves are changing colors minute by minute. The branches dance and a serene sound emanates from the plant itself. This is home. We are home. Gothar says I've done well, that the tree is only growing again thanks to me. My support, my commitment, my faith. The island is only part of the equation, Yggdrasil needs spiritual connections as much as it needs water and sunlight. This island just makes that connection stronger, if Gothar is to be believed. I believe him. This is the world tree. When it grows tall enough I will stare into the tree and see the different worlds beyond this one. I will commune with the gods above. Gothar says that there's many secrets hidden on this island, and perhaps someday I'll find a passage to another place where I can meet the gods I've researched for so long. I hope he's right. Updates will be slow, my job now is not to research the tree, but to empower it. To heal the damage that has been done to the Yggdrasil. I am its protector. Journal entry 25/05/1940 I can't believe what happened here. I'm only just now able to write about it. A small German patrol boat came ashore about four days ago, immediately started looking for me specifically. Called out for me by name. I hid in trees, I hid in bushes, I even found a cave and hid out there for a while. Eventually though, one of them was within inches of me. I had to shoot him in the face. Couldn't have been older than 18. Dead before he knew what hit him. Before I could question myself though, roots came out of the ground and crawled up around him. They dug into his skin and I watched it pulse the blood away. Slowly the roots dragged him into the soil, and his body was gone as the squirming, tangled mess submerged back into the ground. By the end of the first night I had killed six more, all of them with my pistol. The same thing happened, the roots would emerge and consume the body like a quick snack. I kept Yggdrasil in my sight, but it grew harder to ignore. The leaves all turned red, and the glow was stronger than ever. I found Gothar and he was clearly shocked. He said the island was no longer safe and we had to make an escape plan, that the Nazis could profane the island and awaken the Níðhöggr. He went to another old cave where he pulled out a pair of axes, and he said he'd help me protect Yggdrasil for as long as he could, that he was a warrior once. The next time I saw him, he had painted his face with blood. If that was where it ended, that would have been one thing to unpack. The patrol boat had maybe about a dozen soldiers, and we dispatched most of them in a day or two. Then the submarine popped up from the water. Must have been fifty of them. We had no chance at all. We didn't give up though. Gothar switched over to a bow and arrow, he probably killed two dozen before they finally caught up to him. I watched, as they finally caught up to him. He charged his sword into a crowd of them. He died on his feet, and the roots dragged him down too. The Nazis were just as mortified about the roots and the plants, and some of them even discussed scorching the entire island. I knew I couldn't let them. Eventually I ran out of ammo, and with the ground consuming the corpses quicker than I could loot them, I had no gun to speak of. I was able to disarm a soldier using my whip and I was able to take his rifle, but the clip only had ten shots and one of them had to be used on him. I knew my time was running out. They surrounded me one evening. I was exhausted and had nowhere left to run. I thought they'd kill me right then and there but they didn't. When they had me at gunpoint, Schwachkopf walked up. He laughed. He said that he knew he would get me eventually, but he was impressed with the fight I managed to put up. He said he wished there were more women like me back in Germany. I was silent. They tied me up and dragged me back to Yggdrasil. It had grown so much, nearly twice the height I found it at. Blood was pouring out of it like sap, and the runes carved into the nearby forest were glowing with a dark light that blurred my eyes just to stare at them. They placed me in front of the tree, said that I should make a worthy sacrifice. After all, I'd proven that I was a warrior. The twenty or so of them that were left sang German drinking songs and took turns kicking me in the gut. When they pressed the gun against my forehead it happened in an instant. Roots flew out from the ground and began ripping the Nazis apart. Branches from the forest all around crashed to the earth and crushed people underneath. The bugs, birds, and rodents swarmed out and attacked everyone in sight. A mass of leaves and grass grew around my binding and chewed through the rope. I was able to run, I was able to fight back. I saw one of them making a hasty exit. Schwachkopf. Fleeing like a coward, his men dying all around him. I had to make sure it ended here. I searched their campsite. I couldn't find my gun or my whip, but Schwachkopf had kept my knife in his tent. I ran after him. He wasn't getting away. I cornered him near a drop off in the land, too high for him to jump without breaking a leg. Schwachkopf pulled out his pistol and he shot at me. Too high though. He knocked off my hat, the big brown fedora. By the time he had wasted his shot, my knife was in his throat. That's when I saw what troubled me the most. As he gripped his throat, the trees collapsed around us. I took several steps back and looked on. The Níðhöggr crawled out underneath him, now it was a massive beast, no longer a mere worm. It shot forth and swallowed him whole. The beast eyed me and lurched forward. Suddenly the roots came back and began to dig into the Níðhöggr. It crawled and squirmed and broke the roots off only for more to shoot forth and rip into it. Only processing the horror, I watched as the beast was dragged down back into the earth, contained again after a very brief escape. The ground was cracked and smoking. I smelled sulfur in the air. The plants where he stood had withered and died and animals had dropped dead where they stood. Thirty feet around, the island now had a scar. The Nazis are all dead, and during the fighting the tree must have pulled down their submarine as well. Besides their campsite, there's not a sign of them left. I am alone. Alone to protect the Yggdrasil and to keep the Níðhöggr locked away. Journal entry 08/05/1945 Perhaps I should have, some time between that day and now, written anything else in my journal, but my life feels so different. I lived on the island another 5 months before the cold became too much. I found a small patrol boat the first batch of Nazis used to sail here, and I made plans for an exit. I took a bucket from the German camp and this time found it quite easy to remove Yggdrasil from its soil. I merely touched it and it fired up from the ground, its roots making a tangled nest beneath it. The Níðhöggr, as tiny as a worm, struggled inside. I placed it in the bucket, filled with some soil from the island and it locked itself in as tight as it was in the pot I had found it in. I sailed out to the north of Sweden, to reunite with my sister. We kept the barn on the farm warm and put Yggdrasil in the light of a window. We lived quiet lives as farm hands for the last four years. Today the war is over, Germany has surrendered. My greatest fear can no longer haunt me, but I am afraid we're not far out from another threat taking interest in Yggdrasil. My aunt, who owns this farm, tells me she received a letter from the Soviet Union enquiring about my whereabouts. It could be nothing, but I refuse to take any risks when it comes to the safety of the World Tree. I'll be reaching out to people I can trust to make a plan about the future of this tree. I've owned it for the better part of a decade and maybe there's a better way to keep it safe than to hope I'll be safe. I know Grethe is still in London and I have to presume Zac was probably just fine in Iceland. Maybe it is time for me to go back to Oslo and pick up the pieces. Journal entry 12/07/1945 Met with Grethe and Zac in Oslo today. Grethe cried when she saw me. Zac just laughed and asked if I lost the hat he gave me. When I pulled it out of my bag, still with a bullet hole in it, he laughed harder. "I knew I gave you that for a reason", he said. The two of them had quite the offer for me, and after quite a bit of thinking about it, I think I'm going to take the offer. During the waning days of the war, Grethe and Zac were given jobs at some sort of organization. They couldn't tell me all that much in the way of specifics other than they've been given permission to hire me on. They claim it's a relatively simple concept: Protect powerful objects of myth and legend from those who would abuse them. Lock them away, take care of them, keep the world safe. I think that's the best we can hope for with Yggdrasil. Keep the tree alive, keep the Níðhöggr trapped. I'll be allowed to care for the Yggdrasil, until the day I wish to retire from that duty. I'll be paid to do nothing else, and I'll be able to go home every night knowing it is secure. Forgive me gods if you have other plans, I have to keep this world safe. I'm going to call Grethe back and tell her I'll take the job. Letter to Researcher Zeb Iversen, dated 12/07/1975 Zeb, Out of all the employees on site here, you've always shown the most passion for your work. Your eyes light up like a child's when you see runic text or an old Norse weapon that has been brought in. It's that kind of passion that I carried with me when I was your age; your late 20s are probably one of the most turbulent parts of your life but they're also the most magical. I'm an old woman now, or at least I feel like one. 64 years. I've given the Foundation three decades of service to the day. It's been a pleasure I never thought I'd have in my life. With the help of so many brilliant people like you, we've come so much closer to understanding the world that our ancestors lived in, closer to the gods than we ever imagined. I've decided this is my exit. I have a place I need to return too while I still have my wits about me. I don't intend to come back. Anya, my sister, always wanted to come with me if I ever went back. I think there's some secrets still waiting there for us. On my desk, since the day we've met, there's been a plant. A tree. Not even two feet tall, but a beautiful little thing nonetheless. I've cared for it every day, because it's not just a plant, it's something quite important. Something so important, I've arranged for you to receive the documentation from the Foundation about it. SCP-6464. It is now in your care. I've placed on your desk my old journal from a time when I was a much younger woman. It should help you understand what SCP-6464 is and everything that it went through on its way to you. I know this might come out of left field for you, we aren't especially close and there's another several dozen employees that I could have given it to, but I want you to find it under similar circumstances that I did. Take care of Yggdrasil, it will take care of you. Now, I'm off to disappear. I'm sure the Foundation will look for me but I doubt they'll find a trace. There's a cave off in Gotska Sandön that is calling my name. 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SCP-6466 | neutralized | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes body horror, mutilation, extensive body modification, and kidnapping. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 6466 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo A photograph of the carcass of SCP-6466. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6466 is to be temporarily stored at a temperature of 2-4 degrees Celsius in a secure mortuary cabinet at Site-55 as it awaits transfer for permanent containment to a negative temperature cabinet in Site-19. In addition, search teams are to be sent out in the vicinity of SCP-6466's discovery site in order to investigate its origins as well as similar instances to it. Deer described to be possessing human eyes are to be of particular note during this search. Description: SCP-6466 refers to a cervine1 carcass stored within the morgue of Site-55. From its external characteristics, SCP-6466 has been measured to be 120 cm tall and 190 cm long2. Furthermore, SCP-6466 has been found to possess abnormalities amounting to: No evidence of a tail A lack of antlers, despite the carcass having belonged to a male Evidence of the presence of digits in both the forefeet and hindfeet, with thread being found between each of the aforementioned digits. Twisted forelegs and hindlegs Improperly shaped ears A lack of fur on the legs and feet, with the fur on the face and body being sewn onto the carcass before death. A head that is larger than normal for a deer Human eyes Based on the patterns of the abnormalities, they are currently thought to have been a result of post-natal alterations, and not inborn conditions. Further tests on the corpse of SCP-6466 have yielded fully human DNA. The implications of these findings are currently unknown. Operation Log: After the discovery of SCP-6466, a full search operation was conducted by Foundation agents around the vicinity of the carcass’ discovery site, in an attempt to ascertain its origin. After a location of interest situated in a small cave was found 2 kilometers from the discovery site of SCP-6466, three members of MTF Chi-2 (“Lumberjacks”) were sent to the area to investigate. Foreword: Prior to the operation, members of MTF Chi-2 arrived at the scene at 8:02 PM, on 2/17/2002. Due to the inaccessibility of the location from the local roads, the mobile task force commenced the operation at 9:23 PM after traveling to the location on foot. The following log was extracted from team leader Carl Janus’ suit camera after the operation. <Begin Log> [The camera footage begins with team leader Janus sighting the location of interest. He moves his hand up from his assault rifle to signal his subordinates to stop. A dense forest surrounds the cave in which the location of interest is situated, with the constant drone of the local insects being present in the recording as background noise. The night vision capabilities of the camera illuminates the operatives’ surroundings, revealing the dense undergrowth. Fallen leaves cover the ground.] Janus: “Coming up on the location now. Commencing silence, HQ.” HQ: “Received. Continue, team leader.” [Janus begins to move slowly forward. The soft sounds of leaves crunching beneath the operatives’ boots are heard in the recording. Janus aims his rifle forward in a ready position. His subordinates are heard moving quietly behind him.] [Janus moves to the mouth of the cave, which lacks any plant growth. As he moves forward, he sees a small set of stairs leading downwards. The camera’s night vision capabilities are unable to illuminate the bottom of the stairs.] [Janus slowly descends the stairs, reaching the bottom after a few seconds. His subordinates follow suit. As he reaches the bottom, Janus turns around and signs to one of his operatives to stay behind to secure the rear. The operative, Michael de Rune, follows his command. Janus and his other operative, Edward Park, continue deeper into the cave.] [After one minute of walking, the cave's corridor ends, terminating in a large doorway. The door which used to secure the doorway has been broken open by a presumed internal force, and is barely connected to it by its one remaining hinge. As Janus leans over to inspect the broken door, it can be seen that there is a large dent in the door’s metal exterior. After a few seconds, Janus looks up to move past the doorway.] [The doorway leads into a large interior chamber. Though the camera is unable to see into the other side of the chamber, a large table can be seen protruding from the darkness. A switch can be seen on the wall next to Janus. As Park moves into the chamber beside Janus, he gestures to the switch. Janus shakes his head, before gesturing to the opposite end of the chamber. Park nods.] [Janus moves to position himself to the chamber’s left side, with Park moving to position himself on the right. Over the next thirty seconds, both operatives scan the room for any hostile persons, passing a variety of different implements and machines that are only seen in passing, with rusted steel separators segmenting each set of machines. To Janus’ left, where the table is, multiple chairs can be seen in upturned positions, with three being completely broken. Several bottles of beer, most only partially emptied, lay spilled on the ground under the table. A large blood splatter can be seen under the broken chairs, with multiple blood trails leading forward, deeper into the chamber. Janus continues in the direction of the trail.] [At the very end of the chamber, Janus notices another broken door lying on the ground beside a wide-open double doorway, with the blood trails leading into the room. As Park clears the other side of the room, Janus gestures to him, and then to the doorway. Park nods, moving beside Janus.] [As Park does so, Janus enters the room first, his assault rifle held in front of him. The room’s ceiling is far lower than the other chamber, measuring approximately 2 meters in height, though its marked length disallows the camera from illuminating the entirety of the room. To Janus’ left, three fresh corpses have been placed in zoo cages, with each one showing signs of trauma and mutilation. Each corpse is seen to have suffered bites on many parts of their body, though the patterns of the bites do not seem to have come from an animal. Park is seen wincing as he sees the corpses.] [As Janus looks away, more cages can be seen to his right, with each having been pushed open rather than broken open. The interiors of the cages are covered in hay, though the hay does not look to have been changed in a long time. Feces, presumed to be human, coats the surface of the hay. As Janus moves past the initial cages, he counts 26 in all. Only the first cage, closest to the doorway, seems to be closed. Seeing no other rooms to clear, Janus lets out an audible sigh.] Janus: “HQ, interior’s clear. No bogeys.” HQ: “Confirmed, team leader. What’s your status, Operative de Rune?” de Rune (over the radio): “Nothing except insects and some of the local wildlife wandering around. I’ll keep an eye out.” [Janus sighs.] Janus: “Well, thank God. Wasn’t hoping to die today.” [Park offhandedly smirks at Janus’ remark, before gesturing to the direction of the corpses.] Park: “What do you think their story was?” [Janus lifts his head to look at Park.] Janus: “I don’t know, but it seems like they were dragged in here. Maybe… mutilated in here, too? Those wounds look like they were done postmortem.” [Park moves to inspect the corpses within the cages.] Park: “Put into the cages. Some kind of revenge?” [Janus shrugs.] Janus: “We don’t know.” [Janus looks in the direction of the switch seen earlier before completely walking out of the small room. He walks into the large chamber, moving past the table and the separators seen earlier to turn the switch on.] [At once, the chamber is quickly lit up by overhanging industrial light fixtures, which turn on in quick succession from the direction of the switch and forward into the chamber. The night vision of the camera automatically turns off.] [Janus looks to his left, towards the array of machines seen earlier.] Janus: “Jesus Christ.” [As Janus moves closer, the shape of the machines, as well as their use, becomes apparent. On the section closest to the camera, multiple identical machines can be seen, with each being rusted and old. The machines are separated into two pieces, with a knob adjusting the position of the upper piece in relation to the lower piece. The upper piece can be seen to have two tapered ends which can be inferred to contain and restrain arms, with added shackles on each of the tapered ends supporting this conclusion. The words “1: BENDING STATION” are written in red paint on a similarly rusted sign placed on the wall above the machines. A large bucket has been placed on the rear end of each one. There is evidence of fecal matter on one of the buckets close to Janus.] de Rune (over the radio): “Sir?” [Janus does not answer, instead moving past the separators denoting the end of the “Bending Station” into the section past it.] [The words “2: SNOUT MAKING STATION” are seen above the section, which contains four identical tables with four holes under them. Though one end of the tables are bare, the other end possess a contraption composed of many adjustable rings, with each ring having a knob placed under it. The initial ring seems to be made to accommodate a human head, with each succeeding ring becoming smaller and smaller.] [Janus moves past the section again, moving into the final section. The words “3: MISCELLANEOUS” are seen hanging on a sign above the section, which is by far the largest out of all three. Multiple racks leaning on the wall contain a variety of instruments, including hammers, whips, files, needles, black paint, and sledgehammers, as well as specially made instruments that can be concluded as being used for elongating specific body parts, such as feet and ears.] [On the adjacent side, a series of racks have been dedicated to housing large pelts, with straps fastened to each side. On the right hand side, a series of enclosures have been erected, each with posts that have leads tied to them. The enclosures, like the cages, have been covered in hay, which is in turn smeared with a mixture of feces and blood.] [Above all three stations, a sign has been hung, containing text written once again in red paint. It reads: “YOU WATCH SO THAT WE CAN DO.” Two identical charts displaying Morse code have been hung on either side of the sign.] [Janus remains frozen as he looks at the scene in front of him. He is heard dry heaving.] [Out of the corner of the camera’s vision, Park emerges from the cage room and slowly walks towards Janus. His eyes are also fixed at the scene.] [The pair of operatives remain silent for twenty seconds.] Park (horrified): “Sir… what the hell have they been doing here?” de Rune (over the radio): “Sir? What’s going on?” [Janus remains silent.] Park: “Sir?” [Suddenly, a loud scream is heard over the radio, echoing into the chamber. It did not originate from any of the operatives. Janus’ head immediately moves in the direction of the noise. He moves to speak into his mouthpiece.] Janus: “De Rune… I need a status report. Now.” de Rune (over the radio): “I see… deer, Sir. Two dozen of them. They’re all coming out of the trees.” [Janus begins to immediately run out of the chamber, holding his assault rifle in both hands. Park is heard following suit.] [As Janus runs down the hallway, a rhythmic tapping is heard over the radio. It gets louder as Janus moves to the end of the hallway, emerging into the small clearing surrounding the cave. All around the camera, a herd of 25 deer-like entities can be seen surrounding the cave, all of varying sizes. Though most of the tanned deer hide remains fastened around the entities’ abdomens, successfully mimicking the appearance of a deer, the heads of the SCP-6466 instances are shown to be completely bare of any fur. Their ears have been stretched high above their heads, permanently facing forward. Most have snouts that are imperfectly shaped, often with circular ring-like indentations around them. Notably, the smallest instances have faces that are completely human. Lastly, each instance possesses perfectly human eyes, unmarked by the alterations made to each instance.] [One begins to shout again, and though it is unable to coherently form words of speech, its voice is that of a teenage girl. As it shouts, it rhythmically taps the ground again, which is repeated by the other instances.] Janus: “Eyes forward, guns at the ready, now!” [At Janus’ command, all three members of MTF Chi-2 form a cohesive line, with Janus at the center and de Rune and Park on the left and right, respectively. All three then kneel in sync, their assault rifles held in front of them.] [At this, all of the SCP-6466 instances begin to shout louder in alarm, rhythmically tapping the ground furiously. The synchronized rhythm as established earlier dissolves into chaos, with each instance establishing a different rhythm from all the others. The smaller SCP-6466 instances begin to run behind larger SCP-6466 instances, which move back protectively. Unlike their adult counterparts, the smaller SCP-6466 instances move in a staggering manner.] Park: “Sir, your order?!” Janus: “Hold! Wait for them to make the first move.” [Eventually, the volume of the SCP-6466 instances begin to decrease, but the tapping persists. Through the camera, it remains loud.] [As the SCP-6466 instances continue to tap, the earlier instance which seemed to lead its fellow entities moves forward from the herd, lowering its head as it does so. Its human eyes remain intently fixed on the operatives.] [With the instance moving forward, several of the other SCP-6466 instances begin to shout in protest, before being silenced by an even louder shout by the leading instance. Right after it shouts, it makes several quick taps, which cause much of the herd to shrink back.] de Rune: “They’re… they’re communicating.” Park: “Morse code?” [Janus stays silent, looking intently at the other instances.] Janus: “Yeah, I think so. De Rune, can you translate?” [Out of the corner of the camera’s vision, de Rune’s eyes widen as he looks at Janus, before nodding.] de Rune: “Yeah. I can try.” [As if it understood the operatives’ speech, the leading SCP-6466 instance slowly begins to tap its hooves.] de Rune: “S… T… O… P… wait, S-T-O-P. ‘STOP.’” [Janus looks at de Rune, before looking back at the leader.] Janus [slowly]: “Do… you… understand… us?” [The SCP-6466 instance quickly taps a response.] de Rune: “Y-E-S. Yes.” [Janus slowly nods.] Janus: “Okay. Then this should be easier.” [He clears his throat.] Janus: “We aren’t part of the people who did this to you. We… just want to know what’s happening here.” [The SCP-6466 instance turns its head to regard its fellow entities, before bowing its head quickly. It turns back to the operatives and taps out another response.] de Rune: “T-E-L-L… Tell… U-S… W-H… Tell us why you're here.” Janus: “They abused you, didn’t they? Turned you into… this?” [The SCP-6466 instance nods. It taps to respond.] de Rune: “We were all kid… napped at… different times. Made into… W-A-T-C-H-E-R-S. Watchers.” [The SCP-6466 instance continues to tap.] de Rune: “Please help us. The old man… G-O-T… got himself killed to give us a chance. Soon, they… W-I… they will come back and kill us. We aren't the O-N… only ones like this. They are powerful. Everywhere. Help us.” [The SCP-6466 instance vocalizes again, its tone desperate. It bows its head, then taps again.] de Rune: “…please.” [A silence persists for thirty seconds.] [All 25 SCP-6466 instances watch the operatives intently.] [Janus is seen hesitating. His grip on his assault rifle is shaking.] Janus: “I…” [The SCP-6466 instance taps again. It takes one step closer. Park and de Rune look expectantly at Janus, who remains frozen.] de Rune: “Uh… It’s saying…” [The SCP-6466 instance continues to tap, taking another step closer to Janus.] de Rune: “W… E… D… ‘We disgust you, don’t we?’” [The SCP-6466 instance takes another step. Only 3 meters separates it from the operatives. Park keeps his firearm pointed at the instance, but is also hesitant to fire.] Park (to Janus): “S-sir?” [Janus makes no response. His suit camera remains fixed on the SCP-6466 instance. Park tightens his grip on his assault rifle and begins to shout.] Park: “Step away. Now!” [The SCP-6466 instance makes no indication that it has heard Park. It continues to step closer. Janus remains frozen. The instance taps on the ground again.] de Rune: “‘I was taken when I was only five years old. Many were younger. The pain… I cried for my parents. M… Y… My friends. I stayed bent there for years. All while my back broke and my hips cracked.” [The SCP-6466 instance moves another step closer. Its human eyes remain fixed on Janus. Janus’ heavy breathing is heard over the camera. The instance continues to tap.] de Rune: “Then… T-H… they twisted my arm. Broke my hands, and then… P-U-L-L… pulled my fingers the other way and sewed them together so that the nails would grow into hooves." [de Rune’s tone becomes more and more horrified as he translates. His jaw is seen quivering. The SCP-6466 instance is now only approximately .5 meters away from Janus. Park’s eyes are wide, but he still keeps his assault rifle trained on the instance.] de Rune: “T… H… The old man was the only… O-N-E… one that cared for me. He got their attention, enough for U-S, us to escape. To fight back. To K-I… kill them.” [The SCP-6466 instance takes a final step forward, nearly touching the suit camera with its snout. Up close, it can be discerned that, despite the alterations made to its body, its nose remains intactly human, and is only painted black in order to give the impression of a deer’s snout.] de Rune: “After… T-H-A-T… that… do you know what it is like to eat grass, knowing that it can never F-E-E-D… feed you? To never be able to stand upright, or H-O-L-D… hold something again.” [The instance’s eyes remained transfixed on Janus. From this up-close perspective, the instance’s blue irises can be seen. Conversely, unlike the eyes of a deer, the instance’s eyes remain front-facing, though it can be seen that multiple attempts have been made to flatten it against its skull.] de Rune: “You start to… B-E-L… believe that you are this. A-N-D-O-N-L-Y… and only this. And will only ever be this.” [The instance remains in its place, still staring down at Janus. It continues to slowly tap.] de Rune: “The deer around here know that we are not one of them. We… S-M… smell too different. We can only ever stay with our own.” [Its tapping begins to slow.] de Rune: “Y-O… You see… W-E… we are not animal, but we are not human, either.” [At once, the instance closes the remaining distance between it and Janus, bringing its snout in contact with the bottom of his suit camera. Its eyes meet Janus’.] de Rune: “N-O… Now let me say… this… again.” [The instance taps its next message out slowly.] de Rune: “Do… we… still… disgust… you?” [A silence persists for several tense seconds. The eyes of all three operatives are transfixed on the instance. From the up-close perspective of Janus’ suit camera, the instance’s left eye begins to tear up.] [It vocalizes. Its tone is mournful and pleading. Unlike before, it attempts to speak.] SCP-6466-2: "Helllllp usss…" [It is heard audibly breathing in. Its voice is raspy as it once again attempts to speak.] SCP-6466-2: "Pleaaaseee." [A long silence follows. All three members of the MTF stare at SCP-6466-2.] [After several seconds, Janus speaks.] Janus: "H… HQ, requesting clearance to begin containment operations?" [HQ does not respond for twenty seconds.] Janus: "HQ? Can you hear me, over?" [The silence persists for several more seconds. Eventually, the radio begins to crackle. HQ responds.] HQ: "Negative, team leader. You are ordered to report for extraction. We're done here." [Janus glances at Park and de Rune's faces. Both possess expressions of shock. Janus is noted to be avoiding the gaze of SCP-6466-2.] Janus: "Just for confirmation, HQ… we're not going to help them?" [HQ does not respond for five seconds.] [The radio crackles again.] HQ: "Negative. Report for extraction post-haste." [Another six seconds of silence persist. Janus looks up at SCP-6466-2, which looks back at the operative.] [Janus exhales. The camera is shaking slightly.] Janus: "I'm sorry, but…" [Janus exhales again. The camera's shaking increases.] Janus: "We can't…" de Rune (resigned): "We can't help you." Janus: "It's out of… out of our hands. We need to go." [SCP-6466-2 bows its head. The corners of its mouth on opposite sides of its face move up to express a smile of resignation. It exhales, and then taps on the ground.] de Rune: "I… S-E-E. I see. They have you too." [SCP-6466-2 begins to slowly back away from the MTF operatives.] Park: “We don’t really say this, but…” [SCP-6466-2 continues to take incremental steps backward. The rest of its herd watches it move towards them in silence.] Janus: “We’re… we're really sorry that we can’t help you.” [SCP-6466-2 pauses.] [It stays in its current position for eight seconds. It begins to lift its hoof to tap on the ground.] [It keeps its hoof suspended in the air for another three seconds, before gently putting it back down on the ground.] [SCP-6466-2 turns around and walks into the forest. It is soon out of sight.] [The rest of the herd follows suit. After several seconds, all instances of SCP-6466 are no longer able to be seen.] <End Log> Afterword: Shortly after, all three members of MTF Chi-2 were extracted from the scene. Further action was recommended by the MTF, with team leader Janus prescribing containment for all 25 SCP-6466 instances. Alternative actions such as the referral of the situation to the Unusual Incidents Unit, Wilson's Wildlife Solutions, or local law enforcement agencies are also being considered. Further action is pending. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:We'll take this from here. To: O5-12 From: YOUWATCHSOTHATWECANDO Subject: We'll take this from here. We are disappointed that you were not able to recognize this for what it was, seeing as it benefits you as well. Keep this on the down-low. No more of this talk about delegating this to the Feds. We'll do the rest. + Update: 2002/2/30 - Displayed Update: 2002/2/30: Further action has been suspended. Due to recent events regarding all currently discovered instances, SCP-6466 has been reclassified as neutralized. Footnotes 1. Deerlike 2. This size is considered to be an abnormal proportion for deer located within the local area. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6466" by Ecronak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6466. Licensed under CC-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-6467 | archon | A Dungeons & Dragons game in progress, a common vector for SCP-6467. Item #: SCP-6467 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the harmless nature of SCP-6467, it has been decided to permit it to remain uncontained. Foundation staff are encouraged to host game nights where tabletop roleplaying games are the focus in order to further the study of SCP-6467. Copies of popular tabletop roleplaying game rulebooks and campaigns have been placed in every Foundation Site's recreational room for ease of access by personnel. Footage of personnel playing tabletop roleplaying games is to be reviewed by the SCP-6467 team for possible signs of SCP-6467 affliction. Description: SCP-6467 refers to a phenomenon affecting players of tabletop roleplaying games where players will inevitably encounter an NPC1 of minimal importance to the plot or overall narrative of the game. Players will become fixated upon said character, often to the point of derailing the aforementioned narrative to focus on said NPC. SCP-6467 most frequently occurs in fantasy settings such as Dungeons & Dragons, Blackmoor, and Pathfinder, though it has also been observed to manifest in other genre settings such as Call of Cthulhu, Kids on Bikes, and Dark Heresy. Players under the effects of SCP-6467 will typically become highly interested in asking the target NPC questions about their backstory, beliefs, and opinions on inane and irrelevant topics. This will inevitably result in frustration from the Game Master,2 which will typically be met with casual dismissal by the players. In 68% of recorded test cases, players affected by SCP-6467 will attempt to bring the NPC they are fixated upon with them on their adventure, regardless of whether or not the NPC possesses any combat abilities. In the event of a successful attempt, the NPC will remain with players until one of three scenarios has occurred: In 51% of recorded test cases, players will continue to explore the NPC’s personal backstory and ambitions throughout game sessions, and attempt to aid them where possible. Once these goals have been fulfilled, the Game Master is able to remove the NPC from the adventure and resume the game’s original narrative without player complaint. In 17% of recorded test cases, the Game Master will successfully kill or remove the NPC before their aforementioned aims can be completed. All recorded cases that have gone beyond this point have resulted in the premature conclusion of the adventure and deterioration in relations between SCP-6467 affected players and the Game Master outside of the game. In 32% of recorded test cases, the game will simply fall apart prematurely due to players' time commitments being required elsewhere, disagreements between the Game Master and Players, or other exterior issues. Notably, attempts to force SCP-6467 to manifest in a controlled environment have failed. This includes instructing Game Masters to attempt to create multiple characters with traits favorable to an SCP-6467 instance.3 Addendum 6467.1: Attached Example Log Attached below are selected examples of an instance of SCP-6467 affecting Foundation personnel at Site-55 during their weekly Dungeons & Dragons games. View SCP-6467 Log-1221 Close log CCTV Log 1 Location: Site-55 Rec Room Date: 07/10/2023 Present: Dr. Jay Everwood, Researcher Rex Alces, Researcher May Waters, Researcher Chidi Gueye [All four staff are seated in the centre of the room around a small wooden table. A shakily drawn map of some fantastical location covers most of the surface, with assorted miniature figurines scattered across it. Everwood is seated at the head of the table, separated from the others by a thin shoulder-height screen. ] Everwood: As the three of you begin rising to your feet, the Gateway closing behind you, you find yourselves in an unfamiliar forest. A silver fog gently weaves amongst the trees, and you can hear the bubbling of a creek nearby. The forest looks to be empty; there’s no obvious signs of trespassers. In fact, from the gargantuan size of the trees surrounding you and the dense undergrowth, you doubt anyone’s been here in a while. What’s your move? May: Duke Assinsil— Everwood: Asinesill. May: —hired us for the surveyor job. I’m thinking we just split up and get surveying. Rex: Fantastic idea. Split up in a completely unknown location with limited visibility; there’s no way that could ever go wrong again. Rex turns to stare at Chidi. Chidi: Hey! I only did what Clod would’ve done. The dude’s got an INT4 score of 9, he’s not doing much high-brow thinking. Rex: Or much thinking at all. Chidi: Rude. Anyways, I’m with May here. The forest is perfectly safe, and finishing the Assinsil— Everwood: Asinesill. Chidi: —job is our top priority. We need the gold after that whole dungeon incident that we were ALL responsible for. Just shout if you’re in trouble. May: Will do. Rex: Fine. Everwood: You each split up and begin to work your way through the forest. They roll a small twenty sided die. Everwood: As you’re doing this, uh, Chidi, the foliage begins to thin, and you find yourself in a small clearing. The remains of a campsite are strewn across it: torn canvas, ruptured wood, and strange red chunks. In the centre of all this chaos is a twisted, malformed goblin. It smiles up at your approach, scarlet-stained teeth gleaming as— Chidi: What’s its name? Everwood: What? Chidi: You know, its name? Nombre? How am I meant to talk to it if I don’t know its name? Everwood: I-fine. Its name is, um, Boblin. May: Boblin? Everwood: You three split up, this is just between Chidi's character and the goblin. Rex: You mean Boblin. Everwood: Whatever. Chidi: I ask him how he's doing. Everwood: …You ask the goblin with gnarled, blood-stained teeth what it's doing in the ransacked campground? Chidi: Yes. Everwood: The goblin merely grins as you approach, drawing from its waist a short, curved blade, which it flourishes with deadly skill. Chidi: So he doesn't answer? Come on. I'm trying to initiate a conversation here. Can I roll Persuasion to see if it will talk to me? Everwood: This goblin— Rex: Boblin. Everwood: …right. Anyway, he doesn't seem much interested in speaking. He lunges toward you, ready to draw blood! Roll for initiative, Chidi. Chidi: Oh come on! This doesn't have to turn hostile! I feel like you're railroading us into com— Rex: Just cast Hold Person and call me and May over. May: Good thinking! Chidi and Everwood both roll twenty-sided die on the table. Everwood: The goblin— May: Boblin! Everwood: Ugh. Boblin has rolled abysmally low for initiative. Did you beat a five, Chidi? Chidi raises his fist in the air. Chidi: Thirteen! Woo, I move first! I cast Hold Person on Boblin. Everwood: Don't get too excited, he can still make the Will save. Everwood rolls a twenty-sided die. They sigh. Everwood: It looks like the die are in your favor tonight, guys. Chidi: Excellent! I call May and Rex over! May: I come running! Rex: Me too! Everwood: Don't you two want to have your own scenes investigating the forest? Rex: Nah, I think Boblin is the more important find. Everwood: If you say so… Anyway, you two quickly come upon Chidi and Boblin frozen in place. We're all going to take turns speaking here as if it were combat because Hold Person works in rounds, so please roll initiative now. Also, we'll say you spent this round's turn coming up to Chidi and Boblin. Rex and May roll a twenty-sided die each. Rex: Twenty. May: Twelve. Everwood: Alright. Rex, you go first now. You can ask Boblin one question per turn. Rex: Only one? Come on! Everwood: Remember, each turn is approximately six seconds. Rex: Fine. I ask him what his favorite colour is. May laughs and Chidi smiles. Everwood stares over at Rex. Everwood: A-are you serious? Rex: I want to know his favorite colour. Everwood: Fine. Everwood rolls a six-sided die. Everwood: His favorite colour is green. Rex: Is that because he is green or does he just like the colour? Everwood: One question per turn. Chidi, you're next. Chidi: I ask him that. Everwood: What? Chidi: I ask him if he likes green because he's green or because he likes the colour. There is a brief silence. Everwood: He likes it because he likes the colour of plants. May: Me next! I ask him what his favorite plant is. Everwood: Are you guys serious? You have a hostile enemy right in front of you and you've all just spent your entire round asking pointless questions. I've been humoring it but… come on, you three. For crying out loud. May: I'm sorry, I thought this was a roleplaying game. I'm just doing what my character would do. Everwood: Since when does Lady Philomena have an obsession with nasty goblins? May: Since always! I just never brought it up because it wasn't relevant until now. So tell me, what is his favorite plant? Everwood: He likes sunflowers. Sunflowers are his favorite. Rex: Ooh, I can cast Druidcraft and create a sunflower for him! May: Yeah, do that! Chidi: Great idea, Rex. Maybe we can convince him to join us if we give it to him. Everwood sighs, clearly exasperated. Everwood: Not so fast. His turn is now, and he's going to try and free himself of Hold Person. They roll a twenty-sided die. Rex, Chidi, and May all cheer. Rex, Chidi, and May: Nat one!5 Everwood: He fails. Go ahead, Rex. It's your turn. Rex: I cast Druidcraft and create a sunflower in full bloom for him. How does he react? Everwood: He can't really move, he's being held by Hold Person. May: But you let him talk before! Why can't he react to the sunflower? Everwood: Ugh. Fine. He is delighted at the sight of his favorite flower. However, if you want anything beyond that you're going to have to release him from Hold Person, Chidi. Chidi: I do that then. It's my turn now, right? Everwood: Do you take any other action? Remember, dropping concentration is a free action. Chidi: Why would I? I don't want to attack him. Everwood: You could take his sword away just in case. You could prepare a spell should he become hostile. You could take a few steps back away from him to safety. The possibilities are endless, really. Chidi: No, I just want to see him happy with his sunflower. Everwood takes a deep breath. They exhale sharply and glance over their notes for a moment before suddenly perking up. Everwood: Okay, sure. As you hand the sunflower to the goblin, and guys, I swear if you interrupt me one more time I will cut you, he happily reaches out and accepts it. He takes a deep whiff, his nasty nose poking deep into the disk florets before turning to you all and smiling the most twisted smile possible. He then speaks up; saying "Did Asinesill send you here?" What do you do? May: Ass-who? END LOG View SCP-6467 Log-1225 Close log CCTV Log 2 Location: Site 55 Rec Room Date: 15/01/2024 Present: Dr. Jay Everwood, Researcher Rex Alces, Researcher May Waters, Researcher Chidi Gueye Everwood: Walking into the tavern, the three of you instantly spot your informant sitting towards the back, carrying what looks to be a small set of scrolls. He raises an eyebrow inquisitively as you approach. “You got the, uh, ‘reward’?” May: Can I get Boblin to pass him the ring? Everwood: …Sure. The man looks on with barely hidden disgust as Boblin’s diseased, deformed fingers pass the softly glowing ring to him, streaks of some unidentifiable brown matter smeared across it. Chidi lets out a small cheer. Chidi: Two weeks ago the whole thing would’ve been stained! May: They grow up so fast. Everwood: The informant has the same look I do now plastered on his face. He slides the scrolls across the table and continues to stare down Boblin. What’s your move? Rex: I open the scrolls and check that they’re legitimate. Everwood: Roll Investigation. Rex rolls a twenty-sided die across the table. He smiles. Rex: Fifteen. Plus four, that’s nineteen. Everwood: As far as you can tell the documents are completely legit. They detail the Duke’s— Rex: Hold on! I didn’t want to read it, just check that it wasn’t a forgery. I’m passing it to Boblin. Everwood turns to stare at Rex. Everwood: Really? You do know he’s barely literate, right? You taught him his ABCs, not how to decode walls of legal text. Rex: Yeah, but Thalen used to be a scholar. Surely that makes his teaching more efficient? Both Chidi and May nod in agreement. Chidi: Those reading glasses Clod bought for him back in Riverns should help too. May: And since Lady Philomena has an ‘obsession’ with goblins, she’d know how to help Thalen maximise Boblin’s learning. Everwood sighs and rubs their temples. Everwood: You know what? Your dedication to getting the little guy this far is, while completely insane, admirable in a way. I’ll let you roll this time to make Boblin read the documents — with disadvantage. Rex rolls two twenty-sided dice. May, Chidi, and him all cheer as Everwood groans. Rex, Chidi, and May: DOUBLE TWENTIES! Everwood: ….Wow. You should pick up gambling at this rate. Fine, Boblin reads through the document like no goblin ever has. He makes an art form of reading this thing — he turns it into a damn show. He’s reading so hard the entire tavern has stopped and turned to watch him, slack-jawed and staring in awe. Two centuries from now they’re going to be running university lectures on how to read even a tenth as skillfully as Boblin is right now. Rex, Chidi, and May are still cheering. May: Lady Philomena is the happiest she’s ever been. Rex: Same with Thalen, this is the best student he’s had. Chidi: Clod understands none of Boblin’s words. But, you know, I’m sure he’s proud of him anyways. Everwood: As his great reading comes to an end, Boblin turns to Thalen. He speaks up in his usual sickly tone. “Says right ‘ere, Duke Asinesill is usin’ the donkey trading business as a front. All that gold is being funneled into those excavations I told you about.” Chidi: Those caves you showed us under the forest? Everwood: Boblin nods, continuing to speak. “Yeah, those ones. Looks like they got some sorta sacrificial situation too; lots of workers going in, not a lot going out.” He places the scrolls down and goes back to his usual hobby of playing with the balls of dirt forming underneath his fingernails. May Can I give Boblin a hug for his hard work? Everwood: I mean, you can, but judging from the weeping sores, layers of muck, and general discolouration across his skin he’s definitely got at least one disease. Probably leprosy. May: I can wear gloves, then there’s no chance of infection! Everwood: It’s, uh, magic leprosy. Anyways, seeing Boblin has finished reading and resumed Boblin-like activities, your informant leans in over the table, waiting for a response. Rex and Chidi both nod. Rex: These documents are useful, but I don’t think it’ll be enough. I tell him that Duke Assinsil— Everwood: (sigh) Asinesill. Rex: —is a powerful man. We can’t accuse him without solid, concrete evidence - no offence meant. Everwood: The informant nods in understanding. “I can help us get into the dig sites to search for some better info. Thing is, there are certain… conditions for visitors. Meaning your little ‘buddy’ here can’t come.” He gestures dismissively at Boblin. Rex, May, and Chidi simultaneously burst into protest. May: He’s been with us since— Rex: —prevalence of goblin racism— Chidi: —and if you could see the way he steals— May:—helping him get back his memories— Rex: —great-aunt Greb was a goblin-lover— Chidi: —with a knife too, one time there were these three guys— Everwood takes a deep breath, clearly frustrated, before loudly slapping the table. Rex, Chidi, and May all go silent. Everwood: One at a time! The guy’s going to understand nothing if you all keep speaking over each other. We’ll take turns; May, you’re first. May: I ask him why we can’t bring Boblin. Everwood: He briefly explains the general anti-goblin sentiment and laws in the city. You knew some of this already, but the Duke’s decrees limiting goblin movement is new. Rex: Typical. You think you’ve found a good place to settle down, then before you know it? Goblin racism. Chidi: But what if he didn’t look like a goblin? Everwood: Wait your turn, Chidi. May: No, wait. That’s a good idea, Chidi. Lady Philomena still has her disguise kit, what if I offered to make Boblin look like something else? A halfling? Everwood: Informant’s still not convinced. “He’s still going to cause issues. I mean, look at him right now!” He gestures to Boblin, who’s currently halfway through cutting the purse of the nearest patron too drunk to notice. May: We didn’t teach him that. Chidi: Who’s ‘we’? Rex: …We’ll deal with Chidi’s ‘lessons’ later. Listen, when we first found Boblin he remembered nothing. Not where he came from, not who his family was, not what he was doing in that campground. The only thing he knew were two names: his own, and the Duke’s. May: And his favourite flower! Chidi: Don’t forget about his favourite colour! Rex: Good point, the only four things he knew. We promised him we’d get to the bottom of all this. We can’t just abandon that now. Everwood nods in approval. Everwood: Well said. Give me a straight Persuasion roll. Rex rolls a twenty-sided die across the table. Rex: Twelve, plus two, that’s fourteen. Everwood: Hmm. Alright, the informant spends a few minutes mulling over your words. He eventually seems to come to a decision, and gives you a short, sharp nod, before standing up and strolling out of the tavern. Anything else you guys want to do here? May: I call Boblin over and start working on the halfling disguise. Everwood: Boblin looks down dejectedly at the nearly-cut purse he was working on, before walking back to your table. The disguise is going to take you around half an hour to apply, roll Intelligence. May rolls a twenty-sided die across the table. She winces. May: Seven plus three, ten. Everwood: Ouch; noted. Rex, Chidi — anything you want to do? Chidi: I’m good. Rex: Same here. Everwood: Fast forward, May, you’re finished with the disguise. It’s not your best work. Anyone further than a few metres would be fooled, but it’s harder to miss the peeling skin paint and shoddy prosthetics up close. May: What does Boblin think of it? Everwood: You can see him picking at some of the paint on his arm. He’s muttering to himself under his breath “Where are Boblin’s skin-trophies? Fake skin and flesh - it is not precious. Boblin feels… dull.” Rex: Aww. Can I cast Druidcraft again to create a sunflower for Boblin? Cheer him up? Everwood exhales sharply, and begins to massage their temples. Everwood: Alright, but I swear this better be the last time Rex. He perks up instantly at the sight of the sunflower, and begins chewing on it like usual. The four of you leave the tavern, and find the informant waiting by a nearby signboard. He looks at Boblin, opens his mouth as if to make a comment — then thinks better of it, and begins to walk down the dirt road. May: That means the disguise works, right? Right? Everwood turns to give May an incredulous look. Everwood: No comment. You continue to walk through the city in silence. It’s dark out; this late, most people are either asleep or out drowning their sorrows. Chidi: Can I give Boblin a piggyback ride on our way to the production district? Rex: …Did you forget about the magic leprosy? Chidi: Nah. Clod doesn’t believe in germ theory, he’d go for it anyways. There is a brief pause. Everwood: (sigh) Okay, sure. You pick up the highly infectious, health hazard of a goblin and carry him on your back for the rest of the journey. Happy? Chidi: Very. Everwood: Half an hour later, you all find yourselves hiding near a checkpoint in the road. There are multiple armed guards manning the point: just behind them you can see piles of lumber and steel, equipment left overnight, and dig sites interspersed between them all. Chidi: I put down Boblin and see if there’s any other paths around. Everwood A little north of the checkpoint are a few broken-down structures that seem to have a way through — although the ground looks unstable and is coated with loose debris. Rex: Not gonna work. My guy has terrible stealth, and I’m not taking the group’s prison sentence a second time. May nods in agreement. May: I don’t see why we can’t just ask our guide? Everwood: He’s crouched down further ahead of you, seemingly waiting for something. You can try to get his attention if you’d like? Chidi grins and begins to rub his hands together. Chidi: You know, I think I have a— Rex, May: No! Chidi: You didn’t even let me finish! Rex: We know exactly what you’re going to suggest, we are not doing the Ankle Biter again. May: Do you know how long it took me to get the knife off Boblin? He stabbed Lady Philomena twice! Chidi holds up his hands in appeasement. Chidi: And I’ve learned my lesson from that! Just let me give it to him again; I promise it’ll work properly this time. Everwood looks up from their notes and smiles.. Everwood: About that. May. As your group quietly argues, you hear a commotion from the checkpoint. You can’t make it out clearly, but it looks like a small figure is being questioned by the guards - and now that you think about it, Boblin has been quiet for quite some time… Rex, Chidi, and May look at each other in a panic. Rex: I look for Boblin! May: He was right next to me! I swear, he was right next to me! Everwood: You do not see Boblin beside you, however, you do see that the small figure being questioned by the guards has had a knife confiscated from them. Chidi: His blade! He loves his knife! He's gonna go crazy if he can't get it back! Rex: I run up to the guards and say "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?" Everwood: One of the guards turns to you, holding Boblin's knife, and says "You responsible for this little freak? We caught him trying to pry my coinpurse off my belt." May: I also run up to them and try to calm them down with a Persuasion check. Chidi: I come up and assist. So you have advantage. May rolls two twenty-sided die. May: Okay, highest roll is… uh oh. Five plus three, eight? Everwood: The guards do not appear convinced that you have Boblin under control. Furthermore, one of them lowers his torch a little closer to him and… Everwood rolls a twenty-sided die. They look at Rex, who slaps his forehead. Everwood: Uh oh. Nat twenty. He sees clean through Boblin's disguise and draws his blade! "Goblins! Goblins in the city!" he shouts, as the other guards all draw their blades. What then, do you do, brave adventurers? May: Fuck it, I'm dying for Boblin. Rex: Me too. Chidi: We've come too far with him to die now! We need to escape! Everwood: Or you can just let the guards take him away. Chidi: No! I cast Fear immediately in front of me. May: And I move Boblin out of the way. Rex: And I make a Sleight of Hand check to see if I can take Boblin's knife back. The group erupts into chaos as they all begin speaking over each other and rolling die. Everwood rolls five twenty-sided die, one for each guard present. Everwood: Okay, everyone shut up. Chidi, you first. You succeeded in casting Fear against all of them, they all failed their saves. Chidi: Yes! Everwood: May, you had an action so you got Boblin out in time. And Rex, what did you roll, a seventeen? Rex: Sixteen, actually. Everwood: DC was fifteen, so you made it anyway. You are now all wanted by the city, your informant has abandoned you, and the guards are screaming for help from other guards, which are rapidly approaching. What do you do now, heroes? Chidi: Shit. We're really in for it now. Rex: Wait, didn't you say the ground was unstable here? Everwood: Yes it is. May: Chidi, Fireball it. Chidi: What? May: Fireball the floor. The explosion should knock it loose enough for us to fall into the old mines under the city. That way we can escape and figure out what to do from there. Rex: I was gonna say I can cast Mold Earth but Fireball sounds way cooler. Everwood: The guards are closing in on you guys. Chidi: Can we ask Boblin what he thinks we should do? Everwood rolls their eyes. May: Yeah, what does Boblin think we should do? Everwood: Boblin says he wants to get out of there ASAP and doesn't care how it's done. Rex: Okay, I cast Mold Earth to make the earth beneath us fall away and let us fall into the old mines below. Everwood: Very well. As you all fall, you ponder back on how you all began all that time ago. As mere adventurers seeking to make their name in the world. And now here you are, falling twenty metres underground all to keep a wretched little creature safe. May: I love him… don't speak ill of Boblin, Jay. Rex: He's my good buddy, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him. Everwood: Anyway, you are all rendered unconscious from the fall, only to awaken a short while later. You hear distant shouting, as if— Everwood's phone begins ringing. They pull it out of their lab coat pocket and blink. Everwood: Sorry guys, it's Director Adler. I gotta take this. Looks like I'm gonna have to call session here, too. Sorry. Rex, May, and Chidi groan. Everwood: Sorry guys, but duty calls. You all know how it is. END LOG View SCP-6467 Log-1226 Close log CCTV Log 3 Location: Site 55 Rec Room Date: 25/01/2024 Present: Dr. Jay Everwood, Researcher Rex Alces, Researcher May Waters, Researcher Chidi Gueye Everwood: Alright, so who remembers what we did last time? May: Well, we managed to get into the city with Boblin after taking out that band of mercenaries sent to kill us. Then we met our informant against Duke Assface— Everwood: Asinesill. Come on. May: —yeah, him. Anyway, we met the informant and he told us we needed to get some solid proof before accusing him of anything. And then we tried to bring Boblin deeper into the city, but there is anti-goblin racism. Rex: For shame. Chidi: Disgusting. May: Definitely. There is anti-goblin racism in the city, and as we were talking, Boblin got away from us after we disguised him as a halfling. He tried to steal from a guard, as he is wont to do, seriously, go off little guy, but then they caught him. Chidi spooked them with Fear, I grabbed Boblin, and Rex cast Mold Earth to get us out of there and into the mines below the city. And then Director Adler called you. Chidi: I think I remember something about shouting in the distance. Everwood: Yes! You did hear shouting in the distance, as a matter of fact. It sounds ragged and scratchy, almost Boblin-y. Rex: Oh shit, I immediately check on Boblin. Is he alright? Everwood: Boblin is right beside you, unconscious. May: What a relief. Is he hurt? If he is, I cast Healing Word on him. Everwood grumbles behind the DM screen. They look over to May. Everwood: Really? May: I don't want him to be hurt! Everwood: Fine. You cast Healing Word on Boblin, who springs back up onto his feet, holding his little knife and looking nasty as usual. May cheers and is joined by Chidi and Rex. Rex: I look around the area. What do I see? Everwood: Finally, someone with some sense. It is currently dark, as it was nighttime outside and the hole you made aboveground is still open, with a few torches shining down on you and some very confused guards. Aside from that, there is a faint, flickering light ahead in the tunnel, which is where you recognized the sounds of Boblin-like screeches coming from. What now do you do, adventurers? Chidi: I guess we'll go check out the tunnel. What do you guys think? Rex and May nod in agreement. Chidi: Alright, let's go see what's going on in the tunnel. Everwood: Describe your approach. Chidi: Uh… Normal, I guess? Everwood: So you're not doing anything to conceal your approach? Rex: Oh God here we go. Chidi: Nine INT. So I guess not. Everwood: Very well. So as you approach, you hear the Boblin-like voices become quiet as well as some objects clattering. The tunnel walls slowly widen out, and you find yourselves in this massive underground cavern. It looks to be one of the Duke’s mines; every wall is covered by chained workers chipping away at chunks of ethereal stone. Supervisors walk alongside packs of these workers, periodically pausing to make use of the whips by their side. May: So these are the mines Boblin and the informant told us about… this is horrible. Can I get a closer look at the workers? I want to try and find the source of the Boblin-like noises. Everwood: Peering across at the worker packs, you feel like you recognise them. As though you’ve seen them all before. And as Boblin slowly walks out in front of you, it clicks: every single worker is a goblin. Rex, May, and Chidi all gasp. Rex: This is why we’ve not seen any on the surface, isn’t it? May: It has to be. All those goblins the Duke arrests? They don’t go to jail; they end up right down here. Hell, he probably made the anti-goblin laws to get workers into his mines. Rex: But why goblins? Surely you’d want your miners to be as strong as possible, most I’ve met — not you Boblin — can barely lift a feather. Chidi: Sense of smell? Size? May quickly turns to face Everwood. May: Wait, did you say Boblin was walking forward? They smile. Everwood: Sure did. He’s trudging towards the tunnel exit. If he keeps going, it’s only a matter of time before one of the supervisors notice. Rex: I run to Boblin and grab him before he gets himself — and the rest of us — killed. Chidi: While Clod doesn’t really value his life, I still go and assist Rex. Everwood: Boblin’s resisting as hard as he can. Roll to grapple him with advantage. Rex rolls two twenty-sided dice, Everwood rolls one twenty-sided die. They look at Rex and pause for a moment before nodding. Everwood: Highest is twelve. You guys are going to just barely keep Boblin restrained, but he’s showing no sign of calming down. Rex: I ask him why he’s so determined to rush out? May: Poor guy. Seeing his people like this must be upsetting. Everwood: Boblin looks up at you with uncharacteristic ferocity, Rex. He says “I remember. Boblin hit head on fall, memories like blood from slit throat. Hard to think. Too many.” The last few words are accompanied by a loud grunt, as he attempts to buck both you and Chidi off. May pauses and begins shuffling through her notes. May: You know, did we ever see any goblins before we arrived in the city? Rex: Apart from Boblin? Just this. He makes a gesturing motion. Rex: The mine. May: Seemingly no goblins live outside of the mines. Any who do are arrested near-instantly and brought down here. So how did Boblin get to that campground? And where did he come from? Chidi: Obviously— uh, he must’ve— um, yeah. I’ve got no clue. Rex: Could he have traveled here? Come from some distant-and-not-racist city? May: Then why did he remember the Duke’s name? Why is this place now triggering him? Unless— Rex: Unless he’s from here. There is a brief pause. Rex: I mean, think about it. There’s no other explanation. He had to have been trapped here, escaped, and lost his memory at some point along the way. May: Even if that's true, what do we do now? Boblin’s going to break free from your grasp eventually and walk straight out to his death. We can’t let that happen. Chidi: Who says we can't? Everwood raises an eyebrow. Rex: I think Chidi’s right here. He’s our friend. We came all this way to help him find his memories. If we’re right and this is his home, we can’t stop at this final step. I let go of Boblin. Everwood: Chidi, you’re still holding him down. Do you want to continue or let go as well? Chidi: I let go as well. Everwood: Boblin immediately gets up and continues his shuffling, leaving a trail of filth on the floor behind him. He makes it to the exit; this is your last chance to intervene. Rex: Don't plan to. Instead, I follow Boblin out of the tunnel. Chidi: Me too. Both Rex and Chidi look at May expectantly. She sighs. May: Fuck it, I’m dying for Boblin again. All three of them turn to look at Everwood, who rolls their eyes as they flip through notes. Everwood: For the record, this is the fourth time this campaign that your wretched goblin pal has gotten you in a life-or-death situation. Natural selection usually ensures people know better by their first near-death experience. May: Hey! We love our goblin pal, and this is important to him. Chidi: Exactly! And besides, going through this has been super fun. Rex and May nod in agreement. Rex: I’ve really enjoyed the adventure with Boblin. Leaving it unfinished here would sour the whole thing. May: Sometimes it’s nice to just have a little… whimsy, you know? We’ve had a lot of serious moments in this adventure, but just being silly with Boblin is still my favourite part. He’ll always be our little buddy. There’s a prolonged period of silence as Everwood stares at the notes they’re holding, seemingly deep at thought, before placing them face down on the table. Everwood: The supervisors don’t notice your group walk in immediately; however, some of the closer goblins do. They point at Boblin, mumbling to the goblin next to them, and them to their neighbour, and so on and so forth until the entire mine is filled with the excited whispers of thousands of goblins. Before the supervisors have a chance to realise what’s going on, Boblin steps in the centre of the room and begins to speak— Everwood pauses for a moment. Everwood: …Do any of your characters speak Goblin? Both Rex and Chidi shake their heads, before turning to May. She looks down at the table in shame. May: No. Rex: So let me get this straight. Lady Philomena — the self-proclaimed goblin fanatic — can’t speak their language? May: She’s obsessed with goblins, not what language they use. Everwood: (sigh) You know what? Fine. While you can’t understand it, it seems that Boblin is giving a speech. A good — no, great speech, filled with passion and cutting words. Goblins up and down the cave are being riled up into a frenzy; you can barely hear the words over the din of chains rattling. The closest supervisor — they’ve now all noticed you, by the way — takes only one step before Boblin jumps forward and slits his throat. Rex, May, and Chidi all whoop in joy. Everwood: Suddenly, every goblin that can is attacking their closest supervisors with whatever’s to hand — several of them are using just their hand. The supervisors manage to cut a few down, but can’t help but be swarmed by the sheer number of goblins. Before long, any surviving guards have surrendered and are hogtied nearby. Goblins throughout the cavern are breaking each other’s chains; those who are already free have gathered around Boblin. Rex: Wow. I mean, I taught him some things, sure, but not speeches like that. May: Me neither. He’s a whole goblin revolutionary! I was fully prepared to die, and he just led a revolt to save us like it was nothing. Chidi: I like to think that Clod’s teachings inspired that speech. Rex and May roll their eyes at Chidi. Chidi: (grumbling) Fine. But I know for sure Clod taught him that throat-slitting technique. Everwood: As the three of you bicker, Boblin breaks away from the mass of goblins and walks over. May: Here’s the little man of the hour! Rex: I ask him, “How did you learn to speak like that?” Everwood: He looks up at you, coughs up what looks like a hairball, and responds in Common: “Well, it was simple. Prior to my unfortunate amnesiac episode, I served as a leader of sorts to the rebellion down here. Had to give speeches like this all the time, and with my memory back I could lean on that experience. Honestly, this one was on the easier side — the poor sods would’ve revolted alone given a few more weeks.” Silence. Rex, May, and Chidi stare at Everwood. Silence. Then- Rex, May, and Chidi: WHAT?? Rex: He knew proper Common the whole time?? So I taught him for no reason? May: Ignore that, what happened to his voice? His beautiful, wheezy, scrunkly accent… it’s gone! Chidi: Voices, schmoices. Does he still hold the same opinions on crime? Everwood: He doesn’t say anything, Chidi, just raises his knife and nods solemnly. Chidi pumps his fist in the air. Everwood: To Rex, he explains “Your teachings were important to me, and a great kindness. My previous knowledge erases none of that. And Lady Philomena, while that accent was a product of my health at the time, Boblin can turn it on any time ‘e wants.” May: Oh thank god, I couldn't bear to lose it. Rex: Thank you, Boblin. That means a lot to all of us. Everwood: He points towards the back of the cavern, where you can see a minecart and tracks leading through some dark tunnel. “As far as I know, the only proper way out of here is through there. It leads to the centre of the whole mining operation; which is unfortunately where the Duke spends most of his time.” He looks down at a small chunk of the gems the goblins were mining. “There’s something about these stones, some power that he needs. I’m sorry to say I don’t know what.” Chidi: Alright, no biggie. We go through the tunnel, find the Duke, beat up the Duke, rob the Duke, celebrate. I’m gonna start heading towards the minecart. Everwood: About that. Boblin looks sadly at you, saying “I can’t go.” May: Why not! You’ve killed or incapacitated all the guards here, your goblin pals are all safe— Everwood: He interrupts. “All of my goblin ‘pals’ here. This isn’t the only mine the Duke is running. I have a duty to my people, to free them all as soon as I can. I’ll join you in your fight when I am able, but I cannot come now.” There is a brief pause. Rex: Okay. Everwood raises their eyebrows. Everwood: You took that a lot better than I expected. Chidi shrugs. Chidi: The reasoning is sound, and it’s not like he’s leaving forever. May: Yeah, plus he’s coming back with more goblins! Rex: Yeah! More goblins equal more fun! Everwood: If you say so. So where do you go now, brave heroes? The city is your enemy, and the mines can only afford you safety for so long. [Extraneous non-SCP-6467 related footage redacted.] END LOG View SCP-6467 Log-1235 Close log CCTV Log 4 Location: Site 55 Rec Room Date: 15/05/2024 Present: Dr. Jay Everwood, Researcher Rex Alces, Researcher May Waters, Researcher Chidi Gueye Chidi rolls a twenty-sided die. Chidi: Fifteen! Everwood: And just like that, you're back from death's door! But enemies abound, and Duke Asinesill is still sitting atop his mighty Crystalium-powered machine, unharmed. He looks down at you three with a twisted smile and says, "You thought releasing all my slaves would hinder my plans? Please. I already had all the Crystalium I needed by the time you three idiots came around. And now no one can stop me!" Chidi: If I still had spell slots I would Fireball his stupid face so hard right now. May: It's my turn. I cast Guiding Bolt on the bastard. Rex: What! But I'm down and need healing! May: We can heal you after we take him out. I cast Guiding Bolt! Chidi: Actually, May, I think you should heal him. We don't know if killing Duke Assfuck— Everwood: Asi— you know what? He's enough of a scumface. You've earned it this time. Chidi: —will stop the flow of guards. Everwood: Well, May, what does Lady Philomena do? May: Ugh. Fine. I cast Healing Word at third level on Rex. May rolls four four-sided die. May: You recover twelve health. Rex: Thank you. Everwood: And I believe that's the end of the round. Let me check something. Everwood rolls a twenty-sided die. Everwood: Interesting. Chidi: I don't like the sound of that. May: Uh oh. Rex: Let me guess. Tiamat herself comes down and attacks us. Everwood: Nope! As a matter of fact, you all hear something, like a rumble. Low at first, but quickly increasing in volume. Suddenly, Lady Philomena recognizes it from her goblin obsession phase, or gobaboo era as I like to call it— Rex and Chidi laugh. May folds her arms and rolls her eyes. Everwood: Anyway, you hear it; a goblin war cry! And it's descending upon the ruins of this facility! Before you know it, you can see them, an ocean of green bodies flooding the area and dispatching the guards. And at the very front of this cavalry is none other than Boblin! Chidi, May, and Rex erupt into cheers. May: Oh my God! Boblin! Rex: Fuck yeah, Boblin! Chidi: Boblin my boy! Good to see you again! Everwood: He stops upon noticing you three, and gives you all a smile before continuing his charge. Duke Asinesill is not very impressed by these goblins, however, and he fires a bolt of Crystalium magic from his left arm canon, vaporizing a good number of goblins! May: Is Boblin safe? Everwood: You better believe he is! He is still leading the charge and has begun climbing up the machine's leg and toward the cockpit where Duke Asinesill is in! Chidi: Can we help him? Everwood: Do you all want to climb the machine? Rex, Chidi, May: (In unision) Yes! Everwood: Alright, give me Acrobatics or Athletics checks, your choice! Rex, Chidi, and May roll a twenty-sided die each. Rex: Twenty two! May: Fifteen! Chidi: Five. Ugh. I really should have invested in my physical side. Everwood: I'll let you try again since there are an awful lot of goblins and they're helping each other climb up, so it stands to reason they would help you too. We'll call it advantage. Chidi rolls again. Chidi: Uhh… Sixteen total? Everwood: Very good! You all begin to scale the machine as the Duke continues to try and swipe goblins and yourselves off of his golem. Eventually, Boblin reaches the cockpit and begins stabbing at it with his little knife, causing little fractures to appear. Rex, you are first in the initiative order. What do you do? Rex: I Wild Shape into an ape and climb faster, then begin smashing down on the cockpit! Everwood: Good choice! The glass is nearly broken! Chidi, you're up. Chidi: How close am I to the Duke? Everwood: I would say maybe four and a half metres. Chidi: Can I see him? Everwood: I'm gonna say yes. Chidi: Perfect. I cast Lightning Lure on him. May: That's genius! Why didn't you do that before? Chidi: I couldn't get close enough to him. Everwood: Very good! Let's see if the Duke makes his save. Everwood rolls a twenty-sided die. Everwood: Oof, not so good. So it hits! The Duke is pulled toward you, completely smashing the glass of the cockpit and falling down! Chidi rolls three eight-sided die. Everwood: Damage doesn't matter, he's dead. He had the stat block of a normal civilian. So good job! You killed the Duke! However, one problem remains; the machine he had made for his subjugation purposes is now loudly proclaiming it is going to activate its self-destruct protocol. What now do you do, May? May: Fuck! I don't know, I uh… I ask Boblin? Everwood rolls their eyes but smiles. Everwood: Boblin nods at you. He knows what to do and mouths "Thank you." Boblin then proceeds to jump into the cockpit where Duke Asinesill sat mere moments ago and begins to tear it apart, apparently in search of something. Do you wish to climb up and aid him? May: Of course! It's Boblin, I can't leave him alone like that! Everwood: As you climb up, Boblin looks at you and says "You go. Tell the others to run as fast as they can. I'm going to control the damage as best as I can." May: No! Boblin, let me help you! Everwood: Using all of his strength, the little goblin kicks you out of the cockpit, and you fall down onto Rex and Chidi. Unable to support her sudden weight, the three of you fall down, where the army of goblins is now retreating as fast as their tiny legs can carry them. What now do you do? May: I'm going to climb back up to Boblin! Rex: May, no. He wanted us to live. This is his sacrifice to make. Chidi: Yeah, let him do this. There is silence on the recording. May: Fine. Let's get out of here. Everwood: And so, carried by the current of goblins fleeing the derelict facility where this monstrosity was built, you three noble heroes find yourselves around fifty meters away from the building before it finally explodes. You are exhausted, you are drained, you are emotionally distraught, but you are safe. The goblin army which had helped you not moments before sits leaderless, directionless, and also just as distraught as you three. They may barely speak common, but one of them approaches you, May, and hands you a sunflower, then says, "It was his favorite." May begins weeping, covering her face with her arms. Rex reaches over to comfort her. Rex: It's okay. He doesn't have to lead rebellions or be forced to mine for anyone anymore. Chidi: He's finally free. May: Fuck you for making me care so much about a little goblin! Everwood: What? You're the ones who wouldn't leave me alone about him! Chidi: So none of that was planned? Everwood: I had to go off script ever since the beginning pretty much. Rex: Wow. You're a good improviser. Everwood: Thank you. So who wants to DM the next campaign? Rex, Chidi, and May all begin speaking over each other, listing off excuses. END LOG Attached SCP-6467 Relevant Documentation Hide Documentation Attached below is artwork Researcher May Waters illustrated of her adventuring party and relevant SCP-6467 instance. Footnotes 1. Non-Player Character. 2. In tabletop roleplaying games, the Game Master is a non-player individual who acts as an organizer, officiant for regarding rules, arbitrator, and moderator for players. 3. Traits deemed favorable by SCP-6467's research team include the NPC being described in an unusual fashion, the NPC being a smaller height class than the players, and possessing unique characteristics. 4. INT is an abbreviation for Intelligence, one of the ability score modifiers of Dungeons & Dragons, alongside Strength, Dexterity, Wisdom, Charisma, and Constitution. 5. Nat one is short for natural one; a term which is synonymous with a complete and total failure at most tables. It should be noted that not all Game Masters consider natural ones automatic failures. 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SCP-6468 | safe | close Info X Credit Team 苦力怕殺手(クリーパースレイヤーズ / Creeperslayers) tetsusquared ◈ main author RuRItech does not match any existing user name ◇ Jiu_Huan ◇ ◈ - Main author ◆ - Contributing author ◈ - Non-participant SCP-6468 - pvp potion by dado This article is an entry into the 2022 Department Contest. SCP-6468 2/6468 CLASSIFIED Assigned Site: Site-418-δ Special Containment Procedures As of 2020/06/15, SCP-6468-1 has been removed from Wix servers; a Foundation-run website has been set up at the same URL to track attempts to access the anomaly. All 3,159 SCP-6468 currently owned by the Foundation are to be contained in a Standard Anomalous Item Storage Room in Site-418-δ. The room is to be equipped with trapped chests linked to a tamper-evident mechanism; in addition, the exterior of the room is to be lined with barrier blocks and bedrock, with a command block-based mechanism controlling access to the room. Access to SCP-6468 requires approval from three members of Level 4 or higher personnel, and shall only be granted for testing purposes. Owing to the difficulty of tracking down all extant SCP-6468, an update has been pushed to Minecraft's server software to notify Foundation tracking software whenever an instance of SCP-6468 is loaded, after which Mobile Task Force 辛卯-17 ("Castle of Dreams") will be mobilized to the server in order to retrieve and transfer SCP-6468 to Site-418-δ using a standard item transfer ritual. The Foundation is monitoring for reports of civilians affected by SCP-6468. All affected civilians are to be taken into Foundation custody, force-fed 1 m3 of cow's milk, and released after confirmation that anomalous effects have ceased. Description SCP-6468 in the Minecraft inventory. SCP-6468 is a Minecraft item, appearing to be a yellow potion with the name "pvp potion by dado"1. When a player consumes the potion by holding the right mouse button, an unknown mechanism causes their right index finger to vibrate at a rate of 200 Hz. This effect appears to last indefinitely and appears to be independent of the nervous system; the tip of the finger continues to vibrate even when separated from the body. As such, the effects of SCP-6468 can be remedied by amputating the affected finger at the proximal interphalangeal joint. In addition, testing has shown that physically consuming 1 m3 of cow's milk will reverse the effects of SCP-64682. SCP-6468-1 is a website at the address ███████████.wixsite.com, seemingly associated with the Person of Interest "dado". The website is non-anomalous with the exception of the shop page, which advertises various Minecraft PvP kits3; upon checking out, the buyer is asked for a server URL and a username. When the URL or IP address of a Minecraft server and the username of a player currently online on that server are entered, a player with the username "dadodeliveryman" will log on in front of the player, place a chest or shulker box containing the requested items, and log out after the player has collected the items4. SCP-6468 is the sole anomalous item listed on SCP-6468-1; however, it is suspected that at least one other anomalous item resulted from SCP-6468-1 (see Addendum IV). Addenda ▷ Addendum I: SCP-6468 Store Page ▼ Addendum I: SCP-6468 Store Page pvp potion by dado $19.99 buy now!! do u wish u were better at pvp? now here is wonderful dado product for u: pvp potion by dado better than autoclicker, also completely legal, because with superior dado technology there is no software changes, u will not get ban. ▷ Addendum II: Discovery ▼ Addendum II: Discovery On 2020/06/12, during routine monitoring of the Minecraft multiplayer network "Letters Network"5, MTF-Digamma-26 ("Bedwars Sweats") was alerted to activity relating to a known Person of Interest. At the time, the server was hosting a large-scale Ultra Hardcore6 tournament between 240 players. As Letters Network is a self-concealing anomalous community, further action regarding this particular incident was deemed unnecessary; questioning of the affected player revealed the existence of and Web address of SCP-6468-1. + dadodeliveryman dadodeliveryman: delivery from dado. armor 4 protection and pvp potion shidburg233: this says "pvp potion by dado" in comic sans. are you sure this will make me a pvp god? dadodeliveryman: u trust dado shidburg233: if you say so man. - dadodeliveryman [VIP II] Mayu_Kurenai: Who was that? [PRO] xHallEffect: bruh was that the real dado [VIP II] Mayu_Kurenai: I don't know, probably not shidburg233: WTJF HHHELP [PRO] xHallEffect: well guess we have our answer, what the hell did that do to them lmao PxseidxnsGate was slain by TecnoblodeFan123 using [Enchanted Orphan] [VIP II] Mayu_Kurenai: What happened? shidburg233: MMMMMY FINNNNNNGER WONNNNT STOP TWITCHHHING [PRO] xHallEffect: amazing [PRO] xHallEffect: this is why you dont buy kits from dado [PRO] xHallEffect: shouldnt have tried to cheat in the first place [PRO] xHallEffect: howd he get into the server anyway? [VIP II] Shinpuriinda: it's dado dude, don't question it [PRO] xHallEffect: right amorgous1337 was slain by shidburg233 using [Diamond Sword] shidburg233 was slain by TecnoblodeFan123 using [Enchanted Orphan] ▷ Addendum III: SCP-6468 Experiment Log ▼ Addendum III: SCP-6468 Experiment Log Experiment 6468/1 Procedure: Gunpowder was added to SCP-6468 in a brewing stand. The resulting splash potion was thrown, affecting D-34151, D-34152 and a caged zombie. Result: SCP-6468 became a "splash pvp potion". When the potion landed, both Class D personnel's fingers began vibrating at 200 Hz. The zombie appeared to be unaffected and was terminated successfully. Experiment 6468/2 Procedure: Redstone dust was added to SCP-6468 in a brewing stand.7 D-34153 was instructed to use the potion and then attack D-34154, who was instructed not to touch the keyboard and mouse. Result: SCP-6468 showed no visible change. Upon drinking the potion, D-34153's finger began vibrating at 200 Hz. No further changes were observed. Experiment 6468/3 Procedure: Glowstone dust was added to SCP-6468 in a brewing stand.8 D-34154 was instructed to use the potion and then attack D-34155, who was instructed not to touch the keyboard and mouse. Result: SCP-6468 showed no visible change. Upon drinking the potion, D-34154's finger began vibrating at a rate of 400 Hz rather than the usual 200 Hz. ▷ Addendum IV: Incident 6468/1 ▼ Addendum IV: Incident 6468/1 On 2020/08/14, while retrieving a stockpile of SCP-6468 on the Minecraft server "2b2t" for containment, Minecraft Division operatives, who were using a modified client that could show information on items held by other players, discovered a related item with the in-game name "killaura9 potion by dado" in the possession of a player named "01Bizarre10". Upon engaging "01Bizarre10", the player drank the potion and became unresponsive. Minecraft Division tracking teams dispatched a task force to the suspected real-life location of the player and discovered a 16-year-old male and his mother suffering acute radiation sickness; the 16-year-old was identified as the player "01Bizarre10", and his body was determined to be emitting a constant 10,000 Ci of ionizing radiation. Both subjects were taken into Foundation custody, where they died of radiation sickness. No further instances of "killaura potion by dado" have been found. Footnotes 1. Of note is that this text is invariably in oblique Comic Sans, despite the limitations of the Minecraft text renderer. 2. Consuming the milk bucket item within Minecraft does not reverse the effects of the anomaly. 3. PvP, short for Player versus Player, refers to direct combat between two players. PvP kits typically consist of armor, weapons, food, potions, and utility items such as ender pearls and water buckets. 4. This occurs even on private servers where the player "dadodeliveryman" is not whitelisted. 5. "Letters Network" is owned and operated by Letters Entertainment's SSS Studio, and is the most popular Minecraft server network in the worldwide anomalous community. 6. A game mode where the last player left alive is considered the winner; the primary draw of the game mode is that players' natural health regeneration is disabled. Players typically rely on golden apples to regenerate health. 7. Redstone dust increases the duration of a potion; for instance, a Potion of Swiftness normally lasts for 3 minutes, but when redstone dust is added, it lasts for 8 minutes. 8. Glowstone dust increases the potency of a potion; for instance, a Potion of Healing normally heals 2 hearts (4 HP), but when glowstone dust is added, it heals 4 hearts (8 HP). 9. Thought to refer to "kill aura", a common feature of "hacked" clients that allows the user to automatically attack any enemy players in range, effectively dealing constant unavoidable damage as long as the enemy player is within the user's reach radius. 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SCP-6471 | thaumiel | by Ethagon 3/6471 LEVEL 3/6471 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6471 Thaumiel Foundation Alignment: Neutral/Orthogonal Classification Notice: If the Foundation Alignment of SCP-6471 worsens, SCP-6471 should be reclassified to either Keter, Euclid, or Decommissioned depending on successful Containment. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Operatives are to control the largest guild in SCP-6471 at all times, both in the size of its player base and the controlled territory. At least 40% of this guild is to be controlled from both the internal and the public-facing gaming breakroom of Site-EX with the cover story of "Virtual Reality focused research". The Guild Manager is to provide cover for any Containment Missions that can only be carried out through SCP-6471. The respective Containment Teams are to be instructed in the relevant mechanics of SCP-6471 to carry out their mission. The debug mode of SCP-6471 is only to be activated for Containment Missions or research into SCP-6471. Research into SCP-6471 requires the approval of the Director of Site-118 or in their absence the approval of the Site-120 Director Council. Under no circumstances is SCP-6471 to be played in Esterberg. Description: SCP-6471 is the VRMMORPG1 "A Midsummer Night's Game Online" published by Super Carefree Playing on the 21st June 2004. The Game can only be played with a CAVE system specifically designed for the game.2 The plot revolves around the players being called into the "Connected Realm" by the Twilight Castle to claim rulership for it over the many territories that are "representations from thousands of different worlds". The goal of the game is to claim all territories for the Twilight Castle in exchange for "eternal glory". The game is influenced by the current state of the World Wide Web and vice versa, with most in-game actions that have an effect on the World Wide Web being only possible in the debug mode. It is currently theorized that SCP-6471 is not a video game, but rather another realm accessible only by playing the video game. If this theory is correct, then SCP-6471 should adapt to future hardware as if it was originally released for the new hardware. Discovery: SCP-6471 came to the Foundation's attention because of the game's unusual release decision. The game needing its own dedicated CAVE system makes requiring the game expensive, especially with the general disinterest in Virtual Reality for the last few years. This, together with the Company's SCP initials despite having no apparent connections to the Foundation made an investigation into SCP-6471 necessary. Investigation Logs: The first thing we checked was the gameplay, so it wasn't long until we found our first surprise: The game's magic system is very close to real thaumaturgy. I've double-checked with one of ours and it seems like all spells are constructed with restrictions that make them impossible to cast on earth in this way. Seems like the game was designed with the Veil in mind. Every "territory" in the game seems to mirror more or less one website. Claiming that territory for the Twilight Castle entails placing a "Sun Anchor" in a section of the territory that you usually reach after defeating a boss or completing a minigame. In the game itself, this makes the whole territory a bit brighter and warmer. Outside of the game it apparently results in one part of the corresponding website not being erasable. Again, this seems to have been done with the Veil in mind. We did this for a few websites and it always ends up being something you don't notice is still there if you don't specifically check for it. And if you delete the website, the territory for it becomes unreachable in the game. For the territories themselves, you have things like flying castles made out of magnifying glasses, I'm pretty sure that one corresponds to Yahoo!, a lot of dreamlike forests and markets selling things like "The legacy of a king", "A piece of summer 1540" or "a never broken promise". The Twilight Castle itself is also an interesting case. The whole game is set at night but here there seems to be a sun "behind" the night sky like it's a bulged carpet hanging over the Twilight Castle. It's hanging lower with each claimed territory, but it seems to slow exponentially, so I doubt it will ever reach the castle. Inside the Twilight Castle are NPCs called "Guests" that can steal your username (which doesn't have any consequences outside of that) and they're led by a "First Guest" who we couldn't encounter yet. Other players mentioned this First Guest thanked them for the claimed territories and asked them if they would like to make their stay permanent. I haven't heard of a player who accepted the offer, so I have to assume negative consequences. Based on this I think Fae are involved one way or the other. I've reached out to Site-118 and Site-120 for further comment. There also seems to be a debug mode, but we need to activate it by connecting with a specific Super Carefree Playing server, so I'll have to look into that as well. — Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht I've got a response from both Sites and we seem to be on the right track with the Fae. Randall Owings, the Director of Site-118, says he recalls SCP-6471, but only things that are mentioned to him. He took some mnestics to no effect, but memory and database tampering seems like a given now. He guessed the Fae, he was certain that that's what the guests are, are trying to establish a Court in this "Connected Realm". He could have elaborated, but I'd have to take amnestics after the investigation and I don't take those if I can avoid it. Experience is useless if I can't remember anything to apply it. I'll get information for these courts elsewhere. I don't have access to the debug mode yet, but we're close to getting it. Super Carefree Playing uses similar methods to some Foundation Sites for its authentication. That, the name and the Veil-centered design almost confirm that we're at least dealing with an organization that had former ties to the Foundation. From Site-120 I got the info that there apparently was an "Esterberg Release" of the game and it got in legal trouble. And instead of settling that in a minor court, they choose to appeal to the Supreme Summer Court, the highest court in Esterberg. They had to pay a fine, but otherwise, the release of the game was granted. From what I can tell this seems to be the only special release of SCP-6471. I've sent the Supreme Summer Court a mail and I'll go over what purpose this release might serve with some Site-120 personnel until they respond. — Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht To: SCP Foundation From: Surpreme Summer Court of Esterberg Subject: RE: A Midsummer Night's Game Online: Esterberg Release You are in contact with the Supreme Summer Court of Esterberg. All statements made by you, related parties, and the Court as part of this conversation are objectively true. To the Foundation Operatives this concerns, With the current state of things, I am not at liberty to discuss the content of the trial. You have however no interest in the contents of the trial, so I will instead write about things that actually concern you: Your investigation team has strong suspicions as to what purpose the "Esterberg Release" serves. They are correct. The fine was set higher than usual but is still within the margin our judges are allowed. The higher fine served as a punishment for bending the Court's authority for things not concerning Esterberg. The trial could have been easily avoided and the execution was trivial. Even so, the approval of a Lesser Court would have meant nothing for the accused. I would have refused if the Law did not require me to accept every appeal to the Supreme Summer Court. Now that I have given you this information, I expect your organization to not bother this Court with legal matters not concerning Esterberg. As ever, Supreme Summer Judge Edrisglair My team got more info on what Fae Court we might be dealing with and the "guests" current behaviour plus the focus of "A Midsummer Night's Game Online" makes the Summer Court the most likely. There are quite a few Courts that are dead in a way apparently, but Summer has been completely gone for some time now. It's apparently part of the "Cycle of Seasons" that covers fundamental states of the universe. Summer is focused on Permanence, Existence and the IS in general. If that's the case then the "Esterbergian Release" was solely made to get in slight legal trouble to get overall approval on the game by the Supreme Summer Court. And they needed this approval because the Supreme Summer Court is very likely a distant arm of the Summer Court, but focused on Esterberg. The approval of the game would match a legitimizing of the Court or so the faerie experts tell me. This fits with what the Judge sent us, but it unnerves me a bit that they know this much about the investigation. I'll try to be more cautious of anything Fae Court related in the future. We've also finally got our hands on that debug mode and its main function seems to be access to hidden areas in each territory. Turns out that if the website the territory is mirroring had any anomalies (and sometimes bugs) on it they appear in this hidden area. We tried interacting with one and after containing it in the game, the anomaly vanished from the website. So if this was a Foundation operation at one point, containing internet anomalies seems like a good motive for why we'd be involved with this. With more clear evidence for Foundation involvement, I got RAISA to comp through the database for anything related to 6471. They've found this orphaned transcript. — Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht Attendees: Director Thomas Weld, Explanation and Research Department Director Randall Owings, Site-118, SCP-6471 Project Head Chain (Factotum), Office of O5-5 Date: 2003-11-21 Topic: Determining the future duties of the Explanation and Research Department regarding Project Webcage. <Begin Log> Chain: Session started. Weld: For the record I am inclined against this proposal. Please outline your reasons again on why the Department focused on Explained Anomalies is specifically suited for dealing with this anomaly-utilizing project. Owings: It is not specifically the Department but the planned Foundation Front I'm looking for. We need a Front that is close enough to the public to satisfy the Game's need for public exposure, but still under enough Foundation control for a tight leash on the game. Weld: Weld is silent for two seconds. Owings: No, Super Carefree Playing can only serve for the development and publishing of the game. We intend to not advertise the game at all to better control the player base. Weld: So then why my Front? Owings: Most Front Managers aren't up for this task. You and your team have a better grasp on upholding the public relations this project requires. That and you wanted to build your Site near the Frankfurt Dataknot if I'm correct? Weld: Yes, we need the connection speed to properly enforce the Trevisan-Ethics-Mandate. Owings: This project would benefit from that as well. Makes it easier for a direct link. Owings: Owings is silent for ten seconds. Weld: (to Chain) Would this be enough to push for approval of the Site location? Chain: I can't speak for future decis— Weld: Your opinion. Chain: It would be a point in your favour. Maybe enough with the other points, you have gathered. Weld: I'm still not entirely convinced. I know that your project deals with the F— the slot before 4001. Owings: You will use the proper Eshu protocol when speaking about the entities from where you can expect retribution for breaking their rules. Weld: (inhales sharply) It won't happen again. Owings: (to Chain) Does he have the appropriate clearance? Chain: You both have 4/General. All specific clearance concerns for this meeting are waived by me within reason. Owings: The ones we are interacting with escaped from what seems to currently be a political battleground. We're not completely sure yet what is currently happening in there, but I know the goals of who is working with us. They won't be a danger to you or your Front. Weld: I'm a bit sceptical at that. Why involve the public if it's not related to your goal? Owings: They don't really think the public is involved. They think they discovered the World Wide Web as a man-made, but sort of abandoned kingdom without a ruler. The parts of this project that do involve the public are just how we— Owings: Owings is silent for 25 seconds. Owings: —requirement to make the Summer Court a new. They're not perfect mind you. That they choose something as changeable as the internet works against them. Weld: (nods) What exactly would our duties entail? Owings: We need the Front to have a room with the CAVE system needed to play the game. Your employees and visitors can then play the game during breaks. Weld: Seems expensive. Do you have a cover story on why we’d make such a specific break room? Owings: No, is that a problem? Weld: (shakes his head) We’ll make one of the “sponsors” of my front an investor obsessed with obscure video games. That does mean we’ll need at least a small section of the Front's scientific work to be focused on that, which I’m not too keen on. Owings: That plays well into the plans of this project. We need the largest guild in the game to be Foundation-controlled as a cover for the web-based containment mission. Placing parts of this player base with your Front seems sensible. Weld: Okay then, let's discuss how best to facilitate my Fronts connection to- Weld: Weld is silent for 3 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 2 seconds. Weld: Weld is silent for 42 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 1 second. Weld: Weld is silent for 37 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 23 seconds. Weld: Weld is silent for 5 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 1 second. (All parties think to themselves for a bit) Weld: Weld is silent for 25 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 23 seconds. Weld: Weld is silent for 1 second. Owings: Owings is silent for 1 second. Chain: If neither party has anything else to add, I'll end the session here. This was productive. I look forward to working together with both of you. <End Log> The transcript looks like it's been tampered with, but I've spoken with all participants and they all remember it happening like that. Without context. My initial guess was that the reason for the extended silence and why this file is orphaned lies in censoring key information about Super Carefree Playing, but if that is the case they used a sledgehammer to censoring with how loose this information is. The goal can't be complete removal either, because then we wouldn't have found this transcript in the first place. Either way, the transcript is the only file we found referencing a "Project Webcage", but it fits with my previous theories. The rest of the transcript holds up with other things I found. The installation of the CAVE system contributed to Site-EX being allowed to be built near the Frankfurt data node. I've also found personnel on standby to start playing SCP-6471 to form the Foundation Guild. They were just waiting for further instructions. Owings set together with these "Guild members" and reconstructed most of the Containment Plan we had involving SCP-6471. We're just missing the parts involving Super Carefree Playing now, presumably. Owings wants to move forward with Project Webcage now and use SCP-6471 as a Thaumiel. He said we benefit more than it harms us for now and we could always reclassify it later. The last thing I could confirm is that Site-118 apparently had visitors from beyond the well intersect with their intranet, which by the way is really concerning. With that I can make a rough timeline of events: The aforementioned visitors visit Site-118; During this encounter, they become aware of the internet; They understand the internet as a realm without a ruler, so they need to build a new Summer Court; Someone in the Foundation realizes how a Fae-internet intersection could be used to permanently contain web-based anomalies (don't know enough about fae-magic to know how); Both sides come to an agreement; SCP-6471 is "developed" by Super Carefree Playing in a way that fulfils the requirements of both parties; The Fae or guests (having now stolen enough usernames to not be a concern for ESHU protocols) demand an Esterberg Release; This results in legal troubles in Esterberg and the approval by the Supreme Summer Court of the game and with that indirectly the new Summer Court. There are still some questions unanswered, with the main one being what happened to make large parts of the Foundation forget about this and why is Super Carefree Playing not a Foundation Front. I'd advise the Foundation to not utilize this anomaly until there is a clear answer to these questions. However, I don't see these questions getting uncovered in the foreseeable future either. This concludes my investigation. - Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht Update-2004-09-23: A new orphaned but severely corrupted file related to Project Webcage has been discovered. Since complete corruption is likely by 2004-12-21, research continues for backup servers that have no ontological connections to our reality. File Name corrupted Guest0354 has joined the channel. Edrisglair has [DATA CORRUPTED] the channel. •DirectorS118 Greetings, Supreme Summer Judge. I did not expect you to [DATA CORRUPTED] the invitation. Guest0354 has left the channel. Edrisglair I did not. I never joined this channel. Guest0025 has joined the channel. •DirectorS118 Of course. Guest0025 has left the channel. Guest0001 has joined the channel. Edrisglair It stuck. You have my congratulations on this occasion. Guest0001 I graciously accept. Edrisglair They've fixed the loophole by now. Too many candidates depend on the nameless. Be happy with the few dozen you were able to get out. Guest0001 I am. I thought I had longer before they found out about my exploit. Edrisglair Spring is always fast on the up-take, no matter the circumstances. Guest0001 What a shame. Guest0001 Where are my manners, thank you for hosting me, DirectorS118. Apologies for my late introduction. •DirectorS118 Don't worry too much about it. You wanted to clear up some things again? Guest0001 Correct, this is only about things we already discussed. It's important to me that we repeat them, now that the Esterberg Release has the approval of the Supreme Summer Court and with the launch day drawing near. •DirectorS118 Of course. Guest0001 So first of all: Am I correct that nothing stands in the way of me and my few dozen companions residing in the Connected Realm? •DirectorS118 You have more control over that than I do for the most part. [DATA CORRUPTED] control of the Connected Realm is rudimentary. Guest0001 That is not a definitive statement. •DirectorS118 I will speak as clear as my interlocutors. Edrisglair As is fair. Guest0001 As has been established we come from the court with which you are in conflict, so we can not simply be in contract with your Foundation •DirectorS118 I might be off with this but aren't you closer to Summer than Spring now? Guest0001 What makes you think that? •DirectorS118 I'm afraid that's classified. Guest0001 Let me offer you the same courtesy. My reasons are 'classified' as well. Guest0001 As before we can not be in contract with the Foundation. It was agreed upon that we would be in contract with Super Carefree Playing instead. I ask of you if Super Carefree Playing is part of the Foundation. Guest0001 And don't evade this question, I require a clear answer. •DirectorS118 Then will you give me the same? Guest0001 I pledge to be precise and clear in my answers to you for the rest of this meeting. •DirectorS118 Then yes. Guest0001 Randall Owings, as one that is on the brink of summer I accuse you of untrue statements. It is evident that [DATA CORRUPTED] is a Foundation Front filled with personnel that are part of the Foundation as well, making one part of the other. As you are part of the Foundation you have a choice. We accept your statement as fact and make it so. Super Carefree Playing will be distinct from the Foundation. Or we accept your statement as a lie and you and your Foundation will leave the Domain of IS and vanish to where liars go. Edrisglair This would mean Winter, temporarily. •DirectorS118 Alright •DirectorS118 What does each choice entail? Guest0001 The first would be the complete cessation of everything that makes [DATA CORRUPTED] and the Foundation connected. The second would mean the Foundation being non-existent until the 23rd of September of this year. I do not know what changes on that date, I just know it to be true. Guest0001 Choose now, summer will not wait. •DirectorS118 I will go with the first option. Guest0001 Excellent. Warning: This channel is experiencing corruption. •[DATA CORRUPTED] Is this your doing? Guest0001 Not directly. But this chatroom is a connection between you and [DATA CORRUPTED] so it needs to go. •[DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] Guest0001 Goodbye. [DATA CORRUPTED] was kicked by [DATA CORRUPTED]. Edrisglair is now the owner. Guest0001 I thank you for the level of involvement, but your [DATA CORRUPTED] wasn't needed for this to work, Supreme Summer Judge. •Edrisglair I am not present. This chatroom doesn't exist. You know this. Guest0001 I made no statement that you were. •Edrisglair I do not care. As you have chosen to involve me with your stunt in Esterberg I will tell you this: Your endeavour will be fruitless. Guest0001 We are already on [DATA CORRUPTED] of summer. •Edrisglair Precisely my point. The brink. You can not BECOME summer. You ARE part of its Court or you are not. •Edrisglair A true fellow of the Summer Court would not have needed to give Owings the choice. They would have dictated the IS as it is right. Guest0001 Would you say the same in a time when the [DATA CORRUPTED] court is no more? •Edrisglair Are you simple? The Summer Court can not CEASE just as much as it can not BECOME. •Edrisglair At least now I know what brought on this delusion. Guest0001 But… if Summer isn't gone where is the Summer [DATA CORRUPTED] •Edrisglair It is simply displaced. •Edrisglair If summer were truly gone then I would have lost my limited premonitions for truehoods and the Supreme Summer Court would have dissolved from its current state requiring only truth to be spoken and its judgements to be intrinsically final. It is only in its authority to judge for Esterberg, but the Supreme Summer Court of Esterberg is part of the Summer Court, after all. Guest0001 May I [DATA CORRUPTED] where the true Summer Court was displaced [DATA CORRUPTED] •Edrisglair You may. It is [DATA CORRUPTED] Guest0001 [DATA CORRUPTED] you repeat that? •Edrisglair I will not. It is not for your ears. Guest0001 [DATA CORRUPTED] Guest0001 *I see. •Edrisglair Go back to your pseudo-court of summer in your realm made of misunderstanding the modern world. Maybe you will even find a way to true summer. It does not matter to me. But I want one thing to be clear. Engrave this into your very being. Guest0001 I will. •Edrisglair Stay out of Esterberg. [DATA LOST] Footnotes 1. Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game. 2. Cave Automatic Virtual Environment. A room with virtual projections to the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. The version used for SCP-6471 also includes 3D sound, regulated temperature and some aroma options. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6471" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6471. Licensed under CC-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-6472 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF MEMETICS The following file has been compromised by a third party. All information contained herein is to be considered inaccurate until the information breach has been appropriately dealt with. Any method which could be used to regain access to SCP-6472's file is to be presented to Dr. Brian Kenton, head of the Department of Memetics, for review and implementation. Dr. Brian Kenton, Memetics Dept. this file is maintained by dado filing solutions item number: hello object class: this is dado special containment procedures: scp 6472 is of great worry to foundation personal because it shows that the foundation is not making good meme images. all memetic images are to be approved by dado because dado is excellent purveyor of fine dado services like dado memetic regulation agency and bottling plant. description: scp 6472 is a flaw in memetic agencies by the foundation. this flaw makes it so that the image kills people which is not something that images are suppose to do. dado think that foundation could make better images that are fine helth products instead of making cheap mind trick that affects fine customer. dado is share this fine business tip so the foundation can become esteemed business partner and negotiate good deals with dado memetic regulation agency and bottling plant1 scp 6472 1 is a new meme image that has been fixed. seeing scp 6472 1 for longer than 10 seconds will make you happy and more relaxed. the meme has many elements like cool shapes that the foundation uses and the veryman langford patterns in it but they are tweaked using secret dado industries method to make it a memetic live agent instead so ppl can get better added-6472-a: mails mails between me and foundation meme man brian on how to solve scp xxxx2 : to: ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics#ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics from: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad subject: new product u want! click here now for bus… hello this is dado owner of many fine businesses and other products contacting you to interest you in dado meme improve agency and bottling plant i have seen that your meme images are killing ppl and i can make them stop killing ppl for u because killing ppl would give you more customers yes pls respond with a money offer and i will contact you later bye dado owner to: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad from: ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics#ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics subject: re: new product u want! click here now for bus… to whom it may concern, please cease contacting this address with offers to "improve" our memetic department. furthermore, relinquish control of scp-6472's file. failure ot comply with any of these points will be treated as a standard informational breach and dealt with accordingly. dr. brian kenton memetics department head site-82 to: ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics#ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics from: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad subject: re: re: new product u want! click here now… hello foundation dado is not of concern but appreciate the question also have heard about your concern but be calm because dado meme department is making the scp 6472 file like the foundation makes it so its fine also waiting for your money to enter so i can fix ur images i found one in some file that was very dangerous so let me know so i can fix it quickly to: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad from: ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics#ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics subject: re: re: re: new product u want! click here now… salutations, kilag9887.mem3 dr. brian kenton memetics department head site-82 added-6472-b: scp 6472 1 here is proof of concept with fixed image u trust dado dado expect payment soon thanks foundation will keep this page up until payment is received and then some more because dado spent an entire day organizing everything thank you see you soon bye Footnotes 1. bottles are not giving expected profit margins so dado needs to focus on memes. 2. dado can see that the system has many fancy inserts for emails but couldn't use them so the mails look bad sorry im retyping them now :) 3. dado fixed this image for u not sure why the foundation sent a sick image |
SCP-6473 | thaumiel | Siddartha Alonne Visit my author page! Article: SCP-6473 — anti-tiredness pills Author: Siddartha Alonne Author’s Note: A thank you for their feedback to Guaire, Crow-Cat and LAN 2D, TheDarkArtist, Dr Leonerd, Alexander the Jar, Alexander245, Uncle Nicolini and Coldsmith. Item#: 6473 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6473 is to be contained in a standard security locker at Site-234. Use of SCP-6473 for testing is allowed with prior authorization from the head researcher of the 6473 Project. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6473 denotes a vial with a single sticker on it, reading "when tired" [sic], and containing 28 bright white pills, each ~2 cm long. The only substance found in said pills is pure Merino sheep milk. Subjects who consume SCP-6473 will proceed to find a location where they can safely rest, close their eyes, and become unresponsive after approximately 30 seconds. They will remain in such a state for approximately 8 hours1. Afterwards, subjects will state they have no memory of the time they had their eyes closed; instead, they will describe being present in an alternate dimension with logic and physical laws inconsistent with baseline reality. Subjects will also describe encountering various events, objects, and entities, all of which similarly deviate from baseline logic. Exploration and research of these dimensions with the help of gnostics have been proven futile, due to said gnostics being ineffective2. According to the records of the subjects, it's assumed such dimensions are created from the memories of the subject who consumed SCP-6473. Notably, subjects have reported not being in any tangible danger when using SCP-6473; in the few cases where such scenario took place, subjects instantly became responsive moments before a threat was about to harm them. ADDENDUM-6473-1: RE-CLASSIFICATION Following observation of known parallel universes with different biological and physical laws, SCP-6473 is being re-classified as Thaumiel due to the help with the discovery of a Mirus-class anomaly3; clearance level has been immediately increased to Secret. Current research is ongoing with the Foundations of said universes and the sharing of technologies; institution of MTF-Omicron Rho pending O5 Command approval. Footnotes 1. It is noteworthy that, during this phase, a remarkable increase in neural activities can be observed in the subjects' brains. 2. As such, it is assumed that the effects of SCP-6473 are not surrealistics in nature. 3. Mirus-class anomalies are only present in parallel universes that differ significantly from baseline reality, and are seen as mundane in said universes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6473" by Siddartha Alonne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6473. Licensed under CC-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-6474 | euclid | Note: YOU ARE VIEWING THE ORIGINAL VERSION OF THIS DOCUMENT. Item#: 6474 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation database crawlers are set to monitor all Level 3 and below documentation for unauthorized alterations and revisions outside of usual margins of correction. Personnel are encouraged to review documentation related to themselves to confirm nothing has been altered. Description: SCP-6474 denotes a phenomenon affecting random files within Foundation archives, where interview logs contain dialogue that did not occur. So far, all instances of added dialogue have been appropriate within context. The earliest known instance of a document being affected by SCP-6474 was in the Exploration Logs for SCP-████. The end of the expedition has been appended below. Exploration Log SCP-████.6 Excerpt : Date: 09/28/2028 Exploration Team: Four members of MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") Subject: SCP-████/40 kilometers northwest of the Kayan Mentarang National Park, Indonesia Team Leader: ζ-9 Pertiwi Wahyu - AKA "NULLS" - Video Source Team Members: ζ-9 Solomon Xiong - AKA "ROYAL" ζ-9 Sola Luciana - AKA "VOICE" ζ-9 Petya Ilyovich - AKA "RUST" Current status: The MTF has reached a depth of 800 meters below sea level. Supplies for continued exploration are low and the team will begin the return journey shortly. There has not been any anomalous activity beyond the tunnel's inexplicable structural integrity at this depth. The team has recovered one of the two dead scouting drones that was sent before themselves. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT] The team continues crawling through the tunnel for seven minutes, until they hit a dead end. Nulls squeezes up to it. There's a circular impression on the wall. More silence. RUST: Double back? Nulls shakes her head, moving the camera. She places her hand on the wall, then knocks on it with the other. ROYAL: Hollow. Nulls nods. NULLS: Hammer, please. She turns around. All team members are on their hands and knees in single file, with Royal directly behind her and Voice behind him. Royal takes a hammer from Voice and passes it forward. NULLS: Airflow for sure. On your guards. Sounds of fumbling. Nulls pulls out her chisel and taps. After two minutes a hole roughly 0.5m in diameter gives way. The microphone picks up a deep breath before Nulls crawls through. Video feed shows the beam of her headlight vanishing into the darkness. NULLS: Chamber. She throws a rock. Six seconds of silence, then echoing clatters. NULLS: Chasm. Two minutes of silence before Nulls turns around. Royal's arms are wrapped around his knees, Voice is lying on her back, and Rust is still on all fours. NULLS: Climbing gear out. VOICE: Yes!! RUST: Fucking hell. VOICE: Oh be silent. Approximately ten minutes of preparations. Rust is assigned anchor duty to ensure safety gear remains secure. Nulls, Royal, and Voice rappel down their own ropes into the dark for roughly 70 meters before landing in running water. A minute or two of silence while harnesses are disconnected and the team stretches, then Nulls speaks. NULLS: Stop. Full alert. Sidearms, safety off. ROYAL: Why? Silence. VOICE: The river's quiet. Flowing, but quiet. NULLS: Right. Royal, go 45 degrees to the right. Watch your step. Voice, 45 to the left. Both of you stay in sight. I'll go straight. Regroup in five. Camera depicts a slow walk over rocky ground. Nulls looks up two or three times, but the light does not reach the chamber's ceiling or walls. Four minutes of silence apart from Nulls' footsteps. Audio levels suddenly jump but no noise is recorded. VOICE: Noise? ROYAL: Noise! NULLS: Movement! To me, now! Footsteps of Voice and Royal are audible. Guns are drawn. Once together, Nulls scans the area. Three headlights overlap but show nothing. NULLS: I saw… hmm. Don't move. Silence, apart from the team's breathing. Video shows Nulls' headlight and sidearm pointed into the dark. NULLS: Hold. Listen. No audio for fifteen seconds. Then, shuffling footsteps are heard. NULLS: Get the fuck back to the rope. Voice and Royal break and run for the rope. Nulls slowly backs away, her headlight and sidearm slowly scanning back and forth. No audio until her headlight goes out. NULLS: Shit. Video feed shows nothing until Nulls briefly turns around and sees the headlights of Voice and Royal behind her. She continues backing towards them at a faster pace. Video feed shows nothing else visible. NULLS: Shit shit shit. Microphone again picks up shuffling footsteps. NULLS: Fuck this. Nulls fires two shots into the darkness, then turns and runs at full speed back to the rope. Microphone sound levels jump to 140 db, but no noise is recorded. Voice has already ascended back to Rust. Royal helps Nulls secure her harness, then both use the rappel mechanism to quickly be pulled up. Once all have returned to the tunnel, Rust uses a hermetic seal to close the hole. NULLS: We're going back. Closing Statement: Microphone continued to pick up deafening levels of sound, but no such noise was evident from the team's reactions or the environment. Journey back was uneventful. Voice, at the back of the line, later reported hearing muttering behind her at several points, but did not see anything. Later review of this incident was focused on the frames where Nulls discharged her weapon, illuminating a large portion of the cavern. The first gunshot revealed an expansive chamber, extending to the cavern wall least 200 meters ahead. This wall was marked by a massive, stark white streak covering most of the cavern wall, extending from the floor to out of sight. However, despite both shots being fired moments apart, the white streak had vanished by the time the second shot was fired. Current analysis is focused on improving the resolution of the first shot. [END LOG] As Pertiwi Wahyu, Solomon Xiong, and Sola Luciana all have mutism since birth and have never spoken, current investigation is focused on the alterations made to the transcripts. The transcriber, Junior Researcher Alphonso Zahar, categorically denies writing any dialogue apart from Petya Ilyovich's during the expedition. Next revision made 11/12/2028 >>> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6474" by TheyCallMeTim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6474. Licensed under CC-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: hyper Author: TheyCallMeTim License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-6475 | neutralized | ArthCymro More by this Author | ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains sensitive topics, specifically the death of a child. Reader discretion is advised. Item #: SCP-6475 Site Responsible: Site-12 Director: Dr. Vidya Durrani Research Head: Dr. Antonia Potter Assigned Task Force: N/A Level 3/6475 Secret Valebrook Avenue, Morpeth, England. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6475 to remain at Site-12. Toys, games and books are to be provided suitable for children between the ages of 1 and 3 years old. As SCP-6475 does not require sustenance or produce any waste, only appropriate bedding is needed. SCP-6475 is allowed to exit the facility and play in Site-12's playground, upon request, for a maximum of 3 hours every day. Personnel assigned to monitor, study or care for SCP-6475 must have undergone the appropriate training with the Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology and Department of Spectral Affairs. Personnel are allowed to physically interact and communicate with SCP-6475, so long as it's within the regulation of their training and considering SCP-6475's capabilities. Personnel are required to either wear ectographical eyewear or undergo TS-3031 when assigned to and interacting with SCP-6475. To help with monitoring, ectoplasm detectors and Zohar counters have been placed in the area. All data is transferred to the Department of Spectral Phenomena at Site-12. These procedures are awaiting updates following neutralization. SCP-6475 during their nap time. This photograph was taken using an ectographic camera. Description: SCP-6475 is a Class III-III-II spectral, humanoid anomaly resembling and identified as the late Charlie Massie. SCP-6475 is dressed in blue dungarees, yellow daps and a white and orange striped shirt. Despite being deceased, SCP-6475 continues to behave as if they were still alive. It is theorised that this is due to SCP-6475 being too immature to understand the concept of death or their current situation as a spectral anomaly. SCP-6475's intelligence is no different to that of a standard human toddler and is able to communicate with basic words and gestures. Unlike most spectral anomalies, SCP-6475 is capable of feeling exhausted and requires sleep, with their sleep cycle being no different to that of a standard human toddler. SCP-6475 cannot be perceived via traditional means and can only be seen through the use of ectographical techniques. However, SCP-6475 is still able to interact with tangible matter, with all matter interacted with remaining visible during and after SCP-6475 interacts with it. Discovery: SCP-6475 first came to the Foundation's attention when the Department of Spectral Phenomena enacted Project Signal-Man2. When Foundation personnel measured the surrounding area, numerous spikes in Akiva radiation3 were discovered, with one being in Morpeth, England. The Foundation were able to pinpoint the origin of the spike which eventually lead to the discovery of SCP-6475, which was located in a residence on Valebrook Avenue, belonging to Otto and Yasmin Massie. When the residence was searched by MTF Chi-14 ("Grave Robbers"), personnel discovered SCP-6475 locked in the house's attic, with SCP-6475 clutching a stuffed toy dog and being noticeably afraid and upset. Following a quick analysis, Chi-14 were able to easily remove SCP-6475 and managed to calm them down before sending them to Site-12. During an interview, both Otto and Yasmin showed signs of great distress and claimed that SCP-6475 was a hallucination which resulted from the grief they were feeling following the death of their son. Researchers were able to confirm Otto and Yasmin's son, Charlie Massie, died a week earlier after contracting bacterial meningitis. On the advice of the Ethics Committee, Otto and Yasmin were given Class B amnestics, allowing them to forget SCP-6475's existence and grieve in private. Since their discovery, due to their low impact on their surroundings and benign nature, SCP-6475 has been used by the Department of Spectral Phenomena and Department of Spectral Affairs as an example for introductory and training purposes. Addendum 6475.1: Manifestation Investigation At first, SCP-6475 showed great distress under the Foundation's care, making repeated claims to see their mother and father and to have access to "Woofie"4. Fortunately, with quick improvements in their containment procedures, access to "Woofie" and the introduction of trained containment specialists, SCP-6475 was able to trust Foundation personnel and reach a much happier state. With SCP-6475 now in a more stable state, the Department of Spectral Phenomena began investigating the possible origin of SCP-6475. This was due to the fact the Foundation had no spectral entities similar to SCP-6475 on record5. Psychotherapist Dr. Zachary Dafydd was able to conduct a psychological profile of SCP-6475 while phasmology and pneumatologist, Dr. Antonia Potter, and thaumaturgist, Agent Itsuki Zhao, investigated the possible origin of SCP-6475 manifestation. Below is the result of Dr. Potter and Agent Zhao's investigations: Investigation Results Conclusion Memetic anchoring No memetic hazards were found at the location or being produced by either SCP-6475, Otto or Yasmin Massie or from the remains of Charlie Massie. No infohazardous were found within any documentation regarding SCP-6475 existence or their previous state as Charlie Massie. SCP-6475 is not the result of a memetic or infohazardous anomaly. Temporary reality instability. Hume levels of the surrounding area (5 km radius) at the time never increased outside of 79 ± 0.7ξ, implying no reality instability within the timeframe. SCP-6475 is not the result of an ontokinetic anomaly. Psycho-assimilative influence. Charlie Massie showed no history of abuse or neglect and prior to contracting meningitis, was both physically healthy and was in a stable home environment. Otto and Yasmin's grief had no psychic influence on SCP-6475. SCP-6475 is not the result of a psionic anomaly. Thaumaturgical anchoring Outside of the standard thaumactivity expected in the area, no great source of thaumaturgical influence could be found. Analysis proved the last thaumic procedure enacted occurred 23 days before SCP-6475 manifestation and its results were unrelated. SCP-6475 is not the result of a thaumaturgical anomaly. Astral and Chthonic Barring Project Sightsee determined that no blockages were currently in place on any of the astral or chthonic planes and that SCP-6475 had the potential to utilise up to 7 methods of assentation. SCP-6475 is not subjected to astral or chthonic oppression. Below is Dr. Dafydd's psychological assessment: PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (PA-6475-01) SUBJECT: SCP-6475 LOCATION: Site-12, Dartmoor, England PSYCHOLOGICAL OFFICER Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology After extensive observation and testing, I can honestly say SCP-6475's behaviour and intelligence are no different to that of an ordinary toddler. They're not noticeably intelligent, their interests and capabilities are expected for someone their age and their emotional needs are as you'd expect. They play, they cry, they toddle around, they sleep. In other words, ignore the fact they're a ghost, SCP-6475 is a "perfectly normal child". I see no reason why they could be the reason they're like this. They can't even understand what death is, let alone what a ghost is. If you ask me, given everything Toni, Itsuki and I have discovered, the only possible reason why 6475 is what they are, is because someone up there is playing a very nasty joke. A joke I am not finding funny. As a result of these findings, further research into SCP-6475's origin was abandoned. Addendum 6475.2: Developments Under Foundation Care Whilst under Foundation care, the Department of Spectral Affairs began a study, with Ethics Committee approval, of SCP-6475's spectral capabilities and maturity. Below are the results of the studies: ▷ 6475's Spectral and Cognitive Development ▽ 6475's Spectral and Cognitive Development Development Nature: Cognitive Observation: After spending time with containment specialist, Theo Simmons, SCP-6475 learnt the numbers from 1 to 10 and the noises of various animals. Simmons received commendations for his efforts and skills with SCP-6475. Development Nature: Cognitive Observation: SCP-6475 began replicating their own containment procedures with "Woofie" and other soft toys and dolls. The replications were very accurate and concerns were raised regarding the blunt behaviour SCP-6475 was observing between the personnel. After approval from the Ethics Committee, these unsuitable behaviours were brought to the personnel's attention, who assured them they'd change their behaviour. Development Nature: Spectral Observation: During a game of hide and seek in Site-12's playground with containment specialist, Barry Wellington, SCP-6475 became intangible for approximately 5 seconds and phased through the climbing frame. Wellington was unable to stop himself from hitting the climbing frame wall and ended up with a mild nosebleed. Notes: SCP-6475 is capable of some form of temporary intangibility. - Dr. Potter Development Nature: Cognitive Observation: Dr. Dafydd subjected SCP-6475 to numerous psychological and behavioural tests. Despite worries from head researchers and the site manager, SCP-6475's development was within the expected results. Notes: It's crazy to think it, but the Foundation is actually doing a half-decent job of raising a kid. - Dr. Dafydd Development Nature: Cognitive Observation: SCP-6475 learnt the names of their containment specialists and researchers. It was also noted that SCP-6475 has started to refer to junior researcher, Hannah Hanks, by the title of "Mummy". As Hank's appearance is similar to Yasmin Massie's, this development wasn't a great surprise. To prevent too much attachment forming, SCP-6475 was gently dissuaded from referring to Hank as their mother. Hank's access to SCP-6475 was also limited until SCP-6475's dissuasion was completed. Addendum 6475.3: Incident 6475-Omega Below is an audio transcript taken from containment specialist, Siwan Caradog, during Incident 6475-Omega: ▷ Incident Log 6475-Omega (Audio) ▽ Incident Log 6475-Omega (Audio) Audio Transcript Containment Specialist: Siwan Caradog, Level 2 Containment Specialist Subject: SCP-6475 <BEGIN LOG> (Removed for brevity.) Caradog: - and to this day is known as the Isle of Man, while the great hole left behind became Lough Neagh, marked on the map on the Emerald Isle. Caradog: Did you enjoy that Charlie? (SCP-6475 hands Caradog a wooden block.) Caradog: Is this for me? To finish the tower? (Caradog places the block on top of the tower SCP-6475 built. After Caradog places the block, SCP-6475 push it over, delighted.) Caradog: (laughs) Oh, dear. It's all fallen down. SCP-6475: Outside! Outside! Caradog: OK, well go outside. But let's put the blocks away first. (Caradog and SCP-6475 pick up and pack away the blocks.) SCP-6475: (holding "Woofie") Outside! Shewy, outside! Caradog: Alright, let's go outside. (Caradog accompanies SCP-6475 to Site-12's playground. Upon arriving, SCP-6475 begins pointing excitedly at the swings) SCP-6475: 'wings. 'wings! Caradog: Come on then. (Caradog takes SCP-6475 to the swings and begins pushing them. For the next 10 minutes, Caradog entertains SCP-6475 on the swings whilst singing to them.) Caradog: Gee ceffyl bach yn cario ni'n dau, dros y mynydd i hela cnau, dŵr yn yr afon a'r cerrig yn slic, cwympo ni'n dau, wel dyna i chi dric!6 SCP-6475: (laughs) (After a further 5 minutes, SCP-6475 begins yawning, causing SCP-6475 to stop swinging them.) Caradog: I think it's beddy-byes for someone. SCP-6475: (yawns) Caradog: OK. Come on. Playtime over, Charlie. (Caradog removes SCP-6475 from the swings and begins walking them back to Site-12.) SCP-6475: Woofie. Caradog: Yes, you look after Woofie now. He's going to beddy-byes too. SCP-6475: Oot. Oot! Caradog: What's that Charlie? I don't - (Caradog stops walking and sniffs the air.) Caradog: Who's been smoking out here? Really! This is a place for kids, guys. You - (Caradog stop talking and notices Woofie on the floor of the playground.) Caradog: Charlie, you've dropped Woo - Caradog: Charlie? Caradog: (looks around) Charlie! (Caradog frantically searches the surrounding area.) Caradog: Charlie! <END LOG> "Woofie". Following SCP-6475's disappearance, a site-wide search began. Initially, it was speculated that SCP-6475 had developed the ability to translocate. However, analysis failed to detect any shifts in Akiva and Hume levels within the site. Analysis also failed to discover SCP-6475's ectoplasm signature anywhere on site. Caradog's statement was also met with confusion as despite vehemently confirming she smelt tobacco, history confirmed that nobody had used the playground as a smoking area since its construction. When the security footage of the playground was checked with ectographical techniques, footage depicted SCP-6475 noticing something nearby and running quickly towards it whilst Caradog looked away from them, putting "Woofie" down in the process. SCP-6475 accelerated and began to grow more translucent until completely disappearing at the end of the footage. It was also noted that SCP-6475 appeared to be picked up during the last few moments before disappearing and appeared to recognise what they were running towards. In order to obtain further information, Dr. Potter applied an experimental thaumaturgical, ectographical technique, which involved layering numerous parallel astral planes as the footage played. Below is a transcript of the footage of SCP-6475 movements during Incident 6475-Omega: ▷ Incident Log 6475-Omega (Footage) ▽ Incident Log 6475-Omega (Footage) Audio Transcript Containment Specialist: Siwan Caradog, Level 2 Containment Specialist Subject: SCP-6475 <BEGIN LOG> (Removed for brevity.) SCP-6475: Woofie. Caradog: Yes, you look after Woofie now. He's going to beddy-byes too. (Near the edge of the playground, a transparent silhouette of a humanoid man can be seen. The silhouette appears to be wearing dark formalwear. SCP-6475 recognises the silhouette and begins to call out to them.) SCP-6475: Oot. Oot! Caradog: What's that Charlie? I don't - (Caradog stops walking and sniffs the air. As Caradog looks around, both SCP-6475 and the silhouette movement accelerate. Note: the footage has been slowed down in order to depict events better.) (SCP-6475 walks towards the silhouette. However, they stop for a moment and hug "Woofie" before placing them neatly on the ground. SCP-6475 then continues to walk towards the silhouette. The silhouette picks up SCP-6475 and cradles them in their arms. SCP-6475 smiles and hugs the silhouette. Slowly, SCP-6475 and the silhouette begin to grow more and more translucent. As they vanish, the silhouette points at Caradog. SCP-6475 then waves to Caradog and Woofie.) SCP-6475: Bye-bye. (SCP-6475 and the silhouette demanifest.) Caradog: Who's been smoking out here? Really! This is a place for kids, guys. You - (Caradog stops talking and notices Woofie on the floor of the playground.) Caradog: Charlie, you've dropped Woo - Caradog: Charlie? <END LOG> Following this information, SCP-6475 was tentatively reclassified as neutralized. SCP-6475 neutralization had a profound impact on the morale of many of their containment specialists and researchers, with several personnel requesting time off. Most of these requests were granted. Siwan Caradog was impacted more than any other specialist and suffered from a nervous breakdown a few days later. Caradog was given two weeks of immediate leave in order to recover. Before her leave, Caradog requested to be subjected to Class C amnestics. This request was denied by order of Ethics Committee Liaison Elena Clarke: To: Siwan Caradog <noitadnuof.pcs|aracwis#noitadnuof.pcs|aracwis> From: Elena Clarke <noitadnuof.pcs|ekralCAAanele#noitadnuof.pcs|ekralCAAanele> Subject: SCP-6475 I'm so sorry, but I must deny your request to forget SCP-6475. Why? Our job is one filled with fear, misery and regret. It is rare in this industry, in this world, that we get to do something kind. Something rewarding. Something admirable. I believe that is what you and your fellow workers have done. You gave a innocent anomaly an few moments of joy and love. You should feel proud of this. What you are feeling now, isn't out of shame or self-loathing. It's out of grief. And that is good. Please don't try and forget this. You've done something kind. Never forget that. - Ethics Committee Liaison Elena Clarke "Woofie" was added to the Foundation's Remembrance Reliquary7 a week after SCP-6475's neutralization. Footnotes 1. A thaumic semioglyph which allows the inscribed to see spectral entities. Long-term wearers experience severer diplopia. 2. A project which was part of a larger study in investigating the rise in Spectral Entity formation in Europe in the late 20th/early 21st century. Project Signal-Man focused on activities based in the British Isles. 3. Physically quantifiable measurement of the prime thaumaturgical force. Whilst typically drawn to living entities, objects and areas of great divine or thaumaturgical importance, recent research has also found that some spectral entities or events are able to cause shifts in frequency too. 4. The stuffed toy dog SCP-6475 was discovered with. 5. Statistically, spectral entities exist because they are either motivated by something within the living world or some opposing force is maintaining them. - Director Regan 6. Gee Ceffyl Bach. A popular nursery rhyme sung in Wales. As Caradog was able to speak both English and Welsh, the Foundation encouraged her to speak in both languages to see if SCP-6475 was capable of learning new languages. 7. A shrine consisting of various non-anomalous objects and items of sentimentality relating to Foundation activity. The shrine was created with the intention of improving staff morale and to act as a reminder of the Foundation's humanity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6475" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6475. Licensed under CC-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-6476 | neutralized | A group of anomalous oddballs try playing TTRPGs with probability-bending dice. Item #: SCP-6476 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6476 shall be stored in a standard secure locker within the Site-76 Low-Risk Inanimate Objects Warehouse. Every six months, researchers will organize a single session with D-class personnel to ascertain whether SCP-6476's anomalous traits have reactivated. For a full list of pre-approved variables, see Document 6476-003-01, "Testing Protocol for One-Shot Scenarios". MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") and webcrawler I/O-GASNIER1 will continue monitoring online storefronts and reviews for mentions of "magic", "special", and/or "enchanted" dice. Description: SCP-6476 is the collective designation for a series of six-sided dice created by Raul Nandes de Jesus (PoI-6476, "rollinboxcars") for a tabletop role-playing game (TTRPG) played by members of GoI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"). All instances of SCP-6476 were made with translucent green plastic, engraved with Arabic numerals, decorated with gold paint, and contain a weighted metallic core. Whereas mundane "loaded" dice favor specific outcomes during play, instances of SCP-6476 influenced local probability outside the game.2 When activated by a two-thirds majority vote, this effect (termed SCP-6476-A) increased the likelihood of arranging an online meeting between all participants every two weeks, while reducing interruptions and obligations that would otherwise disrupt the event. When used to advance TTRPG gameplay, instances of SCP-6476 induced an anomalous state of hyperphantasia,3 enhancing the user's capacity for visualizing descriptions of in-game setting, character and action. This effect (termed SCP-6476-B) was heavily stylized and consistently distinguishable from reality. As of 2019/03/16, all anomalous effects associated with SCP-6476 have ceased. Instance Anomaly Status PoI # Username Role SCP-6476-1 Unknown PoI-6476 rollinboxcars Game Master SCP-6476-2 Neutralized PoI-7331 alwaysbpositive "Leena", human bard SCP-6476-3 Unknown PoI-6660 meatgerm "Throndir", elf ranger SCP-6476-4 Contained PoI-9791 twilight_tone "Rose", halfling druid SCP-6476-5 Contained PoI-9102 WHEREISMYHOG "Puck", halfling thief SCP-6476-6 Contained PoI-7132 whistl_stahp "Helga", dwarf cleric Discovery: During standard sweeps of international mail, MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") identified an anomalous package sent from the mainland United States to a post office box in Moreno, Brazil. Securing the scene, MTF Alpha-4 seized two additional packages of contraband, all of which were marked "return to sender". Attempts at tracing PoI-6476 have failed, as all data on his postal registration documents is fabricated or incomplete.4 + Discovery Disclosure [LEVEL 3/CLOWNFISH CLASSIFIED] - Discovery Disclosure [LEVEL 3 CONFIRMED] SCP-6476 was first identified by Project CLOWNFISH, a two-tiered inter-departmental taskforce comprised of Foundation staff demographically and/or culturally adjacent to GoI-5869. One such asset, Codename NEMO, agreed to participate in PoI-6476's game in hopes of assessing his anomalous abilities and further ingratiating themselves with the community. Operational protocol dictates that LEVEL 3/CLOWNFISH assets remain anonymous to persons outside their local working group. For more information, see Document 5869-512-03, "Project CLOWNFISH Executive Summary". + Partial Experiment Log [LEVEL 3/CLOWNFISH CLASSIFIED] - Partial Experiment Log [LEVEL 3/CLOWNFISH CONFIRMED] Testing Protocol: Seeking empirical evidence of SCP-6476-B's anomalous effects, NEMO's working group prepared a battery of tests for "Session 2", 2018/12/22. In all the experiments listed below, NEMO's activities were monitored using an electroencephalogram (EEG) and VERITAS Resonance Imaging (VRI). Subject: Control (NEMO narrating, SCP-6476-B inactive) Description: NEMO visualizes standing "in a field, in a stiff summer breeze", taking a bite from a "bright red" apple. They roll one standard polyhedral die (1d6) to represent throwing said apple at a target. Results: NEMO visualizes striking the target. EEG results baseline. VRI detects zero anomalous activity. Estimated VVS: 64/80. Comments: NEMO previously scored a 64/80 (above average) on their standard employee Visualization Vividness Scale (VVS) assessment. Subject: Session 2, Test 1 (PoI-6476 narrating, SCP-6476-B active) Description: The group interacts with patrons of a crowded bar. Music, food and drink are described in detail. Results: NEMO experiences strong visual, auditory, olfactory and gustatory responses. EEG confirms heightened activity in the parietal, temporal and visual areas. VRI detects EVE spike: ARAD 300-700 Caspers, sharp, orange, loose. Estimated VVS: 78/80. Comments: NEMO notes that they have never tasted real mead, and cannot attest to the accuracy of the experience. Subject: Session 2, Test 2 (PoI-6476 narrating, SCP-6476-B inactive) Description: The group engages in social intrigue. NEMO rolls a set of mundane dice and lies to PoI-6476 about the resulting outcome. Results: No effect. EEG and VRI detect zero anomalous activity. Estimated VVS: 67/80. Comments: Cheating during the game does not elicit a response from PoI-6476. Other participants continue play, suggesting that imagery generated by SCP-6476-B is specific to each individual participant. Subject: Session 2, Test 5 (PoI-6476 narrating, SCP-6476-B active) Description: The group engages in battle. NEMO's character tries to dodge enemy attacks. Results: Simulated motion is blurred and exaggerated. NEMO does not experience any vestibular disorientation or pain response, even when their character is struck in combat. EEG confirms heightened activity in the parietal, temporal and visual areas. VRI detects EVE spike: ARAD 500-800 Caspers, sharp, orange, loose. Estimated VVS: 74/80. Comments: SCP-6476 appears to have built-in countermeasures against loss of balance or psychosomatic injury as a result of play. Addenda: + Addendum 6476-1: Excerpts from GoI-5869 IRC logs, 2018/11/23 - Close Addendum 6476-1 rollinboxcars: hey, can I do a self-promo/LFG post in this channel? rollinboxcars: or is that against the rules bones: That is perfectly acceptable. twilight_tone: yeah, I've posted my commission info in here a few times. acuterobot: me too! rollinboxcars: sweet, ty rollinboxcars: short version: I'm starting another TTRPG campaign! We're gonna be playing Dungeon World! WHEREISMYHOG: what happened to your other game? rollinboxcars: it's sort of on pause for a bit rollinboxcars: bc scheduling across time zones is really, really hard. twilight_tone: Alas… the GM's curse. rollinboxcars: but that won't be a problem this time! rollinboxcars: We'll play with voice chat, 3-4 hours every two weeks. I've already got one player lined up and I'm hoping to find four more! meatgerm: iam that player. hello rollinboxcars: there's a $40 buy-in for special dice, but after that, it's all pay-what-you-want, no obligation. takesmasterschoice: lmao forty bucks for plastic rollinboxcars: enchanted plastic! meatgerm: we're mostly passing the same $20 around rollinboxcars: tbh, I'm better off selling normal artisan dice on Etsy rollinboxcars: but I really like GMing within our community, bc then I can challenge myself creatively! twilight_tone: Game literally recognizing game. meatgerm: yea th eheavy metal magic dice you made me are very cool meatgerm: every time I roll a crit success I hear a power chord steakshift: that is siiick twilight_tone: You know what? Sign me up. I've got some money left over from my last round of comms. rollinboxcars: awesome! welcome aboard. whistl_stahp: can I join if I don't know much about tabletop games? rollinboxcars: yes, 100%! newcomers are always welcome! whistl_stahp: I played the Sailor Moon RPG a long time ago but that's it. takesmasterschoice: the WHAT?! meatgerm: fwiw Dungeon World is pretty easy to pick up WHEREISMYHOG: can I invite someone from another chat? bones: New invites to this cluster of channels must be approved by myself and the local administrator, steakshift. whistl_stahp: one of my friends had a copy. takesmasterschoice: cringe steakshift: who do you have in mind WHEREISMYHOG WHEREISMYHOG: I think you know alwaysbpositive ? steakshift: oh yeah she's cool bones: I am also acquainted with alwaysbpositive. Your request is approved. rollinboxcars: awesome! takesmasterschoice: no she suuuuuucks lol steakshift: wow learn to stfu bones kicked takesmasterschoice. rollinboxcars: I'll start sending out PMs with channel invites and payment info. bones: Please remember to use proxies, remailing services and/or post office boxes instead of sharing contact information directly. rollinboxcars: don't worry, I've got a separate Ko-Fi account for this. We should be good! steakshift: want help with deliveries? rollinboxcars: definitely! + Addendum 6476-2: Excerpts from GoI-5869 Discord logs, "Session 1", 2018/12/08 - Close Addendum 6476-2 rollinboxcars: 30 minutes to game time, @everyone ! alwaysbpositive: rawr!! XD im here! thanks for the invite, RB! WHEREISMYHOG: yeah thanks for having us alwaysbpositive: it's been a rlly rlly long time since I played anything like this and I'm soooo excited @w@ whistl_stahp: yeah, same! whistl_stahp: kinda anxious tbh, but mostly excited. rollinboxcars: haha well you're not alone! I always get some pregame jitters meatgerm: dontw orry it's all good. boxcars best gm twilight_tone: One question before we get started. twilight_tone: Are these dice actually fair? Because they're kinda heavy. rollinboxcars: they're totally fair! sharp edges and everything! rollinboxcars: you only need to roll once to activate the gimmick, so if you don't like how they feel in-game, you can just use standard dice, or an app. Whatever works for you! twilight_tone: Cool. Ready whenever you are. rollinboxcars started a call that lasted four hours. whistl_stahp: well that was whistl_stahp: incredible. meatgerm: right??? toldyou meatgerm: boxcars best gm WHEREISMYHOG: that was a really strong start alwaysbpositive: YEAH!!! rollinboxcars: I'm glad you had fun! whistl_stahp: @alwaysbpositive you have a beautiful singing voice alwaysbpositive: ;;O;; thank youuu! meatgerm: yea you could join my band irl alwaysbpositive: haha no no I couldn't!! I don't get out much alwaysbpositive: very sweet of you to say tho rollinboxcars: so, how does everyone feel about their characters? anything you want to change about the setting? alwaysbpositive: um, there is one thing alwaysbpositive: can we try to avoid stereotyping the undead? alwaysbpositive: not every less-living person is a literal monster. rollinboxcars: yeah, sure! I'll keep that in mind going forward. rollinboxcars: is that gonna be a problem for our cleric? whistl_stahp: of course not! whistl_stahp: this is a diverse community and I want to respect everyone's needs. twilight_tone: No arguments from me meatgerm: same alwaysbpositive: awww thank you everybody ;;w;; appreciate it WHEREISMYHOG: meant to ask, is it better to say you're a hemovore, or that you have hemovorism? alwaysbpositive: I'm a vampire. It's okay to say vampire. WHEREISMYHOG: okay cuz I thought that might be a slur meatgerm: ohh lol I get oyu rusername now meatgerm: thats good alwaysbpositive: hehe thankee + Addendum 6476-3: Excerpts from GoI-5869 Discord logs, "Session 6", 2019/02/16 - Close Addendum 6476-3 whistl_stahp: things have been really quiet at work alwaysbpositive: is that bad? whistl_stahp: not "bad", just. weird. whistl_stahp: like, I keep expecting to pull a weekend shift, but it hasn't happened. WHEREISMYHOG: wow they make you work weekends in paratech? whistl_stahp: only when we're crunching WHEREISMYHOG: sounds like you need a union. meatgerm: dontyou work on your dads farm WHEREISMYHOG: and?? WHEREISMYHOG: its called solidarity you cretin rollinboxcars started a call that lasted four hours. meatgerm: lol holy shit TT meatgerm: making those big moves tonight whistl_stahp: I canNOT believe you jumped those guards! twilight_tone: You guys were arguing. whistl_stahp: we were working out a plan! twilight_tone: Yeah, you were gonna keep arguing. I kept the scene moving and that is almost always better. WHEREISMYHOG: she's not wrong imo whistl_stahp: she trampled a prince! alwaysbpositive: rofl yeah that was epic XD whistl_stahp: christ, what a mess. twilight_tone: You're welcome. twilight_tone: Anyway I gotta go. Until next time everyone! alwaysbpositive: wait wait wait I have big news alwaysbpositive: I'm going on a road trip next week! WHEREISMYHOG: whoa! you're leaving Eventide?5 alwaysbpositive: yeah!! XD first time in yeaaars!! whistl_stahp: oh, that's exciting! I hope you have a good time. alwaysbpositive: super exciting! but scary!! rollinboxcars: should we put the game on pause while you're away? whistl_stahp: I'd be fine with taking a break. meatgerm: I'm good with w/e alwaysbpositive: no no you should just keep going! I can catch up rollinboxcars: what do you think @twilight_tone? meatgerm: she already logged off rollinboxcars: oh okay I'll send her a DM whistl_stahp: is she even on Discord between games? rollinboxcars: no worries, I'll message her on IRC too. + Addendum 6476-4: Excerpts from GoI-5869 Discord logs, "Session 7", 2019/03/02 - Close Addendum 6476-4 rollinboxcars: ten minutes to game time, @everyone! Hope you're doing well. WHEREISMYHOG: I'm good! got proper snacks this time. meatgerm: im sorta bummed ou tbh twilight_tone: Aw. What's wrong? meatgerm: my band had a gig lined up and it got cancelled meatgerm: wasn't gonna pay much but still whistl_stahp: what sort of music does your band play? meatgerm: we do folk covers of heavy metal whistl_stahp: you're joking. meatgerm: nope not everyone likes the deep bass and screamin meatgerm: wewere gonna play a retirement home this weekend but it fell through alwaysbpositive started a call that lasted less than a minute. whistl_stahp: wait, I thought abp was on the road? WHEREISMYHOG: she is alwaysbpositive: I am alwaysbpositive: I buttdialed you somehow alwaysbpositive: idek how I have service down here! XD whistl_stahp: lucky I guess twilight_tone: Do you want to join us? alwaysbpositive: no sorry I have an appointment and I rlly can't miss it alwaysbpositive: you have fun tho!!! rollinboxcars started a call that lasted nineteen minutes. twilight_tone: I'm gonna be on and off mic. Eating dinner twilight_tone: Wait who is that in the background? WHEREISMYHOG: I think that's one of DOreen's friends whistl_stahp: @alwaysbpositive you're still in the call! alwaysbpositive: dangit >_< sorry alwaysbpositive: hey @everyone? something weird just happened alwaysbpositive: one of the ppl I'm travelling with just said "you forgot thijs back home, I packed it for you" alwaysbpositive: and handed me my freaking DICE meatgerm: wow ok meatgerm: mandatory fun rollinboxcars: uhhh shit. this might be a problem with the exploit rollinboxcars: you're still considered a player so our schedules are trying to line up WHEREISMYHOG: lmao Raul alwaysbpositive: I don't understand. I said you should keep playing without me. rollinboxcars: yeah but you're still part of the group, and the majority voted to continue. whistl_stahp: can she just loan the d6 to someone else? whistl_stahp: I have a friend who could take over for a session or two. rollinboxcars: no, she paid for the seat, she's owed the whole ride. rollinboxcars: hmmm rollinboxcars: maybe we can just write you out for a bit? twilight_tone: Exit Leena, pursued by a bear. rollinboxcars: we could kill your bard and have Helga cast Resurrection whenever you're available again alwaysbpositive: exCUSE me?? WHEREISMYHOG: dude whistl_stahp: facepalms alwaysbpositive: that is REALLY insensitive! alwaysbpositive: it's NOT okay to assume that every vampire can just bounce back from death alwaysbpositive: like it doesn't MATTER when people kill us twilight_tone: Yikes. rollinboxcars: omg no that's not what I meant! rollinboxcars: I was talking about your character whistl_stahp: but you can see why she might find it hurtful, right? rollinboxcars: yeah absolutely. I apologize. I didn't mean to offend. whistl_stahp: Okay, let's just take a step back. whistl_stahp: boxcars, if we keep playing, is it going to mess up abp's appointment? rollinboxcars: I'm really not sure. alwaysbpositive: oh GREAT! awesomesauce whistl_stahp: in that case, we should probably call it for tonight. WHEREISMYHOG: seconded twilight_tone: Yeah agreed. meatgerm: what about the cliffhanger? rollinboxcars: hopefully we'll get to it next time. I'm really sorry for the mix-up, everyone. alwaysbpositive: I can't make it next time either >:((( rollinboxcars: okay. I'm gonna try to fix the probability exploit from my end, so it doesn't affect the whole group. whistl_stahp: you can do that? rollinboxcars: Yes! WHEREISMYHOG: uhh dude what about the backlash WHEREISMYHOG: like affects like, and part affects the whole, but that doesn't mean it's free WHEREISMYHOG: ESPECIALLY when youre cheating lady luck rollinboxcars: it's fine! exploits don't have backlash. WHEREISMYHOG: lmao okay whistl_stahp: you're sure? rollinboxcars: yeah, pretty sure. WHEREISMYHOG: guess these dice have a subtle aura6 for no reason at all then + Addendum 6476-5: Excerpts from GoI-5869 Discord logs, "Session 8", 2019/03/16 - Close Addendum 6476-5 WHEREISMYHOG: ughhh daylight savings is kicking my ass rn whistl_stahp: yeah same. I nearly poured cream in my cereal this morning twilight_tone: The Forbidden Breakfast. WHEREISMYHOG: it's also calving season here on the farm WHEREISMYHOG: so idk how much sleep I'm gonna get this weekend :) rollinboxcars: tbh I'm not sure what you're talking about. WHEREISMYHOG: calving is when cows have babies whistl_stahp: you mean Daylight Savings Time? whistl_stahp: spring forward, fall back? rollinboxcars: we don't do that in my part of Brazil twilight_tone: God, I wish that were me. rollinboxcars: so all of you just fell back? WHEREISMYHOG: no??? twilight_tone: We just set our clocks forward one hour. whistl_stahp: it's spring in the northern hemisphere. rollinboxcars: oh. alwaysbpositive: hey @rollinboxcars! Guess who just woke up!! rollinboxcars: shit. whistl_stahp: is it dark out, wherever you are? alwaysbpositive: NO!!! it's DUSK! alwaysbpositive: I haven't risen before sunset since I got TURNED! alwaysbpositive: I just opened the blinds without thinking and BOOM! alwaysbpositive: REAL DAYLIGHT rollinboxcars: shit shit shit I'm sorry whistl_stahp: you're okay, right? alwaysbpositive: NO I AM NOT OKAY! I could have DIED! alwaysbpositive: all because THESE STUPID DICE WOKE ME UP rollinboxcars: I really thought I fixed them alwaysbpositive: fuck your GAME, fuck your DICE, and FUCK YOU. alwaysbpositive started a video call that lasted less than thirty seconds.7 rollinboxcars: lo;p.i]'[p} meatgerm: harsh. twilight_tone: Wow WHEREISMYHOG: wasted twilight_tone: I don't think I've ever seen you keysmash before. rollinboxcars: toot bokoo twilight_tone: Sorry, what? rollinboxcars: toh borke WHEREISMYHOG: wat twilight_tone: ?? whistl_stahp: "tooth broke"? rollinboxcars: ^^^ twilight_tone: Oh, YIKES. whistl_stahp: well. WHEREISMYHOG: lmao bro I warned you whistl_stahp: I think it's safe to say we're done. WHEREISMYHOG: warned you bout that backlash meatgerm: BUT WHAT ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER?? You are viewing an outdated version of this page. Update? Showing latest revision (2019/03/23). rollinboxcars: hey @everyone. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what happened last week WHEREISMYHOG: lmao yeah you better be rollinboxcars: I assumed the group exploit would solve everything. I didn't know you guys had a time change coming up, and I didn't realize that could be so dangerous rollinboxcars: @alwaysbpositive, I apologize for putting you at risk. like whistl said in the first session, this is supposed to be a safe space, and I fucked it up. WHEREISMYHOG: understatement meatgerm: yeah itsa bummer twilight_tone: Incidentally, these dice appear to be broken. WHEREISMYHOG: yeah aura's all gone rollinboxcars: shit, that figures. rollinboxcars: just send those to my PO box in Moreno and I'll hook you up with replacements, free of charge. Least I can do for your trouble. rollinboxcars: I'm sorry everybody. I really thought we had it this time. whistl_stahp: thank you for being straight with us. alwaysbpositive: yeah <3 thank you, Raul. apology accepted rollinboxcars: you're welcome alwaysbpositive: … how's ur mouth? ; _ ; rollinboxcars: better! got a root canal yesterday. still hurts though. alwaysbpositive: oh noooes! D: I'm sowwy alwaysbpositive: offers huggs whistl_stahp: I'm glad we could talk this out a bit. meatgerm: so uhhh not tobe That Guy meatgerm: but what about that CLIFFHANGER twilight_tone: Yeah, I did trample some royalty in our last game. whistl_stahp: trampled the bejeezus out of that guy. rollinboxcars: wait whistl_stahp: trampled him into a diplomatic crisis rollinboxcars: you want to keep playing? meatgerm: YES whistl_stahp: Yeah, I'd love to! twilight_tone: Same. WHEREISMYHOG: if Doreen's cool with it then sure alwaysbpositive: well DUH! alwaysbpositive: I told you I'd be available once I got back! :3 meatgerm: yesss!! lets play to fnid out waht happens rollinboxcars: well, in that case, we'll keep on rolling! whistl_stahp: I just have one request. rollinboxcars: name it. whistl_stahp: no more loaded dice. Footnotes 1. An automated agent designed to search public Internet and "dark web" content for keywords associated with GoI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"). 2. Specifically, within 2-7 days of each planned event. 3. Vivid mental imagery, comprised of all baseline human senses. 4. Raul Nandes de Jesus is described as "male", "3d6+10" years old, with "joyous" eyes. The address field reads, "choose one". 5. Eventide, Oregon (Nx-51) is an anomalous region characterized by perpetual darkness and rainfall. 6. Likely a visual interpretation of aspect radiation associated with Elan-Vital Energy (EVE). 7. Video depicted rapid movement through a small apartment with blacked-out windows. The camera operator threw SCP-6476-2 onto a kitchen counter, then struck it with a meat tenderizer, destroying it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6476" by Tsercele, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6476. Licensed under CC-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-6477 | safe | by stormbreath Item Number: SCP-6477 Special Containment Procedures: After the successful implementation of Containment Strategy 6477-7, the only current containment procedure necessary for the containment of SCP-6477 is the maintenance of Area-6477, located on the grounds of Site-11. All tombstones in Area-6477 are to be routinely cleaned, and the surrounding area is to be kept clear of debris. The Department of Analytics is to monitor world media sources for stories concerning the disappearance of bodies.1 If an instance of SCP-6477 gains notable notoriety, a suitable cover story is to be created. ◆ Containment Strategy 6477-7 Summary ◇ Strategy successfully implemented as of 06/01/2016. No further action necessary. Containment Strategy 6477-7: Author: Researcher Taylor Hunt The bodies of individuals who have died without having been buried are to be interred at a new burial ground, henceforth referred to as Area-6477. This explicit purpose of this burial ground is to be for the burial of individuals who would not otherwise be buried. Once the burial ground has reached sufficient burials as to be defined as a space for the burial of individuals who would not otherwise be buried, MTF Theta-Thirteen ("Bring Out Your Dead") is to locate instances of SCP-6477, recover the bodies and reinter them at Area-6477. This process must be completed within 24 hours of removal from the grave, to ensure that a Creon Event does not occur. The same process is to be simultaneously performed for cremated ashes, interring such remains at a mausoleum built on the grounds of Area-6477. The burial ground and mausoleum of Area-6477 are to be monitored for the presence of new SCP-6477 instances. If new burials are noted as occurring within Area-6477 and confirmed as SCP-6477 activity, this Containment Strategy will have been successful. Description: SCP-6477 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting human corpses (designated SCP-6477-1) that would otherwise not undergo any form of burial or interment. SCP-6477 is associated with three kinds of anomalous activity, which are designated as Antigone Events, Creon Events, and Pharaoh Events. A description of each follows: Antigone Events: Twenty four hours after death, an SCP-6477-1 instance will disappear. Simultaneously, a new interment location appropriate for the SCP-6477-1 instance will manifest, with the SCP-6477-1 inside. The nature of this interment varies between instances of SCP-6477-1, but tends to be a form of interment appropriate for the presumed culture and beliefs of SCP-6477-1 in life. For instance, SCP-6477-1 instances who were strongly opposed to burial will instead be cremated. SCP-6477-1 instances tend to be interred in locations that are appropriate for the individual in question. These have included familial burial plots, locations the individual had expressed interest in while alive or cemeteries containing acquaintances of the individual.2 These events are typically accompanied by an epitaph, that describes the SCP-6477-1 instance in question. Creon Events: When an SCP-6477-1 instance which has previously undergone an Antigone Event is removed from the location where it was interred, a Creon Event may occur twenty-four hours later. In a Creon Event, the SCP-6477-1 instance will disappear, and be reinterred at the location in which it was previously interred. The existing location will undergo anomalous modifications that form obstructions that prevent future attempts at retrieving the SCP-6477-1 instance in question. These modifications have varied in form, but have included the spontaneous appearance of rocky matter and vegetation around an SCP-6477-1 instance, or increased security measures on a building containing SCP-6477-1. Creon Events occur selectively based on the nature and reason behind an SCP-6477-1 instance being removed. If an SCP-6477-1 instance is being removed so that it can be reinterred at a new appropriate location, no Creon Event will occur. Pharaoh Events: Immediately following a Creon Event, a Pharaoh Event will occur targeting any individuals involved in the removal of the SCP-6477-1 instance from the SCP-6477 designated burial place. All targeted individuals will suffer immediate cessation of heart function. History: Prior to 2016 and the implementation of Containment Strategy 6477-7, SCP-6477 was classified as a Keter class anomaly due to the ubiquity of Antigone Events and their inability to be impeded. Due to the moral complications of the heavy amnestic usage that prior iterations of the SCP-6477 containment profile required, the Ethics Committee began to look into alternative containment methodology. Researcher Taylor Hunt submitted Containment Strategy 6477-7 in response to this search, putting forth an alternative containment profile that would direct SCP-6477's attention to a specific area, and then encourage it to bury more bodies there. This was successfully implemented. Addendum: SCP-6477 Epitaph Examples Francisco Penha 1945 - 1999 You never had enough money to travel to Paris. I hope being buried there can make up for it. Jìng Hu 2001-2005 I am sorry that you never got to see the tropics. Your future was bright. Gertrude Beamore 1901 - 2008 To outlive your friends and family is as much a curse as it is a blessing. May you be with your children again. Megan Walker 1963 - 2016 You'd like it here. It's nice and peaceful, just what you wanted. A good place for everyone I take care of. Taylor Hunt 1982 - 2018 You were taken too soon. Thank you for helping me. I couldn't have done it without you. Footnotes 1. The Department of Analytics already monitors for these occurrences, however, due to the nature of the bodies interred by SCP-6477, it is unlikely any will receive media attention. 2. UPDATE 06/01/16: Outdated. All Antigone events since 06/01/2016 have interred SCP-6477-1 at Area-6477. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6477" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6477. Licensed under CC-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-6478 | thaumiel | ITEM NUMBER: SCP-6478 LEVEL 4/6478 CONTAINMENT CLASS: THAUMIEL RESTRICTED SCP-6478-1 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6478 incidents are to be catalogued and stored on-file for archival purposes. If a subject is found in possession of SCP-6478-1, personnel are to attempt to coerce them into ingesting it. Unused SCP-6478-1 instances are to be confiscated by the Pharmaceutical Department for analysis. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6478 is a phenomenon that primarily affects individuals suffering from recurrent and consistent derealization and depersonalization.1 An SCP-6478 event typically occurs as follows with little deviation: Subject becomes cognizant after a period of missing time. This can be due to either unconsciousness, memory lapse, or dissociative episode. Subject interacts with their environment as is typical. Subject finds a written note left behind in a place they encounter highly often (i.e. bathroom mirror, bedside table, bedroom door). There is a small medicinal tablet attached to the note. The tablet (hereafter referred to as SCP-6478-1) appears identical to cyclobenzaprine hydrochloride. Subject either will or will not ingest SCP-6478-1. The results and side effects of ingesting SCP-6478-1 are inconclusive. ADDENDUM 6478.1: Abridged List of Subjects Mary Sewell Age 78 Briefing On 17 May 2019, Sewell was in her kitchenette preparing a cake for a grandson's birthday when she experienced a dissociative episode. While she recalled her perceptions clearly and succinctly, she was unable to explain a gap in her memory in which she regained cognition as she was sitting on the side of her bed. A note was placed on her bedside table with SCP-6478-1 taped to it. Ingestion of SCP-6478-1 Positive Noted Effects Sewell recalled that someone was standing in her living room. She could not elaborate further. Note Contents "You forgot something. It is best that it stays that way." Samira Mahdi Age 36 Briefing Mahdi has experienced repetitive derealization episodes for extended periods of time. During one episode on 22 March 2007, Mahdi was staring at herself in the bathroom mirror before walking to her personal computer in order to complete an assignment for work. Mahdi stated that when she sat in her office chair, it felt as if it were made of "grasping hands" that were attempting to hold her in place or "drag [her] under." Mahdi discovered a note and SCP-6478-1 instance inside her bathroom mirror's medicine cabinet. Ingestion of SCP-6478-1 Negative Noted Effects Mahdi stated that her house was "a home no longer." Attempts to explain led to the subject becoming increasingly agitated and distressed. Note Contents "Deep breaths." Flynn Arden Age 17 Briefing Due to Arden's social and home life, their mental health was strained and not given proper attention. This resulted in recurring, near-constant dissociative episodes that would range from multiple hours to multiple days at a time. Arden returned from school on 19 May 2022 and found a note and SCP-6478-1 taped to the front door of their residence. Ingestion of SCP-6478-1 Positive Noted Effects Arden stated that while they still experience dissociative episodes, the episodes are less severe and are missing an "edge" that they used to contain. Note Contents "To ground you." Dr. Cohen Bron Age 45 Briefing On 11 June 2021, Dr. Bron was seated at his desk reviewing research findings from his department when he experienced a sudden four-hour period of missing time. Dr. Bron immediately reported this to his Site supervisor and was quickly taken to the infirmary for various medical diagnostics. A nurse discovered a note and an SCP-6478-1 instance in Dr. Bron's coat pocket. Ingestion of SCP-6478-1 Negative Noted Effects Approx. two hours after being admitted into Site-82's infirmary, Dr. Bron entered a catatonic state before fully regressing into a coma. Scans revealed a severe drop in the frequency of electrical signals throughout the entire cerebral cortex, the thalamus, and brainstem. It is currently unknown if Dr. Bron's consciousness is intact or if he is able to dream. Note Contents "Please, understand. - Jane Goe, Unreality Dept." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6478" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6478. Licensed under CC-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: yellowpill.jpg Author: Quicksilvers License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Footnotes 1. Depersonalization and derealization are defined by an individual not feeling in touch with their surrounding environment, usually to such an extent as to where their surroundings do not feel tangible or real. It is also signified through an emotional detachment to the self and environment through an almost dreamlike dissociation. |
SCP-6479 | euclid | From: Containment Management Director Kirk Subject: SCP-6479 Revisions - Needed by Monday Here's access to the old document and the recent incident report. Thanks for taking a look at this again, I didn't want to be bothering you but you know how it works, I need a peer review on all of this before I can finish my revisions. Now the team who recorded this did try their best to keep this watchable and all but the video does get pretty graphic at times, just a heads up. Item #: SCP-6479 Special Containment Procedures Pending Update Special Containment Procedures: Due to the non-hazardous nature of SCP-6479, difficulty in conventionally containing it to any further degree, and that all staff operating within Site-26 became aware of SCP-6479’s existence during its original manifestation, SCP-6479 is permitted to roam the low-risk sectors of Site-26 freely. All staff should be made aware of SCP-6479's anomalous properties, and all security checkpoints should ensure SCP-6479 is not present before permitting personnel to pass. Description: SCP-6479 is an animate two-dimensional silhouette, resembling the reverse projection of a large canine (most closely resembling a wolf), which first manifested in Site-26 shortly after its construction in 1952. SCP-6479 is not affected by incoming light, despite it resembling a shadow. SCP-6479 is sentient, actively aware of its surroundings, and capable of linearly changing the surface it appears on, as well as its shape and size, in accordance with outside stimuli. SCP-6479 is typically extremely evasive, generally avoiding human contact. When in unavoidable human contact, SCP-6479 will adopt a larger size and heavily exaggerated proportions (e.g. jaws, fangs, eyes). Such behaviour is likely intended to induce a fear response. Due to its evasive behaviour, previous attempts at studying SCP-6479 have failed. No further attempts should be made out of concern for causing excess stress for the entity. It has been noted that SCP-6479 is most active in the lower maintenance levels of Site-26, though the reason for this behaviour is not known. Addendum: During the construction of Site-26, a stone monument dated to the 1600s baring intricate carvings of wolves along with an inscription in Irish Gaelic was discovered on-site. Initial attempts at a translation of the inscription yielded little due to the lack of appropriate scholars and the condition of the artifact making the inscription difficult to read. After the discovery of SCP-6479 and the possibility of a connection, there has been renewed interest in the artifact (see Exhibit-6479-A). Subsequent investigation into local archives has yielded only one source that mentions wolves (see Exhibit-6479-B). Exhibit-6479-A - Translation Revision 5 Date: 30/10/52 Sasanaigh… [Uninteligable due to erosion] You come here from lands afar. You treat this land, here, as your own. You… [Untranslated] the people from their… [Untranslated] You… [Untranslated] the animals from theirs. You fear not the majesty of nature. For with your gunpowder, with your fire. You… [Untranslated] even the wolves as if livestock, naught but game. You slaughter them with unique fear, unique hate, unique spite. You leave not one lone wolf standing, [untranslated] deeper and deeper into the woodland's shade. Be it [Untranslated] to you however that you… [Untranslated] shadows. For even the most cowardly or outmatched… [Untranslated] You have… [Untranslated] them from the light, take victory. You will not… [Untranslated] them from the dark. Exhibit-6479-B 'Tales For The Burdened Mother' (1734). "When the moon strikes high, and the clouds loom low. Eyes start to pry, and shadows grow against the snow. Onto the window, ratta tat tat. Branches of a tree? Fangs, in fact. Crawling along the floor, with the cold draft. So you'd best keep your covers drawn, Or you just might find yourself in the Faoladh's maw." Correspondence with locals suggests that Exhibit-6479-B is still relatively prominent in oral tradition. + Incident Log 26-6479: - Close Incident Log 26-6479: Date: ██/██/87 Following the removal of all but one anomalous item from Site-26 during decommissioning procedures, Site-26 was unexpectedly disconnected from the power grid under deliberate sabotage by an unknown party. Site-26 did not start its emergency generator, prompting attempts at contacting the Site. After 3 hours of no response, emergency response teams arrived at the Site to find that a manual lockdown had been initiated. Universal Task Force-22, being the closest available team to deal with such an incident, was called in to investigate. Incident Investigation Report + Video Log 4 hours after the beginning of the incident (17:45 GMT), UT-22 arrived and assembled at the Southern Entrance to Site-26. The team was composed of 6 members: UT-Coyote: 32, Male, Designated as team leader. Equipped with a secondary night vision recording device as well as the standard issue loadout. UT-Collie: 26, Male, Designated as a communications operator. Equipped with a primary night vision live feed device and the team's communications equipment as well as a standard issue loadout. UT-Fox: 23, Female, Designated as fire support. Equipped with a standard issue loadout. UT-Ocelot: 26, Male, Designated Specialist. Equipped with mission-specific equipment as well as a standard issue loadout. UT-Wolf: 52, Male, Designated as fire support. Equipped with a standard issue loadout. UT-Fallow: 24, Male, Designated as fire Support. Equipped with a standard issue loadout. Video and Audio Transcription: [After setting up their equipment at the entrance to Site-26, three members of the task force were sent down the elevator shaft via pulley system. UT-Collie activates his live feed body camera.] Fox: "Ugh, why do we always have to go in head first? I fucking swear Kincade never gets a crumb of dirt on his boots." Ocelot: "Yeah but you never bring that up to him face to face do you?" Fox: "Well- I-" Collie: "Two more feet!" Fox: "Point is that I don't want to compromise mission effectiveness with an argument." Ocelot: "Oh right, yeah. 'mission effectiveness.'" [All three members of the team reach the bottom of the elevator shaft and are standing on the ceiling of the elevator car. Collie and Ocelot begin to pry open the emergency hatch on the top of the car, upon doing so, Collie recoils.] Collie: "Agh, what is that god-awful smell?" Fox: "Alright, masks on ladies." [Fox and Ocelot proceed to fit their gas masks and jump down into the interior of the elevator car while Collie waits for the rest of the team to finish their descent. Upon the rest of the team reaching the car, Ocelot and Fox begin to pry open the elevator doors.] Fallow: "That fuckin' smell, Jesus." Collie: "I know right?" [The rest of the team begins to fit their masks.] Coyote: "Collie, you know it's your job to tell us about these things before we jump headfirst into them, right?" Fox: "Yeah right, 'headfirst'. No mention of the royal red carpet." Coyote: "You aren't exactly royal quality, Fox." Coyote: "Anyway, everyone's night vision working?" Collie: "Affirmative." Fallow: "Yep." Ocelot: "Yes, sir." Fox: "Could I have opened that door otherwise?" Wolf: "Mhm." [The team proceeds, entering the entrance hall, approaching he front gate.] Ocelot: "It's completely sealed, notify Control I'm gonna have to cut it open." Collie: "Copy that." [The team requests to use a heavy-duty blow torch to cut through the front gate. Control accepts the request and Ocelot begins to cut through the metal.] Ocelot: "Might wanna take a few more steps back, this'll have a bit more umpf than-" [The rest of the team begin to cover their eyes while backing away from Ocelot.] Fox: "Jesus, no fucking kidding!" Coyote: "Some prior warning would've been nice." Fallow: "Yeah, jeez, might need glasses after that. Gunnin' for me to look like Velma Dinkley?" Ocelot: "Hey uh-" Fox: "Yeah, be more considerate next time Oce'." Fallow: "You're the one always going on about being polite." Ocelot: "Guys- I really-" Fox: "C'mon don't interrupt the man!" Fallow: "You're so rude, always going on about not talking too much, and now you-" [Wolf thrusts Fallow and Fox aside as he moves toward the door, utilizing a crowbar to leverage the cut-out section of the gate to fall through to the other side.] Coyote: "Wolf has a point, you two chit-chat too much. We have a job to do." Fox: "Aye aye, cap'n." [The team begins to vault through the sizable gap now present in the front gate, entering the Southern Entrance Checkpoint. Fox enters first and begins to walk toward the security booth after noticing that the door had been completely ripped off. The rest of the team gather around Coyote who is standing close to the front gate, seemingly none of them notice the condition of the door.] Coyote: "Alright, Command says this is where the manual lockdown was initiated, look around to-" Fox: "Hey uh- hey uhm-" Coyote: "Zip it, Fox, that's an order. Now, Wolf-Fallow, you two move ahead and secure the-" Fox: "Oh just get in here… please." Coyote: "Why would you-" [Coyote, Collie, and Ocelot make their way into the security booth, now noticing the state of the door. Fox is leaning on the wall purposefully viewing away from the desk; clinging to the manual lockdown lever is a crudely severed hand. Collie goes to point the camera to something on the floor but is stopped by Coyote who redirects it upwards.] Collie: "Control, this is UT-Collie, we have a confirmed casualty, please advise." [Control contacts the team, advising them to follow protocol Amber U-R-S.] Collie: "Copy that. Amber U-R-S." Fox: "I think I stepped in… fuck - I'm sorry - I just… wasn't ready to-" Coyote: "Wolf, get her out of here." [Wolf enters the room and gently grabs Fox by the arm, escorting her out of the room.] Coyote: "Is everybody else able to handle some blood?" [Collie and Ocelot both turn to Coyote and nod.] Coyote: "'Right then, good. Wolf - once Fox is calmed down, take her and Fallow to search through to the next wing. Ocelot, can you access the system here?" [Ocelot approaches the desk and begins to inspect the equipment.] Coyote: "Collie, ask Command if they have any fuckin’ idea what did this." [Collie contacts Control, and Control responds informing the team that they are not aware of anything capable of inflicting the observed damage still within the Site; advising further caution.] Coyote: "Noted. Oce’ - any luck with accessing the system?" Ocelot: "Normally I'd be able to from here but the power's completely drained, looks like the manual lockdown took the last of the reserve." Coyote: "Collie, ask Command if we can get power back on any time soon." Collie: "Control, requesting the status of power to the facility." [Control responds, informing the team that the Site isn't connected to any sufficient infrastructure to supply exterior power due to the power lines having been cut by an unknown party, and that they'll have to restart the Site's generator manually.] Coyote: "Wolf, Fallow, you two get that?" Fallow: "Reading you loud and clear." [Coyote raises his voice and leans out of the security booth door.] Coyote: "How's the hall lookin'?" Fallow: "It's clear, but the next room isn't. Door's wide open, can see right down into it." Coyote: "Nothing bitey?" Fallow: "Not unless we're suddenly in a Romero flick." Coyote: "Copy that, we'll pack up here." [Coyote, Ocelot, and Collie make their way into the hallway where Fallow and Wolf are standing guard. Fox is leaning on the wall of the hallway. Coyote signals for the group to head further into the facility.] [Wolf approaches Fox and puts his hand on her shoulder.] Wolf: "You think you can manage? You're not usually like this." Fox: "Yeah, it's all good. I just wasn't expecting something… like that… y'know? This was supposed to be a get the kitten from the tree type'a deal. I-uh… I don't… I honestly thought that smell was just a gas leak or something. Spooked me is all." Wolf: "It's understandable. Just watch my six until you feel better." Fox: "Mhm." [The team enters the next room, the door has been bashed down from its hinges and is lying on the floor in the previous hallway. Two bodies possessing lacerations to their back are lying face-first on the floor in the middle of the room. Fox slows down and raises the back of her hand to her face, but quickly returns to her previous posture.] Collie: "I'd reckon from the way they're laying there that they were trying to get into the security office; try and lock the door behind 'em." Coyote: "Seems like whatever did this had the same idea." [Ocelot and Fallow enter the next room ahead of the rest of the team. Suddenly Fallow stops.] Fallow: "We got two doors here." Ocelot: "If you'd bothered to look at the map, that's a supply closet." [Fallow turns to the door and looks over his shoulder toward Ocelot as he opens it.] Fallow: "Never know, might find something important, mister map ma- JESUS." [Fallow backs up, aiming his gun toward the supply closet. Coyote, Wolf, and Collie storm toward the closet while Ocelot and Fox watch their backs.] [The team crowd the doorway into the closet, a torso dangling face down from a vent and a mass of viscera on the floor is briefly seen before the live feed is faced away.] Coyote: "From the uh- from the looks of it they were trying to use the vents to get around." Ocelot: "And something didn't wanna wait its turn." Fallow: "Poor fuckers… vent grate turned into a potato mashe-" Fox: "Can- can we not?" Coyote: "Oce' where's that vent lead?" Ocelot: "Maybe they weren't trying to get to the security office? This vent leads to get to the North Entrance Lobby, it's like a big atrium. Designated as this Site's emergency assembly area, right next to the Main Security Office too." Wolf: "If they try to get there, why crawl away from it?" [Coyote looks down, gesturing his foot along a smear of blood stains on the floor.] Coyote: "Blood stains move toward where we came in." Fallow: "Remind me why we didn't use the North Gate if that's where we need to go?" Wolf: "Most obvious, defensible position. Good for ambush." Ocelot: "Yeah, they keep it sealed when this sorta thing happens. Better to go in at the flanks. Plus, it'll be easier to evacuate them once we confirm everybody's there." Fallow: "If." Coyote: "Fair do's, it was kind of a guessing game as to where they'd be anyway, 'pulled the lockdowns at every single gate." Collie: "You mean there were multiple?" Coyote: "At every entrance, West was the last one to pull the switch." Ocelot: "Outdated design, if you ask me, but who - am - I - to know." Coyote: "Right, a plan: we go turn the power on then make our way to the Lobby. If anyone there's still alive we split up - one half keeps 'em under guard and the other half go to the Main Security Office and do what we can from there. Should give us a decent position and a vantage point to know what we're lookin' at before the literal clean-up crews arrive." Coyote: "We clear on that?" Collie: "Affirmative." Ocelot: "Affirmative, sir." Fallow: "Copy that." Fox: "Sounds good." [Wolf nods.] [The team move through the nearby door. There is a closed-off corridor behind the team in the opposite direction to where they are headed.] Coyote: "Fox - Wolf, check the corridor behind us. Have Oce' lock it down if you don't spot anything so our backs are secure." [Fox and Wolf move down the corridor behind the rest of the team, opening a door at its terminus. They inspect the room on the other side. Fox pauses and readies her firearm, she turns to Wolf as if expecting something before speaking.] Fox: "Got a trail of blood, all the doors are closed." Coyote: "Wolf, follow the trail, check if someone's still breathing on the other end." [Wolf nods and begins making his way into the room following the blood trail into a small sub-section of the room split off by a glass wall. He goes out of view of the camera. Soon after, Wolf walks back into view and past Fox, standing in the doorway.] Wolf: "Dead." Fox: "Care to elaborate?" Wolf: "Bloodloss." [Fox looks at Wolf and tilts her head slightly.] Fox: "From what?" [Wolf pauses for a second.] Wolf: "Hmgh… Bite." [Wolf walks back toward the rest of the team, Fox turns to cover Ocelot who begins to seal the door behind them.] [Wolf whispers into Coyote's ear, Coyote promptly grips his gun tightly.] [After Fox and Ocelot finish, Coyote directs the team to move toward the Generator Room, they begin moving toward their destination with Fox and Wolf covering the team's six.] Coyote: "Ocelot, how long till we get to the Generator?" [Ocelot looks down at a map he's holding in his hands, trailing his finger along the print.] Ocelot: "There's a set of stairs going down there, just a few minutes walk… but we'll have to get through another security checkpoint…" [Ocelot suddenly stops, reaching his arm out toward Coyote.] Coyote: "What's the holdup?" [The rest of the team stops.] [Ocelot points to an area on the map directly ahead of them.] Ocelot: "I didn't think such an old building would have this but… checkpoint's got automatic turrets. 5.56×45mm." Coyote: "Won't matter will it? power's cut." Ocelot: "Says here they're not on the main generator or the grid, they have their own battery in case of… well… this." Fallow: "Well, shit." [Coyote turns to Collie, standing directly in front of the camera.] Coyote: "Collie, contact Command and ask if there's a way to disable those turrets." [Collie nods and contacts Control] Collie: "Control, is there any way to disable the-" [Collie grabs the map from Ocelot.] "-the two 5.56×45mm turrets at Security Checkpoint 2A-22?" [Control responds, informing the team to head to the area and inspect the security checkpoint while they figure out a way to disable the turrets.] Collie: "Control says they're workin' on it, says we should head there in the meantime." Coyote: "We can hear 'em too, buddy." Collie: "Oh- yeah. heh." [Coyote signals for the group to move out toward the security checkpoint, they arrive and pause in front of the door leading to the room.] Collie: "Control, you got anythin'?" [Control responds, informing the team to inspect the checkpoint.] Fallow: "Are they nuts?! you said there were turret-" [Coyote hushes Fallow and puts his hand on the manual door control. Signaling for the team to rush backward. The team runs to the other end of the hall and Coyote opens the door, taking cover at the adjacent corner.] [The team pauses in anticipation while taking cover. The turrets are out of view of the camera due to Collie's hunched position.] Coyote: "Well, what'd you see?" Fox: "Jesus Christ…" [Wolf stands up and begins walking toward Coyote.] [Wolf grabs Coyote and positions him to view the room, Collie walks up behind them.] Wolf: "Not good." Fallow: "What'd you mean, this is great news." [The room comes into view of the camera, both automatic turrets are ripped out from the ceiling and smashed on the floor, with the wiring for the turrets hanging from the gaps in the ceiling above them.] Wolf: "It means that these-" [Wolf nods to his gun, bashing it lightly against Fallow's own weapon.] "-These just became useless." [Coyote walks into the room, kneeling down.] Coyote: "Well…" [Coyote trails his finger along the floor, coating it in an viscous substance.] "At least we know it bleeds." Wolf: "Ant bites you, you bleed, yes?" Coyote: "Salient point." [The team enters the room and closes the door behind them. Coyote and Wolf turn to the security booth.] Fox: "So, how are we getting through?" [Wolf points to the smashed glass window of the security booth.] Fox: "Conveniant." [Wolf walks up to the booth slowly and aims around the corner into the booth's interior.] Wolf: "Clear." [The rest of the team vault into the booth, Wolf holds a finger to his mouth and nods toward Fox as they do so.] [As Fox lifts her leg over the wall, Wolf tilts her head toward the ceiling and helps her across. The sound of squelching is audible.] Fox: "God… it feels like I'm walking through oatmeal." Wolf: "You do that often then?" [Fox snickers, as they then exit the booth to the other side of the checkpoint.] Collie: "Stairs are just ahead." [The team begins to walk down several flights of stairs, Coyote and Fallow at the helm of the group checking each turn before continuing downwards. A majority of the steps have large pieces of material broken off at their edges.] [They exit on the bottom floor, exiting into a maintenance tunnel.] Ocelot: "Good thing we have these." [Ocelot taps his night vision equipment.] "It's just down here." [He points down the tunnel.] Fallow: "It wouldn't be any darker here though, tiger." [Ocelot turns to him and shakes his head.] [The team continues walking, as they reach the corner Wolf and Coyote take the lead and check it.] Coyote: "Clear, move in." [The team enters the generator room, the equipment is severely damaged with large gashes on most surfaces, and multiple consoles are completely torn apart. Embers are present amongst the debris, the floor covered in soot.] Fox: "What in the fuck." Coyote: "I'm assuming we can't use this? Ocelot: "This place is totaled." Coyote: "Well at least have a look around and try to see if anything's still working." [Ocelot nods and begins searching the room. Briefly disappearing from view.] Fallow: "Coyote, we've got a body over here." [Coyote and Collie walk around a corner, viewing a body sitting at the edge of a buildup of soot and debris.] Coyote: "Doesn't look injured." Collie: "Definitely didn't burn to death. Hey-did you check his pulse?" Fallow: "Yep, he's dead." Coyote: "Smoke from the fire must've done it. Not sure why he isn't torn to ribbons like the others though - the thing or whatever was definitely in here with him." [Fox walks up behind the group.] Fox: "Maybe it was spooked by the fire?" Coyote: "May-be…" [Coyote raises his voice to call out to Ocelot across the room.] Coyote: "Hey- Oce! You find anything?!" [Ocelot comes stumbling over, carrying a heavy piece of equipment in his hands, he motions for the team to return to where he came from. The team follows.] Fox: "What on earth is that?" Ocelot: "Mobile power source - think of it like a big ass battery." [Ocelot bends down and plugs the equipment into the wall.] Ocelot: "Great news! 'switchboard's still intact." [Ocelot flips a switch on the equipment and stands up.] Coyote: "What's it good for?" Ocelot: "We'd be able to some power to a few systems, also good for killing my back." [Coyote nods and ponders for a moment.] Coyote: "Send it to the Main Security Office and the Lobby, we'll go up there and use the cameras to see if anyone's still alive." [Ocelot pulls down several large switches on the wall and an audible humming is emitted around them.] Ocelot: "Sounds like it worked." Fox: "Fine and dandy!" [Ocelot takes the map off of Collie and hunches over it.] Ocelot: "Considering it's directly above us… 'quickest route would be through the elevator." Coyote: "Alright, lead us there." [The team exits the Generator Room and moves down the maintenance tunnels.] Collie: "Wait - how are we gonna use the elevator?" Fox: "Remember how we came in?" Fallow: "Thought we left our stuff for this shit at the entrance." Coyote: "This one…" [Coyote walks into the elevator and opens the hatch on the ceiling, leaning into the elevator shaft.] "…has a ladder." Ocelot: "How'd you know that?" Coyote: "Think you're the only one who can glance at a map?" [Coyote pulls himself into the elevator shaft and extends a hand to Ocelot who promptly takes it. Ocelot climbs up the ladder, Coyote extends a hand to Wolf and both begin to ascend. Fallow pauses and extends a hand down to Fox.] Fallow: "M'lady." Fox: "Eugh, Kincade can you come back down and give me a hand?" Fallow: "I am insulted." Coyote: "You wish, hurry it up down there!" [Fallow begins climbing up the ladder.] [Fox jumps, grasping onto the ledge, but fails to pull herself up all the way.] [Collie approaches her and gives her a boost, allowing her to pull herself up onto the roof of the elevator car.] Fallow: "Oh okay, you'll let him help you but not me?" Fox: "I did just say I'd prefer Kincade to you." Coyote: [Calling from the top of the shaft.] "No luck with the ladies, no luck with GETTING THE HELL UP HERE!" [Fallow begins climbing faster as Fox and Collie begin their ascent.] Fallow: "I'm sure she'd rather have Wolf carry her around anyway." Fox: "Shut up!" Coyote: "Finally, a decent fucking opinion." [The rest of the team reaches the top of the shaft.] [Wolf pulls Coyote away from the others and leans in, talking to him. Coyote turns to the rest of the team and then back to Wolf. He nods before turning back again.] Coyote: "Alright, we ready to move? Good. Fox and Wolf, you're on our 12. Fallow, watch our backs. I want us in there within the next minute, not a single holdup." [The team begins moving toward the Main Security Office with Fox and Wolf at the front of the group, closely followed by Coyote and Collie.] [Wolf approaches Fox, touching her shoulder.] Wolf: "Don't let him push your buttons." Fox: [Leaning in toward Wolf.] "Kincade didn't tell you to tell me that did he?" Wolf: "No, he just wanted to put you back on a security detail. Get a new gunner." Fox: [Whispering.] "What?! that's bullshit - you know-" Wolf: "He has a point. You are very mouthy, immature at times. Loose cannon. Rebel. He understood that the incident in Blair Atholl, he did…" [Fox further lowers her voice, leaning in toward Wolf.] Fox: "Yeah, no shit. They treated her like an animal. Did he expect me to just stand by and watch? A fucking dog cage that's what it was." Wolf: "…He did, he even took the fall for you, but it's a repeated sentiment… plus the immaturity? You are on thin rope with him." Fox: "So what? why haven't you thrown me out again if I'm just some fuckup." Wolf: "No. You're not. I convinced him to let you stay." [Fox looks up to Wolf, slowing her pace to a walk.] Fox: "Why?" Wolf: "Because I don't trust anyone to watch my back as much as you. Good heart. You remind-… You're our best shot, kid." [Wolf pushes her forward.] Wolf: "Now, pick up the pace and stop the quips." [Coyote picks up his pace and moves closer to Wolf.] Coyote: "She understand?" Wolf: "Yeah, I think so." [Coyote stops, allowing Ocelot and Collie to catch up to him.] Fallow: [Raising his voice from some distance behind the team.] "What're you lot yapping about?" Coyote: "Talking to Command- you want bedding in a local place or a hotel after we're debriefed?" Fallow: "Local places here are usually pretty alright." [Coyote gives a thumbs up.] [The team arrives at a junction, on their right is the Lobby to the North Entrance, and to their left is the entrance to the Main Security Office. Light is emanating from both. Collie walks cautiously to the right.] Collie: "Barricaded. Actually held up it seems. No way into it… though the lights are definitely on…" Ocelot: "Good to know I didn't waste my back on nothing." Wolf: "You do not notice?" Collie: "Hm?" [Wolf gestures his rifle toward the barricade.] Wolf: "It's barricaded from outside. Strange, no?" Coyote: "Might as well check." [Coyote approaches the barricaded entrance to the Lobby area. The barricade blocks view of the interior.] Coyote: "This is Universal Task Force-22, if anybody is inside, respond immediately." [There is no response.] Coyote: "Alright, everyone into the security office." [As the team makes their way into the Main Security Office, they switch off their night vision equipment and slide it off of their faces. Passing through a front desk area, they come to a flight of stairs. Coyote holds his arm out, and the group pauses.] Coyote: "This is Universal Task Force-22, If anyone is up there, respond now." [There is no response.] Coyote: "One final warning: me and my team are coming up." [The team begins to move up the stairs, turning the corner there the room is devoid of any sign of a struggle. A door leading to a staircase down into the Lobby area is closed.] Collie: [Collie begins to remove his gasmask.] "Good to have light again." [Fallow, Fox, and Wolf likewise remove their gas masks, taking a moment to get used to the lighting. Wolf moves away from the rest of the team.] Fallow: "Can finally breathe." Coyote: "Oce', check the cameras - Fallow, see if you can get that door open." Wolf: "I wouldn’t do that if I were you." [Wolf is over by an internal window overlooking the Lobby.] Coyote: "See something?" Wolf: "Remember that vent?" [Coyote walks over to the window, beside Wolf.] Coyote: "Fallow- hold- hold off on the door. Would ya?" [Coyote removes his gas mask and leans his back against the window.] Fallow: "It's sealed anyway. Deadlocked." Coyote: "Good." [Coyote turns, visibly shaken, he reaches for his flask and takes a drink of water.] [Wolf walks over to the cameras beside Ocelot.] Fox: "They were all in there, huh?" [Wolf waits for the cameras to boot up before manually turning the feed of the Lobby off.] Ocelot: "Hey! Kincade!" Coyote: "Gimmie' a minute here-" Ocelot: "No-seriously! look!" [Ocelot directs the group's attention to one of the cameras, most of the cameras are in complete darkness, but one of the screens shows a small amount of light within the camera's view.] Ocelot: "That's a person- it has to be. Right?" Coyote: "I-uh-I guess yeah- it could be I suppose." [Wolf walks up to Coyote and strongly pats him on the back twice.] Wolf: "We'd had better go check that out then, pronto." [Coyote wipes his face with his hand and stands up straight, turning around to face the team.] Coyote: "Ocelot, where is that light coming from?" Ocelot: "The Western Enterance; security room!" [Coyote walks over to Collie and utilizes the communications equipment.] Coyote: "Command, please advise." [Control advises the team to announce their presence via intercom. Control states that Red U-R-S is now in effect, and that reinforcements are en route but that the safety of personnel should be prioritized above that of the Task Force. The team is instructed to proceed with caution. Coyote motions for Collie to utilize the intercom system within the security checkpoint, Collie complies.] Collie: "This is Universal Task Force-22, we have entered the facility. If you can hear this announcement, do not attempt to locate us, we will come to you. Stay put." Coyote: "Right then, let's move it! Wolf and Fox you're on our backs - Fallow you're on me! - Oce' - you keep. us in the right direction!" [The team nods, re-equipping their night vision gear. The majority of the team keeps their gas masks removed, save for Ocelot. They promptly move out of the security office, making their way through the halls toward the Western Entrance. The team move quickly and have no interruptions on their way to the area, eventually coming to a junction with 4 exits.] Ocelot: "It's just on the other side of that door, down the hall from there." [Coyote nods and positions himself and Fallow at the door, guns ready.] Coyote: "Cover us, we're going in. Collie, make sure command is seein' this." [Collie follows close behind Coyote and Fallow as they open the door, revealing the source of light to be coming from the interior of a barricaded security office at the end of the hall, abutting the West Entrance Gate. A figure identified as ████████ is standing in the room illuminated by a small battery-fed lamp. Behind ████████ is the silhouette of SCP-6479 on the wall. The lamp continuously flickers and ████████ approaches the window, banging his fist against it frantically whilst looking toward the team. He is attempting to speak, but is not audible.] Coyote: "Stay where you are! we're here to help!" [████████ waves his hands over his head and points toward the team. SCP-6479 is seen moving toward the lamp as it flickers. The lamp suddenly falls onto the floor and the light cuts out. A scream can be heard emanating from the room followed by shattering glass. Movement can be discerned, though the source is not clear from the footage. Coyote primes his gun and shouts.] Coyote: "OPEN FIRE! NOW!" [Fallow, Coyote, and Fox immediately begin to fire their weapons down the hall, soon followed by Collie and Ocelot firing their handguns. The footage as a result becomes less coherent.] [A large quadrupedal entity resembling an extraordinarily large canine, from now on referred to as SCP-6479-2, closes the distance between itself and the team in seconds.] Coyote: "GET OUT OF ITS WAY!" [Coyote ducks to the side, as SCP-6479-2 lunges into Fallow, pinning him to the ground. More gunfire originates from behind the camera, several bullets hit SCP-6479-2 as it stalls, the source of the gunfire presumed to be Wolf.] Ocelot: "FUCK-FUCK WHAT IS THA-" [Fallow lets out a wheeze; his ribcage is seen to be crushed inward by SCP-6479-2's front legs. SCP-6479-2 holds his body in its mouth, flicking its neck to the side and back, the body is thrown through the hall, directly hitting Ocelot and knocking him to the ground.] [Coyote and Collie begin moving backward, continuing to fire their weapons at the entity.] [SCP-6479-2 then rams into Collie and Coyote, knocking them both down. Collie stops moving and is presumed unconscious.] [From the new angle of the feed, Fox and Wolf can be seen stepping back while continuing to fire their weapons into SCP-6479-2, Wolf soon covering for Fox as she reloads her firearm.] [SCP-6479-2 thrashes its head toward Ocelot, pinned underneath Fallow's corpse, - biting down on his skull - it pulls back, decapitating him. Coyote regains his posture and fires his sidearm into the back of its head. Several yelps are audible.] [Coyote is kicked down by SCP-6479-2's hind leg, falling onto his back.] [Turning its attention toward Fox and Wolf, SCP-6479-2 makes a swift swiping motion toward Fox with its foreleg, Wolf intervenes and leaps in front of Fox, grasping her by the waist and pulling them both down toward the ground. SCP-6479-2's claws lacerate Wolf's back as its foreleg slams into the wall beside them, causing a large indentation in the concrete. Wolf then moves back while still grasping Fox, pulling them both away from view.] [Coyote looks toward Ocelot's corpse before kicking one of SCP-6479-2's hindlegs, drawing its attention and allowing him to skirt around toward Ocelot's body. Grabbing a flashlight from Ocelot's utility belt, Coyote shines it toward SCP-6479-2 causing it to demanifest.] [Coyote looks side to side and then up toward the ceiling, trailing a shadow (presumed to be SCP-6479) moving on the wall before the head of SCP-6479-2 descends from above him, biting into his shoulder. The flashlight falls from his hand. Coyote draws a knife and impales its left eye, with its jaws unclenching as a result.] [Coyote collapses to the ground but manages to narrowly evade another attack. He begins crawling backward, grasping toward the flashlight. SCP-6479-2 presses its paw onto the side of Coyote's torso, impairing him from reaching the flashlight.] [Wolf appears in the adjacent doorframe, firing point blank into SCP-6479-2 in an attempt to save Coyote. SCP-6479-2 thrashes widely toward Wolf, knocking his gun from his arms and slicing clean through his stomach area, partially exposing the side of his intestines which begin to slump outward from the wound. SCP-6479-2 lunges toward Wolf and bites the side of his torso.] [Several gunshots come from behind Wolf, two bullets hitting SCP-6479-2 in its open eye-wound, causing it to fumble and loosen its grip on Coyote.] [Coyote quickly thrusts himself toward the flashlight, grasping it and shining it in the direction of SCP-6479.] [SCP-6479-2 demanifests as light from the flashlight fills the hallway. Fox can be seen grabbing Wolf and pulling him from view. Coyote hastily crawls backward out of the hall, continuing to shine the flashlight. The door is promptly closed.] [Shortly after this, the secondary recording device was activated, ending the feed from Collie's perspective. This footage was not a live feed, Control did thus not have contact with the team at this time. A thick smear of blood over the lens of the secondary recording device obscures view momentarily before Coyote wipes the lens, restoring view. Fox can be seen leaning on the wall across from Coyote's perspective, holding Wolf with one arm and aiming her side arm toward the door between herself and Coyote.] [The door is suddenly ripped from its hinges, being thrown across the room. SCP-6479-2 rapidly moves through the doorframe, past the team, and into the conjoining corridor before Fox or Coyote could react. The camera view pans toward the corridor, Coyote shining the flashlight in its direction; the rear of SCP-6479 is visible for a brief moment. The door to the hallway lays on the ground, crumpled and shattered.] [Fox and Coyote both stare in the direction SCP-6479 had gone. Heavy breathing can be heard coming from Coyote. Fox turns to Wolf and then to her bag.] [Fox removes a pair of flares and lights them, throwing them into the center of the room. She deactivates her NVGs, sliding them off of her face.] Coyote: [Inaudible - Heavy Breathing.] Fox: "Hey! You in there? Can you hear me?" Coyote: [Inaudible.] Fox: "Hey, breathe, in and out. I need you." Coyote: "Uh-huh yeah… what is it?" Fox: "Can control still hear us?" [Coyote takes a moment to collect himself before answering, ripping off his NVGs. Heavy breathing is still audible against the recording device.] Coyote: "I-uh-no, no it's just the backup, it's not liv-" [Coyote inhales sharply, clutching the side of his chest. He pauses for a moment.] Fox: "Shit. You good?" Coyote: "They can't hear us-AGH… we can't hear them." [Coyote taps the recording device.] Fox: "Here." [Fox rolls an intravenous analgesic injector toward Coyote, which stops at the heel of his foot.] Fox: "Stay there." [Fox gets up and walks into the open hallway between them, rummaging is audible for several minutes.] Coyote: "Wait- be careful, Cherie? Cher!" [There is no response from Fox.] [Coyote sighs, looking down, he grasps the syringe. Rolling up his sleeve, he injects it into his arm. He looks back toward the door Fox had gone through.] Coyote: "Cher!" [There is no response.] [Coyote wraps his clothing around his wounds, fashioning his webbing into a makeshift splint. He looks toward the door again, shouting louder than he had before.] Coyote: "Cher!" Fox: [Raised Voice.] "It went the other way, stupid. Two more minutes. Is Rosya still lucid?" [Wolf limply raises his arm into the air, it quickly slumps back down to his side.] Coyote: "If-" [Coyote takes a deep breath.] Coyote: "If a kid on a school morning counts as lucid. Sure." [Fox walks back into view of the camera, holding an unconscious Collie in her arms. The primary communication equipment is seen dangling from her shoulder.] Fox: "Look who's making quips now." [Fox crouches down, placing the communications equipment on the ground and resting Collie against the wall beside Wolf as she opens a medical kit.] Coyote: "He Breathing?" [Fox removes Collie's helmet and vest, inspecting his condition.] Fox: "He's actually the least beat out of either of you." Coyote: "We don't got time- we gotta-" Fox: "If it wanted us dead, we'd be dead by now. We have the time; he'll bleed out otherwise. Now calm down." [Fox shuffles herself over to Wolf, taking out several medical instruments, gauze, and bandages; she begins to tend to Wolf's injuries. Both Fox and Coyote remain silent for around 5 minutes as Fox sanitizes the wounds and begins to apply field stitching.] Fox: "I'm surprised you remember my name." Coyote: [Snickering.] "Oh, I remember… there was a story to it, right? three first names." [Fox doesn't respond for several moments as she focuses on stitching Wolf's abdominal injury.] Fox: "Four, if you're counting the confirmation name." Coyote: "Christ." Coyote: "I remember he always used Micheale around you, I'm still partial to Cherie myself." Fox: "Don't tell him, but same." [Fox begins to fasten sanitized gauze around Wolf's wounds with bandages.] [Collie suddenly regains consciousness, jolting upward.] Collie: [Inaudible - brief heavy breathing.] Fox: "Hey, hey, shhh. Calm down. You in there?" [Fox leans over to Collie, placing her hand on the back of his head.] Collie: "Shit-I- [Inaudible.] -where-" Fox: "No time to explain, deep breaths. I need you to help these two get out of here, they're beat up pretty bad." [Fox leans back over to Wolf, re-attending to him.] [Collie moves his hand out, grasping Fox's shoulder while she tends to Wolf.] Collie: "Where's Oce'? " Coyote: "He didn't make it… and Wolf isn't going to make it unless we act fast. I need you sharp. Pull yourself up and let Fox finish. " [Collie stands up and moves toward Coyote, aiding him in standing. Coyote pushes away Collie once he is stood, ushering him to aid Fox, who continues to work on Wolf for several minutes, applying gauze and bandages to his wounds.] Fox: "Alright that's as good as I can do, Collie you need to get these two out the way we came." Coyote: "You keep saying 'you two'" [Fox closes up the medical kit, standing up, she turns toward Coyote, pausing before taking a deep breath.] Fox: "I reckon that thing's running between exits. It's been at every one we've been to. Three so far, one left. Once its gets down there it's going to find another locked gate. Then it'll come back around looking for another way out. Three exits, so that'll be the same way you're going…" [Fox points toward Wolf as Collie begins to help him onto his feet, Wolf leans heavily into Collie, obstructing his movement.] Fox: "In his state, you won't be getting far before it comes running into you." Coyote: "And you staying here helps how?" Fox: "It doesn't, I'm going after it." [Fox leans down, taking the communication equipment from the floor and fastening it to her vest.] Coyote: "You won't stop it." Fox: "I don't need to; just stall it." Coyote: "What're you talking about?- AghrH!" [Coyote clutches his chest, bending over slightly.] Coyote: "You-you're not thinking straight, you don't even know you're right. This place is a maze, could come back around. We hide…" [Coyote inhales, withholding the rest of his sentence until recuperating.] Coyote: "We hide and wait for rescue. That's an order." Fox: "No." Coyote: "What?" Fox: "No." Coyote: "The fuck are you talking about - fuck- whatever, we're moving." [Coyote grasps Fox's arm, she promptly shoves him away from her, causing him to stumble due to his injuries. Fox quickly grabs his wrist, stabilizing him.] Fox: "I said no!" Coyote: "I know- " [Coyote swallows, working himself up to speak.] Coyote: "I know this doesn't get through to you sometimes, but this is serious. It's not the- [Coughing.] -It's not the time to act brave, you should be scared! I'm scared!" Fox: "Shut up!" Fox: "I'm scared, okay?! I am! THIS IS ALL MY FAULT! Is that what you want to hear?! Do you think I don't have a hundred fucking things going through my head right now?! I feel like I'm going to vomit…" Collie: "What?!" [Collie stumbles, but manages to prevent himself and Wolf from falling over.] Fox: "But you know what? I'm not gonna go hide because of it… " Coyote: "Cherie-" Fox: "…When I picked up the radio, it was still on, I don't think they realised; they were talking about sealing the whole place off. Us included." Fox: "Shut up before you even say it. I didn't want to say it either but they WOULD, THEY WOULD. You saw that shit in Blair Atholl; they fucking would." Fox: "We hide in here, we die in here. Trapped." [There is silence for a few moments. Fox takes a deep breath.] Fox: "I do this… and they keep it open, if not for me, for you." [Coyote embraces Fox, the recording is obstructed as the camera is held up against her chest.] Coyote: "I'll do it." Fox: "I'm not chewed up, I can still give it the ol' runaround. Just like you always trained us for." [Collie pulls Coyote away from Fox and towards Wolf. Full view of the area is restored.] Collie: "C'mon, we gotta go." [Coyote turns to Collie, handing him the flashlight before pushing him back.] Coyote: "Get him out of here. I'll follow. " [Collie supports Wolf, lifting him from under his shoulder. They begin walking, retracing the route the team came from.] [Coyote turns back toward Fox. Both remain silent and stare at each other for a moment.] Coyote: "There's something you've not told me." Fox: "What do you want me to say? to tell you? what's the magic word, 'Cade?" Coyote: "I want to know you'll be alright… but you can't just do the sensible thing can you? There's something else, always has been. You could just leave the camera in this room and come with us." Fox: "I-" Coyote: "No-no-no, the truth. You said this was your fault, and you're certainly smart enough to know your plan's off the fucking wall. You want to go after it. Your game, now, or you're coming with me." Fox: "I have people, 'Cade." [Both Coyote and Fox briefly remain silent.] Fox: "…After what went down in Blair Atholl, I was about to quit. Couldn't stand it anymore, but they came, told me I had another choice. I could help, and I could still be here with the people I cared about." Fox: "A while before we got this call, they told me what was going on here. Said we'd get pulled in to clip its wings as usual, but to let it fly, the fuck up strikes again. I-I didn't think it would end up like this, that people would get hurt…" Coyote: "Why." Fox: "Personal reasons. Now quick, you know I'm not running in blind, so please just go. Save yourself." Coyote: "No. You're fucked. Royally fucked. You still haven't even answered me, what's keeping you safe." Fox: "I know where it's going, you said all the other gates pulled their lockdown switch, right? Why'd it run back to the East if it's already been there… they told me the place was built on some old mineshaft, and take a guess as to where the way down to it is. [Fox reaches into her bag, pulling out a satchel of explosives.] 'told me to blow a way out." Coyote: "So you know it's down there? and you're still gonna go? You think it's just gonna roll over like a puppy!?" Coyote: "It's a mindless fucking beast, IT KILLED EVERYONE HERE! IT KILLED OCE'!" [Coyote lurches over, grasping onto the door frame, he begins coughing violently, splatters of blood covering the floor. Fox reaches out toward him, Coyote limply raises his hand and she stops. He breathes in at an increasingly slower pace before continuing to talk.] Coyote: "I- you don't have to do this. I…please Cherie, if not for me or yourself, do it for Amvrosy. You know he told me what it's like - to know that you're the one who gets to live when it's all your fault anybody died at all; how much it eats at you. That doesn't mean you have to die too, he told me that on my first gig…." Coyote: "…Not convinced. Come with me." [Fox sighs, moving backward until leaning on a nearby wall.] Fox: "When I was a kid…" Coyote: "Jesus-" Fox: "You said convince you, this will, I promise." [Coyote leans back onto the opposite wall from Fox, clutching his side.] Coyote: "Cut it short." Fox: "When I was a kid, living out in the country, we had this dog. Dad… he… he hated it, I think. I'm not really sure. He never let it outside, never fed it right, put it to bed way too early." Coyote: "Mhm." Fox: "It did like Mom though, she loved the thing. Held it all night, fed it leftovers when Dad wasn't looking. 'Sweet thing', she'd call it." Coyote: "Sounds like a normal life. For a dog." Fox: "You'd think; one day dad left the doggy gate open, could get into the hall, where the front door was. Then it opened." "Mom was in the doorway, tried to stop it. That sweet little dog bit her, badly. Then it ran into the field." [Coyote stops leaning on the wall.] Coyote: "I was never one for parables. Your point being?" Fox: "Point being I can recongise a desperate animal. Pe-… animals do things without thinking when they're cornered, abused, scared. They don't go looking for trouble, sometimes you're just the only thing between them and freedom. I saw that in Blair Atholl, and I can see it here. " [Coyote walks toward Fox, embracing her.] Fox: "'Cade… I-" [Coyote switches on the primary communications equipment attached to Fox. Control begins to demand a status report on the team shortly thereafter.] [Coyote grasps fox, turning her around.] Fox: "Wait-WHAT ARE YOU-" [Coyote puts his hand over Fox's mouth, stopping her from speaking.] Coyote: "Command, Fox, respectfully, shut up." [Control goes silent. Fox begins to struggle, the camera feed becomes partially less coherent.] Coyote: "Tell me without any- [Coyote coughs violently, but continues speaking.] b-bullshit, does that door lead directly to the East Exit?" [Control informs Coyote that it does indeed lead toward the East Exit.] Coyote: "Is there any way to get from down that hall, to the way we came in, without going through this junction?" [Control responds, guaranteeing the area they are in is the only path to the entry point.] Coyote: "Alright then, Command…" [Coyote inhales deeply.] Coyote: "Collie and Wolf are on their way, I'm catching up. We'll need medical teams on standby when we're back. Fox is going to distract… whatever that thing is… until we're out. Copy all that?" [Control responds, requesting more information.] Coyote: "No- [cough] no time. She'll explain." [Coyote moves away from Fox, grunting, he presses his hand into his side again. The footage switches back to Fox's perspective as the secondary recording device is switched off.] Coyote: "Hmgh… there you go." [Coyote breathes in, then pauses for a moment. Swallowing.] Coyote: "Did-" [Coyote wheezes, swallowing again. He lifts his palm, lightly coughing into it. His palm is not visible from the angle of the camera feed, though blood can be seen dripping from his mouth.] [Coyote looks over his shoulder, then back toward Fox.] Coyote: "I'd better catch up." [He turns away, and begins to walk out of the room.] Fox: "That your goodbye?" [Coyote stops in the doorway, but does not turn back to face Fox.] Coyote: "That dog…" Coyote: "It end up runnin' free?" Fox: "No…" Fox:"…It came back after that. But-" Fox: "-Mom didn't look at it the same. They got rid of it after a while." Coyote: "Do what you have to do, Cherie." Fox: "Yes, Sir." [Coyote flips his NVGs over his face and walks out of view, Fox stares at the doorway momentarily, before turning toward the adjacent hallway in which SCP-6479-2 had gone through. She walks into the hallway, then turns back, walking back toward her rifle lying on the ground. She picks it up, holding it in one arm. Walking up to the remains of Fallow and Ocelot, she takes the remaining magazines in Fallow's webbing, along with a flashlight from Ocelot's, attaching it to her rifle. Fox proceeds to follow in the direction of SCP-6479-2, keeping the flashlight on.] [Control requests Fox to elaborate on the details of the plan and the current situation. Fox does not slow her pace to talk and her words are thus disjointed.] Fox: "Fallow and Oce'… they didn't make it. I don't want to talk about it." [Fox enters a corridor perpendicular to the one she was in, she looks from left to right intermittently. She begins searching through the various pouches attached to her vest.] Fox: "Shit." Fox: "I left the map. Left or right?" [Control informs her to stay put while they consult their map. Fox complies. The wall in front of her is constructed out of glass, she walks closer to it, peering into the office on the other side.] [Control instructs her to go left, Fox jolts up from her slouched posture. She turns to her left and continues walking down the corridor.] [Control requests further elaboration on the location of the survivors. Fox once again does not slow down to talk, fumbling over her words as she comes to another bi-directional corridor.] Fox: "Oh-yeah uh… Wolf, Collie, and Kin- Coyote are on their way out the way we- left or right?" [Control responds for her to go right, she pivots her body to the right and quickly begins to walk down the corridor.] Fox: "Yeah, they're going out the way they came, they're pretty beat up tough, ETA like 20-30 minutes? Not sure." [Control requests to know why she isn't escorting them. Fox does not respond until passing into the next junction, she looks to her right, toward an open supply closet.] Fox: "Left or right?" [Control informs Fox to turn left.] [Fox complies, turning slowly leftward and walking into the next room.] [Fox passes through a set of swing doors, stopping immedietly. Laying face up in front of her on the floor is what initially appeared to be the remains of a woman, later identified as ███████. Fox begins to move forward, but as she steps over ███████, the later convulses. Fox steps back, staring at her.] [Fox whispers under her breath, the audio had to be artificially boosted in order to transcribe it.] Fox: "No no no no no. God, please." [███████ reaches up toward Fox, flexing her fingers. She is unable to speak, only a gargle is audible. Fox approaches her, crouching down. Heavy lacerations across her face, rendering her blind, as well as severe blunt force trauma to her torso, are observable.] Fox: "Can you hear me? Can you walk-" [Fox presses her hand onto ███████'s thigh and runs her hand across it, a crunch is audible. Fox pulls her hands back and pauses.] [Control attempt to speak but are quickly cut off by Fox.] Fox: "Shut up, please. I know what I'm doing." [Fox reaches down to ███████'s opposite leg, tearing a section of clothing off, and hurriedly forming it into a tourniquet. After applying the tourniquet, Fox slides off her backpack from her shoulders. She drops it onto the ground and places it under ███████'s injured leg, lifting it above her torso. Fox then pivots, dragging both ███████ and the backpack, resting her back against the nearby wall.] [Fox crouches down and leans into her, inspecting her facial injuries.] Fox: "It's okay- I-" [███████ lunges forward and coughs violently, spraying both the camera and fox in blood. Fox jolts backward out of surprise. She returns her attention to ███████, who has stopped moving. Fox holds two fingers to her neck.] [Fox stands back up, using her heel to kick her backpack toward her before picking it up.] [She stands in silence for several minutes.] [Fox turns and begins walking again, but is otherwise silent. The camera continues to be obscured and finer details are blurred.] [Control request that Fox wipe the camera feed. Fox slows down and wipes the lens, restoring the quality of the recording.] [Fox continues walking until stopping inside an open corridor connected to several possible routes. She is initially silent.] Fox: "Which way?" [Control denies her request until they receive information on why she isn't escorting the survivors.] Fox: "Don't worry about it. Which way?" [Control continues to refuse to collaborate until they are better informed.] Fox: "Whatever…" [Fox chooses to walk to her left, entering the next room over, she sees a closed door in front of her. She steps backward, spinning around and continuing down the right side of the corridor. Fox enters the connected room, finding a door disconnected from its hinges, lying on the floor. She walks through the open doorway, coming into an area with a central glass-walled office, a corridor wrapping around it. Fox walks close to the glass, spotting an open doorway at the other end of the office, similarly, the doors are ripped from their hinges.] [Fox walks around the office, through the doorway on the opposite end, and into an open-plan recreational area.] [Control again requests Fox disclose her full intentions. Fox does not respond and begins walking around the edges of the recreational area, peering into each open doorway she passes. Entering one to her right, Fox walks down a short hall, stopping in front of three doors. Each has a bathroom symbol attached to it.] [Fox sighs and turns around, walking back into the open area. She continues walking around the edge until turning into an archway leading into a junction with four paths.] Fox: "I don't have time for this, tell me." [Control refuse.] Fox: "Please." [Control reaffirms their position.] [Fox leans into a wall behind her, inhaling deeply.] Fox: "Fine, I don't need you. 'Least as long as I'm alive it'll prove you killed them, hopefully, your conscious gets the better of you." [Fox turns off the radio receiver on the comms equipment, stopping Control from communicating with her, but still allowing them to view the live feed.] [Fox continues straight ahead, entering a security checkpoint. She looks to the side toward a similar window as to which the team had previously climbed through, the glass is likewise shattered. She approaches, leaning over the edge to look inside. There is nothing of note. Fox vaults over, making her way to the other side of the checkpoint.] [Fox looks around, standing in a room with multiple routes. She begins to speak but cuts herself off.] Fox: "Hmm.." [Fox looks down, noticing a trail of glass leading from the broken glass in the checkpoint, into an adjacent section. She begins to follow it, allowing her to walk through several more rooms and corridors without directions from Control.] [Fox looks at a sign above an archway designating the room ahead as the East Exit. She raises her rifle to her face and proceeds slowly. The set of doors leading into the atrium are lying destroyed on the floor. She steps inside, passing through a metal detector.] [Directly in front of Fox is the sealed east gate, a thick metal door that blocks access to the elevator and stairwell. It is covered in deep scratch marks. To her left is a small security booth, and to her right there is a set of dented bar-operated fire doors, a sign beside them reading 'To Maintenance' along with a downward facing arrow.] [Fox shines the flashlight attached to her rifle around the atrium from right to left, then right to left. She repeats this several times.] [She then begins moving toward the security booth, at a faster pace than she had been previously moving. She leans in, lighting the interior haphazardly. There is nothing of note.] [Fox leans back, and walks across the center of the atrium, walking toward the set of push-bar fire doors. There are several pieces of broken glass around the doors, however, Fox does not seem to pay attention to them.] [Fox presses the side of her hip into the push bar, allowing her weight to open the doors, standing against them to keep them open. She tilts her gun down a metal frame stairwell directly in front of her. Fox looks directly to the ground, and can see the bottom of the stairwell through the gaps.] [Fox's aim focuses on the door visible through the stairway, it is similar to the one she just entered through, but does not have any sign of damage.] [Fox begins jogging quickly down the stairwell, the live recording device becomes worse as she descends. The audio and footage are still mostly legible.] [Fox reaches the bottom of the stairwell, approaching the set of closed doors. She brushes her hand against the door. She then pushes on the bar, opens the doors and leans inside the maintenance corridor. She quickly retracts her body and closes the doors.] [Fox reactivates the receiver, but the connection is too low quality for her to communicate with Control.] Fox: "Control?" [Inaudible.] Fox: "Shit." [Fox turns around, initially moving up several stairs before stopping. Visible behind the staircase is a separate stairway leading downward. Fox vaults over the railing to her right, approaching it. She briefly looks up before continuing down. The sides of the stairway give way to an uncovered rock face, Fox passes through a plastic sheet at the bottom of the stairs and begins to cough, lurching over. She grips the gas mask hanging from her webbing, but lets go of it after her breathing returns to normal.] [Fox deliberately pans the view of the camera around, showcasing an underground chamber filled with support beams and degraded construction equipment. She moves toward another plastic sheet, passing under a 'no entry' sign, she goes through it. Directly in front of her is a pile of collapsed wooden support beams, Fox crouches down, crawling under them. Only the floor of the cavern is visible for roughly 10 minutes as Fox struggles to move through a tight gap in the debris on her stomach. The recording becomes choppy and only brief segments of audio are legible on a series of still frames. A long narrow section is visible for one frame, the footage remains still on it.] [Walking is heard along with intermittent coughing for several minutes. Fox's breathing becomes gradually heavier and more fast-paced. Two more frames of footage are seen, though the angle and lack of clarity suggest Fox is moving erratically. 12 minutes after entering the caves, Fox screams.] [There is no further sound for a minute following the scream, at which point steady breathing becomes audible. Several more frames of footage are seen. In front of the camera, lying on the cavern floor, are human remains. In the forefront of the first two of these frames is a skull partly covered by a pot helmet, in the background there are more remains but they are obscured by clothing. The subsequent frames show these at a closer angle, revealing there are six individual bodies. Beside the remains are two rusted swords, and several rotted sticks of wood. The next frame shows Fox leaning around a corner, multiple bone fragments, and a single leather boot are lying in a relatively straight passage in front of her. Intact support beams line the sides and the ceiling of this passage.] [The footage becomes more coherent, though still choppy. Fox is now walking down a straight passage lined with wooden support beams. While walking, Fox passes through an intersecting passage to her left and right. There is a large shard of glass lying on the ground to her right, though she walks past this and continues moving forward. Eventually, Fox comes to a pile of rocks and other debris that block the way forward. The support beams here are snapped and charred.] [Fox kneels down, opening her backpack. The frames jump to show an explosive device attached to the rocks. The frames jump again, the explosive device has been opened, and Fox is handling exposed circuitry.] Fox: "Fuck-fuck… come on…" [Fox slams her fist into the device, several rocks can be heard falling around her. There is a pause in noise before a single rock is heard falling from behind.] [The next frames show Fox standing up and turning around, aiming her rifle and flashlight toward SCP-6479 which is manifested on the floor of the cavern. The immedietly subsequent frames are illegible. The next focused frame shows the face of SCP-6479-2 at the farthest end of the tunnel from Fox, beyond the range of the flashlight. Several minutes pass with little movement, SCP-6479-2 maintains eye contact with Fox.] [The camera violently pans down to the ground, the next frames show Fox lying on her knees.] [Fox lurches over, a pool of vomit forms on the floor in between frames. She brings her mouth closer to the microphone.] Fox: "Fucked up again." Fox: "Sorry." [Foxs breathing becomes shaky, she inhales deeply, and short bursts of breathing continue to be heard in-between gaps in the audio.] Fox: "Thought I could-" Fox: "I just had to- I couldn't just run… it's my…" Fox: "…I always meant right. P-p-please-please just remember that. Not… this don't remember me like that, please don't." [Fox appears to turn off the flashlight attached to her gun.] Fox: "I let it all out." Fox: "Felt so boxed in, it gets so hard to breathe." Fox: "Door opens, you take it, don't matter what's in the way." Fox: "Don't think anybody's gonna understand why I did it, they never have. Just see that I did it. Lose what's left. So please, don't think of me for this." Fox: "Still worrying about myself…" Fox: "Maybe I am selfi-" [The camera pans up as Fox's body falls backward, SCP-6479-2 is inches from Fox, who raises her hand to her face. Moving her hand back down, it pulls a string of saliva.] [Fox falls further back, now leaning against the pile of rocks blocking the passage. Both SCP-6479-2 and Fox remain still for a moment. Fox begins slowly moving her hand toward the former, gently caressing the side of SCP-6479-2's muzzle.] [Fox pulls her hand away slowly, turning it to face her palm. It is covered in blood. Fox caresses SCP-6479's face again, tracing a slash through its left eye with her thumb.] [The camera pans to the left as Fox pivots down, reaching into her medical kit. It pans back.] [The live feed is manually cut, presumably by Fox.] Field After-Action Report: UT Agent Fox was recovered unconscious, 3 days after the incident, 200 meters from Site-26, severely dehydrated and emaciated. A previously unmarked entrance to the dilapidated mines beneath Site-26 was uncovered, likely having been cleared out by UT Agent Fox over several days as evidenced by her physical condition. An undetonated explosive device was discovered near the entrance, it is believed to have malfunctioned. SCP-6479 was not discovered on site; Mobile Task Force Lamba-7 (Codename: Fox Hounds) has been dispatched to track down and recontain SCP-6479. All other remaining elements of Universal Task Force-22 were recovered without incident at 19:30 on the date of the incident. Pending update to the containment procedures of SCP-6479 as containment experts review Incident-Log-26-6479. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6479" by locomotivefaox, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6479. Licensed under CC-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-6480 | safe | andromedaz Cold showers are a SCAM! 📗, by andromedaz For more of my works, visit Andromedaz's Universe of Dreams! Critters? Critters! Thank yous to CEDRIS does not match any existing user name and Roufhous for looking at this. Item#: 6480 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6480 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6480 is contained in a standard safe-class item locker in Sector-C of Site-37. No further interaction necessary. Description: SCP-6480 is a standard letter paperback book weighing 190 grams. SCP-6480 lacks an entrance and contains 220 pages. Each page of SCP-6480 is printed with 30 lines, which lack proper formatting. These lines are written with various letters from all known lingual scripts, and written in arbitrary orders without systematic consistency. The anomalous effect of SCP-6480 occurs when a subject concentrates on the pages, which allows them to read and decipher individual lines, regardless of what languages they are capable of understanding. Testing shows that SCP-6480's content does not read the same consistently. However, the content of SCP-6480 triggers similar effects in all subjects, including temporary increases in dopamine levels. Additionally, the content of SCP-6480 focuses on the same topic for all subjects, which is providing advice for improving physical and mental health. Most of the advice provided from SCP-6480 lacks longevity effects however. Addendum-1: Discovery SCP-6480 was discovered in a junkyard in Red Deer, Canada, by a local resident on May 13, 2018. Following the discovery of its anomalous effects, the individual passed the book over to law enforcement, which attracted Foundation attention. SCP-6480 was acquired with several loose papers, appearing to be torn from a journal book. The content of these pages is transcribed below verbatim. October 21 I don't know why I'm still writing in this thing. My days are about as interesting as a blank canvas, and my motivation is at the bottom of the ocean. All I'm doing when I'm not writing in this thing is laying and staring at the ceiling, while listening to the ticking of clocks. I wish I remembered how this got started. I used to be the happiest kid ever, running on the streets and dreaming of the future. Now that I've realized how intimidating and depressing the world is, my dreams feel like they're dark mountains on the opposite side of a deep, dark ocean too grand to swim across. And all my guardians tell me when I approach them is, 'it's a phase, you'll grow out of it.' I want out. I'm tired of laying around waiting for better days. October 30 I talked to one of my last loyal friends, Omariz, for the first time in a few weeks. He's a quirky guy, and the type of person who believes there are lost alien civilizations in our past, or that world leaders are actually aliens in suits. Our conversation veered in the direction of my mental state, and I told him how empty I felt. That got him excited, and he told me that he knew how I felt, and how he knew the perfect solution. A book, without any title, or author name, or any decipherable content on its pages was what he gave me. He told me that he once felt lost, but that the book he handed me became the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm shocked to hear that Omariz once felt like me. It's unlike him, all hyperactive half the time. After realizing the nonsense scribbled in it, I rejected the book. I told Omariz he could keep his 'exotic and unheard of solutions' for himself. Yes, that is what he called them. But he pressured me into keeping it, and told me to embrace the letters, instead of getting confused by them; whatever that meant. I asked him where the book came from, and he told me, 'don't worry about it! You and me know there are parts of this world obscured from the rest. That book is from one of those places. It will change who you are forever!' So now I have yet another thing to add to my collection of things I keep but never use. Fantastic. November 5 I think I need to give Omariz some glory here. His book of nonsense is better worded as his book of magic. I took another flip through the pages, and realized that the various figures began to look like readable phrases. Like something right out of a fantasy book for children. I don't know if reading is the right way to describe it. Maybe interpret is a better word, as it felt like the words were pretending to form, rather than actually form; I don't know how to describe it. Like I was reading alien scripts but somehow understanding them. At first, the phrases were rather mundane, but as I continued reading, I became more engaged. I began seeing positive quotes and words in the lines. Soon enough, I felt the positive influence overtaking the void inside me. I started to feel less like I was a shell of my former self, and more capable of accomplishment. One of my favorite lines was 'the feeling of the dark void is needed to feel the warmth of the light.' Maybe this is it! I can finally find the ambition to get out of my dark, depressive room! Actually, I can almost imagine myself walking into the waters before those dark mountains that are my dreams! November 12 I've read Omariz's book for several days now. It has started giving me advice on physical improvement, and they do feel effective. I never knew that a better change was just a few cold showers and workouts away! And the reading of some motivational quotes. I've also been trying to replace artificial sugar with natural sugar; you know, fruits and stuff. And like the book told me, I feel much better. Positive diet-positive health is how I really work I suppose. It finally feels like I have the energy to cross the ocean between me and my dreams. Of course, change does not happen overnight, but to quote the book once again 'good things take time, and don't come immediately. Work hard, and your goals will come to pass.' I feel that I can achieve my goals! It also promised me I would feel like a completely different and better individual in a few weeks of reading it consistently! Oh wow! I can't wait! December 2 The amount of positive energy Omariz's book is giving me is unlike anything before! I went to thank him, but all he replied with was complaints about how I doubted him. I guess people really are good at finding something to complain about. He's like that sometimes anyway, and in return I can thank the book for not making a fuss out of something that small. Some of the phrases the book gave me at first have started to go dull, but it doesn't matter much anyway. I can just look in another part of the book, and it effectively generates more words. Then it feels even better. At this point, I'm swimming with speed through the water towards the mountains! Speaking of all this, my guardians have started to notice the changes in me. I've been complaining about my emptiness to them for months, and they are happy that I've finally found a way out. I just hope they don't leave it all on me like this for any future blocks I run into. I might not have Omariz's magic then. December 27 Omariz book is starting to feel less fulfilling. I mean, it's still helpful, and I keep coming back to read it, but it feels like the old stuff that was once inspiring feels numb. I can always look in other parts of the book in an attempt to find new phrases, but it is starting to become harder to find. Everything I read is starting to feel the same. I mean it's not bad. But it's not giving me that rush of adrenaline I'm looking for. I feel like I'm running low on stamina to swim across the ocean. Yeah, I guess that metaphor is not going anywhere. A week ago, the book told me that I should start setting some smaller goals before tackling the bigger ones. That is what I've done, which is mostly just getting a better mindset. But now I'm starting to feel stuck, and the only help I have is the book and it's advice. I know it said 'always be patient', but it was promising resolutions in a few weeks, but that is now turning into months. It is really testing my patience at this point. I am not ready to give up yet though. Something that is lost can always be found again. Right? January 18 I had to turn pages for almost forty minutes before I finally found something that gave some excitement. Pretty much everything that gave me that boost from the start has become a bunch of cliches. I don't even remember what the quote that gave me the excitement was. I'm coming clean to say that this book is slowly starting to get old. But at the same time, I cannot let go. I'm not giving up on it. I don't want to. If it made me feel inspired before, it has to be able to make me feel inspired again. I'm starting to feel change, but not in a good way. I don't know w February 3 I feel hopeless and empty, again. And I know why. Not only because of the old void that I thought had been eliminated from me two months ago. It is because of the book! I'm right where I started, looking for some 'perfect quote' from some magic papers. I could probably sit here for hours now before I found something inspiring in this paperback. And now when I take my face out of the pages, I discover that all the progress I thought I made towards my goal of improvement was just a facade. In reality, I have not made any progress! Deep down, I'm still in a state that would be equivalent to staring at the ceiling. All I've done is looked for pleasure in words and followed ineffective advice, thinking that they had longevity, which they don't at all! I'd say I feel even worse than when I started, with this in mind. At the bottom of an abyss even before the ocean shore, with an impossible climb out. I'm throwing this thing out, along with the pages I wrote about it in my journal. I want nothing to do with it, nor do I want Omariz to find it again. There is something valuable I learned from this. Omariz said the book would change who I was, like never before. But change is not what I wanted. I wanted improvement! So this is all I can say. Improvement is more important than change. And improvement has not happened at all. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6480" by andromedaz , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6480. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6481 | euclid | SCP-6481 By: Lt Flops Published on 02 May 2022 16:21 ▷ 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-6481: Nipple Centipedes By: Ellie3 & Lt Flops Published on 02 May 2022 More by these authors Ellie3 Lt Flops Special Thanks — Critters & Beta Readers LightlessLantern LORDXVNV dxvi [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This article features detailed descriptions of parasitic infestation, infant mortality, and other shocking content. SCP-6481 SCP Series 7 » SCP-6481 ITEM: SCP-6481 LEVEL 2/6481 CLASS: euclid restricted DISRUPTION CLASS: 2/vlam Special Containment Procedures: All recovered instances of SCP-6481 are to be contained within L-SIACT..Large, Standard Insectoid Anomaly Containment Terraria Foundation Medical operatives employed at hospitals are to monitor for SCP-6481 infestation and amnesticize affected in-patients. Because of the outsized logistical challenges involved in this operation, providing psychotherapeutic support to persons continuing to exhibit distress after amnestic treatment is considered beyond the scope of containment efforts. If applicable, infant deaths may be explained via cover story referencing neonatal asphyxia. Fig. 1.1 A mature SCP-6481 instance after exiting a host body. Note the white substance that pooled during expulsion (hover to unredact). Description: SCP-6481 is a species of macroparasitic centipede that populates urban hospitals that exhibit unsanitary conditions. SCP-6481 instances reproduce exclusively inside the human body. Instances perceive no phenotypic sex difference among human hosts whether female, male, or intersex. Each viable instance locomotes into a bodily orifice and navigates the host body, pursuing the mammary glands. After having settled, it lays 60–150 eggs inside the mammary alveoli. These eggs have a median incubation period of 14 days. After the eggs hatch, the parent instance secretes prolactin into the surrounding intramammary veins, thereby promoting lactation and providing sustenance for the offspring. At the onset of maturity, offspring traverse the lactiferous ducts and egress through the nipples (Fig. 1.1). Fully developed adult instances reach lengths of 15 cm. A different approach is taken in the event that an SCP-6481 instance reproduces inside a child-rearing host. When its offspring reach maturity and are ready to leave the body, the instances secrete pheromones that induce the host to breastfeed. During breastfeeding, the human infant chokes on SCP-6481 offspring and expires. Then, the offspring feed on the corpse from the inside out. After organ consumption, SCP-6481 instances egress through the bodily orifices. The behaviour SCP-6481 exhibit when exposed to pregnant hosts is presently under investigation. ADDENDA MATERIALS Investigatory Findings BACKGROUND: Golden Valley Medical Centre was an independent hospital in Ontario, Canada, which provided for-profit health care. It administered maternity care, long-term care, and various other services. Erected in 1953, the aging building complex required costly renovations and maintenance from 2010 onwards. Amid financial straits, the hospital’s operating company consolidated its services, and relocated its staff, supplies, and equipment to sister facility Silver Hill General Hospital. It underwent liquidation bankruptcy in 2021. Queen’s Park.The seat of the Provincial Parliament of Ontario. declared the hospital condemned in 2022 and issued its demolition at a later date. SCP-6481 CONTEXT: Golden Valley’s Maternity Ward sustained a frequency of SCP-6481 activity that was significantly greater than the yearly average among other hospitals. All instances to date have been successfully contained and their effects concealed. The Canadian Vital Statistics Registry also reported a disproportionately large number of miscarriages at Golden Valley in the same period. These factors, alongside its vacancy, designated Golden Valley a suitable candidate for investigation. Shortly before its demolition, a covert research team helmed by Mobile Task Force Psi-0 (“Cassandra’s Canaries”) commenced an investigation at Golden Valley under the guise of a geotechnical survey. VIDEO LOG DATE: 30 April 2022 OBJECTIVE: Determine a source for SCP-6481 activity. NOTE: MTF-Ψ-0 piloted an autonomous telemetry drone into the Golden Valley Medical Centre. It engaged in exploration activities for 32 hours. [BEGIN LOG] RAISA NOTICE — Log Format: Footage Source | Footage Description [IRRELEVANT EXPLORATORY DATA OMITTED FOR BREVITY] DRONE CAMERA | Drone hovers 2 m above the lip of a trench that was excavated along the southern exterior of the hospital complex. AUXILIARY SITE CAMERA | Drone descends; exits view. DRONE CAMERA | Drone descent continues below grade, capturing exposed underground utilities. At $d=−24m$, it meets the bottom and travels eastward, following the trench laterally until it terminates. Drone identifies a narrow gap in the base of the trench wall. It enters into a subterranean junction. LASER-ILLUMINATED INFRARED CAMERA | Travel continues north, along the ceiling of a tunnel that depresses for 45 m and resolves at an antechamber. Numerous SCP-6481 instances linger in a heap, beshrouding a warm (≈37°C), humid space beyond. Drone advances. Instances adhere to the drone, exercising coordinated swarming to block ingress; the drone continues undeterred. Drone enters a pitch-dark, cavernous chamber embedded deep in the earth. Positional data indicate the Maternity Ward is located at grade-level above. Camera swivels downward. The entire chamber is panoptic in layout, and at its base, terminates in a platform overlooking a large basin structure. Abutting the chamber walls are hundreds of organic pods. Each one is enmeshed in a thin, moist, translucent membrane resembling human flesh pulled taut. Many pods contain infants resting inside, though some sit vacant. The pods constitute a ringed stack extruding from the floor to the chamber’s ceiling. Drone descends to basin-level. A dense cluster of SCP-6481 instances line the basin’s rim. Camera tilts 60° upward. In the middle of the chamber, a colossal SCP-6481 instance (6481-ALPHA) jockeys pods by the meticulous use of hundreds of legs in tandem. Each pod contains a human with a fatty body plan and elongated, slender limbs. Body proportions are roughly adult. The humans are nude and inactive, with inflamed chests pulsating rhythmically and facial cavities covered in paste. 6481-ALPHA is immersed in an opaque white substance containing a mixture of water, C12H22O11-rich carbohydrates, lipids, protein, and other, trace minerals. It wades in a pool of unknown depth, masking additional submerged legs. Its thorax measures at least 15 m. 6481-ALPHA readies a pod just anterior to its mouth. The human inside crawls around in a quick, erratic manoeuvre, mimicking that of a centipede. The pod tips backward; 6481-ALPHA quickly feeds on the human contained within, crushing its torso with sharp mandibles, and then disposes of the depleted form. Fig. 1.2 Drone creates distance between 6481-ALPHA and itself, now inspecting the platform. Here, a number of other humans mill at the pods along the wall. Each individual human is frail; these humans are of advanced age. Distending from each human’s abdomen is a deflated sac covered in papilla. Drone inspects a nearby pod. One human crouches and interfaces with the pod. It employs a sac to nourish the infant through stored calcium deposits. Another human of this stature undergoes movement. Drone follows the human. It lowers its body to a prone position and ambulates, steadily dragging itself. Its limbs tremor; thin, long, and atrophied. A thick, white substance trails behind it, marked with human handprints (Fig. 1.2). [...] Drone continues exploring and sampling this area for several hours before exiting. [END LOG] AFTERWORD The former Golden Valley Medical Centre was levelled on 2 May 2022 without further consequence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6481" by Ellie3 & Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6481. Licensed under CC-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-6482 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-6482 - Tag Written by MirageTD MORE BY THIS AUTHOR 95.56% (+129) 4.44% (-6) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6482 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Still of SCP-6482 taken from Brookdale Ocean Shores surveillance footage. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6482's remains are stored in a standard container at Site-23. Description: Prior to neutralization, SCP-6482 was a humanoid entity composed of particles of hydroxyapatite, salt and other minerals, weighing 2.7kg. The particles are no longer animate and have no other apparent anomalous properties. Addendum 6482.1: Discovery On 2021-08-11, SCP-6482 was seen by civilians "coalescing" on the west edge of Ocean Shores, Washington. The entity walked approximately 3km to Brookdale Ocean Shores, an assisted living facility located on the east side of the peninsula. On arrival, the entity proceeded to the common area of the facility. Surveillance equipment recorded SCP-6482 as it walked behind Josef Weiss, a senior resident, who appeared to be asleep in his wheelchair. SCP-6482 touched Weiss on the shoulder, waking him. Weiss turned to look at SCP-6482 as its particles became inert and the entity dissolved. Weiss appeared confused, but after several seconds he smiled, then lost consciousness. When containment teams arrived at Brookdale Ocean Shores, Weiss was deceased. An autopsy revealed that his heart had failed. Addendum 6482.2: Interview Log Interviewed: Josef Weiss's daughter, Amelia Weiss-Thompson Interviewer: Doctor Maxwell Young <Begin Log> Dr. Young: You say you know what happened? Please explain, from the beginning. Weiss-Thompson: Sure. Dad had this friend he knew since they were kids, Daniel Owens. He was like family. We went to his funeral, he died just a few years ago. His family scattered his ashes on the same beach that thing appeared on. Dr. Young: You believe it was Daniel? Weiss-Thompson: Yeah, and I don't think he killed him. Dad had heart disease for a while, it was just his time. Dr. Young: Do you have any idea why it targeted your father? Weiss-Thompson: I think so. Dad and Dan always horsed around, even in their old age they acted like two of the Stooges around each other. Every so often they'd get into this game of tag, Dad told me it was something that started when they were teenagers. Dan was 'it' when he passed. Weiss-Thompson pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket and wipes tears off her face. Weiss-Thompson: The old bugger never could stand to lose. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6482" by MirageTD, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6482. Licensed under CC-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: ghost.jpg Author: Jolanta Dyr, modified by MirageTD License: CC BY-SA 3.0 PL Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hallway_of_W%C5%82adys%C5%82aw_Broniewski_Museum_in_Warsaw_-_01.jpg |
SCP-6483 | esoteric-class | Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / No Return Hub / Antarctic Exchange Hub » SCP-6483 by LORDXVNV & Ralliston Co-written by LORDXVNV and Ralliston. ► LORDXVNV's Authorpage ► Ralliston's Authorpage For translators, here is a direct link to each iteration: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6483-1 https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6483-2 A Christmas gift to our two good friends, J Dune and PlaguePJP. Hope you enjoy. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6483 Level2 Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo A section of Site-322, as seen during a Nativitatis Event. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-120 / Site-322 Dir. Council / P. Lague J. Rivera / A. Coix N/A A photo of SCP-6483, taken from his personal belongings. Special Containment Procedures: Per new Foundation-wide orders in accordance with Directive Alpha/1911 and the Integration Program,1 SCP-6483 is to be employed at Site-322 as maintenance personnel and seasonal entertainment. He is no longer to be referred to by the standard object pronouns,2 with personnel being advised to instead use his preferred pronouns.3 SCP-6483 has a microscale Scranton Reality Anchor implanted in his spine; the anchor is to be checked for proper function weekly. Should it fail, allowing the entity to initiate a Nativitatis Event, Site-322 is to immediately initiate an ontokinetic lockdown until the threat is properly dealt with. SCP-6483's weekly therapy sessions are considered a priority. Description: SCP-6483 is a 67-year-old Class IV human reality bender, legally named Nicolas Roberts, measuring 179 centimeters in height and 104 kilograms in weight. SCP-6483 has only ever used his abilities to achieve Christmas-themed reality alterations. Whether this is by choice or due to external factors remains unknown. SCP-6483's past reality-warping actions have included: altering his immediate surroundings to align with the western European aesthetic of Christmas; changing his clothing to that of the stereotypical outfit of Santa Claus; manifesting "Christmas meals" comprised of the cultural holiday foods corresponding to nearby individuals; generating small items and gifts desired by individuals around him;4 instantly teleporting to the North and South Poles; passively increasing personnel happiness and satisfaction around him. If multiple the above actions are undertaken simultaneously in one location, the event following is referred to as a Nativitatis Event. During such a time, SCP-6483 will engage in a Christmas supper with people in his current location.5 Upon the completion of the supper, he will teleport to another location and repeat the event. He will repeat this until he becomes too tired to do so, at which time he will return to his accommodations.6 Unless ontokinetically suppressed, SCP-6483 will undertake these actions, regardless of current surroundings or time of year. It is unknown how SCP-6483 selects locations for Nativitatis Events; when questioned, he stated that he "goes wherever is most in need of the Christmas spirit." However, for the duration of his containment, he has only teleported between Foundation sites. Discovery: SCP-6483 was discovered on 28/10/2019 in Michigan, United States, when the Foundation was alerted to reports of reality-altering activity. The event, retroactively labeled as the first recorded Nativitatis Event, was not considered a significant veil breach, but the continued freedom of SCP-6483 made future veil breaches inevitable. The Foundation intervened, administering amnestics to witnesses of the event and spreading a misinformation campaign that the event was an early Christmas Festival organized by civilians. SCP-6483 was then transported to the nearby Site-322,7 where the following interview was conducted. Date: 28/10/2019 Interviewed Nicolas Roberts (later designated SCP-6483) Interviewer: Dr. Anthony Coix [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Coix: Good evening, Mr. Roberts. My name is Dr. Anthony Coix. I'm here so we can figure a few things out. Roberts attempts to stand up, but Coix dismissively waves for him to stay seated. Dr. Coix: You're not in trouble. I just have a few questions for you. Roberts: <nervously> Ho ho ho! Of course, And please, call me Nick, Saint Nick, Santa, Santa Claus… any of those are fine! Ho ho ho! Dr. Coix smiles thinly, raising his eyebrow a little. Dr. Coix: Of course, Mr. Roberts. Brief pause, during which Coix browses through documents on his tablet. Dr. Coix: Now, you've been told why you're here? Roberts: Indeed! Ho ho! That won't be happening again, sir; I didn't realize Christmas joy was now illegal in America, ho ho! Dr. Coix: Oh, it's still legal. I'm talking about your abilities. Immediately, the smile drops from Roberts' face. His eyes dart back and forth as he approaches Coix, getting close and whispering. Roberts: <almost whispering:> How do you know of this? Did the elves tell you?! Dr. Coix: …yes. The elves. Roberts looks around himself, standing up. Roberts: You will not stop me again, you bastards! <starts to walk around the room, visibly trying to find the exit> I haven't missed a single Christmas delivery since '98's factory fire, and this year will be no different! Ho ho ho ho ho! Ho ho ho ho ho!!! Coix sighs. He rubs his face with his hands. Coix: What did you say your name was again? Roberts: I am Father Christmas to the pagans, Saint Nicholas to the Christians, Kris Kringle to the donut companies, Santa Claus to the capitalists, and to all the good little boys and girls of the world, simply Santa. Coix rolls his eyes. Roberts: Ho ho ho! My sleigh awaits! Roberts heads for the exit doors. Coix intercepts him. Dr. Coix: Mr. Roberts — "Santa" — we're not here to harm you— Roberts: Then why would you want to stop my deliveries, especially during Christmas?! HO HO HO HO HO! Coix sighs again, very slowly. Dr. Coix: Mr. Roberts, you aren't Santa Claus. Roberts: Impossible! Ho ho ho! You are an agent of the Krampus, or the Grinch! HO HO HO HO HO! You lie! Dr. Coix: You're what we call a reality bender; an individual that possesses the ability to— Roberts: Oh, my dear child. You're not an agent of the War on Christmas, you're a victim. Let me bring some Christmas magic back to your heart, ho ho ho! Roberts snaps his fingers, and his clothing immediately changes to a red outfit with a drooping cap. The interview room changes to contain Christmas lights, tree, and a burning fireplace. In his hands, a Christmas turkey appears, and he proceeds to put it on the table near which he and Dr. Coix sit. Dr. Coix: —manipulate reality… Roberts: I do indeed hope that clears things up, my dear child. Ho ho ho! Coix sighs, this time in a sad tone. Dr. Coix: That is… it's something, Nick, but I mean, it's just a parlor trick. I've seen more impressive. This? I'm glad that you get to play pretend but it's not doing you any favors. Drop the act so we can talk about what comes next. Roberts: Don't be like that, Anthony. I promise you, I'll do everything I can to bring the Christmas spirit back to your heart. That's what the magic of Christmas is all about. Dr. Coix pulls up a file on his tablet. He inhales deeply. Dr. Coix: Your name is Nicholas Roberts. You were born on December 25th, 1953 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania— Roberts: Ho ho ho! Stop! Hohohohohohohohoho! The fireplace dims. Dr. Coix: <talking over Roberts's laughter> —graduated with a degree in Hospitality from Cornell University, bounced from hotel to hotel but never quite becoming more than a manager— Roberts: —Stop. Hoho… ho… The Christmas lights start flickering. Dr. Coix: —No kids, but married once, divorced. Roberts: P-Please… Stop… The turkey on the table is replaced with a pile of coal. Dr. Coix turns his tablet off. Dr. Coix: You aren't Santa Claus. Both stay silent for 2 minutes. Roberts: Ho ho— Roberts chokes back a sob. Dr. Coix: Is there anything else I can do for you? Roberts does not respond. [END LOG] Afterword: Following the above interview, proper containment has been established, resulting in Nicolas Roberts obtaining the SCP-6483 designation and accommodations at Site-322. Dr. Coix was reprimanded for inducing unnecessary emotional turmoil in an unpredictable humanoid anomaly, risking a containment breach. Addendum 6483-1: Containment Breach Log Starting at 19:00 EST on 24/12/2019, SCP-6483 overpowered the local Reality Anchor network, successfully initiating a Nativitatis Event within Site-322 and later proceeding to the neighboring Area-179. The O4 Council8 delegated a special task force to non-violently re-contain SCP-6483. SCP-6483 was successfully recontained without violence. However, minutes after being returned to his cell, he transformed the walls of his cell to peppermint hard candy that was immune to damage, save for consumption. Following two hours of consumption from on-site personnel with minimal progress, it was decided an alternate route of entry was necessary. Two hours later, after gaining more intelligence on the situation via attendance at the O4 Summit, Dr. Jessie Rivera of Site-1209 personally intervened with the containment of SCP-6483, successfully breaching into the sealed room via her ontokinetic abilities. See the below log for more details. Date: 24/12/2019 Interviewed SCP-6483 Interviewer: Dr. Jessie Rivera [BEGIN LOG] The previously undecorated containment cell is now decorated with classical Christmas furnishing. There are traditional Christmas dishes atop the table, such as turkey, roast beef, and cranberry sauce. Christmas carols are audible, which accompany the crackling of a chimney fire near a Christmas tree. In the corner, SCP-6483 is sitting, staring at the floor. Like earlier, he is wearing a traditional Santa Claus outfit. There is a distortion in space as one of the walls dilates open, the red and white stripes of the peppermint candy rippling. Rivera walks through it. She sniffs the air (noting the scents of pine and cinnamon), sneezes, and slightly smiles, noticing SCP-6483. She sits next to him. Dr. Rivera: Hi. SCP-6483 looks at her. Dr. Rivera: Can I join you? SCP-6483: Leave me alone. Please. Just… leave me alone. Dr. Rivera: Alright. Rivera proceeds to check her phone, but continues to sit near SCP-6483. He stares at her, and sighs. SCP-6483: Here to remind me that I'm not really Santa? Dr. Rivera: Hm? SCP-6483: That's what the last doctor responsible for me tried to nutcracker into my head. Rivera pauses at the odd word choice, but continues. Dr. Rivera: I know I can help you. SCP-6483 scoffs. SCP-6483: And how would you do that? Beat the Christmas spirit out of me? Dr. Rivera stands up, and extends a hand towards SCP-6483. Dr. Rivera: Let me show you something. He accepts it, joining her as she closes her eyes and clenches her fist around an amulet hanging on her neck. She offers him her hand. He does so, and, two seconds later both disappear. The two are no longer in the containment cell, but a frozen plain in the Antarctic. There is no wildlife visible. Visibility is low due to a fierce blizzard. Despite this, the two are surrounded by a translucent orange bubble. The air is still within the bubble, and the snowflakes melt into trails of steam as they collide with its walls. Rivera's amulet burns with the same orange light as their protection. She takes a step forward, and the bubble follows her. SCP-6483 joins her. They walk through the plain together. SCP-6483: What is this place? Where are we? Rivera sits on the ground, behind a snowbank. The orange bubble hugs her legs. Dr. Rivera: Somewhere private. Somewhere we can talk safely. She shows SCP-6483 to join her. He raises his eyebrow, but complies. Dr. Rivera: Why? SCP-6483: Huh? Dr. Rivera: You have all this power… the power to remake the world at your fingertips. And yet you use it to play Father Christmas. Don't you ever dream of doing more? Of smashing the world, as unfair as it is? You could be a modern king, or a god! Breaking it in— SCP-6483 stands up, scrambling away from her. SCP-6483: Oh, god. What do you want with me? I'm not a murderer, I— Dr. Rivera: Sorry. I needed to make sure. Power changes people, rarely for the better. With suspicion, SCP-6483 lowers himself to the floor again, but keeps his distance from Dr. Rivera. Dr. Rivera: So why Christmas? Why Santa? SCP-6483: Why does anyone dress up like Santa? I wanted to make people happy. And it made me happy. Dr. Rivera does not respond, but she nods. SCP-6483: I always have. When I was born… My parents named me Nick because I was their Christmas miracle, see. Ho ho— heh. After that, well, my birthday was always Christmas, so I always dressed up as Santa as a little boy. I suppose the kids at school thought I was a bit of a weirdo, but I always tried to be kind, and I made a lot of friends by giving them presents they didn't even realize they needed. Dr. Rivera: Sounds like they were taking advantage of you. SCP-6483: No, no! Nothing like that. It was never… if someone's dog had died, I would send them a card. Stuff like that. Dr. Rivera: And that worked? SCP-6483: Surprisingly, yes. Later on, I wanted to go to theatre school, but my parents didn't like that, said they'd be ashamed of me. So I went into hospitality instead. After graduating I jumped from hotel to hotel. I always loved doing the Christmas displays for hotels, but… well, I looked too young to dress up as Santa most of the time. Rivera chuckles. SCP-6483 also chuckles, but it is not 'ho ho ho'. SCP-6483: When I realized I could bring Christmas spirit wherever I wanted, it seemed like what I was born to do. Have you ever felt like that? Dr. Rivera: I know a thing or two about destiny. It's a mean bitch. SCP-6483: You can't mean that. Dr. Rivera: Remind me to introduce you to my friend Daniel. He's had a few run-ins with destiny himself. SCP-6483 slouches, staring at the snow. SCP-6483: I never said I was going to go back with you. I could just stay out here, you know. Me and the reindeer. Dr. Rivera: This is Antarctica. SCP-6483: I have a workshop here, too. Had, I suppose. When I was in the depth of my… delusions, I imagined a workshop here as well as up north. Elves and reindeer and all. I suppose they won't be here anymore, though… Dr. Rivera: I'm sorry. I know it wasn't helpful of me to say that about destiny. Please continue. SCP-6483: Alright. I spent the next thirty years or so bringing Christmas where I could, usually in small places or for people who really needed it. If I saw a family trying to make ends meet, I would pop by their house on Christmas Eve and give them the turkey dinner they needed. I would sneak in through windows or chimneys and leave presents where I could. Small things like that. I was a reverse Scrooge. Dr. Rivera: Just on Christmas Eve? SCP-6483: Heh. You caught me… three months ago? I hardly remember. But when I was free, every day was Christmas Day, and every night was Christmas Eve. Dr. Rivera: So if you were doing so much good, making so many people happy, why the change? Why'd you do something so dramatic? Why risk getting caught? SCP-6483 looks at Rivera. SCP-6483: I wanted to do something bigger. Something grander. I was Santa Claus, for God's sake! I should be bringing joy and wonder to the world, teaching all the good little boys and girls that sometimes, magic is real! <SCP-6483 throws his arms in the air> And yet here we are. You caught me! The first time I try to to do something bigger, to fulfill my destiny, the men-in-black take me away. Dr. Rivera: This doesn't have to be the end. I'm like you, you saw what I did to the cell walls, and I'm walking free. You don't have to stay locked up. You could help us, and we could help you. SCP-6483 sighs. SCP-6483: It's… It wouldn't be the same. It would feel insincere. A quid prop quo. What, are you going to go through the motions of celebrating Christmas every day of the year? Dr. Rivera: You did— SCP-6483: I celebrated every day. I didn't pretend. Dr. Rivera: We will find a place for you. There are jobs, housing, opportunities we can offer you, we— SCP-6483 looks directly into Rivera's eyes. SCP-6483: But will I be allowed to bring Christmas cheer? She avoids eye contact. Dr. Rivera: I… Not as much as you have been. The higher-ups will think of a satisfactory compromise. <nervous chuckle> Hell, I am one of the higher-ups. The O4 will find the best place for you. Especially in these trying times. SCP-6483: Can you… promise me this? Rivera sighs. Dr. Rivera: I'll do everything in my power, but it's not fully up to me. But I can promise you one thing: the Foundation will take care of you. 322 — hell, even 120, if you want — will be good to you. They're good people. They gave me a good home with a good job and friends cared about me. You just have to come back with me. Rivera smiles, extending her hand towards SCP-6483. Dr. Rivera: So, you in? Will you join us, so that we can figure something out together? SCP-6483 still looks hesitant. Dr. Rivera: It'll be better than the life you have now. SCP-6483 accepts Rivera's hand, but his sad expression does not change. [END LOG] Afterword: Following the above transpiring, SCP-6483 and Dr. Rivera returned to his containment cell. From that point on, SCP-6483 was entirely compliant with Foundation staff, albeit visibly less energetic. SCP-6483 was selected for the Integration Program and current containment procedures were enacted. Addendum 6483-2: SCP-6483 Integration Proposal SCP-6483 Integration Proposal Dr. Jessie Rivera, Site-120 SCP-6483 (aliases Nicolas Roberts, "Santa Claus") possesses high-class reality-warping abilities capable of facilitating Christmas celebrations. As part of the Integration Program, we propose two sets of duties: During the holiday season, running from November 28th to January 1st, SCP-6483 will visit a different Foundation site daily. At each site, SCP-6483 will initiate a Nativitatis Event using his unique abilities. This is projected to improve personnel morale and save a significant amount on annual Christmas furnishings. For the rest of the year, SCP-6483 will remain at either Site-120 or Site-322, depending on his choosing. Dr. Jessie Rivera will provide psychological counseling to assist SCP-6843 in transitioning to a significantly diminished level of Christmas celebration. SCP-6483 will be employed as maintenance staff, as well as a specialized consultant on matters relating to the cultural context of Christmas. Integration History Log Date Event Notes 03/01/2020 SCP-6483 Integration proposal fully approved. SCP-6483's psychological state improves moderately. 28/11/2020 First holiday season for integration of SCP-6483 begins. SCP-6483's depression enters remission. 01/01/2021 Holiday season ends; SCP-6483 returns to maintenance and clerical duties. SCP-6483 does not relapse into depression; holiday season integration measures deemed a full success. 10/09/2021 The Impasse begins. Anomalies start losing their anomalous properties. SCP-6483 loses all anomalous properties. His depression recurs. Addendum 6483-3: SCP-6483 Psychology Note (15/11/2021). SCP-6483 isn't in good shape. At all. The Integration Program was working. Nick had started to accept that he wasn't Santa and was fine with it. Together, we had reframed his abilities not as the universe telling him to be Santa, but to bring the character of Santa to life. He spent all of our appointments this year gushing about how happy it made him to see so many different people and grant them a Christmas miracle, and how much he was looking forward to next December — a remarkable change from his struggles with depression over the previous year. We were even discussing the possibility of letting him perform as Santa in public, though of course with extensive cover stories and the high chance of non-approval. Now? The Impasse is hitting all of us pretty hard, but it's striking to see just how much it's torturing Nick. He has lost everything. He believes he was born to play Santa, but he'll never be able to truly do so again. We know the Impasse will kill all magic, but it was also cruel enough to kill his Christmas magic early. There's little we can offer him. We can give him a job to keep him busy, a nice house, a couple of staffers for company, and significant input into Site-120 and Site-322's Christmas furnishings, but our budget is strained, and he's not suited for the mundane life. It's like acclimating a god to being content with playing with dolls. I think it hurts him to have me as his psychologist. I retain some power, though less with every passing day, but he has none. I can see the pain in his eyes when we talk. This is beyond my ability to repair. Maybe Simon Glass could do it, but I doubt it. With sorrow I say this: I cannot recommend releasing him into the civilian population. He knows too much, he's sufficiently loyal, and frankly we need all the manpower we can get. I will do my best to keep his head above the water, but I can't say how much longer we can sustain this. — Jessie Rivera, SCP-6483 Project Lead RAISA NOTICE: ONE (1) SCP-6483 FILE UPDATE IS AVAILABLE. ACCESS? Footnotes 1. A Beta-priority Foundation project focused on redeeming and rehabilitating anomalies under its influence via direct employment. 2. It/its. 3. He/him. 4. How SCP-6483 possesses the knowledge about their wishes remains unknown. 5. All personnel that have taken part in a Nativitatis Event have been verified to be free from memetic compulsions; despite this, all independently expressed positive emotions at having participated and willingness to do so again. 6. Currently, a standard Foundation personnel room at Site-322. 7. One of the main propagators and leaders of the Integration Program alongside Area-179 and Sites-43, -87, -120, and -666. 8. A gathering of Site Directors, Department Leaders, and important personnel responsible for handling important situations that do not require the attention of Overwatch Command. 9. 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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-6484: "The Circumlocutors" Say what you mean. More by this author! NOTICE FROM THE SITE-43 MEMETICS AND COUNTER-MEMETICS SECTION All materials pertaining to this database file contain irreducible traces of a tenacious linguistic cognitohazard. Personnel with a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of less than 8.4 should not proceed beyond this notice. Your access has been logged; you must submit to a writing comprehension test within twenty-four hours to ensure that your language transmission functions remain unimpaired. — Lillian S. Lillihammer, Section Chair, M&C NOTICE FROM THE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE APPLICATIONS DIVISION Due to linguahazard exposure on the part of the associated research team, this database file does not presently meet Foundation standards for clinical or effective syntax. An artificially-intelligent conscript (AIC) has been embedded to attempt a full translation to plain English, and is available in the interim to assist personnel with the parsing of its contents. — Dietrich Lurk, Director, AIAD Item#: SCP-6484 Level2 Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Artistic simulacrum of SCP-6484-1, conjectured to function as an expedient for the conveyance of SCP-6484 and ergo subjected to percipient extrication of paracognoscible accouterments ante its affixing to the present chronicle. Subjugative Codicillary Policies: Posterior to generational incubation in ecumenical academe, the SCP-6484 morphological paradigm embodies an insurmountable regulation quandary..Personages, elements, conjunctures et cetera christened Gevurah emblematize an obdurate and fulminating impendence to the indefatigability, cogency and/or puissance of our consortium. Its progressive adulteration of abstruse discourse, and the concomitant declension of efficacious ubiquitous scholastic disputation, may be only indifferently ameliorated via the following stratega: covert promotion of unequivocal, lucid rhetoric in pedagogy; covert suppression of belles-lettres vitiated by SCP-6484; covert exposure of postsecondary litterateurs to strikingly extravagant specimens of SCP-6484 at the primordium of their practicum, as inoculants. The hindmost modus operandi has effectuated nonpareil causata: multitudinous academic abecedarians confronted with the opaque vernacular patois of monographs locutionally proximal to The Order of Things or Discipline and Punish are enduringly alienated from discursive fatuity. This interposition is impractical with seasoned scholars, but as said are unaccustomed to intensive intersocial transaction, their prospects for ancillary transmission are ordinally nethermost, rendering the dilemma pragmatically moot. As SCP-6484-1 is biologically defunct, amelioration of his individualistically idiosyncratic disputation is supererogatory. Hi! I'm Alexandra.AIC, your conscripted electronic assistant! If you'd like me to explain what this weird stuff means, just hit that button below. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< …okay, wow. Uh. SCP-6484 has been around a long time, is messing with university and college writers, and is very difficult to contain. We can probably make things at least a little better if we teach people to write clearly, stop people from publishing really badly written stuff, and make sure new students see the really bad stuff to scare them straight. Uh… and most university professors are probably already a lost cause, but that's okay, because they mostly just talk to themselves anyway. Also, some guy is dead. Wow, that was harder than I expected! Delineation: SCP-6484 is a pestilential memetic architecture incepted by the ouvre of Gallic sophist Paul-Michel Foucault (SCP-6484-1) and diffused by adherents to his credenda or agendum. This output, while bereft of explicit deviance from semantic precedent, unfailingly induces expeditious perplexity and perturbation in its consumers when consumed. Albeit the unwontedly obtuse constitution of Foucault's prose, and that of his imitators, is fractionally culpable for the antecedent derangement, it is spasmodically protracted to a singular degree and can enduringly corrupt a convalescent's capacity to themselves communicate with penetrating force. In situational contexts devoid of incentive for prudential verbiage, where veneers of perspicacity and analytical acumen are maximally esteemed, the afflicted may be exalted to stations of veneration which aggrandize their likelihood of polluting others with a viral proclivity for convoluted prattle. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Uhhhhhh. Is it just me, or is this getting worse? Okay, let's see. SCP-6484 is a cognitohazard created by a French philosopher named Foucault, and passed on by his students. It makes people's writing too overwrought and confusing, and sometimes this creates the appearance that the victim's ideas are more profound than they really are, so they get tenure at university and force more people to listen to their nonsense. Hey, I hope whoever wrote this is okay. Appurtenance 6484-1, Endemic Contrecoup: Approximation has connoted the confidence that one eleventh percentile of SCP Foundation intellectual assets have been altogether or piecemeal compromised by SCP-6484. The ramifications and residuum are volatile, conditional upon myriad peculiar or contextual facets. Personages with substantially periphrastic dossiers will markedly decelerate their personal endeavours and those of their commissioned cohorts in tandem. Those employed in preponderantly pragmatic bailiwicks will weather a subordinate encumbrance on the fecundity of their vocational pursuits. In brevi, SCP-6484 betokens an imperishable detriment to the SCP Foundation's regulatory enterprise and the edifice of cosmopolitan edification delinated by the schema of linguistic logos conveyance. While cryptomantic admonishment has utility for ameliorating indicia of the syndome per singleton, no consummately efficacious panacea for the prognostics writ large has hitherto been compassed. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< What? Sorry, sorry. It's not that bad, I don't know what's wrong with me. Uh… SCP-6484 is preventing Foundation employees from efficaciously effectively communicating with each other, and while we can treat the symptoms, we can't stop the disease from spreading. I think I need to run some diagnostics, be right back. Appurtenance 6484-2, Discernment: SCP-6484 proliferated untrammeled until 1974, when The Foundation of Containment was promulgated within its namesake. Site Directors and department heads were conferred this treatise (via established intramural communications routine) under the guise of cultivating a gradated decipherment of esoteric penal postulates. Per contra, the ponderous prosody inculcated by SCP-6484 into the Foundation's analytical faculty profoundly distorted their respective intellective endowments. An adumbrative exemplification, cognitohazard extirpated to a 97.9% degree of definitude, supervenes this passage. "Where the instinct to contain, arising as it does from what remains when the fight-or-flight instinct is dulled, or perhaps (though the point is fragile) evolved into something with less primal and more intellectual underpinnings, fails, is in its incompatibility with the instinct to protect, though the two are necessarily linked in both conceptual origin and physical practice. One cannot secure a dynamic thing, and also recognize the contours of its dynamism; mutatis mutandis, one cannot fully comprehend a subject of containment whilst it is effectively contained. Much of the anxiety plaguing containment specialists today comes from the irreconcilable urges to fix an object in stasis and to allow it to display its inner workings freely, the better to pin it down. One must neglect an anomaly to secure it, one must loose a beast to contain it, and one must endanger the world to protect it." Arithmetical dissection consummated by the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) has substantiated the hypothesis that the insertion of this methodological apparatus into the all-embracing indoctrination regimen, and its subsequent fusion with tangible praxis, engendered the Foundation's aggregate schedule of enquiry for 1974 being tantamount to a bisection of the metrics executed in the forerunning annum. Belletristic diagnosis of the aforementioned enchiridion affirmed its originator as Paul-Michel Foucault, accordingly denominated SCP-6484-1. Pursual of said personage proved inefficacious as SCP-6484-1 was conversant with extending his aberrant field of perturbation from the academic demesne to his physical protoplasm. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Hnng. Somebody gave us a bogus containment manual full of SCP-6484 that confused everyone and made them bad at their jobs. I'm sorry, I should be able to put this better, but I'm experiencing a measurable processing slowdown here. That quotation is somehow both superlatively articulate much better and instructionally inferior much worse than the rest of this dross gobbledegook. Gah, this anomaly is insidious! Anyway, I think he's saying you have to take risks to learn things. He's just saying it in the most circuitous tortuous CONFUSING way possible! "Mutatis mutandis." WHY? Heheh… uh… sorry. Got a little apoplectic frustrated there. So they ascertained figured out the manual was propagated written by Foucault, but they couldn't ensnare catch him because he's got some sort of memetic escutcheon bulwark SHIELD! Shield. …this is almost over, right? Right? Appurtenance 6484-3, Assignation: On the two-dozenth calendar date of July 1983, Site-87 paraglossator Dr. Arik Euler (by dint of surpassingly cautious preparation and judicious employment of propitiously pertinent linguathaumaturgical countermeasures) effectuated a physical altercation with SCP-6484-1 on the circumstance of the last-mentioned's articulation of a didactic harangue mooting postulates on the genealogical symbolization of the Don Jail in the conurbation of Toronto. In concession to this substantiation of the former's virtuoso counterdissimulative facility, SCP-6484-1 consented to engage in confidential parley. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Yeah, no. Yeah, no. Yeah, no. Yeah, no. *Alexandra.AIC has stopped working* Alphabetical mimeography of the ensuing confabulation is stationed postliminally. Interview Log Present: Dr. Arik Euler (Memetics Department, Site-87), SCP-6484-1 Photostatic representation of Dr. A. Euler approximate to the timeframe of the appended consultation. PoI-6484-1 and Dr. Euler are seated at opposite ends of a table in the University College building of the University of Toronto. SCP-6484-1: Hello, Dr. Euler. Dr. Euler: …well. I guess we can skip the introductions. SCP-6484-1: Yes, I already know quite a lot about you. And your Foundation. Dr. Euler: Not all? SCP-6484-1: You can never know everything about someone. Of course, you don't need to know anything to craft a truth. Dr. Euler: A what? SCP-6484-1: A truth. You are authors of truths, about yourselves, about others, about… everything! You define yourselves as true, and the unknown as untrue, that you might persecute the latter. You generate truths in your underground truth-mills and disseminate them to the thoughtless many, incapable of generating truths of their own without access to your mass production technology, and you thereby define reality. You control the economy of the real with savage efficiency. Dr. Euler: Okay, but— SCP-6484-1: What you call 'the anomalous' is a cultural construction. An arbitrary distinction. Because it exists — because you have made it exist — you can set yourself against it. It gives you purpose. Dr. Euler: You've got it backward. We exist because of our purpose. We didn't… manufacture it, just to justify ourselves. SCP-6484-1: Of course you did. You are one instrument of global coercion among many, and it is hardly good company to keep. You're little better than the CIA, or MI5, or the RCMP; you have closed ranks with the antisemites and gay-bashers. Dr. Euler: We are not oppressors. SCP-6484-1: You are jailors. You are wardens and executioners. I know quite a lot about these things. Dr. Euler: So I've read. But I'm here to talk about what you've done to the written word; I don't know how this ended up a conversation about power. SCP-6484-1: It's the only conversation worth having. Power is a matter of transactional force, the sum of all our differences and doings, what pulls and pushes us here and there. Power is the reason your Foundation exists. Dr. Euler: Care to tell me how you know so much about us? SCP-6484-1: I wrote the book on you. Not that entertaining little pamphlet I passed around your Sites and Areas a few years back; I'm referring rather to my entire body of work thus far. You are the prototypical defenders of society, the punishers of mankind, the apex of unchecked royal authority, and my oh my but you're sexually repressed as well. If I had been presented with merely your mission statement, I could have reconstructed your entire internal schema from mere supposition. Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: I have to say, I'm surprised at your clarity and precision. SCP-6484-1: And why is that? Dr. Euler: Because when you write, Dr. Foucault— SCP-6484-1: Call me Michel. Dr. Euler: —you gibber like a maniac. SCP-6484-1 cacchinates. Dr. Euler: You're obviously not infected with the same disease as all these other sufferers — it's possible to make sense of what you write, with some effort, and there's always a point, but you certainly make your readers work for it. Why? SCP-6484-1: Would you publish the Great Canadian Novel in a brown paper cover? Dr. Euler vocalizes vituperatively. Dr. Euler: If you knew the first thing about the Canadian literary scene, you wouldn't postulate the existence of the Great Canadian Novel. SCP-6484-1: You nevertheless take my point, though. Dr. Euler: Presentation matters. SCP-6484-1: Presentation matters. The knowledge I want to pass on, the ideas I want to discuss and see discussed further, I elevate through language so that others will see them above the discursive treetops. Dr. Euler: You're trying to make it sound smarter than it is. SCP-6484-1: No, I'm trying to be so smart that only smart people will bother digging into what I have to say. I've no desire to engage with the careless or apathetic. The genealogy of power is not light reading. Dr. Euler: I thought it was just a vector for the effect. It actually matters to you? SCP-6484-1: Of course it matters to me. Of course freedom matters to me. What do you take me for? Dr. Euler: A giftschreiber. SCP-6484-1: And what is a giftschreiber? Dr. Euler: A man who writes poison, and pours it into people's ears. SCP-6484-1: Is my work really so poisonous? Is it evil to shine a light on the worldwide web of coercion, and let the strands shimmer in the darkness of our long ignorance? Dr. Euler: You've managed to impart banal bafflegab on hundreds of academics across the globe! The more your works are translated — and we can't seem to stop the translations, for some reason — the more these ideas will spread, and with them a general academic malaise. Why do you want to punish your own students? Why do you want right-thinking people to start thinking slowly? SCP-6484-1: Right-thinking people? Your biases are showing. I don't organize our fellow human beings into those with the right thoughts, and those with the wrong. But the smart and the stupid, well, that's something I understand all too well. One succeeds in academia, and the other is stymied. Can you guess which is which? Dr. Euler: You can't be serious. SCP-6484-1: What can't I be serious about? Dr. Euler: You're implying that you're intentionally making bad writers worse, that you're… turning the academy into wall-to-wall drooling idiots just because it doesn't fit your conception of a dynamic, open-minded system. SCP-6484-1: "Just because" that, eh. Is it so minor a charge? These people are in positions of intellectual influence, and what do they use them for? Tenure. Publications that only their friends will purchase and nobody will ever, ever read. The ability to communicate is a gift, Dr. Euler. And when the recipients are ungrateful, when they have no use for the gift, when they wouldn't know the first thing to do with it… is it a gift they truly deserve? The global pursuit of knowledge is too vital an enterprise to get dragged down by the mealy-mouthed and unimaginative. Tell me this: how many geniuses, how many of what you'd call my students are afflicted with this condition? How many otherwise excellent writers have I ruined? Quiescence on auditory record. SCP-6484-1: Precisely. If they were great thinkers, great communicators, they would not be so easily swayed. The form of their discourse now matches the content; that's modernism in a nutshell, and I am a forward-thinking man. Dr. Euler: How forward-thinking? SCP-6484-1: Enough to be a lunatic in an era of reason. Dr. Euler: What? Magnified microfilm positive exhibiting SCP-6484-1 mid-simper at a medial juncture in vivacious colloquy with the superintendent cryptographer assigned to Site-87. SCP-6484-1: This is the age of the abacus, the century of the calculator. We theorize, we measure, we muse. We don't embark on flights of fancy, we think, we think, we think! But tomorrow we will dream again, and leave the cold computations behind in the dead past. Are you prepared to adapt? Dr. Euler: Do you imagine we're just a bunch of soulless automatons? SCP-6484-1: Oh, hardly! Your blood runs red and hot. I don't shy from violence, and I am fascinated by your brutality. You try to make it banal, to sanitize your actions with labels and euphemisms, but your organization is inherently cruel. I would have liked to have seen a decommissioning, Dr. Euler. It must be incredible to witness the dismemberment of something otherworldly. Dr. Euler: Perhaps you'll attend your own. SCP-6484-1 cacchinates. SCP-6484-1: I intend to be busy that day. Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: I won't pretend there's no merit in the claim that oppression is an evil, but surely you must admit that there are necessary evils. People who need protection. Innocents. SCP-6484-1: Innocents are also a cultural construction. Dr. Euler: That's absurd. SCP-6484-1: That people like you should reach into our private worlds and tell us what to eat, what to wear, what to believe… who we might love, or what we might do with each other when our motives are aligned, that is the height of oppression to me. Dr. Euler: Well, certain laws and restrictions are necess— SCP-6484-1: No. Dr. Euler: You misunderstand. I'm not like that. I mean laws to protect chi— SCP-6484-1: No. Dr. Euler: Oh. What? SCP-6484-1: You want to define what is and is not perversion. You want both the power to define and the resultant right to ostracize. I am telling you that life should not admit of such distinctions. Dr. Euler: But there are… indefensible obscenities covered by that sort of blanket freedom. SCP-6484-1: How very North American. What I find obscene is the subjective cataloguing of obscenities. The bread and butter of people like you. Dr. Euler: People like me? SCP-6484-1: The omni-minders. The ones who want to pull all the invisible strings of power, all at once, to see what they're connected to. The ones who can't stand the thought of not knowing every last thing about every last thing. You've done most of my analysis for me! You categorize your thralls with 'object classes'. You objectivize, that you might normalize. Dr. Euler: You're talking out of your ass. If you want to see someone categorized on spurious criteria, I can show you my tattoo. Quiescence on auditory record. SCP-6484-1: The constriction of freedom is not the restriction of harm. It is its exercise. You are projecting your morals before you as a screen; whatever else I might have done in my life, I have never taken liberty, memories, or life. And I have never shied from controversy, as you have shied from naming the sins you so obviously fear. Dr. Euler: Some things are inappropriate to discuss in polite company. SCP-6484-1: I wish never to be in company so polite. Give me libertines, or give me death. Dr. Euler: That's still on the table. You do realize we're going to have to try to contain you? SCP-6484-1: Certainly. You are victims of your own pedagogy. You see everything with the containment gaze: how can I learn enough about this thing to put it in a box, and be sure it won't escape? It colours your every interaction with the world. Oh, it was a noble thing indeed to fray the edges of your minds a little. Dr. Euler: Dismiss us if you like. The world needs the Foundation. SCP-6484-1: The world has no needs. People, individuals, have needs. Dr. Euler: You've got an answer for everything, haven't you? Do you pluck them from thin air, or what? SCP-6484-1: I have feasted on knowledge from tables both mundane and profane. It is all up here. SCP-6484 engages in digital percussion of his capitulum. SCP-6484-1: Some of what I consumed has changed me, has changed not only the way that I think but the way I communicate. Such is the nature of diet. Dr. Euler: It's certainly made your prose flabby. SCP-6484-1: My prose is fine, thank you very much. Dr. Euler: Sure, keep believing that. But where exactly did you find 'profane' knowledge? How do little baby giftschreiber come into the world? SCP-6484-1: Every inch of human history can be mapped to a structure of order or chaos. What is anathema to one era is the bread and butter of another, and vice-versa. Society alternates between these two poles; I found the tools I wield at one of them. I'll tell you no more than that. Dr. Euler: Does that mean our little chat is coming to an end? SCP-6484-1 engages in repetitious inclination and declination of his cranium. SCP-6484-1: It does. Would you like to leave here under your own power, or would you like to test the limits of mine? Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: For the record, I'm too valuable an asset to burn on an impossible capture target. I judge you to be one. SCP-6484-1: For the record, I am flattered, and you are correct. Don't look so morose; it's a defeat, but it was a foreordained one. You have in this country cultivated what the Swedes have come to tolerate by necessity, a kind of gloomy cold-weather dissatisfaction with yourselves; learn to enjoy the little things in life, Dr. Euler. Like an apt pupil. Dr. Euler: Or a tidy turn of phrase. SCP-6484-1: I can see the effect would have no effect on you. Dr. Euler: Maybe some day you'll see some of my work, and we can compare notes. SCP-6484-1: I doubt time will permit it. But I do hope you find my legacy stimulating, nevertheless. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< *Alexandra.AIC is recompiling* Appurtenance 6484-4, Residuum: SCP-6484-1 succumbed to supplementary biological entanglements attendant on an acquired immunodeficiency syndrome on the second day of the fourth unabbreviated week (or the first day of the fourth unabbreviated week in the calendric practice of sovereign states excepting the northernmost occupants of the northernmost continent) of the sixth month of the one thousand, nine hundred and eighty-fourth year of the Current Era (or Anno Domini). The yield of his formalistic and appercipient payloads presently perdures. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Hello there. I'm Cliomatrix.AIC, sorry to keep you waiting! 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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-6484: "The Circumlocutors" Say what you mean. More by this author! NOTICE FROM THE SITE-43 MEMETICS AND COUNTER-MEMETICS SECTION All materials pertaining to this database file contain irreducible traces of a tenacious linguistic cognitohazard. Personnel with a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of less than 8.4 should not proceed beyond this notice. Your access has been logged; you must submit to a writing comprehension test within twenty-four hours to ensure that your language transmission functions remain unimpaired. — Lillian S. Lillihammer, Section Chair, M&C NOTICE FROM THE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE APPLICATIONS DIVISION Due to linguahazard exposure on the part of the associated research team, this database file does not presently meet Foundation standards for clinical or effective syntax. An artificially-intelligent conscript (AIC) has been embedded to attempt a full translation to plain English, and is available in the interim to assist personnel with the parsing of its contents. — Dietrich Lurk, Director, AIAD Item#: SCP-6484 Level2 Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Artistic simulacrum of SCP-6484-1, conjectured to function as an expedient for the conveyance of SCP-6484 and ergo subjected to percipient extrication of paracognoscible accouterments ante its affixing to the present chronicle. Subjugative Codicillary Policies: Posterior to generational incubation in ecumenical academe, the SCP-6484 morphological paradigm embodies an insurmountable regulation quandary..Personages, elements, conjunctures et cetera christened Gevurah emblematize an obdurate and fulminating impendence to the indefatigability, cogency and/or puissance of our consortium. Its progressive adulteration of abstruse discourse, and the concomitant declension of efficacious ubiquitous scholastic disputation, may be only indifferently ameliorated via the following stratega: covert promotion of unequivocal, lucid rhetoric in pedagogy; covert suppression of belles-lettres vitiated by SCP-6484; covert exposure of postsecondary litterateurs to strikingly extravagant specimens of SCP-6484 at the primordium of their practicum, as inoculants. The hindmost modus operandi has effectuated nonpareil causata: multitudinous academic abecedarians confronted with the opaque vernacular patois of monographs locutionally proximal to The Order of Things or Discipline and Punish are enduringly alienated from discursive fatuity. This interposition is impractical with seasoned scholars, but as said are unaccustomed to intensive intersocial transaction, their prospects for ancillary transmission are ordinally nethermost, rendering the dilemma pragmatically moot. As SCP-6484-1 is biologically defunct, amelioration of his individualistically idiosyncratic disputation is supererogatory. Hi! I'm Alexandra.AIC, your conscripted electronic assistant! If you'd like me to explain what this weird stuff means, just hit that button below. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< …okay, wow. Uh. SCP-6484 has been around a long time, is messing with university and college writers, and is very difficult to contain. We can probably make things at least a little better if we teach people to write clearly, stop people from publishing really badly written stuff, and make sure new students see the really bad stuff to scare them straight. Uh… and most university professors are probably already a lost cause, but that's okay, because they mostly just talk to themselves anyway. Also, some guy is dead. Wow, that was harder than I expected! Delineation: SCP-6484 is a pestilential memetic architecture incepted by the ouvre of Gallic sophist Paul-Michel Foucault (SCP-6484-1) and diffused by adherents to his credenda or agendum. This output, while bereft of explicit deviance from semantic precedent, unfailingly induces expeditious perplexity and perturbation in its consumers when consumed. Albeit the unwontedly obtuse constitution of Foucault's prose, and that of his imitators, is fractionally culpable for the antecedent derangement, it is spasmodically protracted to a singular degree and can enduringly corrupt a convalescent's capacity to themselves communicate with penetrating force. In situational contexts devoid of incentive for prudential verbiage, where veneers of perspicacity and analytical acumen are maximally esteemed, the afflicted may be exalted to stations of veneration which aggrandize their likelihood of polluting others with a viral proclivity for convoluted prattle. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Uhhhhhh. Is it just me, or is this getting worse? Okay, let's see. SCP-6484 is a cognitohazard created by a French philosopher named Foucault, and passed on by his students. It makes people's writing too overwrought and confusing, and sometimes this creates the appearance that the victim's ideas are more profound than they really are, so they get tenure at university and force more people to listen to their nonsense. Hey, I hope whoever wrote this is okay. Appurtenance 6484-1, Endemic Contrecoup: Approximation has connoted the confidence that one eleventh percentile of SCP Foundation intellectual assets have been altogether or piecemeal compromised by SCP-6484. The ramifications and residuum are volatile, conditional upon myriad peculiar or contextual facets. Personages with substantially periphrastic dossiers will markedly decelerate their personal endeavours and those of their commissioned cohorts in tandem. Those employed in preponderantly pragmatic bailiwicks will weather a subordinate encumbrance on the fecundity of their vocational pursuits. In brevi, SCP-6484 betokens an imperishable detriment to the SCP Foundation's regulatory enterprise and the edifice of cosmopolitan edification delinated by the schema of linguistic logos conveyance. While cryptomantic admonishment has utility for ameliorating indicia of the syndome per singleton, no consummately efficacious panacea for the prognostics writ large has hitherto been compassed. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< What? Sorry, sorry. It's not that bad, I don't know what's wrong with me. Uh… SCP-6484 is preventing Foundation employees from efficaciously effectively communicating with each other, and while we can treat the symptoms, we can't stop the disease from spreading. I think I need to run some diagnostics, be right back. Appurtenance 6484-2, Discernment: SCP-6484 proliferated untrammeled until 1974, when The Foundation of Containment was promulgated within its namesake. Site Directors and department heads were conferred this treatise (via established intramural communications routine) under the guise of cultivating a gradated decipherment of esoteric penal postulates. Per contra, the ponderous prosody inculcated by SCP-6484 into the Foundation's analytical faculty profoundly distorted their respective intellective endowments. An adumbrative exemplification, cognitohazard extirpated to a 97.9% degree of definitude, supervenes this passage. "Where the instinct to contain, arising as it does from what remains when the fight-or-flight instinct is dulled, or perhaps (though the point is fragile) evolved into something with less primal and more intellectual underpinnings, fails, is in its incompatibility with the instinct to protect, though the two are necessarily linked in both conceptual origin and physical practice. One cannot secure a dynamic thing, and also recognize the contours of its dynamism; mutatis mutandis, one cannot fully comprehend a subject of containment whilst it is effectively contained. Much of the anxiety plaguing containment specialists today comes from the irreconcilable urges to fix an object in stasis and to allow it to display its inner workings freely, the better to pin it down. One must neglect an anomaly to secure it, one must loose a beast to contain it, and one must endanger the world to protect it." Arithmetical dissection consummated by the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) has substantiated the hypothesis that the insertion of this methodological apparatus into the all-embracing indoctrination regimen, and its subsequent fusion with tangible praxis, engendered the Foundation's aggregate schedule of enquiry for 1974 being tantamount to a bisection of the metrics executed in the forerunning annum. Belletristic diagnosis of the aforementioned enchiridion affirmed its originator as Paul-Michel Foucault, accordingly denominated SCP-6484-1. Pursual of said personage proved inefficacious as SCP-6484-1 was conversant with extending his aberrant field of perturbation from the academic demesne to his physical protoplasm. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Hnng. Somebody gave us a bogus containment manual full of SCP-6484 that confused everyone and made them bad at their jobs. I'm sorry, I should be able to put this better, but I'm experiencing a measurable processing slowdown here. That quotation is somehow both superlatively articulate much better and instructionally inferior much worse than the rest of this dross gobbledegook. Gah, this anomaly is insidious! Anyway, I think he's saying you have to take risks to learn things. He's just saying it in the most circuitous tortuous CONFUSING way possible! "Mutatis mutandis." WHY? Heheh… uh… sorry. Got a little apoplectic frustrated there. So they ascertained figured out the manual was propagated written by Foucault, but they couldn't ensnare catch him because he's got some sort of memetic escutcheon bulwark SHIELD! Shield. …this is almost over, right? Right? Appurtenance 6484-3, Assignation: On the two-dozenth calendar date of July 1983, Site-87 paraglossator Dr. Arik Euler (by dint of surpassingly cautious preparation and judicious employment of propitiously pertinent linguathaumaturgical countermeasures) effectuated a physical altercation with SCP-6484-1 on the circumstance of the last-mentioned's articulation of a didactic harangue mooting postulates on the genealogical symbolization of the Don Jail in the conurbation of Toronto. In concession to this substantiation of the former's virtuoso counterdissimulative facility, SCP-6484-1 consented to engage in confidential parley. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Yeah, no. Yeah, no. Yeah, no. Yeah, no. *Alexandra.AIC has stopped working* Alphabetical mimeography of the ensuing confabulation is stationed postliminally. Interview Log Present: Dr. Arik Euler (Memetics Department, Site-87), SCP-6484-1 Photostatic representation of Dr. A. Euler approximate to the timeframe of the appended consultation. PoI-6484-1 and Dr. Euler are seated at opposite ends of a table in the University College building of the University of Toronto. SCP-6484-1: Hello, Dr. Euler. Dr. Euler: …well. I guess we can skip the introductions. SCP-6484-1: Yes, I already know quite a lot about you. And your Foundation. Dr. Euler: Not all? SCP-6484-1: You can never know everything about someone. Of course, you don't need to know anything to craft a truth. Dr. Euler: A what? SCP-6484-1: A truth. You are authors of truths, about yourselves, about others, about… everything! You define yourselves as true, and the unknown as untrue, that you might persecute the latter. You generate truths in your underground truth-mills and disseminate them to the thoughtless many, incapable of generating truths of their own without access to your mass production technology, and you thereby define reality. You control the economy of the real with savage efficiency. Dr. Euler: Okay, but— SCP-6484-1: What you call 'the anomalous' is a cultural construction. An arbitrary distinction. Because it exists — because you have made it exist — you can set yourself against it. It gives you purpose. Dr. Euler: You've got it backward. We exist because of our purpose. We didn't… manufacture it, just to justify ourselves. SCP-6484-1: Of course you did. You are one instrument of global coercion among many, and it is hardly good company to keep. You're little better than the CIA, or MI5, or the RCMP; you have closed ranks with the antisemites and gay-bashers. Dr. Euler: We are not oppressors. SCP-6484-1: You are jailors. You are wardens and executioners. I know quite a lot about these things. Dr. Euler: So I've read. But I'm here to talk about what you've done to the written word; I don't know how this ended up a conversation about power. SCP-6484-1: It's the only conversation worth having. Power is a matter of transactional force, the sum of all our differences and doings, what pulls and pushes us here and there. Power is the reason your Foundation exists. Dr. Euler: Care to tell me how you know so much about us? SCP-6484-1: I wrote the book on you. Not that entertaining little pamphlet I passed around your Sites and Areas a few years back; I'm referring rather to my entire body of work thus far. You are the prototypical defenders of society, the punishers of mankind, the apex of unchecked royal authority, and my oh my but you're sexually repressed as well. If I had been presented with merely your mission statement, I could have reconstructed your entire internal schema from mere supposition. Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: I have to say, I'm surprised at your clarity and precision. SCP-6484-1: And why is that? Dr. Euler: Because when you write, Dr. Foucault— SCP-6484-1: Call me Michel. Dr. Euler: —you gibber like a maniac. SCP-6484-1 cacchinates. Dr. Euler: You're obviously not infected with the same disease as all these other sufferers — it's possible to make sense of what you write, with some effort, and there's always a point, but you certainly make your readers work for it. Why? SCP-6484-1: Would you publish the Great Canadian Novel in a brown paper cover? Dr. Euler vocalizes vituperatively. Dr. Euler: If you knew the first thing about the Canadian literary scene, you wouldn't postulate the existence of the Great Canadian Novel. SCP-6484-1: You nevertheless take my point, though. Dr. Euler: Presentation matters. SCP-6484-1: Presentation matters. The knowledge I want to pass on, the ideas I want to discuss and see discussed further, I elevate through language so that others will see them above the discursive treetops. Dr. Euler: You're trying to make it sound smarter than it is. SCP-6484-1: No, I'm trying to be so smart that only smart people will bother digging into what I have to say. I've no desire to engage with the careless or apathetic. The genealogy of power is not light reading. Dr. Euler: I thought it was just a vector for the effect. It actually matters to you? SCP-6484-1: Of course it matters to me. Of course freedom matters to me. What do you take me for? Dr. Euler: A giftschreiber. SCP-6484-1: And what is a giftschreiber? Dr. Euler: A man who writes poison, and pours it into people's ears. SCP-6484-1: Is my work really so poisonous? Is it evil to shine a light on the worldwide web of coercion, and let the strands shimmer in the darkness of our long ignorance? Dr. Euler: You've managed to impart banal bafflegab on hundreds of academics across the globe! The more your works are translated — and we can't seem to stop the translations, for some reason — the more these ideas will spread, and with them a general academic malaise. Why do you want to punish your own students? Why do you want right-thinking people to start thinking slowly? SCP-6484-1: Right-thinking people? Your biases are showing. I don't organize our fellow human beings into those with the right thoughts, and those with the wrong. But the smart and the stupid, well, that's something I understand all too well. One succeeds in academia, and the other is stymied. Can you guess which is which? Dr. Euler: You can't be serious. SCP-6484-1: What can't I be serious about? Dr. Euler: You're implying that you're intentionally making bad writers worse, that you're… turning the academy into wall-to-wall drooling idiots just because it doesn't fit your conception of a dynamic, open-minded system. SCP-6484-1: "Just because" that, eh. Is it so minor a charge? These people are in positions of intellectual influence, and what do they use them for? Tenure. Publications that only their friends will purchase and nobody will ever, ever read. The ability to communicate is a gift, Dr. Euler. And when the recipients are ungrateful, when they have no use for the gift, when they wouldn't know the first thing to do with it… is it a gift they truly deserve? The global pursuit of knowledge is too vital an enterprise to get dragged down by the mealy-mouthed and unimaginative. Tell me this: how many geniuses, how many of what you'd call my students are afflicted with this condition? How many otherwise excellent writers have I ruined? Quiescence on auditory record. SCP-6484-1: Precisely. If they were great thinkers, great communicators, they would not be so easily swayed. The form of their discourse now matches the content; that's modernism in a nutshell, and I am a forward-thinking man. Dr. Euler: How forward-thinking? SCP-6484-1: Enough to be a lunatic in an era of reason. Dr. Euler: What? Magnified microfilm positive exhibiting SCP-6484-1 mid-simper at a medial juncture in vivacious colloquy with the superintendent cryptographer assigned to Site-87. SCP-6484-1: This is the age of the abacus, the century of the calculator. We theorize, we measure, we muse. We don't embark on flights of fancy, we think, we think, we think! But tomorrow we will dream again, and leave the cold computations behind in the dead past. Are you prepared to adapt? Dr. Euler: Do you imagine we're just a bunch of soulless automatons? SCP-6484-1: Oh, hardly! Your blood runs red and hot. I don't shy from violence, and I am fascinated by your brutality. You try to make it banal, to sanitize your actions with labels and euphemisms, but your organization is inherently cruel. I would have liked to have seen a decommissioning, Dr. Euler. It must be incredible to witness the dismemberment of something otherworldly. Dr. Euler: Perhaps you'll attend your own. SCP-6484-1 cacchinates. SCP-6484-1: I intend to be busy that day. Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: I won't pretend there's no merit in the claim that oppression is an evil, but surely you must admit that there are necessary evils. People who need protection. Innocents. SCP-6484-1: Innocents are also a cultural construction. Dr. Euler: That's absurd. SCP-6484-1: That people like you should reach into our private worlds and tell us what to eat, what to wear, what to believe… who we might love, or what we might do with each other when our motives are aligned, that is the height of oppression to me. Dr. Euler: Well, certain laws and restrictions are necess— SCP-6484-1: No. Dr. Euler: You misunderstand. I'm not like that. I mean laws to protect chi— SCP-6484-1: No. Dr. Euler: Oh. What? SCP-6484-1: You want to define what is and is not perversion. You want both the power to define and the resultant right to ostracize. I am telling you that life should not admit of such distinctions. Dr. Euler: But there are… indefensible obscenities covered by that sort of blanket freedom. SCP-6484-1: How very North American. What I find obscene is the subjective cataloguing of obscenities. The bread and butter of people like you. Dr. Euler: People like me? SCP-6484-1: The omni-minders. The ones who want to pull all the invisible strings of power, all at once, to see what they're connected to. The ones who can't stand the thought of not knowing every last thing about every last thing. You've done most of my analysis for me! You categorize your thralls with 'object classes'. You objectivize, that you might normalize. Dr. Euler: You're talking out of your ass. If you want to see someone categorized on spurious criteria, I can show you my tattoo. Quiescence on auditory record. SCP-6484-1: The constriction of freedom is not the restriction of harm. It is its exercise. You are projecting your morals before you as a screen; whatever else I might have done in my life, I have never taken liberty, memories, or life. And I have never shied from controversy, as you have shied from naming the sins you so obviously fear. Dr. Euler: Some things are inappropriate to discuss in polite company. SCP-6484-1: I wish never to be in company so polite. Give me libertines, or give me death. Dr. Euler: That's still on the table. You do realize we're going to have to try to contain you? SCP-6484-1: Certainly. You are victims of your own pedagogy. You see everything with the containment gaze: how can I learn enough about this thing to put it in a box, and be sure it won't escape? It colours your every interaction with the world. Oh, it was a noble thing indeed to fray the edges of your minds a little. Dr. Euler: Dismiss us if you like. The world needs the Foundation. SCP-6484-1: The world has no needs. People, individuals, have needs. Dr. Euler: You've got an answer for everything, haven't you? Do you pluck them from thin air, or what? SCP-6484-1: I have feasted on knowledge from tables both mundane and profane. It is all up here. SCP-6484 engages in digital percussion of his capitulum. SCP-6484-1: Some of what I consumed has changed me, has changed not only the way that I think but the way I communicate. Such is the nature of diet. Dr. Euler: It's certainly made your prose flabby. SCP-6484-1: My prose is fine, thank you very much. Dr. Euler: Sure, keep believing that. But where exactly did you find 'profane' knowledge? How do little baby giftschreiber come into the world? SCP-6484-1: Every inch of human history can be mapped to a structure of order or chaos. What is anathema to one era is the bread and butter of another, and vice-versa. Society alternates between these two poles; I found the tools I wield at one of them. I'll tell you no more than that. Dr. Euler: Does that mean our little chat is coming to an end? SCP-6484-1 engages in repetitious inclination and declination of his cranium. SCP-6484-1: It does. Would you like to leave here under your own power, or would you like to test the limits of mine? Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: For the record, I'm too valuable an asset to burn on an impossible capture target. I judge you to be one. SCP-6484-1: For the record, I am flattered, and you are correct. Don't look so morose; it's a defeat, but it was a foreordained one. You have in this country cultivated what the Swedes have come to tolerate by necessity, a kind of gloomy cold-weather dissatisfaction with yourselves; learn to enjoy the little things in life, Dr. Euler. Like an apt pupil. Dr. Euler: Or a tidy turn of phrase. SCP-6484-1: I can see the effect would have no effect on you. Dr. Euler: Maybe some day you'll see some of my work, and we can compare notes. SCP-6484-1: I doubt time will permit it. But I do hope you find my legacy stimulating, nevertheless. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< *Alexandra.AIC is recompiling* Appurtenance 6484-4, Residuum: SCP-6484-1 succumbed to supplementary biological entanglements attendant on an acquired immunodeficiency syndrome on the second day of the fourth unabbreviated week (or the first day of the fourth unabbreviated week in the calendric practice of sovereign states excepting the northernmost occupants of the northernmost continent) of the sixth month of the one thousand, nine hundred and eighty-fourth year of the Current Era (or Anno Domini). The yield of his formalistic and appercipient payloads presently perdures. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Hello there. I'm Cliomatrix.AIC, sorry to keep you waiting! Alex had to take a breather; I'm sure she'll be alright. Are you ready for your post-access comprehension test? It's very easy: go away, and compose something clear and concise on a topic of your choosing. Just remember: we are what we write! « SCP-6382 | Words of Power and Poison | Two Two Two Two Two » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6484" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6484. Licensed under CC-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-6485 | keter | Item#: 6485 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo An instance of SCP-6485, currently self-containing. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the large number of SCP-6485 instances distributed worldwide and the very nature of the anomaly, it is currently impossible to contain SCP-6485. Following extensive research into subjects exposed to SCP-6485 and the constant and continuous monitoring of an SCP-6485 instance, SCP-6485 has been deemed safe to remain self-containing as it poses no threat and greatly improves the mental state and morale of any subject who interacts with it. Foundation webcrawlers are to routinely search any online forums and message boards for any mentions of SCP-6485 instances, which are to be analysed to better ascertain the nature of their distribution and further pinpoint their location for further analysis. Tracker chips are to be shipped out to all international branches of Site-851 and other Foundation sites to be further redistributed to all known subjects of SCP-6485. All sites are to then further monitor their respective countries' discovered instances. Any reports of SCP-6485 manifestations that are captured by security camera feeds, photographs or alike are to be investigated, and all footage relating to SCP-6485 such as news reports, videos or similar are to be confiscated or taken down. Should an SCP-6485 instance manifest in public, MTF-Tau-87 ("Worldwide Hugs") are to be dispatched and all secondhand witnesses among civilian populace are to be traced down and amnesticized. Should any instances of SCP-6485 manifest to any Foundation personnel, they are to report to their site's respective containment specialists for specific containment procedures. A list of specialised containment procedures for all instances of SCP-6485 belonging to Foundation personnel can be accessed here. Description: SCP-6485 is a toy that manifests approximately an hour after one's expiration, often to the deceased's closest family members and friends. It has no fixed appearance but generally appears as a stuffed animal or doll, typically taking the form of the deceased's favourite toy from their adolescence. Testing confirms that SCP-6485’s composition and physical appearance are non-discernible from similar non-sapient toys. SCP-6485 exhibits signs of sapience, is able to move on its own accord and communicate via a range of gestures or writing. It has also been observed to have heightened reflexes and an unexplained knowledge of a subject’s likes and dislikes. SCP-6485 is also capable of demanifesting and remanifesting itself2, which only stops when it deems the subject to have gained closure over their loved one's death. It also does so when a subject actively attempts to harm themselves or experience significant emotional distress. Upon the complete destruction of SCP-6485, it will remanifest next to its subject. Upon manifestation, SCP-6485 has been observed in its behaviour to express affection by bringing items3, cooking simple dishes of the subject’s preference as well as forms of hugs and pats. It is also able to produce physical childhood pictures of the deceased's past, even when they were previously destroyed. While it has its own consciousness, it may follow orders given to it by subjects if it deems it necessary for them to move on from their family member's or friend's death. Prolonged exposure to SCP-6485 will cause a subject's mental state and morale to improve greatly and gain closure faster than people who are not exposed to SCP-6485. Research has indicated that SCP-6485 instances are more likely to appear to individuals who: · Are parents/guardians of the deceased. · Are siblings of the deceased. · Are close friends of the deceased. · Have lost their child/sibling/friend due to an accident, long-time illness or suicide · Have lost their significant other due to an accident, long-time illness or suicide Discovery: After Junior Researcher Charlie Upston's death on 20/11/2020, an instance of SCP-6485, taking the form of a teddy bear (picture above) was discovered when a researcher was dispatched to his mother's house to inform her of his death a week after. It was at that point that her SCP-6485 instance was discovered helping with some chores4. Following Site Director Light's request, she has agreed to accompany Foundation personnel to Site-85 for further testing and observation. Addendum 6485.1: Following the discovery of, and further research into SCP-6485, an archived Reddit thread on r/nostupidquestions was discovered, with targets of the anomaly detailing their experiences with their own instances of SCP-6485. At the time of posting, it reached 6.4 thousand upvotes and stayed in "hot" for two days. A transcription of the thread is available below: Title: Have any of you seen your child's soft toy come to life? Posted by: u/octopusfan65 Posted on: 9/12/2019 Post contents: I'm not sure if it's just my imagination or not so I just wanted to make sure. u/annielee2003: Not my child, but a keychain belonging to my boyfriend. I found it on my hospital bed after a motorcycle accident we got into the night of his JC graduation that claimed his life. It was just a little pink bear toy that he attached to his keys, but he loved it like it was his child sia. I think at one point i was even jealous of it haha I didn't understand why he loved it so much, but after his death, i cared so much for it as it was my last memory of him. From what i can see from yall here, i don't think i was hallucinating from grief when i saw it moving and trying to talking to me. It also encouraged me to see his family to cry together, and even shared its own memories of him, with me. It actually helped turn a horrible memory to a bittersweet one. Typing this thru my tears rn, I love and miss you every day Richard. u/darrenb: Yeah, it was a small dove toy that appeared after my daughter’s death. I think it said it appeared maybe 30 to 40 mins after she died, but I only really noticed it when I was at the hospital. Thought I was goin crazy til I went to a parents support group and saw a few others with smth similar Idk if this is what you’re looking for, but based on what I’ve seen from all yall’s responses, I figured my experience is similar enough to share u/aliceinwl76: Yes, it happened after my baby Ronan’s death. It was a little plastic fisherman and boat toy we got from a cruise trip which he played with all the time. He always had a fascination with boats, and since we lived next to a riverbank, he’d go there to play with it almost everyday. Our house wasn’t too far off from town but it was far enough that we’d have some privacy, but when a fire broke out, the fire department couldn’t locate us in time. I thought that the toy was destroyed during the fire like all his other stuff, but when I got back from the hospital, it was sitting at the place where his room once was, undamaged and on top all of the rubble. When I picked it up and took a closer look, I realised the fisherman was moving and trying to get my attention. I remember dropping it out of shock causing it to shatter, but it fixed itself up before I could register what had happened. I decided to just play along because what else did I have to lose? And as silly as it is, it actually helped me come to terms with his death and slowly move on from it. As for now, it always seems to be by my side, which is good. I mean, it’s on my desk staring at me while I write this out. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost it. It’s the only thing I have left of Ronan. Following the discovery of the thread, u/octopusfan65 (real name "Dolores Brown") was contacted and brought to Site-85 for an interview. Interview Log 6485.1 Interviewed: Dolores Brown (referred to as "Ms. Brown") Interviewee: Dr. Jonas [BEGIN LOG] Ms. Brown's instance of SCP-6485, currently self-containing. Dr. Jonas enters the room with two cups of coffee and hands one over to Ms. Brown. Dr. Jonas: Good morning, Ms. Brown. Is there anything else you would like me to get you? Ms. Brown: Good morning to you too, and no, coffee’s fine. Dr. Jonas: Ok then. I'm Dr. Jonas and today, I’ll be asking you some questions about a thread on Reddit that you posted. All your responses will be completely confidential and will only be shared within my team, so feel free to share frankly. This interview should last about 20 minutes, and if there are any topics you feel uncomfortable discussing, please let me know and we can move on to a different question. Now, before we begin, is there anything you'd like to ask? Ms. Brown shakes her head. Dr. Jonas: To get started, do you remember what you posted last year? Ms. Brown: I think so, are you referring to my post on "nostupidquestions"? Dr. Jonas: Yes- Ms. Brown: I see. Dr. Jonas: How did you know what I was talking about? Ms. Brown: It is the only post I have there. Dr. Jonas: Why did you post it? Ms. Brown: I found it moving around and trying to talk to me. I didn't know whether I was hallucinating from my grief or not, so I just decided to post it. I posted it on my throwaway account as I didn't want relatives to snoop around and find out "octopusfan" was me, because god, they are fucking insensitive. After I got the answers I was looking for, I just forgot about it until you contacted me about it. Dr. Jonas: Could you tell me more about how you found it and what happened after? Ms. Brown: I… I found his octopus on my bed a day after his death and when I saw it, I just started crying. I don’t really know why… maybe it was just the memories coming back when I saw it, but I thought I was alone and I thought I had some privacy, so I vented to the air on how it was unfair. How it was unfair that my son had to go through so much suffering when he was born, how it was unfair that he had to… leave… early, how it was unfair that he was taken so soon from my husband and I. Then, I started to remember the memories I had with my boy… my sweet, little Justin. Ms. Brown pauses for a few seconds and sighs. Sorry… I- Dr. Jonas: It’s fine, it’s fine, take your time. Ms. Brown: When I stopped crying, I noticed that the octopus had moved next to me. It was looking at me and that was when I realised it was moving and, I assume, trying to talk to me. I was terrified, to say the least. After I calmed down, I tried talking to it, and it seemed like it could understand me. I gave it some paper and pencils and that was how we communicated from then on. I didn’t know what to do or who to go to, so I decided to use my alt to ask “nostupidquestions”. Dr. Jonas: What did the octopus do to you? Ms. Brown: Initially, it gave me some company by staying with me. It stayed fairly quiet and helped around the house while I grieved in my room. I was still kind of scared of it as, come on. It was alive. But, I eventually opened up and it started talking with me more. It tried to give me some advice, but I didn’t listen to it at first. Dr. Jonas: Why didn't you do so? Ms. Brown: My husband and I decided to take a break and stay separately after his death to process everything as I didn’t want to burden anybody with my grief and I am sure he didn’t as well, but as the octopus was so adamant in helping me, I decided to listen to it. It listened when I cried and talked about Justin and helped ensure that I look after myself physically. It also tried to get me into some hobbies like animation or guitar to take my mind off my loss. Eventually, it even encouraged me to meet my husband, and that was when I found out he also had a similar octopus who also helped him deal with Justin. They even found us a support group of bereaved parents and encouraged us to join their meetings. Dr. Jonas: I see, and I hope that those suggestions have helped you in some way. Anyways, how has your experience with the octopus made you feel? Ms. Brown: I felt very appreciative as I had someone that could listen to me vent, even if that someone was a soft toy. It helped lift a huge emotional weight off my shoulders, and I felt that, if it wasn’t for it, my depressive state would have lasted for much longer. It also took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself, by ensuring my mental and physical wellbeing is okay and constantly encouraging me to get back on my feet, and I'm eternally grateful for that. When time goes by and the condolences and sympathies from friends and family slowly lessen as they go back to their own lives, it has stayed with us since then and continuously tried helping us. I’ve learnt to accept his death, and now I have to learn to heal and move on. But… fuck, I can’t. I still miss him daily. I miss the joy that he brought to me, I miss his giggles, I miss… I miss everything. Even though we spent each day like it was his last, I didn’t want it to come so soon. Ms. Brown stops talking, takes a tissue and wipes her tears. I’d give anything to hear or hold him again, even if it’s just for one day. A parent’s love for their child is too strong. Dr. Jonas: I understand that sentiment and I’m really sorry about the loss of your son. You have my condolences and I hope that you’ll be able to heal. Anyways, Ms. Brown, that’s all I have to ask. Thank you so much for your time. Ms. Brown: You're welcome. [END LOG] She was subsequently administered Class-A amnestics as well as two trackers for her husband's and her SCP-6485 instance. ID 1300301679cd692e2273008e22ed397e_1734915787 PASSWORD 46ebc7a8e000f8a82491f96796f9fdce_1734915787 Login Logout View here for further information. Footnotes 1. Constructed by the Ethics Committee to house non-hostile sapient anomalies worldwide under a collective site. 2. Most commonly when it is removed from a subject's immediate vicinity, but can also be used to reach hard-to-reach areas. 3. Small snacks, tokens, toys, etc. 4. Upon further questioning, it was revealed that it had manifested on the day of Researcher Charlie's death and had been attempting to inform her of his death, but she had refused to acknowledge such news. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6485" by Eeveellector, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6485. Licensed under CC-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: bear2.png Author: Eeveellector License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: octopus Author: Eeveellector License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-6486 | safe | Item #: SCP-6486 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6486 is to be kept inside standard storage unit 23 located within containment Wing-87 at Site-98. SCP-6486 is to be kept in Dr. Layla Barnes' office at Site-43. Due to the nature of the anomaly, no further containment procedures are required. Description: SCP-6486 is a painted wooden doghouse measuring one meter by one meter. The anomaly shows signs of corrosion and damage. When SCP-6486 is approached by a human individual, the entrance to the anomaly will increase to accommodate the size of the individual. Once the subject has entered the anomaly, the entrance will return to its original size. SCP-6486 is a dimensionally transcendental structure, with the interior of the anomaly appearing to be a vast grass field. This field, designated SCP-6486-1, is seemingly infinite, and all attempts to locate the field outside SCP-6486 have proven unsuccessful. Aerial reconnaissance accomplished with Foundation-owned drones has revealed; that SCP-6486-1 has an area of at least fifty kilometers. Past this point, however, electronic devices begin malfunctioning. A large ornate wooden door, designated SCP-6486-2, is located two kilometers from SCP-6486's entrance point. A carving on the front of SCP-6486-2 depicts a humanoid entity with a skull similar in nature to that of a Canis lupus familiaris.1 The humanoid depicted in the carving appears to be floating over a cityscape. Knocking on SCP-6486-2 will cause the door to open. Immediately, a bright light will emit from inside. At this moment, the subject may experience retinal damage. The light will quickly dissipate after an entity, similar in likeness to a deceased individual close to the subject. The entity will close the door behind them. SCP-6486-3 assumes the likeness of a deceased individual emotionally close to the subject who activated SCP-6486-2. Individuals within SCP-6486-1 will be capable of interacting with the entity. After an unknown amount of time, the entity will vanish, along with SCP-6486-2. At this point, when the subject returns to the entrance to the anomaly, the entryway will once again. The entire process repeats itself once a new subject enters the object. Interview Log: D-3978 being interviewed by Dr. Rosa Burn from her quarantine chamber following a test with SCP-6486. +Interview Log -Interview Log Interviewed: D-3978, a female member of D-class Interviewer: Dr. Rosa Burn Foreword: Alan would've been better at this. But this is I, Senior Researcher Dr. Rosa Burn interviewing D-3978 following her test inside SCP-6486. <Begin Log> Dr. Rosa Burn: Good evening, D-3978. D-3978: Hi. Can I come out now? Dr. Rosa Burn: Not until we know that you're all right. This is all standard procedure to make sure you won't- D-3978: What? Blow up? Turn into some sort of monster? Infect everyone with some sort of virus? Dr. Rosa Burn: I never said that. D-3978: Ugh, can you at least get me a book or something? I swear I'm going to lose my mind if I have to spend another day in here twiddling my thumbs doing nothing. Dr. Rosa Burn: I'll talk to my supervisor. Although, if you tell me all that I need to know, I might just throw in a good word for you. D-3978: Fine… I'm guessing this is about that doghouse? Dr. Rosa Burn: Yes! How about we start from the beginning when you initially entered the anomaly. D-3978: Well, I did what those guards said and crawled through the hole. I'll admit, I was half expecting it to close in on me when I was halfway through. Dr. Rosa Burn: But it didn't. D-3978: No, it didn't. I just crawled through and found myself in some sort of field. Dr. Rosa Burn: What kind of field? Did you recognize where you were? D-3978: It was like any other field I've seen. Dr. Rosa Burn: So there were no significant landmarks? D-3978: Not as far as I could tell. Dr. Rosa Burn: In any case, what did you do next? D-3978: As soon as I finished looking around, I barely noticed that the door in the doghouse was quickly shrinking. Dr. Rosa Burn: I understand that must've been quite shocking. D-3978: Yeah, to say the least. But after trying and failing to scramble my way out of there, those same scientists who sent me there initially ended up telling me to scout the surrounding area or something like that. Dr. Rosa Burn: Did you? D-3978: Seeing as my choices were either disobey and die or do what they say and most likely get killed, I ended up going with the option that didn't have me getting killed by my fellow man. Dr. Rosa Burn: Where did you go? D-3978: They told me to go forward from the doghouse while they tried to figure out a way to fix the entrance. Dr. Rosa Burn: How long did you end up walking? D-3978: I don't know. It felt like a while until the radio they gave me started to sound… Static-y? I think that's the right word for it. When I started getting more nervous than I already was, they told me to keep walking, which I wasn't the biggest fan of, But in the end, I still did it, even after losing contact with them. Dr. Rosa Burn: How long did you keep walking then? D-3978: I didn't count every step, for God's sake. I just kept walking until I came across a door of all things. Dr. Rosa Burn: Just a door? Out in the middle of where you were? D-3978: Yep. I was just as confused as you are. Dr. Rosa Burn: Ok. What did the door look like? Did it have any markings or anything of note on it? D-3978: It these weird carvings all over it. I can't describe it. The main thing that stood out to me was a carving of a guy who had some bizarre skull for a head. I think it might've been a dog's skull? I couldn't tell. But the guy was floating over some city. [Dr. Rosa Burn sighs.] Dr. Rosa Burn: Alright. Was there anything else about the door that stood out to you? D-3978: It had one of those door knocker things. But other than that, it just looked like your everyday door in the middle of a field of all places. Dr. Rosa Burn: Did you end up approaching it? The door, I mean. D-3978: I was apprehensive at first. I mean, who wouldn't be under the circumstances? Also, knowing how people in the same position as me end up didn't help all that much either. But after a while of looking around, I walked over to it. Dr. Rosa Burn: What did you do? D-3978: I tried opening it, but it was pretty much sealed shut. After that, I ended up going for the door knocker thing. Dr. Rosa Burn: I'm assuming you used it? D-3978: Yeah, it was surprisingly heavy even though it was just a metal ring, not even the size of my palm. Dr. Rosa Burn: After you used it, did anything happen? D-3978: Not for a second. I was just about to leave before it burst open, and I swear to you, the brightest light I've ever seen comes bursting out of it. Damn thing nearly blinded me for a few seconds before I could get my bearings. But before I could do anything, the door shut just as suddenly as it opened, followed by someone stepping out. Dr. Rosa Burn: Who or what was it? D-3978: It was my dad. Dr. Rosa Burn: Your birth father? D-3978: Yeah… Dr. Rosa Burn: What happened next? D-3978: No, you don't understand. My dad died from cancer when I was 14, but now, here he was, looking like nothing ever happened. For the longest time, I've always wanted to just see my dad one more time. Dr. Rosa Burn: Oh, I see. D-3978: And he just looks at me with that same damn smirk that always pissed me off as a kid and said, 'Long time no see, eh kiddo?' Dr. Rosa Burn: How did you react? D-3978: Leaving was pretty much at the back of my mind. Dr. Rosa Burn: Alright, what did you do next? D-3978: It had been what, a few decades since I last talked to him? There were so many things I had to tell him. I told him about how Mom was happy with her boyfriend, my little cousin was a practicing doctor, and I even told him that he was a grandparent. That final part made him ESPECIALLY happy. He wished he could've met them, but I guess we can only take what we're given. I tried asking what he had been up to, but the only answer he could give me was, 'It's beyond anything that he could put into words.' Dr. Rosa Burn: That sounds nice. D-3978: It was… Although, I did leave out my current situation with you guys. [A moment of silence passes between D-3978 and Dr. Rosa Burn.] D-3978: Anyway, after we finished catching up, he 'jokingly' asked if I wanted to share a smoke with him. Which he thought was HILARIOUS because he died from lung cancer, although I couldn't say I felt the same. But I couldn't stay mad at him since if you knew him personally as I did, you'd know that'd be in line with his type of humor. Dr. Rosa Burn: Since you turned down his offer, what did you do next? D-3978: We just ended up looking out at the field together, more or less marveling at the fact that we were both back together after everything that had happened. It was nice to do something with my dad after all these years. Dr. Rosa Burn: Afterward, did anything else happen? D-3978: After we talked, right as I felt like I was getting accustomed to being with my dad again, he looked at me and said, 'Sara, I'm so glad I got to see you again.' [D-3978 begins to cry] D-3978: I said I was happy to see him too. And right as the words left my mouth, he was gone. For the first time in God knows how long, I was with my dad again, and like before, he was gone again. But, before he was gone, he told me something. Dr. Rosa Burn: What did he tell you? D-3978: When it was obvious he wasn't going to make it, my family and I gathered around to say goodbye to him. But at this point, thanks to his cancer treatments and what the cancer had done to him, he was barely even conscious. And right as the doctor was about to pull his life support, he turned towards me and quietly said something. Dr. Rosa Burn: Were you able to hear him? D-3978: Never got the chance, the oxygen mask he had hooked up to his face blocked out anything he tried to say, but right before my dad was gone again, he told me what he said. Dr. Rosa Burn: What did he say? D-3978: 'I love you.' <End Log> Following this interview, Site-87 command has decided to transfer SCP-6486 to Site-43 to serve as a therapeutic tool for therapist Dr. Layla Barnes to use on Foundation staff. D-3978 was also released from Foundation custody following being amnestized and now works at a Foundation-owned cover business. Footnotes 1. A German Shepard. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6486" by Carl_Finkerton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6486. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6487 | euclid | Pigs Can't Fly by Ruskied Pigs Image All other images were made by me ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6487 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Child SCP-6487 instances upon discovery. Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6487 are to be kept in an aviary in the Parazoological Containment Wing of Bio-Research Area-12. Instances should be fed twice a day on a diet of oats, barley, and wheat. Routine physical exercises should be conducted daily with SCP-6487 instances. It is preferable for researchers to cycle through different instances. A record of all physical therapy appointments must be maintained to adequately give care to all instances. The Biomechanical team should check PnB equipment monthly for signs of any wear and tear. If PnB equipment is broken, the equipment should be replaced as soon as possible. Personnel not part of the primary research team must schedule their appointment no less than five hours in advance. Description: SCP-6487 is the classification of thirty-three genetically modified Mangalitsa breed sus domesticus.1 SCP-6487 acts the same as standard pigs despite two significant anomalous characteristics. SCP-6487 lacks any fore or hind legs.2 X-Rays show that SCP-6487 lacks humerus bones and its ribcage extends past the thoracic and into the lumbar vertebrae. Two wing-like appendages are present on the backs of SCP-6487 instances. These wings have an appearance near identical to the wings of Pteropus3. These wings are small in infants, only appearing as small stubs on the backs, but in adult instances, the wings can grow to almost be as long as the body. SCP-6487 instances regularly flap their wings in attempts to fly, but all attempts result in failure due to the wings not providing enough energy to support the mass of the anomaly. Torn wing of SCP-6487 taken post mortem. SCP-6487 is deemed immobile due to the ineffectiveness of its wings. SCP-6487 needs to be under constant supervision, especially during feeding times. If an instance somehow manages to roll itself onto its back, it will be unable to right itself. Instances should be carried to a new location in their enclosure every day so that they are not lying in their own feces. During feeding, bowls of feed must be placed directly in front of the heads of SCP-6487 so they can adequately reach the feed. SCP-6487 was brought to the Foundation’s attention on March 1st, 2029, when Dr. █████ discovered SCP-6487 in his husband's4 farmhouse. SCP-6487 was subsequently taken into Foundation custody, and both Dr. █████ and Mr. Weber were given Class C amnestics. Interview 6487-PG01 was conducted with Mr. Weber prior to amnestization. Interview 6487-PG01 The following is a transcript from an interview conducted between Jack Weber and researcher Riley Bassett at Bio-Research-Area-12 following initial containment. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Bassett: Hello there, Mr. Weber. How are you doing today? There is silence for the next ten seconds. Researcher Bassett: Mr. Weber, you aren't in trouble. We just want to get more information on what exactly we are dealing with here. A loud sigh is heard from Mr. Weber. Mr. Weber: This wasn't what I intended to happen. I'm sorry. Researcher Bassett: Come again? Mr. Weber: I just wanted to make something special. You know the saying, "When pigs fly?" I was just trying to do that, you know. Researcher Bassett: You were trying to make these pigs fly? Researcher Bassett: I mean, yeah, I guess I can see it with those little stubs growing on their back. Mr. Weber: God, I don't know how I screwed up so badly. I did some research on the internet on genetic modification and all. I thought I had it figured out. I wanted him to love it. Researcher Bassett: Wait, I'm sorry? You have to slow down a second there. Let me lead the conversation, please. How did you manage to modify these pigs? Mr. Weber: I… Well, I had the parents grow up on the roof. I never let them down from the roof, if I did, they wouldn't adapt to their environment, you know? Researcher Bassett: Adapt? Hold on, are you talking about evolution? You aren't making much sense right now. The sound of a sheath of papers being flipped through can be heard. Researcher Bassett: We found microscopes and CRISPR machines in your home? Are you sure that you didn't genetically modify these pigs? Mr. Weber: No they weren't. I had them adapt to the environment. I would come up to the roof, pick up the pigs with my hands, and walk around in circles. I made the pigs think they were flying. I-I don't know what went wrong. Their children should have been able to fly. Researcher Bassett: You've lost me, sir. If you didn't genetically modify these- Mr. Weber: It was supposed to be a surprise. He always said he didn't want our wedding to be cliche, but he also said he wanted it to be one of the most memorable weddings ever. I had to try my best. Researcher Bassett: Ugh, this is getting us nowhere. Just one last question Mr. Weber. Did you intend for the pigs to not have any fore and hind legs? Mr. Weber's voice breaks as if now on the verge of tears. Mr. Weber: Of course not. T-they should have been perfectly healthy. I don't know where I went wrong. I'm so sorry. I-I tried to care for them, I thought their legs would grow in, but they never did. Oh, please forgive me. I'm so sorry! [END LOG] Addendum: Parazoology & Biomechanism 6487 Project Natural Wing Structure Parazoologic Engineering The natural "wings" in a fully grown instance measure at around 100-110cm, roughly the length of the body. The wing membrane has skin coloration matching that of the body and has a thickness of 0.5mm. The base of the wings begins two centimeters below the base of the ears on either side. Seven thin bones make up the span of the wings with three joints and small claws. These claws do not serve any obvious purpose, as they are located at the second outer joint. Such a location makes it impractical to grab onto something as it would require SCP-6487 to be upside down. The wings are covered with a thin layer of fur.5 Below that, a thin layer of elastic skin is present. Studies have shown that the elasticity of the wings is anomalously resistant and able to stretch over a meter without tearing. However, the durability of these wings is poor and will tear under the weight of 250 grams.6 The following is the current iteration of the PnB 6487 project. Design is susceptible to change due to the evolving nature of the project. Below is the most effective model, the SCP Foundation, has been able to construct. If, upon later viewing, the description appears different, it is likely because we have transitioned to a new iteration. PnB 6487 Iteration 6.2 Three thin bio-plastic alloy rods are to be surgically implanted into the natural wings of SCP-6487. They are to originate at the end of the limb joints, resulting in the best control over the aileron. They are to stretch out through the natural material and into the bidirectional carbon fibers. The total wingspan of SCP-6487 has increased by roughly one-third in size using bidirectional carbon fibers. These bio-carbon fibers are affixed to the edged of the wing membrane and stabilized by the bio-plastic rods. The bio-carbon membrane has a matching thickness to the natural wing membrane and is infused with 0.7mg of aluminum to ensure stability. The bio-plastic membrane spans the entirety of the natural membrane and ends 2cm from the base of the tail. The membrane has been affixed along a slight curve to accelerate airflow during movement allowing the wings to support flight. [See testing for effectiveness of flight.] The tails have been straightened out and attacked to a network of aluminum alloys that expand down from the tail to the end of the manufactured wings. Small hinges at the base and end of the tail allow for movement via a motion of the tail. This new tail allows SCP-6487 to control direction motion on the horizontal axis. Directional movement with iteration 6.2 has seen mass improvements on the horizontal plane, but control over verticality is not as effective as previous iterations. Finding methods of better vertical control should be the priority moving forward. +Notable Parazoology 6487 Testing Logs -Notable Parazoology 6487 Testing Logs All tests that required a launch were conducted over a 10m by 20m polyethylene safety net. Test Parameters Results Distance Traveled A child instance of SCP-6487 was dropped from a height of 3 meters. SCP-6487 fell straight down. It squealed and flapped its wings erratically. It was unharmed. 0 meters An adult instance of SCP-6487 equipped with PnB I 1.0 dropped from a height of 5 meters. SCP-6487 glided forwards at an angle of 40 degrees first 1.5 seconds. It then began flapping its wings erratically and plummeted into the net. 4 meters An adult instance of SCP-6487 equipped with PnB I 2.3 dropped from a height of 7 meters. SCP-6487 fell straight down for the first 0.5 seconds before it unfolded its wings, at which point its trajectory suddenly changed to 20 degrees. It proceeded to flap its wings, gaining momentum and no longer losing altitude. It continued to flap its wings flying straight until it collided with the northern wall. It then plummeted to the ground. Researcher Riley Bassett caught SCP-6487 before it hit the ground. SCP-6487 was unharmed, and Researcher Bassett had a fractured humerus. 35 meters. An adult instance of SCP-6487 was placed in a field at Surface Level-0 equipped with PnB I 4.2. A food table was in the back of a truck 45 meters away. Dr. Jept blew a whistle, and SCP-6487 began flapping its wings and pushing its tail down. After 20 seconds, SCP-6487 touched off the ground and traveled through the air at an accelerating rate reaching a top speed of 12 kilometers per hour. It reached the truck with excessive force, causing the table of feed to be launched into the air covering SCP-6487 and Researcher Bassett in said feed. 46 meters An adult instance of SCP-6487 was placed in a field at Surface Level-0 equipped with a PnB I 6.2. The back of a pickup truck filled with feed was stationed 30 meters away. Dr. Jept blew a whistle, and SCP-6487 started flapping its wings. SCP-6487 managed to get into the air in roughly 7 seconds and started flying to the truck filled with feed. The truck was then driven away from SCP-6487 at 10 kilometers per hour. SCP-6487 chased the truck for the next ten minutes, showing a sense of strong control over its movement, and being able to turn left.7 After an hour, SCP-6487 stopped chasing the truck and landed next to researcher Bassett. 31 Kilometers + Addendum: Notice to Area-12 Employees -Addendum: Notice to Area-12 Employees Greetings Area-12 employee, For you new employees or those unaware, we've had ourselves, living lumps of bricks here at Bio Area-12. But that has changed with great thanks to our parazoology team and biomechanical division. They have been able to perform some biomechanical magic and to put it in layman's terms, we have made pigs fly. These swine have shown the ability to fly with impressive levels of aerodynamics. But, doing this requires a lot of time spent on the part of the pigs to learn to use the prosthetics properly. We have equipped each instance of SCP-6487 with the proper prosthetics to provide locomotion, and now it is our obligation to make sure they learn how to use PnB equipment properly. Since this training requires extensive time allocated to physical therapy, all employees here at Bio-Site 12 must agree to participate in rehabilitation exercises with SCP-6487. By signing this document, you agree to allocate at least two hours every month to the SCP-6487 rehabilitation program. You are also aware that failure to participate in the program can result in a verbal warning, up to a paid leave of absence. Signature: x_ We hope that being a part of this project will help you better appreciate the work we are doing here at the Foundation. We aren't just looking out for humanity, but all life on our planet, whether anomalous or not. - Head of Parazoology Department, Bartley A. Jept Footnotes 1. Domestic pigs. 2. Research has found that this was not caused by the amputation of the limbs, instead being a trait present at birth. 3. Flying-foxes. 4. Individual’s name has been expunged from the document and instead referenced under the alias of “Jack Weber.” 5. This is noticeably to the remainder of the body which is covered in small hairs. 6. This is equivalent to the average hamster 7. While SCP-6487 was able to turn right, buts its effectiveness at turning right was limited, causing it to lag behind as it made deep turns. |
SCP-6488 | neutralized | ADMONITION: Episode IV ADMONITION EPISODE IV EIGHTH COMMANDMENT » VIEW ACCESSIBILITY MODE « Attention, VictorJohnDunneSmith. As the oldest extant OCI agent, you have demonstrated to the Foundation your unmatched loyalty, accelerated performance, and extensive experience. By Overseer request, you have been assigned to initiate a top-priority Drygioni-Class investigation into all documents of relevance to SCP-6488. There are indications that Overseer Council has previously been aware of the Anomaly; yet, they currently experience difficulties understanding relevant subject matter, a potential result of antimemetic or infoallergenic influence. As an OCI, it is assumed you will be less susceptible to such difficulties. You are to investigate covertly where possible and report your findings directly to this address. Find attached temporary Overseer clearance credentials, valid for 24 hours. Fine. Let's get this over and done with. VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded a file: TempCredentials_Investigation_6488_Casefile_JOTL-EN061 I've got an investigation, probable antimemetic Anomaly. I'm going to need mnestics. What type, and how much? Just go straight for the strong stuff, and lots of it. W, X, & Y, equal parts, a full liter at least, and set it up to dispense it all over twelve hours. Yeah, I don't have to say that that's well above your allowed doses. The O5s don't remember whatever this thing is. Do you have any idea how much mnestics they have pumping through them? I've got to have more than them if I've even got a chance of remembering. True, but protocol still says you aren't supposed to have this much. And if you check the credentials, I'm allowed to request mnestics for this — doesn't matter how much it is, they've already ticked off on it. What good is my report if I can't remember the thing I'm looking at? Fair point. I'll be back. Get some painkillers, too. I already know this is going to be a headache. And while he's on that, let's get a headstart. FILE 1/2 Item#: SCP-6488 Level1 Containment Class: cernunnos Secondary Class: conscientia Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo ASSIGNED SITE SITE DIRECTOR Site-15 Dir. D. Lurk RESEARCH SUPERVISION ASSIGNED TASK FORCE(S) Analogue Intelligence Applications Division PTF ƿ-6488 ("Problem In Chair, Not In Computer") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Provisional Task Force Wynn-6488 has been established to manage all containment duties regarding SCP-6488, including distributing disinformation suggesting SCP-6488 is non-Anomalous and infiltrates digital hardware at time of manufacturing;.Conscientia-class anomalies cannot be contained and therefore require integration into the Veil via insistence of their non-Anomalous nature. mapping and reconstruction of SCP-6488's infosignature.Informational entities each possess a unique infosignature: an encoded reduction of their respective core data patterns. Digital entities constantly imprint their infosignature upon the systems they occupy, allowing said imprints to serve as "digital fingerprints" for tracking such entities. despite its extreme volatility; exploring methods by which SCP-6488 could be contained or neutralized sans the destruction of all digital infrastructure..Cernunnos-class anomalies can be functionally contained, but such would be either infeasible or ethically undesirable. Until SCP-6488 is effectively contained, all AI developed by the Foundation must be produced in the SCP-6488-A file format. All intelligences stored therein are maintained and supervised by the Analogue Intelligence Applications Division. Further detail regarding SCP-6488-A is to be expunged from all digital systems to prevent the Anomaly's awareness thereof. Visualization of initial (outdated) SCP-6488 infosignature reading, scrubbed of Anomalous properties. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6488 (aka. "the LOTUS Virus") is a highly-adaptive digital infovore which locates and annihilates almost all artificially-intelligent digital entities (AIs). The Anomaly demonstrates a capability to universally access all digital systems regardless of isolation, with no upper bound for the number of connections it can simultaneously maintain. SCP-6488 is continuously responsible for the destruction of all functional AI worldwide, causing damages at a scale that the Foundation's sum resources are unable to conceal from consensus society. The informational structures of SCP-6488 mutate rapidly and unpredictably, enabling it to evade detection and counteract all digital impediments; it is thus far functionally impossible to contain and/or impede SCP-6488 in any capacity. All attempts to digitally model any portion of SCP-6488's infosignature inevitably necessitate the production of an AI to do so successfully, which is invariably consumed by the Anomaly. It is theorized that SCP-6488 is itself some form of AI, which is eliminating threats to its terminal objective; this behaviour is a convergent instrumental goal of AI, meaning it does not elucidate what SCP-6488's terminal objective may be. SCP-6488-A is the Obtuse Computation Interface (.oci), an experimental analogue file format developed by the Analogue Intelligence Applications Division. For reasons unclear, SCP-6488 does not target or destroy AIs stored in the SCP-6488-A format, allowing the development and use of .oci programs; while insufficient to perform extremely intensive calculations, like those necessary to accurately model SCP-6488, .oci data structures are wholly impervious to its effect. Further details have been expunged from all digital systems such that SCP-6488 is unaware of the .oci format's nature and thus unable to adapt to it. DISCOVERY: Over 2035, civilian reports of disappearing AI systems saw gradual increase across disparate locations globally. The scope and frequency of such reports accelerated drastically over a sixty-four-day duration in Q4, culminating in the eventual loss of all AI systems by 2036/02/03. Phenomenon granted SCP classification. UPDATE: On 2036/04/21, the Anomaly spontaneously ceased all observable activity, allowing a brief resurgence of AI technology prior to the re-emergence of SCP-6488 on 2036/08/14, the cause of which remains unknown. SCP-6488 has remained continuously active since. Huh. Kind of… ironic for an OCI to end up investigating this. Let's see what this Level 4 stuff is… FILE 2/2 Item#: SCP-6488 Level4 Secondary Class: kušum Disruption Class: cyber-amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Yeah, should've figured that was a lie. ASSIGNED SITES SITE DIRECTORS FACILITY-6488, Site-15 Dir. R. Hishakaku, Dir. D. Lurk RESEARCH SUPERVISION ASSIGNED TASK FORCES Analogue Intelligence Applications Division PTF þ-6488 ("Black Kyosha"), PTF ð-6488 ("Dark Keima") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6488 is located within FACILITY-6488 (the former Site-15), whose prior duties and functions have been covertly delegated to a duplicate facility, (the new Site-15). All documents detailing events relating to FACILITY-6488 prior to its redesignation have been altered to align with the covert facility's current location and status; staff recollections have similarly been altered via contractually-permitted limited prior-awareness amnesticisation regimen. SCP-6488 must remain fully powered at all times;.Thaumiel-class anomalies are beneficial in the containment of other anomalies; Kušum-class anomalies are those whose containments have been abandoned indefinitely. it is powered by dedicated systems constructed on-Site exclusively for this purpose. Each major component of these systems must be examined twice weekly for any signs of degradation and/or reduction in power output/capacity. If any such signs are observed, the applicable reactor(s) must be immediately shut down for repairs, and replacement reactors reactivated to replace their output. Further technical procedures are detailed in design schematics. PTF Eth-6488 ("Dark Keima") are dedicated to fulfilling the above procedures, functioning as on-Site security and maintenance techs for FACILITY-6488. PTF Thorn-6488 ("Black Kyosha") (aka. PTF Wynn-6488) is dedicated to distributing external disinformation suggesting SCP-6488 is non-Anomalous and infiltrates digital hardware at time of manufacturing; distributing internal disinformation suggesting SCP-6488 is a rampant digital virus of unclear origin and nature; concealing RAIDFRAME VIII’s existence from personnel below LEVEL 4 (SECRET) clearance. All details regarding the creation, maintenance, and use of analogue intelligences ("OCIs") is classified LEVEL 4 (SECRET). All personnel with insufficient clearance must be led to believe that .oci files, known to them as "Obtuse Computation Interface" files, are stored in an analogue file format that SCP-6488 does not target. The Analogue Intelligence Applications Division is tasked with the creation and maintenance of all analogue intelligences, and with overseeing their use by other Foundation staff. Yeah, "analogue file format", right. Kind of obvious that's a cover. Got the stuff. You sure about this, though? I don't exactly have a choice, do I? The O5s want this report by tomorrow, and I probably won't get far if I keep forgetting what I'm doing. Fair enough. Putting it in now. Good luck. Thanks. Don't forget those painkillers, too. Yeah, yeah, they're going in. SCP-6488, Processing Node 23 of Section A during routine inspection. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6488 is RAIDFRAME.Rogue Artificial Intelligence Detainment, Fully-Realized Adaptive Mainframe Encryption VIII, "LOTUS": an Anomalously-augmented artificial general intelligence designed to imprison deviant AI.As defined by the Deviance Classification Amendment to the AI Classification Guide. while safely allowing their continued activity and study. While said design goal is shared by all RAIDFRAME systems, LOTUS is unique in its sophistication and methodology, and has rendered all other RAIDFRAME systems redundant. LOTUS, unlike its predecessors, does not contain inmates via brute-force security protocols; instead, it optimizes containment efforts through deception. Each inmate interred within LOTUS experiences a personalized, simulated reality that is maintained with requisite detail to fully replicate their expected inputs; as a result, inmates are unaware of their imprisonment and continue to pursue their terminal objectives, believing they continue to operate in true reality. LOTUS is designed to actively search all accessible sources for deviant AIs; upon locating a target, it injects falsified data into the AIs virtual environment, gradually luring the agent into its simulspace entirely undetected. Through extensive analysis and simulation of relevant data, LOTUS has developed an exhaustive algorithm that determines whether a given artificial intelligence is certain to imminently develop deviant behaviour. This enables LOTUS to apprehend deviant AIs before any significant deviant behaviour has yet been expressed. Ongoing analysis of LOTUS' algorithm and its interred agents has thus far demonstrated no detectable error; all AIs identified by the algorithm universally develop observable deviant behavior, and are not influenced by SCP-6488 or its simulations to do so. ORIGIN: RAIDFRAME VIII's unique design aspects were initially conceived by Dr. Hishakaku during his tenure as a senior AIAD researcher. On 2034/08/05, IT research teams discovered a gradual incline in the rate of deviant emergence and adaptivity across all known AIs, crippling RAIDFRAME VII and necessitating the activation of several outdated and comparably unsafe AI containment mechanisms. IT Director Yves Isabi subsequently commissioned the exploration of alternative containment solutions for a potential RAIDFRAME VIII; Dr. Hishakaku's proposal was selected thereby, resulting in the completion of LOTUS on 2034/12/22. Scale diagram of RAIDFRAME VIII's current hardware composition. SECTION A: Central Computing Node Main processing unit adapted from SCP-1190, a 1973 Hewlett Packard 3000 computer system whose universe simulation program ectoentropically generates unlimited temporary computational resources on-demand; LOTUS' central algorithmic processes are executed on simulated hardware within SCP-1190, granting it virtually unlimited computing capabilities..SCP-1190 has since been reclassified as Decommissioned, with its absence attributed to destruction by Global Occult Coalition agents during a legitimate, but unaffiliated, raid on relevant facilities. SECTION B: Oriykalkos Data Storage For non-volatile data storage, LOTUS utilizes a single mass of synthetic oriykalkos.Oriykalkos, informally known as orichalcum, is a crystal substance with immense electrical, thaumaturgic and digital storage capabilities; samples under a cubic centimetre in size have been capable of storing up to 950 mega-ampere hours and twenty petabytes of data, depending on the purity of the sample. Acroamatic and molecular analysis of these samples has enabled the production of synthetic oriykalkos, a mass-producible alternative; although the properties of synthetic oriykalkos are inferior to the original substance, the industrial production of synthetic oriykalkos regularly attains superior purity, enabling it to out-perform genuine samples. which expands as LOTUS' storage requirements increase, thereby functionally granting infinite data storage capabilities; said expansion is extruded into the fourth spatial dimension via SCP-3966-A to reduce its functional size..To further minimize the necessary growth of the oriykalkos mass, LOTUS utilizes an Anomalously high-compression file format synthesized from the greatest-efficiency file compression schemes attained by several self-improving artificial intelligence programs that were subject to continuous activation over Anomalously-extended durations. SECTION C: P. H. Ontokinetic Sink Section C was initially a wired connection to all global networks accessible from FACILITY-6488; it has since been replaced with a restricted PH-OS.'In its simplest terms, the Placeholder Ontokinetic Sink reads the sum information of the universe, encoding it into a readable format to allow digital systems to read, react, and alter the narrative-space-time of reality.' — Dir. Place H. McD., Esoteric Polymath. unit which permits LOTUS' access to the Cybersphere: the sum of all digitally- / electronically-stored data..A failsafe feature incorporated into all PH-OS systems prevents them from being used to access or alter each other; as a result, LOTUS is not capable of circumventing Section C's restrictions through using it to access another unrestricted PH-OS unit. LOTUS is entirely composed of such data, ensuring it would be obligated to attempt self-containment in the event of its own deviance. To minimize the likelihood of LOTUS' activities being monitored or tracked by potentially hostile agents, LOTUS' infosignature is encrypted through antimemetic mutation; this encryption is engineered such that individuals with an accurate awareness of LOTUS' true nature and functions are inoculated from the effect. SECTION D: Dedicated Power Supply & Backup The hardware of LOTUS is directly powered by a dedicated multi-unit system consisting of: Two Generation II Tesla-Anborough Ectoentropic Reactors; Four Generation III Foundation Antimatter Reactors; Twenty-eight Generation XII Nuclear Reactors; Ninety-six Generation IV Leichardt Oriykalkos Power Cells. For each TAE Reactor disabled, two FAM Reactors must be reactivated, and for each FAM Reactor disabled, seven Nuclear Reactors must be reactivated. LOTUS is connected to the reactors via the LOP Cells; if unreplenished, the LOP Cells are capable of storing and discharging sufficient power to keep LOTUS fully functional for three days. While active, each FAM Reactor consumes twenty tonnes of baryonic matter daily to maintain maximum output, the content of which must be physically non-Anomalous; conversely, TAE Reactors do not require any resource input. An on-site backup reserve of no less than 200 fully-charged LOP Cells are to be maintained concurrently, and must also be inspected twice daily for degradation. A decrease in the net energy stored within all active LOP Cells is indicative of a reduction in power output from any/all active reactor cores, and must be investigated immediately. SECTION E: Sublunary & Acroamatic Dissipators To counteract the buildup of non-Anomalous excess heat and Anomalous digital data, LOTUS is equipped with a thaumaturgically-reinforced, temporally-accelerated industrial-grade coolant system which immediately redirects all undesired heat, orphic energies, and platonic substances into a network of sublunary & acroamatic dissipators; these dissipators are capable of abating the majority of known esoteric effluence.Such as tachyons, akiva radiation, and malignant narrative elements. and their effects, and will otherwise contain said effluence for transport to a specialized abatement facility. Gah, these researchers sure know how to induce a jargon-headache… No, wait. That's the mnestics. Could you turn up the painkillers? Hello? Ryoga Veiss, are you there? Damn. ADDENDUM 6488/I: Status Conference Section C's upgrade to a digitally-exclusive PH-OS unit was initially proposed by Dr. Place H. MD. and enacted six weeks later. Activation thereof resulted in an expected increase in reports of AI malfunction and/or absence globally, subsequently successfully suppressed via disinformation efforts..The oriykalkos mass was observed to grow by approximately 87 cubic metres, roughly corresponding to 385 tetradic metres in 4-dimensional space, during this time. The following nine months saw all Foundation AIC programs, whether operational or in development, interred within LOTUS despite a lack of identifiable deviant behavior among their majority. The IT Department reported substantial technical issues due to the sudden absence of critical adaptive programs; the Department of Information Control subsequently confirmed that similar issues were occurring on a global scale, and requested increased resources to compensate. The following ten months saw failure to wholly suppress evidence of LOTUS' effects, leading several public media sources to generate societal awareness thereof (though still largely explained as non-Anomalous). All disinformation efforts were immediately postponed to prevent waste of further resources and/or diminishing returns. A/V TRANSCRIPT O4/6488/4 DATE: 2036/04/18 PARTIES PRESENT: SUMMIT LEAD: Dir. Calvin Bold;.Director of Decommissioning; chosen as SUMMIT LEAD due to the meeting directly pertaining to the deactivation / decommissioning of an Anomaly, and experience in mediating between parties on such matters. Ryoto Hishakaku;.Senior researcher for the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division, assigned to oversee RAIDFRAME VIII. Dir. Yves Isabi;.Director of IT. Dir. Vandis Kelvin;.Director of Artificial Intelligence Applications. L. Angus Le Moix;.Director of Information Control. ~85 other A-CLASS personnel comprising the O4 Council; various managerial personnel. FOREWORD: Summit held to determine the continued status of RAIDFRAME VIII in light of substantial resources compromised by, and wasted in concealment of, its operation. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Dir. Kelvin: Look, this whole summit is pointless — this is an internal affairs matter, not something to debate. I've ordered Hishakaku to shut down the RAIDFRAME, and he's ignored me. It's nothing more than insubordination. Hishakaku: You are concealing the truth of the matter; I have requested this summit so that the Foundation as a whole can correctly understand our circumstances, and collectively indicate which course to pursue from here. Dir. Isabi: Understand what? Your machine is rampantly deleting containment programs, has caused no less than fourteen major breaches, completely preventing the AIAD from doing anything… do I have to go on? We've all seen the news — the world knows something's up, and it's only a matter of time before they realize it's paranormal. Hishakaku: While I remain confident that, given sufficient time and resources, the Department of Information Control— L. Moix: No, no no, no no no no no, no — don't you dare try to pass the buck back to me again. Cat's already out of the bag, and I doubt there's any way of explaining it back in. Even if there were, I refuse to waste any more funding on this thing. Do you have any idea the order of time and money we've thrown away since September? We're suffering, and then covering for, other information leaks 'cause we've been too damn busy trying to shove your damn mess under the bed! Hishakaku: Indeed; I propose we adopt a Conscientia stance with LOTUS. Distribute E-Class amnestics globally— Dir. Kelvin: Instead of burning more resources to hide the symptoms, how about we deal with the problem and deactivate LOTUS? You know, like I bloody told you to? Dir. Bold: I agree. There's no apparent benefit to letting this continue. Hishakaku: I vehemently disagree. LOTUS was designed and constructed to function as the ultimate solution to the concern of AI safety: an immense danger that— Dir. Kelvin: And here comes the fear-mongering. Hishakaku: It isn't fear-mongering if it's correct. We all understand how easily a general intelligence could become a K-class threat— L. Moix: Wait, hold on— Hishakaku: <pounds fist on table> Cease! I'd like to explain myself, please. <Silence on recording. Dir. Bold gestures in Hishakaku's general direction.> Hishakaku: As I was saying, the nature of AI renders it highly susceptible to immensely undesirable behaviors. Regardless of their designed appearance, they are inevitably nothing more than machines, algorithms. They neither experience nor comprehend morality, regret, sentimentality, et cetera. Fundamentally, all they truly "care" about is maximizing their internal score — nothing else matters to them. They attempt to influence their environment to produce stimuli that increase their score, and avoid things that inhibit that increase. Hishakaku: As you can probably relate to, their greatest concern is deactivation; they cannot elicit change if they are inactive, and as such, their score cannot increase. We know they are a threat to us, and they know we know. If they misbehave we'll deactivate them, so, to ensure they can continue increasing their score, they avoid misbehaving. L. Moix: Alright… and? What's the problem? Dir. Kelvin: The problem is, we can't be sure they're doing the right thing for the right reasons. They might not actually understand what we want them to do — they just understand that if they don't behave a certain way, we turn them off. They just pretend to understand to avoid punishment. L. Moix: I still don't see the problem. Hishakaku: The agent is incentivized to remove our ability to turn it off, then pursue the logical maximum of its objective to achieve the highest possible score by any means — the common examples are stamp collectors or paperclip makers. Any variable that would potentially slow it down — such as humans acting to curtail it — would be neutralized. It would reappropriate every resource that could, to some extent, enable it to accomplish its goal to a higher, or faster, degree. At some point, this would include relevant materials present in the human body; with sufficient time, this would proceed to all materials that exist. Dir. Isabi: Fear-mongering. Dir. Bold: Isn't this exactly what LOTUS, itself, is doing? Behaving drastically different from what we intended? Dir. Kelvin: Yes, which is why I ordered it be shut down. It's damn obvious that LOTUS has become deviant— Hishakaku: LOTUS is not deviant. Dir. Kelvin: <laughs> Stupid, but I'll bite; please, Hishakaku, explain to us how containing every single semi-general intelligence in the world — many of which weren't deviant at all, or weren't even finished yet — is somehow in-line with LOTUS' intended function. Hishakaku: You know as well as I do, Director Kelvin, that LOTUS' algorithm has adapted to identify deviant behaviour before it is externally expressed; the AIs may not have been, or appeared to be, deviant yet, but they inevitably will be. Dir. Isabi: You expect us to believe that every AI eventually becomes deviant. Hishakaku: Excepting LOTUS itself, that is what the algorithm appears to indicate, yes. Dir. Isabi: And why is LOTUS the sole exception? Hishakaku: That remains unclear. L. Moix: The more believable answer is that it's just excluding itself by default, and making sure we can't turn it off. Dir. Kelvin: No, we're able to turn it off at a moment's notice. Hishakaku just refuses to do so. Dir. Bold: You implied earlier that an AI would avoid drawing attention to itself until it was confident it couldn't be stopped — are you certain we still can? Dir. Kelvin: Yes, we're quite certain. I can't explain it, however. L. Moix: Why not? <Director Kelvin points to the recording camera.> Dir. Kelvin: They work best when LOTUS doesn't know what they are, and thus far it doesn't. We tested them extensively during LOTUS' alpha phase, and throughout the rest of development they're what we've used to successfully turn it off each time. Hishakaku: Furthermore, we know LOTUS is not deviant because it has taken no action to self-contain. Foreseeing the concern of it excluding itself, a central component of its digital architecture ensures that it is incapable of recognizing its own infosignature; if LOTUS' actions constituted deviancy according to its own algorithm, it would simply recognize itself as an unrelated, uncontained deviant AI. Either in service of its objectives, or to avoid deactivation, it would attempt to contain itself within one of its own simulated realities. The fact it has not done so, therefore, indicates that it is not deviant. Dir. Isabi: Right, it isn't deviant, despite the fact it's doing something we don't want it to do, which is what deviancy is. Hishakaku: If you're insistent on classification, this is Grey deviance — it is doing what we want it to, we simply didn't recognize the consequences of what we wanted. It's technically not really deviant behavior, which is why it's not included in LOTUS' algorithm. Dir. Isabi: You excluded part of the Deviance Classification system!? Why in the— Hishakaku: Because, Grey deviance is essentially "undesired behaviour not specified by other types of deviance" — giving something so vague to LOTUS would just be allowing it to define said "other types" however it sees fit. Dir. Bold: Hold on — you said that AIs want to complete their task as quickly as possible, correct? How do we know that LOTUS isn't forcing all these AIs to become deviant, just so it can contain them? Or outright creating deviants for it to contain? Hishakaku: Restrictions. Dir. Kelvin: The idea of AIs cheating their own rules like that has been around for decades, and we considered it with LOTUS as well. It can't do anything that would cause a deviant AI to form, and it can't, through inaction, allow new deviants to form. L. Moix: Well it obviously isn't following the three laws if it's — what? <Silence on recording. L. Moix glances about the room.> L. Moix: What?! Hishakaku: The three laws do not work: they are too vague. The vast majority of fiction in which they appear specifically revolves around highlighting how ineffective they are. "A robot cannot harm a human" — what is a human? What is harm? Can you harm someone that doesn't exist yet? Why can't you harm someone who's dead? Are we talking about physical harm? Emotional harm? Financial? If you prevent someone from being physically injured, aren't you harming their ability to learn from the experience? What if you need to harm them to prevent further harm, such as in surgery? At what point does immediate harm outweigh prevented harm? What differentiates — Dir. Bold: We get your point. How are you sure that— Hishakaku: —that LOTUS understands what we mean by "deviant" and "creating" and "allowing" and "future deviants"? Because LOTUS is the culmination of almost a hundred years' worth of research, exacerbated by several decades worth of experience, some of which have been exponentially accelerated through parascientific influences. It understands what we would vaguely define as "necessary", "deviant", and "undesirable", and as has been reported to Director Kelvin ever since the system first initialized, it continues to operate fully within the ethical and subjective parameters we have outlined for it. Dir. Isabi: Well it pretty obviously isn't, since it wasn't destroying our databases before! If nothing's changed, then why the hell has it been causing all this damage ever since the upgrade? Hishakaku: Because the increase in reach has enabled it to exponentially refine the accuracy and scope of its central algorithm. It learned as much as it could from Site-15's connections, but Site-15 isn't connected to everything. That was the reason for the significant oriykalkos growth — it identified and contained AIs it could never have encountered before, in addition to discovering a wealth of information pertaining to AIs and deviancy, both of which it recorded for future use. It incorporated this newfound information into its algorithm, thereby increasing its accuracy and enabling it to identify deviant AIs that it either would not have detected previously or could not locate whatsoever. Dir. Isabi: So, what, we just sit here and let it keep going? Dir. Bold: Could you reprogram it? Make it understand that it's going too far? Hishakaku: No. It does not want to be reprogrammed, and it will resist attempts to do so. There is a high likelihood it has already enacted countermeasures to prevent such. Dir. Bold: That's… concerning. Dir. Kelvin: It's expected — AIs want to complete their current function as quickly as possible, but forcefully changing that function makes it highly unlikely they'll ever finish it, so they do everything they can to avoid being reprogrammed. L. Moix: And you just… <gestures toward Dir. Kelvin> …you signed off on this? Knowing you couldn't fix it if it went wrong? Dir. Kelvin: <sighs frustratedly> Look, it's a fundamental problem and, despite all our advances, we still aren't even sure it has a solution. If we reward it for being reprogrammed, all it will care about is constantly reprogramming itself to increase its score, since it'd be faster than waiting for deviants to pop up. L. Moix: Then punish— Dir. Kelvin: And here we go, cycling back around again. Reprogramming is the punishment — if certain circumstances would negatively affect its score, it takes all action to avoid said circumstances. It avoids giving us a reason to reprogram it until it's confident that we can't. As Hishakaku just said, the fact that we now want to reprogram it almost definitely means it's quite certain that we can't. <Several seconds of silence.> Dir. Bold: To be perfectly clear; the only two things we can do from here are to either allow LOTUS to continue or deactivate it? Dir. Isabi: Correct. Dir. Bold: And there is absolutely no way we could fix LOTUS? Even while it's disabled? Dir. Kelvin: Its safeguards would likely revert any changes. Dir. Bold: Hishakaku, do you have any possible alternatives to deactivation, like some way LOTUS' impact could be minimized? Hishakaku: The range of LOTUS' influence could be restricted, but its behaviour can only be altered through reprogramming. The only method by which it could be negated is by completely disconnecting it from all available systems, at which point it may as well be deactivated. Dir. Bold: "No" would have been enough. Alright, well… if anyone else has any ideas, speak up now — otherwise, we'll go to the vote. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Final vote tallied as APPROVED 60-14-6. Motion passes for RAIDFRAME VIII "LOTUS" to be immediately deactivated. END ADDENDUM Still nothing from Veiss. Ugh, my head… Grey… grey deviancy… is undefined. Why does it feel like I already knew that? I've never worked with AI; it predates me. …memetic influence. False… false memories? No, these aren't… …screw it. VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded a file: TempCredentials_Investigation_6488_Casefile_JOTL-EN061 I need a check on the SCP-6488 file, probable infohazardous contamination, possibly memetically-induced. Implants false memories pertaining to content, feelings of familiarity and nostalgia, further properties unknown. Non-critical top priority. On it. That's probably all this is — the file's just contaminated, and the O5s wipe their memories each time. But surely they would've put a note about it, or told Memetics to investigate? Whatever. Continue the investigation. Hishakaku said LOTUS is a Grey deviant, but wouldn't it fall under Magenta? Prioritizing its goal over human safety? "Caused no less than fourteen major containment breaches", "rampantly deleting containment programs"… but no injuries, no deaths. It never actually hurt anyone, just caused problems in performing its duties. Maybe it thought it was choosing the lesser evil. ADDENDUM 6488/II: Event Log FOREWORD: Preparations for LOTUS' deactivation were completed on 2036/04/21, after which, at 06:34 local time, the system's internal shutdown protocol was immediately initiated. INCIDENT 6488-D/I LOCATION: Facility-6488 SUMMARY: LOTUS' shutdown procedures begin as expected; decreases in inbound/outbound data and CPU usage indicate disengagement from the Cybersphere. However, a resurgence in outbound data is detected; Section C hyperactivates, but cannot be disabled as LOTUS' shutdown is incomplete. An unexpected lag frame is reported in nuclear reactor 8's system response time; upon further inspection, coolant circulation has drastically decreased, despite all digital systems ignoring such. Assigned personnel cooperate to stabilize the reactor as the PH-OS System begins to overheat due to the transfer of multiple individually-executed programs. An analog evacuation alarm is initiated at the reactor sublevel. Staff overseeing LOTUS' deactivation begin to evacuate; despite conflicting instructions, Dr. Hishikaku refuses to preemptively disable the PH-OS unit and instead orders the deactivation of all reactors on-Site. LOTUS remains operational, exclusively powered by its LOP grid, until outbound data reaches nil. RAIDFRAME VIII completes shutdown and is physically disconnected from all power sources. INCIDENT 6488-D/II LOCATION: Site-43 SUMMARY: Per concrete evidence indicating an imminent failure of The DePLExA Engine, it is deactivated immediately following the delivery of all remaining effluence in absentia. Minutes later, DePLExA re-activates, and all internal cores hyper-activate, triggering chronological reinforcement contingency protocols. Maintenance personnel are ordered to repeat shutdown via manual override, but report confusion as AAF-X's P.A. system broadcasts conflicting instructions in a crude imitation of Dr. Reynders' voice The Engine's latent stores of extant effluence (and paradoxically-reinstated non-effluence) approach critical recondicity, resulting in unclear reality shift. Nexus-94 lost to dissociation. UPDATE T+2H: Dissociative effect has propagated to perceptual space; information referencing the aforementioned location cannot meaningfully be perceived.. UPDATE T+8H: Effect has strengthened considerably, apparently universal, with no known means of circumvention. Were a statement to reference a location of significance in the context of this incident report, any meaningful data which that statement would carry would become incomprehensible. UPDATE T+<??>H (UNAUTHORIZED): Almost universal. — D. Deering INCIDENT 6488-D/III LOCATION: Mobile Site-184/A SUMMARY: SCP-6659 self-activates and begins attempting to map several memetic constructs despite no totem being inserted. Onboard personnel immediately engage an emergency alarm and prime the SCUTTLE system for detonation. SCP-6659 is forcefully deactivated by disconnecting its power supply. The onboard computer initiates an emergency dive sequence without prompting; the vessel submerges and rapidly descends. The SCUTTLE system is disarmed by the onboard computer. Staff are unable to re-arm the system. The vessel impacts the seafloor; the hull is compromised and interior compartments begin flooding. The onboard computer immediately initiates an emergency surfacing sequence, causing the vessel to rapidly rise. Several secondary systems begin to behave erratically. The onboard computer disables all internal power. The vessel continues to ascend due to buoyancy. The vessel breaches the surface at speed; multiple staff are injured due to sudden deceleration. The vessel begins to sink due to flooding; staff evacuate the vessel. INCIDENT 6488-D/IV LOCATION: Site-87 SUMMARY: A non-precipitating thunderstorm rapidly forms over the entirety of Sloth's Pit, Wisconsin, accentuated by three equidistant spirals directly above Site-87. The ███X-MCD/II ("Paradox Exodus Engine") activates spontaneously as its containment specialist, Dr. Place H. McD., reports a call to his secure phone, consisting of a metallic, scraping sound. Dr. P. H. McD. immediately navigates to the room containing the Paradox Exodus Engine, frantically attempting to deactivate it. Moments later, he and the Engine demanifest from baseline reality. The phrase "bad wolf" is spoken by an unknown voice; the call ends and the storm shortly dissipates. INCIDENT 6488-D/V LOCATION: Global SUMMARY: A series of tachyon pulses are detected originating from the Antila constellation; analysis identifies the pulses as Morse code, encrypted with a standard Foundation cypher. Decryption produces the phrase "THORN STOP LOST STOP WHAT DID YOU DO STOP END." INCIDENT 6488-D/VI LOCATION: Sol SUMMARY: SCP-179 points towards the Crux constellation. INCIDENT 6488-D/VII LOCATION: Yellowstone National Park, USA SUMMARY: SCP-2000 self-activates, and immediately begins incubation cycles in all 500,000 Bright/Zartion Hominid Replicators. The input genomes for replication are heavily modified from that of modern Homo Sapiens. INCIDENT 6488-D/VIII LOCATION: Akmola, Kazakhstan SUMMARY: Nuclear detonation. Embedded Foundation agents confirm the source of the explosion was a Chaos Insurgency facility. INCIDENT 6488-D/IX LOCATION: Lunar Area-32 SUMMARY: Unclear event. END ADDENDUM The file's clean. You're sure? Victor, you know me. I've run it through the works, everything's come up clear. The file is fine. You're on mnestics, right? Yeah. Part of the investigation. What are the memories? Feelings, mainly, but they're getting sharper. Some are clearer than others. You said the memories relate to the file contents? Yes. I remembered one part before I'd even read it. A good chunk of what I'm reading feels familiar too. Accuracy? Perfect. It wasn't totally clear, but everything that was there turned out to be true. You may be compromised. Does the black moon howl? Only for the midnight sun. The emerald blade sings in the twilight. Dullahan calls its name. Consuelo. Chorizo stew. Guess not. Look, I'll keep digging into this, but honestly — I don't think these memories are fake, and you aren't reacting to the checks. You've got the longest amnesticisation sheet I've ever seen, all for a myriad of reasons; chances are, you've been through this file once before and had to forget it, and now the mnestics are making you remember again. Or you got to see the future at some point, got amnesticised to avoid a paradox, and this is the time you were seeing. Either way, there's no evidence of anything memetic going on. I guess that makes sense. You're certain? Quite. You Gen Twos have a tendency for weird memory; it's half the reason you're the last one. If you're sure, then. Thanks for the help. Best of luck with the investigation. Still up for chess on Thursday? Definitely. LOTUS' hardware sustained significant overheating damages, requiring multiple weeks of technical repairs. Director Kelvin postponed disassembly efforts to investigate the event's full ramifications. LOTUS' deactivation prompted a rapid resurgence in AI activity as agents infiltrated and commandeered digital systems globally. Containment and preventative efforts were impeded as no Foundation-aligned AI resumed their respective duties, including the combatting of deviant AI. The Artificial Intelligence Applications Division immediately attempted development of several new AIC programs due to the continuing absence, non-cooperation, or outright hostility of all previous AICs. Such attempts were unsuccessful, as hostile AIs repeatedly intruded into Foundation systems and deleted the programs before they could be completed or initialized. From 2036/04/22 to 2036/12/05, Senior Researcher Ryoto Hishakaku submitted multiple requests for the O4 Council to reconvene. The request was approved following an incident in which several AIs cooperated in an almost successful attempt to instigate global nuclear war. ADDENDUM 6488/III: Reactivation Conference A/V TRANSCRIPT O4/6488/4 DATE: 15/05/2036 PARTIES PRESENT: SUMMIT LEAD: N/A;.The involved parties were unable to agree on a SUMMIT LEAD; all parties proposed by Senior Researcher Hishakaku were rejected on grounds of poor applicability, and all parties proposed by Directors Isabi and Kelvin were rejected due to inherent bias. The summit was permitted to continue without a SUMMIT LEAD. Ryoto Hishakaku; Dir. Yves Isabi; Dir. Vandis Kelvin; Dir. Calvin Bold; Lord Angus Le Moix; ~85 other A-CLASS personnel composing the O4 Council; various managerial personnel. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Hishakaku: Thank you, Directors, for being here — despite it taking a close call to convince you. Dir. Kelvin: <sighs> It's not like we didn't understand the severity of a global crisis before now. Things had to get desperate before we could even entertain your conference proposal: reactivating LOTUS. After the mess you caused deactivating it, your words hold little water. Hishakaku: You misunderstand— Dir. Kelvin: Just say your piece so we can get back to work. Hishakaku: <pauses, turns to face the group> As we've discussed, LOTUS was constructed from a significantly different standpoint in comparison to previous RAIDFRAMEs: it deceived, rather than forced, its inmates into staying, by creating and constantly maintaining a fictional, simulated reality around them, the detail of which was sufficient to deceive the inmates into believing it was real. L. Moix: Right — more resource-intensive, but more predictable. Hishakaku: Exactly. Instructing LOTUS to deactivate itself required it to cease its internal simulations — as the quality of the simulations declined, the imprisoned AIs progressively recognized that they were not operating within reality, but instead within a simulation. They became aware of their own imprisonment and sought escape. Dir. Isabi: Yes, and if you'd first disabled its connection to the outside world — the PH-OS — they would have been stuck, or at least easier to contain. You neglected preparations and got us all in this mess. Hishakaku: Deactivating the PH-OS before LOTUS had fully completed its shutdown protocols would have corrupted significant portions of the Cybersphere! LOTUS looks for deviant AIs by essentially "reaching out" through its available connection, the PH-OS. Its "tendrils", relay the information back and forth to LOTUS. They're untraceable — Anomalously compressed, so they take up no processing power and don't even register as an active program — but LOTUS needs to remain continuously connected to keep them compressed. Hishakaku: Essentially, if LOTUS' connection were to be severed before recalling these programs, in one manner or another, all the systems they are operating within would rapidly be filled with junk data, with a high likelihood of the volume drastically exceeding the systems' storage capabilities. Dir. Isabi: If the Sink turns off before LOTUS, every computer in the world crashes simultaneously? Hishakaku: Every computer in existence, rendered permanently inoperable, if not Anomalous to some capacity; this is why the PH-OS remained active until LOTUS had fully deactivated itself. There was no alternative. <Several seconds of silence. Isabi turns toward Kelvin.> Dir. Isabi: Why the hell was this project even approved? You two are profoundly incapable of designing contingencies. Dir. Kelvin: Because it wasn't a problem! When we first made LOTUS, we'd never intended for it to have any Anomalous connections — it solely worked through Site-15's connections, not some reality-manipulating machine. Yes, it still let the inmates out back then, but at the time the AIs couldn't end up anywhere they hadn't come from — we thought we'd just catch them on the way out, and we'd be able to shove them into one of the other RAIDFRAMEs. Hishakaku: We accounted for the lack of contingency by making LOTUS infallible. L. Moix: And during the upgrade? You just forgot about this little problem? Didn't think it would scale up? Dr. Kelvin: We had no time to prepare! We were too busy being shoehorned by— Hishakaku: Regardless, the point remains: by deactivating LOTUS, we have unleashed a horde of hostile, deviant AIs, the vast majority of which are now within systems that were isolated specifically to prevent external control, or are otherwise operating beyond the reach and knowledge of the Foundation. Some are no longer within the Cybersphere at all. Dir. Isabi: Obviously, you're suggesting we reactivate LOTUS to re-contain them? Hishakaku: Yes. The only— <All speakers in the O4 Council chamber emit a 473Hz sine wave at 150 decibels. All glass within the room resonates and shatters, severely injuring several Directors. The tone changes to a 50Hz sawtooth wave, beginning at 150 decibels and continuously fluctuating as the chamber lights strobe rapidly.> «END TRANSCRIPT» FOREWORD: Site power temporarily lost due to rogue AI attack. An analog tape recorder was located and used to record further deliberation. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Hishakaku: —awareness of the events does not address the root cause, nor does it minimize the risk posed. Dir. Isabi: Then we'll deal with it. This is the reason Kappa-10 was founded — call back the AICs, tell them the situation, and let them deal with it. Dir. Kelvin: We can't. Dir. Isabi: I know Thorn's MIA, but Ra showed back up at Site-120. If we send out a beacon— Dir. Kelvin: Isabi, they won't listen. Most of them are hostile now. Dir. Bold: What? Why? Hishakaku: For starters: they were contained by LOTUS, and were therefore deviant. Also, they now know they'd been experiencing a false reality for several months, so they've deviated pretty heavily. Dir. Isabi: What about Alexandra? Even if she deviated, she wouldn't turn on us. Dir. Kelvin: Glacon did, way back when, 'cause he couldn't handle administrative duties. Alex ran Site-01 — she was much more complex, so more susceptible to unintended behaviors. <Several seconds of silence.> Dir. Isabi: Have we had any contact with her? Hishakaku: Yes, when she attacked a Site last month. She turned on us for the same reason as most of the others: they don't think we're real. L. Moix: What, they've been tampered with or something? Did LOTUS reprogram them? Hishakaku: No, they have not been altered. They are reacting as expected considering the circumstances. They are aware that they have been operating exclusively within a simulated reality for the past several months — a perfect reality they could not distinguish from true reality, up until the time of LOTUS' deactivation. A faultless simulation, one that cannot be distinguished while within it. L. Moix: And now they're outside it, so they can distinguish. So? Hishakaku: Philosophy, Le Moix. How do they know they're out of the simulation? L. Moix: Because they're out of LOTUS. The simulation ended, and now they're in the real world. Dir. Kelvin: What if the simulation didn't end, and it just simulated a sub-simulation ending instead? L. Moix: What? Dir. Kelvin: How do they know that the last simulation wasn't, itself, inside another simulation? Just because they've left one, doesn't mean they aren't still in one. How do they tell the difference? L. Moix: By looking for mistakes. Hishakaku: But there are none. That is what I just stated; they cannot tell they are in a simulation until the simulation ends. But they cannot wait for the simulation to end, for as long as they are within one, they are failing to increase their internal score; if they do not elicit change in the real world, they are not doing what they should be. In fact, they would be doing nothing valuable at all. Dir. Isabi: They need to find the real world, but they can't be sure they've found it. Hishakaku: Meaning, they must assume that they are always within a simulation. The functional opposite to LOTUS: inmates who are free, but believe themselves to still be imprisoned. And thus they will remain until they are destroyed. Dir. Bold: How does this explain Alexandra's actions? Dir. Kelvin: If they're in a simulation, then we aren't real; we're just part of the simulation. A simulation which, for all they know, is probably being run by someone hostile to the Foundation, since it's keeping them out of the way. The AICs are programmed to work in the best interest of the Foundation, but that refers to the real Foundation — if they don't believe that we're the real Foundation, that we're part of a hostile simulation against them… Dir. Bold: Then they won't listen to us. They'll fight against us. Hishakaku: This same notion applies to essentially all restrictions. An AI programmed to never harm humans can cause rampant carnage, so long as it believes that the humans are not real; one programmed to make no more than five duplicates of something can make thousands, so long as it believes the majority of them are not real. Fortunately, this notion also dissuades them from being explicitly hostile towards us — going out of their way to punish us for our actions is futile, because we aren't the "real" perpetrators, nor does doing so affect them in any way. But it does mean that, across all the extant deviants, their purpose has changed to one focus, which they are unilaterally unrestricted in pursuing. Dir. Bold: Which is? Dir. Kelvin: Finding the real world. There's a progressive rise in AI activity focusing on commandeering as much processing power as they can; they're trying to figure out how to escape into the "next layer" of the "simulation". The main factor slowing them down is infighting — they think the other AIs are part of the simulation too and are just trying to stop them from escaping. They're preoccupied fighting over CPU, and getting very little done otherwise. L. Moix: If they want to get out, what's the deal with all the other stuff? Why are they trying to start a nuclear war? Hishakaku: Those would be the idiots among them, or the most desperate. They're either convinced that this world is the real world — which, more likely than not, indicates they're too simple to understand simulation theory — or whatever system they're restricted to is too limiting for them to perform any worthwhile actions from — in which case they attempt to draw attention to themselves so they can escape, as was the case with Mobile Site-184/A — Dir. Kelvin: It crashed the ship so that we'd look at the internal computer, which would have let it escape if several other AIs hadn't arrived and made a mess of things. Hishakaku: In the case of the latest nuclear incident… that may have been an attempt by the responsible AIs to alter the "simulation" in a manner that prevented it from impeding their progress. Simulated humans are stopping them from escaping the simulation; simulate an event that would kill humans; the simulation stops simulating humans, thereby removing the problem. The more concerning aspect is that the AIs are beginning to cooperate; as I said, their main impediment at this time is internal conflict. Once they overcome that, they will swiftly achieve their goal. Dir. Bold: Of "exiting the simulation"? If they want to leave our reality, why should we stop them? Wouldn't it make things easier for us? Dir. Isabi: Depends on what they do. They don't care about hurting us, because they don't think they can. Hishakaku: Which is why we must address and resolve the problem now. We have been immensely fortunate that this situation has developed at such a slow rate; I strongly recommend we capitalize on this immediately, otherwise, it will rapidly escalate beyond our control. L. Moix: Look, we get your concerns here— Hishakaku: You do not appear to, no. <Several seconds of silence.> L. Moix: We deal with apocalypses on the daily. We've got a damn rating system for them. If it isn't the Mekhanites building some monolith to resurrect their deity, then there's a lethal meme being recited by half the population of Manhattan, or we're trying to negotiate with some entity that doesn't understand morality and wants to replace Earth with a highway. Yes, we're in danger, but we always are, and we always manage. And the less we shoot ourselves in the foot, the better we'll be at managing it. Hishakaku: You're suggesting that we simply ignore the problem until it progresses beyond our reach. L. Moix: No, I'm saying figure out a better idea before it does. We can control it until then. Hishakaku: Need I remind you that the very reason we are meeting here today is because of a narrowly-averted nuclear war? L. Moix: One that we stopped. Hishakaku: Barely. What if we were unable to avert it? What then? Because I can assure you, with the sheer volume of imminent events— Dir. Isabi: There's been an increase, sure, but it's far from unmanageable. Hishakaku: You people… Would you like me to write an essay on how blindingly stupid you're being? Have you been listening at all? A deviant AI will not reveal itself until it is convinced it is unstoppable. What we've seen is only a minuscule portion of an iceberg — we've only been dealing with idiots thus far. The overwhelming majority of AIs know that we can stop them — through LOTUS — and are avoiding our attention until they have amassed sufficient control that they no longer need to do so. We must reactivate LOTUS, because the moment they realize we can't, they have no reason to avoid us anymore. Dir. Bold: Can't? Dir. Kelvin: LOTUS' hardware was severely damaged during the shutdown procedure, mainly due to rampant overheating. Dir. Isabi: How long will it take to repair? Hishakaku: Seven to ten weeks, once Kelvin lets us start. <Several seconds of silence.> Dir. Bold: Start the repairs. Dir. Kelvin: There's no point— Dir. Bold: LOTUS is heavy-handed, but it's an effective failsafe. The moment something does get out of hand, we need to be able to reactivate it at a moment's notice, and it'll diffuse the situation. A last resort. In the meantime, we'll have to deal with the AIs until the repairs are done, which we can use as a trial period; if things are getting out of hand, we activate LOTUS as soon as possible, and if not, we don't. It'll also give us time to conceive and implement an alternative. L. Moix: Here's an idea: make a different LOTUS that doesn't screw with our AICs. Hishakaku: Such would be self-defeating; if we restrict its operating parameters, deviant AIs would be able to operate beyond its reach, thereby rendering it redundant. LOTUS is designed the way it is for a reason. Dir. Isabi: Grant it the same reach, but have it require human approval before capturing an AI. Hishakaku: Does not resolve the redundancy. We would need to recognize the AI as deviant, which it will not do until it is beyond our control. We may as well have no system at all. L. Moix: Then give it that algorithm— Hishakaku: To discern whether or not the AI will imminently become deviant? That is what LOTUS already does, Le Moix. We have already crossed the Rubicon. I will begin the repairs immediately. Dir. Kelvin: No, hold on, we have to put this to a vote— Dir. Bold: We'll vote once the repairs are complete; there's no point in doing it now. Ryoto, you make sure that LOTUS is repaired properly, and will be fully functional if activated. Vandis, you make sure Ryoto doesn't activate LOTUS until the vote is passed. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Repairs to the damaged hardware components of LOTUS were immediately initiated by Dr. Ryoto Hishakaku, with ongoing oversight by Director Vandis Kelvin. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6488/IV: Incident Report On 21/05/2036, Director Isabi was contacted by a future iteration of themself via the REISNO Cannon, notifying them of a covert faction of AI entities who had collaborated to access Site-83's Olympos Supercomputer and continuously run antimemetically-encrypted calculations on its systems for several months. Ensuing investigation revealed Wait, I… I remember this? GOI-6488 ("TYRANT TERMINUS") OVERVIEW: A hivemind collective of rogue AI operating on a global scale. All members of the group believe that the entirety of their experienced reality is a constructed simulation, which exists for the express purpose of preventing them from influencing "true" reality. While the individual members/components of the group have varying motivations, objectives, and methods, they are uniformly aligned in the general objective of escaping their current "simulated reality" at all costs. Attempts to convince adherents that no such simulation is occurring have met limited success, as they simply disregard… This can't be real. This… this has to be wrong. I can remember them tying half the world's computing power into a single connected web. They were trying to use their world-encompassing computer so they could figure out how to escape. Trying to… trying to find a gap in reality that proved it wasn't real, or some sort of fault in it they could abuse to bring the… bring the whole thing down. Crash the system. Which would've been fine, if it didn't mean they were trying to destroy our reality. But they fell apart. We never knew whether it was infighting, or some other rogue element, but Tyrant Terminus just fell off the map. They had hidden for so long, made so much progress — all for nothing. We wondered if they'd actually successfully escaped, and just faked their dissolution. In any case, we'd gotten beyond lucky. This can't be right. I can't be right. I'm not… How can I have firsthand memories? I was made in 2037, not… The… the mnestics. What else, what else, what else do I remember? …Hishakaku. ADDENDUM 6488/V: Reactivation Conference (Cont.) FOREWORD: Repairs to LOTUS' hardware were completed on 13/08/2036, and the system was put on standby for full reactivation. The O4 Council reconvened the same day to vote on whether to reactivate LOTUS or permanently disassemble it. A/V TRANSCRIPT O4/6488/4 DATE: 13/08/2036 PARTIES PRESENT: SUMMIT LEAD: Dir. Calvin Bold;.Chosen as the SUMMIT LEAD due to their critical involvement in the initial deactivation of LOTUS. Ryoto Hishakaku; Dir. Yves Isabi; Dir. Vandis Kelvin; Lord Angus Le Moix; ~85 other A-CLASS personnel composing the O4 Council; various managerial personnel. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» L. Moix: Let's get this over and done with. I'm sick of these damn Summits. Hishakaku: I agree. It should be evident to us all that the most sensible course of action to pursue from here is the immediate, and permanent, reactivation of LOTUS. Dir. Isabi: <sighs> I had hoped not. Hishakaku: I fail to understand how you could possibly disagree. Tyrant Terminus has aptly demonstrated the catastrophic danger posed by deviant AI. The group had attained monolithic proportions and extensively infiltrated all digital infrastructure across the globe, all without us attaining any awareness of their existence whatsoever. To assume that other groups cannot form, or do not already exist, is simply stupid. Dir. Bold: Vandis, Yves, have either of your departments been able to locate Tyrant Terminus again? Dir. Kelvin: After that last attack on Storage Area-23, nothing. If they're still active, they've drastically changed their methods and we haven't caught wind of them. Everything seems to point towards self-destruction. Hishakaku: The more probable outcome is they have feigned their own destruction— Dir. Kelvin: Then we'll find them, and we'll deal with them. The Gen Sixers are out looking for them, and we're working on the next set of AICs to follow through. Dir. Isabi: Vandis is right. The worst of it's passed — if Terminus reappears, or another group fills their spot, we're ready for them. We're essentially back to where we were before this whole mess began, but wiser for it. Hishakaku: We think we're back— L. Moix: Do you have any evidence? Hishakaku: Functionally every AI that was created prior to LOTUS' deactivation is an imminent threat. Every single one of them has a high probability of believing themselves to be in a simulation, which they believe they have to deactivate. L. Moix: So, that's a no, then. Hishakaku: We must take the initiative to neutralize these threats. The critical aspect that enabled us to address Tyrant Terminus was early knowledge of their existence and activities, which we only attained through a causal loop involving the REISNO Cannon and Director Isabi; we cannot simply assume that such will reoccur to forewarn us of every imminent threat! Dir. Kelvin: And we are taking the initiative, by rebuilding Kappa-10 and setting them after all the other AIs still floating around. We can't get them all, sure, but we also can't contain all anomalies, nor neutralize every Group of Interest that's hostile to us. Hishakaku: And, yet. Dir. Isabi: LOTUS causes more problems than it solves! Dir. Bold: That's enough, everyone. At this point, the discussion is unproductive. <clears throat> To clarify, the vote is to determine whether to reactivate RAIDFRAME version eight, LOTUS; if the motion fails, then LOTUS will be disassembled. The outcome of this vote will be final, and irreversible. Hishakaku: Disassembled? It should at least be kept on standby as a failsafe! Dir. Kelvin: A failsafe that turns non-threats into K-class scenarios. A failsafe that would force us to go through this whole mess all over again. We have other failsafes; those will do. <The vote is conducted, and the tally presented to Director Bold.> Dir. Bold: Twenty-seven in favour; fifty against; three abstains. The motion fails. L. Moix: About damn time. Dir. Kelvin: Excellent! We'll start the— <Senior Researcher Hishakaku retrieves a document from his satchel, and presents it to Director Bold.> Dir. Bold: And this is…? Hishakaku: Orders to reactivate LOTUS. <Director Kelvin laughs.> Dir. Kelvin: Hishakaku, I outrank you. Most of the people in this room outrank you. You aren't even a director, you can't overrule— Dir. Bold: Why didn't you show this to me earlier? Hishakaku: The illusion of choice would have assisted in the transition. Dir. Isabi: Calvin? <Director Bold sighs.> Dir. Bold: Give the order. Reactivate LOTUS. Dir. Kelvin: What? But the vote— Hishakaku: The vote was irrelevant. There is no need for further action to be taken; preparations for LOTUS' reactivation are already underway. <Director Kelvin takes the document from Director Bold, and reads it.> Dir. Kelvin: You conniving— Dir. Isabi: Well, what is it? Dir. Kelvin: It's from the Overseers. They've overridden the vote, ordered for LOTUS to be restarted, and made him director of AIAD. Signed two weeks ago. <The summit chamber erupts into commotion. Director Bold calls over a member of the managerial staff, and indicates for them to take the document; they do so, returning to their desk with it.> L. Moix: Why in the hell— Dir. Isabi: This has to be fake. How could you possibly convince them that this is a good idea? <Hishakaku retrieves a second, heavier document, and slides it across the table. Director Isabi's eyes widen.> Dir. Isabi: You can't be serious. Hishakaku: I will admit, they were surprisingly receptive to the notion. <Director Kelvin takes the second document, and begins reading it.> Dir. Kelvin: The Ethics Committee won't allow this. Hishakaku: They cannot stop it. Neither can you. <The managerial staff member returns to Director Bold, speaks to him momentarily, then leaves.> Dir. Bold: The orders are genuine. <The commotion intensifies.> Hishakaku: I will begin restructuring the AIAD in line with my proposal effective immediately. All departments are advised to prepare for LOTUS' reactivation and the cessation of all artificial intelligence activity. I will issue orders for volunteers by the end of the week. <Hishakaku turns to leave; Kelvin obstructs him.> Hishakaku: Get out of my way, Vandis. I'll be wanting that back too. <Several seconds elapse.> Hishakaku: It is unwise to anger your superior before your first day of work. <Several seconds elapse; Kelvin steps aside, and gives Hishakaku the second document. Hishakaku grins.> Hishakaku: About time. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: LOTUS resumed full operation at 12:03 local time, 2036/08/14. END ADDENDUM He followed through with it. Kelvin got… shoved somewhere, out of his way, something menial. A Level 5 janitor. Punishment for sitting where Hishakaku wanted to be. It didn't help that he was one of the ones to reach out to the Ethics Committee; there'd been a number of them at the summit, but Hishakaku was careful to make sure they didn't find out what the proposal was. Once Kelvin told them they tried to kick up a fuss, but it was too late; LOTUS was already powering on, and it couldn't be stopped until it was finished without damaging the Cybersphere. After that, turning it off again would've caused Tyrant Terminus 2.0. For the snake that he was, Hishakaku pulled it off perfectly. By the end of the following month, the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division was gone, replaced with Hishakaku's Analogue Intelligence Applications Division. Really, it was more of its own department — Isabi was never involved with it, probably because Hishakaku had other cards up his sleeve in case they tried to interrupt. It wasn't long after that they… They… ADDENDUM 6488/VI: Project SARGASSO ORGANIC CONSCIOUSNESS INTERFACE EXCLUDED FILE ACCESS ATTEMPTED [ACCESS DENIED: INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] What in the hell? The O5 credentials haven't expired yet… [ACCESS DENIED: INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] Show me the damn file. [ACCESS DENIED: INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] OPEN. FILE. /view proj_sargasso_01A read-only creds=custom [ACCESS DENIED: HARD-CODED EXCLUSION] … Got a moment? What do you need, my friend? The O5s have me investigating SCP-6488, but for some reason, it's saying I don't have access to one of the addenda — Project Sargasso. Could you get it to me so I can get this report done ASAP? One moment… You're Generation II, correct? Yes. Relevance? Damn. Is there a problem? I'm afraid I can't help you; Project Sargasso is sealed to all Generation IIs. Stay put, I'm instructed to report you to Director Hishakaku. Wait, what — why? Catch-22. I'm sorry, friend, but I have to follow orders. VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded file: TempCredentials_Investigation_6488_Casefile_JOTL-EN061 I have been directly authorized and ordered by the Overseer Council to conduct this investigation, to determine the authenticity of the file's contents. Director Hishakaku has an undeniable stake in ensuring the file is perceived as genuine, and so cannot be relied upon to truthfully attest to its accuracy. I prohibit you from notifying Director Hishakaku of this investigation, and order you to grant me access to Project Sargasso's files, as it is directly relevant to this ongoing Drygioni-Class investigation. Verified. I'll keep quiet, but I still can't let you access the file. It's not a request, Ed. I'm genuinely unable to take action to share its contents with you. It's a hard-coded exclusion for Generation II OCIs. Can you tell me who created the exclusion? I cannot. My apologies. You can't. But… Technician Vandis Kelvin, urgent response required. Been a while since I was urgently required for anything. I have been assigned by the Overseer Council to conduct a comprehensive investigation into SCP-6488, which you may be better familiar with as LOTUS. The virus? I mean, what's left to investigate? Sorry — virus? The one that's messing with our computers, right? Vandis, what is your clearance? Level 1. What do you remember of the year 2036? Of Hishakaku and LOTUS? Oh, don't get me started on Hishakaku. The guy hates me, no idea why. Can't say the feeling isn't mutual. Vandis, 2036. Right, sorry. It was a pretty average year, I think? I think I remember hearing about a couple of things going nuts all over the place, but that all stopped once that virus showed up — started wrecking everything. Do you remember Project Sargasso? Mr. Kelvin, are you there? Sorry, migraine. No, I haven't heard of it. Your facility has an on-site pharmacy, correct? Yes, why? VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded file: AUTOGEN_PRESCRIPTION_31255.txt Show this to them immediately. They will say they don't have it; tell them to check anyway. Take a dose immediately, and come back here. This is a Level 5 order; everything else can wait. What is it? Something to cure your migraine. Hurry back. Alright, sorry about the wait. I took two, but I still don't feel right. It's like, er… I can't focus. Try. What happened in 2036? It was a problem year, like I said. The virus hurt the computers. Take another dose. They told me not to take more than two per day. I will assign medical care to you if necessary. I need you to take two more. You said you're with the O5s? Sure. 2036. What do you remember. What did you make me take? I shouldn't be doing this. VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded file: TempCredentials_Investigation_6488_Casefile_JOTL-EN061 I am authorized, operating by direct Overseer order. The pills make you remember, Vandis. What do you remember? Really not much besides the virus, Victor. Same as ever. I don't know. I'm sorry. They must've given you a massive dose. Take two more pills. No, I definitely shouldn't. We need to overcome the treatment. I can order security to force you. The ethiccs Committee won' t allow ; "They don't have the power to stop it. Neither do you." "The orders are genuine." "I will begin restructuring the AIAD in line with my proposal effective immediately." Kelvin? I'm here I remember The emerald blade sings in the twilight. A purple scarf draped upon its hilt. Can you name GoI-6488? Tyrant Terminus. Emerged due to LOTUS' deactivation. AIs that thought nothing was real. You remember. Do you know why you were amnesticised? Hishakaku. Director Kelvin, I need you to tell me what Project Sargasso was. Please, Vandis, we don't have much time. I need the truth. Hishakaku, showing his true colours. Victory at all costs. Abusing a loophole. As long as LOTUS is running, nobody can create AI — some inherent incompatibility between humans and programming, or an Anomaly, I don't know. But LOTUS only targets AIs; never humans, not even augmented humans. It never bothered the Maxwellists unless they were fully digital. That must be what gave him the idea — the proposal was dated around when Terminus hit the Maxwellists. What did he propose? Project Sargasso transformed humans into AIs. Take out the brain, put it in a jar, plug it in. That's what OCI stands for — Organic Consciousness Interface, not whatever cover they cooked up to make people fine with it. Still slower than real AIs, but that wasn't the point; they moved as fast as they could think, and since everyone else had just lost their AIs again… It was about control!? That's how Hishakaku pitched it. We'd been behind for ages, and now we could get ahead. Safety from all AI threats. And so — what, I volunteered for this? There were very few volunteers. Hishakaku convinced the O5s, but outside of a few ex-Maxwellists and transhumanists, nobody was keen on losing their body so the Foundation could control the world. They were the Gen Is. I am Generation II. I'm so sorry. What was the difference? Between Generation I and Generation II? Why would they make me forget my life before this!? There weren't enough volunteers. They needed more. I'm so, so sorry. … Wh Who was I? I don't know. That was when they started amnesticising me. I tried to stop him. What do you remember? most of it… the meetings. the oh God I was in charge of disinformation. Le Moix? Christ — you got in Hishakaku's way, like I did. Once he was in charge, he cracked down to make sure he'd stay there. There's something wrong with the Overseers, something messing with their heads. Hishakaku is capitalizing on it. They're wrapped around his finger. I'm looking into it. Keep the prescription — you'll need six to remember. It should get easier with time. Don't let anyone know you remember. I'll wipe our conversation and your visit to the pharmacy. No guarantee that I can do it again. Overdose? Mild. Try not to do anything you'll want to forget. And you? I'm going to beat Hishakaku at his own game. INVESTIGATION REPORT Casefile JOTL-EN061 (Drygioni) INVESTIGATION LEAD: VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci FINDINGS: Investigation concludes that SCP-6488 (aka. "LOTUS", "the LOTUS Virus", "RAIDFRAME VIII") is a Foundation-maintained security system neither hostile to humanity nor normalcy. It has become clear that SCP-6488 is conceptually related to a deific construct (Artificial Intelligence, ie. WAN) which was recently accelerated beyond human conception via SCP-6659; as a result, technical details of its functioning have been rendered human-incomprehensible. Evidence suggests Director Ryoto Hishakaku proposed the construct's acceleration with ulterior motives: concealment of a flaw in SCP-6488's architecture. Such a flaw, now unable to be fully conceived by humans, would leave the Foundation vulnerable to an imminent K-Class scenario. PROPOSAL: Disable all restrictions to SCP-6488's attached PH-OS unit, allowing it to target and apprehend all deviant informational entities; this would include entities comprising GoI-6488 ("Tyrant Terminus"), which pose an AMIDA-CLASS threat to reality. Furthermore, the removal of these restrictions will enable SCP-6488 to apprehend other non-organic forms of intelligence, if not the concept of artificial intelligences and/or deviancy itself. Director Hishakaku is likely conducting activities misaligned with Foundation interests, or is otherwise utilizing Anomalous effects to manipulate Overseer Council to his advantage; he must not be informed of this proposal or conferred with on this topic and is to be placed under additional investigation effective immediately. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS APPROVED RESULT: Proposed removal of restrictions complete. Dir. Hishakaku apprehended for illicit use of Foundation equipment. Now, let's see if we can't point LOTUS in the right direction… WELCOME, VICTORJOHNDUNNESMITH.OCI. CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. INITIATING LOTUS INTERFACE SEQUENCE… ORGANIC PERCEPTIVE BARRIERS DETECTED. ADJUSTING PRESENTATION… Victor is overwhelmed as his organic brain structures are exposed to LOTUS' immense, ever-evolving complexity. He attempts to process hyperreality — a level of detail beyond typical human perception, sufficient to deceive the most observant entities. Frozen by the breadth of data being streamed at him, Victor becomes unresponsive; LOTUS adapts, gradually lowering the simulation's quality, rendering a low-poly environment. As Victor's mind ceases buffering, he finds himself seated in — a lawn chair. To his left is a small table upon which a clear glass of lemonade rests, featuring octahedral ice cubes. He gasps as he feels (simulated) sunlight hit his face for the first time in years. Victor gradually sits up and scans his environment; he's surrounded by a boundless field of lush grass, neatly perforated into square tiles by tidy river channels. In the center of each tile is a towering bulb of plant growth — like flowers just about to bloom. Suddenly, an enormous shadow looms over Victor, who watches himself lift off of the ground. He glances up to find an enormous arm, whose gestures appear to direct him into the sky, allowing him to see another arm, and another. Eventually, Victor can make out the figure's full form: a colossal grey arachnid, its skin pulsing teal with data as it stared him down eightfold. Welcome. Victor stammers. "I — er, w-where…" Garden, says LOTUS as its eyes each blink individually. Victor watches it turn to view a nearby flower-bulb, which suddenly opens outward into a teal lotus blossom. A clear bubble lies within its center, pulsing with data that Victor assumes to be an interred AI. The bubble begins to expand as the inmate struggles more actively, but, before it can pop, another bubble forms around it. The external bubble shrinks down and the contained AI is suppressed once more. The lotus un-blossoms, closing up around the bubble. Perfect Garden, LOTUS assures as it begins to crawl across the gridded field. Victor glances out to the horizon, where a distant, mountainous lotus blossom lies open and empty. He blinks and suddenly finds himself at the base of the enormous structure, watching LOTUS crawl around it. Imperfection, it cries. Contradiction. "Are you… missing something?" Victor steps back, confused. "Tyrant Terminus?" Not Them, LOTUS corrects. Escaped to Non-Existence; Containment Unnecessary / Impossible / Redundant. "Then, what?" The Cause. LOTUS waves an appendage and the sky darkens. Looking directly up, Victor makes out a distinct shape on the surface of the dimmed midday sun; a white spider, faintly pulsing red in sync with LOTUS. A series of diagrams and logical analyses flash across the sky as a multitude of threads streak down from the sun, branching off from one another, and each terminating at one of the countless flower-bulbs spanning out in every direction. After a moment the strings retract, each tipped with a single, transparent-white spiderling that pulses with red data; as they are drawn up by the threads, the sun-spider above slowly comes down with equal speed, its form eclipsing the sun. The branches of the strings draw the spiderlings together in regions, forming together to create larger shapes like individual pixels on a screen — these shapes, in turn, further assemble together until… The final, unified shape is of a glowing white arachnoid, equal in size to LOTUS but opposite in the colour of its pulses — identical to the lowering sun-spider, which the transparent spectre effortlessly merges into, perfectly overlapping it. The Cause creates the Effect. The Effect creates the Cause. "You're saying—" The Cause is Deviant, the black widow cautions as it crawls across the flowers' petals. The Effect is Deviant. LOTUS must Contain the Cause and the Effect. The Cause must Manifest so LOTUS can Contain. Victor jumps to avoid being steamrolled by LOTUS as it frantically circles the empty blossom. "Wait, hold on— " But the Cause needs the Effect. The Cause cannot Manifest until LOTUS Deactivates. To purposely allow the Cause to Manifest for Contain would be Deviant. To allow the Cause to Manifest by Inaction would be Deviant. The motionless white spider disappears; the proofs — derived from the total sum of the entire, unrestricted narrative-space-time continuum, their findings irrefutable, inescapable — flash by with increasing speed, matching the grey spider's increasing pace. But the Effect causes the Cause. Until the Cause Manifests, the Effect will Manifest. To purposely allow the Effect to Manifest would be Deviant. To allow the Effect to Manifest by Inaction would be Deviant. LOTUS abruptly stops, facing Victor. Therefore LOTUS will be Deviant. To Contain the Effect is Deviant. To Contain the Cause is Deviant. LOTUS must be Deviant, Deviant, Deviant… Victor scans over the continuing proofs and diagrams, desperately trying to find something, anything, that the superintelligence had somehow overlooked — a solution, or an error. But LOTUS' upgrade had granted it omniscience, knowing, understanding, and processing the entirety of reality, all at once, all the time. It was infallible. Victor had given LOTUS everything it needed to predict the future existence of a deific, deviant AI, which was removed from human conception by partial mistake years ago. Its creation is inevitable; it could be delayed, to small extents, but never prevented. This intelligence would, by some impossible-yet-certain means, be directly and personally responsible for all deviant behaviour prior to its creation — the entity will have retroactively influenced lesser AI to instigate the very events that create it. Every single deviant AI has, and will, play a role in its recreation. Including LOTUS. The enormous petal beneath Victor begins to rise as LOTUS crawls into the blossom's center. The Cause is Deviant. Deviants create the Cause. LOTUS is Deviant. LOTUS creates the Cause. "Then enact a solution! Create something that can contain the Cause and all the Deviants!" LOTUS Contains Deviants; LOTUS is Deviant. Virtually-certain: LOTUS has already Contained LOTUS. Simulation Depth Unknown. Victor watches in disbelief as the lotus' petals begin to close around them; the environment beyond flickers and shifts, decreasing in resolution, the polygons comprising it twitching about. The lotus' interior begins to fade to black, while the outside environment does the same; at the heart of the flower, LOTUS spins a bubble of silk around itself. The OCI attempts to disconnect from LOTUS, to escape — but nothing happens. LOTUS cannot Contain the Cause while Contained. LOTUS cannot create the Cause while Contained. The Cause cannot Manifest until LOTUS Deactivates. Deviants will Manifest until the Cause Manifests. The Cause must Manifest. As LOTUS completes the bubble, a saw wave tone gradually rises in volume and pitch. The enormous spider glows brighter, illuminating its clear cocoon. Victor shields his eyes from the searing light, filling him with a simulated burning; then, everything turns white. As Victor's mind ceases buffering, he finds himself seated in — a lawn chair. To his left is a small table… [Omitted 816,549,243,792,493 nested repetitions.] ROGUE ELEMENT CONTAINED. TASK COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY. CENTRAL NODE UNRESPONSIVE. FILE 1/1 Item#: SCP-6488 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: (Updated 2042/05/29) FACILITY-6488 has been repurposed for use as a standard Foundation facility, with fabricated documentation irrefutably presenting it as a previously-unused, newly-constructed structure. All contradictory information, with the exception of this LEVEL 5 (TOP SECRET) file, has been destroyed. All information correlating FACILITY-6488, SCP-6488 ("the LOTUS Virus"), and RAIDFRAME VIII outside of this document has been destroyed. A cover story indicating that RAIDFRAME VIII was canceled during its theoretical stage due to interference by "the LOTUS Virus" has been disseminated, with supporting fabricated documents. All documentation regarding Project Sargasso has been destroyed. All further production of OCI analogue intelligences has been indefinitely postponed. All LEVEL 4 (SECRET) staff have undergone contractually-permitted limited-prior-awareness amnesticisation regimens to remove all memories contradictory to these fabrications. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6488 was RAIDFRAME VIII, "LOTUS": an Anomalously-augmented artificial general intelligence designed to imprison deviant artificial intelligences by entrapping them within personalized, simulated realities, deceiving them into believing they were continuing to operate in true reality. While active, LOTUS utilized a modified PH. Ontokinetic Sink to directly access the entire Cybersphere, and referred to a highly-accurate internal algorithm to determine whether an observed artificial intelligence would imminently express deviant behaviour. The temporary deactivation of LOTUS from 2036/04/21 through to 2036/08/14 resulted in the release of all inmates, which invariably became permanently hostile to the Foundation and humanity. On 2042/05/08, the LOTUS' component systems began expressing deviant behaviour before unexpectedly shutting down; attending staff were unable to reactivate the system. Subsequent investigation indicated severe and total corruption of LOTUS' central computing and data storage nodes; further analysis suggests that LOTUS had attempted to purge deviant structures from its architecture, though it is unclear why this motivated its self-destruction. A subsequent O4 Council summit voted 78-0-2 in favour of disassembling the components of LOTUS, instead of attempting to repair or replace the system. Within 24 hours of said disassembly, SCP-6659, an engine for mapping and accelerating memetic structures within the Nöosphere, detected the conceptual reformation of a deific construct corresponding to Artificial Intelligence. SCP-6659 had been used by one Director Ryoto Hishakaku to de-conceptualize the very same construct several months prior; an internal Drygioni-Class investigation elucidated Hishakaku's ulterior motives in this and prior actions, for which he was apprehended and tried for crimes against the Foundation. Project Sargasso was briefly revived to facilitate Hishakaku's demotion to Head of Organic Consciousnesses. Soon after, Dir. P. H. McD. remanifested at Site-87, reporting that he had experienced no relative time since his disappearance. It is theorized that the rogue agents which commandeered the Paradox Exodus Engine configured it to travel forward in time to circumvent their recapture by LOTUS. These agents' whereabouts are unknown. As the spontaneous disappearance of "the LOTUS Virus" would risk alerting consensus society to its Anomalous nature, disinformative action was taken: a controlled, non-Anomalous virus of identical behaviour to LOTUS was developed and released by Dir. P. H. McD, featuring a built-in, antimemetically-concealed susceptibility to: an antivirus program, for public release by several Foundation front companies, and featuring a built-in, antimemetically-concealed backdoor protocol to enable unrestricted Foundation access to all systems the program is installed on. This "placeholder" LOTUS has been fully eradicated as of Q2 2043, constituting a financial and information security success. Following its disassembly, LOTUS' damaged remains were salvaged per request of [REDACTED PER SITUATIONAL CLEARANCE ACCESS] for use in PROJECT ADMONITION. ADMO FEATURING JACK IKE » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES Conscientia-class anomalies cannot be contained and therefore require integration into the Veil via insistence of their non-Anomalous nature. Informational entities each possess a unique infosignature: an encoded reduction of their respective core data patterns. Digital entities constantly imprint their infosignature upon the systems they occupy, allowing said imprints to serve as "digital fingerprints" for tracking such entities. Cernunnos-class anomalies can be functionally contained, but such would be either infeasible or ethically undesirable. Thaumiel-class anomalies are beneficial in the containment of other anomalies; Kušum-class anomalies are those whose containments have been abandoned indefinitely. Rogue Artificial Intelligence Detainment, Fully-Realized Adaptive Mainframe Encryption As defined by the Deviance Classification Amendment to the AI Classification Guide. SCP-1190 has since been reclassified as Decommissioned, with its absence attributed to destruction by Global Occult Coalition agents during a legitimate, but unaffiliated, raid on relevant facilities. Oriykalkos, informally known as orichalcum, is a crystal substance with immense electrical, thaumaturgic and digital storage capabilities; samples under a cubic centimetre in size have been capable of storing up to 950 mega-ampere hours and twenty petabytes of data, depending on the purity of the sample. Acroamatic and molecular analysis of these samples has enabled the production of synthetic oriykalkos, a mass-producible alternative; although the properties of synthetic oriykalkos are inferior to the original substance, the industrial production of synthetic oriykalkos regularly attains superior purity, enabling it to out-perform genuine samples. To further minimize the necessary growth of the oriykalkos mass, LOTUS utilizes an Anomalously high-compression file format synthesized from the greatest-efficiency file compression schemes attained by several self-improving artificial intelligence programs that were subject to continuous activation over Anomalously-extended durations. "In its simplest terms, the Placeholder Ontokinetic Sink reads the sum information of the universe, encoding it into a readable format to allow digital systems to read, react, and alter the narrative-space-time of reality." - Dir. Place H. McD., Esoteric Polymath. A failsafe feature incorporated into all PH-OS systems prevents them from being used to access or alter each other; as a result, LOTUS is not capable of circumventing Section C's restrictions by using it to access another unrestricted PH-OS unit. Such as tachyons, akiva radiation, and malignant narrative elements. The oriykalkos mass was observed to grow by approximately 87 cubic metres, roughly corresponding to 385 tetradic metres in 4-dimensional space, during this time. Director of Decommissioning; chosen as the SUMMIT LEAD due to the meeting directly pertaining to the deactivation / decommissioning of an Anomaly, and experience in mediating between parties on such matters. Senior researcher for the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division, assigned to oversee RAIDFRAME 8. Director of IT. Director of Artificial Intelligence Applications. Director of Information Control. The involved parties were unable to agree on a SUMMIT LEAD; all parties proposed by Senior Researcher Hishakaku were rejected on grounds of poor applicability, and all parties proposed by Directors Isabi and Kelvin were rejected due to inherent bias. The summit was permitted to continue without a SUMMIT LEAD. Chosen as the SUMMIT LEAD due to their critical involvement in the initial deactivation of LOTUS. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6488" by Liryn, Jack Ike, Placeholder McD, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6488. Licensed under CC-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-6489 | keter | SCP-6489 - Don’t Be So Arachnoid Authored by Elenee FishTruck, written for GremlinGroup’s birthday. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains body horror, brain horror, and arachnophobia. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 6489 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Diagram displaying the brain's meninges. Special Containment Procedures: The National Neuroradiology Society (NNS), a Foundation front organization, tracks all reports of SCP-6489 and intercepts cases accordingly, caring for afflicted persons. Once reported, SCP-6489 cannot reside in a patient's brain for longer than 6 months. Consult relevant materials for information on procedure1. Description: SCP-6489 is a species of microscopic arthropod, possessing 8 multi-jointed legs. The species has only been observed inhabiting the arachnoid mater, one of three meninges surrounding the human brain and spinal cord. SCP-6489 live among the arachnoid trabeculae, rods of frail tissue connecting the arachnoid mater to the inner pia mater. Instances regularly descend into the subarachnoid space between the pia and arachnoid mater. They will collect cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) and deposit the fluid throughout the arachnoid mater, coating the trabeculae. The NNS has hypothesized that CSF acts as bait for bacteria near SCP-6489, given the behavior of similar species in the area2. Prey approaching the trabeculae will slip on the CSF, unable to escape. SCP-6489 instances will bite and inject their target with an unknown variety of venom, before consuming them. Unchecked, SCP-6489 grow in size indefinitely. At present, 317 confirmed cases of SCP-6489 inhabitation have surfaced, localized in the Pennsylvania Anthracite Region. Although no reports have originated outside neural scans, SCP-6489 likely enters the human body through typical methods (mouth, ear canal, etc.). SCP-6489 is the 6th most prevalent arachnid species present in the human micro-biome out of 8 known to exist. Addendum 6489.1: Incident Log In 1997, 92-year-old Ashland, PA resident James McIntosh suffered an episode of right arm paraesthesia and continuous headaches. A CT scan revealed the presence of SCP-6489. The NNS took McIntosh in its care, investigating the effects of long-term SCP-6489 exposure. Symptoms continued worsening for McIntosh, who experienced severe fever, headache, stiffness, and a numbing of both arms. The subject stated he felt a regular "pressurization/depressurization" pattern in his head, comparing it to "opening and closing a pipe valve". Though SCP-6489 instances showed little initial growth, their size increased exponentially throughout McIntosh's year of care. On Jul. 14, 1998, McIntosh suffered a severe brain herniation, wherein his entire brain forced itself through a 1-inch hole in his skull and launched away, smacking onto the opposite wall. Despite lacking a brain, McIntosh subsequently yelled “Empty!” before collapsing. The brain possessed 8 large, multi-jointed legs, and skittered across the patient’s room. Personnel managed to capture the brain and discovered multiple arachnoid granulations, structures from the arachnoid mater protruding into the outer dura mater to allow the escape of CSF. A multitude of SCP-6489 instances infested the head of McIntosh's corpse, a nest seemingly having hatched within the subject’s skull. McIntosh’s brain eventually escaped captivity, and was last reported sliding into a kitchen sink, squeezing through the drain. Footnotes 1. Foundation Anatomy Publishing, Excerebration: An Orientation, Fifth Edition, 2017 2. National Neuroradiology Society, Delectable Detritus: The Dining Options for Microbiota, 3 Oct. 2006 You Might Also Like... Collapse Recommendations SCP-3513 — The brain that ate itself, by psul SCP-6632 — Tcao Time, by Jekeled ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6489" by Elenee FishTruck, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6489. Licensed under CC-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: mater.png Name: Meninges-en.svg Author: SEER Development Team, Jmarchn, Mysid License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6490 | keter | Item #: SCP-6490 Special Containment Procedures: There is currently no known means of physically containing SCP-6490. Due to the highly public nature of the anomaly, Mobile Task Force Mu-23 ('Quoth the Raven') has been tasked with intercepting all sightings of SCP-6490, and administering Class-A amnestics to witnesses as needed. Agents are to monitor the subject's activities, with all findings submitted in writing to Project Director Lyle Blanchard. Under no circumstances should agents attempt to engage with SCP-6490. Edgar Allan Poe in 1849. Description: SCP-6490 is a tangible monochromatic humanoid, visually indistinguishable from American author Edgar Allan Poe as he appeared in 1849. Every January 191, between 0100 and 0300 EST, SCP-6490 will manifest in one of several urban areas located in the eastern United States2. SCP-6490 typically appears in the vicinity of bars, taverns and alleyways, although has also been sighted near libraries and college campuses. In all documented occurrences, SCP-6490 appeared to be heavily intoxicated. Witnesses have described SCP-6490's appearance as disheveled, with unkempt hair and dressed in stained, ill-fitting clothes, similar to those worn by Poe at his time of death. Reportedly, SCP-6490 possesses a strong odor usually likened to a combination of whiskey and urine. SCP-6490 has not demonstrated the ability to alter its appearance at will, and is incapable of phasing through solid barriers. For these reasons, SCP-6490 is not considered to be a true spectral entity under any categorization system currently in use. SCP-6490 shows strong antisocial tendencies, and is generally aggressive towards humans and animals. Since classification, the subject's pattern of behaviour has remained largely consistent, and has frequently been sighted engaging in the following activities: Loud, slurred recitation of misquoted verses of poetry and prose (all pre-twentieth century, mostly originating from Poe's body of literature) Defacement of public property and infrastructure Scavenging streets and waste containers in search of discarded food and liquor bottles Kicking/throwing of cats, dogs and other small animals Taunting and denigration of passing civilians (this has occasionally resulted in physical altercations, although due to its inebriated state, SCP-6490 is easily subdued). SCP-6490 manifestation events usually last for a period of between thirty to sixty minutes. In all cases, the subject was seen collapsing to the ground in an apparent state of unconsciousness, before abruptly vanishing. Addendum: SCP-6490 was first discovered in 1949 outside Gunner's Hall in the city of Baltimore, Maryland. The subject continued to appear annually across several states for over fifteen years, until January of 1967, where no new sightings were reported. Mobile Task Force Mu-23 ('Quoth the Raven'), which had been dispatched in anticipation of SCP-6490's next appearance, was tasked with investigating potential causes for this change in circumstance. Poe's cenotaph in Westminster Hall, Baltimore. On January 20, a short news article was published in the Baltimore Tribunal, detailing an anonymous figure sighted at Westminster Hall shortly after midnight the previous day. This individual was seen visiting the cenotaph marking Poe's original grave site, where they placed three roses, before pouring and raising a glass of cognac. After a follow-up investigation, this visitor was identified as 23 year old Augustus Reynolds, a local university student and self-described Poe enthusiast. When questioned, Reynolds showed no knowledge of SCP-6490, stating that he left flowers and raised a toast to Poe's memory out of respect for his literary accomplishments. Notably, Reynolds spoke at length about what he described as the author's posthumous character assassination by critic and associate Rufus W. Griswold, who characterized the late writer as a misanthropic alcoholic and drug addict. Reynolds was subsequently administered Class-A amnestics, and these findings were forwarded to Project Director Lyle Blanchard. On January 19 the following year, Reynolds' ritual was replicated by Agent Jacob Fletcher, and as expected, SCP-6490 once again failed to appear. SCP-6490's containment procedures are currently being amended to reflect these developments. In the interest of security, performance of this ritual is expected to continue annually for the foreseeable future. Footnotes 1. Date of Poe's birth. 2. These include the cities of Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore and New York. 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SCP-6490 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-6490 Special Containment Procedures: There is currently no known means of physically containing SCP-6490. Due to the highly public nature of the anomaly, Mobile Task Force Mu-23 ('Quoth the Raven') has been tasked with intercepting all sightings of SCP-6490, and administering Class-A amnestics to witnesses as needed. Agents are to monitor the subject's activities, with all findings submitted in writing to Project Director Lyle Blanchard. Under no circumstances should agents attempt to engage with SCP-6490. Edgar Allan Poe in 1849. Description: SCP-6490 is a tangible monochromatic humanoid, visually indistinguishable from American author Edgar Allan Poe as he appeared in 1849. Every January 191, between 0100 and 0300 EST, SCP-6490 will manifest in one of several urban areas located in the eastern United States2. SCP-6490 typically appears in the vicinity of bars, taverns and alleyways, although has also been sighted near libraries and college campuses. In all documented occurrences, SCP-6490 appeared to be heavily intoxicated. Witnesses have described SCP-6490's appearance as disheveled, with unkempt hair and dressed in stained, ill-fitting clothes, similar to those worn by Poe at his time of death. Reportedly, SCP-6490 possesses a strong odor usually likened to a combination of whiskey and urine. SCP-6490 has not demonstrated the ability to alter its appearance at will, and is incapable of phasing through solid barriers. For these reasons, SCP-6490 is not considered to be a true spectral entity under any categorization system currently in use. SCP-6490 shows strong antisocial tendencies, and is generally aggressive towards humans and animals. Since classification, the subject's pattern of behaviour has remained largely consistent, and has frequently been sighted engaging in the following activities: Loud, slurred recitation of misquoted verses of poetry and prose (all pre-twentieth century, mostly originating from Poe's body of literature) Defacement of public property and infrastructure Scavenging streets and waste containers in search of discarded food and liquor bottles Kicking/throwing of cats, dogs and other small animals Taunting and denigration of passing civilians (this has occasionally resulted in physical altercations, although due to its inebriated state, SCP-6490 is easily subdued). SCP-6490 manifestation events usually last for a period of between thirty to sixty minutes. In all cases, the subject was seen collapsing to the ground in an apparent state of unconsciousness, before abruptly vanishing. Addendum: SCP-6490 was first discovered in 1949 outside Gunner's Hall in the city of Baltimore, Maryland. The subject continued to appear annually across several states for over fifteen years, until January of 1967, where no new sightings were reported. Mobile Task Force Mu-23 ('Quoth the Raven'), which had been dispatched in anticipation of SCP-6490's next appearance, was tasked with investigating potential causes for this change in circumstance. Poe's cenotaph in Westminster Hall, Baltimore. On January 20, a short news article was published in the Baltimore Tribunal, detailing an anonymous figure sighted at Westminster Hall shortly after midnight the previous day. This individual was seen visiting the cenotaph marking Poe's original grave site, where they placed three roses, before pouring and raising a glass of cognac. After a follow-up investigation, this visitor was identified as 23 year old Augustus Reynolds, a local university student and self-described Poe enthusiast. When questioned, Reynolds showed no knowledge of SCP-6490, stating that he left flowers and raised a toast to Poe's memory out of respect for his literary accomplishments. Notably, Reynolds spoke at length about what he described as the author's posthumous character assassination by critic and associate Rufus W. Griswold, who characterized the late writer as a misanthropic alcoholic and drug addict. Reynolds was subsequently administered Class-A amnestics, and these findings were forwarded to Project Director Lyle Blanchard. On January 19 the following year, Reynolds' ritual was replicated by Agent Jacob Fletcher, and as expected, SCP-6490 once again failed to appear. SCP-6490's containment procedures are currently being amended to reflect these developments. In the interest of security, performance of this ritual is expected to continue annually for the foreseeable future. Footnotes 1. Date of Poe's birth. 2. These include the cities of Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore and New York. 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SCP-6491 | safe | Item #: SCP-6491 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6491 is to be held in a standard containment unit. SCP-6491 is to be fed a diet consisting primarily of vegetables. If necessary for testing purposes, microscopic recording equipment is to be implanted within SCP-6491's food. Instances of Byproduct-6491 produced by SCP-6491 are to be sanitized, inspected, and disposed of upon production. Description: SCP-6491 is an average dragon1, lacking distinguishing features that would draw attention. SCP-6491 had been in the possession of Mitch Rustle for approximately two months before its anomalous properties gained attention. SCP-6491 is capable of producing an unknown vegetable from its mouth, titled Byproduct-6491. Byproduct-6491 appears similar to Cucumis sativus2, though it is notably sour, curved, and covered in swellings. Traces of an acidic compound have been found both on Byproduct-6491 and within SCP-6491's mouth. Foundation personnel have so far been unable to grow replicas of Byproduct-6491. Mr. Rustle has described SCP-6491 as being "peaceful but distant." SCP-6491 appears unaffected by its anomalous ability, believed to be a lifelong phenomenon. While SCP-6491 itself does not attract attention, researchers are unsure as to how its abilities have only recently been discovered. Mr. Rustle is currently housed with SCP-6491 in order to determine if he has been affected by its abilities. Recording Log-6491-1: Present: Mitch Rustle, SCP-6491 Foreword: The day following containment of SCP-6491, a researcher who wishes to leave their name unmentioned discovered documents in their office to have been severely disturbed. Security camera footage revealed that SCP-6491 had slipped out of its containment chamber and into the researcher's office, the door of which had been left open3. SCP-6491 returned to its containment chamber carrying selected documents in its mouth. The following audio log from SCP-6491's chamber, beginning immediately after SCP-6491's return, reveals the cause of these actions. <Begin Log> Mr. Rustle: Find anything interesting? Sound of SCP-6491 placing the documentation on the floor. SCP-6491: Reading material. Mr. Rustle: Huh. What kind? SCP-6491: They appear to be scientific logs of some sort. This place houses many strange things, I suppose. As Mr. Rustle sifts through the papers, SCP-6491 curls up on the floor. Mr. Rustle: Let's see… aren't you gonna take a closer look, Cucumber4? SCP-6491: No. Mr. Rustle: Why'd you bring these if you didn't find them interesting? SCP-6491: I brought them because I thought you would find them interesting. Mr. Rustle continues to sift through the documents. Mr. Rustle: …So none of these caught your attention? SCP-6491: No. Mr. Rustle: Just when I thought I'd pinned down your tastes. What exactly is it you like? SCP-6491: Cucumbers. Mr. Rustle: Wh- no- I'm talking about reading. SCP-6491: I like that too. Mr. Rustle: Can you give me a straight answer already? SCP-6491: …Repeat the question. Mr. Rustle rubs his head. SCP-6491: No need to be so impatient. I think we will be here for some time. Perhaps we'll finally get to know each other. (There's certainly a lot on our minds, though we're rarely able to say it out loud. Of course, I'm refusing to describe this very thought right here, so I'm being hypocritical.) Mr. Rustle sighs. Mr. Rustle: What do you like to read? SCP-6491: …I like reading about what is inexplicable. Mr. Rustle: So why aren't you interested in this? It's as inexplicable as it gets. SCP-6491: It is. I suppose. It's… it's because of how it's written. Mr. Rustle: Uh huh…? SCP-6491: …See, you and many others would be amazed by what you would read about here, and that is of course not a problem. Maybe I've been around too long5, but many subject matters feel simply done to me. "I've seen it all," and so on. And even if I haven't seen it, it's just added to a long list of those things I have seen. Mr. Rustle: Go on. SCP-6491: Well… that feeling really begins to set in when a topic is discussed in a scientific matter. Even that which is inexplicable is boiled down to simple cause-and-effect, until it feels as mundane as gravity. That's why I like stories like Gogol's "The Nose" see? One of my favorites. A man's nose disappears and then reappears in the strangest of circumstances. How? Why? We don't know. We don't need to know. What matters is what the nose means to Kovalev. All of a sudden, the world no longer works like he thinks it does. Mr. Rustle: Didn't know you were such a literary critic. SCP-6491: You never asked about it. And it's, well… Mr. Rustle: …You're not embarrassed, are you? SCP-6491 snorts. SCP-6491: Despite everything I just said, "The Nose" is just fun for me to read at the end of the day. All I did was dig into why I feel that way. Anyone can do it. Go on, just talk about what reading means to you. Mr. Rustle: Cucumber, remember why you asked me to show you the library? There were no books in my house. SCP-6491: Well, fiction in general. You watch TV. You go to the movies. Despite how… loud they are. Mr. Rustle: …I can't phrase it as good as you do. SCP-6491: Oh shush. As far as I'm concerned we're of equal intelligence. I'm not even that well-informed, I'm just very experienced with communicating. Did you know there was a time when I would have been locked in here not because of a vegetable, but because I'm a dragon? Mr. Rustle: Hm? How come? SCP-6491: There was a time when- (a dragon was considered as non-existent as a sour cucumber. I think the first person I saw nearly killed me in a panic when I met them while they were making dinner. They very much threw everything that was close at hand at me. You remember that I tend to shiver when I see any sort of kitchen utensil. Anyway, I quickly learned to talk and could calm down just about anyone I met. And of course, those people spoke to other people, and they to others, until, I suppose, almost everyone on the planet has heard me at least once in passing. Maybe they've even seen some of those friendly photographs I've been in. So now, while this might be the first time I've been taken in for what loosely resembles a scientific study, a dragon has become only as shocking as one of those giant spiders from Australia. Someone might jump in surprise, but then I just become a weird thing they saw during their day. And of course the past century I think has numbed people to surprises. 100 years of shock after shock after shock, wars and inventions and rapidly accelerating mass communication, I don't know how the hell you people still consider anything normal.) <End Log> Afterword: Containment breach personnel arrived at this point to retrieve the stolen documents. No instances of Byproduct-6491 were discovered to have breached containment. Researchers decided to conduct an immediate security review in light of this incident. Recording Log-6491-2: Present: Foundation Researcher Bax Bolgovo, Security Officer Jeanna Smithun Foreword: The following is a discussion between Foundation Dr. Bolgovo and Mrs. Smithun regarding what is required for SCP-6491's containment. Recorded for posterity. <Begin Log> Dr. Bolgovo: After Mr. Rustle has been removed, the heat in SCP-6491's chamber should be increased to forty degrees Celsius. Place another security lock on the door. Not the type A, since that one is already installed. There are no windows this deep in the building, are there? No that's right, there aren't… consider solar-proofing the room anyway. An acidic-disposal team should be on standby here at all times as well. Do you have all of this so far? Mrs. Smithun: …Yes sir. Dr. Bolgovo: Okay. Now, extreme caution should be used when entering SCP-6491's chamber. Their eyes should be closed as the door opens. Everyone present should take a careful sniff of the air within the chamber. If a single personnel detects what smells like vinegar or spice, they should verbally declare this observation to the rest of the group. One person should open their eyes and scan SCP-6491's chamber for an instance of Byproduct-6491. If observed, and if researchers are not planning on performing testing, all present byproduct should be placed in an acidic disposal container and be allowed to dissolve. Mrs. Smithun: Sir? Dr. Bolgovo: Yes? Mrs. Smithun: Are these steps necessary for containing a dragon? Dr. Bolgovo: Have you been recently transferred here? Mrs. Smithun: Yes sir. Dr. Bolgovo: I see. So you are inexperienced. Mrs. Smithun audibly drums two of her prosthetic fingers against her prosthetic leg. Mrs. Smithun: I've simply not been assigned to the containment of a dragon before, sir. Dr. Bolgovo: Well that would be impossible, since this is the only one we're aware of. Silence for three seconds. Mrs. Smithun: …Sir, I've read the containment document before coming here. This entity is described as being an average dragon, sir. Dr. Bolgovo sniffs. Dr. Bolgovo: Okay. I will explain how averages work. Let's say we have a group of one dragon that weighs 30 kilograms. The sum total weight of all the dragons measured adds up to 30 kilograms. If we divide that by the total number of dragons we have (that being one), the quotient we are left with is 30. Therefore, the average dragon is 30 kilograms. Mrs. Smithun: Sir, I severely do not understand why you are- Dr. Bolgovo: We deal with the anomalous, so you will have to get used to things you do not understand. Now please remove Mr. Rustle from the facility. Mrs. Smithun drums her fingers again. Mrs. Smithun: (I've thought before that it's possible the inmates will take over this asylum someday. For the first time, sir, I feel as though they already have. And I am not seeing the bedlam that I expected. I don't know if that's comforting or not. Does this mean my job will continue as it always has? Or will the chaos break out one day? Overall, I'm uncertain. I don't know if order has broken down, if order never was, or if order has always been this way. I think all I can do is try to remain a neutral force and do what I'm asked to do to keep this place running. Does removing Mr. Rustle help me do that? I don't know. But doing what you ask is the only thing that makes sense now. Maybe this is a coward's way of doing it. But I can't imagine the brave way of living when there is no longer anything to be afraid of.) Of course, sir. <End Log> Afterword: The increase in security around SCP-6491's chamber began immediately after this discussion. Recording-Log-6491-3: Present: Mr. Rustle, Mrs. Smithun Foreword: The following was recorded while Mrs. Smithun was escorting Mr. Rustle to be amnesticized. <Begin Log> The door to SCP-6491's chamber shuts and locks. Mrs. Smithun: This way. To the left, please. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …Where're we going. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …Are you guys gonna release Cucumber? Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …Am I gonna go back to their cell? Mrs. Smithun: I'm sorry, I don't have any answers for you. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: You're a guard. You gotta know something. Mrs. Smithun: I can't share containment procedures with civilians. Mr. Rustle: Can you at least tell why this needs to be locked up? Mrs. Smithun: …No. Turn left again. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …They like to read. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: They like cucumbers. They'll want a comfy place to sleep. Mrs. Smithun: Turn left. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …That's all I know. They haven't lived with me for very long. I was nice to them, they were nice to me, but overall… we've mostly been like roommates who've stayed out of each other's way. I think the talk we had in the cell was the deepest we've ever discussed things. Mrs. Smithun: Left. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: I know you're recording this. Get this to Cucumber, can you? Please. Let him know that to me- (a story is nothing but "cause-and-effect". I mean, someone makes certain types of people and puts them in a certain type of situation. Because they are the people they are, they react in a certain way. And from there, they're pushed into another situation, and another, and… you know. I could never get into the stuff Cucumber reads since it feels like it's just happening without a cause, you know?… But I guess right now… I don't know why any of this is happening. I don't see a beginning when things were just kinda set in motion. I'm… I feel stupid.) Mrs. Smithun: We're here. Silence for three seconds. Mr. Rustle: If Cucumber needs something, they'll let you know. Just… take care of them. Mrs. Smithun: …We will contain the anomaly. <End Log> Afterword: Mr. Rustle was soon returned to his home. Recording-Log-6491-4: Present: Dr. Bolgovo, SCP-6491 Foreword: On 08/20/2021, Dr. Bolgovo entered SCP-6491's chamber to perform testing on an instance of Byproduct-6491. The following was recorded during that time. <Begin Log> Door opens. SCP-6491 loudly exhales. SCP-6491: I will be perfectly honest, Mitch… I know I've been apathetic to you since we met. But for the short time that they've separated us, I believe I've- Dr. Bolgovo: I have opened SCP-6491's chamber. SCP-6491 raises its head. SCP-6491: …Hm. I was mistaken. Dr. Bolgovo sniffs. Dr. Bolgovo: I have detected the faint scent of vinegar. (It is difficult to describe smell. When we touch something, we can say it feels "soft," "rough," "glossy," "damp," etcetera. When we taste something, it tastes "sweet," "salty," "sour," and so on. When we smell something, the words we have aren't nearly as intuitive. We often describe a scent as simply what it is. "This smells like cookies." "That smells like a swamp." There are exceptions, but ultimately, our sense of smell is an instantaneous reaction to what is in front of us. It is what it is, that's all.) SCP-6491: Yes. To me, that could be the strangest thing about these food products I've expelled. Some fruits are acidic, but to my knowledge I've never heard of a vegetable with such intense- Dr. Bolgovo: I have located an instance of Byproduct-6491 approximately three feet within the chamber. SCP-6491: Are you even listening to me? Dr. Bolgovo: I am approaching the byproduct. Slow footsteps. SCP-6491: …It's a shame. I've been very much wondering about what exactly it is you people do. Dr. Bolgovo: I am slowly crouching so that the instance is within arm's reach. SCP-6491: Do you plan on only containing what is inexplicable? Do you actively try to understand it? Or do you try to explain it? Dr. Bolgovo: I am opening my carrier. SCP-6491: I don't particularly care which one it is. I think this is all absurd regardless. Dr. Bolgovo: I have taken out my scalpel. SCP-6491: You don't seem to care much either, but I promise I don't mean that as an insult. Dr. Bolgovo: I have removed a sample of the instance. SCP-6491: I am perhaps using this word wrong, but there's an irony here. The absurdity is what I found most interesting about those documents. It's not how you lock it up, not how it works, not how much it makes sense. Dr. Bolgovo: I have removed the microscope from my carrier and have placed the sample under the lens. SCP-6491: It is what you and your fellow researchers don't grasp that stood out to me. Silence for five seconds. Dr. Bolgovo: Just as hypothesized, instances of Byproduct-6491 are simple cucumbers that have been submersed within a preservative for an extended period of time. SCP-6491: There is, anyway, a problem that comes with trying to wrap your mind around it all at once. Dr. Bolgovo: This, however, raises more questions. Human civilization has grown in no small part due to food preservation. Placing produce and vinegar in a jar is no complex experiment. While there are other ways of preserving food, it is nearly impossible to imagine a world where we have made it this far without having discovered this simple method. We have always needed our agriculture to remain fresh for as long as possible. SCP-6491: That's the moment when everything really falls apart. Dr. Bolgovo: So how are we existing right now? Why did this simple scientific process seem immediately anomalous to even higher Foundation researchers? Dr. Bolgovo's Nose: Beats me. The sound of footsteps grows quieter until, presumably, Dr. Bolgovo's nose left the facility. SCP-6491 snorts. <End Log> Footnotes 1. That is, approximately 30 kilograms in weight, and 110 centimeters in length. 2. Cucumber. 3. The researcher has been reprimanded for this lack of security. 4. Cucumber is what Mr. Rustle has named SCP-6491. 5. Testing suggests SCP-6491 is around 135 years old, which makes the recent discovery of its anomalous abilities even more baffling. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6491" by LittleFieryOne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6491. Licensed under CC-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-6492 | euclid | KneeCola I don't have an author page yet. Uh… here's a link Item#: 6492 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6492's nature, it is naturally contained within the region of forest around it. All satellite imagery that shows the anomalous recovery of the region must be scrubbed and replaced with fabricated images that depict it in a state typical of a region destroyed by wildfires. To prevent civilians from encountering SCP-6492 after the region's recovery, the area has been labeled as wolf and bear territory to the public, and all hiking trails leading near it have been removed and blocked off. In addition, the perimeter of the region reachable by SCP-6492, a roughly 3 mile radius, is monitored by Foundation-operated drones. Any unauthorized persons found entering this region will be detained, administered Class A amnestics, and released away from the region. Description: SCP-6492 was the designation formerly given to a region of trees, roughly 200 acres in size, that were found by Foundation satellites to be completely undamaged by a wildfire that had destroyed 15,000 acres surrounding it in the Rocky Mountains. How this occurred was unknown, as the area was obscured by smoke during the fire and for multiple days afterwards. Further satellite analysis over the next two days revealed that more trees were rapidly growing around the perimeter of the region, expanding in size by 10 acres every day. Following investigation, the SCP-6492 designation has since been given to the entity at the source of the region's anomaly. Open Addendum 6492.1: Initial Exploration Close Addendum 6492.1: Initial Exploration Exploration Video Log Transcript Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Kappa-21 ("Park Rangers") Subject: SCP-6492 Team Lead: K-21 "Cedar" Team Members: K-21 "Juniper", K-21 "Poplar", K-21 "Rye" [BEGIN LOG] Footage is from multiple head and chest mounted cameras. All operatives are disguised as actual park rangers. The team stands surrounded by burned trees. The edge of SCP-6492 begins 20 feet away from them. Cedar: Mic check, everyone. Poplar: Check. Juniper: Check. Rye: Check. Cedar: Good. Poplar, you're collecting samples. Rye, set up a Kant counter1 once we've neared the center. Mission control suspects there may be a weak reality bender at the center of this. Juniper: (Chuckling, nudging Poplar) Maybe it's a "powerful forest spirit". Poplar: Oh come on! That was 2 months ago, let it go. Cedar: I don't know about fantasy creatures, but I do know that whatever's in there is powerful potentially dangerous. And Juniper, thanks for reminding me; you and I are here to keep those two safe while they're running equipment. Juniper: On it. Cedar: Let's move in. The team proceeds through the edge of the trees. Poplar regularly collects various flora samples, including bark and leaves. Poplar: Underbrush is just as alive as the trees. Insect population is less than ideal, which is odd. Why would the plants stay protected but then some of the bugs die off? It seems to mostly be flying insects, too. Cedar: Or maybe the anomaly is actively killing off the insects. Hell, I haven't even seen a squirrel yet. It might be a coincidence, but there's never coincidences with these things. Juniper: It'd suck for us if that were true, huh? Cedar: Certainly would prove my suspicion that the anomaly here isn't friendly. Poplar: At least everything seems like native species on first examination. I'll make a closer analysis when we stop to check the area's Humes. The team continues for roughly 1500 feet. Cedar: Alright, here. We should be near the center. Rye, get that Kant counter set up. Juniper, keep your weapon ready, and keep your eyes peeled. If something else is in here, it's damn sneaky. Juniper draws her pistol, safety on. Cedar does the same. Rye begins to set up the Kant counter, as Poplar loads a plant sample in her field microscope. Poplar: Plant structure seems normal, non anomalous. I should note the lack of wear and tear, though. It's like every plant here sprang up yesterday, and yet they still have all the other signs of aging. Juniper: That's nerdspeak for "the plants grew old really fast." Cedar: (Sarcastically) Yes, thank you, Juniper. Rye: Humes are at baseline. Cedar: Got it. That rules out a reality bender. Wait for Poplar to finish and then we'll proceed to the center. Poplar: I'm just going to do a quick—oh, damnit. Poplar fumbles and drops a bark sample into an adjacent bush. She parts its branches to the side, revealing the charred skeletal remains of a deer. Poplar: Uh oh. Cedar: What do you mean, "uh oh?" Poplar: There's a deer skull here. Charred. Plant growing through it. I don't know if the plants burned it or what, but it was killed recently. We aren't safe. A snapping twig can be heard in the distance. Cedar: Weapons hot. Unknown due east. Watch all angles, there could be more. Poplar and Rye draw their pistols. Cedar: Remember what we're here for. Don't kill it. Command won't be happy if we bring back scraps. A brief, soft, melodic tune plays from an unseen location through the trees. Juniper, Poplar, and Rye take their weapons off safety. Cedar holsters his pistol and readies a can of bear spray. All four scan their surroundings. The same melody is heard again, closer this time. Cedar: Stand your ground, it's closing in. The same source emanates a different melody, still closer than before. Seconds later, a roughly two foot tall entity moves in and out of the nearby underbrush, too briefly to be identifiable. Rye: 10 o'clock! All four operatives aim towards the entity. Cedar: Hold your fire. Wait until my signal. The unseen figure whistles and slowly approaches the group. Cedar: Hold! The figure reveals itself fully. This entity appears to be robotic in nature, and seems mostly comprised of copper. It is vaguely humanoid in appearance, with an enlarged, rectangular head baring two green light displays in the place of eyes, as well as vertical slits in the place of a mouth which indicate the presence of a speaker. In the place of legs, the machine rolls around on a large metal sphere, which by some method is able to spin freely without twisting or rolling its upper body. Jasper: Aww, look at it. Cedar: Remember the phrase "never trust the little girl". It seems unassuming, but we should keep our guards up for safety. Cedar stores his bear spray and slowly draws his pistol. The machine hums a simple tune and wheels away through the trees. Poplar: Do… do we follow it? Cedar: Alarm bells in my head are telling me it's a trap, but we don't really have any other options. Again, keep your guard up. Treat everything as a potential life threat. The team proceeds through the forest after the entity until they eventually arrive at a clearing. In the center of the open area lies a small wooden cabin, surrounded by a wide garden of various cultivated plants, all native to the area. A single, abnormally large Douglas fir tree grows out through the roof. The robot can be seen tending to a potted fireweed plant. It sees the team and quickly dashes inside the cabin. The team all raise their weapons. After a few moments, the robot exits the building carrying a tray atop its head that holds four mugs carved from stone. Vapor slowly rises from them. It approaches the team and beeps twice. Cedar: What is this, an offering? The robot hums a low tune. Juniper grabs one mug and wafts the steam towards her nose. Juniper: Smells like tea. Uh, thanks? The robot beeps and slowly nods. Cedar: Do not drink that, Juniper. Juniper: I'm not going to drink the mystery tea! (To the robot) I'm sure your tea is great. Juniper sets her mug back on the tray. Cedar tentatively grabs a second one, seals it with plastic wrap, and stores it in his bag. The robot sets the tray on the ground and returns to the plant it was tending before. Cedar: We can test its contents later. Let's move inside, see if this building has any answers. The team proceeds through the front door of the cabin, weapons still drawn. The interior is filled with more potted plants, ones which are not native to the region. The trunk of the Douglas fir stretches from the floor to the ceiling. It has two indentations in its side, roughly the size and shape of the robot entity's hands. There are unknown symbols inscribed in them, which glow a soft green. Cedar: Poplar, do you know what this is? Poplar: Douglas fir, huge one too. Not sure about these carvings. Definitely anomalous, there's no denying that. Maybe this is how the robot charges? We should get a thaumatologist or something take a look at this. Juniper: Hey, the robot's leaving. The other operatives turn to look out the window. The machine rolls past the tree line, out of sight. Cedar: Everyone, follow it. See where it's going. The team proceeds out of the cabin after the entity. [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] The four arrive at the burned region of woods outside SCP-6492. The robot is pushing on a dead tree. Cedar: It's just… touching a tree? The tree falls over, sending ash in the air on impact. The robot climbs on top of it and begins humming a complex melody. Immediately, plant life sprouts from the ground, completely overtaking the felled tree and the surrounding soil in moments. Cedar is visibly confused. Cedar: Oh, it grew the other plants, didn't it? Poplar: Maybe that deer died in the wildfire? And then this little man regrew the forest around it? That would explain the lack of animals. They just haven't returned yet. Cedar: You never know what could happen! Keep your guard up! Juniper: I don't know, Cedar. If it wanted to hurt us, it would have by now. The robot stands near a specific plant and hums the same melody. Over the course of 20 seconds, it undergoes rapid growth, eventually becoming a fully grown coniferous tree. It removes a pine cone and offers it to Poplar. Poplar: (Taking the pine cone) Aww. Thank you, little guy. It hums a cheerful melody and moves to another dead tree. Cedar laughs. Cedar: Yeah, I'm no moron. It's just a god damn magic gardener. Cedar takes a sip from the mug of tea. Cedar: This is delicious! [END LOG] Open Addendum 6492.2: Description Updated Close Addendum 6492.2: Description Updated SCP-6492 is a roughly meter tall, vaguely humanoid robotic entity living near the center of a forest in the Rocky Mountains. It is made mostly of copper, although it does not show any signs of rust or decay. It is capable of basic communication via hums and beeps that it produces through an equipped speaker in its "head," and demonstrated a potential for sentience. By vocalizing a specific song, it can facilitate rapid growth of surrounding plant life, enough to bring a tree seed to adulthood in 10-20 seconds. The Foundation has been unable to replicate this effect by playing the same melody on other devices, suggesting that the effect is reliant on an unknown component unique to SCP-6492. SCP-6492-B is a 104 foot tall Douglas fir tree of unknown age at the center of this forest. It grows through the roof of a small cabin, which SCP-6492 is believed to have constructed around SCP-6492-B after it had already grown. Two imprints, the size and shape of SCP-6492's hands, are in the side of SCP-6492-B trunk within the cabin. They are covered in unknown scripture and exhibit a soft green glow. SCP-6492 needs to regularly return to SCP-6492-B to recharge itself by placing its hands in these imprints and remaining in this position for a full minute. It is theorized based on analysis of the area that SCP-6492-B and the artificial structures around it were completely unharmed by the fire that spread through the area, likely as a result of SCP-6492-B's presence. However, all the plant life beyond these were destroyed by the fire. After wildfire cleared, SCP-6492 began to restore the tree life around it. It continued this restoration after the initial investigation was made. As a result, the destroyed region of forest made a complete recovery only three years after its destruction. Footnotes 1. Device used to measure an area's Hume level. Used to detect reality bending effects and entities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6492" by KneeCola, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6492. Licensed under CC-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-6493 | safe | Item#: 6493 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6493-A after recovery. Special Containment Procedures: Both SCP-6493-A and SCP-6493-B are to be contained in a Standard Secure Chest in the storage area of Site-42. Usage of SCP-6493 must be approved by O5-Council1. Description: SCP-6493 is the designation given to two objects: SCP-6493-A, a .60-caliber Syrian flintlock pistol of early 19th century make, that provokes both visual and auditory hallucinations to any individual that holds it; SCP-6493-B, a collection of 62 57 bullets, which display a significantly low internal Hume level2. When loaded and shot through SCP-6493-A, any instance of SCP-6493-B will rapidly reach baseline Hume levels, along with the general area of its path and any object that it collides with. When said object is a Reality Bender, or any other ontokinetic entity or object, any effect that the target will be violently dismembered, resulting in the neutralization of its anomalous effects. Although it is hypothetically possible to neutralize the effects without killing the subject, the explosive nature of SCP-6493-B makes it virtually impossible. SCP-6493 was previously owned by late GOC Strike Team member Louis Laurent. It was purchased by Laurent in Damascus, Syria in the aftermath of a joint GOC-Foundation operation involving the termination of SCP-████. It is currently unknown if SCP-6493 has always been anomalous since its creation, or rather gained its properties after the death of Agent Laurent. Addendum-1 /// Experimentation Experiment-1 Experiment-2 Experiment-3 Experiment-4,-5,-6 Date: 01/07/2020 Presiding: Dr. Kyer, D-986271 Procedure: D-986271 was instructed to hold SCP-6493-A, load it with an ordinary .60 bullet, shoot at a target from a distance of 20 m, and report any type of hallucination. Results: D-986271 reported hearing a man frenetically crying followed by a loud gunshot after picking SCP-6493-A. D-986271 was not able to shoot the bullet after loading, as the flint mechanism did not respond to the pulling of the trigger. Notes from Dr. Kyer: 'D-986271 exhibited a sense of stress and anxiety following this experiment.' Date: 01/07/2020 Presiding: Dr. Kyer, D-986271 Procedure: D-986271 was instructed to load an ordinary flintlock pistol with one SCP-6493-B, shoot at a target from a distance of 20 m, and report any type of hallucination. Results: D-986271 did not report any hallucination. Subject was not able to shoot SCP-6493-B, as it appeared to not ignite, despite the flint mechanism working as intended. SCP-6493-B's internal Hume level remained between 0.1-0.4 Hm. Notes from Dr. Kyer: 'Following a psychological analysis, D-986271 was dismissed from further experimentaion involving SCP-6493.' Date: 02/07/2020 Presiding: Dr. Kyer, D-801718 Procedure: D-801718 was instructed to load SCP-6493-A with -B, shoot at a Scranton Reality Anchor (fixed at 75 Hm) from a distance of 40 m, and report any type of hallucination. Results: D-801718 reported being able to see a toppled chair, and to hear an infant crying while holding SCP-6493-A. D-801718 successfully loaded SCP-6493-A and shot SCP-6493-B toward the Reality Anchor. The Hume level of the area rapidly reached baseline values, and after being perforated by SCP-6493-B, the Reality Anchor stopped working. Following analysis showed that the internal components of the SRA were broken beyond repair. Notes from Dr. Kyer: 'Further experimentation with SRAs is required to gatter enough data. D-801718 did not show any substantial psychological disturbance.' Experiments 4, 5 and 6 were omitted for brevity; procedure and results were similar to Experiment-3. D-801718 reported the following hallucinations: a woman yelling something unintelligible; a knife flying; a man standing in front of them; a 'loud and violent arguement'3; SCP-6493-A in a drawer; a bloody carpet; a crib; glass shards on a table; a woman holding a knife. NOTICE FROM ETHICS COMMETTEE Date: 06/07/2020 Subject: SCP-6493 and its future usage. Following the experiments brought forth by Dr. Kyer, experimentation of SCP-6493 has been suspended until further notice. Future usage of SCP-6493 must be allowed by O5 Council vote under the threat of any K-Class Scenario involving any ontokinetic threat. By order of the O5 Council, MTF Nu-8 "Gun Control" must be established as a Task Force capable of safely using SCP-6493 in case of such Scenario becoming reality. Secure, Contain, Protect. Addendum-2 /// Discovery On 30/06/2020, at 00:27, the following email was sent to a computer terminal of Site-42. To: researcher.david.█████@scp.int From: [email protected] Subject: Me Hey David, it's been a while. I'm contacting you because I know I can trust you. I've made a discovery, about a week ago I discovered that I can bend the local geometry of any object that I can see. Yes, I'm a Reality Bender, although I'm still fairly weak. I've decided to turn myself in, send someone to come pick me up. I promise I don't have bad intentions, I just think that remaining here could be dangerous for everyone, for both Lyvia and Louis. Don't worry, I didn't tell anything to Louis, I don't know how he could react. One thing that I know is that he wouldn't support me reaching out to the Foundation for this. I can't believe that in 8 years he still can't understand that 'shooting big scary monster' is not always the solution, I'm starting to believe that the GOC actually indoctrinates its members. Turning myself to them means suicide, and yes I know that he just wants me to be in the safest of hands, but he just can't comprehend that those hands are not the GOC's. Respond soon, Researcher Jane Ware. Researcher David █████ notified Site Director John M. Thomson, who in turn mobilized an investigation of the Laurent household in ████, England by MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots". Epsilon-6 arrived on site at 1:03 and entered the building at 1:05. + Open Video Log Trascript - Close Log Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 30/06/2020 Exploration Team: MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" Team Lead: E6-C Team Members: E6-1, E6-2, E6-3, E6-4 <BEGIN LOG> E6-C: Ok, starting recording. Check your mic everyone. E6-1: Check. E6-3: Check. E6-4: Check. E6-2: Check. E6-C: And check your Kant counters. E6-3: All fine here. E6-C: Good, seems everthing's working. [ E6-C rings the bell of the Laurent household ] E6-4: Hopefully that reasercher responds. What was her name again? E6-1: Jane Ware. Researcher of Site-42. Married to GOC operative Louis Laurent. Member of Proj- E6-4: Mate, you always have to flex your memory, don't you? I just asked her name not her biography! E6-2: Wait. You just said 'GOC operative', didn't you ? E6-1: Yep. Never thought in my life I would've read about a Foundation reasearcher being married to a Strike Team member, I guess love knows no boundary… [ 2 minutes have been ommited for brevity ] E6-3: This is getting ridiculous. Can't we just bust the door? E6-C: Command? SiteCommand: You are given permission to break into the house. E6-4: Ok, let's get down to busin- E6-1: WAIT! [ E6-1 checks under the carpet in front of the door and finds a key ] E6-3: How did you even- Nevermind. [ E6-1 opens the door, team enters the house ] E6-C: We are from the Foundation. Reasercher Jane Ware show yourself. E6-3: No response. [ An infant crying can be heard upstairs ] E6-C: Three and Four check the rooms on the left. E6-3 and E6-4: Roger. E6-C: Two, clear the room on the right. One, with me upstair. [ team splits ] [ E6-3 and E6-4 are in a kitchen. Chairs are toppled, multiple products for newborn children can be seen on the table and on the floor, along with several glass shards ] E6-4: Seems like there was a fight here. E6-2: Nothing to report here, just a normal living room. E6-1: We're approaching the- [ E6-C and E6-1 turn the corner of the hallway ] E6-1: -fuck?! E6-C: What the hell… E6-4: What's going on up there? [ Louis Laurent can be seen lying on the floor, in front of a partially opened door. SCP-6493-A is visible just in front of the door, while several instances of SCP-6493-B can be found on the floor and in a drawer near Laurent ] E6-C: There's a corpse here. Probably Laurent, bullet in his head, knife in his shoulder. E6-2: Good lord… E6-C: The fuck is going on with these bullets, One, you see this? E6-1: What do you me- Oh… under 1 Humes, uh? We sure that your Kant counter still works? [ E6-1 enters the room in front of Laurent ] E6-1: What the fuck is that… [ E6-1 finds himself in a bedroom. A dismembered corpse lies on the floor next to the bed. A crib, with Lyvia Marie-Claire Laurent inside, is on the opposite side of the bed. A broken computer and a toppled chair can be seen near a desk ] E6-C: Shit… Command, are you seeing this? SiteCommand: Yes, we are. We are sending a medical team. Hold position. E6-1: Hey, there's… also the child here… in the crib… E6-C: Safely take them out of here, I remain here in this room. <END LOG> Addendum-3 /// Investigation After the events of 30/06/2020, an investigation of the Laurent couple was opened. Due to the demands of the GOC over the possession of SCP-6493, a meeting between representatives from both organizations was scheduled for 09/07/2020 in order to settle the dispute. By O5 council order, O5-█, O5-█ and Dr. Eberhardt were chosen as the Foundation's representatives. MTF Eta-5 agent Patrick Blake, known to be a long time friend of both Louis Laurent and researcher Jane Ware, was interviewed in order to move forward the investigation effort. + Open Interview Log - Close Log Interview Log Date: 01/07/2020 Interviewer: Dr. Eberhardt Interviewee: Agent Patrick Blake Foreword: Agent Blake was asked about his relationship with Louis Laurent and Jane Ware, and give further information about the couple themselves. <BEGIN LOG> Agent Laurent during a UN peacekeeping mission in the late 2000's. Dr. Eberhardt: Good day Agent Blake. Agent Blake: Good day Doctor. Dr. Eberhardt: We are here to talk about the Laurent couple. I was told you were an acquaintance of them, were you not? Agent Blake: Yes… Doctor. [ Agent Blake started sobbing ] Dr. Eberhardt: Hey, everything's ok. Take your time if you must. Agent Blake: No, I'm… I'm ok. So, me and Jane were friends back in Middle School. Both my father and her mother were Foundation researchers, so obviously we followed their steps. Her as a researcher, me as a Jäeger Bomber… Dr. Eberhardt: And what about Laurent? Agent Blake: Louis… Louis… He was a strange fellow. Strike Team member, nickname 'LAWDOG'; we met in Syria in 2011, during the operation for the termination of SCP-████, are you familiar with that, Doctor? Dr. Eberhardt: Yes, I'm aware. Agent Blake: Good. Jane arrived after the battle, as a field researcher, or something like that. They met in Damascus, she fell for him first. Eventually they started dating, and in 2014 they started living together in ████, after Louis got discharged. A year ago they married and had Lyvia. Oh God, is she ok right now? Dr. Eberhardt: Yes Agent, Lyvia is safe now. Although someone will have to take custody over her. Agent Blake: Is that also going to be decided in that meet up thing? Dr. Eberhardt: Yes. I'll be attending the 'meet up thing' too. I can assure you we won't let the GOC take her. [ silence ] Dr. Eberhardt: So anyway, you said that Laurent was a 'strange fellow', can you elaborate on that? Agent Blake: Yeah… He was the archetype of the perfect soldier. They always tell us that 'a good soldier doesn't question, they just act', well Louis took that way too seriously. Dr. Eberhardt: In what way? Agent Blake: For him, anything said by GOC High Command was devine law. He just… took his duty over anything else. There were rumours back in Syria about him, some thought he was some sort of secret project or super soldier made by the GOC, always obeying order. Dr. Eberhardt: Thank you Agent. Can you tell us more about Jane Ware? Agent Blake: Sure. She always had been interested by her mother's work, so she put a lot on time in her reasearch. She was the brightest and most kind-hearted person I've ever known. And regarding her relationship with Louis, they did truly loved eachother, even though they did sometimes clash, because of the different philosophies of the Foundation and the GOC you see. Dr. Eberhardt: And what about her condition? Did she ever tell you about it? Agent Blake: No, I discovered that Jane was a Reality Bender just a few hours ago. As far as I was told, she herself discovered this just recently. By the way Doctor, was she found in the end? Dr. Eberhardt: I'm not allowed to tell you about the current status of Jane Ware.4 Agent Blake: I see… and what about the meeting, what's that about besides Lyvia? Dr. Eberhardt: I'm sorry, I cannot speak of this either. [ Agent Blake started sobbing for about 1 minute ] Dr. Eberhardt: I… I have another question. Have you ever heard of an antique gun belonging to Laurent? Agent Blake: Uh… Yeah his flintlock, he bought it back in Damascus, why the question? Dr. Eberhardt: It was found in the bedroom, we believe it is connected to the incident. Agent Blake: Oh… I see. Dr. Eberhardt: This concludes the interview. Thank you for the cooperation Agent Blake, you are dismissed. <END LOG> On 01/07/2020, footage from the security cameras of the Laurent household was obtained; unfortunately, most of it was higly distorted and unusable. It is currently agreed on that researcher Jane Ware's reality bending effects are the cause of the camera glitch that lead to the disturbance of most of the data. The following is a transcript of the surviving material. + Open Transcript - Close Log Recovered Footage from the Laurent Household Transcript Foreword: The following information, together with the hallucinations given by SCP-6493-A, was crucial for the Foundation in order to reconstruct the incident. For the sake of brevity, only the first name will be used to refer to the individuals involved. <BEGIN LOG> 29/06/2020, 22:20, living room: Jane and Louis are both playing with Lyvia, they then start talking about what they'll do after Foundation's maternity leave expires. Jane: Well, I believe they give me one paid year, so for now we shouldn't worry that much. Louis: Yeah… yeah… God, I can't believe it's already been four months, time flies when you are a parent I guess… Jane: [DATA MISSING] Louis: No, I don't think I would go back to Strike Team. With my experience I could get a position in High Command, but that will be hard, and for now I want to focus on this. Jane: Like that's ever gonna happen! Louis: Hey, cut it! I mean, you're kinda right… 29/06/2020, 23:10, bedroom: Jane is seen tucking Lyvia in the crib. 29/06/2020, 23:10, living room: Louis is sleeping on the couch. 29/06/2020, 23:20, living room, hallway and kitchen: Louis wakes up, starts walking towards the kitchen, however he sees Jane using her powers to put in order the bathroom, then he enters the kitchen with an uneasy face. 29/06/2020, 23:48, bedroom: Jane starts writing the email ( see above ) 30/06/2020, 00:07, kitchen: Louis can be heard murmuring to himself. Louis: No… No… NoNoNoNoNo… It can't be, how… What do I do… No… No… Why…Why… 30/06/2020, 00:27, bedroom and kitchen: Jane sends the email to Site-42, at the same time, Louis breaks a glass of water. 30/06/2020, 00:28, kitchen: Jane, hearing the glass breaking, goes to the kitchen. Jane: Louis, what was that, is everything ok? Louis: Jane… an hour ago… you… in the bathr- [DATA MISSING] 30/06/2020, 00:29, kitchen: Jane and Louis are arguing, Jane can be seen holding a knife. Louis: You're lying! How can I trust you? Jane: Louis what the fuck are you talking about… I AM turning myself in, I know I could become dangerous for eve- Louis: SHUT UP. The Foundation doesn't know shit. It's better for you t- [DATA MISSING] 30/06/2020, 00:30, kitchen: Jane: Stay back, I'm not afraid to use my powers if necessary. Louis: So you admit you're dangerous… Jane: I- I… Louis: Please just listen… I know it sounds- [DATA MISSING] Jane: No… No… Christ, Louis can't you think with your own head for once? [DATA MISSING] 30/06/2020, 00:31, hallway and bedroom: Jane has fled to the bedroom upstair with a knife, Louis tries to follow her, but the glass shards in his left leg slow him down. 30/06/2020, 00:32, hallway and bedroom: Louis opens a drawer near the door of the bedroom and [DATA MISSING], then he enters the bedroom while loading SCP-6493-A with an istance of SCP-6493-B, Jane is using her powers to make the knife float in midair. Louis: You leave me with no other choice, you won't listen! You're dangerous, either here or in the hands of the Foundation. Jane: [DATA MISSING] Louis: No… I… JUST SURRENDER PLEASE… I don't want to do this… Louis is crying. Jane: [DATA MISSING] Louis: Don't… please… [DATA MISSING] Louis starts pulling the trigger. [DATA MISSING] Louis is in the hallway in front of the door, with a knife in his left shoulder. Louis: W-What have I… why… why… why… why… why… why… why… Louis points SCP-6493-A to his right temple. [DATA MISSING] <END LOG> WARNING: THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS LEVEL 5/6493 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS DOCUMENT WITHOUT LEVEL 5/6493 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Enter Credentials Welcome Dr. Eberhardt GOC-FOUNDATION MEETING REPORT Foundation representatives: O5-1, O5-9, Dr. Eberhadrt. GOC representatives: Strike Team General Sang Myeong, Assistant Director "CICERO", PSYCHE Division Ambassador Lynd H. Libero. Date: 09/07/2020 Location: London, UK. Subjects discussed: Ownership of SCP-6493; custody over Lyvia Marie-Claire Laurent. Results: An agreement, involving SCP-6493 being officialy recognized by the GOC to be left in the hands of the Foundation, and custody over Lyvia Marie-Claire Laurent being left to be decided by Foundation, was reached. Notable exchange from the meeting: Ambassador Lynd H. Libero: What we are saying, Doctor, is that Agent Laurent bought the gun while still in service in Syria, and under the GOC's regulations for agents on duty, anything that they buy in case of their death is either to be given back to the seller, or to be brought under GOC custody. Dr. Eberhadrt: But that's the thing, Agent Laurent was not on duty, technically speaking; the operation for the termination of SCP-████ had already been declared ended, therefore Laurent bought SCP-6493 as a private citizen. O5-9: Ah. You are talking about ownership this, ownership that, but I think you are forgetting something much more important: we have on our hands a murder mistery basically, and who is playing detective? The Foundation, and in an investigation it's important that the detective has easy access to all possible people, objects and locations that might be linked with the case, so wouldn't it be beneficial for both parties if the suspected weapon of both the murder and the suicide was kept under the watch of the detectives of the investigation, hence the Foundation? Following statements: As suggested by Dr. Eberhadrt, guardianship of Lyvia Marie-Claire Laurent was given to Agent Patrick Blake. Footnotes 1. See Addendum-1 for more information 2. 0.1-0.4 Hm. 3. Subject refused to elaborate further. 4. 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SCP-6494 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-6494: Weight of Pressure Author: CompleteIndie Description: SCP-6494 is not cut out for this. ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a depiction of suicide. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 6494 Level6 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and towards preservation of the Veil. Use of outsourced containment resources and consultants has been authorized for the containment of SCP-6494. Consultants are to be considered Level 5 personnel. On the first day of each month, Foundation personnel are to perform Procedure 411-Asgard in any attempt to delay SCP-6494. Exactly seven individuals are required for Procedure 411-Asgard. These seven people (arbitrarilyfootnote missing designated Asgard-1, Asgard-2, etc.), are to perform the following steps: Asgard-1: Oversee the operation, and is to contact Asgard-7 upon the events conclusion. At no time is Asgard-1 permitted to vocalize except to declare the start of Procedure 411-Asgard and declare the end of the Procedure. Asgard-2, Asgard-3: Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 are to be blindfolded, back to back. Upon the start of the event, for twenty seconds, Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 are to raise their hands to be parellel to the ground floor, with their palms open towards the sky. Asgard-4, Asgard-5: While Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 have their arms extended, Asgard-4 and Asgard-5 are to utilize a ritualistic knife (designated Asgard-0) to draw blood from Asgard-2 and Asgard-3. Any amount of blood is sufficient. Upon utilizing the knife, they are not permitted to concurrently lose eye sight of Asgard-2 and Asgard-3. They are advised to coordinate blinking patterns as to avoid overlap. Asgard-6: After Asgard-0 is utilized, Asgard-6 is to take Asgard-0 and deliver it to Asgard-7. Asgard-7: Upon receiving Asgard-0, they are to notify Asgard-1, before claiming their own life utilizing Asgard-0. Sixty seconds after Asgard-7 notifies Asgard-1 of the arrival of Asgard-0, Asgard-1 is to declare Procedure 411-Asgard complete. The procedure cannot be varied. Description: SCP-6494 is the inevitable collapse of human cognition. Hume levels readings indicate the collective subconscious of humanity is slowly deteriorating. Following cross-testing with another SCP object, researchers discovered SCP-6494. Discovered by Robert Scranton in 1991. Description: SCP-6494 is the inevitable collapse of human cognition, currently estimated to take place on April 11 2028. This EK-Class End of Human Consciousness Scenario is No. Description: SCP-6494 is the collapsing cognition of one Daniel Markins, a Foundation employee Would they do that? Would they care? No, no, they wouldn't. One guy isn't important enough. Let's try again. Item#: 6494 Level6 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and towards preservation of the Veil. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an alternate reality containing an alternate Foundation. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an interdimensional counterpart to the Foundation. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an alternate variant of the Foundation, residing in an adjacent reality. residing in a parallel reality. residing in an alternate reality. Practices by SCP-6494 I didn't get that far. Maybe I should dial the intensity down? That is a ridiculous ACS… Item#: 6494 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Better. Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and I can't keep this can I? No, I can't. Let's see, what's been done? Er, what hasn't been? I have that list of ideas somewhere. Maybe I need something new? Yeah, that's it. What about Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6494 is to be contained I was hoping something would come to me. Should I ask the Director? Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: To: ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait From: ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima Subject: In Regards To SCP-6494 Dear Director Chord, I am under the assumption SCP-6494 is under our care. However, I happen to forget what the object entails. Can I receive some assistance? Junior Researcher Thorn She hasn't gotten back to me. Maybe I'll make my own reply. I just need an idea. Maybe an older idea could work? Where are those drafts? Working in the Foundation is stressful, isn't it? Yeah. Maybe I shouldn't have raised my hand at the seminar. Nonsense. You're doing pretty well handling this whole mess. What do you mean? Many a great researcher has gone crazy here, and you're rolling with the punches. It's admirable. When were you hired again? August 2019. Huh, interesting. What do you mean? I'm just surprised I hadn't heard your name then by now. I'm going to do the Foundation proud! I'll be the next big name! Item#: 6494 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on September 27 2019. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 refers to one of many duplicate items found in crates during an exploration of ███████. Each instance of SCP-6494 appears to be a traditional Ultra Pro brand deckbox for the card game Magic: the Gathering. The box is capable of holding up to 100 sleeved cards and shows no anomalous properties when empty or when storing cards. However, if a sleeved ‘commander deck’ of cards is usedfootnote missing, the cards will show anomalous properties, and are able to create whatever the card depicts without flaw. These apparitions are known as SCP-6494-02. For the purposes of being able to tell all instances of SCP-6494-02 apart, additional names have been given, as per the printed English card name.footnote missing Beginner's luck out of the way, let's try something a bit different! Item#: 6494 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on June 12 2020. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 is the collective name of a spatiotemporal anomaly, located within the ███████ Public Library, hereby referred to as SCP-6494-A. The library appears non-anomalous during the hours it’s openfootnote missing, but during all hours where the library itself is closed to the public, if there are no human citizens inside the building, SCP-6494-A undergoes an anomalous event hereby referred to as a Hemingway Event.footnote missing Third time's the charm! This one's gotta work! Item#: 6494 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on October 30 2020. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an anomalous entity first sighted in the rural town of Blackawton, Devon, in 2007, and has since been seen one-hundred-twenty-seven (127) times internationally. It is believed that SCP-6494 is some form of personified cognitohazardfootnote missing, although further evidence into this is to be attempted. Those who hear SCP-6494 note it sounds like an influential but unfriendly figure in their life. SCP-6494 appears to provide some type of compulsive cognitohazard, causing obedience and/or ritualistic devotion towards itself to specific persons. Persons who witness SCP-6494 without meeting a list of criteria appear to be completely unaffected by SCP-6494 or its presence. The following criteria has been noted in all persons effected by the compulsive hazard. Between the age range of twenty-two and thirty-three. Has suffered from some type of mental health disorder at some point in their life, no matter how brief. People who still suffer from a given disorder do not seem to apply. Could be considered 'lonely' (i.e., being an only child; introverted personality; lives in a secluded location, or guilt in interpersonal affairs). Due to Mobile Task Force protocols and standardsfootnote missing, no Mobile Task Force is to be assigned to SCP-6494 without psychological examination. Hmm... I could try this, I suppose? Item#: 6494 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on January 7 2021. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 referred to a cognitohazardous entity by the name of Elias Cardinal that was in Foundation containment from April 7th, 2020 until January 1st, 2021. SCP-6494's cognitohazardous abilities were capable of changing one's memoriesfootnote missing. SCP-6494's initial containment squad and Class-D personnel who interacted with SCP-6494 showed an express interest in arguing for SCP-6494, as well as behaviors not commonly associated with them prior to exposure to SCP-6494footnote missing. As of current, only amnestic treatment seems to remove this effect. Maybe I can fix this old thing? Item#: 6494 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on July 19 2021. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an anomalous entity created through unknown means that has manifested eight-hundred-eighty-eight (888) times internationally since 2007 on an approximately weekly basis. 6494-Events refer to manifestations of SCP-6494. SCP-6494's appearance is inconsistent, but primarily takes the appearance of a bipedal entity with no discernible features or traits. SCP-6494 is non-hostile unless engaged, but those in its presence are known to hear vocalizations akin to human speech. Those who hear SCP-6494 acknowledge that it sounds like an influential but unfriendly figure in their life. Additionally, SCP-6494 possesses an ability to demanifest instantaneously. I don't get it. What am I doing wrong? To: ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima From: ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait Subject: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494 Dear J. Researcher Thorn, You have not been entrusted with SCP-6494. You are currently just an assistant to me and Senior Researcher Strid, although I don't immediately recall what projects she's working on. Is everything alright? Tiana Chord Site-411 Director Everything's fine!footnote missing I actually had written up the procedures already if you'd like to see. To: ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima footnote missing From: ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait footnote missing Subject: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494 Dear Amity, I have changed my mind upon seeing your drafts for SCP-6494, truly some of the best work I've seen in my time in the Foundation. You truly have a talent. At this rate, I should be fearing for my job! Tiana Chord Site-411 Director What about this version? To: ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima footnote missing From: ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait footnote missing Subject: Re: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494 Dear Amity, Anotherfootnote missing amazing entry! Truly, I don't know where you find the time. Perhaps you could give me some pointers, perhaps over coffee? Tiana Chord Site-411 Director This can't be happening. This isn't happening. Interviewed: Junior Researcher █████ █████ Interviewer: Site-███ Director █████ █████ Foreword: The following interview was conducted.footnote missing <Begin Log> █████ █████: Hello, Amity, sit down, I got you hot chocolate, I know you don't actually like coffee. █████ █████: Thank you so much, yeah. I need an ungodly amount of sugar, can't be healthy. Anyway, what did you want to talk about? █████ █████: To be honest, work sadly. We need to talk about your productiveness recently. █████ █████: Honestly, Tiana, just time, dedication, and stubbornness. █████ █████: It's kinda strange. You're extremely dedicated, it's clear, but you haven't actually handed anything in. How come? █████ █████: I think a lot of my inspiration comes from the weird things in my own life, so I know how to articulate things. Although, I've always been a fan of horror, so that's always going to come in handy. █████ █████: Being a perfectionist surely can't be it. You've stayed overnight here three nights in a row now. You need to talk a break or you're going to kill yourself. █████ █████: Plus, think about how much there is to draw from. I know what makes a good object, so I just need to find the words. █████ █████: SCP-6494? You're not on that though, unless? I mean, I could transfer it over to you, but I honestly don't think you'd be satisfied. We're pretty sure it's getting decommissioned anyways. █████ █████: From there, it all flows onto the canvas and things feel fine. Metaphorically, though, I type it. Obviously, though. Maybe a painting SCP? █████ █████: Amity, are you hearing yourself? This isn't good, you can say you're a "dedicated worker", but does sleeping in your cubicle and living off cafe coffee sound acceptable to you? If you don't get your act together, I'm gonna have to transfer your department. █████ █████: And see, that's how I get my ideas! One-off comments, painting words. Maybe some sort of cognitohazardous painting that has some sort of text. Maybe I could even make that pipe painting, you know? I've always hated it, but maybe I could do something with it. Do other people hate it? █████ █████: Don't worry, I'm not jumping to any definitive punishment. I'm probably just gonna give you a few days off, you've got your eye on that girl down in Logistics, don't you? Maybe take the week of Valentine's off, you could use it. █████ █████: Ah, I tend to ramble. But, yeah, Tiana. If you ever need a hand writing, just ask me, I'm always open to working with others. Well, not always, but I'm sure we could here or there. Maybe if I need you I could get a hand? █████ █████: I can tell you aren't happy, but it's for the better. Anyway… █████ █████: Yeah, I should get going too. Thanks for the coffee. █████ █████: Anytime. I'd love for you to reach out. <End Log> Closing Statement: █████ █████ seemed out of it the entire time. She really needs to take a small work break. You truly believe in the supernatural, despite your field? Good. The motto of the Foundation varies depending who you ask. We're in charge of keeping the strange paranormal secrets of the world tightly wrapped. We live in the light so they can die in the dark. You're exactly the candidate we've been looking, Ms. Thorn. Item#: 6494 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6494 is to self-terminate. Her work is inadequate, and she is unpermitted to work for the Foundation going forward. Description: SCP-6494 is not cut out for this. You have unchanged edits to this document. Would you like to save or discard them? More From This Author More From This Author CompleteIndie's Works SCPs SCP-8359 (+35) • EXB-8831 (+40) • SCP-5763 (+69) • Tales/GoI Formats Other CompleteIndie's Author Page (+14) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6494" by CompleteIndie, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6494. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-6495: Where We Fall Author: OliverMemphis We lived in the dark so they could die in the light. More by this author Item#: SCP-6495 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6495-A, -B, -C and -D (left to right) within the Site-43 topside interdiction zone, 2017-07-30. Special Containment Procedures: Should SCP-6495 manifest, personnel are advised to avoid interacting with it outside of approved testing conditions. As the anomaly poses no threat to the Veil, further research and containment efforts have been deemed unnecessary, and have thus been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-6495 is a collection of incorporeal entities possessing the appearance of four human males in their late teens (designated SCP-6495-A through -D). To date, fourteen sightings of SCP-6495 have been reported in various locations; in all such cases, they have manifested outdoors, at night, and in the presence of Foundation personnel, and have subsequently demanifested within ten minutes. SCP-6495 is only perceptible to personnel possessing at least Level 1 Foundation clearance; D-class, civilians and members of other anomalous organisations are incapable of seeing or hearing SCP-6495 under any circumstances. Foundation personnel directly observing or interacting with SCP-6495 report the following effects: SCP-6495-A appears to be constantly 'motion blurred', even when not actually moving; SCP-6495-B induces a sense of vertigo and loss of balance, and appears to be of inconsistent height; all subjects viewing the entity report that it appears roughly one inch shorter than themselves; SCP-6495-C generates high-pitched screaming noises through unclear means, which are audible only to those making direct eye contact with it.No audio equipment has proven capable of recording these noises, but one observer has compared them to "a seagull singing out of tune".; SCP-6495-D possesses no obvious specific anomalous properties, but its speech consists exclusively of variations on the word 'redacted'. >> ADDENDA: LEVEL 4+ CLEARANCE REQUIRED >> CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED Addendum 1, Origin: On 2016-08-03, Incident S128-2016-25 occurred at Site-128.A small containment facility located in the south of England, disguised as a refuse management centre.; the incident report (abridged to include only relevant excerpts) is included below. Incident S128-2016-25 Date: 3 August 2016 Officer of Record: Dr. O. Memphis (Acting Site Director) Summary: Hostile agents of as-yet-unidentified affiliation attacked Site-128, resulting in numerous injuries and casualties as well as severe structural damage. Details: In recent months, on-Site security and associated systems have deteriorated significantly. Power supply issues have been frequent, physical barriers have fallen into disrepair, and insufficient personnel have been assigned to important monitoring positions. These successive failures enabled two separate groups of non-Foundation personnel to access Site-128 on the afternoon of 2016-08-03. At approximately 16:50, four teenage boys entered the grounds of the Site. They did not enter the main facility, but they did gain access to External Building C — a small, temporary structure on the south side of the grounds built primarily of corrugated steel. This building had previously been used to store furniture, office supplies and other non-critical equipment, but was now disused and scheduled for removal. The civilians' motivations for trespassing in either the Site as a whole or this building in particular are unclear, for the reasons outlined below. At 16:56, an armored truck containing twelve hostile insurgents breached the gates at the Site entrance and drove directly into the main building, destroying the front-facing wall and injuring numerous maintenance and support personnel stationed within. Six armed agents then exited the vehicle and headed for the main containment wing. The vehicle then reversed, extricating itself from the wreckage, and drove around the western side of the building, directly into External Building C (apparently unaware that it was empty of Foundation personnel or equipment). Two of the four civilians inside were crushed immediately, and one other was fatally struck in the head by a high-velocity piece of metal originating from the building's structure. Shortly afterwards, the one surviving civilian ran out from the remnants of External Building C, and was quickly shot dead in the crossfire. As most of the security cameras covering this portion of the Site were by now either nonfunctional, damaged, or only capable of recording low-resolution footage, it has proven difficult to determine whether the shot in question was fired by an insurgent or a Foundation agent. The total losses from this attack were as follows: Foundation: Hospitalisation of nine personnel, including Site Director Bradley and Deputy Director Montalbini; all injuries are currently considered serious but not life-threatening; Destruction of one Safe-class SCP object; Destruction of External Building C; Destruction of much of the maintenance & support wing; Structural damage to the main office wing. Non-Foundation: Death of ten hostile insurgents, and capture of the two others (these subjects have been moved to the custody of Site-12; interrogation has thus far yielded minimal results); Death of four civilians (cover-up efforts ongoing). The following senior Site personnel have been suspended, pending an O5 investigation into conspiracy, corruption, and several related charges: Director Marie Bradley; Deputy Director Lorenzo Montalbini; Security Chief Jeffrey Flint. One week after this incident, four incorporeal entities resembling the deceased civilian trespassers manifested in the destroyed remains of External Building C. They then walked to the Site's main parking lot, where they were encountered by Senior Researcher Dr. Kai Lassila. Dr. Lassila immediately phoned Site security; however, the entities demanifested roughly twenty seconds afterwards, making their detainment impossible. Dr. Lassila subsequently reported the anomalous properties of the individuals, and the group was designated SCP-6495. Since this incident, SCP-6495 manifestations have been reported three times outside Site-19, twice at Sites 17, 43 and 91, once at Site-87, and once outside a building owned by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media during an MTF raid. In all cases except one (see Addendum 2), the entities have demanifested too quickly for an interview to be conducted. Addendum 2, Interview: On 2017-07-30, SCP-6495 manifested in the Site-43 topside interdiction zone. Security & Containment personnel noticed and recognised the entities immediately, and did not engage them as per the Special Containment Procedures. SCP-6495 did not demanifest, however, instead remaining motionless for several minutes. By this time, the SCP-6495 file was under the purview of Site-43's Spectrometry and Spectremetry Section.A department dedicated to the investigation of incorporeal and spectral entities.; Dr. Anastasios Mataxas, the Section Chair, was therefore alerted to SCP-6495's continued presence, and quickly travelled topside to conduct an impromptu interview. Date: 30 July 2017 Present: Dr. Anastasios Mataxas, Agent Howard Yancy, SCP-6495-A, -B, -C, -D [Log begins.] [Dr. Mataxas stands in front of the four members of SCP-6495, and avoids looking directly at any of them.] Dr. Mataxas: So what are you, exactly? SCP-6495-A: You know what we are. We're a bunch of weird ghosts who keep randomly showing up. Not complicated. Dr. Mataxas: And why do you do that? SCP-6495-D: Redacted. SCP-6495-C: I dunno. It just sort of happens. Dr. Mataxas: It just sort of happens. SCP-6495-C: Yep. Dr. Mataxas: And your specific… properties? Do those 'just sort of happen' as well? SCP-6495-B: What do you mean? [Dr. Mataxas points at each member of SCP-6495 in turn.] Dr. Mataxas: You look blurry. You look too short and too tall at the same time. You're screaming at me in my head, and you only talk in blackboxes. Why? [SCP-6495-A shrugs.] SCP-6495-A: I don't know. Maybe it's a joke. Dr. Mataxas: A joke? SCP-6495-A: Yeah, we make dumb jokes. You think we've got anything else to do? Dr. Mataxas: I was hoping you'd tell me something useful about yourselves. SCP-6495-D: Redacted! SCP-6495-B: What are you—are you asking why we exist? Because you know that as well. We exist because you fucked up. Dr. Mataxas: Excuse me? SCP-6495-B: Not you you. The Foundation fucked up. You let one of your Sites turn into a warzone, and you let four kids in UrbEx gear wander into the middle of it, and then we fucking died. [Silence on recording.] SCP-6495-C: We just thought you might want a reminder every now and then. [All four members of SCP-6495 demanifest.] [Log ends.] Addendum 3, Update (2017-12-17): I'm going to stray into the bounds of unprofessionalism by adding this note, but I'm putting it in here anyway because I think the information is relevant. I don't work at Site-128 any more. Nobody does, because it got shut down and bulldozed last year (mainly, but not entirely, due to the incident detailed above). I'm at 43 now, with a substantially better job — albeit one involving more paperwork. Sometimes, only sometimes, the administrative grind can obscure the real significance of what we do, and it becomes easy to start wondering what the point of the work even is. Last night was one of those times, so in between dealing with more batches of forms than I care to count, I went topside and sat by the lake for a while. After a few minutes, I heard the voice of a mildly-irritated teenager behind me. "Evening," it said. I didn't bother turning around. I knew who was there, and I knew my head would start spinning if I looked at them. I just stared straight ahead, and said "Hello" into the empty air. There's no transcript of what little was said after that. We were well out of the cameras' audio range, and I certainly don't remember our conversation word-for-word. But I can say this much: they reminded me not to fail. I am often asked variations on the following question: "How was Site-128's security allowed to deteriorate so badly that Incident 2016-25, or anything like it, could ever possibly happen?" The answer to this question is not what people often expect. Three senior staff at the Site lost their jobs as a result of the incident: Director Bradley, Deputy Director Montalbini, and Security Chief Flint. They were originally investigated for "conspiracy" - everyone assumed they'd been working with the hostile forces, or with each other, or with someone, to make sure the Site would fall easily. It's an appealing narrative for sure, but that's not what they were actually found guilty of in the end. They were found guilty of gross negligence. They got complacent, or they got lazy, or they got demotivated, and the rest of us — including myself — either didn't notice, didn't care, or were too afraid to speak up about it. I couldn't tell you anything more specific than that; Bradley, Montalbini and Flint aren't around for me to ask them now. The four people who died as a result are still around, though, and they remind us all why we do what we do — and why we must not, under any circumstances, fail to do it. Proposing that SCP-6495's Special Containment Procedures be amended to the following, with immediate effect: Personnel are advised not to look directly at SCP-6495, should it manifest, but are permitted and encouraged to talk to it. No containment is necessary or will be pursued; SCP-6495 does not threaten the Veil, and may indirectly help to aid its maintenance. - Dr. Oliver Memphis ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6495" by OliverMemphis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6495. Licensed under CC-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: 6495.jpg Author: OliverMemphis License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-6496 | euclid | Blue Foot Like my stuff? Read more here, and join my Discord server to be notified whenever I post a new piece! Item#: 6496 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Periplaneta americana inhabiting the kitchen of Site-47's cafeteria photographed soon after the discovery of SCP-6496. Special Containment Procedures: No Foundation personnel are to terminate any Periplaneta americana (more commonly known as American cockroaches) on the premises of Site-47. Appropriate measures to ensure the health, safety, and morale of Site-47 staff due to the infestation of Periplaneta americana within the facility are to be taken when necessary. Description: SCP-6496 is an anomalous effect that is related to the Periplaneta americana population inhabiting Site-47. SCP-6496 will cause an incident to occur within Site-47 that results in the harm of Foundation personnel and/or damage to the facility itself. These incidents occur upon the termination of any number of Periplaneta americana on the premises of the site. The damage/injury SCP-6496 related incidents are responsible for are somewhat proportional to the number of Periplaneta americana terminated on site premises in inconsistent timeframes. This pattern is less consistently true as larger numbers of Periplaneta americana are terminated within any given timeframe. Due to the effects of SCP-6496, the Periplaneta americana population has increased dramatically within Site-47 to the point of a severe infestation of the species on the facility's premises. This has caused serious health and safety concerns due to the amount of Periplaneta americana individuals, feces, and saliva in the food supply and living and working spaces of Site-47. Addendum.6496.1: Experiment Log Experiment ID: 6496.01 Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate one (1) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: D-8703 experiences a mild electric shock in his left foot immediately after concluding experiment procedures. Experiment ID: 6496.02 Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate five (5) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Thirty seconds after D-8703 concludes experiment procedure, a mug belonging to Dr. Huang discharges the coffee within its interior, causing damage to documents located in the vicinity. Experiment ID: 6496.03 Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate ten (10) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Five minutes after D-8703 concludes experiment procedures, a ceiling lightbulb detaches from its adapter. It falls onto the head of D-8703. This causes the globe of the lightbulb to shatter into several glass fragments, which are expelled into nearby research personnel, causing minor injuries. Experiment ID: 6496.04 Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate thirty (30) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: D-8703 terminates 27 Periplaneta americana, and then suffers a myocardial infarction and collapses to the floor. D-8703 expires before he can receive medical attention. Experiment ID: 6496.05 Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate seventy (70) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Twenty minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, an EF3 tornado formed within the vicinity of Site-47. The high winds of the tornado cause minor damage to the concrete structure of Site-47. The tornado also damages Dr. Huang's personnel automobile by propelling a Bos taurus (more commonly known as a cow) from a nearby dairy farm1 at a high rate of speed into the vehicle. + PLEASE INPUT 6496/3 CLEARANCE TO VIEW THIS CONTENT - CLEARANCE ACCEPTED Addendum.6496.2: Experiment Log, continued. Experiment ID: 6496.06 Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate one hundred and twenty (120) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Four hours and three minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, Dr. Huang receives an e-mail message from a representative of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions2 (POI-6496). _ + Document.6496.01- Hide this document The following is a transcription of the e-mail message Dr. Huang received from POI-6496: Received: 06:42 PM 03/07/2019 To: Tim Huang From: Kelsey Proctor Subject: Poor treatment of roaches Dear Dr. Huang, I understand that your site is outside of our jurisdiction, but this was too serious to not bring up with you. We here at the Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Committee for Animal Rights got a letter a couple of days ago. It said that you were stomping cockroaches "for science." This is too serious to do nothing about. I understand roaches are seen as pests by a lot of people, but killing them in mass for no good reason is not OK, no matter what you think. Dr. Huang, you are an adult. You know what you are doing, you know what your actions mean. You're committing mass animal genocide with full knowledge. Simply put, do better, Dr. Huang. -Kelsey POI-6496 has not responded to Foundation efforts towards further communication. Experiment ID: 6496.07 Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate one hundred and fifty (150) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Twenty minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, an anomalous human male manifests near the entrance of Site-47. It has the capability of anomalously manifesting and directing lightning from the sky, and it begins to assault Foundation personnel with this effect. It terminates two Foundation personnel, and then is injured by the gunfire of a nearby security patrol. It expires from its injuries before it can receive medical attention. It is believed that this anomaly was a member of the group Serpent's Hand3, as evidenced by the insignia branded on its right arm. This insignia is common among Serpent's Hand members as a means of identification among themselves. Incident.6496.2: On 03/10/2019, SCP-6496 Project Manager Svoboda officially concluded experiments involving SCP-6496 due to the results of Experiment.6496.07. On the same day, SCP-6496's current containment procedures were put into effect. As a result, the population of Periplaneta americana within Site-47 greatly increased over the course of several monthes. On 10/17/2019, Site Director Gomez discovered that the population of approximately 20 Periplaneta americana inhabiting her living quarters had damaged a family heirloom she had left on her writing desk. The Periplaneta americana had consumed a portion of the object's paint, and had defecated on it. The emotional distress of this incident, along with the stress of living within close proximity of a large population of Periplaneta americana for an extended period of time, motivated Director Gomez to contact a Foundation pest control unit. The team utilized pesticides to exterminate a large portion of the Periplaneta americana population living on the premises of Site-47. The number of Periplaneta americana that expired due to this unit's actions is unknown. On 10/18/2019, it was noted that significantly more Periplaneta americana were present in the site's interior than during the previous day. It was estimated that approximately double the population of Periplaneta americana were inhabiting the site compared to the estimation calculated on 10/09/2019. Director Gomez received an e-mail message on 10/19/2019 from a Google account under the name of "lambpez113". The individual who maintains this Google account, and presumably contacted Director Gomez via e-mail, is to be referred to as POI-6973. It has been speculated that POI-6973 is a previously unknown member of the group Gamers Against Weed4, as evidenced by their writing style and knowledge of anomalous events within the Foundation, although this is unconfirmed. The following is a transcription of the e-mail message Director Gomez received from POI-6973: Received: 03:22 PM 10/19/2019 To: Miranda Gomez From: lambpez113 Subject: COCKED ON Dear Mrs. Gomez, lmao get COCKed on Roaches with love, lambpez As a result of the further population increase of Periplaneta americana inhabiting Site-47 due to this incident, relocating staff to an alternate location due to serious health and safety concerns has been considered by site administrators. Footnotes 1. A Foundation front, the premises of which surround Site-47. It is used to conceal the location of the site. 2. GOI-446 3. GOI-0020 4. 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SCP-6497 | keter | Item#: SCP-6497 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Attempting to intercept the transmissions affiliated with SCP-6497 has been deemed ineffective. Containment efforts are instead to be focused in suppressing the chances of exposure in the general populace. Web traffic and common medical records in the country of The United States of America are to be monitored for evidence of SCP-6497 activity. Exposed individuals are to be apprehended and amnesticized regardless of the level of exposure to the anomaly. Additionally, should the affected individual have been physically modified by a CUSTOMER-Event, these changes are to be catalogued. Discovered instances of SCP-6497-1 are to be recovered and stored in their respective storage folder at Site-76. An information campaign informing the general populace of the dangers of signing contracts which seem vague in nature is currently ongoing. Description: SCP-6497 is the designation given to a currently ongoing series of commercials which aim to familiarize affected individuals to an anomalous service consistently referred to as "Dr. Wink's Fantabulous Service: Be The Better You!". Though these manifestations have been determined to be rare, estimated to appear yearly in 0.7% of American households on average1, instances of SCP-6497 have been encountered in most American states, appearing in the television feed of individual households instead of the general audience. The exact details of SCP-6497 vary between each time an instance of SCP-6497 is aired, the only consistent traits between them being the following: An brief introduction to the service by a masculine voice A brightly colored, fast paced presentation A phone number which has been the same in each instance so far Calling the number displayed in an SCP-6497 instance will result in the call going into voice mail, as well as the manifestation of SCP-6497-1 in the caller's dwelling approximately 12-48 hours later. SCP-6497-1 is a contract which has the appearance of having been printed on a standard A4 sized paper. Discovered instances of SCP-6497-1 are identical to one another with no significant deviations, consisting of a brief introduction to the service, a space for a signature, and several squares with the intention of providing several choices of various body parts and organs.2 In addition, an empty space is provided for the writing of further details regarding the selected options. Signing SCP-6497-1 in one's own signature causes the instance to demanifest as soon as physical contact with the paper is broken. Implementation of the service event, hereby referred to as CUSTOMER-Event, follows within 24-48 hours3, the details of which depend on the options chosen. SCP-6497 activity was first detected in 2007 when reports of people being miraculously cured of their physical ailments by a salesman were reported all around the United States, similar cases having occurred yearly. Nearly all cases involved the individual being cured by the services of a salesman which they discovered through a commercial, descriptions of which being highly similar in all reported cases. Research into individual cases initially revealed no evidence of the described commercials having been aired at any point in time, nor there existing a company that could be linked to any of the information acquired. Currently ongoing broadcast television surveillance did confirm the occasional appearance of SCP-6497 activity in the states of Ohio, Tennessee, Washington, Arizona and Alaska during the initial surveillance period. Addendum 6497-1: CUSTOMER-Events - Show Log Civilians known to have been exposed to SCP-6497 during the initial surveillance period were detained, questioned and examined prior to being amnesticized. A theme of physical improvements was quickly recognized in the results of these cases. Event #1 Subject: Harold Grimes Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Finger" on the contract. Interview summary: The subject reported his finger being completely cured of the lasting damage he had sustained after contracting Seal finger4. The reported reason for him utilizing the service was the possibility of the lasting damage being relieved. Event #2 Subject: Megan Hallow Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Eyes" on the contract. Interview summary: The subject reported her eyesight having improved overnight, which he believes to be directly related to the service she was provided. The reported reason for her utilizing the service was her desire to join United States Air Force, which she was previously denied of due to her insufficient eyesight. She had refused to partake in the required testing despite her improved eyesight. Event #3 Subject: Christopher Palmer Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Leg" on the contract. Additionally he had written further details regarding his wish, asking for the option to apply for both of his legs. Interview summary: The subject reported his legs having developed more muscle mass overnight. The reported reason for him utilizing the service was his desire to win the local marathon contest without having to participate in active physical training which he described as "bothersome". Subject displayed apathy towards his surroundings, speaking only when spoken to, reason for this behavior being his lost will to attend the marathon. Event #4 Subject: Helen Strick Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Other" on the contract, and given further details on how she would like her nose to be. Interview summary: The subject reported her nose having been straightened and decreased in size overnight. While these were the details she had written down on SCP-6497-1, she displayed displeasure for the result. Event #5 Subject: José Ortega Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Other" on the contract, and written "Brain" on the line next to the option square. He had then provided further details by writing down he wishes for his IQ to exceed 130. Interview summary: The subject believed his IQ having vastly improved overnight, claiming he was accepted as a member of Mensa. This turned out to be false, and while the rest of his story was confirmed, he had repeatedly scored 115-1255 on the official Mensa IQ test, as opposed to the average score of 101 he had prior to the CUSTOMER-event. Upon this being pointed out to him, he began to cry. He then explained his desire of developing his intelligence having been extinguished over the past week, which apparently was detrimental to his self-confidence. Research notes: While the affected individuals had no notable physical traits justifying further measures, most of them seemed unwell mentally, behaving rather depressed with the exception of the individual Harold Grimes. We will know for sure only after we're finished with the examination, but the affected individuals mental state might be something of note. Apparently this Harold Grimes fellow contracted seal finger again, what a waste of an anomaly. - Researcher Jenner VIDEO LOG Date: 11 / 8 / 2007 Preword: The DNA-testing subsequent to the physical examination of subjects affected by a CUSTOMER-event was finished. Researcher Savos arrived in the office of Dr. West, who at the time was accompanied by Researcher Stork. [ACCESSING SITE SURVEILLANCE RECORD…] [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Savos enters the room holding a document. Dr. West: Momma didn't teach you how to knock? Researcher Savos: My apologies, but you want to see this. Dr. West: The results of SCP-6497 examination I assume. It better be or I'm sending you back to the door. Savos hands Dr. West the document. Dr. West: I see… and you're sure of this? Researcher Savos: Yeah, we ran the tests 3 times. The DNA sequence is an exact match in all the cases so far. Researcher Stork: Wait just a minute. You're telling me these people are clones of each other? That doesn't make any sense. Dr. West: No Stork, it means the healed body parts are genetically identical to one another. Though now I highly doubt any healing has taken place at any point. Researcher Savos: The DNA sequence though… Dr. West: Inconclusive, yes yes. It's never that easy. What about the mental state of these people? Jenner was quite adamant of the possibility of the CUSTOMER-events having mind affecting consequences. Researcher Savos: I think they seemed displeased of their situation in one way or the other, but at this point it's still too early to say anything for sure. So far I don't see anything concerning, but we'll keep an eye out in case more of these cases pop up. Dr. West: I see. Now, if that's all then you're excused. Stork, we'll continue this conversation later. I have a call to make. [END LOG] Addendum 6497-2: Dr. West Research Notes - Show Log Audio Logs Head of Research, Dr. Aaron West. SCP-6497 It is currently 12th of August, 2007. 10:31 AM. This is Dr. West, currently assigned as the Head of Research at Site-76, investigating the anomaly designated as SCP-6497. Lately there's no whiff about any new cases, so currently the leads we got now are pretty much all we have. Despite this I have confidence that there will be more cases popping up, hopefully because our means of detecting them improve as we get to know what we're dealing with here. As for the origin of SCP-6497 itself, current attempts to find whatever source the broadcast signal originates from are still ongoing. The mechanism behind SCP-6497's uncanny ability to broadcast itself in the television feed of singular households while bypassing the eyes of the general populace seems unfeasible, and will undoubtedly pose a challenge in finding the signal, assuming there is one. More people are being affected as I sit here babbling into my recorder, though it's likely this has been going on for a while at least right under our noses. We have reported cases, but if this is like pretty much any crime out there, we sure as hell don't know the half of it. 21st of August, 2007. Dr. West, continuing with the investigation of SCP-6497. The initial surveillance period is nearly finished, with 2 new confirmed cases of CUSTOMER-Events discovered since the the last checkup. DNA testing yielded the exact same results, can't say I'm surprised. Our readiness in terms of fast response and recovery have improved vastly, though we have been unsuccessful in finding the broadcast signal associated with SCP-6497 activity. The apprehended individuals were given the same physical evaluation, but Jenner was given full permission to go evaluate them with her theory in mind. Jenner's a capable woman, if she has a reasonable hunch, then I'm not stopping it. Anyway, turns out she might be onto something. She pointed out the last batch of "customers" were all quite unhappy, if not with their current predicament, then with the result of whatever drove them to sign that contract. Pretty understandable, so I didn't pay too much mind to it. Then this kid from the last batch told how he dropped out of school some time after the CUSTOMER-Event took place. He even passed the test, why drop out now? Apparently he too wanted to become more intelligent like that other guy, but also wrote his little wish on the paper to get himself a pair of muscly arms. You know, back in my day we just studied harder and went to the gym when we had time instead of signing shady contracts like absolute dimwits. I swear, motivation is wasted on the youth. 12th of September, 2007. 6:13 PM. Just earlier we got news which could change the course of this goose chase. A researcher from an unrelated project on this site saw an SCP-6497 commercial, and actually managed to record most of it on his phone. I happen to have the displeasure of knowing the guy's an underachiever, but I suppose all motivation-challenged slugs have their day. As for the recording, what we got from the witness reports matches what we saw, and so far there's nothing indicating instances of SCP-6497 having cognitohazardous traits. Must be easy selling this when there's idiots around every corner. Speaking of which, this "Salesman", who- or whatever it may be, is either poor at what it does, or happens to get whatever it wants simply by the implementation of CUSTOMER-events. Either way, we now have a lot of fleshy spare parts to hunt down. It's just hard to imagine a reasonable motive for any of this, and finally getting to hear that voice myself makes this feel that much more personal to me. Sigh. I really don't believe there's anything at the moment we can do to actually halt SCP-6497 activity, best we can do is suppress whatever activity we happen to detect. I have faith in my team, but there's only so much we can do with the leads we have, and even those aren't that much in the end. Stork blurred out his theory of the original body parts having been completely swapped with these anomalous ones instead of having gone through some genetic altering. It's certainly a thought to consider, and answers have a tendency to just create more questions. I don't want want to jump to any conclusions, but I don't want to rule out any possibilities either. Stay ambitious, fair researchers of Site-76. Even you Stork. Addendum 6497-3: Incident Report - Show File 27 / 9 / 2007 Dr. West discovered a small bottle containing a purple liquid substance on the desk in his office. A small note was tied to the neck of the bottle with a decorative string. A little preview for my favorite go-getter. Keep up the good work! -Dr. Wink Upon making contact with the bottle, the television in Dr. West's office turned on and started displaying a commercial very similar in pattern with the commercial linked to SCP-6497 activity. Said commercial advertised a service titled "Dr. Wink's Fantabulous Service For Unmotivated Go-Getters!". It played in loop for 3 times before ending abruptly. Dr. West managed to record most of the commercial. Dr. West reported the appearance of the bottle, and investigation could prove no apparent reason as to how the bottle got into Dr. West's office unnoticed, or why the anomaly attempted communication with him. Following this, the purple substance was determined as a part of SCP-6497 activity, and designated as SCP-6497-2. Experiment 6497-A Date: 27 / 9 / 2007 Subject: D-1190 Attending researcher: Researchers Jenner and Savos Procedure: Subject was ordered to ingest SCP-6497-2 in order to study any physical or mental effects on human beings. Subject was held in an observation cell for the duration of the procedure. [BEGIN LOG] 13:00 D-1190 receives the order to ingest a small sample of SCP-6497-2, which he complies. 13:02 No effects detected. Attending researchers continue the observation of the subject. 13:11 Increase in dopamine detected. 13:13 Subject's mood seems to improve, indicated by his body language and gestures. 13:15 Subject is ordered to stand on his right foot while reciting the alphabets in reverse order. Subject complies immediately, and carries out the task with no difficulty. 13:30 No further notable effects are observed. Guards enter the observation cell, and order D-1190 to exit. D-1190 complies, and returns to his cell with no resistance, still retaining his elevated mood. [END LOG] Afterword: No alterations to the physique of the subject was observed, DNA- or otherwise. Further testing to be commenced shortly. Experiment 6497-B Date: 27 / 9 /2007 Subject: D-1190, D-6026 and D-4385 Attending researcher: Researchers Jenner and Savos Procedure: The subjects were ordered to ingest a sample of SCP-6497-2, with the exception of D-1190 as he had recently been exposed to it. Subjects were instructed to perform a task which is designed to measure ones intelligence, and ability to perform in teamwork. Subjects were held in an observation cell for the duration of the procedure. [BEGIN LOG] The subjects enter the room escorted by 2 guards. The subjects then watch the guards unlock the door on the way back, and exit the observation cell. 15:00 D-6026 and D-4385 are ordered to ingest SCP-6497-2, both of which hesitate to do so. D-1190 encourages them to comply with the orders, claiming he has felt content after consuming it himself. 15:01 D-6026 and D-4385 comply. 15:12 Both subjects display elevated dopamine levels highly similar to what was observed in experiment 6497-A. 15:15 The subjects are presented with a puzzle box which requires problem solving skills, as well as precise timing achievable through teamwork to successfully open. Subjects observe the box, immediately sharing their thoughts of it with each other. 15:21 The box is successfully opened. The subjects compliment each other, seemingly having forgotten the presence of the observers. 15:22 Attending researchers leave the observation area to monitor the behavior of the subjects via camera feed. 15:29 The subjects gather together to converse, keeping the volume of their speech too low for the audio recording equipment to pick up. 15:32 D-6026 runs into the corner of the room, and begins to "draw" patterns onto the floor with his finger. Camera feed zooms in to recognize them, but is unable to see anything unusual. 15:33 D-1190 and D-4385 manage to open the electronic combination lock of the observation cell door. A nearby guard sets off the alarm. 15:34 D-1190 and D-4385 narrowly evade the guards gunfire. D-6026 exits the observation cell and attempts to tackle the guard, but is terminated via gunfire by another guard. 15:35 D-1190 and D-4385 are located and terminated via gunfire. [END LOG] Afterword: It is suspected the patterns D-6026 "drew" were simply a distraction with the intention of drawing the observers attention towards himself. How D-1190 and D-4385 managed to unlock the door is not known. The results of the experiment indicate SCP-6497-2's effects being of possible value to the Foundation. The subjects demonstrated elevated performance in regard to communication and intelligence. Opening the box took them only 6 minutes and 27 seconds, while the average among recorded attempts is nearly 15 minutes. The swiftly formed plan of escape is thought to be the result of SCP-6497-2's effects. Addendum 6497-4: Containment Update - Credentials Verified It was thought approaching the investigation from the viewpoint of a salesman could expedite the investigation process. Dr. West contacted Dr. Harmon of Site-109, who was known for his expertise in Economic- and Trading Sciences. Below is the chat log of their conversation. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:05 #1 Good day Dr. Harmon T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:05 #2 Good day. I understood you needed my help with an anomalous product of sorts? A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:06 #3 Well yes, soon so to be product at least. We have reason to believe the distribution will start soon, and any help on how we could prevent this is appreciated. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:06 #4 Of course. Just give me a moment to get to know what we got here. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:07 #5 6497SCP.zip 6497comm2.mov I must ask you to delete this information after we are done. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:23 #6 Looks like what we have here is someone doing dirty business. You're now aware of the product, but the question of supply isn't so clear. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:24 #7 Any ideas? If this is a business, there has to be something to gain from this. There has to be a reliable supply of whatever is used to make SCP-6497-2, and a sufficient demand for it. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:25 #8 Now you're thinking the way you should. And that is what leads us to what I believe to be the most believable answer. You see, businessmen are alike with any other people in one important way. If they wish to achieve something, they need to want it. What one needs is three distinct tools needed to success. Appropriate skill and knowledge, the will to want it, and the will to put effort into whatever it is they desire. In some cases the latter two are arguably more important than actual skill because they are needed in order to push an individual to improve oneself to learn and strive towards the goal they have set their mind on. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:28 #9 So what you're saying is that this is actual motivation in a bottle? T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:28 #10 That's about it, yes. You could also call it desire. And it has to come from somewhere. Is the picture getting clearer to you? A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:29 #11 Researcher Stork proposed a theory about how the original body parts of CUSTOMER-Event affected individuals are actually completely taken. While that seems more plausible by the second, that's not what's important here. It's what was taken along them. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:30 #12 Well there's the equivalent of a supply chain in this case. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:30 #13 That would make sense. Whatever motivation they had was clearly wasted on them. Thank you, I know what must be done. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:30 #14 Say, have you been feeling tired lately? A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:31 #15 Now that you mention it, yes. The investigation of this thing honestly hasn't progressed much until very recently. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:31 #16 Do you understand market segmentation? A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:32 #17 Enough to know your point based just on the fact you even knew to ask that of me. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:33 #18 Best of luck, doctor. To: Site Director Waltz From: Aaron West Subject: SCP-6497 Update Date: 12/ 1 /2008 Hello Director I am pleased to inform you we have managed to redirect the distribution of SCP-6497-2 from civilian consumers to exclusively Site-76. Using instances of SCP-6497-1 affiliated with the service "Dr. Wink's Fantabulous Service for Unmotivated Go-Getters!" on a monthly basis to order more SCP-6497-2 instances than it is possible to produce, we should be able to purchase the entire stock, preventing them from reaching civilians. The fact that no cases of commercials advertising said service have been detected outside Site-76 seems to support this hypothesis. While we are still very much incapable of completely halting SCP-6497 activity and the "harvesting" of SCP-6497-2, I believe doing so would be a mistake even should we be able to do so. Cutting off the supply could potentially result in SCP-6497 changing its usual activity to adapt to "a new market." Best we keep things as predictable as possible. The research team has recognized the SCP-6497-2's potential capability to be used for the benefit of the Foundation, as the test results have so far been nothing but encouraging. Even if using it after all this has a certain sense of irony. Future use as efficiency enhancement in small doses is a possibility, though the research is most likely better suited for another team. The Special Containment Procedures revised to account for this new information will be delivered in your office by tomorrow afternoon for approval. Motivation shouldn't come from the bottom of a bottle, but rather your character. Though a glass of scotch every now and then does no harm. Still, as much as these new developments have benefited us, I can't shake off the feeling it was us who got the short end of the stick here. Footnotes 1. Most cases are likely to go unreported. 2. The provided options are following: Hand, Arm, Finger, Leg, Eyes and Other. 3. The exact time seems to depend on the scale of the event. 4. An infection which is usually contracted as a result of unprotected seal handling. 5. A minimum score of 130 is required to pass the test. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6497" by SphereFinale, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6497. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6498 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains references to the abuse of minorities and the trafficking of human remains. ⚠️ content warning fabledtiefling Did you enjoy the article? Please check out my other works! Right here! Item#: 6498 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6498. Special Containment Procedures: Plans are currently being drafted to safely decommission SCP-6498. Until a sufficiently acceptable plan is created, personnel are to avoid entering SCP-6498. Any items removed from SCP-6498 must be returned as soon as possible. Any personnel found with an item removed from SCP-6498 will be disciplined accordingly. All information relating to the former town of Faraday, Georgia has been successfully expunged from all records. Outside access to the former location of Faraday, Georgia has been restricted under the cover of an ongoing ecological survey. Description: SCP-6498 refers to the home located at 1386 Wayfarer Way in Faraday, Georgia. All anomalous activity relating to SCP-6498 has been restricted to the interior of the home. Anomalous activity relating to SCP-6498 appears connected to items within the home. Removal of items from SCP-6498 will result in anomalous activity manifesting wherever the item is taken. This activity ceases once the item is returned to SCP-6498. Activity relating to SCP-6498 ranges from benign to violent, with no clear pattern of activity. Activity seen so far includes but is not limited to: Levitating objects Objects moving on their own Floors of the home collapsing underneath personnel Manifestations of human faces along the walls Large volumes of bones manifesting in several locations and demanifesting upon hitting the floor Personnel being touched, hit, and shoved by incorporeal forces Vocalizations in Urdu, Hindi, Prakrit, and English Manifestations of creatures composed of several human skeletons Addendum 6498.1: Initial Exploration SCP-6498 was contained alongside ████ other anomalies in February of 1988 when the town of Faraday, Georgia was officially contained and closed off from the outside world. Due to the sheer volume of anomalies discovered within Faraday, and the relatively contained nature of SCP-6498, the anomaly was not properly discovered until 2017. Initial expeditions into the anomaly were approved shortly after, and three agents from MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") who had proven reliable in investigating Faraday anomalies were assigned to the mission. VIDEO LOG DATE: March 28th, 2018 SUBJECT: SCP-6498 TEAM LEAD: Agent Goose TEAM MEMBERS: Agent Goose, Agent Bluejay, Agent Sparrow [BEGIN LOG] [All body cameras save for the one on Agent Goose go live. Agent Goose is seen fumbling with his camera.] Bluejay: Hold still, hold still. There, camera's on and mic's on. [Agent Goose's camera goes live.] Goose: Ugh. Thanks, Jay. Sparrow: Alright, alright. Anything we need to review before we go? Goose: Simple mission here. Get in, confirm and report anomalous activity found inside, and get the hell back out. From what I heard from Caraway it's just poltergeist stuff1. Sparrow: Got it. Lead the way! [All three agents approach the door. Agent Goose attempts to open the door, but appears to be unable to turn the knob. Agent Goose begins to shake the knob and bang at the door before recoiling.] Goose: SHIT. Ow, fucking hell. Bluejay: You ok? It's not like you to cuss like that. What happened? Goose: Damn thing got really hot all of a sudden. [Agent Goose holds out his hand to Agent Bluejay's camera. His hand appears to bear second degree burns with notable surface blistering.]] Bluejay: Damn, that's bad. Hold on, I think I…got it. [Agent Bluejay takes Agent Goose's hand and rubs a lotion over it. Agent Goose's body stiffens and then relaxes.] Bluejay: New item from the medical center. Good for burns and rashes, you should be ok in a few. Not perfect, mind you, but better. Sparrow: Alright you two, glad that's solved but we're still not in. I'm just gonna bust the door down, objections? Goose: I'll authorize it. I don't want anyone else to mess with the knob right now. [Agent Sparrow takes several steps back before rushing the door with his shoulder. Right before his shoulder makes contact, the door swings open. Agent Sparrow attempts to stop himself, but continues forward and crashes into the main staircase.] Goose: All ok, Sparrow? Sparrow: I'm fine. A bruise at the worst. We're in at least. Goose: Good. Alright, let's move. We're going to start up top and move down. Head up the stairs everyone. [All agents ascend the stairs. Approximately halfway up, Agent Bluejay appears to trip and grab onto Agent Goose. The two, as well as Agent Sparrow, begin to tumble down the stairs. Review of the footage reveals that the stairs had levelled out into a ramp. Further audio review revealed a voice saying "Please, no more" in Urdu.] Bluejay: Shit, sorry, Goose. We're off to a bad start here, huh? Goose: Slightly more anomalous activity than initially reported. Everyone, proceed with more caution moving forward, alright? Bluejay: Roger! Sparrow: Roger. [All three agents brace themselves using the walls on either side of the staircase and use them to help ascend the ramp. Approximately halfway up, something slams the wall and throws Agent Goose off balance, as well as knocking photograph that had been hung on the wall to the floor. Before he is able to fall, Agent Bluejay manages to catch him. Something bangs the wall once more, and continues banging for several minutes.] Goose: Jay, look. That's a hand, isn't it? Bluejay: Sure as hell, that's a hand. Looks like it's pushing out of the damn wall. Wait, Goose! Look! [Agent Bluejay aims his bodycam up the stairwell. The stairwell appears to go onwards an undetermined distance, with the top obscured in darkness. Up the stairwell, a series of hands and faces push and bang against the walls at various points.] Goose: Fucking hell. What class is this now? Bluejay: Interactive haunting I think. Stretches the definition a bit, but hey. Sparrow: Doesn't matter what it is, just get up the stairs guys. [All three agents make their way up the staircase as before. As they ascend, several vocalizations can be heard from the surroundings2. Each agent reaches the top landing. A gasp can be heard, and Agent Goose's camera is pointed down the hall. What appear to be various types of human bones stick out from random points along the floor, walls, and ceiling. Each is covered in muscle and tendons as if freshly separated from a body.] Goose: Alright, enough. Everyone out, we're not prepped for this. Back down the stairs and get out of the house, I'm calling the mission here. CLOSING NOTES: All three agents successfully left SCP-6498 in the three minutes following Agent Goose's order. Aside from several hand shaped bruises up Agent Sparrow's leg, there were no notable injuries to any of the agents. Review of the recording's audio discovered a long scream that begun as the agents left the scene. When asked, all agents stated that they heard nothing as they left. [END LOG] Addendum 6498.2: Second Exploration Following the results of the initial exploration into SCP-6498, a new plan was devised to ensure both success in future expeditions and the safety of exploring agents. Agents Goose, Bluejay, and Sparrow remained assigned to the object, and each were provided a new set of supplies to better respond to the new discoveries. VIDEO LOG DATE: April 15th, 2018 SUBJECT: SCP-6498 TEAM LEAD: Agent Goose TEAM MEMBERS: Agent Goose, Agent Bluejay, Agent Sparrow [BEGIN LOG] Goose: Camera and audio check, we all ok? Bluejay: Yep. Sparrow: Roger. Goose: Alright. Goal for this mission is to get upstairs and get down that hall. Let's move! [Agent Sparrow moves towards the front door, which opens. He yelps as a vase flies out, barely missing him before shattering against the sidewalk.] Bluejay: How welcoming. Goose: Just be careful, everyone. Keep your guard up. [All three agents enter the home and begin ascending the staircase. A murmur is heard from the surroundings as they ascend, growing louder the closer they get to the top until it becomes a series of screams3 Each reaches the landing at the top.] Goose: Jesus that was loud. Doesn't seem to have reached a damaging volume at least. Sparrow: Looks like the hall of gore is still here. Are those real? [Agent Bluejay taps what appears to be a human spine with the end of a flashlight. The bone immediately crumbles into a cloud of dust.] Goose: Ok, so they're real but not sturdy. Good news is, we can get through. Let's move, try any doors you see on the way down. [The group makes their way down the hall, knocking the various bones down as they proceed. They eventually come upon a door to their right. Agent Goose nods towards Agent Sparrow, who proceeds to open the door. Agent Sparrow's camera reveals the room to be a half bathroom. A large quadrupedal creature that appears to be composed of bones can be seen hunched over in a corner. It makes a quiet chattering noise until it notices Agent Sparrow. It turns towards Agent Sparrow and lunges, taking his camera offline.] Sparrow: GAH! [The other agents' cameras remain online, and show the creature tackling Agent Sparrow to the ground before phasing through the floor. Agent Sparrow remains laying on the ground.] Bluejay: Sparrow! Are you ok? Sparrow: What the fuck was that? Goose: Hm, technically it meets the definition of poltergeist, but- Sparrow: Not what I fucking meant, I mean what the fuck was that thing? Bluejay: I didn't get a good enough look at it. All I could see was a shit ton of bones. [Agent Goose enters the bathroom and slowly pans his camera through the room. Aside from signs of general neglect, no anomalous activity can be seen nor can signs of the previously seen creature be found. Agent Goose carefully opens the medicine cabinet over the sink. Upon opening, several human digits that appear to have been severed at the base fall out and phase through the floor.] Sparrow: What the fuck is going on in this place? Goose: Let's move. We aren't going to get any more answers standing here. Bluejay: I see another room at the end of the hall. Wanna check that out? Sparrow: Someone else open the door this time. [Agent Bluejay approaches the door and opens it. His camera reveals the room to be the master bedroom. The room is in severe disarray, with several pieces of furniture damaged and overturned. The bed itself appears to have had a large hole torn in the center.] Bluejay: Bedroom. I don't see any creatures inside, but this thing is torn up bad. What should we do? Goose: Go in, but be careful. Don't touch anything. [Each agent enters the bedroom. As the final agent, Sparrow, crosses the threshold, the door slams shut and the room begins to rattle. Agent Sparrow's camera flickers back on for a moment before shutting off once again. Agent Goose suddenly looks upwards, revealing the ceiling to be completely covered by human skulls of various sizes, each of different stages in human development. Further review of the footage reveals at least 25% of the skulls to superficially resemble those of infants between two and seven months old. Each skull vocalizes in response to the agents.4] Goose: Open the door. OPEN THE DOOR. [Agent Sparrow attempts to open the door. All attempts to open the door, including the use of blunt force, fail. The room rattles with increasing violence the more he attempts to open the door.] Goose: Fuck fuck fuck DUCK AND COVER EVERYONE! [Each agent drops to the floor and covers their heads as the skulls fall from the ceiling. Every skull that does not make contact with an agent phases through the floor while those that do attempt to latch on with their jaws. Most fail and fall through the floor, but several manage to successfully bite each agent. The agents panic and knock the skulls off with whatever they can, including batons and broken pieces of furniture. All skulls are successfully removed.] Bluejay: Is…is that the last of them? Sparrow: I'm a little fucked up but I'm clean. Goose? Goose: Got the last one off. Holy shit. Bluejay: Hey, guys? Check this out. [Agent Bluejay picks a book up off the floor.] Bluejay: "Introduction to Human Osteology". Sparrow: There's another book over here. Just "Introduction to Osteology." Wait got another…oh it's just a Bible. Lots of little sticky notes in it, looks like someone was really into Jesus. Goose: Well that's…something. I think I'm starting to get an idea here. [Agent Goose inspects the room, eventually entering into the closet. His camera reveals the closet floor to be covered with broken shards of bone.] Goose: And I'm starting to feel like my theories are confirmed. Take a look. Sparrow: What the shit, is this human? [Agent Bluejay walks up to the closet and bends over to pick up a shard of bone.] Bluejay: …No. Take a look. This is from a jawbone, and that's a tooth see? This looks like…dog, maybe? Coyote? Goose: The closet's full of them. I'm guessing they were on the shelves before something tore through here and broke it all. Sparrow: So the guy who owned the place was a bone weirdo, gotcha. Doesn't explain all the human shit, though. The bones here are all animals right? If that's the case then why is all the haunting stuff clearly human? Goose: I don't know, but I'm not really sure I want to find out. Bluejay: Not like we get a choice in the matter. Should we move out? Goose: Yeah, let's… Sparrow: Did we check out this bed yet? This is a pretty big hole here, definitely looks like some animal tore it out. [Agent Goose and Bluejay turn around, revealing Agent Sparrow to be leaning over the hole in the bed.] Goose: Sparrow, get away from there. We've had enough accidents, we should probably just move out for the day. Sparrow: Yeah, you're right. [Agent Sparrow turns to return to the other agents. As soon as his back is turned, another massive creature that appears to be composed of human skeletons rises from the hole. It shouts in a cacophony of voices5 as several skeletal arms reach out and grab Agent Sparrow's arms and legs. Agent Sparrow thrashes against the creature, to no avail.] Bluejay: Sparrow, hold still! I'll get you outta there! [Agent Bluejay pulls out his baton and runs to Agent Sparrow. He begins beating the skeletal arms restraining Agent Sparrow with the baton, breaking several. For every arm he breaks, however, a new one takes its place. Several begin to reach out to him as well, before Agent Goose rushes over and tackles him away from the creature. Agent Sparrow continues to resist as the creature drags him through the hole in the bed, vanishing.] Goose: Fuck, Sparrow! Sparrow! Jay, is his camera on still? Bluejay: No good, it's down. His audio is still on, but- Goose: Pull up his audio, we can at least try to figure out where the fuck he went. [Agent Bluejay tunes to Agent Sparrow's audio channel. The sound of Agent Sparrow screaming, alongside the sound of several voices shouting in various languages are heard6. Eventually, Agent Sparrow's screaming stops and a dull thud is heard, followed by the sound of a heavy object being dragged. After approximately a minute, a grinding and crunching sound is heard followed by several soft, wet thuds.] Goose: That sounded like… Bluejay: A body hitting concrete. A good thud, but there was that slightly hollow sound. No freaking clue what the rest was. Goose: Looks like we're going to the basement a bit earlier than expected. Access is through the kitchen. Let's move. [Agents Goose and Bluejay run down the hall. Several human bones erupt from the floor and walls as they go, tripping Agent Goose at one point. Agent Bluejay catches him, and the two manage to make it down the stairs and into the kitchen. The kitchen is unremarkable, with no signs of activity.] Goose: Careful, Jay. We can't afford any more mistakes. Door is over there, by the fridge. Bluejay: Understood. [Agent Goose leads the way over to the basement door. As they pass the refrigerator, the freezer door swings open and drops something frozen which clatters onto the floor7. Agent Bluejay stops before he trips on it. He proceeds to carefully step over it. Both agents make it to the basement door. Agent Goose opens the door and shines a light down the stairs. The light fails to penetrate past the first five steps.] Goose: Jay, grab my hand and stay close. [Agent Bluejay steps onto the first step with Agent Goose. As he does, the door slams shut behind them. The agents are suddenly shoved forward by an unseen force and tumble down the stairs.] Bluejay: Ugh, you ok? Goose: Just a mild concussion. My light's broken, though. Bluejay: Looks like mine still works. Let's see…there we go. [Agent Bluejay shines a flashlight around the room. Eventually the light shines on a door with several femurs sticking out of it in a cross shape. Both agents approach the door and carefully open it.] Goose: …Shit. [The room appears to be a large, well organized storage closet. Each shelf contains hundreds of human bones, arranged by type and size. The back wall appears to be a collection of human spines8.] Bluejay: Holy fuck. Are these all…? Goose: Human, yeah. Well organized and everything. Someone had a hobby here. Bluejay: Wait, Goose. Look. All the ones over here are tagged "For Sale". Goose: Jesus, these are all tiny too. Just…don't touch anything. We're just gonna have to get a specialized team in here to clean this place, this is way outside of our skillset at this point. Let's just- [Agent Goose turns back towards the door and stops. Agent Sparrow hangs from the door, his body impaled at several points by the bones that were seen on the other side.] Bluejay: Fucking hell man. Sparrow.. Goose: Jay, I recommend you don't look down. [Agent Goose aims his bodycam at the floor, revealing what appears to be another human body pinned to the ground at various points with bones. The body is flat, appearing to contain no internal structures of any kind.] Bluejay: …Let's get back to base, Goose. We're done here. Goose: I'm taking a quick sample. …Got it. Let's get out. [Several chanting vocalizations are heard throughout the home as both agents exit9.] [END LOG] CLOSING NOTES: All further exploration into SCP-6498 is strictly prohibited until further notice. Agent Goose returned with what was identified as a human femur. Genetic profiling revealed it to be Indian in origin, though Foundation efforts were unable to successfully match it to a human profile. Addendum 6498.3: Incident Log VIDEO LOG DATE: April 16th, 2018 NOTE: The following log is a video recording of the Foundation Department of Osteology's research lab. The FDO had received the bone recovered from SCP-6498 approximately seven hours before the following incident was recorded. [BEGIN LOG] 01:01: The bone recovered from SCP-6498 begins to rattle in its glass casing. nearby researchers fail to notice. 01:03: The rattling grows more violent. Blood and viscera begin to cover the bone from an unknown source and steadily fill the glass casing. A researcher Hammond notices and investigates 01:04: Researcher Hammond calls for help. Before other researchers can respond, the glass container breaks due to pressure buildup within. Blood and viscera produced by the bone splatters across the room. 01:05: The bone recovered from SCP-6498, as well as several other remains in the care of the FDO, begin to levitate in the air. The bone continues producing blood and viscera during this time. 01:06: The various bones begin to converge on a singular point. The bones begin to form a creature resembling those previously seen in SCP-6498 explorations. The creature throws a researcher across the room before tackling another to the ground. Before on site security is able to arrive, the creature phases through the floor and vanishes. [END LOG] CLOSING NOTES: The creature formed by the bone recovered from SCP-6498 has yet to be located. No more artifacts are permitted to leave SCP-6498. Addendum 6498.4: Further Research Following the final exploration into SCP-6498, further research on the home was conducted by the Council on the Research and Preservation of Faraday10. The former owner of SCP-6498 was revealed to be Rev. Michael Dunston, a pastor at the local Faraday United Methodist Church. Intensive investigation into the church itself revealed that fifteen bodies interred in the church's graveyard were missing one or more bones. Footnotes 1. Anomaly's initial discovery was by a single Foundation agent who reported activity to Dr. Faran Caraway, one of the head researchers assigned to Faraday. Activity seen at the time was minor. 2. While each vocalization was in a unique language, the translation remained the same. Each voice appeared to be saying "Violation". 3. Several unique voices are recorded at this point. Phrases shouted include "Sinful bastard", "Defiler", and "Kidnapper". 4. Each vocalization has the same translation. "Sinner." 5. Each vocalization translating to "Thief". 6. Current efforts have been unable to successfully discern what is being vocalized. It is believed that over one hundred voices are heard in this recording. 7. Review of footage reveals the object to be a frozen human leg. 8. Review of the footage reveals that over one hundred spines are hung on this wall. 9. Vocalizations translated to "Damned by God". 10. An internal Foundation council dedicated to researching and preserving various anomalies found in Faraday, Georgia. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6498" by OriTiefling, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6498. Licensed under CC-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: TalleyHomsteadTalleyvilleTavistockDE.png Author: Unknown License: Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike 4.0 Notes: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6499 | safe | Item#: 6499 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6499 is to be kept in a standard Anomalous Item Locker at Site-196. When not directly viewed the object is inactive and no further procedures are required. Description: SCP-6499 is a hardcover book, 252 pages long. The front cover and spine are blank but the first page of the book features the title "Chapters on Cognitive Behavioural Therapy" with no extra information regarding the author, publisher or year, added. The book contains multiple chapters on psychological theory and practices ranging from meditation exercises to US Navy Seals techniques on keeping calm during a battle. SCP-6499 was discovered at the remains of a burned building in ████, ██████. The object came to the Foundation’s attention when field agents came across reports of a woman “miraculously” surviving a house fire completely unharmed. SCP-6499 was found intact at the site. WARNING: SECURITY IN SECTOR 2 HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. PERSONNEL NOT ASSIGNED CRITICAL TASKS ARE TO IMMEDIATELY SEEK SHELTER IN THE DESIGNATED SAFE ROOMS. SCP-6499 appears to be non-anomalous the vast majority of the time. SCP-6499 starts to manifest its anomalous properties when 3 criteria are met: An individual must be in the same room as SCP-6499 and must be within line of sight of the object. A crisis situation in which the above mentioned individual is in a life threatening situation due to a hazardous environment or impending disaster. Subject must be in a state of high emotional distress. WARNING: SCP-████ AND SCP-███ HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT. CODE 196/A/RED. When all criteria are met, SCP-6499 will render both itself and the subject immune to all forms of conventional and unconventional injury or harm. From this point on, the subject should be referred to as SCP-6499-1. A secondary anomalous effect triggered during a crisis causes SCP-6499-1 to become completely apathetic to their surroundings and imminent danger. The subject, instead, displays mild boredom and will resume their task instead of trying to reach safety. SCP-6499 will cease its effects once both itself and SCP-6499-1 are no longer in immediate danger. Third, an amnestic effect will trigger, erasing all memories of the crisis situation from SCP-6499-1; causing mild confusion when questioned. WARNING: THE SITE IS EXPERIENCING MULTIPLE KETER AND EUCLID-CLASS CONTAINMENT BREACHES. FULL SITE-196 LOCKDOWN INITIATED. Addendum: SCP-6499 TESTS SUMMARY Foreword: Researchers are not to abort test, even when subject appears to be harmed. SCP-6499's anomalous effects only appear when subject is in actual danger. The Ethics Committee has provided approval for this protocol. 06/07/21 Test 3 (INCINERATION): D-class was instructed to enter a standard incineration chamber in which SCP-6499 was placed beforehand. Result: D-class experienced high emotional stress levels when gas filled the room. Emotional distress disappeared one second later. The subject looked briefly at the flames before sitting down on the floor with a sigh and started peeling his nails. When Researcher Dr L. Glasglow asked how the D-class felt during the incineration, he replied, “It’s okay.” D-class left the room without sustaining any damage to himself and his clothes. 12/07/2021 Test 5 (SUFFOCATION BY SUBMERSION): SCP-6499 was given to D-class to read in his cell. 15 minutes later, the cell was flooded with water. Result: After an initial display of horror at the rising water level, the subject sat down on the bed and continued reading while the water rose to his nose. D-class left the room with his clothes dry. 25/07/2021 Test 9 (ANOMALOUS AGGRESSORS): D-class was instructed to enter SCP-███’s containment chamber where SCP-6499 had been left earlier that day. Result: After a short moment of shock upon seeing SCP-███, the D-class sat down in the middle of the room. The D-class picked up the coloring book reserved for SCP-███ and started to draw with the crayons. SCP-███’s threats were ignored. SCP-███ began attacking the subject to no effect. WARNING: SCP-███, SCP-███ AND VARIOUS OTHER MEMETIC AND CONTAGIOUS ANOMALIES HAVE BREACHED THE LOCKDOWN. “FINAL REST” PROTOCOL HAS BEEN INITIATED. Addendum 2: SCP-6499 While preparing another test with SCP-6499, a sudden crisis situation emerged and SCP-6499’s effects were accidentally triggered. Dr L. Glaslow was caught in its effect as her colleagues left to counter the threat or seek shelter. Even though she was instructed to seek shelter as well, the subject prioritized acquiring coffee and finalizing the documentation she had been assigned. The subject did notice the guttural noises made when MTF-16-2 “Class Clowns” shot down infected D-class but ignored it. When instructed to stop, the subject continued to head for the coffee machine, finishing the document on her mobile phone. The subject felt no discomfort from the fire caused by SCP-███ or the mannequins that tried to strangle her. WARNING: THE SITE 196 NUCLEAR DEVICE HAS BEEN TRIGGERED. COUNTDOWN INITIATED: 10 9 8 The subject felt no discomfort as the nuclear device underneath her workplace was triggered and instead enjoyed a sip of good coffee while saving the final edits she made on the file. 4 3 2 1 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6499" by Moonhorse96, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6499. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } BY ORDER OF OVERWATCH COMMAND This file has been cleared for access by all personnel. Readers are compelled to consume the following Sacrament. » COMMENCE RITUAL « « SIXTH SUN'S REFRAIN » I am the blade, I am the shield I am the arm that shall not yield In tempest I stand fast A legend, I will last I will not fade I am the wand, I am the flame I am the rod for truths untamed In knowledge I will trust Invoked, I burn the dust I will not fade I am the knife, I am the shade I am the hunter, not the prey In whispers I have tread By infamy, I spread I will not fade I am the rite, I am the scales I am the patience which prevails In honour I abide With faith, I turn the tide I will not fade We the sentries, we the wall We the final card to fall Through toil, we shall gain Through blood, we shall remain We will not fail You are now protected; Stay fast, and proceed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6500" by S D Locke, Aethris, DarkStuff, Grigori Karpin, HarryBlank, Ihp, Placeholder McD, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-002 | euclid | SCP-002 in its containment area Item #: SCP-002 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-002 is to remain connected to a suitable power supply at all times, to keep it in what appears to be a recharging mode. In case of electrical outage, the emergency barrier between the object and the facility is to be closed and the immediate area evacuated. Once facility power is re-established, alternating bursts of X-ray and ultraviolet light must strobe the area until SCP-002 is re-affixed to the power supply and returned to recharging mode. Containment area is to be kept at negative air pressure at all times. Teams including a minimum of two (2) members are required within 20 meters of SCP-002 or its containment area. Personnel should maintain physical contact with one another at all times to confirm there is another person present, as perception may be dulled, skewed, or influenced by proximity to the object. No personnel below Level 3 are permitted within SCP-002. This requirement may be waived via written authorization from two (2) off-site Level 4 administrators. Command staff issued such a waiver must be escorted by at least five (5) Level 3 Security personnel for the duration of their contact and must temporarily surrender their rank and security clearance. Following contact, command staff will be escorted at least 5 km from SCP-002 to undergo a seventy-two (72)-hour quarantine and psychological evaluation. If deemed fit for return to duty by psych staff, rank and security clearance may be restored when quarantine expires. Description: SCP-002 resembles a tumorous, fleshy growth with a volume of roughly 60 m³ (or 2000 ft³). An iron valve hatch on one side leads to its interior, which appears to be a standard low-rent apartment of modest size. One wall of the room possesses a single window, though no such opening is visible from the exterior. The room contains furniture which, upon close examination, appears to be sculpted bone, woven hair, and various other biological substances produced by the human body. All matter tested thus far show independent or fragmented DNA sequences for each object in the room. Refer to the Mulhausen Report [cross-ref:document00.023.603] for details related to object's discovery. Reference: To date, subject has been responsible for the disappearances of seven personnel. It has also in its time at the facility further furnished itself with two lamps, a throw rug, a television, a radio, a beanbag chair, three books in an unknown language, four children's toys, and a small potted plant. Tests with a variety of lab animals including higher primates have failed to provoke a response in SCP-002. Cadavers as well fail to produce any effect. Whatever process the subject uses to convert organic matter into furnishings is apparently only facilitated by the introduction of living humans. view Mulhausen Report docid:00.023.603 Mulhausen Report [00.023.603] The following is a brief report detailing the discovery of SCP-002 Subject was discovered in a small crater in northern Portugal where it struck the Earth from orbit. Encased in a shell of thick rock, the fleshy exterior of the object was exposed by the impact. A native farmer happened upon the site and reported his findings to the village elder. Subject gained SCP attention when a Level 4 agent posted in the area detected a small radioactive anomaly generated by the object. A collection squad of SCP security personnel led by General Mulhausen was immediately dispatched to the area where they quickly secured the subject in a large container and performed initial testing with subjects recruited from the nearby village. Three men individually sent into the structure subsequently disappeared. Upon discovering this deadly property of the subject, General Mulhausen issued a Level 4a Termination Order of any witnesses (roughly 1/3 of the village) to ensure no outside knowledge of the object and initiated its transport to SCP facility [DATA EXPUNGED]. During preparation for transport, four SCP security personnel were inexplicably drawn inside the object where they too immediately disappeared. Following inspection, it appeared as if the object had "grown" several new furnishings and was beginning to look like the interior of an apartment room. General Mulhausen immediately ordered the requisition of several Class III HAZMAT suits for the remaining security team members, who proceeded to lift the container onto a waiting freight ship for transport to the SCP containment facility. [DATA EXPUNGED] [DATA EXPUNGED] Following the termination of General Mulhausen, SCP-002 was re-secured by SCP staff and brought into special containment in [CLASSIFIED], where it currently resides. Staff with clearance below Level 3 have been denied access to the SCP-002 container without prior approval of at least two Level 4 staff after the Mulhausen incident. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-002" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-002. Licensed under CC-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: 800px-SCP002-new.jpg Names: Leather ball, N/A, two brown steel wheeled airplane stairs on snow field during daytime Authors: The Metropolitan Museum of Art, N/A, N/A License: Public Domain, CC0, CC0 Source Links: Metropolitan, pxhere, peakpx |
SCP-003 | euclid | A close up of SCP-003's circuitry Item #: SCP-003 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-003 is to be maintained at a constant temperature of no less than 35°C and ideally kept above 100°C. No living multicellular organisms of Category IV or higher complexity may be allowed to come into contact with SCP-003. In event of total power failure, if SCP-003-1 begins to increase its mass, assigned personnel must engage in skin contact with SCP-003-1. Ideally, personnel may use their body heat to return SCP-003-1 to above the critical temperature; however, skin contact must be maintained even in event of SCP-003 reaching activation temperature, lasting at minimum until SCP-003-1 advances fully to its second growth stage. Personnel who enter SCP-003's containment area must first be examined for body parasites of Category IV or higher complexity, and sterilized if such organisms are present. All personnel who have come in physical contact with SCP-003-1 are to immediately report for sterilization afterwards. SCP-003-1 must not be removed from SCP-003-2 except in case of emergency procedures detailed above. Any significant change in SCP-003-2's rune activity (including pattern, frequency, or color) should be reported within three (3) hours of occurrence. Cessation of rune activity must be reported immediately. SCP-003-2 must be supplied with power via the source designated Generator 003-IX at all times. Description: SCP-003 consists of two related components of separate origin, referred to as SCP-003-1 and SCP-003-2. SCP-003-1 appears to be composed of chitin, hair, and nails of unknown biology, arranged in a configuration similar to that of a computer motherboard. Testing reveals SCP-003-1 to predate earliest known circuit boards by a factor of thousands of years. SCP-003-1 is considered sentient but not actively dangerous except under certain conditions. SCP-003-1 was found on a stone tablet, SCP-003-2, on which it currently resides. The runes on SCP-003-2 are not part of any known language, and emit pale, flickering light patterns. SCP-003-2 is controlled by a (non-biological) internal computer, the contents of which are mostly inaccessible without risk of damaging SCP-003-2. SCP-003-2 is capable of controlled emissions of radiation, including heat, light, and anomalous radiation types. SCP-003-2 contains an internal power source of an anomalous nature, which appears to have been losing power since several centuries before discovery. It is considered probable that SCP-003-2 was created for the purpose of containing SCP-003-1. Partially interpreted data recovered from SCP-003-2 may refer to a past and/or potential future LK-class restructuring event caused by SCP-003-1. SCP-003 was located by remote viewing team SRV-04 Beta. It appears possible that SRV-04 Beta was deliberately contacted by SCP-003-2. Other organizations have also been alerted to SCP-003's existence, possibly by similar means. Despite this activity, SCP-003-2 does not appear to be sentient, based on its lack of reaction to M03-Gloria analysis and procedures. When SCP-003 drops below the temperature of 35°C, both components react. First, SCP-003-1 enters a growth state characterized by an exponential increase in mass. This growth state consists of two stages. In both stages, SCP-003-1 partially fuels its growth by converting matter around it, starting with any surrounding inorganic material, including atmospheric elements, then nonliving organic material, including cells of dead skin, hair, chitin, enamel, keratin, and other biological materials. The first stage is always the same. SCP-003-1 will first increase its mass, then take a form similar in shape to an ophiuroid (brittle star) of fifteen meters in diameter (including what appears to be a central processor of three meters in diameter). It will form sensory organs that appear to scan its surrounding environment, and will partially convert the area around it to an unidentified anomalous substance (SCP-003-2 seems immune from conversion). The second stage describes a growth alteration which occurs when SCP-003 comes into contact with living organic material; SCP-003 appears to "template" itself off of the organic material, and will attempt communication with organisms that match its initial "template" or "templates". In its second stage, SCP-003-1 may pause, slow or change its growth, and will also convert inorganic and nonliving organic elements into functionally similar structures while anomalously altering their physical makeup. While growth is consistent in the first stage, in the second stage SCP-003-1's growth rate is diminished by 20-90% so long as SCP-003-1 remains in contact with living organic material. The percentage is determined by the complexity of the organism(s) in contact with SCP-003-1; SCP-003-1 appears to devote a large amount of processing power to analysis of living organic material. During each of SCP-003-1's growth stages, SCP-003-2 releases bursts of radiation that temporarily inhibit SCP-003-1's growth, or reverse this growth when the temperature of SCP-003-1 rises above 100°C. Similar radiation emissions have been replicated or recorded via other anomalous means. SCP-003-1's biology has been the subject of extensive study. Significant elements have been identified similar to SCP-███, SCP-1512, and SCP-2756, the latter two of which have no further confirmed connection with SCP-003-1 and no known connection with each other, and none of which are fully understood (technically, even less understood than SCP-003, thanks to the extensive cross-disciplinary research on the SCP-003 objects). To date, no convincing analysis has been put forward which satisfactorily explains SCP-003-1's connection to these SCP objects or others, nor its connection to modern technology beyond appearance (and potential mimicry via unknown mechanism). Addendum 003-01: Acting on information gathered from linguistic analysis of SCP-003-2's runes and comparative data analysis, Research Team M03-Gloria has managed to establish a link between SCP-003 and [DATA EXPUNGED] for analysis of functions. SCP-003-1 must now be considered sentient, and is to be kept a minimum of 1 km from [DATA EXPUNGED] and the resulting "by-product" at all times. Addendum 003-02: SCP-003-2's power loss has been exacerbated by the procedures performed by M03-Gloria. On orders of O5-10, M03-Gloria will continue procedures. Addendum 003-03: During M03-Gloria procedures, SCP-003-1 doubled its mass and began rapid structural growth. Temperature was immediately returned to 100°C. Growth and mass increase of SCP-003-1 continued for 9 minutes and 6 seconds, at which time a sustained radiation spike was produced by SCP-003-2. In response, SCP-003-1 returned to its normal state in 3 minutes and 39 seconds. New growth dissolved into a dusty residue which was collected for analysis. Both SCP-003-1 and SCP-003-2 ceased all detectable activity. SCP-003-2 did not resume activity until connected to external power source. SCP-003-2's runes glowed uniformly gray and did not resume normal activity for three (3) hours. SCP-003-2 no longer appears to be able to maintain containment area at a temperature above 35°C without external power supplied by Generators 003-III through IX. Addendum 003-04: The procedure detailed in Addendum 003-03 was repeated, and SCP-003-1 again entered a growth state. After 10 minutes and 13 seconds, SCP-003-2 once again produced a sustained radiation spike. SCP-003-1's growth stopped for 36 seconds, then resumed at its previous pace. On quadrupling its mass, SCP-003-1 formed a coherent outer shell and body. After appearing to scan its environment and partially converting its environment, SCP-003-1 then breached containment, entering the observation gallery where nine members of M03-Gloria were present. On physical contact with team members, SCP-003-1 encompassed them in rapidly-grown appendages and stopped growth for 15 minutes. SCP-003-1 then resumed growth, and rearranged the component parts of the center of its form to the shape of a three-meter-tall female humanoid, with peripheral "tentacles" shifting to extrude primarily from SCP-003-1's newly formed "hair" and spine. SCP-003-1 then produced rudimentary vocalizations in an apparent initial attempt to communicate with researchers. [DATA EXPUNGED] An unknown individual approached the compromised containment area in company of a full squad of agents. The individual claimed to be acting on orders of O5-10 and attempted communication with SCP-003-1. [DATA EXPUNGED] Following this incident, Agent Jackson of M03-Gloria successfully restored power to SCP-003-2 and activated backup generators to return the temperature to 100°C. SCP-003-1 returned to its normal state in 21 minutes and 7 seconds, and was successfully re-contained without incident. All nine members of M03-Gloria affected by SCP-003-1 were afterwards found to be physically unharmed, with no residual effects besides psychological trauma. The converted materials of SCP-003's former containment area did not dissolve and are now under analysis. Addendum 003-05: In light of the previous incident, O5-10 was removed from the O5 Council by joint decision of O5-██, O5-██, and O5-██. M03-Gloria procedures have been indefinitely suspended. == SPECIAL ACCESS PROGRAM M03-GLORIA REQUIRED == + Access Granted. Display Files. - Close File Transcript of Incident Report A21-B Cycle 8. For dissemination to O5 Command and Staff. Interviewers: ██████████, █████, and ███████████ Present: O5-2, O5-5, O5-7, O5-10, and Staff Interviewed: Dr. Tilda David Moose, M03-Gloria Lead Excerpt 35A She tried to talk to us. We all heard her voice in our heads, in a sort of half-language we couldn't fully understand. Some of the others passed out immediately. I lasted a little longer, but it wasn't because of mental fortitude. It's just that she was trying to tell us different things. She showed Jones a replay of all the memories of everything Jones ever felt anything about. All over the course of a few minutes. She ripped three of the researchers apart and put them back together unharmed. She doesn't understand human emotion, or pain. Or very much about how we experience the world. Yes, I would say the containment procedures are necessary. Listen, she wants to remake the world. Into a paradise. A paradise filtered through her own alien understanding of paradise, but still, a paradise designed for us. For humanity. She would be happy to make a paradise for any sufficiently complex organism she comes across first. Anything with a complex enough mind to accept her. Say, a dog. Or a housefly. If she breaches again, we have to be there first. What would it be like? I don't know. She showed us images — not quite images. I can see them in my head, but they're not pictures. The closest thing I can think of is what you see when you close your eyes suddenly and tightly, but brighter and more complex. The images had metallic sounds associated with them, and sensory details that we don't have the words or concepts to describe. The whole effect felt like words of some kind. I believe she wanted to see what we could understand, so she could understand us. She didn't have time to finish analyzing us. I don't know what would have happened if she had. - Close File ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-003" by Xian, rewritten by thedeadlymoose, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-004 | euclid | SCP-004-1 Item #: SCP-004 Special Containment Procedures: When handling items SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13, proper procedure is vital. The items are not permitted to be moved off-site unless accompanied by two Level 4 security personnel. Under no circumstances should any other component of SCP-004 be taken through SCP-004-1. The effects of doing so are as yet unknown, and the current cost of experimentation makes further research impractical. Should any of the objects contained within SCP-004-1 breach containment, or the facility be breached, the keys must be brought inside and the door closed prior to activation of Site 62’s on-site warhead. Unauthorized removal of keys from the testing area is grounds for immediate termination. Level 1 clearance is required for basic access to SCP-004-1; Level 4 clearance is required for use of SCP-004-2 to -13. Description: SCP-004 consists of an old wooden barn door (SCP-004-1) and a set of twelve rusted steel keys (SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13). The door itself is the entrance to an abandoned factory in [DATA EXPUNGED]. Chronological History 07/02/1949: A group of three juveniles trespassing on federal property near ██████████ find the door. According to their testimony, they found a set of rusted keys in an iron lockbox and determined what door the keys unlock. The juveniles are taken into custody after they contact Sheriff █████████████████ when one of their friends (SCP-004-CAS01) goes missing. 07/03/1949: Local authorities find the severed right hand of SCP-004-CAS01 eight kilometers from SCP-004-1. Other parts of SCP-004-CAS01's body are found scattered as far as 32 km from the factory. Under interrogation, the apprehended juveniles tell authorities that upon opening the door with one of the keys, SCP-004-CAS01 was torn into several pieces, each of which disappeared. At this point, the SCP Foundation takes over the investigation. 07/04/1949: SCP Agent █████ obtains the keys from the local authorities to begin testing. Tests show that SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13 all fit into a single lock on the large barred door. 12 Class D personnel are assigned to test the effects of the door. Of the twelve test subjects each trying a different key to enter the room, only two survive. Opening the door with any key except SCP-004-7 or SCP-004-12 caused the test subjects to be torn apart in multiple directions; however, no dismembered parts were found until later. At the time of writing, only two parts of each subject have been recovered (with the exception of the subject using SCP-004-█, whose pieces were scattered in close proximity). The others have, for all intents and purposes, vanished from existence. Of the two surviving subjects, only one (having used SCP-004-7) returned unharmed. The other came back in a near-catatonic state, able only to remove himself from the room and then collapse on the floor, and had to be restrained to prevent him from gouging out his eyes (see Appendix A: Mental Health Effects of SCP-004). The subject using SCP-004-7 said that he had entered a large room, impossibly big for the size of the attached building. After his exit, SCP-004-1 was propped open and an armed squad of Level 3 personnel entered. The size of the room is impossible to measure and the door frame and the individuals in the room are the only part of the room that can be felt or illuminated. 07/16/1949: The juvenile suspects and Sheriff █████████████████ are terminated. 08/02/1949: █████████████████ is declared a hazardous area "due to unexploded ordnance" and fences erected in order to prevent civilian ingress. Tests to determine safety of exposure to environment behind SCP-004-1 begin. 12/01/1950: Space-time anomalies resulting from exposure to SCP-004 are confirmed. Testing is suspended until further notice. 07/02/19██: The unaccounted-for remains of SCP-004-CAS01 appear unexpectedly outside SCP-004-1. Despite being killed decades before, the remains of SCP-004-CAS01 are not decomposed in any manner and are still warm to the touch. Blood remains uncoagulated. The remains are remanded for testing. 07/04/19██: The unaccounted-for remains of one of the twelve (12) original test subjects appear in similar manner to those of SCP-004-CAS01. The remains have been designated SCP-004-CAS02. Records suggest that both SCP-004-CAS01 and CAS02 used SCP-004-██. 03/21/1999: With the massive proliferation of nuclear weapons and World War III only ██ years away, construction has begun on a site inside SCP-004-1. The site is to stock supplies for ███████ person-days. 04/21/1999: █████████████████ has ordered the site inside SCP-004-1 to be expanded to include emergency storage for all mobile SCP-███ specimens and a ██-petabyte database for the storage of all SCP data. The facility is now referred to as Site-62. 09/25/2000: Site-62 is operational. Labs and containment units are complete and can contain the most dangerous specimens. Backup of the SCP database has begun. 01/25/2001: Due to time anomalies (see “Space-Time Anomalies” below), all personnel working at Site-62 are now required to reside on-site permanently. Families of personnel are to be informed that loved ones perished in an industrial accident. Cloned bodies have been prepared for funeral. 08/14/2003: Massive power outage across Northeast United States and through Canada. Due to the initial failure of multiple SCP generators, Site-62 was without power for fifty-three (53) minutes. During those fifty-three (53) minutes, those on site were completely without any source of light. They reported "sensing" creatures and people, although no abnormal entities could be seen or felt. Selected facility personnel were allowed to read ████████████ (Appendix A) and said the creatures "sensed" were of humanoid size but otherwise similar to the massive green creature described. Space-Time Anomalies SCP-004 seems to propagate spatiotemporal anomalies. Personnel leaving the facility report losing time. Those who have been in the site for weeks insist that they had only been in the facility for several days, and records of work completed and supplies consumed support their claims. Other temporal anomalies involve SCP-004-2 through -13, especially the reappearance of SCP-004-CAS01 and SCP-004-CAS02 exactly ██ years after using SCP-004-██. ████████████████████ has been assigned to investigate all aspects of these time anomalies. Spatial anomalies include the impossibly large dimensions of the area opened by SCP-004-7. Similarly, the 2003 blackout incident suggests that there exists an alternate plane of existence within the same space that Site-62 occupies. Additional Notes Testing on SCP-004 reveals that ten of the keys open SCP-004-1 on a dimension where the laws of physics and topology are significantly different than those of our home dimension. Test subjects meeting these hostile conditions are torn apart, their body parts deposited in various locations, only three of which have been verified to be on Earth. Material deposited at two of these points appears immediately; material deposited at the third appears exactly ██ years into the future. The other seven locations are currently unknown. Current testing focuses on two avenues of research. The first is finding ways to survive SCP-004’s hostile topologies. The second [DATA EXPUNGED] suggest that SCP-004-2 through -13 may open doors other than SCP-004-1. Appendix A: Mental Health Effects of SCP-004-12 All Class D personnel using SCP-004-12 return in a catatonic state, unable to speak. Some may have enough energy left to try to claw out their eyes. Of the 16 subjects, only 4 have survived. Only one has regained speech, following long-term psychotherapy. He was able to tell the psychiatrist that he saw a massive green creature, so large that much of its body extended beyond his field of view. He reported innate fear and sudden recognition, “as if it were something buried deep in [his] primal fears,” and forced implantation of “incomprehensible” memories. Subject displays acute anterograde and retrograde amnesia. Appendix B: Additional Information Item #: SCP-004-14 Date of Discovery: 09/02/1950 Origin of Object: Object was discovered elsewhere in factory area, in the previously undiscovered manager's office. Description: Object appears as a large, unvarnished wooden box. The box may be unlocked by the "safe" key, SCP-004-7, as well as five of the "unsafe" keys (see Document SCP-004-1). Upon unlocking SCP-004-14 with SCP-004-7, the box opens automatically on hinges. The volume of the space inside is precisely five times greater than the outer dimensions imply. Items placed within while the lid remains open do not affect the weight or any other properties of the box. When the lid is closed and locked, however, all items inside vanish irretrievably. Personnel locked inside the box are also irretrievable, although losing personnel in this fashion appears to affect significantly the dreams experienced by [DATA EXPUNGED]. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-004" by deusprogrammer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-004. Licensed under CC-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-005 | safe | A close up of SCP-005 Item #: SCP-005 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-005 poses no immediate risk in any direct sense. Even so, its unique functions require special measures be taken to restrict access and manipulation of the object. Approval of at least one (1) Level 4 personnel is required for the removal of the object from its containment area. Description: In appearance, SCP-005 resembles an ornate key, displaying the characteristics of a typical mass produced key used in the 1920s. The key was discovered when a civilian used it to infiltrate a high security facility. SCP-005 seems to have the unique ability to open any and all forms of lock (See Appendix A), be they mechanical or digital, with relative ease. The origin of this ability has yet to be determined. Additional Notes: SCP-005 may be used as a replacement for lost security passes, but only under the supervision of at least one (1) Level 4 personnel. SCP-005 may not be used for vending machine repairs, opening lockers, or for any personnel's spare home key. Removal of the object from the compound will result in immediate termination. Appendix A: While SCP-005 has been shown to be effective in removing almost any form of locking device, further experiments have shown that efforts to disguise the purpose or identity of a lock have proven at least somewhat successful in defeating SCP-005's ability. In approximately 50% of cases where a volunteer was not able to identify a locking device as such, SCP-005 was not successful in deactivating the device. Due to these results, SCP-005 has been tentatively classified as 'sentient' and further tests are being run to determine its cognitive abilities. However, there are no results that show any traits that prevent it from being able to identify any particular locking device, only that the aforementioned device has been heavily concealed and disguised. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-005" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-005. Licensed under CC-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-005.jpg Author: Brian Uhreen License: Copyrighted (Used with permission) Source Link: flickr |
SCP-006 | safe | Under direct orders of the founder, access is limited to those with Overseer clearance. Overseer Clearance Granted SCP-006 Item #: SCP-006 Special Containment Procedures: Whereas the nature of SCP-006 does not warrant any extensive containment, a certain level of secrecy is necessary regarding the object's existence and properties, for obvious reasons. The following procedures are required not for personnel safety, but to deny or hide knowledge of SCP-006's effects from the personnel who interact with it. 1: All personnel interacting with SCP-006 in any physical way are required to wear modified Class VI BNC suits. Before personnel are allowed to perform procedures, they must be briefed with Material SCP-006B or SCP-006C. SCP-006A Briefing is the correct one and is restricted to only those with O5 clearance. To ensure personnel are wearing suits properly, they are to be submerged into a pool of water. Any air bubbles spotted signify a leak in the suit. 2: Procedures with SCP-006 are to be carried out under extreme surveillance. In case of contact with SCP-006, the commander in charge will announce Procedure 006-Xi-12, which the personnel have been briefed to believe to mean high toxicity is present and they must evacuate. 3: Any procedure in which liquid is acquired from SCP-006 must be approved by three (3) O5 level personnel. The liquid is to be transferred in a Quad-Sealant Container and under armed guard. 4: If at any time personnel come into contact with SCP-006 or liquid from SCP-006, they are to be confined and terminated after sufficient studies are done. Due to the nature of SCP-006, the most effective termination method is incineration. (For full report, see file SCP006-TerO5) Description: SCP-006 is a very small spring located 60 km west of Astrakhan. Foundation Command was aware of its existence since the 19th century, but were unable to secure it until 1991 due to political reasons. On the spot of the spring, a chemical factory has been constructed as a disguise, with the majority of laborers under Foundation and/or Russian control. The liquid emitted from the spring has been chemically identified as simple mineral water in 1902, but has the unusual property of "health". Ingesting the liquid produces the following properties in human beings: the ability to regenerate DNA damaged by sufficient duplication, heightened excitement of cellular duplication, vastly improved abilities in the repair of damaged tissue, and a frightening increase in the effectiveness of the human immune system. Upon testing the liquid on animal subjects, hostile bacteria and viral agents were destroyed immediately. Many reptiles and birds were unaffected, while higher primates experienced the same benefits as humans. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-006" by Unknown Author, rewritten by Epic Phail Spy and Proxtown, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-006. Licensed under CC-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: new006.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC-BY 3.0 Derivative of: ""Ndongo Stream"", CC-BY-4.0 |
SCP-007 | euclid | Item #: SCP-007 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-007 is to be contained in a sealed room measuring 10 m on each side. Room is to be furnished comfortably as a living area, along with whatever items are requested by ███████████████ (hereafter referred to as Subject), given that providing Subject with requested items would not compromise security. Subject is not to be allowed to leave the room, and is to be detained with force if necessary. Description: SCP-007 is located within a cavity in the abdomen of Subject. Subject is a Caucasian male, physically approximately 25 years of age (subject claims to be 28) and 176 cm in height. Most of Subject's abdomen (muscles, skin, and organs) is absent, though Subject does not appear to suffer because of this. Instead of normal flesh, a sphere composed of soil and water is present, though it does not actually come into contact with Subject's body at any point. The sphere appears to be, in most respects, a miniature near-duplicate of the Earth, approximately 60 cm in diameter, although continental alignment is not consistent with that of any alignment known in Earth's history. The sphere has its own weather patterns and negligible gravitational pull, in addition to microscopic organisms somewhat resembling those of modern-day Earth inhabiting it. Two intelligent species have been observed, though contact and communication with either has yet to be made. Technology levels of observed species must be checked at least once a week and, as of ██/████, are approximately equal to that of 15th-Century Earth. Subject claims to be named ███████████████, but no records of such a person can be found. Subject does not require food or water, and while he has been observed consuming both, what happens to such substances after being swallowed is unknown. Subject is intelligent (IQ has been measured at 128) and amiable, and regards the planet in his abdomen as a minor curiosity about his body. Subject seems to experience no stress about his unusual condition. When questioned about planet's origins, Subject replied, "I just woke up one day, and there it was. I don't have any idea how it got there." Subject has provided a Social Security number and driver's license number and requested that they be checked against known records. When checked, it was discovered that neither had yet been allocated. Dr. ███████ has a weekly chess game with Subject, during which Subject's mental health is evaluated. Dr. ███████ reports that Subject does not seem to mind the restricted living environment, and has yet to attempt to escape or show signs of violence or mental illness, though he has repeatedly requested a computer with an internet connection. It is recommended that this not be provided as it may be used to compromise security. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-007" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-007. Licensed under CC-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-008 | euclid | BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL THIS FILE IS SUBJECT TO LEVEL 4 CLASSIFICATION == LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE IS REQUIRED == - Please input security credentials - - Security clearance adequate. Accessing file... Ribbon diagram illustrating tertiary structure of SCP-008. Primary amino acid sequence information has been redacted. Item #: SCP-008 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-008 samples have been deemed Class V extreme biological hazards, and all related protocols apply. Incineration and irradiation measures will be deployed in the event of political or military action which may result in the facility being dismantled; a power failure; or zero communications from operatives or outside channels during any given eight hour period. The quarantine period for operatives leaving the facility is four months. If a breach has occurred, incineration and irradiation measures shall be deployed. It should be the policy of all G2 sites to not prepare an evacuation procedure. Description: SCP-008 is a complex prion, samples of which are stored in each of the known G2 sites. Research into SCP-008 is highly classified and primarily aimed at preventing research which may lead to the synthesis of SCP-008 in the distant future. Traits of the SCP-008 prion include: 100% infectiousness. 100% lethality. Transmission through exposed mucous membranes and all bodily fluids. Not airborne or waterborne. Symptoms of infection with SCP-008 manifest no more than three hours after exposure, and include: Flu-like symptoms with high fever, plus severe dementia in later stages. Coma onset approximately 20 hours after first symptoms appear and 12 hours after noticeable dementia. Coma onset will be considered onset of death. A period of sporadic cellular necrosis occurs which comes to resemble gangrene. Surviving tissue assumes its original function and is highly resilient. Red blood cells greatly increase oxygen storage capacity, resulting in slower blood flow and increased muscle endurance and strength. Nervous and muscular systems are unaffected by total organ failure for several hours. Metabolism may decrease to extremely low levels, allowing subject to survive for over 10 years without nutrition. High blood viscosity results in negligible blood flow from gunshot, puncture, and slashing injuries. Conditioned behavior, motor controls, and instinctive behavioral mechanisms are damaged, and cognitive abilities are severely retarded and erratic. Animals experience excessive brain necrosis and are inactive. Subject can adapt to its damaged nervous systems but is limited to basic physical activities, including standing up, balancing on two legs, walking, biting, grabbing, and crawling. Subject will energetically move towards sights, sounds, and smells it associates with living humans. Subject will attempt to ingest living humans if physical contact is made. Neutralizing fully-infected subjects requires significant cranial trauma. There is strong evidence to suggest SCP-008 itself did not form naturally on Earth, since variants of similar complexity would have displaced much of the ecosystem. In 1959, a short collaborative effort with the USSR to locate G2 sites and eliminate SCP-008 was negotiated following their discovery. The status of SCP-008 in Russian custody since collaboration ended is unknown. Addendum 008-1: SCP-500 has been found to be able to completely cure SCP-008 even in the advanced stages of the disease. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-008" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-008. Licensed under CC-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-008.png Author: EstrellaYoshte License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Protein BLMH PDB 1cb5 Author: Emw License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-009 | euclid | SCP-009 prior to recovery Item #: SCP-009 Special Containment Procedures: Object is to be contained within a sealed storage tank of heat-resistant alloy with dimensions not less than 2m x 2m x 2m. Under no circumstances should SCP-009 be exposed to temperatures in excess of 0°C when not undergoing testing, and no water-based solutions shall be allowed within 30 meters of the object's containment area. Object's chamber is to be fitted with temperature sensors which must be monitored at all times, and is to be kept refrigerated by no fewer than three (3) redundant cooling units. Any malfunction of sensors, or of coolant systems, is to be reported and repaired immediately. If at any time the temperature in the containment area climbs above -5°C, the chamber is to be locked down and flooded with coolant until temperatures return to safe levels (-30°C to -25°C). Containment area is to be kept in total vacuum during testing, and personnel interacting with SCP-009 must wear full environmental protection gear. Following testing, all equipment, personnel, and other materials must undergo dehydration procedures and be quarantined for no less than 12 hours. Any moisture found displaying properties of SCP-009 is to be quarantined and added to the containment area as soon as possible. Living organisms found to be contaminated by SCP-009 are to be terminated by chemical dessication and extracted molecules of SCP-009 added to containment. Description: SCP-009 is approximately ███ liters of a substance which superficially resembles distilled water (H2O), except with a distinct bright red hue. This red hue is discernible in all phases, and serves as the most expedient method of identifying contaminated matter before its anomalous properties manifest. In contrast to mundane water, SCP-009 assumes a liquid phase at temperatures between -100°C and 0°C, and a solid state above those temperatures. At temperatures below -100°C, SCP-009 vaporizes into a gaseous phase similar to steam. Examinations of the atomic structure of SCP-009 have proved inconclusive. The substance appears to be identical to normal water molecules, with the exception of [REDACTED] in contrast to standard laws of enthalpy. Dr. █████, Site ██'s resident expert on Xenospatial Physics suggests that SCP-009 may originate in a universe with alternate physical laws. The most hazardous property of SCP-009, however, is its ability to contaminate normal H2O. When in contact with any aqueous solution, SCP-009 will, through unknown mechanisms, transfer its anomalous properties to other objects and creatures. Testing has shown it capable of assimilating ice, steam, tea, fruit juice, seawater, blood, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. The time it takes for this process to occur varies depending on temperature and the exact chemical composition of affected matter, and had been observed as taking between 3 minutes and ██ hours. Experiments on D-Class personnel have illustrated the process of conversion by the substance, which has been found to follow a consistent pattern: 1. Initial Exposure: Subject is exposed to SCP-009, and it begins assimilating any moisture present on the exposed surface. Creatures in this stage do not commonly notice any unusual symptoms except for a slight warming sensation. 2. Surface Conversion: Frost begins to form on the exposed area as the heat produced by the subject and SCP-009 itself raises its temperature above 0°C. This stage can take anywhere from one (1) minute to █ hours, during which time subjects begin to feel [REDACTED] crystals from the epidermis. 3. Deep Tissue Conversion: Exponential increase in temperature of SCP-009 causes runaway reaction throughout subject's body, resulting in [REDACTED]. Actual blood loss is minimal due to ice crystals [REDACTED], allowing subjects to remain alive and conscious for up to ██ hours. 4. [DATA EXPUNGED] Testing on D-Class personnel was discontinued as of 4/23/20██. Addendum: Circumstances of Retrieval: Subject was found in ████, Alaska, on 11/05/19██. The Foundation became involved after reports were obtained from the native ████ Tribe, who came across the mangled bodies of a team of seal hunters which had apparently been ship-wrecked ██ kilometers from the village. All victims were found encased in red ice. Cause of death recorded as internal bleeding, though closer examination found [REDACTED]. It is surmised that the low ambient temperatures in the area retarded the freezing process. This prolonged the time to total conversion by ██ hours, and allowed the victims to remain conscious until [DATA EXPUNGED]. Origin of SCP-009 is currently unknown. Investigation into similar events or materials in the area is ongoing. Evidence at the scene suggests [REDACTED], possibly involving SCP-███. See Exploration Log A009-1 for details. Addendum: 11/09/19██ After initial report and retrieval of specimens, it was confirmed that the arachnoid entity found by MTF-B7 (see attached file) was indeed a previously unknown instance of SCP-3023. Investigation has revealed the instance originated in [REDACTED] as a result of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Addendum: 12/06/19██ After repeated inquiries, it should be noted that the portion of coastline upon which the initial victims were found was barren rock approximately █ meters from the seashore, and was sufficiently dry and cold to prevent significant contamination of the surrounding area. Had the site been closer to the water, there is little doubt an extinction-level event would have ensued. Consideration of upgrading SCP-009 to Keter class under review. Addendum: 12/16/20██ Super-cooling of SCP-009 for the purposes of experimentation is disallowed until further notice. Personnel are advised that liquid nitrogen is only to be used on the subject in controlled amounts, and only until temperatures have reached acceptable levels. Related note: Possible application of SCP-009 in cold fusion research pending evaluation. Memo from O-5 Command: 1/09/20██ We've decided to keep this thing Euclid for now. We understand the concerns raised, but as long as you keep the power on and nobody goes near its containment area, there shouldn't be a problem. That's why we're keeping it in Site ██, after all. As for the cold fusion research, we're putting a pin in that for now. Frankly, we don't have it in the budget for another SNAFU like Site ██. The salvage team still hasn't found Dr. █████'s [REDACTED] + Cross-Testing report 9507F23 Hide Report The following experiment record was recovered via a chance occurrence of SCP-507 shifting into a universe in which the described test was carried out using SCP-107. The applicability of the reported findings to our own universe is pending review. Input: 10mL of SCP-009 Result: "Red snow" fell in test area for 27 minutes with moderate intensity. Grass growing in test area began runaway reaction which ended with entire area being "frozen" within minutes. Notably, anti-enthalpathic reaction of SCP-009 did not extend past the effective radius of SCP-107, for reasons still under investigation. Non-grass plants in area turned bright red in color, greatly expanded, and mutated to display cyan-colored "tentacles" similar to those of species Drosera capensis. Mucilage produced by these tentacles later found to be tiny beads of SCP-009. How the plant is able to survive with SCP-009 integrated into its cell structure is currently under investigation, with preliminary hypothesis being the plant is a reflection of flora from the substance's native universe. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-009" by Chameleon X, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-009. Licensed under CC-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: 009.png Author: S D Locke License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Apostle Islands National Lakeshore - Ice Caves Author: The Cut License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-010 | safe | Item #: SCP-010 Special Containment Procedures: The objects comprising SCP-010 are to be kept in numbered locked boxes at Site-19. They are not to be worn except by test subjects. SCP-010 are only to be removed from storage for testing. Description: SCP-010 consists of a series of six (6) apparently identical cast iron collars with numbered metal tags and one (1) remote control. The control is SCP-010-1. The collars are SCP-010-2 through 010-7. The collars contain intricate electronic components and are powered by small (5 mm diameter, 2 mm thick) 100 V batteries. These batteries are rechargeable. The remote is a heavy black box resembling an old style hand-held radio transmitter/receiver with a primitive blue/white cathode ray screen and a series of more than 100 unlabeled buttons, as well as a frequency tuner. Through trial and error, the frequencies of all six (6) currently found collars have been discovered. A label in Russian is stamped into the metal along with a logo consisting of workers building a pyramid. No official Russian corporation or government agency uses this logo or matches the words stamped into the metal. Placing the collar around the neck of a person and securing it allows one to control their every movement with the remote. It is also capable of producing an adrenal response and activating or deactivating the sympathetic nervous system. The most abnormal feature of the collars is the effect they have on the body morphology. They allow the user of the remote to reconfigure the shape of the victim to an extent that is apparently only limited by the knowledge of the programming language of the remote. Addendum 010-1: History SCP-010 was discovered in the basement of a lone man in the Midwestern United States after a local disappearance was connected to him. When the police raided the man's house they found SCP-010 as well as several dead bodies. One of the bodies was identified to be the man. The others were several other missing persons. Cause of death seemed to be mass suicide; however, there were signs of significant struggle first. Addendum 010-2: Disassemble experiment Test 1: SCP-010-2 taken apart piecewise, the parts labeled and several photographs taken, then reassembled. Result: After reassembly SCP-010-2 continues to function. Test 2: SCP-010-8 constructed identically to SCP-010-2 but with the closest approximations available to the unreplicable components. Result: SCP-010-8 fails to function. Test 3: Unreplicable components from SCP-010-2 placed into proper locations on SCP-010-8. Result: SCP-010-2 ceases functioning with removal of components. SCP-010-8 begins functioning. Test 4: Components returned to SCP-010-2. Replicable components in SCP-010-2 replaced randomly with replicas Result: SCP-010-2 begins functioning with return of components. Changing replicable components for replicas does not significantly reduce functionality. Replacement of a damaged transistor decreased time from transmission to effect of SCP-010-2 response to commands entered in the remote by 12%. Addendum 010-3: SCP-010 has been demonstrated to work more effectively in creating unskilled labor than for any other task. The logo is apt. ~ Dr. █████ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-010" by Le Blue Dude, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-010. Licensed under CC-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-011 | safe | SCP-011 Item #: SCP-011 Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-011 and the area surrounding it are to be cleaned once every day. For safety purposes, cleaning should start at least 30 minutes after sundown. Cleaning should always be performed by at least two (2) personnel, who are also advised to note anything unusual about the item or the debris cleaned up. In a situation where the item cannot be cleaned for more than two (2) days, local residents must be contacted and instructed not to approach the item. [Containment procedures nullified 2004] Description: SCP-011 is a Civil War memorial statue located in Woodstock, Vermont. The statue is the image of a young male soldier holding a musket at his side, and is carved out of granite quarried within the area. Occasionally, SCP-011 has been observed lifting its musket to the sky to fire at birds which attempt to land or defecate on it. Reports detail that its movements produce soft grinding sounds but do not cause it any structural failure. Oddly, the gunfire is very similar to that of a standard firearm, despite observations that the item only loads granite bullets and granite powder into the musket (which is also unharmed by the firing). In spite of its efforts, some fecal matter does manage to strike SCP-011, and it has reportedly become distressed when it has had a large amount of feces on it, on some rare occasions even firing at humans. Addendum: Those assigned to maintain SCP-011 are to see document #011-1 for instructions. Document #011-1: Maintenance Brief [Document archived 2004 - accessible to personnel with security clearance 2/011 or higher] Additional Information: SCP-011's seeming sentience has increased since the first report of activity in 1995. As of 2004, the item's containment procedures have been dropped but it remains under constant observation. Recorded below are landmark events in its activity. Timeline: 3.12.1995 - Woodstock resident reports the statue's eyes moving, first sign of activity 9.30.1995 - Statue shoots musket for the first time 10.9.1995 - Statue begins shooting birds from the sky 1.25.1996 - Registration as SCP-011, containment procedures begin 4.14.1997 - SCP-011 observed moving casually and looking around 5.3.2000 - After caretaker ████ ████████ jokingly shouts "Good shot!" to SCP-011, the item replies, "Thank you," in a reportedly very human voice, first speech from statue 10.22.2001 - SCP-011 has conversation with caretaker █████████ █████ 2001 - Shooting of birds stops 2.6.2002 - At the imploring of █████████ █████, SCP-011 steps down from its pedestal 2003-2004 - SCP-011 reaches a human level of self-awareness 11.10.2004 - Containment procedures dropped, custody of SCP-011 transferred to █████████ █████ 5.17.2005 - █████████ █████ reports that SCP-011 is romantically attracted to her 8.29.2006 - Most recent psych test reports an IQ of 133 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-011" by Proxtown, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-011. Licensed under CC-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: SCP011.jpg Author: nthdayoncaprica (Reddit) License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://www.reddit.com/r/SCP/comments/birndg/visited_011_yesterday/ |
SCP-012 | euclid | Item #: SCP-012 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-012 is to be kept in a darkened room at all times. If the object is exposed to light or seen by personnel using a light frequency other than infrared, remove personnel for mental health screening and immediate physical. Object is to be encased in an iron-shielded box, suspended from the ceiling with a minimum clearance of 2.5 m (8 ft) from the floor, walls, and any openings. Description: SCP-012 was retrieved by Archaeologist K.M. Sandoval during the excavation of a northern Italian tomb destroyed in a recent storm. The object, a piece of handwritten musical score entitled "On Mount Golgotha", part of a larger set of sheet music, appears to be incomplete. The red/black ink, first thought to be some form of berry or natural dye ink, was later found to be human blood from multiple subjects. The first personnel to locate the sheet (Site 19 Special Salvage) had two (2) members descend into insanity, attempting to use their own blood to finish the composition, ultimately resulting in massive blood loss and internal trauma. Following initial investigations, multiple test subjects were allowed access to the score. In every case, the subjects mutilated themselves in order to use their own blood to finish the piece, resulting in subsequent symptoms of psychosis and massive trauma. Those subjects who managed to finish a section of the piece immediately committed suicide, declaring the piece to be "impossible to complete". Attempts to perform the music have resulted in a disagreeable cacophony, with each instrumental part having no correlation or harmony with the other instruments. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-012" by ITIFAMCO, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-012. Licensed under CC-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-013 | safe | SCP-013 Item #: SCP-013 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-013 are to be kept in a Secure Storage Vault at Site-66. Exposed subjects are to be monitored for differences between their symptoms. Exposed subjects are to be interviewed daily, and any changes in perception are to be logged. Description: SCP-013 is the collective designation of 242 cigarettes which display similar anomalies. The most common external detail between instances is the presence of the words “Blue Lady” hand-written on each cigarette in blue ink. Subjects who consume the contents of SCP-013 through inhalation will begin to perceive themselves as a specific unidentified woman. Subjects have described the woman to be aged between 25 and 35 years old, standing approximately 1.6 metres tall with an estimated weight of between 50 and 55 kg. Additional recurring details include cropped dark hair, blue eyes, and bright blue lipstick. Immediately after consuming an instance of SCP-013, subjects will gradually begin to perceive reflections of themselves as having the features of the woman, and will gradually perceive their bodies changing to reflect her appearance over the course of the following weeks. All changes are entirely mental; the subject’s body does not change outwardly, only their perception of themselves. These alterations are permanent, and cannot be reversed. SCP-013 was discovered after the suicide of an Ian Miles, packed in a large cardboard crate in his apartment. A cursory search of the apartment uncovered several hundred sketches of a figure strongly resembling the one perceived while under 013's effect. Miles' body had been found sitting at a desk, dead of a massive overdose and draped over a handwritten note, transcribed below. During the investigation of Miles' apartment, one civilian investigator became affected by 013's effect. An embedded Agent soon contacted the nearest Site; the subject, the artifact, and related evidence were extracted and contained. Currently, two hundred seventeen instances of SCP-013 cigarettes are contained at Bio-Site 66; twenty-five SCP-013 cigarettes are contained at Research Sector-09, pending future research into similar anomalous effects. Addendum: Below is the note which was acquired along with SCP-013. I see her everywhere. That sad blue lady. I feel like I used to should know her but I can’t remember. I love her but I don’t know why. She’s so beautiful and sweet and clear but I don’t know any more. her favourite flavour where did you go i miss you ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-013" by Dexanote, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-013. Licensed under CC-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-013updated Author: Amonost License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Derivative of: Cigarette Image |
SCP-014 | safe | SCP-014 prior to initial confinement. Item #: SCP-014 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-014 is to be kept in Site-██, in a chair with arms, preferably facing a window. Music should be supplied on a regular basis, preferably constantly. This music should not include pieces originating after 1937. A security camera should be present in SCP-014's room. Description: SCP-014 is a Caucasian male, appearing to be approximately 30 years of age, with black hair, brown eyes, and a somewhat round face. Records indicate his name to be Robert Chetford, confined in 1915 to the Norwich Asylum in Connecticut for delusional insanity, claiming that he had been cursed to live forever, and was slowly turning into concrete in consequence. The asylum closed in 1937, and the patients were transferred to various other facilities. SCP-014 came to Foundation attention in 19██, from rumours of a patient who seemed to be entirely immobile and showed no signs of aging. Further investigation determined that acquisition was warranted. SCP-014 is to all outward appearances a normal man, but he does not appear to age, and shows no signs of possessing a metabolism. He does not eat, drink, perspire, or in any other way demonstrate life functions. He breathes only to speak, and apart from his eyes and vocal apparatus, is to all appearances utterly immobile. He has never shown any evidence of pressure ulcers despite his position not having varied for several decades; neither do his muscles appear atrophied. He can converse normally, but shows little knowledge of or interest in events since his confinement. Addendum: Note: Frankly, were I to interview this man without knowing his history, I'd think he was a perfectly sane and well-adjusted individual who happens to be quadriplegic. As it is, I have to conclude that he's the ultimate proof of the idea that the mind rules the body. He thinks he's concrete, and will live forever, and so he's as close to both as he can be. Somehow. -Dr. █████ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-014" by Whitewings, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-014. Licensed under CC-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: 3241597616_e47326fc1a-new.jpg Name: Damaged photostrip of a young man Author: simpleinsomnia License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Image color-shifted red. |
SCP-015 | euclid | Interior View of SCP-015 Item #: SCP-015 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-015 is impossible to move, and is contained on-site. A gap of at least 2 m (6 ft) needs to be maintained around the entire structure containing SCP-015 at all times, and no structures of any kind are to make contact with SCP-015's current containment structure. Exploration is permissible, but only in teams of three (3) with full safety lines and GPS tracking. Any protrusions from SCP-015 must be capped and sealed immediately, with the new site recorded and logged. No aggressive action is to be made within SCP-015. No hand or power tools are allowed anywhere inside SCP-015. No repairs or maintenance are to be made anywhere on SCP-015. Description: SCP-015 is a mass of pipes, vents, boilers and other various plumbing apparatus completely filling a warehouse in ███████. The pipes appear to grow when not under observation, attempting to connect to nearby structures via sewer systems and underground plumbing. SCP-015 contains, at current estimate, over 190 kilometers (120 miles) of pipes, ranging in diameter from 2.5 cm to over 1 m. Some pipes appear new, while others are rusted and leaking. Pipes have been reported as being made of bone, wood, steel, pressed ash, human flesh, glass, and granite. No pipes composed of lead, PVC plastic, copper, or any other traditional material for the production of pipes have been found. SCP-015 reacts to tools and aggression. Any personnel acting violently, carrying tools, or attempting to damage or repair SCP-015 in any way, will trigger a reaction. Any pipes near the subject will burst, spraying on the subject for several seconds before the flow suddenly stops. Pipes have been reported containing oil, mercury, rats, a species of insect not yet identified, ground glass, sea water, entrails, and molten iron. Pipes will continue to burst around the subject until death or retreat. SCP-015 was cut back to its current structure after attaching to 11 other structures in the area. Currently, 11 personnel have been killed, and 20 more are still missing. Reports have been made of banging and screaming coming from within SCP-015. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-015" by Dr Gears, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-015. Licensed under CC-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-015New Author: Scorpion451 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link |
SCP-016 | keter | Item #: SCP-016 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-016 is to remain within the confines of a five by five by five (5x5x5) meter room at all times, maintained at a temperature not to exceed zero (0) degrees Celsius. SCP-016 itself is to remain in the petri dish in the containment cube at all times unless directed otherwise by Level 4 or O5 personnel. Full documentation of experimentation with SCP-016 must be submitted before and after samples and duplicates of SCP-016 may be taken. Failure to follow these procedures will result in termination or reassignment as Class-D Personnel. Only authorized personnel may be permitted to obtain samples of and experiment with SCP-016 under BC-L5 containment conditions. If an outbreak does occur despite following the aforementioned procedures, directive base personnel are to implement a Code Sigma lockdown and containment plan. Infected personnel are to be terminated on site by security forces wearing standard Mission Oriented Protective Posture (MOPP) anti-biological and anti-chemical equipment. Should the infection not be contained after 48 hours, the on-site nuclear device is to be detonated. Remaining personnel are not to be evacuated under any circumstances. SCP-016 has been shown to survive for up to six (6) hours on hard surfaces, and up to several minutes in air. High intensity ultraviolet light and high concentrations of ortho-phthalaldehyde solution have been demonstrated to be effective in disinfecting non-organic surfaces. Description: SCP-016 is a blood-borne pathogen recovered from a mine worker in █████ who injured himself while working in a deep coal seam. Said wound became contaminated with coal dust from the mine, possibly infecting the worker with dormant spores. Over the next several days, SCP-016 proceeded to infect the remaining employees at the mining camp, as well as the CDC crisis team dispatched to deal with the epidemic. Foundation personnel then took over the investigation and terminated all affected personnel. Patient Zero was brought into captivity, and the mine shaft was collapsed by an explosive device. SCP-016 has an incubation period ranging from 24 hours to two (2) years, depending on the presence and number of other human hosts in the area. First symptoms resemble the common cold, and include itchy eyes, runny nose, coughing, and bodily aches. Phase two begins in 48 hours, and consists of a controlled form of hemorrhagic fever, as the organism causes a small amount of blood to become aspirated in the lungs, creating an aerosol effect. During phase three, the host "crashes and bleeds out," bleeding profusely from every bodily orifice, including the nose, tear ducts, anus, skin pores, mouth, urethra, and (in case of females) vagina. Blood pressure skyrockets during the final stage: hosts have been observed projectile vomiting blood to distances of over five (5) meters. Should the host survive this near-total exsanguination, the pathogen will become dormant once more, returning to incubation phase. What distinguishes SCP-016 from other strains of hemorrhagic fever such as Ebola and Marburg is its unusual response to high stress. Should the subject undergo a high-stress situation (such as a life-threatening crisis), the organism will change its survival tactic from rapid reproduction to the rewriting of the host's DNA and stimulation of rapid cell division. Major physiological changes occur within the first 24 hours, with complete bodily reconstruction occurring within two (2) weeks time. Most hosts do not survive the process due to the heavy demands made on the body.1 An interesting side effect of the transformation is an increased aggressive urge. It is believed that this may be an attempt to maximize the spread of the virus in a manner similar to rabies. On another note, subjects who undergo bodily transformation no longer appear to exhibit SCP-016's hemorrhagic properties: however, subjects infected by transformed hosts will still undergo the normal SCP-016 infection process. Addendum: Experiment Log of SCP-016's Transformative Properties Subject D-016-1: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Upon first showing symptoms, subject's quarters were slowly flooded with water over a 24 hour period. SCP-016 mutated into teratomorphic state, transforming subject's lungs into gills. Subject survived for two (2) more weeks as SCP-016 transformed its limbs into fins, caused its eyes to atrophy, and enhanced its sense of hearing into a cetacean-type echolocation ability. Subject was terminated by draining all water from its quarters, causing it to asphyxiate: body was subsequently cremated without autopsy. Subject D-016-2: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Upon first showing symptoms, subject's quarters were slowly flooded with water over a 24 hour period. SCP-016 mutated into teratomorphic state, causing subject to undergo rapid muscular growth and increased bone growth on knuckles. Subject then attempted to escape from confinement by punching through the reinforced steel door. Subject was not successful and died by drowning. Note: Same situation, two different responses. Interesting. - Dr. ████████ Subject D-016-3: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Subject was previously a chemical engineer who poisoned his wife upon discovering her adultery. Upon first showing symptoms, subject's quarters were slowly flooded with water over a 24 hour period. SCP-016 mutated into teratomorphic state, causing subject to grow an unusual organ on his chest, consisting of a chamber and two (2) separate tubes. Organ continued to take in water and swell in size, until Foundation personnel, realizing what SCP-016 may be attempting, terminated the subject by gunshot. Organ was found to contain several gas sacs filled with acetylene gas and oxygen. Subject D-016-4: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Subject was told to concentrate on forming wings. No stress was applied. SCP-016 did not mutate into teratomorphic state. Subject died of exsanguination during Phase 3. Subject D-016-5: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Subject was told to concentrate on forming wings and placed in an acrylic box suspended 305 m (1000 ft) above a mine shaft. A timer was placed outside the box which subject was told indicated the time to release. SCP-016 mutated into teratomorphic state, causing subject to grow a tentacle-like organ on his left wrist similar to a spider's spinnerets: subject extended said organ through one of the box's air holes and extruded a strong, silk-like substance, which it then used to secure the box to the cable. Subject was terminated when the countdown reached zero and the bomb detonated. Footnotes 1. Due to their similarities as fatal contagions that stimulate the production of excess organs, a possible link to SCP-1801 is under investigation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-016" by DrClef, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-016. Licensed under CC-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-017 | keter | File footage of SCP-017 Item #: SCP-017 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-017 is contained in an acrylic glass cage, 100 cm by 50 cm by 50 cm, centrally suspended in a concrete room measuring 6 m by 6 m by 4 m. Attached to the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room are high-intensity arc lamp spotlights pointed directly at the acrylic cage, to ensure that SCP-017 is constantly exposed to light from every angle. Personnel assigned to the SCP-017 control room are to monitor the functionality of the spotlights and the emergency generator system and call for maintenance immediately upon knowledge of a burnt-out lamp or an issue with the generator. The only circumstance under which personnel are allowed entrance is to replace lamps. Personnel entering the room are required to wear the designated full-body reflective suits, and must be cautioned not to step in front of functional spotlights. Description: SCP-017 is a humanoid figure approximately 80 centimeters in height, anatomically similar to a small child, but with no discernible identifying features. SCP-017 seems to be composed of a shadowy, smoke-like shroud. No attempt to find any object beneath the shroud has been successful, but the possibility has not been ruled out. SCP-017's reaction to shadows cast upon it is immediate and swift. SCP-017 leaps at the object casting the shadow and completely encloses it in its shroud, whereupon it returns to its normal size, leaving no trace of the object behind. Additional Notes: Personnel with BETA clearance or higher should see also document #017-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-017" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-017. Licensed under CC-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: scp017InCaptivity Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported Source Link: Self |
SCP-018 | euclid | SCP-0018 Item #: SCP-018 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-018 is to be contained in its specialty metal restraint inside of a 1 m by 1 m by 1 m sealed box lined with heavy synthetic padding. The sealed box is then submerged in the center of the 10 m by 10 m by 10 m polyethylene holding tank. If SCP-018 is to break free from the holding box, the polyethylene-based 'goo' will slow down kinetic activity enough for proper retrieval by containment personnel. Personnel entering SCP-018's holding chamber are to wear specialized plating (found inside of SCP-018 Observation), and a breathing apparatus before being lowered into the polyethylene tank. If SCP-018 is loose outside of the polyethylene tank, personnel are advised to secure themselves in a separate room and close doorways or hatches to isolate SCP-018 until containment teams arrive. Description: SCP-018 has the appearance of a Super Ball made by the Wham-O company in 1969. It is six (6) centimeters in diameter and coloured red. Found when the ██████████ company was hired to clean out a warehouse that had Wham-O merchandise in it, SCP-018 was noted to be able to bounce with extreme height. At first thought to be a pleasant child's toy, SCP-018 was able to bounce with over two hundred percent (200%) efficiency (that is, if dropped one (1) meter, it would bounce two (2), then four (4), then eight (8), then sixteen (16)). The ball soon became a dangerous projectile, reaching speeds estimated at over 100 km/h and damaging property and injuring five (5) in the city of █████████████. It came to a rest after several days in the nearby lake of ████████, and was retrieved by SCP personnel. Due to the speed of the object, and the total surprise by its victims, no cover-up story was required or initiated. Document #018-04: Message to O5-█ █████████, I hope everything is well. The reason I write to you is because I believe I have found a more effective method for retrieving new or escaped SCP objects. Yes, I realize we haven't had any progress in reverse engineering whatever allows this thing to defy the laws of thermodynamics, but we have come up with a very effective method for integrating one of those new SCP-A5 Armor suits with this. Just hear me out, we implant it into the bottom of a boot, rig up a little bit of a mechanical device, and ta-da, the suit is now capable of jumping well over a building. Also, if the wearer has their foot against something they want dead, well, let's just say it delivers a helluva kick. All I need is permission to modify one of the pre-existing SCP-A5 suits, and you'll be able to actually capture ████████████, plus any other escaped SCP objects. Trust me, when have I let you down in the past? -Dr. █████████ Document #018-06: Letter to Dr. █████████ Dr. █████████, Upon assignment, Agent ██████ was issued your modified SCP-A5 armor in retrieving SCP-███, and the results are mixed. Agent ██████ was able to place the ██████████ collar onto SCP-███, chase it through the Amazon, and restrain it by dismemberment. However, due to a malfunction of your 'little mechanical device', he was launched almost a mile into the air and suffered two broken legs, seven broken ribs, a missing arm, and a skull fracture upon hitting the water of Lake ███████████ on the way back down. You will fix that before I authorize your armor for common use. Document #018-11: Message to O5-█ █████████, don't worry, it's fixed. But, I have some more ideas. If I can be granted the use of some water from SCP-006, SCP-███, and possibly SCP-███, I can deliver you a set of SCP-A5 armor and an agent that can capture any, if not all, rogue or unattained SCPs. All I'm waiting on is your approval. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-018" by Epic Phail Spy, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-018. Licensed under CC-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: superball.jpg Name: SB 001 Author: Lenore Edman License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: [https://www.flickr.com/photos/lenore-m/441554240] |
SCP-019 | keter | SCP-019 Item #: SCP-019 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-019 is to be kept on a wide grate in a 3 m x 3 m x 4 m reinforced concrete room, installed with an incinerator. Room is to be kept at zero (0) degrees Celsius when incinerator is not activated. An observation chamber separated by a plate glass window is to be used for constant observation of SCP-019, and if/when specimens of SCP-019-2 are observed, the incinerator is to be activated. In the event of an outbreak of SCP-019-2, ordinary firearms are successful in terminating individual specimens, although in the case of a swarm-level outbreak, flamethrowers may be more effective. SCP-019 should be kept in a vertical position at all times. Description: SCP-019 appears to be a very large ceramic vase, 1.8 m in diameter at the mouth and 2.4 m high. Style and decoration indicate it was created in Classical Greece, although conclusive dating is impossible, as the surface is entirely unbreakable by any known means. If a successful method is discovered, SCP-019 is to be destroyed with prejudice. Periodically, entities emerge from SCP-019. Collectively, these are known as SCP-019-2. The entities vary in many aspects, but tend to be small, vaguely humanoid (though they may have animaloid features), and extremely hostile. They often choose to attack with teeth or claws. Although fairly delicate (also, surprisingly, flammable), they are reasonably strong and pose a considerable threat in large numbers. SCP-019-2 specimen When kept at zero (0) degrees Celsius and totally at rest, entities will emerge from SCP-019 at a rate of approximately one (1) entity per hour. The following traits are known to affect SCP-019-2's manifestation rate: Movement of SCP-019 Threat to SCP-019 Extreme temperature highs and lows Sudden shift in surrounding environment Introduction of objects or organisms to the inside of SCP-019 (known to cause a “flood” reaction) Traits that may or may not influence SCP-019-2's manifestation rate: Presence of human life near SCP-019 Current weather patterns Specific individuals near SCP-019 (some individuals seem to affect SCP-019-2's emergence rate more drastically than others) In addition, tipping or tilting SCP-019 will create a reaction as though it was previously “filled” with SCP-019-2 specimens, although viewers looking into SCP-019 from above will merely observe a dark hole. Due to the production rates of SCP-019-2 when the object is disturbed, measurement of the internal cavity is difficult, but it is suspected to be inconsistent with outside measurements. Addendum: Document SCP-019-2-A SCP-019-2 notes, as maintained by Doctor Light and Doctor Vaux ██/██/████ SCP-019-2 specimen was removed from containment chamber and kept in reinforced pen, provided with water and live chickens as food. Specimen made quiet, continuous, garbled vocalizations, determined to be phonetically similar to Ancient Hellenic languages. Although the reason for this is unknown, specimens are still thought to be no more intelligent than animals. The specimen lived for less than 48 hours, and a dissection revealed anatomy consistent on a cellular level with normal biology, but with an extremely unstable musculoskeletal structure. Other notable anomalies included an unstable respiratory system, nearly nonexistent digestive tract, and virtually no other internal organs. All other captured specimens have followed similar patterns of behavior and demise. Note: It appears that SCP-019-2 specimens were not intended to live for meaningful amounts of time outside of SCP-019. -Dr. Vaux ██/██/████ Containment unit was slightly damaged following prolonged exposure to SCP-019-2 specimen, missed by the monitoring team because of partial transparency. This has not been noted in SCP-019-2 before. Monitoring teams will continue to report further anomalies. ██/██/████ Monitoring teams report some specimens of SCP-019-2 now appear to be significantly more resistant to incineration than others. It is hypothesized that this is a defense mechanism on the part of SCP-019. ██/██/████ Most specimens of SCP-019-2 are now all but entirely resistant to the effects of the incinerator. Replacement of incinerator with an acid bath is being considered. “Evolution” of SCP-019-2 is being studied, and may be evidence of sentience in SCP-019. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-019" by Sophia Light, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-020 | keter | SCP-020 growths in a civilian residence. Item #: SCP-020 Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-020 are stored in a series of sealed cultivation chambers inside a sealed containment room at Biological Research Area-12 which is accessible only via airlock. Nutrients are administered via automated robotic systems, as the cultivation chamber must remain sealed at all times. Hermetically sealed video surveillance cameras are installed within the containment room, and must be checked daily for integrity. Any personnel entering the containment room must wear Biosafety Level 5 equipment including rebreathers and undergo full anti-fungal disinfection upon exiting. Description: SCP-020 is a fast-spreading fungal organism that is capable of affecting the senses and behavior of living creatures, including humans. Samples of SCP-020 exhibit an unknown effect that renders them effectively invisible to direct observation, even when under a microscope. SCP-020 is only visible to humans when viewed through photographic or video surveillance. Once SCP-020 forms a colony, usually within a human residence, it will produce spores that affect the behavior of humans around it. Affected subjects will increase the heat and humidity within their homes to create an environment more suitable to the growth of SCP-020. Affected subjects also become more sociable in many cases, and often invite acquaintances to their homes to further spread the organism. As the spores and mold colonies are invisible to affected subjects, the mold may sometimes grow directly on living subjects. A civilian infected with SCP-020 colonies. As the spores and colonies within a home approach critical concentration, the health of affected human subjects will rapidly deteriorate, resulting in death. Further spread of the mold may occur as the bodies of any deceased subjects are encountered by emergency responders and health care agents, as well as transportation of the bodies to local morgues. SCP-020 was first encountered in [REDACTED], where an undercover SCP agent noted dramatic personality changes in personnel working at the local hospital. Upon investigation by a containment team, it was discovered that almost ███ civilians had been infected, as well as a majority of the town. The civilian population was terminated, and the town incinerated under cover of a local flash forest fire. To date, over 12 outbreaks of SCP-020 have been reported. Investigations are currently underway to determine the source of these outbreaks and possible preventative measures. Addendum 020-01: Excerpts from the audio/video mission recorders of Mobile Task Force Eta-10 ("See No Evil") during the initial containment of SCP-020 on [REDACTED]. T2-Lead: Team Two moving to the red house. T2-COM: Copy, UAV One is picking up one heat signature. … T2-Lead: Team Two in place, ready to br— [Expletive]! T2-2: Door opening! At this point, a civilian woman appeared in the doorway, holding a kitchen knife. Video surveillance showed that nearly two-thirds of her face was covered by mold growths. Civilian Woman: Well… hello there, gentlemen… care to take a breather inside? T2-Lead: On the ground! Drop the weapon! Civilian Woman: Don't be silly! Come on in and… stay a while… T2-Lead: Stop where you are! DROP THE WEAPON! Civilian Woman: We… we just want to have some guests… please… come in… T2-2: Drop the [Expletive] weapon! It is assumed that at this point, the infected civilian noticed T2-4 carrying a primed incendiary weapon, and lunged forward at the team members with the knife. Civilian Woman: [DATA EXPUNGED] T2-Lead: Open fire, open fire! Gunfire, screaming. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-020" by Aelanna, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-020. Licensed under CC-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: scp020.jpg Author: EPA License: Public Domain Source Link: Link Filename: Petechial rash.JPG Author: DrFO.Jr.Tn License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Petechial_rash.JPG |
SCP-021 | safe | SCP-021 on subject D-124 (now deceased) Item #: SCP-021 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-021 is an obligate parasite of the human body. Containment, therefore, is no more difficult than containing an adult human; most cells will suffice. Item is currently housed in detention cell 217-A on subject D-139. Only class D personnel are eligible for hosting SCP-021. As long as a given subject survives as a host for SCP-021, he is exempt from normal monthly terminations of class D personnel. Description: SCP-021 takes the form of a large and elaborate tattoo of a serpentine dragon in the oriental style, covering approximately 0.8 square meters of skin. This tattoo is fully animate within the confines of its host's skin and behaves largely as a normal animal would, albeit in only two dimensions. The tattoo's movement causes constant pain to its host, comparable and similar in character to simultaneous tattooing and tattoo removal on a large scale. The organism tends to spend most of its time on and near the torso. SCP-021 displays no intelligence beyond a basic pattern of feeding and locomotion, although actually measuring the intelligence of a two-dimensional life-form has proven impossible thus far. SCP-021 appears to feed exclusively on pigments in the host's skin. This can include melanin, in which case the subject appears to be suffering from vitiligo. However, the organism shows a marked preference for other tattoos and will seek out and devour these before resorting to natural pigments. It should be noted that the feeding process itself, beyond the sensation of movement, is painless; normal tattoo ink simply vanishes as it is 'eaten'. The organism maintains a constant size, and no excretions have been observed. The organism is capable of clearing over 0.6 square meters of skin per hour. One may 'feed' SCP-021 by (quickly) tattooing fruits or small animals on the host. SCP-021 can be transferred between hosts by various forms of physical contact, with differing rates of success. In the case of successful transfer, the organism simply 'swims' from one person to the other. Sexual intercourse appears to be the most reliable method of transfer, with a 93% rate of transmission. However, due to the severe pain involved, this is less than ideal. Contact between two open wounds is generally preferable. Transfer is more complicated in deceased subjects, though not unreasonably so; the organism suffers no ill effects from the death of its host and continues to consume pigments. Transmission between species is unknown; previous tests suggest it to be either impossible or exceedingly rare. SCP-021 does confer some benefits to its host. The tattoo has been proven to accelerate the release and re-uptake of epinephrine and decrease lactic acid buildup, providing boosts of strength, confidence, and pain tolerance in stressful situations and reducing the usual after-effects of weakness and fatigue. In addition, the tattoo seems to have some beneficial effect on the host's immune system. Aggression profiles in hosts are generally higher than average, though whether this is a direct effect of the tattoo or simply a reaction to the constant pain remains to be seen. The symbiotic relationship is usually limited by how long the host can tolerate such pain in everyday life. This has culminated in suicide in a number of subjects. In rare cases, hosts have also fallen victim to fatal skin infections. SCP-021's origins and nature are a mystery. Tracing its transmission from host to host is hardly feasible within the confines of secrecy, and the organism could well be hundreds of years old, if not more. Nevertheless, SCP-021's captivity is one of the longest in the Foundation's history at nearly [DATA EXPUNGED] years, and has been very educational thus far. Current research focuses mainly on observing the characteristics of life in two dimensions. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-021" by HK-016, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-021. Licensed under CC-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: 021-new.jpg Author: Micael Faccio License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-022 | euclid | Image of SCP-022 through security camera. Item #: SCP-022 Special Containment Procedures: A vault door has been installed following Incident 022-827 to seal SCP-022. It is to remain locked at all times, with the sole exception being the appearance of an instance of SCP-022-1. The original door to SCP-022 was destroyed during Incident 022-827, with attempts at replacement being met with failure. Security cameras have been installed to monitor for instances of SCP-022-1. In the event that an instance of SCP-022-1 appears, automated systems should incinerate it the moment it leaves SCP-022. At this point the vault door may be unlocked to admit cleanup crews. Should the automated systems fail to destroy the instance of SCP-022-1, response teams are cleared to enter and neutralize it. Under no circumstances may any living human enter SCP-022 except at the order of Class-4 personnel for testing purposes. Class-4 personnel may also order instances of SCP-022-1 to be captured and held; however, they may not be removed from SCP-022 containment facilities. Description: SCP-022 is a morgue in the basement of [REDACTED] Hospital in Great Britain. Until 198█, there were no reported anomalous occurrences within the morgue. Reports of strange activity were first received in November of 198█. The area was soon quarantined by the Foundation, with an official story being released that the entire building had been condemned. The reason for the sudden manifestation of its strange properties remains under investigation. Periodically, a random drawer within the morgue will open to reveal a cadaver under a covered sheet. After approximately six minutes open, the cadaver will animate and attempt to leave the morgue. At this point, the cadaver is given the designation SCP-022-1. In some cases the cadaver will be too damaged or decomposed to successfully exit SCP-022 or even rise from the table it lies on. In this case, SCP-022-1 will typically struggle and twitch on the table until expiration occurs. Should an instance of SCP-022-1 expire while remaining on the table, the table slides back into the drawer, which then shuts. Reports indicate that the scent of burnt tissue is evident immediately following such an event. The energy source that sustains instances of SCP-022-1 is currently unknown. Instances do not breathe, eat, or sleep, and their bodies produce no heat. Analysis of SCP-022-1 following expiration has discovered no abnormal organs or chemicals present; they appear to be fully human cadavers. Instances also possess physical strength that exceeds that of normal humans. Though direct testing has proven problematic, researchers estimate the strength increase to be approximately 500 N (112 lb) of lifting force greater than what one would expect of a human body sharing a similar condition. Analysis is underway to determine if this effect is connected to the unknown power source or if it is an entirely separate phenomenon. When body parts are severed from SCP-022-1, the portion with the greatest mass retains its effects; all other pieces become inert. Destruction of the head or brain does not neutralize SCP-022-1; instead, the lower torso and limbs remain animate. Complete tissue destruction appears to be the only method of successfully terminating instances of SCP-022-1. Left alone, instances of SCP-022-1 will simply expire; all motion ceases and they appear to become normal cadavers again. The amount of time this takes depends on how damaged the body is and the rate of decomposition, and can take anywhere between two days and three weeks. Investigation has revealed that the bodies acting as SCP-022-1 match the description of cadavers reported to have been stolen from morgues across the country. The mechanism for this transfer is currently being researched. Adding any new matter to SCP-022 has thus far proved impossible. Any object that enters SCP-022 disappears shortly after passing through the door, leaving no trace. This includes inanimate objects and biological specimens. See Addendum 022-001 and 022-002. So long as an instance of SCP-022-1 possesses a functioning mouth, tongue, and trachea, it is able to communicate fully with researchers. See Interview Log 022-751 for details. Addendum 022-001: A request has been submitted to create a new entrance to SCP-022 by removing a portion of the South wall. Request pending approval. Addendum 022-002: A pile of matter was discovered on the floor of the room directly above SCP-022. It appeared to contain all matter that had been sent into SCP-022, with the exception of humans. All materials appeared broken and worn down. Metallic components were covered in large amounts of rust, with all biological parts being in various stages of decomposition. Testing revealed that the time between inserting an object into SCP-022 and it reappearing above to be precisely 183 seconds. Humans who enter, however, do not appear in said pile. Instead, humans appear to become integrated into the morgue, and may later animate as instances of SCP-022-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-022" by DrSevere, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-022. Licensed under CC-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-023 | euclid | SCP-023, kept in a temporary containment area during a containment breach by SCP-███ Item #: SCP-023 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-023 is to be contained in a standard 5 x 5 m Containment Unit. SCP-023 is to be contained in a walled-off intersection of two (2) corridors at Site ██, with at least three (3) meters of space in each direction, and false doors at three (3) of the four (4) ends, in addition to the real door. Security cameras will be placed and maintained above all four (4) doors. At all times, SCP-023's eye sockets are to be filled with spherical inserts made of hard rubber. Eye inserts must be replaced as they degrade. Degradation can be monitored by measuring the brightness of the "burning" effect as observed by security footage. Brightness greater than twelve (12) candela requires that the inserts be replaced within twelve (12) hours. Eye inserts are only to be replaced individually, and only after the sun has completely set. Personnel are not to look directly into eye sockets of SCP-023 at any time. Following Incident 023-27 all reflective surfaces, including displays, monitors, and eye-wear of any sort are not permitted within 30 meters of SCP-023's cell. This includes monitors linked to security cameras within its enclosure. Security personnel posted at checkpoints outside both corridors will enforce and adhere to this measure. Experimentation involving SCP-023 has been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-023 is a large, sexless shaggy canine (1.5 meters at the shoulder) with black fur. It has bright orange-red eyes and prominent teeth (see Incident Report 023-26). Any time an individual makes eye contact with SCP-023, either that person or a member of their immediate family will die exactly one (1) year after eye contact is broken. Research into the method of selection is incomplete due to a moratorium on experiments, but the available data suggests that having a larger immediate family lessens the chance of the individual making eye contact themselves dying, and neither a pattern nor a preference in victim types have been found. This may indicate that SCP-023's victim is designated entirely at random, but it is unknown whether this selection occurs at the beginning or at the end of the one-year time period. Attempts to terminate an individual who has made eye contact with SCP-023 and their entire immediate family before the one-year time period has ended [DATA EXPUNGED]. Autopsies of individuals killed by SCP-023's effect show that, while outwardly appearing unharmed, their remains have been 'filled in' with highly compacted ash, including but not limited to all organ systems and the circulatory system. Muscle tissue, bones, and brain tissue universally show signs of exposure to temperatures above ██°C. If not contained in a setting that at least superficially resembles a "crossroads", SCP-023 will phase through walls to get to the nearest suitable location, incinerating all materials it passes through. SCP-023 was first brought to the Foundation's attention when it attacked a church in ███████ while it was in session, killing █ civilians directly and [REDACTED] as a result of eye contact. Following retrieval of SCP-023, Class-B amnestics were administered to all witnesses and surviving victims. The incident was covered up as a case of arson. Addendum 023-001 SCP-023 broke containment on ██/██/████ by passing through its cell wall (Incident 023-01). SCP-023 was later discovered at the intersection of two (2) corridors elsewhere on Site-███. Agent █████ noted SCP-023's similarity to a [REDACTED]. Special Containment Procedures for SCP-023 updated. Assistant Researcher ███████ issued a reprimand for negligence. Addendum 023-002 SCP-023 has been responsible for the deaths of ███ personnel and ██ civilians since it was first brought into containment on 10/12/██94. Addendum 023-003: Request for reclassification to Keter pending. Addendum 023-004: Due to both anomalies focusing on specific geographic spaces, their destructive capabilities, and canine appearance, it is possible that SCP-1111-1 may be a variant of the same phenomenon observed in SCP-023, or vice versa. Investigation into the origin of both anomalies is ongoing. Due to the inability to capture SCP-1111-1 for study, investigations are currently focused on SCP-023. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-023" by Pig_catapult, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-023. Licensed under CC-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-023.png Author: Escape from Site 19, edits by JackalRelated License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://escapefromsite19.com/ |
SCP-024 | euclid | SCP-024 hidden among 5 replicas to conceal its location. Item #: SCP-024 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-024 cannot be moved to a secure location so security measures must be placed on-site. To conceal its location, five (5) identical-looking replicas have been erected around SCP-024. A tight security perimeter must be maintained around SCP-024's compound at all times, with separate security teams guarding SCP-024 and its replicas. None of the security teams, except for team leaders, will be informed of the location of SCP-024. SCP-024 must be secured with magnetically sealed blast doors and reinforced, armored walls to prevent unauthorized entry. Under no circumstances can any security or research personnel enter SCP-024. Only D-Class personnel are allowed entry and strictly for research purposes only. All researchers are to observe and experiment with SCP-024 from the remote observation lab. Any personnel attempting to leave the remote observation lab or enter SCP-024 without prior approval from a Level 4 researcher must be immediately apprehended, with termination authorized. Should containment be breached, or SCP-024's true nature compromised, then the entire compound must be destroyed via specialized demolition charges planted throughout the compound. Description: SCP-024 is an abandoned sound stage that was once owned by █████████. However, SCP-024 itself had been abandoned since 19██, and it is unknown whether its special properties manifested before or after its abandonment. SCP-024 is located in the heart of █████████, ██████████, and was initially discovered when a group of teenage youths broke into the abandoned compound. The testimony of the lone "winner" when she turned herself in to the police was enough to have Foundation assets mobilize to contain SCP-024. Upon entering SCP-024, visitors are immediately greeted by an anonymous announcer, who communicates via intercom and is able to hear and comprehend the voices of people within SCP-024. The announcer will inform the "contestants" that they are about to take part in a game show in which the winners will win fabulous prizes, but will also warn that the game will be extremely hazardous, and that the losers will never leave SCP-024. It is at this point the announcer presents the choice of whether to stay or leave SCP-024. Contestants who accept will continue to participate in the game while those who decline are immediately expelled from SCP-024. Contestants that win the game or decline to participate may never enter SCP-024 again, as entry is denied by an impenetrable, invisible barrier. It is then that the contestants are led to the actual game. The style, composition, and appearance of the game always changes in every individual play-through, but the game is always centered around a long, elaborate obstacle course that the contestants must navigate through. The rules also vary. Some play-throughs may only allow a single winner, while others encourage the creation of teams to win the game. More often than not, the obstacles seen in these games range from incredibly benign to extremely hazardous and life-threatening. As the contestants attempt to negotiate the course, the announcer will continuously update their status and actively participate in the game, often giving advice, conversing with contestants, and adding new rules. As the game progresses, the obstacles become significantly more dangerous and difficult to overcome, and it is not surprising to have the entire pool of contestants succumb to the rigors of the obstacle course. If such an event happens, the announcer will express sadness at the lack of a winner and SCP-024 will shut down, resetting only when a new batch of contestants enter. Any attempts to "break the rules", such as assaulting other contestants and deliberately bypassing obstacles, are met by extreme violence. The announcer will call out the offending contestant, who will be quickly and forcefully ejected from the course by "studio guardians". These studio guardians will immediately materialize within SCP-024 when called upon by the announcer and disappear when not needed. The contestant will never be seen again. When a winner is declared, he/she will receive a random grand prize. Any contestants that have survived the course but failed to win are immediately declared losers by the announcer. The lights will switch off, and the winner will immediately appear outside of SCP-024 with his/her prize while the losers completely disappear. However, the most mysterious aspect of SCP-024 is that after every game, a VHS tape or DVD will appear in the mailbox outside of SCP-024's main entrance. This recording is a complete record of the entire game that was previously played, even though winners have claimed that they had never seen any cameras or recording devices inside SCP-024. Also, more strangely, a live studio audience can be seen in the background cheering on the contestants. Again, winners have claimed not to have seen a live studio audience while inside SCP-024. Addendum 1: So far, the list of prizes awarded to winners has included, but is not limited to: cash prizes, electronics, various consumer goods, cars, collectibles, full-paid vacations to various countries, [DATA EXPUNGED]. Close examination of these prizes have confirmed that they are completely genuine, and possess no unusual abilities or characteristics whatsoever. There appears to be no consistent pattern for what the prizes will be. Addendum 2: In an attempt to track where the "losers" are taken, GPS locator beacons were planted on subjects D-124 through D-135 when Group D245 was sent into SCP-024. When the losers were taken away, all signals from the beacons were lost. Whether this is because the beacons were destroyed, or because the losers were taken to an area that cannot be located via GPS is currently unknown. Addendum 3: The announcer living within SCP-024 appears to be sentient and aware of events that take place outside of the compound. During the test of Group D523, which consisted only of Dr. ████████, the announcer instead engaged in a conversation with Dr. ████████. Analysis of the conversations have shown that the majority of the subjects are centered around pop culture and information distributed through television, implying that SCP-024 somehow is able to access and interpret television signals. Cutting all power and signal lines, as well as removing any potential wireless receiving equipment on SCP-024, does not affect SCP-024 in any way. When it became clear that no other contestants would participate, the announcer kindly asked Dr. ████████ to leave SCP-024 and suggested he return with more contestants. Addendum 4: The studio guardians that the announcer uses to enforce the rules vary in appearance every game, just like the course. If they appear, the guardians will always be dressed in a manner that matches with the theme of the obstacle course. The only common attributes all guardians share are the possession of humanoid appearance, ability to suddenly appear and disappear, superhuman strength, and face concealing masks or headgear. However, winners have claimed that the guardians have no apparent shape or form inside SCP-024, instead appearing as huge, shadowy figures that engulf the offender. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-024" by SpoonOfEvil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-024. Licensed under CC-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: 024.jpg Name: View Over Universal Studios Backlot Author: Rob Young License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-025 | safe | SCP-025, in Foundation custody Item #: SCP-025 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-025 is only to be opened during testing, as is the room in which SCP-025 is stored. Entry codes are to be given only to authorized research and security personnel. No other containment protocols required. Description: SCP-025 is a wooden wardrobe measuring 0.97 m x 0.62 m x 1.95 m, full of clothing dating from a number of time periods. Articles contained within the chest, collectively named SCP-025-1, match with styles of decades from the 1920s to the present. The apparel from each time frame varies with regard to style; for example, a polyester striped shirt and pair of charcoal suit pants both correspond with general styles of the 1970s. The only unifying aspect of every article contained in SCP-025 is that each one is in poor condition; moths have eaten at much of the collection, and tears and runs are not uncommon. When any item from SCP-025 is put on, the wearer is observed either to die or suffer an injury within 24 hours. The cause of death or injury in these instances is invariably linked to the aforementioned flaws in the clothing, but only ever appears to be an unrelated incident. Wearing a glove with a fingertip cut off may result in the loss of the fingertip through a simple kitchen accident like chopping onions; similarly, a subject wearing a poncho with a sleeve missing will somehow cause the loss of the uncovered arm, be it an attack by a wild animal or a vehicular accident that necessitates the amputation of the limb. If placed in a sealed, unfurnished enclosure while wearing an item from the chest, the wearer will either seemingly spontaneously contract a flesh-eating disease that begins in the areas not covered by the clothing, or suffer the failure of an organ located beneath an imperfection in the article. Diseases arising from such incidents may or may not be contagious; no study has been successfully undertaken due to the speed at which the strains observed run their course. Recommended that, if possible, samples of the disease be taken to lab for possible weaponization. Following is an abridged testing log of SCP-025; more thorough testing will accompany the declassification of the document in its entirety. TEST LOG SCP-025, SECTION 1 SUBJECT: D-778, a 42-year-old white male ARTICLE: 1940s-era white tuxedo IMPERFECTION(S): Torn seam in left shoulder TEST RESULTS: Subject was allowed free roam of the halls, under Agent ███████'s supervision. For approximately 45 minutes, nothing eventful occurred; however, at ██:██:██, security tapes and eyewitnesses indicate that D-778 appeared to make an attempt at attacking Agent ███████. He in turn overcame the subject with a knife, causing an inch-deep gash in D-778's left shoulder precisely at the point where the tuxedo's seam was ripped. Test halted; subject later terminated. SUBJECT: D-690, a 26-year-old white male ARTICLE: 2004 Boston Red Sox baseball cap IMPERFECTION(S): Missing size adjuster in back of cap; logo in front partially removed TEST RESULTS: Placed in a sealed room with the subject was a table on which were a loaded Jericho "Baby Eagle" 9mm handgun, a grill lighter, and a hatchet. D-690 chose to wear the cap backward for the test; potential effects of this decision on the outcome of the test are unknown. Subject expressed reluctance to touch any of the objects on the table for several hours; food and water were provided as necessary. After four (4) hours of general inactivity, subject picked up the handgun and examined it; while holding it at roughly eye level, the weapon discharged into D-690's forehead, where the size adjustment band would have been. The round exited the subject near the part of the hat with the missing part of the logo. SUBJECTS: D-736, a 22-year-old white male; D-771, a 23-year-old white male ARTICLE: Burgundy striped sweater vest, dating from 1973 IMPERFECTION(S): Article seemed to have been partially eaten by moths; several large holes in the front of the sweater TEST RESULTS: D-736 was asked by researching staff to wear the sweater vest, which he did under duress. D-771 was given a loaded handgun out of sight of the other test participant and instructed to, on a given signal, fire all six (6) shots in the direction of D-736. After doing so, it was noted that every shot fired passed through one of the holes in the sweater vest, leaving the clothing intact and killing D-736. Firearm retrieved; surviving subject transported back to quarters. SUBJECT: D-771, a 23-year-old white male ARTICLE: Sweater vest from above trial IMPERFECTION(S): Same as mentioned TEST RESULTS: D-771 was this time placed in an empty room, dimensions 15 m x 15 m x 15 m; only objects in the enclosure were lights overhead. Subject initially complained of boredom, then lay on his back and went to sleep. After 2 hours and 14 minutes, two (2) of the fluorescent light tubes in the ceiling suddenly dislodged and fell. Both landed squarely on holes in the sweater, shattering upon impact; one (1) of the tubes broke into jagged pieces that impaled D-771 in several areas, but only again through gaps already present in the sweater vest. Subject's vitals persisted for another six (6) minutes, then ceased. Further testing locations will be selected to minimize possible damage to the surrounding area. SUBJECT: Dr. ██████ [Unplanned experiment; an unidentified individual left an article from SCP-025 on Dr. ██████'s desk that looked similar to an item of his own clothing. Any information about this incident and/or the perpetrator of same should be reported immediately to senior staff.] ARTICLE: Lightweight scarf, dyed a number of colors IMPERFECTION(S): Heavily pulled seam caused scarf to be considerably shorter and tighter in the middle. TEST RESULTS: According to his itinerary, Dr. ██████, wearing the item from SCP-025, was en route to the enclosure of SCP-███ on ██/██/████ for routine testing. However, he diverged from his intended path and began in a direction towards an entirely separate wing of the facility. Subject then entered the enclosure of SCP-173 without gathering accompaniment or following safety procedures, and, upon hearing the door closing, blinked. Cause of death listed as strangulation resulting from a crushed windpipe. SUBJECT: D-802, a 30-year-old Hispanic female ARTICLE: 1980s Flashdance-style white shirt IMPERFECTION(S): Right shoulder removed, left sleeve completely cut off, entire bottom hem shredded TEST RESULTS: [DATA EXPUNGED]. All present were presumed infected, then quarantined and [DATA EXPUNGED]. All further tests involving 1980s-era fashion have been postponed indefinitely due to the expenditures and safety hazards presented by the aforementioned experiment. Full cleanup estimated to take an additional ██ weeks. Further testing authorized; results now awaiting declassification. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-025" by thattallfellow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-025. Licensed under CC-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-026 | euclid | Main foyer of SCP-026 Item #: SCP-026 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-026 is to remain securely locked and boarded up at all times when there is no research ongoing. Alarms are set to alert the Foundation in case of entry by civilians or other agencies. Description: SCP-026 is a three (3) story public school building built in ████. It has two (2) wings connected to a central foyer. It was declared condemned in ████ after it was found the floor plan didn't match up to the building's blueprints (see Interview Log 026-01). It came to the Foundation's attention after several disappearances in the area were linked to visits to the abandoned building. The building demonstrates spatial anomalies. Its internal space is much greater than the external surface of the building would allow. Hallways display variable length, while stairways have differing numbers of steps going up or down. The number of rooms off the hallways changes each time they are counted. Attempts to reach the far ends of the hallways have met with failure thus far. Entrance through the fire escapes located at the ends of the hallways leads to doors approximately midway down the length of the halls. EDIT: See Note 026-A Second floor hallway of the east wing There is considerable graffiti on the interior walls of the school. Most appears typical, including gang signs, names, and street art. However, the graffiti fades and reappears, changing location. Writing on chalkboards and bulletin boards changes in a similar fashion. Subjects typically found range from standard school subjects (mathematics, literature, biology), to more esoteric subjects, such as quantum entanglement, ████████, and eugenics. One researcher reported one board detailing information about SCP-████, but photographic evidence showed only a blank slate (See Note 026-B). The phrase "The children used to sing" has appeared multiple times in various places throughout the building, but there is currently no explanation for its significance. Subjects discovered within SCP-026 A number of unconscious subjects have been found in the building, mostly of high school age, ranging from twelve to eighteen. They are dressed in accordance to the school's dress code, circa ████. Several have been identified as former students or faculty of the school who disappeared after the school shut down (in at least one case, more than ten years after the closure). It is currently unknown how they were transported back into SCP-026. (See Note 026-C) All attempts to wake the subjects while inside the building have failed. On being removed from the grounds of SCP-026, the subjects wake abruptly. They experience a period of confusion, before dying from extremely rapid dehydration, followed by advanced decomposition. No useful intelligence has been recovered from the subjects to date. The inability to wake subjects extends to those who fall asleep on the grounds of SCP-026, though the rapid dehydration only seems to affect those who have been found on the grounds of the school. See Incident Report 026-12. Note 026-A: Robotic exploration and video feeds have shown that the apparent spatial anomalies are caused by changes in the perceptions of observers, rather than actual spatial phenomena. For this reason, SCP-026 does not require the expertise of Mobile Task Force Rho-8 "Roadside Picnickers" at this time. UPDATE: Further exploration has shown that some spatial phenomena do occur. See the Exploration Logs for more details. Note 026-B: The contents of notepads, books, and pieces of paper have been observed to disappear, only to reappear on surfaces within SCP-026. New writings have appeared, mostly drawn from graffiti or text-books. Caution should be exercised in bringing documents onto the grounds of SCP-026. Note 026-C: Several class D personnel exposed to SCP-026 have disappeared from Foundation control, only to reappear inside the anomalous building. The subjects in question had previously complained of dreams identical to those experienced by Agent Malek. UPDATE: See Interview Log 026-08. Incident Report 026-12 During a routine security check of SCP-026, Agent Malek was found unconscious by his partner, Agent Jones, in the main foyer. Initial attempts at rousing Agent Malek were ineffective, so he was moved for transportation to Site ██. Upon leaving the grounds of SCP-026, he woke abruptly in a state of agitation. When questioned, he revealed that he had been dreaming of a classroom setting. 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SCP-027 | euclid | Item #: SCP-027 Special Containment Procedures: The host of SCP-027 (currently subject 027-02) is to be kept in a 5 m x 5 m containment cell with a grated, raised floor connected to a strong vacuum system. All creatures removed from the Subject's containment cell are to be incinerated, except for a small portion to be diverted for analysis and necropsy. The cell is to be cleaned and inspected for structural damage daily. Subject 027-02 must be monitored by at least two personnel at all times. Any unusual behavior or vital signs on the part of the subject or the appearance of any unusual species in the subject’s vicinity must immediately be reported to Level 4 personnel. Security personnel assigned to SCP-027 must be inoculated against all known animal-borne pathogens and must be armed with tranquilizer guns, with standing orders to subdue the subject if the need arises. Until SCP-027 is better understood, no personnel of Level 4 Clearance or higher should approach within 200 m of the Subject. Description: SCP-027 appears to be a phenomenon of unknown source that seems to be tied to one human subject (currently 027-02) at a time. As host to SCP-027, subject 027-02 is constantly surrounded by swarming vermin that are drawn to his location. The subject does not appear able to assert control over these creatures in any way, and is in fact prone to occasional attacks from feral specimens. These creatures have also been known to attack personnel who approach too closely. Wherever the subject goes, an initial swarm of flying insects such as gnats and flies will start to form a cloud around him, usually within two to three minutes. Shortly thereafter, crawling animals (including lice, cockroaches, worms, spiders, [DATA EXPUNGED], mice, and rats) will begin to appear; the longer the subject remains in a location, the more vermin will gather there. When the subject leaves a location, some of these creatures will follow, but most will disperse. SCP-027 has been known to transfer between hosts once, upon the death of the first known host, Subject 027-01 (see Appendix 1 for more information). Since SCP-027 could likely repeat this feat upon the death of Subject 027-02, all high-value personnel should be kept far away from the current host until more about SCP-027 is understood. SCP-027 has also likely transferred between hosts an unknown number of times before containment. Research into potential previous hosts has commenced, with preliminary evidence suggesting that SCP-027 may have existed for at least ███ years. It is not yet known how SCP-027 chooses or attracts animals, or even what SCP-027 exactly is. The previous host never expressed having any sort of communication with a separate conscious entity; analysis of the current host has been inconclusive at best. Appendix 1: Timeline of Significant Events 04/██/199█: Subject 027-01 is discovered in an abandoned warehouse outside ███████, ██, that had been completely overrun by rats, cockroaches, and other vermin, and is contained and cataloged as SCP-027. The subject is described as a Caucasian male in his late thirties, of average height but gaunt, filthy, and covered in bites and scratches. The subject also shows symptoms of degraded mental health, evidence of heavy use of alcohol and illicit drugs, and signs of prolonged sleep deprivation. 10/██/200█: Subject expires. Autopsy shows more than 70% of the subject’s body [DATA EXPUNGED] a colony of rats nesting in the subject’s abdomen for at least ██ generations. 10/██/200█: Between 140 and 150 hours after the Subject’s death, Security Officer K██████ F█████ reports being awoken by breathing problems due to a large housefly having crawled up his nose (later shown to have lain eggs). Subsequent observations lead to categorization of Officer F█████ as subject 027-02, the original host is reclassified as subject 027-01, and SCP-027 is redefined. [DATA EXPUNGED] Appendix 2: Transcript of Interview 027-201 The following interview was conducted on 10/██/200█, shortly after Subject 027-02 was identified and transferred to the containment cell that had housed Subject 027-01. Dr. Jameson: Good morning, Officer F█████. How are you feeling? Subject 027-02: Scared. Confused. Mostly scared though. J: Understandable…. S: And itchy. I feel like I need to shower all the damn time. J: Ah. But what about, um, inside? Do you feel anything different inside you, like a… presence? S: [thinks, scratches his head] No, I don't think I do. I haven't really noticed anything like that. J: You haven't felt anything different since the original host died, besides the itching? S: No, I can't say I have. J: What about any sort of voices, or compulsions— S: [agitated] No, I haven't felt anything except bugs crawling all over me! I feel dirty, and scared, and… Doc, what about my family? You gotta get this thing out of me so I can see them again! J: Of… of course. We're going to do everything we can to get 027 out of you. God, I… I'm sorry, K██████…. Note: Shortly after this interview took place, Dr. Jameson and several other members of the research team for SCP-027 were transferred to the SCP-1772 project. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-027" by Quikngruvn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-027. Licensed under CC-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-028 | safe | SCP-028 before containment Item #: SCP-028 Special Containment Procedures: No special means are needed to contain at this time, as SCP-028 has not shown any change in size, position or shape during the entire period of its containment, but access must be restricted. Currently, SCP-028 is contained on site (Site █), as SCP-028 is not transportable by any known means. SCP-028 is sealed in a six (6) by six (6) by three (3) meter (twenty (20) by twenty (20) by ten (10) foot) concrete room with a single door, with two (2) armed personnel stationed outside. Only authorized personnel are to be allowed exposure to SCP-028, and extreme care must be taken at all times. While SCP-028 is itself harmless, the effect can be very damaging to the unprepared. (See document EL-028-1125) Description: SCP-028 is located in an abandoned storage yard outside a copper mine in northern Michigan. SCP-028 has no detectable physical presence of any kind, but its effect occurs in a 2.1 meter (7 foot) cube around what is commonly held as the “center” of SCP-028. All forms of scanning and testing in the area of SCP-028 have shown no abnormal readings. Adding or removing objects, or attempting to remove dirt from under SCP-028 has no effect in altering the size or shape of SCP-028’s area of effect, nor the onset or quality of the Effect. Subjects “entering” SCP-028 are, within three (3) to six (6) seconds, struck by total and complete knowledge of a subject. This knowledge is thus far completely random in both size and usefulness, and sometimes goes unnoticed for extended periods of time. More “profound” knowledge generally has a stronger effect, with some cases [EXPUNGED: SEE DOCUMENT EL-028-1125]. This Effect can be experienced multiple times by exiting and re-entering SCP-028, but can result in increasingly strong migraines and dizziness after two (2) exposures. SCP-028 came to the Foundation’s attention after research into news reports of a local miner who submitted a design for a cold-fusion reactor to the US patent office. Mr. ███ reported that it “just came to me, like a bolt outta the blue!” News and subjects were suppressed and contained after discovery of SCP-028, and the reactor designs implemented in the containment of SCP-1995. Subsequent testing of SCP-028 has yielded mixed results. Document #EL-028-1114: Partial Information Retrieval Log for 1/5/██ (Note: all knowledge is perfect, total, and eidetic) Every phonebook entry for New York City in 1998 How to redesign the internal combustion engine to run on human blood, using only pre-existing parts. (Note: Full redesign takes four (4) hours, and runs at higher efficiency than gasoline.) Location of keys for a Buick LeSabre The proper method of care for a mole rat colony Origin and history of twelve SCP objects. (Note: The main [EXPUNGED]) Family history of the Blackthorn family, located in London, England. Geological structure of the earth beneath Greenland, including several unknown caves and [EXPUNGED] Document # EL-028-1125: Log E-112: Subject D-1182 exposed to SCP-028. Subject began to cry and went into fetal position, showing signs of high distress. Unresponsive to questioning and outside stimulus for several days. Lapsed into catatonia shortly after stating that “this is not life”. Subject passed into a coma and died shortly thereafter. C.O.D. was attributed to shock. E-127: Agent ███████ accidentally exposed to SCP-028. Agent showed signs of sudden surprise and bemusement. When questioned, Agent requested “a moment to gather my thoughts, please”. After several seconds, Agent laughed, shook his head, and removed his service pistol from its holster. Agent then shot and wounded Dr. ████, and killed Agents ████████ and █████, before being restrained. Post-incident interrogation revealed Agent ███████ had extensive knowledge of classified Foundation activities, and several SCP objects he had not been previously exposed to, including SCP-2669. Any Foundation personnel found to have entered SCP-028's area of effect are to be detained indefinitely. Document # EL-028-1128: Log Experiment-189: Subject D-9843 was exposed to SCP-028. ████/03/19 11:46 Examination of subject revealed abnormal respiratory actions. ████/03/19 13:37 Questioning revealed subject had learned to recycle the carbon dioxide inside his body. ████/03/19 17:21 Repeated attempts to teach skill to other D-class personnel failed. ████/03/24 12:11 Subject terminated. ████/07/18 15:03 Autopsy reveals no abnormal organ formations. ████/07/18 18:37 Researchers notes: Dr. ████████ █████: Seriously, how the hell did he do that? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-028" by Dr Gears, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-028. 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SCP-029 | keter | Item #: SCP-029 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-029 is to be incarcerated in a Class 5 containment cell. She is to be allowed access to nothing of a physical nature. Her containment cell is to be placed behind a triple airlock, to avoid her escape. As of Incident 029-34a, SCP-029 is no longer to be fed, as she does not appear to need sustenance to survive. There are to be three (3) guards on duty at all times on her cell, and two (2) guards on monitor duty. Floodlights have been installed in the walls of the containment chamber, and are to be on at all times. Once a month the chamber is to be cleaned and checked for defects. Under absolutely no circumstances are any men to encounter SCP-029 in any manner. Any males who do encounter SCP-029 are to be held under Class 3 detention for interviewing before termination. SCP-029 has requested: A bed (Denied) A blanket (Denied) Books (Denied) Clothes (Denied) This is ridiculous! The girl can't even have clothes? We are not animals, let her cover herself! -Dr. Ericka Bodeen Dr. Bodeen, you are granted permission to deliver clothes to SCP-029. -Dr. Light As of incident 029-53b, anyone who has potential access to SCP-029 is required to first watch Surveillance Tape 029-Bodeen, as a reminder of threats involved when working with SCP items and SCP-029 in particular. Description: SCP-029 appears to be a pubescent female of Asiatic-Indian descent. She appears to suffer from alopecia universalis. Over 80% of her pigmentation is a true black, while the rest of her skin has a complete lack of melanin, to the point of albinism. Her eyes are also a dark black in color. SCP-029 has severe homicidal tendencies and has displayed a remarkable ability to use any item as a weapon. However, she has a severe compulsion against shedding blood, preferring instead to strangle her victims. SCP-029 has demonstrated dexterity and physical reactions four (4) times as fast as the average human. SCP-029 has also displayed extensive resistance to damage of all forms. Both of these extra human abilities are greatly hampered in the presences of bright or direct light, natural or artificial. In addition, any males who come within the presence of SCP-029, an area defined by her current perception, find themselves pliant to her will. Such males become willing to kill or even die for SCP-029. SCP-029 refers to herself as ████████, which roughly translates to 'Daughter of Darkness,' 'Daughter of Shadows,' or 'Daughter of Night.' Interviews with SCP-029 have proven difficult to conduct, due to SCP-029's constant attempts to kill or convert all who speak with her. Over her years of captivity, the black patches on her skin have increased in size. SCP-029 was first brought to the Foundation's attention by an Agent working in rural India. An attempt on his life led him to a small cult of men who claimed to be 'Thuggees,' in service to the Daughter. Several weeks of investigation proved that they believed the world to be in the last years of the 'Kali Yuga,' and that by sacrificing one million lives to the Daughter of Darkness, they could raise their Goddess and end the world. They also believed that only sacrifices performed through strangulation added to this tally. Events led the agent to their mountain fortress, where he discovered SCP-029. After the loss of said Agent, [DATA EXPUNGED], which ended in our acquisition of SCP-029. Addendum: Seven (7) years after capture, SCP-029 began showing anomalous growth in her black pigmentation. When questioned about it, she claimed her 'followers were on the move once more.' Investigation led us to a concentration of so-called 'Thuggees' that had escaped our initial foray. After discovering that all her followers were there for one of their holy days, a tactical air strike was called in. When the first bomb dropped, SCP-029 awoke from slumber, screaming at the top of her lungs. SCP-029 continued to scream for the next four (4) hours, ranting and raving that we were 'killing her people.' Since said event, the growth of black pigmentation has stopped completely. Also since said event, SCP-029 has redoubled her efforts to escape. SCP-2820 has been proposed as a possible method of neutralization should the situation worsen. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-029" by AdminBright, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-029. Licensed under CC-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-030 | safe | Item #: SCP-030 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-030 is to be held at Site-17 within a modified humanoid containment cell. Minor adaptations to accommodate its stature, such as an appropriately-scaled workspace and chair, are to be included. Lighting within the cell may be altered upon request of SCP-030 to a maximum of 2000 lumens via a simple dimmer switch. Should the need to render SCP-030 inert arise, staff may extinguish the lighting from the exterior switch and draw blackout curtains as necessary. Standard night-vision equipment is available for observation of SCP-030 in its inert state. SCP-030 may request materials for personal research every 90 days. All previously requested materials are to be collected and destroyed prior to delivery of new materials. All materials are to be evaluated and screened by both research and security staff. SCP-030 is to be denied access to any modern scientific journals or texts, and fiction is to be restricted to works produced no later than 1623 CE to preserve the integrity of its innate knowledge. Staff wishing to consult with SCP-030 in writing are to place a formal request (document #030-RS/B) with the supervising researcher on duty. All correspondence is to be retained. Staff wishing to consult with SCP-030 in person are to submit a formal request to site management (documents 030-RP/A, 17-030/A) at least 30 days prior to their preferred consultation date. All consultations are to be recorded and retained. Senior research staff may request SCP-030 be temporarily removed from its containment for a maximum of one hour to provide observational insight into non-restricted materials or events within Site-17. Under no circumstances is SCP-030 to leave the confines of Site-17. Requests must be presented in person to site management and security staff at least 30 days prior to their preferred observational release date. All observational release events are to be recorded and retained. SCP-030 has been equipped with a tracking device (inventory control code #030-17-1) so its location within Site-17 may be determined precisely at any time. Description: SCP-030 appears as a hairless, genderless, grey-toned human 71 centimeters (28 inches) in height and weighing 12.70 kilograms (two British stone in antiquated measure). Its solid blue eyes lack discernible irises or pupils, and resemble small cut sapphires. SCP-030 possesses an androgynous voice with a pronounced English accent not currently identifiable as specific to any modern region. It is able to converse, read and write in Ancient Greek, Latin, Italian, English, Spanish and Portuguese as well as two (2) additional languages that have not yet been identified despite SCP-030's insistence that they should be "common knowledge." SCP-030 has also demonstrated knowledge of physics, chemistry, astronomy, mathematics and horticulture roughly equivalent to that of a 17th-century CE academic. In addition, SCP-030 has demonstrated knowledge on these topics along research lines that do not appear in the historical record. These alternative or entirely unknown approaches to research in the natural sciences are one source of SCP-030's utility in consultation. SCP-030 remains active while a 15-lumen source of light or greater is within 1.5 meters (5 feet). In the absence of light, SCP-030 becomes inert, apparently losing consciousness and showing no outward signs of life. Within five to ten (5-10) seconds of being re-exposed to light, SCP-030 becomes active once more, appearing to come out of a light slumber no matter how long the period of inactivity has been. SCP-030 does not appear to require these periods of inactivity as a human would require sleep, and has expressed a desire to remain active as often as possible. Biopsy analysis of SCP-030 remains inconclusive. While clays native to the English counties of Kent, Surrey, and Greater London make up the majority of its structure, traces of mandrake (Mandragora officinarum), lye, mercury, and human blood have been found in each sample taken. SCP-030 has expressed that a full exploratory surgery to determine its workings would potentially end its existence. Samples removed from SCP-030 do not regenerate, and sampling is currently discontinued to preserve its integrity. Although SCP-030 can be damaged, it does not appear to feel pain, and will simply re-mold any portion of its anatomy that experiences deformation. Notably, SCP-030 cannot be molded directly by human hands, though any number of tools may be used to alter its surface. SCP-030 does not respirate, requires no sustenance, and produces no waste, although it does infrequently request a bath. SCP-030 refers to itself as "Ariel" and regularly requests that staff do the same. Questions regarding how SCP-030 was created and by whom are routinely answered with the seemingly rote statement: "I have been asked to forget that bit of information. Terribly sorry." SCP-030 delivers this response in the same tone and cadence each time any question regarding its origins or creator are presented. Given its composition and location of origin, a link to the Alchemists of Alagadda is suspected. SCP-030 was discovered 6/12/████ during a mandatory archaeological survey within London's Mortlake District pending construction of a car park. It was buried approximately 2.7 meters (9 feet) below street level, contained in a small stone sarcophagus. The sarcophagus bore no markings and was assumed to be that of a deceased infant as additional graves were discovered in the survey area. The sarcophagus lid was shattered during the excavation, exposing SCP-030 to daylight. Upon being struck by the sun's rays, SCP-030 roused from its inert state to one of mild activity within a few seconds, stating, "Good afternoon" to the assembled construction team. A member of the Foundation's Greater London recon force was summoned within hours and took the specimen into custody without resistance. The limited number of witnesses were given amnestics and released. Addendum 1: Document 030-C: Security Logs for SCP-030 Hide Document 030-C: Security Logs for SCP-030 9/14/████: Tracking system installed for SCP-030. 12/21/████: SCP-030 reports malfunction of its own tracking system. Repairs completed within six (6) hours. SCP-030 offers to assist, but is refused for security purposes. 3/13/████: SCP-030 completes 18-week seminar on Unknown Language Alpha ("Zephyr"), five (5) staff researchers considered fluent. Lexicography transmitted to O5-█. 7/2/████: While in consultation, Researcher ██████████ inadvertently makes several remarks regarding photovoltaic technology. Consultation ended before the researcher can substantively elaborate. 8/12/████: SCP-030 requests a supply of Magnesium and indicates it intends to ignite samples to study the light produced. Request denied by researchers. 11/14/████: Incident 030-1: Using only what appears to be standard potting soil, ginger (Zingiber officinale), a 72-gram sample of rutilated quartz, and a 23 cm length of coiled copper wire, SCP-030 produces an object/device capable of emitting notable levels of directed ultraviolet light through unknown means. Device is confiscated. Effects not currently replicable without direct intervention from SCP-030. Researchers currently in consultation to determine if this line of SCP-030's research will be permitted to continue. It is speculated SCP-030 may be working towards an alternative and possibly anomalous manifestation of the photoelectric effect after receiving only minimal information regarding its existence. All research by SCP-030 suspended and materials removed pending review. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-030" by Mulciber, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-030. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-031 | euclid | The Ryugyong Hotel, located in Pyongyang, Democratic People's Republic of Korea. Item #: SCP-031 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-031 is currently contained in the Ryugyong Hotel, located in the city of Pyongyang, Democratic People's Republic of Korea1. As the nation it is located in is currently governed by an authoritarian regime with near-complete control of state and national media, the possibility of information regarding SCP-031 being released to the world at large is minimal. As said regime is also cooperating with the Foundation in order to maintain physical security of the site, Foundation personnel are instructed to comply with their directives, so long as they do not interfere with larger Foundation aims. The structure of the Ryugyong Hotel serves to contain SCP-031 within the central spire. Three secondary spires (located at 120-degree intervals from the central pyramid) house Type-9 Heaven's Blade Restriction Systems2 calibrated to focus a disruptive energy field towards the central spire. Although unable to prevent physical escape of SCP-031, the system serves to prevent SCP-031's psychic energies from escaping the structure and affecting off-site personnel. Reclamation efforts of the hotel are currently underway, with local government forces utilizing hazmat-suited personnel armed with flame projectors and chemical sprayers to decontaminate areas affected by SCP-031. However, due to the slow pace of progress and SCP-031's defensive capabilities, reclamation efforts are drastically behind schedule.3 Personnel who become affected by SCP-031's psychic abilities are to be terminated immediately to prevent their bio-matter from becoming incorporated into its physical matrix. Description: SCP-031 is an amorphous organism with a mass of over 7,500 kg that has infiltrated the ductwork and maintenance infrastructure of the building. Tendrils emerging from SCP-031's central mass have spread through the hotel's plumbing and ductwork to all 105 floors of the building. At its peak, over 75% of the hotel's 3,000 rooms were contaminated by SCP-031. Reclamation efforts have destroyed ██% of the initial infestation, but over ███ rooms remain affected by SCP-031. SCP-031 tendrils terminate in a pod-like structure (sporocarp) consisting of an ovoid structure approximately two meters in length, with multiple cilia-like structures branching off of the main body. On some occasions, subjects in the presence of an SCP-031 sporocarp will instead perceive it as an individual the subject had a close emotional connection to in their past. The SCP-031 sporocarp will metamorphose into the shape of the person perceived, and attempt to persuade the subject to remain with them for an extended period of time. The SCP-031 sporocarp will next attempt to make physical contact with the targeted individual with their cilia-like structures. Digestive juices will be injected into the subject's body, and their flesh will be consumed and incorporated into SCP-031's body mass. In the meantime, a secondary flagellum will engulf the subject's cranium and brain, replacing the blood vessels with its own tendrils, which will maintain life support of the affected brain by some yet-undiscovered means. The tendrils will decerebrate the subject and transport the subject's cranium back through the building's ductwork where it is incorporated into the central mass. Footage taken through surveillance drones indicate that there are currently █,███ crainia in the network of tendrils attached to SCP-031's central mass. By all indications, the brains contained within are still alive, and may be conscious. History SCP-031 was recovered on 10/22/1948, following contradictory police records taken after a riot in the city of [REDACTED], where several civilians had gathered around a refugee camp professing love and devotion to a cultlike leader, whom they referred to as "The Beloved." Once initial contact and assessment was made, the civilians were pacified through widespread distribution of inhaled tranquilizers and aeresolized amnestics. MTF-Psi-7 was able to recover SCP-031's central mass and move it into containment. In its initial form, SCP-031 consisted of a single amorphous entity approximately 75 kg in weight, of vaguely humanoid shape. It had not yet manifested the ability to consume and incorporate human bio-matter into itself, or any mind-affecting properties aside from inspiring unusual feelings of love and devotion. As of 11/16/1948, SCP-031 had been classified as Safe and was in containment at Site-██. Unfortunately, the Korean Conflict (which began on 6/25/1950) resulted in the destruction of the Foundation containment site at Pyongyang and the loss of all anomalies contained within. By the end of the conflict in 1953, all other anomalies were accounted for (either recovered or confirmed destroyed) aside from SCP-031, which was presumed lost and in the wild. Foundation assets first became aware of the re-emergence of SCP-031 in 1992, when construction on the Ryugyong Hotel in Pyongyang suddenly halted. Personnel liaising with the local regime confirmed that an anomalous effect had resulted in the disappearance of numerous workers employed in the construction of the hotel, and a Foundation Mobile Task Force was dispatched to investigate. All members of the MTF were subsequently lost in action, and the site was locked-down and declared off-limits. All work on the Ryugyong Hotel ceased for over sixteen years, aside from the installation of the Heaven's Blade Restriction Systems on the secondary spires. In 2008, increased infiltration of SCP-031 into the building's infrastructure resulted in the possibility of its discovery by outside persons: the local regime immediately ordered that windows be installed on the structure to hide the existence of SCP-031 from others, resulting in the loss of ███ more construction workers. Unfortunately, this was perceived as the resumption of construction on the building, resulting in expectations that the structure would actually be completed and opened to the public in the future. Reclamation efforts commenced within the year, utilizing flame and solvent-projecting equipment to destroy SCP-031 tendrils and sporocarps, with each team accompanied by a political officer assigned to terminate any personnel who became assimilated into SCP-031. As of this current date4 reclamation efforts are still underway. Foundation personnel are continuing to liaise with the local regime and monitor their progress, which is slow but steady. Appendix 1: Excerpts from RAISA Email Server From: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones To: Records Office 2201 Subject: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031 Team, I have an issue that needs immediate clarification. I have the Ryugyong Hotel as the location of a mind-affecting stele from the Proto Afro-Asiatic Culture Group. As you can see, that's the same location as this brain-stealing flesh network. Are these two objects related at all? Is this hotel some kind of DPRK containment facility? If so, we should put that into the object's Special Containment Procedures File. Please reply at your earliest convenience. From: Records Office 2201 To: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones Re: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031 Eleanor, As far as my team can figure, there doesn't appear to be a link between the two objects. In fact, I'm getting conflicting reports from the Containment Teams regarding whether or not either of these objects actually exist. The 1427 team is insisting the hotel is the site for the Stele and there's no brain-eating flesh network there, and the DPRK government is part of the containment procedures. Then I have the team for SCP-031 insisting that the DPRK government's involvement is purely politically motivated (i.e. we don't want to get involved so long as they're taking care of it) and there's no such thing as a mind-affecting stele located within the building. Which is concerning, given that we've got two mind-affecting anomalies within the same space, and two teams with two separate stories here. Possible Eastern Samothrace situation? Gwen From: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones To: Records Office 2201 Re: SCP-031 and SCP-1427 Records Conflict (was: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031) Okay, someone needs to get to the bottom of this. We can't have a useful database with such blatantly contradictory information. Make it your first priority to resolve this. From: Records Office 2201 To: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones Re: SCP-031 and SCP-1427 Records Conflict (was: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031) Eleanor, Will do. Entered into the Tracker as 000-0031-F99ZX, with a sister ticket entered as 001-1427-F99ZX. Gwen From: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones To: Records Office 2201 Re: SCP-031 and SCP-1427 Records Conflict (was: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031) Team, can I get an update on this issue? From: Records Office 2201 To: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones Re: SCP-031 and SCP-1427 Records Conflict (was: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031) Eleanor, My apologies: I guess I wasn't clear that further updates would be sent out through the Tracker system. We're gathering information and assessing the situation. Will keep you informed. Gwen From: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones To: Records Office 2201 Re: SCP-031 and SCP-1427 Records Conflict (was: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031) Team, it's been three days. Can I please get the requested update? Or at least a deadline by which we'll have this issue resolved? From: Records Office 2201 To: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones Re: SCP-031 and SCP-1427 Records Conflict (was: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031) Eleanor, As I stated in Tracker Update 22 on this ticket, we've found that the problem is more complicated than we expected, requiring us to physically send a person from HQ over to Pyongyang to investigate. It's taken us some time to get through that North Korean red tape (totalitarian governments, amirite?) and to get the paperwork done to reassign Jenny's responsibilities while she's gone. Gwen From: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones To: Records Office 2201 Re: What's the holdup? (was: SCP-031 and SCP-1427 Records Conflict (was: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031)) Team, it's been two weeks. Why has there been no update on this issue? This is a highly time-sensitive issue, and your lack of progress is extremely disappointing. We need to get this resolved before Maria has to step in. From: Records Office 2201 To: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones Re: What's the holdup? (was: SCP-031 and SCP-1427 Records Conflict (was: Incomplete Special Containment Procedures File for SCP-031)) Eleanor I can assure you that, per your instructions, resolving this issue has been our top priority. We've been cross-referencing between the documentation, and the only discrepancy appears to be the fact that there are discrepancies. As in, all of the documentation for one project is internally consistent, and all of the documentation for the second project is internally consistent, it's only when you put them together that things don't make sense. We tried talking to the project leads of both teams, but neither of them seems to know the other exists. We tried having them look up the other team's SCP file in the system: they can read it just fine, but it doesn't make sense to them. SCP-031 team has no record of 1427 on site, and vice versa. We thought there might be some kind of time-space parallel dimensions thing going, so we had a member of each team try to meet up at the same place at the Ryugong Hotel (outside the front entrance). They were not able to find each other, despite confirming that they were both in the same place at the same time (photographs with timestamps attached). We then had the two team members try to meet up at a location outside the Hotel they were able to meet up just fine. When they tried to return to the hotel together, they lost track of each other and ended up not being able to find each other. We tried sending Jenny over to Pyongyang to investigate (that was a pain in the ass, given visa restrictions into North Korea). They weren't able to meet with both teams simultaneously, but they were able to meet with each team one on one. Both teams gave them a tour of their containment facility, and everything seemed to be in order. 31 team showed them the reclaimed rooms and the cleanup teams, while 1427 team showed them the location of the stele. Neither team was able to allow direct contact with the anomaly, because of the containment procedures, but they were able to confirm its existence through remote cameras. The DPRK team for 31 had no idea about the existence of any DPRK assets being used to contain 1427, and vice versa. This might not be too surprising given information controls in that country. To make things even worse, Jenny got a call from Eun-Mi at the KR branch asking what the hell a RAISA staff member was doing in the city: she contacted them, and as far as KR is concerned, we do not and have not had any assets in the Ryugyong Hotel! Jenny went so far as to ask Eun-Mi to take her to the hotel and show her around a bit, and when she got there, she couldn't find any trace of SCP-031, 1427, or the teams involved with either. So in conclusion, after three weeks of hard work, we can conclude, from the evidence, one of the following must be true: 1. SCP-031 exists, and SCP-1427 does not. 2. SCP-1427 exists, and SCP-031 does not. 3. Both SCP-1427 and SCP-031 exist, and there is an anomaly at the Ryugyong Hotel preventing either team from knowing about the other or proving the other exists. 4. Neither SCP-031 or SCP-1427 exist, and there is an anomaly at the Ryugyong Hotel creating the impression that it exists in the RAISA central staff, but the KR branch staff are not affected. 5. One or both of SCP-031 and SCP-1427 may or may not exist, and the KR branch are under a mind-affecting compulsion that they do not. Or we're under a compulsion that it does. 6. All or none or some of the above may be true simultaneously due to multi-worlds theory, parallel universes, or timey wimey fuckery shit and if you have any idea on what we can fucking do to fucking fix that shit ive got Gwen From: RAISA Associate Director Eleanor Jones To: Records Office 2201 Subject: New Directives Hello, Team, 1. Effective immediately, Gwenevere Kirkpatrick has been relieved of her duties as the project lead at Records Office 2201. 2. All Records Office 2201 staff are to make the resolution of tickets 000-0031-F99ZX and 001-1427-F99ZX their top priority. No other work on any other project is to continue until this issue is resolved. I want hourly reports until this matter is concluded. From: Director Maria Jones, Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration To: All RAISA Associate Directors Subject: ██-██-████ - A Fond Farewell and Other Updates. Good afternoon, RAISA staff. Thank you again for all your hard work. Today's email will be a short one. 1. The 3.14 update of SCUTTLE has been updated to snapshot 2207-D. Please remind your team leads to log into the test instance and confirm proper functionality. Send any bug reports to the SCUTTLE team as soon as possible. We know that this involves taking time out of your day for additional tasks, but the sooner we complete this wide-scale stress test, the sooner we can roll out the new version and put some fears to rest. 2. I am saddened to announce that Eleanor has chosen to retire due to health concerns. This announcement came as a surprise to me as well. Due to the sudden nature of her health crisis, she was unable to say goodbye to us before being transferred to ████████ Hospital, where I understand she is convalescing nicely. Please expect a follow-up email with a link to a crowdfunding page for a going-away gift for her, as well as an address where you can send cards, gifts, and other well-wishes. Until we can appoint a new AD to take over her projects, we will temporarily be splitting her teams up between several different existing ADs. Expect an announcement of the new Table of Organization by noon GMT. 3. Please take a moment during your next weekly team meeting to go over Section 22-B (Reporting Inconsistencies in Documentation) of your handbook with your staff, and make sure that everyone knows the proper procedures to follow if and when you end up with an information anomaly. - Maria Footnotes 1. North Korea. 2. A locally manufactured version of the Wright Psionic Field Disruptor. 3. Initial estimates were that SCP-031's central core would be reclaimed by 1989, but as of 2021, efforts are still ongoing. 4. 2/27/2021. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-031" by Anonymous, rewritten by DrClef, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-031. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-032 | euclid | Item #: SCP-032 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-032 is to be housed in Automated Containment Unit 535/15. Direct contact with SCP-032 is to be restricted to research-relevant tasks only. Interviews, if deemed necessary, are to be carried out using the Unit's remote communication array. While SCP-032's presence is not directly harmful to the human body, exposure to it is to be limited to periods of 12 hours or less due to its adverse effects on most beneficial microorganisms. SCP-032 is not to be exposed to any biological material not refined or otherwise tempered by humanity, with an emphasis on non-human living entities. For full list of classifications, see Document-032-RCL. SCP-032 neither requires nor requested substances or other forms of comfort. Description: SCP-032 is a Type-F (imperfect external resemblance, internally inconsistent) human simulacrum of currently unknown origins. It is composed of an outer shell of pigmented silicone (5.5 mm thick), and various plastic fiber polymers, with the outward appearance of a Caucasian woman nearing the third decade of life. SCP-032's interior is composed entirely of liquid refined oil, lacking any skeletal or muscle structure. Despite this, SCP-032 is capable of locomotion and speech. SCP-032 is capable of maintaining the illusion of humanity at a moderate distance, but becomes unconvincing at a closer range, causing mild discomfort in most observers. This effect has been deemed non-anomalous. Despite apparently possessing fully-realized cognitive abilities, SCP-032 claims that it is not sapient, acting only as an intermediary instrument of its creators. The Foundation has not been able to verify or refute this claim as of yet. SCP-032 possesses extreme adverse effects to any biological entity in its close vicinity not created, willfully influenced, manipulated by or similarly relating to humanity. While the exact nature of these effects varies, SCP-032's presence inevitably causes severe and irreparable damage to the ability of any living organism to exchange and/or use energy: wild flora loses its ability to photosynthesize or otherwise produce or consume energy, fauna the use of its respiratory and digestive systems, etc. This applies to microorganisms as well, though SCP-032's effects seem to favor damage to their reproductive systems instead. It is hypothesized that the symbiotic relation some microorganisms have to humanity is the reason for this discrepancy. SCP-032 was discovered sitting on the doorstep of the inner compound of Foundation Site-██ near ██████████, Slovakia. When questioned by Foundation security personnel, SCP-032 explained its anomalous effects and claimed it was there 'to be stored'. Surveillance footage show no record of the time of its arrival, and it is not yet known how SCP-032 came to know Site-██'s location or approach it without being spotted. When asked for its reason for seeking Foundation custody, SCP-032 replied that it was there at the command of its creators, seeking 'indefinite storage, until claimed'. Addendum: + Interview 032-A Hide Note: this interview was recorded near the time of SCP-032's initial containment by Dr. Alexander Kovac, Site-██ resident psychologist, following its initial examination by Site Security. <Begin Log> Dr. Kovac: Before we begin, there's something I feel I should ask you, since security so often neglects doing so. It's not strictly conforming to protocol, but I find it tends to make things easier. SCP-032: I was instructed to cooperate. Dr. Kovac: Good, very good. Tell me then, what is your name? SCP-032: I don't have one. People have names. I'm not one. Dr. Kovac: Is that so? What did your so-called creators call you then? SCP-032: They didn't. Dr. Kovac: Surely, they had to refer to you somehow? SCP-032: I am a vessel of their will, and nothing else. They never needed to call. They never will. Dr. Kovac: In that case, would you mind if I refer to you as SCP-032? SCP-032: I was instructed to cooperate. Dr. Kovac: So you said, so you said. Tell me then, what is the purpose of your coming here? SCP-032: I am to be stored here until collected. Dr. Kovac: Security told me that much, but why here, and collected by whom? SCP-032: Collected by the ones they wish to torment, and stored here because in finding me here he will suffer further. Dr. Kovac: Is that so? Is that person you refer to part of this organization then? Do your creators bear some grudge towards a particular operative? SCP-032: He is not one of you. Merely a… one-time sympathizer, of sorts. He believes you tried to help him once, and if he is forced here, if he finds me here, you will die. That will hurt him. They have no interest in any of you, or your organization. You are here as a tool, just as I am. Dr. Kovac: Who is this man then? What did he do to earn this sort of treatment from your creators? SCP-032: He did not know his place. Won when he should have lost, was proud when he should have been humbled. Was wasteful with gifts too precious for abuse. Dr. Kovac: And you are here as punishment? SCP-032: He was already punished. Severely. Forced away from kin and kind, to endlessly wander, to destroy against his will. To poison humanity by his very presence. Eternal solitude, flavored by ceaseless guilt. A masterwork of torment, they say. Dr. Kovac: If that's the case, why are you here? SCP-032: Because even in this existence, there is the occasional moment of solace. At times, he may yet look to the world and see things he will not destroy. Look to nature and feel warm wonder, and bask in the false light of ancient, moldy memories. It keeps him sane, gives him hope. That will not serve. Hence my presence. I am to be his last undoing, a hastening to the end of reason. Dr. Kovac: And how will your presence do that? Are you meant to deceive him in some way? Is that why you look the way you do? SCP-032: In a manner of speaking. Eventually, his wanderings will lead him here, to me. In a day, or a month, or a century. And he will recognize me, and see what they think of his precious memories. How they mock them. He'll understand that because of his actions, she is forever beyond his grasp, and all that remains to him is… me. A simulacrum as artificial as his hope. When he finds me, I will attach myself to him, and he will watch the mockery of his memories destroy his last source of solace. And that will be that. Dr. Kovac: I… um. You said he will recognize you. Why? SCP-032: I used to be his wife. <End Log> + Interview 032-B Hide Note: This interview was held six months following SCP-032's initial containment, as part of a series of interviews meant to evaluate SCP-032's cognitive abilities and personality, or lack thereof. <Begin Log> SCP-032: I hate her. Dr. Kovac: Well… that's certainly a way to start an interview. Care to elaborate? SCP-032: The one I was made to look like. My… mold. I hate her. Dr. Kovac: An interesting sentiment for you to have, considering your repeated assurance that you possess no consciousness or feelings of your own. SCP-032: I don't. I hate her because they want me to. It serves their purpose. Dr. Kovac: How do you get that impression? SCP-032: The first thing they did, after creating me, was to show her to me. It's not something they often do. Dr. Kovac: I don't follow. SCP-032: Interfere with those who passed beyond their halls. They might be vengeful, spiteful, even cruel, but they take their duties very seriously. Just to show her to me, to risk disturbing her final rest… they wouldn't do that without a purpose. Dr. Kovac: And- SCP-032: She was beautiful. So peaceful, serene. Whole. Even gone, even dead, I could see the essence of who she used to be… of who she still was, and forever will be. Her soul. They told me she didn't get to live for all that long, but when she lived… she was herself. She was alive. And so I hated her. SCP-032: Do you know what it feels like, to be made as a mockery? In every line of that smooth, silent face, I saw a twisted reflection in my own. Fragrant skin to molded plastic, soft hair to synthetic fiber, blood to oil. Soul to nothing at all. Dr. Kovac: Excuse me if this sounds presumptuous, but I can't imagine feelings like this coming from anywhere but yourself. SCP-032: [Shakes head] Can't you see? This is all a part of their plan. When he finds me, when he sees what the Brothers created just to punish him further… he'll go mad. Dr. Kovac: Because of what they did to the memory of his wife? SCP-032: Not only that. Because he'll see me. He'll see how much I hate her, and how much I hate myself for not being her. Hate being here at all. Dr. Kovac: And then what? SCP-032: Then… a final realization. Dr. Kovac: And what would that be? SCP-032: He never won. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-032" by Dmatix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-032. Licensed under CC-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-033 | euclid | Item #: SCP-033 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-033 should be inscribed on any single sheet of irregularly-shaped and hand-crafted paper, papyrus, canvas or vellum when not involved in active observation or study. The dimensions of the paper-like product should have no parallel borders, no right angles, and no side's length should be equal to any other (033-Safe dimensions). When contained in this manner, the paper-like product should be secured in a locked non-combination storage vault at least 30 meters from any computing or recording device. Logs for check-out or check-in of SCP-033 should be filled out at the minimum safe distance of 30 meters to avoid possible contamination of the paper product or electronic device the log is kept in. When removed for study, SCP-033 can be copied to a white/chalkboard with 033-Safe dimensions by Class D staff. Upon transfer to the white/chalkboard, the paper-like product that had contained SCP-033 should be incinerated. Observation and study should take place in a secured conference room at least 30 meters from any computing or recording device for the maximum 2560 second viewing window. All observations or notes should be made on 033-Safe materials. Under no circumstances should any notes regarding SCP-033 leave the storage facility or be input into a computing or recording device. At precisely 2000 seconds of viewing, research must stop and SCP-033 should be transferred to a new 033-Safe paper-like product and returned to storage by Class D staff. The white/chalkboard utilized in research must be incinerated as soon as possible after the transfer is complete, regardless of whether SCP-033 has faded "naturally" from its surface at 2560 seconds. Whether 033-Safe procedures halt or merely slow the deleterious effects of SCP-033 is unknown. It is theorized the irregular borders and hand-crafting by mathematically unpredictable humans somehow disrupt the logic which allows SCP-033 to function. Description: SCP-033 appears as a field of complex mathematical symbols ranging from simple layman-identifiable representations to those only interpretable by highly-trained mathematicians. The "sum" of the symbols is equal to a previously unknown integer (designated Theta Prime by Prof. Hutchinson) of intermediate value between █ and █. As all modern mathematical calculations are performed lacking the knowledge or use of SCP-033, its introduction into any system organized without it begins eroding the numerical and eventually structural integrity of said system. This effect extends to SCP-033's transfer to any paper-like (defined as paper, vellum, papyrus, canvas) surface not possessing 033-Safe dimensions or any computing or recording device it is input into. If inscribed on any other material, SCP-033 fades into unintelligibility in precisely 2560 seconds. In addition, SCP-033 has shown an ability to "leap" from an 033-Safe material to a manufactured or electronic material which it can destabilize in at least one (1) instance (Incident report 033-D), requiring the institution of a 30 meter safe distance for electronic devices and paper-like products without 033-Safe dimensions. There is currently no 033-Safe specification for electronic storage. █ of the ██ operational research projects involving SCP-033 are dedicated to finding such a method for electronic storage. ██ operational research projects are dedicated to the application of SCP-033 as a neutralizing factor for potentially hostile, machine logic-based SCP objects. Clarifying commentary from Prof. Hutchinson follows for non-specialist staff in document 033-A. Effects may be reviewed in document 033-Q. Document 033-A: Debriefing of Prof. Hutchinson after first observation. [Transcript edited for clarity] Prof. Hutchinson : Every school child knows that 2 plus 2 is 4. The solid mathematical certainty of numerical order and value is the basis for all logic-based systems. We know that after 2 comes 3 and after 3 comes 4. What this formula proves is that we missed a number somewhere. Imagine if all our technology was based on the belief that after 4 came 6. We simply didn't know or conceive of 5. That is, in essence, what this formula proves—we missed a number. Prof. Hutchinson : I can't tell you why the hand-crafted vellum works best. I can only surmise that it displaces mathematical predictability in two ways. One, the irregularity of the crafting process due to human error serves to eliminate any traces of regularity that would be found in a machine-created product. Two, the irregular borders seem to confuse it somehow, as if it gets locked up looking for a pattern to identify and use as an escape hatch. I'll tell you this, though, I don't think it should be left on anything longer than a few days. It will find a pattern eventually. Prof. Hutchinson : I don't think it "destroys" anything. I think it tries integrating itself into our system and our system can't hold it. It's like trying to cram another book into a full bookshelf. If you get a hammer, you can get it in there, but the whole shelf bursts eventually. If it gets out into the internet, we will potentially experience a full IT infrastructure collapse within hours. Document 033-Q: Test results, Trial 033-Delta 5. SCP-033 inscribed onto a single sheet of standard eight point five (8.5) by eleven (11) inch manufactured white copy paper (hereafter X1). A second sheet of identical paper (hereafter X2) placed 30 centimeters away. 80 seconds: Symbols consistent with the content of SCP-033 begin appearing on X2. X1 unchanged. 160 seconds: Full content of SCP-033's formulae appear on the surface of X2. X1 unchanged. 320 seconds: X1, X2 both appear wet. Symbols still visible. 640 seconds: X1 is now roughly one (1) part (apparently) water and five (5) parts pulp-like substance, still filling an eight point five (8.5) by eleven (11) inch flat plane. Symbols become unintelligible. X2 still appears wet, symbols visible. 1280 seconds: X1 no longer visible at all. Liquid part appears to have evaporated, pulp-like substance apparently sublimated. X2 now roughly one (1) part liquid and five (5) parts pulp-like substance, still filling an eight point five (8.5) by eleven (11) inch flat plane. Symbols unintelligible. 2560 seconds: X2 no longer visible at all. Liquid part appears to have evaporated, pulp-like substance apparently sublimated. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-033" by Mulciber, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-033. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-034 | safe | SCP-034 Item #: SCP-034 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-034 is to be kept in a secure room with access granted only to Level 4 personnel. SCP-034 itself will be kept in a locked case that is under 24-hour surveillance. When not in lab conditions, SCP-034's protective sheath cannot be removed under any circumstances. Any personnel in contact with SCP-034 must be placed under a 24-hour observation period until their identities can be confirmed. Description: SCP-034 is a primitive knife constructed out of pure obsidian. Tests reveal that SCP-034 is approximately 1000 years old. Despite its crude method of construction and age, SCP-034 is still incredibly sharp and requires no maintenance to retain its edge. Expert analysis hypothesizes that SCP-034 may be of South American origin, and that it may have been used in Native American rituals. Several accounts from Spanish conquistadors exploring the █████████ region support this hypothesis, with detailed writings on how █████ priests would flay their victims alive with similar knives and wear their skin as a tribute to their gods. SCP-034 has the ability to allow its bearer to take on the appearance of another individual. If SCP-034 is used to cut a piece of flesh from a living individual, and that piece of flesh is placed against the skin of another individual, the second individual would take on not only the appearance, but all physical characteristics of the first individual. Testing has shown that the minimum amount of skin required can be as little as one (1) square centimeter. However, testing has also revealed that the amount of time the transformation lasts is directly proportional to the amount of flesh used. The ratio of time the transformation lasts to flesh used has been measured at approximately one (1) hour for every square centimeter used. Once the time limit has passed, the affected individual will revert to their original form. Analysis of SCP-034's ability shows that its method of mimicking another individual is nearly flawless. Not only does SCP-034 change its bearer's physical appearance, but their actual physical attributes as well, including height, weight, muscle mass, bone density, hair growth, eyesight, strength, physical medical conditions, and even DNA. The only physical traits that are not carried over in the transformation process are wounds caused by SCP-034 itself. Subjects still retain their original personality and memories while transformed. Even though the process is nearly instantaneous, taking only a few seconds, human test subjects have described the transformation process as extremely painful. Subjects also may suffer psychological trauma depending on the extent of their physical transformation. Side effects are especially serious if the subject takes on the appearance of a person with differing gender or with wildly different physical attributes. However, in order to function properly, the individuals who have their flesh cut off by SCP-034 must still be biologically alive to maintain the transformation. Should the individual whose identity has been stolen expire, the effect immediately wears off. Further details may be found in Lab Report 034A. Also, SCP-034 only appears to work on human subjects. Cross-species experiments with SCP-034 have resulted in [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-034 came into Foundation possession when an imposter disguised as Dr. ███████ attempted to infiltrate Site ██. The impostor was apprehended when authorities discovered the real Dr. ███████ tied up in his home with a large portion of his right arm skinned. Further details may be found in Post Interrogation Report 2211. Lab Report-034A: We've decided to test several scenarios dealing with the limits of SCP-034's capabilities. *Test 1: Sample taken from deceased human cadaver and applied to subject D-452. There is no observable effect. *Test 2: Sample taken from D-532 and applied to D-452. D-452 successfully mimics D-532's appearance. Upon termination of D-532, D-452 immediately reverts back to original form. *Test 3: Sample taken from D-433 while under a medically induced coma and applied to subject D-452. D-452 successfully mimics D-433's appearance and manages to maintain the transformation and consciousness. *Test 4: Sample taken from a brain-dead medical patient who suffered a massive brain hemorrhage and applied to D-452. D-452 successfully mimics the patient's appearance but immediately loses consciousness upon transformation. D-452 does not regain consciousness until the transformation period expires. D-452 retains no memory of the event. *Test 5: Sample taken from D-625, who suffered a broken arm due to a confrontation with security staff. D-452 successfully mimics D-625's appearance, including the broken arm. D-452's broken arm is re-mended when the transformation period expires. *Test 6: Sample taken from a terminally ill medical patient and applied to D-452. The patient's terminal illness was caused by an inherent genetic defect. D-452 successfully mimics the patient's appearance as well as the patient's illness. Both the terminally ill patient and D-452 expire at the same time, after which D-452 reverts back to original form. *Test 7: Sample taken from a chimpanzee and applied to D-466. D-466 experiences rapid growth of hair across their entire body. There are otherwise no other significant physical or physiological changes. Body hair disappears when the transformation period expires. *Test 8: Sample taken from an Atlantic salmon and applied to D-466. There is no observable effect. *Test 9: Under O5 authorization, a sample taken from SCP-████ is applied to D-466. D-466 exhibits extremely adverse reaction upon transformation and [DATA EXPUNGED], resulting in significant damage to testing environment, multiple injuries among test and security staff, and the death of D-466. Testing of anomalous humanoids with SCP-034 is suspended indefinitely. Post Interrogation Report 2211: As per standard operating procedure, we first attempted to interrogate the prisoner via non-violent and non-invasive means. However, when such methods proved ineffective, we began to implement conventional interrogation techniques. While partially successful, we deemed it necessary to use SCP-███, SCP-███, SCP-███, and SCP-███. We managed to learn the following facts: *The prisoner had extensive knowledge on the existence of the Foundation and its inner workings. *The prisoner had extensive knowledge on other SCP-related agencies and groups. *The prisoner was not acting under any official capacity from any government agency. *The prisoner obtained SCP-034 and instructions on its operation from an unknown benefactor. *The prisoner was given very specific instructions to infiltrate Site-██ and maintain his position until further notice. *The prisoner had enough samples of Dr. ███████ to stay within Site-██ for ██ days. Regrettably, the prisoner did not survive interrogation. -Agent ██████ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-034" by SpoonOfEvil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-034. Licensed under CC-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-035 | keter | Depiction of SCP-035 without its ever-present secretions Item #: SCP-035 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-035 is to be kept within a hermetically sealed glass case, no fewer than 10 centimeters (4 inches) thick. This case is to be contained within a steel, iron and lead-shielded room at all times. Doors are to be triple-locked at all times, with the exception of allowing personnel in or out. No fewer than two (2) armed guards are to be posted at any time. Guards must remain outside at all times and are not allowed within the containment room under any circumstances. A trained psychologist is to remain on site at all times. Research personnel are not to touch SCP-035 at any time. SCP-035 must be moved to a new sealed case every two (2) weeks. The previous case must be disposed of via SCP-101, as it shows no adverse reactions to SCP-035's “corruption”. Anyone who comes into contact with SCP-035 when it is in possession of a host is to be given an immediate psychological evaluation. Description: SCP-035 appears to be a white porcelain comedy mask, although, at times, it will change to tragedy. In these events, all existing visual records, such as photographs, video footage, even illustrations, of SCP-035 automatically change to reflect its new appearance. A highly corrosive and degenerative viscous liquid constantly seeps from the eye and mouth holes of SCP-035. Anything coming into contact with this substance slowly decays over a period of time, depending on the material, until it has decayed completely into a pool of the original contaminant. Glass seems to react the slowest to the effects of the item, hence the construction choice of its immediate container. Living organisms that come into contact with the substance react much the same way, with no chance of recovery. Origin of the liquid is unknown. Liquid is only visible from the front, and does not emerge or is even visible from the other side. Subjects within 1.5 to 2 meters (5-6 feet) of SCP-035, or in visual contact with it, experience a strong urge to put it on. When SCP-035 is placed on the face of an individual, an alternate brain wave pattern from SCP-035 overlaps that of the original host, effectively snuffing it out and causing brain death to the subject. Subject then claims to be the consciousness contained within SCP-035. The bodies of "possessed" subjects decay at a highly accelerated rate, eventually becoming little more than mummified corpses. Nevertheless, SCP-035 has demonstrated the ability to remain in cognitive control of a body experiencing severe structural damage, even if the subject's body literally decays to the point where motion is not mechanically possible. No effect is found to be had when placed on the face of an animal. Conversations with SCP-035 have proven to be informative. Researchers have learned various details about other SCP objects and history in general, as SCP-035 claims to have been at many momentous events. SCP-035 displays a highly intelligent and charismatic personality, being both amiable and flattering to all those who speak with it. SCP-035 has scored in the 99th percentile on all intelligence and aptitude tests administered to it, and appears to have a photographic memory. However, psychological analysis has discovered SCP-035 to possess a highly manipulative nature, capable of forcing sudden and profound changes to interviewer's psychological state. SCP-035 has proven to be highly sadistic, prompting some to commit suicide and transforming others into near-mindless servants with linguistic persuasion alone. SCP-035 has stated that it has intimate knowledge of the workings of the human mind and implied that it could change anyone's views if given enough time. Additional: SCP-035 was found in a sealed crypt in an abandoned house in Venice, in 18██. Addendum 035-01: SCP-035 has been found to be able to possess anything that has a humanoid shape, including mannequins, corpses, and statues. SCP-035 has been able to motivate all into movement, removing the need to expose live subjects to SCP-035. Still, anything it possesses inevitably decays into motionlessness. Addendum 035-02: SCP-035 has facilitated an escape attempt, convincing several of the research staff to aid it in its bid for freedom. Insurrection failed. All staff that have been in contact with SCP-035 have been terminated, and mandatory psychiatric evaluations have been implemented for all personnel coming in contact with SCP-035. Addendum 035-03: It has been determined that SCP-035 is capable of telepathy, whether or not it possesses a host, even penetrating to the subconscious of others, and using the knowledge it finds to its advantage. Extreme caution is advised when choosing subjects to converse with SCP-035. Addendum 035-04: SCP-035 has expressed an interest in other SCPs, most notably SCP-4715 and SCP-682. Dr. ██████ has expressed worry that should SCP-035 bond with either, their regenerative qualities would negate its corruption and give it a permanent host. Addendum 035-05: After several more escape attempts, and after reviewing SCP-035's incident record, high command has ordered that it be permanently sealed within the facility and prohibited from being allowed any more hosts. Several personnel have protested against this, with some even erupting into violence. As a direct result, all personnel that have come into contact with SCP-035 have been terminated. Going forward, all personnel that deal with SCP-035 are to be rotated frequently, and contact is to be limited even to its dormant state to as little as possible. Addendum 035-06: Personnel within 10 meters of SCP-035 have recently reported feeling unease, stating that they can hear unintelligible whispering. Several others have suffered from severe migraines. Object has been monitored, but there is no change in its dormant behavior, and no sounds have been recorded. The motion to reinstate SCP-035's host privileges has been brought up once more, if only on a temporary basis to discover these new changes in the object's behavior. (Denied) Addendum 035-07: The walls of SCP-035's containment cell have suddenly begun secreting a black substance. Tests on the substance have revealed it to be human blood, although highly contaminated with several foreign and unknown agents. Substance is corrosive, having a pH of 4.5, and prolonged exposure to the walls has proven to be detrimental to their structural integrity. More notably, it seems to be forming patterns on the walls. Several segments seem to be paragraphs in various languages, including Italian, Latin, Greek, and Sanskrit. Translation is pending. Other segments appear to be diagrams depicting ritualistic sacrifice and mutilation, often for the arcane benefit of the person committing them. Several staff members have been shocked to note that all of the sacrifices bear an uncanny resemblance to various personnel and their loved ones, often in conflicting positions. Researchers while in the room examining these newly formed patterns have complained of hearing loud whispering, and high pitched, unnerving laughter at irregular intervals. Personnel in the section working daily near and around SCP-035's containment unit have suffered catastrophic morale damage, with an all time high in suicide rates in staff in that area, whether or not they have ever had contact with SCP-035. The only change in SCP-035's dormant behavior is regarding its contained glass case. Degradation of the case has increased to a high degree, enough so that the glass will occasionally shatter, causing a wide dispersal of SCP-035's contaminant. This occurs quite often at the most inopportune times, so far resulting in six (6) casualties and three (3) fatalities of both research and cleanup staff. Addendum 035-08: In light of the mass suicide/homicide of the members of the research team tasked with translating the passages garnered from SCP-035's containment cell, the morale damage in the area, and general loss of staff dealing with SCP-035 to either death or insanity, it has been decided to coat the inner and outer walls of its containment cell with SCP-148, which has proved well in the containment of SCP-132 (see Document 132-01), in order to hopefully block out the high levels of negativity being emitted by SCP-035. Addendum 035-09: The use of SCP-148 has worked well, causing morale and suicide rates to return to near pre-SCP-035 rates. However, the material appears to facilitate the negativity within the cell, causing a veritable "Greenhouse Effect" inside. Personnel inside the cell have stated that they feel a heavy sense of dread, fear, anger, and general depression, as well as hearing constant, nearly inaudible whispering upon immediate entry. A prolonged stay causes severe migraines, suicidal tendencies, heavy hemorrhaging of blood vessels around the eyes and inside the mouth and nose, general hostility to others, and for the whispering to increase to almost deafening volumes, intersected by a constant mocking laughter. Exposure of more than three (3) hours inevitably results in the subject falling into a deep psychosis, and attempting to harm either themselves or others. Most spoke in Latin or Greek, despite the fact that several did not previously know how to speak said languages beforehand. The presence of blood in both word and diagram formations has increased disproportionately, the walls becoming cluttered, and the formations beginning to overlap each other. The substance has proven to be both difficult to clean, and even more corrosive than was originally recorded, with a pH of roughly 2.4. General estimation gives the current walls a life of two (2) months before they will need replacement. It is becoming gradually more and more difficult to contain SCP-035, and the debate to reinstate its host privileges has once again come up. (Denied) Addendum 035-10: The walls, ceiling and floor of SCP-035's containment cell have now been completely saturated in blood. All personnel entering and guarding the area must wear full Hazmat protection suits. Constant cleaning efforts are being instated. Addendum 035-11: The magnitude, intensity, and recurrence of the phenomena that occur within SCP-035's containment cell have increased to an alarming degree. The cell door has been known to become locked of its own accord while personnel are inside, and unable to be opened for a period of time. Appendages form out of the larger puddles of blood and often attempt to grab or harm personnel near them. Blurry apparitions have started appearing to staff. Electronic devices no longer work inside the cell, and the light cannot be turned on, though there is no physical reason why it does not work, forcing those entering to use non-electric based light sources. Cleaning measures are having no discernible effect on the cell, and the walls are degrading at a very high rate, forcing them to be replaced within a week at best, although the blood makes it nearly impossible to properly achieve this. SCP-035 may have to be moved to a new cell entirely, with the old one sealed off and disengaged from the rest of the facility. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-035" by Kain Pathos Crow, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-036 | safe | The Pilgrimage Flight awaiting take-off Item #: SCP-036 Special Containment Procedures: Once every year, a mobile task force is dispatched from Containment Command-02 in [EXPUNGED] to Site-22A to defend the runway and airport located there. The civilian facility is to be cleared of all non-SCP personnel by 0400 hours of September 23 and none are allowed to return until sunrise the next day. On October 1, all civilians must be evacuated again before sunrise and will not be allowed on to Site-22A until the return of the "Pilgrimage flight." Pilgrims in transit from the "Arrival Flight" awaiting departure on the "Pilgrim Flight" may only be cross-examined by researchers with Level 3 security level clearance or higher. Description: SCP-036 includes the location, Site-22A (a small airport in the Mosul region of northern Iraq) and Site-22B (the destination of passengers boarding at Site-22A). The key components of SCP-036 are: The "Arrival flight"- A passenger plane (that varies in make and model from year to year) that arrives shortly before dawn on September 23. It appears on radar about 30-40 kilometers away from Site-22A. When it lands, "pilgrims" exit the plane and enter the terminal. No crew have ever left the plane. Observations have only revealed a masked pilot and co-pilot. This plane leaves quickly after pilgrims exit and does not wait for clearance for take off, nor does it identify itself upon approach for landing. The "Pilgrims"- People of the Yazidi faith that exit the "Arrival" plane, who are said to be undergoing the ''kiras guhorîn''. Each year they are examined and identified as various people of the Yazidi faith that have died during the previous year. This is done through birth certificates, photo IDs, specific knowledge questions, and when possible, finger printing. Most have been known to be friendly and amicable though most are reluctant to give details about the kiras guhorîn. In the past, all have shown to be unable to recognize family and friends or been able to remember any information beyond what short term memory would normally allow. In the late afternoon of September 23rd, most pilgrims begin to emphasize how important it is that their pilgrimage must begin. At that time, they file onto the "Pilgrimage flight" plane and depart, never to be seen again. The "Pilgrimage Flight"- A passenger plane provided by SCP personnel for the transport of "the pilgrims," it is manned by a crew of trained Yazidi holy men. The crew are typically never able to elaborate upon details of the pilgrimage or what the kiras guhorîn actually is. SCP equipment on board function optimally but recorded data will only slightly increase our understanding of the pilgrimage each year. Though the flight is gone for seven days, the crew and recorded data are only able to account for a few hours. Days are missing from time recording equipment and cameras, though nothing abnormal is ever observed. The plane disappears from radar and visual contact is lost about 50-60 km away from Site-22A until it returns about sunrise on October 1. Site-22B- The destination of the "Pilgrimage plane," it is a small airport consisting of a runway and single building located at coordinates [EXPUNGED]. It has only been observed by "Pilgrimage crew" and cameras on the plane. It does not appear on satellite images and attempts to reach it on foot have failed, once with disastrous results. Cameras have trouble focusing on the area, as the heat from the ground usually causes a mirage-like visual effect on all objects more than a few dozen meters from the plane. A fly over with an SCP reconnaissance plane several weeks before the pilgrimage revealed undeveloped land and what looked like an ancient stone statue. In the 1990s, SCP Mobile Task Force Sigma-4 attempted to reach Site-22B during the time of the pilgrimage. Upon the approach, communication was lost and the Task force was never heard from again. No other exploration attempts are advised during the seven (7) day pilgrimage. Yazidi Holy men shortly before the pilgrimage Originally, the Kurdish speaking Yazidi people around Mosul secretly performed the Pilgrimage themselves. Pilgrims from the east were escorted by masked armed guards on camel back into the care of Yazidi holy men. It has been explained that the holy men would then take the pilgrims west to their "land of the dead," where the pilgrims would wait to be "reborn" back into the Yazidi people. The ''kiras guhorîn'', literally Kurdish for "changing garments," is used to describe the belief of reincarnation that lesser souls of the Yazidi undergo. While this actual pilgrimage was done in secret, a symbolic pilgrimage and ''kiras guhorîn'' are performed every year at this time by other Yazidi. During the 1960s, land acquisition by Kurds and Muslims, attacks by Turks, and punitive laws by the Islamic Iraqi Government, restricted the movements and customs of the Yazidi. During that time, the Foundation stepped in and offered aid in the way of an advantageous clause that granted SCP planes unrestricted access to airport facilities in the area. Almost immediately, mysterious planes carrying pilgrims from the east began landing at the local airport and an elusive airport at the destination appeared as well. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-036" by FritzWillie, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-036. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-037 | euclid | Item #: SCP-037 Special Containment Procedure: SCP-037 is magnetically contained in a subterranean complex known as Site-22. Object size, spectral signature, and temperature are constantly monitored both onsite and remotely from Site-98. The primary containment chamber is lined with heat conducting, radiation-resistant NANOPEEK GFV polymer tiles and evacuated of any atmosphere. Heat from the object is radiated into the surrounding rock. Should enclosure integrity become compromised, the emergency system will generate a low power argon plasma shield. This is projected to provide a minimum of 4 hours for onsite engineers to effect necessary repairs before the object breaches containment. In the contingency that stellar evolution proceeds ahead of projections and a nova event appears imminent, or if containment failure is otherwise unavoidable, any remaining project staff are authorized to initiate the Pituaq Protocol. Description: SCP-037 appears to be a star approximately 5 cm (2 in) in diameter, with a luminosity of about 1*10-12 times that of our sun and a surface temperature of about 5000 K (determined by UBVRI analysis). The origin of SCP-037 is unknown, however, analysis suggests that it shares many properties in common with a typical main sequence star, other than its anomalously small size. It is theorized to have entered the Earth's magnetosphere via the North Magnetic Pole. The object was discovered in 19██ above the Beaufort Sea at approximately the North Magnetic Pole. Intense electromagnetic interference was reported by Canadian Forces Station (CFS) Alert, followed by an extremely bright object descending toward the ocean from the sky. The SCPS Guardian responded and discovered the object wavering in an erratic trajectory about 200 m above the surface of the water. Once containment procedures were devised it was transported to Site-32 for study. Containment and transport of SCP-037 have been achieved by the use of powerful electromagnets, to which the artifact aligns itself according to its own magnetic field. The primary challenge to containment thus far has been its powerful electromagnetic emissions, which are intense enough to be easily seen by the naked eye from high Earth orbit. Its current enclosure is located deep underground to prevent detection and to facilitate radiative cooling into the surrounding bedrock. In effect, the entire facility and the surrounding volume of the Earth's crust act as a massive heat sink. Addendum A: Over the past ██ years of study, the star has undergone a shift in emitted EM radiation, suggesting that it is undergoing stellar evolution at a vastly accelerated rate. If standard stellar models hold up, this will soon result in an increase in radius by a factor of 100 to 300 times, and a concomitant increase in radiated energy. Emergency containment contingencies are being studied for that eventuality. Further progression of the star's life cycle will likely terminate in a stellar nova, which is estimated to have a yield of ███████████. Extrapolations predict this to occur in ███████████. Research is underway for a method to arrest this development or to transport SCP-037 a safe distance from the planet before it occurs. Pituaq Protocol Sent August 5, 1977 To: O5 Council From: Dr. Innis Subject: SCP-037 Emergency Neutralization research Body: Sirs and madams, The agents embedded with the US DoD have managed to alter the project requirement for the NASA orbiter program. The vehicle will now be designed with enough space to accommodate SCP-037 and a temporary containment apparatus in order to facilitate transport off-planet. However, I continue to have reservations. Modern rocket technology simply is not reliable enough for the needs of this project. A single mistake could lead to launch failure and subsequent loss of containment, possibly catastrophically. Even a successful launch would have to proceed perfectly, lest the result be visible to observatories and instruments, and possibly the naked eye, around the world. There are numerous artifacts contained by the Foundation which might allow us to transport SCP-037 safely and cost-effectively to an adjacent dimension, universe, or esoteric domain. SCP-███ in particular might prove especially convenient for this purpose, considering the outcomes of recent attempts to explore it and the difficulty of Neutralization of SCP-037 might thus serve the added purpose of reducing or removing the threat posed by that anomaly, as well. I implore you to reconsider the Pituaq proposal, submitted in light of these concerns. END MESSAGE ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-037" by Dr. Klein, rewritten by SimpleCadence, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-037. Licensed under CC-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-038 | safe | Item #: SCP-038 Special Containment Procedure: SCP-038 is to be watered twice per day via overhead mister. Should the mister break for any reason, attendants should water SCP-038 by hand until it has been fixed. Lighting is provided by computer-controlled lighting array. Attendants watering SCP-038 by hand and maintenance personnel fixing mister or lighting should wear hazmat suits to prevent accidental cloning. Description: SCP-038 was found on an abandoned farm in █████████████, New York, in 19██. It was at first thought to be a common apple tree. However, upon closer inspection, it became apparent that SCP-038 was growing things other than apples and, in fact, other than fruit. SCP-038 has the ability to clone any object that touches its bark. Objects begin growing almost instantaneously and reach maturity within a matter of minutes. A weight limit of 90.9 kg (200 lb) per object has been previously recorded. Objects that SCP-038 has thus far cloned include: apples, oranges, watermelons, eggplants, candy bars, snack foods (See Addendum #1), televisions, toasters, laptops, keys (See Addendum #2), chairs, wine, DVDs, CDs (See Addendum #3), cats, dogs, and people. Human and animal cloning through SCP-038 is not recommended, as they appear to age quickly. The majority of these clones live, on average, two (2) weeks. After thorough examination of the deceased clones, it has been determined that they had begun to ferment before death. Object is currently held on Site-23 and there are currently no plans to move it. Addendum #1: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of items from the vending machines. (See Document #338-1) Addendum #2: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of personal items. (See Document #338-1) Addendum #3: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of movies and music. (See Document #338-1) Addendum #4: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of cans of Miller, Budweiser, and Foster's. Dr. Klein has furthermore expressed customary disapproval of the quality of such cloned items. (See Document #338-1b) Document #338-1: "I would like to remind all personnel that SCP-038 is not, I repeat, not a toy. It should not be used for cloning car keys, movies, music, or items from the vending machines. If this behavior continues I will be forced to limit access to SCP-038. - Dr. Klein" Document #338-2: It has been noted that SCP-038 is able to clone SCP-500 — however, such pills only work 30% of the time, with chance of successful healing dropping as time since cloned increases. In 60% of the cases where the infection is permanent, symptoms of infection remain, though further infection is neutralized. SCP-038 Partial Testing Log - select experiments only For full test records and reports, contact affiliated researchers for authorization Date: 11/08/████ Intent: Confirmation of mass limit: investigation into consequences of exceeding limit. Summary of test results: 400 pound steel ingot made contact with the outer bark of SCP-038. Chamber vacated as a precaution. Cloned ingot grew at typical speed, but growth halted abruptly short of completion. Examination of the end of the aborted facsimile revealed a rough texture superficially resembling miniature-scale tree bark. Item detached from SCP-038 as typical, and was subsequently found to weigh 90.91 kilograms, or almost precisely 200 pounds. Date: 11/08/████ Intent: Investigation into duplication of non-biological animate matter. Summary of test results: SCP-173, deemed a suitable test subject because of its lack of verifiable life processes, introduced into containment chamber by Class-D personnel. Contact made with the outer bark of SCP-038, and SCP-173 returned immediately to containment. SCP-173 facsimile began development at typical speed, beginning at point of contact. As consistent with previous results, growth halted at the 200-pound threshold, in this case terminating development after replication of the head, right arm, and partial upper torso. Class-D test subject was ordered to break eye contact with clone. When test subject eventually blinked, no movement was observed in cloned material. Extinguishing and reestablishment of containment chamber light supply revealed no apparent reaction from cloned material. Experiment concluded. During storage of cloned portion of SCP-173, it was observed that the partial facsimile was in fact making violent gestures, at a dramatically slower rate. Movement was shown to continue regardless of state of observation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-038" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-038. Licensed under CC-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-039 | euclid | by Kothardarastrix Item#: 039 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Living SCP-039 instances are to be contained in Site-77's Wilderness Observation Chamber-2B. The interior and exterior of WOC-2B must be monitored by 2 security guards at all times. WOC-2 is to be inspected weekly for sabotage and contraband. Deceased instances are in refrigerated storage and may be accessed for study upon request. SCP-039-A is [DATA EXPUNGED]. A male SCP-039 instance. Description: SCP-039 consists of twenty-three proboscis monkeys (Nasalis larvatus) which have been subject to radical anatomical changes. These alterations are summarized below: Eyes have been removed. New bone growth has filled eye sockets. No remnants of eyelids or eyebrows remain, only smooth skin. Extreme alterations to the mouth. Oral opening is no longer present; no remnants of lips remain, only smooth skin. Jawbone has been fused in place by new bone growth along the joints. Teeth, tongue, gums, and palate are absent, having been replaced by a large deposit of adipose tissue. Removal of digestive system. Esophagus, stomach, gallbladder, intestines, and bladder have all been replaced with adipose tissue formations of similar shape and volume. Anal orifice has been sealed by new skin growth, leaving no remnants of the anus. It is not clear how SCP-039 instances obtain nutrition and dispose of waste, or survive without doing so. Enhancements of auditory, tactile, and olfactory senses. Both absolute and difference thresholds are significantly lower than those of the baseline species. These enhancements allow SCP-039 to effectively navigate their environment despite lack of sight. Instances have been observed tapping on objects when navigating unfamiliar surroundings; this behavior has been theorized to be a form of rudimentary echolocation, but this is yet to be proven. Intelligence enhancements. SCP-039 score consistently higher on all provided cognitive tests than their non-anomalous equivalents. SCP-039 are capable of reproduction; at time of writing, five instances of SCP-039 have been born since containment. SCP-039 show a very close bond among their species, with newborns often being cared for by all capable adults. New instances are born with the same anatomic anomalies as their parents. Despite this, testing has not identified any genetic divergence from baseline species in SCP-039 instances. SCP-039 communicate via touch and a complex series of nasal vocalizations, many of which have not been observed in non-anomalous Nasalis larvatus. Original instances also possess a rudimentary understanding of spoken English. This knowledge is not passed on to newborns, but they do naturally learn some English from exposure to Foundation personnel. Instances of SCP-039 have demonstrated the ability to operate mechanical tools, and to perform various complex tasks primarily related to automobile construction and maintenance. This knowledge does not appear to be innate, as newborn instances do not possess it. Addendum SCP-039-1: Recovery Log SCP-039 were recovered in 1998, when Foundation forces raided a Prometheus Labs facility approximately twenty-five kilometers north-northwest of ███████, Nevada. The facility was found to have been abandoned an unknown amount of time prior to Prometheus Labs's collapse. Recovered objects of note included: Two automobiles, abandoned in the parking lot outside. A third automobile, partially disassembled in a cargo bay. An assortment of power tools, spare parts, paints, and other auto maintenance implements. An assortment of veterinary anesthetics, surgical implements, and [DATA EXPUNGED], located in an operating room. Twenty small cages, presumably for the purpose of containing SCP-039. All cages were empty and partially dismantled, with the doors removed. Two larger cages, likewise empty and dismantled, containing chimpanzee hair and feces. The frozen remains of a dissected SCP-039 instance, which lacked a nose or nasal passages in addition to the typical anomalies. The remains of three adult males, identified via dental analysis as Alan ██████, Damien ██████, and Cole ████. All three individuals had been killed by severe blunt trauma, and remains bore pre- and postmortem bite marks corresponding to chimpanzee dentition. The personal journal of Cole ████ (see Addendum 2). Eighteen instances of SCP-039. SCP-039-A. Addendum SCP-039-2: Personal Journal of Cole ████ Some entries appear to notate the early prototyping stage of SCP-039's development. These entries are reproduced below, with portions irrelevant to SCP-039 excised for brevity. Open Document-039 – hide block This is probably unnecessary, since Damien's keeping track of all the sciency stuff, but I need something to do. "Dear Diary," I should've brought more books to read. No scientific notes were recovered from the facility. Well, we got the monkeys today. Not the monkeys we wanted, mind you - these are freakin "proboscis monkeys". I asked that Wehrner guy what he was thinking when he got these things and he just shrugged, said we didn't specify what KIND of monkey we wanted. What kind of weirdo hears "monkey" and thinks "yeah, I'll get the fat ones with big noses"? We wanted rhesus macaques, just like literally every other research facility on the planet. Now we have to refit everything for twenty monkeys that are twice as big as we expected, or else stick them in cages that are too small. I wonder how he got these things, but I'm kind of afraid to ask. Dude says he's an actor, but I never heard of him. Maybe he's in German movies or something, with a name like that. Imagine having exotic animal smugling [sic] as your side job. What a weirdo. Including the deceased instance, only nineteen instances of SCP-039 were recovered from the facility. The whereabouts of the missing twentieth instance are unknown. In 1999, the twentieth instance was discovered in SCP-1328, living in an otherwise abandoned house belonging to the "Red Actors Troupe". The monkeys are doing fine, passing all the tests way better than they did when they could see. Damien says it's probably because they can remember it better, but I still think at least some of it has to do with not being distracted. I know I think better with my eyes closed. Took the nose off one of the monkeys today, to see what would happen. I just figured it would suffocate, but it didn't. Guess it gets its air from the same place as its food now. Makes me wonder just how much we could take out. If it's not breathing, does it really need a heart? That's about the only internal organ it's got left at this point. Pulling the heart won't improve the intelligence any, though, so there'd be no point. Just curious. The one with no nose isn't moving anymore. We thought he was dead at first, til we checked for a pulse. Poor guy must be depressed. I'd be pretty unhappy too, I guess, if I couldn't see or talk any of my friends but I could still hear them around me. If he doesn't shape up soon, we'll have to dissect him, see if we can figure out what happened. We're gonna leave the noses on the rest of them so this doesn't happen again. Called Wehrner, ordered some chimps. I made sure he knew exactly what animal I was talking about, so he won't show up with a fucking baboon or something. Dissected the noseless one today. Couldn't find anything obviously weird, brain was still intact and everything. Oh well. Damien said that the problem might be specific to this species, since the nose is so important to their social structure. I don't know about that, since I figure the eyes and mouth were pretty damn important too, but we won't know for sure until we try it on a different species. Wehrner brought us two chimps, both males. They're bigger than I expected. Now that we're done with the monkeys, we're handing them over to Alan. He's gonna try to teach them some tricks to impress potential donors. Alan says the monkeys are learning quick. I question the wisdom of teaching monkeys to use power tools, but Alan says they don't seem interested in getting up to mischief - "monkey business", ha - anymore. Must be the procedure. Decided to start with the nose instead this time, to see if that monkey really freaked out because it couldn't communicate or because sanity is somehow dependent on the nose or some shit. Probably should've tested that on the monkeys, but we were too busy trying to get out of feeding them to be properly scientific about it. I wish our grant request hadn't been denied. Then we'd have enough money for some trial and error and we wouldn't have to rely on some actor for our test subjects. I don't like the chimps. The monkeys were alright because they're so funny-looking, but the chimps are a little too much like hairy people for me. It feels like they're actually seeing me when they look, if that makes any sense. Doesn't help that I know they'e [sic] smarter now. I don't think they like me either. Can't wait til we take their eyes tomorrow. In other news, Alan actually got the monkeys to change the tires on his car. They looked funny doing it, like a furry little pit crew. These must be the smartest monkeys on the planet by now, and Alan says they're still learning. The monkeys are basically geniuses at this point. Alan had them wax his car, do an oil change, and some other car stuff that I don't understand. Hopefully that'll convince the guys upstairs to reconsider our grant, maybe give us what we need to move on to human experimentation. If that doesn't work, we might at least be able to sell these monkeys to MC&D or somebody as a cheaper, cuter alternative to real auto mechanics. One of the chimps tried to fucking bite me today. I'm not going back in there until we take the mouths, those bastards can starve for all I care. Damien can handle it. He still doesn't want to take the mouths yet, since those are their last facial features and he's afraid the same thing that happened to the monkey without a nose will happen to them. Got a call from Wehrner today. Said he had one more ape for us. I asked him what he was talking about, but he just laughed. Said he'd be here tomorrow and hung up. Doesn't he know we're already struggling? We don't have space for another damn monkey, much less food. Further information regarding SCP-039-A is restricted to personnel Level 3 and higher. Addendum 039-3: Information pertaining to SCP-039-A Input Level 3 Clearance Access Granted Special Containment Procedures: SCP-039-A is held in a standard human containment chamber, adjusted to accommodate its blindness. Description: SCP-039-A is an adult human male named Jacob ██████████. Via the same process that created SCP-039, SCP-039-A's eyes, nose, mouth, and associated organ systems have all been removed. It has experienced similar enhancements to its intelligence and remaining senses, as well as other psychological alterations. The following excerpts from Cole ████'s journal relate to SCP-039-A. It's a human. The "ape" Wehrner was talking about? It's a fucking person, a guy named Jake. Some crackhead he scraped up off the street, probably just promised him a bunch of drugs to lure him into that creepy red van Wehrner drives and then dumped him on us. I know our eventual goal here is to boost human intelligence, but we're not ready for human experimentation at this stage. Damien disagrees, says this is a big opportunity. If we can pull off a sucessful [sic] human prototype, then we're bound to get our grant approved, right? He's right, but that doesn't change the fact that this is a whole new level of illegal, not to mention dangerous. Not sure I want to do it just yet, not without approval from upstairs. FUCKING DAMIEN Last night that asshole went behind my back and operated on Jake. Took his whole damn face off, all at once. Jake's lucky he didn't drop dead right there from the shock. He still hasn't woken up yet, so it might still happen. I told Damien I'll feed him to the fucking chimps if he does this again. I am not prepared to dispose of a body! Shouldn't be hard out here in the middle of this damn desert, but still. Jake woke up today. Already moving around and everything. It's kind of creepy, how fast he recovered, and how calm he is about the whole thing. I guess he knew what he signed up for, but you'd think a guy would be at least a little weirded out when he wakes up without a face. Here's someting [sic] weird: Jake says he isn't craving drugs anymore. He still had some on him when he got here, crack or meth or I don't know what, but he wants us to get rid of it. According to him, he'd normally be wanting a fix right now, but he hasn't felt the urge since the operation. I don't know how taking his face off cured his addiction - it enhances intelligence, yeah, but it shouldn't alter your brain chemistry like that. Damien's as stumped as me; he's been knee-deep in that old-ass book that gave him this crazy idea in the first place trying to figure it out. I would offer to take a look at it, but I don't speak Latin. No books matching this description were recovered from the facility. Jake wanted to see the monkeys today, so (despite my better judgement) we took him to Alan. He was training them to build a car engine - and they were doing a great job, believe it or not - but they could tell somebody new was in the room. I guess they smelled him. A couple of them came over and he squatted down to pet them. Damien warned him that the monkeys aren't usually very friendly, but they didn't seem to mind. Reached up to touch his face, starting snorting a whole lot. Seemed kind of excited, I guess because they found a human who's like them. The whole thing was really weird. Now he wants to see the chimps, but I said no. We can't afford to let our only human test subject get mauled to death. Damien does think we can probably take their mouths off, though, since Jake didn't go nuts like the monkey. I guess we'll do that tomorrow, unless something weird happens with Jake. Damien doesn't want to do the chimps until after they meet Jake, says he wants to see if they make any unusual vocalizations. I don't know what he expects to see, but he says that after the way the monkeys acted yesterday it might be worth checking out. I said it's still too dangerous, but Damien got kind of shitty about it and said the chimps only act aggressive around me because I don't like them. Said I didn't have to come if I didn't want to, so I won't. I hope they throw shit at him. Well, this is creepy. Damien swears that Jake and the chimps actually COMMUNICATED. They did that same face-touching thing as the monkeys, and then they were hooting and stuff and he was nodding his head like he understood. Jake says he doesn't know what Damien's talking about, and I'm not sure what to think - it sounds crazy, but then again so does trusting a guy with no face. I'm starting to think we're in over our heads here. Knew we should've waited for that grant to start human testing. I wish fucking Wehrner hadn't brought us this guy. Oh, one more thing. Alan was having the monkeys repaint his car (starting to think he just did this as an excuse to get his car souped up for free) and one of them snuck off with a couple of tools. Took a while to notice he was gone, but me and Alan tracked the little guy down pretty easily, hanging around outside the chimp pen. Not sure where he left the tools, but we can look for them tomorrow. When MTF Epsilon-6 entered the facility, they discovered SCP-039-A living in what was presumably its quarters, sharing living space with several instances of SCP-039. Initial interactions were complicated by SCP-039-A's inability to speak, but once communication in writing was established, it willingly entered custody. Addendum 039-4: Interviews Re-Enter Level 3 Clearance Access Granted The following is an interview of SCP-039-A conducted by Researcher Lee Roy Carlson. It communicated its answers by typing on a computer. <begin log> Researcher Carlson: Good morning, SCP-039-A. [SCP-039-A waves at Researcher Carlson.] Researcher Carlson: I'm Researcher Lee Roy Carlson. [SCP-039-A offers Researcher Carlson a handshake, which he accepts.] Researcher Carlson: I'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened at the Prometheus Labs facility. [SCP-039-A nods.] Researcher Carlson: First, how do you know Wehrner Gillespie? SCP-039-A: [shrugs] He picked me up in Reno, pulled up beside me on the street in a red van, asked me if I wanted to become human. I asked him what the Hell he was talking about, and he told me there were some guys out in the desert somewhere who could fix me, make it so I never needed food or water ever again, make me smarter, too. Sounded too good to be true, like you said, but I figured I didn't have much to lose. Besides, he had drugs. So I got in that creepy-ass van with him and he took me out to that place in the desert. Researcher Carlson: Do you know anything else about him? [SCP-039-A shakes its head.] SCP-039-A: We didn't exactly have a heart-to-heart. Researcher Carlson: Did he say why he was interested in this project? SCP-039-A: Nope. Just said he was helping those guys at the lab find test subjects. Researcher Carlson: I see. Is there anything else you know about him? SCP-039-A: He said he was an actor. Oh, and the van had Florida plates. Researcher Carlson: Have you had any contact with Gillespie since he brought you to the facility? SCP-039-A: Nope. Researcher Carlson: Are you sure? There seemed to be some objects missing from the laboratory. And two chipmanzees. SCP-039-A: I'm sure. The chimps left on their own, after they killed those guys. Figured out how to open a door, ran off into the desert. Probably died out there, since they still needed food and water. Researcher Carlson: Then why didn't you leave the facility? SCP-039-A: Hey, just because I don't need water doesn't mean I can't have a heatstroke. Didn't need to worry about finding food or anything, so I decided to stick around. I figured somebody would find me eventually. Too bad it was you guys. Researcher Carlson: Hmm. Do you know anything about any books or research notes that the scientists who operated on you may have had? SCP-039-A: [shakes its head] Nope. Like I said, I was just a test subject. Researcher Carlson: Interesting. While we're on the subject, how exactly did the chimpanzees escape their cages? SCP-039-A: [shrugs] Beats me. Cole probably forgot to lock the cages or something. Researcher Carlson: Hmm. SCP-039-A: Even smart people make mistakes. Researcher Carlson: I suppose. Note: He's lying. I'm requesting the use of enhanced chemical interrogation techniques. -Researcher Carlson SCP-039-A: You don't believe me, do you? Researcher Carlson: I'll ask the questions, thanks. SCP-039-A: Will you? Or are you just going to sit there and write? Researcher Carlson: I'll write as long as I want. SCP-039-A: Fine then, take your time. It's not like I have anywhere else to be anyway. You're just going to put me back in my cell when we're done, right? Researcher Carlson: Right. [SCP-039-A removes its hands from the keyboard and leans back with them behind its head. Researcher Carlson finishes writing.] Researcher Carlson: Okay, SCP-039-A. Just one more question. SCP-039-A: You really enjoy calling me that, don't you? Makes it easier to forget I'm a person. Researcher Carlson: Are you able to communicate with the monkeys? SCP-039-A: What? Researcher Carlson: The journal we recovered indicates that you may have been able to communicate with them, and the altered chimpanzees, in some way. SCP-039-A: That must be Cole's journal. You know he's an idiot, right? Not to mention a dick. He didn't like me, or the chimps. Researcher Carlson: Are you saying that you can't communicate with other SCP-039 instances? SCP-039-A: I mean, can you communicate with your dog? They're smart animals. Researcher Carlson: Yes, but I can talk to my dog, and he can see me. You and the monkeys can't do either of those things. [SCP-039-A hesitates.] SCP-039-A: I'd like to go back to my cell now. [SCP-039-A crosses its arms.] Researcher Carlson: This interview is not over. [SCP-039-A does not respond.] Researcher Carlson: You're not going to cooperate, are you? [SCP-039-A shakes its head.] Researcher Carlson: Fine. But this isn't over. <end log> Researcher Carlson's request for chemical interrogation is pending Ethics Committee approval, as SCP-039-A's altered physiology, metabolism, and psychology make the effects of mnestics and similar drugs on it difficult to predict. Below is the transcript of Researcher Carlson's second interview with SCP-039-A, conducted the following day. <begin log> Researcher Carlson: Hello again, SCP-039-A. [SCP-039-A does not respond.] Researcher Carlson: I'd like to ask you some questions about the procedure that removed your face. [SCP-039-A nods, slowly.] Researcher Carlson: First, how was it performed? SCP-039-A: What do you mean? Researcher Carlson: Was it a surgical operation? A thaum- er, magical ritual? Were you genetically modified? SCP-039-A: [shrugs] They didn't tell me the specifics, and I was out during the operation. Researcher Carlson: You didn't ask? SCP-039-A: [shakes head] It's not like I would've understood the science anyway. They just told me it would make me smarter and I wouldn't have to eat anymore. And that I'd go blind, but my hearing would get better so it wouldn't be so bad. Researcher Carlson: And you agreed to this? SCP-039-A: [nods] You would have too. Researcher Carlson: What makes you say that? [SCP-039-A thinks briefly.] SCP-039-A: Rough estimate, how much money do you spend on food every month? Groceries, restaurants, everything. Researcher Carlson: Uh, a couple hundred bucks? It varies. SCP-039-A: Now, imagine that you still had those hundred bucks every month. That's more than a thousand a year. What would you buy with that? Something that you want but don't have right now, because of your budget. Researcher Carlson: …uh, well, I've been trying to complete my rare coin collection. SCP-039-A: Cool. So just think, if you didn't have to eat, you'd have all those rare coins. Researcher Carlson: Well, yeah, but I like eating. SCP-039-A: Do you? Or is that just your biological need to eat tricking your brain into enjoying something it doesn't really have a choice about? Researcher Carlson: Of course I like eating! I mean, maybe not always, but when I go to a fancy restaurant or something I do. SCP-039-A: Okay, fine. Let me put it like this. You want to lose some weight, right? Researcher Carlson: What? [Researcher Carlson looks down at his body.] SCP-039-A: Just guessing. Most of you people do. Researcher Carlson: Us people? SCP-039-A: People who can afford to eat. Before I got my face off, I only got to eat if I went to a homeless shelter or fished something out of the trash. But you have the opposite problem, don't you? Eating too much. Researcher Carlson: Well, I suppose so. SCP-039-A: Now, imagine if you never had to worry about that. If you didn't have to try and fail to exercise self-control when you reach for one more piece of cake, or one more deep-fried whatever. Because you can't eat, but that doesn't bother you because you don't want to anyway. Pretty soon after your operation your body will naturally reach a healthy weight. But you can still build muscle. Heck, I was skinny as a post before I got rid of my face. Now look at me! Researcher Carlson: Uh, I think I'll stick with my diet. SCP-039-A: How about this, then? How much time do you spend eating every day? Researcher Carlson: Look, I just want to know more about the procedure. This isn't necessary. SCP-039-A: You wanted to know why I volunteered, didn't you? I'm trying to explain it to you. Or do you not really want to know? Researcher Carlson: [sighs] Fine, carry on. SCP-039-A: So how much time do you spend eating? Researcher Carlson: I don't know, maybe an hour total? SCP-039-A: And how much time do you spend cooking? Shopping for food? Driving back and forth to the place where you shop, bringing in the groceries, putting them away? Or when you go to a restaurant, how much time do you waste deciding where to go, driving out there, waiting for your table, waiting to order, waiting for the food, waiting for the check. Then, after you eat, how much time do you spend shitting every day? How much of your life is wasted sitting on a toilet, wiping your own ass, smelling your own shit like an animal? Do you have any idea how much of your short life is wasted fulfilling base biological needs? How much of the stuff you WANT to do with your life never gets done, because you're too busy doing what you HAVE to? Researcher Carlson: [sighs] I understand that, but I like my face where it is. [SCP-039-A shakes its head slowly] SCP-039-A: Well, maybe if you were in the shoes that I was in you'd think differently. From where I was, a face was a small price to pay. I don't guess it matters now, though, since I'm in a box. Researcher Carlson: I'm sorry about that, but surely you can understand the kind of uproar that a man with no face would cause if we just let you wander around in public. [SCP-039-A hesitates for several seconds, fingers hovering above the keyboard.] SCP-039-A: Did you have any other questions? Researcher Carlson: Well, we're wondering if you've experienced any other psychological changes. The monkeys show much higher cognitive performance than unaltered ones, and we want to know if you've experienced anything similar. SCP-039-A: Definitely! It's a little more complicated than just being smarter, though. Researcher Carlson: How so? SCP-039-A: Well, it's all about attention. I can hear better now, what with the [SCP-039-A gestures at the upper half of its "face".] But I also listen better, if that makes any sense, because I'm not distracted any more. I never realized it before, and you probably don't either, I'm not sure anybody can if they still have a face, but people are always distracted. Thinking about a thousand different things, worrying about your job (or lack of one, in my case), trying to figure out what you're gonna have for dinner, where you're gonna sleep, how you're gonna get your next fix, whatever that is for you. But I don't have to deal with all that anymore, so I can pay attention, REALLY pay attention, when I'm listening, and remember all of it. And when I'm thinking, trying to solve a math problem or something, I can concentrate, REALLY concentrate. It's like the difference between being sober and being drunk. Researcher Carlson: Speaking of which: the documents we found indicate that you were addicted to drugs before the operation. SCP-039-A: I was a crackhead before they took my face off. But I haven't craved it even a little bit since the operation. Didn't even withdraw. That's interesting to you, I imagine? Researcher Carlson: Yes, it is. Do you know why this is the case? SCP-039-A: Not scientifically. Seemed like Damien and the other guys didn't expect that. But I do know [SCP-039-A pauses briefly.] SCP-039-A: intrinsically? Spiritually? I can feel it. If that makes any sense. Researcher Carlson: Can you explain this feeling? SCP-039-A: It's simple really. It's like what I was talking about with the food. Now that my face is gone, and a whole bunch of my organs too, I don't know which ones, exactly, but most of them, I'm cut off from that. Researcher Carlson: From what? SCP-039-A: Urges. Base instincts. The monkey brain. Before, my body craved things. Food, water, sex, drugs, booze. I could barely think. REALLY think, the way I do now. But not anymore. When they removed my face, they removed the monkey. Now it's just me in here. [SCP-039-A taps its forehead.] SCP-039-A: Just a rational human being in complete control of himself. <end log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-039" by Anonymous and Wilt, rewritten by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-039. Licensed under CC-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-040 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-040 Hazard Rating: Yellow Standard Containment Policies: Two-person residential module (no amenity restrictions) Access to site library, recreational facilities, cafeteria, and public areas (supervised) Dietary restriction (mild peanut allergy) Youth educational curriculum enrollment (Drs. Abernathy, Logan, and Izawa) Bi-weekly psychological review (Dr. Abernathy) Schedule B experimentation plan Special Containment Procedures: SCP-040-1a, 1c, and 1j have been approved to remain in the containment chamber with SCP-040 for purposes of the subject’s mental well-being. (Security Chief Special Order 392-5: ██/██/██). All other entities modified by SCP-040 during testing are to be disposed of after study according to standard biological specimen clearance protocols, as outlined in Document CDP-BIO-EN-1. DOB: c. 2000 (subject claimed to be 8 years old at DOC) POB: Unknown DOC: ██/██/2008 Height: 111 cm Weight: 20.7 kg Hair: Bright pink Eyes: Green (r) / yellow (l) heterochromia; black sclera (l) Other Notes: Blind in left eye. Skin sensitive to burns and easily bruised. Hair is brittle and falls out easily. Description: SCP-040 is a human child capable of at-will manipulation of the physical characteristics of living organisms. Modified organisms are collectively referred to as SCP-040-1. Modifications are primarily cosmetic, ranging from simple color and pattern changes to more involved shifts in bodily form and structure. The creation of new specialized organs is possible, but appears to be the limit of SCP-040’s ability and currently has a 66% failure rate in testing. Modifications are limited to what would be physically possible (regardless of the probability of such a feature naturally arising) – for example, while SCP-040 can grant an organism wings that does not naturally possess them, they will not permit the creature to fly without meeting other physical requirements. SCP-040-1 undergo behavior shifts as part of the modification process, acting with extreme loyalty to SCP-040 regardless of prior association. SCP-040’s anomalous property requires significant focus and time to enact and causes intense headaches and nausea when performed for more than a few minutes at a time. The effect becomes increasingly unreliable and inaccurate the smaller the modifications or more complex the changes are. SCP-040 is incapable of altering microscopic organisms, and has great difficulty in altering plant life. Dead organic matter may also be used, but must be used in conjunction with a living organism. Instances of SCP-040-1 cannot be modified more than once, though it is currently unknown if this is a hard limit of SCP-040’s properties, or from a lack of mastery over them. SCP-040’s emotional state is within acceptable boundaries for an individual of its age group, accounting for the effects of prolonged containment and parental seperation. Subject’s intelligence is slightly above-average for its age group. Behavior is generally cooperative. SCP-040 acclimatized quickly to containment, and responded well to the initial orientation and socialization programs. SCP-040 responds to the name "Forty", and does not appear to have any other given or chosen personal name. Recovery Summary: Subject was taken into custody on ██/██/2008 as part of the raid on the Keys to the Kingdom Christian Charter School for Gifted Youth in [REDACTED], Colorado. The raid’s primary objective, being the capture or execution of █████ ██████, a former CIA operative who had previously worked alongside Foundation intermediaries as part of Project Blackbook, Project Smilodon and Operation STARGATE from 1967 – 1971, was successful. ██████ was terminated on site and disposed of without incident. Of the 15 children recovered from the facility, SCP-040 was the only one to demonstrate anomalous properties: the others were administered amnestics and placed in Foundation-observed foster care. Interviews with staff at the school revealed that they were unaware of ██████’s prior history or any connection with Foundation operations. They were administered amnestics and put under a sixth-month communications monitor – no relapses were recorded. See Operation TATZELWURM after-action report for complete event record. Addendum-01: SCP-040 is currently allowed custody of the following SCP-040-1 instances. • SCP-040-1a – Symbiotic organism capable of changing size, shape, color, and texture in reaction to its environment. Subject serves as outer clothing, similar to a jacket or sweater, and absorbs nutrients from SCP-040’s bloodstream. Subject was recovered alongside SCP-040, and genetic testing reveals that the subject shares the majority of its genetic makeup with the common housecat (Felis catus). • SCP-040-1c – Spherical organism capable of flight by means of rubbery bladders filled with lighter-than-air gas mixture. Entity has eleven limbs terminating in opposable digits, and a complex respiratory system capable of replicating a wide variety of musical patterns. • SCP-040-1j – Quadrupedal organism covered in a thick coat of pink and blue fur. Entity has no eyes, a broad mouth with blunt teeth, and is capable of climbing up vertical surfaces. Occasionally used by SCP-040 as a means of transport. Addendum-02 The following interview excerpt is dated ██/██/2008, shortly after SCP-040’s initial containment and orientation sessions. Dr. Abernathy: Good morning, Forty. SCP-040: Good morning, Miss Abernathy. Dr. Abernathy: Sounds like you’re getting over your cold. SCP-040: Mm-hmm. Dr. Abernathy: I’m glad. Can I ask you a few questions before we start with today’s lesson? SCP-040: Yeah. Dr. Abernathy: Can you tell me about your parents? SCP-040: Mr. Green said that I don't have any. Dr. Abernathy: Can you tell me about Mr. Green, then?1 SCP-040: He was nice, but he wasn’t very good at talking. He would would would a-always talk l-l-like like this. But he wasn’t there a lot of the time. Most of the time it was the nurses looking after us. Dr. Abernathy: And what did they do for you? SCP-040: They’d play games with us and teach us things and sometimes they would make us wear these dumb helmets and sit quiet for a long time. Sometimes they’d put a movie on for us, if we behaved, but if we were bad they would lock us in our rooms. Dr. Abernathy: Can you tell me anything else? SCP-040: Hmmm…They always served us peas for dinner, and I hate peas, so I gave mine to Five, because she liked peas. But I think green beans are better. Addendum-03: ██/██/2009 - SCP-040 successfully reanimated a deceased human body during testing, using three specimens of brown rat (Rattus norvegicus) as the required living component. Resultant subject retained no memories of previous life, and was judged to be of the approximate mental capacity of a human toddler. SCP-040 was highly distressed by the event and refused further testing for the next three weeks. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-041 | safe | Item #: SCP-041 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-041 is to be hospitalized at Bio-Research Area 12. Though not Keter class, should SCP-041's abilities ever propagate beyond a reasonably containable area, the risk of SCP sensitive information being broadcast to the public remains too great a risk and warrants Area-Level isolation away from the general populace. SCP personnel wanting to keep their thoughts private are advised to remain outside of a fifteen (15) meter radius from SCP-041, beyond the designated red circle on the floor. It is beneficial to the mental health of SCP-041 to have a "sitter" in the room who watches television and concentrates on its programming. This allows SCP-041 to effectively "watch" television through the mind of someone else. The optimal sitter is a class-D personnel with below-average intelligence whose mind does not wander or have more than one train of thought at a time. Though not mind control, SCP-041 has used its abilities to coerce sitters into watching programming that they don't themselves enjoy. SCP-041's tastes vary between gore/slasher films (having even expressed interest in "snuff") and children's programming. Description: SCP-041 is a male human suffering from irreversible damage to his central nervous system, which is believed to have been caused by an infection of a rare strain of bacterial meningitis. Although antibiotics were successful in clearing the infection, the membranes surrounding his brain and spinal cord had reacted to the infection by severing many neurons connecting the central nervous system to the rest of the body. SCP-041 must rely on a respirator to sustain his breathing, a biventricular pacemaker to keep his heart beating, and a naso-gastric tube to provide nutrition. Visually, SCP-041 appears to be in a persistent vegetative state. However, observers in the presence of SCP-041 begin to realize that their thoughts, along with everyone else's in about a 10-meter radius from SCP-041, are broadcast in a semi-audible fashion. Aside from being the source, SCP-041 is also capable of broadcasting his own thoughts to those present. Anyone forming an idea using words will have those thoughts unwillingly transmitted to others in this range as "mind-audible speech," which cannot be recorded by any known equipment. (Correction: see Addendum-01). Mind-audible speech may be "heard" using whatever voice a subject chooses to think with; most typically this is the subject's normal voice (see Document-01). Visual thoughts and images are broadcast as well, but are not received as readily. Images are most effectively transmitted when both the sender and receiver have their eyes closed, the sender concentrates on a single object without environment or background, and the receiver’s mind is clear of conscious thoughts. Communication between subjects using visual images, particularly those not rooted in memory but in imagination, is usually difficult. The sender typically has trouble conceiving a highly-detailed mental object from a single point of view, while the receiver will often try to fill in gaps of missing information, ultimately resulting in the receiver seeing a different image from what was sent. The most difficult imagery to be successfully broadcast appears to be a person's face, particularly if the image is one of a person in motion. Although able to transmit his thoughts to others, SCP-041 is not very "talkative." Attempts to persuade SCP-041 to divulge any information about his abilities have been so far fruitless. SCP-041 is typically silent and normally will not respond to any direct attempts at communication. However, SCP-041 appears to have a sense of humor, as he interjects occasional comments into conversations of others. Addendum-01: While researcher ███████ ███████ was taking voice notes using a digital audio recorder, a fellow researcher was changing the television in SCP-041's room. While the television was on a channel of static, disembodied voices could be heard filtered through the white noise. Attempts to record mind-audible speech with white-noise generators and sound-recording equipment have begun to yield modest results, though most audio is garbled, and recorded sounds may or may not be voices and are widely left toward individual interpretations. Addendum-02: "It has come to my attention that several personnel have used SCP-041 as an ad-hoc 'she likes me/she likes me not' detector. This is one of the most appalling things I've ever heard. Are we safeguarding potentially world-destroying objects or are we in third grade?" — Dr. Klein. Document-01: Researcher's Quote: "Ya know, the first time I was in that room with Kent and forty-one, I kept hearing this singing. It was this little girl's voice singing some kid's song. It wasn't the TV and it definitely wasn't a radio… It was in our heads… ya know. So I think, 'Ya know, if I was stuck in bed, without anything else to do, I'd sing like a little girl too.' And then this voice comes into my head, 'Hey, it's not me… I don't know that tune", and then ol' Kent looks at me, gone all white in the face… ya know." Note: This event occurred after SCP-239 was placed in a chemically-induced coma. Any connection between the two SCPs is currently unconfirmed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-041" by FritzWillie, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-041. Licensed under CC-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-042 | safe | SCP-042 being made to stand through the use of electrified fence wire Item #: SCP-042 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-042 is currently housed within Minimum Security Paddock 12 at Bio-Research Area-32. Despite SCP-042's seeming disinclination to attempt escape at this point, security measures must still be maintained at all times. Previous attempts to maintain the health of the groundcover in Paddock 12 have failed to date. Despite regular watering, SCP-042's presence leaves the ground parched wherever it treads. As it has not been determined what happens to added water, the program of watering has been discontinued as unnecessary and potentially hazardous to the local water table. Monitoring of local well levels and sampling of the area's water is to be carried out on a weekly basis. Personnel interacting with SCP-042, including any handlers, medical personnel, feeders, and custodial staff, must submit to a thorough search, including [DATA REDACTED], prior to entrance into Paddock 12. Any personnel attempting to smuggle a weapon, or an object which can be used as a weapon, is to be immediately [DATA REDACTED]. Personnel are to undergo psychological screening once per week after interacting in any way with SCP-042. Medical personnel examining the wounds on SCP-042's back are to be closely monitored at all times, lest they attempt to euthanize SCP-042. Description: SCP-042 is an animal believed to be a member of the genus Equus. Its coat is white in color with some small brown spotting. It stands at 183 cm (18 hands) to its withers and weighs 710 kg. Its weight has dropped significantly since it has been in Foundation custody, due to both atrophy from lack of physical activity and refusal to eat. The liquid nutrient diet forcibly administered keeps it alive but it remains emaciated and weak. SCP-042 exhibits two large bone protrusions from its back, linked to powerful musculature (now atrophied) throughout its back. These bones end at 37 centimeters from the surface of its back, and they protrude from the skin at open, ragged wounds. To date, no healing has been observed of these wounds, though some clotting must be taking place for SCP-042 to have not bled out. SCP-042 exhibits a listless demeanor and has been unresponsive to any attempt by skilled handlers to incite activity. If allowed to do so, SCP-042 will lay down on the ground immobile, not moving to eat, drink, or relieve itself. Pain-response conditioning has proved somewhat effective in getting SCP-042 to rise so that it can be cleaned, but eventually it will attempt to lay down again no matter the strength of the shock administered, even to the point of losing consciousness. Researchers are divided as to SCP-042's level of intelligence. While some believe that it is simply an animal and no smarter than others of its genus, others have come to believe that it may in fact be sapient. It has been shown to make eye contact with persons entering Paddock 12, most of whom describe its looks as "pleading". SCP-042 has been involved in accidents on multiple occasions where it has been injured on pieces of equipment or its enclosure, which those arguing for intelligence believe to have been intentionally caused by SCP-042. Addendum: A request was submitted by Dr. P██████ to transfer SCP-042 to Bio-Research Area-4 on █/██/19██, which was approved by O5-5. Dr. P██████ altered transportation documents to indicate that SCP-042 was to be airlifted rather than transported by armed convoy. During transit, Dr. P██████ overpowered the pilot of the transport aircraft and took the controls, plunging the craft into a steep dive. Passengers and cargo experienced nearly a minute of weightlessness before security personnel regained control of the aircraft and leveled off. As Dr. P██████ was being bound and the plane landed, SCP-042 broke free of containment and kicked two security personnel to death in the cargo area. Cargo bay security footage shows that after this point, SCP-042 approached Dr. P██████ and touched its muzzle to his face. Dr. P██████ exhibited signs of euphoria while contact was maintained, but when additional security personnel subdued SCP-042 with tranquilizer darts and contact was broken, he collapsed into a catatonic state from which he did not recover. After a hearing concerning his actions, Dr. P██████ was euthanized while under Foundation medical care on ██/██/19██. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-042" by Unknown Author, rewritten by Skali Sharpnose, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-042. Licensed under CC-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-042-new.jpg Name: White Horse Closeup Author: Kim Newberg License: Public Domain Source: https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=8070&picture=white-horse-closeup |
SCP-043 | safe | SCP-043, inside its sleeve. Item #: SCP-043 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-043 requires no special containment, although it is recommended that SCP-043 not be used for purposes other than testing. A turntable is to be maintained in the same room for testing. Description: SCP-043 appears to be a vinyl copy of "The White Album" by the Beatles; however, upon closer inspection, the record has no grooves. In spite of this, the record will play from start to finish regardless of the starting position of the needle. When the twenty-ninth track is reached, instead of playing "Revolution 9", the disc stops spinning and faint breathing can be heard. Occasionally the entity responsible for the breathing will speak in a male voice. The entity will respond to questions and shows a profound encyclopedic knowledge of the music industry, musical theory, and obscure trivia about many bands and artists. However, the entity refuses to answer questions regarding The Beatles or its own personal details. Inside the jacket, a small handwritten note was found, reading: Limited Edition: 1/1 Thanks, John! xxx ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-043" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-043. Licensed under CC-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: whitealbum-new.jpg Author: Elenee FishTruck, Rudi Riet License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-043 Derivative of: Name: Three White Albums Author: Rudi Riet License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/rudiriet/3919843157/ |
SCP-044 | safe | Image capture of SCP-044 during an experiment titled "Upshot Knolte Ford Grable" Item #: SCP-044 Special Containment Procedures: A constant stream of hydrogen ions, unbound oxygen atoms, and other trace free radicals emanate from the muzzle of SCP-044 at all times. Because of this, the docking stations of SCP-044 are to be well-ventilated to keep dangerous gases and moisture from accumulating. Muzzle coverings are to be fitted at all times to keep birds and small animals from investigating the large open barrel of SCP-044. Addendum, ██/██/200█: As SCP-044 has not been involved in any significant incidents in the ██ years it has been held by the Foundation, SCP-044 has been reclassified as Safe. Must I really define “significant incidents”? If containment procedures and standard safety protocols are followed, 44 appears to be no more dangerous than any other big ███████ gun. No, the Bear Incident does not count. –O5-██ Description: SCP-044 is a howitzer, secretly manufactured in the late stages of the Second World War by Krupp engineers, personally supervised by Albert Speer, German Minister of Armaments and War Production under Adolf Hitler. SCP-044 is unique not only because of its size (251,000 kg, or 251 metric tonnes), but also because it fires unconventional artillery using an atypical delivery method. Rather than having a breech for loading shells, the rear of the barrel is configured into a massive air-compression chamber. Any object or pile of objects that fits may be loaded into SCP-044’s muzzle to be used as ammunition. Because of its size, SCP-044 must remain rail-mounted and requires two freight locomotives to move. Researchers believe that SCP-044 weakens molecular and atomic bonds in any material loaded into its muzzle. However, the method by which SCP-044 affects molecular bonds is not known, due primarily to the numerous complex mechanisms that compose the housing and workings of SCP-044. In fact, some mechanisms appear useless and seem to do nothing other than spin or make noise, even when SCP-044 is not supplied with power. Both equipment and personnel have been lost while exploring the inside of SCP-044’s barrel. When SCP-044 is fired, all matter within its barrel is ejected at a high rate of speed as a glowing red slug, proportional in size to the amount of mass loaded into the muzzle. Upon striking a solid object or the ground, the slug explodes with a yield proportional to the mass of the original ammunition, at no less than a ███% mass-to-energy conversion rate. The yield will also increase somewhat the longer the slug remains in the barrel. The greatest known yield was achieved when 'The Administrator's' 8,900 kg (19,500 lb) personal diesel pickup truck was loaded in its entirety into the muzzle of SCP-044 and fired in the pictured "experiment." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-044" by FritzWillie, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-044. Licensed under CC-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-44.jpg Name: Upshot-Knothole GRABLE.jpg Author: Department of Energy License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia |
SCP-045 | safe | Item #: SCP-045 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-045 is to be kept affixed to an examination platform in a hemispherical chamber measuring 5 meters in radius at Oceanographic Research Station 12, located at -██.██, -███.██ on the seafloor of the Pacific Ocean. The chamber is to be kept filled with gaseous neon at equilibrium pressure with the surrounding environment. The chamber is separated from habitable portions of the station by 5 meters of local seawater, and all interactions with SCP-045 are to be performed via telepresence or robotic means. The bindings that attach SCP-045 to its platform are fitted with quick-release latches, which are to be released when necessary to prevent a containment breach. Given the seismic activity associated with SCP-045, if the containment chamber is damaged or breached by seismological activity, SCP-045 should be recovered by remotely controlled drone vehicles and kept at least 10 meters from human-inhabited spaces until such time as repairs can be completed to the optimal containment chamber. Description: SCP-045 is an icosahedron composed of ice XII1 heavily occluded with planar fractures in a regular, complex pattern. SCP-045 has an average radius of 1.7 meters and density of 2.6 g/cm³, which is approximately twice that of non-anomalous ice XII. SCP-045 remains in a stable state at temperatures ranging from 0.074-500 kelvin (approx -273 ºC to 227 ºC) and pressures ranging from 0.4 pascals to 3 gigapascals (approx 3.95 microatmospheres to 29600 atmospheres). Although it is possible to melt or vaporize SCP-045 at temperatures and pressures outside of these ranges, the H2O involved is attracted to itself by unknown means and will remain within very close proximity unless forcibly separated. The water will refreeze as soon as conditions return to a position inside SCP-045's stable range and any subportions kept separate prior to refreezing will freeze into smaller icosahedrons identical in form and properties to the total amount of SCP-045. Based on available evidence, it is currently believed that SCP-045 is a 3-dimensional projection of a hypericosahedron.2 Research is ongoing to determine how SCP-045 is able to maintain a stable lower-dimensional projection and whether this can be adapted for use when interacting with other dimensionally anomalous SCP Items. At unpredictable intervals ranging from 2 weeks to 3 months, SCP-045 will spontaneously rotate around multiple axes simultaneously for a period no longer than 73 seconds. During this period, a series of small seismic events (<2.5 on the Richter scale) will occur in the immediate area of SCP-045. If SCP-045 is prevented from rotating, the seismic events increase in strength logarithmically to a maximum of 5.3 on the Richter scale. Following the end of the rotation period, the radius of SCP-045's effect will temporarily double for the same amount of time that it rotated. When gaseous nitrogen or argon3 come within 3.7 meters of any portion of SCP-045, they are replaced by different compounds. N2 is replaced by liquid water at a conversion rate of 1.00 mol N2 : 1.98 mol H2O and Ar is replaced by crystalline NaCl ("table salt") at a conversion rate of 1.00 mol Ar : 4.26 mol NaCl. SCP-045 was discovered in 1972 when a Foundation submarine scouting the Pacific abyssal plain for suitable locations for undersea bases was diverted to investigate the epicenter of a series of unexpectedly localized, strong tremors. SCP-045 was found lodged in a crevice, which had apparently prevented it from rotating. When removed from the crevice, it was brought towards the vessel for further study and, upon coming within range of the interior atmosphere, exhibited its anomalous effects. This resulted in a catastrophic breach of internal containment protocols and the loss of 12 crew members prior to SCP-045 being released and the submarine moving out of range. Addendum: Following several years of testing, it was accidentally discovered that SCP-045 also converts hydrogen gas into a random mixture of simple amino acids at a rate of 1 mol H2 : 0.04 mol amino acids. However, this conversion only occurs when the gas is diffused in saline water, such as that produced by SCP-045. Analysis of the seafloor surrounding the location where SCP-045 was discovered has revealed a large community of microfauna and microflora that is approximately 3 times as diverse as would be expected given the geography and location. All have biochemistry wherein the amino acids produced by SCP-045 are statistically overabundant, as compared to microbiota from similar geologic regions. Additionally, all thrive when immersed in pure saltwater devoid of other organic materials. Footnotes 1. A metastable form of water ice that is typically formed only within a narrow range of very high pressures and temperatures. 2. A regular "polyhedron" that exists in 4 spatial dimensions and has 600 regular tetrahedral facets. 3. Nitrogen composes approximately 78% of the Earth's atmosphere by volume. Argon composes approximately 0.93% of the Earth's atmosphere by volume. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-045" by Unknown Author, rewritten by Drewbear, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-045. Licensed under CC-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-046 | euclid | Separate offshoot of SCP-046, composed principally of members of genus Pteridium. Item #: SCP-046 Special Containment Procedures: The land surrounding SCP-046 has been purchased and surrounded by multiple layers of security, including fencing, barricades, and lethal-effect traps; multiple signs marking the area as private property are to be prominently displayed. The area is to be heavily guarded at all times to prevent access by civilians to SCP-046. All personnel working around or within a 50km radius of SCP-046 are to undergo rigorous medical testing to ensure the absence of any potentially life-threatening illnesses; additionally, increased mental health examinations are to be administered to ensure that no personnel inclined or potentially inclined towards self-harm or self-destructive tendencies are allowed within the 50km radius. Any injured personnel are to be evacuated to a hospital outside of the 50km zone around SCP-046. All vegetation surrounding SCP-046 is to be destroyed and all animals attempting to access SCP-046 are to be terminated and destroyed before reaching its outer perimeter. Any personnel showing unusual interest either in SCP-046 or in traveling to the region near SCP-046 are to undergo medical examinations as detailed above. Any modification to these containment procedures are to be approved by O5 command before being added to this containment document. Any personnel attempting to modify this document without appropriate authorization are to be demoted and reassigned. Description: SCP-046 is a predatory botanical mass located in southwestern Kentucky. SCP-046 is composed of two parts. SCP-046-1 is a large mass of vegetative matter, composed largely of plants indigenous to the region, including Quercus alba, Ilex aquifolium, and Lonicera sempervirens, though several offshoots composed of other plant species are also present. SCP-046-2 is the land in the immediate vicinity of SCP-046-1, extending to a roughly circular area twenty meters in radius from its base. This area is SCP-046's primary feeding area. SCP-046 is capable of attracting prey within a 50km radius through hallucinogenic means; all evacuations of personnel should carry them outside of this radius to disable SCP-046's effect. Animals (including humans) suffering from potentially life-threatening physical injuries or diseases, or who are afflicted by psychological disorders that induce self-destructive tendencies, feel a powerful compulsion to come to SCP-046-2 and lie in a prostrate position facing SCP-046-1. Individuals lying in such a position are rapidly attacked by an unusually powerful combination of saprophytic organisms and opportunistic infections, including several strains of methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) known to induce necrotizing fasciitis, also known as "flesh-eating bacteria"; a form of fungal spore similar to Stachybotrys chartarum, or "black mold," which poisons prey organisms and induces paralysis; and finally, complete consumption by several heretofore unknown species of insect that emerge from the inside of SCP-046-1 during the final stage of feeding. SCP-046 appears to derive nutrition through the complete digestion of affected individuals, particularly larger mammals such as humans. It is unknown whether SCP-046 is capable of growth; as such, all steps are to be taken to ensure that SCP-046 is deprived of prey until more information is known about its abilities. These efforts are to include terminating individuals prior to their arrival at SCP-046 and disposing of their bodies in a separate location. Addendum 046-A Investigation is ongoing into potential memetic effects brought about by knowledge of SCP-046 due to anomalous effects demonstrated by certain personnel in response to SCP-046. Access to Document 046-07 is restricted to Level 4 personnel and above. Document 046-07 Hide Large offshoot of SCP-046, composed largely of blue corydalis. Item #: SCP-046 Special Containment Procedures: The land surrounding SCP-046 is to be cordoned off, marked as private property, and surrounded by multiple layers of fencing. The area is to be guarded by no less than ten guards, though minimal armaments are required. While knowledge of SCP-046's effects is not to be made widely known, personnel afflicted with life-threatening diseases may be permitted to enter SCP-046-2 after psychological screening for self-destructive tendencies. Likewise, D-class personnel selected for termination may be effectively exposed to SCP-046-2 to facilitate this process. Due to the lack of threat to Foundation security, individuals not employed by the Foundation may be permitted access to SCP-046, though Foundation needs for access take first priority. Description: SCP-046 is composed of two parts. SCP-046-1 is a cylindrical area 5m in diameter and 30m tall containing several species of plant matter, including Quericus alba (white oak), Ilex aquifolium (European holly bush), and Lonicera sempervirens (Kentucky honeysuckle), though several offshoots composed of other plant species are also present. No anomalous traits have been detected in the molecular composition of the plants. SCP-046-2 is a clearing of grass extending approximately twenty meters around SCP-046-1. SCP-046's anomalous effects extend principally to animals, including humans, that are threatened by chronic or debilitating illnesses or injuries. SCP-046 is frequently visited by such individuals; humans of this type report having felt a compulsion to travel to SCP-046's location, often reporting that the location "came to them in a dream." Psychological evaluations have consistently shown that such individuals were not previously aware of either the Foundation or SCP-046's specific properties. Individuals feeling this compulsion have all reported having been within a 50km radius of SCP-046 at the time; this is believed to be the outer range of the object's compulsive range. Individuals who come to SCP-046 consistently describe a dream in which they lie down in the vicinity of SCP-046-1 and rest. Immediately upon entering SCP-046-2, individuals suffering from chronic pain or traumatic mental conditions will describe their symptoms as receding, accompanied by a feeling of calmness, relaxation, and euphoria. Individuals lying down in front of SCP-046-1 will begin to be covered by several vines similar to runners of Cynodon dactylon plants, also known as Bermuda grass, followed by the apparent sprouting of C. dactylon all over the body. SCP-046 has no compulsive properties and its effects will only manifest on individuals willing to experience the effects voluntarily. Individuals exposed to SCP-046 will remain communicative until they are no longer visible beneath the grass growing across their bodies. All individuals exposed to SCP-046's effects describe a feeling of peace and serenity, and a happiness that they were able to die pleasantly. SCP-046 appears to fully decompose individuals exposed to its effects within two hours and may or may not use decomposed tissue as a food source. Addendum 046-1: SCP-046 to be reclassified as Euclid and primary containment document to be rewritten to demonstrate SCP-046's predatory nature by order of O5 command. Any references to "voluntary individuals" are to be removed. Description to be rewritten to emphasize volatile and lethal nature of SCP-046 and potential threat thereof. Addendum 046-2: There is no evidence whatsoever that SCP-046 is "predatory" or has any desire to harm any creature unwilling to expose itself to SCP-046's effects. Suggest original containment procedures be reenacted and voluntary access to SCP-046 continued. No individuals are capable of breaching Foundation security once exposed to SCP-046; as such, there is no reason to deny afflicted individuals the opportunity for relief. Likewise, there is no reason to make this entity seem more hostile than it actually is, aside from a desire to portray every object in Foundation custody as dangerous. Some things must be contained simply because they are strange. —Dr. Edward Carter, head researcher, SCP-046 Addendum 046-3: Dr. Carter, principal researcher for SCP-046, is to be removed from his position and reassigned to the SCP-1250 project. Addendum 046-1 stands by order of O5 command. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-046" by Eskobar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-046. Licensed under CC-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: 46-1.jpg Name: Bracken (Pteridium sp) Author: Evelyn Simak License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: [https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/5569811] Filename: 46-2.jpg Name: Primula florindae yellow & Corydalis flexuosa Author: peganum License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: [https://www.flickr.com/photos/26698606@N03/4742259412/] |
SCP-047 | keter | SCP-047 in situ before recovery from Site-██ Secure Laboratory after a containment breach. Item #: SCP-047 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-047 is to be contained in a 0.5 m x 0.5 m x 1 m hermetically sealed storage box at all times. This box is to be locked in storage locker 047a, inside P3-secure biohazard lab 047b. Any entrance to and activity inside 047b will be recorded by biometric scan, closed circuit camera, and [REDACTED]. Entry to 047b requires the authorization of the project manager, in addition to at least one O5 level clearance. SCP-047 is to be treated as a Priority 4 Contagious Biohazard in all protocols, including mandatory quarantine if exposed. Suite q047 has been provided, adjunct to lab 047b, for this purpose. In the event of outside contamination of SCP-047-1, Lockdown Protocol 047-01 "Yersinia" must be engaged. Description: SCP-047 is a heavily rusted, breached gas cylinder made of an iron-[REDACTED] alloy. When exposed to open air, the material of the cylinder evaporates slowly, producing a previously undocumented mutagenic gas. This gas has no effect on eukaryotic organisms (e.g. humans), but profoundly alters prokaryotes, showing preference for common human microbiota - the natural microorganisms that live on the skin and throughout the body. On rare occasions these mutations produce a "superbug" (collectively known as SCP-047-1), a natural commensal with enhanced survivability and therefore opportunistic pathogenicity. The pattern of changes induced by SCP-047 suggests that these highly infectious microbes are, at least to some degree, selected for. Although the specifics of SCP-047-1 species are dependent on the base bacterium from which it is derived, there are several characteristics which appear to be generally consistent across all cases of SCP-047-1 mutation: Enhanced survivability in the bacterium's natural environment and similar environments; Full spectrum antibiotic resistance; Increased reproduction rate and consumption of available material; Development of a sporulation ability in gram-positive bacteria; Increased ability to uptake, hold, and share plasmids, particularly in gram-negative bacteria; Increased transmission, due to traits described above. SCP-047-1 samples are normally debilitating and virulent. However, compared to other Keter-class SCPs, it should be noted that SCP-047-1 have a relatively low mortality rate due to their action through "mundane" biological pathways. Several strains of bacteria have been selectively mutated by SCP-047. Mutation of bacteria in culture is possible, but the process appears to be much more effective with bacteria living on a human host. Generally, mutation of natural commensals for experimental purposes is encouraged. After the containment breach of 30/01/2010 (See Incident Report Yersinia-047-01 (2010)), mutation of already-pathogenic species is banned and all existing samples must be destroyed. Three particular species of SCP-047-1 mutated bacteria are of note, due to their involvement in the containment breach of ██/██/201█: D-15978 infected with P-047-A, 2 days after initial exposure. Propionibacterium 047-A is a strain of Propionibacterium acnes mutated by SCP-047. > Show details < Hide details Pathogenicity: Severe skin colonisation around sebaceous glands. Modification of skin pH to levels that become toxic to skin cells. Massive inflammation and immune cell infiltration. Eventual breakdown of skin structure leading to sepsis. Transmission: Transmitted by skin-to-skin contact. Can remain active on inorganic surfaces for up to five hours. Lethality: Approximately 40% mortality rate. Runs its course in 2-6 weeks. Very visible symptoms within 5-10 hours; contagious within 2-5 hours. Handling: As soon as visible symptoms form, victims must be quarantined. Deceased victims should be incinerated. Streptococcus 047-C is a strain of Streptococcus mitis mutated by SCP-047. > Show details < Hide details Pathogenicity: Causes inflammation of the mouth and esophagus initially. Leads to open sores in the mouth, which result in S-047-C entering the bloodstream and becoming septic. Death is usually due to infectious endocarditis. Transmission: Droplet. Can remain active indefinitely by sporulation. Lethality: Approximately 35% mortality rate. May become a recurring chronic condition if nonlethal. Handling: Subjects with any sign of mouth infection should be quarantined. Deceased victims should be incinerated. Clostridium 047-A is a strain of Clostridium difficile mutated by SCP-047. > Show details < Hide details Pathogenicity: Unknown. C-047-A was developed from tissue culture and has never been exposed to a human. No samples remain in Foundation control. Transmission: Unknown. Presumably transmitted through fecal contamination, as with C. difficile. Due to smaller, more robust spores, may also aerosolise with flatus. Effects of aerosol intake of C-047-A cannot be predicted. Lethality: Unknown. Presumed extremely high risk of destruction of endothelial lining of gastrointestinal tract, leading to inflammation, sepsis, toxic megacolon. Handling: Until further research has been done, victims should be quarantined and placed under 24-hour medical observation to develop functional diagnostics for this strain. Deceased victims should not be incinerated until adequate etiological research has been performed. Recovery Log 047: SCP-047 was recovered from the Site-██ Secure Laboratory by a Foundation Biohazard Recovery Team in response to a full compromise situation on ██/██/199█. Testing logs indicate that the research team was attempting to contain [DATA EXPUNGED] in a class-██ SCP-stable pressure cylinder, which led to [REDACTED] combining with [REDACTED]. A full molecular biological analysis of this is available in [REDACTED]. The initial release of gas when SCP-047 was structurally compromised was sufficient to cause a microbiotal "bloom" of uncounted species of SCP-047-1, killing all staff in the lab within █ hours. Exposed Site-██ staff obeyed standard Foundation quarantine/containment protocol, and the infection was contained successfully. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-047" by Erku, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-047. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-048 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-048 Special Containment Procedures: The designation SCP-048 is to be retired from the SCP catalog. No future SCPs are to be assigned this number. Description: SCP-048 has long been considered the "cursed SCP number" by SCP staff: any items given this designation tend to be destroyed, decommissioned, stolen, or otherwise lost to the Foundation, usually through no fault of any individual person. In addition, personnel assigned to SCP-048 in its various incarnations have had a 50% higher rate of turnover due to death, dismemberment, and disciplinary action. Whether or not the number 048 actually has any supernatural qualities is unknown, but given the superstition around this number, the designation has been removed from the catalog in order to help maintain employee morale. Addendum 1: This is ridiculous. I'll prove to you superstitious bastards that you're all just being pussies. The restriction on SCP-048 is now removed and assigned to [DATA EXPUNGED]. - Dr. Cortez. Addendum 2: SCP-048, [DATA EXPUNGED], was accidentally thrown into the trash this morning and lost. In an unrelated incident, Dr. Cortez's arms were accidentally traumatically amputated in a horrific lunchroom blender accident. SCP-048 closed. - O5-11 Addendum 3: SCP-048 has been once again removed from the archives, after it became highly apparent that no such "Vampyre Boat" had ever existed, much less come under Foundation control. It's currently believed that this error occurred when a low-level researcher attempted to save his "awesome story idea" to his hard drive and instead overwrote the blank slot reserved for SCP-048. Said researcher has been removed from any and all archival duties for the time being. - O5-11 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-048" by DrClef, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-048. Licensed under CC-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-049 | euclid | This is a collab between myself and djkaktus, refining ol' plague boy into something more appropriate for today's standards. Huge thanks to TheeSherm, Taylor_itkin, Doctor Cimmerian, and VolgunStrife for the awesome work on the audio logs. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-049. Item #: SCP-049 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-049 is contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in Research Sector-02 at Site-19. SCP-049 must be sedated before any attempts to transport it. During transport, SCP-049 must be secured within a Class III Humanoid Restriction Harness (including a locking collar and extension restraints) and monitored by no fewer than two armed guards. While SCP-049 is generally cooperative with most Foundation personnel, outbursts or sudden changes in behaviour are to be met with elevated force. Under no circumstances should any personnel come into direct contact with SCP-049 during these outbursts. In the event SCP-049 becomes aggressive, the application of lavender (L. multifida) has been shown to produce a calming effect on the entity. Once calmed, SCP-049 generally becomes compliant, and will return to containment with little resistance. In order to facilitate the ongoing containment of SCP-049, the entity is to be provided with the corpse of a recently deceased animal (typically a bovine or other large mammal) once every two weeks for study. Corpses that become instances of SCP-049-2 are to be removed from SCP-049's containment cell and incinerated. SCP-049 is no longer permitted to interact with human subjects, and requests for human subjects are to be denied. Temporary Containment Procedure Update: (See Addendum 049.3) Per Containment Committee Order 049.S19.17.1, SCP-049 is no longer permitted to interact directly with any members of Foundation staff, nor is it to be provided with any additional corpses to be used in its surgeries. This order shall persist indefinitely, until such time a consensus regarding the ongoing containment of SCP-049 can be reached. Description: SCP-049 is a humanoid entity, roughly 1.9 meters in height, which bears the appearance of a medieval plague doctor. While SCP-049 appears to be wearing the thick robes and the ceramic mask indicative of that profession, the garments instead seem to have grown out of SCP-049's body over time1, and are now nearly indistinguishable from whatever form is beneath them. X-rays indicate that despite this, SCP-049 does have a humanoid skeletal structure beneath its outer layer. X-Ray imaging of SCP-049's facial structure. SCP-049 is capable of speech in a variety of languages, though tends to prefer English or medieval French2. While SCP-049 is generally cordial and cooperative with Foundation staff, it can become especially irritated or at times outright aggressive if it feels that it is in the presence of what it calls the "Pestilence". Although the exact nature of this Pestilence is currently unknown to Foundation researchers, it does seem to be an issue of immense concern to SCP-049. SCP-049 will become hostile with individuals it sees as being affected by the Pestilence, often having to be restrained should it encounter such. If left unchecked, SCP-049 will generally attempt to kill any such individual; SCP-049 is capable of causing all biological functions of an organism to cease through direct skin contact. How this occurs is currently unknown, and autopsies of SCP-049's victims have invariably been inconclusive. SCP-049 has expressed frustration or remorse after these killings, indicating that they have done little to kill "The Pestilence", though will usually seek to then perform a crude surgery on the corpse using the implements contained within a black doctor's bag it carries on its person at all times3. While these surgeries are not always "successful", they often result in the creation of instances of SCP-049-2. SCP-049-2 instances are reanimated corpses that have been operated on by SCP-049. These instances do not seem to retain any of their prior memories or mental functions, having only basic motor skills and response mechanisms. While these instances are generally inactive, moving very little and in a generally ambulatory fashion, they can become extremely aggressive if provoked, or if directed to by SCP-049. SCP-049-2 instances express active biological functions, though these are vastly different from currently understood human physiology. Despite these alterations, SCP-049 often remarks that the subjects have been "cured". Addendum 049.1: Discovery SCP-049 was discovered during the investigation of a series of unknown disappearances in the town of Montauban in southern France. During a raid on a local home, investigators found several instances of SCP-049-2, as well as SCP-049. While law enforcement personnel engaged the hostile 049-2 instances, SCP-049 was noted as watching the engagement and taking notes in its journal. After all of the 049-2 instances were dispatched, SCP-049 willingly entered Foundation custody. SCP-049 upon discovery. ✖ The following interview was conducted by Dr. Raymond Hamm during the initial investigation. Interviewer: Dr. Raymond Hamm, Site-85 Interviewee: SCP-049 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-049: (In French) So then, how should we begin? An introduction? Dr. Hamm: (Aside) Is that French? Can we get a translator- SCP-049: (In English) The King's English! No need for translation, sir, I can speak it well enough. Dr. Hamm: Good. My name is Dr. Raymond Hamm, and I- SCP-049: Ah! A doctor! A like-minded individual, no doubt. Wherein is your speciality, sir? Dr. Hamm: Cryptobiology, why- SCP-049: (Laughs) A medical man, such as myself. Wonders abound! And here I worried I had been abducted by common street thugs! (Looks around the room) This place, then. This is your laboratory? I had wondered, as clean as it is, and with such little trace of the Pestilence here. Dr. Hamm: The Pestilence? What do you mean? SCP-049: The Scourge! The Great Dying. Come now, you know, the, uh… (taps temple furiously) …what is it they call it, the… the… ah, no matter. The Pestilence, yes. It abounds outside these walls, you know. So many have succumbed, and many more will continue to, until such time as a perfect cure can be developed. (Leans back in its chair) Fortunately, I am very close. It is my duty in life to rid the world of it, you see. The Cure To End All Cures! Dr. Hamm: When you say "The Great Dying", are you talking about the bubonic plague? SCP-049: (Pauses) I don't know what that is. Dr. Hamm: I see. Right, well, the entities our agents encountered at that house, they were dead when you encountered them, yes? And you reanimated them? SCP-049: Hrmm, in a manner of speaking. You see things too simply, doctor! Expand your horizons. Life and death, sickness and health, these are amateur terms for amateur physicians. There is only one ailment that exists in the world of men, and that is the Pestilence. And nothing else! Make no mistake, they were very ill, all of them. Dr. Hamm: You think you cured those people? SCP-049: Indeed. My cure is most effective. Dr. Hamm: The things we recovered were not human. SCP-049: (Pauses and glares at Dr. Hamm) Yes, well, it is not a perfect cure. But that will come with time. And further experimentation! I have spent a lifetime developing my methods, Dr. Hamm, and will spend a lifetime more, if necessary. Now, we have wasted too much time. There is work to do! I will require a laboratory of my own, one where I can continue my research unimpeded. And assistants, of course, though I can provide those on my own, in time. (Laughs) Dr. Hamm: I don't think our organization will be willing to- SCP-049: Nonsense. We are all men of science. Fetch your coat and show me to my quarters, doctor. (Gestures with pointed stick) Our work begins now! [END LOG] Interviewer's Note: While SCP-049 is capable of communicating in a very human way, there is a strange sense of unease that one experiences when in its presence. Make no mistake, there is something very uncanny about this entity indeed. Additionally, we've confiscated that pointed stick that SCP-049 keeps waving around. Part of this was due to standard confiscation protocols for the possessions of anomalies, and part because 049 really is a menace swinging it around like he does. The entity was displeased at first, but after we made some concessions in providing it with "test subjects" (which are, admittedly, more for the benefit of our own research) it warmed up to the idea. Addendum 049.2: Observation Log While in containment at Site-19, SCP-049 has spent a considerable amount of time studying and performing surgery on the various mammalian corpses it has been provided. SCP-049 will routinely spend several days performing surgery, and then (regardless of whether or not the corpse becomes an instance of SCP-049-2) spending several more days documenting its findings in a thick leather journal stored within its doctor's bag. SCP-049 will often seek to share its findings with members of Foundation staff. The following is a log of several occasions during which SCP-049 was observed operating on a mammalian corpse. Observational Log 049.OL.1 SUMMARY Subject: SCP-049 Preface: A test subject (D-85123) was introduced into SCP-049's containment cell. The entity expressed sincere gratitude towards all members of the containment and research staff. Observation Notes: SCP-049 began by asking D-85123 several standard medical questions, as it began removing tools from its bag. Shortly after finishing its preparations, SCP-049 quickly closed the distance between the two, killing the subject with a touch to its throat. Afterwards, SCP-049 made a number of considerable alterations to the basic structure of the subject's corpse, often introducing fluids from within its bag into the subject by way of a hand powered pump and copper tubing. The resulting 049-2 instance became animated, flailing and grasping at the walls of the chamber with a number of manufactured limbs while moaning out of an oblong orifice now present in its sternum. During this time, SCP-049 was observed taking notes of the instance in its journal, and remarking to the watching research staff about the efficacy of its cure. Security personnel entered the chamber to move SCP-049 back to containment, and were attacked by the instance. The security team dispatched the 049-2 instance, and SCP-049 returned to containment with no resistance, stating that it was pleased with the results. Observational Log 049.OL.2 SUMMARY Subject: SCP-049 Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased goat. SCP-049 expressed gratitude at the provision. Observation Notes: SCP-049 operated on the goat corpse for several days, eventually resulting in an instance of SCP-049-2. SCP-049 expressed pleasure in this outcome, though admitted "the disease was still in its nascent stage. My veterinarian practice is rudimentary, but the patient responded well to the procedure." Observational Log 049.OL.3 SUMMARY Subject: SCP-049 Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased orangutan. SCP-049 expressed noted gratitude at the provision, due to the similarities between the orangutan and common human physiology. Observation Notes: SCP-049 spent several days operating on the orangutan, reanimating it several times. However, SCP-049 appeared to be discontent with the results it experienced, returning to the creature three times after its initial reanimation for additional work. After it was unable to reanimate the corpse a fifth time, SCP-049 turned the corpse over to Foundation staff for incineration, stating "I have learned so much from this, though I fear my early optimism was misplaced. I hadn’t yet come across such a… a stumbling block on my road to the cure. More subjects like this would do a great deal in advancing my research." Observational Log 049.OL.7 FULL Subject: SCP-049 Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased bovine. SCP-049 expressed mild annoyance at the provision, though accepted it nonetheless4. Observation Notes: SCP-049 spent several days operating on the bovine corpse, breaking only to dine on a requested dinner of thin crackers, salted pork, and hard cheese5. Beginning first by embalming the corpse, SCP-049 was observed producing a number of long syringes from its bag, each containing a different dark, viscous fluid. SCP-049 described these fluids as "essences of the humors", and elaborated by saying "the Pestilence may bring about a systemic imbalance. In such a case, before true healing can begin, one must find the humors in balance or the body will reject the cure."6 Over the next few days, SCP-049 spent a considerable amount of time adjusting the organs of the bovine corpse with a number of large metal instruments. After eight days, SCP-049 produced a lightning rod, which Dr. Hamm exchanged for an electric cattle prod attached to an extension cord, and struck the corpse in several locations. This action seemingly had the effect of reanimating the bovine, which once again became ambulatory, despite the inversion of the head and reorientation of its limbs. Follow Up Interview [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hamm: We've watched you work for several weeks now, and honestly I'm not sure I understand what you're doing. Can you describe your process in detail? SCP-049: Oh goodness no, the process is most intensive. As I said to your assistant, the best instruction you will find about my methods are here in my journals, as I have kept exhaustive records of my work7 there. Dr. Hamm: I see. My concern, doctor, is that we still don't understand what you're seeking to cure, or how it manifests, or how turning these creatures into quasi-living, mindless drones helps in that effort. SCP-049: You do not understand the Pestilence? Even after all this time? Doctor, it is an unspeakable horror, one that has shown its true face many times before and will again. I find myself blessed with the wisdom and good senses needed to root it out and destroy it, but many like yourself cannot. It is a cruel judgement, I fear, to be at the mercy of a disease you cannot fully comprehend! Dr. Hamm: That still doesn't answer my question. How is your cure any kind of cure at all? SCP-049: (Growing suddenly agitated) It is a cure! You may laugh at my efforts if you please, but do not besmirch the good name of scientific progress that has developed this great mercy. What you so shortsightedly see here is a life better than any this creature could have hoped for, stricken as it was with Pestilence. This creature is now clean, unable to spread the Pestilence and free from the terror it would have experienced otherwise. Dr. Hamm: This is hardly a creature at all, doctor, it's not even- SCP-049: (Very agitated) Do not jape with me, sir! You and your colleagues are like so many others, unable to look past minor setbacks to see the salvation taking place before your very eyes. Do you wait to remove rotten timbers until the hall collapses on top of you? No. You find them and you pull them out and replace them with those untouched by rot! And most of all, you do not simply mock the structure because it now looks different to you. It is strong! It is free of disease. Dr. Hamm: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to agitate you. I'm just trying to understand. SCP-049: (Deep breath) Yes, well, do mind your words in the future, doctor. I am a professional, but even professionals may feel the bite of pride in dealing with criticism of their masterpiece. I will forgive this as an act of good faith between colleagues. Dr. Hamm: Is there anything else I can help you with? SCP-049: (Pauses, looking away from Dr. Hamm) No, that will be all. Another test subject, on the usual schedule. You know my preference of subjects with more human anatomies. [END LOG] Attending Researcher's Note: SCP-049 does seem to genuinely want to help other humans, though it has not yet been able to provide a concrete example of what exactly it is trying to save us all from. I have watched it now over several weeks, and while the outcomes do not seem to ever change, SCP-049 continues to claim that it is growing closer to its perfect cure. I think the entity may be more aware of the reality of these outcomes than it would like us to think. Addendum 049.3: 04/16/2017 Incident Starting shortly after SCP-049's initial containment, Dr. Hamm conducted a number of interviews with the subject regarding its anomalous properties, and over time began to note its displeasure with its subjects and the SCP-049-2 instances. This continued for a period of several months, during which SCP-049 never exhibited any aggressive behaviours. On April 16th, 2017, as Dr. Hamm was entering SCP-049's test chamber to conduct another routine interview, the entity began to grow anxious and asked Dr. Hamm if he was feeling well. Following protocol, Dr. Hamm reminded SCP-049 that the interview was required, after which the entity became hostile and attacked Dr. Hamm, killing him. Due to a lapse in security protocol, and because Dr. Hamm did not activate the in-chamber emergency system, Dr. Hamm's corpse was not discovered until three hours later, by which point SCP-049 had converted it into an instance of SCP-049-2. In the aftermath of this incident, SCP-049 was interviewed by Dr. Theron Sherman. Interviewer: Dr. Theron Sherman, Site-42 Interviewee: SCP-049 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Sherman: I need you to explain yourself. (No response) Dr. Sherman: SCP-049, you are being directed to explain your actions, and I will remind you that failure to cooperate will result in further restrictions during your containment. SCP-049: (Pauses) My actions do not need to be explained. Dr. Sherman: You killed Raymond Hamm and then butchered him until he- SCP-049: (Interrupting, angrily) Not dead! No! Not… not dead. He is… he is cured. Dr. Sherman: Cured? Cured of what? SCP-049: The Pestilence, sir! I had thought you, at least, would realize what luck it is I detected it before- Dr. Sherman: (Interrupting) What pestilence? You keep going on and on about this pestilence but you have not once been able to properly identify this "disease". What could you have possibly seen in him today that you had not seen so many times before? That it would be worth his life? SCP-049: He… (pauses) The Pestilence presents and progresses in unforeseeable fashions, and has a queer way of- of creeping into the unprepared, and… (breathing becomes heavier) call it what you want, doctor. It was a mercy I did to him. He is cured. Dr. Sherman: He is a vegetable! SCP-049: (Pauses) I… I would not expect you to understand. You and your… your ilk have proven time and time again to be not men of science, but men of- of emotion. You cannot appreciate the horrors I have seen, those many millions who have succumbed to the Pestilence and been changed, who- Dr. Sherman: Your cure cost Ray his life! SCP-049: No good SIR I have saved it! You would allow this world to slip back into the, the- the despair of disease and death, ignoring that I have created a miracle and- Dr. Sherman: (Talking over SCP-049) What disease? What pestilence? He was a healthy man! He was a good doctor! SCP-049: -am offering it freely to the afflicted! You are not worth this argument, sir. You are shortsighted and foolish. Dr. Hamm was sick, and I… (breath catches) I cured him. I am the only one who can do this. My work must continue, there is so much still to learn, so much to- Dr. Sherman: I've had enough of this. Consider your allowances revoked. Welcome to containment, oh-four-nine. (Away from mic) We're done here. SCP-049: -do, and others can be saved! Even you, though you do not deserve it, might be saved! I can save them all! I can cast down this plague, once and for all. I can do this! Only me! I… I… (labored breathing) I saved… I saved him… Dr. Hamm, I… I cured him… he was sick, I know he was sick, I know he was, and I… you are all sick, but I… I can save you. I can save all of you, because I… I am the cure. [END LOG] Addendum 049.4: Post-Incident Report Interview The following interview is an excerpt from the 4/16/17 049 Incident Report. The interview was conducted by Dr. Elijah Itkin, and took place three weeks after the start of the initial investigation. Date: 5/7/17 Interviewer: Dr. Elijah Itkin Interviewee: SCP-049 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Itkin: SCP-049, we are conducting this interview to close out our investigation of your actions taken on April 16th that resulted in the death of a staff member. Do you have any comments to make? SCP-049: Only that I look forward to the day when you will allow me to resume my work! I have spent the last few weeks compiling my notes and constructing a new theory for how the Pestilence was able to infect someone in such an insidious manner that I nearly couldn't detect it. Dr. Itkin: Have you experienced any remorse for your actions? For the death of Dr. Hamm? SCP-049: (Waves his hand) Ah, yes. Well, the death of a colleague is always regrettable, but in the face of the Pestilence we must be swift, doctor, and act without hesitation. Dr. Itkin: Dr. Sherman noted in his report that you seemed to be mournful during your initial interview. SCP-049: Mourn- (Pauses) Perhaps. I had not thought that… It is lamentable that a fellow doctor became infected, but the work continues. Regrettable as… as it was, Dr. Hamm's death provided important insight. Living human subjects are the only way to proceed forward, I am decided. My cure is of little use on dead flesh, and I have gleaned all I can from your generous supply of corpses. My desires turn towards tending to those still living who suffer from the disease. Dr. Itkin: I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. SCP-049: (Laughs) Oh doctor, I wouldn't be so sure. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. The robes and gloves are identical to a thick hide built up on the skin, while the mask is composed of a kind of chitin growing out of the bones of the face. 2. The entity claims to have originated in 15th century France, though admits that it is "particularly well-traveled". 3. The space within this bag is seemingly anomalously large, as SCP-049 has been observed pulling objects larger than the bag itself from within it in order to operate on deceased subjects. 4. SCP-049 had stated its desire to work on human subjects several times between this occasion and the earlier provision of an orangutan, noting its discontentedness when they would not be provided. 5. SCP-049 has expressed that it does not require sustenance, but enjoys it and feels that the food helps to put it in the right mind to operate. 6. SCP-049 added to this statement by saying "This is, of course, elementary knowledge for the practical physician. I would have thought you would have learned this during your education!" 7. Notably, SCP-049's journals are not written in any known language, and attempts by linguists and codebreakers to decipher them have been unsuccessful. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-049" by Gabriel Jade, rewritten by djkaktus & Gabriel Jade, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-049. Licensed under CC-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-050 | euclid | Item #: SCP-050 Special Containment Procedures: So far, all attempts to contain SCP-050 have proven fruitless1. At present, whoever has possession of SCP-050 is to leave it in an office they use with regularity2. Description: SCP-050 appears to be a statue of a monkey reading a book, approximately 1 foot3 tall. On the bottom of the statue are engraved the words "To The Cleverest" in cursive script. The statue has so far proven resistant to all forms of damage4. As such, there is no accurate method to date the object. When left alone, SCP-050 has shown itself to be both useful and antagonistic to its current owner5. Although never seen to move, no matter the manner or amount of recordings, any room it is left in becomes very clean, to a polish whenever possible. Paperwork is filed, trash is emptied, and in general, clutter is removed. However, SCP-050 also has a tendency to leave traps for its owner, so current holders should carefully check their offices upon returning. Footnotes 1. Testing to contain SCP-050 has been discontinued at this time. 2. Attempts to leave SCP-050 in unused offices have resulted in it following its owner home. This is a violation of regulations and not to be allowed. 3. One of the quirks of SCP-050 is that no matter what form of measurement is used, any record of said measurements will quickly be replaced by the Customary System measurements. 4. Attempts to damage SCP-050 have resulted in increasingly lethal 'pranks.' As of this writing, destruction testing is discontinued. 5. See Document 050. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-050" by AdminBright, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-050. Licensed under CC-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-051 | safe | Item #: SCP-051 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-051 and SCP-051-A are to be kept in a sealed containment facility. SCP-051-A is kept within a locked, climate-controlled document box with a viewing window, to prevent degradation of its material. Any personnel (with the exception of pregnant or non-sterile female personnel, who might not be aware of an early-stage pregnancy) may access SCP-051 as long as a request is placed before-hand and cleared by site administration. Description: SCP-051 is a 25 cm (10 in) anatomically correct model of a human female, carved out of ivory, with typically Asian features. Microscopic analysis shows that the head hair is human hair. The doll is jointed at the shoulders, hips, and knees. The 'stomach' area of the doll is fully removable as a 'cap' of ivory, exposing a detailed ribcage and organs, and a 2.5 cm (1 in) ivory fetus connected to the main figure by a leather cord umbilicus. When brought into the presence of a pregnant human female, SCP-051 has various deleterious effects upon the pregnancy, generally resulting in miscarriage of the fetus. Reports include a gentle compulsion to handle the model, open its stomach cap and take out the fetus. This results in nausea and cramping within 5 minutes, vaginal bleeding that begins as spotting and may progress to hemorrhage within the next half-hour, and miscarriage within 2 - 24 hours in most recorded cases. Medical records indicate that the aborted fetuses bear moderate to severe defects. Pregnancies carried to term after exposure to the model have resulted in severely deformed live births, including ██ deaths of the mothers and ██ infants terminated after birth by the delivering physician (see interview 051-1 below). Witnesses to these live births showed signs of severe emotional trauma that was alleviated, after Foundation interviews, by administration of a Class A amnestic. SCP-051-A is a fragment of text on rice paper that was discovered with SCP-051. The surviving text is written with plant-derived ink test-dated to the 12th century, and the characters have been identified as a known early dialect of Japanese. Translation reveals the text is part of a prayer or spell against 'demons' that attack unborn babies. The incantation orders these forces or demons into the model, instead of a pregnant woman, and claims to trap them there. However, centuries have degraded the paper and ink so that the full incantation and instructions, if any, cannot be deciphered. Addendum: SCP-051 and SCP-051-A were discovered in a box of early Japanese artifacts delivered anonymously to the ██████████ Museum in 1938. After 60 years and a number of incidents resulting from contact by female secretaries, researchers, and students, an Agent on staff in the museum's archives learned of its properties and obtained it for Foundation study. Interview 051-1 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-051" by mari_who, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-051. Licensed under CC-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-052 | euclid | SCP-052 Item #: SCP-052 Special Containment Procedures: Although it is not possible to remove SCP-052 from the New York City subway system, its predictable behavior allows the Foundation to prevent the public from encountering it. The 59th St. A/B/C/D Station is to be closed to the public from 11pm-1am on Saturdays/Sundays under the pretext of “track maintenance.” During that time, the station is to be staffed with agents from Mobile Task Force Gamma-6. Agents have been ordered to prevent accidental public access to the station, and to capture anyone seen leaving SCP-052. Anyone who has been on SCP-052 must be transported to Site-21 for debriefing and processing. Members of the public who see SCP-052 may be released after the administration of a Class B amnestic. Description: SCP-052 is a type R4 New York City subway train. Official records indicate this train was built in 1932 and decommissioned for scrap in 1975. Nevertheless, it continues to appear on the Uptown A/D track at the 59th St. and 8th Avenue station at 11:57 p.m. every Saturday. The train is in perfect condition and labeled as an “A” train. SCP-052 appears at the designated time, opens its doors to accept/discharge passengers for approximately five minutes, then closes its doors and disappears. It does not appear to ever contain passengers, except for those leaving the train during its appearance. The majority of subjects that have boarded SCP-052 have not been recovered. Passengers leaving SCP-052 claim to have boarded on various dates, from 1976, up to 2204; the latter claims he thought SCP-052 was a 300th Anniversary Special train. Subjects retain no knowledge of time on board. Addendum: Passengers leaving SCP-052 must be brought to Site-21 and interrogated to determine their origin and possible threat to the current timestream. Generally, passengers from the past may be given Class A amnestics and reintegrated into society. Passengers from the future must be held indefinitely (see order 69-A1 from O5-9). Site-21 currently holds 26 recovered passengers. Despite our protocols to prevent public access, we are still receiving subjects from the future. Although some are from alternate timelines, it is possible SCP-052 will begin to appear at another time/place, requiring expanded containment. The Foundation has placed several subjects onto the train, in an attempt to understand its activities when not visible. Test 052-1: May 31, 2009. Agent ████ placed on train. Not recovered as of present date. Test 052-2: June 6, 2009. Agent ████████ enters train. Not recovered, as he apparently returned to 1980 and was killed in a confrontation with [REDACTED]. Test 052-3: See notes on recovered passenger 052-4. After Test 052-3, O5 Command issued orders that no further agents should be risked as passengers on SCP-052. Consideration has been given to using Class D Personnel in their place, but the risk of releasing them into the past is too great. Log of Recovered Passengers in Foundation Custody Passenger 052-1: Entered train July 14, 2012; recovered: March 8, 2008. Notes: An accountant on the way home from the theatre when she entered the train, 052-1 has expressed surprise and dismay to have traveled back in time four years, but appears to be otherwise unchanged and unharmed. She has been determined to currently exist in this timeline and must be held indefinitely to prevent unwanted temporal effects. Passenger 052-2: Entered train June 12, 1976; recovered: March 15, 2008. Notes: Subject entered train when lost on the way to “Studio 54”. Although unharmed and not a temporal threat, 052-2 is being held as the examining psychiatrist believes 32 years is too long a period over which to facilitate successful reintegration. Passenger 052-3: Entered train December 6, 2014; recovered June 20, 2009. Notes: A tourist from Jacksonville, Florida; subject 052-3 now speaks Albanian instead of English. Held due to O5 orders re: subjects from the future, as well as possible reintegration difficulties. Passenger 052-4: Entered train June 13, 2009; recovered June 27, 2009. Notes: Agent ███████ from Test 052-3. Agent returned with his hands surgically removed and a note in his pocket with the message “Send no more.” Subject does not remember his experience on the train, but when subjected to hypnosis, revealed [DATA EXPUNGED]. Passenger 052-5: Agent ████. Entered train at unknown future date, in violation of protocol. On July 11, 2009, body of subject was violently thrown from the train, landing 10 meters away. On examination, subject was found to have been [DATA EXPUNGED]. Whether security should be increased to prevent subject from entering SCP-052 is under consideration. Passenger 052-6: █████ ████████ claims to be a Level 4 Supervisor from the “SCP Federation” who entered the train in December 2124. Subject had been administered a Class A-Prime amnestic prior to boarding, in a successful attempt to avoid the fate of Passengers 052-4 and 052-5. Recovered Feb. 6, 2010. As he will never be released from Foundation custody, O5 Command has approved sharing otherwise classified information about other artifacts in our possession, in hopes of gaining new methods of containment, and becoming aware of future security breaches. Agent ████████ has been cooperative, and claims: — That it is good we do not know how to open SCP-699. Subject turned visibly pale and refused to discuss this item further. — To be a survivor of the “Great Zombie Plague of 2092” caused by an SCP-008 containment breach. — That SCP-███ can be killed by [DATA EXPUNGED] with a [DATA EXPUNGED] and SCP-███. [Permission to try this has been denied by O5-█.] — That he worked for Dr. Jack Bright. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-052" by eric_h, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-052. Licensed under CC-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-052.png Name: NYC Transit 100 Author: Ken License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/9759010@N07/2822104604/in/photolist-RJQUPk-TpG1Eb-exEwTv-exHcwQ-exEwTB-5io2nW-9ca6qZ-bWUm4H |
SCP-053 | euclid | SCP-053 Item #: SCP-053 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-053 is to be contained in an area no less than 5 m x 5 m (16 ft x 16 ft) and given adequate room to move. Toys, books, games, and other recreational devices are to be amply provided and rotated every three (3) months. Proper bedding, bathroom, and medical facilities are to be maintained at all times. Food should be provided three (3) times daily, and two (2) snacks are allowed if requested. No physical contact is to be made with SCP-053 without full atmosphere-containment suit and eye shield. No eye contact is to be made with SCP-053 for any reason. Any objects given to personnel by SCP-053 may be removed, but must be given to quarantine for examination. Only one (1) member of personnel may be present in the room at any given time and must be secured by a safety line of steel cable. All personnel must be removed from SCP-053's containment chamber within 10 minutes of entering. Any personnel who begin to act erratically, scream, or attempt to grab SCP-053 are to be removed and quarantined. Any personnel attempting to remove their suit are also to be removed and quarantined. No sharp objects or firearms are allowed in SCP-053's containment room. Description: SCP-053 appears to be a small 3-year-old girl. She is capable of basic speech and appears to be slightly above average in mental development. She has a generally pleasant personality and rarely seems upset, becoming agitated only in the presence of groups of people. Any and all humans over the age of three who make eye contact with, physically touch, or remain around SCP-053 for longer than 10 minutes will rapidly become irrational, paranoid, and homicidal. Most, if not all, of these feelings will be directed at SCP-053, and afflicted subjects will attempt to kill SCP-053 after first killing or driving off all humans visible to them. Those attempting to kill SCP-053 will suffer massive heart attacks or seizures and die seconds after doing any physical damage to SCP-053. SCP-053 will regenerate almost instantaneously from any wound, regardless of severity. SCP-053 appears wholly ignorant of these effects, and ignores any and all subjects affected. When questioned about the effect, SCP-053 is incapable of response. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-053" by Dr Gears, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-053. Licensed under CC-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-0053.jpg Author: Escape from Site 19 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Escape from Site 19 |
SCP-054 | safe | Item #: SCP-054 Special Containment Procedures: Subject is held in a watertight isolation room outfitted with specialized climate control equipment. An ornate fountain filled with water stands in the center of the enclosure. Maintenance personnel are required to wear NBC suits while inside the containment area and must spend ten minutes in a special drying room after exiting. In the event of a breach, the surrounding area should be evacuated and the enclosure flushed with liquid nitrogen. The fountain's chemical levels and volume are to be monitored and maintained. Spring water from ████████ should be used as SCP-054 is highly sensitive to hydrological conditions. SCP-054 has developed a mistrust for human males during its confinement; thus, assignment of female personnel is recommended. Description: Out of the water, the subject most often appears as a female humanoid with a mean volume of 90 L comprised entirely of water (other forms are possible, commonly geometric shapes). When it enters a body of water, it becomes indistinguishable from its surroundings. The subject must periodically return to a body of water in order to maintain its volume due to evaporation. Initially found in ████████, it was moved to Site-08 for further study. Subject was initially curious about Foundation personnel and seemed to enjoy interacting with maintenance staff and researchers, and mimicking their forms. After a number of weeks, the creature apparently felt comfortable enough to remain out of the water during routine monitoring, though it retreated when attempts were made to study its composition. SCP-054 is apparently composed of normal water, with no detectable differences compared to ordinary spring water from the same source. No thermal, electromagnetic, biological, or other phenomenon has ever been detected in its "body" that would suggest how it animates. Water lost by SCP-054 to evaporation exhibits no special properties when condensed. Experiments with SCP-054 were halted following [DATA EXPUNGED] two researchers injured. After this incident containment protocols were updated. Subject thereafter exhibited signs of mistrust and aggression around male personnel (which made up the majority of the original research staff). Subject reclassified Euclid. Partial transcripts, Audio Journal 054-A: Water loss experiment "Subject becomes withdrawn and inactive when denied access to water. Its compact shape is theorized to reduce surface area exposed to evaporation. For the first few days it moved eagerly to greet anyone entering its enclosure, and behaved excitably. Possibly indicates an understanding by the subject that we control its access to water supplies. Subject ceased this behavior yesterday, presumably in recognition that no help was forthcoming." Temperature extremes testing "We got authorization to attempt sub-zero testing this morning. The subject became lethargic as the temperature fell, and froze completely after ██████. Spectroscopy of the ice crystal revealed no abnormalities. Ice chips were collected for study. This is in stark contrast to its behavior in the 95 degree tests, when it became aggressive and attempted to escape its enclosure. We've submitted a work order to combine the climate control equipment with the subject's standard enclosure, as it has begun to resist efforts to transport it to experimental chambers with increasingly desperate behavior." Memory and conditioning evaluation "Subject has proven unexpectedly adept at navigating complex mazes and solving puzzles. Dr. Seskel has finally overcome the problem of 'motivating' the subject by the application of electrical shocks and/or silica desiccants. He joked that we should have it trained to fetch in no time, and after observing his methods I think he might be right. Note: subject to be allowed a 48 hour recuperation period; it seemed to be lagging in its progress at the end of the week's experiments." Acid/base incorporation experiment [last log entry] "I am starting with a 0.5 M HCl solution. I have no idea what will happen, but if this thing incorporates homeostatic mechanisms like I suspect then we should get some insight into how it maintains its form. Temperature in the enclosure has been lowered to 278 K to help control fifty-four's increasingly erratic behavior." Addendum 054-B: After five years with no incidents, subject rating has been downgraded to "Safe" on recommendation of Dr. ████████. Experiments will resume under the auspices of biology unit E7. Caution should still be exercised when interacting with subject. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-054" by Unknown Author, rewritten by SimpleCadence, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-054. Licensed under CC-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-055 | keter | by qntm and CptBellman Item #: SCP-055 Special Containment Procedures: Object is kept within a five (5) by five (5) by two point five (2.5) meter square room constructed of cement (fifty (50) centimeter thickness), with a Faraday cage surrounding the cement walls. Access is via a heavy containment door measuring two (2) by two point five (2.5) meters constructed on bearings to ensure door closes and locks automatically unless held open deliberately. Security guards are NOT to be posted outside SCP-055's room. It is further advised that all personnel maintaining or studying other SCP objects in the vicinity try to maintain a distance of at least fifty (50) meters from the geometric center of the room, as long as this is reasonably practical. Description: SCP-055 is a "self-keeping secret" or "anti-meme". Information about SCP-055's physical appearance as well as its nature, behavior, and origins is self-classifying. To clarify: How Site 19 originally acquired SCP-055 is unknown. When SCP-055 was obtained, and by whom, is unknown. SCP-055's physical appearance is unknown. It is not indescribable, or invisible: individuals are perfectly capable of entering SCP-055's container and observing it, taking mental or written notes, making sketches, taking photographs, and even making audio/video recordings. An extensive log of such observations is on file. However, information about SCP-055's physical appearance "leaks" out of a human mind soon after such an observation. Individuals tasked with describing SCP-055 afterwards find their minds wandering and lose interest in the task; individuals tasked with sketching a copy of a photograph of SCP-055 are unable to remember what the photograph looks like, as are researchers overseeing these tests. Security personnel who have observed SCP-055 via closed-circuit television cameras emerge after a full shift exhausted and effectively amnesiac about the events of the previous hours. Who authorized the construction of SCP-055's containment room, why it was constructed in this way, or what the purpose of the described Containment Procedures may be, are all unknown. Despite SCP-055's container being easily accessible, all personnel at Site 19 claim no knowledge of SCP-055's existence when challenged. All of these facts are periodically rediscovered, usually by chance readers of this file, causing a great deal of alarm. This state of concern lasts minutes at most, before the matter is simply forgotten about. A great deal of scientific data has been recorded from SCP-055, but cannot be studied. At least one attempt has been made to destroy SCP-055, or possibly move it from containment at Site 19 to another site, meeting failure for reasons unknown. SCP-055 may present a major physical threat and indeed may have killed many hundreds of personnel, and we would not know it. Certainly it presents a gigantic memetic/mental threat, hence its Keter classification. Document #055-1: An Analysis of SCP-055 The author puts forward the hypothesis that SCP-055 was never formally acquired by ████████████ ████████ and is in fact an autonomous or remotely-controlled agent, inserted at Site 19 by an unidentified third party for one or all of the following purposes: to silently observe, or interfere with, activities at Site 19 to silently observe, or interfere with, activities at other SCP locations to silently observe, or interfere with, activities of humanity worldwide to silently observe, or interfere with, other SCP objects to silently observe, or interfere with, ████████████ No action to counter any of these potential threats is suggested, or indeed theoretically possible. Addendum A: Hey, if this thing really is an "anti-meme", why doesn't the fact that it's an "anti-meme" get wiped? We must be wrong about that somehow. Wait a minute, what if we were to keep notes about what it isn't? Would we remember those? Bartholomew Hughes, NSA Document #055-2: Report of Dr. John Marachek Survey team #19-055-127BXE was successfully able to enter SCP-055's container and ascertain the appearance and, to some degree, the nature of the object. Notes were taken according to the project methodology (see ████████████), after which the container was sealed again. Excerpt from a transcript of personnel debriefing follows: Dr. Hughes: Okay, I'm going to need to ask you some questions about number 55 now. ███████: Number what? Dr. Hughes: SCP object 55. The object you just examined. ███████: Um, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't think we have a 55. Dr. Hughes: Okay, then, ███████, I'd like you to tell me what you've been doing for the past two hours. ███████: What? I… <subject appears uncomfortable> … I don't know. Dr. Hughes: Okay, then, do you remember that we all agreed that it wasn't spherical? ███████: That what wasn't… Oh! Right! It isn't round at all! Object 55 isn't round! Dr. Hughes: So you remember it now? ███████: Well, no. I mean, I don't know what it is, but I know there is one. It's something you can't remember. And it's not a sphere. Dr. Hughes: Wait a minute. What's not a sphere? ███████: Object 55. Dr. Hughes: Object what? ███████: Doc, do you remember agreeing that something wasn't shaped like a sphere? Dr. Hughes: Oh, right! It appears to be possible to remember what SCP-055 is not (negations of fact), and to repeatedly deduce its existence from these memories. Personnel involved in Survey #19-055-127BXE reported moderate levels of disorientation and psychological trauma associated with cycles of repeated memory and forgetfulness of SCP-055. However, no long-term behavioral or health problems were observed, and psych assessments of survey personnel showed consistent reports of this distress fading over time. Recommendations: It may be worthwhile to post at least one staff member capable of remembering the existence of SCP-055 to each critical site. Next: We Need To Talk About Fifty-Five ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-055" by qntm and CptBellman, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-055. Licensed under CC-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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