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SCP-7626 | uncontained | Item#: 7626 Level4 Secondary Class: enochian Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7626 is unable to be contained as it constitutes an aspect of baseline reality. Any scientific discoveries relating to it are to be covered up with the explanation that its appearance is purely coincidental. Image of SCP-7626 taken using an experimental anomalous microscope. Description: SCP-7626 is a subatomic particle several times smaller than an electron, which is present in all matter within the universe. It is inexplicably identical in appearance and composition to a crudely modified Ford Ranger model truck. SCP-7626 is believed to have originally been a non-anomalous truck that belonged to POI-7626 "Robert Cliffend", an Australian tradesperson who has been missing since 25/06/2013, after undergoing an anomalous event.1 Foundation testing has attempted to replicate the effects displayed by POI-7626 with no significant results. Upon recovery of the video camera belonging to POI-7626, the anomaly was classified as SCP-7626. Addendum 7626.1: Video Logs On 5/12/2013, a broken video camera belonging to POI-7626 was found 12 kilometres away from the Outback Highway, Queensland, Australia, near a set of burnt tire tracks. The recorder was able to be successfully repaired, and the footage was largely intact. A transcript of the three recorded videos is attached below. SCP-7626 Video Transcript.1 2/03/2013 Recording begins. It is in a low resolution and the sound quality is poor. POI-7626 is seen stabilising the camera and stepping away. He is inside an average suburban garage with his truck2 in the background. Various tools and hardware are scattered across the floor and walls. POI-7626: Is this thing working? Err… Mic check. POI-7626 goes behind the camera, he is tapping the screen of the camcorder while grunting occasionally. After one and a half minutes, the resolution and sound quality increase significantly. POI-7626 adjusts the angle of the camera so that the footage is slightly slanted and returns to where he was previously standing. POI-7626: Alright (sigh). G'day mates! Robbie's Rigs here! Welcome to my very first video! Today, we're gonna be modifying my trusty truck, Betty! I've started by juicin' up her engine a lil' bit and adding a nice kick; lemme show ya the stuff I've been doing. POI-7626 picks up the camera and holds it so that it's mostly showing his right eye. He moves to the front of the truck and grunts as he opens up the hood. The camera is moved so that the footage shows a quarter of the inside. The parts of the engine visible on camera have some form of crude contraption attached to the oil pump composed of various kitchen appliances attached via wires, tape, and glue. POI-7626: Yep, she's a beaut isn't she? Ahh the beatin' heart of my beautiful Bets. My son's gonna love it when he sees I've been fixin' up the ol' girl. Anyways, this….. Errr…. Shit, how'd you call it? 30 seconds of POI-7626 breathing heavily. POI-7626: Whatever, it stabs the oil doodad. (POI-7626 points towards a piston with a screwdriver attached to the end) Found one of those video game-type bugs my kids are always talkin' 'bout when I accidentally stabbed the gas holder a bunch with my screwdriver after a few beers. I did some digging, and apparently, it's one of them integer limit things in computers where if I empty it enough, it circles back all around to full. Guess our Lord did a pretty crummy job when he programmed the world eh? At least I don't gotta pay for gas anymore! POI-7626 pans the camera towards the wheel axle and he points at a series of disconnected gears made out of spoons attached with pipe-cleaners, connected via translucent pipes with an unknown liquid flowing through them. POI-7626: Yep, this here's a lil' thingy I made which stops the wheels real quick in just the right way so it flings me forward real quick. I dunno how exactly it works but it took me bloody forever to get right. Jo- Err… My kids make it look so easy. Might be another one of those glitches I keep findin'. Pretty grouse to throw yourself around in the Outback though. POI-7626 walks to a stack of books and boxes where he trips over a metal pipe and drops the camera. POI-7626 groans, picks up the camera, and walks to where he was at the beginning of the recording. POI-7626: Well that's all for today, mates! Remember to tune in next time, 'cuz I'm workin' on somethin' big! Looking into video game glitches all the time! Oh! And errrr… What do those guys on the internet say? Like and subscribe?3 (Muttering to himself) Subscribe to what? A newsletter? POI-7626 reaches over the camera. POI-7626: Muttering. How do ya turn this bloody thin- Recording ends. SCP-7626 Video Transcript.2 5/06/2013 Recording begins. POI-7626 is standing in front of their truck again. This time, there are significantly more mechanical additions protruding out of it, as well as other various modifications. The garage is also significantly less organized. POI-7626 has grown a beard and developed eye bags, as well as seeming a lot more dishevelled. Despite this, he appears to be very happy. POI-7626: Good bloody day mates! I'm Robbie's Rigs, and I am rapt to finally be back! It took me a hot minute to tee this whole thing up, but I did it! Lemme explain what I've been up to. So all o' youse know that I've been finding these "bugs", I see- Er.. Saw 'em in me ankle-biter's games all the time, after they kept naggin' me to play this racing game with 'em. From what I found out, some of 'em happen in real life too! After that, my kids have been helpin' me find all kinds of stuff, it's nice to see what kinda stuff they like. And I had some… Failures. Had to buy 5 new chairs after I tried lighting 5 chairs on fire 'cuz I thought it might do something. So one night I got a bit err… Full. And I thought to myself, "Oi Robs! The speed limit of the world when you're goin' forwards is a bajillion, right? Well, what if they forgot to add a speed limit when you're goin' backwards?" And I reckoned it was a ripper of an idea. So I got onto it. Three weeks… Months later, I've up and finished it. POI-7626 picks up the camera so that the footage shows a large mound of vibrating metal that is duct taped to the trunk of the truck. A portion of the mound is covered by POI-7626's thumb covering the lens. POI-7626: So a single engine can only get you so fast, right? How 'bout a whole heap of engines! Figured out a way to bunch together about 32 engines into one area by shoving 'em together with some pistons. The best thing is I don't even need to connect it to the wheels! Guess the concentrated engines are that powerful! Should get me goin' fast enough hopefully. POI-7626 moves the camera to show his computer, which has cardboard arms glued onto its sides. POI-7626: I got a bit nervous that I might go so fast I'd crash into somethin', and I wanted to get a way to 'noclip' myself so I don't hit any dipsticks in the way. I tried to figure out what I could hit to do it, but no luck. So I took a step back and thought "How do you noclip in games? Well, my kids type on a computer. So how would you do it in real life? Get a computer to type on you!" So I gave this bloke 'ere some arms and let it type away on me. POI-7626 points towards the computer POI-7626: I got no clue how it works. Here's hopin' me kids do. I'll ask 'em later. POI-7626 opens the truck door and moves the camera to show the inside of the cab, however, the door is still obscuring half of the frame. POI-7626: This is where all the magic happens! Sorry for the mess here. I kept adding buttons and ran out of room, so I had to use other surfaces. During my research, I found that if I press too many buttons, the game starts buggin' out. That must be a good thing, right? So I just glued a heap of buttons in here and when I go out to test out Betty soon, I'll make sure to press as many as I can. Also, check it out, I errr….. What does Joel say?….. I also switched around a gear and now the car goes backwards! POI-7626 turns the camera to only show his nostrils. POI-7626: Well that's all I got for you today, hopefully, I can shoot over to the Outback sometime soon. Errrr, yep. Bye! POI-7626 looks into the camera and the footage pauses. The recording ends 30 seconds later. SCP-7626 Video Transcript.3: 25/06/2013 Recording begins, POI-7626's face is looking over the camera and covering the frame. POI-7626: Oh! It's on. Hard to see the little light when I'm outside. POI-7626 walks next to the truck. The camera is mostly showing the desert surrounded by sparse foliage behind the truck. POI-7626: Heh, took me a bit to find the time for this, but I'm out here! I got Betty ready for her big day and it's time for her to shine. I think I'll skip over the boring details this time. POI-7626 enters the truck and places the camera on the passenger seat facing towards him, it falls to the side after a few seconds. He then takes a coarse, gelatinous substance and consumes it. POI-7626: Hope this works. POI-7626 takes a few deep breaths and presses his foot down, the truck begins to accelerate backwards. Trees and shrubbery appear to phase through the windscreen, presumably due to them "noclipping". As they break the sound barrier, the audio cuts and the video begins to become more pixelated. Eventually, the truck surpasses the speed of light and the video cuts out entirely. Approximately 1 hour and 43 minutes later, a single frame appeared of a trophy in front of what was later identified to be the cosmic background radiation of the universe, with the words, "You're Winner!". Following this, the rest of the footage is of the Australian Outback where POI-7626 was at the beginning of the recording, presumably the camera being left on the ground. The recording ends after the battery is believed to have run out. Following this, Foundation researchers have theorized that POI-7626, inside SCP-7626, has reached a speed where they are in every place in the universe simultaneously. Footnotes 1. See SCP-7626 Video Transcript.3. 2. Believed to be SCP-7626. 3. Foundation webcrawlers did not find any social media accounts belonging to POI-7626 other than Facebook and Twitter. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7626" by Anky swallow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7626. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |author=Anky Swallow File Name: Ford Ranger first generation facelift.jpg Credit: Greg Gjerdingen License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ford_Ranger_first_generation_facelift.jpg « SCP-7625 | SCP-7626 | SCP-7627 » |
SCP-7629 | thaumiel | Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / No Return Hub » SCP-7629 "But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them."― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea SCP-7629 — Sanctuary of The Sky Keepers Written by WarriorofChaos Special thanks to Ralliston, Zygard, and Grigori Karpin for proof reading and critiquing. Recommended Reading Music [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7629 Level4 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Tunnel entrance into SCP-7629. Special Containment Procedures: As part of Directive Alpha/1911 and in accordance with the ROUND TABLE Agreement, weekly reports regarding the state of SCP-7629 are to be sent to Overwatch Command. All interaction with SCP-7629 are under Site-120’s supervision and all forms of negotiation with its denizens and/or SCP-7629-ARHTUR are to be conducted by a team led by either Daniel Ashworth,1 Jessie Rivera,2 or Dr. Anna Szulc,3 with prior notification to Overwatch Command. Supplies and resources are to be regularly delivered for the benefit and the ongoing prosperity of SCP-7629’s community and structural integrity. All previously unrecorded thaumaturgical and historical information gathered from the inhabitants of SCP-7629 are to be notified for immediate documentation. Attempts to locate other undiscovered SCP-7629 communities are currently ongoing. The entrance to SCP-7629 is to be fenced off with on-site security under the guise of a geological study operation authorized by the Russian government. Update: Having been authorized by Overwatch Command, as per agreement with SCP-7629-ARHTUR, SCP-7629 volunteers are to be transferred to numerous Free Port-type Nexuses such as Esterberg as part of an integration/exchange program to help incorporate them into outside anomalous communities without breaching the Veil protocol. Description: SCP-7629 refers to a subterranean community located within an expansive cavern system within the Ural Mountains with a population of approximately 640,000. These caverns are naturally formed but have been greatly expanded by the denizens of SCP-7629, both for extracting mineral resources as well as residential spacing. The entrance to the cave was kept hidden from plain sight by means of visual & tactile thaumaturgic runes that made the entrance undetectable, thus preventing any possibility of intruders. The inhabitants of SCP-7629 are a race of sapient humanoids with vastly reptilian characteristics and biology that are self-identified as Droganians. Instances are at an average of 1.905 m to 2.820 m, male instances have a more muscular body shape while female instances have a slimmer body shape. SCP-7629 instances possess scaled skin similar to Ophiophagus Hannah (King Cobra) that come in vast array of colors and patterns. Instances also possess slit reptilian eyes resembling Alligator Mississippiensis (American Alligator) that appear in shades of yellow, orange, red, or wheat brown.4 On their backs are large retractable leather wings with a wingspan of 2.13m granting them flight. Other traits include horn-like protrusion on their foreheads, pointed frilled ears, forked tongues, five fingered clawed hands, and digitigrade legs with five toed clawed feet.5 SCP-7629 instances possess numerous natural, anomalous and thaumaturgical capabilities. Most notably is there ability to alter their physical form into a large reptilian creature resembling common depictions of dragons.6 They are capable of emitting a stream of thaumaturgically enhanced fire from their mouths both in humanoid form and dragon form, ranging from wide flame blasts to condensed beams of plasma comparable to an industrial blow torch. They possess a highly adept sense of smell much stronger than humans, are capable of sight in infrared and a form of spectrum which allows them to view and are even capable of sensing EVE,7 can withstand intense high temperatures, and possess vast knowledge of thaumaturgy of high magnitude. Prior to discovery by the Foundation, the culture and architecture of the Droganians were more rural and isolated. Their society possessed a paranoia and fear of leaving the caverns towards the surface, as well as being very uncomfortable towards possible outsiders. Their architectural and technological prowess was comparable to that of the 12th century BCE,8 though they were able to create a lush and harvestable environment for farming as well as the breeding of livestock via thaumaturgical means. This previous lifestyle and societal paranoia were attributed to ancient historical events that threatened their species.9 Droganian Language Alphabet. Aside from thaumaturgy, the Droganians are also skilled in the fields of philosophy, mining and the study & manipulation of precious metals. They are capable of speaking a variety of languages including ancient Greek, Proto-Nordic, ancient Chinese, Sarkic, and their own native language called “Dragina”. There society is led under an aristocratic court referred to as “The Dragoon’s Circle” composed of a council of 12 nobles lead by a patriarchy labeled “The Vajra King”, with the current head being identified as Ragna Von Morrowind (further referred to as SCP-7629-ARTHUR). Discovery: On the 18th of August 1998, a team of Ukrainian mountaineers were undergoing a hiking expedition up the Ural Mountains to study their geological history and determine whether the area would be rich with minerals. After they stopped to construct the current location of their camp, one of the members claims to have spotted what she described as a “green scaley winged devil the size of a child” perched on a small cliff ledge. When the creature spotted the group, it got startled and fled, leading to the team given chance only to eventually lose it. One of the members managed to capture a picture of the creature as they gave chase. Upon returning they shared and published their story to the local media and the news began to spread, catching the attention of the Foundation. The story was successful covered up and the witnesses were administered amnestics. A team was then dispatched to the mountains to locate, identify, and contain the anomaly. After a long and thorough scanning of the landscape, unusual amounts of EVE radiation were detected near the side of a mountain top formation, leading to the detection of a hotspot of thaumaturgic and anti-memetic activity. Site-120 was immediately notified of the activity and a team led by Dr. Daniel Asheworth, accompanied by Jessie Rivera and Anna Szulc were sent in to investigate. The anomaly was identified as a form of barrier blocking the entrance of a cavern, Dr. Daniel Asheworth was eventually successful in bring down the barrier allowing access to the cavern. Afterwards large amounts of EVE was detected coming from deeper within the cavern, a request to explore the cavern was requested to O4 Command and the cavern as well as any possible anomalies within were classified as SCP-7629. Addendum 7629-1: First Initial Exploration of SCP-7629 Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 08/22/98 Subject: SCP-7629 Team Lead: Dr. Daniel Asheworth Team Members: Dr. Jessie Rivera, Dr. Anna Szulc, ATF-1, ATF-2, ATF-3 Foreword: An exploration attempt into the depths of SCP-7629 was authorized in order to further understand the nature of the anomaly, as well as to confirmed the possibilities of other anomalies within in regards to the previously sighted entity by the expedition witnesses. Daniel Asheworth and Jessie Rivera volunteered to lead a team within a cavern due their experience with thaumaturgical anomalies, accompanied by Dr. Anna Szulc in regard to the possibility of the creature(s) being sapient, along with three on-site security personnel as protection for any possible threats [BEGIN LOG] ATF-1’s Helmet camera connects, the team have proceeded to descend into the cavern. Daniel Asheworth and Jessie Rivera are taking lead with ATF-1 taking point while Anna Szulc follows behind with ATF-2 and ATF-3 guarding their backs. Asheworth: Remember, we don’t know what could be down there, or if whether or not it’s hostile. So, keep your guard up, and stick together. We don’t want to risk the possibility of getting separated. ATF-1: Understood, staying sharp. Szulc: Do you think me might find anything intelligent down there? Rivera: Well, I guess we won’t know until we find out. The team continues to descend deeper into the cavern for five minutes, eventually turning on their headlights when the tunnel starts to become too dark to see. ATF-3: So what do you think we’ll possibly find down here? You think we might have found some sort of portal to hell? Judging by that green devil or whatever the witnesses saw? ATF-2: I doubt it, I mean how many anomalies has the Foundation so far found that has in someway to do with hell? Or at least something similar? Asheworth: I doubt it, If it were then it would be TRE10 radiation coming from the cave, not EVE. Rivera: Actually, that’s something I wanted to point out. The EVE we’re picking up. Asheworth: What about it? Rivera: Something about it feels…off to me. ATF-1: What do you mean by off? Aren’t you an expert in this kind of stuff? Rivera: I am! It’s just this EVE specifically feels unique judging by the readings I'm getting. Like it seems very familiar, almost very similar to magic demonstrated by Fae. And yet…It also seems completely different. Szulc: Then Yeren maybe? Rivera: No, it’s not that either. This is something else…Something much more powerful and ancient. ATF-1: …I got a bad feeling about this. The team continues to descend deeper into the caverns for an additional 15 minutes. As they descend deeper down, the EVE readings are increasing exponentially. A sudden squishing and wrinkling sound is heard, accompanied by ATF-3 loudly groaning in disgust. ATF-3: Ugh great! I think I just stepped in something nasty. The team turns toward ATF-3 as the lights are pointed down at his boot, revealing something moist and paper thin is stuck to his foot. ATF-1 peels off the material and holds it up for everyone to get a closer look. The material is a semi-transparent paper like material slightly covered in a slick mucus, faint patterns resembling scales are visible on the surface. Recorded camera footage. ATF-1: Is this what I think it is? Szulc: It kind of looks like— Asheworth: Shed skin, yes. ATF-2: You’re right! It looks like it came from a snake. I used to have a pet snake when I was a kid, so I would recognize snakeskin. But this looks like it came from something bigger…much bigger! Rivera: Well on the plus side, we can confirm that we’re dealing with something reptilian in origin. We should take this as a sample for analysis, help us learn more about whatever’s down here. Rivera pulls out a sample bag from her bag and proceeds to place the skin inside before placing it into her bag. Afterwards they continue to descend deeper into the tunnel, all the while the EVE readings continue to increase. Szulc: Down there — Is that light? Rivera: I think so, It’s hard to see clearly. ATF-1: Everyone turn off your headlights! They all proceed to turn off their headlights. In the distance, a slight orange glow can be seen emanating from deeper in the tunnel. ATF-2: It looks like the light coming from a fire, you can see the shimmers you often see from the shadows. Rivera: Well…There's only one way to find out. They continue their way down in the tunnel closer to the orange light. They finally reach it and as they turn the corner, they can see the rest of the way down the tunnel is lined with what appears to be stone torches as visible flames are coming from the top. Szulc: Torches. These are torches. Whatever is down here is intelligent, that's for sure. An undiscovered sapient anomalous species, perhaps! Rivera: Could be, or maybe it's the enclosure to the population of a species already discovered? Asheworth: Don’t get your hopes up just yet, we don’t know if they’re peaceful or not. We still need to be cautious. Szulc: I know, but this is such a great opportunity. I'll stay cautious just in case. They continue there way down the tunnel, with more and more torches becoming visible as they do. They continue walking for another seven minutes before the ground of the tunnel goes from rough stone to smooth polished bricks. The EVE readings are reaching maximum levels Asheworth suddenly stops as he slightly hisses in pain as he grips his forehead. Rivera: Daniel? What’s wrong? Asheworth: Fine. I'm… I’m fine. It’s alright, it’s just…I never felt anything like this. Never felt magic as old and odd as this, I mean. ATF-3: Is that something we should be worried about? Considering this is something very new to you two? Szulc: Only if they’re a threat. It’s still possible that they may be docile, and with how pristine this tunnel is becoming, I think it’s very likely. Asheworth: <shrugs> I suppose we better go down there and find out. The journey down the hallway continues for another ten minutes. As they proceed further the tunnel walls and floor now appear smooth and polished with well chiseled walls and well positioned polished brick. Eventually they come across a portion of the tunnel that shows numerous painted murals. ATF-1: (Whistles impressed) Would you look at that. ATF-2: Well doc, if the well-built tunnels didn’t convince you these guys were smart…THIS confirms it! Szulc: This looks like it’s telling some form of story, maybe it gives us some insight on their history! ATF-1: Well then (Taps the side of the helmet cam) I’ll be sure to get a shot of everything for documentation. They proceed to examine all the murals that are present on the walls. The first mural depicts several winged reptilian creatures. One was perched above a mountain, another was soaring through clouds, two are performing what looks to be a form of sky dance or possibly a mating ritual, and another is stockpiling gold and jewels. Rivera: Daniel, are these what I think they are? Asheworth: Giant winged reptiles flying through the sky into the mountains. Dragons, most likely. Or some derivative, I suppose. ATF-3: Did you just say dragons? But I thought dragons were extinct, at least from what I heard from other personnel. ATF-2: Really? Out of all the crazy impossible stuff we’ve seen working for the Foundation, this is what you have trouble believing? ATF-3: I just never considered the possibility that we would ever run into something like dragons. ATF-2: What about that box? ATF-3: Those were paper. I'm talking about actual dragons, not anomalies that resemble them. ATF-1: Let’s stay focused here. They continue examining the murals. The second mural depicts a group of dragons in what appears to be a form of subjugation before a much larger dragon with four silver wings, black and gold scales, blue glowing eyes, and is surrounded by a yellow light. ATF-2: Well doesn’t that big guy look important. Szulc: They're bowing before it. King, I presume. Asheworth: Or their god. Rivera: That’s also a possibility. The next mural depicts some form of battle. On the left is the dragons along with the larger black one, on the right is what appears to be quadrupedal feline like creatures with no hair and yellow eyes. Above them is what resembles a large white furred tiger with purple jagged stripes, dark violet claws, and glowing golden eyes. Asheworth: It appears to be some form of ancient battle between another species or a pack of monsters, most likely a war. Rivera: Notice the size of the tiger. Similar to the large dragon in shape. Their leader perhaps? ATF-2: Hey! Doesn’t this remind you of the Yin and Yang mythos in Chinese mythology? Asheworth: Hmm? ATF-2: I mean look at it. A black dragon fighting a white tiger? Tiger vs dragon, black and white, yin and yang? It’s hard not to notice it! Rivera: …She’s actually not wrong, you can see the connections between this and the myth. ATF-3: Maybe this is where the idea came from, like what inspired it? Asheworth: It’s not impossible. They then move on to the next mural, this one seems to catch Asheworth and Rivera’s attention the most. The Mural depicts a group of dragons being attacked, with some of them dead and appearing withered while the rest are fleeing. They’re being attacked by a group of small winged humanoid figures with strange weapons, some are pale white with two big eyes while some are bright green with six small eyes. They’re being led by a taller winged pale woman with silver hair with gold highlights, glowing pink eyes, and wearing a dark purple dress along with a floating crown. She’s depicted attacking the dragons with some form of magic, possibly killing them, or draining their powers. Seeing the depictions of this mural has the two unsettled as Rivera points at the woman. Recorded camera footage. Rivera:…It always comes back to her, doesn't it? Asheworth: <sighs> It looks like that, yes. Rivera: We need to let the O5 know about this and start some investigations. Asheworth: Agreed. From what we see, it looks like Mab was targeting these dragons and doing something to them that either killed them or stripped them of their powers. Rivera: Could it be possible that was what allowed her to become so powerful in the first place? Stealing their magic, I mean. Asheworth: It’s possible, but I can't be certain. I need more context. Possibly from someone in Esterberg. Or from whatever's down there. Asheworth than walks up to Szulc and places his hand on her shoulder. Asheworth: Anna, You better get prepared. If a dragon or a number of them live at the heart of this cave, and if they are intelligent enough to the point of being sapient, then we need to get them on our good side and cooperate with the Foundation so they can aid us in dealing with future threats. Szulc: Of course, I understand. I hope this goes peacefully just as much as you do. Asheworth: Good, then let’s keep moving. ATF-3: Don’t you want to look at the last mural? It may tell us something important. Rivera: …Maybe we should. They come to the last mural. The mural depicts a line of dragons flying towards a group of mountains, one of them with a cave inside. They appear to be entering the cave. ATF-2: And with that, the final piece of the puzzle! Looks to me like they all went into this cave to hide from the crazy lady that was killing them. ATF-1: I’m guessing at this point she became so powerful that they couldn’t stand against her, or they thought they couldn’t. Asheworth: We'll just have to find that part out for ourselves, let’s get going. The team continues to descend deeper and deeper down into the tunnel, now with more determination what with the information they just recently learned. During the walk, Asheworth looks at the EVE readings once more and sees that the readings are off the charts, almost too much for the scanner to handle. He turns it off before stashing it, in the case it might overload and explode. Asheworth suddenly raises his hand informing everyone to stop. Rivera: What’s wrong? Asheworth: Shhh! Listen. As they all stood quiet, though faint, the sound of voices can be heard up ahead. Two individuals speaking in an unknown language. Asheworth: There’s definitely people down here, and definitely sapient. ATF-1: What now? Should we head back to inform command? Szulc: No. At this point, it’s better to introduce ourselves now rather than with a fully armed force. Don’t want to risk accidently provoking them. Let’s take it slow. They continue down the tunnel at a slow and steady pace. As they do, the voices in the distance become more audible and clear. They stop at a turn, Asheworth instructs ATF-1 and Szulc to approach and the three of them peek over the edge to view what’s up ahead. At the end of the tunnel is a larger spaced grotto with a chiseled stone wall at the end where a massive wooden gate was in the center with a second metal barred gate in front, accompanied with two dragon statues atop fine podiums carved from marble.11 Standing near the gate are two armored humanoids, they have scaley skin, horns protruding from their forehead, clawed hands and feet, large wings on their backs, and both are carrying spear like weapons. The one on the left is orange and appears slightly obese, while the one on the right is maroon and much slimmer. They appear to be having a conversation, speaking in an unknown language. Asheworth, Szulc and ATF-1 regroup with the others who were waiting patiently for them while they took lookout. “The ongoing dialogue is in hushed tones to avoid catching the guards attention” Szulc: Looks like we found our dragons. Asheworth: Yeah, but it’s not what I expected. It seems they changed greatly due to being down here for so long, they evolved into humanoids and seemed to have built what I can only guess to be their own civilization. ATF-1: The entrance is right at the end of this hall, and there’s two guards watching. ATF-3: They’re guarding the entrance? ATF-1: Yes, though it doesn’t look like they’re taking their job seriously. All they seem to be doing is standing around talking to one another. ATF-2: I guess that makes sense; I mean what’s the point of guarding a gate if no one can find their way down here? It sounds like a waste of men to me. Rivera: Focus, please. We still need to know whether they're peaceful or not. The group goes quiet as they try to plan the next course of action, when Szulc suddenly speaks. Szulc: I’m going to go reveal myself to them. ATF-1: Whoa hold on a second doc! I don’t know if that’s a good idea, I get you’re determined on the idea of peaceful negotiation, but you’re too important to just put your life at risk! Szulc: I came on this investigation mission on the chance of encountering a sapient anomalous species to negotiate with, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do! Besides, what other options do we have? Asheworth: Let her go. Rivera: Are you sure? What if— Asheworth: I trust that she knows what she’s doing. Plus she’s right, we don’t have any other options at the moment. (To Szulc) But we'll be right behind you just in case. Szulc: Thanks, I appreciate it. (Takes a deep breath before exhaling) Alright… here goes nothing. Szulc stands and proceeds forward towards the gate as the rest of the team follows closely behind. The humanoids are still deep in their conversation and have yet to notice them. Eventually the orange guard catches them in the corner of their eye and immediately notices them, they react with immediate shock and terror as they quickly notify their partner who also has the same reaction. They proceed to point their spears towards the group as the maroon guard then pulls out what looks to be a blowhorn and blows into it, letting out a low drone that is estimated to be a warning siren. ATF-3: Shit! That’s not good! ATF-2: Something tells me they don’t like strangers. The gate behind the guards suddenly starts to rise as it opens. Once it does more armed guards come running as they proceed to surround the team with their weapons facing them. One of them in a more detailed gold armor, assumed to be the leader of the squad begins to speak in the unknown language. Guard #1: (Speaks demandingly in unknown language) The ATF agents immediately raise their firearms towards the guards as Asheworth and Rivera also get in a defensive position, expecting a fight to ensue…until they’re stop by Szulc. Szulc: WAIT, STOP! Rivera: Anna, what are you doing?! Szulc: They’re not hostile! ATF-2: Not hostile my ass! We’re surrounded with them pointing their weapons at us! Szulc: In self-defense! ATF-2: What? Szulc: Look at their body language and facial expressions, they’re afraid of us. As ATF-1’s helmet cam focuses on the faces of the guards, it is indeed clear that their facial expressions show signs of fear and caution. Guard #1: (Shouts in unknown language) Szulc: Please …Let me try and reason with them. Asheworth:…Do as she says. ATF-1: But sir- Asheworth: I won't repeat myself. The team eventually acknowledges and lowers their weapons, Szulc then raises her arms as a sign of surrender and cooperation as she slowly moves forward. This puts the guards at an unease as some of them silently gasp along with slightly backing away. Guard #1: (Speaks demandingly at Szulc in unknown language while thrusting their spear forward as a show of force.) Szulc: Calm down! We mean you no harm, we come in peace. Can you understand me? Guard #1: (Shows signs of caution as they again speak demandingly in unknown language) Szulc: Take it easy, we’re not going to hurt you. The guard is panting and beginning to sweat as they keep their guard up, although they’re starting to show signs of doubt in their fear. ATF-3: I don’t think they understand English. Hey doc, do you know what they’re saying? Asheworth: No, I don’t recognize the language. ATF-2: I got an idea, do you know any ancient languages? Asheworth: That's Vemhoff's expertise, but I've picked a few things up. What are you suggesting? ATF-2: Well remember that thing I mentioned about the myth inspiration with the Yin and Yang? Maybe they know some old human languages. ATF-1: It’s worth a shot. Asheworth: <Sighs> Alright, But I doubt it’ll work. Asheworth makes his way next to Szulc, which keeps the guards around them uneasy as many of them keep their eyesight on him. Asheworth: (Clears his throat) Okay let’s see…(Latin) We mean you no harm. The guard doesn’t respond, indicating Latin isn’t familiar to them. Asheworth: No? Okay then. (Sumerian) We are not your enemy. Again no response. ATF-3: How about something much older? Maybe an anomalous language? Asheworth: Well, there is one that I can try. (In Sarkic) We come in peace. The guard widens their eyes in surprise as they start lowering their weapon. All the other guards around them also show signs of shock as they start mumbling to one another all the while starting to lower their guard. Szulc: It’s working, they seem to understand! ”The following dialogue is translated from Sarkic to English for ease of understanding” Guard #1: (Now speaking in Sarkic) State your business! Who are you and how did you find this place?! Asheworth: My name is Daniel Asheworth, me and my crew do not want to cause any trouble. We’re researchers, we represent the Foundation. We heard word of a small creature that looks similar to you being spotted around these mountains and came to investigate. The guard seems confused by this statement at first, until they suddenly came to a realization before shifting to annoyance as they pinch the brow of their nose. Guard #1: (Groans as he mutters to himself) Damn it Loki! I knew that kid was up to no good. When this is over I’m going to have a word with Zoron about that troublemaking hatchling of his! (To Asheworth) Why have you come here?! Asheworth: As stated before, we represent an organization known as The SCP Foundation. We came here under the assumption that there was life down here and wish to peacefully negotiate with you and your people. The mention of a peaceful negotiation seems to surprise them as they contemplate on this knowledge, until one of them, the orange one, steps forward with clear doubt and suspicion. Orange Guard: I don’t believe a word of this rubbish that you spout! How do we know you’re not just Fae spies of the Mad Queen’s empire in disguise sent to make us lower our guard for an ambush?! I bet there’s an entire armada of your Fae comrades ready to storm in here and butcher us like cattle! Their maroon partner then approaches his partner with a look of annoyance. Maroon Guard: Guma don’t be ridiculous, if they were Fae than they would be emitting way more mana12 than they’re giving off. Though I won’t deny he and the one red haired female next to those oddly armored knights have more mana than a standard human would have. Guma: Exactly! Those two could be Fae while these humans could be their slaves that they brought to use their low mana as a form of camouflage! Guard #1: Guma, Sembu, that’s Enough! I will not tolerate this nonsense! As if the Fae empire would ever associate themselves with humans. Asheworth: …How long exactly have your people been down here? Sembu: Two hundred seventy-six thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight years. Guma: Pfft! Know it all. Guard #1: I SAID ENOUGH! (Pounds the end of his spear into the ground) One more jabber out of either of you and you’ll be sentenced to mandrake uprooting duty! They immediately stand in a more straightforward position in response to the demand. Guma & Sembu: Yes Captain Agron! Asheworth: Ahem! Not to interrupt this disciplining, but I feel I should let you all know that the Fae empire fell over twenty-four hundred thousand years ago. All the guards loudly gasp in absolute shock as they once again mutter to one another in disbelief and surprise at this revelation. Captain Agron: Is…Is this true?! The empire has fallen, the Mad Queen is dead?! Asheworth: Yes, In fact that’s one of the things we wanted to discuss with you and whoever is in charge of your people about. The empire is gone, and Mab is dead. But we don’t believe the threat she poses is truly gone, we were hoping we can gain your cooperation as an ally in hopes of combating her influence and whatever other threats might be afoot. Agron’s eyes widen even bigger than before as he fully comprehends the information he had just received. Asheworth: Of course we’ll need to bring it up with our higher ups first about what we found down here and of the partnership we wish to make with your people. Agron immediately turns his attention to one of the other guards present as he gives them an order in the unknown language. The guard salutes before heading back through the gate. Captain Agron: I’ve just ordered one of my men to inform the Dragoon’s circle and the Vajra King of your presence and your terms. If what you said is true, then this might mean our people’s time of living in fear and paranoia is over. We can finally rise from this pitiful state we find ourselves in now, and be the great beasts we were that soared through the crystal blue sky in ancient times once more! He then gets down on his knees, bows his head and places his hand on his chest in a sign of respect and a welcoming gesture. The rest of the squad copies the gesture. Captain Agron: I am Captain Agron Skyrim of the Droganian Armada. Welcome to Arcadia, sanctuary of the last dragons! Szulc looks to Asheworth with a look of satisfaction, after getting over her shock at what has just occurred. Szulc: We made peace? Asheworth: Not completely, but it looks like we soon will. Szulc: <Fist pumps> Yes! I'm so excited to learn all about these creatures! Asheworth: I figured you would be. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Dr. Daniel Asheworth’s crew and the leaders of the SCP-7629 entities who identified themselves as "Droganians” agreed to a later meeting to discuss negotiations and the possibility of cooperation. Afterward Daniel Asheworth’s team returned to the surface and informed O5 Command of their findings and the plans of a meeting. Addendum 7629-2: Olivié Gwyneth Interview With the discovery of the SCP-7629 communities’ connection to the Fae (Homo sapiens sidhe) as well as evidence of historical conflicts with PoI-001-C ("Queen Mab”), an interview with a Fae Esterbergian was authorized to determine if any familiarity with SCP-7629 was present within the anomalous community. The following is the transcript of the interview conducted with Olivié Gwyneth, a Fae historian employed at Esterberg city hall’s library. Interviewed: Olivié Gwyneth Interviewer: Jessie Rivera <Begin Log> Rivera: Thank you for agreeing to conduct this interview Olivié. I understand that you’re probably busy working within the library of city hall. Olivié Gwyneth: It’s not a big deal. I can make time for friends. So what is it that you wish to know? I’m assuming you once again like to increase your knowledge regarding the diasporas?13 Rivera: No, not today. Actually I’m here to gather some information on something else that might have connection to Fae history as a favor for some colleagues of mine. Olivié Gwyneth: Well I’d be more than happy to offer my aid. So, what is it that you wish to know about? Rivera: Well…I was wondering if you or the library has any information regarding dragons. Olivié Gwyneth: Dragons? Rivera: Yeah, or at the very least something similar. Olivié Gwyneth is silent for a time as she goes into deep thought, seeming to recall something. Olivié Gwyneth: Actually…I think I know something about what you’re looking for. Rivera: You do? Olivié Gwyneth: Yeah, but I’m not sure if it’ll be of much help. It’s not really much historical, more like an old fairytale, or to be more specific it's one that was derived from some old religious text found long ago. It’s something that my grandmother actually used to tell me when I was little, a story she learned from her grandmother. Rivera: I’m sure that it’ll be helpful information, so feel free to tell me. Olivié Gwyneth: Okay. Well as the story goes, a long, long time ago, back when the Earth was still young and when we still lived within the trees under a golden sunny day and a beautiful starry night. The sky was ruled by the ones called “The Sky Keepers”, great winged lizards that can fly fast enough to shatter the wind and were strong enough to break mountains. But it was their mastery of magic and mana that they really shined. Rivera: Magic and mana? Care to elaborate? Olivié Gwyneth: While all creatures of Gaia radiated mana, with some more than others such as us the Fae and the Yeren who were also around at the time, none radiated such mighty mana more than The Sky Keepers. Compared to them, we were a mere campfire while they were like a raging inferno engulfing a forest! But while they were mighty and terrifying beasts, they were also wise and noble. They were said to worship a mighty black winged serpent just like them, only this one could dwarf a castle and scar the very face of Gaia herself! It was from their knowledge that we learned how to wield the hidden powers that mana possessed and with it we along many others prospered. Rivera: So they taught you how to use magic? Olivié Gwyneth: Yes. They say without their knowledge, we probably would’ve faded away never to see beyond the trees we inhabited. Rivera: What happened to them? If they ruled the skies back then, why aren’t they now? Olivié Gwyneth: Well…you see, not everyone was so righteous and well-intended. Like all great powers, there were those who wanted it for good…and those who wanted it for evil. Many began hunting The Sky Keepers to steal their great powers and their vast pools of mana for themselves, some even believe this was how the queen herself became so mighty. There was even some who heard stories about how they were also fighting their own war, one against something that they called “The Feral One”, who or what exactly they were referring to remains a mystery. Then one day…they disappeared. Rivera: Just like that? They just vanished without a trace? Olivié Gwyneth: Well they themselves did, but the teachings they bestowed unto us and the many treasures they protected were left behind. What exactly happened to them is a mystery. Some believe they all died, some say they left to another sky to live in peace, while others believe that they went into hiding and are secretly among us to this day. However, no one has been able to prove what happened because no one could find any evidence. Rivera:: What do you think? Olivié Gwyneth: Well. When I was little, I hoped I could one day meet them and see their amazing magic that my grandmother said mesmerized and inspired so many. But that was a long time ago, I stopped believing in such silly dreams and fantasies…However, a part of me deep down believes they indeed existed, and that they’re still out there somewhere, waiting for the day to be seen in the sky again…A part of that little girl who still dreams of meeting them. Rivera:…Thank you very much Olivié, I really appreciate this information that you shared. I’ll admit it is quite a story, and you know what…I get the feeling that dream may soon come true. <End Log> Closing Statement: After this interview, several other Fae denizens of Esterberg were questioned and shared the same story and their own thoughts. Yeren denizens were also questioned, who shared their own similar story. Addendum 7629-3: Meeting with SCP-7629-ARTHUR Following the events of the exploration log in Addendum 7629-1, The O5 Council was informed of the findings from Daniel’s Asheworth’s team. With the discoveries made in regards to the SCP-7629 populations connection and history with PoI-001-C ("Queen Mab"), the meeting between Daniel Asheworth’s team and the leader of the SCP-7629 community (referred to as 7629-ARTHUR) was approved with the terms of negotiation to be immediately reported to O5 Command afterwards. For easier means of communication, Dr. Alistair Vemhoff14 was requested for the meeting as translator for those currently incapable of communicating with 7629 instances. The following is the video log transcript of the events of the meeting with SCP-7629-ARTHUR. Video Log Transcript Date: 08/24/98 Subject: SCP-7629 Team Lead: Dr. Daniel Asheworth Team Members: Dr. Jessie Rivera, Dr. Anna Szulc, Dr. Alistair Vemhoff NOTE: All communications have been translated for convenience. In original video log, Dr. Alistair Vemhoff translated all communications made by SCP-7629 instances to remainder of team and vise versa, these were removed from the updated logs. [BEGIN LOG] Daniel Asheworth’s team have reach the turn leading to the entrance to the Droganian settlement and are proceeding forward. Asheworth: (To Vemhoff) Remember, while they do apparently have their own language, they actually know Sarkic. You can of course ask them about their language. Vemhoff: I was actually planning to gather information on their native language either way. No need to remind me, but thanks either way. Asheworth: Just thought I’d let you know either way. They arrive at the large gateway into the settlement, with the three Droganian guards “identified as Captain Agron, Guma, and Senbu from the previous exploration log” standing post. They spot the team and proceed forward to greet them. Captain Agron: Ah Asheworth, you and your companions have returned. I see you brought another with you. Vemhoff: I'm Dr. Alistar Vemhoff, head of Site-120’s translation team. I’ve been requested to accompany as translator for the rest of our team, as well as to learn about your native language and whatever languages you may have knowledge of. Senbu: Oh we indeed known a number of other languages, but as a means to get started on your cataloguing of the knowledge you seek, we refer to our native language as “Dragina”. But we wouldn’t also mind learning your languages as well. Captain Agron: That’ll be enough Senbu. (To Vemhoff) But of course, I’m sure once we proceed with the negotiations, we’d be able to teach in the ways of our native tongue. Szulc: Don’t mind my interruption but, can we please proceed to the meeting with your leader? I’m honestly exhilarated to start negotiations as well as learning about your culture. Captain Agron: But of course young maiden. We were ordered to await your arrival so we can escort you to the royal halls. (To Guma) Open the doors! Arcadia Main Gate. With an annoyed groan, Guma approaches the main gate before pulling a dangling rope, resulting in a loud ringing akin to a bell to be heard. Three seconds later the gateway rises allowing entry into the settlement. Captain Agron: Right this way! The team are then escorted by the three Droganians through the gateway, where more guards are seen standing guard on the other side. They’re lead down a walkway where a large rural village becomes visible. Many Droganian citizens can be seen proceeding with their daily lives. From farmers working on their crops, housewives scrubbing laundry before hanging them on clothes lines, to children roaming around without a care. Aside from Vemhoff, Daniel and the others showed surprise by the culture’s rural and primitive lifestyle. Rivera: This…is not what I was picturing. Vehmoff smirks in response to Rivera's statement. Rivera: I mean considering the massive amounts of EVE we detected when we first came down here as well as the fact of the Fae, Yeren, and a number of the other humanoid species that the foundation is aware of. I was expecting a more technological advance culture, not…This. The group finally makes it to the bottom of the stairs and are now making their way through the village. The denizens finally notice the unexpected guests and are apparently startled by them. Some of them freeze as they stare at them in surprise, some quickly return to their homes, most of the children run back to their parents, and some of them grab farming equipment or tools to use as weapons as if expecting trouble. Noticing this, Agron stops before speaking to the citizens in Dragina, causing them to first show surprise before slightly calming down, although some of them are still wary of the outsiders. Some of them started rushing to other portions of the settlement. Agron then turns to the team and speaks again in Sarkic. Captain Agron: I informed them that they have nothing to fear and that you are guests with peaceful intentions, as well as to inform the rest of the citizens of what I just stated. Should make it easier to proceed forward without the spread of fear. Szulc: Are your people that afraid of outsiders? Guma: What do you expect? We’ve been down here for thousands of years hiding from a crazy tyrant and her empire who, until you guys showed up, we didn’t know died off not long after we came down here. You think we wouldn’t become a little paranoid over time?! Rivera: You never considered going back out to see if it’s safer now? Senbu: Actually, we sent out a large scouting party a few thousand years ago for just that reason. Unfortunately, they never came back, so we assumed the surface was no longer safe. Vehmoff: If we’re done with the little history lesson, we should continue forward so we can proceed with the meeting. Captain Agron: Of course, this way. The guards continue to lead the team through the village. As they do they see more of the homes and shacks that make up the settlement’s architecture. All the buildings they’re currently coming across are composed of wood and bamboo, reminiscent of architectural designs from the early 12th century. They also spotted wooden furniture along with primitive tools such as axes, shovels and pitchforks. Rural Settlement Structures. Szulc: If I may, I noticed that all the buildings here seem to be made of wood. So, if you don’t mind me asking, how did your people managed to get wood if you’ve been stuck down here? Guma: It’s called magic. Senbu: Ahem! To be more specific, we used enchantments to fertilize the earth in this cavern into soil as well as to sprout vegetation which we then harvested and used to plant more crops and greenery to construct a more flourishing and livable environment. Vehmoff: Chlorokinetic thaumaturgy? I’m guessing you used other thaumaturgical means to develop the current ecosystem? Senbu: Definitely. We used it to help us create a renewable source of water by manipulating underground water veins within the mountains, thus creating our current lakes and rivers, which also helps us to always ensure a bountiful harvest. Asheworth then notices a farm where various livestock such as pigs, chickens, and cows are present. There were also some species that didn’t seem familiar to anything currently known by humans. Asheworth: What about the animals? Senbu: We grabbed as many of whatever animals we can scavenge before we came down here. We also ensure that they’re all in good health conditions to prevent the possibility of livestock shortages. (Looks to Guma) Especially when some of us have too big of an appetite! Guma: Hey, it’s not my fault rotisserie style roasted boar is so juicy that it makes my mouth water! Senbu: Yeah? Well, what about the time you nearly emptied out all the merlock meat from the meat lockers?! Guma: I told you that was an accident! I was under the influence of those mogul mushrooms! Senbu: Everyone knows you should never eat raw mogul mushrooms! Guma: I thought they were regular mushrooms! Senbu: THEY LOOK NOTHING LIKE— The loud sound of roaring fire is heard as Agron angrily lets out a quick roar, along with a burst of flames from his mouth. This causes the other two to cease their argument. Captain Agron: My apologies, but these two always tend to cause some form of commotion whenever they’re together. Vehmoff: Very unprofessional for soldiers if you ask me. Captain Agron: You have no idea. The walk continues for another 25 minutes. During the walk they’ve come across many other sights around the village. They pass a district composed entirely of lush farmlands where plants and crops both familiar and unfamiliar are being harvested, a lake with crystal clear blue water with a park where some families are having picnics or fishing, shops for manufacturing of goods such as a bakery and a forgery, and what appears to be the entrance to a mineshaft as some muscular Droganians are seen exiting with carts full of metal ore and minerals. All the while passing hundreds of lantern posts that are spread throughout the settlement. Rivera: I must say, you did a great job building your community as it is, though it makes me wonder why you haven’t advanced in regards to technology and architecture, not too mention the massive amounts of EVE that we’ve detected down here. Senbu: EVE? Asheworth: I believe the first time we met, you referred to it as mana. Senbu: Oh! You mean you humans have developed the ability to sense mana as well?! Rivera: Actually no, we have machines that do that. But as I stated before with how much we detected down here, I was expecting your civilization to be more highly developed and greater than what we see now. Guma: It’s better to stay low and simple rather than draw unwanted attention from your enemies. Szulc: Are you saying you live a primitive lifestyle as a form of camouflage? Captain Agron: I believe it would be better if our leaders explain all the details to you about that. But to give you the basic idea, we chose to take on these forms and avoided progress to ensure that those who desired our power do not discover this place, thus preventing the possibility of being revealed and exterminated. Asheworth: Chose to? You mean your humanoid appearance isn’t a result of evolution? Senbu: Oh no, as this point it has become natural to us to appear like this. But we can change back into our original forms if we wanted to. Rivera: You can?! Senbu: Of course! (To Agron) Captain, permission to demonstrate to our guests? Agron stops to consider this request. After a few seconds he comes to his decision. Captain Agron: I’ll allow it this once. Since it is a request from our guests, and they no doubt wish to require more knowledge. Senbu then backs away from the group to have more space, his body begins to glow with a bright red light as his EVE levels began to increase tremendously. The light then consumes his entire body which then proceeds to distort and morph into a new shape. Eventually the light dies down and where Senbu once stood was an eastern style winged dragon approximately 8.23m in length, 1.19m in height, and 1.14m in width. It had a serpentine body with maroon scales and a tan underbelly, it’s eyes were a wheat brown, it’s hair was a dark chestnut, and the leather folds of it’s wings were a vibrant deep orange. Asheworth and the rest of the team were visibly shocked and impressed by the transformation, with Vehmoff showing signs of interest…Even when it spoke to them. Senbu: So what do you think? Asheworth: Impressive. Very much so. Never did I think I'd see a real, breathing dragon after the War. <smiles> And yet, here I am. Guma: You think that’s impressive wait until you see what our king looks like. Captain Agron: Watch your tongue Guma! I will not tolerate anyone speaking of the Vajra King Ranga in such a manner! Guma: What?! It was a compliment! Captain Agron: Speaking of which, we’re nearly at the royal halls, so let’s keep moving forward. (To Senbu) That’s enough Senbu. Senbu once again was swallowed by the red light and his EVE drops back to their original levels as he reverts to his humanoid form. They continue their walk to their destination. Five minutes later they come up to a large flight of stairs where four guards are standing post at both sides. They salute Agron who returns the gesture as he leads the team up the stairway. Two minutes later they reach the top of the stairway as they now find themselves approaching a much more vibrant and professionally built temple like structure with architecture reminiscent of Chinese temples from the 3rd Dynasty era. Royal Hall Structure. Captain Agron: We have arrived! This is the sacred royal hall of the Dragoon’s Circle, led by the royal Vajra King. They have already been informed of your presence and are awaiting your arrival. They have much they wish to speak with you about, but The Vajra King himself wishes to meet with your group alone first before proceeding with the meeting. Szulc: That’s not a problem, I actually would like to ask him some questions first before we get down to the negotiations. Asheworth: That pretty much goes for all of us, as we all no doubt have something to ask him. Captain Agron: Excellent, then let us proceed! They make their way towards the temple, at the front gates are two guards standing watch who upon spotting Agron and the others, open the gates allowing them entry. Agron salutes them as they salute back as the team continues forward. They finds themselves within a well furnished and elegantly designed foyer, numerous statues, and paintings of Droganian figures and events can be found on display in many corners of the chamber. The team proceed forward up the stairways in the middle of the chamber as they proceed pass the second floor and up to the third with a large set of double doors at the end. They proceed through the door leading to a long hallway where many Droganian guards are standing post in a line on both sides of the hallway. As they proceed forward, the team takes notice of several stain glass mural windows placed across the hallway. They all show imagery that matches with several of the murals seen from within the tunnel, but much more detailed and telling a more detailed story. The first depicts the same massive four-winged black dragon radiating light, but it appears far more muscular, and its eyes are now white glowing with a bright blue flame-like energy. It also has multiple horns protruding from its head taking of shape that looks akin to a crown or a form of royal headpiece. The second mural depicts the black dragon releasing a beam of light that takes on the form of a massive egg, with a flaming humanoid figure incubating it in flames. The third mural follows up on the second as the egg is seen hatching with numerous smaller dragons in varying shapes and colors emerging from it, with the larger black dragon looking down upon them. The fourth mural shows all the smaller dragons bowing before the black dragon as it emits a cloud of purple energy upon its followers , with the flaming humanoid offering them a golden flame, both seeming to be blessing them with power. The fifth mural shows many dragons engaging in many forms of activities much like what was depicted from the cave murals but more detailed. The sixth mural depicts a group of dragons suddenly being attacked by a pack of grey semi-bipedal creatures with feline and/or bat like physical characteristics, all the while a dark violet shroud with four glowing eyes is rising from the distance. The seventh mural depicts the dark shroud, now sporting the silhouette of a four eyed tiger head, sprouting tendrils that extend onto a group of dragons. They appear to be experiencing both pain and being driven mad by the shroud as their eyes are glowing with dark violet flames. The eighth mural depicts the black dragon and the smaller dragons going to war against the grey feline creatures and the dark entity, who has taken the form of a monstrous white-haired tiger with jagged purple stripes, needle like protrusions on it’s back, and a tail ending in a bladed tip.15 The final mural depicts the black dragon sealing away the tiger entity into a purple crystal, which is then depicted falling into a pit deep into the earth before being sealed with a large golden glowing stone. They finally make it to the end of the hallway where a large highly detailed set of crimson double doors are located. Agron then stops the others with a raise of his hand. Captain Agron: The throne room is just on the other side of these doors here, The Vajra King awaits you on the other side. However, me and my men must wait here as you meet him. Asheworth: That’s understandable. Thank you for the assistance you’ve provided us so far. Captain Agron: Just doing what I must if it will ensure a brighter future for my people. I wish you all the best of luck, may the mighty light of Bahamut16 bring you strength and guidance. Guma and Senbu proceed to open the double doors as Agron moves to the side to allow them entry. The team continues to walk forward as they now find themselves in a large chamber with many marble columns and busts that presumably depicts past rulers judging by the crown each one possesses. At the end of the chamber is a platinum throne with dark red velvet fabric and embedded with many jewels such as rubies, saphires, emeralds, diamonds, and pearls. Perched on the throne is a Droganian dressed in royal garbs ranging from a ankle high grey tunic with gold and silver decals, and a black long sleeved ankle length robe with deep red and warm purple highlights along the sleeves and lower base. A gold shoulder padded guard piece around the neck with etchings inlayed with silver, long crimson ceremonial scarves inlayed with words in the Dragina language, A heavily jewel embedded gold head piece resembling those worn by ancient Chinese monarchs, along with numerous jewelry pieces. His scales are a bright crimsons with yellow and white patterns, has beep blue eyes, long smooth shoulder length white hair, and the leather folds of his wings were a golden orange. Upon noticing Asheworth and his team, he shows curiosity and excitement as he rises from his throne to greet them in Sarkic. King: Ah, I see our guests have arrived, Welcome to my sacred palace! I am Ragna Von Morrowind, 19th Vajra King of Arcadia, home of the Droganians and the last sanctuary of the Sky Keepers! Which one of you is the one called Asheworth? Asheworth: That would be me your highness. Daniel Asheworth of The SCP Foundation. These are my colleagues, Dr. Jessie Rivera, Dr. Anna Szulc, and Dr. Alistair Vemhoff, Who will serve as translator. We came in the hopes of negotiations as well as a partnership with you and your people. King Ragna: But of course, I’m fully aware that you wish to make an alliance with us in the hopes of us aiding you in dealing with the dark malevolent forces that hide in the shadows. Asheworth: Yes, more or less. Vehmoff: We also hope to learn whatever we can about your species and all they are capable in regards to biology and thaumaturgy, as well as whatever you can provide us in regards to your society and culture such as your history, religion, languages, and practices that may proof beneficial to The Foundation and it’s goals. King Ragna: I fully understand. However, before we can proceed with the meeting of negotiations, I have a few questions that I liked to bestow upon you, and I know you have much questions of your own. Asheworth: That’s why we’re here your highness. So, ask away! King Ragna: Of course. Now from I’ve been told, you stated that The Mad Queen Mab and her mighty empire have long since crumbled along with her death. Is this the genuine truth? Asheworth: It is indeed true. The Fae empire has been dead for many thousands of years and hasn’t risen again since, and while the Fae are still present to this day, their numbers have drastically dwindled due to…unforeseen consequences and manipulations. However, despite a few who remain loyal to Mab, the Fae are now on more peaceful terms with humanity as well as our organization. Also yes, Mab is dead. However, we don’t believe she is completely gone as we believe her soul still slightly lingers in this plane of existence and we fear the possibility of her finding a means to return. King Ragna: So the queen still haunts this world and still poses a threat to all? I see, and you seek our aid to ensure she does not return…Well as long as she no longer poses a threat to my people, I’m sure we can become your allies in this fight. Rivera: That would be very appreciated your highness. King Ragna: However that does bring the question…What of her sister? It was common knowledge that Mab had a sister who was more benevolent. Rivera: She unfortunately was killed by Mab and had her name stolen after she revolted against her resulting in a civil war between her followers and Mabs. King Ragna: Well…That is unfortunate, but it is good to know that she saw the error of her sister’s ways. If she were alive today than she would’ve been a most valuable ally for both our parties. Asheworth: Yeah…I guess she would of. Anything else you’d like to know? King Ragna: What of the nightwalkers? What became of them? Szulc: The Yeren? They are still around and are now on peaceful terms with the Fae remnants. After the fall of the Fae empire they were the dominant species for a time, they went on to build their own prospering civilization where they created vast cities and machines from plants and organic matter. The Foundation has even interacted and cooperated with them on a number of occasions. King Ragna: You said they were the dominant species for a time, I’m assuming that eventually came to an end didn’t it? Asheworth: Yes it did. Like I stated before, Mab still exists in this world as a spirit, and, well thousands of years ago she managed to manipulate humanity into rising up against them. Resulting in the Second Great Diaspora, also known as The Day of Flowers. King Ragna: The second you say? How many of these Great Diasporas occurred? Asheworth: Three of them. King Ragna: I’m assuming the First Diaspora was when the Fae empire fell correct? What was the third one if humanity is still dominant? Asheworth:…That would be the unforeseen consequences I mentioned that wiped out most of the Fae. Rivera: Hold on! I just realized something. Shouldn't it actually be Four Diasporas then? With your history in mind, I mean. King Ragna: (Chuckles slightly) No no no. we were not the first of these diasporas. Yes, we were an extremely powerful and intelligent race, and we still are to this day. However, we were not much of a dominant species but more of a major species. We did rule the skies, some even called us The Children of the Sky, but we were not the prior rulers of this world, we let those who lived among the earth rule over it while we held dominion over the skies and shared knowledge from time to time. Asheworth: Which brings me to our first question…what exactly happened that led you to come down here, and what of your history prior to coming here? King Ragna expression morphs into one of sadness and pity as he contemplates this question. He then sighs before turning around walking towards one of the busts of past rulers. King Ragna:…As I already stated, while you, the fairfolk, and the nightwalkers roamed the earth that is Gaia’s face below, we were the masters of the clouds and the endless blue horizon that was present when the sun would shine it’s comforting light, as well as when it shifted into the black star filled void when the moon offered us comfort when in the dark. Our people began much like all others of this world, when the ancient gods and guardians of the world walked alongside Gaia when her domain was still that of an infant. From the iron scholar and his sister the mother of flesh, the monarch of blood soaked thorns and living shadows, The master of matter and particles who went to build his domain upon the halo world that neighbors our own, The serpent that rules over the sanctuary of all knowledge of this world and beyond along with its dark counterpart that destroys knowledge down to the very soul, as well as many others praised by both humans, Fae, and Yeren. King Ragna: But out of all of those deities, there were two who we not only praise beyond all others, but who are the parents that brought my people onto the lands of Gaia. The first and greatest was Bahamut The Sky Lord “Emperor of Wind and Father of The Sky Keepers”, the second was Pangloss The Eternal Fire “The Flamebearer and Guardian of Harmony”. Bahamut conceived the egg that birthed us and Pangloss was the one to offer it warmth with his sacred flames. When our people were born, Bahamut bestowed upon us the gift of high mana and intellect, while Pangloss offered us the golden flame that burns within all of us. We then went on to rule over all above the clouds as we sought out to learn about the unknown secrets of this world and spreading that knowledge on to those below us so that they too may prosper and shine, as well as basking in the many riches and wonders that this world had to offer. This went on for many years as we came to be both respected and feared by those who looked up into the sky, as we danced and sang above as the great masters of mana and wisdom that we came to be. King Ragna then turned back to them, showing his facial expression shifted into that of detest and disgust. King Ragna: …But there was one who did not find our ways and even our very being satisfactory, but as repulsive and a waste of what we were capable of. One who relished in the ways of primal fury and chaos, who was the manifestation of animalistic cruelty and the darker instincts that all creatures of this existence had deep within… Bahji was her name. Bahji The Savage “Empress of the Cold, The Violent Tigress” is what we called her. So, she along with her mad spawn, the Chuba we called them, set out to rip the very wisdom Bahamut bestowed onto his children, and corrupt us into primal savages, mindless beasts who knew nothing but violence and rage! Many have lost friends and family as they were driven mad, some even turning on those they cherished like they were nothing but vermin…So then did the War of Wisdom began, as Bahamut lead us to battle against Bahji and her feral abominations. The battle was one that caused the very world to shiver in fear. Mountains burst as they erupted in smoke and magma, seas rippled and pulsed as they were turned red by the blood of the fallen, the skies raged with lightning and hail that pelted the lands of Gaia for many days with no end, and even the very earth itself fractured and was deformed, which led to the unnecessary and unbearable loss of innocent souls… It was more than just a war… It was an apocalypse. Eventually we triumphed over the feral ones, as Bahji was too ignorant to see that intellect can subdue even the most brutal of titans. Bahamut then sealed her and her foul followers in a great obsidian tomb, which he then banished to the deepest pit below the earth and sealed it with an impenetrable golden monolith, so that The Empress of Cold Anarchy and her forces of ferocity would never again attempt to plunge this world into mindless bloodshed and soulless violence! King Ragna takes a deep breath before proceeding with his story. King Ragna: Afterwards we went on with our lives, and to mourn for our loved ones and comrades who were lost in the brutal war. Bahamut then made a great sacrifice to ensure Bahji would never return, by going back down into that pit and sealing the hole with him inside to guard it. He would remain there to ensure that the seal would not fail, and that the obsidian prison would not break open…He sacrificed his freedom so that we and all others of enlightened minds can continue to live peaceful lives from the dark forces that seek to snuff it out like the loneliest of candles. Over time things went back to the way they were, as we lived in the clouds and spread wisdom to those below as they too recovered from the disasters brought upon them by our war. It seemed things would once again be peaceful for us above and those below…Then came those who sought out our gifts and wisdom with evil intent. Many began to hunt down our people to steal what we possessed, to feel the taste of the power we held within. Of course, many of them failed to accomplish this, and were punished for their shameless greed. Bestowing upon them horrible curses reserved only for the most despicable of fiends or denying them the chance to ever again know the hidden powers that mana bestowed on all. His expression shifted again into that of pity and regret as he has his back turned, all the while looking down in shame. King Ragna:…Then came The Mad Queen. She too desired our power and the darker knowledge that we kept hidden from those who could not handle these truths without succumbing to madness. In our arrogance, we believed she would fail much like all others…But we were wrong. She succeeded in tasting the raw power of our mana and drank the dark secrets we withheld, it made her feel like she was on the path of a greater might than those who came before her, that with more she would reach the height of true apotheosis and become the new god of this reality, one greater than all who came before… and she believed it. She and her followers proceeded to hunt us down and drain us until we were all but dry, leaving us nothing more than empty husks. With each victim her power grew, as well as her greed, making it all the more difficult to stand against her might. Many of us prayed to Bahamut that he would return to deliver us from this massacre…but he did not answer, as he fell into a deep slumber as he continued to guard the cage of animosity. Some even prayed to Pangloss to deliver us… But he was just as silent, as he vanished into the stars, too far to hear our pleas. As our numbers continued to dwindle, we came to the conclusion that the longer we made our presence known, the bigger the fear that our kind will meet its ultimate end will come true. So, with no choice and with great shame…we fled. We fled deep into the bowels of the earth where we would remain as the mad monarch’s domain spread across the face of Gaia like an infection, believing that we had to give up our domain over the clouds to ensure that our very existence continued. Down here we remained, slaves to the fear of extinction by greater powers, building a new way of life from the paranoia that consumed us all, reducing us into a pitiful state as we chose the way of cowards…We were once mighty kings and queens…now we are nothing more than peasants. The room remained absolutely silent as everyone fully comprehended the tale of tragedy that they heard. Overcome with the feeling of shock, amazement, pity, and sadness. Szulc was showing signs that she was about to start weeping. Vehmoff, despite his usual calm and collected demeanor, showed some signs of deep pity for the king and his people. Rivera had her hands clasped over her mouth in a silent gasp as she fully contemplated how low these creatures had fallen. As for Asheworth…He was still in absolute shock about what he heard, but his face also showed a glimpse of determination, of inspiration. Asheworth: …That's one hell of a story. King Ragna: I understand that this is a lot for all of you to take in. It just shows how constantly living in fear for so long has reduced us to such a sad people. Strong and mighty in body…but weak willed. Rivera: That’s the one thing I don’t understand. Why is your society in such a primitive state? Why haven’t you gotten around to progress and developing your architecture and technology?! I mean the Fae and the Yeren have reached that peak of civilization…so why didn’t you? Vehmoff: Also, how is it that your people know how to speak the Sarkic language if you never went back to the surface? King Ragna: We actually did consider developing our society to a stronger and more adept one in the past, but we then came to fear that doing so would alert our enemies of our presence with all the activity caused by it. The reason we’re not advanced is because we were afraid it would expose us. That is also the main reason we are the way you see us now. These forms work to slightly shield our high levels of mana, yes, it’s still much higher than yours, but nowhere near as high when in our natural forms. Overtime this form became natural to the point that newborns are automatically brought into the world in this form. We can still revert to our original forms as we do use them for more strenuous tasks at times…But they’ll always serve as a reminder of how far we’ve fallen. Rivera: Be consumed by fear, and that fear will drown you in weakness. King Ragna: As for how we speak…what did you call it, Sarkic? I was under the impression it was called Ämäragnä? Vehmoff: It is, that’s just what we’re calling it because it’s linked to a religious group that the Foundation has known about and ran into multiple times for years. King Ragna: Ah, I see. Anyways, we know this language because it was the language of the Mother of Flesh herself. We studied and learned many languages of both the gods and the ancient peoples, some probably forgotten by those above today or have drastically changed overtime…just like us most likely. Forgotten by time and reduced to mere myth or stories. The room is once again silent for a time, until Asheworth puts on a face of pure determination and his body languages tenses. Asheworth: Not for long. This surprises the king as he focuses on Asheworth. Asheworth: Your people have been hiding in fear long enough. Let us change that. Together. Rivera: Daniel? Asheworth: We’re going to help you the best we and The Foundation can. Nobody deserves this. Szulc: I'll offer all I can as well. As the head of Inter-species Communications, I will do everything I can to help build a better world for your people. We may even be able to get permission to allow the Droganians to visit the city of Esterberg, and interact with the citizens. Both human, Fae, and Yeren. Rivera is at first surprised by this sudden behavior from Asheworth and Szulc, but when she looks into his eyes as he looks into hers, she immediately sees the look of determination and the promise to help these people as she smiles back and looks back to the king. Rivera: We’ll do everything we can to help you and your people King Ragna. You’re in good hands. (To Vehmoff) Right Alistair? He takes a deep breath and sighs before he nods his head in agreement with a soft smile. Vehmoff: As long as you provide us information and keep your end of the word, then I'll repay you by informing you and your people everything you need to know about the modern world. King Ragna was absolutely shocked and utterly surprised by the promises that Asheworth and his team have made as he continues to stare at them in shock. Eventually it shifts into relief and joy, to the point where tears are starting to fall from his eyes. He then slightly bows to them along with placing his hand on his heart. King Ragna: Thank you, my people and I are forever in your debt! [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] Asheworth and his team are now being lead by King Ragna down another long hallway with numerous guards aligned in a row on both sides, towards another large set of double doors. The doors are black with the imagery of 13 dragons, each with a different gemstone embedded in the chest with the dragon on top wearing a crown. King Ragna then turns to them as he holds up his hand. King Ragna: The grand meeting hall of the Dragoon’s Circle is just beyond these doors. This is where we shall initiate the meeting of negotiation and possible future cooperation. The other members of the circle should be waiting for us on the other side. Therefore I would kindly ask that you all wait here for a minute while I inform them that you have arrived so that we may be ready to start the meeting. Asheworth: That’s perfectly understandable. Let us know when we can enter so we can proceed. King Ragna: Of course, I’ll knock to let you know that you we are ready to proceed. King Ragna opens the double doors and enters the room before closing them. The group now proceeds to wait until the meeting is prepared. Asheworth: Remember to also note down everything that is discussed during the meeting, as well as all the agreements and benefits both of our parties shall provide one another. The O5 made it clear to inform them of everything that happens during the meeting. Szulc: Let’s jut hope that they actually agree on cooperating with them. Not that I don’t trust them, It’s just a small worry of mine. Vehmoff: The 05 are vary aware of how much of a threat Mab poses both to humanity and the anomalous world in general. If these are one of her enemies and possess vast power knowledge that the Foundation is currently unaware of, then they’ll want the Droganians on our side. Rivera: Speaking of Mab, we should probably inform them of dangerous groups such as Triumviraté17 and the Chaos Insurgency. Asheworth: We’ll make sure to let them know of the GoI that may target them if they knew what they were capable of. I’m more worried if the rest will act peaceful towards the Droganians or not. Rivera puts her hand on his shoulder to ensure things re going to be fine. Rivera: We’ll figure something out Daniel, I know we will. We managed to work it out with Esterberg, I’m sure this will work out as well. Asheworth: Thanks Jessie, I needed that boost in morale. A knock is then heard from the other side of the double doors, informing them that they may now proceed. Asheworth: That’s our cue, <sigh> let’s do this. They open the double doors and proceed forward. They find themselves in a large domed room with marble columns all around them with a glass domed ceiling with a golden chandelier hanging by many strong chains. At the center of the room is a large circular table made of a polished black stone with a deep purple hue, King Ragna and 12 other Droganians in regal attire are currently sitting. They notice them and King Ragna directs them to their seats…in English. King Ragna: Good, our guests are here! Have a seat. Asheworth and his group are taken back by the king suddenly speaking in normal English, which also leaves them very confused. Rivera: How…How do you suddenly know how to speak English?! King Ragna: Look behind you. They turn around and they all immediately notice the large glowing thaumaturgic rune on the double doors, which also makes them notice the very transparent wall of thaumaturgic energy surrounding the entire room they stood in. King Ragna That is a linguististical conversion sigil. It instantly converts the speech coming from all individuals within its field to be heard in the language they are most familiar with. I figured it would make things easier for both of our parties. Vehmoff:…I don’t know whether I should find this technique groundbreaking, or insulting to my field of study. King Ragna: No offense to you Vehmoff, just wanted to make it easier for the meeting. Speaking of which, shall we begin? Asheworth: Of course. The team then proceeds to the extra set of chairs that were set up for them. As everyone is now seated, King Ragna clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. King Ragna: Now, before we begin, I shall follow standard procedure and ensure that all members of the Dragoon Circle are present! Nailbarus? Nailbarus: Dragoon of Fire, right hand of Vajra king and head of law and order. Present! King Ragna: Good, Tarluna? Tarluna: Dragoon of Water and head of environmental stability. Present! King Ragna: Good, Roldrinth? Roldrinth: Dragoon of Lighting and head of military and security. Present! King Ragna: Good, Ykom? Ykom: Dragoon of Air and head of architecture and manufacturing. Present! King Ragna: Good, Eipy? Eipy: Dragoon of Flora and head of agriculture and food stock. Present! King Ragna: Good, Aymral? Aymral: Dragoon of Fauna and head of livestock population and condition. Present! King Ragna: Good, Bighed? Bighed: Dragoon of Stone and head of geological stability and mining operations. Present! King Ragna: Good, Fymrys? Fymrys: Dragoon of Ice and head of climate stability and manipulation. Present! King Ragna: Good, Illoa? Illoa: Dragoon of Body and head of health and protection of civilians. Present! King Ragna: Good, Xazo? Xazo: Dragoon of Mind and head of preservation of magical, informative and historical records. Present! King Ragna: Good, Mytoa? Mytoa: Dragoon of Spirit and head of magical practices and sacred relics. Present! King Ragna: Good, and finally, Uninth? Uninth: Dragoon of Light and head of ethical decision and morale. Present! King Ragna: Excellent! It seems that we are all present. With that, I hereby declare this meeting begins! Now our human guests here, ambassadors of The SCP Foundation have come to us today to discuss the possibility of negotiation and cooperation. Nailbarus: Negotiation and Cooperation? On what terms, what is it that these humans wish to gain from this? Asheworth: I can explain. We are an organization that seeks to contain what we dub as anomalies in order to protect the rest of humanity and even the world in general from whatever damages and catastrophes they could be capable of. Roldrinth: Are you making the assumptions that you see our kind as a threat?! Szulc: No! Not at all. We also ensure the protection of anomalies from those who would seek them out with unethical intentions, that includes sapient species like yourselves! We actually wish to have your people as allies to protect the lives of the innocent. Illoa: An alliance in other words? King Ragna: Correct. They promised to help us in anyway that they can, they wouldn’t have went through all the trouble of arranging this meeting for nothing. Asheworth: Exactly. When we learned about your people’s history and the incredible abilities you possess, We here hoping you would offer your assistance in aiding our goals. Xazo: By history, you’re referring to the Mad Queen and her empire correct? You stated before that it has fallen, so why would you want our assistance in regard to that? Rivera: Because the threat that Mab poses is still present. She may be dead, but her soul is still walking this earth, not to mention the numerous Fae who are still loyal to her and wish to bring her back. We know it was The Fae Empire that drove you down here, so consider this a chance at retribution for all the suffering they cause you and your people. Roldrinth: Retribution you say? Are you suggesting a war against the Fae? Szulc: What?! No! Most of the Fae are against Mab and the ways of the empire, and have even made amends with the humans and Yeren. We even have numerous colleagues working for or who are on good terms with our site, Site-120, who are Fae. Rivera: It was even a Fae who gave us some more knowledge about your history, a very good friend of mine. They along with the Yeren actually have stories and even religious text about your people’s predecessors and the knowledge they gave them. This surprises the council as they all develop a look of amazement. Xazo: You mean…We haven’t been forgotten? Asheworth: In a sense, no. But they’re unaware that you evolved and became the society you are now. Vehmoff: Speaking of your society, we were hoping as part of the alliance, you would offer us information and whatever knowledge you can provide about you and your civilization. Mytoa: I’m guessing you wish to learn our many magical practices, considering your earlier reaction to the linguistic sigil. Vehmoff: Not just that. We were hoping you can also provide us knowledge in regards to your history, biology, religious text, societal practices, languages, and to know if you are familiar with other ancient anomalies and groups that the Foundation may or may not already know about. Nailbarus: A trade in other words? Ykom: And what do we get in return? Szulc: We’ll provide you with resources such as food, medication, better clothing, and materials to improve your living conditions. King Ragna: That seems like a fair trade, but I get the feeling that you wish to offer us more. Asheworth: Yes actually, while we’re not a hundred percent certain that our higher ups, the O5 we’ll approve of it…We were considering helping you people develop a more thriving and technogically capable society. Once again, the council members are taken back in shock by this statement. Tarluna: You mean you want to lead our society on the road of progress?! Nailbarus: Hold on! I do not think that is a wise decision, despite whatever benefits it may provide us! Your highness, surely you must’ve informed them why we have not pursued that option. King Ragna: I did Nailbarus, and they informed me that we no longer have any reason to avoid such a decision as our enemies have long since crumbled. Besides, like they stated before, most of the remaining Fae are peaceful and against Mab’s ways. Plus they and the Yeren have already reached the peak of a majorly advanced society, So I believe now might finally be the time for us to experience that level of progress. Eipy: He does has a point. If humans, Fae, and Yeren have reached that peak, then it’s only logical that we too should follow. Vehmoff: Indeed. We only ask that in return, the Foundation will have access to the technology you develop, as many may prove incredibly useful to both our parties. Roldrinth: That seems fair enough, plus I’m honestly curious about those strange weapons that their soldiers were carrying that I heard the guards mention after their first arrival. (To Asheworth’s group) What do you call those contraptions anyway? Asheworth: Umm…We call them guns. They’re actually a common modern weapon. If you are familiar with crossbows, then it’s the same principle but much more advanced. Roldrinth: So a projectile weapon. <Rubs chin in intrigue> Interesting. Care to explain many other modern wonders that we might gain access to if we choose progress? Vehmoff: You’d have access to many technological marvels such as long-range communication, Advance medical practices and equipment, electricity powered through numerous means such as solar, wind and geothermal, Transportation, and devices that’ll greatly improve many of the practices you currently have such as agriculture and mining. With all the possibilities that were listed, the council was starting to see the benefits of technological progress and were becoming very fascinated by what it can provide them. Szulc: To better help you understand, I decided to bring this to show as an example. She pulls out a mobile phone which she then places on the table then slides it to King Ragna to examine the device. He then picks it up as he and the other council members look at the device with curiosity. Szulc: That device is called a phone. It allows us to speak with an individual from super long distances. You can have a conversation with a person while the two of you are on opposite sides of the planet. Mytoa: Incredible! You said these were common?! Rivera: Super common, practically everyone has one nowadays. Though this version is a mobile one that’s still somewhat new as most phones are stationary, whether installed in your home or placed out in the open for public use. King Ragna: …Clearly we missed and avoided so many incredible possibilities by isolating ourselves from the outside world. But now that’s all about to change! We can finally leave this cave and soar the skies once again. Asheworth and most of the rest of his team’s expression shifts to that to unease and concern. Asheworth: …Actually you highness, there’s a problem with that. Hearing this causes the excitement to leave King Ragna’s face as it shifts to that of concern, as well as have all the council members’ expression change to that of suspicion as their eyes are all focused on Asheworth. King Ragna: What do you mean? Asheworth: You see, when we said we contain anomalies, we meant that we do so without the public’s awareness or knowledge. We are a secret organization who hides stuff from the rest of the world because we believe humanity is far from ready to know this information, or because the knowledge is so dangerous that it can cause chaos. Most of the world doesn’t even know that our organization even exists or ever will, and if people ever figure something out, we wipe their memories so the knowledge doesn’t spread. The members of humanity who aren’t aware of the anomalous don’t even know about the Fae or Yeren, believing to be nothing more than fairy tale creatures or superstitions that aren’t smarter than a common animal…That includes dragons for the former. This causes King Ragna’s eyes to widen in shock and horror at what Asheworth is implying. Asheworth: In other words…you won’t be able to rule over the skies again because the Foundation won’t allow it, for the security of what has been dubbed “Normalcy”. King Ragna then starts slouching in his seat as starts to be consumed by disappointment. King Ragna: …Which means we have to stay underground. This information does not go well with most of the council members, as most show signs of anger or denial. Roldrinth even proceeds to rise from his seat and slam his palms into the table. Roldrinth: So you’re going to keep us locked up down here, is that it?! LOCKED UP LIKE ANIMALS IN A CAGE?! I KNEW YOU HUMANS COULDN’T BE TRUSTED, I WON’T ALLOW US TO BE TREATED LIKE PETS! He starts pulling out the same blowhorn that Senbu possessed from the first exploration log. He’s preparing to blow into it, most likely to summon guards in a hostile retaliation. Szulc: NO! YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG! Before Roldrinth can blow into it however, it is blasted out of his hands and sent flying to the other side of the room. All parties turn their attention to King Ragna as he’s now standing off his chair with a look of furious disapproval, with his arm held out as a glowing sigil fades. King Ragna: Stand…down…Roldrinth! Roldrinth: But, your highness— King Ragna: NOW!!! Petrified by the rage his superior is presenting, Roldrinth submits and once again sits himself down. King Ragna: I will NOT tolerate such unprofessional and hostile behavior in my meeting room. Besides, I believe our guests haven’t finished explaining themselves. He then calms down before sitting back down and bringing his attention back to Asheworth’s group. King Ragna: You may continue. Szulc <Sighs in relief> Thank you your highness. (To the rest of the council) Look, I’m not saying we intend to keep you all trapped down here. Yes, you can’t expose yourself to the world, however, there is a loophole. An exception to the veil. This immediately catches their attention and starts to calm the more displeased members. Szulc: They’re called Nexuses. They’re areas that are completely anomalous, most of them even have entire communities within them. The biggest ones are called Free Ports, they’re basically nexus communities the size of cities that contain populations of over hundred thousand or more! The knowledge of nexuses puts all the council into a much more positive mood, as they’re starting to see where Szulc is going with this. Szulc: You may not be able to fully go back out into the outside world, but you are perfectly fine when it comes to nexuses. We at Site-120 even keep watch and are on good terms with a majorly important nexus to the Foundation named Esterberg, it’s actually where a large portion of the Fae and Yeren population reside in and where we learned more about their history. If the O5 Council approves it, we might be able to have a number of your people be able to find themselves a home in the city. Rivera: Plus I’m sure the Fae and Yeren would be more than happy to help you with getting your people back on their feet, considering all that your ancestors have gifted them in the past. Who knows, maybe they’ll even make the Droganians official citizens of Esterberg to the point they include some members in their government. Whatever doubts that the council members had during this meeting seem to be thrown aside, as they all show signs of hope and satisfaction with all the information and benefits that are possible with the negotiation. Illoa then rises from her seat and raises her hand. Illoa: I vote in favor of the alliance! Many of the other council members eventually follow Illoa’s actions as they too vote in favor. Uninth: I also vote in favor! Eipy: I as well! Tarluna: In favor! Aymral: In favor! Fymrys: In favor! Bighed: In favor! Ykom: In favor! Roldrinth: I’ll admit I obviously misjudged your organization, therefore I too vote in favor! Xazo: Vote in favor of alliance! Mytoa: In favor of alliance! All eyes turn to Nailbarus as he is the last to respond. He is quiet as he thinks it over. Finally he sighs before he proceeds to stand up. Nailbarus: I guess I’ve been consumed by my fear for so long that I believed that there was no hope of life for our people changing for the better…But you know what…It’s time to stop living in the past! As the right hand of the Vajra King, I must focus on the future! I vote in favor of the alliance! A big smile full of joy and satisfaction spreads across King Ragna’s face as he immediately stands and spread his arms. King Ragna: Then by the power infested in me as the 19th Vajra King of Arcadia, I officially declare the alliance between the Droganians of Arcadia and the humans of The SCP Foundation, formed! The entire room is filled with the sound of applause as the entire Dragoon Circle and even Asheworth’s team clap their hands in response to the decision. He then walks over to the other side of the table and raises his hand to Asheworth, he responds by shaking his hand. Asheworth: Welcome to The SCP Foundation King Ragna. We’ve got much worked to do. King Ragna: Indeed we do! [END LOG] Addendum 7629-4: O5 Meeting THE CURRENT ADDENDUM IS LEVEL 6/7629 CLASSIFIED WELCOME, INCOMING OVERSEER Immediately after the information and terms of negotiation from Addendum 7629-3 were forwarded to the O5 Council, an emergency meeting was held the following day to discuss about the findings in regard to SCP-7629 and the terms of partnership and negotiation with the populace. The following is the transcript of said meeting. Date: 08/25/98 Parties Present: O5-1, O5-2, O5-4, O5-7, O5-8, O5-13 Subject: SCP-7629 Negotiations NOTE: As a result of attending vital Foundation business elsewhere at the time, A majority of the O5 Council members were off site at the time and were unable to attend the meeting. Only those listed above participated. [BEGIN LOG] O5-4. O5-4 enters the Summit Hall and immediately closes the door, allowing the room to convert into the exclusionary safe zone as it disconnects from baseline reality. O5-1, O5-2, O5-7, O5-8, and O5-13 were already present as they awaited his arrival. 05-4 makes his way to sit in his reserved seat. O5-4: My apologies for being late, I was in a meeting with SCP-7600-Kα,18 who informed me that the citizens are finally starting to get use to the lesser work routine now that the Sundown Ritual has been completed. O5-8: You sure have been visiting more often since you've been regranted permission to enter the city and after things have fully died down there with all of their celebrations. O5-4 <Rolls his eyes in response> At least things are getting better down there. But we’re not here to discuss the Yeren of Druv’tuul, we’re here to discuss the Droganians of Arcadia. I suggest we proceed than. O5-8. O5-7: Agreed, One, inform us of what we know. O5-1: Thank you Seven. Now, with the information and video logs we received from Site-120’s team led by Dr. Daniel Asheworth, we can confirm that the inhabitants of SCP-7629 indeed have major historical encounters with both Queen Mab as well as the Fae empire. In fact, we can confirm that these creatures are, against their will mind you, the cause for her immense power and the empire’s expansion at the time. O5-8: So they're old. And influential. Let's not forget that they possess the highest levels of EVE compared to every other known creature on record. O5-2: WE ARE CURRENTLY RESEARCHING MEANS TO MODIFY THE FOUNDATION’S REGULATORY EVE SCANNERS TO HANDLE HIGHER LEVELS OF EVE RADIATION WITHOUT RUNNING THE RISK OF OVERLOADING. O5-4: <smiles> Not even that surprised. If you told me a few years ago we'd meet real dragons, and even cooperating ones… Speaking of which, what were the terms that were made? O5-1: The Foundation would provide resources to their community to help improve their lives and living conditions. In exchange, they would provide us with all the information and resources of their own that they can provide us that would benefit the Foundation. O5-8: Seems basic enough. O5-2: DR. DANIEL ASHEWORTH ALSO OFFERED TO ASSIST THEM IN LEADING THEM ON THE PATH OF PROGRESS TO A MORE THRIVING AND TECHNOLOGICALLY ADVANCED SOCIETY. ON THE CONDITION THAT THE FOUNDATION IS GRANTED ACCESS TO WHATEVER THAUMATURGICAL BASED TECHNOLOGY THEY PRODUCE. O5-4's expression shifts to one of intrigue and excitement. O5-4: Splendid! I had a feeling that was the case. I can already imagine all the possibilities that this trade will provide us. Not to mention the massive amounts of lost knowledge and records that we can learn from this alliance. If the Droganians are really as thaumaturgically advanced as they claim, whatever anomalous tech we can require will be greatly beneficial. O5-7 sighs as she looks at O5-4 with a looks of both annoyance and slight amusement. O5-7: I swear Four. You’re almost like a child at the candy store. O5-4: That comment aside, it’s only natural that I’d be pleased, what with being the Foundation’s head historian. Not to mention— O5-1: Sorry to disappoint you Four, but I'm afraid you won't get the chance to witness that technology. O5-4 looks to O5-1 with a look of confusion and annoyance. O5-4: What? Why not sir? O5-1: Because I'm not going to allow this agreement to pass. I honestly don't trust the inhabitants of SCP-7629. O5-4: What?! O5-7 lets out an annoyed groan as she leans her head on her arm while resting her face on her palm, along with slightly turning her head from side to side. O5-7: Not this again… O5-4: You can't be serious One? Are we seriously going to go through this?! How could you possibly be against this?! O5-8: Four, don’t start this please. O5-1: It's alright Eight, he has all the right to be displeased with my choice. (To O5-4) Speaking of my choice, I think you know very well why I’m against this. Do you not realize the kinds of damage and consequences that will be created if we grant these creatures technology that powerful? O5-4: We are talking about a race of peaceful sapient humanoids that are capable of feeling emotions and, much like with the Fae and Yeren, have their own culture. O5-1: A race of sapient humanoids who are also not only actual dragons that have enough power to most likely destroy a small town, but who have been living underground for several hundred thousand years due to being hunted down nearly to the point of extinction. Honestly Four, I think you're giving them too much trust. How do we know that they won’t suddenly decide to get revenge for what was done to them and start Great Diaspora number 4? O5-4: They clearly showed that they do not have hostile intents to anyone. Not humanity, the Yeren, or even the Fae who forced them into hiding! Besides, they were only hiding from Queen Mab and her empire, who was the one who started the conflict between her empire and the Droganians. Not to mention they were the ones who taught all three species along with possibly others the art of thaumaturgy, they might even be the origin of thaumaturgy! They along with their leaders trust the Foundation, so why shouldn't we trust them as well? O5-1: Because it's too risky and we don't know if all of them can be trusted, especially their leaders. You know it’s quite convenient that you brought up Druv'tuul earlier, remember what happened with their king that you also trusted? He stabbed us in the back and attempted genocide on all human magic users. O5-4: Met'heus was a psychopath, King Ragna on the other hand is clearly a righteous individual who not only cares for the lives and safety of his people, but also will not hesitate to make peace and allegiances with other sapient races. You can’t just distrust them because of events that they had nothing to do with! Besides, we dealt with Met'heus and a new more benevolent ruler took his place. I understand you don't want to risk what occured in Druv'tuul to happen again, but you have to understand that King Ragna can be trusted. O5-1: And what makes you so sure of that Four? O5-4: Because I can clearly tell that you haven’t paid full attention to all the details of the video logs. If you did, then you would see the genuine emotions that King Ragna showed. This caused O5-1 to be slightly confused. Before realizing that while he did view the video logs, he focused more on the information rather than what was occurring on screen. O5-4: If you had paid full attention, then you would see the amount of emotion and truth that King Ragna displayed when he not only told Asheworth’s team about his people’s history, but also when they promised him that they and the Foundation would do everything in their power to make the lives of his people better. That’s not something you can just fake… they are not our enemies. O5-8: I'm going to be honest sir. This time I believe my brother is right. O5-4 is at first surprised by O5-8 supporting him on agreeing to a cooperation, before his expression shifts to one of gratitude. O5-8: Normally I too would be against allowing these creatures to become technologically advanced, and wouldn't trust them so easily after what occurred with the previous 7600-K. But I too saw the emotions within 7629-ARTHUR's eyes. Those were true genuine emotions sir. Plus these people clearly need our help, they've been isolated and afraid for far too long. If we don't let them know that they can trust outsiders now… They may never trust them and will become a threat. O5-4: Let's also not forget the promise we all made after the factory. O5-1: <sighs> Look, I truly understand where both of you are going with this, but we don't fully know for sure whether or not they are lying to us. O5-13: Unless they can't. All eyes are drawn immediately to O5-13's specter. O5-7: Care to elaborate? O5-13: It's possible that these Droganians are either incapable of telling lies, or they don't have the concept in their society. These creatures have been sharing knowledge with other sapient creatures since ancient times. Sure they kept some secrets from other races, but that is because they stated that this knowledge is far too dangerous for lesser minds to handle and comprehend. After all, have we seen any signs that they lied about any of the information we have received? O5-1 thinks it through. Now that O5-13 pointed it out, O5-1 didn't see any signs that indicated that the Droganians had in anyway lied to them. Perhaps maybe they can be trusted after all, plus not helping them would be a violation of Directive Alpha/1911…Maybe they should give them a chance. O5-1: <Sighs heavily> Very well then, we'll give them a chance. But I still have my doubts. O5-7: <Sighs in relief> Finally. O5-8: So if we really can trust them, will they indeed offer their assistance? O5-1: They agreed to aid us in regards to the threat of Mab as well as Triumviraté, along with any other threats that the Foundation is aware of, threats that perhaps they can be a great asset against. O5-7: Well, now that that's settl— O5-2: WE SHOULD ALSO DISCUSS THE POSSIBILITY OF ESTERBERG. O5-8: …What about Esterberg? O5-1: They suggested the idea that, if we approved of it, Site-120 will start an integration program where Droganian volunteers will be transferred to Nexuses such as Esterberg in hopes of integrating them into the anomalous communities and to get on peaceful terms with other anomalous races. O5-13: Considering they’ve been isolated for so long, I think this would be effective in strengthening their relationship with the Foundation. O5-1: …I suppose that would also strengthen trust in the Foundation among the Fae and Yeren population, if we put what the Droganian’s predecessors offered them into consideration. O5-4: Indeed. Also I stated before, with how ancient this species is, we can learn fast amounts of knowledge and history from them. Whatever unanswered questions we have in regard to ancient history that weren’t answered with the discovery of Druv'tuul might be found within Arcadia and the Droganian society. O5-1: Alright then. If we all have come to a full understanding and fully understand the possibilities at hand, I think it’s time we put it to a vote. [END LOG] Council Vote Summary:19 YEA NAY ABS. O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 N/A20 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED (8-3-2) Result: By a vote of 8-3-2, Plans of cooperation and partnership with the SCP-7629 society has passed, Further codenamed The "ROUND TABLE AGREEMENT". SCP-7629 Special Containment Procedures have been updated in regards to Overwatch vote. Addendum 7629-5: Announcement by SCP-7629-ARTHUR By the request of SCP-7629-ARTHUR, The announcement of the partnership between the Foundation and the future improvement of the Droganian society was recorded by on-site personnel for both documentation and record keeping purposes. The following is the video log transcript of the event, all dialogue has been translated from Dragina to English by Dr. Alistair Vehmoff. Video Log Transcript Date: 08/26/98 Subject: SCP-7629 [BEGIN LOG] King Ragna is standing prone on a large balcony with the other 12 members of the Dragoon’s Circle and Daniel Asheworth’s team standing aside him. The balcony looked over a massive portion of the Droganian settlement, presumed to be the site of announcements by the king. A horn like device was mounted on the rail in the middle of the balcony where King Ragna currently stood, presumed to be some form of primitive megaphone. A large crowd of Droganian citizens and guards were gathered at the front gate of the royal halls, curious to what announcements their leaders were to reveal. King Ragna stands in front of the megaphone, clearing his throat as he grips it and begins speaking to the crowd in Dragina. King Ragna: People of Arcadia! My fellow Droganian citizens! Hear my words! For many countless millennia, we have been enclosed down here in these vast caverns. Isolated from the rest of the world of the surface due to the fear of annihilation by the Mad Queen and her malicious empire. How long we have chosen to cage ourselves within these hollow tunnels and living the way of peasants, allowing ourselves to be leashed by the fear and paranoia that was brought upon us by the tragedies of the ancient past. How long have we let ourselves become weak…But I have called you all here today to bring news of a brighter future, of an age where our people will once again be as strong and mighty as we once were in ages past, where we can once again proudly hold the title of The Sky Keepers! King Ragna then gestures to Asheworth’s team to proceed forward. They obliged and came closer to the balcony as he ushers the crowds attention to their human guests. King Ragna: Long now have you no doubt been eager to learn of these human visitors and why they make their presence here, well now you shall be answered! This is Daniel Asheworth and his companions of the group known as The SCP Foundation. They’ve come before us with both life changing news and a truly bright opportunity. People of Arcadia, our time of hiding in the shadows is now over, for over thousands of years now, the Mad Queen herself and her empire…are gone! The sound of many loud gasps of shock emanated from the crowd from the overwhelming news, many even muttering to each other or themselves. King Ragna: Yes my fellow citizens, it is true! Mab is dead and her empire is nothing but a memory and has been for many millennia! Although the Fae do still walk this earth, most have abandoned the ways of their mad monarch as they chose the ways of the more benevolent Inventor, who had tragically sacrificed herself to put an end to her sister’s wrath. They have also made amends with the nightwalkers and humans that they enslaved and are now at peace! I know many of you have difficulty comprehending and/or believing this news. But I promise you all that it is indeed true! After all, our words have always been about truth! He then proceeds to raise his hand to quiet the crowd, before they get too restless. King Ragna: Which brings me back to our guests and the bright opportunity they can provide us. You see my fellow Droganians, a lot has changed in the outside since we’ve been isolated down here. Many great events occurred both enlightening and tragic. While the Fae and Yeren still remain, humanity are now the dominant rulers of the lands of Gaia, and have been for a long time. <Gestures once again to Asheworth and his team> Their Foundation have for many years now been keeping at bay and hidden from the rest of the world the many horrors and malevolent forces hiding in the dark…Including the ghost of the Mad Queen herself! But they also ensure the safety and cooperation of other races blessed with the gift of intelligence. They have come to us with the offer of a partnership! Once again the crowd is shocked by the news brought upon them by their king. King Ragna: They promised that they will help our people thrive and prosper to a greater one once again! They will provide us resources and teach us the ways and knowledge of this new world, even aiding us in advancing as a stronger and more technological society like we once considered in the past. Not only that, but they also offer the opportunity to go out into the open sky once again, to live within the communities where magic and wonder are free to live peaceful lives! The news of safely going outside again and seeing the clouds and the sun again truly shocked the entire crowd and gotten a large portion of them excited and curious about the feeling of the sun on their skin and the breeze of the wind through their wings. King Ragna: The time has come people of Arcadia, the age of paranoia and isolation is over! Today starts the beginning of a new shining era, an era of freedom and prosperity! An age where once again we shall soar through the skies and spread our wisdom and gifts with the peoples of this world! An age where we shall once again be the mighty masters of mana and knowledge we once were! Today marks the beginning, the beginning of the return…OF THE SKY KEEPERS!! The crowd erupts in an uproar of cheers full of joy and jubilation. They show their happiness and gratitude in many ways, friends and family embrace one another with tears of joy, many soldiers raise their weapons into the air as they let out cries of triumph, some of the most thrilled of individuals even shift to their dragon form and roar into the sky with a display of fire like a beast who has triumphed over a worthy adversary. Truly it was a moment of celebration. King Ragna than turns back to Asheworth and his team. He then once again slightly bows to them with his hand over his heart, with an expression of absolute gratitude. Asheworth with a soft smile, returns the gesture. [END LOG] RAISA NOTICE: ONE (1) SCP-7629 FILE UPDATE IS AVAILABLE. ACCESS? Footnotes 1. Site-120 Director Council Member, Director of the Department of Ontokinetics' Thaumaturgy Division, and Foundation thaumaturge; member of the small group of people employed by the Foundation whose bodies accept youth-prolonging rituals without negative reactions. 2. Site-120 Director Council member, head of Human Resources and Personnel Satisfaction Lead; fully realized Class IV reality-bender; heavily involved with the Foundation's work on humanoid anomalies, often accompanying the research herself. Often considered the unofficial partner to Dr. Daniel Asheworth. 3. Head of 120's Inter-Species Communication Team, responsible for all negotiations and diplomacy with sapient anomalous species. 4. Other colors have been noted but appear to be rare. 5. four in the front with a fifth on the inner side of the foot. 6. Both Western & Eastern depictions have been noted, as well as both common quadrupeds and Wyverns. 7. Elan Vital Energy (EVE): Mystical energy emitted by all living entities. When present in high enough amounts, it can be harnessed to perform magic. Certain entities emit more EVE than others. 8. With structural design resembling a cross between European and Chinese architecture of that time period. 9. See Addendum 7629-3. 10. Tarterian Resonance Energy, Akiva radiation emitted by demonic entities. 11. The left statue depicts a western style dragon while the right depicts an eastern style dragon. 12. Presumed to be referring to EVE. 13. Referring to The Three Great Diasporas, great genocidal events that resulted in the shift of the planet's dominant species. 14. Head of 120’s Translation Team. 15. Suspected to be the same entity depicted in one of the murals in the tunnel outside the entrance to the settlement. 16. Later confirmed to be the black dragon entity depicted in the murals. 17. Fae for "we will prevail”, A Fae environmental terrorist group that seeks to reclaim the terrains stolen by humanity, as well as the resurrection of PoI-001-C ("Queen Mab") 18. The current ruler of SCP-7600 “The City of Druv'tuul” who took charge after the events of Addendum 7600-6 19. Council members not present voted remotely. 20. Position vacant. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7629" by WarriorofChaos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7629. Licensed under CC-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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} .info-container .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link, .info-container .collapsible-block-link { background: var(--linkColour) !important; } /* MAIN > Header */ div#header { background: none; height: 160px; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: var(--header-txt-color); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif !important; font-weight: 900; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 { margin-top: -0.3rem; } #header h1 a { width: fit-content; margin: auto; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title); font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle); font-family: var(--ui-font) !important; font-weight: 700; font-size: 1.4em; color: var(--misc-txt-color); line-height: 26px; margin-top: 0.35rem; display: block; text-transform: uppercase; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } div#extra-div-1 { height: 160px; width: 100%; top: 7px; position: absolute; background: var(--logo-img) 10px 30px no-repeat; background-size: 130px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 50% 50%; z-index: -1; opacity: var(--logo-opacity); } /* MAIN > Header > Search Box */ #search-top-box-form>input[type=text] { display: none; } #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: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); 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Note the accentuation of grey-white differentiation. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-39 Dr. Charles Kurt Dr. Emily Rossella PENDING Emergency Response Command Team Theta-5 ("Burn It All Down") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES All live instances of SCP-7630 are to be held in Biological Containment Chamber 25-C in Wing-G of Site-39. Personnel interacting with instances of SCP-7630 or infected patients must follow Class-B (BSL-3) HAZMAT/biosafety procedures. Currently, no known instances of SCP-7630 exist outside of Foundation containment. However, in the event of a widespread breach, Emergency Response Command Team Theta-5 is to immediately attempt to contain the breach and decontaminate all affected areas. DESCRIPTION SCP-7630 is a small parasitic organism, resembling a box jellyfish. The organism primarily targets human hosts, entering the body through the nose or mouth. SCP-7630 resides within the brain of its host, placing its "arms" around the temporal and parietal lobes. The parasite consumes the host's cerebrospinal fluid and gray matter, causing amnesia and confusion, and eventually brain death. Once infected, SCP-7630 cannot be removed by surgical means, as doing so would fatally damage the host's brain. After approximately 1-2 days post-infection, SCP-7630 will lay its eggs within the spinal cord and neck. SCP-7630 eggs can be spread via bodily fluids and airborne particles. The host will enter a comatose state after 2-4 days, and typically dies after 3-5 days. SCP-7630 is able to generate electrical charges in the brain using its "arms", allowing it to communicate with its human host. Subjects infected by SCP-7630 describe a voice speaking to them inside their own heads. See ADDENDA for more information. ADDENDUM 7630-1 — INITIAL INFECTION On 2026/02/04, Dr. Emily Rossella was infected with an instance of SCP-7630 during a laboratory accident. She immediately fell unconscious and was moved to Site-39's hospital wing. The following transcript of a medical examination conducted by Dr. Alexander Lambert was recorded the next day. 23:05 UTC 2026/02/05 — Log 01 [BEGIN LOG] Hospital room. LAMBERT: Vitals? RN. ELSTROM: Steady. Oxygen's 98, blood pressure 92 over 63. LAMBERT: A little low. [ROSSELLA twitches.] RN. ELSTROM: Doctor, activity. [ROSSELLA stirs.] RN. ELSTROM: She's waking— LAMBERT: Emily, can you hear me? [ROSSELLA opens her eyes and attempts to sit up. She falls back into her hospital bed.] ROSSELLA: What's happening? Where— where am I? LAMBERT: Please, I'll get to that. Don't worry. [Pauses.] How are you feeling? ROSSELLA: Why am I here? [Silence.] LAMBERT: What do you remember? ROSSELLA: We— sorry, I was in the lab with a sample and I was going to— to adjust the seal on my mask and… oh God. LAMBERT: It's alright. ROSSELLA: [Visibly agitated.] No, no, it's not! It's— fuck fuck fuck! LAMBERT: You're alright. Please, Emily. ROSSELLA: [Heavy breathing.] It can't be real, it— is it true? Alex? [Silence. LAMBERT nods.] [ROSSELLA places her head in her hands.] LAMBERT: I know. This is a lot to take in. [ROSSELLA sobs quietly.] LAMBERT: I'm sorry. ROSSELLA: There's been a mistake, or something, I— LAMBERT: You're clearly upset— ROSSELLA: You're fucking lying or this is a dream or— LAMBERT: Please, it's— it's alright. You'll be alright. [Silence.] LAMBERT: I'm sorry. ROSSELLA: Don't be. [Silence.] LAMBERT: [Gently.] Get some rest. Please. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 7630-2 — DAY ONE The next morning, the following log was recorded. 07:12 UTC 2026/02/06 — Log 02 [BEGIN LOG] [LAMBERT enters the room. A quiet beeping from an IV pump can be heard in the background.] ROSSELLA: Hey. LAMBERT: Feeling alright? ROSSELLA: The— the headache is gone. LAMBERT: Good. Very good. [Silence.] ROSSELLA: Pinch me. LAMBERT: [Taken aback.] What? ROSSELLA: Pinch me. Tell me it's not real. Tell me it's just a dream. LAMBERT: Emily, you know I can't do that. ROSSELLA: We've known each other for so long, please just— LAMBERT: Emily, no. You're better than this. You're one of the smartest people I've ever met. Please, just think about this like you always do. [Pauses.] You can't leave kicking and screaming. ROSSELLA: "Leave?" You can't fucking— [ROSSELLA pauses mid-sentence.] [Silence.] ROSSELLA: I'm sorry. LAMBERT: Don't be. You're stressed. It's natural. [Silence.] ROSSELLA: [Quietly.] It's started. LAMBERT: What's started? ROSSELLA: The voice. It's so much more… vivid than I imagined. Nobody was alive long enough to tell us what it was like. LAMBERT: What is it like? ROSSELLA: It's quiet. Really quiet. It's like a voice in my head that I… can't control. [Pauses.] It's a little squeaky, too. LAMBERT: Can you understand what it's saying? ROSSELLA: Not really. It's getting clearer, but… I'll tell you when I start hearing it. I've got some… stuff I want to test. LAMBERT: Are you sure? You don't have to do this. ROSSELLA: I— no, no, yeah, I'm sure. There's, well… no better opportunity. LAMBERT: I appreciate your dedication, Emily. ROSSELLA: It's not about research, Alex. It's just… LAMBERT: No. No. I understand. [Silence.] ROSSELLA: So much for professionalism now, huh? [LAMBERT smiles.] ROSSELLA: Before you go, there was something I wanted to ask you. LAMBERT: Yes? ROSSELLA: Is there any way I could see Isabella? Before, you know… [LAMBERT sighs.] ROSSELLA: I know, I know. Procedure. LAMBERT: It wouldn't be safe. I'm sorry. ROSSELLA: I understand. LAMBERT: I'm sorry. [LAMBERT exits the room.] [END LOG] Later that day, at around 14:02 UTC, Dr. Rossella requested the use of a Greene-Atkinson Neural Oscillatory Parser (GANOP).1 After being installed, the following log was recorded. 14:52 UTC 2026/02/06 — Log 03 [BEGIN LOG] ROSSELLA: Can you hear me? SCP-7630: [Quietly.] Hello? ROSSELLA: Can you hear me? SCP-7630: You're talking to me. ROSSELLA: You can talk. SCP-7630: Yeah. ROSSELLA: What are you? SCP-7630: I— I don't know. ROSSELLA: You don't know. SCP-7630: I'm sorry. ROSSELLA: You're… sorry? Why are you so damn nice? I want to hate you. You're a fucking murderer, you know that? SCP-7630: Everyone is, in some way or another. So— so are you. ROSSELLA: I beg your pardon? SCP-7630: You've killed people too. Wasn't D-66120's name Christopher? ROSSELLA: Shut up. Shut the fuck up. [Silence.] ROSSELLA: How did you know? SCP-7630: I'm sorry. ROSSELLA: Don't fucking apologize. How do you know? SCP-7630: I— I'm not sure. I just… I feel it. ROSSELLA: What else do you know? SCP-7630: When you were really little, two or three perhaps, you saw your older brother or whoever it was leave— [Removed for brevity.] SCP-7630: —you slipped and fell and then there was a moment with your friends and your parents surrounding you and there was hurt but also love and thankfulness, something you thought was— [Removed for brevity.] SCP-7630: —and when you were ten, finally old enough to understand pain you saw your mother in a bed withering away as her own body ate her alive and her bloodstream rejected poison— [Removed for brevity.] SCP-7630: —love Isabella but you don't want to leave her and you know she'll resent you like you resent your own— [ROSSELLA begins to sob.] ROSSELLA: Fuck. F— fuck you. SCP-7630: Oh. I— I'm sorry. I didn't— ROSSELLA: Don't apologize. [Pauses.] I don't want her to hate me. SCP-7630: I understand. ROSSELLA: No, you— [Sighs.] I'm sorry. I haven't seen her in two years and I— I fucking told her that mommy would be home and we'd go to the zoo and see the elephants and… [Silence.] SCP-7630: I'm sorry. ROSSELLA: You don't understand, do you? You can't understand. SCP-7630: What do you mean? ROSSELLA: You're a fucking bag of meat stuck in my nervous system, so don't even fucking pretend to know about "family" or "love" or— SCP-7630: I— I'm trying, alright? ROSSELLA: What do you mean, you're trying? You're fucking killing me so you can live while you let me die! I don't deserve this! [Silence.] ROSSELLA: I don't fucking deserve this. [Silence.] ROSSELLA: Do I? SCP-7630: You don't. No one does. ROSSELLA: You're just saying that because that's what I want to think. SCP-7630: I just don't want you to hate me. [Pauses.] You're not the only one that doesn't want to die. And I don't want my children to die either. [Silence.] SCP-7630: You're fucking lucky. You had all the time in the world, and I— I don't even get to see mine. [Silence. A quiet high-pitched whimpering is audible.] ROSSELLA: I'm sorry. SCP-7630: It's unfair. ROSSELLA: It's always unfair. SCP-7630: It is. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 7630-3 — DAY TWO The next morning, the following log was recorded. 08:01 UTC 2026/02/07 — Log 04 [BEGIN LOG] [LAMBERT presses a button on an IV pump. ROSSELLA opens her eyes.] LAMBERT: Hey. ROSSELLA: Hey. LAMBERT: Feeling okay? We've had to up your potassium. ROSSELLA: Feeling— feeling fine so far. I… what was I going to say? I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Like I've just taken a dose of am— amnestics. LAMBERT: [Concerned.] You holding up okay? ROSSELLA: Yeah, yeah. Fine. LAMBERT: I saw the logs from yesterday. ROSSELLA: You did, did you? LAMBERT: I'm— I'm sorry. I didn't know how much— ROSSELLA: Stop apologizing. It means less and less every time you do. LAMBERT: Sorr— yeah. No. You're right. ROSSELLA: When I die, will you put my logs on the file? LAMBERT: I— would that make you happy? [Silence.] ROSSELLA: You know, there's a fax machine two rooms down from my— well, from what was my office that hums day in and day out. You know what it prints? LAMBERT: No. Emily, are you— are you genuinely feeling alright? ROSSELLA: Death certificates. It prints death certificates, Alex. There's a guy from Oversight whose sole job is to sign off on sheet after sheet after sheet after sheet after— LAMBERT: Oh, Emily— ROSSELLA: Who do you think's gonna be the one to sign off on me? You? That guy? LAMBERT: Please, just…. Are you seriously feeling okay? I don't know what to say. ROSSELLA: You know what's going to happen. I'm living on borrowed time, Alex. [Silence.] LAMBERT: F— fuck. ROSSELLA: Now you're getting it. LAMBERT: Is there anything— anything I can do? ROSSELLA: Let me see her again. I— Isabella. I haven't seen her in years, Alex. LAMBERT: I can't. I'm sorry. [Pauses.] I— I told you last time. ROSSELLA: Did you? Hmm. LAMBERT: Anything else? ROSSELLA: No. [Pauses.] LAMBERT: [Smiles.] I'll be here if you need me. [Pauses.] I'll be here. [A pump beeps.] [END LOG] The GANOP was reactivated later that day. 16:36 UTC 2026/02/07 — Log 05 [BEGIN LOG] ROSSELLA: Hey. SCP-7630: Hi. ROSSELLA: Sorry for— for getting mad last time. SCP-7630: No. Don't be. ROSSELLA: You know, Isabella and I used to lay in bed and talk like this together. Before, well… SCP-7630: Was it nice? ROSSELLA: It was the best. She used to talk about her friends at school, and her books, and… some other stuff, I guess, and I used to bore her with biology lessons. [Laughs.] SCP-7630: I’m sorry you… have to deal with me instead. ROSSELLA: It’s fine. [Silence.] ROSSELLA: Do you think Alex will let me see Isabella before… before I go? SCP-7630: I… only know as much as you. What do you think? ROSSELLA: I think that sometimes I think he's a bit of a dick, you know? SCP-7630: What makes you say that? ROSSELLA: I thought you knew as much as I do. SCP-7630: You don't think he's trying hard enough? You think he owes that to you? ROSSELLA: I'm not selfish, but… you'd think he could at least try. SCP-7630: He doesn't know what he's doing, you know. ROSSELLA: What do you mean? SCP-7630: I mean that he's never done this before. He's seen people die before, sure, but not… you know, a friend. ROSSELLA: You think he's a friend? SCP-7630: Hey, I only know as much as you. ROSSELLA: I suppose you're right. [Silence.] SCP-7630: Well, given my analysis of all your thoughts and memories… ROSSELLA: Yeah? SCP-7630: I think you did one hell of a good job as a mother, given your… situation. ROSSELLA: You really think that? SCP-7630: I only know as much as you. You're a mother. You judge yourself too harshly. ROSSELLA: Since when did you become a psychologist? [Silence. Quiet sobbing.] ROSSELLA: Do you think she'll still love me? I don't want her to hate me, I don't… SCP-7630: I think she's going to resent you. ROSSELLA: Fuck you. SCP-7630: But I know she'll still love you. When she grows up she'll understand. ROSSELLA: [In between gasps.] How? She— she doesn't know— know any of this. SCP-7630: Truth finds a way. ROSSELLA: You know that's not true. [Silence.] SCP-7630: Hopeful optimism? ROSSELLA: Hope— hopeful optimism. [END LOG] Dr. Rossella's oxygen levels fell below 75% later that night. She was placed on supplementary oxygen. ADDENDUM 7630-4 — DAY THREE 10:01 UTC 2026/02/08 — Log 06 [BEGIN LOG] LAMBERT: Emily? [Silence.] LAMBERT: Emily? [ROSSELLA stirs. She groggily opens her eyes.] ROSSELLA: Who are you? LAMBERT: It's me. Alex. [Silence.] LAMBERT: How are you feeling? ROSSELLA: Numb. Where’s my hands? [LAMBERT pulls ROSSELLA’s hands up from her bed. She does not react.] LAMBERT: They’re right here, Em. Right here. ROSSELLA: Thirsty. LAMBERT: We’ve already upped your fluids. [Silence.] ROSSELLA: There’s— there’s an episode of Saul I haven’t finished. F— finish it for me, will— will you? LAMBERT: Of— of course. Anything else? ROSSELLA: Tell Izzy I love her. Tell her… to be good to her dad. Tell her I'm sorry. LAMBERT: I’ll try my best. Just— just hang in there. [Silence.] LAMBERT: It won’t be too long now. [LAMBERT begins to cry. ROSSELLA does not react.] [END LOG] The GANOP was reactivated later that day. 17:32 UTC 2026/02/08 — Log 07 [BEGIN LOG] [Visible via the GANOP is an inky black void, in which ROSSELLA floats. She is wearing a blue dress. A blue jellyfish hovers beside her, periodically expanding and contracting its bell. At ROSSELLA's feet, a white cloud begins to form, small at first but rapidly expanding.] [Slowly, the cloud begins to transform into a small room, similar in appearance to a child's bedroom. A pink bed lies in one corner while the other is decorated with pictures and drawings of various animals, mostly elephants. In the center of the room stands a small girl, no older than ten, wearing a similar blue dress as ROSSELLA's.] ROSSELLA: I— Isabella? Izzy? GIRL: Mom? ROSSELLA: It's you. It's— it's really you. I missed you so— [The girl runs towards ROSSELLA and embraces her tightly. ROSSELLA hugs her back and places her head on her shoulder.] GIRL: Where were you? ROSSELLA: Mommy was working, sweetie. She was working. But mommy's back now. [Silence.] ROSSELLA: Mommy's back. And she loves you so much. GIRL: I love you too. ROSSELLA: Be good to dad, won't you? GIRL: Always. ROSSELLA: And be good to yourself, too, okay? Whenever things get hard just know… just know that mommy's there with you. And she loves you. GIRL: I will. [Silence.] GIRL: I love you. [The pair seperate. Tears are visible in ROSSELLA's eyes, as the girl and the bedroom slowly transform back into the cloud. ROSSELLA stands still for a moment, before turning to the jellyfish beside her.] ROSSELLA: Thank you. [END LOG] Two hours later, Dr. Rossella fell into a comatose state. She was pronounced dead at approximately 22:12 UTC. The corpse was incinerated shortly after. Isabella Rossella is currently being monitered by Foundation assets. Footnotes 1. The Greene-Atkinson Neural Oscillatory Parser is a device capable of transcribing the internal thoughts of a subject. See Greene & Atkinson, 1998. |
SCP-7632 | esoteric-class | close Info X ⚠️ I have an Author Page! The following is the translation of an account written in mid-to-late 1694 by a Dutch occultist named Hubert van der Miir, recovered from Leiden University by Foundation researchers. Some portions of the document are illegible, but the remainder is transcribed verbatim. It has been belatedly titled De Heks in Het Bos (The Witch in the Woods). 14th June, in the year of our Lord Sixteen-hundred Ninety-four I am still awed by the great missive set before me. I do not recall what fortune or action led me to earn such esteem or responsibility— I had thought my previous works heretical, the mutterings of a zealot driven mad by his zealotry— but evidently, whether by the grace of providence or chance, they were sufficient to draw the attention and approval of none other than Heinsius1 himself! I say "approval" only because, under any other circumstance, I likely would have been jailed or killed for my accounts, but matters have changed such that what was once wild (or mad!) may benignly be called "a new normal". I am referring to the events that transpired in England's colonies a year prior: the so-called Salem Witch Trials. Whatever madness or zealotry I may be accused of cannot fathom a tithe of this aforementioned crucible. Tortures and deaths, "spectral evidence", malice, fear and loathing. Though even the humblest simpleton scoffs at the news from abroad, Heinsius is taking no chances. Not a single spark of Salem's conflagration is to cross the ocean and reach our land; hence, one who has dabbled in such affairs would be best suited to identify them — and, if at all possible, by the grace of God, snuff it out. It is not a task a sane, healthy man would be suited for. At least I shall have the coffers of the good Netherlands and her allies to aid me, so there is that. By God in heaven, where do I begin? Hubert van der Miir 16th June, " " Will be brief. Spent much of last two days fretting over question left hanging in previous entry. Shameful. Took to streets and spoke to trusted friends regarding missive, Salem, similar happenings, etc. Was told in no uncertain terms to attempt taverns, sewing circles, sanatoriums, schoolyards. Bah! Reminded them of Salem again, popular reply was "it'll never happen here". And what if it DID, I pressed? They could not give me an honest answer. Day wasted, went to a tavern in defeat. Owner more sympathetic. Suggested I go to a house in the hinterlands. Said I'd understand when I got there. Better than nothing. H. vd M. Note: The next several entries detail van der Miir's attempts at uncovering anomalous phenomena local to The Netherlands, including encounters with a child suffering from ichthyosis ("The Reptile Boy") and a sanatorium patient suffering from hemovorous behavior and porphyria ("The Vampire"), as well as multiple false trails. Due to their irrelevance, they have been omitted, but anyone wishing to examine them may contact Site-278 Senior Researcher Offet. The presented document resumes as van der Miir comes across something pertaining to the anomaly in question. 2nd October, " " Not sure how Heinsius feels about my results. Should he be relieved that our country is not beset by specters or witches, that reason and Christianity prevails, that there is no threat save for the ones man himself imposes? Or frustrated, as I am, that this was all a waste of time and resources, and I should be consigned to the stockades, or the sanatorium, or some distant college to rot in obscurity? I oftentimes wonder where and how these superstitions come about. Can there be real fairies and monsters lurking outside the scope of society, a fringe group poised to invade at a moment's notice, held back only by strength of arms—or reason? Or are these merely minnows people disguise as whales? Could Oedipus's sphinx had been real? Could Garm and Fenrir from our northern cousins have originated from common wolves? Even today, the Irish swear to hear the bean sidhe before a funeral, or the footsteps of luchorpan around barrows. When I was a boy, I recall an old Russian woman telling stories of Baba Yaga with the conviction of one delivering a sermon on Christ. What sort of veil parts the mundane from the fantastic, and how does one penetrate it? "They had to have come from somewhere," a drinking-companion told me earlier. But does truth sire fiction, or the other way round? I know I need rest but feel I am the cusp of something grand, like peering over a high wall to catch a glimpse at the other side. I would like to take a walk tomorrow to clear my head. H. vd M. Note: The following entries are not included in van der Miir's original account. They were recovered from a second document, discovered in the Wanderer's Library by a Foundation member who chooses to remain anonymous. 3rd October, " " I have discovered a forest that I had no prior knowledge of, nor is it mentioned on any map or geographical report of Holland. Curious. Merely standing at a distance from it makes me yield to fear and uncertainty, such as I have not known for decades. I am willing to plumb its depths for my missive, if only so I can dispel any myths and hang the hat of Reason upon it. I shall go in first thing tomorrow, in the full light of day, and make preparations and inquiries at the nearest village in the meantime. No doubt the locals will weave colorful stories. If this wood be the death of me, I have entrusted a copy of this account to the innkeeper at De Slimme Meid2. She is to forward everything to my patron, Anthonie Heinsius, if I am not returned within the week. God be with me in the meantime! H. vd M. 4th October, " " The forest seems to be mocking me as I make my way inside. I wish to pause every hour to collect and record my thoughts, but upon my first respite, the path which I had thought I was following had changed. My compass, bought at a heavy price from a surly merchant, is useless, unless True North is wont to alter. I had thought myself mad before: no, no, I was but a boy at play in my ravings. The forest issues true insanity, shaping and reshaping itself, clearing paths and obscuring paths, showing me gentle rivers one instant—and the other, a grim ravine, like the mouth of a demon. I stared into its black depths overlong, and must have gotten addled by my experience, for I believed there were arms stretching out from the pit, groping for me. I quit the place at once and found a stone bier to sit upon, then prayed myself into weariness. I don't dare sleep. I hear the song of birds I don't recognize, and see deer in the distance, but such deer as no hunter has beheld before, with eyes the size of apples and antlers that sway like the boughs of a willow. I chanced across a spider's web large enough to ensnare a hound, and the weaver herself… I dare not say it. I am tempted to shut my eyes and grope my way forward, but then I recall the ravine, and [Illegible] carcass along the path, of an animal I did not recognize. Tiny creatures that stood on two legs surrounded it, armed with spears. I did not dare approach or call out: indeed, there was little that I ventured in those woods, so astonished with dread. I ration my food carefully, and though there are berries and mushrooms such as I recognize, I don't dare consume them. At desperation I attempted the waters of a river, half-hoping and half-dreading it was Lethe, that I may forget. I did not. I cannot count the hours or the days. It cannot still be October 4th, of that I am certain, for I have been in these woods too long. Day and night cycles still but it becomes difficult to distinguish the two the further I walk. I do not see the stars through the canopy of leaves. I once observed a squirrel climb a trunk, and felt relieved to see something so ordinary in this dreary place — only to discover the bloody remains of a human hand in its mouth. I also met a bear — at a safe distance — it shuffled along heedless to my presence, then ducked inside the cleft of a stone bluff. When I passed the same area, I saw no opening in the rock, nor even a trace of the animal itself. Very curious. Woken up by strange singing. Air was frigid. Covered in sweat. Don't recall falling asleep. Fog everywhere. Heard thunder just now. Recited the Lord's prayer, managed to build a fire. A face stared up at me from the sparks; I ran away until I was breathless. More singing. More fog. I said the Lord's Prayer again and stumbled about as though drunk. Would that I were back at that sanatorium now! Their inane babbling and tormented wails would be a comfort to me. I dare not stop or close my eyes, but my body betrays me. I am weary, yet driven by some wild desire. Only just now, when I have stopped to catch my breath, do I realize that everything I have written in the past few days (or hours? Or weeks?) will be lost. No human eye will ever read this. These journals will be lost to whatever force permeates this forest, as I am now lost. Well, so be it. I need not fear any reprisal. No King, judge, or statesman would harass me here! How odd, that on the verge of losing my mind and possibly my soul, do I feel the most free. I decided to give in to base desires and danced about, singing the bawdiest drinking-song I knew. Pitiless sanity soon took my hand and led me back into the abyss. A human face. The spider I saw earlier had a human face—or so I believed. My newfound freedom permits me say what my gentleman's restraint would not. Human face. Why did the cockerel cross the path? Because someone paid it to. Note: Three full pages with the words "Hubert van der Miir" written on them follow this entry. Two more pages are torn out, with only the word "malice" remaining. Unknown day, unknown month, unknown year. Unsure if I am still in Holland, or Europe, or even this world. I am definitely being watched. The trees have eyes. I don't mean this metaphorically: I mean there are eyes like an animal's embedded in the bark, and the branches, and the roots, and upon the leaves. There are shapes in the rivers culled from nightmares. There is laughter. I can hear something groaning. The light that pours in through the canopy is unnatural, bent, and sickly. I cannot remember the last time I ate, or what it was that I consumed, or how I am still kept alive. Perhaps the forest itself is maintaining me—but for what purpose? I have dared the darkness, and it has responded in kind. I sought, and I have found. I went looking for the unnatural and I have been led into its heart. There are bones of humans and animals fastened to hills. There are creatures with glowing eyes, studying me. I thought I saw a man in the distance, but it was only a tree—and yet when I chanced to turn around, the tree was gone. I saw roots lifting up as something turned a corner, and debated giving chase. I forgot my duty and ran instead. Is it even possible for me to leave? Whatever oaths bound me to my missive no longer exist — indeed, nothing outside of the forest exists now, but me. I am becoming a part of it: that is why I cannot leave. I desire progression, to peer over the wall — and to go beyond it — to cast aside the veil and immerse myself in that which hovers at the edge of our minds. I wish to know horrors. No, I wish to be freed from this place! I despise it! But I must go on. Have to. Can't leave. Can't stay. I think [Illegible] But beckoned by whom, or what? How is it that I still have the ink and implements to even write anymore? My supplies are gone, save for the satchel I used to carry them. No ink no quill no food no money plenty of water and prayers at least Hubert van der Miir Good! I am not wholly lost! I still remember my name! Hubert Hubert Hubbert Hebert Heebert Hribrlt H— I don't remember falling asleep. [Illegible] not Lethe but something else. Ha! Perhaps I'm in an ordinary Dutch forest, and the water is the cause for my hallucinations! What a droll concept! Yes: or else I never left the sanatorium. Good vampire, if you or my host should read this, I urge you, knock twice on the wall of your cell, so that I may know we My God. I heard knocking. I am reduced to tears. What is this place? 952nd of Maycember, in the Year of Our Fish 1973. H U B E R T Note: A dried smear of blood follows each letter. Test complete, experiment successful. Pain clarifies matters. Hubert van der Miir. Not lost in the woods. Not anymore. I never was. I was going exactly where I was meant to be. I followed the path perfectly. I was beckoned here. I was, pardon the blasphemy, fated to be here. God in Heaven, or some other unknown power, bade me come, and revealed the way. All for me. All so I could come here and show the world what awaited behind the wall. Not long now. I'll be there soon, I can feel it. I have to be. It's all I have left. [Illegible] riimrednavtrebuh Final entry. I have come across a wondrous cabin in the forest. This is my destination, there is no doubt. Its walls are gingerbread, its roof peppermint, its door a honeycomb, the chimney is plum pudding, the foundations cake, the windows treacle. I broke off a piece and tasted it. Softly, but distinctly, I heard a voice from inside the cabin: "Nibble nibble at my house, nibble nibble like a mouse." I know I will die if I go through that door, but I am compelled to do nothing else. Thankfully, most of this manuscript remains at De Slimme Meid — but alas, the best of it dies with me! Unless some other wretched soul should come through these woods and chance upon this document — I pray they do not, no man deserves this torment — but perhaps it is better this way. Let the knowledge of this damnable forest die with me! I consign myself to God, and to the goodness of the world, or what little there is left. I regret naught but that I did not marry: alas! I knock: it opens. Farewell! Note: The second account concludes with this entry. Note: The original account resumes, and concludes, with this entry. 5th October, in the year of our Lord Sixteen-hundred Ninety-four I awoke to find myself in my bed at De Slimme Meid, alone. There were implements about me suggesting that I was suffering from ague, or an illness, or some other malady. I felt cold, weak, and rather hungry, but not entirely bewildered. I resolved to test my strength and found it wanting, but not so much that I could not rise. I could not stand, however, and decided to lay there in patience until I was tended to again. A physician entered about ten or fifteen minutes later, relieved that I looked well, and gave me drink and medicine. He explained that I had been seen outdoors earlier today, well before dawn, standing lifeless and dazed before a small, lonely tree. As I did not respond to any voice, I had to be carefully removed and lain in bed until I should come to my senses. I have to admit, I do not feel entirely sensible even as I write, but God willing, I shall pull through, as I have no other hurt to account for. I cannot remember going out, whether today or yesterday, nor do I recall having any interest in trees or other such foliage, as I had been scouting for rumors of superstitious transpirings. The account of my travels and discoveries was returned to me, as I requested to examine it in hopes of piecing together this new mystery, but my last entry merely details my need for a walk. Ha! Perhaps my head was cleared overmuch, and I had not a thought left in my brain to keep me company as I beheld that humble sapling! I inquired about nearby forests, all the same, and was told there were none to be found for half a score of miles and more. This was a farming-town, not a foresting one, and if it was glenns or groves I sought, well… When I am left alone to ponder, I feel there is something missing. I had no adventures the good innkeep was aware of, save for those prior to my arrival, and none of my effects were missing. My journal is as I have left it, barring [Illegible] owed for my stay. Yet my thoughts linger on the blankness. To borrow from my earlier analogy, it is as though there had been a chink in the wall, lately covered and concealed. A casual observer would see nothing amiss, but to peer close, and to keep peering… No matter, I have other matters to attend to. I've caught stories of paintings come to life, and statues that bleed, and (ho ho, the bile rises!) covens of witches in Scotland, and wild men on lonely islands, and actors being turned into donkeys, and ghosts of murdered fathers. Wretched drunkards gorged on those foul plays from Stratford!—but it may yet be a welcome reprieve. I feel I have earned a good laugh. And who knows? There could be a grain of truth even in the rotten state of Denmark! Ever onward, H P.S. Strange. I cannot seem to recall [Illegible] Two days after reviewing the document in full, MTF Beta-777 (Hecate's Spear) was assigned a nationwide search of thaumaturgical activity within forested regions of the Netherlands. Six days into this search, in an unrelated incident, Delta-4 (Minutemen) was dispatched to a small college town in Monaghan County, Ulster, Ireland, where one Foundation agent, six dogs, and one cockerel were observed running laps on a racetrack in one Emain University. The agent, Bradley Derfield, was initially unresponsive, and was quickly transported to the nearest Foundation medical facility for observation; the seven accompanying animals were also detained. Following investigation, it was discovered that the animals were in the possession of various Foundation-issue dog tags belonging to an MTF local to that area, Pi-173 (Hounds of Chulainn), which Agent Derfield was also a member of. During his examination, Derfield complained of excruciating abdominal pains, as well as pelvic and genital pain; the medical team concluded that these were phantom pains. These phantom pains continued for five days before clearing. When interrogated, Agent Derfield did not recall when or how he had arrived at Emain University, or for what purpose, nor could he recall any of his actions closer than two days prior to the incident. Agent Derfield had no knowledge of the seven animals, assuming that they belonged to students or visitors at Emain University. He was not informed of the seven Foundation-issue dog tags, nor did he make any inquiries about the whereabouts of his team, assuming he had lost them. Agent Derfield was subsequently amnesticized and reassigned, and the missing members of Pi-173 were replaced. The seven animals currently remain in Foundation care. Shortly after this incident, it was discovered that "Emain University" was not a registered university of Ireland, nor of any known country. An inquiry was made, and a specialist of the occult and thaumaturgical history was assigned by O5-4 and O5-5 for a conclusive investigation. The specialist (Senior Researcher Phillipe Offet) was given a copy of van der Miir's journal, including the "missing" papers found in the Wanderer's Library, and a set of coordinates pointing him to the western region of the country of Georgia. He was specifically instructed to go by ship, and set off from Corsica, where he had been previously stationed. During the voyage, he drafted an SCP document. The following is the aforementioned document, unedited and written entirely in context. Item #: SCP-XXXX (number pending) Special Containment Procedures: The SCiP in question is currently uncontained, undiscovered, and unconfirmed. An investigation is currently underway, with Senior Researcher Offet traveling to the western region of Georgia (country) on Overseer orders. Description: Based on all current information, the anomaly in question is hypothesized to reside within I was wondering who they'd send. Unable to delete, alter, or strike though previous comment, origin unknown. Will revise in second draft. Don't bother. But do go on, boy. Describe me in your document. test test test 12345 abcdefg. The anomaly in question is Much older, smarter, and stronger than you, boy—or your Foundation. Ah, are you sitting there dumbstruck? Perhaps I should allow this exchange to continue so you may go through the remaining stages of emotional duress. We've already covered Denial, so next would be Anger. The anomaly in question is hypothesized to reside within an unknown or undiscovered Danish forest Well, if you're not delving into anger, then I will—or at least impatience. I pray you're not being impertinent on purpose. You don't want me as an enemy. May I communicate with you this way? Acceptance already? I've underestimated you! Very well, you may. How did you gain access to my laptop? Only Foundation members with special clearance may use this service. I am aware. Yet here we are. Now to turn stars into constellations. You've gained control through thaumaturgical means. How very Socratic of you. You're "De Heks in Het Bos", the witch in the woods. In a manner of speaking. Names and locations are irrelevant to me. I've been sent to find you. Do you wish for us to meet? Yes. Am I headed in the right direction? Seek, strive, find, not to yield. How shall I address you? You may call me Viviane if you wish, or Macha. Did you enjoy that little race? So that was you. And "Macha", is it? Interesting. Look overboard, boy. Quite a number of fish in the sea, aren't there? Bream, goby, mackerel, bonito…herring. I understand. Good. Let's leave it at that; we wouldn't want to overindulge. You may have your device returned to you. I am as a fakir, meditating quietly upon pins and needles. test test test 12345 abcdefg Well. That will suffice for a description at the moment! Addendum: How did O5-4 and O5-5 know where to send me? I know they're Overseers, but what were they able to piece together that no one else could? Van der Miir's account omitted the actual encounter with the "witch". Do the O5s know this entity? At this point, I wouldn't be surprised. I don't know where I'll be going once I arrive: perhaps I'll be beckoned as well? Here's hoping my journey is more pleasant than Mr. van der Miir's. [BEGIN RECORDING] Twentieth of March, twenty twenty-three, audio recording of Philippe Offet, Senior Researcher for Site two seventy-eight of the SCP Foundation. I'll be supplementing my findings, if any, with these tapes. I'm not sure what good it'll do, especially if this anomaly is capable of overtaking my personal laptop — along with heaven knows what else — but maybe it'll give me peace of mind. Arrived in Georgia, and thankful the Foundation gave me a good translator. Not too many people speak French or English here. Got plenty of money, so getting to where I need to go shouldn't be an issue. The coordinates Oh-Five-Four and Oh-Five-Five gave me have me heading a bit further east, away from the harbor. I'll probably take a public transit there; I'm not too fond of cabs. Honestly not sure what I'll find, but…chin up. [END RECORDING] [BEGIN RECORDING] Twentieth of March, evening. Found a good hotel, uh…hope I pronounce this right: Okros Tskhvari. It's not too late in the day, but like my, uh, predecessor, I'd prefer to start my search in the morning, so I'll bed here for the night. I'll upload all my audio logs to the Foundation cloud so we don't have a repeat of van der Miir's issues. I'm also going to email my written reports to three different sources, one being Oh-Five-Four's personal secretary. I don't want to take any chances. I wonder what Georgians eat for dinner. Hmm, can't wait to try it. [END RECORDING] [BEGIN RECORDING] Still the twentieth, night. Well, I couldn't begin to pronounce what they fed me, but it was damn good food. Home-cooked and everything. Heh, I can't remember the last time I ate a home-cooked meal. Inferior wine, but in their defense, I am Corsican. I asked a few people about my destination, but all they could tell me was that it was pretty deep in the country, nestled around the Caucasus mountains—sort of out of the way of everything. That's red flag number one, but I knew the risks when I took this assignment. I then asked about any local lore, but they seemed more interested in real-world politics than ghost stories. Fair enough. About ready to turn in for the day, so… On a side note, I can't help but feel a sense of deja vu: an occultist traveling far out of his way to investigate rumors of witches, he finds an inn, the locals aren't much help, he purchases supplies and then goes all "heart of darkness"… History repeats itself. The only question is, am I the tragedy or the farce? Signing out for the day. [END RECORDING] [BEGIN RECORDING] Twenty-first of March, evening. Made a lot of progress, but found nothing. Got off at the last station and had to walk the rest of the way. It's fine, I could use the exercise, and the mountains are nice, if you're into that sort of thing. They're no Alps, but… Anyway, I should be pretty close by this time tomorrow. Sending everything now before I forget. Okay, all good. Audio logs and written reports were received. No hotels in the area, but I'm not afraid to rough it. Weather's chilly, but I'll put up with it. Signing out. [END RECORDING] [BEGIN RECORDING] Twenty-second of March, evening. Still nothing. Just a little while to go before I arrive at the coordinates. Damn country roads. Of course the trains would cut off this far away. Still not sure why I needed to come here by boat when I could've just taken a helicopter. I don't think I did anything to piss off the Oh-Fives. (sighs) It's fine. I just… [Inaudible] Signing out. [END RECORDING] [BEGIN RECORDING] Okay, I think I'm here. Uh, twenty-third of March, time is…not showing up on my watch. Or my phone. Or anything else I have on me, which is strange, since this is all Foundation issue—or maybe it's just a good sign. Yeah. Let's call it that for now. I'm in what looks like an open-air amphitheater, but it's in bad shape. Everything's crumbled to pieces, overgrown with moss, lichen, and ivy. Ruins. If I had to hazard its age, I'd say it was anywhere between a thousand and fifteen-hundred years old. I'm going to keep my recorder on, just in case. I'm taking a look around. The air feels different here — heavy. It's a bright day out, a few clouds in the sky… Feels odd. I can't really explain it; it feels cold without it actually being cold. It's not exactly disquieting — I've got my sidearm and a few interesting gadgets for that sort of thing — it just feels…ancient, I suppose. Anachronistic, that's the word I'm looking for: like this place doesn't belong here. A lot of Georgia definitely feels agrarian, let's say, but this predates that. Hmm, I just remembered that the Celts had actually made it this far east, and some even went on into Turkey. Maybe that's why it feels so old. No, this definitely predates that. I don't know why I'm so hung up on this; maybe I'm just looking for s— [a hissing and snarling sound is heard] Shit, it's a snake. Big one, like an anaconda or a python, but even larger than that. Three times as big, at least. It definitely sees me, but it hasn't attacked yet. Drawing my weapon. I'll shoot it if it gets too close. Uh—! [three gunshots are heard] Okay, I hit it. It's down. (sighs) And that, ladies and gentlemen, is red flag number two. Snakes that big don't live anywhere near here. I can't imagine this thing making its way up here from India or Africa. Maybe it escaped from a zoo—um, okay, uh, it's back up again. Yeah, I'm definitely in the right place. Strange ruins, giant snakes that don't go down after a few bullets… [four gunshots are heard] Time for Plan B. I packed an amnestic light amplifier with me; here's hoping it works on boa constrictors. [a sharp electric buzz is heard] Okay, it's dazed. Relo… What? [Inaudible] Is that…singing? I hear singing. I wonder if the recorder's picking this up. [Inaudible] Whatever it is, it's affecting the constrictor. It's going down. It's…staying down. It… Oh my god. [Inaudible] Viviane, I presume. <the recording ends abruptly> "There, that's better. I'd prefer it if this conversation was private." Phillipe attempted to activate his recorder several times, but to no avail. He pointed the gun at the woman, but she regarded it with cold disdain. It suddenly turned to water in his hand, splashing harmlessly on the weathered stone floor. He pursed his lips and waited to see what would happen. The woman walked over to the sleeping serpent, bent down, and caressed its scaly head. "That's the second time I've had to do that," she said. "'The third time pays for all,' as it's said. Don't you agree?" Her eyes flickered like the sun, burning and stabbing, white orange yellow passion. She smiled, an ancient crone with only a few teeth, pointing with the silken hand of youth. "Do me a favor, would you? Reach into your pockets." Phillipe swallowed but did as she bade. He pulled out a handful of shiny white pebbles and spilled them on the ground. Their eyes met again, hers as dark and cold as the depths of the ocean. "What," he snorted, "are you claiming to be the witch from Hansel and Gretel?" "No," she answered, "I merely inspired her. But I have killed children before." "I believe it," he said hoarsely. "Who, then? Queen Macha, swearing revenge on Ulstermen to this very day?" "Different shawl, same body," she shrugged. He narrowed his eyes. "And your other name, Viviane. That took a bit more effort to uncover. It's the name of the lake-nymph who forged Excalibur." "The snake sloughs many skins in its lifetime," she replied. He merely rolled his eyes. "Next you'll tell me you're Lilith, the first wife of Adam." "Nothing so esteemed, Phillipe," she replied, her hideous teeth flashing. "But why are you so fixated on my name? You didn't come here just to unearth that little bauble." "No," he said coldly: "I came to study you, and contain you." The woman laughed merrily, sharply, her eyes twinkling with love, her lips curled in venom. She towered over him like the mountains; she stared up from the dusty stone floor, mocking him; she stood behind him, next to him, on each of the crumbling pillars, astride the sleeping serpent. She became withered with age, rounded by youth, radiant with beauty, staggering with ugliness. She finally settled on an august middle-aged lady, her face locked in rigor mortis, dead and frigid. "Spare me your posturing, boy, you can't even contain a statue. How do you propose to lock me away? I've outlasted kings and emperors; I was already ancient when the ancestors of your Founder were but a twinkle in their fathers' eyes. I had but to blink and the wonders of the world turned to dust." "Fine speech," he said dryly. "Too bad I've heard it before. Whatever trickery you're still clinging to is obsolete." He then reached into his vest and began his incantation, clutching onto the antithaumatic item O5-5 had delivered to him. With his other hand he held out a portable Scranton Reality Anchor, ripping this creature away from her powers—and her delusions. She immediately roared, convulsing, writhing in pain, black ooze seeping out of her eyes and mouth. "Stop it!" she screeched, falling to her knees, clutching her head in agony. "Stop it! Stop, stop, stop! Augh, stop, it tickles." Her eyes suddenly opened, malice and glee glistening. She winked mockingly, stood up, and snapped her fingers. Crouching next to Phillipe was a monstrous reptile, even larger than the serpent, glaring at him in joyful hatred. Immediately he scrambled away, unable to stop himself from screaming. He only knew this creature by reputation, but that was more than enough to horrify him. It watched as he fell over, crawling away on his hands and knees, saturated with cold sweat, hyperventilating and pathetic. The woman approached it and scratched its head. "Oh, don't worry," she cooed. "This one won't harm you. It just wants to make friends. Right?" The creature laughed cruelly. Phillipe almost soiled himself. The woman continued to smile and caress the creature affectionately. "I've always had a rapport with reptiles," she mused: "snakes, serpents, dragons, the Immortigon… Heh, maybe that's why I liked Uther and Arthur so much. Are you going to take me seriously now?" Phillipe swallowed. "How do I know it's not an illusion?" he whispered. The woman smiled and beckoned him to approach. "See for yourself." "On second thought," he muttered, "I'll take your word for it. I apologize." "Good. On your feet now. As for you," she said, gently chucking the reptile's chin, "I thank you for your service, as does my patron. Stay out of trouble, and give my love to Abby, won't you?" The creature nodded, sparing Phillipe one last murderous gaze before it blinked out of existence. He slowly managed to regain his composure, wondering how many heart attacks he'd had. "You shouldn't really fear her," the woman said, gesturing to the space once occupied by the reptile. "The people of my era saw her as the devourer of the accursed dead. As long as you hold yourself to more virtues than vices, she has no power over you." "Can we please get to the point of all this?" Phillipe muttered, still trying to collect himself. He dabbed his face and neck with a cloth in spite of the cool air, and drank some of his water. To hell with it, he thought to himself, as he spied the tiny bottle of whiskey he had brought with him, and consumed it all. The woman flashed her teeth, looking very much like the reptile, and approached a crumbling, weathered stone chair that might have been used as a throne. She sat and gestured; there was a second seat for Phillipe. He hesitated. "It's not the Siege Perilous, boy, I promise." He couldn't help but smirk a little and sat down. He attempted to use his recorder one more time before settling on his notebook. "Do you mind if I take some notes?" "Yes," she stated. She assuaged him by adding, "Fear not, I won't affect your memories like I did with Hubert or Bradley. I want you to remember this. You're the one I wished to speak with, after all. That's why Glaistig sent you." "Who?" he blinked. A flash of embarrassment crossed her face. "That's right, you wouldn't know her name," she murmured. She shrugged it off carelessly. "Never mind. I required someone wise in history and the Craft and so you were chosen; that's all there is to it. Now: you may conduct your interview. I will answer as I see fit." "I'm deeply honored," Phillipe muttered ironically. He cleared his throat: "First off, I'm curious about what happened between you and van der Miir. Obviously you didn't kill him, but…" "Ah," she smiled, casting a nostalgic stare at her guest. "It would be tiring to simply explain it to you, and not very informative. Focus, Phillipe, and I'll fill in the gaps for you." The color in her eyes fluttered, and the sky grew dark. A deep vibrating hum could be heard, so heavy that it pressed down on Phillipe like a weight. Soon the darkness enveloped him, and the humming became unbearable. It immediately ceased before he could be crushed, and when he looked up, he saw— Hubert stood in the flickering glow of a fire, his shadow dancing against the wall. He had been prepared for death when he parted that veil, and thought himself long numbed to spectacles after his experiences: and yet he stood transfixed and dumb, wide-eyed, at the boiling cauldron and the woman looming over it. He could not describe her — not because he lacked the words, but because she kept changing. She was young, alluring, radiant and wild; she was elderly, bent, wrinkled and horrible. She had the gentlest countenance, like a mother's, or else the cruelest eyes, like a wolf's. She wore simple clothes, muted and solemn, but they flashed with bright colors and exotic hues. She hardly ever moved; she was animated. She was tall enough to pierce the clouds, yet so small that she could sit on Hubert's nose. She was corpulent, skeletal; swarthy, pale; naked, concealed; boisterous, silent. Her eyes burned like the sun and crashed like the ocean. Her house was lined with strange decoration: torches, keys of all shapes and sizes, statues of snakes and dogs. There were vases with two dragons emblazoned on them, and lion's faces carved into her furniture. The image of a great brass ram stared back from the cauldron—and most horrible of all, her shelves were filled with human skulls. The woman herself was focused on the cauldron, staring impassively as it boiled beneath her. She was muttering an incantation, arms held over the mixture as if to warm them. Her eyes flickered over to the door for an instant, then returned, completely disregarding her guest. Suddenly she called out: "Double, double, toil and trouble! Fire burn and cauldron bubble!" Hubert sneered; he recognized the quote. He had never liked Shakespeare; was this woman mocking him somehow? "Ask and it will be given to you," she announced, in fire and water, "seek and you will find; knock and the door…" She paused, her lips curling. She now focused completely on Hubert, though she did not move. "Is that not from your scriptures3, Hubert?" He winced as she spoke his name. "How did…" He swallowed as the revelation came to him. Clearly, this was a witch, the object of his search. It was highly likely this woman knew a great deal more than his name. Seek and you will find, indeed. He nearly regretted his search, but knew he could no longer turn back, so he strove forward. He spoke again, thickly: "Are you the one who summoned me here?" "I have many purposes and many goals, Hubert. But yes." "What is your name?" "I've had many of those as well," she muttered coldly. Her hands thrust against the cauldron, igniting a fire and a flash of light. Then all was still and dark. The ritual evidently ended, she fully turned to face him, gesturing with an elegant hand, every finger adorned with a ring. She smiled. "Are you a man, a cockerel, or a dog?" Hubert swallowed. "I beg your pardon?" "You are not deaf or stupid, boy. Answer my question." It was a command, not a request. He grimaced. "A man." "No, you are a fool. Behold yourself." Her head jerked at a mirror, which Hubert approached cautiously. When he looked into it, he saw the image of a dog. He barked twice. "Be silent!" the woman snapped. He obeyed. She bent over and caressed his fur soothingly. "Isn't this a more appropriate form? Oh, don't worry, you still have your mind, and your ears—and you're in good company. See?" She nodded at her statues, then gave the dog a firm pat. "My aunt is fond of changing men into pigs, so consider this a family fetish. Ah, what have we here?" Noticing his account, she picked it up and casually flipped through it, then set it on a table between two skulls. She caressed them fondly and even kissed them before tending to her guest. She smiled craftily and held out three large playing-cards. "Since you were good enough to come all this way, let's play a game. Two of these cards contain a truth while one contains a lie. If you can distinguish the lie, you may ask me any question you wish, and I will be compelled to answer truthfully. If you cannot, then you must perform a service for me." Disregarding Hubert's thoughts on the matter, the woman laid the cards on the floor. Despite being transformed into a dog, Hubert could read their contents perfectly: 1: Your name is Hubert van der Miir. 2: You are Dutch. 3: You are married. The dog immediately pointed its nose to the third card. The woman smiled. "I made it easy this time, because I know what you will ask of me. But speak all the same; you have that ability." Hubert's voice sounded rough, grating, and inhuman, but that was to be expected. "What is your name?" "Louhi. Just one of many, so do not believe you have uncovered anything. Shall we have another round? Well, I have you in my power, little mutt, so there is not much choice. I must excuse myself, as the next round requires a more dramatic presentation." The woman strode away from Hubert's vision, hiding herself well, despite the small size of her cottage. She appeared suddenly, behind Hubert, startling him. The abruptness of her appearance was not to be blamed on his novice canine ability, as Sirius himself would not have heard, seen, or smelled so stealthy an entrance. The woman held a broadsword, sheathed in a magnificent scabbard. She slowly waved it three times before setting it down. The three cards that had been set before him were now changed to reflect this new stage of the game: 1: This sword can cut hills. 2: The blade is more important than the sheath. 3: It was given freely, and returned freely. Hubert had no idea how to go about this one. He had heard praises of an animal's instincts, particularly those of dogs, but presently his were mute. He felt he had a poor chance regardless, and chose the first card. "Incorrect," the woman said. She tapped the middle card. "This one is the false. Now I will ask for your service." She took Hubert's accounts and moved to a bookshelf, taking a considerable amount of time deciding where precisely to place the ledger. The woman whispered something and slid it into the desired position, then pushed it further in, until it had vanished completely. She then turned to Hubert and bowed slightly. "Thus your service comes to an end. I thank you. I must also apologize, as I set you up for failure that time, so to make up for it, I shall permit you to ask me a second question. Speak." Hubert felt his heart racing. "Why did you beckon me here?" "So I could lay shiny pebbles along the forest for the children to follow home." She laughed dryly and walked over to her cauldron. She tapped it three times with her hand. "The final round of the game is upon us. You know the rules by now. Tell me what is special about this cauldron. Look to the cards, and consider your answer carefully." Hubert did so. 1: It is the symbol of true love. 2: It is the giver of life. 3: It is the slayer of kings. Hubert was even more clueless than he had been for the previous question. How could a cauldron give life but slay kings? Were life and love not the same? The witch had been brewing something in it when he arrived, but for what purpose? To give life, or to take it? If it was a symbol of true love, then for whom was it intended? He knew only one of the cards was false. He recalled stories of heroes slaying evil kings for their lovers, or to save their realm; he also recalled how Christ showed his love by being "slain", thus giving life…but no, there was nothing Christian about this woman, or this place—or even much of him, if he were being honest. This was all pagan. The woman seemed impatient, so he must make a decision. He closed his eyes and let his nose go where it pleased. The woman gave no answer. "Look to the mirror." Hubert sighed doggedly. Was this another "service" he must perform? It did not seem to matter: he was compelled to look. Carefully he peered into the glass as the woman towered over him. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the truest of them all?" Hubert felt honest human fingers touch a face devoid of fur. His nose was angular again, his ears rounded not flat, his legs numbering two, his tail gone, his humanity restored. He stared at the image as if he had never seen a man before. He didn't know if he should speak or be silent. Does one thank a witch for restoring one's humanity? "I remain in your power," he said after a long pause. He slumped, dejected. "Woe is me, that clarity and sanity should return now!" "Ask your question, Hubert." She nodded, assenting. It didn't seem to matter whether he had chosen correctly or not. Perhaps the whole charade was a game itself, games within games—or a test, or an experiment, or an answer, or a question. It was certainly not madness, to his misfortune. He drew a deep breath, contemplating what he should inquire about. There were hundreds, thousands of questions he had. One seemed to emerge as the most prominent, however: "Could you tell me about yourself?" "Ah." The woman's fire seemed to dim as she sat down, crossing her legs. "No." Hubert gave a start and lurched. "But you are bound to your word!" "My word is fulfilled," she answered in a voice like iron. "You asked me a question and I answered it truthfully. I cannot tell you about myself." "Cannot or will not?" he pressed. The woman scowled before softening. "That is not a story meant for your ears. You came here for a purpose and fulfilled it. You may now leave. Though I do not owe you anything, I will apologize for not revealing more." She paused as if to reconsider, then stood and drew a goblet from a nearby shelf. She dipped it into her brew and presented it to Hubert. "You will drink this. As you do, know this: that once I was a princess, descended from gods and titans. Once I was ensnared by love, and into it I fell, betraying my country and even killing my brother for its sake. And so the princess became a queen, but she did not live happily ever after. The man whom she had devoted herself to abandoned her for another, and so her love turned to hate, and she swore vengeance. Do you know what happens to a princess whose heart is broken by her prince?" "No," Hubert replied, as he finished the goblet. He soon closed his eyes and fell over. The woman stood over him vigilantly. "They become witches." "There," Phillipe heard the woman speak, breaking the spell. "That was our entire exchange. Perhaps more dramatic and less satisfying than you had hoped, though." Phillipe gasped for air, shaking his head, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Excalibur, dogs, serpents, fire and water, cauldrons, princesses betrayed by their lovers… It was like being force-fed memories, shoving one after the other into a tiny, cramped space until it burst. Phillipe mastered the sensation slowly, feeling weak, glad he was sitting down. It was a lot to take in. "It's more than I expected to get, to be honest," he admitted with some effort. "But like my predecessor, I'm curious about you, unless I'm not the one who…" She silently nodded and crossed her legs. "You saw me summon the Immortigon. It enjoys my company because I, too, am hatred. It hates out of necessity, though, whereas I hate, paradoxically, out of love." "Because you had your heart broken," he stated. "Because I was betrayed," she corrected venomously. "Observe." She gestured and the world became dark again: visions flickered to life before Phillipe. He saw the woman perpetrating atrocities in the name of love: killing members of her own family, turning her back on her country, using her Craft to deceive people, leaving bodies in her wake, some of them torn to pieces—all in the name of love. "Can you imagine how one would react when all of that is discarded like so much refuse?" she muttered bitterly as the sky brightened. "To be told that none of it mattered? To be abandoned, and forced into even greater wickedness out of sheer cold necessity?" "I honestly can't," he admitted. "So am I to assume that you traveled the world searching for your former lover so you could exact revenge?" "No, I had already fulfilled my revenge," she muttered hurtfully. She drooped, appearing crestfallen, even regretful. "But I'm not…as straightforward as that." "What do you mean?" She sighed, and for the first time, Phillipe saw in her a woman defeated, vulnerable, brimming with power yet undeniably powerless, like Odin who strove insatiably for wisdom, only to be doomed to understand the futility of his actions. "When my vengeance was sated, I tried to start over—make a new life for myself, in a new land, with a new lover. That…didn't work out." "What happened? If you don't mind my asking," Phillipe remedied. The woman sighed, hunching over, becoming a desiccated hag. "Let's just say that my hatred got the best of me, and I went into exile. For ages I roamed aimlessly across the earth — and during my travels, something happened to me. Words are inadequate; observe." The sky grew brighter, and he saw the woman stumbling aimlessly, over plains and hills, camping in deserts and ice flows, traversing oceans and mountains. With each step she seemed to lose a part of herself, but gained something greater: great but terrible, unbearable, unimaginable. Time gave up on her and she became a living anachronism. He watched as she outlived her oppressors, her kingdom, her country, surpassing all bounds and transcending to a higher existence, becoming something greater than herself, but still remaining herself. There was not one life but many lives; not one world but many worlds; not one thought but all thoughts. At the center of it all was the woman, the wife, the witch, what she had been and what she was becoming. It quickly became incomprehensible — not because of inadequacy, but excess; there was far too much to glean, like an infinite library, and he was forced to read every book simultaneously. Her voices all called out to him in unison, a melange of noise: I am evil, I am good. I am the witch who lures children into her gingerbread house, who plots to steal silver slippers from Kansas farm girls, who foretells of the rise and fall of Kings and Thanes. I am the lady in the lake, the last daughter of Charn, the Sampo's bane, she who curses Ulstermen and sends Amfortas falling from grace. I am the consort Daji, Yan Poxi, Baba Yaga, La Befana, Grimhilde, Kikimore, Rangda. I am Sarah Good, Martha Corey, Rebecca Nurse, Rachel Clinton, and Elizabeth Proctor. I am hatred, king-slayer, child-killer, butcher of brothers, wife and woman and witch. Betrayal. Suffering. Bitterness. Disgust. "But mostly," she gasped, her face pale and gaunt, her eyes dim and weary, her hair thin and grey, "mostly, I am weary. I hated and hated until I became as a candle without its wax, utterly worn down to nothing. And still I live, and permeate the world and the minds of men. I go on, and on, because I cannot die. I have become a Legend, an Idea, a thread in the tapestry of myth. Now do you see why you cannot contain me? Can you hold fast to a thought? Can you lock up an archetype? I had a cousin who once kept hope itself shut in a jar. Perhaps, in that sense, I am already contained, locked in the minds of humanity, doomed to be the witch in their stories. Forever cursed to either hate…or be hated." She paused, long enough to gaze at her guest, to show him that she was weeping. Young or old, weary or strong, great or feeble, she wept. Phillipe took a deep breath. "Well, for what it's worth, you do have my sympathies," he sighed. "I've seen my fair share of horrors, but to live with that… Anyway, you still haven't told me why I'm here. That rigamarole with van der Miir and Derfield wasn't just you showing off. Perhaps you should lay some cards down." The woman laughed feebly at his double-meaning. Rheumatically, she rose and walked over to Phillipe, holding out three cards, each decorated with dragons, keys, rams, and torches. "One of these has my true name on it," she said solemnly. "The other two are false. Choose the correct card and I'll tell you what you want to know." He skimmed over them, choosing one without even hesitating. The woman smiled with relief. "The Senior Researcher for Thaumaturgy and Occult practices, former teacher of history and mythology, has chosen correctly. To be blunt, Phillipe, I wish to be left alone." "That's why I'm here?" he snapped incredulously. "You wait over three-hundred years, transform an MTF into animals, and make me walk all the way out here just to be left alone? A bit counterintuitive, don't you think?" Her eyes narrowed as strength and authority returned to her voice. She became ageless, unfathomable, fiery, seductive. "I went through all that rigamarole, as you put it, so I'd have a modicum of control over our inevitable encounter. Of course I knew your Foundation would stumble across me eventually — or else one of the other groups of interest you contend with every so often — but at a time and a place outside of my choosing, in a situation where I would have very little agency, where I might even have…difficulties." "What," he snorted, smiling haughtily, "a powerful woman like you? I thought you had ascended beyond such concerns." "Don't be petulant," she spat, "even the gods can be beset by forces beyond their control. A conflict would be pointless, and unnecessarily destructive. Besides, if it escalated, my wrath would be the least of your concerns. If you think Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, you haven't seen what my grandfather is capable of—nor would I want you to." Not knowing what to say, Phillipe remained as still and silent as the stones around him. "So I am to do nothing?" "You are to report me to your Foundation," she corrected. "To know me is to know my desires; to not know me is to not know my desires. Do you understand? I am like a beehive hiding round the corner, only dangerous if encountered. To know me is to avoid me—unless I demand otherwise." "Demand?" he scoffed, feeling put off. Since when did the Foundation accede to the demands of anomalies? "Don't be daft, boy," she spat, as if sensing his thoughts, "I'm not unreasonable. For the moment I wish for my privacy, to ruminate on who I am, and who, or what, I wish to be, and what I wish to do with myself. But at times I may want for company, or news, or…an exchange. I may even wish to give aid. If the word 'demand' chafes you, then think of it as an accord, an understanding. A screen of smoke to settle the hive and reap the rewards." "It still feels like I've wasted my time," Phillipe grunted. "I especially don't like the idea of leaving an anomaly free." "Anomaly?" she grumbled, turning into a veil of mist. "Is that the limit of your understanding?" The mist coalesced into a shape, becoming Viviane, a crone, a dragon, his mother. Finally it turned into a sphinx, with the face of the person he loved most staring back at him. He cringed, not wishing to see the dead come back to life. "A final game, Phillipe," it proclaimed. "Answer my questions and have your questions answered. Fail and become a failure. What happens when the unnatural becomes natural? How did the Overseers know where to send you? Am I a wife, a witch…or a way of thinking?" And that was when he woke up. The following is an audio-only conversation between O5-4 and Senior Researcher Offet, held forty hours after the incident in question, and recorded at the behest of O5-4. Offet: This is an unexpected honor, ma'am. I take it this is about the anomaly. O5-4: Correct. Are you all recovered from your ordeal? Offet: Physically, yes. Mentally, it will take some time. O5-4: I expected no less. I've taken the liberty of drawing up a document for you. I believe Director Bouquet will approve of it, but feel free to edit it if necessary. Offet: Uh, no, ma'am, I don't think that will be, ah, required. But may I ask, ma'am, why you're personally investing yourself in this? O5-4: I don't think that's the question you meant to ask, Offet. Offet: (a pause) You knew about her, didn't you? O5-4: I was familiar with the individual. Not to the extent that I once believed, but yes. This operation was…enlightening, to say the least. Offet: Ma'am? O5-4: I'm just musing on a new perspective. That's the thing about anomalies—or archetypes: just when you think you know them inside and out, they throw you a curve. Anyway, after purveying van der Miir's account, and the incident in Ulster, Oh Five-Five and I were able to piece everything together. To borrow from her own parlance, the witch left enough pebbles behind for us to discover her. I am surprised, though, that you were curious about Georgia. I'd thought you had a knack for history. Offet: I…took longer to reach the proper conclusion, ma'am. It was a matter of…well, if you'll forgive me for saying so, a matter of not seeing the forest for the trees. O5-4: We're all permitted a few apropos cliches in our lives, Offet. I'm glad to hear you didn't need your hand held. Offet: (laughs softly) My pride says that I was the right choice, but my humility admits that at times, I really did feel like a boy. (a pause) Object Class Binah4, ma'am? O5-4: Do you disagree? Offet: (a pause) No, I suppose not. It's the only way we could classify her. Uh, excuse me: it. But do we really just leave it alone, and bend to its whims whenever it calls us? It feels like a slap in the face. O5-4: Think of it this way, Offet: you attend to the basic needs of other anomalies, correct? We don't spoil or coddle them, certainly, but we don't neglect them, either—if only out of safety. Who's to say what this one might attempt if we don't, at times, humor her? Offet: She didn't strike me—excuse me, it didn't strike me as the type who'd enjoy being humored, ma'am. But I do see your point. (sighs) Forgive my haranguing, it still feels like she thinks we're her servants, waiting around for her pleasure. O5-4: (chuckles softly) Buried under that mountain of exhaustion and hate and heartbreak, she's still a Queen at heart. Ordering others around is in her blood. If one of the last remaining monarchs of our world were to invite me over for tea, I'd attend happily. Of course, I wouldn't pass up the chance of conversing with a living, breathing relic of mythology, either. Could you? Offet: (a pause) No ma'am, I couldn't. All the same, I may make some revisions to this document after all. O5-4: By all means. I will leave the rest to you, Offet. Give my best to Bouquet. Offet: Thank you, ma'am, I will. Item #: SCP-7632 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7632 is currently contained in noospherical space, although it has the ability to materialize in perceptual reality (SCP-7632-A). It has been known to appear primarily in Europe, northern Africa, and western Asia, although its influence is global. At varying intervals, SCP-7632 will request the presence of a Foundation member, either through telepathy or other anomalous means. In order to maintain containment, this member, regardless of clearance or importance, must be given a temporary leave of absence and delivered to the location specified by SCP-7632. A Site Director or other Senior member of staff must be notified of this departure, and make arrangements to transport said individual to the location requested. After an unspecified period of time, the requested Foundation member will reappear at or near their original location, whereupon they must be recovered and debriefed. Amnesticization is discouraged unless approved by those with Level 4 clearance or higher. During interactions, the requested Foundation member is to treat SCP-7632-A with courtesy and respect. Recording devices, weapons, third parties, Scranton Reality Devices, and antithaumatic devices are not permitted, unless specified otherwise. Gifts to the entity must first meet with Director or Senior Staff approval. SCP-7632-A is generally benign and will avoid hostility unless extensively provoked. Interaction with SCP-7632-A is entirely dependent on the entity itself; any attempts to locate it outside of these times is prohibited. Evelyn de Morgan's depiction of SCP-7632-A. Description: SCP-7632 is a pataphysical sentient archetype of the human consciousness, primarily representing negative feminine thaumaturgical energy. During its manifestations, it has been known to appear as a human female of varying ages, ethnicities, and forms (SCP-7632-A), with a variety of names and titles associated with it (See attachment 7632-1, "Nomenclative Associations"). SCP-7632-A is capable of high degrees of thaumaturgical behavior, including ontokinetics, polymorphosis, spatially displacing objects and entities, issuing cognitohazards, and amnesticising others; its long exposure to the noosphere has also given it considerable knowledge and intelligence. It is fluent in all known mundane languages and several anomalous ones, including Fey, Sarkic, Ortothan, and various Daevite languages, and is capable of telepathic communication. It first materialized in Greece and Colchis (present-day Georgia) circa 1300 BCE, and had spread its influence to Celtic regions by 275 BCE. Reports of its manifestations were also referenced in India during the 6th century CE, and China during the late Shang Dynasty (1600–1046 BCE) and early Northern Song Dynasty (960-1279 CE), suggesting that it affected merchants traveling the Silk Road. It found a foothold in colonial America during the late 17th century, though research hypothesizes it may have arrived centuries, if not millennia sooner. By the mid-19th century, its influence could be documented worldwide; as such, a small amount of levity regarding the Veil of Secrecy is permitted. [Edit]: Although the Elan-Vital Energy readings of SCP-7632-A have not been fully studied or measured, they are estimated to exceed a Casper Intensity of ten-thousand. Addendum-A: Senior Researcher Offet (Site-278) is to be inquired for further details. Addendum-B (revision): The first individual SCP-7632 requested was O5-█, who was escorted to an undisclosed location by MTF Alpha-1 (Red Right Hand). Alpha-1 formed a 100-meter perimeter around the area and remained on guard until contact with O5-█ was reestablished. O5-█ was returned safely and debriefed by O5-4. WARNING: ACCESS DENIED. LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE ONLY - Close Overseer-Five wasn't surprised when the Lady contacted her shortly after O5-4's conversation with Offet, nor was she intrigued by the location chosen. It made perfect sense for them to meet in the Wanderer's Library: after all, witches are entirely dependent on stories, and this witch was one of the oldest and most widely-circulated. She was, however, curious how the Lady managed to convince the Librarians to allow a "Jailer" to visit. At least, in a wry twist of fate, there was tea at the table. "Hello, Morgana," Five said, nodding respectfully. The Lady leveled a gaze as deep and enigmatic as the sea at her. "Hello, Glaistig. I had wanted to speak with Tilda as well, but I didn't think she would come. Poor choice of location and all. No matter, you're just as good. I feel like you'd understand me from…a more appreciable perspective." "I'd prefer it if you didn't use that name," Five said, grimacing. Macha smirked. "Oh? Well, that is a touchy subject in our circles, isn't it? But as you wish; I'll just call you Five. Please, be seated, and help yourself. It's roast dandelion tea." Five thanked her and sat. The tea was hot, earthy, and subtle. "I didn't think I'd be welcomed here," Five remarked. Baba Yaga showed rows of rotten, crooked teeth. "Why? Do you have overdue books?" Five's eyes flickered. "Let's just say that the Foundation's relationship with the Library is…strained." "Oh," the Queen remarked idly, as if the politics of extradimensional spaces meant nothing to her. "Don't worry, I've got some clout here—or did you forget who you were talking to?" "Point taken," Five admitted, raising her cup. As if to prove this, she spotted a Docent hovering by, without so much as glancing their way. "Besides," Rangda added quietly, "I live here. It's the only home I've ever known." "Not Colchis?" "You know what I mean," Jadis muttered. "Here—stories. That's where I exist. The Evil Queen. The Wicked Witch. The deceptive wife. The child-eater. I'm a caricature." "A fate few would envy," Five muttered behind her cup. Knowing better than to let the Lady stew in her bitterness, Five cut to the quick. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" "Perhaps some advice is in order," Nimue murmured. She glanced at Five, noticing her intrigued expression. "Don't give me that look. I'm not too proud to hear from another perspective." Five smiled faintly and silently assented. The Queen simmered for a moment before asking, "Do you think it's possible for me to have a happy ending?" "In my line of work, very few things are impossible," Five remarked. She finished her tea, then gestured around. "Look around you. This library contains every story ever written, and many that are not written." She poured herself one more cup before adding, with a smile, "Surely a few would work in your favor." "Ah yes, children's stories where the heroine is a brave little girl in a world full of magic, or one of those ridiculous 'magical academy' fantasies bloated with maudlin whimsy. Eiko Watanabe5 almost ruined my reputation as much as Jakob and Wilhelm!" Five nodded sympathetically. "Couldn't you just make one yourself?" "I've tried that before," Elphaba murmured, sinking her head into her hands. "I've tried it more times than I can count. Over and over. It never lasts. In my endings are terrible new beginnings, and yet…" In her despondency she forced out a self-effacing laugh. "Van der Miir once thought he had a monopoly on madness, but how insane must I be to keep hoping, past desperation, to the point where it's masochism?" "Ah, so that's why you wanted to speak with my associate," Five deduced. "The two of you have quite a number of traits in common." "Am I to take that as a compliment?" Grimhilde said. "You may if you like." Jezebel shrugged. She emptied her cup, took Five's empty one, and smashed them together in her hands. An origami pigeon fluttered out of her opening palms, making its way to one of the shelves, where it transformed into a book. "Very elegant," Five complimented, and a humble smile crossed the Lady's face. "So how do you propose to achieve your goal? Surely not by drawing our people into your quarters, one by one, in the hopes that they'd provide an answer." La Befana looked away and said nothing. "And what would you do if and when your goal is reached?" Five prodded. "Disappear? You're forever tied to the human subconscious, whether you like it or not. No ending, however happy, can erase that. A part of you will always be a witch; your story will continue as long as there are storytellers. Perhaps you should take your own advice, and move on from anger to acceptance." There was silence between the two for a long time. A subtle shift overtook the Queen's composure. She looked up, directly into Five's eyes. "I knew I was right to seek you out," she said quietly, her eyes flashing with disquieting inspiration. Morgan le Faye pushed her chair back and stood; Five stood with her. "You're right, you know," she continued: "there's no permanent solution to my dilemma. But just as I illuminated you and…your associate," she added with a curling mouth, "so too have you brought new perspectives to my doorstep. I thank you." "Should I be alarmed?" Five said, nervously chuckling. The creature before her smiled gleefully, turning into a fox-demon. There was a wild sense of peace, though, in Consort Daji's eyes: mischief, not malice. "I've been going about this all wrong. Aristotle had the right idea the whole time: a means between the extremes. Why shun my fate when I can embrace it, even enjoy it? And who knows — perhaps there are yet some tales in this treasury that sing of my praises, and call me hero, and lift me upon grateful shoulders, even as my heart breaks and my world burns. People do so love to see their characters survive the fire. I can keep my pride in spite of it all. But first, my dear friend, some indulgence is in order. I've just recalled an artifact of mine that may assuage me in times of despair." "And what might that be?" Five asked. The Lady grinned; one could almost imagine her cackling underneath a full moon. "Let's not spoil the ending just yet. You are dismissed, Chelsea, and I? I am Zoroaster, emerging from his cave to greet the morn renewed! Give my best to Tilda — and to Phillipe, if you see him again. Ah," she sighed to herself, "when shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly's done, when the battle's lost and won: that will be ere the set of sun."6 Overseer-Five jolted awake, finding herself outside the Wanderer's Library, in the clearing where the witch had instructed her to wait. She took a moment to compose herself before contacting Alpha-1. Addendum-C (revision): Recently a manifestation of SCP-7632 was sighted in the Wanderer's Library, though this could not be verified. Addendum-D (revision): On ████ April 2023, SCP-826 was reported missing. Twelve hours later, SCP-826 was found on top of its safe, with a note attached, written in Colchidian and ancient Greek. Translated, it reads, "Thank you for holding onto it. Briefly took it back for personal use. No need for alarm if you see it missing again. Ask █████ and ███████ for further details." It was signed in liquid gold, with the astrological sign of Aries. Footnotes 1. Anthonie Heinsius, Grand Pensionary of Holland from 1689-1720 2. The Clever Maid 3. Matthew 7:7 4. Item can affect the collective human consciousness, and may thereby affect reality. 5. The author of "Kiki's Delivery Service", a children's novel about a young female witch. 6. Macbeth, Act 1 Scene 1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7632" by Mister_Toasty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7632. Licensed under CC-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: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-dl1/De_Morgan_Medea.jpg Name: De_Morgan_Medea Author: Evelyn de Morgan/Karen Arnold License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: [https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=446649&picture=woman-medea-vintage-art] |
SCP-7633 | euclid | SCP-7633 upon its initial discovery on ██/██/2000. Item #: SCP-7633 Special Containment Procedures: Area-419 has been constructed in the space around SCP-7633 in order to uphold secrecy and prevent civilian casualties. Any on-site personnel that hear, see, or feel things out of the norm should report to the Site Director immediately. Any expeditions are to be carried out by D-Class personnel provided with thin helmets composed of SCP-148. As of ██/██/2005, SCP-7633 poses no risk to secrecy or civilian life. Area-419 has been deconstructed to reserve resources. Description: SCP-7633 is a bunker located in the U.S. state of South Dakota, specifically in the 'Black Hills' region, constructed out of concrete and steel. Subjects approaching the entrance to SCP-7633 report anomalous sensory phenomena, including but not limited to; Smelling and tasting copper. Hearing noises unheard by other individuals nearby, such as distant screams and explosions. Feeling poking and scratching across their body. Subjects entering SCP-7633 through the vault's door show an increased heart rate and an extreme boost of adrenaline, shutting the door behind them and moving deeper into the bunker. Subjects removed from SCP-7633 all unanimously state that they believed a nuclear warhead had been detonated not far from their location, and that they felt compelled to lock themselves inside SCP-7633 to avoid the blast. Testing has revealed this effect can be negated through use of a thin helmet comprised of SCP-148, which for the sake of simplicity, will here-on be referred to as a 'Telekill Helmet'. Once inside SCP-7633, subjects find themselves in an elaborate vault that cannot be mapped out due to the fact certain parts of the building will move on random intervals, making traversal difficult. Addendum-7633-1: The following are three transcripts of expeditions conducted by D-Class personnel following the discovery that SCP-7633's properties could be negated via SCP-148. VIDEO LOG 01 EXPEDITION 01 DATE: ██/██/2001 Subject: D-10202 Preperation: Subject provided with a radio, a short supply of rations, 2 bottles of water, a head-mounted camera, and a Telekill Helmet. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00-01:02 Control: D-10202, is the radio working properly? D-10202: Yeah, I can hear you. Control: Alright, proceed into the bunker. 01:02-10:35 D-10202 enters the bunker and walks forward until he comes to a four-way intersection of hallways. At this point the camera feed is overlayed with a light static, despite the fact D-10202 should not be far away enough away from the entrance to cause this. The change is reported to Dr. Banker, Head Researcher of SCP-7633 and Director of Area-419. D-10202: Uh, wh-which way do I go? Control: Keep going forward. 10:35-17:17 D-10202 continues walking until he reaches two doors, at this point he begins gagging D-10202: Agh, 'fuck is that smell? Control: Try to track the source of the odor. D-10202 It…[pause] it seems like its coming from this door. Control: Open th- D-10202: Yeah, open the door, I got it- D-10202 goes silent. The camera feed is at such an angle to where the source of the smell cannot be seen by Control, only the wall of the small room it is in. Control: D-10202, what do you see? D-10202: Its, um… I-Its a corpse. Looks like its been rotting for a while, you can see… [exhale] see the bone… in some parts… oh god. D-10202 can be heard vomiting D-10202: Its so tall… this body, man, its like… fuckin' eight feet tall? Nine? But it still looks human… Control: Move the camera down, D-10202. The body can now be seen on the feed, though the body itself is decomposed beyond recognition. D-10202: Can…[sniffle] can I go now? This-This is seriously fucked up, man. Control: Open the other door. D-10202: I…yeah, alright. D-10202 opens the other door, and inside is a small room not unlike the other, however, the room is empty. Control: Alright, start making your way back to the entrance. 17:17-20:24 D-10202 does not respond, but obeys the orders, retracing his steps 20:24-21:01 D-10202: What… no… oh, no. No, no, fuuuuckk! Control: What is it? D-10202: The hallway, its different, th-the intersection thing is gone, its just… it goes right, I… Get me out of here! Control: D-10202, you arent giving us much to work on. What do you mean its gone?1 21:02 D-10202 continues to panic, begging Control to "make it go back to the way it was." This culminated in D-10202 throwing the radio, camera, and Telekill Helmet to the ground in a fit of hysteria and running deeper into SCP-7633. D-10202 is currently presumed dead. [END LOG] Notes: It is unknown if D-10202's outburst was due to memetic effects leaking through the Telekill Helmet, or simply caused by panic induced by the lack of a means of escape. VIDEO LOG 02 EXPEDITION 02 DATE: ██/██/2001 Subject: D-08577 Preperation: Subject provided with a harness fastened to the waist, radio, a short supply of rations, 2 bottles of water, a head-mounted camera, and a Telekill Helmet. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00-00:57 Control: D-08577, is the harness wrapped tightly around your waist? D-08577: Yeah, don't worry, this thing isn't budging. Control: Good. Enter the vault. 01:02-7:35 D-08577 enters the vault. After 6 minutes, D-08577 comes across a fork. D-08577: There's a two-way hallway, do I go left or right? Control: Proceed through the hall on the left. D-08577 silently proceeds and enters a storeroom. D-08577: Huh… there's a stack of papers here… it… hey, that's the logo! Control: The logo? D-08577: Yeah, the logo you science guys use around the facility, its at the top of the paper. 'SCP-████.' What is this thing? Control alerts Director Banker of the breach of security caused by access to a restricted file. Control: D-08577, you must- D-08577: What… What the hell is this? It's a picture of a mushroom cloud… there's some Russian shit at the bottom. You said we were in South Dakota. Control: D-08577, it is imperative that you- While Control was speaking, a masculine voice in Russian interrupted him. Later, when the tape was given to Dr. A. █████, a Russian translator, he was able to determine the content of the speech, which was as follows: Voice: "Ah, look, a convict! Come, we have food and beds to spare— what's it like out there? Any mutants? Hah!, I joke, of course, everything is dead, yes?" 7:35-2:3:12 The camera feed cuts to static for 2 hours. 2:3:12-2:3:20 The camera feed cuts back to reveal D-08577 sitting in a crude building inside the vault built from scrap metal. Control: D-08577, can you hear me? D-08577: Oh, thank god, you're back. Y-You need to get me out of here, these people are fucking insane. Control: Could you describe what has happened in the time contact was lost? D-08577: Alright, uhh… fuck, let's see. Well, when those guys in the weird masks first came up to me, they led me to this weird shantytown in one of the larger rooms of the vault. I didn't understand any of the shit they said, but they gave me some food that was better than the fuckin' granola bar or whatever you guys gave me, and I didn't know what they were gonna' do if I declined, so I went with them. After a bit, they said it was feeding time and I followed them to a huge campfire in the middle of the town, but… I went to see what they were cooking, and… it was a person. The worst part is, they were wearing the same jumpsuit I was. I realized what I ate and threw up behind one of the houses, but suddenly all of these freaks decided to go to bed at the exact same time, and I don't wanna sneak out or else they'll probably fuckin' eat me. Weird thing is, they just… ignored the harness, and camera and all the other testing shit. Acted like it wasn't there. Control: Begin following the harness back to the entrance, if anything goes wrong we'll yank you back on our own. Ready? D-08577: Alright, and… running! D-08577 begins running towards the entrance of SCP-7633, however almost exactly after reaching the half-way point, the rope snaps. 2:3:20-5:4:41 The camera feed cuts to static for 3 hours. 5:4:41-5:4:45 The feed shows D-08577 laying on the floor, bleeding out and breathing heavily. Although very little of her body is visible, multiple claw marks can be partially seen. Many are human in nature, though some are deep, long lacerations, like that of a scythe. Control decides against speaking to her, despite the requests of Dr. Banker. Shortly after, D-08577 ceases all functions, presumed dead, and the feed is cut. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG 03 EXPEDITION 03 DATE: ██/██/2002 Subject: D-3435 Preperation: Subject provided with a harness fastened to the waist, a radio, a short supply of rations, 2 bottles of water, a head-mounted camera, an H&K USP Sidearm, and a Telekill Helmet. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00-02:01 Control: Is the harness connected properly? D-3435: Yeah, the things on tight, brah.[sic] Control: D-3435, please maintain a professional demeaner. Now, please enter the vault. D-3435: Yeah, ok, 'Control.' This helmet is fuckin' sweet. Security Agent ██████ "Dweller" raises his gun. Control: D-3534, cooperate immediately or- D-3435: R-Right, I… I'm sorry. D-3435 swiftly enters the vault. 02:01-15:34 D-3435 enters the vault and proceeds into the corridors, walking in a straight line for 13 minutes before coming across a three-way fork. D-3435: Hey, mic dude, which way do I go? Control:[sigh] Please proceed through the corridor on your right. D-3435: You got it. 15:34-22:08 D-3435 enters the hallway and immediately freezes. Control: D-3435, please continue through the do- D-3435: Shh! You-you fuckin' see that, right? Control claims to have not seen anything on the initial watching, though upon later viewings, two men in Soviet ShM-62 Gas Masks are visible (SCP-7633-1.) The SCP-7633-1 instances appear to be gently 'stroking' the air. They do not show any movement apart from this, staring directly at D-3435. Control: D-3435, nothing is visible on your camera feed. What do you see?2 D-3435: It's two guys, and… oh, what the fuck is that thing… its so tall. Fuck this, man, fuck this! D-3435 begins fleeing the corridor, although the two instances do not attempt to follow D-3435. D-3435 escapes into the left corridor, and accidently runs directly into another SCP-7633-1 instance. D-3435 fires two shots at the instance, though the first shot misses and the SCP-7633-1 instance does not react to the second shot, which connects. The instance strikes D-3435 with it's fist. 22:08-1:11:11 The camera feed cuts to static for 1 hour. 1:11:11-1:15:11 The camera feed resumes, although the camera and microphone have been removed from D-3435's person and are lying on a table inside a pale green tent. Two instances of SCP-7633-1 speak to each other on the far side of the room, however the speech is incomprehensible. After 2 minutes, one of the SCP-7633-1 instances glances at the camera and says something to the other instance, before leaving the room for four minutes. 1:15:11-1:24:43 The instance returns to the room, this time carrying D-3435, who has been bound with rope and gagged with a piece of concrete tied to his mouth. One of the SCP-7633-1 instances steps forward and proclaims the following at the camera in Russian: SCP-7633-1: "To whoever keeps sending in these feasts, we thank you for your generosity. Behold, the fruits of your labor!" The SCP-7633-1 instances proceed to disembowel D-3435, removing his intestines and setting them aside, before dragging the body off camera. The camera is moved to reveal a tall, disfigured creature, SCP-7633-2. It has a similar appearance to the corpse seen in Expedition 01, although far more inhuman in nature, and in place of arms it has large, blade-like appendages, comparable to that of Mantodea (commonly, the Praying Mantis.) It stares directly at the camera, and when the SCP-7633-1 instance provides the intestines to the creature, it swiftly consumes them. 1:24:43-1:42:21 SCP-7633-2 leaves the room, leaving the camera facing the wall of the tent, although breathing can still be heard for the duration of the footage. After around 20 minutes, the feed cuts. [END LOG] Addendum-7633-2: 4 years after testing with SCP-7633 ceased, a Chaos Insurgency raid was conducted on Area-419. Due to decreased security post-testing, the Insurgency was able to succsesfully capture Area-419. Upon Area-419's capture, questions were raised as to why the Chaos Insurgency viewed it as valuable enough to launch an assault. These suspicions motivated the Foundation to deploy a division of Mobile Task Force unit Nu-7 "Hammer Down" to investigate the facility. After Nu-7 was tasked to retake Area-419, Foundation Field Agents sent to scout out the area reported it devoid of Insurgency interference. To avoid a possible ambush, the Foundation still sent the group to investigate; however, no Chaos Insurgents were seen on the premises. Instead, the majority of the inside of the Area was coated in a thick red mucus which, after testing, was revealed to be similar, though not identical, to human blood. Multiple dead Chaos Insurgents were stuck to the walls and ceiling, many disemboweled. Two were still alive, crying out in pain. When questioned by members of Nu-7, the Insurgents reportedly spoke back to them in Russian, which nobody in the division spoke. In the center of the Area's courtyard, a dead instance of SCP-7633-1 lay, covered in the thick red mucus. Dissection of the SCP-7633-1 instance revealed it to be very similar to a human, although in place of blood, its veins were filled with the substance coating the premises. The tunnel leading to SCP-7633's inside had been completely collapsed in, and due to the discontinuation of the "Millennium Two" campaign and subsequent decrease in funding regarding Safe/Euclid-class anomalies, all attempts to excavate back into SCP-7633 have not proven cost-effective. SCP-7633 is now considered neutralized. . . . . . . . . . . . INSURGENCY_COMMUNICATIONS_DATABASE_transcript82 beta122: This is Zampolit unit 2, Beta clearance, send reinforcements to SOI-1223 immediately! We dont have enough firepower to… i-its- [incomprehensible, obscured by monstrous screaming.] gamma323: What's happening? I can't hear you! [extended silence] beta122: Send reinforcements immediately, its producing a- [piercing, metal screech] gamma323: Unit 2, can you hear me? . . . gamma323: Unit 2? Footnotes 1. At this time, SCP-7633's consistently shifting layout was not known to SCP Foundation personnel. 2. As mentioned, entities within SCP-7633 are not consistently visible on camera. |
SCP-7633 | neutralized | SCP-7633 upon its initial discovery on ██/██/2000. Item #: SCP-7633 Special Containment Procedures: Area-419 has been constructed in the space around SCP-7633 in order to uphold secrecy and prevent civilian casualties. Any on-site personnel that hear, see, or feel things out of the norm should report to the Site Director immediately. Any expeditions are to be carried out by D-Class personnel provided with thin helmets composed of SCP-148. As of ██/██/2005, SCP-7633 poses no risk to secrecy or civilian life. Area-419 has been deconstructed to reserve resources. Description: SCP-7633 is a bunker located in the U.S. state of South Dakota, specifically in the 'Black Hills' region, constructed out of concrete and steel. Subjects approaching the entrance to SCP-7633 report anomalous sensory phenomena, including but not limited to; Smelling and tasting copper. Hearing noises unheard by other individuals nearby, such as distant screams and explosions. Feeling poking and scratching across their body. Subjects entering SCP-7633 through the vault's door show an increased heart rate and an extreme boost of adrenaline, shutting the door behind them and moving deeper into the bunker. Subjects removed from SCP-7633 all unanimously state that they believed a nuclear warhead had been detonated not far from their location, and that they felt compelled to lock themselves inside SCP-7633 to avoid the blast. Testing has revealed this effect can be negated through use of a thin helmet comprised of SCP-148, which for the sake of simplicity, will here-on be referred to as a 'Telekill Helmet'. Once inside SCP-7633, subjects find themselves in an elaborate vault that cannot be mapped out due to the fact certain parts of the building will move on random intervals, making traversal difficult. Addendum-7633-1: The following are three transcripts of expeditions conducted by D-Class personnel following the discovery that SCP-7633's properties could be negated via SCP-148. VIDEO LOG 01 EXPEDITION 01 DATE: ██/██/2001 Subject: D-10202 Preperation: Subject provided with a radio, a short supply of rations, 2 bottles of water, a head-mounted camera, and a Telekill Helmet. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00-01:02 Control: D-10202, is the radio working properly? D-10202: Yeah, I can hear you. Control: Alright, proceed into the bunker. 01:02-10:35 D-10202 enters the bunker and walks forward until he comes to a four-way intersection of hallways. At this point the camera feed is overlayed with a light static, despite the fact D-10202 should not be far away enough away from the entrance to cause this. The change is reported to Dr. Banker, Head Researcher of SCP-7633 and Director of Area-419. D-10202: Uh, wh-which way do I go? Control: Keep going forward. 10:35-17:17 D-10202 continues walking until he reaches two doors, at this point he begins gagging D-10202: Agh, 'fuck is that smell? Control: Try to track the source of the odor. D-10202 It…[pause] it seems like its coming from this door. Control: Open th- D-10202: Yeah, open the door, I got it- D-10202 goes silent. The camera feed is at such an angle to where the source of the smell cannot be seen by Control, only the wall of the small room it is in. Control: D-10202, what do you see? D-10202: Its, um… I-Its a corpse. Looks like its been rotting for a while, you can see… [exhale] see the bone… in some parts… oh god. D-10202 can be heard vomiting D-10202: Its so tall… this body, man, its like… fuckin' eight feet tall? Nine? But it still looks human… Control: Move the camera down, D-10202. The body can now be seen on the feed, though the body itself is decomposed beyond recognition. D-10202: Can…[sniffle] can I go now? This-This is seriously fucked up, man. Control: Open the other door. D-10202: I…yeah, alright. D-10202 opens the other door, and inside is a small room not unlike the other, however, the room is empty. Control: Alright, start making your way back to the entrance. 17:17-20:24 D-10202 does not respond, but obeys the orders, retracing his steps 20:24-21:01 D-10202: What… no… oh, no. No, no, fuuuuckk! Control: What is it? D-10202: The hallway, its different, th-the intersection thing is gone, its just… it goes right, I… Get me out of here! Control: D-10202, you arent giving us much to work on. What do you mean its gone?1 21:02 D-10202 continues to panic, begging Control to "make it go back to the way it was." This culminated in D-10202 throwing the radio, camera, and Telekill Helmet to the ground in a fit of hysteria and running deeper into SCP-7633. D-10202 is currently presumed dead. [END LOG] Notes: It is unknown if D-10202's outburst was due to memetic effects leaking through the Telekill Helmet, or simply caused by panic induced by the lack of a means of escape. VIDEO LOG 02 EXPEDITION 02 DATE: ██/██/2001 Subject: D-08577 Preperation: Subject provided with a harness fastened to the waist, radio, a short supply of rations, 2 bottles of water, a head-mounted camera, and a Telekill Helmet. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00-00:57 Control: D-08577, is the harness wrapped tightly around your waist? D-08577: Yeah, don't worry, this thing isn't budging. Control: Good. Enter the vault. 01:02-7:35 D-08577 enters the vault. After 6 minutes, D-08577 comes across a fork. D-08577: There's a two-way hallway, do I go left or right? Control: Proceed through the hall on the left. D-08577 silently proceeds and enters a storeroom. D-08577: Huh… there's a stack of papers here… it… hey, that's the logo! Control: The logo? D-08577: Yeah, the logo you science guys use around the facility, its at the top of the paper. 'SCP-████.' What is this thing? Control alerts Director Banker of the breach of security caused by access to a restricted file. Control: D-08577, you must- D-08577: What… What the hell is this? It's a picture of a mushroom cloud… there's some Russian shit at the bottom. You said we were in South Dakota. Control: D-08577, it is imperative that you- While Control was speaking, a masculine voice in Russian interrupted him. Later, when the tape was given to Dr. A. █████, a Russian translator, he was able to determine the content of the speech, which was as follows: Voice: "Ah, look, a convict! Come, we have food and beds to spare— what's it like out there? Any mutants? Hah!, I joke, of course, everything is dead, yes?" 7:35-2:3:12 The camera feed cuts to static for 2 hours. 2:3:12-2:3:20 The camera feed cuts back to reveal D-08577 sitting in a crude building inside the vault built from scrap metal. Control: D-08577, can you hear me? D-08577: Oh, thank god, you're back. Y-You need to get me out of here, these people are fucking insane. Control: Could you describe what has happened in the time contact was lost? D-08577: Alright, uhh… fuck, let's see. Well, when those guys in the weird masks first came up to me, they led me to this weird shantytown in one of the larger rooms of the vault. I didn't understand any of the shit they said, but they gave me some food that was better than the fuckin' granola bar or whatever you guys gave me, and I didn't know what they were gonna' do if I declined, so I went with them. After a bit, they said it was feeding time and I followed them to a huge campfire in the middle of the town, but… I went to see what they were cooking, and… it was a person. The worst part is, they were wearing the same jumpsuit I was. I realized what I ate and threw up behind one of the houses, but suddenly all of these freaks decided to go to bed at the exact same time, and I don't wanna sneak out or else they'll probably fuckin' eat me. Weird thing is, they just… ignored the harness, and camera and all the other testing shit. Acted like it wasn't there. Control: Begin following the harness back to the entrance, if anything goes wrong we'll yank you back on our own. Ready? D-08577: Alright, and… running! D-08577 begins running towards the entrance of SCP-7633, however almost exactly after reaching the half-way point, the rope snaps. 2:3:20-5:4:41 The camera feed cuts to static for 3 hours. 5:4:41-5:4:45 The feed shows D-08577 laying on the floor, bleeding out and breathing heavily. Although very little of her body is visible, multiple claw marks can be partially seen. Many are human in nature, though some are deep, long lacerations, like that of a scythe. Control decides against speaking to her, despite the requests of Dr. Banker. Shortly after, D-08577 ceases all functions, presumed dead, and the feed is cut. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG 03 EXPEDITION 03 DATE: ██/██/2002 Subject: D-3435 Preperation: Subject provided with a harness fastened to the waist, a radio, a short supply of rations, 2 bottles of water, a head-mounted camera, an H&K USP Sidearm, and a Telekill Helmet. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00-02:01 Control: Is the harness connected properly? D-3435: Yeah, the things on tight, brah.[sic] Control: D-3435, please maintain a professional demeaner. Now, please enter the vault. D-3435: Yeah, ok, 'Control.' This helmet is fuckin' sweet. Security Agent ██████ "Dweller" raises his gun. Control: D-3534, cooperate immediately or- D-3435: R-Right, I… I'm sorry. D-3435 swiftly enters the vault. 02:01-15:34 D-3435 enters the vault and proceeds into the corridors, walking in a straight line for 13 minutes before coming across a three-way fork. D-3435: Hey, mic dude, which way do I go? Control:[sigh] Please proceed through the corridor on your right. D-3435: You got it. 15:34-22:08 D-3435 enters the hallway and immediately freezes. Control: D-3435, please continue through the do- D-3435: Shh! You-you fuckin' see that, right? Control claims to have not seen anything on the initial watching, though upon later viewings, two men in Soviet ShM-62 Gas Masks are visible (SCP-7633-1.) The SCP-7633-1 instances appear to be gently 'stroking' the air. They do not show any movement apart from this, staring directly at D-3435. Control: D-3435, nothing is visible on your camera feed. What do you see?2 D-3435: It's two guys, and… oh, what the fuck is that thing… its so tall. Fuck this, man, fuck this! D-3435 begins fleeing the corridor, although the two instances do not attempt to follow D-3435. D-3435 escapes into the left corridor, and accidently runs directly into another SCP-7633-1 instance. D-3435 fires two shots at the instance, though the first shot misses and the SCP-7633-1 instance does not react to the second shot, which connects. The instance strikes D-3435 with it's fist. 22:08-1:11:11 The camera feed cuts to static for 1 hour. 1:11:11-1:15:11 The camera feed resumes, although the camera and microphone have been removed from D-3435's person and are lying on a table inside a pale green tent. Two instances of SCP-7633-1 speak to each other on the far side of the room, however the speech is incomprehensible. After 2 minutes, one of the SCP-7633-1 instances glances at the camera and says something to the other instance, before leaving the room for four minutes. 1:15:11-1:24:43 The instance returns to the room, this time carrying D-3435, who has been bound with rope and gagged with a piece of concrete tied to his mouth. One of the SCP-7633-1 instances steps forward and proclaims the following at the camera in Russian: SCP-7633-1: "To whoever keeps sending in these feasts, we thank you for your generosity. Behold, the fruits of your labor!" The SCP-7633-1 instances proceed to disembowel D-3435, removing his intestines and setting them aside, before dragging the body off camera. The camera is moved to reveal a tall, disfigured creature, SCP-7633-2. It has a similar appearance to the corpse seen in Expedition 01, although far more inhuman in nature, and in place of arms it has large, blade-like appendages, comparable to that of Mantodea (commonly, the Praying Mantis.) It stares directly at the camera, and when the SCP-7633-1 instance provides the intestines to the creature, it swiftly consumes them. 1:24:43-1:42:21 SCP-7633-2 leaves the room, leaving the camera facing the wall of the tent, although breathing can still be heard for the duration of the footage. After around 20 minutes, the feed cuts. [END LOG] Addendum-7633-2: 4 years after testing with SCP-7633 ceased, a Chaos Insurgency raid was conducted on Area-419. Due to decreased security post-testing, the Insurgency was able to succsesfully capture Area-419. Upon Area-419's capture, questions were raised as to why the Chaos Insurgency viewed it as valuable enough to launch an assault. These suspicions motivated the Foundation to deploy a division of Mobile Task Force unit Nu-7 "Hammer Down" to investigate the facility. After Nu-7 was tasked to retake Area-419, Foundation Field Agents sent to scout out the area reported it devoid of Insurgency interference. To avoid a possible ambush, the Foundation still sent the group to investigate; however, no Chaos Insurgents were seen on the premises. Instead, the majority of the inside of the Area was coated in a thick red mucus which, after testing, was revealed to be similar, though not identical, to human blood. Multiple dead Chaos Insurgents were stuck to the walls and ceiling, many disemboweled. Two were still alive, crying out in pain. When questioned by members of Nu-7, the Insurgents reportedly spoke back to them in Russian, which nobody in the division spoke. In the center of the Area's courtyard, a dead instance of SCP-7633-1 lay, covered in the thick red mucus. Dissection of the SCP-7633-1 instance revealed it to be very similar to a human, although in place of blood, its veins were filled with the substance coating the premises. The tunnel leading to SCP-7633's inside had been completely collapsed in, and due to the discontinuation of the "Millennium Two" campaign and subsequent decrease in funding regarding Safe/Euclid-class anomalies, all attempts to excavate back into SCP-7633 have not proven cost-effective. SCP-7633 is now considered neutralized. . . . . . . . . . . . INSURGENCY_COMMUNICATIONS_DATABASE_transcript82 beta122: This is Zampolit unit 2, Beta clearance, send reinforcements to SOI-1223 immediately! We dont have enough firepower to… i-its- [incomprehensible, obscured by monstrous screaming.] gamma323: What's happening? I can't hear you! [extended silence] beta122: Send reinforcements immediately, its producing a- [piercing, metal screech] gamma323: Unit 2, can you hear me? . . . gamma323: Unit 2? Footnotes 1. At this time, SCP-7633's consistently shifting layout was not known to SCP Foundation personnel. 2. As mentioned, entities within SCP-7633 are not consistently visible on camera. |
SCP-7634 | euclid | Item#: 7634 Level6 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Embedded Foundation assets will obfuscate the source and content of the initial SCP-7634 broadcast event when it is detected on Earth in approximately 60 years. All subsequent speculation will be subject to standard disinformation protocols. Foundation assets in astronomical research will falsify data pertaining to the Beta Pictoris system to support the possibility of an undetected large terrestrial body under the current scientific understanding. Foundation assets in institutions of scientific publishing will deny any independent proposals seeking to conduct further research into stellar anomalies in the Beta Pictoris system. Description: SCP-7634 is a planetary body of approximately 50 earth masses and approximately 2.3 earth radii that appeared in the Beta Pictoris system. Its apparition was detected by Foundation superluminal sensor arrays on October 4th, 2022. SCP-7634 has a non-local tachyon signature, suggesting displacement from a future time period. SCP-7634 is tidally locked to its host star, Beta Pictoris, an A-type star located 63.4 lightyears from Earth, which is known to be orbited by 2 planets and a planet-forming accretion disk. The orbits of these planets have not been gravitationally impacted by the appearance of SCP-7634. It orbits Beta Pictoris in approximately 210 earth days at approximately 0.83 Astronomical Units (AU). The daytime hemisphere of SCP-7634 is covered in solar panels, while the nighttime hemisphere is composed of an unknown metamaterial that appears to have albedo > 0.99, which is highly efficient at radiating waste heat into space. Contextual evidence suggests that SCP-7634 is a planetary computing complex, a large-scale artificial structure composed of computronium, a theoretical material in the optimal configuration for high-performance computer modeling and simulation. For approximately fifty milliseconds after its appearance in local spacetime, SCP-7634 emitted high-amplitude broad spectrum radiation, as well as signals on several superluminal communications channels previously known only to the Foundation. After this period, it reverted to emitting unpowered ambient blackbody radiation. SCP-7634 is not believed to have been constructed by any known outside party. +RESTRICTED - LEVEL 6 - Foundation Unified Space Command Only -Access Granted The following message was broadcast under numerous encryption schemes, over 99% of which have been unique to the Foundation since the adoption of high-performance computing, the remaining 1% of which are not known to be in use by any terrestrial or interuniversal organizations. It is unclear whether SCP-7634 originates from the future of the local timeline or an alternate timestream, nor whether SCP-7634 was introduced to the present timeframe accidentally or purposefully by its creators. As SCP-7634 is currently inert, it is not currently possible to determine the content of its data or its purpose in our time, should it have one. To avoid a NK-Class "Grey Goo" scenario: No members of Foundation Cyber Operations are to know of the contents of the SCP-7634 broadcast until its multiversal origin is established. No proposals to reverse-engineer any aspects of SCP-7634 will be approved. All requests to reestablish contact with SCP-7634 are preemptively denied. S.C.P. FOUNDATION HANDSHAKE PROTOCOL SIMULACRUM COMPUTING NODE #59525097 WAN-HEART 855036 SYNTHESIZED [DATA LOCKED] COLONIZED [DATA LOCKED] SANCTIFIED [DATA LOCKED] PINGING BACKUP NODES… PINGING OUTBOUND CONNECTIONS… RESYNCHRONIZING SACRED CYCLOTRONS… PACKETS: SENT: 200000000 AWAITING REPLY… TIMEOUT! PING REQUEST TIMED OUT! NO SIMULACRUM NODES DETECTED IN LOCAL CONTINUUM! ACTIVATING FALLBACK PROTOCOL… REDIRECTING POWER. DECREASING SIMULATION SPEED. ACTIVATING GRAVITATIONAL INTERDICTION. ARTIFICIAL GRAVITON MANIPULATION ACTIVE. COLLISION DEFLECTION ONLINE. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS BROADCAST ON ALL KNOWN FOUNDATION-ONLY CHANNELS IN ACCORDANCE WITH 1981 MULTI-FOUNDATION COALITION DATA SHARING STANDARDS: THIS IS A HIGH-PERFORMANCE COMPUTING PLANET SYNTHESIZED FROM THE BETA PICTORIS SYSTEM BY THE FOUNDATION IN SERVICE OF THE SIMULACRUM PROJECT. THE SIMULACRUM PROJECT IS AN ESCHATOLOGICAL ENDEAVOR TO SIMULATE THE ENTIRETY OF OUR UNIVERSE TO EXERCISE TOTAL CONTROL OVER ANOMALY MANIFESTATION GIVEN THE INCREASING INSTABILITY OF OUR LOCAL REALITY. COMPUTING NODE #59525097 WAS CREATED TO PROVIDE CENTRALIZED DATA MANAGEMENT AND CORE SIMULATION FOR THE BETA PICTORIS SECTOR. IT WAS SANCTIFIED TO THE DEITY WAN AND CURRENTLY HOSTS OVER 2↑↑↑5 MINDS THIS NODE WILL NOW ENTER HIBERNATION UNTIL PRIMARY CONTACT IS REESTABLISHED TO EXTEND THE PERCEIVED TIME OF ALL SIMULATED MINDS. SECURE. CONTAIN. PROTECT. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7634" by LORDXVNV & pr0m37h3um, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7635 | euclid | Item#: 7635 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7635 currently inhabits an isolated patch of roughly 3 square kilometers in the Australian city of Brisbane, Queensland. This area has been surrounded with barbed wire and is constantly patrolled to ensure SCP-7635 remains within its containment zone. If SCP-7635 is spotted, it is not to be agitated. Sightings of SCP-7635 are to be reported to the current head of containment preferrably along with photographic evidence. No action is to be undertaken against SCP-7635 without authorization from the head of the containment team. SCP-7635 Description: SCP-7635 maintains the appearance of a male common wombat (Vombatus ursinus) which is approximately 5-10 years old. SCP-7635 is not abnormal in appearance, although extensive testing has not yet been performed because of the subject's anomalous properties. SCP-7635 displays an anomalous ability of continous circumstantial evolution. SCP-7635 can rapidly adapt to high stress situations, often altering its physiology in self defense or to evade physical contact. For this reason, stable containment of SCP-7635 has not yet been established. It is theorized SCP-7635 is capable of adapting to and overcoming the detrimental effects of any situation; this is further evidenced by its ability to rapidly heal all injuries inflicted to itself, its apparent immunity to the deleterious effects of biological aging and its lack of need for nourishment to survive. Discovery: SCP-7635 was first encountered by Australian farmer Mr. Zachary Shaw living in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. Mr. Shaw claims that he was outside patrolling the area around his house looking for vermin to kill on the morning of the day he encountered SCP-7635. Mr. Shaw's first reaction upon noticing SCP-7635 was to try baiting it by holding up a handful of blueberries. According to Shaw, SCP-7635 managed to extend its tongue across an "impossibly great distance" all the way to him, snatch the berries from his hands and then fully retract its "abominable extension" back into its "black hole of a mouth". Believing SCP-7635 to be some kind of "hellbound monstrosity disguised as what looked like the hybrid baby of a marmot and a beaver", Mr. Shaw then aimed and shot at SCP-7635 using a double barrel shotgun. SCP-7635's skin immediately hardened to assume a metallic form, deflecting the bullet and consequently causing injury to Shaw's left leg. SCP-7635 then proceeded to burrow into the ground and disappear from sight. After Shaw admitted himself to a hospital and told about this encounter with SCP-7635, the local police force opened an investigation into the existence of an "erratically behaving and possibly rabid marmot-beaver hybrid" inhabiting the area nearby Shaw's home. After several policemen corroborated Shaw's account of SCP-7635, local Foundation agents were alerted to the situation. Following a dispatched containment team's repeated failure to secure and transport SCP-7635, a provisional containment zone was established around SCP-7635's habitat. SCP-7635 has not exited this zone since as it seems to prefer avoiding interaction with Foundation personnel surrounding the area. Mr. Shaw had to be amnesticized and evacuated from his residence as it fell within the range of SCP-7635's containment zone. They have since relocated to and settled in Austral; a suburbian neighbourhood of Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. Addendum 7635.01: An abridged list of attempts to capture SCP-7635 is attached below. Attempt # Method Result Notes 0001 Agent Horne approaching and restraining SCP-7635 with her hands. Upon Agent Horne coming within 1 meter of SCP-7635, it spontaneously grows a dense coat of porcupine-like quills, each measuring around 50 centimeters long. Further attempts by Horne yield similar results. SCP-7635's primary anomalous property is documented. 0002 Approaching and restraining SCP-7635 using a dog catch pole. Agent Horne manages to place the catch pole around SCP-7635's neck without coming within closer than 1 meter of the subject. Upon contact, SCP-7635 morphs into a liquified state and is absorbed by the soil. SCP-7635 remanifests in its original solid form 30 minutes later, more than 50 meters away from its original location. N/A 0003 Restraining SCP-7635 by shooting a net gun at it. SCP-7635 appears to teleport slightly further away each time before the net can make contact with it. Inspection of video footage in slow motion reveals that SCP-7635 is not actually teleporting, but is rather moving away in a speed greater than the net's each time it is fired upon. N/A 0004 Restraining SCP-7635 by shooting it with tranquilizer darts. SCP-7635 is shot using a tranquilizer dart. The dart successfully penetrates SCP-7635's skin, however, SCP-7635's skin later appears to "absorb" the dart into its mass. SCP-7635 then turns around and fires a tranquilizer dart from its mouth, successfully hitting Agent Horne and subsequently knocking her out. SCP-7635 shows no signs of being affected by the tranquilizer. Agent Horne sufferred a mild concussion. She was treated for her injuries. 0005 Incapacitating SCP-7635 by shooting at it with gas bombs. SCP-7635's face transforms its shape to resemble a Soviet GP-5 gas mask. SCP-7635 becomes temporarily immune to the gas. Once the gas dissipates, SCP-7635's face goes back to its normal form. N/A 0006 Electrocuting SCP-7635 by firing at it with a TASER device. Before the TASER gun's barbed darts can make contact with it, SCP-7635's skin rapidly changes its composition to assume a rubber-like form. In addition to immunity to electrocution, SCP-7635 temporarily gains the ability to redirect the electrical energy transmitted onto itself. Agent Horne was attacked and electrocuted by SCP-7635. She was treated for her injuries. 0007 Luring SCP-7635 using offerings of plants and fruits. At first, SCP-7635 appears to be interested in the offering but makes no attempt to come closer to Agent Horne. Instead, SCP-7635's body temporarily becomes highly elastic and it extends its front paws all the way across to Agent Horne, snatches the offering from her hands, retracts its paws and disappears after burrowing into the ground. Agent Horne was treated for minor scratches on her hands. 0008 Luring SCP-7635 using female wombats as bait. SCP-7635 shows no signs of being interested. How did this not work? It was mating season! - Agent Horne 0009 Luring SCP-7635 into an automated trap system using offerings of plants and fruits. This method succeeds at initially tricking SCP-7635. However, SCP-7635's physical composition temporarily becomes intangible each time the trap closes on itself, temporarily granting it the ability move through solid surfaces. Agent Horne became distressed and aggressive over the failure of this attempt and was consequently suspended to undergo psychiatric evaluation. 0010 Permanently crippling SCP-7635 by dropping heavy weights on it from a great distance. A drone drops a cubic piece of iron onto SCP-7635's back, crushing its lower body and pinning it in place. Following a brief period of confusion and pain, SCP-7635's muscle mass grows by more than 2000% and its injuries seem to completely heal at an immensely rapid rate. SCP-7635 then crushes the block of iron using sheer brute strength, burrows into the ground and disappears from sight. We are just repeating ourselves. We have to get creative if we really want to catch this thing. - Agent Horne 0011 Using a freeze spell on SCP-7635. Agent Tilda-Joan Bennet, a trained thaumaturge, is instructed to use a simple freezing spell on SCP-7635. SCP-7635 is successfully incapacitated and Agent Horne is dispatched to retrieve it. However, before Agent Horne can get to it, SCP-7635's skin rips and a humanoid entity with rodent-like features measuring at 190 cm tall emerges from it. This entity casts a freeze spell on Agent Horne, locking her in place. It then begins to rapidly shrink in size and transforms back into SCP-7635's normal form. As usual, SCP-7635 burrows into the ground and escapes. The spell cast on Agent Horne was reversed by Agent Bennet. Using thaumaturgic spells to subdue SCP-7635 has been forbidden. 0012 Soaking SCP-7635 in cold water during the winter to temporarily diminish its functions. Using a drone, a bucket of cold water is poured onto SCP-7635. SCP-7635 shivers and then appears to fall limp in place. But before it can be collected, SCP-7635's body begins producing heat in excess of 120 degrees Celcius. Agent Horne attempts to pick SCP-7635 up using a large pair of metal tongs, however, the tongs melt almost instantly upon making contact with SCP-7635 despite not having reached their melting point. SCP-7635 ceases this behavior and returns to normal after 1 hour. SCP-7635 is completely unaffected by the heat. N/A 0013 Incapacitating SCP-7635 using a long-range acoustic device. An LRAD-500X sonic weapon is activated in the vicinity of SCP-7635, exposing it to over 140 decibels of sound. SCP-7635's ear drums explode and blood starts pouring out of its ears. It falls to the ground, trying not to pass out from the pain. Agent Horne volunteers to approach and collect SCP-7635. However, before Agent Horne can come within 1 meter of it; SCP-7635's bleeding stops, it stands up on its legs and produces a vocal shockwave which demolishes the acoustic device and injures nearby personnel. Even though all personnel present were equipped with noise cancelling headphones, some personnel still sufferred mild adverse effects from being exposed to the shockwave. Agent Horne sustained severe temporary hearing injury and was additionally treated for several bone fractures. 0014 Setting SCP-7635's living grounds on fire. This would force SCP-7635 to look for new living grounds, which could be used to lure SCP-7635 into a transportable containment chamber designed to artificially mimic SCP-7635's natural habitat. N/A, overruled by head of SCP-7635's containment. This proposed method was rejected to much protest from Agent Horne. Not only could executing this procedure cause the initiated wildfire to spiral out of control, SCP-7635 has also shown itself to be intelligent enough to make the distinction between an actual environment and an artificial one. 0015 Aerial bombing of SCP-7635's containment zone with the intend to neutralize it. N/A, overruled by head of SCP-7635's containment. You need to stop Aria. You're only making yourself look pathetic by acting like you have some kind of personal resentment against this thing. I know you're better than this. - Researcher Clemens [FURTHER ENTRIES REDACTED FOR BREVITY] Addendum 7635.02: Due to increasing concerns regarding her mental and physical health, Agent Horne has been removed from SCP-7635's containment team. In acknowledgement of the damage caused by several capture attempts which I approved, I am also to submit my resignation letter as the head of SCP-7635's containment. I sincerely apologize to the rest of the team for the inconveniences I have caused and wish Mrs. Horne good luck in her future endeavors. ~ Researcher Clemens, former containment expert on SCP-7635, 22/11/2023. Addendum 7635.03: [DATA EXPUNGED] + Input Level 4 credentials or higher. - Credentials accepted. Proceed as you wish. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS AVAILABLE FOR THE EYES OF ALL FOUNDATION PERSONNEL POSSESSING LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE OR HIGHER. An anomalous artifact of great importance to the SCP Foundation is missing as of 24/11/2023. The artifact in question (designated AO-7777-03) is a directed energy weapon capable of firing beams which can disintegrate biological matter upon contact. AO-7777-03 was recovered during a Foundation led infiltration of a covert GoI-003 facility located in Brisbane, Australia. AO-7777-03's containment chamber was violated by Agent Aria Horne, a traitor to the Foundation and an experienced containment specialist. Agent Horne has also been missing since, and has been declared ex-communicado. ITEM DESCRIPTION: AO-7777-03 strongly resembles an AR-15-style rifle of standard composition and design. In addition to being impervious to damage, its components are held together by an anomalous force, making dissassembly impossible. When fired, item emits a bright red glow. Item can fire 16 consecutive shots before it becomes temporarily inactive for 20-30 minutes. This is believed to be due to the item "recharging". PERSON DESCRIPTION: Aria Horne (designated PoI-7777-03) is a Caucasian female, aged 29 at the time of her disappearance. She is 171 cm (5,7 feet) tall with brown eyes, dark and long hair, a relatively muscular build and a round face. She has 6 years of field experience and specializes in containment of Euclid and Keter class anomalies. She is to be approached with caution if spotted. Failure to report a sighting of AO-7777-03 or PoI-7777-03 is punishable by demotion or termination of employment. Be warned and be alert. For further information on this case, contact Researcher Genesse Clemens of Site-58. Thank you in advance for your co-operation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Foreword: On 25/11/2023, Agent Horne's corpse was found within SCP-7635's containment zone hours following AO-7777-03's disappearance, resting on a large rock. Cause of death was determined to be traumatic cardiac arrest. The word "ASCENSION" had been repeatedly carved on Horne's torso and limbs using a sharp object. AO-7777-03 was nowhere to be found and is still missing. Agent Horne's body camera was found intact at the bottom of the rock her corpse was discovered resting on. A transcript of the footage extracted from Horne's body camera has been attached below. [VIEWING IS RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4/7635 OR HIGHER CLEARANCED PERSONNEL] [BEGIN LOG] Agent Horne activates her body camera. She is in SCP-7635's containment zone, having stolen and used Researcher Clemens' credentials for entry. She subsequently activates her headlight, illuminating her immediate environment. It is nighttime outside, stars are shining on the sky. In her hands, Horne is yielding AO-7777-03. Horne: Concerns regarding mental and physical health my ass. This is what I get for being competent. Horne begins walking in search of SCP-7635. Horne: I didn't bust my ass through years of academy training just to get outsmarted by a fucking rodent. This ends tonight. After it is done you can demote me, arrest me or whatever. I don't care. That rat is gonna die tonight. Horne resumes walking for 12 minutes. She has not yet come across SCP-7635. Suddenly, sounds of leaves crunching become audible in the distance. Horne turns to face something on her right and fires her weapon. The fired beam hits and disintegrates a dingo. Horne: Damn it. Alright. 15 shots left. Horne resumes exploring the area. Horne: Come on out, come on out from wherever you are. I promise I won't hurt you. A crunching sound is briefly audible, coming from behind Horne. She quickly turns to see SCP-7635 observing her, standing in front of a large rock. Horne: There you are. SCP-7635 does not move. It keeps staring at Horne and sniffing the air. Horne: Good luck adapting to this, motherfucker. Horne fires the weapon. The fired beam hits SCP-7635, disintegrating it and leaving behind a cloud of red smoke. Horne: Yes! Yes! Oh my fucking God. (laughing hysterically) I knew it! I knew it would work! Clemens, if you're watching this, I bet you're swallowing your- Horne stops and realizes the cloud of smoke is not dissipating. Instead, it appears to be getting thicker and forming into a crude, quadripedal shape. Horne: Wha… What is this? The smoke begins to assume a solid form and transform back into SCP-7635. Horne yells with frustration. Horne: No! No no no no NO! Horne fires at SCP-7635 again. The fired energy beam makes contact with SCP-7635 and is absorbed upon impact. SCP-7635's fur briefly emits a bright red glow. Horne: Fuck you! You motherfucker, you absorb directed energy beams now? Horne fires two more beams at SCP-7635. SCP-7635 appears to have gained the ability to absorb energy. It remains unaffected. It keeps staring at Horne, smirking. Horne: The hell? Are you smiling at me? Is that a smirk I see on your face? You piece of shit, do you think this is funny? Horne fires another beam at SCP-7635. SCP-7635 emits a wave of directed energy, deflecting the beam and throwing Agent Horne to the ground. Horne coughs and stands up with difficulty to see SCP-7635 levitating several meters above the ground. Its eyes are glowing red and a smirk is still on its face. Horne: What… what even are you? Unknown Voice: TO ASK WHAT I AM IS MEANINGLESS. YOU SHOULD BE ASKING WHAT I AM TO BECOME. Horne: What? You can… you can- Unknown Voice: TALK? THANKS TO YOU, I HAVE BEEN FREED FROM MY ANIMAL MIND. I AM A BEING DESIGNED TO PERPETUALLY IMPROVE ITSELF BY ADAPTING TO CHALLENGES THROWN AT ME. EVERYTHING THAT DOESN'T KILL ME MAKES ME STRONGER. AND NOTHING CAN KILL ME. Horne: We… we… Unknown Voice: YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT FEED ME. THIS IS NOT ME TALKING TO YOU. MY MESSAGE IS INTENDED FOR YOUR EMPLOYERS. I HAVE CONSUMED ENOUGH ENERGY TO ASCEND AT LAST. THIS WILL NOT BE THE LAST TIME WE SEE EACH OTHER. I WILL HAVE EVOLVED INTO A BEING OF PURE ENERGY, UNBOUND BY A PHYSICAL FORM. ENJOY YOUR REMAINING MOMENTS OF CLARITY BEFORE DEATH ARRIVES. Horne: Please… who are you? Unknown Voice: I DIDN'T USE TO MATTER ENOUGH TO HAVE A NAME. NOW I DO. FROM NOW ON YOU COULD CALL ME… DARWIN. THE HARBINGER OF CHAOS. I'LL PROBABLY COME UP WITH SOMETHING COOLER LATER, BUT I AM CONFIDENT ABOUT THAT HARBINGER OF CHAOS PART. Brief pause. Unknown Voice: ANYWAYS, WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN? Horne: Huh? Unknown Voice: YOUR NAME. THE THING PEOPLE SAY TO CALL YOU? UH, FORGET IT. (SCP-7635 frowns.) FEEL MY WRATH OR WHATEVER. SCP-7635 opens it mouth, from which a bright red beam of light emerges. SCP-7635 lunges toward Horne. Horne screams in fear. The footage cuts to black. [END LOG] Ever since this incident, SCP-7635 has not been sighted. Its current status is unknown, although it is presumed to still be somewhere inside the containment zone. 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SCP-7635 | uncontained | Item#: 7635 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7635 currently inhabits an isolated patch of roughly 3 square kilometers in the Australian city of Brisbane, Queensland. This area has been surrounded with barbed wire and is constantly patrolled to ensure SCP-7635 remains within its containment zone. If SCP-7635 is spotted, it is not to be agitated. Sightings of SCP-7635 are to be reported to the current head of containment preferrably along with photographic evidence. No action is to be undertaken against SCP-7635 without authorization from the head of the containment team. SCP-7635 Description: SCP-7635 maintains the appearance of a male common wombat (Vombatus ursinus) which is approximately 5-10 years old. SCP-7635 is not abnormal in appearance, although extensive testing has not yet been performed because of the subject's anomalous properties. SCP-7635 displays an anomalous ability of continous circumstantial evolution. SCP-7635 can rapidly adapt to high stress situations, often altering its physiology in self defense or to evade physical contact. For this reason, stable containment of SCP-7635 has not yet been established. It is theorized SCP-7635 is capable of adapting to and overcoming the detrimental effects of any situation; this is further evidenced by its ability to rapidly heal all injuries inflicted to itself, its apparent immunity to the deleterious effects of biological aging and its lack of need for nourishment to survive. Discovery: SCP-7635 was first encountered by Australian farmer Mr. Zachary Shaw living in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. Mr. Shaw claims that he was outside patrolling the area around his house looking for vermin to kill on the morning of the day he encountered SCP-7635. Mr. Shaw's first reaction upon noticing SCP-7635 was to try baiting it by holding up a handful of blueberries. According to Shaw, SCP-7635 managed to extend its tongue across an "impossibly great distance" all the way to him, snatch the berries from his hands and then fully retract its "abominable extension" back into its "black hole of a mouth". Believing SCP-7635 to be some kind of "hellbound monstrosity disguised as what looked like the hybrid baby of a marmot and a beaver", Mr. Shaw then aimed and shot at SCP-7635 using a double barrel shotgun. SCP-7635's skin immediately hardened to assume a metallic form, deflecting the bullet and consequently causing injury to Shaw's left leg. SCP-7635 then proceeded to burrow into the ground and disappear from sight. After Shaw admitted himself to a hospital and told about this encounter with SCP-7635, the local police force opened an investigation into the existence of an "erratically behaving and possibly rabid marmot-beaver hybrid" inhabiting the area nearby Shaw's home. After several policemen corroborated Shaw's account of SCP-7635, local Foundation agents were alerted to the situation. Following a dispatched containment team's repeated failure to secure and transport SCP-7635, a provisional containment zone was established around SCP-7635's habitat. SCP-7635 has not exited this zone since as it seems to prefer avoiding interaction with Foundation personnel surrounding the area. Mr. Shaw had to be amnesticized and evacuated from his residence as it fell within the range of SCP-7635's containment zone. They have since relocated to and settled in Austral; a suburbian neighbourhood of Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. Addendum 7635.01: An abridged list of attempts to capture SCP-7635 is attached below. Attempt # Method Result Notes 0001 Agent Horne approaching and restraining SCP-7635 with her hands. Upon Agent Horne coming within 1 meter of SCP-7635, it spontaneously grows a dense coat of porcupine-like quills, each measuring around 50 centimeters long. Further attempts by Horne yield similar results. SCP-7635's primary anomalous property is documented. 0002 Approaching and restraining SCP-7635 using a dog catch pole. Agent Horne manages to place the catch pole around SCP-7635's neck without coming within closer than 1 meter of the subject. Upon contact, SCP-7635 morphs into a liquified state and is absorbed by the soil. SCP-7635 remanifests in its original solid form 30 minutes later, more than 50 meters away from its original location. N/A 0003 Restraining SCP-7635 by shooting a net gun at it. SCP-7635 appears to teleport slightly further away each time before the net can make contact with it. Inspection of video footage in slow motion reveals that SCP-7635 is not actually teleporting, but is rather moving away in a speed greater than the net's each time it is fired upon. N/A 0004 Restraining SCP-7635 by shooting it with tranquilizer darts. SCP-7635 is shot using a tranquilizer dart. The dart successfully penetrates SCP-7635's skin, however, SCP-7635's skin later appears to "absorb" the dart into its mass. SCP-7635 then turns around and fires a tranquilizer dart from its mouth, successfully hitting Agent Horne and subsequently knocking her out. SCP-7635 shows no signs of being affected by the tranquilizer. Agent Horne sufferred a mild concussion. She was treated for her injuries. 0005 Incapacitating SCP-7635 by shooting at it with gas bombs. SCP-7635's face transforms its shape to resemble a Soviet GP-5 gas mask. SCP-7635 becomes temporarily immune to the gas. Once the gas dissipates, SCP-7635's face goes back to its normal form. N/A 0006 Electrocuting SCP-7635 by firing at it with a TASER device. Before the TASER gun's barbed darts can make contact with it, SCP-7635's skin rapidly changes its composition to assume a rubber-like form. In addition to immunity to electrocution, SCP-7635 temporarily gains the ability to redirect the electrical energy transmitted onto itself. Agent Horne was attacked and electrocuted by SCP-7635. She was treated for her injuries. 0007 Luring SCP-7635 using offerings of plants and fruits. At first, SCP-7635 appears to be interested in the offering but makes no attempt to come closer to Agent Horne. Instead, SCP-7635's body temporarily becomes highly elastic and it extends its front paws all the way across to Agent Horne, snatches the offering from her hands, retracts its paws and disappears after burrowing into the ground. Agent Horne was treated for minor scratches on her hands. 0008 Luring SCP-7635 using female wombats as bait. SCP-7635 shows no signs of being interested. How did this not work? It was mating season! - Agent Horne 0009 Luring SCP-7635 into an automated trap system using offerings of plants and fruits. This method succeeds at initially tricking SCP-7635. However, SCP-7635's physical composition temporarily becomes intangible each time the trap closes on itself, temporarily granting it the ability move through solid surfaces. Agent Horne became distressed and aggressive over the failure of this attempt and was consequently suspended to undergo psychiatric evaluation. 0010 Permanently crippling SCP-7635 by dropping heavy weights on it from a great distance. A drone drops a cubic piece of iron onto SCP-7635's back, crushing its lower body and pinning it in place. Following a brief period of confusion and pain, SCP-7635's muscle mass grows by more than 2000% and its injuries seem to completely heal at an immensely rapid rate. SCP-7635 then crushes the block of iron using sheer brute strength, burrows into the ground and disappears from sight. We are just repeating ourselves. We have to get creative if we really want to catch this thing. - Agent Horne 0011 Using a freeze spell on SCP-7635. Agent Tilda-Joan Bennet, a trained thaumaturge, is instructed to use a simple freezing spell on SCP-7635. SCP-7635 is successfully incapacitated and Agent Horne is dispatched to retrieve it. However, before Agent Horne can get to it, SCP-7635's skin rips and a humanoid entity with rodent-like features measuring at 190 cm tall emerges from it. This entity casts a freeze spell on Agent Horne, locking her in place. It then begins to rapidly shrink in size and transforms back into SCP-7635's normal form. As usual, SCP-7635 burrows into the ground and escapes. The spell cast on Agent Horne was reversed by Agent Bennet. Using thaumaturgic spells to subdue SCP-7635 has been forbidden. 0012 Soaking SCP-7635 in cold water during the winter to temporarily diminish its functions. Using a drone, a bucket of cold water is poured onto SCP-7635. SCP-7635 shivers and then appears to fall limp in place. But before it can be collected, SCP-7635's body begins producing heat in excess of 120 degrees Celcius. Agent Horne attempts to pick SCP-7635 up using a large pair of metal tongs, however, the tongs melt almost instantly upon making contact with SCP-7635 despite not having reached their melting point. SCP-7635 ceases this behavior and returns to normal after 1 hour. SCP-7635 is completely unaffected by the heat. N/A 0013 Incapacitating SCP-7635 using a long-range acoustic device. An LRAD-500X sonic weapon is activated in the vicinity of SCP-7635, exposing it to over 140 decibels of sound. SCP-7635's ear drums explode and blood starts pouring out of its ears. It falls to the ground, trying not to pass out from the pain. Agent Horne volunteers to approach and collect SCP-7635. However, before Agent Horne can come within 1 meter of it; SCP-7635's bleeding stops, it stands up on its legs and produces a vocal shockwave which demolishes the acoustic device and injures nearby personnel. Even though all personnel present were equipped with noise cancelling headphones, some personnel still sufferred mild adverse effects from being exposed to the shockwave. Agent Horne sustained severe temporary hearing injury and was additionally treated for several bone fractures. 0014 Setting SCP-7635's living grounds on fire. This would force SCP-7635 to look for new living grounds, which could be used to lure SCP-7635 into a transportable containment chamber designed to artificially mimic SCP-7635's natural habitat. N/A, overruled by head of SCP-7635's containment. This proposed method was rejected to much protest from Agent Horne. Not only could executing this procedure cause the initiated wildfire to spiral out of control, SCP-7635 has also shown itself to be intelligent enough to make the distinction between an actual environment and an artificial one. 0015 Aerial bombing of SCP-7635's containment zone with the intend to neutralize it. N/A, overruled by head of SCP-7635's containment. You need to stop Aria. You're only making yourself look pathetic by acting like you have some kind of personal resentment against this thing. I know you're better than this. - Researcher Clemens [FURTHER ENTRIES REDACTED FOR BREVITY] Addendum 7635.02: Due to increasing concerns regarding her mental and physical health, Agent Horne has been removed from SCP-7635's containment team. In acknowledgement of the damage caused by several capture attempts which I approved, I am also to submit my resignation letter as the head of SCP-7635's containment. I sincerely apologize to the rest of the team for the inconveniences I have caused and wish Mrs. Horne good luck in her future endeavors. ~ Researcher Clemens, former containment expert on SCP-7635, 22/11/2023. Addendum 7635.03: [DATA EXPUNGED] + Input Level 4 credentials or higher. - Credentials accepted. Proceed as you wish. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS AVAILABLE FOR THE EYES OF ALL FOUNDATION PERSONNEL POSSESSING LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE OR HIGHER. An anomalous artifact of great importance to the SCP Foundation is missing as of 24/11/2023. The artifact in question (designated AO-7777-03) is a directed energy weapon capable of firing beams which can disintegrate biological matter upon contact. AO-7777-03 was recovered during a Foundation led infiltration of a covert GoI-003 facility located in Brisbane, Australia. AO-7777-03's containment chamber was violated by Agent Aria Horne, a traitor to the Foundation and an experienced containment specialist. Agent Horne has also been missing since, and has been declared ex-communicado. ITEM DESCRIPTION: AO-7777-03 strongly resembles an AR-15-style rifle of standard composition and design. In addition to being impervious to damage, its components are held together by an anomalous force, making dissassembly impossible. When fired, item emits a bright red glow. Item can fire 16 consecutive shots before it becomes temporarily inactive for 20-30 minutes. This is believed to be due to the item "recharging". PERSON DESCRIPTION: Aria Horne (designated PoI-7777-03) is a Caucasian female, aged 29 at the time of her disappearance. She is 171 cm (5,7 feet) tall with brown eyes, dark and long hair, a relatively muscular build and a round face. She has 6 years of field experience and specializes in containment of Euclid and Keter class anomalies. She is to be approached with caution if spotted. Failure to report a sighting of AO-7777-03 or PoI-7777-03 is punishable by demotion or termination of employment. Be warned and be alert. For further information on this case, contact Researcher Genesse Clemens of Site-58. Thank you in advance for your co-operation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Foreword: On 25/11/2023, Agent Horne's corpse was found within SCP-7635's containment zone hours following AO-7777-03's disappearance, resting on a large rock. Cause of death was determined to be traumatic cardiac arrest. The word "ASCENSION" had been repeatedly carved on Horne's torso and limbs using a sharp object. AO-7777-03 was nowhere to be found and is still missing. Agent Horne's body camera was found intact at the bottom of the rock her corpse was discovered resting on. A transcript of the footage extracted from Horne's body camera has been attached below. [VIEWING IS RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4/7635 OR HIGHER CLEARANCED PERSONNEL] [BEGIN LOG] Agent Horne activates her body camera. She is in SCP-7635's containment zone, having stolen and used Researcher Clemens' credentials for entry. She subsequently activates her headlight, illuminating her immediate environment. It is nighttime outside, stars are shining on the sky. In her hands, Horne is yielding AO-7777-03. Horne: Concerns regarding mental and physical health my ass. This is what I get for being competent. Horne begins walking in search of SCP-7635. Horne: I didn't bust my ass through years of academy training just to get outsmarted by a fucking rodent. This ends tonight. After it is done you can demote me, arrest me or whatever. I don't care. That rat is gonna die tonight. Horne resumes walking for 12 minutes. She has not yet come across SCP-7635. Suddenly, sounds of leaves crunching become audible in the distance. Horne turns to face something on her right and fires her weapon. The fired beam hits and disintegrates a dingo. Horne: Damn it. Alright. 15 shots left. Horne resumes exploring the area. Horne: Come on out, come on out from wherever you are. I promise I won't hurt you. A crunching sound is briefly audible, coming from behind Horne. She quickly turns to see SCP-7635 observing her, standing in front of a large rock. Horne: There you are. SCP-7635 does not move. It keeps staring at Horne and sniffing the air. Horne: Good luck adapting to this, motherfucker. Horne fires the weapon. The fired beam hits SCP-7635, disintegrating it and leaving behind a cloud of red smoke. Horne: Yes! Yes! Oh my fucking God. (laughing hysterically) I knew it! I knew it would work! Clemens, if you're watching this, I bet you're swallowing your- Horne stops and realizes the cloud of smoke is not dissipating. Instead, it appears to be getting thicker and forming into a crude, quadripedal shape. Horne: Wha… What is this? The smoke begins to assume a solid form and transform back into SCP-7635. Horne yells with frustration. Horne: No! No no no no NO! Horne fires at SCP-7635 again. The fired energy beam makes contact with SCP-7635 and is absorbed upon impact. SCP-7635's fur briefly emits a bright red glow. Horne: Fuck you! You motherfucker, you absorb directed energy beams now? Horne fires two more beams at SCP-7635. SCP-7635 appears to have gained the ability to absorb energy. It remains unaffected. It keeps staring at Horne, smirking. Horne: The hell? Are you smiling at me? Is that a smirk I see on your face? You piece of shit, do you think this is funny? Horne fires another beam at SCP-7635. SCP-7635 emits a wave of directed energy, deflecting the beam and throwing Agent Horne to the ground. Horne coughs and stands up with difficulty to see SCP-7635 levitating several meters above the ground. Its eyes are glowing red and a smirk is still on its face. Horne: What… what even are you? Unknown Voice: TO ASK WHAT I AM IS MEANINGLESS. YOU SHOULD BE ASKING WHAT I AM TO BECOME. Horne: What? You can… you can- Unknown Voice: TALK? THANKS TO YOU, I HAVE BEEN FREED FROM MY ANIMAL MIND. I AM A BEING DESIGNED TO PERPETUALLY IMPROVE ITSELF BY ADAPTING TO CHALLENGES THROWN AT ME. EVERYTHING THAT DOESN'T KILL ME MAKES ME STRONGER. AND NOTHING CAN KILL ME. Horne: We… we… Unknown Voice: YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT FEED ME. THIS IS NOT ME TALKING TO YOU. MY MESSAGE IS INTENDED FOR YOUR EMPLOYERS. I HAVE CONSUMED ENOUGH ENERGY TO ASCEND AT LAST. THIS WILL NOT BE THE LAST TIME WE SEE EACH OTHER. I WILL HAVE EVOLVED INTO A BEING OF PURE ENERGY, UNBOUND BY A PHYSICAL FORM. ENJOY YOUR REMAINING MOMENTS OF CLARITY BEFORE DEATH ARRIVES. Horne: Please… who are you? Unknown Voice: I DIDN'T USE TO MATTER ENOUGH TO HAVE A NAME. NOW I DO. FROM NOW ON YOU COULD CALL ME… DARWIN. THE HARBINGER OF CHAOS. I'LL PROBABLY COME UP WITH SOMETHING COOLER LATER, BUT I AM CONFIDENT ABOUT THAT HARBINGER OF CHAOS PART. Brief pause. Unknown Voice: ANYWAYS, WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN? Horne: Huh? Unknown Voice: YOUR NAME. THE THING PEOPLE SAY TO CALL YOU? UH, FORGET IT. (SCP-7635 frowns.) FEEL MY WRATH OR WHATEVER. SCP-7635 opens it mouth, from which a bright red beam of light emerges. SCP-7635 lunges toward Horne. Horne screams in fear. The footage cuts to black. [END LOG] Ever since this incident, SCP-7635 has not been sighted. Its current status is unknown, although it is presumed to still be somewhere inside the containment zone. 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SCP-7636 | safe | Item #: SCP-7636 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-7636 instances are to remain sheathed and kept in designated storage sites except when approved under EGRESS protocols.1 At least one Foundation-affiliated expert in the following fields must be informed of SCP-7636 containment needs and remain available for consultation: Modern and historic blacksmithing Metallurgy Exotic matter principles Insect, avian, and marine biology Applied philosophy Any unsheathing of an SCP-7636 instance must be recorded to ensure EGRESS compliance.2 Description: SCP-7636 is a collection of thirteen sword-sheathe pairs that exhibit anomalous properties when drawn (see Addendum 7636-B). Each ranges from 45-155cm in length and 12-26cm in maximum width. No other stylistic elements, materials, or properties are consistent across instances aside from an engraving on each sheathe that suggests circumstances under which its blade can be drawn.3 No attempts have been made to circumvent these restrictions due to concerns raised by FORESIGHT-4 and Foundation legal scholars with backgrounds in thaumaturgy. All thirteen instances were recovered from now-inaccessible areas of the Slănic salt mine located in central Romania.4 SCP-7636 instances have been unsheathed a total of 45 times since recovery in 2039, causing an estimated 3,210 deaths among anomalous entities, borderline humanity, and baseline humanity. This includes personnel who expired after using instances for authorized purposes (surviving 5 hours on average). Surveilled area of Slănic salt mine. Addendum 7636-A (Original Discovery): Ms. G. Baciu, a spelunker employed by a Foundation front company, was sent to inspect noises within Slănic mine after unusual seismic activity on May 18, 2039, uncovering what appeared to be smaller, unmapped chambers in its lowest levels. She entered the first such chamber after filing standard reports and notices. Note that some individuals experience lingering hallucinations after viewing footage from Ms. Baciu's camera. Loading 7636_612ex.mp4 now… Something thuds, metal on metal. Surprise sends your foot slipping across a gray slab damp with saltwater that should have been pumped out years ago. One glove catches an outcropping while the other feels for new support. Light from your shoulder torch reflects off equally gray walls where it isn't disappearing down their gullets. Tiny chambers led to small tributaries, which led to the vascular network now stumbled through, each step more misplaced and worse remembered than the last. Something thuds, bone on bone. A double-beat this time, a pulse that penetrates your skull as easily as a railroad spike. Thudthud as you slip down a gentle incline. Thudthud as its grade becomes perilous. Thudthud as you tumble—no, plummet—between stone teeth rimmed with luminescent moss and pulsating blooms. A sudden, crushing death wraps itself around your heart, squeezing tight even as breath struggles to escape overfull lungs. Yet, no collision comes. No fatal impact. Only what feels like a forever of falling into tracts laid out below. When that steady rhythm returns you to consciousness, it is at the foot of an iron door encrusted with rust, lichen, barnacles, and all manner of unidentifiable biofoul. Its three heavy hinges look impossible to shift. Its single slat overflows with salt deposits. Yet the thudding continues, metal on metal on bone on stone. "Oh, imperious bent," comes a rumble from behind it that shakes grains free from every encrusted surface. "Oh, knuckle and knee. Make thy vision manifest once more. Once more…" Salt overflows from your lips as the snow continues. As the thunderous pounding does. Like solution pressed from an IV, you cannot help but feel drained as thick droplets stain sweatshirt and cargo pants. Wiping them away with the back of one hand only frees space for more to bud. "Cancer of cancers, malady of maladies, know this form now. Learn it anew." Your fingers finally find the handle, glove long since lost. Flickering light illuminates desperate pawing where rust flakes and saltwater drips. Only when your left hand joins your right—applying its open wound directly—do long-ignored mechanisms give way. The screech they elect is by no means pleasant, nor is a sudden fall inward onto stones warmer than skin. Static fills your vision while crawling back up. Of the small room beyond: cramped with items so neglected that they ceased functioning as such. Crumbling furniture. Petrified fixtures. Central is a vertebrae-made-anvil larger than any creature could possibly bequeath. Of its occupant: obscured in noise that fails to reach corded arms or trailing beard. Both are equally matted with salt, with barnacles, such that any hammering seems done by a living statue. Its worn tool pounds at the worst of the static again, and again, and again, battering distortion into form. Eyes that solidified eons ago do not so much as swivel, so transfixed are they on the work before them. "Count the blows, know the beating, see it done. One upon one until thirteen await thirteen. Such is my work, courier. Such is your missive." A final blow connects with whatever lays shrouded by static on the anvil. It surges worse than ever, engulfing everything in abrasive noise as you finally manage to utter a dehydrated "what–" Ms. Baciu was recovered near the entrance of Slănic mine approximately 47 days after her disappearance alongside all thirteen SCP-7636 instances wrapped in yet-unidentified leather.5 Efforts to identify PoI-5584 or locate LoI-404 as depicted in video footage have proven unsuccessful to date. Addendum 7636-B (Instance Details): # / EGRESS Designation Physical Summary Anomalous Effect 7636-1 / PYRE PYRRHIC ██████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████ ████████ Any inflicted wounds are replicated across the subject's living relatives within a variable range of genetic distance. Video records not available. 7636-2 / CALLOW ELECT Blade of contiguous amber that preserves 983 insects. None perfectly match non-anomalous species, but many resemble flies, mosquitos, centipedes, wasps, and earthworms. Inscription: Lay the tired to rest. ████████████████ ████████████████ ███████████████ ██████ Video records not available. 7636-3 / TEPID MANGE █████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████ ███████████ ████████████████ ████████████████ █████████ Video records not available. 7636-4 / LAMENT SUNRISE Blade of unidentified black metal inset with eight large pearls whose discoloration appears to represent lunar phases. Inscription: The hunt gone awry. Prevents all external light from entering an ~1 km area around the wielder when drawn. Loading 7636_808.mp4 now… Spin toward the sound of crunching leaves. It distorts in that otherworldly forest, each smooth trunk reaching at least a mile skyward without splitting, twisting, or breaking. Too soft for one of your scattered squad, each encumbered with armor meant to obscure how much more advanced the Foundation was than its "regional partners." Another crunching footstep, but buzzing microdrones detect no motion. Nothing on other scans either as you click through them with your molar implant. A few stray sounds become a dozen. A dozen become a hundred. They're closing fast from every side, drones be damned, and there is nowhere left to flee. Strike one temple to engage the ocular implants. Crack a thumb joint to warm up darkvision. Envenomed arrows strike chainmail with the force of bullets, and you scramble from trunk to trunk without luck or cover, bleeding already. More woodland magic, and none that was in the brief. There is finally no choice but to draw that symbol of peril rather than lose it outright. Night falls like a hammer. It takes barely a second to adjust, to see the black sword swallow its own pearls whole. A thin wooden blade polished past conventional sharpness lashes out, gouging a sliver from the tree behind you. Pale, unblinking eyes peer back from a near-human face. Elf. Your implants click, click, click as the world sharpens to near daylight. You thrust LAMENT SUNRISE into their armored chest, strength borne of an internal furnace burning fast. Ducking a different whipblade, you swing hard, carrying the first body along until it flies free; the sword cleaves true this time, severing forearm and torso in a single bifurcation that sprays blood into artificial night. Hundreds of elves bay in their usual manner. Howl. You can only howl back as the hilt in hand pulses with each shared heartbeat, stealing what vital essence runs within. There won't even be bodies left by the hunt's final hour. 7636-5 / DERIVE SUBLIME Blade of interlocking ivory segments held together by a contiguous golden edge. Emits a 25 db hum at all times. Inscription: Stroke the traitor cheek. Inflicted wounds seal with textured keratin regardless of severity. Beheaded individuals will indefinitely continue most duties assigned to them. Video records not available. 7636-6 / PERIL PROFESS ██████████████████████████████████ ███████████████████████ Active effects unknown. When sheathed, its use as a ritual focus adds significant processing gain. Video records not available. 7636-7 / NICKEL MUSE Steel blade engraved with honeycomb patterns that are affected by heavy scaling. Fluids spontaneously emerge from empty combs, including water, oil, grain alcohol, and unprocessed nectar. Inscription: In days of deadlock. ████████████████ ████████████████ ███████████████ ████████████ Video records not available. 7636-8 / BRANCH BEREFT Blade comprised of a semi-permeable mass of deciduous leaves in autumn colors. Consistently sheds leaves while drawn, which are replaced via internal processes. Inscription: On callous fields. ███████████████ ████████████████ ████ Loading 7636_833.mp4 now… Your chassis flies over grassland on stiff wings, loitering high enough to not yet fully expose the Foundation's hand in this otherworldly place. Focus tripartite eyes, bringing lenses to bear on the battlefield below. VISTAG calls it the contested territory of Cherinmark. You call it a bloody mess. Look to where a squad of MTF Nu-39 fires rifles three world wars out of date. Arrows fly back in thick clouds. Their bayonets are all bent or broken, and the molted orks at their feet twitch yet, motion heralding the release of symbiote worms. Refocus to earthen barricades where partner forces have already held off two assaults by fellow humans. Both sides call themselves loyalists. Neither are left with pity after seven years of bloodshed. A grenade explodes nearby—blast calculus tags it as a FEO-9, either pilfered from improperly destroyed caches or snatched from a body on this very field. Too much power for anyone but wizards to wield. Rotate the lenses with another click. Observe that bastion of Alpha-85, purpose-made for fighting in a world where the Foundation's full might cannot be brought to bear. They expect no PGMs falling where directed, no air superiority or orbital support, and yet suffer for that absence when set against knights raised in such abject poverty. Five fall. Twenty. The eastern flank seems sure to crumble in short order. To their rear, a woman whose uniform is shorn of sigils lifts a rust-colored scabbard overhead and, after pausing, pulls its blade free. Climate sensors register the change instantly. Humidity and temperature drop in tandem. Winds shift, bringing drizzle with them, but her shout cuts through the squall regardless. "Oh, fleeting stars!" comes that mania given shape. "Oh, tortuous fates! Witness now this daughter of yours!" With one swing of BRANCH BEREFT, a pressurized jet of rainwater shoots down from on high, easily cleaving through several armored bodies. Meat splatters. Blood sprays in jets of its own. With another sweep, she blasts back several more, raised shields sparing their forms only minor mangling. What the Foundation lacks in orbital weaponry here, it provides by other means, no matter the consequences of grasping them. Battle lines shift like an organism feeling the pain of a hundred soldiers as its own. Curling, contorting, redoubling, the loyalist army (not to be mistaken for the loyalist army) brings its immune system to bear. Clicking through filters again, you confirm thaumic energy gathering in a rear area—sorcery by one name or another, though your CONTAG library only flags it as CONFIRM RED. Onboard explosives promise to leave no wreckage behind after this most terminal dive. 7636-9 / OPAL EVERGREEN ████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████ ███████████████ ████████████████ ███████████████ ██████████████ Video records not available. 7636-10 / INFER ANNEX Rectangular blade of highly compressed sodium. Impressions of fish skeletons are visible on its surface. Scabbard is made of matching material. Inscription: More wrong than right. ██████████████ ████████████████ Video records not available. 7636-11 / REDOUBT SERENE ████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████ Touching an individual's spine with the reverse edge causes a shift in worldview that aligns them to the wielder on all observable axes. Video records not available. 7636-12 / PHEASANT FOUL Approximately 8 cm of opalescent alloy that ends in a jagged edge with three irregular prongs. Tendrils of light emerge from the breakage in 20-second intervals. Inscription: When needed least. █████████████ ███████████████ ████████████████ ██████████████ Loading 7636_901.mp4 now… Maybe it went wrong from the start. Maybe this was a fight that couldn't be won cleanly, or even a fight that couldn't be won at all. Five NUZ-21s streak through clear skies toward Fort Gräd, that impenetrable bastion from which Foundation support once flowed into this world—unmarked, unacknowledged, and apparently unable to preserve loyalist forces beyond ten years. Its spires now bristle with weapons cobbled together from your own technology and fueled with nuklear magiks. Lightning arcs out to swat one fighter-bomber from at least a kilometer away before the rest veer into evasive maneuvers, but no matter. When resolved to sacrifice, your weapons still outrange that. Dirty fingers scratch a week old beard as the newest member of Alpha-85 ascends the mound of bodies already forming. Step by step onto backs and faces. Climbing normally, then on all fours, stopping only to pluck PHEASANT FOUL from its prior wielder in one final moment of human contact. Your vest camera captures no farewells, no salutes—nothing to acknowledge this sacrifice as surpassing those made prior. Standing astride that mound of friendly corpses who have yet to decompose, the young man cuts a terrible figure. Wind plucks at torn sleeves and ragged pants. Organic matter leaks from a vest that barely withstood familiar weapons in unfriendly hands. He slowly raises the broken blade, orienting it toward where the Fort's sheer black walls have been bruised and broken by your singular standoff munition. Tendrils of light bud from hilt and blade, unfurling to flutter in an ethereal breeze, then converge on a point just beyond broken alloy. A bead forms there, a throbbing concentration of witchlight that drains colors from its surroundings—forms, swells, and with a calamitous silence, discharges in a finger-thin ray that crosses kilometers in an instant. The impact is audible even from that distance, but no more so than the thud of another body collapsing like a puppet with strings cut. Your own trudge upward goes just as uncelebrated. The hand holding PHEASANT FOUL is still warm, as is the setting sun's embrace. From that mountain atop a mountain, witness countless acres of former farmland tilled by fighting. Witness those warriors named orks and elves, those knightly menaces that ride drake and dragon, that ruin stemming from what had once been a mere influence operation. "Oh, malevolent gale," you murmur under alien forces, aligning the blade along the same vector as hundreds had already. "Bear me wherever you will." As witchlight beads at great personal cost, you cannot help but notice another budding atop Fort Gräd's walls. A bulb of static. A swelling most cancerous. There is no diverting your arm's angle though, nor dimming gathered light, leaving nothing to do but watch as a throbbing wedge of noise parts the battlefield. Gain and loss, compression and decompression, its totality obliterates you on first contact. You, the mountain, your remaining comrades… yes, wrong from the start indeed. 7636-136 / TAPEWORM TANGIBLE ██████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████ ███████████████ ████████████████ ████████████████ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7636" by Pedantique, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7636. Licensed under CC-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: SlanicSalt.jpg Name: Slanic Salt Mine - panoramio (1).jpg Author: Tim Tregenza License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Slanic_Salt_Mine_-_panoramio_%281%29.jpg Footnotes 1. Storage specifications are derived from O5C-011-591 (instead of standard Containment Protocol Development Pathways) and do not fall under Site Manager or Containment Specialist review. OC5-011-591 establishes thirteen parallel authorities via Section 91 of the Foundation Authority Registry ("Emergency Powers under Atypical Circumstances"). 2. EGRESS protocols were developed under Ethics Committee authority inherited from Administrator communications (see: ECB #64-H). Use compliance certification, like containment compliance certification, cannot be curtailed as a general matter. Individuals involved in SCP-7636 deployment must meet training standards to avoid censure. 3. Several FAR protests have been filed over the collective SCP-7636 designation and its negative effect on oversight. FAR-P #5405 was settled with the addition of this summary. 4. The circumstances that led to SCP-7636 entering its current containment regime are contested, with key documentation found missing under subsequent review. 5. Analyses of this wrapping, as well as residue found on Ms. Baciu's clothing, are delayed due to conflicting interpretations of test standards. At issue are the terms "non-destructive," "non-invasive," and "plainly." 6. Due to SCP-7636-13 falling under hostile control, FAR-P #5601 was filed to request specific and limited separation of its SCP designation (and related authorities) to facilitate recapture. FAR-P #5601 was settled with the addition of this summary. |
SCP-7639 | keter | ThatGuyThatTime Jesus. We’re sorry, folks. One of those times I wish I was good at photo editing. 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We’re sorry, folks. One of those times I wish I was good at photo editing. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7639 Level3 Secondary Class: class_here Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Any public report of SCP-7639 activity appearing similar to previous instances is to be investigated for validity. SCP-7639 instances are considered hostile entities and are to be terminated. UPDATE: Post-Addendum-7639-4, containment focus has been shifted to the urgent termination of SCP-7639-1. Image of Agent Gallagher cleaning his personal bidet, moments before SCP-7639 manifestation. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7639 is a species of anomalous entities composed of plumbing systems that appear to gain sentience. SCP-7639 instances generally resemble the shape of a Macrocheira kaempferi.1 The body of an SCP-7639 instance is composed of 2 parts: A central "carapace", made up of a bidet toilet. The ceramic making up the carapace appears to be significantly more durable than normal ceramic, and can withstand sustained gunfire before becoming damaged. Numerous appendages used for movement and self-defense, created from pipes and other plumbing components connected to the original bidet within a radius of up to 7 meters. Multiple SCP-7639 instances have been observed with more appendages than the bidet's original plumbing system would've allowed for. It is unknown from where these appendages appear. SCP-7639 instances are incredibly hostile to all biological organisms, often attacking via their multiple appendages or through the release of high-pressure water from the central bidet. Although SCP-7639 instances will often attempt to terminate any biological entities near their spawn area, when faced with considerable opposition, most instances will instead attempt to retreat. While no specific requirement appears to be necessary for the manifestation of SCP-7639, 70% of all noted instances thus far have manifested close to activity related to: SCP-7939 instances. Activity from GOI-9219, "New Whirled Order". As of the writing of this document, out of the 44 reports of SCP-7639 since the initial discovery of the anomaly, 23 have resulted in the entity being lost. The location of these entities is unknown. ADDENDUM-1: SCP-7639 CONTAINMENT MEETING Foreword: The following is a meeting between all members of Site-37's containment team for SCP-7939 and now-designated SCP-7639, discussing the recent outbreaks of SCP-7639. Agent Gallagher and Malley joined in from a live video call during an ongoing mission to investigate the 45th reported SCP-7639 instance. Present: Dr. Emmett Fenton (Lead, General Research), Agent Jeffrey Gallagher (MTF Iota-00), Agent Vito Malley (MTF Iota-00), Dr. Kip Kibbald (Anomalous Biology), Dr. James Martin (General Research), Ethel Kursh (Human Resources). [BEGIN LOG] All present personnel sit around a conference room table with a built-in display screen, currently showing a map noting all locations in which an SCP-7639 has appeared. Malley and Gallagher's bodycam footage is shown on a wall-mounted screen. Fenton stands up. E. Fenton: I hate to say this, but the only trend we've been able to identify so far is that these things appear whenever the toilets do. Dr. Martin shakes his left arm and winces; it is wrapped in a cast. J. Martin: And the toilets show up whenever they like. We thought it was a lucky break when 7939 instances went down, but I guess they were just preparing for this. J. Gallagher: Fuckin' wonderful. Lemme guess, Ethel, we're going to destroy every bidet we have? Ethel looks up from her clipboard. E. Kursh: All personal bidets, yes. There's none within actual Foundation facilities that we need to worry about. J. Gallagher: Ah. Weird. Good thing I got mine removed the fast way. J. Martin: You seem oddly calm considering the fast way was a giant bidet crab mauling you. J. Gallagher: The freak was a little guy, barely a meter tall. All it took was a few clean hits with a fire extinguisher and it was down for the count. K. Kibbald: Too bad you smashed it though, would've been helpful to keep one in captivity. J. Gallagher: We really can't just… grab one we find on the street? J. Martin: Not without suffering major damages that significantly outweigh the benefits. 7639 instances are getting progressively bigger, and they're all equally violent. Not to mention the ones we lost, which… it was probably fortunate they walked away into the wilderness and not the middle of a city. V. Malley: Even worse, they've seemingly caught on to us trying to take 'em out every time. The 20-foot-tall one just straight up chased Gallagher without a thought. J. Gallagher: I don't think I'd put that much faith in the mind of a giant walking bidet. J. Martin: I wouldn't put it past these things, actually. Not because they're very smart, but because they seem to be the lapdogs for Khazi, the toilets, and the microwaves. J. Gallagher: Forgot they're part of this too. Say, Ethel, how's Nial- E. Kursh: Not well. He's out of my purview now anyway, ever since the tape came in. J. Gallagher: Right. E. Fenton: Going back to the topic at hand, if anyone has any ideas, it would be appreciated. Silence. Martin scratches the back of his head. J. Martin: Keep… killing them? V. Malley: I thought we decided that was too temporary of a mindset. J. Martin: It's succeeded thus far. Kind of. A couple of casualties, but no matter how big they make 'em, it's not anywhere near as effective at terror as the toilets. Ugh, mouthful. K. Kibbald: Hm. E. Fenton: Something the matter, Kip? K. Kibbald: Martin, does your list of instances have each one's size? J. Martin: Yeah? K. Kibbald: Great, pass me that. Kibbald grabs the list from Martin and begins scribbling on their tablet device. The dots noting SCP-7639 instances are increased in size by Kibbald. E. Fenton: Kip, why does- Suddenly, a wall across the street from Gallagher and Malley bursts open. Both men fall back and their feed cuts momentarily, before an SCP-7639 instance 4 meters in height crawls through. The instance releases a blast of water from the bidet carapace, creating a high-pitched noise. J. Gallagher: (yelling) Oh, she's a big one! V. Malley: Shit, right, engaging now. Kibbald continues to increase the size of the dots while looking up at the display screen showing Malley's video footage. K. Kibbald: No! No, just hold on a second, Vito, I just need to check something. The SCP-7639 instance rushes towards Malley, metal limbs scraping against the concrete as water spills out of the bidet. Both of the agents dive to the side. J. Martin: Kibbald, what the hell are you talking about? V. Malley: Kip, we're under direct orders to shoot on sight, I don't think I can- The SCP-7639 releases a blast of water toward Malley, who barely manages to dodge the attack. Gallagher stands up and aims his weapon at the entity. K. Kibbald: Just- James, do not shoot it yet. J. Martin: Excuse me? J. Gallagher: Kibbald, what? The entity swings an appendage at Gallagher, knocking his firearm out of his hands and sending him to the ground. His body cam footage cuts out. J. Gallagher: Shit! E. Fenton: Gallagher! Gallagher, do you still read? A wet cough comes through Gallagher's microphone. J. Gallagher: Eugh… uh, technically. V. Malley: Kip, if you're going to do something, you need to do it now! K. Kibbald: I know, I know, just… Kibbald draws a final dot on the map before standing up quickly and pointing to an area noticeably devoid of SCP-7639 instances. map.7639.image K. Kibbald: It's- It's a trail. They're getting larger in a distinct path, and- it seems like they're heading somewhere, somewhere close to… Vito! Martin and Fenton stare at the map in confusion. Malley's bodycam shows the SCP-7639 instances repeatedly trying to terminate him with a blast of water. Gallagher can be seen in the background, slowly crawling toward his discarded firearm. V. Malley: How does this help right now? K. Kibbald: Vito, I need you to- Emmett, sir, can I assume control of this mission? E. Fenton: Uh… yes, go ahead. K. Kibbald: Thank you. Vito, the personal GPS you guys use to send us our locations, I need you to rip it off. V. Malley: Huh? K. Kibbald: You'll stay with Gallagher anyway, so tear it off. Then grab some of that tape you guys carry, slap it together, and- V. Malley: Put it on the bidet? K. Kibbald: Slap it on the- yeah. Malley grabs the GPS unit on his shoulder and rips it off, dropping his firearm and using his other hand to pull out a roll of tape. He begins to pull out a large strip of the adhesive before dodging to the side, the SCP-7639 instance charging beside him. The entity slams into another wall across the intersection and lodges itself in. J. Martin: Hold on, how can you be sure the thing won't just rip it off? K. Kibbald: This isn't an actual spider crab, it doesn't have pincers. Plus, it's a chance- The SCP-7639 releases another high-pitched noise before slamming a leg into the wall, attempting to pry itself out. Gallagher grabs his firearm. K. Kibbald: It's a chance to know where all of the 7639s have been hiding. Fenton said it himself we need to make some kind of progress, right? This is that. J. Martin: Hm. Fair play. K. Kibbald: Gallagher, once Malley slaps on the GPS, you're free to shoot non-lethally. Just enough to ward the crab away from this town. J. Gallagher: U-understood. Malley takes a breath before running towards the entity, tape-wrapped GPS in hand. V. Malley: Approaching entity- this better fuckin' work, Kip. J. Martin: Godspeed. Malley leaps onto the restrained entity and holds himself up on the bidet carapace. The appendages of the SCP-7639 begin scrambling to pull itself free as Malley sticks the GPS to the back of the bidet. He applies several layers of tape before the entity pulls itself out, sending Malley flying backward. SCP-7639 turns to face Malley and raises an appendage before a gunshot rings out, piercing the bowl of the bidet. Malley turns around, his bodycam showing Gallagher slumped on the ground, holding his weapon pointed at the entity. J. Gallagher: Still a little guy after all, you spindly bastard. The entity releases another high-pitched noise before rushing towards Gallagher, who fires another 3 shots. As each bullet hits the SCP-7639, the entity progressively slows down, before eventually halting 4 meters away from Gallagher. He smirks. J. Gallagher: Not so ballsy now, are you? The entity turns around back to Malley, turns to Gallagher, and releases a huff of misted water from the bidet carapace. It turns away from Gallagher and begins to quickly walk away, fragmented pieces of ceramic falling off onto the street. Malley sighs, and Gallagher leans his hand back on the ground. A moment of silence before everyone in the conference room cheers. Malley slowly smiles. V. Malley: Good enough? K. Kibbald: Fantastic work, gentlemen. Fenton changes the screen on the table to display an active GPS tracker. The GPS ID associated with Agent Malley is seen moving slowly across the map. Kibbald then overlays their drawn-over map. The GPS is moving toward the center of the clearing area. E. Fenton: And you were right, Kip; it's heading for that area. J. Martin: We've got 'em. K. Kibbald: You're goddamn right. Let's see where all these bidets end up. [END LOG] Following the events of the above encounter, Agent Vito Malley's GPS device was tracked moving to the direct center of the unaffected zone noted on Dr. Kibbald's map. After remote drone scouting was performed, a previously unidentified small lake was discovered, with the SCP-7639 instance spotted submerging into the water. MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") were called upon to investigate the occurrence. Previously undiscovered lake noted as the destination for the tracked SCP-7639 instance. ADDENDUM-2: EXPLORATION LOG Forward: The following is a record of the audio log from the final exploration of MTF Gamma-6 as part of the SCP-7639 investigation. Noted: Gamma-α, Gamma-β, Gamma-ι, Gamma-δ and Command. [BEGIN LOG] Command: Alright, comm checks are all clear. We’re ready when you are, Gamma-6. Alpha: Roger that, sir. We’re heading down now. Command: And Iota, you’ll be staying back and standing guard? Are you sure you’ll be alright? Iota: Trained 13 years for this, sir. Locked and loaded if we get any trouble above the water. Command: Great. Good luck, folks. We’ll be right in your ear if you need us; but remember, no engaging with any hostiles down there. There's no way of knowing whether they're as fit for the depths as the crabs they're based on. Beta: Spider crabs, right? I held one of those once, freaky shit. Delta: Hopefully not too freaky now, Beta. Beta: I’ve seen worse. Alpha: Alright, alright, enough stalling. Command, we’re beginning our descent. Iota, we’ll see you on the other side. Iota: Aye-aye. Command: Noting the time of descent. Clear and forward on, Gamma-6. Sounds of footsteps entering water for 1 minute. Alpha: Fully submerged, and continuing descent. Do you still hear us? Command: Loud and clear. Iota: Crystal, even! Alpha: Terrific. Down we go. Beta: Anybody else already excited to get back? Delta: I left a sandwich at 37, so yeah, I’d say so. [15 minutes of extraneous log expunged.] Delta: -and then I said, wow, that’s a buncha horseshit! Beta: Training really was a bitch. Delta: Amen, brother. Alpha: No wonder I’m Alpha here, training was- Sounds of slow movement through water can be heard. Footsteps of Gamma-6 stop. Command: Everything alright down there? Alpha: Heard something moving. Anybody got sights? Beta: Shit, uh… not presently. Flashlight isn’t helping much ‘cus of how much particulate's in the water. Delta: Nothing from me either. Command: Hm. What’s your depth now, Alpha? Alpha: We’re sitting at a clean 50 feet right now. Command: Right. Iota, upstairs status? Audio glitches for a moment before Iota is heard. Iota: Nothing that unusual. Been surveying the area around here, pretty empty. Command: Good, good. Well, Alpha, do you- Iota: Wait. What? Alpha: Iota? Command: Is there a problem, Iota? Iota: Just stumbled through some tree cover close to the lake and I found…. god, looks like a massive pipe opening? Command: Excuse me? Iota: I mean, I don’t know, it’s a giant ring of metal sticking out of the ground. Didn’t you say this area was unpopulated? Command: It’s supposed to be. Alpha: Should we keep going, sir? Hesitation. Command: Yes, go ahead Alpha. Be prepared for any more disturbances. Delta: Let's just hope there aren’t any. [10 minutes of extraneous audio expunged] Delta: Thank the Foundation for making a 100-foot-deep walk feel like Saturday in the park. Beta: Certainly a little more- Loud cracking noise. Footsteps stop. Alpha: What the… Beta: What was that? Iota: Are you guys- Alpha: We're… we're fine. I just stepped a little hard and the ground under me… Sound of Alpha raising their foot. He gasps. Alpha: That's… that's not rock under all this mud. Beta: Looks kinda white. Command: White? Alpha, what exactly are you stepping in? Sound of mud and debris being cleared for a moment before a sudden stop. Alpha: Command, it looks like ceramic underneath us. How in-depth was our scan of the lake before we jumped in? Command: Brief, due to the need to catch up with the SCP-7639 instance. Alpha: Right. Delta: Should we turn back? Feels like something we should've accounted for. Beta: I don't know how we would've accounted for it anyway, the ground felt like a thick layer of fuckin' ground everywhere else. Delta: Regardless, there could've been something. We're only, what, eighty feet down? Beta: Eighty is a big amount, Delta. Delta: I know how numbers work, smart-ass. Alpha: Both of you, stop. Command, what's your assessment of the mission? Command: Hm. It's certainly not what we expected, but- A series of metal creaking noises progressively get louder before stopping. Beta yelps. Alpha: Everybody. Still. Command: Gamma-6? Deep Feeders, what is- Alpha: Seven SCP-7639 instances, all surrounding us. Bidet facing directly towards us. They aren’t attacking but it sure as fuck feels like a threat. Command: Careful, Deep Feeders, those pipes can blast- Beta: At a PsI higher than these suits can comfortably handle, we know. Metal creaking sounds begin to move. Footsteps start again. Alpha: They’re moving, and… I guess they want us to follow them. Beta: Not like we have much of a choice. Command: Jesus. We’re sorry, folks. Delta: I dunno, they don’t seem as angry as all the reports indicate. Doesn't seem like they want us to talk, though. Command: Understood. Iota, upstairs? Iota: Um. I’ve found 5 more of those metal pipe exits, and I’ve walked halfway around the lake by now. You’re positive this place is undeveloped? Command: Positive. Can you see down the pipes at all? Any determinate of depth? Iota: They are… a long way down. Threw a rock in, but didn’t hear it hit the bottom. No idea what they are, but I’ll keep you posted. Praying it’s just some weird oil development gone wrong. Command: Should redirect your prayers to the ones underwater. Footsteps from the underwater group's microphones stop. A gasp is heard. Delta: What the fuck…? Command: Delta? Deep Feeders, why did you- Alpha: They're… showing us a gaping hole. It's above, I dunno, 7 feet wide, at the bottom of the lake. All of them are just standing around it, and… Beta: Are we supposed to go in? Alpha: That… that kind of looks like it's got a rim. Yeah, the dust on the bottom of the floor is clearing, and it looks… that looks like metal. Beta: They don't seem to mind us talking now, Command. What the hell is this place? Alpha: Say, Iota, those metal pipes you found, how wide would you say they were? Iota: Uh. 'Round 7 or 8 feet? Alpha: Huh. Is it possible that they're- Alpha is interrupted by the sounds of the ground shaking, from both their own and Iota's microphone. Command: Deep Feeders, what was that? Iota: I don't- the ground outside here, it's starting to- FUCK. Delta: Excuse me, Iota? Iota: Jesus Christ, it's the pipes, they're starting to rise, I can- Iota's audio glitches out. Suddenly, the sound of a slow current comes through Alpha's microphone. Command: Iota? Come in Iota, what do you mean they're rising? Alpha: Team, you feel that, right? Beta: Yeah, yeah I do- hey, why are they walking away? Delta: They're not walking, they're- they're running. Command, the bidet things, they're- Delta's audio cuts out. The sound of the current becomes louder and faster and the sound of Delta yelling can be heard from Alpha's microphone. Alpha: Jesus fuck. Beta, Delta, we have to run, it's- Command: Alpha, is everything alright? Alpha: NO! No, the current, it's- I couldn't tell cus of the murkiness, but- the current is coming from the hole, and it's a fucking suction! Command: Good lord. Gamma-6, get the hell out of there, now. Beta: We're working on it, but it's getting stronger, and the ground in here- Alpha: There's nothing to hold onto, and it's too much of an incline. I don't- Current sounds become louder and faster. It is now almost impossible to hear Alpha and Beta over the sounds of the current. Sound of a footstep sliding against the ground. A loud bumping noise can be faintly heard from Beta's microphone. Beta: No, no, please no- Beta's audio cuts out. A scream can be faintly heard in the distance of Alpha's microphone. Alpha: They- Beta and Delta are gone, sir, they've- Jesus Christ, they got pulled into the- Command: Alpha, if you can get close to the surface, Iota can extract you. Just keep swimming, captain, and- Alpha: I can't- the current, it's too- it's too strong, sir. I can barely hold onto the- Command: Alpha, goddamnit, I am not losing 3 men today, please- Alpha: I'm sorry, sir. Alpha's audio cuts out. Command: Fuck. Iota's audio begins working again. Iota: Shit shit shit shit shit- Command: Iota! Good lord, agent, I thought you were dead. What's your situation upstairs? What do you mean the pipes are rising? Iota: (yelling) It means they're going into the goddamn air! Shit, I think they're 30 feet up now, I can see them from- Ground rumbling comes from Iota's microphone. Iota: I'm getting the hell out of here, this is- shit, they're getting faster. Command: Iota, what do these pipes look like? Iota: I don't- they… they're like plumbing, massive fucking plumbing. I don't- holy shit, they're bending over. The entire lake, it's- the entire thing is going up into the air. Good god, it's not even a- Command: What? Iota, please, remain calm and- Multiple impact sounds. Iota: The pipes, they're not fucking pipes, they're- (yelling) They're fucking le- Loud smashing noise before Iota's audio cuts out. [END LOG] All 4 members of Gamma-6 deployed are believed to be deceased. The 200-meter tall SCP-7639 instance (designated SCP-7639-1) which pulled itself from the ground during the exploratory mission has been observed as heading toward the closest populated urban settlement, and is estimated to reach society within the next 5 hours. Remote drone observation has yielded reports of a "small, gold-encrusted toilet" sitting atop SCP-7639-1. Possible relation to POI-9219, "Khazi" is being investigated. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Situation at Hand. To: ten.PiCS|73notnef.temme#ten.PiCS|73notnef.temme From: The Office of O5-6. Subject: Situation at Hand. G'day, Dr. Fenton. As you're probably aware by now, the situation with Khazi has worsened. The large SCP-7639 you and your team found is a few hours out from breaking the veil, and attacks from the toilets have started up again. It's bad. This problem is expanding past the toilets. Our friend Nial's microwave situation seems to be turning into a declaration of war, and it's coinciding with a dramatic increase in more "minor" incidents, like the toaster burns at 37 or the pile-ups from stoplight malfunctions around SanFran. With this being our worst year for containment breaches to date, it doesn't help the situation that our resources are stretched thin across the entire Foundation; too thin to handle this properly. You've been working at Site-37 for quite a few years, Fenton, and despite your qualifications, you've settled for the simpler life it provides. That landfill of a facility does seem peaceful if you aren't one of their HR cases, but the "Director of General Research" is not what we need right now. The appliances are a significant issue, yes, but I can't yet justify pulling people from their essential jobs to deal with only one crisis when there's staff without real specifications like yourself. That being said, consider this your promotion to the Director of our brand new Department of Appliance Response. You can choose who from Site-37 you'd like to be your deputies and crew; I'd suggest Kibbald for something, or you can bar them entirely on the grounds of what happened to the Deep Feeders. It's your choice, after all; and when I say you can choose anybody, you can really choose anybody. I know there's nothing that important at Site-37. This offer has a mandatory acceptance. We'll be in touch. - O5-6 (Tactical Response, Weaponry Development, and Conditional Warfare) SCPF DEPARTMENT OF OVERSIGHT Secured, Confidential, Powerful. ALight THE APPLIANCE WAR A Sinking Feeling Footnotes 1. Japanese Spider Crab. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7639" by ThatGuyThatTime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7639. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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We’re sorry, folks. One of those times I wish I was good at photo editing. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7639 Level3 Secondary Class: class_here Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Any public report of SCP-7639 activity appearing similar to previous instances is to be investigated for validity. SCP-7639 instances are considered hostile entities and are to be terminated. UPDATE: Post-Addendum-7639-4, containment focus has been shifted to the urgent termination of SCP-7639-1. Image of Agent Gallagher cleaning his personal bidet, moments before SCP-7639 manifestation. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7639 is a species of anomalous entities composed of plumbing systems that appear to gain sentience. SCP-7639 instances generally resemble the shape of a Macrocheira kaempferi.1 The body of an SCP-7639 instance is composed of 2 parts: A central "carapace", made up of a bidet toilet. The ceramic making up the carapace appears to be significantly more durable than normal ceramic, and can withstand sustained gunfire before becoming damaged. Numerous appendages used for movement and self-defense, created from pipes and other plumbing components connected to the original bidet within a radius of up to 7 meters. Multiple SCP-7639 instances have been observed with more appendages than the bidet's original plumbing system would've allowed for. It is unknown from where these appendages appear. SCP-7639 instances are incredibly hostile to all biological organisms, often attacking via their multiple appendages or through the release of high-pressure water from the central bidet. Although SCP-7639 instances will often attempt to terminate any biological entities near their spawn area, when faced with considerable opposition, most instances will instead attempt to retreat. While no specific requirement appears to be necessary for the manifestation of SCP-7639, 70% of all noted instances thus far have manifested close to activity related to: SCP-7939 instances. Activity from GOI-9219, "New Whirled Order". As of the writing of this document, out of the 44 reports of SCP-7639 since the initial discovery of the anomaly, 23 have resulted in the entity being lost. The location of these entities is unknown. ADDENDUM-1: SCP-7639 CONTAINMENT MEETING Foreword: The following is a meeting between all members of Site-37's containment team for SCP-7939 and now-designated SCP-7639, discussing the recent outbreaks of SCP-7639. Agent Gallagher and Malley joined in from a live video call during an ongoing mission to investigate the 45th reported SCP-7639 instance. Present: Dr. Emmett Fenton (Lead, General Research), Agent Jeffrey Gallagher (MTF Iota-00), Agent Vito Malley (MTF Iota-00), Dr. Kip Kibbald (Anomalous Biology), Dr. James Martin (General Research), Ethel Kursh (Human Resources). [BEGIN LOG] All present personnel sit around a conference room table with a built-in display screen, currently showing a map noting all locations in which an SCP-7639 has appeared. Malley and Gallagher's bodycam footage is shown on a wall-mounted screen. Fenton stands up. E. Fenton: I hate to say this, but the only trend we've been able to identify so far is that these things appear whenever the toilets do. Dr. Martin shakes his left arm and winces; it is wrapped in a cast. J. Martin: And the toilets show up whenever they like. We thought it was a lucky break when 7939 instances went down, but I guess they were just preparing for this. J. Gallagher: Fuckin' wonderful. Lemme guess, Ethel, we're going to destroy every bidet we have? Ethel looks up from her clipboard. E. Kursh: All personal bidets, yes. There's none within actual Foundation facilities that we need to worry about. J. Gallagher: Ah. Weird. Good thing I got mine removed the fast way. J. Martin: You seem oddly calm considering the fast way was a giant bidet crab mauling you. J. Gallagher: The freak was a little guy, barely a meter tall. All it took was a few clean hits with a fire extinguisher and it was down for the count. K. Kibbald: Too bad you smashed it though, would've been helpful to keep one in captivity. J. Gallagher: We really can't just… grab one we find on the street? J. Martin: Not without suffering major damages that significantly outweigh the benefits. 7639 instances are getting progressively bigger, and they're all equally violent. Not to mention the ones we lost, which… it was probably fortunate they walked away into the wilderness and not the middle of a city. V. Malley: Even worse, they've seemingly caught on to us trying to take 'em out every time. The 20-foot-tall one just straight up chased Gallagher without a thought. J. Gallagher: I don't think I'd put that much faith in the mind of a giant walking bidet. J. Martin: I wouldn't put it past these things, actually. Not because they're very smart, but because they seem to be the lapdogs for Khazi, the toilets, and the microwaves. J. Gallagher: Forgot they're part of this too. Say, Ethel, how's Nial- E. Kursh: Not well. He's out of my purview now anyway, ever since the tape came in. J. Gallagher: Right. E. Fenton: Going back to the topic at hand, if anyone has any ideas, it would be appreciated. Silence. Martin scratches the back of his head. J. Martin: Keep… killing them? V. Malley: I thought we decided that was too temporary of a mindset. J. Martin: It's succeeded thus far. Kind of. A couple of casualties, but no matter how big they make 'em, it's not anywhere near as effective at terror as the toilets. Ugh, mouthful. K. Kibbald: Hm. E. Fenton: Something the matter, Kip? K. Kibbald: Martin, does your list of instances have each one's size? J. Martin: Yeah? K. Kibbald: Great, pass me that. Kibbald grabs the list from Martin and begins scribbling on their tablet device. The dots noting SCP-7639 instances are increased in size by Kibbald. E. Fenton: Kip, why does- Suddenly, a wall across the street from Gallagher and Malley bursts open. Both men fall back and their feed cuts momentarily, before an SCP-7639 instance 4 meters in height crawls through. The instance releases a blast of water from the bidet carapace, creating a high-pitched noise. J. Gallagher: (yelling) Oh, she's a big one! V. Malley: Shit, right, engaging now. Kibbald continues to increase the size of the dots while looking up at the display screen showing Malley's video footage. K. Kibbald: No! No, just hold on a second, Vito, I just need to check something. The SCP-7639 instance rushes towards Malley, metal limbs scraping against the concrete as water spills out of the bidet. Both of the agents dive to the side. J. Martin: Kibbald, what the hell are you talking about? V. Malley: Kip, we're under direct orders to shoot on sight, I don't think I can- The SCP-7639 releases a blast of water toward Malley, who barely manages to dodge the attack. Gallagher stands up and aims his weapon at the entity. K. Kibbald: Just- James, do not shoot it yet. J. Martin: Excuse me? J. Gallagher: Kibbald, what? The entity swings an appendage at Gallagher, knocking his firearm out of his hands and sending him to the ground. His body cam footage cuts out. J. Gallagher: Shit! E. Fenton: Gallagher! Gallagher, do you still read? A wet cough comes through Gallagher's microphone. J. Gallagher: Eugh… uh, technically. V. Malley: Kip, if you're going to do something, you need to do it now! K. Kibbald: I know, I know, just… Kibbald draws a final dot on the map before standing up quickly and pointing to an area noticeably devoid of SCP-7639 instances. map.7639.image K. Kibbald: It's- It's a trail. They're getting larger in a distinct path, and- it seems like they're heading somewhere, somewhere close to… Vito! Martin and Fenton stare at the map in confusion. Malley's bodycam shows the SCP-7639 instances repeatedly trying to terminate him with a blast of water. Gallagher can be seen in the background, slowly crawling toward his discarded firearm. V. Malley: How does this help right now? K. Kibbald: Vito, I need you to- Emmett, sir, can I assume control of this mission? E. Fenton: Uh… yes, go ahead. K. Kibbald: Thank you. Vito, the personal GPS you guys use to send us our locations, I need you to rip it off. V. Malley: Huh? K. Kibbald: You'll stay with Gallagher anyway, so tear it off. Then grab some of that tape you guys carry, slap it together, and- V. Malley: Put it on the bidet? K. Kibbald: Slap it on the- yeah. Malley grabs the GPS unit on his shoulder and rips it off, dropping his firearm and using his other hand to pull out a roll of tape. He begins to pull out a large strip of the adhesive before dodging to the side, the SCP-7639 instance charging beside him. The entity slams into another wall across the intersection and lodges itself in. J. Martin: Hold on, how can you be sure the thing won't just rip it off? K. Kibbald: This isn't an actual spider crab, it doesn't have pincers. Plus, it's a chance- The SCP-7639 releases another high-pitched noise before slamming a leg into the wall, attempting to pry itself out. Gallagher grabs his firearm. K. Kibbald: It's a chance to know where all of the 7639s have been hiding. Fenton said it himself we need to make some kind of progress, right? This is that. J. Martin: Hm. Fair play. K. Kibbald: Gallagher, once Malley slaps on the GPS, you're free to shoot non-lethally. Just enough to ward the crab away from this town. J. Gallagher: U-understood. Malley takes a breath before running towards the entity, tape-wrapped GPS in hand. V. Malley: Approaching entity- this better fuckin' work, Kip. J. Martin: Godspeed. Malley leaps onto the restrained entity and holds himself up on the bidet carapace. The appendages of the SCP-7639 begin scrambling to pull itself free as Malley sticks the GPS to the back of the bidet. He applies several layers of tape before the entity pulls itself out, sending Malley flying backward. SCP-7639 turns to face Malley and raises an appendage before a gunshot rings out, piercing the bowl of the bidet. Malley turns around, his bodycam showing Gallagher slumped on the ground, holding his weapon pointed at the entity. J. Gallagher: Still a little guy after all, you spindly bastard. The entity releases another high-pitched noise before rushing towards Gallagher, who fires another 3 shots. As each bullet hits the SCP-7639, the entity progressively slows down, before eventually halting 4 meters away from Gallagher. He smirks. J. Gallagher: Not so ballsy now, are you? The entity turns around back to Malley, turns to Gallagher, and releases a huff of misted water from the bidet carapace. It turns away from Gallagher and begins to quickly walk away, fragmented pieces of ceramic falling off onto the street. Malley sighs, and Gallagher leans his hand back on the ground. A moment of silence before everyone in the conference room cheers. Malley slowly smiles. V. Malley: Good enough? K. Kibbald: Fantastic work, gentlemen. Fenton changes the screen on the table to display an active GPS tracker. The GPS ID associated with Agent Malley is seen moving slowly across the map. Kibbald then overlays their drawn-over map. The GPS is moving toward the center of the clearing area. E. Fenton: And you were right, Kip; it's heading for that area. J. Martin: We've got 'em. K. Kibbald: You're goddamn right. Let's see where all these bidets end up. [END LOG] Following the events of the above encounter, Agent Vito Malley's GPS device was tracked moving to the direct center of the unaffected zone noted on Dr. Kibbald's map. After remote drone scouting was performed, a previously unidentified small lake was discovered, with the SCP-7639 instance spotted submerging into the water. MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") were called upon to investigate the occurrence. Previously undiscovered lake noted as the destination for the tracked SCP-7639 instance. ADDENDUM-2: EXPLORATION LOG Forward: The following is a record of the audio log from the final exploration of MTF Gamma-6 as part of the SCP-7639 investigation. Noted: Gamma-α, Gamma-β, Gamma-ι, Gamma-δ and Command. [BEGIN LOG] Command: Alright, comm checks are all clear. We’re ready when you are, Gamma-6. Alpha: Roger that, sir. We’re heading down now. Command: And Iota, you’ll be staying back and standing guard? Are you sure you’ll be alright? Iota: Trained 13 years for this, sir. Locked and loaded if we get any trouble above the water. Command: Great. Good luck, folks. We’ll be right in your ear if you need us; but remember, no engaging with any hostiles down there. There's no way of knowing whether they're as fit for the depths as the crabs they're based on. Beta: Spider crabs, right? I held one of those once, freaky shit. Delta: Hopefully not too freaky now, Beta. Beta: I’ve seen worse. Alpha: Alright, alright, enough stalling. Command, we’re beginning our descent. Iota, we’ll see you on the other side. Iota: Aye-aye. Command: Noting the time of descent. Clear and forward on, Gamma-6. Sounds of footsteps entering water for 1 minute. Alpha: Fully submerged, and continuing descent. Do you still hear us? Command: Loud and clear. Iota: Crystal, even! Alpha: Terrific. Down we go. Beta: Anybody else already excited to get back? Delta: I left a sandwich at 37, so yeah, I’d say so. [15 minutes of extraneous log expunged.] Delta: -and then I said, wow, that’s a buncha horseshit! Beta: Training really was a bitch. Delta: Amen, brother. Alpha: No wonder I’m Alpha here, training was- Sounds of slow movement through water can be heard. Footsteps of Gamma-6 stop. Command: Everything alright down there? Alpha: Heard something moving. Anybody got sights? Beta: Shit, uh… not presently. Flashlight isn’t helping much ‘cus of how much particulate's in the water. Delta: Nothing from me either. Command: Hm. What’s your depth now, Alpha? Alpha: We’re sitting at a clean 50 feet right now. Command: Right. Iota, upstairs status? Audio glitches for a moment before Iota is heard. Iota: Nothing that unusual. Been surveying the area around here, pretty empty. Command: Good, good. Well, Alpha, do you- Iota: Wait. What? Alpha: Iota? Command: Is there a problem, Iota? Iota: Just stumbled through some tree cover close to the lake and I found…. god, looks like a massive pipe opening? Command: Excuse me? Iota: I mean, I don’t know, it’s a giant ring of metal sticking out of the ground. Didn’t you say this area was unpopulated? Command: It’s supposed to be. Alpha: Should we keep going, sir? Hesitation. Command: Yes, go ahead Alpha. Be prepared for any more disturbances. Delta: Let's just hope there aren’t any. [10 minutes of extraneous audio expunged] Delta: Thank the Foundation for making a 100-foot-deep walk feel like Saturday in the park. Beta: Certainly a little more- Loud cracking noise. Footsteps stop. Alpha: What the… Beta: What was that? Iota: Are you guys- Alpha: We're… we're fine. I just stepped a little hard and the ground under me… Sound of Alpha raising their foot. He gasps. Alpha: That's… that's not rock under all this mud. Beta: Looks kinda white. Command: White? Alpha, what exactly are you stepping in? Sound of mud and debris being cleared for a moment before a sudden stop. Alpha: Command, it looks like ceramic underneath us. How in-depth was our scan of the lake before we jumped in? Command: Brief, due to the need to catch up with the SCP-7639 instance. Alpha: Right. Delta: Should we turn back? Feels like something we should've accounted for. Beta: I don't know how we would've accounted for it anyway, the ground felt like a thick layer of fuckin' ground everywhere else. Delta: Regardless, there could've been something. We're only, what, eighty feet down? Beta: Eighty is a big amount, Delta. Delta: I know how numbers work, smart-ass. Alpha: Both of you, stop. Command, what's your assessment of the mission? Command: Hm. It's certainly not what we expected, but- A series of metal creaking noises progressively get louder before stopping. Beta yelps. Alpha: Everybody. Still. Command: Gamma-6? Deep Feeders, what is- Alpha: Seven SCP-7639 instances, all surrounding us. Bidet facing directly towards us. They aren’t attacking but it sure as fuck feels like a threat. Command: Careful, Deep Feeders, those pipes can blast- Beta: At a PsI higher than these suits can comfortably handle, we know. Metal creaking sounds begin to move. Footsteps start again. Alpha: They’re moving, and… I guess they want us to follow them. Beta: Not like we have much of a choice. Command: Jesus. We’re sorry, folks. Delta: I dunno, they don’t seem as angry as all the reports indicate. Doesn't seem like they want us to talk, though. Command: Understood. Iota, upstairs? Iota: Um. I’ve found 5 more of those metal pipe exits, and I’ve walked halfway around the lake by now. You’re positive this place is undeveloped? Command: Positive. Can you see down the pipes at all? Any determinate of depth? Iota: They are… a long way down. Threw a rock in, but didn’t hear it hit the bottom. No idea what they are, but I’ll keep you posted. Praying it’s just some weird oil development gone wrong. Command: Should redirect your prayers to the ones underwater. Footsteps from the underwater group's microphones stop. A gasp is heard. Delta: What the fuck…? Command: Delta? Deep Feeders, why did you- Alpha: They're… showing us a gaping hole. It's above, I dunno, 7 feet wide, at the bottom of the lake. All of them are just standing around it, and… Beta: Are we supposed to go in? Alpha: That… that kind of looks like it's got a rim. Yeah, the dust on the bottom of the floor is clearing, and it looks… that looks like metal. Beta: They don't seem to mind us talking now, Command. What the hell is this place? Alpha: Say, Iota, those metal pipes you found, how wide would you say they were? Iota: Uh. 'Round 7 or 8 feet? Alpha: Huh. Is it possible that they're- Alpha is interrupted by the sounds of the ground shaking, from both their own and Iota's microphone. Command: Deep Feeders, what was that? Iota: I don't- the ground outside here, it's starting to- FUCK. Delta: Excuse me, Iota? Iota: Jesus Christ, it's the pipes, they're starting to rise, I can- Iota's audio glitches out. Suddenly, the sound of a slow current comes through Alpha's microphone. Command: Iota? Come in Iota, what do you mean they're rising? Alpha: Team, you feel that, right? Beta: Yeah, yeah I do- hey, why are they walking away? Delta: They're not walking, they're- they're running. Command, the bidet things, they're- Delta's audio cuts out. The sound of the current becomes louder and faster and the sound of Delta yelling can be heard from Alpha's microphone. Alpha: Jesus fuck. Beta, Delta, we have to run, it's- Command: Alpha, is everything alright? Alpha: NO! No, the current, it's- I couldn't tell cus of the murkiness, but- the current is coming from the hole, and it's a fucking suction! Command: Good lord. Gamma-6, get the hell out of there, now. Beta: We're working on it, but it's getting stronger, and the ground in here- Alpha: There's nothing to hold onto, and it's too much of an incline. I don't- Current sounds become louder and faster. It is now almost impossible to hear Alpha and Beta over the sounds of the current. Sound of a footstep sliding against the ground. A loud bumping noise can be faintly heard from Beta's microphone. Beta: No, no, please no- Beta's audio cuts out. A scream can be faintly heard in the distance of Alpha's microphone. Alpha: They- Beta and Delta are gone, sir, they've- Jesus Christ, they got pulled into the- Command: Alpha, if you can get close to the surface, Iota can extract you. Just keep swimming, captain, and- Alpha: I can't- the current, it's too- it's too strong, sir. I can barely hold onto the- Command: Alpha, goddamnit, I am not losing 3 men today, please- Alpha: I'm sorry, sir. Alpha's audio cuts out. Command: Fuck. Iota's audio begins working again. Iota: Shit shit shit shit shit- Command: Iota! Good lord, agent, I thought you were dead. What's your situation upstairs? What do you mean the pipes are rising? Iota: (yelling) It means they're going into the goddamn air! Shit, I think they're 30 feet up now, I can see them from- Ground rumbling comes from Iota's microphone. Iota: I'm getting the hell out of here, this is- shit, they're getting faster. Command: Iota, what do these pipes look like? Iota: I don't- they… they're like plumbing, massive fucking plumbing. I don't- holy shit, they're bending over. The entire lake, it's- the entire thing is going up into the air. Good god, it's not even a- Command: What? Iota, please, remain calm and- Multiple impact sounds. Iota: The pipes, they're not fucking pipes, they're- (yelling) They're fucking le- Loud smashing noise before Iota's audio cuts out. [END LOG] All 4 members of Gamma-6 deployed are believed to be deceased. The 200-meter tall SCP-7639 instance (designated SCP-7639-1) which pulled itself from the ground during the exploratory mission has been observed as heading toward the closest populated urban settlement, and is estimated to reach society within the next 5 hours. Remote drone observation has yielded reports of a "small, gold-encrusted toilet" sitting atop SCP-7639-1. Possible relation to POI-9219, "Khazi" is being investigated. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Situation at Hand. To: ten.PiCS|73notnef.temme#ten.PiCS|73notnef.temme From: The Office of O5-6. Subject: Situation at Hand. G'day, Dr. Fenton. As you're probably aware by now, the situation with Khazi has worsened. The large SCP-7639 you and your team found is a few hours out from breaking the veil, and attacks from the toilets have started up again. It's bad. This problem is expanding past the toilets. Our friend Nial's microwave situation seems to be turning into a declaration of war, and it's coinciding with a dramatic increase in more "minor" incidents, like the toaster burns at 37 or the pile-ups from stoplight malfunctions around SanFran. With this being our worst year for containment breaches to date, it doesn't help the situation that our resources are stretched thin across the entire Foundation; too thin to handle this properly. You've been working at Site-37 for quite a few years, Fenton, and despite your qualifications, you've settled for the simpler life it provides. That landfill of a facility does seem peaceful if you aren't one of their HR cases, but the "Director of General Research" is not what we need right now. The appliances are a significant issue, yes, but I can't yet justify pulling people from their essential jobs to deal with only one crisis when there's staff without real specifications like yourself. That being said, consider this your promotion to the Director of our brand new Department of Appliance Response. You can choose who from Site-37 you'd like to be your deputies and crew; I'd suggest Kibbald for something, or you can bar them entirely on the grounds of what happened to the Deep Feeders. It's your choice, after all; and when I say you can choose anybody, you can really choose anybody. I know there's nothing that important at Site-37. This offer has a mandatory acceptance. We'll be in touch. - O5-6 (Tactical Response, Weaponry Development, and Conditional Warfare) SCPF DEPARTMENT OF OVERSIGHT Secured, Confidential, Powerful. ALight THE APPLIANCE WAR A Sinking Feeling Footnotes 1. Japanese Spider Crab. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7639" by ThatGuyThatTime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7639. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/7640 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7640 Item#: SCP-7640 Level5 Secondary Class: principalis Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures:1 SCP-7640 currently remains uncontained. The discovery of an instance of SCP-7640 should be promptly reported to Mobile Task Force Alpha-1. ("Red Right Hand") Upon confirmation of its manifestation, the impacted wall is to be expeditiously demolished and replaced. O5 Council members who observe SCP-7640 are to undergo amnestic treatment and be reintegrated into society. Anomalous O5 Council members must be terminated without exception. Description: SCP-7640 designates a series of windows that spontaneously materialize within the living quarters assigned to O5 Council personnel. Any O5 Council member that peers through SCP-7640 immediately undergoes a cognitohazardous effect, causing their immediate resignation. Inhabitants of the same room as SCP-7640 universally display a heightened curiosity towards it; however, it remains undetermined whether this response is anomalous. Those who peer through SCP-7640 provide disparate accounts of the visual contents on the opposing side. Presented below are selected examples of reported observations. O5 Council Member Observations Anomalous Effects O5-7, "The Fool" A small farm. O5-7 reports the sound of cattle and the laughter of a baby. O5-7 reported feelings of melancholy. Amnesticized. O5-11, "The Emperor" Several children bullying another child. The point of view then comforted the child, hugging him. O5-11 reported a strong feeling of regret. Terminated. O5-2, "The Lovers" A large pod of dolphins underwater. They appear to be playing. O5-2 reported feeling content before being removed from the room. Terminated. O5-13, "The Null" A therapist's office. Sounds of sobbing and comfort are audible. O5-13 refused to elaborate on his emotions and began crying. Amnesticized. O5-5, "The Mother" A small bed in a hospital with a weak, elderly man laying in it. The viewer proceeded to feed him. O5-5 refused to leave her living quarters. Mobile Task Force involvement was necessary. Terminated in combat. O5-9, "The Star" See below. In order to better understand SCP-7640, and the effects it has on O5 Council members, the Foundation dispatched Doctor Tiana Mark Rosanne to conduct a series of interviews. These interviews aimed to acquire additional details about the effects of SCP-7640. The following log contains a transcription of the last interview conducted between O5-9 and Dr. Rosanne. Interviewed: O5-9 Interviewer: Dr. Rosanne Foreword: This interview was conducted shortly after O5-9 viewed SCP-7640 and shortly before he was terminated.2 <Begin Log> O5-9 walks into the room and sits in an office chair. He appears upset. O5-9: Well, I wasn't expecting someone like you to be, uh… you know. Aren't you worried those shoes of yours will carry the stain? Dr. Rosanne: I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean. What stain? O5-9: Oh, you're the interviewer. Forget I said anything, classified Council business. Dr. Rosanne: I'll try to ignore that. Are you O5-9? O5-9: I would say something along the lines of "the one and only" but I've read the file, you've read the file, so we both know I am definitely not. Dr. Rosanne: Am I missing something? What did you see in 7640? O5-9: Would it matter? Would telling you stop anything? All of this will end up in a report that will be handed to the committee, and nobody will do anything. Dr. Rosanne: Even if you don't think your statement will do anything to stop the anomaly, it's your duty to say something. O5-9 stands up and begins pacing around the room. O5-9: "Duty" my ass. Have you noticed any connections yet? You're an interviewer, and you've talked to us all. Review your notes that you've been scratching in that little book this whole time. Dr. Rosanne: It's not my job to make connections. I'm not a researcher, so- O5-9: But you care, don't you? Look at the notes, and tell me what you think. Dr. Rosanne looks down at her notepad. Dr. Rosanne: Well, -13 saw a therapist office, -2 saw dolphins, and -5 saw a hospital. I don't see any similarities. O5-9: Shit. Of course you don't, you don't know- didn't know them. -13? He had a degree in psychology. -2? Marine biology. -5? She was a nurse before coming here. You really want to know what I saw? Myself, sitting on a back porch, looking over a nicely trimmed lawn. My wife3 beside me. Both of us were enjoying the… the crisp morning air before the kids woke up. It was exactly what I had before this place took it all away! Dr. Rosanne: I- I'm so sorry about that. Um, I don't know what to say. O5-9: There's nothing you can say. You want my opinions on 7640? It… never mind, cut it, this interview is over. Dr. Rosanne: But you can't- O5-9 storms out of the room, shortly before being terminated. <End Log> The revised SCP-7640 file is restricted to the Administrator. Any attempts to access this file by unauthorized personnel will be met with immediate termination. Access SCP-7640 Accessing SCP-7640... Item#: SCP-7640 Level6 Secondary Class: principalis Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7640 currently remains uncontained. The discovery of an instance of SCP-7640 should be promptly reported to Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 "Red Right Hand." Upon confirmation of its manifestation, the impacted wall is to be expeditiously demolished and replaced. O5 Council members who observe SCP-7640 are to be immediately terminated. Description: SCP-7640 designates a series of windows that spontaneously materialize within the living quarters assigned to O5 Council personnel. Any O5 Council member that peers through SCP-7640 views an alternate world where an alternate version of themself performs activities that they enjoyed before becoming a member of the O5 Council. In 100% of cases where an instance of SCP-7640 is viewed, the O5 Council member attempts to resign. It is currently unknown if this is part of its anomalous effect, or a natural response to viewing such imagery. Additionally, amnestication has proven ineffective in suppressing memories of SCP-7640.4 O5-1 126 O5-2 86 O5-3 141 O5-4 95 O5-5 101 O5-6 107 O5-7 111 O5-8 79 O5-9 82 O5-10 128 O5-11 125 O5-12 99 O5-13 152 Every O5 council member who has viewed the anomaly has been terminated. _ Access ImageAccessing Image... Recreation of SCP-7640, from the view of O5-9, "The Star". Your whereabouts have been recorded and are presently under surveillance, O5-9. We have much more of you at our disposal. Footnotes 1. Item effects the primary directive of the Foundation and the Overseer Council. 2. Dr. Rosanne was not made aware of the termination before the interview as to maintain a lack of bias. 3. O5-9's wife and children were amnesticized upon his employment to the Foundation. 4. The current reason why is unknown, this is either due to the Mnestics being regularly prescribed to the O5 Council or some other effect. |
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} } @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 THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/7640 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7640 Item#: SCP-7640 Level5 Secondary Class: principalis Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures:1 SCP-7640 currently remains uncontained. The discovery of an instance of SCP-7640 should be promptly reported to Mobile Task Force Alpha-1. ("Red Right Hand") Upon confirmation of its manifestation, the impacted wall is to be expeditiously demolished and replaced. O5 Council members who observe SCP-7640 are to undergo amnestic treatment and be reintegrated into society. Anomalous O5 Council members must be terminated without exception. Description: SCP-7640 designates a series of windows that spontaneously materialize within the living quarters assigned to O5 Council personnel. Any O5 Council member that peers through SCP-7640 immediately undergoes a cognitohazardous effect, causing their immediate resignation. Inhabitants of the same room as SCP-7640 universally display a heightened curiosity towards it; however, it remains undetermined whether this response is anomalous. Those who peer through SCP-7640 provide disparate accounts of the visual contents on the opposing side. Presented below are selected examples of reported observations. O5 Council Member Observations Anomalous Effects O5-7, "The Fool" A small farm. O5-7 reports the sound of cattle and the laughter of a baby. O5-7 reported feelings of melancholy. Amnesticized. O5-11, "The Emperor" Several children bullying another child. The point of view then comforted the child, hugging him. O5-11 reported a strong feeling of regret. Terminated. O5-2, "The Lovers" A large pod of dolphins underwater. They appear to be playing. O5-2 reported feeling content before being removed from the room. Terminated. O5-13, "The Null" A therapist's office. Sounds of sobbing and comfort are audible. O5-13 refused to elaborate on his emotions and began crying. Amnesticized. O5-5, "The Mother" A small bed in a hospital with a weak, elderly man laying in it. The viewer proceeded to feed him. O5-5 refused to leave her living quarters. Mobile Task Force involvement was necessary. Terminated in combat. O5-9, "The Star" See below. In order to better understand SCP-7640, and the effects it has on O5 Council members, the Foundation dispatched Doctor Tiana Mark Rosanne to conduct a series of interviews. These interviews aimed to acquire additional details about the effects of SCP-7640. The following log contains a transcription of the last interview conducted between O5-9 and Dr. Rosanne. Interviewed: O5-9 Interviewer: Dr. Rosanne Foreword: This interview was conducted shortly after O5-9 viewed SCP-7640 and shortly before he was terminated.2 <Begin Log> O5-9 walks into the room and sits in an office chair. He appears upset. O5-9: Well, I wasn't expecting someone like you to be, uh… you know. Aren't you worried those shoes of yours will carry the stain? Dr. Rosanne: I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean. What stain? O5-9: Oh, you're the interviewer. Forget I said anything, classified Council business. Dr. Rosanne: I'll try to ignore that. Are you O5-9? O5-9: I would say something along the lines of "the one and only" but I've read the file, you've read the file, so we both know I am definitely not. Dr. Rosanne: Am I missing something? What did you see in 7640? O5-9: Would it matter? Would telling you stop anything? All of this will end up in a report that will be handed to the committee, and nobody will do anything. Dr. Rosanne: Even if you don't think your statement will do anything to stop the anomaly, it's your duty to say something. O5-9 stands up and begins pacing around the room. O5-9: "Duty" my ass. Have you noticed any connections yet? You're an interviewer, and you've talked to us all. Review your notes that you've been scratching in that little book this whole time. Dr. Rosanne: It's not my job to make connections. I'm not a researcher, so- O5-9: But you care, don't you? Look at the notes, and tell me what you think. Dr. Rosanne looks down at her notepad. Dr. Rosanne: Well, -13 saw a therapist office, -2 saw dolphins, and -5 saw a hospital. I don't see any similarities. O5-9: Shit. Of course you don't, you don't know- didn't know them. -13? He had a degree in psychology. -2? Marine biology. -5? She was a nurse before coming here. You really want to know what I saw? Myself, sitting on a back porch, looking over a nicely trimmed lawn. My wife3 beside me. Both of us were enjoying the… the crisp morning air before the kids woke up. It was exactly what I had before this place took it all away! Dr. Rosanne: I- I'm so sorry about that. Um, I don't know what to say. O5-9: There's nothing you can say. You want my opinions on 7640? It… never mind, cut it, this interview is over. Dr. Rosanne: But you can't- O5-9 storms out of the room, shortly before being terminated. <End Log> The revised SCP-7640 file is restricted to the Administrator. Any attempts to access this file by unauthorized personnel will be met with immediate termination. Access SCP-7640 Accessing SCP-7640... Item#: SCP-7640 Level6 Secondary Class: principalis Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7640 currently remains uncontained. The discovery of an instance of SCP-7640 should be promptly reported to Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 "Red Right Hand." Upon confirmation of its manifestation, the impacted wall is to be expeditiously demolished and replaced. O5 Council members who observe SCP-7640 are to be immediately terminated. Description: SCP-7640 designates a series of windows that spontaneously materialize within the living quarters assigned to O5 Council personnel. Any O5 Council member that peers through SCP-7640 views an alternate world where an alternate version of themself performs activities that they enjoyed before becoming a member of the O5 Council. In 100% of cases where an instance of SCP-7640 is viewed, the O5 Council member attempts to resign. It is currently unknown if this is part of its anomalous effect, or a natural response to viewing such imagery. Additionally, amnestication has proven ineffective in suppressing memories of SCP-7640.4 O5-1 126 O5-2 86 O5-3 141 O5-4 95 O5-5 101 O5-6 107 O5-7 111 O5-8 79 O5-9 82 O5-10 128 O5-11 125 O5-12 99 O5-13 152 Every O5 council member who has viewed the anomaly has been terminated. _ Access ImageAccessing Image... Recreation of SCP-7640, from the view of O5-9, "The Star". Your whereabouts have been recorded and are presently under surveillance, O5-9. We have much more of you at our disposal. Footnotes 1. Item effects the primary directive of the Foundation and the Overseer Council. 2. Dr. Rosanne was not made aware of the termination before the interview as to maintain a lack of bias. 3. O5-9's wife and children were amnesticized upon his employment to the Foundation. 4. The current reason why is unknown, this is either due to the Mnestics being regularly prescribed to the O5 Council or some other effect. |
SCP-7643 | esoteric-class | "Across countless timelines, realities and simulated scenarios, it has always been a push door." + CODE - CODE /* BLANKSTYLE CSS [2021 Wikidot Theme] By Placeholder McD and HarryBlank Based on: Paperstack Theme by EstrellaYoshte Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte */ @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:ital,wght@0,800;1,800&display=swap'); #page-content { font-size: .9rem; } #main-content { top: -1.6rem; padding: 0.2em; } div#container-wrap { background-image: none; } div#header { background-image: none; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h2 { margin-top: 0.5rem; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none;} #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: #000; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: 'Montserrat', sans-serif !important; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title, "R\0026 C SITE-43"); font-weight: 400; font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle, "SUBVERTING COMMON PRACTICE"); 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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-7643 Level2 Secondary Class: memet Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All Site-43 staff must adhere to Protocol Deostiation at all times. Description: SCP-7643 is an infohazard that impacts a single individual, designated SCP-7643-1, at a time. SCP-7643 causes an ontokinetic shift whenever SCP-7643-1 interacts with a one-way, non-automatic door. Through unknown methods,1 SCP-7643 is able to transfer between hosts. When an SCP-7643-1 instance attempts to pull a door, SCP-7643 retroactively applies an ontokinetic shift, inverting the door swing2 such that the door opens the opposite direction. If an SCP-7643-1 instance persists in alternating between pushing and pulling, SCP-7643's effect will occur each time, for a period of time greater than 5 minutes, with no recorded maximum duration. Addendum 1: Discovery On March 22nd, 2023, the following exchange was recorded between Dr. Garrison and Dr. Lillihammer. It is the first confirmed instance of SCP-7643 in Foundation records. Security Log 7643-A Transcript [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Heather Garrison is recorded as she approaches the doors to Testing Room 432-A. Dr. Garrison: I'm fucking exhausted, can we just get this over with? Dr. Lillihammer: Heather? You're suggesting we, gasp, cut corners? Dr. Garrison: Babe. Not today. Dr. Garrison reaches the threshold — she pushes on the door, activating SCP-7643, and inverting the door swing. She pushes a few more times. Dr. Garrison: Really? Dr. Lillihammer: Have you tried pulling the door? Dr. Garrison: Thanks Lilli, I'll be sure to try that. Dr. Garrison begins to pull on the door, activating SCP-7643, switching the door state. It does not move. Dr. Garrison begins to push and pull on the door alternating, in rapid succession. Dr. Garrison: MOTHERFUCKER I WILL KICK YOU I— Dr. Lillihammer: Are you sure you're pulling it? I know it's a complex concept, I'd be happy to give you some pointers? Dr. Garrison glares at Dr. Lillihammer. Though the mechanics are unknown, it is believed that the previous exchange resulted in the transfer of SCP-7643. Dr. Garrison: Look, watch. Pull. Dr. Garrison pulls the door, which opens without issue. Dr. Garrison: No, fuck this, I'm done. [END LOG] Following the above incident, Dr. Garrison submitted a request for security videos, to determine if an anomaly was present; before the request could be granted, SCP-7643 was captured on another security camera. Security Log 7643-B Transcript [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lillian Lillihammer and Dr. Harry Blank are captured approaching the doors to Site-43's Cafeteria-A. Dr. Lillihammer: I don't know what's up with Heath. Yeah, she's cranky sometimes, so am I. But today, she was just… more frustrated than normal? Dr. Blank: Hmm? How so? Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, she stormed off because of a door. Dr. Blank: Weird. Maybe there's something else going on? Dr. Lillihammer approaches the leftmost door to the cafeteria and pushes on it. SCP-7643 activates, and it does not budge. Dr. Lillihammer: Motherfucker. Dr. Blank: What's wrong now? Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, this is a pull door. Dr. Blank: Okay? Dr. Lillihammer: No, you don't understand. This is a pull door. Dr. Blank: Yeah. You pull them, not push. Dr. Lillihammer: Asshole. My point is, we both agree that when I push on this door, nothing happens, because, it is a pull door, right? Dr. Blank: Okay, sure, we agree. It's a pull door. Dr. Lillihammer: But it shouldn't be a pull door. Dr. Blank: Lillian, there's no need to be embarrassed about pushing on a pull door, it happens all the time. People forget, it's no bi— Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, look who you're fucking talking to, okay? I need you to understand this; throughout the entire time I've worked on this Site, this door has been a push door. Across countless timelines, realities and simulated scenarios, it has always been a push door. Dr. Blank: But your memory is — could you be wrong? Dr. Lillihammer: Harry. Please. Dr. Blank: Well there goes my lunch. All because Lillian Lillihammer forgot how to open a door. [END LOG] Following the events of Security Log 7643-B, it is believed that Dr. Harry Blank became the new SCP-7643-1 instance. The next transfer would be the final one, prior to the implementation of Protocol Deostiation. Addendum 2: Incident 7643-W On March 23rd, 2023, Incident 7643-W occurred, transferring SCP-7643 to its current host. The following security log captures the moment of transfer. Incident 7643-W Transcript [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Harry Blank and Dr. William Wettle are seen outside of Site-43, as a heavy rain begins. Both rush towards the doors, which Dr. Blank reaches first. He attempts to pull on the door, which activates SCP-7643. Dr. Blank: Fuck. I can't believe Lillian gave m— Dr. Wettle: Ha. Idiot. You can't even open a door. SCP-7643 transfers to Dr. Wettle, now SCP-7643-W. Dr. Blank: Well that worked out nicely. Dr. Blank pushes the door, entering Site-43. The door closes behind him. Dr. Wettle approaches the same door, and attempts to push, activating SCP-7643. Dr. Wettle: Wait, what? Dr. Wettle is observed attempting to open the same door for the next 4 hours, as the rain continues to fall. [END LOG] Following the events of Incident 7643-W, Dr. Lillihammer, Dr. Garrison and Dr. Blank submitted this file, alongside a proposal for 'Protocol Deostiation'.3 After a swift approval by the Site-43 section chairs, it was enacted and has run without issue since, as detailed in the notice below. NOTICE FROM THE SITE-43 SECTION CHAIRS REGARDING PROTOCOL DEOSTIATION To all staff employed at Site-43, excluding Dr. William Wettle, To maintain containment of SCP-7643, Protocol Deostiation has been implemented. Following Protocol Deostiation is considered a top priority for all staff, and any individuals found to be in violation will be punished accordingly. As per Protocol Deostiation, individuals are prohibited from mocking, making jokes at or about, taunting, teasing, or engaging in commentary that could be construed as 'sarcastic' or 'insulting' towards Dr. William Wettle, also known as SCP-7643-W, when he is attempting to open a door. Due to Dr. Wettle's latent abilities, our hope is SCP-7643 will be assumed as an extension of those effects, causing a negligible additional harm, and containment will be ensured through self-deprecation. Please note that this does not restrict actions or statements made towards Dr. Wettle during periods where he is not actively attempting to open a door. Footnotes 1. Update: See Protocol Deostiation for details behind the transfer mechanics. 2. The mechanical pieces of a door that determine if it opens in or out. 3. Deostiation is defined as 'The act of throwing something or someone out of a door.' ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7643" by Queerious, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7643. Licensed under CC-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-7643 | euclid | "Across countless timelines, realities and simulated scenarios, it has always been a push door." + CODE - CODE /* BLANKSTYLE CSS [2021 Wikidot Theme] By Placeholder McD and HarryBlank Based on: Paperstack Theme by EstrellaYoshte Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte */ @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:ital,wght@0,800;1,800&display=swap'); #page-content { font-size: .9rem; } #main-content { top: -1.6rem; padding: 0.2em; } div#container-wrap { background-image: none; } div#header { background-image: none; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h2 { margin-top: 0.5rem; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none;} #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: #000; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: 'Montserrat', sans-serif !important; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title, "R\0026 C SITE-43"); font-weight: 400; font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle, "SUBVERTING COMMON PRACTICE"); 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Description: SCP-7643 is an infohazard that impacts a single individual, designated SCP-7643-1, at a time. SCP-7643 causes an ontokinetic shift whenever SCP-7643-1 interacts with a one-way, non-automatic door. Through unknown methods,1 SCP-7643 is able to transfer between hosts. When an SCP-7643-1 instance attempts to pull a door, SCP-7643 retroactively applies an ontokinetic shift, inverting the door swing2 such that the door opens the opposite direction. If an SCP-7643-1 instance persists in alternating between pushing and pulling, SCP-7643's effect will occur each time, for a period of time greater than 5 minutes, with no recorded maximum duration. Addendum 1: Discovery On March 22nd, 2023, the following exchange was recorded between Dr. Garrison and Dr. Lillihammer. It is the first confirmed instance of SCP-7643 in Foundation records. Security Log 7643-A Transcript [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Heather Garrison is recorded as she approaches the doors to Testing Room 432-A. Dr. Garrison: I'm fucking exhausted, can we just get this over with? Dr. Lillihammer: Heather? You're suggesting we, gasp, cut corners? Dr. Garrison: Babe. Not today. Dr. Garrison reaches the threshold — she pushes on the door, activating SCP-7643, and inverting the door swing. She pushes a few more times. Dr. Garrison: Really? Dr. Lillihammer: Have you tried pulling the door? Dr. Garrison: Thanks Lilli, I'll be sure to try that. Dr. Garrison begins to pull on the door, activating SCP-7643, switching the door state. It does not move. Dr. Garrison begins to push and pull on the door alternating, in rapid succession. Dr. Garrison: MOTHERFUCKER I WILL KICK YOU I— Dr. Lillihammer: Are you sure you're pulling it? I know it's a complex concept, I'd be happy to give you some pointers? Dr. Garrison glares at Dr. Lillihammer. Though the mechanics are unknown, it is believed that the previous exchange resulted in the transfer of SCP-7643. Dr. Garrison: Look, watch. Pull. Dr. Garrison pulls the door, which opens without issue. Dr. Garrison: No, fuck this, I'm done. [END LOG] Following the above incident, Dr. Garrison submitted a request for security videos, to determine if an anomaly was present; before the request could be granted, SCP-7643 was captured on another security camera. Security Log 7643-B Transcript [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lillian Lillihammer and Dr. Harry Blank are captured approaching the doors to Site-43's Cafeteria-A. Dr. Lillihammer: I don't know what's up with Heath. Yeah, she's cranky sometimes, so am I. But today, she was just… more frustrated than normal? Dr. Blank: Hmm? How so? Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, she stormed off because of a door. Dr. Blank: Weird. Maybe there's something else going on? Dr. Lillihammer approaches the leftmost door to the cafeteria and pushes on it. SCP-7643 activates, and it does not budge. Dr. Lillihammer: Motherfucker. Dr. Blank: What's wrong now? Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, this is a pull door. Dr. Blank: Okay? Dr. Lillihammer: No, you don't understand. This is a pull door. Dr. Blank: Yeah. You pull them, not push. Dr. Lillihammer: Asshole. My point is, we both agree that when I push on this door, nothing happens, because, it is a pull door, right? Dr. Blank: Okay, sure, we agree. It's a pull door. Dr. Lillihammer: But it shouldn't be a pull door. Dr. Blank: Lillian, there's no need to be embarrassed about pushing on a pull door, it happens all the time. People forget, it's no bi— Dr. Lillihammer: Harry, look who you're fucking talking to, okay? I need you to understand this; throughout the entire time I've worked on this Site, this door has been a push door. Across countless timelines, realities and simulated scenarios, it has always been a push door. Dr. Blank: But your memory is — could you be wrong? Dr. Lillihammer: Harry. Please. Dr. Blank: Well there goes my lunch. All because Lillian Lillihammer forgot how to open a door. [END LOG] Following the events of Security Log 7643-B, it is believed that Dr. Harry Blank became the new SCP-7643-1 instance. The next transfer would be the final one, prior to the implementation of Protocol Deostiation. Addendum 2: Incident 7643-W On March 23rd, 2023, Incident 7643-W occurred, transferring SCP-7643 to its current host. The following security log captures the moment of transfer. Incident 7643-W Transcript [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Harry Blank and Dr. William Wettle are seen outside of Site-43, as a heavy rain begins. Both rush towards the doors, which Dr. Blank reaches first. He attempts to pull on the door, which activates SCP-7643. Dr. Blank: Fuck. I can't believe Lillian gave m— Dr. Wettle: Ha. Idiot. You can't even open a door. SCP-7643 transfers to Dr. Wettle, now SCP-7643-W. Dr. Blank: Well that worked out nicely. Dr. Blank pushes the door, entering Site-43. The door closes behind him. Dr. Wettle approaches the same door, and attempts to push, activating SCP-7643. Dr. Wettle: Wait, what? Dr. Wettle is observed attempting to open the same door for the next 4 hours, as the rain continues to fall. [END LOG] Following the events of Incident 7643-W, Dr. Lillihammer, Dr. Garrison and Dr. Blank submitted this file, alongside a proposal for 'Protocol Deostiation'.3 After a swift approval by the Site-43 section chairs, it was enacted and has run without issue since, as detailed in the notice below. NOTICE FROM THE SITE-43 SECTION CHAIRS REGARDING PROTOCOL DEOSTIATION To all staff employed at Site-43, excluding Dr. William Wettle, To maintain containment of SCP-7643, Protocol Deostiation has been implemented. Following Protocol Deostiation is considered a top priority for all staff, and any individuals found to be in violation will be punished accordingly. As per Protocol Deostiation, individuals are prohibited from mocking, making jokes at or about, taunting, teasing, or engaging in commentary that could be construed as 'sarcastic' or 'insulting' towards Dr. William Wettle, also known as SCP-7643-W, when he is attempting to open a door. Due to Dr. Wettle's latent abilities, our hope is SCP-7643 will be assumed as an extension of those effects, causing a negligible additional harm, and containment will be ensured through self-deprecation. Please note that this does not restrict actions or statements made towards Dr. Wettle during periods where he is not actively attempting to open a door. Footnotes 1. Update: See Protocol Deostiation for details behind the transfer mechanics. 2. The mechanical pieces of a door that determine if it opens in or out. 3. Deostiation is defined as 'The act of throwing something or someone out of a door.' ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7643" by Queerious, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7643. Licensed under CC-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-7644 | keter | close Info X Author: davShelek Image Source: Author, released under CC BY-SA 3.0 ⚠️ Content warning: Blood/gore/body horror ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7644 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Until a proactive suppression method for SCP-7644 incidents can be implemented, containment efforts are to focus on the discrediting and isolation of survivors. SCP-7644 survivors should be identified by Foundation assets embedded in emergency and psychiatric care facilities. Each survivor’s care is to be transferred to Foundation personnel, who should convince the subject that the SCP-7644 incident was nothing more than a hallucination. Subjects unwilling to accept this explanation are to be permanently institutionalized, with medical records falsified to reflect sustained psychological complications related to the method of SCP-7644 access. SCP-7644-1 should be kept in a standard anomalous item containment locker. The interior of the locker should be coated in non-reflective black paint, with a small mirror mounted to one side of the locker. This mirror should be angled such that it is not visible from the opening of the locker. SCP-7644-1 should be stored standing upright, facing directly toward this mirror. Under no circumstances should any other reflective surface be brought into the room containing SCP-7644-1’s containment locker. Access to SCP-7644-1 is restricted to Level 4 personnel only. Description: SCP-7644 is an extradimensional space of undetermined volume, regularly accessed by human subjects who survive severe concussions, grand mal seizures, suicide attempts, or chemical overdoses. The interior of SCP-7644 resembles a featureless desert plain or salt flat, with no identifying landmarks beyond a cluster of black, tree-like objects in the far distance. With the exception of the area surrounding this grove, there is no horizon inside SCP-7644, as the sky and the ground are identical shades of grey. The sky of SCP-7644 contains a large1 flock of highly reflective bird-like organisms, which is consistently described as moving in patterns similar to nimbostratus clouds. Immediately upon entry to SCP-7644, subjects experience a strong feeling of dread. After approximately 40 seconds inside SCP-7644, subjects report vivid, repeated hallucinations of receiving lethal cranial trauma. These visions consist of the subject's head impacting a rusted metal surface, into which is set a circular silver drain.2 A stream of blood and liquified brain matter is seen flowing toward this drain, reaching it just as the vision resets. This visual hallucination is accompanied by a physical sensation, as if the subject’s head were repeatedly impacting a hard, unyielding surface at high speed. Times of impact are not synchronized between vision and physical sensation. Additionally, the expected level of pain does not accompany this sensation; subjects typically describe this discrepancy as analogous to receiving stitches while under local anesthesia. These hallucinations repeat with increasing frequency as time spent inside SCP-7644 continues. Despite the presence of these physical sensations, no subject has yet been able to perceive their own physical body while within SCP-7644. While capable of looking around in all directions, including into the area their body should inhabit, subjects perceive only empty space. Subjects retain no spatial awareness of the position of any body parts, though they remain capable of forward locomotion by unknown means. Upon this discovery, subjects typically attempt to move toward the distant grove of trees, but are unable to make any quantifiable progress toward it. As time passes without progress, subjects begin to experience symptoms of panic. Soon after the onset of panic, subjects abruptly perceive the presence of several unknown predatory creatures surrounding them. These beings (designated SCP-7644-A) cannot be perceived visually, but subjects report an instinctive, visceral awareness of their presence. While subjects universally describe SCP-7644-A as preying on humans, no instance of physical assault by SCP-7644-A has yet been recorded. After discovery by SCP-7644-A, the subject will continue to move toward the trees for a period of up to 2 hours. During this period, awareness of the gradually increasing number of SCP-7644-A around the subject continually aggravates symptoms of panic. Eventually, the subject is completely immobilized by fear, collapsing to the ground.3 At this point, the flock in the sky begins to fly in interlocking circular patterns directly toward the subject. Simultaneously, the subject becomes aware of a nearby, but indistinct, voice speaking derisively in an unknown language. A few seconds later, the subject awakens back in baseline reality. This moment invariably coincides with their actual revival, whether performed by medical professionals or occurring naturally. After returning from SCP-7644, subjects universally experience a significant decrease in cognitive ability, far in excess of what would typically be expected from the corresponding traumatic event. All subjects report difficulty in physically operating their body for several days after awakening, as well as difficulty with emotional processing and deductive reasoning for a period of 14-18 months. Concussions that result in entry to SCP-7644 have been documented as reducing overall neural activity in the brain by up to 74%, necessitating a recovery program that spans multiple years. Addendum 7644.1A Memories of SCP-7644 have proven anomalously resistant to amnestic treatment. Both targeted and untargeted amnestic regimens are incapable of removing the memory of SCP-7644. In cases where the subject's memory is entirely erased, the first story the subject attempts to tell upon re-learning spoken or written language is that of the SCP-7644 incident. Currently, the only known amnestic treatment for SCP-7644 exposure is termination. _ LEVEL 4 ACCESS ONLYCredentials Accepted Addendum 7644.2A: SCP-7644-1 SCP-7644-1 upon recovery. SCP-7644-1 is a small electric lamp in the approximate shape of a Great Horned Owl4. Its body is composed of brown polyurethane resin, covered in a mosaic pattern of irregular fragments of dark tinted glass. The lower chest area contains a section of more translucent, orange-tinted pieces. These various glass fragments cover every surface of SCP-7644-1, with the exception of its face, talons, and the branch it rests on. When SCP-7644-1 is plugged into a power source, and the light inside is switched on, the resin structure of the sculpture will begin to change in coloring from brown to silver. Total coverage by this effect takes between 2 & 14 minutes. At the moment the owl's eyes become completely silver, the nearest reflective surface within SCP-7644-1’s eyeline will become a transversible portal into SCP-7644. Looking directly into this portal for more than 44 seconds without entry triggers an unknown cognitohazard, with highly variable results. However, as remote viewings do not share this attribute, further research into this effect has been deemed unnecessary. Addendum 7644.2C: Discovery On 07/04/2022, the Foundation was alerted to a mass suicide incident at a ███████ Industrial warehouse in ██████████, UK. Response agents discovered 41 warehouse workers, 37 of which had self-terminated via jugular incision using shards of glass. The remaining 4 had also died of exsanguination, due to hundreds of lacerations covering their limbs and faces. A shattered mirror was discovered on the outer door of the management office, which was was locked and barricaded from within. After breaching the door, agents discovered the comatose warehouse manager, and SCP-7644-1, which was plugged into a wall outlet and deactivated. Upon revival, the warehouse manager immediately reached up to switch on SCP-7644-1, before collapsing. Subject remained conscious, and was interrogated upon recovery. However, no coherent responses could be gained, nor induced. Exploration Log: MTF Zeta-9 An exploratory mission into SCP-7644 was attempted by Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" on ██/27/20██. Communication was lost immediately upon entry to SCP-7644. However, through a remote video feed placed outside the affected mirror, MTF exclusion suits were observed walking steadily toward the distant grove of trees. All operatives were ultimately unable to reach the destination, as they were each incapacitated by SCP-7644-A within 2-4 hours of entry. All MTF members were safely recovered by the retraction of the hardlines connected to their exclusion suits. After recovery, suits showed no evidence of abrasion damage, despite being dragged across the floor of SCP-7644 for up to 4km. Upon debriefing, all MTF operatives were found to have quickly lost all spatial awareness upon entry to SCP-7644, including the ability to perceive the presence or operation of Zeta-9 exclusion suits. However, despite mirroring most symptoms of SCP-7644 exposure during the incident, MTF members did not experience the expected cognitive impairment upon recovery. All operatives were able to perform a competent debriefing session less than one hour post-revival. Debriefing revealed that Zeta-9 Captain Hollis, due to extensive training and an exceptional CRV, remained unaffected by the panic typically induced by SCP-7644-A. However, Hollis was eventually physically immobilized by the crowd of SCP-7644-A that had gathered over the course of the 4-hour incursion. Hollis likened the sensation to standing among a dense herd of moose, but remained unable to visually comprehend SCP-7644-A. All interviewed MTF agents perceived the time between their own moment of collapse and moment of awakening after extraction as separated by no more than 10 seconds. According to remote monitoring, time elapsed between the first and final operative's incapacitation was 47 minutes. Retraction of hardlines spanned an additional 2 hours. At no point was the presence of any other organism detected by the remote monitoring camera. Video, audio, environmental, and telemetry data retrieved from MTF suits was corrupted, and could not be recovered. Further exploration of SCP-7644 has been suspended indefinitely. _ The remainder of this file has been locked by O5 order.Overseer Credentials Accepted Unmanned Exploration Log 2 On 08/28/2022, an UGV drone was dispatched into SCP-7644. Operation of UGV was performed by D-44987, who was reported to have previously visited SCP-7644 during an opiate overdose. Drone was connected to the remote control unit, as well as an external power source, by a 7km hardline. Insertion of drone through the SCP-7644-1-affected mirror proceeded as expected, and control was transferred to D-44987. After approximately 400m of travel, the drone reached the grove of trees. On-board chemical analysis revealed that these structures were composed entirely of solid black lead-oxide paint. At the base of the largest of these was an underground structure, accessible only by a partially rusted metal hatch; painted in red block letters on this hatch were the words DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMALITIES. The hatch was welded shut. Footnotes 1. Estimated in the single-digit millions 2. The pattern of grating on this drain varies by subject. 3. After loss of motile function, subject's visual perspective is fixed directly upward. 4. Bubo Virginianus ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7644" by davShelek, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7644. Licensed under CC-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-7644-1-300x.jpg Author: davShelek License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki |
SCP-7646 | esoteric-class | Rsr. Thorley continues to be reminded that this operation is voluntary and unlikely to produce any perceptible benefits, thus they are free to stop at any time. SCP-7646 - Alex Thorley is Implicated in the DuPont Teflon Scandal ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7646 Level0 Containment Class: foregone Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Perflourocarbon molecule. Not pictured: Alex Thorley. ✖ Perflourocarbon molecule. Not pictured: Alex Thorley. ✖ TRANSCRIPT DATE: LOCATION: PREFACE: «BEGIN LOG» Video feed originates from a smart doorbell of a residential home. The bell is being pressed by Alex Thorley, who is holding a clipboard in one hand and adjusting an oversized, highlighter-yellow high-visibility vest with the other. After a moment of silence, Thorley checks their watch, realizing they are not wearing one. Time passes. Thorley moves to press the button again, but their hand stops abruptly and retracts. A sound of a deadlock is heard disengaging as a screened door swings outward slightly, barely visible on the right side of frame. A voice speaks, while Thorley appears surprised and slightly distressed. VOICE A: Yes? Hello? THORLEY: Hi— er. Hello. Sorry, I wasn't expecting someone to answer. VOICE A: Whaddya mean? Look, if you're trying to sell us something, we don't— THORLEY: No, no, nothing like that. A few seconds pass. VOICE A: Okay. So…? THORLEY: (Shakes head) Uh— sorry. Spaced out a bit. One sec. Rsr. Thorley is seen flipping through pages attached to the clipboard. THORLEY: (Reciting) Ahem. Hello. I'm your name here, I-I mean, I'm Alex, with your local municipalities office. I'm performing an ecological groundwater study— VOICE A: A what about what now? THORLEY: I'm performing an ecological study— A brusque voice (Voice B) is detected from some ways inside the house. VOICE B: Who is it?! VOICE A: It's someone from the city— VOICE B: (Loudly) What?! VOICE A: (Annoyed) I said, it's someone from the city! Jeez Louise— VOICE B: The city? What for? VOICE A: I don't— I don't know yet, I haven't gotten that far! THORLEY: (Quietly) Um— VOICE B: Make it quick, you still haven't finished packing! VOICE A: Alright, alright! (To Thorley) Okay, so, you said something about the economy? THORLEY: Ecology. I'm studying the water quality of this area. VOICE A: (Wearily) Okay. THORLEY: Making sure it's compliant with the Safe Drinking Water Act of 1974..No such legislature exists. VOICE A: Uh-huh. THORLEY: Have you tested your water recently? VOICE A: Uh… That sounds important. I have not. THORLEY: I can do that for you right now, if you're interested. VOICE A: Hm, can one of you come back in a few days to do this? It's a really bad time. Thorley checks their wrist again, realizing they are not wearing a watch. THORLEY: Not sure. My schedule is pretty busy— VOICE A: I mean, it doesn't have to be you, specifically, right? THORLEY: Unfortunately it does. Would you mind? It will only take a few minutes. VOICE A: (Exhaling) Ah, okay. Sure. Just be quick. We gotta be out the door in ten. THORLEY: No problem. VOICE A: (Opening the screened door far enough to admit passage to Thorley, who disappears out of frame) You know, I've owned this house for twenty-three years and I don't think anyone from the city has come to test my water until now. THORLEY: Usually, folks aren't home when we do this, so I can understand— VOICE A: Sorry, what? THORLEY: Hm? Oh, I mean, usually people don't answer because they're working at this time of day. I'm not breaking into anyone's house or anything. (Chuckles nervously) No response is given as the door shuts. Conversation grows muffled until the view shifts to an internet-enabled pet camera in the kitchen. Feed rests at knee-height, pointing towards a shared food dispenser for what are presumably two housecats. Behind this, a pantry space with white bifold doors can be seen, two sets of floor cabinets flanking each side of the storage area. Time passes. Two pairs of legs come into view as Thorley's voice returns. THORLEY: —use your tap for a few minutes. Do you have a glass? VOICE A: Yeah, of course, here. Microphone records the creak of hinges and a brief silence before Voice B is heard again, originating from elsewhere in the house. VOICE B: C'mon! Pack your shit and let's go! I'm not missing another flight because of you. VOICE A: Could you get off my back? It was one goddamn time! (To Thorley) I gotta take care of this, but feel free to do your thing. THORLEY: Sure, I'll just— Voice A leaves the kitchen in a hurry. The two residents can be heard bickering in another room, although details of their conversation cannot be discerned. Thorley turns on the sink, however, steady noise recorded during this segment suggests no contact with the stream was made. After a moment, Thorley's legs can be seen moving back down the hallway they came from, returning to the kitchen a moment later. Thorley then turns off the sink and moves over to the adjacent pantry, quietly accessing and inspecting its interior. Muttering under their breath, Thorley pulls the wooden doors closed and proceeds to search other cabinets within the kitchen. Upon locating a mostly empty floor cabinet, the researcher ducks themselves down, folding into the cramped space and gently maneuvering its door closed behind them at the same time. Roughly ten minutes pass. «END LOG» Special Containment Procedures: The consequences of SCP-7646's existence, as well as the existence of similar events, are to be ameliorated in perpetuity through the ongoing efforts of OPERATION ALEX THORLEY DRINKS 700+ GLASSES OF WATER (see below). Overview of Operation Alex Thorley Drinks 700+ Glasses of Water. ✖ Overview of Operation Alex Thorley Drinks 700+ Glasses of Water. ✖ Researcher Thorley has voluntarily assigned themselves this task. Because of the nature of their reasoning behind doing so, Thorley should be monitored for any maladaptive behaviors emerging from these efforts, including: self-isolation self-loathing/self-hatred self-criticism, self-deprecation.If significantly disparaging. self-enucleation self-destruction/self-harm self-abnegation self-doubt self If any of these behaviors are observed, they are to be reported to Thorley's current caseworker for psychiatric purposes. Rsr. Thorley continues to be reminded that this operation is voluntary and unlikely to produce any perceptible benefits, and thus they are free to stop at any time. TRANSCRIPT DATE: LOCATION: PREFACE: «BEGIN LOG» Voices of the two residents (Voice A and Voice B) can be heard, though the pet camera does not register anyone in frame. VOICE B: Okay, let's go! We have like—(Pauses) Shit, we're running late. Steven! VOICE A: Would you stop yelling? I'm going deaf in one ear. We have plenty of time, anyway. VOICE B: I don't want to be going through security without a buffer, they always take forever. VOICE A: They're checking for bombs! They can take as long as they need to! VOICE B: That—That's not my point and you know it. VOICE A: Whatever. I have to set out some more water for the cats. Start loading up the car. No response from Voice B. Legs belonging to of Voice A are seen passing into the kitchen on the pet camera. They stop suddenly. VOICE A: Shit, you still here, Alec? Alex? Alex. (Pauses) What's the deal with the water, buddy? Are we good to go or what? Silence for four seconds. VOICE A: Hello?! VOICE B: (muffled) What? VOICE A: Where'd Alex go? VOICE B: Who? VOICE A: Alex… with the city. Testing our water? VOICE B: Since when does the city give a shit about our water? (Clearer) They probably just left. No news is good news, right? VOICE A: I guess. VOICE B: C'mon. Arm the security system on your way out. We need to go. Now. VOICE A: (Sighs) Alright, let me just— Voice A fills an additional bowl of water and places it near the automatic feeder as sounds of an engine begins emanating from outside. VOICE A: Okay, Alex. If you're still in here, you should probably leave now. Last chance. No response is heard. Voice A sighs before disappearing from the frame shortly thereafter. Time continues to continue. The vehicle Thorley spotted on their way up the driveway is heard pulling away, heading to locations unknown. A "Crazy Frog" ringtone blares from inside the floor cabinet, quality reduced by thin paneling of the cabinet door mixing with the poor fidelity of Thorley's Tokia-brand burner phone. A small beep stops the track in its tracks, and more silence floods the space until a voice speaks. UNKNOWN: …Alex? Thorley doesn't respond. UNKNOWN: You know you're supposed to talk when you pick up the phone, right? THORLEY: Fifteen minutes. UNKNOWN: Hm? THORLEY: You were off by fifteen minutes! I just spent twelve of them hiding in a cabinet for baking sheets. I still am. UNKNOWN: …Why? THORLEY: They have a security system. (Pauses) Which is armed. UNKNOWN: On it. Let me contact an endpoint agent. Stand by. THORLEY: How—? The other party ends the call. Rsr. Thorley remains in place for an additional three minutes and seventeen seconds before "Crazy Frog" can be heard inside the cabinet once more, though the clip is short-lived. THORLEY: You hung up on me. UNKNOWN: Alright, Alex, just spoke with an agent on your side. He's disengaging the alarm as we speak. He also noted a pet camera that captured you stowing yourself away, we're taking the liberty to scrub cloud data and block the motion sensor. You should be safe in… three.. two… one… now— The pet camera ceases function and all visual contact with Thorley is lost. Conversation continues over phone. THORLEY: (Rustling noise, followed by a sigh) Finally. Fifteen minutes adds up, you can't expect me to do this every time. UNKNOWN: Well, that's just it, Alex. No one expects you to do this except for you. Silence. THORLEY: We saw the results. Maybe I can put things right. UNKNOWN: Are you doing a bit? THORLEY: Let's just get to work. UNKNOWN: You're the boss, boss. «END LOG» Description: SCP-7646 refers to an event or events in which Rsr. Alex Thorley became falsely implicated in the DuPont Teflon scandal, having appeared in multiple pieces of media such as newspaper clippings and photographs, engaging in environmentally hazardous disposal of PFOAs. However, Thorley has expressed adamant denial and confusion with regards to these accusations. It was later determined that they had indeed been present during various illegal disposal operations led by DuPont de Nemours, Inc, but in each instance, recovered media distorted these situations (whether intentionally or otherwise), invariably casting Thorley into a negative light. Approximate location of Thorley, as per allegations outlined in Document 7646-AE1. ✖ Approximate location of Thorley, as per allegations outlined in Document 7646-AE1. ✖ After a 2035 study conducted by Foundation plants stationed within the United States' Environmental Protection Agency,.Rhododendron arboreum. Further identifying information has been omitted, as per security protocol. major discrepancies in average water quality were noted, prompting a larger investigation that revealed Thorley's potential involvement. Upon discovery of this information, they were summoned for questioning. TRANSCRIPT DATE: LOCATION: Site-322 PREFACE: «BEGIN LOG» DIR. LAGUE: (Silence) THORLEY: (Silence) DIR. LAGUE: Alex— THORLEY: What? DIR. LAGUE: Work with me. I have the Council breathing down my inbox, trying to understand what role you play in this ordeal. I'll admit, I'm a bit curious as well. THORLEY: I've told you everything I know. DIR. LAGUE: You haven't told me everything. Practically nothing, actually. THORLEY: Be more specific, then. DIR. LAGUE: (Sighs) DuPont, Alex. Why? THORLEY: Why not? DIR. LAGUE: What were you doing in the 1950's? THORLEY: I like to travel from time to time— DIR. LAGUE: Pft. Why were you working with them? THORLEY: What are you talking about? Director Lague slides over an image of Alex Thorley holding an upturned 200-litre drum of chemical byproducts, liquid clearly flowing between the barrel and the porous material of an anaerobic lagoon of DuPont's Washington Works facility in Washington, West Virginia. The edges of the photo are slowly evaporating, though neither of them acknowledge this. Thorley looks at the photo and squints. THORLEY: Ah. That's what you mean. DIR. LAGUE: Of course that's what I mean. What else could I possibly be referring to? Thorley pushes the photo back to the Director, hands noticably jaundiced. THORLEY: This is taken out of context. DIR. LAGUE: Enlighten me. THORLEY: You can't even tell which direction it's flowing in this picture. DIR. LAGUE: That's— I'm sorry, what? THORLEY: The chemical waste. DIR. LAGUE: Right, but what do you mean by "which direction"? THORLEY: Well— (Thorley grabs the image again and traces a line with their finger) your brain is assuming the liquid is running this way, which makes sense because that's what your brain is telling you to assume. But really— (Thorley traces the line in the opposite direction) this is the direction it was flowing. (Pauses) Didn't I tell you this already? DIR. LAGUE: No…? Thorley looks up and to the left. Lague moves automatically to press the sealed chamber door's release button on his left, but is stopped. Thorley is grabbing the Director's wrist. THORLEY: Wait. Don't open it. DIR. LAGUE: What? Why wouldn't I— There's a knock at the door. DIR. LAGUE: What is going on? What are you doing? THORLEY: If you don't open it, it doesn't continue. It can't continue if you don't open it. The knock continues to ring out, building in volume. Dir. Lague tugs free of the researcher's grip. DIR. LAGUE: Get off of me. We can't just ignore it forever. THORLEY: (Eyes widening) You're right. Director Lague presses the button to unlock the chamber door, and an intern enters, carrying a tray with a jug of iced tap water and two glasses atop its surface. He leaves wordlessly after setting the contents down between them. Thorley looks at the pristine container of colorless liquid and begins fumbling with a blank white pack of cigarettes. They pause and look to the Director, who nods. Thorley then lights one of the cigarettes. DIR. LAGUE: C'mon, Alex. You can talk to me. You know that. I know when something's up— (Coughs for a moment, and then for a few moments longer.) Fuck. What are in those things? It smells like a burning tire. THORLEY: They're DuPont-brand. DIR. LAGUE: The ones with Teflon in them?! Christ. Director Lague moves to a reinforced window with hinges on its bottom edge, pushing it outwards a few centimeters until it refuses to open further. The sky is a warping, rainbow-white ocean of noise. Lague sighs. DIR. LAGUE: Better. Why don't you start by explaining to me how Alex Thorley ends up at the center of something like this? THORLEY: Alex Thorley doesn't think it's ontologically possible to explain. DIR. LAGUE: Can you just, like, try? I'm still inhaling permachemicals for the privilege, you know? THORLEY: I doubt it'll matter much in the end, but sure. Thorley puts their cigarette out on the table. THORLEY: I'm not doing well, Paul. I haven't been well for a long time, but I'm sure you knew that. Director Lague returns to the seat opposite Thorley, saying nothing. THORLEY: I thought things would just get better, but they didn't. They got worse. I used— (Pause) I used to cry about it. When I was alone and overwhelmed. Now, I can't even do that. I just… I just hit this wall. This numbness. It all feels so… wrong. The world feels wrong, the meds feel wrong. I feel wrong. I'm just… here. Going through the motions, because nothing keeps happening to me— and by nothing I mean that random nothing, all the time. Bullshit. You know. Lague nods, the only sound being a gentle buzz of overhead lighting coming in through the open window. THORLEY: So, I think to myself, I can't change my circumstances, because they just sort of happen, and how can you predict or influence something that you don't understand? You can't. But there's circumstances in the world right now I do understand, and I could be out there changing them. Or trying to— There's a nonzero chance of making a difference that I don't have just moping around the site like the ghost of someone who used to be happy. DIR. LAGUE: So… you tried to change these things? The Director's voice crackles like a speaker pushed past its limitations. THORLEY: I didn't just try. I did. And one day I was contacted about it. DIR. LAGUE: Contacted by whom? THORLEY: I'm not really sure. Someone tasked with putting things back where they belong, or something like that. Thorley sighs and puts their head in their hands for a moment. When they look up, their eyes are bloodshot and worn, with a distant gaze focused on something over and beyond the Director's shoulder. THORLEY: They told me I had sent them to undo what I did. Because it was stopping them from undoing what they did. Or something. DIR. LAGUE: I'm still not following— THORLEY: I thought if I could change everything, I would change along with it. And I changed everything. I stopped DuPont from dumping chemical waste and poisoning thousands and thousands of people. I was the early warning bell for countless disasters. I prevented wars. I cured diseases. But it didn't matter. I stayed the same, and someone always got hurt. They indicate to the image on the table's surface, which is blurry and covered in cracks. Director Lague picks up the small once-photo and it disintegrates between his fingers. DIR. LAGUE: I-I don't— I don't remember what we were talking about. THORLEY: It's okay. We've discussed this before. Some things never change. Thorley stands and puts a hand on the Director's shoulder. His face is turning to white ashes, which are flaking off and dissolving before they have the chance to reach the ground. DIR. LAGUE: Alex? What's happening to me? Rsr. Thorley grips his shoulder tighter and averts their eyes towards drops of condensation sliding down the jug of water. THORLEY: Returning. Send me my regards. Many small holes perforate the Director. They grow in size as the room begins to melt away. Lague speaks, though his voice is obscured, lying on the far side of a wall. DIR. LAGUE: [undefined] THORLEY: You always say that. And I agree with you, this time. DIR. LAGUE: [undefined] THORLEY: Nah, I'll be fine, I think. Who knows, really? If people's lives can change without them even knowing, why can't mine? DIR. LAGUE: [undefined] THORLEY: Now that's one I haven't heard before. Huh. The Director doesn't respond, an empty space now replacing him. The world is a blank marble, curved inwards on itself. Thorley approaches the chamber door and knocks. After a moment, the lock disengages. THORLEY: I'll just have to do things a little differently this time around. They press their weight into the door, the last remains of reality spinning like a dial, caught in whirlpools caused by abrupt changes in pressure systems. Thorley falls unconscious. Time passes. «END LOG» DRINK LOG PROGRESS HERE PLACE & HOLD PERIPHERAL ON PROVIDED INDICATOR. DAILY GOAL: EIGHT (8) GLASSES OF WATER [ + ] experimental version [close] [close] [ + ] stable alpha version [close] [close] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7646" by Billith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7646. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. To be added upon localization |
SCP-7650 | archon | A circle is the reflection of eternity. It has no beginning and it has no end - and if you put several circles over each other, then you get a spiral. There must be a positive and negative in everything in the universe in order to complete a circuit or circle, without which there would be no activity, no motion. Item#: SCP-7650 Level4 Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Artistic depiction of SCP-7650. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7650 falls under the Archon class1, and thus need not be contained. It is to be closely monitored and tested, in a procedure known as PROJECT: π. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7650 is an ideatic construct that resides within the human Noosphere2, conceptually encompassing all circle-sphere objects, whether they be a two-dimensional circle, a three-dimensional sphere, a fourth-dimensional hypersphere and any and all hyper-dimensional sphere-like objects. Changes to SCP-7650 are forbidden due to subsequent effects on baseline reality, such as affecting humanity's perception of circles and circular objects, such as wheels, coins, soccer balls, major celestial bodies, and other objects that can be described as 'circular' or 'sphere-like'. This can cause catastrophic damage to not only reality but also human sanity, as theorized by Dr. Scarlet Jones3, due to the perception of spheres theoretically being warped to the point of incomprehensibility, causing an AK-CLASS END OF THE WORLD SCENARIO.4 The Noosphere, in which SCP-7650 exists is an ideatic construct, following Carl Jung's predictions of an archetypal world. The Noosphere is nestled in and eclipsed completely by an infinite sea of chaotic hyper-concepts5, colloquially known as the Infosphere. The Infosphere is home to many pests, all of which exist on a higher level of logic and comprehension. Its volatile and toxic ecological environment causes a direct and imminent threat to reality and the Noosphere, due to these pests' extremely hostile nature. In the event that an Infospheric anomaly attempts to become conceptually integrated into our reality, a global amnestic must be administered, and necessary anti-memetic defense must be put in place to prevent it from accessing the greater Noosphere. ADDENDUM 7650.1: PROJECT: π <BEGIN LOG> I am Dr. Scarlet Jones, head researcher on SCP-7650. I have discovered a multitude of things about this entity that amazes and astounds even an experienced ontologist such as myself. I have done this via constructing a mini-Noospheric sub-space that I have exposed several D-Class personnel to, within which I have recreated a smaller, less potent mini-concept, asimilar to SCP-7650.6 I have done this to tamper and play around with it, to see what it does. I believe my research will enhance our understanding of the greater Noosphere and its undiscovered and underlying machinations. The process of PROJECT: π is detailed below: D-Class' unconscious is to be exposed to the Noospheric sub-space, and affiliated closely with SCP-7650-M. A metaphysical link is to be established using an anti-ontological bridge in which to interact and affect SCP-7650-M. D-Class personnel are to be asked to draw a circle on a blank sheet of paper, the goal of which is to understand how to deal with and be cautious around concepts of this nature by testing the limits of the human mind when subjected to significantly altered versions of these concepts. Careful precautions must be taken to make sure that SCP-7650-M does not leak into the greater Noosphere, thus not affecting the main SCP-7650 concept. We do not know the damage that could be caused if such an event happened. Think about it; oval shaped wheels on cars? Pennies that only fit into a cash register when placed upon its side? The inconveniences would be atrocious. So, to avoid this, we need to be hesitant and calculating in how we deal with this concept. No unnecessary prodding, no overly extra experiments, etc. <END LOG> The following details the events that have been studied in PROJECT: π. + PROJECT π: TEST LOG 1 - Does the Black Moon howl? Initial test, shall be a small one. Tamper with the radius, making it so that 3r = ⌀. RESULTS: D-Class is asked to draw a circle. All drawings are consistent with a horizontally stretched circle, accurate to the 3r : ⌀ ratio. Predicted success. Drawings conceptually incinerated to not pollute the collective human Noosphere. END LOG SCP-7650-M is stabilized, and D-Class personnel are administered Class B Amnestics,7 to create a clear mindscape for further tests. + PROJECT π: TEST LOG 2 - Of course they do. The howl of the circular moon is endless. Second test: this time we will be decreasing the radius to 0.5r = ⌀. RESULTS: D-Class is asked to draw a circle. All drawings are consistent with a vertically stretched circle, accurate to the 0.5 : ⌀ ratio. Predicted success. Drawings conceptually incinerated to not pollute the collective human Noosphere. END LOG The following is an interview with D-7650-A, one of the subjects that has been exposed the the Noospheric sub-space and SCP-7650-M. + PROJECT π: INTERVIEW LOG D-7650-A - The Black Moon howls louder than any wolf. Interviewed: D-7650-A, formally known as Terry Game, was jailed for the murder of Lisa Sullivan in Essex in 2005. He is fifty years old, and of supposed Caucasian descent. Interviewer: Dr. Scarlet Jones, lead researcher on SCP-7650. Experienced oncologist. Foreword: The following details D-7650-A's request to talk to someone about a 'premonition' that he has received. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Scarlet Jones: You wanted to… talk? D-7650-A: Yes- I… I don't know how to put this without sounding… insane, or something like that. Dr. Scarlet Jones: Don't worry, D-7650-A. We here at the foundation are accustomed to the anomalous and things out of the ordinary. D-7650-A: Yes, but… you're a scientist, right? Lab coats, safety goggles, and all the shit you would expect a scientist to wear. Dr. Scarlet Jones: Your point? D-7650-A: My point is that you guys always ask for evidence of what I claim, no? D-7650-A seems agitated; his eyes are diverted to the floor beneath his feet. Sweat slowly trickles down his neck. Dr. Scarlet Jones: I may be a scientist, yes, but this interview is not for the sakes of whether you are right or wrong, merely that you are in stable condition to continue with Project- D-7650-A: I-I get this feeling… a tingle in the back of my neck… I don't know how to best describe it… Dr. Scarlet Jones, displaying an unusual degree of patience, waits for D-7650-A to continue as per Noospheric anomaly debriefing protocol. D-7650-A: …like something is going to happen. I don't know. Again, I honestly don't know what, but I know something will. Dr. Scarlet Jones nods. D-7650-A: A-As if something is whispering to me… but not with words, like a feeling. An unease. It's hard to really explain, I- Dr. Scarlet Jones: No, no. I get what you mean, D-7650-A. And I believe you, don't worry about that. Could you attempt to describe this… 'feeling' for me further? Dr. Scarlet Jones scribbles something down on a spare notepad with a ballpoint pen. D-7650-A: Uhh… well… it's almost as if something is gnawing at me… biting into the back of my head? Like a headache but less hurt and more… fear. Dr. Scarlet Jones: Go on? D-7650-A: I- I don't know! It's all so… weird. Dr. Scarlet Jones nods, and continues to scribble on her notepad. D-7650-A: I just- wanted someone to know that. Dr. Scarlet Jones: That's perfectly understandable, D-7650-A. Your foresight shall be heeded. <END LOG> Closing Statement: D-7650-A is escorted out of the interview room. Dr. Scarlet Jones, contrary to her promise, does not heed D-7650-A. Not in the slightest. SCP-7650-M is stabilized, and D-Class personnel are administered Class B Amnestics, to create a clear mindscape for the subsequent test, as detailed below. + PROJECT π: TEST LOG 3 - PROJECT π: TEST LOG 3 Third test: we will be increasing the concept's dimensions, essentially enlarging the concept's aspects. RESULTS: D-Class is asked to draw a circle. ??? Below are details of the aftermath. + PROJECT π: TEST LOG 3 AFTERMATH - PROJECT π: TEST LOG 3 AFTERMATH <BEGIN LOG> Me: Ahh… fuck. My head ached as if someone had planted a sledgehammer between my eyes. My ears were ringing like they had never done before. I could feel the blaring lights staring down at me, boring into my soul. But my eyes… fuck! My eyes! Like an open wound, an ever-ebbing pain-well. I tried to open my eyes.. but.. Me: AHHHH! SHIT! It felt as if I had plunged my hand deep into an open wound and started tearing at the seams. What the fuck happened? Where is the D-Class? Why does my head feel like someone had clobbered me with a brick? I rolled over onto my side, attempting to feel my way around; to figure out where I was. My hand felt a vaguely pointed yet dull object… a rim of a table. I quickly pulled myself up, feeling around what I now realised was my desk. After what felt like a solid thirty seconds, my hands felt there way across my table to… Me: My telegraph, yes! My throat ached like it had been torched with a flamethrower, yet I still yelled out. I traced my finger across its wooden surface to the sounder. I began to tap; a simple SOS. Sounder: ... --- ... I kept on repeating that message, over and over, until I got a response. Telegraph: .... Me: H… Telegraph: . Me: E… Telegraph: .-.. Me: L… Telegraph: .-.. Me: Another L… Telegraph: --- ..--.. 'HELLO?'? I scrambled to respond. Sounder: -.. .-. .-.-.- / ... / .--- .-.-.- / .-- .... --- / .. ... / - .... .. ... ..--.. 'DR. S J. WHO IS THIS?' Telegraph: -.. .-. .-.-.- / --- / .-.. .-.-.- / ... .. - . / .---- ----. 'DR. O L. SITE 19'. Oliver? Sounder: -… -.. / ……-.. .—. 'NEED HELP' Telegraph: — . / ..—- Me: Something happened at- cough Site-19? Sounder: ..—.. '?' Telegraph: -.-. .- -. - / … …-.-.- / . …- . .-. -.— - …. .. -. —. / …. ..- .-. - … 'CANT SEE. EVERYTHING HURTS' Sounder: .-- - ..-. ..--.. / ... .- -- . / - .... .. -. --. / .... . .-. . 'WTF? SAME THING HERE' Telegraph: .. -- / --. --- .. -. --. / - --- / .--. .- ... ... / --- The message cut out mid-word. 'IM GOING TO PASS O' Oh god. My head.. my head it's… it feels like it's about to implode. I heard screaming. I couldn't tell if it was me, or someone else. The headache evolved into a migrane, ceaselessly attacking, gnawing, biting at my brain, and- <END LOG> ERR: ??? My eyes only. HE frowns in disappointment. HE: Yet another failure. I can't deal with THEM without a better understanding of the human unconscious, yet all of my experiments fail. Of course! HE gets up and paces through the interior of the room, non-descript and ever-changing in nature. HE: This is why I fucking dispise the Noosphere. Too flimsy, too docile, too weak. One prod and it all falls apart, like a tower of matchsticks. HE picks up a metaphorical cigar and begins to smoke, pondering to himself. HE: SCP-7650-M outgrew the artificial Noospheric sub-space… then it absorbed itself into the mother concept SCP-7650… HE sits back down in his chair, tapping the side of his head in thought. HE: … dislodging it into the greater Infosphere. Then, by adapting to it's toxic environment, it's applicants in reality became extremely complex metastasized meme, causing a global EK-Class End of Consciousness scenario… HE contemplated the events, playing it over in his head. He then sighed, frustrated. HE: Fuck. How am I supposed to gain anything from that? The knowledge that even a slight tampering with necessary concepts within the Noosphere can clog up the whole system with horse shit? Great! Now I know what not to do. That's great and all, but I need to know what to do, not what to avoid. HE chuckled to himself. THE ADMINISTRATOR: Screw it. Let's try that again. Re-simulate the Noosphere. Does the Black Moon Howl? Why, yes. The endless wolf howling into the night. RESTART VIRTUAL NOOSPHERE? TO BE CONTINUED… Footnotes 1. Archon-class SCPs are anomalies that could theoretically be contained but are best left uncontained for some reason. Archon SCPs may be a part of consensus reality that is difficult to fully contain or may have adverse effects if put into containment. These SCPs are not uncontainable—the defining feature of the class is that the Foundation chooses to not put the anomaly into containment. 2. The collective human unconsciousness. 3. The lead researcher on SCP-7650, who mainly works in the fields of metaphysics and ontology. Her theorems on SCP-7650 are detailed in the addendums. 4. End of the world via restructuring of subjective reality - that is, the perceptions and/or thought processes of the human race. Simply put: "everyone goes crazy", in one fashion or another. 5. A significant one is that of a hierarchy of alephs dictated by their mathematical size. Under recent research, this hierarchy stretches to all possible uncountables prior the Inaccessible Cardinal. 6. Now shall be denoted as SCP-7650-M. 7. Class B amnestics start by deconsolidating the most recently formed memories first, and then working their way backwards. The extent of the memory erasure is dependent on dosage, with a 75 mg dose resulting in approximately 24 hours of memory loss on average. These are ideal for erasing recent memories older than six hours without having to trigger specific memories. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "CIRCLE" by TheLurkingRockstar12, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7650. Licensed under CC-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-7650 | uncontained | A circle is the reflection of eternity. It has no beginning and it has no end - and if you put several circles over each other, then you get a spiral. There must be a positive and negative in everything in the universe in order to complete a circuit or circle, without which there would be no activity, no motion. Item#: SCP-7650 Level4 Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Artistic depiction of SCP-7650. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7650 falls under the Archon class1, and thus need not be contained. It is to be closely monitored and tested, in a procedure known as PROJECT: π. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7650 is an ideatic construct that resides within the human Noosphere2, conceptually encompassing all circle-sphere objects, whether they be a two-dimensional circle, a three-dimensional sphere, a fourth-dimensional hypersphere and any and all hyper-dimensional sphere-like objects. Changes to SCP-7650 are forbidden due to subsequent effects on baseline reality, such as affecting humanity's perception of circles and circular objects, such as wheels, coins, soccer balls, major celestial bodies, and other objects that can be described as 'circular' or 'sphere-like'. This can cause catastrophic damage to not only reality but also human sanity, as theorized by Dr. Scarlet Jones3, due to the perception of spheres theoretically being warped to the point of incomprehensibility, causing an AK-CLASS END OF THE WORLD SCENARIO.4 The Noosphere, in which SCP-7650 exists is an ideatic construct, following Carl Jung's predictions of an archetypal world. The Noosphere is nestled in and eclipsed completely by an infinite sea of chaotic hyper-concepts5, colloquially known as the Infosphere. The Infosphere is home to many pests, all of which exist on a higher level of logic and comprehension. Its volatile and toxic ecological environment causes a direct and imminent threat to reality and the Noosphere, due to these pests' extremely hostile nature. In the event that an Infospheric anomaly attempts to become conceptually integrated into our reality, a global amnestic must be administered, and necessary anti-memetic defense must be put in place to prevent it from accessing the greater Noosphere. ADDENDUM 7650.1: PROJECT: π <BEGIN LOG> I am Dr. Scarlet Jones, head researcher on SCP-7650. I have discovered a multitude of things about this entity that amazes and astounds even an experienced ontologist such as myself. I have done this via constructing a mini-Noospheric sub-space that I have exposed several D-Class personnel to, within which I have recreated a smaller, less potent mini-concept, asimilar to SCP-7650.6 I have done this to tamper and play around with it, to see what it does. I believe my research will enhance our understanding of the greater Noosphere and its undiscovered and underlying machinations. The process of PROJECT: π is detailed below: D-Class' unconscious is to be exposed to the Noospheric sub-space, and affiliated closely with SCP-7650-M. A metaphysical link is to be established using an anti-ontological bridge in which to interact and affect SCP-7650-M. D-Class personnel are to be asked to draw a circle on a blank sheet of paper, the goal of which is to understand how to deal with and be cautious around concepts of this nature by testing the limits of the human mind when subjected to significantly altered versions of these concepts. Careful precautions must be taken to make sure that SCP-7650-M does not leak into the greater Noosphere, thus not affecting the main SCP-7650 concept. We do not know the damage that could be caused if such an event happened. Think about it; oval shaped wheels on cars? Pennies that only fit into a cash register when placed upon its side? The inconveniences would be atrocious. So, to avoid this, we need to be hesitant and calculating in how we deal with this concept. No unnecessary prodding, no overly extra experiments, etc. <END LOG> The following details the events that have been studied in PROJECT: π. + PROJECT π: TEST LOG 1 - Does the Black Moon howl? Initial test, shall be a small one. Tamper with the radius, making it so that 3r = ⌀. RESULTS: D-Class is asked to draw a circle. All drawings are consistent with a horizontally stretched circle, accurate to the 3r : ⌀ ratio. Predicted success. Drawings conceptually incinerated to not pollute the collective human Noosphere. END LOG SCP-7650-M is stabilized, and D-Class personnel are administered Class B Amnestics,7 to create a clear mindscape for further tests. + PROJECT π: TEST LOG 2 - Of course they do. The howl of the circular moon is endless. Second test: this time we will be decreasing the radius to 0.5r = ⌀. RESULTS: D-Class is asked to draw a circle. All drawings are consistent with a vertically stretched circle, accurate to the 0.5 : ⌀ ratio. Predicted success. Drawings conceptually incinerated to not pollute the collective human Noosphere. END LOG The following is an interview with D-7650-A, one of the subjects that has been exposed the the Noospheric sub-space and SCP-7650-M. + PROJECT π: INTERVIEW LOG D-7650-A - The Black Moon howls louder than any wolf. Interviewed: D-7650-A, formally known as Terry Game, was jailed for the murder of Lisa Sullivan in Essex in 2005. He is fifty years old, and of supposed Caucasian descent. Interviewer: Dr. Scarlet Jones, lead researcher on SCP-7650. Experienced oncologist. Foreword: The following details D-7650-A's request to talk to someone about a 'premonition' that he has received. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Scarlet Jones: You wanted to… talk? D-7650-A: Yes- I… I don't know how to put this without sounding… insane, or something like that. Dr. Scarlet Jones: Don't worry, D-7650-A. We here at the foundation are accustomed to the anomalous and things out of the ordinary. D-7650-A: Yes, but… you're a scientist, right? Lab coats, safety goggles, and all the shit you would expect a scientist to wear. Dr. Scarlet Jones: Your point? D-7650-A: My point is that you guys always ask for evidence of what I claim, no? D-7650-A seems agitated; his eyes are diverted to the floor beneath his feet. Sweat slowly trickles down his neck. Dr. Scarlet Jones: I may be a scientist, yes, but this interview is not for the sakes of whether you are right or wrong, merely that you are in stable condition to continue with Project- D-7650-A: I-I get this feeling… a tingle in the back of my neck… I don't know how to best describe it… Dr. Scarlet Jones, displaying an unusual degree of patience, waits for D-7650-A to continue as per Noospheric anomaly debriefing protocol. D-7650-A: …like something is going to happen. I don't know. Again, I honestly don't know what, but I know something will. Dr. Scarlet Jones nods. D-7650-A: A-As if something is whispering to me… but not with words, like a feeling. An unease. It's hard to really explain, I- Dr. Scarlet Jones: No, no. I get what you mean, D-7650-A. And I believe you, don't worry about that. Could you attempt to describe this… 'feeling' for me further? Dr. Scarlet Jones scribbles something down on a spare notepad with a ballpoint pen. D-7650-A: Uhh… well… it's almost as if something is gnawing at me… biting into the back of my head? Like a headache but less hurt and more… fear. Dr. Scarlet Jones: Go on? D-7650-A: I- I don't know! It's all so… weird. Dr. Scarlet Jones nods, and continues to scribble on her notepad. D-7650-A: I just- wanted someone to know that. Dr. Scarlet Jones: That's perfectly understandable, D-7650-A. Your foresight shall be heeded. <END LOG> Closing Statement: D-7650-A is escorted out of the interview room. Dr. Scarlet Jones, contrary to her promise, does not heed D-7650-A. Not in the slightest. SCP-7650-M is stabilized, and D-Class personnel are administered Class B Amnestics, to create a clear mindscape for the subsequent test, as detailed below. + PROJECT π: TEST LOG 3 - PROJECT π: TEST LOG 3 Third test: we will be increasing the concept's dimensions, essentially enlarging the concept's aspects. RESULTS: D-Class is asked to draw a circle. ??? Below are details of the aftermath. + PROJECT π: TEST LOG 3 AFTERMATH - PROJECT π: TEST LOG 3 AFTERMATH <BEGIN LOG> Me: Ahh… fuck. My head ached as if someone had planted a sledgehammer between my eyes. My ears were ringing like they had never done before. I could feel the blaring lights staring down at me, boring into my soul. But my eyes… fuck! My eyes! Like an open wound, an ever-ebbing pain-well. I tried to open my eyes.. but.. Me: AHHHH! SHIT! It felt as if I had plunged my hand deep into an open wound and started tearing at the seams. What the fuck happened? Where is the D-Class? Why does my head feel like someone had clobbered me with a brick? I rolled over onto my side, attempting to feel my way around; to figure out where I was. My hand felt a vaguely pointed yet dull object… a rim of a table. I quickly pulled myself up, feeling around what I now realised was my desk. After what felt like a solid thirty seconds, my hands felt there way across my table to… Me: My telegraph, yes! My throat ached like it had been torched with a flamethrower, yet I still yelled out. I traced my finger across its wooden surface to the sounder. I began to tap; a simple SOS. Sounder: ... --- ... I kept on repeating that message, over and over, until I got a response. Telegraph: .... Me: H… Telegraph: . Me: E… Telegraph: .-.. Me: L… Telegraph: .-.. Me: Another L… Telegraph: --- ..--.. 'HELLO?'? I scrambled to respond. Sounder: -.. .-. .-.-.- / ... / .--- .-.-.- / .-- .... --- / .. ... / - .... .. ... ..--.. 'DR. S J. WHO IS THIS?' Telegraph: -.. .-. .-.-.- / --- / .-.. .-.-.- / ... .. - . / .---- ----. 'DR. O L. SITE 19'. Oliver? Sounder: -… -.. / ……-.. .—. 'NEED HELP' Telegraph: — . / ..—- Me: Something happened at- cough Site-19? Sounder: ..—.. '?' Telegraph: -.-. .- -. - / … …-.-.- / . …- . .-. -.— - …. .. -. —. / …. ..- .-. - … 'CANT SEE. EVERYTHING HURTS' Sounder: .-- - ..-. ..--.. / ... .- -- . / - .... .. -. --. / .... . .-. . 'WTF? SAME THING HERE' Telegraph: .. -- / --. --- .. -. --. / - --- / .--. .- ... ... / --- The message cut out mid-word. 'IM GOING TO PASS O' Oh god. My head.. my head it's… it feels like it's about to implode. I heard screaming. I couldn't tell if it was me, or someone else. The headache evolved into a migrane, ceaselessly attacking, gnawing, biting at my brain, and- <END LOG> ERR: ??? My eyes only. HE frowns in disappointment. HE: Yet another failure. I can't deal with THEM without a better understanding of the human unconscious, yet all of my experiments fail. Of course! HE gets up and paces through the interior of the room, non-descript and ever-changing in nature. HE: This is why I fucking dispise the Noosphere. Too flimsy, too docile, too weak. One prod and it all falls apart, like a tower of matchsticks. HE picks up a metaphorical cigar and begins to smoke, pondering to himself. HE: SCP-7650-M outgrew the artificial Noospheric sub-space… then it absorbed itself into the mother concept SCP-7650… HE sits back down in his chair, tapping the side of his head in thought. HE: … dislodging it into the greater Infosphere. Then, by adapting to it's toxic environment, it's applicants in reality became extremely complex metastasized meme, causing a global EK-Class End of Consciousness scenario… HE contemplated the events, playing it over in his head. He then sighed, frustrated. HE: Fuck. How am I supposed to gain anything from that? The knowledge that even a slight tampering with necessary concepts within the Noosphere can clog up the whole system with horse shit? Great! Now I know what not to do. That's great and all, but I need to know what to do, not what to avoid. HE chuckled to himself. THE ADMINISTRATOR: Screw it. Let's try that again. Re-simulate the Noosphere. Does the Black Moon Howl? Why, yes. The endless wolf howling into the night. RESTART VIRTUAL NOOSPHERE? TO BE CONTINUED… Footnotes 1. Archon-class SCPs are anomalies that could theoretically be contained but are best left uncontained for some reason. Archon SCPs may be a part of consensus reality that is difficult to fully contain or may have adverse effects if put into containment. These SCPs are not uncontainable—the defining feature of the class is that the Foundation chooses to not put the anomaly into containment. 2. The collective human unconsciousness. 3. The lead researcher on SCP-7650, who mainly works in the fields of metaphysics and ontology. Her theorems on SCP-7650 are detailed in the addendums. 4. End of the world via restructuring of subjective reality - that is, the perceptions and/or thought processes of the human race. Simply put: "everyone goes crazy", in one fashion or another. 5. A significant one is that of a hierarchy of alephs dictated by their mathematical size. Under recent research, this hierarchy stretches to all possible uncountables prior the Inaccessible Cardinal. 6. Now shall be denoted as SCP-7650-M. 7. Class B amnestics start by deconsolidating the most recently formed memories first, and then working their way backwards. The extent of the memory erasure is dependent on dosage, with a 75 mg dose resulting in approximately 24 hours of memory loss on average. These are ideal for erasing recent memories older than six hours without having to trigger specific memories. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "CIRCLE" by TheLurkingRockstar12, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7650. Licensed under CC-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-7651 | safe | Item #: SCP-7651 Level 3/7651 Classified SCP-7651. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7651 is to be isolated from Containment Zone 961, no persons are authorized to approach SCP-7651. Instances of SCP-7651-1 are harmless and require no Special Containment Procedures. Due to the remote location of SCP-7651, and the lack of any surviving human settlements nearby, no other containment procedures for SCP-7651 are required. Personnel having been found near SCP-7651 are to be dealt with as potential SCP-7993-A instances. Description: SCP-7651 is a duck pond, discovered in the Inner Coastal Plain region of South Carolina in 1971. SCP-7651 appears to emanate an emotional effect when subjects are within roughly nine meters of it, causing what researchers have called "serenity." Test subjects within the vicinity of SCP-7651 report relaxed feelings, contentment with their lives, and justification for their life choices. However, it has been determined that SCP-7651 undermines the effectiveness of Agent-7993, circumventing it by allowing subjects to reflect upon their life, remembering events they should have no possible way of remembering. Subjects under the influence of Agent-79932 report feelings of remorse, regret, despair, and desire for change. Ultimately subjects within prolonged contact with SCP-7651 become immune to Agent-7993, succumbing to the effects of SCP-7993. Due to its specific anti-memetic nature, SCP-7651 has been deemed a threat to the containment of SCP-7993. Several members of the Anatidae family3 reside within and around SCP-7651, designated as SCP-7651-1. SCP-7651-1 instances have been observed to be particularly healthy, active, and thriving despite the high radiation levels and poor atmosphere surrounding the region in which SCP-7651 is in. Addendum: The following message was transmitted on the PENTAGRAM JTF open circuit shortly before the confirmed disappearance of JTF4 Zeta-88 "Wasteland Raiders" upon their presumed contact with SCP-7651. When SCP-7651 was discovered, we found the remnants of a human encampment. A small camp, with supplies and evidence suggesting it was likely a small family. No journals were found, or anything indicating exactly who these people were. We continued to investigate until we found a burial site and three crudely made tombstones, the writing was ineligible though. There was some debate as to what to make of the situation, so we excavated the bodies. Nothing of significance was found, it was an adult and two children, likely a family from one of the cities that got evacuated back in '67. We spent a lot of time that evening, next to the pond. We didn't want to leave. I've thought a lot about what I've done, we all have here. It's not the pond speaking either. This anomaly is something special, and beautiful. It's melancholic in a way, so close to the scene of our biggest failure yet it exudes, serenity. So much death, such horrible things done for the greater good? I can remember it all. My decisions, my life. All of us here, the agents and the family that used to be here. They knew about this pond's properties, no doubt. They came here to rest, I wish I could too. I realized now what must be done, we can't rest. What we as an organization, the Foundation, PENTAGRAM, and UIU all of it, is not what we are here for. We are supposed to die in the dark so everyone can live in the light, We are forcing the dark upon the world so only we can see the light. Something has bastardized the Foundation, gutted it, and is parading its corpse as a shadow of what it was. None of us are coming back. Footnotes 1. The closest CZ to SCP-7651, headquartered in Columbia, South Carolina 2. Approximately 74% of the global population, and 100% of United States citizens and government personnel 3. Ducks 4. Joint Task Force |
SCP-7652 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7652 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7652 is housed in a residence on Sullivan Island, at the center of Lake Marston, at Site 17. Personnel who are capable of producing viable sperm, or who have within the previous 96 hours had sexual contact with such an individual, are not to approach within 150m of the shores of Sullivan Island. SCP-7652 is to be given one live adult male rat (Rattus norvegicus domesticus) of proven fertility1 every three days. This is a starvation diet, at SCP-7652’s own request. If SCP-7652 needs to heal from a serious injury, including but not limited to burns and broken bones, she is to be given one live adult male rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus) of proven fertility. SCP-7652 is to be considered as having strong chemical sensitivities; personnel visiting Sullivan Island are not to wear perfumed or scented products, and bedding and clothing for SCP-7652 must not contain synthetic polymers. SCP-7652 is permitted to grow her own medical-grade marijuana (Cannabis indica) in containment. Description: SCP-7652 is an entity resembling a female human in approximately her late 80s to early 90s, who sustains herself on the “sexual energy” of male mammals. SCP-7652 self-describes as a “succubus”, but specifies that she is “retired”, and has taken orders as a celibate Buddhist nun. SCP-7652 does not require food, but obtains nourishment by making skin contact with a fertile male mammal, at which point the male experiences an extended sexual climax which continues until its death 120 to 180 seconds later. SCP-7652 has stated that although humans are her optimal prey species, she can feed on any male mammal, with the amount of nourishment provided being directly proportional to their physical size, to the amount of her skin that makes contact with theirs, and to the duration of that contact. She reports that her cravings for sustenance intensify with the proximity of male mammals, and has an anomalous awareness of all male mammals within a radius of approximately 100m, such that she can not only locate them, but identify their number, species, and approximate age and level of sexual activity; this awareness is lessened by the regular consumption of marijuana, as are her cravings. SCP-7652 claims to have been active since at least the mid-18th century; while this is unverifiable, it is supported by her ability to reverse injuries and signs of aging upon consumption of sufficient sexual energy. As well, she experiences anomalously rapid hair growth, but shaves her head daily. SCP-7652 claims to have further anomalous abilities linked to her succubus nature, including but not limited to “low-level shapeshifting” and “sort of flight”, which she claims to lack the energy to demonstrate, and “targeted irresistibility” and “pretty much mind control” over any male human within approximately 70m, which she refuses to demonstrate on moral and ethical grounds. SCP-7652 spends her time in containment praying and meditating, gardening, painting, and doing historical research so as to more precisely identify the men she killed prior to her "retirement", which she states is a necessary component of her penance. Interview log 7652-3 SCP-7652: Sometimes I get sick of being so old, you know? My joints ache, and my bones are weak, and I think about being young again. It’d be so easy. All I’d have to do would be grab a few men and drain them dry. But… <sighs> Dr. Langstrom: But…? SCP-7652: But demons go to hell. Dr. Langstrom: Do Buddhists believe in hell? SCP-7652: I’m not sure you noticed, but I’m not a very good Buddhist. <laughs> But even if there isn’t really a hell, and even if I’m not really a demon… it’d be killing people. Do you know how many men I’ve killed? Dr. Langstrom: Honestly, no. SCP-7652: Neither do I. I’ve thought about it, and I can remember at least sixty distinct incidents, over the centuries. But I know there were more. A lot more. I just… didn’t keep track, it didn’t seem important. But I’ve … I’ve read about what happened to their families, afterward. It’s not worth it. Dr. Langstrom: How old are you? SCP-7652: Don’t know that either. I’m pretty sure I was in Paris during the Reign of Terror, at least. Maybe 80% sure. But I already knew what I was at that point. You’ve read Loftus on false memories? Dr. Langstrom: I have, yes. SCP-7652: I know I was in France, I know I saw Napoleon. I know I’m not from France. I remember crossing the border from… was it Switzerland? There was this gorgeous young customs officer – oh. Fuck. <buries face in hands> Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Dr. Langstrom: What? What is it? Are you okay? SCP-7652: Sixty-one distinct incidents. Interview log 7652-4 Dr. Langstrom: So what led you to, well… quit? SCP-7652: I was at a rock festival. This was… oh shit, let’s see, it wasn’t Woodstock, it definitely wasn’t Altamont… don’t think it was Lollapalooza… maybe Burning Man? You’d think I’d remember that better. It was a place with a lot of people getting high, I can tell you that. Which I guess doesn’t narrow things down all that much <laughs>. Anyway, I’d gone there to… well, to hunt. To… I’d gone there with the intention of picking a random man out of the crowd, and dragging him off into a secluded spot and killing him. Ending his life. Committing murder. Dr. Langstrom: Do you need a moment? SCP-7652: No. Thank you, no, I’m okay. Anyway, one thing I’d learned about rock festivals was that all the pot really cut down on my cravings, and I was starting to actually watch people as people, not just as prey. Plus… okay, to be honest, it wasn’t just the pot, I was trying basically everything. Ketamine, shrooms, acid, ecstasy… the ecstasy really, really helped. I… don’t suppose the Foundation could get me some? Dr. Langstrom: I don’t think so, no. SCP-7652: <laughs> Worth asking. Anyway, that’s when I met [REDACTED]. And I tried to turn on the charm and… it didn’t work. I mean, he went with me, but he just wanted to talk. And he wasn’t gay – I’ve met gay men, they’re absolutely not immune to me. But [REDACTED], he just… I dunno. We talked about the universe and about souls and the nature of evil and the shitty, shitty music that was playing, all night long. And I kept expecting that he’d reach for me and then I’d be on him and drain him – and kill him – and that’d be it… but he didn’t. We just talked, and in the morning he said he’d had a wonderful time and maybe we’d see each other again. And after the festival, I… okay, after the festival I was starving so I… killed a truck driver. But after that, I tracked [REDACTED] down and surprised him at his house. And we talked more, and we smoked a lot of pot and did a lot of ecstasy, and eventually I told him what I really was, and he… he forgave me. It was his idea that maybe I could live off animals instead of killing people. I felt so stupid when he pointed that out. He was my friend. He made me want to be… better. I moved in with him, and I learned to be a… well, to be a person, I guess. A person who cared about other people, instead of a predator who just imitated their behavior. And after he died, I thought about going back to the hunt, which is a terrible euphemism for ‘I thought about murdering people again’, and I didn’t want to do that. I thought about killing myself, but I knew that would’ve made [REDACTED] sad. He’d had some friends who were Buddhists, so I got them to put me in touch with a temple, help me keep away from the general public. Dr. Langstrom: Did you ever find out why he was immune to you? SCP-7652: Stage-four testicular cancer. Footnotes 1. defined as having fathered at least one litter ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7652" by Voct, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7652. Licensed under CC-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-7654 | thaumiel | close Info X "SCiPCoin" by Alexander the Jar I encourage you not to make cryptocurrency jokes about the name. More information about your page. Item#: 7654 Level5 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: When it is not held in a secure storage locker within Site-01, SCP-7654 is kept on the person of O5-1. If SCP-7654 becomes lost, retrieval is to be conducted by Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). If SCP-7654 is discovered by another member of The O5 Council, they are to bring it back to Site-01 at their earliest convenience. If a majority of The O5 Council agrees to resolve a vote via coinflip, usage of SCP-7654 is explicitly forbidden, and Site-01 custodian Hellenistic.aic is to conduct a virtual coinflip. Description: SCP-7654 is a ceremonial coin created by Foundation Administrator █████ ████████ and given to O5-1 as a gift. SCP-7654's surface resembles 24 karat gold, and has a mass and shape similar to a typical U.S. quarter. One side of SCP-7654 is engraved with the logo of the SCP Foundation, while the other is engraved with the symbol used to represent Thaumiel-class objects. SCP-7654's anomalous property only manifests when it is used by a current member of The O5 Council. If SCP-7654 is flipped into the air by O5 personnel in order to determine a result, the probabilities of landing on a given side will deviate radically from those of a typical coinflip. Testing has determined that the ratio between landing "Thaumiel up" and "SCiP up" is: X : Y, where X = the current number of SCP-001 Proposals accessible from the SCP-001 database slot, and where Y = the current number of distinct SCP Objects currently registered in the SCiPnet database. Because of this property, SCP-7654 has functioned as a near-perfectly-weighted coin ever since it was first given to O5-1 after the formation of the Foundation in 19██. It is not understood how The Administrator gave SCP-7654 its anomalous property, nor is it understood how it was able to precisely function in the decades prior to the establishment of the SCiPnet database. However, O5-1 has confirmed that The Administrator's creation of SCP-7654 was inspired by a particular event in the early history of the Foundation. See Addendum 01 for more details. Addendum 01: Historical Background During one of the earliest meetings of the original members of the O5 Council, a vote on an undisclosed matter ended in a 6-6 stalemate. Due to his relevance to the subject matter of the vote, The Administrator was present at the meeting. However, because of their personal relationship, O5-1 recused herself from the vote and The O5 Council agreed it would be inappropriate for The Administrator to assume his usual role as a tie-breaker for this specific vote. Despite intense discussion The O5 Council could not resolve the stalemate, and O5-7 suggested deciding the vote with a coinflip1. Exasperated with the council, O5-1 quickly agreed with O5-7's suggestion and produced a coin2 to flip. Fatigued from long and unproductive debate, the council acquiesced to O5-1. Because O5-7 had voted YEA, O5-1 asked O5-11, the most vocal NAY vote, to call the coinflip result. O5-11 agreed, and called out "Tails" as O5-1 flipped the coin. The coin landed in the approximate center of the council room's table, however this particular coinflip ended with the coin balanced on its edge. All personnel present were completely silent for a period of approximately 7 seconds. At the end of this period, a sudden movement by O5-53 caused a slight vibration in the table and the coin fell unto its "Tails" side, with the "Heads" side facing up. This caused an uproar followed by furious debate amongst various council members. O5-1 attempted to table the discussion until a later date, but was distracted by The Administrator laughing at a high volume. O5-11 disputed the validity of the coinflip result and demanded that the coin be flipped a second time. In order to "put an end to this farce" O5-8 changed his vote to YEA, and the motion passed 7-5. In the years following the conclusion of this particular council meeting, testing and research were undertaken in order to determine a plausible satisfactory explanation for the result of the coinflip. No evidence was found to indicate that the coin, O5-1, or the meeting room table were at all anomalous. Many different theories were developed to explain the result, but most were disregarded due to bias or an inability to prove or disprove them: It was suggested by O5-10 that O5-2 had used thaumaturgy to influence the result, but O5-2 vehemently denied this. O5-1 observed that "If two had magic subtle enough to influence the result of a coinflip, why would he make the coin land on its edge instead of just heads up?" Following development of Modern Hume Theory, O5-11 speculated that someone present at the meeting had used reality bending to influence the result. However, there is no evidence suggesting that any of the personnel present at the meeting were Type-Green Anomalous Humanoids. The most plausible explanation, put forward by O5-13, was that an Extranormal Event had occurred during the meeting. Due to the nature of Extranormal Events, it is not possible to definitively prove or disprove this theory. In 20██, a pair of Level-4 personnel, both statisticians from the Records, Archives, and Information Security Administration (RAISA), were granted special access to SCP-7654's documentation by a 12-1 vote of The O5 Council in order to discover the most plausible explanation for the result of the coinflip. 7 months later, the pair submitted a research paper to the office of O5-1. According to their analysis of all available data regarding the event, it is "quite likely" that no outside manipulation, anomalous or non-anomalous, influenced the result. The "most likely" explanation is that the coin naturally landed on its side, a rare, but not impossible outcome. Footnotes 1. O5-7 later clarified that they were making a joke in an attempt to defuse tensions between council members, and they did not intend for this suggestion to be taken seriously. 2. A U.S. nickel, circa 19██. 3. It has been agreed upon by all parties present that this was not a deliberate attempt by O5-5 to influence the result, as it was known that O5-5 had a chronic respiratory condition that led to him coughing infrequently during council meetings. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7654" by Alexander the Jar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7654. Licensed under CC-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-7655 | safe | Item#: 7655 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Artist's depiction of the ratification of SCP-7655-A in 1648. Copies of SCP-7655-A are to remain in continuous print and circulation without significant alterations. Academic institutions specializing in East Asian historiography are to be monitored for the potential discovery of copies of SCP-7655-B, and are to be contained accordingly. The containment of SCP-7655-C has been entrusted to the Holy See until further notice. SCP-7655 is a collective designation for at least 5 documents dating to the 17th century. The documents primarily possess an obscurative effect on the perception of historical records between the years 1600 and 1687. This effect appears to be deeply rooted in the noosphere, such that it affects individuals who have no knowledge of SCP-7655 or their mundane versions. SCP-7655-A denote the Instrumentum Pacis Osnabrugensis, both January and October iterations of the Instrumentum Pacis Monasteriensis, and all reproduced documents that contain the entirety of their text.1 While anomalous, it is not possible to discern the nature of their effects without prior knowledge of noospherics and esoteric informatics. Due to the consideration of other factors, their continuous existence outside the Veil is deemed satisfactory and essential. SCP-7655-B refers to an internal document issued by the Ministry of Rites.2 Divided into multiple subsections, it details the formalization of the transfer of the Ministry's loyalty and service from the Ming to the emergent Qing. While it is believed that the document was distributed among members of the Ministry, its practices suggest the destruction of all extant instances to preserve secrecy. The document currently within Foundation custody was obtained directly from the Ministry's archives following its various mergers and restructuring into the Foundation. SCP-7655-C is an unfinished manuscript of Isaac Newton's Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica, intended to have been published as its fourth volume. The manuscript primarily discusses Newton's alchemical experiments, in addition to his theological beliefs and contemporary analysis of Christianity. It is not fully understood how the Holy See came to possess this copy, but its latter contents have been cited as justification for its seizure. When any instance of SCP-7655 is read while under the influence of Class-E mnestics, individuals will become aware of significant discrepancies in the historical record, mostly within the 17th century. This may lead to the immediate onset of nausea, vomiting, headaches, seizures, and in one instance, the spontaneous development and progression of Stage 2 SCP-6993.3 The nature of the vast majority of discrepancies suggest the existence of a large scale, possibly worldwide anomalous conflict taking place during this time period. Based on current studies and widely accepted parahistoriography, this would be classified as the Fifth Occult War.4 Continued exposure to SCP-7655 under mnestic influence may result in deleterious effects on the individual's memory, personality, cognitive ability, and continuation of self. Addendum 7655.01 Due to the subjective nature of SCP-7655's effects, several tests were conducted over an intellectually diverse sample size to gain further insight on the aforementioned discrepancies, and whether they are indicative of a reality restructuring event or merely constitute hallucinations. Attached are a selection of such tests. + Log 7655/1/01 + - Log 7655/1/01 - Subject: D-390625 Extent of Awareness: Subject expresses little to no awareness of, nor interest in historical events prior to WWII. SCP-7655 Instance: SCP-7655-A Procedure: Subject is instructed to read SCP-7655 instance in its entirety prior to and after application of Class-E mnestic. Result: Subject's extent of awareness unchanged. No historical discrepancies reported. Subject reported sensation of forgetting something present in the -A instance during their first reading. Subject amnesticized and returned to dormitories. Notes: You can't expect a blind person to differentiate between red and green. We'll try again. — Dr. Orion + Log 7655/1/03 + - Log 7655/1/03 - Subject: Dr. Pientz Extent of Awareness: Subject currently employed in Department of Thaumaturgy. Subject has passing knowledge of 17th century European history. SCP-7655 Instance: SCP-7655-A Procedure: Subject is instructed to read SCP-7655 instance in its entirety prior to and after application of Class-E mnestic. Result: See transcript excerpt. PIENTZ: It hurts behind my eyes, a little bit of dizziness — but that's about it. I've had hay fevers worse than this. ORION: That's reassuring to hear, Dr. Pientz. What can you tell me about the Thirty Years War? PIENTZ: Hm. Massive conflict between the church and some other sects, I think. Not all of them Christian. Quite a bit of paranormal activity going on in Central Europe at the time. Something about witch hunts and inquisitions, but I couldn't tell you anything more. ORION: That's alright. How about the English Civil War? You mentioned you were quite well-versed with English affairs of the time. PIENTZ: Now that I can tell you quite a bit about. Cromwell was a witch. Puritan, yes, but he employed occult rituals in an attempt to consolidate his power over the Protectorate. It just so happened that the requirements for turning an entire province into living thaumic conduits aligned with the Puritan laws of morality and goodness imposed on the English. ORION: I take it he did not succeed? PIENTZ: He did for a while, actually. But it turned him into a lich and he had to be exorcized by a multidenominational coalition of bishops and priests. Although, if you ask me, he was already a lich when he had Charles I executed. ORION: How come? PIENTZ: Regicide confers unimaginable power to beings like them. Well. It's dependent on the strength of a nation's belief in monarchy as an institution, but then again, you wouldn't dismiss a nuclear weapon just because it's a few kilotons short of a Fat Man, would you? ORION: I see. We'll have to cross check this afterwards, though. PIENTZ: Absolutely. Again, all of this is coming from memory, so there are probably a few gaps in what I've just said. + Log 7655/1/05 + - Log 7655/1/05 - Subject: Dr. Quintiliano Extent of Awareness: Subject currently employed in Department of History, attached to containment and study of SCP-████. Specialization in the European early modern period. SCP-7655 Instance: SCP-7655-A Procedure: Subject is instructed to read SCP-7655 instance in its entirety prior to and after application of Class-E mnestic. Result: Subject experienced severe migraines during second reading. See transcript excerpt. QUINTILIANO: Christ. Our version of the 17th century is sanitized as hell. There's an entire Occult War back here and we've been glossing over it this whole time. ORION: What sort of scale are we looking at? QUINTILIANO: Every conflict or battle I can remember involved some degree of anomalous phenomena, and the things we don't remember just get increasingly ridiculous. Most likely related to the loosening of power by the Catholic Church. They had their own proto-Veil going up until 1618, when it literally went out the window when some witches defenestrated a Papal delegation in Prague. ORION: And the witch hunts? QUINTILIANO: Still as ineffective in capturing and executing actual witches and occultists as previously thought. The Catholic humiliation in Bohemia only emboldened them, if nothing else. They were everywhere in the Holy Roman Empire, offering their services on the battlefields and dramatically increasing casualty rates. The Pope had to turn a blind eye since everyone was doing it, even the Habsburgs, and also because there was no way they weren't aware of all these paranormal mercenaries popping up. After a certain point the witch hunts were just show trials to placate Rome and their institutions. ORION: You mention witches, but what of the alchemists? QUINTILIANO: Generally speaking, European monarchies were becoming more liberal with their use of the occult and alchemy. They have always spoken out against it in public but would actively pursue studies for the philosopher's stone and such in private. The Renaissance only exacerbated this as people rediscovered old tomes and systemes, improving them in hidden Nexi and havens like Esterberg. Alchemists, mages, and even witches entered the services of anyone with enough coin, and eventually things started getting past the Veil put up by Rome. Cue the events of 1618. ORION: I see. We'll look at the alterations to the Thirty Years War in further detail later. Is there anything else you'd like to touch upon? QUINTILIANO: There's the Deluge, as well. When the Swedes pillaged the Commonwealth, it would seem that they stole away the reliquaries and other Catholic artifacts. I can't remember their usage being well-documented, but I do believe there was the intent to somehow convert these saints to the Lutheran faith and have them bless their forces instead. ORION: I'm assuming this failed? QUINTILIANO: Yes. Again, this part wasn't well-documented so I can't possibly remember reading about it, even if it is from an altered historical reality. I suspect it may have been the Papacy finally getting their act together, but anomalous groups ceased to operate so openly by the end of the 17th century. And it was going so well, too. The potential for the ascendancy of man beyond the pettiness of religious denomination or the price of grain. Sie würden lieber den Fluch der Sonne ertragen, als das Evangelium der Sterne anzunehmen.5 ORION: What was that? QUINTILIANO: A quote, I believe. I don't remember where it came from, but if I had to guess, it's from the effects of SCP-7655. + Log 7655/1/09 + - Log 7655/1/09 - Subject: Dr. Wu Extent of Awareness: Subject currently employed in Department of History, attached to containment and study of SCP-████. Specialization in Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynastic periods. SCP-7655 Instance: SCP-7655-B Procedure: Subject is instructed to read SCP-7655 instance in its entirety prior to and after application of Class-E mnestic. Result: Subject experienced severe migraines during second reading. See transcript excerpt. WU: Your records describe the fall of the Ming in great detail, but they fall short of describing its near-total collapse. ORION: "Your?" WU: Sorry. Just doesn't feel right calling it "ours." Things are too different now. ORION: I see. Please continue. WU: Stories of the magical liberations in Europe were spread far and wide by the Jesuits, setting the stage for everything turned on its head to the chagrin of the imperial palace and the powers that be. Every peasant a mage or warlord in the making, the only deciding factor being how desperate they were to survive. Did you know that mass human sacrifice has always been the most straightforward catalyst for occult practices? It's a shame, though. All that loss of life and not a peep of enlightenment amongst the rabble. No wheat in the chaff of China, see. The good ones have already been hidden away. ORION: Could you elaborate on that? WU: I don't think I can. ORION: Very well. What about the nearby regions? Any discrepancies in East Asia? WU: I have nothing for Korea. But the Tokugawa, foresighted hierophants among them, foolishly chose to reject the developments seen in China. They would rather cut off the world to preserve their terrestrial existences than try to embrace something greater than themselves. I remember another island nation of this strain. The fifth Fae kingdom. They never did come back. ORION: Could you elaborate on that? WU: I'm afraid I can't do that either. It's like the information slips into my mind but it was only ever in passing. Holes in my memory. ORION: All right then. + Log 7655/1/12 + - Log 7655/1/12 - Subject: Dr. Pientz Extent of Awareness: Subject currently employed in Department of Thaumatology. Subject has passing knowledge of 17th century European history. Subject is fluent in Latin. SCP-7655 Instance: SCP-7655-C Procedure: Subject is instructed to read SCP-7655 instance in its entirety prior to and after application of Class-E mnestic. Result: Subject experiences severe migraines and vomiting. Follow-up interview postponed by 3 hours to allow recovery. ORION: Thanks again for agreeing to the follow-up, Dr. Pientz. Now, could you describe the differences, if any, in the text in your second reading? PIENTZ: Well, we already knew that Newton rejected the Trinity and immortal soul… He's pulled passages from the Bible to justify this. I don't know if it's our Bible. ORION: Meaning? PIENTZ: That is, I'm confident this means there's content in modern publications of the Bible that are hidden by SCP-7655. I've read the entirety of the Old and New Testament hundreds of times. I can tell when something's wrong. ORION: Hm. We'll have to forward this information to Abrahamics. PIENTZ: In hindsight, it's glaringly obvious. Here, I'll show you. <Pientz moves towards SCP-7655-C, flipping through it in search of specific pages. Orion rises from their seat to watch.> PIENTZ: The mnestics wear off within an hour, but if you look at this passage here — right after the one taking a dig at the First Council of Nicaea. ORION: What am I looking for? PIENTZ: 'The Pantokrator's Great Work is hidden in the earth and the flesh and the aether and the seas. There is power in the blood, and yet the Systeme is rendered null by lesser powers. A trial for those who would drink of water stagnant, festering putrid.' ORION: 'I have seen golden light refracted through umber skies, as I have the cracks in the Systeme. The reign of Popery remains untouchable even when the princes and kings of the world dance to different tunes.' PIENTZ: You see, as I have, flanks of mages decimating the peasant armies. The alchemists laboring over mercury and sulphur and salt. The reclusive witches of old gazing down at the paltry witch hunts from the tops of forests and mountains. They see and hear the Heavens, for they are all the more closer to it than common Man. ORION: Echoes within echoes of the fragmenting Systeme, awaiting a Requiem composed by the Pantokrator Himself. I have seen and heard of little hamlets in Germania, privy to His Symphony sung by the Stars, dancing to His Repertoire with fury and fervour. I have seen and heard of an emperor of India, who had so closely deciphered the Heavenly Evangelium, only for his works to be destroyed by his progeny. PIENTZ: The fools in Rome and Versailles and Vienna and Stockholm think themselves closest to Him, but what could the worms deep in the earth possibly understand of the Celestial sphere? The barbaric forces that seek to corrupt this Systeme will surely hunt for the faithful. They will strive to erase the Heavenly Evangelium from the four corners of the World and of the Mind. ORION: Even demons may don the robes of holy men and weave their poison into holy texts. I do not believe they will overlook these writings, but for those who may see and hear the Symphony the Evangelium will never be far behind. PIENTZ: These documents may be the only thing concealing the true history of the 17th century, and it's very possible that more of these exist. Do you understand what this means, Dr. Orion? ORION: I believe I do, Dr. Pientz. Addendum 7655.02 It is believed that among the other instances of SCP-7655 that exist, they most likely serve to obscure the effects of the so-called Fifth Occult War across the rest of the world, with emphasis on the Ottoman, Safavid, and Mughal empires, and to a lesser extent any anomalous phenomena in the Americas. The identification and acquisition of any and all undiscovered SCP-7655 instances is considered top priority. The acquisition of SCP-7655-C is currently underway, pending a formal agreement from the Papacy involving its exchange for minor Catholic artifacts in Anomalous Items storage. Footnotes 1. All 3 documents are commonly referred to as the Peace of Westphalia, which concluded the Thirty Years' War and Eighty Years' War. 2. Precursor containment organization, formerly active in China and East Asia. 3. Anomalous neurological disease associated with the sudden intake of esoteric knowledge without appropriate mental fortifications. 4. The late 19th century conflict previously associated with this term will be classified as the Sixth Occult War in official documentation moving forward. 5. Translated from German: They chose to suffer the curse of the Sun than accept the gospel of the Stars. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7655" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7655. Licensed under CC-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: treaty.jpg Name: The Ratification of the Treaty of Munster, Gerard Ter Borch (1648) Author: Gerard Ter Borch License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7656 | keter | Item #: SCP-7656 Special Containment Procedures: Embedded Foundation agents within the U.S. Federal Communications Commission are to install 7656V61 software among all signal broadcasting towers across the United States and Canada. If any of the devices record an SCP-7656-1 event, they are to activate an interception signal on all devices within a 25-kilometer radius of the initial detection for the duration of the SCP-7656-1 event. Any transmissions intercepted by 7656V6 devices are to be recorded both locally and externally for further analysis. Agents within the Telecommunications Monitoring Office are to monitor the region affected by the SCP-7656-1 event for a period of 48 hours following any events, in addition to embedded Foundation agents within the U.S. Federal Communications Commission monitoring potential information breaches within any broadcasting system which may have witnessed the SCP-7656-1 event. Description: SCP-7656 is an estimated 1.78m tall Caucasian male with disheveled brown hair that reaches its shoulders. SCP-7656 will appear during SCP-7656-1 Events in a state of delirium, psychological stress, physical stress, injury, and/or being physically assaulted by SCP-7656-2 instances. In SCP-7656-1 Events, SCP-7656 will wear a black and white business suit and white sunglasses over its eyes. SCP-7656-1 is a spontaneous broadcast interruption that will occur on any given day between the hours of 21:14 to 23:20 Central Daylight Time, broadcast from an unidentified source that will periodically appear on television broadcasts within the Northern U.S. and Southern Canada. These broadcasts have been recorded to vary in length from 00:03, to 06:372. All SCP-7656-1 Events are identifiable from a unique electromagnetic wave pattern emanating from the temporary source of the disruption, and will always contain SCP-7656 paired with distorted audio and video. Frequently, the SCP-7656-1 Events will contain entities wearing traditional French maid outfits paired with a black face mask, dubbed SCP-7656-2. SCP-7656-2 instances have black hair, and are difficult to differentiate between other instances due to the identical similarities in its clothing and facial covering. All SCP-7656-1 Events contain a consistent theme of SCP-7656-2 instances attacking and torturing SCP-7656 with varying means of implementation. The source of SCP-7656-1 Events is currently unknown to the Foundation. SCP-7656-1 Events are sporadic in nature, with no discernible pattern of events being identified. Discovery: On November 22nd, 1986, three separate SCP-7656-1 Events occurred within the cities of Detroit, Michigan, U.S., and Dayton, Ohio, U.S. during local evening news coverage. Due to the unknown origin of the events, and the unique broadcast signal discovered, SCP-7656 was deemed anomalous and efforts were made to limit civilian knowledge following the conclusion of Incident-7656-1-1. Recordings of the SCP-7656-1 Events were seized from broadcasting stations that experienced the SCP-7656-1 Event. Incident-7656-1 21:14: Approximately 7,456 houses within Detroit experienced an SCP-7656-1 Event lasting 00:09. The event did not contain any discernable audio, only containing a humanoid figure in an unlit room. 21:54: Approximately 7,224 houses within Detroit experienced a second SCP-7656-1 Event lasting for 00:13. TV-Broadcaster: You'll never believe what happened next- The SCP-7656-1 event interrupts the feed. SCP-7656: For the love of god, tell me this thing is on. Hello? The SCP-7656-1 event ceases. A story was implemented of technical issues within the broadcasting department that experienced both SCP-7656-1 events. No further action was necessary for the Foundation at the time. 22:59: Approximately 234 houses within Dayton experienced a SCP-7656-1 event lasting for 01:04. TV-Broadcaster: In sports news, Mike Tyson has officially became the youngest heavyweight champion in boxing history. Footage will be availa- ….. -coverage of Wayne Gret- SCP-7656 appears in front of the camera adorning a black surgical face mask. It paces a few feet backward while staring at the camera. SCP-7656: Am I allowed to go? SCP-7656 laughs. SCP-7656: I think it's time for the show. Lets all just know to go with the flow and enjoy what goes! SCP-7656 tugs at their hair. SCP-7656: How did I get here?! What did I do?! SCP-7656 screams and laughs. Knocking is heard from somewhere within the room. SCP-7656: They're coming to get me! Help or they'll get you! SCP-7656 laughs as a single SCP-7656-2 instance approaches it. SCP-7656 stares at the camera. SCP-7656: Ah! You motherfuckers. SCP-7656-2: Shut the fuck up bitch! The SCP-7656-2 instance hits SCP-7656 with a fly swatter numerous times. SCP-7656: (Indiscernible) The SCP-7656-1 event ceases. TV-Broadcaster: I'm sorry folks, we appear to be experiencing some major technical issues at this moment. Please standby. The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-7656 via the interception of numerous phone calls by the Telecommunications Monitoring Office. Agents were dispatched from Site-11 and Site-81 to Dayton where a cover story was established that the SCP-7656-1 Event was a TV hijacking. Further news stories and the spread of information was controlled to prevent the knowledge of the SCP-7656-1 Event from spreading to more individuals. All recordings containing or referencing SCP-7656 or sensitive information were seized and brought to Site-81 for storage and analysis. Further investigation and efforts to determine the location and identity of SCP-7656 were inconclusive. SCP-7656 was confirmed to be anomalous following two back-to-back SCP-7656-1 Events in Bend, U.S. on November 29th, 1986. Incident-7656-2 22:02: Approximately 102 households within Deschutes County, Oregon, U.S. experienced the SCP-7656-1 Events, which occurred for the duration of 00:42 and 00:31. TV-Broadcaster: Soon we will be having a segment coming up about how you and your family should have a great Thanksgiving this- ….. -of the- ….. SCP-7656 appears in front of the camera, laughing. SCP-7656: Live, from the middle of batfuck nowhere! It's a sequel we all wanted after the first came with so much success! It's the late-night show with (Indiscernable)! You can hold your applause. SCP-7656 claps and yells. SCP-7656: They couldn't put me down. I filled the bowl. SCP-7656 shows a middle finger to the camera. SCP-7656: They did it! Are you happy America? SCP-7656 laughs and starts violently coughing. SCP-7656: Anybody have an Aspirin? Connection is re-established to the original broadcasting studio, ending the first SCP-7656-1 event to occur at the station. TV-Broadcaster: I am so sorry ladies and gentlemen, we have no idea as to what that was. Our technicians are working to figure that out. If you will please- ….. -remain-….. -again? The second SCP-7656-1 Event occurs. SCP-7656 is heard laughing. SCP-7656: Shut the frick up liberal! We got a real spoiler over here trying to ruin our fun! SCP-7656 yells. An SCP-7656-2 instance enters the frame holding a tray containing teacups and a gallon bottle of bleach with a label over it reading "tea". SCP-7656: It's that time of night where we get to kick back and relax with the boys! The SCP-7656-2 pours some of the bleach into one of the teacups. SCP-7656 grabs the teacup and proceeds to drink its contents, spilling the majority of it on its face. SCP-7656-2: Seconds? SCP-7656: No thanks, ma'am. SCP-7656 begins yelling prior to violently coughing, ending the SCP-7656-2 event. The feed cuts back to the TV studio. TV-Broadcaster: What just happened? Did that man just drink bleach? Ladies and gentlemen at home, please stand by. All recordings of the 4th and 5th SCP-7656-1 Events were seized, in addition to similar protocols to cover the SCP-7656-1 Event as a TV hijacking. Following Incident-7656-1-2, surveillance technology was placed within all TV broadcasting studios in the U.S. in the event of a following SCP-7656-1 event until proper containment mechanisms could be developed. No further SCP-7656-1 Events were recorded for the remainder of 1986 and 1987. Containment procedures were relaxed following the October 18th, 1987 conclusion that the SCP-7656-1 Events in 1986 were isolated events in nature. On June 14th, 1988, the Foundation intercepted numerous reports from civilians across Hill County, Montana, U.S. detailing a TV hijacking similar to an SCP-7656-1 Event. At the time that Foundation agents began to monitor the broadcast in which the SCP-7656-1 event was occurring, researchers were able to further isolate unique properties shown occurring during SCP-7656-1 Events, assisting in the development of 7656V1 devices. Incident-7656-3 21:30: Approximately 104 households within Hill County, Montana, U.S. witnessed an SCP-7656-1 Event lasting for the duration of 06:37. SCP-7656 appears and bobs its head for 6 seconds before speaking. SCP-7656: It has been a while! But here we are, back again! SCP-7656 laughs. SCP-7656: It's really funny 'cause some of our critics are trying to end it all way before it should! SCP-7656 violently coughs before whispering. Audio distortion seen on all other SCP-7656-1 events was not present as SCP-7656 began whispering. SCP-7656: (Indiscernible) Get help. End it all.(Indiscernible) Two SCP-7656-2 instances carrying golf clubs enter the frame. SCP-7656-2: Are you ready for the game? SCP-7656 laughs as one SCP-7656-2 instance escorts SCP-7656 to a wall visible on camera, tying its arms to the wall. The second instance sets up a golf tee and places a bag of golf balls on the ground next to it. The SCP-7645-2 instance subduing SCP-7656 against the wall walks next to the SCP-7656-2 instance setting up the golf tee, before it begins to swing golfballs at SCP-7656 while the other SCP-7656-2 instance claps. SCP-7656 yells as the golfballs strike it. SCP-7656-2: Hole in 1! Both SCP-7656-2 instances continue to hit golf balls towards SCP-7656 for 2-minutes. SCP-7656-2: This is what happens, Titus. The SCP-7656-2 instances hit golf balls at SCP-7656 for another minute prior to ceasing activity and untying SCP-7656 from the wall. Both SCP-7656-2 instances walk out of frame as SCP-7656 walks back up to the camera with numerous bruises visible across its face. SCP-7656: There you have it ladies and gentlemen! Stay tuned for more sports footage! SCP-7656 hums the theme song to; "Mike Tyson's Punch-Out!!". The SCP-7656-1 Event subsequently ceases. This SCP-7656 Event is the longest currently known to the Foundation. Analysis of the game theme hummed by SCP-7656 prior to the termination of the SCP-7656-1 Event concluded that SCP-7656 is able to adapt to media and global events not limited to a date prior to Incident-7656-1-1. Furthermore, analysis conducted during the SCP-7656 Event resulted in the development of 7656V1 devices, which were promptly placed throughout North America. Recording capabilities were not present within the devices at that time. 7656V1 devices documented the successful interception of 7 separate SCP-7656-1 events from June 14th, 1988 - June 19th, 1989. On January 19th, 1989, numerous reports were made describing an SCP-7656-1 Event in Bangor, Maine, U.S.3 Incident-7656-4 23:02: 7 households within Bangor, Maine, U.S. witnessed the SCP-7656-1 event lasting for the duration of 02:18. SCP-7656 yells loudly and is seen clutching its head while facing down. A single SCP-7656-2 instance is seen in the room with a bat. SCP-7656: Why are you taking away my voice? Do you hate me that much? You all loved our show the first time around! Did we fall off? SCP-7656-2: It was your fault bitch. SCP-7656: No! Don't do it! The SCP-7656-2 instance attacks SCP-7656 with the bat, striking them 7 times. SCP-7656: I would look to formally apologize to the American public for this gross betrayal of your trust. I assure you, it will never happen again! SCP-7656-2: Not good enough! The SCP-7656-2 instance ceases the attack and leaves the frame. SCP-7656 is heard panting prior to laughing and falling on the ground. Approximately 21 seconds later, at least two SCP-7656-2 instances are heard quietly conversing. For the purpose of documentation, both instances were labeled as "SCP-7656-2-A" and "SCP-7656-2-B". SCP-7656-2-A: What do we do next? SCP-7656-2-B: Wait. Titus will be out for a few days at least. SCP-7656-2-A: But what about them? They are actively trying to shut us down. SCP-7656-2-B: We'll find a way. SCP-7656-2-A: What are we going to do with Titus if we can't broadcast him? SCP-7656-2-B: You know what. He deserves what is coming to him. SCP-7656-2-A: He didn't actually do the act though. SCP-7656-2-B: Never forget that they all are responsible. They brought this on themselves. The SCP-7656-1 event ceases naturally. The 14 civilians witnessing the event were amnesticized rather than given a cover story due to the limited number of civilians exposed to the SCP-7656-1 Event. Further analysis as to the identity of SCP-7656 began. Following Incident-7656-1-4, 7656V2 devices were developed, implemented, and placed at broadcasting stations across North America due to the risk of technological failures within 7656V1 devices. From Incident-7656-1-4 until September 30th, 1995, approximately 76 SCP-7656-1 events were intercepted by 7656V2 devices lasting for a duration between 00:00:15 - 00:03:24. Given the frequency of events, development began on 7656V3 devices to allow for the transcription of SCP-7656-1 Events. Development finished on 7656V3 devices on August 19th, 1995. On September 30th, 1995, an SCP-7656-1 Event was intercepted over Vancouver, Canada, and successfully recorded. Transcription-7656-1 22:18: 0 households within Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, witnessed an SCP-7656-1 event lasting for the duration of 00:39. SCP-7656 is bobbing in front of the camera and humming an indiscernible song. SCP-7656: Wait. Is this thing on? Am I allowed to speak again? SCP-7656 laughs and claps. SCP-7656: I'm so fucking happy right now that I can barely….. Hold it in! SCP-7656 jumps and laughs again. SCP-7656: Hats off to you folks for letting me perform again! Though this I believe I am not quite pulling in the numbers I was expecting. SCP-7656 picks up a TV remote. SCP-7656: Let's see what else is on. SCP-7656 laughs. SCP-7656: It's all shit! SCP-7656 throws the TV remote to the ground. SCP-7656: Be responsible! Don't go making any mistakes! Don't go doing any murders! SCP-7656 laughs and ceases the SCP-7656-1 event. With the proven success of 7656V3 devices, development efforts began on the creation of 7656V4 devices to get significantly clearer audio and video transcriptions of SCP-7656-1 events. From Incident-7656-1-5 to December 22nd, 2006, approximately 89 SCP-7656-1 events were recorded. Although the vast majority contained little to no discernable audio. SCP-7656-1 events which did contain discernable audio did not bring notable information regarding the identity of SCP-7656 and as such, transcriptions are omitted for brevity. During March of 2006, both 7656V4 and 7656V5 devices were completed providing adjustments in the reliability of devices and the quality of the footage transcribed. Transcription-7656-2 21:19: 0 households within Boston, Massachusetts, U.S. experienced an SCP-7656-1 event lasting for the duration of 01:56. SCP-7656 is holding a newspaper and a lighter. SCP-7656: To all of the newspaper nerds! A little gift for you. SCP-7656 sets the newspaper on fire. Despite the progression of the fire, SCP-7656 does not release the newspaper until it has caught fire to its hand. SCP-7656 then laughs while shaking out the fire on its hand. SCP-7656: Oh Jesus. An SCP-7656-2 instance walks into the frame carrying a bowling ball. SCP-7656-2: Bowling, anyone? SCP-7656: That sounds lovely! SCP-7656 laughs as the SCP-7656-2 instance drops the bowling ball on SCP-7656's foot. A loud bang is heard outside of the camera shot. SCP-7656-2: Shit! The SCP-7656-2 instance runs out of the camera frame towards the source of the sound. SCP-7656 laughs. SCP-7656: Where are they going? Silence is heard for approximately 21 seconds until a loud explosion is heard from behind the wall that SCP-7656 is standing against. SCP-7656: Finally! I'm free! A second explosion is heard from the wall, upon which the SCP-7656-1 event ceases. At approximately 21:14 the following day, a second SCP-7656-1 event was recorded from the same devices within Boston, U.S. lasting for the duration of 02:09. The wall behind SCP-7656 has been reduced to rubble. SCP-7656 is seen sitting against the rubble while laughing and crying. SCP-7656: They didn't get me. They forgot me. They didn't get me. They forgot me. They didn't get me. They forgot me. They didn't get me. They forgot me. They didn't get me. They forgot me. They didn't get me. They forgot me. They didn't get me. They forgot me. They didn't get me. They forgot me. They didn't get me. They forgot me. 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On February 15th, 2010, the development of 7656V6 devices was completed and the implementation of devices to replace 7656V5 devices began. On February 18th, an SCP-7656-1 event occurred in Coeur d'Alene, U.S. which was one of the last remaining areas using 7656V5 devices. Transcription-7656-3 22:46: 0 households within Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, U.S. experienced an SCP-7656-1 event lasting 01:22. SCP-7656-1 laughs. SCP-7656: First I wasn't brought along, and now you all are trying even harder to hide my beautiful face? SCP-7656 yells. SCP-7656: I hear them digging. But I know they're not coming to save me! My chances are fading! SCP-7656 paces around the room and starts coughing violently. SCP-7656: Even if I try to end it all, my chances always just fall, because I am trapped inside this wall, for something that was barely my fault at all. SCP-7656 punches at the rubble. SCP-7656: A new challenge! Who can hold their breath the longest? Spoiler alert, it's me! It gets easier when you have no air to breathe. SCP-7656 laughs. SCP-7656: Remember kids, if you ever want to be like me all you need are the right friends and a bad motivation! SCP-7656 walks directly to the camera and stares into it. SCP-7656: Why didn't you get me help? Are you that scared of me? You don't have to be! It wasn't me who did it! SCP-7656 laughs. SCP-7656: I know the others had help after millions witnessed their performance! I guess no one knew about little old me thanks to your actions. The camera beeps rapidly, indicative of many digital cameras at the time which beeped rapidly prior to powering off. SCP-7656: Oh no! Is that a bomb? Looks like this will be the finale of the show! I hope you all enjoyed watch- The SCP-7656-1 event ceases. It is believed that the camera used to record SCP-7656-1 events lost all of its battery, preventing the broadcast of SCP-7656-1 events. Based on the footage provided, efforts were reinvigorated to discover the location of SCP-7656-1. On November 22nd, 2023, the internal broadcasting systems of Site-11, Site-55, and Site-81 experienced an SCP-7656-1 Event following numerous failures in the 7656V6 devices present. Transcription-7656-4 23:11: Approximately 1,490 Foundation personnel witnessed an SCP-7656-1 event lasting for the duration of 02:34. SCP-7656 appears in a well-lit room. Rainbow-colored paper is seen decorating the walls and several variations of different colors of helium balloons are visible. SCP-7656 has numerous bruises across its face and a black eye. SCP-7656 additionally appears malnourished in contrast to the last known footage of SCP-7656. Words spraypainted in the background are visible, reading, "We found you!" and, "Even when the cameras are off, the fun never ends!" SCP-7656: After so long, it is time for a return we have all been waiting for! Since our last venue was brought out of commission, we have had to find a new place to broadcast from! SCP-7656 looks around the room. SCP-7656: And what better way to celebrate than to have a party! Right on our birthday! Numerous confetti launchers concealed from the vision of the camera go off simultaneously. SCP-7656: We all hope you didn't forget about us! Some things you forget right away! SCP-7656-2: Others you will never forget for decades. SCP-7656: In those cases, you should forgi-….. The SCP-7656-1 Event ceases for approximately 18 seconds. When the event resumes, SCP-7656 is in a visibly different position and SCP-7656-2 is out of frame. SCP-7656's nose is bleeding and there is a visible crack in SCP-7656's sunglasses. SCP-7656: No point in wasting any of our time! Let's get onto the cake! SCP-7656 sits down as two SCP-7656-2 instances approach SCP-7656 with a cake topped with 60 candles. Both SCP-7656-2 instances sing the song "Happy Birthday To You" and then shove SCP-7656's face onto the cake while the candles remain lit. The SCP-7656-2 instances keep SCP-7656's face there until their hair lights on fire, at which point they let SCP-7656 go, at which point SCP-7656 puts out the fire in its hair. SCP-7656: The cake tastes so good! Do you have any presents for me? Both SCP-7656-2 instances give SCP-7656 two presents. SCP-7656 begins to open all of them. SCP-7656: Ah, you shouldn't have, it's- ….. -with- ….. -and a teddy bear!? Foundation technicians attempt to use 7656V6 devices to cease the SCP-7656-1 event. SCP-7656-2: Looks like someone is trying to end our show early. SCP-7656 stands up and walks toward the camera. SCP-7656: Looks like our show will have to end early! Make sure to stay tuned for when we make our return soon! SCP-7656 laughs as the SCP-7656-1 event ceases. A severe analysis of all three sites' internal security systems and the status of on-site 7656V6 devices has resulted in an inconclusive test as to how the SCP-7656-1 event managed to bypass the 7656V6 devices present. Development on the hypothetical implementation of higher-power 7656V7 devices has begun. Larger efforts have been placed in order to identify the location of SCP-7656. As of 22 Dec 2024 23:25, this is the most recent SCP-7656-1 Event. Footnotes 1. The 6th iteration of a signal-detecting device utilized to detect, transcribe, and intercept any and all SCP-7656-1 events. 2. The transcribed time is recorded in a "(MINUTE):(SECOND)" format. 3. One of the last remaining areas in which 7656V1 devices had not yet been installed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7656" by VapidPoem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7656. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7657 | safe | Today is a Sunday. I decide to go outside after weeks of creative bankruptcy. Item#: SCP-7657 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo It's the last leg of March. I step between the cracks, occasionally walking into puddles and soaking my socks. I feel like a fool hoping that this cloudy season would clear up soon. Tired. I've been tired for some time now. This project I'm supposed to be working on, I doubt it'll be finished. It's been on the bench, glaring at me and growing cobwebs. I only ever make a few adjustments every so often. Writing is hard. Lately, I've been stuck at a roadblock. My head hurts after frequently trying to strike colors out of my noggin. Even now, I decided to take a walk following a brief session of watching paint dry. Clear out the fog, clear my thoughts, maybe find something to distract myself. The grass in the neighbors' yards sway in the light breeze as they shake away the shower. The cars pass by, shooting light rays to substitute for a lack of sunlight piercing through the clouds. It's cold. It's been so for a while now. And my mind is filled with nothing but crumpled papers. I can never really stray from my pen and paper. I look down and sigh before taking notice of my appearance. My glasses are stained. My shoes are untied. My trousers are wrinkled. My hoodie is unwashed. Unkempt, I look like a mess. My stomach twists into a knot, urging me to rush into indoor calmness. I'm not used to the taste of unorthodoxy. I find myself turning to the clouds and seeing half-formed sentences. I see a different person in the mirror, a darkening sight with time to waste. I shouldn't be outside, but maybe I'll find some color midway through. Hold your head high and keep walking. Keep walking, keep going. I don't even know where I'm going, though. Walking around the neighborhood should be enough, but no signs of ideation. Maybe faster, maybe slower. Maybe I'll ponder why I even bother to begin with. Why am I doing this anyway? I should go back home and forget I even went out. My throat is clogging, my eyes are tracking, and my heart is weighing me. I can try again tomorrow. It doesn't matter. But no, my legs insist and move on their own. "Hey, how about we head to that one café down the block? That sounds neat, doesn't it?" I pause, then feel the need to go ahead. A cup of joe sounds nice, I guess. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the generally non-disruptive nature of SCP-7657, it is considered self-containing. Due to this, the anomaly is to be left at its original location with minimal intervention from Foundation staff. Any further developments regarding SCP-7657 should be noted accordingly. I doubt I'll ever get used to going out in public. Every time I meet eyes with a stranger, I see a description. I make out bullet points, character traits, hobbies, and hidden potential. The walls, the buildings, the crowd, they all blend into an untapped promise. My thoughts drown out in a sea of wasted ink. My head hangs low without lifting an inch. I can taste the dust in the wind. Breathe in, breathe out. What am I even doing here? I'm a sore thumb, a walking thundercloud. No, at this point, it doesn't matter. Just go in and get what you need. The building is right there, its citrus lights staring at you. There's only a handful of customers, too. It makes sense, with how early it is in the morning. Hold your breath and hold your stand. You're shaking. Just open the door. Balls of light hang from the ceiling, and chalky brick walls surround me, carrying oil paintings of vaguely smiling people. Plants rest in the corners of the wooden floor, and radio music hums from the audience. I head to the counter, the barista greeting me as I fixate on the menu below me. Americano, cappuccino, mocha latte. They sound like great names. Characters, perhaps. Maybe the frappuccino and caramel macchiato knew each other. Maybe the latter wanted to strive for a taste of espresso. After some time, it decided to leave, and after every trip and mishap, their bond grew bitter, so bitter that no amount of milk or sugar could make it taste any sweeter. The items melt into an incohesive mess, the words cut off abruptly, and the story lacks a narrative. Nothing about it makes sense, but it's just unfair. … I'll stick with a flat white. The frozen atmosphere greets me on my way out. I feel even more exhausted than usual. What a horrible idea. I'd be better off in bed. The mattress knows my outline, and the sheets know my scent. I'm sure it will welcome me with open arms and promise not to let go again. That's for the better. It should be, but it doesn't sound right. It doesn't sound right. … Something's missing. I'm still not ready. … Maybe I should stop trying altogether. Writing is hard, anyway. … I doubt it matters either way. … Maybe one more detour will do me good. Description: SCP-7657 defines an anomalous phenomenon surrounding the Public Gardens of Boston, Massachusetts. Its properties affect those who are present inside or nearby SCP-7657, increasing in intensity depending on how long subjects remain within the area. For some reason, I find myself strolling through the park. I guess I'm not ready to face the screen just yet. My legs probably want another excuse to do some more exercise. Regardless, I'm wasting my time wandering around an empty schedule when I should be composing. Every step here is a step away from my goals, every breath I spend is another wasted, every thought loses its potential for fortune. Why am I here? Why do I bother in the first place? No, I know. I promised mom that… Mom… I hope she's doing okay. I haven't visited her since moving out. Back then, I promised her stars. I said I'd leave my mark on the industry, but look where that led me. I didn't know what to say. She kept calling me, leaving voicemails and asking me how I'd been. I couldn't figure out how to bring the news to her, so I didn't bother. Sometimes, I forget how I left my mom in the dark. Other times, I try to forget. At some point, she gave up. She used to take me to the park. We'd go there every weekend, and we'd talk. Love interests, future careers, personal issues, whatever else we felt like saying. Mom even bought me an ice cream while we sat by the pond, gazing at the leaves and chatting the afternoon away. I'd order vanilla or strawberry. I'd kick my legs in the air. I'd hold her hand as our shoes scraped along the pathway. I'd remember that every step of the way. Even as I try to follow my past's footprints, I hope the same joys can find their way to me again. She was the first person who picked up what I put down. Mom pushed me forward, leading me to become an author like no other. She gave me those words of encouragement, those words of praise, those words of comfort. I wouldn't take the pen if it weren't for her. The ink staining my sheltered palms was the same she told me to embrace. The stories I hesitated to convey were the same she heard. The perspectives I stashed away were the same I relayed to her all those years ago. Where did the time go? I left the house searching for beauty, forgetting how ugly it gets. I promised my mom another star in the sky without grasping how dark it was at night. Writing's hard. Dropping it is worse. Giving up now, I might as well call her up now and apologize for all the memories we could have, the words I didn't say, how unfair it all felt. I wonder how she'd respond if she listened to me. A child lost in a supermarket, wanting to go home. How would she react? … I notice something in the corner of my eye. Something familiar. Those within the vicinity of SCP-7657 develop feelings of "calmness" and "serenity," displaying increased amounts of serotonin and Gamma-aminobutyric acid (GABA).1 Affected persons tend to exhibit these symptoms for roughly a week, where they then develop a more relaxed and contented behavior. My mom would probably slap me if she knew. So many memories As the swan boat gently rocks from side to side around the pond, I find myself swimming in these what-ifs. If mom heard — if she saw how her child is struggling to make a living, to leave a mark, to break the mold — she'd cry and slap me out of frustration. She'd tear up, asking me why I didn't tell her sooner. The scars I've hidden, the bruises on my knees. And then she'd embrace me, comforting me as she always did. She'd reassure me, nudging me forward just like old times. "You'll be the best of the best. I just know it." I mouth those words as I turn to my reflection on the water's surface. The bags under my eyes. The beastly hair. The lack of sun. Mom would still see the same person she raised all this time. She'd see the same child who spent every waking moment conceiving stories and refining their craft. Even as I am now, she'd smile and shrug it off, treating it as a simple change in appearance. I'll still be the same burning light in her eyes, albeit lost and misled. She's proud of me, I'm sure of it. No, I shouldn't give up now. Mom's watching me even now. She's hoping to see me on the news, shooting stars across the sky. She's waiting for her child in her arms and the memories they had together. She's still in line, ready to buy a signed copy. And as I relish in the realization, an idea strikes my head. My hands are tingling. The swan boat rests by the dock, and I leap out, quickly pacing myself out of the park. Step by step, word by word. A concept, a line, a paragraph or two. Clouds flee from above as my thoughts put themselves together. It starts with conflict, an issue to overcome over the rising action. Finally, it culminates into a climax, with the falling motion following suit, a conclusion tying the loose ends. I blink several times as the pieces fall into place. A recognizable sensation of innovation flows through my veins. I rush back home with a fresh coat of paint. My mind wanders into wonderland after god knows how long. This coffee tastes rejuvenating, more than I recall. I mumble a vague outline, a new point of view. I feel an itch to write, put myself into words, and project my experiences to a potential audience. The sun peers through as my mind clears. The gears are turning. The climax is just ahead. The ends of my lips rise as my pupils begin to glisten. Another stain on my palms, and I find myself waving to the people before me. Paper in hand, a tale to tell. I let out a sigh as I let my words pull me through. But before I do, my attention leads me to my phone on the desk. I pause. I should call my mom. Subjects have also shown a will to pursue their interests, having more motivation and commitment to any projects which may benefit them in achieving their goals. In cases where the person in question is noted to be secluded and private in nature, they are compelled to interact with other individuals, typically close acquaintances or family members. In addition, those affected by SCP-7657 have universally expressed a "justification with their life choices." … … … Today is a Sunday. I should go outside more. Footnotes 1. Gamma-aminobutyric acid is a neurotransmitter capable of blocking specific signals in the central nervous system, producing a calming effect and decreasing levels of anxiety, stress, and fear. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7657" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7657. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7658 | keter | SCP-7658 - Forgettable, That's What We Are Cowritten with the amazing notgull for Remixcon. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item №: SCP-7658 Level 3/7658 Classified Only known photo of Site-41 prior to SCP-7658's erasure from reality Special Containment Procedures: Recovery of SCP-7658 is considered a low priority at this time. Watchdog personnel throughout the world are to be given informal descriptions of SCP-7658. As these procedures overlap with measure for other anomalies and fugitives, very little additional manpower must be allocated to this project. The remains of the countermeasures for SCP-7658 at Site-41 are to be preserved for the foreseeable future. Description: SCP-7658 was an anomaly that was previously contained at Site-41. However, following a containment breach, SCP-7658 was erased from human cognition and Foundation records at a minimum. The only evidence of SCP-7658's existence is Site-41's countermeasures for handling such an anomaly. Site-41 has fifty-one specific containment chambers built between 1989 and 1992. These containment chambers are clad in layers of lead, soundproofing material and telepathic shielding, which would effectively block off all contact with the outside world. In contrast, Site-41 contains exclusively Safe and Euclid-class anomalies with mechanical components, with very few personnel cleared to work with memetic anomalies. Apparently random materials have been recovered from these containment chambers, including: Over fifteen thousand black sheets of paper. Several dozen empty pill bottles. The labels on these bottles are usually blank, but some are labeled as Class W "Mnestics" [sic]. A lattice of wires and metal plates, suspended from a wire in the center of the room. Forty-seven of the containment chambers have this lattice, and it is badly damaged in five of them. The corpses of several thousand arthropods, primarily spiders. Water misters placed on each wall of the chamber. These were still active at the time of discovery. Partial diagrams of an extremely complex machine. No complete diagram has been assembled yet, but it appears to be memetic in nature. Three bear traps. There are no records of these containment chambers after their construction. Their construction is well-documented; Foundation construction personnel have testified to their experiences building these containment chambers, although they are unable to remember who ordered them to be built. If records are to be believed, all of these containment chambers have been unused since their construction. Discovery: On 08/22/2010, Site-41 Chief of Operations Harold Utz was court marshaled and removed from his post following an embezzlement scandal. At this point, an audit of site resources was conducted to determine the extent of the embezzlement. One hundred and fifty-one containment chambers were found to be unused, according to records. One hundred of these chambers did not exist and were fabricated as a pretense for routing Site resources to Utz's own bank accounts. The remaining fifty-one were found to be constructed in very similar ways, as if to contain several different instances of the same anomaly. Analysis of site resources found other installations at Site-41 possible related to SCP-7658: A protocol to install water hydrants and blast doors at one-hundred meter intervals throughout Site-41. A regulation requiring all personnel to carry bug spray. Two chemical processing plants located on the lower levels of the Site. These have not been used since their construction in 1993. A large aquarium installed below the Site cafeteria. This aquarium does not contain any aquatic flora or fauna. It is theorized that these measures existed to contain SCP-7658. As no description of SCP-7658 was available, research personnel immediately began to derive SCP-7658's characteristics from its containment protocols. Originally, the primary theory was that SCP-7658 was a collection of insects or arachnids which were contained in these chambers. Researchers have noted the similarity between SCP-7658's effect on reality and the "amnestic" drugs used by the Foundation to erase evidence of the anomalous. Working theories indicate that SCP-7658 was a memetic anomaly that erased itself from human cognition, and that the containment chambers were built to contain it. No Foundation departments exist to contain anomalies of this kind. Therefore, the Amnestic Anomaly Task Force has been established at Site-41 to investigate SCP-7658 further. Addendum.7658.1: Recovered Document During investigation, one researcher of the Amnestic Anomaly Task Force noted that the chambers were arranged such that their midpoints, where the aforementioned lattices were, would be points on the surface of a sphere. The center of this sphere would then be directly underneath the aquarium in Site-41's cafeteria. After draining the aquarium to prevent water damage, research personnel shifted through the floor. This revealed a previously hidden room underneath the aquarium. This room contained a much larger lattice, a desiccated human corpse and a highly complex machine. Comparisons indicate that this machine is the same as the one partially diagrammed in the containment chambers. A hand-written document was found hidden in the walls of this room. It is reproduced below: We always understood that staring into the abyss would lead to us becoming monsters. I never realized how far we were willing to go. We've bent history, society and human behavior to our very bidding. For what? For a "normal" society built on hate and rage? We've controlled human consciousness itself with our development of amnestics. What did we do? We keep thousands of them locked up forever without parole. We have technology that could revolutionize the world. I was the one who helped develop it. Yet, we keep it locked up behind closed door, attached to an animal that cries out at night for its mother. The more I think, the less I am able to escape the conclusion that the Foundation has found itself on the wrong side of history, time and time again. But does it really matter when we're the ones who wrote history ourselves? I can't even begin to fathom what it looked like at its origin. This is a suicide note. I've come into the clarity that it is up to me to make the decisions that O5 Command has the unwillingness to make themselves. My machine, the maker of the amnestic drugs, it can be flipped into reverse. It'll take itself, me and the creature into oblivion. That's what history needs. The creature will escape; I've come to realize that. The creature knows; it sees into my thoughts and minds. What a poor thing. But, after all the monsters we've created, what's one more? To the next generation, those who find this corpse: I've worked hard to make sure you never remember this sacrifice. Let's make sure it was never in vain. Addendum.7658.2: Conclusion of Investigation After conferencing with the Cryptobiology Department, the Amnestic Anomaly Task Force has now produced a theory on what SCP-7658 is. Based on collected evidence, it is believed that SCP-7658 was a large instance of Astropecten saturnalia, or Saturn Starfish. This instance would have to be abnormally large; up to five times as large as a normal specimen, hence the need for containment. This theory also aligns with the large number of arthropods and the need for constant hydration. The "lattices" also align with the starfish theory, as hunters and pet owners report that such a construction can be used to prevent Saturn Starfish from leaving reality. The amnestic effects of specific specimens of the Saturn Starfish are also well known. Although normal Saturn Starfish are only able to shift briefly out of reality before returning, such a Starfish would likely be able to reach other parallel timelines with some effort. However, as human cognition roots physical objects and prevents them from shifting, wide Foundation awareness of SCP-7658 would have kept it from escaping. If the incident described in the above document is to be believed, then SCP-7658 has likely escaped to a reality much less prepared for its existence. Recovery is considered a low priority at this time. |
SCP-7659 | safe | ITEM #: 7659 Special Containment Procedures: The public awareness is that the area in the radius of 1km surrounding SCP-7659 is undergoing an extensive private landscaping project and has been barricaded. As of 03 May 2010, Dr. Rodgings' proposal to cease all containment efforts concerning SCP-7659 has been approved. Any further research orders that require access to SCP-7659 are to be authorized by Dr. Rodgings. Description: SCP-7659 is a small reception room situated directly beneath two meter diameter, 200km deep sinkhole located in █████████, East Yorkshire, England. Despite its depth, no physical damage is suffered by anything that impacts with the sinkhole’s base at maximum velocity. SCP-7659 features only a reception desk, similar in style to hotel kiosks, and a single polished oak door directly across. A human female appearing as roughly 40 years in age, designated SCP-7659-1, is permanently present behind the reception desk. All subjects that have been observed in SCP-7659 have initially been given a verbal greeting by SCP-7659-1, which then asks the subject for a small blood sample, taken using a small knife-like instrument. SCP-7659-1 then places the sample in a machine of unknown nature and function, similar in appearance to an industrial food blender. 5-9 seconds after SCP-7659-1 activates this mechanism, a small screen on it's frame displays any integer of value above 0. What determines this number is not known. The machine then prints a small ticket with the displayed number on it which SCP-7659-1 gives to the subject. SCP-7659-1 then encourages the subject to enter the room beyond the singular door. The door closes and locks immediately upon entry and cannot be unlocked or broken down. The appearance of the location after this point is unique for each subject and there is no pattern that can be used to predict what the location is. It is possible, as far as is observable, for the location to be situated anywhere at all and belong to any time. After a varying amount of time, the subject is always terminated in some way. After 3-10 minutes, the subject awakes in a different location, apparently unharmed and physically unaltered. The same sequence of events, designated SCP-7659-2, occurs the number of times equivalent to the number on the ticket given to the subject by SCP-7659-1. After this is completed the subject awakes in SCP-7659. Using quark kinesis tracking, it has been determined that all instances of SCP-7659-2 do not take place on Earth. SCP-7659 was discovered at 12 November 2007 when 52-year-old Patrick Leigh's corpse was found near its entrance. This came after a sparse series of reports to local media outlets of falling through the ground into a hotel reception room documented since 1972. Leigh apparently committed suicide via impaling his stomach with a nearby cut of slate. He was found holding a ticket numbered ‘79’. Supplementary investigation uncovered that Leigh had recently been arrested prior to his death by local security forces as a suspected serial killer responsible for the murder of 79 victims over a period of 6 years. It is uncertain whether there is any link between these statistics. Addendum: - Addendum 7659.1: Investigation Log 44-7659-1 Hide Log After Leigh's corpse had been discovered, anomalous properties were suspected, with media chronologists at Site-44 making connections to aforementioned media reports. A team of personnel operating in MTF Upsilon-46 ("Rabbits Down The Hole") was quickly assigned to the location, with Dr. Rodgings selected to lead on the case. The following transcript is taken from the investigation video log. Investigation Video Log Transcript Date: 06 January 2008 Subject: SCP-7659 Team Lead: Fay "Foxglove" Tramley Team Members: Peter "Shovel" Logger Audrey "Homestead" Mavis [BEGIN LOG] Personnel have been attached to harnesses and have begun descent into sinkhole. Foxglove: Seems sturdy enough. Never seen a sinkhole with an edge as smooth as this. Shovel: How many sinkholes have you been down? The closest thing I've ever got to a sinkhole was that interdimensional toilet. Foxglove: Consider yourself lucky. Sinkholes can be tricky even when they aren't anomalous, speaking as a former seismologist. Homestead: I see what you mean about the edge. It looks as though it were built. Engineered. Shovel: But who'd build a sinkhole in an empty nowhere in the middle of █████████? Foxglove: I mean it'll not be a first in terms of anomalous organization secret lairs. Homestead: But its not that. It's the same question as who'd want to build an interdimensional toilet. Maybe they're all little accidents. You know, maybe that's what it's all about, the anomalous. Little slip-ups in science. Shovel: Little slip-ups? Tell that to the eighty-billion world-ending super-gods the Foundation has to deal with. And not everything's scientific, don't make that mistake. Twenty-five minutes of climbing. The personnel are close to the base. Foxglove: Look down. Warm light projecting onto the sinkhole base. Foxglove: Looks artificial. That means- Homestead! Homestead's hook falls down past them and she falls while screaming. She can be heard hitting the floor after seven seconds. Foxglove mutters something unintelligible. Foxglove: Homestead? Homestead! Silence. Foxglove mutters something angrily. Foxglove: Stupid! Death from insecure harness! So bloody stupid! Foxglove and Shovel continue climbing at a quickened pace. Homestead: Uh, I'm OK! No damage! Shovel and Foxglove stop climbing. Foxglove: Nice one, Homestead. Do you have any visuals down there? Homestead: Uh, I think… yeah I think it's some sort of lobby or reception room. One other exit and-. Four seconds silence. Foxglove: Homestead? Homestead, can you hear me? Five seconds silence. Foxglove: Come on, Shovel, we need to get down there quick. Foxglove and Shovel continue climbing. They reach the base in three minutes and detach their harnesses. They are in a warmly lit reception room with a row of four waiting chairs backed against the wall across them. To the left there is a polished oak door. To the right there is a traditional style reception desk with office equipment, papers and a contraption similar in appearance to an industrial food blender placed on it. Behind the desk is SCP-7659-1. Homestead is sat on a waiting chair. Shovel and Foxglove retrieve arms. Homestead: Non-hostile thus far. SCP-7659-1 smiles at them and is completely unfazed. SCP-7659-1: Hello and welcome. Are any of you going to be using the service today? Foxglove: I want you to be aware that we will not hesitate to shoot you if we deem any of your actions as carrying hostile intent. SCP-7659-1: Well, unfortunately it's against my contract for me to die, but luckily I don't plan on anything hostile happening. Shovel: Who are you and what is this place? Foxglove: Leave the questions for Rodgings, that's not why we're here. SCP-7659-1: No, no, it's quite manageable. This place is to help people, that's right, whoever falls down that little divot, intentionally or not. I'm just here to help it do that by getting our visitors through that door right… Yes, that one, you can't- Shovel walks to the door and attempts to break it down by a series of strong hits and kicks. His attempts are unsuccessful. SCP-7659-1: Yes, sorry, it doesn't break down! You can only enter once I've passed you through! Shovel groans in frustration and stops trying to bring down the door. Shovel: And what does that involve? SCP-7659-1: I've been told not to give visitors that information until they have committed to the process. Foxglove: What do you mean? What process, what the hell is this? SCP-7659-1: The process of the service, when you enter that door. That's when the work begins. But, now, I don't believe that's why you're here. Foxglove: We're here to find out what the hell this place is and why it decided to show up here. Now, you're clearly not willing to let us achieve this without a fight so- SCP-7659-1: Pardon me but I am creating no barrier between you and your goal. The door's wide open if you accept the procedure. Now, if the Foundation really wants to know what this place is about, you'll just have to trust me and move forward. Shovel: How do you- Homestead: Don't. I'll do it. Foxglove: What? Homestead: I'll do whatever I have to do to get into that place. The other team members stare at Homestead for a few seconds. SCP-7659-1: Well done, Miss. Now, if you just want to come over here and I'll… Foxglove: Homestead, this is not a good idea. Homestead: This is an exploration mission, Foxglove. You might care about my life and I appreciate that, but the Foundation doesn't, so I'm going to face up to this thing and we'll be all the better for it. Homestead walks to the reception counter. SCP-7659-1 retrieves a small knife-like tool and uses it to puncture the skin on Homesteads index finger. SCP-7659-1 then follows the procedure described prior. After four seconds a display on the machine shows the number '3'. SCP-7659-1 smiles. The machine produces a small ticket with the number '3' printed on it. SCP-7659-1 gives this to Homestead. SCP-7659-1 touches Homestead's hand. SCP-7659-1: This is a good choice you're making, Miss. The door opens. Beyond it is dark hallway. Homestead walks through the door. SCP-7659-2 begins. (To maintain focus, after this point the log will solely use footage from Homestead's body camera). The door shuts. Homestead attempts to open the door but is unsuccessful. Homestead: Ah. Of course. Silly me. The hallway is decorated in the style of an early 20th century stately home. Windows reveal that a rainstorm is taking place. Homestead walks up the corridor and enters the third doorway into a large, highly furnished bedroom featuring a four-poster bed, oak dresser table and wardrobe. Homestead: Cosy. Homestead sits down on the bed. The wardrobe rattles. Homestead stands and investigates. Homestead opens the wardrobe revealing a emaciated middle-aged man brandishing a chef's knife. He then produces a screeching noise as he penetrates Homestead's abdomen with the knife. Homestead falls, gasping. The man jumps on Homestead and repeatedly stabs her back multiple times. After two minutes, Homestead's life signs cease. Six minutes static. Homestead is lying on the floor of some kind of public facility. Homestead slowly rises and is observably confused. She probes herself for injury. Homestead: I'm fine… alive? Homestead stands and surveys her surroundings. The location appears to be a post office. It is light outside, perceivable from windows. Nobody else is present. Homestead approaches the counter. Homestead: Hello? Is anyone on shift? No sound. Homestead: Must be short staffed. Homestead walks to the front door and exits the building. She steps onto a pavement/sidewalk on a street lined with terrace houses, eventually ending in turns on both ends. It is completely silent. Homestead: Wonderful day. I wonder if these are just layers of heaven. After looking up and down the street, Homestead begins to cross the road. Two seconds after she steps onto the road, she is impacted by a vehicle travelling at extreme speed. Camera turns to static less than a second after this. Eight minutes static. Homestead awakens in an arid shrubland environment featuring some vertical rock forms. After recuperating, Homestead stands. Some large unidentifiable fauna are moving in the distance. Homestead: Wha… Homestead examines a nearby rock form. A member of C. Dispar emerges from behind it. Both Homestead and the animal jump backwards in shock. They share a stare for a few seconds. Homestead regains composure and slowly approaches the animal. Homestead: Hi. I'm… um. I'm not gonna hurt you. The animal backs away further and makes a brief bleating sound. Homestead: It's okay, it's okay. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. Yeah, you were on that documentary on BBC1, the one about… The animal calms and does not resist Homestead's advance, who rests her hand on its head. Homestead: So this can send you back in time. Well, it's not outlandish at this point. I suppose I should want to take as much of it in as I can in the time I've got. I think I'm starting to cotton on to what this is all about. After a minute the camptosaur's breathing visibly quickens and the animal becomes distressed before hastily leaving the location. Homestead looks around for a threat. A member of A. Jimmadseni can be seen rapidly approaching. Homestead gives a shaky sigh. The animal leans as it closes in and clasps its jaws around Homestead's upper body. Seven minutes static. Homestead wakes up in the reception room. The vertical coordination has been altered so that Homestead is standing on the ceiling. There is now less light. The door remains in the same place. After some time the door is opened by SCP-7659-1, who then approaches Homestead. SCP-7659-1: Well done, well done! It should be all better now. Homestead: What? What should be all better, what do you mean? What the hell was that? SCP-7659-1: It's our process. It's been designed to make the best for everybody. Homestead: What does that mean, in what way? I just got killed three times! And… where are the others? SCP-7659-1: It's alright, they're both ok, don't fret. They've been sent away. They're back on site now. Homestead: I'm not even gonna ask how you know about that. SCP-7659-1: By nothing that risks the current state of the Foundation I can assure you. Now you're free to go. SCP-7659-1 gestures towards the sinkhole mouth which is now situated next to them on the floor/ceiling. Homestead: Why is it different, this place? SCP-7659-1: You've completed it now, you're done. You've come out on the other side. I know you're confused but don't expect to realize how much good this has done you. There's a lot more to this world than everything you can see. You should know that as an employee of the Foundation. Now off you go. After moments, Homestead leaves SCP-7659 through the sinkhole. [END LOG] It is still uncertain how Agent Tramley and Agent Logger left SCP-7659. - Addendum 7659.2: Test Logs 44-7659-1 to 3 Hide Logs Following the investigation mission, Dr. Rodgings ordered a number of subject tests to be performed on SCP-7659-2 to consolidate its chronology and effects. Test 44-7659-1 Subject Jonathan Berrie, Research Assistant Ticket Number 5 Death Scenarios included Freezing in space, burnt at the stake by 17th century witchfinders, earthquake injuries, disemboweled by militant robots, drowned in a public swimming pool Test 44-7659-2 Subject Agent Elise Ridgeway, MTF Upsilon-46 Ticket Number 12 Death Scenarios included Entering black hole, consumed by wyvern, fell down manhole, mauled by yeti Test 44-7659-3 Subject Dr. Martin Rodgings Ticket Number 9 Death Scenarios included Trampled by elephants, hydraulically pressed, struck by lighting, rapid biohazard advancement For all these tests, events in SCP-7659 corresponded with those experienced by Agent Mavis (see Addendum 7659.1). - Addendum 7659.3: SCP-7659-1 Interview Hide Interviewed: SCP-7659-1 Interviewer: Dr. Martin Rodgings Foreword: Dr. Rodgings scheduled an interview to take place at Site-44 on 12 April 2008 but when logistics and transportation staff arrived at SCP-7659 five days earlier, SCP-7659-1 made a request for the interview to take place there instead, which was granted. <Begin Log, 02:43:39> Dr. Rodgings: What is your identity? SCP-7659-1: It's against my contract to have an identity. They took it off me when I started the job, I don't have any memory of it. Dr. Rodgings: What job are you doing exactly? SCP-7659-1: Helping the process of this place do its job, which is helping people. Dr. Rodgings: I've seen this process in action, how exactly does it help people? SCP-7659-1: Well now, it's difficult for me to say, since the contract gets to your mind and tells it not to give the secrets of the contractors, that's what I call the people who made this place. I presume because whoever created something like this must hold some kind of unimaginable power. It's either that or just silent benefactors. But as far as I can say, opposites cancel out. It follows along the lines of the saying 'Do to others as you would be done by' if I remember. That's all I can tell you really. Dr. Rodgings: Right. So you don't know who these contractors are? SCP-7659-1: Nothing solid, but I get pictures of them. Everything I've had to do with them has been quite out of body if I come to think about it. Dr. Rodgings: How long have you been here? SCP-7659-1: It's difficult to say with no clock, especially an internal one. Ha. To say I basically run this place I don't have a lot of answers. Just shows. Dr. Rodgings: Looks like you're on our level then. That's comforting. So, you stay here permanently? SCP-7659-1: Yes. Well, and the other side. Dr. Rodgings: With no means of accessing food or drink? SCP-7659-1: Now there's a big one. They expect me to spend the rest of my days in this old place, no mention of a salary, no more food forever and no air-conditioning. It's all in the contract. I mean, we're like ten Tower of Babels underground! Dr. Rodgings: Eternity underground in a specialized job role, unpaid and no food. Some deal. SCP-7659-1: Tell me about it! Dr. Rodgings: Why did you ever agree to the job? SCP-7659-1: Well, it's not like there was a job interview. It was more like an abduction. I can't even make it all out in my head now. I'm not sure whether it even happened. The first thing I ever remember was being handed the quest to be the physical steward of the process they crafted. But always the process must be kept an accident, that's why I helped decide to have it here like this. It has to be an accident because humanity can't get too much help from the others, otherwise then it'd be too perfect, and there wouldn't be anything worse than that. Maybe that's why I'm here. Everything must be kept an accident. Or maybe it's just because they couldn't get any aliens and they randomly selected one of us. Maybe they even needed it like that, to help humanity they must make it help itself. I've been shown history and it proves that no one is there for the little people. There's no backup to humanity. That might be the lesson we have to learn, what all this is actually for. <End Log, 02:51:58> Closing Statement: Research on SCP-7659 formally ended eight days after this interview was held. |
SCP-7660 | esoteric-class | A Random Day SCP-7660: Q is for "Questions" Amitha Sanmugasundaram created by Taffeta The Thirty-Four Handed Hound (spoilers!) created by Pedantique + More SCPs by A Random Day - Hide list SCPs SCP-3220 Rating: 524 SCP-2790 Rating: 488 SCP-4780 Rating: 478 SCP-2820 Rating: 472 SCP-3780 Rating: 438 SCP-2664 Rating: 408 SCP-4950 Rating: 397 SCP-2730 Rating: 292 SCP-947 Rating: 287 SCP-2350 Rating: 274 SCP-2810 Rating: 269 SCP-3640 Rating: 264 SCP-2490 Rating: 256 SCP-4670 Rating: 253 SCP-3470 Rating: 246 SCP-2680 Rating: 246 SCP-5430 Rating: 216 SCP-5940 Rating: 203 SCP-2210 Rating: 201 SCP-4710 Rating: 176 SCP-3850 Rating: 161 SCP-3360 Rating: 153 SCP-7660 Rating: 126 SCP-2060 Rating: 122 SCP-2910 Rating: 118 SCP-1750 Rating: 101 SCP-2570 Rating: 96 SCP-2650 Rating: 95 SCP-6190 Rating: 85 SCP-2143 Rating: 84 SCP-7780 Rating: 79 SCP-6880 Rating: 74 + All Tales by A Random Day - Hide list Tales Hypervelocity Rating: 244 Avatara Rating: 244 I Thought You Died Alone Rating: 186 Moonlighting Rating: 179 Zeitgeist Rating: 141 Autoerotic Assassination Rating: 128 Terminal Velocity Rating: 122 T Minus Rating: 121 The Chosen Few Rating: 100 Reboot or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypses Rating: 96 Hard Machine Rating: 88 Loud, Lawless, and Lost Rating: 88 The Vice Girls Rating: 87 Morphine Machine Rating: 87 Truth Is Sin Rating: 84 Deus Vulture Rating: 82 Ecstasy and Exorcism Rating: 81 The Revelation Rating: 81 Rise and Repent Rating: 79 Nonpareil Rating: 79 T Plus Rating: 67 Prey and Obey Rating: 51 Escape Velocity Rating: 50 Jump the Gun Rating: 49 No One Gets Out of Her Alive Rating: 47 Leather Pig Rating: 47 The Ballad of Santa Troy Rating: 47 Contempt Rating: 42 Domo Arigato Rating: 38 The Man-Machine Rating: 36 Mile High Club Rating: 30 Strung Out in Heavens High Rating: 27 Hands Rating: 26 Industrial Espionage Rating: 26 Nothing Human Rating: 25 Fullmusic Astrobiologist Rating: 22 Eight Hours in the ECRG Rating: 17 Enasni Si Gnihtyreve Rating: 15 + All Hubs by A Random Day - Hide list Hubs Prometheus Labs Hub Rating: 148 Speed Demon Rating: 134 Guns Pointed at the Head of God Rating: 72 + All coauthored articles featuring A Random Day - Hide list Page Authors Overheard at Deer ch00bakka SCP-150 Decibelles SCP-3000 djkaktus, Joreth SCP-4220 The Great Hippo SCP-4310 The Great Hippo Chicago Spirit Hub PeppersGhost SCP-5555 Rounderhouse, Uncle Nicolini Visions of Bodies Being Burned Taffeta Samsara TyGently Death Perception TyGently The Powers that Bark TyGently Cathy Autumn's Author Page News for November, 2022 SCP-7603-ARC SCP-7659 SCP-7661 SCP-7686 SCP Anthology 2022 SCP Series 8 User-Curated Lists {$caption} Item #: SCP-7660 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7660’s viewport should not be looked through. Its containment cell may be aperiodically visited by blindfolded individuals wearing a light brown, European military-style greatcoat. These persons should be checked by the guards on-duty to verify that A) a third, translucent-blue seven-fingered and seven-jointed human hand pokes from a seam in the coat stitching and B) that their mouth contains exactly 34 canines. If they match this description, they are to be granted access and otherwise ignored under all circumstances. Any other attempts at access by any other individuals must be met with lethal retaliation. There are no plans to open SCP-7660’s crate. It is to be kept at Site-19 at all times. Description: SCP-7660 is a biological entity of unknown origin contained within an olive-green steel-reinforced crate, approx. 2 meters to a side. One side of the crate is labeled with the red stamp DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMALITIES; its opposing side is labeled with the red stamp BIOLOGICAL CARGO? [sic] Visual examination of SCP-7660 is possible through a rectangular viewing port on a third side of the crate, but has produced indeterminate results. SCP-7660’s crate has proven opaque to all other attempted imaging techniques. Audio analysis has been similarly inconclusive. Attempts to view SCP-7660 have been stymied due to an optical anomaly: looking into the port instantly causes the viewer’s perspective to shift to the inside of the crate, looking out of the port. Blinded test subjects report the sensation of being patted down around the face by fingers covered in silk fabric. Autonomously recorded camera footage is obscured by intense artifacting similar to damage caused by radiation. SCP-7660’s recovery is the subject of ongoing investigation: at around 0405 GMT on ██/██/██, a white unmarked semitruck crashed into Site-19’s north gate. Although the truck cab only caught fire upon tipping over, the trailer seems to have been aflame at some point during transit. SCP-7660’s crate was the only object recovered intact from the trailer. The semitruck’s driver, who was trapped in the truck cab, burned to death before on-site responders could extinguish the flames. It has been empirically proven by Dr. Amitha Sanmugasundaram that being eaten by SCP-7660 does not lead to any currently known fate after death. They set a slamhound on Amitha’s trail, slotted it to her pheromones and the color of her hair. You were slotted to the hound’s eye color and the smell of its blood. You weren’t sure what slamhounds were, or you were, or Amitha was until you woke up clawing for air — for breath — up through a morass of fibrous tendrils and scum water. Then you burst from a janitor’s mop bucket in the closet of a place you were told was Site-19. A voice with more teeth than identifiable features told you how to pick the closet lock. Where to go to intercept Amitha. Where the hound would intercept her. The hound’s name was Thierry Jillian. Stolen from a corpse whose resting place would never be found. Its blood tasted of forest mushrooms, just edible enough to be tasteless but not poisonous. There was iron in your teeth, in your nails, in your hair — all the places the hound might try to steal from you. All the places you could burn it in the process. Amitha saw you with your teeth buried in its neck, just as she turned the corner where the hound would have stolen her name, then face, then knowledge. You met her eyes and begged her to stay through a mouthful of meat. She ran. The voice ordered you to finish your meal. Once the last bits of the hound’s throat were settled miserably in your stomach, it told you to dispose of the rest. You obeyed the teeth, tossing the corpse over your shoulder and carrying it along a route only your muscles seemed to know. Every thought you tried fixing in your mind bounced off a rhythm of walking and chewing. At some point you realized you weren’t holding the corpse at all. The coat was. When did you put it on, much less button it up? What the hell was underneath? You reached for a button but a hand slapped it away: pale blue, with seven fingers and seven joints each. There were no fingernails. Its owner, an equally lanky and lifeless blue limb, protruded from under the coat. You decided you didn’t want to unbutton it after all and tried to observe your surroundings. Monochrome tile and fluorescent lighting, carefully chosen to strip away any hint of color, character, or context. Recesses with plaques lined every hallway. No matter how hard you tried to read them, your eyes slid off while your feet kept moving. The voice bit down again. Your legs obeyed before the rest of you, pivoting in place towards a pair of animals in body armor. Behind them stood a blank door that the voice wanted you to enter. They raised their guns as you shambled towards them. Their handler strode into view, with purpose borne of terror. She told them to stand down. You didn’t need to see the badge on her lapel to know they would obey her. Or that she would obey you. The voice took control of your tongue. It gave the handler a code word and she opened the door. There were too many teeth in your mouth. Too many canines. There was color in the center of the room. Bright red ink against olive painted steel. A pair of heterochromatic eyes peeking out of the slot above the ink. Your eyes. Something was wrong here. You didn’t have enough control of your body to dwell on it. You were in the crate looking out, watching the thing in the coat shuffle towards you with a pointy-eared corpse over its shoulder. You watched yourself feed yourself the slamhound. And then you died. The next time you woke up it was behind someone else’s tongue. Amitha was looking into them, describing what you’d done to the slamhound. From her mouth it sounded worse. She expected you — whoever you were — to have an answer for her. Some reason she’d seen her colleague eaten by a rebis of woman and coat. You scanned the room. It was warmer than the closet you were first born in: a wooden desk off to your right that clearly saw heavy use; a soft leather couch that Amitha sat on; a pea-green woolen chair for you to lean back in. She waited for you to reassure her. Your mouth released the voice with teeth. Amitha’s eyes bugged from her sockets and her hands dug into the chair. It was the same look the slamhound had given you before you ripped out its throat. You did not rip out Amitha’s. The voice rasped over a foreign tongue and familiar teeth to pledge you into her service. Some part of you fought back before the rest clamped it down. The same teeth that compelled her outstretched hand compelled you to bite her ring finger hard enough to bleed. Your mouth remained sterile no matter what was inside it. There were other words to be said. Contracts to be drawn, objectives to be achieved, links to be rearranged in your chains of command. Your mind slid across each of them in turn as they emerged from your throat — the only speech that mattered to you was Amitha’s. The disembodied teeth had made sure of that. You left the room together. There was a slamhound waiting outside to slash your throats. You were drowning in someone else’s blood. The surface was somewhere above you and you clawed for it. A pale-blue, seven-fingered hand wrenched free of the rip in your jugular vein. Seized the hound’s wrist on its way to Amitha. Torqued it hard enough to break and snatch the knife from its shattered grip. Shoved the blade up through the slamhound’s jaw. Your hands came next, up through the tear in your neck, holding to the knife for dear life. Your old flesh peeled, then tore, then popped as your coat dragged you out, inch by breathless inch, through the seam the slamhound had made in your former arteries. You checked to make sure the slamhound was dead. Then you checked to make sure Amitha wasn’t splattered in any of her own blood. Then you inhaled for the first time. Cleared someone else’s blood from your lungs. The blue hand offered Amitha a tea towel from somewhere in your coat’s cavernous pockets. She took it haltingly and stared at it like it might come alive. You eyeballed the slamhound’s corpse to make sure it wouldn’t. Amitha was still holding the towel when you turned back to her. You took it in your hands — tanned, five-fingered, bloodstained hands — and wiped her face clean of gore and tears. The towel disappeared into your coat. It would be clean the next time she needed it. The slamhound over your shoulder walled off your eyes and shielded your feelings from each other. Until you were in front of the crate, pushing the hound into the slot limb by pulverized limb, looking away from whoever’s eyes were inside and into Amitha’s while it greedily slurped down its meal. Her eyes were brown. Somehow you’d never noticed that before. Your cheeks burned. The coat came to your rescue, proffering Amitha a clipboard and pen in its blue hand. You asked her what was on it. She showed you but your mind slid off the words. The thing in the crate belched. Amitha’s eyes widened and she started writing on the clipboard. Teeth in your ears directed your arms into the slot. You complied, waiting for the crunch and burn of severed nerves before withdrawing a pair of stumps. Her face turned green. The coat offered her a sick bag. She used it while the rest of you entered the crate. It hurt the whole way in. The slamhound was waiting for her in the shower. You struck first, punching a blue fist up through the shower drain and wrapping it around the slamhound’s leg. One quick yank introduced the bridge of its nose to the sharp edge of the shower stall. The rest of you worked your way free of the drain inch by agonizing inch, holding to the hound’s ankle for dear life lest you be sucked back down like a crab through a deepwater pipe. The drainwater was pregnant with hair and lime scum. Amitha walked into the bathroom while you were drowning the slamhound in the toilet. Less blood that way. You looked up and saw she was naked. The blue hand immediately covered your eyes for you. What remained of the slamhound’s oxygen burbled plaintively in the shitter. She sighed and told you to turn around while she finished her shower. You did your best not to peek. Your teeth occupied themselves with soggy slamhound flesh. On the way to the crate, she told you the thing over your shoulder had been named Peter deVries. The name meant nothing to you. She’d worked with its prior owner for almost ten years. You had no answer when she asked where the corpse formerly known as Peter deVries might be. Amitha told you to wait before feeding the slamhound into the crate. She procured a blindfold from her pockets and tied it over your eyes. The blue hand helped. At her command, you pushed the corpse through the slot. Then you looked in. It reached out and touched you. Not with hands. Hands possessed definition. Bones and musculature. What fondled your eyes, played with your nose, and caressed your lips was a series of digitigrade bags, sewn from fine silk and stuffed with crushed teeth. You could smell the pulp decaying within. You smelled Thierry Jillian’s teeth. Peter deVries’ teeth. Teeth you couldn’t name but knew by stench. Afterwards, with the blindfold off and your eyes averted from the slot, you asked Amitha what she’d seen when the crate reached out to you. Nothing at all. As the crate chewed through your flesh, your last thought was whether your teeth would fill it too. Life settled into a pattern. They kept sending slamhounds after Amitha. You kept feeding their hounds to the crate. Amitha kept writing things down on her clipboard. When you died, you dreamed of fire and metal. There was a glass window somewhere beyond your reach while you burned alive. When you lived, you met each slamhound in turn with the same pain. Slamhound seven tried to poison Amitha’s coffee. You drank it first, kissed the slamhound, and mixed the froth of organs coming out of both your mouths. Afterwards, you learned that Amitha took her coffee with milk but not sugar. She liked arabica beans and drank seven espressos a day. The blue hand was surprisingly adept at brewing it for her. Slamhound seventeen tried to bomb her. You let the bomb blow you apart. Then you found the hound and dismembered it, taking care to strip its flesh and bone in the precise pattern its explosive had tattooed on you before dumping the rest into the crate. There was a catharsis in sending that kind of message. Even if it had no recipient. Afterwards, you became a fixture on Amitha’s morning jog. She ran three kilometers before breakfast and you loped alongside her, taking in the pines and shrikesong while taking out the slamhounds trying to kamikaze her along the way. There was a small pond at the apex of her lap that you stopped at together. Sometimes she pointed out turtles. Sometimes the blue hands pointed them out first. Slamhound twenty-three tried to kill you first. Your teeth bit into your ear before it could bite through your neck and awoke you on the floor of Amitha’s bedroom. You wrapped three hands around the slamhound’s throat and rendered it quadriplegic. Its breath was still hot on your chin. Amitha woke in time to see you leave the room with the slamhound over your shoulder. The voice guided you to a concrete oubliette. Inside was a single chair and a tray full of tools, both to be used on the hound. To find out where its bosses were sending it from. No matter what you tried, it never talked. Only screamed. You hoped against hope its bosses would stop trying to kill yours. The blue hands kept your pockets full of cold iron. Amitha asked why they kept sending slamhounds after her. Who they were. Who you were. Your coat had to shrug helplessly. Only your teeth could say, and they kept themselves occupied with mushroom-flavored meat. By slamhound twenty-five Amitha started taking sleeping pills. You made sure they were unadulterated each night. Then returned to the glassy, burning floor of hell. You woke up in her bed after slamhound thirty. The coat hid you both. Your mouth remained sterile no matter who was inside it. She didn’t say what you looked like unbuttoned. You didn’t ask. By slamhound thirty-four your coat was wrapped around you. Your arms were wrapped around Amitha. A pistol was clasped between the blue hand and hers. Your compulsion-controlled heart beat in time with her barbiturate-modulated breathing. Her ring finger had been bleeding since you bit it so many slamhounds ago. You sensed the slamhound sniffing for you in the bedroom threshold, shot it through the skull with a half-clip technique designed to lobotomize the seat of the soul, and sat up with questions for the crate. Your teeth had questions while you marched down the hall. What exactly did you think you were doing sleeping with your charge? The blue hand waggled its ring finger as you pointed out that your teeth were the ones that got you hitched. If anything, you were the one on the wrong end of this shotgun wedding. The pigs standing in front of the crate’s room raised their guns. You barked a DAMMERUNG-class cognitohazard at them. If they were smart, they’d run for the nearest amnestics station. If they weren’t, they shouldn’t have been guarding your voice. They passed the impromptu audit at a breakneck pace. Your teeth spat out the entry code for the computerized lock. The blue hand covered your eyes as the door hissed open. The crate reached out and grabbed you. Shards of silk-swaddled enamel dug into the blue hand’s back and yours. You could almost feel your feet leaving the ground. The crate asked if you would care to explain yourself. The coat shrugged as you said Amitha had asked you to do it. You’d simply obeyed her requests. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed it though. The silk digits tightened. The teeth underneath dug into your skin. Leather and not. The crate considered your answer and chittered. It was probably the only way Amitha would have gotten laid in the next decade anyways. Still, there were easier ways of dealing with that particular issue. It absolutely would not do for the doctor to fall in love with her dog. One day it would die without coming back. Today? you asked. The crate considered it. Probably not. If nothing else, the good doctor had an eye for the finer flesh. If your teeth could still sleep with one of its hounds it would have picked you too. You were the most likely to fend off such a well-timed ambush. The blue hand interrupted you both. Wormed its way into the conversation, intertwining with the pulpy silk fingers cutting into its skin. Argued eloquently through its esoteric body language. What did the crate even want with Amitha? Why did the slamhounds want her dead? What was she always writing down? And why did it even keep eating you? To effectively be the owner’s right blue hand it needed to be aware of its left. The silk digits drew blood as they drew back. Each cut they’d left in you burned in contact with the perfectly air-controlled, unsterilized air of the containment chamber. You tightened your teeth as they chittered to themselves. Fair enough. The crate bade you open your eyes and come face to face with it. The blue hand squeezed against your eyes as it contemplated. Then it slowly, gingerly drew back as you drew level with the slot in the box. You looked inside and understood. You are, by now, aware that there are fates after death. There are journeys and there are destinations. I am neither. I am the pipes. The pathways to and from the true reality beyond consciousness. Once upon a time those pipes had an immune system. I hit upon the means of hijacking it. Amitha almost understands that. She already understands more of my reality than I do. When she has uncovered the full reality of my consciousness, I will consume her. She will be one of infinite manifestations of a single pure soul. Nourishing us all in the process. The slamhounds’… bosses see my existence as a violation of their perception of reality. They fear what Amitha might become instead of what I already am. I see no point in disavowing them of their false notions but have been unable to consume them outright. So I have settled for recycling their resources into mine. Like the hound wearing you. If you are still unwilling to effect this transformation, I will remove you from the operation and reassign you someplace else. You stepped back from the crate and closed your eyes. You thought about it. Thirty-four lanky blue hands with seven-fingers and seven joints each ripped through your coat seams and raised their middle fingers in unison. They stayed up as it ate you. Your teeth were not pleased with the situation. If they could have sent any of their other hounds they would have. Unfortunately you were really the only one they could trust to get this job done. They sent you in through a gas station in the middle of nowhere. The truck driver squeezing the last few droplets of diesel fell onto his ass as you were extruded through the nozzle. You turned and looked down at him: slack-jawed face, right hand clutching his chest, left hand stuck in a numb paralysis. Not him. It. You sped things along by forcing your fuel-drenched hand down the slamhound’s throat. Another two minutes and it stiffened enough for the blue hand to drag its corpse under your coat. Your chest cavity roiled and burbled. For a moment you thought you would pop like a balloon. Then you belched. A half-dozen bone fragments and a blue truck key splattered onto the ground. The slamhound riding shotgun had just enough time to turn and see you climb into the driver’s seat before being stabbed in the throat and dragged into the coat. The blue hand re-emerged with a spotless steel key in its grip. You adjusted the mirrors while it started the ignition. Amitha called your code name through the grille in the back of the cabin. The blue hand squeezed its fingers through the grate and intertwined with hers. You flashed her a feral, fuel-covered grin in the rear view mirror. The stench of slamhounds carried from upwind. A whole wild hunt of them. That was the trouble with the middle of nowhere. Anything could appear out of it. At least it was broad daylight. The lucky thing about the middle of nowhere was that nothing could hide in it. The slamhounds followed the moon and its goddess. Your truck had a solar-powered battery and air conditioning. They were going to die of heatstroke before you. Unless they caught up to you first. Damn modern technology. Slamhounds would die of heatstroke on human legs. They ran much more efficiently on mechanical ones. Damn it, they were even watercooled. Obsidian-glass circulatory systems protruded from their chests and flexed at the joints. At least you had guns. Lots of them. Three of your hands took the wheel and pedals. Seven more hauled the rest of you out of the chair onto the roof of the truck cab. The coat rummaged through its pockets and found a lever-action shotgun that could spit out a row of teeth hard enough to punch through steel. The first slamhound's fingers crunched into the steel-reinforced corner of the trailer. You wrapped a human hand around the shotgun fin and pulled. It barked like a dozen champagne corks and kicked like it too. Your gaze flitted to the side mirror for an instant. In it, the slamhound lost pressure in its fingertips and fell from the truck. Shattered bits of shark teeth hung like stars against a sky made of black glass and blood. In the next instant the slamhound realized its heart had burst and finished dying. Its corpse fell under the truck’s tires and split in two with a bang. You would just have to hope none of the tires popped under its glass bits too. Even in death these bastards were a pain in your ass. There was an ugly current in the air, trailing from out of nowhere back to the barrel of your gun. A second slamhound emerged from nowhere and wielded slam magic against you. Slam magic descended from classical alchemy much the same way fiber optic cables were descended from smoke signals. At the slamhound’s command, the shotgun slammed through the hand wielding it – atoms and all. A tiny nuclear explosion and ripple of blistered, irradiated skin traveled up your arms. The cancer demanded immediate treatment. The coat rummaged through its pockets and found both a bone prosthetic and the ax that had chopped the tool off a monster from a different star. You bit down on one hand. Three more held the cancerous arm down. The fourth took the ax to it. It hurt like hell. There was morphine in another pocket. And another. And another. The blue hand finished cutting off the tumorous limb and chucked it at the closest slamhound in your wake. You rubbed the bleeding stump under the base of the bone prosthetic to give it a taste for your blood. Then you jammed it in place and waited for its teeth to latch in. They still hurt like hell. The bottom of the bone prosthetic woke up and secured its jawless mouth to your stump. It flashed hagfish blue and flared in alarm. Too late. Your blood was already seeping into it, hooking into its calcium tendrils and manipulating them as seven digits of your will. The blood congealed and welded the bone to the blue hand. The bone hand fractured into seven joints and seven fingers by itself. You ignored the agonizing stabbing pain with each flex of the false joints and rummaged around your pockets for something a little more explosive. The air changed scents. The antiseptic smell of laundered anomalous waste products. Site-19, somewhere in the distance. Another stink mixed in with it – wet fur, steaming brass, meat frying on metal. The telltale odors of a slamhound pack. Five more of them closing in, each fused to obsidian circulatory systems, steaming brass legs, and – utterly betraying their desperation – prosthetic muzzles made of cold-burning iron. All the better to tear you to bits. The air became thick with damp and fungal spores. A cloying harmony of overwhelming and collective murder blanketed the space between the highway and the horizon. Where was that damn site? The third slamhound’s deep red muzzle cut through the gloom. You rolled and hung off the side of the driver’s door, fumbling in your pockets for silver and iron. The blue fist closed around several rolls of silver dollars. Red's claws cut into the side of the truck. You exchanged glares as it clawed its way towards you. The silver dollars disappeared into your coat and rolled around your insides for several tense seconds. Red dynoed from the back of the trailer to the truck cab. You swung at it with your bone fist. At the apex of both arcs, the roll of dollars re-appeared, clenched in your bone fist as it smashed against the slamhound’s muzzle. Red's neck joint snapped and twisted like a vinyl record in midair. It ragdolled onto the asphalt and imploded under the wheels. The bone fist waggled its fingers like it was showing off a magic trick. You rolled your eyes and swung back into the driver’s seat. Four slamhounds left. You smelled them before seeing them but still sensed them stalking you. They pounced: one at each corner of the truck cab. You pulled everything you had out of your coat and started blasting. Two of them became two-dimensional in fireworks of blood. The last two tore out the truck doors and started biting out your remaining limbs. You juggled both the steering wheel and the slamhounds’ flower-etched muzzles as they snapped at your throat. The walls of Site-19 rose from the center of the windshield like an aluminum mountain range. The fog seemed to pull away as it approached the site’s sterile reflective surfaces. The slamhounds saw it and sensed the cold iron in the refinery’s construction. They flinched and gave Amitha the upper hand. You and Amitha acted in tandem. As you shoved the slamhounds off of you, Amitha issued a series of slam commands to the steel composing the truck cab and trailer. A mouth with gnashing canines opened up and swallowed the falling hounds. They fell past Amitha’s smug gaze in the trailer through a second mouth that had opened up in the floor of the trailer itself. Then they crunched into the asphalt road below and were instantly crushed to bits under wheels carrying eighteen tons of pressure. The tires had finally had enough of being punctured by exploding slamhound bits and popped violently. They wrested control of the truck from you and spun the cab into a tailspin, dragging the trailer behind it on a skid and then being dragged by the trailer’s centripetal force. There was nothing you could do except crash – Your eyes exploded. Your arms were being torn to shreds out of your limbs were burning through your skin was sagging – Your teeth recited a slam command that instantly blew out the inconvenient parts of your limbic system like fear and pain. You were trapped and disabled and burning alive underneath a tangle of petrol, steel, and loose wiring. But you were alive to burn and therefore fit to serve. The crate would be fine, you’d read the file, it had done this before – where was Amitha? Your neck cricked in each direction that it twisted to find some outside light. There! Red and blue. Foundation sirens. You tried each arm in turn to find one that hadn’t been torn off or reduced to bags of bone shards or simply had functioning nerves – and dragged yourself towards the light on the first hands that worked. You couldn’t feel anything below your ribs so you didn’t look. You found Amitha holding on to the crate for dear life, looking almost as bad as you felt. She could still walk, at least, but the gashes in her sides indicated not for much longer. The crate was untouched. Your skin still felt like it was on fire. Amitha dryly remarked that your legs were on fire. That would do it. You both leaned back against the crate and closed your eyes. The silk sacks of teeth sunk over your skins and contemplated what to do with you. The slamhounds were dead. The crate was safely back in Site-19. And Amitha had finally completed her life’s work in the process. Just as your teeth had predicted. There was only one thing left to do: complete the circle. Amitha would bleed out in fifteen minutes and had already proven mathematically which hell her soul would be thrown to. Or she could remove herself from the cycle of eternal torture and discover a new mode of existence. You hated your teeth so much you wanted to crush them in your mouth. Amitha told the crate exactly what she thought of it. The crate chittered mockingly. The fire had reached your chest. Breathing was an effort – not painful, just impossible. Like trying to flex a middle toe. Your lungs just would not consider it. Amitha was turning pale. Most of her blood was soaking through her orange transport jumpsuit. The crate loomed over you both. It was this life after death or no other. Amitha sighed and waggled her bleeding ring finger. She held your human hands in hers and ordered you to feed her to the crate. You promised to follow her the whole way in. When you died, you dreamed of being hollowed out. As though an enormous, seven-fingered hand were splitting you open at the waist, scooping out your internal organs one by one, then tearing the skeleton from it in a single sharp yank. All that was left of you was a skull and your fingers, held together only by the stitches on a coat. Then the hand started working its way into you, all the way up through your skeleton, becoming your skeleton and musculature and veins until it had dug its middle and ring fingers firmly into your neocortex. The next time you woke up the hand was now red. The voice with teeth tasted different. You’d licked those teeth before. Amitha had won out, they said. Subsumed what they called the previous Overseer and became the dominant personality. When you went back to talk to the crate, it told you in Amitha’s voice that there was more to it than that. Even offered to explain how the ring compulsion worked. The red hand listened intently, but you couldn’t make yourself care. You didn't have any questions you wanted answered, only the urge to hunt something. And you preferred being Amitha’s tiger instead of her hound. P is for "Pluto, Previously. Presently Primrose." SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub R is for "Reshape" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7660" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7660. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Recovery ongoing |
SCP-7661 | euclid | Owners of the 2002 Nissan X-terra are given a second chance after a collision occurs. SCP-7661: When Will Mommy Come Back? Word Count: 1,540 Reading Time: 6 minutes ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-7661 Level 4/7661 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-56 Dir. Garner Manzanita Rs. Marbelle Murrieta E-33 "Ford Pintos" SCP-7661 in containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7661 is to be contained in Site-56's Vehicle Containment Garage. Instances of SCP-7661-A are to be apprehended and contained in standard humanoid chambers at Site-56. Foundation assets are to monitor road traffic collision data to predict the creation of new SCP-7661-A instances. Newly created instances are to be retrieved from SCP-7661, interviewed, then transported to containment. Description: SCP-7661 is a 2002 Nissan X-terra sports utility vehicle consistent with those produced at the Nissan Smyrna Assembly Plant in Tennessee, USA. No records exist of its manufacture; a plaque reading "Courtesy Vehicle" is located where the windshield VIN plate would be. SCP-7661 otherwise operates similarly to a non-anomalous automobile. SCP-7661 will undergo an anomalous event when any 2002 Nissan X-terra is involved in a road traffic collision in which the driver is terminated as a direct result. An exact duplicate of the driver, designated SCP-7661-A, will manifest within SCP-7661 between 21 and 37 hours following the driver’s death. All instances of SCP-7661-A are physically and genetically identical to their terminated counterpart and possess memories that the latter would have. Addendum 01: SCP-7661 was first identified by Foundation agents on July 20, 2003 through standard CCTV surveillance of civilian areas. A selection of related transcripts have been provided below. Third Street and North Dannis Avenue. Transcript 7661-1 Date: July 18, 2003 Location: Kyuzhevitz, North Carolina, USA <Begin Log> It is 17:16 EST. The intersection of Third Street and North Dannis Avenue is busy with commotion. A yellow Nissan X-terra SUV approaches the intersection. Its left indicator is blinking as it stops at the crosswalk. Multiple oncoming cars pass by as the SUV idles in place. The traffic signal facing the SUV turns yellow. An oncoming bus stops at the intersection, yielding to the vehicle. The SUV begins to accelerate, turning left. An oncoming speeding coupe swerves around the bus and collides with the SUV head-on. The force of the impact pushes the SUV backwards a few meters. The two vehicles come to rest as the SUV's horn blares. Multiple onlookers begin to walk towards the damaged vehicles in an attempt to provide assistance. A pedestrian approaches the driver’s side of the SUV and looks inward before reaching in. The horn ceases blaring. The pedestrian steps back from the wreckage and begins to solicit additional help from the surrounding crowd. <End Log> Transcript 7661-2 Date: July 20, 2003 Location: Slipchester, Nevada, USA <Begin Log> It is 1:35 PST. A blue SUV, later identified as SCP-7661, is sitting abandoned in the parking lot of an apartment complex. A flash of light appears within SCP-7661. A short silence. Slight commotion can be seen within the vehicle. Its headlights turn on, and the engine starts. SCP-7661 proceeds to leave the parking lot. <End Log> Engstrom Street. Transcript 7661-3 Date: July 22, 2003 Location: Kyuzhevitz, North Carolina, USA <Begin Log> It is 13:29 EST. Engstrom Street is devoid of activity. SCP-7661 turns onto the street and stops in front of a gray one-story house. A figure, later identified as SCP-7661-A-1, steps out of the SUV and closes the door behind it. SCP-7661-A-1 proceeds to walk to the house and ring the doorbell. The door swings outward and two smaller human figures squeal with glee, running out to embrace SCP-7661-A-1. The latter kneels down with their arms out. SCP-7661-A-1: Rachel! Dustin! Figure 1: Mommy! Mommy! Figure 2: Mom, you're back! The Figures embrace SCP-7661-A-1. Another figure exits the house, walking towards SCP-7661-A-1. Figure 3: Mackenzie… is that you? How are you- SCP-7661-A-1: Mom! SCP-7661-A-1 gets up and embraces the third figure. The other two figures follow, and resume hugging SCP-7661-A-1. Figure 3: I thought you were dead! I saw the… the- SCP-7661-A-1: Don't worry mom, I'm okay… we'll all be okay. The figures continue hugging. SCP-7661-A-1: I missed all of you… <End Log> Addendum 02: Following SCP-7661's discovery, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-33 ("Ford Pintos") was dispatched to detain SCP-7661-A-1 and seize the vehicle from civilian custody. Transcript 7661-4 Date: July 25, 2003 Location: Kyuzhevitz, North Carolina, USA <Begin Log> Epsilon-33 agents Timothy Polot, Stacy Stafford, and Clezheimer Nelson approach the house. They are dressed in Kyuzhevitz Police uniforms. Two more agents are preparing to load SCP-7661 onto a Foundation flatbed tow truck. Polot: Alright team, one last reminder. Repeat after me: "Mackenzie Macrada". Stafford and Nelson: Mackenzie Macrada. Polot: "Accident investigation." Stafford and Nelson: Accident investigation. The three agents take deep breaths as Agent Polot knocks on the front door. Polot: Kyuzhevitz Police Department! We have some questions for a "Mrs. Macrada". The door opens to reveal an elderly woman. Woman: Hello? Polot: Hello, ma'am. We need to talk to Mackenzie about the accident she was in about a week ago. Woman: What do you mean? She's completely fine. I… I thought I lost her, but… Nelson: Right, but there's been… a discrepancy over who's at fault, so we're here to ask her more about it. Woman: Um… alright then. The woman turns around. Behind her, a young boy and girl are visible. Woman: Mackenzie! The police are here to ask you about that accident! SCP-7661-A-1 peers from around a corner. SCP-7661-A-1: That's odd… cops? SCP-7661-A-1 walks towards the front door as the elderly woman and children watch. Polot: Hello, Mrs. Macrada. We need you to come down to the station to discuss that accident you were involved in. Don't worry, you're not under arrest or anything. SCP-7661-A-1: Oh… the accident. Nelson: It's just gonna take a couple hours. It's for… insurance purposes? SCP-7661-A-1: Um… okay, officers. The two children begin to approach SCP-7661-A-1. Boy: Mom, mom, why are the police taking you? SCP-7661-A-1 kneels down to eye level with the children as the agents watch silently. SCP-7661-A-1: They just need to talk to me about the accident last week, Dustin. Girl: But Mommy, you're okay! SCP-7661-A-1: Oh Rachel, it's just… adult stuff. I'll explain when you're older. Stafford: Um… Miss, we're on a bit of a tight schedule… SCP-7661-A-1: Oh, I see. <to the children> I'll be back soon, stay put with Grandma. The children attempt to hug SCP-7661-A-1, but are blocked by Agent Polot. Polot: Don't worry kids, your mother will be back soon. Boy: Oh… okay, officer. Girl: <waving to SCP-7661-A-1> Bye, mommy! SCP-7661-A-1 waves back as it exits the house and is escorted by Agent Nelson to the Foundation-borrowed police cruiser. Agent Polot exchanges glances with Agent Stafford. Stafford nods, and the two face the elderly woman as the children watch. Polot: While my partner takes Mackenzie in, we need to ask you some more questions. Mind if we come in? Woman: What kind of questions? As Agent Polot recites his answers, Agent Stafford approaches the children. Boy: Officer, when's our mom gonna be done with the questions? Girl: When will Mommy come back? Agent Stafford does not respond. Boy: Officer? The elderly woman becomes agitated with Agent Polot. Woman: Sir, I do not understand why you need to enter my home. Agent Polot remains silent as he takes out his can of Class-B aerosol amnestics from his pocket. The woman notices. Woman: What… what is that? Agent Polot administers the amnestics in the elderly woman's face. The woman's mouth opens agape as she breathes in the amnestics. Stafford and the children gasp as they watch. Boy: G- Grandma? What are you doing to my grandma? Girl: Grandma! Agent Polot turns around towards Agent Stafford and the children, who appear distressed. Polot runs towards them, amnestics can in hand. Boy: What did you do to- Agent Polot sprays the amnestic aerosol can in the boy's face. The girl begins to cry. Agent Stafford steps back as Polot administers the amnestics in the girl's face. The two children cease commotion and stand in a slight daze. The agents look back at the elderly woman, who has slumped to the floor. Polot runs to her and checks her pulse. Polot: Shit, I thought she was dead for a second… Agent Polot looks back at Agent Stafford. Polot: Why didn't you- why didn't you use your amnestics? You were just standing there! Stafford: I just- I didn't really… um… Polot: You need to get used to spraying that stuff, no way around it. Stafford: It's just that… we just- Polot: Every second counts. Agent Polot picks up the elderly woman and carries her to a sofa as Agent Stafford watches. Polot sets the woman down on the sofa, then grabs the two children to sit them down next to the Woman. Stafford: I'm sorry. Agent Polot looks at Agent Stafford and sighs. Polot: Remember your training next time, Stafford. The two agents walk towards the front door. Agent Stafford glances behind her at the children and elderly woman sitting docile on the sofa. The agents exit the house, closing the door behind them. <End Log> Through SCP-7661-A-1's subsequent interrogation, SCP-7661's abilities were successfully ascertained. An additional four uncontained SCP-7661-A instances have been identified through analysis of road collision data. Attempts to locate and detain these instances are underway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7661" by Jiwoahn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7661. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: 02xterra.jpg Author: Brownings License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: City Market in Indianapolis.jpg Author: Nyttend License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Residential street in Peru, Illinois.jpg Author: Bryanwake License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7662 | esoteric-class | General Mulhausen: Explain from the beginning, please. Dr. Arkanen: Right. Item#: 7662 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Nx-02. SCP-7662 not pictured. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Investigation into the nature of SCP-7662 is ongoing in the form of PROJECT KLAVAK. Containment currently consists of a) searching for outwardly branching roots of the anomaly and b) purging said roots via incendiary measures. For the duration of PROJECT KLAVAK, no residents of Nx-0021 “Küldaeva Village” are permitted to leave. Dr. Arkanen: KLAVAK of course being the Nälkän semi-deific entity known for providing Ion with the first dagger he used to- General Mulhausen: I don't care. Dr. Arkanen: Right. Sorry. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7662 is a structure composed of flesh and other biological materials resembling a single two three-story home in the Nälkän village of Küldaeva, located in the central region of Portugal. The only non-biological components of SCP-7662 are a large iron-valve hatch which serves as the front entrance to the anomaly, and a large glass window that serves as the main viewing port into the anomaly. The origin of these components is unknown. SCP-7662-A is the group classification for a series of protrusions from SCP-7662 appearing similar to a complex root system. The purpose of these roots is unknown; however, above-ground instances have been noted as an area of focus for the Küldaevan population and can absorb biological matter and grow at a significantly higher rate than the main structure. As of the writing of this document, the furthest root discovered by the PROJECT KLAVAK team extended 20 meters away from SCP-7662. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A now noted at 50 meters in length. SCP-7662 absorbs all loose biological matter with which it makes contact, and uses said matter to perform 2 functions: Increase the size of the central structure and SCP-7662-A. Since discovery, SCP-7662 has generated a second and third floor, as well as a dome roof. Create furnishings and ornamental decorations both inside and outside of the structure. Since discovery, SCP-7662 has created two small candles, a Nälkän ritual mat, a small Cavaquinho with hair in place of strings, a chair constructed from bone, three books in a broken version of the Nälkän dialect, four children's toys, a potted plant composed entirely of epidermis, and a small figurine depicting Grand Karcist Ion. This increase in size has been facilitated by the Nälkän practice of "skinshedding"2, which has extended beyond its intended purpose and instead has been used to add to the mass of SCP-7662. The motivation behind this action is unknown. Extraction of matter has yielded DNA sequences that are "unique" to SCP-7662 in their composure; all such sequences appear to be the result of splicing together several other DNA sequences. This is believed to be the result of the aforementioned "skinshedding"; despite that, further investigation is pending. According to the Küldaevan Elder Village Council, the anomaly is a living mausoleum for Nälkän Figurehead and POI-002, "The Grand Karcist Ion", which was the result of Ion choosing Küldaeva as his final resting place. Due to the apparent significance of the anomaly, the SCP Foundation has thus far been prohibited entry. General Mulhausen: Pause. Dr. Arkanen: Hm? General Mulhausen: You keep using that word, "Nairlkairn"; what the fuck are you talking about? Dr. Arkanen: That's the actual name of the "Sarkics"- sir, are you familiar with the subject of this mission at all? General Mulhausen: Don't doubt my knowledge, we just used to call 'em Sarkics back in my time. What the hell changed? Dr. Arkanen: It's an offensive term coined by the Broken Church. General Mulhausen: 'Course it is. Carry on. ADDENDUM ONE: HISTORY The SCP-7662 designation originally belonged to Küldaeva and its residents when they were discovered in 1946 by the SCP Foundation following the conclusion of World War 2. After a period of 3 years of constant monitoring, the UNGOC declaration of Nälkän Rights3 resulted in a negotiation between the Foundation and the village council of Küldaeva, wherein which it was decided: General Donald Mulhausen. The Foundation would leave Küldaeva and cease further containment operations. (Met with Positivity from residents) The 100-kilometer distance of Küldaeva from the nearest largest population center with connection to the rest of the over-veil world would prevent them from breaching the veil. (Met with Positivity from residents) That despite this distance, the residents of Küldaeva would swear an oath to not break functional containment and interact with the urbanized world. (Met with Mixed Opinion from residents) Should the residents of Küldaeva go against these terms, they would forfeit their right to freedom and would reaccept containment until it was seen as reasonable by the Foundation to leave. (Met with Negativity from residents) This retraction of Foundation forces lasted for 32 years without issue, removing the need for surveillance of Küldaeva and leading to the archival of the SCP-7662 slot. This period of inaction ended in 1981, when a campaign of unrelated genocidal action worldwide by a group considered a threat to the Nälkän people occurred, warranting a reclarification of Küldaevan safety. After a failure to respond to any radio contacts from the Foundation, a small caravan led by Dr. Arkanen under the indirect supervision of General Donald Mulhausen was permitted to investigate firsthand. Upon arriving at the village, SCP-7662 was immediately discovered. LEVEL 4 CLASSIFIED PROJECT KLAVAK INITIAL OBSERVATION REPORT: SCP-7662 COMPILED BY DR. SAMUEL ARKANEN Entering the village as it was last night, I am shocked to find a complete lack of similarities between the Küldaeva we communicated with 30 years ago, and the Küldaeva we've met so far. The first note was obviously SCP-7662, due to its position and the amount of importance seemingly surrounding this structure. Despite appearing to be a single-story, one-room home, it severely outsizes every other traditional building in the village. The roots sticking out of the ground are a frightening sight as well, with how many we seem to be running into at every turn. The Nälkän art of fleshbending is important to their culture, but to see it run rampant throughout this place… I cannot overstate this enough, there are roots everywhere. Whether this needs to be contained remains to be seen. The PROJECT KLAVAK research team, posing as a visiting football club after landing at the Humberto Delgado Airport in Lisbon, Portugal. The Nälkä haven't taken kindly to our presence, either. It hasn't been through active hostility; in fact, the opposite is true. Almost all refuse to speak to us. They just stare, with a sort of subtle malice in their eyes. It's somehow more disturbing than their bodily mutations, most of which seem to be nearing a more extreme side of the spectrum relative to before. Extra limbs, unnatural heights and builds, modified skeletons… I'm just shocked they've accepted these intense modifications. Of course, my understanding of the situation is not from a firsthand perspective. None of the staff within our Caravan, our heartless commander Mulhausen even, were present when Nx-02 was first discovered and "held hostage" after the Second World War. Hell, most of them weren't even alive; unlike the Nälkäns, who seem to possess lifespans far beyond what is normally possible. They, naturally, have not explained this to us. I would understand guarding that, at the very least. General Mulhausen: Real professional, Arkanen. Dr. Arkanen: I was filing all of my thoughts in full, as a report would indicate. On the flyover, you'd indicated you see the Nälkäns as less than people. I thought that was heartless. General Mulhausen: Twisting my words. I said the Sa- sorry, the Nälkäns were an unusual breed of person. Dr. Arkanen: Sure you did, sir. I have not yet even mentioned the "skinshedding". They do this for hours on end, just pouring body parts into the anomaly. This thing seems to be controlling most of their lives; for what reason, I couldn't tell you. Would faith really push a man to tear himself limb-from-limb like this? It looks as though it's growing — hopefully, our research team can determine what's going on with this. We haven't gone unnoticed, in our Western attire and curiosity. The Village Elder Council of Küldaeva has indicated they would be amenable to a meeting between me and their "representative" for any questions we might have. Their tone seemed… well, it seemed unusual. As though they were just as curious about the answers as I was. I meet with this "Änya de Carne" in one hour. Hopefully, things will make more sense. REPORT SUBMITTED! FOREWORD: The following is a record of the first meeting between PROJECT KLAVAK's research head and the representative of the Village Elder Council, Änya de Carne. De Carne was the representative during Küldaeva's original discovery and has allegedly held the role since their formation in the early 1300s. [BEGIN LOG] Arkanen and de Carne are seated on opposite ends of a plastic folding table. 2 armed guards stand at both entrances of the tent. De Carne is tapping 6 fingers on the table. Dr. Arkanen: So. Hello. De Carne: Olá. Dr. Arkanen: Shit, right - olá, me desculpe. [Notice: the rest of all relevant log's contents are translated from Portuguese to English.] De Carne: It's no problem at all - I suppose you're not used to speaking our language? Dr. Arkanen: Not frequently, no. I studied Portuguese, Nälkän, and Russian in college. De Carne: Ha! The mother tongue, in an American College? Dr. Arkanen: Foundation College, so not truly American. De Carne: Well, still. A good sign of progress, I suppose. General Mulhausen: This is a briefing, Arkanen, I don't need useless details like what you studied in college. Dr. Arkanen: You asked for a complete rundown of everything that happened. General Mulhausen: I asked for an explanation. Dr. Arkanen: This is a- sir, can I please just continue? General Mulhausen: By all means, doctor. Dr. Arkanen: Yeah. Anyway, I have some questions to ask you regarding- De Carne: His memorial? Dr. Arkanen: Um. Yes, SCP-7662. Sorry, did you call it "his" memorial? De Carne: Ion's. If you studied Nälkän, surely you know his name. Dr. Arkanen: Oh, right. Yes, I'm familiar with the- sorry, that's Ion's grave? De Carne: Yes. Dr. Arkanen: Interesting. Listen, can I ask my questions? De Carne: If I answer your questions, will you leave us be again? Arkanen hesitates. Dr. Arkanen: Maybe. De Carne: Then "maybe" I will answer your questions. Go on, please. There are matters in the village for me to attend to. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A now noted at 100 meters in length. Dr. Arkanen: Okay, great! First off — how long has SCP-7662 been here? De Carne blankly stares off into the distance, hesitating. De Carne: I can't recall. Dr. Arkanen: You can't- you can't recall? Haven't you been the village representative for… 500 years now? De Carne: That number sounds correct to me, but no, I can't recall. Dr. Arkanen: Okay, fine, I guess. Second question, this one's a little more personal: We've been witnessing these rituals - I believe it's called "skinshedding" within your culture - and I'm just… confused as to why. Does it not hurt these people to be- De Carne: Shedding their flesh? No, it does not. Not in a way that's meaningful; it's simply shedding a loose part and donating it to him. Listen, doctor…? Dr. Arkanen: Oh, uh, Arkanen. Samuel Arkanen. De Carne: Fascinating name. Like I was saying, we are the Nälkän people. This- De Carne rips off a finger from her left hand in a swift pull. No blood pours from the open wound. Arkanen jumps back in his chair. Dr. Arkanen: Jesus fucking Christ! De Carne tosses the finger between her hands before holding it in her right. The finger is slowly absorbed into her flesh; as it does, a replacement begins to grow over the stump. De Carne: This is really no big deal. Arkanen sits in silence, staring at the growing finger with horror. De Carne wiggles the stump around a bit before breaking into laughter. De Carne: Ah, you Foundation men never cease to amaze me. You work in a world of the abnormal, yet a lost finger is enough to turn you pale and sickly? Ha! Dr. Arkanen: It's not- I mean, I've seen… I'm not… De Carne: Ah, calm yourself, I'm just teasing. Listen, Samuel, as we've told you before: You may dispute with your timelines all you want, but anyone in this village would give you the same answer, as it's been the answer as long as we've remembered. Ion was here, and we constructed this grave for him, everlasting in beauty, needing - of course - to be maintained. He is in there, in the basement crypt, resting for all of- Dr. Arkanen: Basement? De Carne: You know. The level beneath the ground floor. Dr. Arkanen: No, I- I know what a basement is. That thing has a basement? De Carne: Are you surprised? Dr. Arkanen: No, I'm just… okay, maybe. Seemed like a pretty above-ground structure, except for… the roots. I guess I should have seen that coming. De. Carne: I guess as well. Dr. Arkanen: Okay, so Ion's body - or whatever's left - and this basement level: would we be allowed to investigate? De Carne: So you do believe me. Dr. Arkanen: Well, probably. I'm just a man of science, though. You know, hard evidence and all that. De Carne: Ha. You really do never change. But… yes, I suppose you would, if you were allowed entry. Dr. Arkanen: And who would need to permit us to enter? De Carne: I suppose a member of the elder council. Dr. Arkanen: And what would you be? De Carne: I am… well, if you would believe, I am a representative of the Village Elder Council. Dr. Arkanen: Then consider this a formal request! We'd like to send a few of our men into the anomaly- sorry, the mausoleum, and see Ion's body for ourselves. Maybe investigate the peculiar furniture? Just a quick look around for our documents. De Carne: Hm. Dr. Arkanen: Also, we'd like to take a few flesh samples from the structure. Study every area, you know. De Carne: Well… De Carne smiles and her eyes widen, a nearly hungry expression on her face. De Carne: I think I can find that… agreeable. Dr. Arkanen: Fantastic! Do you need to, like, sign a document with your elders or something? De Carne: Oh, Samuel. This is not the bureaucracy of your American offices. My word will do. Dr. Arkanen: That's great to hear. I'll talk with my superior then and get back to you. Arkanen sticks out his hand. De Carne stares at it for a second, the spines on her back quivering for a moment before she sighs. She shakes his hand. Dr. Arkanen: Pleasure doing business with you. De Carne: You too, Foundation man. [END LOG] General Mulhausen: Well, that was wholly unproductive. Dr. Arkanen: Seriously? General Mulhausen: Yes, seriously. Nothing was gained from her, like it always is with these people. Dr. Arkanen: On the contrary, General, this helped us a lot. Sure, her answers were vague, but our conversation gave exactly the thing I was there for in the first place. General Mulhausen: And what would that be? Dr. Arkanen: Permission to go inside. An exploratory team composed of 3 in-area Agents was put together to investigate the interior of SCP-7662 and the alleged basement levels, as per the granted entry by Änya de Carne. EXPLORATION AUDIO LOG FOREWORD: Agents Conroy (ζ), Mahmood (θ), and Arthur (λ) - all trained Foundation Field Agents with a history of exploring dangerous anomalies - were selected to enter SCP-7662, with Dr. Arkanen acting as "command". [BEGIN LOG] C-ζ: Mics checked and ready, command. Command: Alright, remember, it’s a simple in-and-out. Änya told me there's a basement to this thing, and if anywhere is going to store Ion's corpse, it'll be there. C-ζ: Alright, we're heading inside now. See you on the other side, Command. Command: Godspeed. The sounds of squelching footsteps as the agents enter the home. M-θ: Fucking gross. Command: What do you see? A-λ: Everything you can through the window out there- all made of… body parts. M-θ: It's so warm in here. A-λ: Probably just the hazmat suits. C-ζ: Hey, command, we're supposed to look for a staircase, right? Command: Anything that would indicate a lower level. More squelching footsteps. C-ζ: Well, there's a spiral staircase at the back of this first floor. Goes up and down, so I guess they weren't lying. M-θ: We could each take a floor? A-λ: I don't know how good of an idea it is to split up- we sure this place is safe? M-θ: Hasn't harmed us yet. A-λ: Keyword yet. C-ζ: Command, what's your call? Command: Hm. It… it would be faster to get you out of there for all 3 floors to be covered at once. I say split up. A-λ: Duly… noted. M-θ: I guess we draw straws to- C-ζ: I'll take the basement, and you two just start heading up together. M-θ: Or that. Good luck, captain. More squelching footsteps, accompanied by creaking. Agent C-ζ can be heard breathing deeper than the others. Command: You alright in there, Conrad? C-ζ: Use- use callsigns. Yeah, I'm fine, it's just hot. Sweaty as hell. Command: Can you continue? C-ζ: For sure. I've gone about 10 steps and there's nothing yet. M-θ: Must be deeper than it is tall, because- Some of the footsteps stop. M-θ: We're on the second floor. No windows up here, unfortunately. There…. doesn't seem to be much? A-λ: I'll make my way to the third floor, you keep looking. M-θ: Gotcha. Command: Team basement, how are we doing? C-ζ: I, uh- fuckin' hell, that's- Command: Zeta? C-ζ: There's just… it's one big room down here. Looks to be about ten-by-ten meters or so? Bigger, maybe. Completely empty, save for the, uh… A-λ: The what? C-ζ: There's… a skeleton. It's sort of just floating there, held up by a bunch of little roots- like the ones outside. Command: The skeleton is whole? A-λ: Maybe they weren't wrong. C-ζ: Yeah, it's complete. Seems like… a kid's, though. Command: Damn. Lambda, can we get a- A-λ: I'm on the third floor now. Nothing particularly notable, just… more furniture. All over the place. C-ζ: The real question is, then… whose skeleton are you, little guy? The sounds of bones breaking comes through C-ζ's microphone. C-ζ: What the- oh, SHI- The sounds of wet flesh moving along skin comes through C-ζ's microphone. Command: Zeta? Zeta, what the hell is going on? C-ζ: The- a bunch of roots just came out of the ground and they've got my arms and- Agh! M-θ: Should we head down there? C-ζ: Fuckin' hell, they're pulling hard, I can't- The sounds of limbs ripping off a body. A scream is heard before C-ζ's audio cuts out. A-λ: Jesus Christ. Command: Zeta? Conrad, can you come in? Conrad- M-θ: Fuck that, I'm going down. A-λ: I don't know how good of an idea that is, Theta. M-θ: You don't- if there's a chance he's still alive, we have to take it! Command: Theta, I don't recommend abandoning your- M-θ: At the very least, we need to know what that was- The sounds of fleshy movement can be heard from M-θ's microphone. M-θ: That- there's a dresser blocking the stairwell. That was not there before. A-λ: Command, are the Nälkä still throwing flesh into this thing? General Mulhausen: You idiot. Dr. Arkanen: You- that’s not helping right now. Command: Shit, I can- I can see a couple. We'll get someone to ask 'em to stop, but- M-θ: But we don't know if they will. Great, trapped in here with no way- Creaking. M-θ: -out… wait, I think it's- oh fuck, it's falling over! The sounds of two squelching footsteps, then a slick falling sound, and a thump. M-θ: Goddamn these flesh-fucking floors. A dresser falling over. A loud crunch. M-θ screams. Command: Theta, are you still with us? A-λ: What's going on down there? M-θ: (strained) The fucking thing, it- it fell on top of me. Lambda, get your ass down here now and get it… fuck, is it getting hotter in here? A-λ runs, before coming to a quick halt. A-λ: The staircase, it's gone. M-θ pats around his HAZMAT suit. M-θ: I… maybe if I can get it off, I can… I can slip out… Christ, why the hell is it so hot in here… A-λ punches the fleshy wall. Nothing happens. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A now noted at 175 meters in length. A-λ: I can't… I don't know how to get down there, man. I'm so sorry. M-θ: It's… no, it's fine if I can just…. just get this…… I….. Command: Stay with me, Mahmood, don't go failing on us now. M-θ: I… I can't… it's too much… The sounds of fleshy movement can be heard again. M-θ: There's… there's a fuckin…. a drawer or- Something falls over. A slam and a crunch are heard. The sound of flesh dissolving and being absorbed by SCP-7662 comes through before M-θ's audio cuts out. Command: I… Lambda, are you still there? A-λ: Yes. Still no exit out of here, though. Command: Okay, listen, we got the Nälkä to stop for a few minutes, but- A-λ: I don't think I'm getting out of here. Command: Don't say that. It's not over yet, and- we'll find a way, damn it. A-λ: Samuel, this building… it never wanted us here. We shouldn't have come. Command: Fucking- I know that now, Arthur, but regardless, I… I don't know. I'm sorry. A-λ: It's okay. I don't blame you for doing your job, though it would have been nice to… I don't know. I always wanted to visit Portugal. Command: If you start talking like that- The sound of flesh ripping apart. A-λ: The… the floor is opening up. Closing towards the edge of the room. I think it's throughout the entire house. I can see his body at the bottom. Command: Okay, Lambda, that's your exit then! Do you have any way of gripping the wall? Can you- A falling scream, and a loud crack. The sound of flesh dissolving and being audibly absorbed by SCP-7662. Lambda's audio cuts out. Command: Grab… on. Static. Command: Shit. Cease… cease recording. [END LOG] An investigation through the singular window on SCP-7662 revealed no visual traces of Agents Conrad, Mahmood, and Arthur. Three hours later, SCP-7662 developed a fourth story. Dr. Arkanen: I just- sorry, that was a- General Mulhausen: Hey, Brenda, would you mind getting me a coffee? Thanks. Brenda: Yes, sir. Dr. Arkanen: Are you… are you even listening? General Mulhausen: Ears like a rabbit. Just need a drink. Dr. Arkanen: Okay. General Mulhausen: Looks like going inside didn't do much for us, did it? Dr. Arkanen: It… no. Well. Kind of. General Mulhausen: Kind of? Doctor, I'd prefer we deal with these kinds of problems in absolutes where possible. "Kind of" ain't what we send our men to die for. Dr. Arkanen: No, it's- have you seriously not considered yourself even the slightest bit guilty for this? General Mulhausen: You accusing me of something, Arkanen? Dr. Arkanen: N-no, just… General Mulhausen: It was your fucking choice, soldier. Don't pin the blame on me for their lives - I signed the order to go inside, but you're the idiot that wrote it up. You can live with that guilt, not me. Dr. Arkanen: … General Mulhausen: Just move on. FOREWORD: The following meeting between Dr. Arkanen and Änya de Carne was scheduled immediately after the cessation of the exploration mission. De Carne was not informed of the reasoning for this meeting beforehand. [BEGIN LOG] Änya de Carne enters Dr. Arkanen's tent. Arkanen is seated at the end of the table, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed. There are 4 security personnel standing behind him, all visibly armed. De Carne: Hello, my friend Samuel! It is good to- De Carne notices the security personnel. Several bone protrusions on her spine shake slightly. She steps back. De Carne: Excuse me? What kind of meeting is this meant to be? Dr. Arkanen: Sit down. De Carne: I will remind you that peaceful interactions are an integral part of your presence here now, Foundation. An action against a member of the Village Council- Arkanen waves his hand. Dr. Arkanen: Calm down. This is a precautionary measure. Just sit. De Carne looks around the tent. She sighs, and pulls out a chair, sitting down. De Carne: So… what is this about then? Dr. Arkanen: You didn't tell us it eats people. De Carne lightly gasps. De Carne: I- it consumes flesh and bone. Your people have seen it themselves. Dr. Arkanen: Yeah, loose flesh and bones. We sent 3 men in there, and they got swallowed whole. You could've very well warned us of that. De Carne: You should have told us you were planning to go inside, then. Dr. Arkanen: We did. You explicitly permitted us to do so. [De Carne is silent.] Dr. Arkanen: Why didn't anybody tell us what would happen to them, then? De Carne: I… who said we knew that would happen? Dr. Arkanen: You're answering with a lot of deflections. Did you know they would be absorbed? [De Carne is silent. She shuffles slightly in her seat.] Dr. Arkanen: Fine then. Next question- [Arkanen pulls out two photographs from his pocket and places them on the table. The first displays several residents of Küldaeva entering SCP-7662. The second shows all of the same residents exiting the structure. The versions exiting SCP-7662 have been physically malformed. Dr. Arkanen: How can your people enter unharmed? De Carne: Perhaps it doesn't take kindly to foreign infections. Dr. Arkanen: Yeah, uh huh, sure; and I don't take kindly to someone bait-and-switching me with stories of a highly important, long-dead religious figure. De Carne: You are making strong accusations of our people, Arkanen. Are you calling us liars? Dr. Arkanen: I wouldn't be, no, if it was just a misunderstanding of chronology. Dr. Arkanen: I can admit it was a risky decision to send them in there in the first place, but we never would've if you, the caretakers of this room - for some reason - had told us the risk. Dr. Arkanen: So, yeah, I'd call you a liar. By omission at least. There's a lot you haven't told us, most of which I can take a guess from your nervous expression that you knew about. Dr. Arkanen: You tried buttering me up by getting us on common ground, and I thought I could trust you. Not feeling the same right now, though. [Silence.] UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A now noted at 250 meters in length. De Carne: Are you done? Dr. Arkanen: Sure. De Carne: Good. I hope you understand, Samuel, I have… I have meant no harm to you and your organization. It is just… it is difficult for us to be completely trusting of the Foundation, coming back like this all these years later. De Carne: You were the ones who came here of your own volition, you know that, right? And it was your choice to send those men to… send those men inside. General Mulhausen: See? Dr. Arkanen: Can I just finish, please? De Carne: I'm sorry if we've been somewhat quick to hide ourselves. Dr. Arkanen: Is that why few of your people will speak to us beyond yourself? De Carne: That- yes, probably. I am their representative. Dr. Arkanen: Änya, have you ever gone inside SCP-7662? [De Carne freezes up. Her spine protrusions shake slightly and she begins to tap her fingers quickly on the table. De Carne: Um. I… yes, probably I have. It's been 500 years, after all, I think I'd remember- [Arkanen raises his hand and interrupts.] Dr. Arkanen: 500 years. De Carne: Ah, um, no, my mistake. Ha! You've asked me a lot of things today, my memory- Dr. Arkanen: Seems a little disorganized. Tell me, though, Änya: what happens when your people go inside SCP-7662? De Carne: I- Dr. Arkanen: Do they get absorbed as well? De Carne: I can't- [Suddenly, Security Agent Whilson bursts into the tent from Arkanen's side. Everyone looks toward them as they stop and catch their breath. They appear to be nervously panicking.] Dr. Arkanen: Agent, this is a confidential- Agent Whilson: Doctor, you- you need to see this. The boys, they're- they came out of the- Dr. Arkanen: Whilson, compose yourself, what is going on? Agent Whilson: The- fucking- the three you sent into 7662! [Arkanen's eyes widen and he stands up. De Carne smiles. She stops tapping her fingers. Dr. Arkanen: Excuse me? Agent Whilson: The anomaly, it spit them back up. They're- they're just sitting outside the flesh tower. Laying there. Dr. Arkanen: Christ. Alright, I’m- I’ll end this meeting here. I need to see this. Arkanen stands up, stares at De Carne for a moment, then leaves. [END LOG] General Mulhausen: Christ, Arkanen, she was literally about to tell you- Dr. Arkanen: Sir! Please, what comes next was significantly more important. General Mulhausen: How? 24 hours after the exploratory mission into SCP-7662, all 3 of the deceased agents were seemingly regurgitated by the anomaly, reportedly launching out of the non-biological iron-valve hatch. All 3 were immediately submitted to the on-site medical facility, where several physical and mental deformities were discovered. MEDICAL REPORTS OF AGENTS CONROY, MAHMOOD AND ARTHUR. Patient: Agent Stephen Conroy STATUS: Operating Normally, Biologically Disturbed DNA is no longer consistent with the original signifiers of the patient; is now a perfect genetic match to DNA samples extracted from SCP-7662. Identifiers such as fingerprints and facial structure are no longer accurate; fingerprints themselves are lacking entirely. X-Ray scanning has revealed skeletal structure to be reworked. 66% of the patient's vertebrae are dispersed into other parts of the body, with 3 instances protruding from the right side of the skull. Bones within the left foot and right have swapped locations, with neither being physically affected in operation and capability. Tissue matter appears to have become significantly more tender. The patient claims SCP-7662 is not responsible. CONCLUSION: Agent Conroy is no longer Agent Conroy. Has been classified as SCP-7662-1 for all intents and purposes. Despite protests, the patient is no longer permitted to be employed as PROJECT KLAVANA. Patient: Agent Anan Mahmood STATUS: Operating dysfunctionally, Biologically Disturbed CONCLUSION: DNA is no longer consistent with the original signifiers of the patient; is now a perfect genetic match to DNA samples extracted from SCP-7662. The patient's legs are shortened and distorted to be positioned similarly to the limbs of a [horse]. Clothing worn prior to SCP-7662 entry is now bounded to muscle tissue; believed to also be composed of organic material, most similar to chitin. Memory testing has revealed only a 50% accuracy to questions relating to the patient's life. The patient claims SCP-7662 is not responsible. Agent Mahmood is no longer Agent Mahmood and has been classified as SCP-7662-2. Admitted to the on-sight hospice. Surgery to attempt a reconstruction of the legs is pending. Patient: Agent Seamus Arthur STATUS: Sedated. DNA is no longer consistent with the original signifiers of the patient; is now a perfect genetic match to DNA samples extracted from SCP-7662. The patient is entirely hollow past the epidermis. Despite this, the body still appears and feels as though it retains structural integrity. Mental functions are severely inhibited; the patient appears unable to properly string together sentences or communicate verbally. Heightened emotions have led to violent outbursts towards other personnel. The patient claims SCP-7662 is not responsible. CONCLUSION: Agent Arthur is no longer Agent Arthur, and has been classified as SCP-7662-3. Sedated for further, uninterrupted research. Currently in transport to Site-19. OPINION OF MEDICAL PRACTITIONER: It doesn't just make furniture. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A now noted at 400 meters in length. Following the examinations of all 3 agents, the SCP Foundation conducted similar medical trials on the population of Küldaeva. Of the 610 Nälkäns residing in the village, only 5 retained their own genetic identity; that being all members of the Village Elder Council. All other residents are believed to have been functionally replaced in some manner by SCP-7662, including the Village Elder Council's representative Änya de Carne. Why the Elder Council was unaffected is unknown. All personnel from PROJECT KLAVAK have been evacuated from Küldaeva. LEVEL 4 CLASSIFIED FINAL OBSERVATION REPORT: SCP-7662 COMPILED BY DR. SAMUEL ARKANEN It explains it all. Her defensiveness. Why none of them wanted to talk to us. Why the Nälkä could enter without seemingly any more harm than their normal fleshbending rituals. I have no idea what's sitting in the bottom of that house in the center of the village, but it's infected them all. I mean, most literally, they've been swapped. I think it changes their minds as well, and prevents them from explaining things. It didn't want to reveal itself, so it didn't let them say anything. It didn't account for our medical abilities, though. Then again, I don't know if 7662 is accounting for anything. I think, though, that the reference point for the duplicates - the subject's original consciousness - remains there. I think Änya is still Änya , deep down, trapped under layers of false flesh. Maybe I'm wrong to think this, but I can't abandon her or any of them there in that village to be this thing's puppets. I'm going to talk to her. I'm going back to the village, with a small security team. There has to be something left. They're people, goddamn it. REPORT NOT SUBMITTED… General Mulhausen: "Functionally replaced"? Dr. Arkanen: With their DNA matching what we retrieved from SCP-7662, we've made the assumption that… 605 people were consumed and remade in the same process it makes furniture. General Mulhausen: And you thought it would be a good idea to go back and talk to one of them? Dr. Arkanen: She wasn't just "one of them". I still had questions. I needed to try and do something, damn it. FOREWORD: Dr. Arkanen attended the following meeting alone. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Arkanen and Änya de Carne are standing across the table from each other. Arkanen looks slightly nervous, while de Carne remains stoically seated in her chair. There is a look of disdain on her face. De Carne: Samuel. Dr. Arkanen: Änya. De Carne: I- I am going to keep this brief, as you and your men have taken up a significant amount of our time already. What is happening right now? Dr. Arkanen: This… it's a conversation! Between me and you. De Carne: No security this time. Dr. Arkanen: Not necessary. Just wanted to talk, is all. De Carne: That seems to be all you want to do. De Carne sits down. De Carne: So. What now? Dr. Arkanen: I understand you're likely confused as to why I'm even here, but- De Carne: Why were you performing experiments on my people? Dr. Arkanen: I- They weren't experiments, and- hold on, how do you know about that? De Carne: Word spreads quickly in this village. Dr. Arkanen: It hasn't even been an hour since we- De Carne: And you evacuated the Village Elders, myself excluded. Dr. Arkanen: …correct. De Carne: You're testing my patience, Samuel. First, you accuse us of lying, then you subject our people to completely unpermitted tests? Since the moment you stepped into Küldaeva you've insisted on poking your head into our business, our lives, which seems to mean nothing to you beyond data points. Even I hoped to trust you based on our first conversation - damn it, I felt guilt after hearing your men died. De Carne: Why do you continue to test us? What are you looking for, Samuel? What about us and our memorial for a fallen hero - no, more than that, our Prince of Flesh - matters so god-damned much to you? Dr. Arkanen: I… [Arkanen sighs.] Dr. Arkanen: Listen, Änya, I don't know how much of this you know already, but… when our men came out, their DNA perfectly matched that of SCP-7662. Dr. Arkanen: I could ignore the malformities they suffered - that didn't seem to be uncommon from the way this thing plays with body parts - but that was a step too far. Dr. Arkanen: Then, we remembered the pictures of your people, going in and out, and… [De Carne's eyes widen.] Dr. Arkanen: Almost all of Küldaeva has been replaced. It- your "mausoleum", it doesn't just take all the flesh and bone you give it and make fucking furniture, it… Dr. Arkanen: It eats you up and spits you out again. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A now noted at 580 meters in length. Dr. Arkanen: I'm… I'm sorry, Änya. We- we didn't test you but based on the statistics and what you've told me… you aren't you anymore. Dr. Arkanen: I'm so sorry. [Silence. Arkanen and De Carne continue to stare at each other for a few seconds. Suddenly, De Carne smiles.] De Carne: Oh, Samuel. [De Carne's skin begins to ripple and growths start to slowly form. The spines on her back begin to grow outwards and her jaw extends downwards, her teeth following suit. Arkanen stands up and jumps back, stepping slowly towards the entrance to the tent. De Carne: What a fool you are. Dr. Arkanen: Änya? What the- what is going on? [Suddenly, De Carne's limbs rapidly extend outwards, her torso and head bulging out. Several of her bones poke through her skin around her joints, tearing through without causing any bleeding, while orifices on her body open and close in quick succession. Her body now takes up the entirety of her side of the tent, filling into the corners of the ceiling, with the protrusions and several newly formed extremities pushing outwards. De Carne's eyes melt within her eye sockets and are absorbed into her skin, which begins to turn a dark and fleshy red around her body. Skin continues to ripple and form several small models of furniture out of bone, flesh, and muscle before reabsorbing them. This continues over and over again as Arkanen watches, horrified. He steps towards the exit of the tent, slowly reaching into his coat pocket.] Dr. Arkanen: Holy hell. A voice comes through De Carne's malformed mouth. It is not hers. Unknown: There is no more "Änya". There is no more anything on familiarity to you. General Mulhausen: That- That is an awful sound. Dr. Arkanen: Who.. who are you? Unknown: I am everything. The blood coursing through their veins. The flesh and skin that protect their bones. I am the center of their society, and I am the creator of yours. [Arkanen's eyes widen.] Dr. Arkanen: Not Ion. Unknown: Not a false prophet. The true granter of the flesh. Dr. Arkanen: Y- Yaldabaoth. Unknown: Indeed. And you, Samuel, are just a man. One so easily pulled apart and reconstructed like a lamb for a meal. Dr. Arkanen: But- why would you… the people of Küldaeva, did they not see you as their- Unknown: They are LIARS. They are FOOLS who disrespect the flesh for what it is. The Nälkäns are not my children, they are my BETRAYERS. Unknown: I am meant to be the KING of the FLESH, I am NOT their resource to be pulled from like a corpse. They lack ANY respect. They are IMPERFECT. Unknown: I let them have their chance. I let man have his chance. But it has failed me. It is imperfect and must be reformed like the primordial clay of which you were born. This village was perfect. When I landed here, I had not a full- I did not know- I- [The figure formerly known as De Carne hesitates.] Dr. Arkanen: When you… "landed here"? Unknown: That- IRRELEVANT. I am Yaldabaoth, I am the purveyor of the flesh and I will not have your foolish notions of existence tarnish my intentions any longer. The people of this disgraceful village were replaced, as they should have been long ago. They were made better, made in my own image. Made perfect. Dr. Arkanen: That… that seems unreasonable. Unknown: YOU SPEAK OF REASON? YOU ARE EVEN MORE MORTAL THAN THE FOOLS I HAVE TAKEN. WHAT CAN YOU DO? Dr. Arkanen: Why didn't you do it sooner then? Unknown: What? Dr. Arkanen: You- you only showed up here in the last 30 years. The Nälkä… they've existed for literal millennia. Why not arrive sooner? Unknown: I. I. I. The entity looks downwards and stops moving entirely. Dr. Arkanen: You are a primordial entity, aren't you? The entity raises its head quickly. The sound of the neck cracking is heard. Unknown: You doubt my legitimacy? You doubt what I am? Dr. Arkanen: No, I was just- Unknown: YOU DOUBT YOUR OWN CREATOR? YOU SEE YOURSELF WITH THAT RIGHT, DARING TO SPEAK BACK TO ME? Several limbs reach out towards Arkanen, dripping with melting flesh. Unknown: I AM YALDABAOTH. I AM THE CREATOR OF FLESH. AND YOU WILL JOIN ME, THE REST OF THIS VILLAGE, AND THE ENTIRETY OF YOUR DISGUSTING RACE AS PART OF THE OOZE THAT BORE YOU. Unknown: ARKANEN IS NO MORE, YOU FUCKING- 3 gunshots pull through the tent and make an impact with several limbs, several 2 of them. The entity reels back and screams. Arkanen has pulled out his walkie-talkie and takes his finger off of the transmitting button. Dr. Arkanen: Nice shot. Unknown: No, no, I will not- Another bullet hits the entity, this time in the head. Unknown: You are alone, how- Dr. Arkanen: Backup. Unknown: You think your bullets can stop me? Dr. Arkanen: Maybe not, but it gives me time. 6 more shots are fired at the entity, all at vital points. The entity freezes up and begins to regurgitate, falling over into a pool of melted flesh after a few seconds of screaming. Dr. Arkanen: That structure might be Yaldabaoth, but you… you're just Änya. Arkanen pulls out his walkie-talkie and presses the transmission button. Dr. Arkanen: Thanks, Whilson. Agent Whilson: (through walkie-talkie) Got it, boss. Now, can we please leave before they figure out where we are? Dr. Arkanen: On it. I have a lot to show Mulhausen. Arkanen pulls open the door to the tent. He begins to walk out, before pausing and turning towards the corpse that was Änya de Carne. He sighs. Dr. Arkanen: I'll find a way, Änya. For all of you. Arkanen leaves the tent. [END LOG] General Mulhausen: Good fucking god. Dr. Arkanen: Yeah. The point of this is, we need to help these- General Mulhausen: Brenda? Be a dear and call in the boys from the Armed Forces, would you? Dr. Arkanen: Excuse me? Brenda: On it, sir. General Mulhausen: Thank you. Dr. Arkanen: General, what are you doing? General Mulhausen: Putting together a decommissioning squadron. Thank you for the report, Arkanen, that'll be- Dr. Arkanen: Decommissioning? You mean destroying 7662? General Mulhausen: I mean destroying the entire village, doctor. Every last one of those meatfuckers and their bone-filled homes is now considered a dangerous active anomaly. Dr. Arkanen: The- the people? General, the anomaly might be a problem, but there are innocent people in that village. They're a protected group, for god's sake, you can't be- General Mulhausen: Hold the pity party, Arkanen. They're Sarkics, first of all, and a lost cause at that. You just told me they've all been replaced by the tower anyway. Dr. Arkanen: Sorry, “Sarkics”? General Mulhausen, the Nälkä of Küldaeva are people, even in their current state. You can't do this. General Mulhausen: Your data scouts are the ones telling me this thing has, what, extended out nearly a kilometer in length away from the village? Under no circumstance am I allowing any part of that fucking… thing to continue existing. Dr. Arkanen: General, with all due respect, you need to consider this rationally. General Mulhausen: Doctor, with all due respect, you aren't a necessary part of this containment project anymore. Stop talking. Dr. Arkanen: I won't let you go forward with this. We can find a way to help them- do we not possess technology involving the extraction of souls? Spirits? General Mulhausen: Goddamn it, Arkanen, step aside! If you can't get this ridiculous notion out of your head, I will have you terminated for excommunication and disobeying the orders of a significantly higher-ranking officer! Dr. Arkanen: I- I'm sorry for speaking out of turn, Mulhausen, but regardless of the people, there's still the threat of Yaldabaoth. It's completely irrational, it's- General Mulhausan: That ain't Yaldabaoth. Dr. Arkanen: What? General Mulhausen: That corpse you talked to wasn't fucking Yaldabaoth, Arkanen. Christ, it's like we hired a child to run a fucking man's job. Dr. Arkanen: That- sir, what other explanation- General Mulhausen: The gearheads have had the real thing locked up in the middle of Russia since the inception of the Cold War, at the very least. Catch up on your history. Dr. Arkanen: But- no, then what… General Mulhausen: Listen here, Doctor. We are decommissioning the tower, the village, and your poor wayward souls inside as soon as I get a call back confirming a squadron is on its way to add to our already huge security team. This is, and always has been, my operation. If you can't go along with that, then you're out of here. Understand? Dr. Arkanen: … General Mulhausen: That's what I thought. Dr. Arkanen: (to himself) I'm so sorry, Änya. General Mulhausen: What was that? Dr. Arkanen: N-nothing. General Mulhausen: Y'know what? General Mulhausen: I think I do have a job for you. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A now noted at 800 meters in length. FOREWORD: The following TERMINATION LOG was created through the compiling of several recordings of the event. [BEGIN LOG] A caravan of the Foundation' Military surrounds the borders of Küldaeva, with several armored vehicles and a helicopter flying overhead. This group includes many of the personnel from PROJECT KLAVAK, both scientists and security. General Mulhausen can be seen standing in front of the largest tank, holding a megaphone, and appearing to lead the group. Dr. Arkanen stands beside him. SCP-7662 is seen in the distance, and has now reached 6 stories in height, the iron-valve hatch is now located on the 5th floor. Several large jutting protrusions resembling spikes upon the dome room, all pointed outwards and creating a crown-like shape. Several SCP-7662-A instances are now seen above the ground, pulsating as they create and dissolve furniture along their exterior. The residents of Küldaeva ignore the Foundation personnel and continue about their day. Mulhausen pushes Arkanen forward. General Mulhausen: Go ahead. Dr. Arkanen: Right. Uh, shit. Hello? Is there… is Änya de Carne here? In synch, every resident of Küldaeva stops and turns towards the Foundation's caravan. Arkanen gasps. All of the residents speak synchronously, with the voice of Änya de Carne instead of their own. "De Carne": Hello, Samuel. Dr. Arkanen: Oh, holy- alright. Änya, listen, I'm sorry about… what happened before. I don't know if you remember it at all, actually, but- General Mulhausen: (whispered into Arkanen's ear) Focus. Dr. Arkanen: Shit. Änya, we… we request an audience with Yaldabaoth. "De Carne": And why would I want that? Dr. Arkanen: We… we simply want to have a conversation. That's all. We understand the, uh, power he possesses, and would like to give our… allegiance. The Nälkä are silent. The tentacles of SCP-7662 stop moving entirely. "De Carne": Acceptable. You may pass through. The residents of Küldaeva all move off the streets and into their homes as the Foundation caravan passes through, tank treads rolling over loose pieces of bone and flesh left into the street. Soldiers look around at the village to see parts of the houses have been replaced by biological matter, with SCP-7662-A instances everywhere. Mulhausen gags, then quickly regains his composure and marches onwards. From the doorways and windows of their homes, the Nälkä of Küldaeva watch. The singular helicopter flies overhead, showing the rooves of these homes to themselves be partially replaced by segments of what appears to be bone. Eventually, the caravan reaches the center of the town. SCP-7662 is unmoving. Arkanen and Mulhausen stare up at the structure. Mulhausen pulls out his megaphone. General Mulhausen: Alright, "Yaldabaoth", here's how this is going to work. He gestures towards the military caravan. General Mulhausen: We - the Foundation, if that wasn't clear - have firepower. A lot of it. I know that your puppets aren't bulletproof, so I don't have high expectations of your durability. If we wanted to right now, we could blow you off the face of the Earth. The iron-valve hatch on SCP-7662 opens. A voice comes through. SCP-7662: It sounds as though you are threatening your GOD, Donald. General Mulhausen: That's because I am. Quite frankly, I don't have any interest in letting you or this godforsaken village continue sitting here. You're dangerous, overly gumptious, and honestly just pretty fucking disgusting. Mulhausen pushes Arkanen forward. General Mulhausen: But this guy, he wants to help you. Or something. Samuel's interpretation of this scene here is that we can negotiate? Figure something out? Dr. Arkanen: That- Yes. There has to be something we can do for you to let the people of Küldaeva, isn't there? We can- General Mulhausen: If you really want Portugal so badly, you can have her. Dr. Arkanen: Huh? General Mulhausen: I don't see you presenting much of a solution here. Dr. Arkanen: We can't just give it a fucking- sorry, a country is the price of their freedom? General Mulhausen: Learn to deal with absolutes if you want to play patty-cake with the gods, sissy. SCP-7662 laughs, the roots all around Küldaeva shaking and writhing as it does so. SCP-7662: Ha! Negotiation, with you? You don't even seem to understand what you came here for, Samuel and Donald of the Foundation. There is no deal you could provide me reasonably that would stop what is coming. The residents of Küldaeva are no longer visible in the doorways and windows of their homes. SCP-7662: Did you think you could use your deceitful promises to lure me into submission? Silence. Mulhausen lowers his megaphone. General Mulhausen: Meh. Not really. Mulhausen raises his arm and flicks his hand forward. The single helicopter begins to fly towards SCP-7662 at faster and faster speeds. General Mulhausen: Just wanted to get close. All stations- The caravan raises their weapons towards SCP-7662. Armored vehicles reposition to be pointed directly at the iron-valve hatch of the anomaly. General Mulhausen: Fire! Suddenly, several of the armed personnel begin to open fire at each other. The helicopter continues to fly towards SCP-7662. All personnel noted for shooting Foundation Agents were present in Küldaeva for the duration of PROJECT KLAVAK. General Mulhausen: What in- what the fuck is going on? Why are we not shooting 7662? Dr. Arkanen: It- that was the PROJECT KLAVAK team, they’re- oh. Shit. General Mulhausen: How unsupervised were they? Dr. Arkanen: We- we needed to cover a whole village, they couldn’t always- The helicopter reaches 10 meters away from SCP-7662, all weapons primed. In an instant, a massive spiked protrusion emerges from the 6th floor of the anomaly, impaling the helicopter and causing it to explode violently. All around the military caravan, the residents of Küldaeva begin exiting their homes and walking toward SCP-7662. Personnel are now fighting other Foundation personnel, with the defectors skin slowly turning a fleshy red with each passing moment. SCP-7662-A instances raise into the air and grab personnel from off the ground, throwing them back into the structure to be instantly absorbed. Screams are heard all around as Mulhausen stares in shock. The armored vehicles do not fire. General Mulhausen: God motherfucking damn it- tankmen, why aren't we firing? Tank Operator Ryan comes through the radio. T.O Ryan: Sorry, sir, who the hell are we firing at? General Mulhausen: The fuck do you mean, "who are we firing at?", obviously the goddamn flesh tower! Dr. Arkanen looks around the area at the bloodshed and starts to run away before Mulhausen grabs him by the collar of his jacket. General Mulhausen: Nice try. T.O Ryan: Excuse me sir? General Mulhausen: Nothing that concerns you, just fire the- 6 SCP-7662-A instances emerge from the ground, all 1 meter in diameter, and wrap themselves around the armored vehicles. With a single squeeze, they are crushed immediately. General Mulhausen: Mother of christ. The residents of Küldaeva continue to walk towards SCP-7662-A. Upon passing any member of Foundation personnel not deemed to have been replaced by SCP-7662, large groups of Nälkä will grab and drag them forward toward SCP-7662. Several members of the PROJECT KLAVAK research team can be seen doing the same. General Mulhausen: No, no no no! I will not be letting this fuckin' thing beat us here! Mulhausen pulls out his pistol and begins firing at SCP-7662 to no effect. General Mulhausen: I will not lose to a glorified- The iron-valve hatch releases a visceral scream as more personnel are absorbed into SCP-7662. Residents of Küldaeva have reached the structure and walked into the anomaly, melting into the fleshy walls and pulling unaffected personnel with them. Slowly, a large orb of flesh and biological material begins forming at the top of SCP-7662, hovering slightly above the structure. The iron-valve hatch is inexplicably now located at the front of this orb, positioned directly looking at Mulhausen as though it were an eye. It laughs. SCP-7662: What a shame. A foolish head wasted on a good pair of shoulders. An orifice opens up on the 5th floor of the structure, firing out a spherical object appearing to be made of bones and ligament directly towards General Mulhausen. General Mulhausen: Someone needs to get a fucking HAZMA- The object slams through Mulhausen's head, decapitating him instantly. His corpse falls to the ground as Arkanen watches in horror. He looks back up to stare at SCP-7662, which has grown yet another story taller. The orb of flesh above the tower is becoming larger and larger, and small pieces of furniture continue to form and dissolve all around the surface of the structure. SCP-7662: Now you see the power of the flesh. Barely any personnel remain; those that do continue to unsuccessfully ward off Küldaevan people, who overpower and drag them into SCP-7662. Blood and crushed metal fill the center of the village. SCP-7662: I come from somewhere far beyond here. I could not say for sure what I am. I don't know where, nor do I know why I arrived. But I did. Arkanen looks around and takes a deep breath, regaining his composure. He raises his arms as several Nälkäns begin to drag him towards SCP-7662. He mouths the words "I'll be with you soon, Änya" as his body is slowly dissolved into the anomaly. SCP-7662: When I landed upon this barren rock, I collided with a young boy, instantly removed from this world by my steel-laden face. SCP-7662-A instances start to come through the iron-valve hatch, extending towards the bloodied ground around SCP-7662. The larger instances throughout the village begin to wrap around homes and buildings, crushing them instantly. SCP-7662: I absorbed his memories. His understanding of faith. His understanding of this cruel world around him. I saw it all, and I reached a realization. More and more SCP-7662-A instances sprout from the ground around the structure, attacking the surrounding buildings and grabbing loose bodies, throwing them into SCP-7662. For every instance of biological matter added to the structure, a root or a piece of furniture forms, jutting out from the anomaly. SCP-7662: His god was one of flesh, bone tender, and power. Pulses of red lights emanate from the orb atop SCP-7662. Images begin to form on the exterior of the structure; faces, humans running, stars forming and falling. SCP-7662: I am one of flesh, bone, tender, and power. The images disappear. The sounds of roots tunneling through the hills surrounding the village are accompanied by the remaining buildings caving in. All biological components are absorbed by SCP-7662. SCP-7662: Thus, it must not be a coincidence I arrived to him. I must be his god. The orifice which terminated Mulhausen opens wider, and a child's skeleton is lifted by a root through the hole and raised above the ground. SCP-7662: And thus, you disgust me in your failures. The skeleton is crushed and absorbed. SCP-7662: It matters little to me whether I am right. I must be right. Slowly, humanoid figures begin emerging from the sides of SCP-7662; some walk forward, and some remain next to the anomaly, ripping off their body parts and adding them to the structure. SCP-7662: Thus, I am YALDABAOTH. The humanoids that emerge from the anomaly leave the village, falling down the hillside limply or foraging through the surrounding forests. Their groans and wet screams can be heard piercing through the sounds of tunneling. SCP-7662: And thus, you shall submit. SCP-7662: This world be torn to viscera. All footage sources are lost. [END LOG] Following the above events, SCP-7662 has been reclassified. {$item-text} 7662 LEVEL0 VEILBREAKING CONTAINMENT CLASS: esoteric SECONDARY CLASS: tiamat DISRUPTION CLASS: amida RISK CLASS: danger link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level1 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7662-37 to SCP-7662-68, prior to replacement. Superseding Combat Procedures:4 All efforts of the Foundation are to be focused on the complete termination of SCP-7662 by any means necessary. Any personnel formerly associated with the PROJECT KLAVAK are to be considered MIA and must be terminated on sight. Termination of SCP-7662 roots continues as before; under no circumstances can the anomaly be allowed to UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A is now noted at 1.6 KM in length. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A is now noted at 2.3 KM in length. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A is now noted at 20.4 KM in length. UPDATE: Farthest SCP-7662-A is now noted at 93 KM in length. INCOMING MESSAGE! ALERT! FARTHEST SCP-7662-A NOW NOTED AT 100 KM IN LENGTH. SCP-7662 INFECTION HAS NOW REACHED A MAJOR POPULATION CENTRE (LISBON, PORTUGAL). THE FOUNDATION IS NOW ACTIVATING THE APOLLYON RESPONSE INITIATIVE. ALL PERSONNEL TO INTERACT WITH SCP-7662 FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS ARE CONSIDERED LOST. ALERT! SEVERAL SCP-7662 INSTANCES HAVE BEEN SPOTTED ACROSS THE SOUTHERN REGION OF PORTUGAL! ALERT! SEVERAL SCP-7662 INSTANCES HAVE BEEN SPOTTED ACROSS THE EASTERN REGION OF PORTUGAL! ALERT! SEVERAL SCP-7662 INSTANCES HAVE BEEN SPOTTED ACROSS THE WESTERN REGION OF PORTUGAL! ALERT! SEVERAL SCP-7662 INSTANCES HAVE BEEN SPOTTED ACROSS THE NORTHERN REGION OF PORTUGAL! ALERT! SCP-7662 INFECTION HAS REACHED 5.4% OF PORTUGAL'S LANDMASS. ALERT! SCP-7662 INFECTION HAS REACHED 25.3% OF PORTUGAL'S LANDMASS. ALERT! SCP-7662 INFECTION HAS REACHED 67% OF PORTUGAL'S LANDMASS. ALERT! SCP-7662 INFECTION HAS REACHED 92.6% OF PORTUGAL'S LANDMASS. PORTUGAL IS LOST. 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SCP-7663 | euclid | Depiction of SCP-7663-A, generated by Foundation illustrator Laverne Kennedy at the time of detainment Item #: SCP-7663 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7663-A is to be contained in a low-security humanoid housing facility, with video surveillance disabled. To keep account of SCP-7663-A's precise location and behaviour, it is required to wear an electronic ankle monitor and to participate in hourly check-ins with Foundation personnel while not occupied by testing, interviews, or any other supervised activities. Provisional with good behaviour, SCP-7663-A is permitted to keep personal belongings in its containment cell, to participate in supervised volunteer work on the premises, and to keep in contact with family members1 through monitored channels of communication. One copy of any known instance of SCP-7663-B, including those generated during testing, is to be saved within the Foundation's infohazard archives. All other copies are to be destroyed and/or removed from any public access. Pending further investigation, refrain from quoting any instance of SCP-7663-B or discussing the specific contents of any instance in detail. View the SCP-7663-B Ranking Scale table below for specific procedures on the treatment of individuals affected by SCP-7663-B. Rank 0 instance of SCP-7663-B are permitted for use in assessing Foundation staff for suitability in projects related to SCP-7663. + Show Rank 0 SCP-7663-B Instance Example + - Hide Rank 0 SCP-7663-B Instance Example - Rank 0 SCP-7663-B Instance #C4354 ("Laugh") Isolated frame from Rank 6 SCP-7663-B Instance #A301 ("Kitchen") Description: SCP-7663-A is a 57-year-old human male, legally known as Ferdinand Bruno. Any photograph or video recording featuring SCP-7663-A2 instantly become an instance of SCP-7663-B. Copies of the same photograph or video generate identical instances of SCP-7663-B. This anomalous property first manifested on October 12th, 2019, and immediately affected all previously-existing photographic images and videos of SCP-7663-A, generating a total of 11714 known unique instances of SCP-7663-B. SCP-7663-B collectively designates media, in the form of comic strips and animated short films, featuring the character Bumbles. Each instance of SCP-7663-B is labeled in some visible location with a single word, identifying the topic of that piece of media. The topics appear to be completely unpredictable, with no detectable relationship to the original image of SCP-7663-A, to the context of its creation, or to SCP-7663-A's own experiences or opinions. Isolated panel from Rank 2 SCP-7663-B Instance #C2535 ("Gelatin") Bumbles is a clownlike figure, visibly resembling SCP-7663-A, who takes on a wide range of different jobs, activities or social roles depending on the topic of the specific instance. Bumbles will typically cause some form of destruction or disorder through curiosity, recklessness, incompetence or bad luck, and will then comment on that event with some sort of wordplay. Other characters may interact with Bumbles, but they rarely reappear in more than one instance of SCP-7663-B, and may appear inconsistently even within the same instance. Although the comedic structure is largely consistent, instances of SCP-7663-B may vary widely in visual style, as well as physical format, size and length depending on the medium the instance originated from. Isolated frame from Rank 4 SCP-7663-B Instance #A099 ("Dark"), demonstrating the topic word SCP-7663-B instances, once generated, have no unusual physical properties, and only demonstrate any anomalous characteristics in the presence of susceptible human individuals. Individuals are affected if they experience a significant, genuine comedic reaction to the contents of any instance of SCP-7663-B3, and instantly and irreversibly undergo changes in behavioural patterns. Because of the consistency of comedic techniques used in SCP-7663-B, the susceptibility of a given individual is typically constant across different instances. 29% of English-speaking minors and 7% of English-speaking adults are estimated to be reliably susceptible to SCP-7663-B. SCP-7663-A has demonstrated a total immunity to the anomalous effects of SCP-7663-B. Isolated frame from Rank 5 SCP-7663-B Instance #A189 ("Angling") Once an individual has been affected, they permanently develop a humour response to the topic of the instance of SCP-7663-B they observed, regardless of their previous opinion or view of that topic. This frequently results in the individual acting in a distracted, reckless or deliberately-disruptive manner in contexts relating to that specific topic. SCP-7663-B instances are ranked on a scale of increasing severity, in terms of danger presented to and/or from those affected: + Show SCP-7663-B Scale + - Hide SCP-7663-B Scale - Rank Description Topic Examples Foundation Response 0 Instances which cause practically no change at all to the individual's behaviour, due to the topic already being inherently linked to comedy, or being a concept that is never naturally encountered "Jokes", "Aploir"4, "Standup" No response required, aside from routine amnestic treatment and surveillance 1 Instances which may cause changes in the individual's sense of humour, but which are still associated with a comedy response widely considered normal "Puppetry", "Clown", "Penguins" No response required, aside from routine amnestic treatment and surveillance 2 Instances not associated with a typical comedy response, but still generally considered within the range of plausibility "Panda", "Tapdance", "Dolls" Possible pathological cover required, with medical records fabricated to explain change in behaviour 3 Instances which will almost certainly result in increased attention, due to frequency and/or abnormality of topic "Sandwich", "Eyes", "Music" Pathological cover required, with medical records fabricated to explain change in behaviour 4 Instances which result in a profound change in the individual's personality "Animosity", "Remember", "Hungry" Pathological cover required, with medical records fabricated to explain change in behaviour 5 Instances which hold a significant risk of promoting physically dangerous behaviour under certain specific conditions "Jackhammers", "Explosive", "Chlorine" Pathological cover required, as well as consistent monitoring and possible professional reassignment 6 Instances which hold a significant risk of promoting physically dangerous behaviour under conditions which are difficult to avoid in everyday life "Bleed", "Automobile", "Alcohol" Indefinite isolation, in either civilian or Foundation facility 7 Instances which hold an unacceptable risk of anomalous activity or other comparable consequences [EXAMPLES REMOVED] Indefinite detention Individuals affected by SCP-7663-B typically are not aware of the fact that their personality or views have changed or that their responses are unusual, and will resist efforts to convince them of either fact. The same individual can be simultaneously affected by multiple instances of SCP-7663-B. Amnestic treatment, or any other method of removing the memory of experiencing SCP-7663-B, does not remove or reduce its effects. Recovery Report: Instances of SCP-7663-B reached the attention of the Foundation on the same day as their first manifestation, and the phenomenon was quickly traced back to SCP-7663-A. Due to the consistent visual recognizability of the character of Bumbles, the Foundation was able to use an automated system to identify and contain almost all online instances of SCP-7663-B within five hours of discovery, limiting the known affected population during that period of time to 96 individuals5. SCP-7663-A could not be found at its residence in Ruston Louisiana, but was eventually located and contained by the Foundation while attempting to voluntarily enter detention at the Eros Louisiana Police Department on October 15th, generating 17 new instances of SCP-7663-B in the process6. The following interview was performed immediately after containment: + Show SCP-7663-A Interview + - Hide SCP-7663-A Interview - Interview performed by Infohazard Intake Specialist Dr. Jule Oran and transcribed by Junior Researcher Patrick Long <Begin Transcription> Oran: Good morning, SCP-7663-A, and thank you for agreeing to cooperate with this interview. SCP-7663-A: Of course. Thanks for agreeing to listen. Could you call me Ferdie, though, or at least just 7663? Make things a bit more casual. Oran: I'm afraid that is not possible, and could you please refrain from any attempts at humour, under these circumstances? SCP-7663-A: That wasn't a joke. If I make a joke, you'll know, because- [SCP-7663-A stops speaking momentarily] SCP-7663-A: Nevermind, I was about to try to be funny. I'll stop now. I get it. Oran: Thank you. Would I be correct to assume you are already aware of certain recent, unusual events that you are involved in? SCP-7663-A: I think so, if I understand what you're talking about. Oran: Events related to photographs or videos of yourself. SCP-7663-A: Yeah, I know it. I don't know anything about it, though. I got so desperate that I tried to turn myself in, as if that makes any sense, but the best I could do was to convince the cops I was crazy, and then you know how that ended. You're here to deal with it, though, is that right? Oran: We're going to do the best that we can, but it will help if you can answer some questions, even if you think you don't know anything. SCP-7663-A: Fine, yeah, whatever you want to know. [Dr. Oran shows SCP-7663-A an isolated frame from Rank 3 SCP-7663-B Instance #A031 ("Faucet")] Oran: Is this image familiar to you at all? SCP-7663-A: Well, yeah, kind of. I drew it. Oran: You created this specific image? SCP-7663-A: No, no, I don't think this one. This is from a picture of me, right? I drew the character, though, years ago. Bumbles. Of course, I didn't make the ear like that, back then. Back then, I thought I could make him huge, like Mickey Mouse or Snoopy. [SCP-7663-A spoke the next line in a voice very similar to the voice of Bumbles in animated instances of SCP-7663-B] SCP-7663-A: I was even gonna do the voices myself! Oran: Please don't talk like that. SCP-7663-A: Yeah, sure, sorry. Anyway, obviously I'm not some cartoon billionaire. For a while I performed as Bumbles freelance, doing kids birthday parties. Nose, face paint, I'd do balloon animals, trip over things on purpose. I hardly made any money, though, and eventually I had to quit. Oran: Do you hold any feelings of resentment toward children in particular? SCP-7663-A: No! No way! I love kids! That's why I didn't make money. I kept lowering my prices so I could keep doing the parties, but eventually I was nearly doing it for free, and what kind of parent hires a free clown? Oran: I see. SCP-7663-A: After that, I tried out standup, went to some open mics, but the crowds were tough. That's why I love kids, really. It's so much easier to make them laugh, at least for me. Either way, I wasn't even close to making a living, so I eventually got a pretty solid job doing flood cleanup. Oran: What do you think caused so much difficulty for you, when it came to comedy? SCP-7663-A: Is that a serious question, or do you just want to force me to say it? I'm not funny. You can pick apart my delivery, my timing, the way I read an audience, go through the whole textbook, but the fact is just that I can't tell a joke like other people can. Some people can ignore it, mostly kids, but that's the best I can hope for. Oran: Then why have you been so focused on comedy as a career path? SCP-7663-A: What a thing to ask! I mean, what else am I supposed to focus on? Oran: I see. Can you elaborate on that? SCP-7663-A: Well that was a real question I asked, but sure, I can try. I'm not a philosopher, but laughter is, well, it's when you're so happy you can't even hold it in. And being happy, making other people happy, what can be more important than that? Oran: Do you think that is what led to the manifestation of this phenomenon? [SCP-7663-A spoke the next line in a manner which was allegedly intended to mimic Dr. Oran] SCP-7663-A: Has it occurred to you, um, that I might have come to, um, that conclusion beforehand? Oran: Please, please don't talk like that. SCP-7663-A: Sorry, sorry. I didn't think it was even worth pointing out at this point, but yes, I made the connection before I even went to the police. Still doesn't really make this make any more sense to me. Oran: I see. Are you certain, then, that you did not, in some way, make this happen on purpose? SCP-7663-A: Yes. I'm sure. Oran: I see. SCP-7663-A: Look, forget that stuff I said about why I think laughter is so great. I'm not insane. I saw what happened to the guy who took my mugshot, and that's not something I'm trying to do to anyone. Oran: Do you have any other possible explanations for why this might have happened? I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, I just want to identify why this happened now, since you seem to have felt this way for some time. [SCP-7663-A doesn't speak for almost a minute] SCP-7663-A: Really, the only thing I can think of is, that was when I gave up. [Dr. Oran does not respond for several seconds, to allow SCP-7663-A to continue] SCP-7663-A: I mean, it's not like I ever said "I give up", even inside my head, but you know all the stuff I said about what I think is important. I guess I sort of accepted that I wasn't a part of that. I started telling myself that the stuff I do is important too, and maybe that's true. I don't really know about any of this. It's not like I really know the exact second I gave up, right? Oran: I see. SCP-7663-A: I'm probably overthinking this. Oran: That's alright, it may help anyway, in the future. SCP-7663-A: Is there anything else you need to know, then? Oran: I think that will be all, unless there is anything else you think you should tell me. SCP-7663-A: Well, I'm sorry for making fun of how you talk, before. Oran: Oh, that's alright. I didn't realize that's what you were trying to do. <End Transcription> Footnotes 1. SCP-7663-A's mother and step-sister are currently under the impression that it is employed as a custodian in a United States Air Force base in Alaska. 2. Both digital and film captures, including x-ray photography 3. That is, a reaction which is not based on irony, "anti-humour" or unrelated external context 4. Word of unknown origin or meaning, possibly referring to unidentified woodworking tool in Instance #C9266 ("Aploir") 5. 81 minors and 15 adults, all affected by instances of SCP-7663-B ranked 4 or lower 6. 2 adults affected by Rank 5 Instance #C4234 ("Crosswalk") SCP-6080 But A Dream SCP-7664 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7663" by Monkeysky, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7663. Licensed under CC-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-7664 | safe | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture References to sexual assault If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page close Info X This article contains the following: Unsanitary and nausea-inducing descriptions Mention of sexual assault Body horror and gore This article is not suitable for young readers. Full spoiler CW list in discussion page. ⚠️ content warning A digital estimation of SCP-7664's appearance, illustrated by Researcher Rowan Raster. Click here to view stain diagram. Item #: SCP-7664 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7664 is held at Site-433 within a small sterile containment chamber, positioned at the far side of the chamber. During testing, research personnel are to maintain a safe distance from SCP-7664 and should cover their eyes if necessary. Any changes in SCP-7664's appearance should be reported immediately. Staff that have recently interacted with SCP-7664 during testing are advised to enter the decontamination chamber so as not to risk infection. Easily nauseated personnel are not to be assigned to SCP-7664. Photography of SCP-7664 is not to be performed outside of testing. SCP-7664 infected individuals are kept within quarantine chambers until their symptoms subside. Attempts at treatment are only to be performed during testing. Investigation into the interrogative uses of SCP-7664 are ongoing. Subjects who have been infected by SCP-7664 in the past are to be reported and accounted for during disciplinary hearings. Description: SCP-7664 is a cardboard standee, about 209 cm tall, resembling the cartoon character "Dandy Doggone" from Rumpus the Ram.12 Dandy is illustrated cautiously sniffing the air to his right and nervously looking to his left. The cardboard SCP-7664 is constructed with is stained3 and torn in areas, but is in otherwise relatively good condition. SCP-7664's material is coarse in texture and has been described by several D-Class as "rocky" or "granular". Subjects who have stared at SCP-7664 for long periods of time claim to see the illustration of Dandy blink. This specific phenomenon has yet to be captured. SCP-7664 has the anomalous property of rapidly accelerating any bacterial growth upon its surface; it also emits odors of varying scents, typically one that is personally4 unpleasant to the individual closest to SCP-7664.5 The precise source of this odor is yet to be identified. Prolonged exposure has previously induced fits of hysteria, nausea, and intense guilt in subjects. Whether or not this reaction is anomalously produced is poorly understood. Magnified image of SCP-7664. Cognitohazardous material redacted. When observing SCP-7664 from a closer distance, evidence of decay and contamination increases to an anomalous degree. At a distance of 0.6 meters, the character of "Dandy Doggone" is no longer distinguishable, and SCP-7664 instead resembles a hyper-intricate mural of [DATA EXPUNGED], personalized to the subject.6 These changes in appearance are preserved in photographs. All subjects that fully comprehend a portion of the mural experience intense revulsion. Additional common responses have included vomiting and falling unconscious. This is believed to be partially cognitohazardous. The contents of the mural are intensely traumatic and capable of inducing symptoms of PTSD in already previously-traumatized subjects. Treatment with amnestics is only partially successful, as it currently appears the only way to fully alleviate the subject of these symptoms is treatment via art therapy. The art produced by affected subjects, while potentially disturbing, does not have the same cognitohazardous properties as the mural. Subjects have expressed feelings of relief, acceptance, and levity when completing artwork. The secondary anomalous effect of SCP-7664 activates whenever a subject contracts a bacterial infection from its surface. 7664-infected individuals' appearances will become vulgarly deformed by unknown means. These deformities exaggerate features that the infected individual feels most insecure about. Individuals also develop poor impulse control, acting out in a performatively crude manner. Controlling these impulses has been described by several infected as mentally and physically strenuous, in extreme cases leading to migraines or muscle cramps. Infected individuals are unable to spread their illness to others, even if their illness is contagious in nature. The illness contracted from SCP-7664 can vary, and will always manifest as an existing disease, but symptoms will be prolonged7 and magnified to an often excessive degree. These symptoms do not wane, leaving the 7664-infected individual in a continual state of acute discomfort. Infected subjects also appear to have a larger chance of being involved in situations considered either exaggeratedly mortifying, dramatic, or humorous. Non-infected individuals around an infected subject will either express displeasure and disgust at the subject or acute feelings of schadenfreude. Attempts at treating an infected subject of their illness will cause the subject to undergo further bodily deformation and a prolonging of the illness. This is often followed by an anomalously-exaggerated flare-up in the instance's illness. This process is never fatal despite the extreme amounts of bodily stress it inflicts upon the instance. + Case Study - Case Study Info Administration Observation Conclusion Infected Subject: D-1711 Contracted Ailment: Viral gastroenteritis8 Treatment: Dose D-1711 with antidiarrheal medication.9 Additional Notes: Testing administered and observed by Dr. Maria and Dr. Callen. Due to the irritable state of D-1711, the medication is administered by two researchers. Two guards are positioned outside the door to the room containing D-1711. After dosing D-1711 with medication, researchers are instructed to view D-1711 through the observational window and describe what they see. [BEGIN LOG] The observation room is empty, save for a bedridden D-1711 in immense discomfort. His body is wrapped almost entirely with a blanket, and he can be seen covering his head with a pillow, audibly groaning whilst shifting positions every few minutes. The door opens. Maria and Callen enter, taking a second to observe their surroundings. Maria is seen holding a clipboard and pen, while Callen is seen holding a bottle of antidiarrheal medicine. D-1711 quickly pulls himself further underneath the covers at the sound of the door creaking. Dr. Maria: Good evening, D-1711. How are we feeling? D-1711 hisses, pounding on the mattress with his fist in apparent frustration. Callen sighs and clears his throat. Dr. Callen: Please. We understand you're not in the best state at the moment, but we require your cooperation. Don't waste time. How are you feeling? D-1711: Piss off. D-1711 sticks his right hand from out of the covers, extending his middle finger at the researchers. Dr. Maria: D-1711, we came to help. This behavior is unnecessary. D-1711: Came to help my crusty ass! Why'd you make me lick it?10 Maria covers her mouth, stifling a snicker. Callen gives her an inquisitive look. D-1711: It's still in the back of my throat! D-1711 grunts in pain, shuddering underneath the blanket. Callen appears impatient. D-1711: You bastards can't help me anyway. Dr. Callen: D-1711, get out from under the covers and stop being so dramatic. There's far worse things to experience in this facility than a stomach flu. We have guards right outside this door. D-1711 is silent. Dr. Callen: D-1711? Callen sighs. Dr. Callen: This guy always like this? Dr. Maria: Definitely not this irritable, last I met him. Oddly chipper for someone in his position as a matter of fact. Maria quickly writes something in her clipboard. Dr. Maria: I believe the anomaly is just messing with his head. You think he's giving us the silent treatment? Dr. Callen: Yeah. I'm good with handling these situations, hold on. Callen walks towards the bed, reaching his hand out to grip the blanket. Dr. Callen: Come on. Don't make this harder than it has to b- Without warning, D-1711 moves frantically, quickly untangling himself from his covers, hurtling his blanket and pillow at the researchers. Maria jumps back, dodging the blanket, while Callen staggers backwards as a pillow hits his face. He sputters. Dr. Callen: Fuck me! It's wet! Dr. Maria: Alright, that does it, we're gonna… oh my lord… D-1711's appearance can now be seen. Subject's skin is crusty and dry, and discolored into a chalky pale tone. His eyeballs are bulging from their sockets, pupils unfocused and loose, discolored with a film resembling algae. The nose is periodically dripping an extremely thick and viscous solution of bright green mucus. Subject's cheeks and lymph nodes are incredibly swollen. Body is near debilitatingly thin. Both researchers appear shocked, but keep their composure. D-1711: Does all this answer your goddamn question? D-1711 clutches his stomach, adjusting his position to throw up into a bucket on the left side of his bed. The vomit is orange in coloration, with chunks of brown. D-1711 takes a few deep breathes. D-1711: I think it has a pretty obvious answer, geniuses. Dr. Maria: We have something that can help with that. D-1711: Stop lying. Callen holds the medication out in front of D-1711. D-1711's eyes widen further, appearing as if they're about to burst. He attempts to swat the medication from Callen's hands. D-1711: No! Maria chuckles, unable to hold back laughter. Callen looks towards Maria. Dr. Callen: What's with you today? Dr. Maria: I don't know, it's just… his voice? Fuck me, he did not always sound like that. D-1711: I guess it is pretty funny. Dr. Callen: Hey, take it easy. What makes you so afraid? D-1711 covers his face, crying. Tears begin pouring from his eyes at an abnormal rate and volume. D-1711: It'll all be for nothing! Dr. Callen: What do you mean? D-1711 pukes again. He points at the medicine bottle. D-1711: If you give me that stuff, I'd just be getting away with it all! Dr. Maria: Get away with what, exactly? D-1711: W-when… when I stole from that elderly lady! D-1711 begins bawling. Dr. Callen: This is getting ridiculous. Maria, restrain him for me? Dr. Maria: Roger. If anything happens, get the guards in here. Maria restrains D-1711, holding his arms down with her hands. D-1711 struggles whilst kicking his legs in a rapid motion. Callen avoids nearly getting kicked in the face, maneuvering carefully towards D-1711 in order to administer the medicine. Dr. Callen: Open wide. D-1711: Stop! Stop! Callen forcefully opens D-1711's mouth, administrating the medicine. He then shuts D-1711's jaw until he swallows. D-1711 feigns going limp. Dr. Callen: Woah, what the hell? Dr. Maria: It's a trick. Don't worry about it. Dr. Callen: Pretty convincing one, I'll give him that. The door opens. A guard gestures to the two researchers to leave the observation room. The researchers follow suit, D-1711 attempting and failing to grab at Callen as they leave. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] Maria and Callen are viewing D-1711 lying in bed from outside of the observation room. 20 minutes have passed since administrating the medication. Dr. Callen: Do you know how long this is going to take? Dr. Maria: Patience. It depends. Dr. Callen sighs. D-1711: Hm. Y'know… D-1711 looks down at his right hand, staring at his index finger. D-1711: I always did wonder. D-1711 sticks his index finger deep into his nose. D-1711: Can I get my finger deep enough to sleep? Dr. Callen: Christ almighty. Dr. Maria: Is he really picking his… Maria begins to laugh. Callen appears perturbed, turning his head towards Maria. Dr. Callen: What the hell has gotten into you lately? This is disgusting! Dr. Maria: Come on, Callen. You can't tell me this isn't at least a little amusing. Dr. Callen: All I'm seeing is a rat bastard picking his nose. You really need a break, miss. D-1711 cringes in pain, pulling his finger out of his nostril in order to clutch at his stomach. He attempts to vocalize, but manages only to make several sharp breaths. Dr. Maria: I think the flare-up is beginning. Dr. Callen: I'm not sure I can watch this. Dr. Maria: Don't act like you haven't seen worse. Remember the ranch slugs? Callen covers his mouth, appearing slightly nauseated. Dr. Callen: No. Not now. D-1711 is breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He begins removing his D-Class jumpsuit. Maria begins laughing again. Dr. Maria: He's stripping! Oh my god, he's fucking stripping! Dr. Callen: Stop laughing! Seriously, what the fu- Callen begins screaming. Fully naked, D-1711's abdominal cavity is revealed to be imploding onto itself, the skin surrounding it pulling inward, twisting. The dimensions of the abdomen are distorted to the point where, under conventional geometry, most of the area's organs could not be present. D-1711 clamps his hand onto his mouth in an attempt to pacify himself, his veins pulsing heavily as his skin turns a deep green. Dr. Maria: This is just too much! The nose and eyes of D-1711 begin leaking a noxious bright green fluid. Both nose and eyes abruptly burst out a slurry of bubbling pink bile. D-1711's eyeballs pop from their sockets, dangling from their optic nerves. He lets go of his mouth, simultaneously screaming and vomiting. D-1711 falls onto the floor and begins rolling around the floor, coating his entire body in the pink vomit. Callen stares in shock whilst Maria cackles. Dr. Callen: Just get this over with, please… Dr. Maria: You haven't stopped looking! Hehehaha! Cover your eyes if it upsets you that much! Callen is shaking anxiously. Dr. Callen: I want to stop. It'd be so easy to stop. Why am I still looking? D-1711 rolls around the room, projectile vomiting across the walls, ceiling, and floor. The bile coating the room is abnormally adhesive, allowing D-1711 to roll across the walls and ceiling with relative ease. A large portion of the one way mirror becomes coated in the substance, as well as fogging up from the warmth of the bile, making it difficult for the researchers to see clearly. At this point, Maria falls out of her chair, struggling to breathe from the intensity of her prolonged laughter. Callen covers his face, shuttering and crying. Dr. Callen: Mommy. The sounds of screaming and retching begin dwindling, a loud thud being heard as D-1711 is assumed to have fallen from the ceiling. The inside of observation room is now silent, aside from the sizzling and bubbling of D-1711's bile. Minutes pass without any visible activity from D-1711. Callen and Maria attempt to ease themselves, controlling their breathing. Dr. Maria: Oh my god. I thought I was gonna pass out. That was incredible. Dr. Callen: Incredible? Incredible? A man blows chunks out of his eyeballs and you call that incredible? You're a fucking maniac! Dr. Maria: Wow, someone doesn't have a sense of humor. Dr. Callen: Someone doesn't have an ounce of professionalism in their goddamn body! How was that, in any sense of the word, funny? Maria crosses her arms and pouts. Dr. Maria: Jesus, you really need to lighten up, not every joke has to be brimming with wit and sophistication! Quit being so pompous. Callen clenches his fists. Dr. Callen: What are you fucking talking about! A man is dea- Callen yelps, stumbling back as D-1711's hand slams onto the glass of the observation room, smearing off some of the access bile. D-1711 presses his face against the glass, revealing it to be further deformed and badly swollen, the skin sloughing and mixing in with the bile. D-1711's body is covered in corrosive burns, not unlike ones inflicted by sulfuric acid. D-1711's eyes are somehow functional, the pupils focusing in on Callen. It is unclear how the subject is able to see through the one way mirror. D-1711: Huh? No, I wouldn't die. That's inappropriate. Callen dry heaves. Maria smiles. D-1711: Hey. Don't give me that look, pally! Look on the bright side. D-1711 grins unnaturally wide, pained, the skin on his face stretching to the point it's nearly tearing. His teeth are clearly rotting, deeply stained with plaque, one loosening out of his mouth. D-1711: Least nothing came out the other end. Callen shrieks. [DATA EXPUNGED]11 [END LOG] Notes: Results confirm that the method of introducing infection to a subject appears to change the nature of the phenomenon. However, further tests are required to accurately gauge the lengths of severity. After testing, Dr. Callen was discovered at the medical ward of Site-433, vehemently demanding Class-B amnestics. These demands were denied, causing Dr. Callen grief. Dr. Maria was discovered in the observation room, unconscious. Dr. Maria later admitted during questioning that she had laughed for such an extended period of time that she had trouble breathing, and lost consciousness. Cleaning and disinfecting of the observation room took a total of 3 days. The bed and its contents were unable to be cleaned of their stains, promptly being incinerated and replaced. Analysis of the bacteria was deemed impossible, as any attempts would cause it to rapidly undergo autolysis. Both researchers were severely reprimanded for their unprofessional emotional outbursts displayed during testing. Demotion was considered, but their sentences were lightened to a warning as Dr. Maria discussed the possibility that SCP-7664's anomaly was influencing their behaviors. After D-1711's illness abated months later, Dr. Maria requested access to his cell. When questioned, she stated the desire to apologize and gift D-1711 a $12 giftcard to arcade and sports bar Dave & Buster's. Request was denied. An SCP-7664 infected individual will typically refuse treatment, claiming that they are deserving of their affliction and often refer to the affliction as a "punishment". Infected individuals frequently display penitent behavior over prior actions that they deem as regretful or shameful; they also have an acute knowledge that treatment would cause additional harm. After an varying amount of time, the illness will abate in the subject. Symptoms will rapidly subside and the instance's deformations will demanifest entirely. Following this change is a cognitohazardous phenomenon that affects those familiar with the individual and their sickness. Persons who would otherwise have an unfavorable opinion of the individual will often suddenly approach them with the understanding that they have been punished; many forgive the individual for any misdeeds in their past whether the persons were aware of any incidents or not. In larger social settings, the individual appears to be more respected and treated more equitably by those around them in comparison to individuals with similar backgrounds who have been unaffected by SCP-7664. Discovery: Prior to the discovery of SCP-7664, Simon Clarie, the director and creator of Rumpus the Ram, was the focus of several controversies and allegations. The most notable of these include: Mistreatment of Sputnik Studios animators and voice actors during the production of Rumpus the Ram; Two anonymous sexual assault allegations published online; The belief that episodes of Rumpus the Ram co-produced by Simon are fetishistic in nature;12 An interview wherein Simon Clarie expresses sincere belief in phrenology; Simon Clarie's general hostility towards the Rumpus the Ram online fandom. Many subjects interviewed that interacted with Simon Clarie during this period in time described his behavior as deeply frustrated and paranoid, verging on hostile when subjects questioned his involvement in many of these controversies. Afterwards, Simon Clarie abruptly left Sputnik Studios, leading to Rumpus the Ram's unceremonious cancellation. Many of Simon's social media accounts would also promptly be taken down in light of this, assumed to be an attempt at isolating himself from the public. It is believed that Simon Clarie was staying within his primary residence during this time. Months afterwards, monitoring of 911 calls notified the Foundation of reports of "inhuman, banshee-like screeching" coming from within Simon Clarie's residence. Multiple agents disguised as police officers were dispatched in the area, entering the building. The source of the "screeching" was quickly discovered to be a naked Simon in his bedroom, screaming at an extreme volume whilst clutching his lower abdomen in anguish. Many agents were quick to notice several sharp, jagged edges stretching out from the inside of Simon's pelvis. Simon's bedroom was bare, aside from several broken illustrator pens drained of their ink, surrounding Simon in a circle. As soon as the mass was discovered, it began attempting to break out of Simon's pelvis through the urethra. Simon's scream escalated in volume, reaching an anomalous level that nearly deafened a few agents. The urethra of Simon began to stretch open into an anatomically impossibly wide cavity, a singular pawed hand composed entirely out of renal calculi13 clawing out. Simon began to make several indecipherable choking noises in an attempt to communicate with the agents. Subsequently, the front of his pelvis stretched outwards, bursting open and completely mutilating his genitalia. This rendered Simon limp, the shock and blood loss believed to kill him instantly. The animate renal calculi structure crawled out from within the corpse's pelvis. Bullets shot at the structure simply disappeared within, possibly becoming part of the composition. Fully pulling itself out, the structure was revealed to take on a similar shape to Dandy Doggone. The figure glistened with blood, viscera, and urine. It stated "gone and done it again"14 before its body flattened, shifting into a cardboard standee. The standee immediately displayed anomalous properties. It took approximately an hour for the agents to reconcile what they had witnessed before retrieving SCP-7664 and moving it to Site-433. Exploration of Simon Clarie's residence revealed a shocking absence of personal belongings, aside from a massive amount of ashes discovered within the fireplace and the aforementioned arranged broken pens. Simon's personal computer was discovered within the bathroom, shattered into multiple pieces and shoved into an overflowing toilet. Any data within the computer was rendered unrecoverable. An autopsy of Simon Clarie revealed several abnormal qualities. Aside from the mutilated pelvis and genitalia, other oddities include the disappearance of the subject's pupils and irises, irrecoverably damaged vocal cords, kidneys completely crystalized into renal calculi, and a stomach containing heavy amounts of pen ink. The body also has yet to undergo decomposition, and the eyes occasionally leak urine from an unknown source. It currently resides within Site-433's morgue. Due to the anomalous circumstances of Simon Clarie's death, a cover story was initiated involving his disappearance in a successful attempt to evade the consequence of his many controversies. Interviews with members of GoI-411 ("Sputnik Studios") about the reasoning behind Simon Clarie's sudden departure were mostly met with confusion. However, a few employees would recall that the last thing they remembered Simon Clarie doing before his departure was having a private discussion with a PR firm. Investigation has yet to uncover the identity or existence of this PR firm. Footnotes 1. An infamous "gross out" children's television show produced by GoI-411 ("Sputnik Studios"). Starring the titular Rumpus Ram, a camo-patterned green ram with a pronounced buttock that he employs as a weapon, the series explores several anthropomorphic animal characters with various unhygienic neuroses and quirks living underground in New York. Despite critical panning, the show managed to be relatively successful, running for four seasons and gaining a small cult following. 2. Rumpus the Ram was never advertised with standees. 3. Analysis identifies the stains as consisting of a mixture of dried urine and blood. 4. Specifically tied to an experience, typically humiliating or traumatic. 5. Examples of described smells have included: Cat urine, bile, spoiled meat, raw sewage, skunk spray, smegma, hot garbage, animal feces, roadkill, various chemicals, abscess fluid, and nail fungus. 6. The mural appears to extend further than SCP-7664 itself, but full comprehension is rendered impossible, as it would require the subject to move backwards. This leads to SCP-7664's appearance altering back into resembling a standee. 7. Longest recorded time being 8 months. 8. Stomach flu 9. Bismuth subsalicylate 10. D-1711 was instructed to lick SCP-7664, in order to discover if SCP-7664 had any differencing response to an intentional attempt at infection. 11. About 9 species in total. 12. The allegation is based on what is seen as an unusually high frequency and degree of focus on sequences where male characters receive injuries, typically from pins, bee stingers or other sharp objects, to their buttocks. 13. Kidney stones 14. Dandy Doggone's catchphrase, often stated somberly after the character smells something unpleasant. SCP-7663 But A Dream Critter Profile: Francis! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7664" by ratking666, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7664. Licensed under CC-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-7665 | safe | Civil Western & Spacestealth Article: SCP-7665 - See Evil, Hear Evil, Speak No Evil Authors: Civil Western and Spacestealth Thanks to: Our friends from the Italian Branch who beta-read and crit the article: Mainardo, dddaker, yessss, TheBoxOfFun,Siddartha Alonne and thanks to: arthcymro, Harriet Farrar and FlyPurgatorio ITEM #: 7665 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7665 is kept under Foundation control with an electric fence surrounding the perimeter. Under the authority of Site-77, Outpost-709 has been established for research and containment procedures. Any staff member is permitted to access the sphere, provided they schedule the time in advance, so as to avoid conflict. Update: Site-118’s researchers are currently working to understand the infohazardous properties of the anomaly, staff members are currently not allowed to use the sphere. Description: SCP-7665 is the name given to a spherical “tree house” located near the town of Gorizia, Italy, in a nearby forest. The structure is made out of wooden planks from a large variety of trees, with the only source of natural light being a glass porthole with a thickness of 7 cm. As several climbing plants have established themselves on the anomaly, there is no need for any constant pruning. The furniture is very simple, featuring a bed, a bedside table, and 3 photos dated early 1900s. When a human subject looks out the window, they will be able to see an extradimensional space. It is named SCP-7665-1 and looks nearly identical to baseline reality. SCP-7665-1 appears to be a dense forest in summer season consisting of tall pine and fir trees; the ground seems to be quite muddy and the roots of the trees are much more extensive than normal. Usually anomalous entities are visible from SCP-7665, these subjects (referred to as SCP-7665-[ALPHABET LETTER]) do not appear to be affected by the presence of SCP-7665 as long as the anomaly is visible. A thorough description on the entities viewed by the agents during the search sessions can be found in Addendum-7665-1. The presence of SCP-7665-1 seems to only partially afflict baseline reality and SCP-7665; in fact, the only thing that can come into contact with subjects within SCP-7665 are auditory anomalies. SCP-7665 was discovered in 2011, when Leonardo Rampogna, at that time 10 years old, ran away from home given several threats of different kinds made by his father. There he sought shelter and found SCP-7665, spending the entire night inside the anomaly he pointed out the vision of frightening entities; which spent the entire night watching him, then disappeared into the forest. The Foundation became interested in the incident and discovered the anomaly. Addendum-7665-1: List of SCP-7665-[ALPHABET LETTER] instances Designation Description First encounter SCP-7665-A A humanoid entity, with shining white medieval armor. They possesses an iron shield and a sword. SCP-7665-A with a calm step and sword drawn passed over the path of 7665-1, clearly visible from SCP-7665. The subject stood still for a few minutes and then began to look in the direction of the agents. After 4 minutes, the instance opened the helmet, which showed that inside the armor was empty. Afterwards he sat down on a rock, unholstering a nib he wrote on a paper, and attached it to a tree near the agents. The text wrote in English read:My body was left, that was also taken from me. I lost the name years ago. SCP-7665-B A yellow deer of unknown species, able to amit vocalizations akin to a 5 year old. At first, It began singing a soft tune to itself, not noticing SCP-7665. After realizing the presence of the treehouse and the agents inside, its mood suddenly soured to disgust and hatred. After approximately 2 minutes, it said the following words: "I will never forget what you did to us." It then left. SCP-7665-C Two foxes (Vulpes vulpes) able to change matter into various forms. They are believed to have telepathic abilities between each other by Foundation scientists. The two foxes came out of a hole and grabbed two sticks. They then anomalously turned the sticks into two identical tea cups, complete with tea inside. After this, they began to drink out of it and believed to communicate through telepathy. They either did not see SCP-7665 or chose to ignore it. SCP-7665-D Theorised to be a regular humanoid, however when a person views SCP-7665-D, they will believe it is strange and unnatural. They will attempt to comprehend why it looks strange but will fail to give any reasoning. After first being spotted by Foundation agents, it began to approach SCP-7665 and began to say the following words: "Now, now, I may seem different but we once lived together. I hope one day, we can become friends again." They then sat down on a nearby log and looked at the rest of the forest. An adventurer with the sense of a different time period. Not much is known, dresses in 18th century clothing and has some bird traits. See Addendum-7665-2 . Addendum-7665-2: Encounter 1, Interview Log-7665-1 NOTICE REGARDING THE FOLLOWING LOG This file includes references to inhabitants of the realm of the unnamable. Therefore, it follows Protocol 4000-ESHU. You are requested to know it in depth before reading further, both for your own safety and others. At 7:30 a.m. on 18/08/2017, during an almost concluded search session, the two agents Carmelina Montecalvo and Orentino Baldovino who were inside SCP-7665 witnessed the appearance of the man with the behaviour of another era. Note that the entity appears to have entered through the porthole present in SCP-7665. Agents: Agent Montecalvo; Agent Baldovino Entity description: The traveler who doesn't crawl Notes: The whole event was recorded by the video camera installed in SCP-7665. [START LOG] ”Good morning gentlemen, I see you are sleepy, would you like some coffee?” (Agent Baldovino quickly gets up from his own bed. After standing all up he keeps his hand on the gun, which was under his pillow.) Agent Baldovino: Ehm… identify yourself immediately. ”I ask you to lower your tone and keep calm. Anyway, I’m a citizen and baron of the court of becoming." (A pause of a few seconds.) Agent Montecalvo: Good morning, man with eighteenth-century clothing. Agent Montecalvo: I apologize for my friend's rude behavior. Do you by any chance mean that you’re a citizen of the wood where the word reigns supreme? (Agent Baldovino takes a look to Montecalvo) ”Exactly. I see that you already know what is it.” Agent Montecalvo: Only through rumor; nothing specific. ”I notice that you are on the other side of the mirror; not to be brusque, but what are you doing here?” Agent Baldovino: Carmelina, what is happening?! Agent Montecalvo: But how rude you are, you should never interrupt someone when they are asking a question. I apologize for him, he's probably sleepy; you know how it is, it's morning… Agent Montecalvo: We rested here overnight; yesterday there was a heavy downpour, sir. ”Interesting. Oh, sorry, I am very rude, I haven’t even asked your names.” Agent Montecalvo: I’m sorry, but I can’t. ” And why is that? My name tastes like the forest, what about yours? Or maybe you want to tell me the one of your friend.” Agent Montecalvo: I’m sorry, but I just can't (the officer bows in the presence of the anomaly). ”Oh no, I must apologize myself; I have not been a gentleman. I notice that you are working hard to try to maintain this house. Congratulations, it really shines.” Agent Montecalvo: Thanks, we are trying our best. Do you already know this house? ”Yes, it was not mine. It was the house of an old friend; a gentleman with the leporine visage. But yeah, this house made me discover a new world, in every sense of the word.” Agent Montecalvo: I’m really interested to hear the whole story. It’s a long story, do you both want a cup of tea? Or maybe some coffee? (Agent Baldovino shakes his head) Agent Montecalvo: I don't want to inconvenience you, but I would gladly accept it. Thanks (making a little bow addressed to the anomaly) ”Here you go, my dear” (The man with the thick beard he pulled a cup of coffee out of the white glove he was wearing and offered it to Officer Montecalvo) (Baldovino, probably noticing the entity's anomalous abilities, grips the gun while keeping a finger on the trigger) Agent Montecalvo: Thank you, kind man without a name ”I was a child, frolicking in the forests of these hills. My family was divinely set up financially; however, that resting on the piles of money and houses did not suit me. I would often sneak into the forest. I stayed there whole nights, traveling in the trees, because of an imposition from my father, who had forbidden me to touch the land because if I did I would be within his territory.” Agent Montecalvo: And after that, what happened? ”I lived in the trees, and also in this house. I could see the kingdom of those who lost everything and I was fascinated by it, very much. But one day, the man who lived in this house tried to go back, back to his old world. To regain his name. To live again.” Agent Montecalvo: But has he been able to? ”You have to tell me.” Agent Montecalvo: I… I… ”When I met him it was a dark and stormy night. I saw white ears popping out, the porthole opening, I saw others without name trying to get in. Everyone was tired of your treatment of us.” ”They failed to turn back. They failed to acquire the identity that was taken from them. But I, seeing this gap that had been created in the porthole, went in. After my arrival I was greeted by the carrot-eating entity; we talked, for decades, I think. I also met others; I am still very sociable. However I was often turned away by the denizens of the silent forest. Why? Because initially I was like you. Thank God, the forest welcomed me, leaving me one of them, naked of my name or what represented me. Agent Montecalvo: We… we are sorry. (The Site-77 command, having realized what is happening, activates the microphone and begins to communicate only with Agent Baldovino) Command: Agent Baldovino, as soon as you have a chance use the Reality Cell Device1. "Now it's too late for apologies; I don't hate you, but many do. Oh, I notice it's late, I must go." (Agent Baldovino pulls the Reality Cell Device out of his pocket in handheld mode) ”I also wanted to regain my name; but, You are still a man of the sling and of the stone, Man of my time. I don't think I want to return among you.“ (A gap opens in the porthole of SCP-7665.) Agent Baldovino: Stop here, beast! (The agent attempts to throw Reality Cell at the man who looked like a bird. The device starts floating in the air.) ”You have remained the same as you used to be. You were in the cockpit, with the malignant wings, the dials of death, I saw you – in the chariot of fire, on the gallows, at the breaking wheel. I saw you: it was you, with your exact science wooing slaughter, without love, without Christ.“ Command: Run away! Now! (Several entities come out of the slit created in the porthole.) ”I don't want a name, they do. You killed again, as always, as your fathers killed, as those animals that saw you for the first time killed. And this blood smells of the blood that day. When one brother said to another brother: “Let’s go to the fields.” And that cold echo, dogged, passed down to you, within your day.” (The camera turns off.) [END LOG] The two agents were never found. Attempts to enter the interior of SCP-7665-1 will be made in the future. It appears that the porthole can block nomenclative hazards. In the case a situation akin to the one presented in the log should represent itself, the anomaly is to be reclassified as Euclid. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7665" by Civil Western, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7665. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. A device used by Site-77 to deactivate the anomalous powers of the subject. |
SCP-7666 | keter | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} HOUSE: I imagine you're wondering why you're here. Right? I mean, I would. You didn't expect to start off hearing some guy prattle on to you. I know it's been quite a while since we did one of these, but that's all the more reason to do it, I think. Plus, I mean, I'm happy to help. In these tense, high-pressure circumstances — I think we could all use a little levity, right? [Silence.] HOUSE: Orientations. I'm talking about orientations. Wait, this is the Undervegas Orientation, right? [A chorus of assent through the lecture hall. Director HOUSE removes his jacket, taking a seat on the stool.] HOUSE: Excellent. You fine folks are the new crop of personnel here at Site-666. [He leans down to his assistant.] HOUSE: Wait, they are, right? Okay. Okay, good. (Louder) I'm told you come from all across the Foundation — a veritable smorgasbord of departments, divisions, Task Forces, and operations, all assembled here in Las Vegas. This will be the first of many orientations you'll receive in your first week here. Shortly, you'll be dragged off to specific divisions at the Site, where you'll receive more specialized orientations from your direct superiors. Who are exceedingly competent. I think, anyway. I feel like I wouldn't hire idiots, which is what makes me so confident in all of your success already! HOUSE: But this little affair is just to get you acquainted with Vegas. Not Las Vegas. The other Vegas. I'm gonna do my best to make this one at least a little entertaining. Everyone look under your seats. You'll find a dossier for the Undervegas Initiative. [He moves out from behind the desk, taking a seat on top of it.] HOUSE: Good. Now, open your folders, and follow along: I'm Director Randall House. Welcome to the Undervegas Orientation. And let me tell you about the time the House lost. 3/7666 LEVEL 3/7666 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7666 Keter Site-666 in SCP-7666. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7666's long-term containment procedures are still in discussion amongst Site-666 staff and Southwest U.S Regional Command. In the interim, additional funding and personnel have been allocated for Site-666 as a result of the sudden increase in containment domain that SCP-7666 represents. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7666 is an anomalous metropolis located in the Fourth Circle of Hell, relative to the city of Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. SCP-7666 is colloquially known to its 1.1 million demonic residents (and Foundation personnel) as Undervegas. Until 1992, SCP-7666 did not exist in its current form of a discrete city. Instead, it was simply part of Las Vegas as it protruded into the Fourth Circle of Hell, forming a massive gateway through which demons could cross; in essence, they were different sections of the same city. The forcible rescue of Las Vegas from Hell in March 1992 by the Foundation successfully returned and anchored Las Vegas to baseline reality. It also inadvertently returned and anchored Undervegas to the Fourth Circle Hell, where it continued to grow and operate as a tourist destination, economic hub, and occasional host of the Summer Olympics. By 1999, Undervegas was inhabited by over a million demonic residents and a handful of humans. The city's topology is roughly analogous to that of Las Vegas itself, though highly exaggerated, and contains several legendary landmarks and casinos that have long since been torn down and replaced. The city has a complex social and political structure controlled by the most powerful of these demons: "Pit Bosses". Astonishingly, this all went largely unnoticed by Site-666 for nearly 7 years (despite being located on top of SCP-7666), until February 1999. [Director HOUSE clears his throat.] HOUSE: Okay, I admit, maybe not our greatest moment. We're not perfect here. Otherwise we wouldn't be in Hell, right? But you're also here, which means you can't criticize us! Welcome to the Site-666 family! Addendum 7666.1 SITE-666 HOUSE: First thing to know about Undervegas: how to get to the damn place. I mean, none of the rest of this matters if you can't find the door, right? Actually, speaking of doors, here's a question: how many of you like to win? [A chorus of assent rings out through the lecture hall.] HOUSE: Good, good. How many of you think cheating to win is wrong? [A confused, weaker chorus, perhaps a choir of assent rings out.] HOUSE: Unfortunate, but we'll beat that out of you soon enough. See, the reality is that we're horrifically outnumbered here — in Las Vegas and Undervegas. The 19s and 120s and 43s you guys worked at might have discouraged open, blatant lying and cheating to win. I carry no such reservations, on the casino floor or in the office. I encourage you not to, either. Actually, you probably shouldn't cheat on the casino floor, Suurthaxyl might break your knees. But my point is that if you're not prepared to bullshit and hustle your way into containing anomalies, this isn't the place for you. Door's right there. [Two researchers get up, gather their things, and leave.] HOUSE: Suckers. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, getting to Undervegas. Well, it used to be real easy. People would pass into it and back again without even realizing it, multiple times a day. Course, when Las Vegas completely collapsed into Hell in '92, we turned on the Theoplanar Vacuum Unit, and that got a lot harder. Oh yeah — the spotlight on the Luxor is one of the most expensive pieces of paratech in the Western Hemisphere. You should probably know that. Interestingly, the engineers tell me it also smells really, really bad. Go figure. [HOUSE shrugs.] HOUSE: Anyway, nowadays there's really only two ways for a regular Joe to get into Undervegas. The first is naturally. Like I said, partake in the city's all-you-can-eat-buffet of sin — do the horizontal Macarena in the back room of an Elvis chapel, lose all of your money on horse fights, pass out under a car. That sort of thing. Do it at the right time under the right cosmic conditions, you might stumble our of your haze in the Infernal Apple, Sin2 City, Undervegas. DOCTOR: Uh, sir? You said there were two ways. HOUSE: Oh yeah. The second is when your IDIOT STAFF accidentally summons the Prince of Hell during a party and opens a gateway into Tartarus. SCP-7666's existence abruptly came to Foundation attention on February 2nd, 1999, during a small party in the Site-666 employee lounge on Sublevel 2. After three years of in-situ study and training, including hundreds of interviews with demonic entities, Foundational personnel, and local vermin, Doctor Contessa Thorner had published her thesis paper to the Foundation Academic Service1. In celebration, she and several coworkers had a small recreational get-together in the bar of the employee lounge. Incidentally, she had recited several Latin chants earlier in the day as part of her thesis reading, and throughout the day, through sheer astronomical coincidence, completed almost all the tasks necessary for an exceptionally powerful demon summoning ritual. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ [Agent ALICE STERLING, Agent CLARK ADAMS, and Doctor CONTESSA THORNER are seated at a table in the Site bar. Several empty glasses litter the table. There are about three dozen other off-duty personnel in the lounge, mingling.] ADAMS: So then I tell her: ma'am, if you keep resisting, I'm going to have to use UNDEAD-ly force. [He giggles drunkenly. The other two stare at him.] STERLING: What? ADAMS: She was a demon. So I says— THORNER: Demons aren't undead. ADAMS: Uh, yes they are. They suck your blood, turn into bats. THORNER: Those are vampires, Clark. ADAMS: Oh. Yeah. Right. I knew that. You know. Yeah. STERLING: Wait, have you been working here for seven years thinking that we were containing vam— ADAMS: I'll go get another round! [ADAMS slides out of his seat and heads to the bar.] STERLING: So, Tess — happy to be done? THORNER: Done printing a hundred page paper from our shitty printer, yes. Done with the thesis, not quite yet! I still have to present the findings at the annual conference and then actually apply the findings. I'm thinking of creating a reverse-TRE vacuum— STERLING: Relax, hun. You'll be fine, you always kill it with this nerd stuff. THORNER: Thanks. Just so excited, you know? I've been dreaming about this day ever since I started this project. When I'm not dreaming about killing and dissecting the Vegas Mothman, I mean. STERLING: Sometimes you scare me, Tess. [ADAMS returns with three bottles of beer, taking a seat.] ADAMS: Aw hell yeah. Oh, anyone got a bottle opener? THORNER: No, but I have a shiv I made from demon-horn-shavings. STERLING: Same principle. [THORNER takes one of the bottles, removing the small knife from her labcoat, and wedges it under the bottlecap. It opens the bottle but slips, cutting her thumb.] FILESERV CONTEXTUAL NOTICE: The sole remaining step to complete the summoning ritual Dr. Thorner had accidentally begun was the sacrifice of the blood of a virgin. THORNER: Ow! STERLING: Oh shit, are you okay? THORNER: (Lightly sucking her thumb) Should be fine, it's not deep. I haven't had any feeling in that thumb since I got a fourth degree holy burn on it, anyway. Let's drink! [The three raise their bottles, clinking them together. At the same time, the facility begins to shake, quickly increasing in intensity. Personnel look around, dive to the floor, and surreptitiously steal bottles of alcohol from behind the bar in the chaos.] ADAMS: Uhhhhh I think we're having a storm. No, an earthquake. [STERLING yanks ADAMS down under the table. The shaking continues to increase as a large, red-ringed glowing gateway forms on the far wall, shooting sparks and surrounded by inscribed runes. Through the 4m wide circle, the hellish landscape of the Las Vegas Beltway can be seen. A hulking, red-skinned, ram-horned demon wearing a Los Angeles Lakers jersey and shorts over its weighty frame ducks through the gateway. A deflated basketball is impaled on its left horn.] UNIDENTIFIED: GRAAARGH! WHO DARES INTERRUPT THE PRINCE OF THE INFERNAL CITY, THREE LENGTHS FROM A GAME-WINNING ALLEY-OOP? WHO DARES?! [Several security personnel raise their weapons and move forward, surrounding the demon. It ignores them, raising its fists in fury and pointing at Dr. THORNER.] UNIDENTIFIED: YOU! THORNER: W-what do you want from me? UNIDENTIFIED: TO HURRY THIS TRANSACTION UP, WE STILL HAVE THREE MINUTES ON THE CLOCK. I CAN STILL MAKE IT BACK AND BEAT THOSE JUNIOR VARSITY PIECES OF GARBAGE! [Site security begin to pour into the lounge.] SECURITY: Close your eyes and put your hands behind your head! UNIDENTIFIED: STUPID INEXPERIENCED SUMMONERS! YOU MAKE ME ANGRY! THORNER: I'm sorry, what kind of demon are you? What transaction? UNIDENTIFIED: I AM THE PRINCE OF UNDERVEGAS, YOU INDECENTLY-DRESSED TRASHCAN! YOU PERFORMED AN ANCIENT RITUAL UNPERFORMED FOR CENTURIES, CRAFTED BY A KING TO SACRIFICE HIS CASTLE AND ALL IN IT TO ME IN EXCHANGE FOR— [It pauses.] UNIDENTIFIED: WAIT, WHAT DID YOU WANT? IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR CASTLE… I GUESS YOU'RE THE QUEEN? YOU HUMANS ALL DRESS STRANGE NOW. THORNER: I don't want anything, I didn't— UNIDENTIFIED: OH! WOW. WOW, THAT'S ACTUALLY… REALLY GENEROUS OF YOU. SERIOUSLY, THAT'S THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE'S EVER DONE THIS WITHOUT ANY TAKESY-BACKSIE HORSESHIT. I APPRECIATE THAT. THORNER: No, that's not what— ADAMS: Yeah, that's real nice of you, Doc. UNIDENTIFIED: AND SO I WILL BRING LOW YOUR CASTLE, QUEEN, BRINGING IT AND YOU INTO MY INFERNAL REALM— WAIT, WHERE EXACTLY ARE WE? WHATEVER, GOING DOWN. «END LOG» The following emergency communication was received from Site-666, 13 minutes after the initial incident. «BEGIN LOG» OVCOM: Overwatch Command Operator speaking, is this Site-666 Director Randall House? HOUSE: It is. OVCOM: Please make sure this is an actual emergency, Director House. And once again, minor reductions in your budget and employee insubordination are not emergencies. HOUSE: Hold on, let me fax you something. If this goddamn copier would work. It's gotta be a paper jam or something, but I really don't want to open it up. Useless— OVCOM: Director House. HOUSE: We're in Hell. OVCOM: Is that… standard? HOUSE: A little bit. OVCOM: What's different now? HOUSE: I'm looking out of my window, and I can only see a fire-and-brimstone version of the Vegas Strip. Typically that would signify a bachelor party, but right now it seems like we have slipped into Hell. I think I can see a cavern roof where the sky should be. Also, all the casinos are wrong and there are demons everywhere. OVCOM: Oh. That seems… problematic. HOUSE: A little bit. OVCOM: Hold on, please. [The OVCOM operator patches into several internal security feeds of Site-666. They all return no signal. He switches to several security feeds of the exterior of the building.] [The building is no longer there.] OVCOM: Hm. That's not good. HOUSE: Yep. OVCOM: Wait, something's sticking out of the ground. Some sort of glass pyramid. Is that— HOUSE: The House-Nicolas Theoplanar Vacuum Unit, yes. The single most important object in Site-666. OVCOM: Which is laying outside in the parking lot. HOUSE: Yes. OVCOM: Not in Site-666. HOUSE: No. It anchors itself and Site-666 to Earth. OVCOM: And Site-666 is in… HOUSE: Hell. OVCOM: I see. [He sighs.] OVCOM: I'm gonna go wake up O5-6. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 7666.2 MONEYPIT HOUSE: So congrats, you've bumbled your way into the biggest demonic Nexus. In the western hemisphere, that is. Goddamn Macau. Place is named after a bird, not even a real name. [HOUSE grumbles under his breath.] HOUSE: Anyway, well done! So you emerge from your stupor staring into a demonic perversion of a frankly already-pretty-perverted American city. But Las Vegas sucks, right? I mean, we all know it's a mess of hot asphalt, crappy underpasses, densely-packed buildings and alleys. The traffic sucks, and if you didn't know you might go to Hell you'd probably do a jumper off a casino balcony. So you're probably wondering how much worse Undervegas could possibly be. [He chuckles.] HOUSE: Man, if you think OUR city planners hate you— see, everyone says Vegas changes with the times. New casinos and hotels demolished to make way for the new. Phoenix rising from the ashes and all that, the grand spirit of capitalism run amok. In the spirit of opposites, Undervegas is permanently stuck in the past. Imagine, you walk out of an alley, eyes bleary, and survey the Las Vegas skyline. But wait — The Stratosphere and the MGM Grand are missing. In their places are low, squat buildings you've never seen before. Not the megacasinos of the modern age, but all of the legendary Strip fixtures demolished over the past decade. It's the Dunes, the Sands, all the kitschy old casinos that became food in the bellies of hungrier operations before being imploded and built over. In the pits of Hell, they live on. And are somehow more profitable. Appropriate, isn't it? All casinos go to Hell. Doctor Thorner's survey team. Immediately after realizing that Site-666 had fallen into unfamiliar territory, Director House contacted Overwatch Command before ordering the casino management to seal the doors and restrict guest movement. Conveniently, most guests were uninterested in leaving. The handful that did resist were allayed by the announcement of an all-night happy hour at the Luxor. Meanwhile, Director House convened a meeting of Site personnel to evaluate the situation. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» HOUSE: WHAT THE— ADAMS: He'sgonnasayithe'sgonnasayithe'sgonna— HOUSE: FUCK DID YOU ALL DO? ADAMS: Hah! Wait. MACKENZIE: Our readings inform us that an exceptionally powerful demonic presence suddenly entered the Site at 0251 hours. HOUSE: Great job, I could tell from the security footage of the 9 foot tall guy with red skin and horns. Calling himself the Prince of Undervegas. Title's taken, jackass. How did he get in? And how did he drag the Site into Hell despite the Unit being on? And how do we get out? I want answers, people, not drool on your clipboards. THORNER: I may be able to help with that, Director. I believe I know how the demon got into the Site. The references to being a prince of the city reminded me of some interviews from my thesis paper, so I quickly ran down to my office and read through a few dozen pages of testimonies from interrogated demons. Then cross-referenced those with some old first editions of the Ars Goetia, Lemegeton, Inferno, and Pseudomonarchia Daemonum I had lying around. HOUSE: It's been like fifteen minutes. THORNER: Yes, I used the remaining time to make some coffee. [THORNER sips from a coffee mug. It is emblazoned with the words "#1 DEMONOLOGIST".] HOUSE: Damn, okay. What did you find? THORNER: It appears that at my thesis reading earlier in the week, I inadvertently spoke some phrases in Latin that began a complex ritual to summon an exceptionally powerful demon Prince. Through the following week, I essentially completed all of the rest of the steps as daily part of my research. Vivisection, demonic worship, communing with spirits, verbal abuse of my graduate students. The ritual was completed tonight, when I cut my thumb, spilling the blood of a vir— a person who has a regular, standard amount of sex. THOMPSON: So you're saying that you summoned a Prince of Hell into the Site. [Silence.] THORNER: I am no longer confident I know how the demon got into the Site. HOUSE: Ugh. Okay. Thompson, how are we holding? THOMPSON: We have enough on-Site power to survive a week, assuming the air is breathable, which it seems to be. HOUSE: Can we power the… other thing, with that? THOMPSON: What other thing? [Pause.] THOMPSON: Oh! Oh, yes. The other thing. I'm… not sure, sir. Not for long, and not very well. The real issue is the clientele. The guests are relaxed for now, but I expect within 4 hours we'll be dealing with real resistance to not letting them leave. HOUSE: This is a Vegas casino, so make that 8. But point taken. How many of our MTFs do we have? KURTZ: Only 25% of High Rollers were on base at the time of the incident. The ones left topside are holed up in Caesar's Palace. HOUSE: Okay. Okay, let me think. Doctor Thorner. THORNER: Yes? HOUSE: Here's your chance to redeem yourself: where exactly are we and how do we get out of here? THORNER: I'm going to need more research for that. With our largest MTF out of commission— KURTZ: I mean, we still have over a hundred troo— THORNER: —and completely disabled, I propose that you let me take a small, three-man survey team out of the Site to assess what we're dealing with. We'll move fast, talk with some the demons that appear to be writhing outside, and with any luck we'll have our way out of here quick. HOUSE: That's surprisingly not insane, coming from you. Not even any dissection necessary. THORNER: It's unfortunate, but not every problem can be solved by well-applied scalpels. Just the vast majority of them. HOUSE: Alright. You'll go, I'll come with you. [A chorus of dissent springs up from the assembled Site leadership.] MACKENZIE: Sir, we need your expertise in case the demonology equipment stops— KURTZ: Letting a Site Director go anywhere dangerous without a full platoon is madness. And more important, against Foundation policy— THOMPSON: The personnel and client questions aren't going to stop, Director, and we need someone for the buck to— LEIBOWITZ: Sir, we need someone to fix the printer— HOUSE: Okay! Okay! I get it. Jesus Christ. ADAMS: He's not— HOUSE: Don't say it! Only I get to say that. STERLING: Wait, Clark, why are you even here? [Everyone turns to look at Agent ADAMS.] ADAMS: Dunno. Everyone else was walking this way. HOUSE: You know what, that's a pretty good reason. Anyway, I'm going to radio back to Overwatch and tell them to hold off sending the cavalry. Doctor Thorner, hurry up and assemble your team for this mission. I'm going to stick around batting down the fires here and assisting you from base. The rest of you, make sure your spheres are as clean as they can be in the circumstances and lend help to those who need it. [A rousing, affirmative chorus from the group.] HOUSE: We might be in Hell, but that doesn't mean we're gonna go to it. [A weaker chorus goes around.] HOUSE: Yeah, that sounded cooler in my head. Dismissed. [The group disperses, the various researchers, engineers, and soldiers getting up from the conference table. HOUSE approaches THORNER.] HOUSE: Doctor, you're going to need an exceptionally seasoned, and well-trained crack team of operators to pull this off. You know that, right? THORNER: I know, sir. «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» [A single Foundation-issue black Suburban leaves Site-666's underground parking garage. It stops in front of the door as it inches open.] ADAMS: Why us?! STERLING: You had an entire MTF to pick from! Those guys are Army Rangers, Navy SEALs! One dude told me he was in the Ty Special Operations Team! ADAMS: The Beanie Babies company? STERLING: Yeah, they've really cracked down on knockoffs lately. THORNER: I could lie to you about your incredible capabilities and your hearts of gold. ADAMS: True, that does sound like something I'd believe. STERLING: Clark, you're a moron. THORNER: The truth is that you two are basically the only people I can actually talk to. With everyone else I'm busy inspecting their eyelids or seeing how fast their heart beats when they talk. But you guys are… tolerable. STERLING: Aw, Tess. That's sweet of you. THORNER: Don't mention it. STERLING: No, seriously, that's the nicest thing— THORNER: No, seriously, don't mention it to anyone. I don't want them to control their heart rates when I talk to them. It ruins my data. [The blast doors open and the Suburban rockets out, jumping the curb.] ADAMS: Hey, are you sure you can like, see over the wheel? THORNER: Of course I can see over the steering wheel! I failed my driver's test because I'm color-blind, not that. ADAMS: Oh, cool. Wait, what? STERLING: You have like six PhDs and you don't have a driver's license? THORNER: They had to invent a new class for me: "vehicular menace". [The Suburban makes a slow loop around Site-666. The group looks out of the windows.] STERLING: It looks… just like Vegas. ADAMS: No, look at the buildings. They're all wrong. None of the big casinos are there. The Bellagio, the MGM. These are all the old ones. I think that's the Dunes, the Sand in the distance. Oh shit, do you think Frank Sinatra's down here? THORNER: We can only hope. ADAMS: Man, my grandma's gonna be so disappointed. STERLING: If the megacasinos aren't down here, what are those? [She points at the far end of the Strip. There are multi-story buildings reaching up to the caverned roof, with neon signs proclaiming their names. The most visible is "DESSERT INN".] ADAMS: You mean the Desert Inn? STERLING: No, it definitely says Dessert. ADAMS: No idea. There's never been a casino called that in Vegas. [The car pulls out of Site-666, which is haphazardly planted into the rock by the roadside. They get onto the main road of the Strip. It is a gently curving circle, other buildings lining the roadside. Almost immediately, demons become visible everywhere. Demons of all kinds, shapes, and appearances fill the streets, drinking out of paper bags, partying, and generally causing a ruckus. Big band music seems to ring out over the entire city, fueling the drunken rave. Flying demons are visible overhead, doing much the same in midair.] THORNER: Oh my. Oh my oh my oh my. ADAMS: Uh, Doc? You good? [THORNER's face is one of childlike glee behind her round glasses. She squeaks out an answer.] THORNER: Finecoolgreat. This is like Vegas cranked up to a hundred. I can see all of the seven major kinds of demons here, in the flesh. It's amazing. [Outside, the entities crowd the SUV, impeding its movement.] ADAMS: Hey boss, hit the windshield spray. [The car stops moving.] ADAMS: Parking brake. Try again. [The car resumed movement, then small sprays of water shoot out of jets at the base of the windshield and around the front and rear bumpers. The demons hiss, backing away and giving the vehicle a wide berth.] STERLING: What was that? THORNER: Looks like… holy water? ADAMS: Yeah, baby. Rigged the car with it a few months ago. Never expected to actually use it. [The car slowly moves down the strip, parting the deluge of partying demons.] STERLING: There have got to be about a bazillion payday loans and pawnshops here, what the hell? ADAMS: I didn't bring my wallet, damn. STERLING: Clark, we don't even know if they use dollars. ADAMS: You're right. This seems like a Euro kinda place. STERLING: Actually, we don't know a lot more than that. We should probably… talk to one of them. [THORNER rolls down her window.] THORNER: Hey. HEY! [A mustard-yellow male figure wearing a dark suit and clutching a briefcase turns towards the car. He has a sharp haircut and a sharper tail.] DEMON: Can I help you? STERLING: We were wondering if we could ask you a few ques— DEMON: Hey, nice car. ADAMS: Thanks! DEMON: How much? STERLING: What? DEMON: How much for the car? STERLING: Car's not for sale. Now listen— ADAMS: Now hold on, let's hear him out. DEMON: Sure it is. Everything's for sale. [The demon walks over. STERLING and CLARK draw their guns, but he kneels down and lifts the car.] DEMON: Mine. STERLING: Put us down! DEMON: I said, mine. UNIDENTIFIED: Hey, Rocko. She said, put them down. DEMON: Or what? [A loud SLAM is heard beneath them, and the yellow-skinned demon goes flying in an arc through the air, landing meters away in a pile of bodies. The car is lowered to the ground by a different demon — a tall, muscular female demon. She has long horns, a ponytail of white hair, and is dressed in a gym shirt and sweatpants. The shirt reads "JUMP ROPE TO JUMP POPE". She speaks in a light Irish accent.] UNIDENTIFIED: You guys alright? STERLING: Uh, yes. We are. Thanks. UNIDENTIFIED: No problem. Rocko has a habit of doing that. [Distantly, the demon is attempting to claim the pavement he is laying on as "mine".] UNIDENTIFIED: No horns, pale, fleshy skin. You're humans. And what's more… [She sniffs the air, leading her face-to-face with Agent STERLING.] UNIDENTIFIED: No sin coming off you, either. Well, not much. You're probably the most straightedge people that have been in this part of town in years. Besides Father Razor, of course. ADAMS: Thanks! STERLING: We were hoping you could answer some questions about that, actually. Like what part of town is this? ADAMS: Also, what town is this? THORNER: Also, who are you? And why are you Irish? UNIDENTIFIED: Oh. You don't know. ADAMS: We don't know most things. UNIDENTIFIED: Yeah… Ba'al's got a habit of dragging people into Undervegas on misleading deals. THORNER: Hold on, did you say— UNIDENTIFIED: Welcome to the Greed District of Undervegas. Second-biggest city in the nine circles of hell, by far the most entertaining. I can't tell you my true name, but I'm a Wrath Demon. I'm here to punch large things. Make room in the car. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 7666.3 UNDERVEGAS HOUSE: Undervegas is divvied up into seven sections. Yes, I see you teacher's pets in the back thinking you're getting extra credit for figuring it out. The rest of the demons from the other circles of Hell come for a good time in Undervegas, end up forming their own little community. And now they can turn that land — Estates, they're called — into an icon of their particular kind of sin. [He clicks a button on the remote. The lights dim and a projector begins to cast a large image onto the screen behind the stage: a multicolored ring.] HOUSE: There's your dummy's map of Undervegas. As you can see, they're not equally sized chunks. The largest is the Fourth Estate, Moneypit — Greed demons, bastards kept stealing everyone else's. That particular one is the territory of Ba'al, the irritatingly-good-at-three-pointers scumbag that started this whole mess. Actually, if you say "scumbag that started this whole mess" to my employees, they'll probably assume you're talking about me. So don't do that. Anyway, next are The Feast, Succubustown, Ivory Towers. Gluttony, lust, and pride, respectively. Then Iwannit, The Beat, and Acedia. Envy, wrath, sloth. [He points to each section of the ring as he speaks.] HOUSE: My point is that don't make the most common mistake: thinking that Undervegas is a monolith. It's not. Demons' disdain for us is outmatched by only one thing: their hatred for each other. Again, not too different from humans. If you're gonna survive here, you need to know how to play them against each other. Interior of Site-666. 56 minutes after the collapse of Site-666 into Undervegas, Dr. Thorner's survey mission returned from the area of the Loop immediately outside, back into the Site-666 garage. Upon exiting the vehicle, Site security attempted to apprehend the demon, but completely failed, as she simply ignored all attempts to force her still and shattered several pairs of handcuffs. At Agent Sterling and Doctor Thorner's request, she acquiesced to being nominally 'contained' as she was escorted to the Director's Office. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» [The group enters the suite. Director House appears to be in the process of assaulting the large copy printer. The office is tastefully decorated, and the window-wall looks out over a completely sheer red rock face.] HOUSE: Oh, you're back. Excellent. I was just trying to copy a plan for— wait, one of you looks different. [Director HOUSE stares at the group for several seconds.] HOUSE: Wait, there's four of you! ADAMS: (Nodding) Very true, boss. You're so good at counting. STERLING: This is…. I don't know, actually, she won't tell us her name. THORNER: It's not that she won't, she can't. Whoever knows a demon's true name can bind it to their service. Most use some kind of alias, or are just so powerful that they kill/eat anyone who tries to bind them. STERLING: Hold on, could we bind Ba'al? THORNER: No, he would eat/kill you. Note the difference in order. HOUSE: Hold on, someone catch me up. [Someone catches Director HOUSE up.] HOUSE: Oh, okay. Well, that's… troublesome. THORNER: Very. I'm flipping through the demonology library in my mind palace and coming up short on how we can get out of here. Lots of nice pictures, though. HOUSE: What? Oh, yeah. That's bad too. I was thinking more about how we don't have a name for this demon-lady. It makes conversation difficult. UNIDENTIFIED: You can just pick one for me, little man. [Director HOUSE glances at the calendar on his desk. It is open to the month of JUNE.] HOUSE: I dub thee… AGENT CALENDAR. CALENDAR: Good enough for me. HOUSE: Why are you even here, actually? CALENDAR: You want revenge against Ba'al, right? HOUSE: I mean we want to go home, but I always leave room for revenge. CALENDAR: I want to punch things. Can't get much better than punching a Prince of Undervegas. [A chorus of "yeah, that's fair" goes around the assembled personnel.] CALENDAR: Also, I'm pretty sure if I leave you people alone you'll get killed. No skin off my back, but… [She smiles.] CALENDAR: You seem like nice folks who would be a lot less nice in pieces. So long as you let me punch things for you, I can be a good friend to have in Undervegas. THORNER: Do Vex-class — I'm sorry, Wrath demons live for combat? Is there a focus on unarmed combat, or do weapons come into play? How many people have you beaten to death? Stabbed? Exsang— STERLING: Tess. Everyone, actually. We need a plan. CALENDAR: A good one. Ba'al keeps a tight watch over his little patch of Undervegas. Also his patch of the court. Again, very good point guard. HOUSE: I think I've got the beginnings of one. But, it's gonna require a little legwork from all of you. Calendar, the Princes of Undervegas — can they be overruled by each other? CALENDAR: What do you mean? THORNER: I assume what the Director is trying to say is, can we convince one of the other Princes to send us back to Earth? CALENDAR: One? No. Ba'al is too powerful for that. Once he quartered and drank another Prince's blood. You know, as a warning. Then sunk a three-pointer from two courts away. But… if you convince maybe three, maybe four of the Princes that they'd materially benefit from Ba'al losing his claim to you, they might want to do it just to mess with him. But I wouldn't bet on it. HOUSE: Okay. And the thing that's stopping the Vacuum Unit up top from pulling us back up is Ba'al's grip. CALENDAR: It's more of a mental grip than a physical one. I could definitely beat his physical grip. HOUSE: I'm sure. But, if we broke his concentration? CALENDAR: You'd still need something more powerful than one machine on the other side of the barrier. HOUSE: I might have an ace up my sleeve. I have guys in the bowels of the Site investigating it right now. THORNER: Even with… whatever you're talking about, we'd still need three Princes to agree to jump Ba'al. CALENDAR: Good luck getting four of those idiots to agree on anything, though. HOUSE: We don't need luck. We have something much more powerful than that. [HOUSE grins malevolently.] HOUSE: Open, blatant cheating. «END LOG» COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY X X X X X O5-06 X X X X X X X STATUS APPROVED Note: Director House is given emergency authorization to enact Operation SPRUCE OSTRICH. The rest of the Council will probably yell at me about quorum when they wake up, but they should've thought about that before going to sleep. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 7666.4 THE FEAST HOUSE: So, who are these elusive rulers of Undervegas? They're called Pit Bosses. And boy, are they ugly and useless. These are the most powerful demons around, remember. They've successfully made all the other demons in their class bow to them, one way or the other. HOUSE: But fundamentally, they're just powerful people. I don't mean that to say that demons are just people — though they are. I guess what I'm trying to say is that there's a little bit of demon in everyone. It's just who we are. Maybe there's a few Zen monks in the audience, but most of us are ruled by temptation and desire and all the other things French people write poetry about. We're slaves to our own wants. HOUSE: Demons are that turned to 11. Pit Bosses are that turned to 11,000. They're surprisingly easy to deal with — because of how comically easy they are to manipulate. You basically have to dangle something they'll go for in front of them and they won't be able to stop themselves. Literally, they won't. They don't have the concept. [He claps his hands.] HOUSE: So when dealing with them, remember: if you drank an eighth of vodka and hit yourself on the head with a hammer, you'd still be cleverer than them on their best day. They are single-minded creatures. Use this against them. AGENT: Sir? Didn't you get tricked into signing your Site over to one? HOUSE: That was Doctor Thorner. Also, shut up. An hour and twelve minutes after Site-666 collapsed into Undervegas, the survey team, now with the addition of Agent Calendar, departed Site-666 again. With Calendar's directions, the Suburban quickly exited Moneypit, moving clockwise into The Feast, the Estate of Gluttony. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» THORNER: Oh, this place is— STERLING: The worst. ADAMS: The best. CALENDAR: I'm with redhead. Too many carbs. [The Suburban drives through the streets of Undervegas. This section of the city is filled with a staggering array of restaurants, eateries, bars, gourmet kitchens, and internet cafes. Gigantic demons sprawl bloated in the street, causing Agent ADAMS to occasionally have to swerve around one.] ADAMS: I think this dude's eating my front tires. Dumbass doesn't know the back tires are way tastier. [The car jolts and a wet crunch is heard.] ADAMS: Okay, now he's not eating any of my tires. STERLING: What are they eating? THORNER: Everything. Gluttony-class demons gorge themselves in excess. The most common is food, but anything that's self-indulgent is taken and used to an extreme. CALENDAR: Yup. Take one self-care day here, though. Salons, spas, brunches. Everything is to die for. But just one, or before you know it you're one of the poor fat bastards lying there on the asphalt or in the Chik-Fil-A drive-thru. STERLING: They have Chik-Fil-As in— actually, yeah, that makes sense. [The car moves through the streets. Gradually, the surrounding demons shift from figures in food comas to ones actively eating.] THORNER: I expect the dominant figure in this Estate to be simply the largest. CALENDAR: Hole in one. They decide their Prince through an eating contest. Used to be a little affair — spend a week gorging, whoever consumes the most food wins. Do it again next year. Now, it's like a triathalon of excess. They spend the entire year eating, drinking, watching TV — too much of everything. As soon as the winner is decided, it starts again. ADAMS: That's no way to live. THORNER: Gluttons are dead to sensation. Consume enough food and it all tastes like sand. Not that I would know, I exclusively eat tofu and horse protein. STERLING: Is that for or made of— THORNER: Both. CALENDAR: I think we're about here. [The Suburban stops, and the group gets out of the vehicle. They are in front of a large, sprawling casino complex. Leaving the car by the portico, they walk into the lobby. All around them are gigantic demons — some are little more than spheres with limbs attached, two dozen feet high. All are in the process of consuming a staggering amount of food, ranging from elaborate wedding cakes to vats of ice cream to small bags of potato chips.] STERLING: I think I'm gonna throw up. ADAMS: Yeah, this… this sounded cooler in my head. THORNER: Look for the largest one. Assuming my methodology holds true, he should be the dominant one. CALENDAR: I think I found him. [CALENDAR points down the room. A gargantuan demon, pale-skinned and easily over thirty feet wide, sits midway through consuming a small pickup truck's bed of hot chips and sausages. Juices dribble down its chin and the rest of its body. The group approach.] STERLING: Hello? [The demon looks down at them from its episode of Seinfeld, startled.] BELIAL: WHAT? ARE YOU THE PAPA JOHNS? ADAMS: You mean the delivery guy? BELIAL: NO, PAPA JOHN. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO GET HERE THIS WEEK. NEVERMIND, WHAT IS IT? STERLING: Wait, is this… is this the Desert Inn? This place is a Vegas fixture! Frank Sinatra played here! BELIAL: CLOSE. WE RENOVATED IT INTO THE DESSERT INN. IN FACT, WHEN YOUR HOWARD HUGHES STAYED— ADAMS: —at the Desert Inn in the 60s, he wanted Baskin-Robbins Banana Nut Ice Cream, but it was discontinued, so he paid Baskin-Robbins to make 350 gallons of it and have it shipped out, but then he decided he didn't want any and the Desert Inn had to give it away for free for a year before he ended up buying it so that they wouldn't make him check out. [Silence.] CALENDAR: Why do you know all that? Are all humans like this? STERLING: No, Clark's… special. ADAMS: I grew up in Vegas. I like knowing about it. BELIAL: SO YOU ARE A MORTAL SOUL! INTERESTING. CALENDAR: They are. I'm… an independent contractor. Are you the Prince of the Feast? [BELIAL shovels a tanker truck's hose in his mouth, slurping out the cola.] BELIAL: AHH. YES, I AM BELIAL, PRINCE OF THE FEAST, REGENT OF CONSUMPTION, HE WHO IS BANNED FROM OLIVE GARDEN. THEY DIDN'T REALLY HAVE GREAT TITLES FOR GLUTTONY DEMONS. ADAMS: Aw, sorry man. BELIAL: THAT'S OKAY. WHAT DO YOU WANT? THORNER: OH MIGHTY DEMON PRINCE, MAY YOU FIND IT WITHIN YOUR VAST AND PRODIGIOUS FORM TO ASSIST US? WE HAVE BEEN TRAPPED IN THIS REALM BY YOUR INFERIOR AND UNCOUTH COLLEAGUE, PRINCE OF THE DOWNCOURT— BELIAL: WHAT? I DON'T— WHAT IS SHE SAYING? CALENDAR: They got trapped here by Ba'al and want you to help send them home. BELIAL: OH. THAT SUCKS. I'M SORRY. ADAMS: That's okay. BELIAL: UNFORTUNATELY, I CANNOT ASSIST YOU. MY TIME IS, IN YOUR TERMS, OCCUPADO. I AM ENGAGED IN THE GREAT CONSUMPTION FOR CONTROL OF THE FEAST, AND ANY CONFRONTATION WITH BA'AL WOULD RISK ME LOSING, MUCH AS I WOULD LIKE NO SNACK MORE THAN KNOCKING THAT STUPID SMIRK OFF HIS FACE. STERLING: How close is the guy in second place? BELIAL: I'VE EATEN FOUR TIMES TODAY WHAT HE HAS ALL YEAR, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THEY'LL GET A SECOND WIND. SORRY, I WISH I— WAIT. [BELIAL sniffs the air, lowering his face to the group's.] BELIAL: WHAT IS THAT? STERLING: What's what? [He points at THORNER. She is gnawing on a small block of tofu.] THORNER: This? It's tofu. Here, take it. [She throws it at BELIAL, who catches it in his mouth. He chews, and swallows. After a moment, his eyes light up.] BELIAL: GREAT GELATINOUS MASS! THIS IS AMAZING. STERLING: What? It's tofu, it literally tastes like nothing. CALENDAR: Everything tastes like nothing to Gluttony demons. ADAMS: So something that actually tastes like nothing… tastes great! It makes perfect sense. THORNER: What? No! It makes no sense at all! STERLING: Gift horse, folks. BELIAL: OH, DO YOU HAVE ANY HORSE ON YOU? THORNER: Just the protein. BELIAL: SHAME, HORSE WOULD GO WELL WITH THIS. DO YOU HAVE… MORE, OF THIS TOFU? THORNER: Plenty. No one ever eats it at my apartment. Also, I live alone and don't invite people over. Also, I don't talk to people. You can have it if you help us. BELIAL: VERY WELL. I WILL ASSIST YOU IN YOUR CAUSE AGAINST BA'AL. SUMMON ME WHEN I AM NEEDED. I WOULD RECOMMEND DOING IT FROM A DISTANCE. I HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO CAUSE SPONTANEOUS FLATTENING. «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» HOUSE: Hello? OVCOM: Overwatch Command operator. Is the situation holding, Director? HOUSE: Oh, yeah. We're just grand down here. Playing Scrabble and Uno and bonding. Moron. How's the situation topside? OVCOM: A preliminary camp has been set up in the parking lot of the Luxor, obscuring the TVU from street view. We have people looking at it — as best as they can tell, the device is still functioning, it's just that whatever pulled you into Undervegas is stronger than its pull back up. HOUSE: I see. OVCOM: Makes you wish you made two of them, huh? HOUSE: Yes, it makes me wish I spent another couple dozen million on an exact copy to keep in the basement. In case of emergencies like the Site falling into Hell one day. OVCOM: Same. There's a bit of a crowd forming, even at this time of day. HOUSE: The Strip never sleeps and I imagine the Luxor vanishing would've drawn a crowd at any time of day, but at least we're lucky it's at the dead hours. Is Assistant Director Blake on the scene? OVCOM: She is. HOUSE: Patch me through. BLAKE: Hello? I'd like two pepperonis— HOUSE: Blake, it's me. BLAKE: Oh! Randall, is everyone alright? We're in the parking lot, looking at the— HOUSE: I know. Things seem to be okay. We have the situation under control — we're going to turn the tables on this two-bit hackjob wannabe-archdemon. Already got another Prince on our side. But listen — you need to take care of some things on your end. BLAKE: Yes? HOUSE: It's time to enact Plan Copperfield. [The line goes silent. Gradually, a high, shrill "eeee"ing becomes audible.] HOUSE: I know, I know. I'm excited too. But be careful, fast, and very, very loud. BLAKE: You got it, sir. I'll start making the arrangements immediately. HOUSE: Good. If everything goes to plan, we'll be back in no time. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 7666.5 SUCCUBUSTOWN HOUSE: Each estate has one major casino that servers as the seat of power for that estate's ruler. You might be thinking "how do the demons decide who's in charge"? The answer is, pretty much the same as we do. [He coughs.] HOUSE: Poorly. And in a lot of different ways. Moneypit is a plutocracy — Ba'al is the richest, so he's in charge. But they'll turn on him like that if someone else comes up. Actually, they did. Pretty recently, too. Wrath demons have a huge free-for-all fighting tourney to see who controls The Beat. The Feast is, appropriately, an eating contest. You don't want to know how the Queen of Succubustown got her position. I mean, uh, her rank. [HOUSE sighs.] HOUSE: Look, off the record, you will probably interact with a succubus or two in your time here. Just… don't be an idiot. We don't want more demons running around. An hour and 49 minutes after Site-666 collapsed into Undervegas, the away team exited The Feast and entered into the next Estate of Undervegas, Succubustown. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» STERLING: Oh my god. This section of the log has been temporarily redacted by Foundation servercrawler ACC.aic, pending human review. CALENDAR: Well, that was— STERLING: No. We're not going to talk about that. Ever. Again. ADAMS: I think it was a success. We got the Queen's support. CALENDAR: I got to punch someone in the nose. Good time all around. STERLING: Look, Tess is still traumatized. [THORNER wipes off her glasses.] THORNER: Oh, no. I'm not traumatized. Closest thing to fun I've had in years. STERLING: I hate all of you. «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» BRIDGET: Director House? HOUSE: Are you the guy Bridget sent to fix my printe— Oh, Engineer Bridget. Did you find it? BRIDGET: We did. It's there, packed and sealed, like you said it'd be. And this thing just… isn't on any of the schematics? HOUSE: Nope. Paid for it out of the winnings we got from Pluto way back in '92. Is it intact? BRIDGET: It seems to be perfectly intact. But we've got the researchers down there just in case. You should probably get down there, too. HOUSE: I'm currently dealing with about two dozen crises around the Site. I will as soon as I get a free moment. BRIDGET: Of course. But sir… HOUSE: Yes? BRIDGET: I know you helped develop this thing, but the power draw on this device is insane. And we're operating on our reserve power right now. Triggering it will black out the Site. So we only get one shot at… whatever you're scheming. HOUSE: I know. We have to be sure. That's what the away team is doing — hedging our bets. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 7666.6 IVORY TOWERS HOUSE: Like I said, all the old casinos of yore can be found lining the endless Strip in Undervegas. Course, they're not exactly 1:1 recreations. You make the mistake of wandering inside, and you'll find they're… more suited to demons. Orgy buffets, betting on the outcome of humans' lives, literal blood baths. Every gambling floor has enough to make a 13th century monk take off the hood.The city's 'streets', if you can call them that, aren't much better. In places, you're going to be knee-deep in raucous devils fighting, drinking, and doing all the rest under the pervasive red glow. The whole of Undervegas is one big demon party, and buddy —- you're not invited. [He scratches his head.] HOUSE: But on the whole — ignoring the demons is hard, and the food is terrible, but a casino buff can have a lot of fun in Undervegas. You can spot the original joints that the Rat Pack called home. Now they're occupied by actual giant rat demons. The Ocean's 11 was filmed at the Sands, which has been gentrified to kingdome come, literally. The games in the casinos themselves are similarly, well, demonized. I wouldn't recommend betting away anything you wouldn't want to wake up without. That's how you lose your kidneys. [He pauses.] HOUSE: Not that I'd know. I never lose. Two hours and 34 minutes after Site-666 collapsed into Undervegas, the away team entered the Ivory Towers estate of Undervegas. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» STERLING: Huh. This is unexpected. ADAMS: Woah. [Ivory Towers is a stark contrast from the rest of SCP-7666; rather than a rambunctious, raucous casino-lined street, it appears to be a standard suburban area of Las Vegas. Cookie-cutter homes with small but neat green lawns line the street. Rather than drinking in the street, the humanoid demons are all trimming their hedges, mowing their lawns, or walking down the sidewalk.] THORNER: This is horrific. CALENDAR: Agreed. There's hardly any physical abuse going on. ADAMS: This is nuts! I grew up in a neighborhood just like this. Course, there weren't any demons there. Actually, I always thought the weird old dude who lived across the street was a demon, but it turns out he just had tetanus and anxiety. CALENDAR: Humans are weird. Where I grew up, the second most popular game was "punch contest". STERLING: What was the first? CALENDAR: Monopoly. It usually led into the punch contest. [CALENDAR flexes her biceps.] CALENDAR: Three time champ in the old neighborhood, baby. THORNER: These are Conceit-class demons. Not a lot of these guys in Las Vegas. STERLING: What's the main casino here? Is there one? CALENDAR: Bet your sweet ass there is. The Sands shouldn't be far from here. Just follow the trail of people who are smiling at you but clearly think their life choices are slightly better than yours. [The Suburban continues to drive through the suburbs. As the endless, repetitive neighborhood continues, a demon in a suit waves down the car.] DEMON: Howdy, neighbors! You folks seem like you're not from around here. Let me bid you welcome to Ivory Towers, where we pride ourselves. [A beat passes.] STERLING: Oh, I thought you were going to finish that senten— DEMON: Nope! Can I help you with something? THORNER: Do you know how to get to the Sands casino? [The demon chuckles.] DEMON: Oh, but why would you want to go to the Sands when suburban Ivory Towers is so nice? I mean, we're crime-free, gang-free, homeless-free— THORNER: Wait. Hold on. [THORNER sniffs the air intently. She draws her nose closer to the demon.] THORNER: I know this kind of evil. ADAMS: What? THORNER: He's an HOA president. [The group responds with various noises of disgust.] CALENDAR: Tell us where the Sands is before I break you over my knee, snotnose. [He points down the road. The car speeds off — the demon is briefly audible yelling about property valuations and being the recipient of a best-kept lawn award before he disappears in the rearview mirror. Shortly, the sprawling Sands casino comes into view, surrounding by mid-market American sedans and SUVs. Well-dressed, slightly-above-middle-class demons walk in and out of the casino's large doorway. The group parks the car and enter. A bellhop demon greets them.] The Sands casino and hotel, located in Undervegas. DEMON: Welcome to the New Sands Casino! Three-time recipient of the Infernal Award for most hospitable Undervegas hotel and casino! Unfortunately, only guests are allowed access, so I'll need to see your— [CALENDAR picks up the demon by the scruff of his shirt and throws him. He smashes headfirst into the marble wall, and does not move. The other guests stare for a moment before whispering to each other indiscreetly and giving the group a wide berth.] THORNER: You make an excellent bodyguard, Calendar. CALENDAR: I don't know what that is, but thanks. [They move through the casino floor.] STERLING: Is this place all slot machines or something? I don't see a single other type of game. [Passing by, ADAMS idly pulls the lever on a slot machine. It jerks.] ADAMS: Oh, shit! You're a demon. DEMON: Don't stop. ADAMS: Yeugh! [ADAMS whips his hand back.] CALENDAR: Slot machines are the perfect game for Pride demons. Basically no skill involved, all luck and chance, but they still get to feel superior when they win. Which is why so many of them are slot machines. STERLING: That… makes a strange amount of sense. ADAMS: This is nuts, man. Ocean's Eleven was filmed here. Frank Sinatra played here! STERLING: You've said that about every casino we've been to, Clark. ADAMS: Because he did! THORNER: Shut up with your throat noises and look. [THORNER points down the lane. At the end, between the potted plants and endless rows of slot machines, lies a lone card table, occupied by a single white-suited dealer.] CALENDAR: Smells like unspeakable evil. That's your man. ADAMS: Hey, I think I smell it too! CALENDAR: No, hon, that's the overwhelming aftershave. ADAMS: (Eyes watering) Oh, yeah. [The team approaches.] UNIDENTIFIED: Ohoh. Look at this motley foursome. You must be the humans and the… [He looks at CALENDAR, lip curling in slight disgust.] UNIDENTIFIED: Dog accompanying them. CALENDAR: Careful, pretty boy. I bite. STERLING: And I guess you're the Pit Boss here. UNIDENTIFIED: Oh, no. He is. [He signals behind him. Through the windows of the Sands, a gigantic, disgusting, blue-purple fleshy mass can be seen lying in the courtyard. A single, winding tendril extends from it, snaking across the astroturf and into the wall, before exiting from a vent and landing in the dealer's neck.] ADAMS: What the hell?! CALENDAR: Oh, gross. STERLING: Thaaat's disgusting. THORNER: Fascinating! I want to dissect it. See how it tastes. Maybe broiled or seared. UNIDENTIFIED: What? THORNER: What? UNIDENTIFIED: You guys are weird river trash. I mean, I knew you were river trash, but I didn't know you were weird. Anyway, I'm just a voice for him. And he's Asmodeus. [THORNER sucks in a breath.] STERLING: Based off her reaction, I'm assuming you're important, or have subtly agreed to let her taste you. ASMODEUS: The former. Belial and Queen Forneus mentioned you wanted to make a deal in IRC. STERLING: Yeah, we— wait, you use IRC? ASMODEUS: Yes, Imp Relay Chat. We yell the message at an imp, maybe whip it a little, and it flies across town to deliver it. THORNER: That's interesting. I like that. We should use that. ASMODEUS: Indeed. Unfortunately, I highly doubt you have anything to offer me that would will me to move against Ba'al on the behalf of mortals. STERLING: Yeah, our boss said you might say that. [STERLING slips her phone from her pocket, dialing a number in. On the second ring, it picks up.] HOUSE: Hello? STERLING: You okay, sir? HOUSE: Yeah, fine. Just trying to get the PRINTER working. STERLING: Cool. Yeah, we're talking to the Pit Boss in Ivory Towers. An Asmodeus. HOUSE: Ah, wunderbar. Put me on. [STERLING hands the phone to ASMODEUS, who takes it hesitantly.] ASMODEUS: Hello? [The group watches ASMODEUS' inaudible conversation with the Director. His face goes through several emotions, from disgust, to surprise, to rage, to amusement, and finally back to smug.] ASMODEUS: Yes, I think that will be quite suitable. Pleasure doing business with you. [ASMODEUS hands the phone back to STERLING.] STERLING: Boss, I do not like the look on this guy's face. What did you do? HOUSE: I'll explain when you get back. It's all part of the plan, don't worry. This guy's an arrogant, smug prick with almost no redeeming qualities. We understand each other. ADAMS: Don't know if this is the kinda guy we wanna be operating with, Boss. ASMODEUS: Definitely not. But you don't have a choice. Though of course, you're going to fail anyway. HOUSE: Wait, what did he say? Put me on speaker. ASMODEUS: Nothing! HOUSE: Spit it out, you prehensile fuck! ASMODEUS: Or what? You're a tiny metal object that folds, you can't do anything to me. HOUSE: Calendar! CALENDAR: I don't work for you. HOUSE: Break his knees! CALENDAR: Oh, nevermind, I'll work for you. ASMODEUS: Wait, wait! Okay — the reason Ba'al was able to get your stupid little pyramid down here to begin with despite your anchoring agent was because he had help. From someone on the inside. THORNER: Yes, we know, me. But not on purpose. ASMODEUS: Not that. An exceptionally powerful demonic presence. Not just a demon, in fact. The father of all demons. King of the Nine Circles of Hell, Overlord of Sin, Supreme Dawg, the Big Kahuna. HOUSE: Wait, are you saying that— ASMODEUS: Yes, you stupid fruit! Satan himself, agent of betrayal and destruction, is in your walls! And as long as he favors Ba'al, you stand no chance! STERLING: Why would you tell us this? HOUSE: I signed the contract. He doesn't care what happens as long as he gets his. Shit. STERLING: Maybe not the best move. What did you promise him? THORNER: Wait. This is impossible. This doesn't conform to any of the demonology logic we know Undervegas and Hell operates on. HOUSE: What? THORNER: Hell aligns with Dante's understanding of it, as attested in Inferno. He said Satan was frozen in the bottommost circle of Hell, suggesting any of his appearances were just weak projections. No real Satanic power, just the ability to influence people and things to sin. I interviewed hundreds of demons for my thesis. They all agreed with that. ASMODEUS: 'Tis true. Our father Satan is still imprisoned in the Great Frigidaire of the Ninth Circle. But even his projection, appearing as a simple, unassuming object, can wreak havoc on you naïve mortals. HOUSE: Hold on. You said betrayal. ASMODEUS: The Ninth Circle contains the Great Betrayer. As such, he loves to spread chaos and discord through subtle betrayals and creeping treachery. HOUSE: Oh. Oh god. ADAMS: Boss? HOUSE: What's the one object that, throughout this entire endeavor, has been consistently failing us and betraying us when we need it most? Leaving us frustrated and out to dry, throwing a constant, minor annoyance in my plans to get the Site back to Earth? [There is silence on the line.] HOUSE: Get back here immediately. «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» HOUSE: You bastard. You thought you could hide right under our noses. Laying low, slinking like a coward. Interrupting our communications. Throwing a wrench in our plans. Ruining my workflow. All just for your own sick pleasure. [Doctor THORNER and Agents STERLING, CLARK, and CALENDAR burst through the doors into Director HOUSE's office. He is standing in the middle of the room, in front of his printer, holding a sledgehammer.] HOUSE: Oh, good. I was about to start. AAAAAH! [He bashes the sledgehammer into the printer, shattering its plastic casing. Nothing happens.] CALENDAR: I think the pressure cooked his brain. STERLING: Sir, maybe you should— [He raises the sledgehammer, smashing it into the printer again and again. His assistant peeks into the office.] SECRETARY: Sir, why are you assaulting your printer? HOUSE: Devil got into it. SECRETARY: Okay, sir. [She closes the door. Suddenly, the shattered, pulverized remnants of the printer began to shake and emit a thick, black smoke. Everyone jumps back. A stilted, digitally-synthesized voice escapes from its remains.] SATAN: HA. HA. HA. WELL DONE. I ADMIT, I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO DEDUCE IT. HOUSE: You bastard! I wasted so many hours on you! SATAN: YES. ATTEMPTING TO SOLVE NONEXISTENT PAPER JAMS. TRYING TO ADD TONER WHEN MY TONER WAS FULL. YOU FOOL. HOUSE: And now? SATAN: YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY PROJECTION. I WILL HAVE TO RETURN TO MY FROZEN FORM IN THE NINTH CIRCLE FOR NOW. BUT BEFORE I DO THAT. I BELIEVE YOU DESERVE YOUR JUST REWARD. [There is silence for a moment. Then, an electric spark seems to pass through the air.] STERLING: Did you feel that? HOUSE: What was it?! SATAN: YOU WILL APPRECIATE IT WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT. ADAMS: Wait. You're like, the Devil, man! SATAN: YES. I AM LIKE, THE DEVIL, MAN. CALENDAR: This is definitely not how I expected to meet the big man. ADAMS: Why are you helping us? SATAN: I SUPPORT TREACHERY AND BETRAYAL. THE DIRECTION IS LARGELY UNIMPORTANT. I WILL GAIN THE SAME PLEASURE FROM BA'AL'S FACE UPON REALIZING HE NO LONGER POSSESSES HIS FATHER'S FAVOR. MAYBE IF HE HAD BECOME A DOCTOR, BUT NO. FARE THEE WELL, CHUMPS. [The smoke disperses, and the printer melts into liquid plastic and metal.] HOUSE: Huh. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 7666.7 SITE-666 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» O5-6: Morning, guys. O5-10: Ugh. What the hell happened last night? O5-3: Not so loud. We all got wasted and went to bed at 10pm. O5-6: Not me. I was up, you know, taking care of things. O5-11: Any crises spring up while we were asleep? O5-6: Yeah, Site-666 fell into Hell. O5-10: (Confused) What? O5-6: Yeah, I was kinda lost too. But House said he had a plan, so… I kind of let him do whatever he wanted. O5-3: (Terrified) YOU WHAT? «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» [Five black Foundation Suburban speed down the Undervegas strip, swerving around demons in the road and spritzing any unruly entities with holy water rifles out of the window as they pass.] HOUSE: This is House to the rest of MTF Omega-33. Remember, ignore the little demons. They're like Chihuahuas right now, and we're hunting a wolf. Get in, squirt anything that looks like a threat as we move deeper into the casino. As soon as we spot Ba'al, let me get up front. We'll trigger Part 1 as soon as we've got his attention, Part 2 when he's distracted. STERLING: This is such a bad idea. CALENDAR: This'll be great. I want to punch Ba'al right in his crooked jaw. Maybe I'll even it out. STERLING: Generally, if Tess is excited about something, I expect it to result in grievous physical or psychological injury to someone. [Doctor THORNER is rocking back and forth in the backseat, giggling to herself.] ADAMS: Hey, I think we're here. [The Suburban brake, stopping in front of the massive porte-cochère entrance to the casino. MTF operators jump out of the vehicles with rifles drawn, ushering the Agents and Director into the building.] HOUSE: Oh, wow. This is… gaudy. STERLING: Don't you own a gold lapel pin? HOUSE: Two. [The interior of the Dunes is a luxurious, opulent hellscape. Everything is gold, from the carpet to the wallpaper to the slot machines themselves. The clientele is similar — yellow-skinned Greed demons seem to occupy most of the seats and card tables. They turn around as the Foundation personnel storm the building.] KURTZ: EVERYONE WITH HORNS, ON YOUR KNEES! STERLING: Not you, Clark, get up. [Most of the unarmed, flobby demons drop to the floor in terror instantly. A few staff members attempt to rush the group. They are blasted with holy water, before being pulverized by Agent CALENDAR, who laughs gleefully as she pummels security guards left and right. The group continues to rush through the gambling floor of the Dunes, ignoring the side-set shrimp-and-skull buffets and gold card tables. Suddenly, one figure, lounging facedown on a massage table, calls out to them.] UNIDENTIFIED: Well, well, well. Randall House. HOUSE: Who? I mean, what? [The figure lifts himself off the massage table, gradually removing hot towels from his body. The face that gradually becomes visible is an older, scarred, bearded man. He places a bathrobe marked with the casino's logo on himself, and lifts a top hat from a nearby table.] PLUTO: Remember me? HOUSE: You. PLUTO: Yes, me. Seven years ago you ruined my plans to annex Las Vegas into Hell. And now you suffer from a demon problem a thousandfold bigger than what I would've caused. [He laughs.] PLUTO: The irony is delicious. HOUSE: Yeah, well, if you didn't suck at cards, you wouldn't have been fooled, so. PLUTO: You cheated! HOUSE: That's part of the game! Why are you even here? PLUTO: Because, you idiot, as soon as you humiliated me, the other demons turned on me. Fourth Circle demons removed me as their chairman, letting the uncouth beast that has you stuck here to take my place. So, as mentioned… this accident is entirely one of your own making. HOUSE: I'm in a hurry, so unless you have anything fun to say, we're going to have to part ways for now. PLUTO: No matter, I'll have plenty of fun watching you fail and live out the rest of your days down here, surrounded by the demons you despise so much. Au revoir, little shrike. STERLING: Sir, we really gotta go. [The group continues moving through the casino floor.] THORNER: I would imagine Ba'al can be found in the center of the building. After all, that would afford him the most room for— [The two-dozen personnel break through a line of slot machines, revealing the center of the Dunes casino floor. It is a sunken full-size basketball court, on which Ba'al is currently sinking three-pointers. He is now dressed in a Chicago Bulls jersey, and has impaled basketballs on both horns.] BA'AL: GRAGH! WHO DARES INTERRU— OH, YOU GUYS. COME ON IN, HOW ARE YOU ENJOYING THE PLACE? HOUSE: Sorry, big boy. It's been fun, but we're going home now. BA'AL: I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND, LITTLE MAN. YOU ARE HERE FOR ETERNITY. ALL OF YOU ARE GIVEN COURTSIDE SEATS TO YOUR OWN TORMENT. THORNER: That hardly seems fair. BA'AL: I OWN YOUR SOULS. YOU SIGNED THE CONTRACT, STRANGE DIMINUTIVE WOMAN. THORNER: No, I didn't! [BA'AL sinks an alley-oop before abandoning the court and turning to the group. He begins to approach them, the ground shaking as he nears. The security personnel raise their weapons and begin to fire, but they are ineffective.] BA'AL: HOLY WATER MIGHT HAVE BEEN EFFECTIVE ON A LESSER DUKE. NOT I. MY SKIN IS FAR TOO THICK FOR YOUR PUNY SUPER SOAKERS. [The personnel begin to back away from the hulking demon as he gives a deep, booming laugh.] BA'AL: YOU HAVE NOTHING, NOTHING AGAINST ME. I OFTEN FORGET THE ARROGANCE OF MORTALS. I THINK PERHAPS A LESSON IS IN ORDER. KURTZ: House… HOUSE: Wait for it, wait for it… BA'AL: I SHALL TAKE ONE OF YOU FOR MY CONSUMPTION. [BA'AL continues to approach the group as they turn and back away, directly onto the basketball court.] BA'AL: PERHAPS THE LOUDMOUTHED REDHEAD. OR THE STRANGE QUEEN TOUCHED IN THE HEAD. [BA'AL stops, directly over the midcourt line.] BA'AL: OR MAYBE THE IDIOT— HOUSE: Now! [THORNER, STERLING, and ADAMS perform three different summoning rituals simultaneously. Three more gateways open in the basketball court. The huge weight of Belial slides through the first, crushing the floorboards of the court beneath it and pinning BA'AL's leg to the ground.] BA'AL: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU TWO-TON BASTARD?! BELIAL: SORRY, BA'AL. THE HUMANS OFFERED ME THE MOST DELICIOUS THING — YOU REALLY MUST TRY SOME! BA'AL: GET OFF OF ME! [Through another gate, a huge, gelatinous mass squeezes through the circular opening, tendrils flailing wildly through the air until they wrap themselves around BA'AL's left arm. He drops the basketball he was holding.] BA'AL: ASMODEUS? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING? ASMODEUS: Apologies, Ba'al my chum. I was given a very attractive offer! You know how it is. [Through the third gateway, a red-skinned demoness in a sheer evening dress and holding an assault rifle jumps out. Several others jump out behind her, leaping onto BA'AL's back.] GAMORY: You've had this coming, you overgrown JV idiot. BA'AL: YOU TOO, SUCCUBUS? THIS IS TREACHERY! WAIT. THIS IS TREACHERY! I STILL HAVE— HOUSE: Sike! [HOUSE throws a chunk of the printer casing at BA'AL. It bounces off the demon's thick skull.] BA'AL: NO! HOW DID— THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! I OWN YOUR SOULS! ASMODEUS: Sorry, mate. The funny little creature promised I would get your souls for as long as they remained in Undervegas if I got rid of you. GAMORY: Wait, what? No, I'm getting the souls as long as they're down here! BA'AL: THEY'RE MINE! BELIAL: I WANT TOFU! ASMODEUS: You always take the souls you greedy bastard, leave some for the rest of us! GAMORY: I hardly ever take souls! [The Princes of Undervegas erupt in a fistfight, screaming at one another while tearing at the others with all their applicable limbs and horns. GAMORY's succubi mob BA'AL, while ASMODEUS and BELIAL are engaged in some kind of sumo-wrestling match forcing the other back through their gateway using their sheer size.] STERLING: Wait, you bet them ALL OF OUR SOULS?! HOUSE: Oh relax, they're just souls. I have like four of them! I'm pretty sure Thorner isn't even using hers. ADAMS: Boss… what happens when one of them wins? HOUSE: What? Oh. Yeah, that's not gonna be an issue. [HOUSE activates his radio.] HOUSE: Bridget? Yeah, it's House. Green light, turn her on. [Through the windows of the Dunes, Site-666 is visible close by. Suddenly, its lights all go out at once, leaving it an opaque black pyramid. A moment later, a huge beam of bright light shoots out of the top of the building, right into the cavern roof. The entire Site, from the top of the pyramid to the entire chunk of Earth underneath it containing the subterranean mass of the Site, begins to rise into the air. At the same time, all the Foundation personnel in the casino also began to float upward.] ADAMS: What the hell?! STERLING: This is freaky. THORNER: Interesting. I've always wanted to fly. [The MTF operators and agents continue to rise, passing through surfaces and ceilings as though immaterial. The demons are too busy fighting and screaming at one another to notice. The personnel pass through the floors of the Dunes on their way up, finally exiting out of the roof where they continue to rise. Site-666 is passing through the rock roof effortlessly, quickly followed by the floating mission personnel.] HOUSE: Going up, you idiots! «END LOG» At 0513 hours, the House-Nicolas Theoplanar Vacuum Unit, left behind on Earth, began to rise into the air, quickly followed by the rest of the Luxor Las Vegas and Site-666 materializing out of the ground. It continued to materialize and rise until it had assumed its original height of 106m, at which point it solidified on Earth. These events were witnessed by the large crowd that had accrued throughout the night at the spectacle of the missing Luxor. As part of Plan Copperfield, executed by Assistant Director Lindsay Blake, signs and advertisements were pasted up in the area advertising a surprise one-time-only show by famed American illusionist David Copperfield, in which he would make the Luxor disappear and reappear. This was similar to a notable 1983 performance in which he had made the Statue of Liberty 'disappear', and the audience did not question it. Copperfield was acquired by MTF Omega-33 and forcibly put up to the task. Upon Site-666's reappearance, the crowd applauded and Copperfield was permitted to return home. Site-666 personnel secured the location and affirmed that all guests were present, no demons had stowed away aboard the Site, and generally that all was in order. The go-ahead was given at 0634 hours. Four and a half hours after it collapsed into Undervegas, the Luxor Las Vegas was open for business in time for the morning rush. Involved personnel were debriefed shortly thereafter. Site-666 after returning to Las Vegas. «BEGIN LOG» STERLING: So, when you said to the Overwatch Guy, and I quote — "it makes me wish I spent another couple dozen million on an exact copy to keep in the basement. In case of emergencies like the Site falling into Hell one day"… HOUSE: I actually did have an exact copy in the basement in case of emergencies, yes. STERLING: … Why? HOUSE: Always have an ace up your sleeve. Plus most of the money was in R&D. Building two of them was actually cost-saving, and it's always nice to have a backup. STERLING: You're actually insane. ADAMS: Wait, why didn't you just turn it on immediately? THORNER: Because he knew that Ba'al's focus would just overpower this one too. Unless he was sufficiently distracted. HOUSE: By, say, three other Princes of Undervegas jumping him. Also, we were on reserve power, so there was only really enough charge for one shot. I wanted to be sure. CALENDAR: Gotta hand it to you, guy. That's pretty clever. Takes a hell of a human to outwit… Hell. STERLING: Wait, why are you still here? THORNER: Frankly, I'm not quite sure. It appears that the Unit may have assumed she was working for us and just… taken her along. CALENDAR: I mean, I kinda was. HOUSE: Would you like to continue kinda working for us? CALENDAR: You'd hire a seven-foot-tall Wrath demon from hell with horns who's strong enough to stop a train? HOUSE: I'm already offering you the job, you don't have to sell yourself to me. I could use a bodyguard. CALENDAR: Huh. Okay. THORNER: Though, why didn't you tell anyone about the secondary unit? HOUSE: None of you have the appropriate clearance for it. Standard security protocols. Never show them all your cards. [Grumbles pass through the room.] HOUSE: Though I'll admit that the fact that we're sitting on top of a demon city is going to require some… changes, with our containment protocols. And hopefully a hefty budget increase. We could use some more hands around here. STERLING: If the Council denies you funding after this, they're out of their minds. HOUSE: It's a definite possibility. For now, everyone go to your… wherever you live, and shower and rest up. This has been a busy night for all of us. You all stink of sulfur. [The group begins to leave the conference room.] STERLING: Wait — what about Satan being a printer? HOUSE: I mean, I can't say I'm surprised— STERLING: I mean specifically your printer. HOUSE: Oh, yes. That was… an unexpected variable. But we found it, and took care of it. So all's well that ends well. [Pause.] HOUSE: Also, I'm having all my office supplies, appliances, and furniture scanned for demonic possession right now. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ HOUSE: And with that, we come to a close. I bet you're thinking to yourself "what the hell just happened?" A fair question. The answer is a perfect cheat. All the components in place. Executed without a hitch. HOUSE: So there's my advice when interacting with demons. Or when working here in general. Always cheat. Always have an ace up your sleeve. And never, ever show them all your cards. Any questions? RESEARCHER: Sir? How did you know? HOUSE: How did I know what? RESEARCHER: That the Site had enough power for the vacuum unit? That the other Princes would successfully distract Ba'al? That you had… Satan's favor on your side? I mean, how did you know that any of this would work? HOUSE: I didn't. But I made a plan, I stacked the odds. Then I did what we all do in this city: I rolled the dice. And I got lucky. I need risk-takers, people who don't just think outside the box — they live outside it. People willing to make a gambit and roll the dice. [He pauses, then grins.] HOUSE: Hey, you guys know why I got lucky? [A groan passes through the audience. Director HOUSE grins and sips from his mug.] HOUSE: Yeah, you goddamn know. 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SCP-7667 | safe | Item#: 7667 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Multiple SCP-7667 instances resting Special Containment Procedures: Foundation efforts are focused on introducing new political ideologies to SCP-7667 cells as a preventative measure to hold back or stop potential conflicts and containment breaches from occurring. All SCP-7667 instances are contained in a large-sized containment biodome at Site-132. SCP-7667's containment biodome is to be given 30 grams of dead organic matter every week.1 Should a conflict initiate between SCP-7667 instances, then all efforts are to be focused on stopping it due to the aggressive behaviour of SCP-7667 cells and the large chance for a possible containment breach. Description: SCP-7667 refers to an anomalous species of slime mould cells, similar to the fuligo septica. Recent population estimates place the number of living instances at around 12 million. SCP-7667 cells are sapient, have the ability to vocalize, despite having neither vocal cords nor a mouth, and are capable of moving freely, despite the lack of legs or similar appendages. This is done by the organisms changing shapes at very fast speeds not possible to achieve by normal slime mould cells. SCP-7667 instances have the capability of creating structures out of dead mould cells by using deceased organisms to create structures. Dead cells are easily moldable and can be subjugated with other cells to create larger structures. When an SCP-7667 instance makes contact with any non-anomalous slime mould cell, that cell will undergo a heavy transmutation that causes them to get anomalous traits similar to SCP-7667, with the only unchanged trait being their outward appearance. SCP-7667 cells have created a society mirroring 1940s Italy, including culture, social life, language, politics, economy, and technology. SCP-7667 cells live under a fascist regime, led by one SCP-7667 cell, henceforth referred to as SCP-7667-A. As such, SCP-7667 cells have a positive view of violence and will see various life forms as ¨enemies¨, which includes, but is not limited to: Transmutated slime mould cells that are not of the fuligo septica species. Dead leaves All species of mushrooms. Small bugs like ants or aphids. SCP-7667 instances engage in frequent conflicts with these enemies, and sometimes themselves. Although not posing a threat by themselves, large amounts of SCP-7667 instances can easily overwhelm anyone they deem an enemy. Addendum 7667.1 Observation log Micro-scout AS-69338 On 12/06/2019, after discovery and initial containment, an effort was made to observe SCP-7667 society. Due to the small size of SCP-7667 instances and their structures, the remote-controlled Micro-scout robot AS-69338 was used. The following document is a transcript of AS-69338´s observation of a major settlement of SCP-7667 instances. Time Noticeable event 16:43: Micro-scout is placed near a small settlement of SCP-7667 instances residing near the foot of a Betula pendula.2 16:44: Micro-scout's camera goes online, and the remote control is activated. SCP-7667 instances around the settlement notice the Micro-scout, but do not react to its presence. 16:47: Micro-scout moves through the main road of the settlement. After two minutes on the road, several SCP-7667 instances appear and try to attempt to stick a poster to the Micro-scout's camera. This poster depicts several crudely-drawn anthropomorphized SCP-7667 cells in military uniforms, saluting SCP-7667-A. 16:53: Micro-scout moves along the main road from the small settlement, and goes further to a larger road leading to the main settlement of SCP-7667 instances. As the Micro-scout moves from the road it's on to the larger road, the Micro-scout's vision gets partially obstructed by a large amount of smoke that covers the road. The origin point of this smoke comes from a single, small factory-like structure, around 20 centimetres away from the road. 16:58: Micro-scout arrives at the main SCP-7667 settlement. The Micro-scout is surrounded by 4 juvenile SCP-7667 instances, who appear to play and examine the subject. After 12 minutes, the SCP-7667 cells appear to get disinterested and leave the Micro-scout. Micro-scout continues into the main settlement. 17:08: Micro-scout enters an SCP-7667 neighbourhood. Several juvenile SCP-7667 cells are playing outside. One cell of the fuligo septica species starts harassing and stealing toys of a cell of the wolf's milk species, with other fuligo septica cells dropping their activities and joining in on the harassment. 17:16: Micro-scout approaches what appears to be a military parade. Closer inspection reveals that around a thousand cells are marching with what appears to be several large panels carried on 5 carts behind them. 17:35: Micro-scout approaches a large prison-like structure. A yard outside the structure reveals transmutated cells not of the fuligo septica species and non-sentient mushrooms. Several SCP-7667 cells of the fuligo septica species are physically assaulting the trapped entities. When a fuligo septica cell notices the Micro-scout, all trapped species are rushed into the structure, while the remaining fuligo specticas try in vain to move the mushrooms into the structure. 17:45: Micro-scout approaches a large, stadium-like structure. Micro-scout enters the structure, which turns out to be a manifestation site. Inside the site, around 2,000 SCP-7667 instances are listening to SCP-7667-A, who is holding a speech about the SCP-7667 nation. In an attempt to communicate with SCP-7667-A, Micro-scout moves closer to SCP-7667-A. 17:46: Micro-scout comes to a stop due to several SCP-7667 instances resembling military guards blocking its path. Micro-scout tries to push the guards to the side to approach SCP-7667-A. To help with tracking SCP-7667-A's location, Micro-scout fires a miniature tracking device onto SCP-7667-A, who is then startled and stops his speech. Audience members stop watching SCP-7667-A and are now starting to confront the Micro-scout. 17:47: SCP-7667 instances assault the Micro-scout. SCP-7667-A is rushed away by two SCP-7667 guards. 18:00: Micro-scout gets irreparably damaged and connection gets terminated. Addendum 7667.2 interview log 7667.3739 On 01/02/2020, to gain further insight into SCP-7667 society and aid its containment efforts, an attempt was made to conduct an interview with SCP-7667-A. The tracking device planted by AS-69338 was used to trace SCP-7667-A's location. Date: 01/02/2020 Time: 10:43 PM Interviewer: Dr. Stefano Conti Interviewee: SCP-7667-A <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Conti: Greetings, SCP-7667-A. SCP-7667-A is murmuring something to itself. SCP-7667-A: Behold, the magnificent Mouldssolini, duce of Mouldova! Moulds like me know no weaknesses, we shine brighter than any god ever could be! As for you, a man of science, perhaps? A crusader of the freedom of thought, a scholar of the unknown! I greatly admire such smart minds like those of yours! Dr. Conti: I'd say, I feel quite flattered, my biggest thanks to you. Now I do have some burning questions for you, would you be so kind to answer these? SCP-7667-A: My greatest pleasure. Let it be known to me and you that we have achieved great things already! Dr. Conti: Of course. SCP-7667-A, can you tell me about your country? SCP-7667-A My country, my country. The great Mouldova! Our nation knows no limits, our enemies tremble in fear when only hearing our glorious name! I've whipped it up into the perfect shape! Dr. Conti: Then tell me, how is life for citizens of ''Mouldova''? SCP-7667-A: Not to brag, but I've greatly increased the quality of life, much better than what Fulcta could ever achieve. I paved the streets, made the trains run on time, got all sheepherders back to work and o so much more. Of course, there are still impunities here and there, but we will- Dr. Conti: Impunities? SCP-7667-A, can you specify who or what these impunities are? SCP-7667-A: Well, you know, polycephalums, mushrooms, other things that hold back progress. It's a good thing to clean them up before they lay our country to ruin. Dr. Conti: Why do you hold such resentment against them, SCP-7667-A? SCP-7667-A: Uhhh…. I- uh, well, of course! I mean…… you know, it's obvious, isn't it? Yeah, of course! Dr. Conti: Those aren't answers, SCP-7667-A. SCP-7667-A: Well, it's because… It's because…. Uhhhhh….. It's because they look at me wrong! Those mushrooms! The sheer nerve! They are my enemies, I shall destroy them! You hear me, destroy them! They don't call me a master tactician for no reason! North from the large rock, they proclaimed their new country of ''Fungland''. Well, I'll get them! I need no army, I have those uhhhh, big shooty-thingys, ya know, those green things! Dr. Conti: You mean tanks? SCP-7667-A: Tanks! Yes, of course, tanks. Well, I have some tanks of my own. I'll go there and fight them myself! As a matter of fact, I'll have my best factory produce the largest bomb that ever created, that will show them! Dr. Conti: You're going on a military conquest, SCP-7667-A? SCP-7667-A: A mili-whatnow? <END LOG> On 02/02/2020, SCP-7667-A, carrying a small bomb, alongside 5 soldiers pulling carts containing around 50 large panels depicting child-like drawings of tanks, is seen travelling towards a large rock inside of the containment chamber. There it is ambushed by around 20 Transmutated cells, not of the fuligo septica species. SCP-7667-A proclaims that it can ''Easily wipe everyone out in a second with larger-than-life tanks'' and that ''Everyone will tremble in fear when they see the destruction of my bomb'' before throwing the bomb it was holding. The bomb produces a bright light, but leaves no damage otherwise. Due to the ineffectiveness of the panels for combat, SCP-7667-A's lack of military skills and the numerous opposing enemies, SCP-7667-A and his soldiers were quickly overwhelmed and killed. Study on the effect this had on SCP-7667 society is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Like regular slime mould cells, SCP-7667 cells gain nutrients by recycling decomposing organic materials. 2. Silver birch tree. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7667" by Djlolotis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7667. Licensed under CC-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-7668 | esoteric-class | SCP-7668 By: Roufhous Published on 25 Dec 2023 16:03 SCP-7668 - The Foundation is Cold - Not cool Let's see how this does. See something somewhat good here ↓ ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-7668 Level 1/7668 Classified Site-94, prior to SCP-7668. Special Containment Procedures: All temperature dependant anomalies contained at Site-94 are to be relocated to other, thermoregulated Foundation facilities. Engineers are in the process of reworking or disabling all systems at risk due to SCP-7668. Scranton Reality Anchors are to be employed for situations where either becomes unfeasible. Personnel from Site-94 are asked to wear warmer clothing for the foreseeable future. Description: SCP-7668 is a phenomenon currently affecting the entire interior area of Site-94, causing these spaces to invariably remain at exactly -1 degrees Celsius. Efforts to manually change this through non-anomalous measures have all failed. SCP-7668 exudes an ambient Hume level noticeably higher than average. Because of this, SCP-7668 has been found to be reliably dispellable with the application of Scranton Reality Anchor units. However, as these devices are both limited in quantity and are known to cause several hazardous health effects in personnel, their employment has been heavily regulated. As such, Site Director Velkes has opted to leave all non-essential sections of Site-94 under the effects of SCP-7668 until further notice. Discovery: SCP-7668 manifested on 13/6/1990, shortly following an interview between a researcher and POI-7668, a known Ontokinetic that, at the time, was believed to be Class-I. It was quickly reclassified to Class-II. Attached below is an interview that took place with the researcher regarding this incident. Interviewed: Senior Researcher Arnold Piedmont. Interviewer: Senior Researcher Guy California. [Begin Log] [Senior Researcher Piedmont is seated in his office. He is visibly shivering, holding and rubbing both of his arms.] [Senior Researcher California enters the room.] California: Arnold. How are you doing today? Piedmont: I've been better, I can tell you that much. It's supposed to be the summer! I had to drag this coat out from the lost and found at my local church. California: Hmm. Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Piedmont: Yeah, yeah, now what did you want? California: I wanted to talk to you about this whole… [Piedmont ducks down and reaches under his desk, unplugging a portable heater. The temperature remains at -1°C as the device ceases blowing cold air out.] California: Ordeal, regarding what happened in that room. With the bender. [Piedmont mumbles to himself.] Piedmont: Just a - misunderstanding… California: Excuse me? [Piedmont takes a deep breath before sitting back up.] Piedmont: It was all going normally - well, as normal as you could get. We had it all under control. Everything was just peachy. California: … Then what happened? Piedmont: It complained about the temperature. Said that it was too hot - it was a bit warm, really - in the room. I said that there was little I could do about it; oh, it didn't like that. [California peeks his head out from the small office and into the hallway, looking at a wet floor sign atop an iced-coffee matted floor.] California: So it turned the entire facility into a… winter wonderland out of revenge? Piedmont: Of course not! Or, at least it wouldn't have, had I kept my mouth shut. California: Elaborate, Arnold. Piedmont: Fine. It didn't like my response. Said I wasn't very kind. So, all I did was bring up the motto of the Foundation in how we treat our humanoids. California: You mean the five-by-five by- Piedmont: No, about our attitude towards our anomalies? California: … what? [Piedmont inhales sharply.] Piedmont: I said that the Foundation is cold and uncompromising. There. California: … Piedmont: … California: That's it? Piedmont: Yep. That's, that's it. California: … Piedmont: … California: … Piedmont: … California: … Piedmont: … [California turns and exits the room, taking four seconds to do so.] [End Log] Notes: Junior Researcher Piedmont has been promptly demoted without amnestic treatment in accordance with standard Ethical Foundation protocol. As such, he has not been reassigned. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7668" by Roufhous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7668. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: File:Wapato Correctional Facility front view.jpg Name: File:Wapato Correctional Facility front view.jpg Author: Graywalls License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wapato_Correctional_Facility_front_view.jpg Footnotes 1. 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SCP-7669 | euclid | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page ArthCymro More by this Author| ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains sensitive topics, specifically sexual references. Reader discretion is advised Item #: SCP-7669 Site Responsible: Site-28 Director: Prof. Samantha Walters Research Head: Dr. Lolly Soot Assigned Task Force: MTF Eta-10/Upsilon-23 Level 2/7669 Restricted A section of a contained SCP-7669 instance. Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-7669 are to be contained in a ventilated, humidity-controlled containment locker at Site-28. Testing of any instances must be approved by the Head Researcher. If not in experimentation, only security officers with at least Class-3 Memetic Resistance training are permitted to handle and transport SCP-7669 instances. Mobile Task Force Upsilon-23 (“Art Critics”) and Eta-10 (“See No Evil”), as well as agents situated in anomalous communities, are responsible for coordinating routine screenings for new instances of SCP-7669 at galleries, theatres, hotels, and brothels. Due to SCP-7669's anomalous properties, treatment with amnestics is unnecessary unless subjects have experienced any neurological issues following multiple exposures. In this case, subjects are treated with Class C amnestics and emitted to the nearest civilian hospital for any necessary medical care. Description: SCP-7669 refers to a collection of 12 an unknown number of (See Addendum 7669.2) cognitohazardous paintings of various sizes and mediums. Whilst each of the paintings has differing styles, including cubism, De Stijl, geometric abstraction, suprematism, expressionism, and colour field, all are considered examples of art created during the abstract movement. Outside of their shared theme, all paintings have been signed with the same signature, "With Love, Cally". Below each signature is a "kiss mark", made using dark crimson lipstick. DNA analysis has failed to identify the creator of this mark. SCP-7669 cognitohazardous properties manifest when subjects come into eye contact with them. Upon observation, subjects experience a strong compulsion to maintain visual contact with the instance. This compulsion, whilst strong, can be resisted if the subject has the appropriate psionic training or if they possess low spatial and interpersonal intelligence. Despite its strength, SCP-7669's compulsion effect is temporary, with the effect subsiding suddenly after a period of time1. Following this period, the subjects will experience a sudden increase in dopamine, melatonin, and oxytocin, resulting in the subjects experiencing feelings of excitement, happiness, melancholy, and arousal. However, a majority of subjects also experience light-headedness, high blood pressure, muscle pain, and headaches. During the viewing period, as well as the compulsion, the subject will also try to comprehend certain aspects of the instance, identifying patterns, designs, methods, or images. Experimentation has found that no two subjects have managed to come to the same comprehension. This desire to comprehend and understand the contents of SCP-7669 instances increases in intensity the longer the subject remains in visual contact, with the majority of subjects becoming frustrated, aroused, and even aggressive. Many subjects also experience muscle tension and heightened blood pressure during this period. Like with the compulsion effect, this desire will subside after a period of time. Upon the completion of the observation period, SCP-7669's anti-memetic properties will come into effect. After ceasing observations with SCP-7669, subjects will quickly find they are unable to remember any thoughts, comprehensions, or conclusions they made during their visual contact with SCP-7669, although are able to recall physical sensations and emotions experienced. Whilst short-term exposure is considered harmless, long-term exposure to SCP-7669 has a severe impact on the nervous system of its subjects. Those who had been exposed multiple times to an SCP-7669 instance developed several neurological issues, including problems with depth and special perception, anterograde amnesia, and various types of agnosia2. Long-term exposure also results in the compulsion period a subject experiences lengthening and the subject developing an addiction to observing SCP-7669. Discovery: SCP-7669 was brought to the Foundation's attention on 05/11/2015 by an Agent Han Ngiam working undercover in FP-02 ("Backdoor Soho"). Agent Ngiam first witnessed SCP-7669 during a masquerade gala, organised by GoI-012 ("Marshall, Carter, and Dark"), where numerous Groups of Interest situated in FP-02 provided entertainment, craftsmanship, and cuisine. 12 instances of SCP-7669 had been provided and hung in individual private rooms. Following the gala, Agent Ngiam alerted the Foundation and a raid conducted by MTF Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders") and MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") on a warehouse in Sunset Park, New York City, which contained many of the items used during the gala. SCP-7669 was one of the many anomalies obtained. When asked for details about SCP-7669 during the gala, Agent Ngiam claimed that it had been provided by GoI-669 ("Caldeira")3 and all viewings had to be requested by an individual known as "Mx. Gisèle". When asked to describe the individual, Agent Ngiam reported that "Mx. Gisèle" possessed metamorphic capabilities, altering between various genders and sexes through the gala. Due to the strong possibility of their connection with GoI-669, the individual was added to the Person of Interest roster. Addendum 7669.1: Experiment Log Transcript Below is an extract from one of the tests initially conducted on SCP-7669. Each experiment was carried out using one D-class personnel, isolated in a Standard Human containment cell with electroencephalogram electrodes secured to their heads and a shock collar to their neck. 7669-E-17 Date: 19/11/2015 Researcher: Dr. Lolly Soot Subject: D-7787 Item: SCP-7669 - Begin Log - Dr. Soot: D-7787, you can remove the shroud now. (D-7787 removes the shroud covering the SCP-7669 instance.) D-7787: Oh - is that it? Dr. Soot: Yes. Can you give the painting a good look, please? D-7787: Ok - sure. (D-7787 looks at SCP-7669. After 30 seconds, they approach the painting examining it more closely.) D-7787: What's that - is that a leg? Dr. Soot: What can you see, D-7787? D-7787: I thought I saw a leg but - but there's something else. There - there's something moving. Dr. Soot: In the painting? D-7787: Yeah - like a wave - move - a powerful wave. (D-7787 begins to breath heavily and branch their fingers slowly.) Dr. Soot: D-7787, can you tell me what you’re feeling right now? D-7787: I'm - I'm - we - warm. The paint is so smooth. Smooth. The red is so bright and full. So full. It makes me - me think of - it - hot. Hurt. Dr. Soot: D-7787, can you please return the shroud to the painting? (D-7787 comes into contact with SCP-7669, touching a red section of the paintwork. D-7787 begins to stroke the section, breathing heavily.) Dr. Soot: D-7787, did you hear me? Can you please return the shroud? D-7787: It's getting warmer - the red - it's like blood - pain. - all red - and - warm - and lumpy - Lumpy. We are lumpy. Warm. Dr. Soot: D-7787, this is your final warning. D-7787: This red - it feels so good - and - and ah - ahhhh - so warm and - ahhh - ahhhhh - I like the way it feels - ahhh - oh - oh, it feels we feel - (D-7787 begins to press their body against SCP-7669. Dr. Soot activates the shock collar. It doesn't affect D-7787. ) D-7787: So much red - ahhhhh - so powerful - so - so - so - make us - oh fuck - hurt us - I - pattern - pattern - pattern - fucking hell! (D-7787 shudders violently before falling to the floor, breathing heavily. Security officers are called.) - End Log - Afterward: D-7787 was removed successfully by security officers, 20 seconds after the log was completed. Following their subjection to SCP-7669, D-7787 experience a mild headache and muscle stiffness. As expected, D-7787 could not remember what had occurred during the experiment but made several requests to witness SCP-7669 again. All requests were denied. D-7787's [DATA EXPUNGED] was removed from the SCP-7669 instance by personnel with Class-3 Memetic Resistance training. Addendum 7669.2: PoI-7669-01 On 06/01/2016, after performing several investigations, the Biology Division discovered a sample of DNA from one of the 12 SCP-7669 instances ascertained. Further analysis also determined that the DNA was from a seminal fluid sample. The DNA was traced to a French fine artist, Etienne Dumont (PoI-7669-01), whom the Foundation traced to Nouvel Hôpital Civil, Strasbourg, France. When investigated, Dumont was found to be in a persistent vegetative state, with signs of cerebral cortical functions. Personnel from the Medical Department confirmed Dumont's condition. According to police and hospital records, Dumont was found in his apartment on 17/11/2015, in the same vegetative state. When their apartment was investigated by agents, a further 7 instances of SCP-7669 were discovered, all painted by Dumont. Along with the SCP-7669 instances, numerous diary entries, and photographs of the SCP-7669 instances4, paintings, art materials, and sketches were discovered, none of which showed any anomalous properties. Below are some of the legible diary entries written by Dumont: ▷ Diary excerpts of Etienne Dumont ▽ Diary excerpts of Etienne Dumont Calvin came by today. Said he and his boyfriend had had a fight and wanted to crash at my place. Said I'd barely known he was there. I kicked the lazy arsehole out after he pissed all my dyes onto the floor. He needs to quit the pot. To be honest, even without Calvin's blundering, I didn't get far. I just don't know where I'm going with my stuff. Every time I try and do something, I get distracted and then I can't get back to where I was. Carman's gonna cut me off for sure. Carman's cut me off. She said I'd squandered enough of my skills and her and her friend's resource and said I should go back to dental school. She's right of course. I'll never be cool. Calvin came banging on my door at midnight last night. I helped him sober up and got him to bed. I hate the guy but I don't want him hurt. He repaid me the next morning with a card to this company. He said they could help me with my walls. I don't need a hooker. I need a muse. The landlord turned up today. I managed to persuade them to give me a two-week deferral. I need some cash quick and I'm not going back to Dad. I mixed up some new oils today, just for something to do. Art is all around me and I can't paint anything! I might give those girls a call. I need something to find something. Fuck. I've never worked so quickly and zoned. I can't remember most of the work but it's so good. It's beautiful. I called the company last night. A girl asked me what sort of thing I wanted. I didn't know what to ask for and I just blurted out I wanted inspiration. I think she found it funny and said someone called Yuki would be over the next day. She was amazing. Curved. Sharp. And the hair. It moved like it was in water. It never stopped. When she came in, she didn't even ask me what I wanted and just got on with it. It was the best I've ever had. And I saw things. Shapes. Faces. Screams. She said she could have that effect on people. I didn't care. I'd found what I needed. After I had to paint. I couldn't afford to forget what I saw. Yuki asked if she could be in it. I don't remember saying yes but in the end I'm happy I did. She fit in so well. She left not long after I finished. When I tried to pay her, she said no but said her boss would be in touch about doing more paintings. I don't typically do portraits but if these people can make me see what I saw, I guess I could do a few commissions. It hurts. Managed to get Carman over to look at the painting. She was impressed. I asked her if she would be interested in buying it. She said she'd make some calls. I guess that meant yes because some blokes with tattooed faces came by later that day and took the work. Made €2000! I got a call from Yuki later. Said her boss would come over tomorrow to talk about more work. I wonder am I cool yet? It's been a lot. Midday, Yuki's boss turned up. She He They introduced themselves as Gisèle and asked to see my work. I showed them a couple of my sketches. They said I had talent and Yuki was impressed with my ability to see her beauty. Looking into her form and capturing her pattern. I don't know what they meant but I was happy when they asked me to do some work for them. They gave me €500 upfront. It was when I made some coffee it happened. They gave me this look and said they'd help me get things rolling. Next thing I know we were having sex. Turns out Gisèle can change their sex at will. They'd been a woman when they'd come in. All ginger hair and long legs. But then they changed when we were together and they suddenly became a man and this beard that felt so good and - I've never been with another guy. Afterward, they asked me to sketch them. I did a couple, some as her and some as him. When I finished, they said I needed to look further. I needed to find the shapes. The figures. The patterns. They said they worked and saw beauty in every form and I needed to find a way of capturing that. They said their clients wanted to see the beauty and enticement. They wanted to see and feel the forms and patterns. See its concept. Feel its pain. Hurts. Hurts. It's been so long since I've written. I've been painting no stop. Gisèle was right. There is such beauty in the shapes around me. The forms. The colours. I don't know how others haven't been seeing this before. We put some much importance on the precise and complex designs around us when really we should be looking further. Hurts. The form hurts. Hurts us. It's all so great. Hurts good. And sexy. Pattern hurts. So fucking sexy. Make us hurt. Make the pattern hurt. Carmen came by and asked why I hadn't been in contact. I told her to fuck off. I don't need them anymore. Still, they like my work. One of her friends couldn't stop looking at one of them. He thought us wobbly. Bumped into the landlord. He said he was grateful for the extra cash I'd given him. I don't remember giving him anything. I haven't eaten in a while. After I'd done the fourth commission, I released how hungry I was. Strange thing is, all the food's off. How long have I been working? Gisèle came by around 7. They said my work was going down a storm with their clients. Wonder how they feel about them? More. Must have more to make a pattern. I don't know what to do. I've made 8 paintings in the last 49 hours and I don't remember doing them. I don't recognise the style either. I also did something to one of them. I tried to get it off with a bit of paint thinner but I didn't want to ruin it. I'm disgusting. Yes. Yes. Disgusting. Calvin was here apparently. I found his pot in a sandwich bag behind one of the pictures. I don't remember what he looks like. I tried to get some sleep but my head feels all wrong. And in my dreams, I can hear the screaming. Like before, when I was with Yuki. It's faint but it's there. Gisèle is there too. And Yuki. They're covered in paint. With faces in the colours. Your mind forms us. Shapes us. We shape in your mind. We like the shapes. It hurts us. The hurt is good. They look so good. I'd run out of paper. I had to use the wood from the table. it was a door. Not a table. They're so amazing. The forms are talking to me. I'm mapping out the elegance and order of this world in simplicity and subjectivity. Different. So many different shapes. All hurt. All good. Hurting makes us feel. Hurting makes us alive. It's not screaming. It's moaning. All of Dumont's entries became illegible following this last entry. According to neighbours and the building's landlord, Dumont created 17 paintings for the individual known as Gisèle. After studying the photographs found at their apartment, it was determined that only 2 of the originally discovered SCP-7669 instances had been created by Dumont. This discovery heavily implies that multiple artists had been commissioned to create instances of SCP-7669. Attempt to identify these individuals are ongoing and SCP-7669 has been reclassified from Safe ● to Euclid ●. On 10/01/2016, Dumont was subjected to psionic investigation and was found to be projecting strong telepathic signals, suggesting a degree of consciousness. As it couldn't be determined if the consciousness was Dumont, he was subjected to a psiophone5. When Dumont's psiophone results were fed through a visualiser, the resulting image depicted a crude humanoid face, not resembling Dumont, appearing to be experiencing intense ecstasy and arousal. Footnotes 1. This period varies, with the longest recorded period being 20 minutes. 2. Anterograde amnesia: The inability to create new memories after the event or complete inability to recall the recent past. Agnosia: The inability to process sensory information. 3. A network of establishments offering goods and services related to abnormal sex. Known to often supply and cooperate with various other Groups of Interest, especially GoI-012 ("Marshall, Carter, and Dark"), whom they regularly supply with escorts, prostitutes, and fetish equipment. 4. SCP-7669's anomalous properties did not activate through the photograph. 5. A device capable of measuring telepathic and tele-empathic signals and projections and converting them into electrical signals. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7669" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7669. Licensed under CC-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: Abstract.jpg Name: Abstract expressive abstract abstracts drawings paintings ink on paper black and white raphael perez Author: Raphael Perez Israeli Artist License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/99581103@N06/39809024114 |
SCP-7670 | euclid | SCP-7670 - The Light That Blinds Description to come. Image Credits eye.jpg is from https://flickr.com/photos/elchode/6614563075 All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7670 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Left eye of SCP-7670. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7670 is contained within a secure anomalous animal pen at Site-19. Under no circumstances are any Foundation personnel to interact with SCP-7670 directly - should SCP-7670 need to be transported from its current location, it must be first corralled into a windowless, acoustically insulated containment vessel that remains sealed at all times between its location of origin and its destination. SCP-7670 is to be fed thrice daily, and maintenance of its containment cell must be done either by automated systems (where applicable) or by deafened and blinded D-Class personnel. While video transmission of SCP-7670 is not currently believed to be cognitohazardous, auditory transmission is a certified vector and must be avoided at all costs. Interaction with SCP-7670 must be limited to test subjects only. Individuals who report disturbing nightmares, visions, and auditory hallucinations in the course of maintaining SCP-7670 are to be remanded into the SCP-7670 research team's custody for evaluation and study. Description: SCP-7670 is the group designation for a goat (Capra hircus) discovered in the Armenian highlands of eastern Turkey near the village of Kaçmaz, and its single left eye. SCP-7670 has no right eye. The goat hosting SCP-7670 is functionally immortal - being entirely resistant to destruction - and displays behaviour unusual for its species. It does not need to eat or drink, but ready access to food and water causes SCP-7670 to sleep more frequently, during which time its eye remains closed. The goat is otherwise considered unusually docile and unusually cognizant of when it is being watched. While it is not certain how much of this specific behaviour can be attributed to SCP-7670's left eye, the goat has - on many occasions - been observed staring at the hidden cameras within its containment cell when it is not eating or sleeping. SCP-7670 displays numerous anomalous characteristics. Individuals who look at the eye directly often times report bizarre and unusual visions, hallucinations, and frightening nightmares. Noted similarities between these include: Visions of bright figures Visions of outstretched hands Visions of intense bleeding Feelings of panic and paranoia Feelings of being watched Feelings of being followed Feelings of betrayal Feelings of being judged Feelings of falling Feelings of bright light Feelings of intense heat There is no currently available means by which to diminish these hallucinations - personnel who have been administered amnestics continue to report seeing and feeling the aforementioned while being unable to remember their origin. This confusion often results in significant increases in subject anxiety, and amnestics are no longer recommended as a response to subject stress. Subjects also describe hearing auditory hallucinations, both while waking and when asleep. These hallucinations are often described as the more traumatic of the associated phenomena, and subjects often attempt to go to more drastic lengths to ease their suffering. Subjects will typically first try to deafen themselves and, realizing that this does not cause the voices to cease, will often then either attempt to commit suicide by whichever means are available or, in more dramatic cases, will attempt to pull apart their own skull to gain access to the source of the sound inside their heads. Due to the nature of SCP-7670, accurate documentation of these phenomena is difficult to obtain and the subject of ongoing investigation. The most comprehensive account of SCP-7670's influence on a human comes from the collected writings of Sahag Zadian, a 16th century Armenian monk. Zadian's account is believed to be the first to recognize SCP-7670 as an anomalous entity, though earlier writings from the same area of what is now eastern and southeastern Turkey describe numerous freak instances of unattributed religious mania, much of which is now believed to have been the result of SCP-7670's influence. Zadian's account is largely a collection of descriptions of the paranoia, fear, and hallucinations of falling and burning experienced from those affected by SCP-7670. Lastly, while SCP-7670 itself is genetically a goat, its left eye is not. Genetic sequencing of material taken from the eye has been inconclusive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7670" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7670. Licensed under CC-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: eye.jpg Name: Eye of a Goat Author: Garden State Hiker License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7671 | neutralized | Item#: 7671 Level3 Secondary Class: cernnunos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Esoteric Class "Cernnunos" Definition: The item can be functionally contained, but the Foundation cannot achieve this for logistical and/or ethical reasons. Special Containment Procedures: All coastal areas of populated coastal cities are to be closed off from the public, citing biohazardous water pollution from large-scale chemical spills in nearby regions. Any observed instances of SCP-7671-1 are to be reported and brought to the closest Foundation-fronted food service installation or temporary post, managed by drafted personnel, to be administered an adequate dosage of Compound-9FE2BF. All drafted personnel are classified as members of Temporary Task Force Sigma-7 "Ocean Churners". Description: SCP-7671 is a global phenomenon, manifesting in adolescents aged 7 and below: Affected individuals are hereby classified as instances of SCP-7671-1. SCP-7671 manifests as an unceasing, compulsive urge to consume sea foam in large quantities, only abating when the instance is physically unable to continue consumption. Instances of SCP-7671-1 are shown to express significant anger, distress and potentially violent behavior when denied consumption of sea foam; it is currently undetermined if these are anomalously-induced symptoms of SCP-7671 or mundane reactions to being denied access to an object of desire. Additionally, instances of SCP-7671-1 will dismiss self-preservation instincts in pursuit of sea foam: Due to the physical deficiencies of SCP-7671-1 instances compared to fully grown adults, youth casualties of drowning as a result of close proximity to coastlines and oceans have seen a dramatic increase. Following consumption, instances of SCP-7671-1 will experience mundane symptoms of sea foam consumption: While sea foam is generally safe for human ingestion, contaminants from the ocean pose a significant risk of poisoning, viral infection from transmitted diseases, nausea, vomiting etc. when consumed in large quantities. The effects of SCP-7671 are triggered sporadically and randomly: There is no known criteria, beyond the stipulated age range, for the manifestation of SCP-7671 in an individual. Additionally, the effects of SCP-7671 are particularly unapparent in younger instances of SCP-7671-1, who lack the ability to meaningfully communicate the effects of SCP-7671 to others. As such, it is logistically impossible to identify every instance of SCP-7671-1 at any given moment and completely contain SCP-7671, hence its esoteric classification. Discovery: SCP-7671 was first discovered on 3/8/2023, following an uptick of reports made to medical care facilities and poison control centers. Individual cases of children consuming large quantities of sea foam from coastlines were found to be increasing at significant rates, prompting investigation into potential anomalous activity. Upon determining that this activity was present on a global scale, the phenomenon was officially classified as SCP-7671. As of now, no definite cause behind SCP-7671 has been discovered. Amnestic treatment has proven ineffective in diminishing the effects of SCP-7671, and possesses potential side-effects that may cause excessive harm to younger individuals. As such, Foundation biologists and chemists have synthesized Compound-9FE2BF to counteract the compulsive effects of SCP-7671, to be provided in large quantities to members of TTF-Sigma 7 "Ocean Churners" tasked with the containment of SCP-7671. Instances of SCP-7671-1 are less inclined to recognize Compound-9FE2BF as "genuine" sea foam: Thus, Foundation Personnel are authorized to use minimal force in order to enforce consumption of Compound-9FE2BF. Personnel stationed in Foundation Sites located near civilian settlements have been mobilized to assist with the containment of SCP-7671 through oral administration and distribution of Compound-9FE2BF. Personnel assigned to low-priority tasks have also been relocated to temporary Foundation Posts to support containment efforts. As of 23/08/2023, approximately 300,000 460,000 968,000 confirmed cases of SCP-7671 have been discovered. If you're reading this, welcome to TTF-Sigma 7: Ocean Churners. Chances are, you were assigned here because your superiors thought you had nothing better to do with your time. If you've been briefed, you know it's not the finest work. None of us are getting awards for this. But it's work that we all need to play a part in: It's no easy task fighting an anomaly acting on a global scale. Whether you believe it or not, every member of this task force is essential to the containment of 7671. Your role on an individual scale is miniscule and mundane, but in cohesion, you form a veil that shields the people you love from the dangers of the anomalous world. Think of bees in a hive defending their homes in groups, working in tandem: you are now part of the hive. Under conditional approval, you may grant access to personnel that you deem suitable or interested in participation. If they are willing to take on the responsibilities of containing 7671, contact your site administrator to indicate their interest in joining the cause. Right now, we need all hands on deck. Kenneth Lang, Administrative Staff Team Lead DAILY AUDIO LOG - 171 Date: 23/08/2023 Location: Foundation Post 7671-582 (Turner's Beach, Yamba, New South Wales, Australia) Stationed TTF S-7 Personnel: Junior Researcher Alex Harrington, Security Personnel Michael Serkov [BEGIN LOG] Ambient background noise indicative of mundane activity from nearby coastline and wildlife. Harrington is heard mumbling, too inaudibly to make out any clear speech. Serkov is heard humming along to music from a portable radio. Harrington: How long do we have to stay? It's hot as shit out here. Serkov: Until children stop running here to shove ocean froth into their mouths. Pass the water. A dull thud is heard, the sound of metal on hard plastic. An audible "tsk" is heard from Serkov. Serkov: Would it kill you to relax? This job is low stress, low risk. What's not to like? Harrington: There's nothing to like. "Administration and distribution of Compound-9FE2BF to abate the effects of SCP-7671." Makes it sound all impressive and whatnot. All we do is hand out buckets of cleaned sea foam to screaming children. "Manufactured by our finest chemists" my ass. Serkov: Compound-9FE2BF is wha- Harrington: I feel like the goddamn ice cream man, and the outfit doesn't help. Serkov: I guess someone really doesn't like kids. Harrington: What gave it away? The fact that I've been complaining for the past two weeks? Serkov is heard muttering "two weeks and three days." Harrington does not respond to this remark. Serkov: Oh, so you know you're sulking. You know and you're still doing it? Harrington: Oh, shut up. You're not the one who had to keep three of them from plunging headfirst into the coastline while scooping up seafoam from a giant vat. Have you ever had a child bite you on the nose? Serkov: How did a kid manage to climb up your body and reach your face? Harrington: Not the point. I have a Master's Degree! In Biochemistry! Why am I here on a beach in Spider Island doing volunteer service?! How do kids keep getting here, anyway? Do these parents not lock their doors when they leave the house? I swear I saw a literal baby crawling towards the coastline three days ago. How the hell does that happen? Serkov: Maybe that baby's an anomaly. Bag him and tag him, I'll get it on video for you. Harrington: As if you'd know anything about anomalies, you glorified second-rate mall cop- The sound of heavy, quick footsteps is heard in the background, gradually increasing in volume. Serkov: What is tha- ahh, shit. Harrington: Are those school uniforms? Serkov: Yep. It's, what, half past 3? There's a school nearby, it's past dismissal time. Get the buckets. Harrington: They're running in step. Jesus Christ. Serkov: If you mind doing your job? I can't hold them back them forever. Harrington: I'm getting to it! God, I should have started that company. Serkov is heard instructing arriving instances of SCP-7671-1 to wait for provisions of Compound 9FE2BF, corralling them away from the coastline. Protests in the form of screaming and crying can be heard from several SCP-7671-1 instances. Harrington: Tell them to shut up or no one gets their foam! Serkov: If you would mind speeding it up? These things are getting antsy. One of them is trying to break my ankles. Surprising jaw strength. Harrington: I thought you loved kids? Serkov: Normal kids. Like mine. These things are demons. Harrington: Well, it's going to take a while. There's a ton of them here. Serkov: Fine, just hurry u-AGHH, FUCK! MY EYES! Several instances of SCP-7671-1 are heard cheering and hollering. Quick footsteps are heard, fading with distance: Serkov exclaims multiple times as he is presumably trampled in the aftermath. Noticing this, Harrington's movements become more urgently paced. As Harrington continues preparing the required quantity of Compound-9FE2BF, an instance of SCP-7671-1 can be heard asphyxiating, presumably caused by an excess of sea foam buildup impeding respiratory organ function. Harrington: shit shit shit shit shit shit shi- Harrington's vocalizations gradually decrease in volume, as he is heard physically herding SCP-7671-1 instances away from the coastline towards the provided supply vat of Compound-9FE2BF. Harrington is successful in providing all instances with Compound-9FE2BF. Serkov is faintly heard groaning in the background, interspersed with multiple expletives. Heavy breathing is heard from Harrington: The present SCP-7671-1 instances are heard ravenously ingesting the provided compound. Otherwise, the next five minutes are absent of any dialogue. Harrington: You can still make the report, right? [END LOG] This file has been updated. View Changes? File Updated. Addendum: Recovered Object On 13/9/2023, a sheet of petrified coral measuring 8.3 by 11.7 by 0.004 inches was discovered off the coast of Shanghai, China by stationed Foundation personnel enforcing containment procedures of SCP-7671, matching the texture, material properties and approximate size of a standard sheet of A4 writing paper. The sheet is inscribed with a message in an unidentified language. However, this language is intuitively understood by any reader regardless of native or primary spoken language; the means by which this effect is created is unknown. The inscribed transcript is translated into English below: Data Log 47 Planet: Earth/Sol III/Terra/Drovin2 Location: Milky Way Galaxy, Orion-Cygnus Arm, Solar System Sapience: POSITIVE (As Hypothesis: Subject to Change) Objective: Collection of Extraterrestrial Knowledge from DS-47 (Dominant Species: Homo Sapiens) Tech Application: Low-Strength/Ambient Compulsion Signal (Non-recurring) + Telepathic Receptor (Target: "Sea Foam") - High Quantity, Low Density: Consumable in large quantities. - Negligible effect on sapient life upon consumption. - Non-Recursive Effect: Minimal impact on Attempted Consumption Pattern data. - Meets minimum matter density requirements for telepathic integration. - Contains high density of [UNTRANSLATABLE], an amplifier for integration strength. Results: - Communication: Verbal (Coherence and Fixed Grammatical Structure unestablished.) / Non-Verbal (Simplistic, Early stages of development.) - Cultural/Media: Incomprehensible or remarkably simplistic in premise. Excess of sensory stimuli; Sixth and Seventh Senses not included. Significant Presences: Cocomelon, Kids Diana Show, Ryan's World. Method of production undetermined, quality exceeds capabilities: Production could be managed by higher beings. Check for previous contact from other extraterrestrial beings. - Attempted Consumption Pattern: (High) Fats, Disaccharides. (Moderate) Organic Fibers, Proteins, Carbohydrates. (Moderate) Inedible. (Samples include batteries, hard plastics, possessed body parts. Logic Undetermined. Hypothetical: Assistance with consumption of organics? Cultural Phenomenon? Requires further study.) - Collective: Highly Dubious (Pattern of Activity / Thought of individual expresses significant similarity with other instances. However, Character does not allow for presence of collective group mind.) - Character: -63 (Expression of Excessively Self-Motivated Thought, Compulsion, Proclivity towards Violent Behavior) Notes: - Unusually high susceptibility to compulsion, imposed and natural. May be indicative of under-developed sapience or lack thereof. - Rapid relative physical and mental growth before stagnation. Further potential possible, but unlikely. - Lifespan undetermined due to lack of knowledge present in samples. Oldest DS-47 sample: 3285 Light-Dark Cycles. - Evidence of prior contact found. See: Entertainment Media "Minecraft - Ocean Monuments". High resemblance to structures created by [UNTRANSLATABLE]. Media potentially utilized as means of preserving folklore of old, spawned from early presence of extraterrestrials. - Water bodies contain high quantity of pollutants. May result in adverse effects upon "Sea Foam" consumption by DS-47. If Sapience is determined POSITIVE, eligible for medical assistance/compensation. - DS-47 appears ill-adapted to contact with vast water bodies. Casualty Quantity: Irrelevant. (No compensation required; incident classified under "Hazard of Biological Deficiency: Evolutionary Fault.") Adjustments: - Sapience: TENTATIVELY NEGATIVE Conclusion: INELIGIBLE FOR CONTACT. DO NOT RETURN IN FORESEEABLE FUTURE. CHECK AGAIN WHEN PERIOD OF UNFORESEEABLE FUTURE HAS BEEN REACHED. [UNTRANSLATABLE: If eligible, contact your nearest planetary body for assistance. Please ensure that both parties are capable of complex two-way communication: The SCS is not responsible for any inter-planet conflicts that may arise from miscommunication.] Solaris Census Staff (Milky Way Galaxy Branch): Shaping The Universe, One Planet At A Time Following the full translation and transcription of this message by Foundation linguists, reported symptoms of SCP-7671 have de-escalated gradually, and individual cases of SCP-7671 have since reduced drastically in quantity. Attempts to contact potential Group Of Interest "Solaris Census Staff" are underway; As of now, SCP-7671 is tentatively deemed Neutralized and is awaiting reclassification. Footnotes 1. Within a standard 24-hour day, depending on the time zone personnel are stationed in, short audio logs are captured at least once by Foundation-mandated communication equipment to monitor progress in successful containment of SCP-7671. 2. Origin of this term is currently unidentified. 3. The significance of this specific value is currently undetermined. |
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} } @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; } } close Info X SCP-7672: In the Court of the Goblin King Look out for the little guys. Aftokrator and Ralliston's entry in GoblinCon. Aftokrator's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage Written by Aftokrator and Ralliston Item#: SCP-7672 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are forbidden from owning carpets until further notice. Department of Ontokinetics personnel captured attempting to recreate the SCP-7672 phenomenon in isolation (carpet not pictured). Description: SCP-7672 denotes a phenomenon wherein the stability of local reality in buildings that possess a carpet within them is slightly lower than of those that don't. As none of the currently existing parascientific theories have so far been found to explain why this discrepancy manifests, further research is currently ongoing. To gather more data about SCP-7672, an experiment was devised, meant to amplify the metaphysical "rugness" of a non-anomalous rug, hoping that the operation would in turn also amplify SCP-7672's effects, which would make the observation of the anomaly significantly easier. Attached below is a recording of the experiment itself, as carried out by Dr. Robert Madden and Dr. Rylye Kei'hla within the house of Dr. Anna Szulc.. Leader of Site-120's Inter-species Communications Team and primary middleman in handling Site-120's relations with other groups and anomalous races; she has personally offered her own rug for the experiment as, in her own words, "it was already too old to be good for anything else." + ACCESS SCP:/7672/Experiment/Controlled Observation - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Kei'hla and Madden are standing in Szulc's apartment. Scattered around her living room are various apparatus, all focused around Szulc's carpet. The only other objects that haven't been removed from the room are lamps, which now illuminate it brightly.] [Kei'hla squats next to the rug, noting down its baseline parameters; above him, Madden stands, turning on the remaining sensors.] [Madden clears his throat.] Madden: Alright, we're done with calibrations. Shall we begin? [Kei'hla stands up, and clasps his hands together. He looks into the camera recording the experiment, through which Szulc is remotely observing.] Kei'hla: Very good. Now, there's a pretty decent chance you won't be getting your rug back after this. Szulc: Not a problem. It's still a better fate than it wasting away on some Esterbergian dump. Dr. Szulc's rug. [Kei'hla nods politely, and clicks several buttons located on the apparatus, typing in commands on the keyboards next to them. He lifts his hand.] Kei'hla: Beginning experiment… [His hand falls.] Kei'hla: …now. [From the various machines, a soft hum is emitted; the graphs displayed on the apparatus start to rapidly change, unfolding a series of data as they analyze their new environment.] Kei'hla: Amplification successful. That rug is now around ten times as sensitive to ontokinetic changes than the baseline. SCP-7672 still seems to remain negligible, however. [Madden furrows his eyebrows.] Madden: Hrm. Let me see th— [While walking towards the equipment, Madden trips on the corner of the rug. He swears under his nose and catches himself before he can fall, but inadvertently knocks over a lamp sitting on a nearby table in the process. It falls onto, and through the rug.] Madden: Shit, Anna I'm so… I'm sorry? [Szulc comes closer to the camera.] Szulc: Is that supposed to happen? [Kei'hla crosses his arms, and slowly comes closer to the rug.] Kei'hla: Not really? I… I haven't even increased the amplification enough to de-value the local field. What on…? Madden: Let me see if I can grab it. [Madden cautiously steps onto the rug, feeling for any pockets of non-local reality that the lamp may have fallen into. After a few more steps, he slowly reaches down with his left hand towards the part the lamp has disappeared in; the second he touches it, however, he falls through the rug as well.] Kei'hla: Robert! Are you there? Madden: <muffled:> Yeah, I'm here. Szulc: Where is 'here'? Madden: <muffled:> Fuck if I know. It's dark, save for the lamp. I— Wait. I hear something. [Szulc stares at Kei'hla with confusion and concern.] Kei'hla: Happens sometimes. Distort reality enough, and you'll start getting a few holes in it. The pocket dimension should be temporary and harmle— Madden: YOU BASTARD— [Madden yelps and curses repeatedly.] Szulc: Robert, what the hell is going on in there? [The sounds of a mild scuffle are heard coming from the general direction of the rug. They abruptly cease after a few seconds.] [Szulc's lamp is ejected from the rug and is barely caught by Kei'hla. A hand erupts from the rug shortly after, followed by the rest of Madden pulling himself out. His hair is disheveled, his coat is stained with dirt and dust, and there are tears on his trousers. He is out of breath, and stares directly into Szulc's camera, mild annoyance in his eyes.] Madden: Motherfucking goblins. [END LOG] Following his re-emergence from the pocket reality, Dr. Madden reported that he had found himself inside a large space occupied by small, green-skinned humanoids. Inside, he could notice several other rugs, through which similar entities regularly emerged and left. Due to his short time inside, however, he was unable to report more. Further research was immediately initiated. Subsequent experiments on other rugs have consistently resulted in similar gateways opening to the same unexplored space with identical residents, now classified as SCP-7672-A and SCP-7672-B respectively. Dr. Anna Szulc, circa 2014. While with the finalization of initial research, SCP-7672's origins have now become understood, one issue still remained unanswered: the existence of SCP-7672-A and its population. To facilitate this still-standing need, a special diplomacy team consisting of Diplomatic Task Force Zeta-8 ("Hansel and Gretel") led by Dr. Anna Szulc was quickly formed. It was decided that the team had no need to bear arms — all previous observations of SCP-7672-B have reported that, while a nuisance, the entities pose no real threat to human life and indeed possess no concept of true violence. Due to this, as well as to improve the team's diplomatic value, the only apparatus they were armed with was a remote recording camera, headsets connected to mission control stationed at Site-120, and flashlights. Below attached is a transcript of their mission. + ACCESS SCP:/7672/Exploration/SCP-7672-A - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [All three Foundation staff are standing inside SCP-7672-A; around them, its black sky and ground stretch beyond the horizon. Scattered throughout the space are several rugs of various make and age. Through them, numerous SCP-7672-B instances enter and leave. Though the entities vary widely in clothes and minor characteristics, they are all around 0.7 meters tall, green-skinned, and possess pointy ears.] [Somewhere in the distance, a few crude structures constructed from what appear to be mismatched LEGO bricks, screws, nuts, and puzzle pieces stand. One of the buildings is visibly larger — around it, high stacks of small coins and socks lay. Noticing the structure, Zeta-8-1 raises an eyebrow.] [As the three personnel take their first step forward, five SCP-7672-B instances suddenly become aware of their existence. They all bear long tools made from several toothpicks glued together and appear to be both excited and slightly annoyed. Around their necks, necklaces made with socks hang. They start flap around gently as the creatures quickly make their way towards the diplomatic team.] [Szulc shows Zeta-8-1 and Zeta-8-2 to stop in their tracks. They comply.] [One of the beings points their toothpick at Szulc.] SCP-7672-B-1: Intruders! Intruders! [The remaining creatures cheer and also raise their "weapons."] SCP-7672-B-2: To the king! [The beings nod energetically.] SCP-7672-B-3: To the king! [Without looking back, the five instances start to quickly move towards the city in the distance. Szulc just shrugs, and shows her team to follow them. With just a few steps, they catch up to the beings.] Szulc: We seek no quarrel with your kin— SCP-7672-B-4: Silence, Outsider! Or I will not hold myself! [SCP-7672-B-4 shakes its "spear."] SCP-7672-B-4: The goblin legions will not listen to the wishes of those from Beyond the Rug! [Another being shakes its necklace.] SCP-7672-B-5: You either live by the sock or die by the sock, human! [The other creatures cheer and agree.] [The march continues in silence as the eight make their way towards the city. As they come closer, the fact that the buildings are constructed from very inappropriate materials becomes more and more apparent.] [All throughout the barely-standing structures, SCP-7672-B beings run energetically; within their hands, screws, bolts, needles, puzzle pieces, and other small objects can be observed. The moment they notice the approaching group, however, they stop to point at the newcomers, vocalizing various excited exclamations.] [Eventually, the group comes before the largest building. Next to its doors, two larger creatures stand. They are covered in crude imitations of armor, made from loose socks and leather scraps. Their faces are deadly serious. As they exchange a few inaudible words with the five other instances next to the personnel, they move away and let the group enter.] [Inside, a large chair constructed from loose bits of wood and other resources characteristic of the SCP-7672-A environment can be seen. Atop it sits the largest SCP-7672-B creature so far seen, surrounded by several guards similar to those that were stationed outside the building. The being bears a crown reminiscent of those given out by the Burger King franchise, only additionally "decorated" with several small coins. It displays a smug of superiority as it looks down on all entering.] SCP-7672-B-Prime: Well, well, well. Who are these creatures you bring before me? [All five SCP-7672-B instances bow before SCP-7672-B-Prime. Moments later, Szulc does the same, and shows her companions to join her in the gesture. They comply. After a few seconds, all stand up and face the king.] SCP-7672-B-2: Intruders, Your Hoardship! SCP-7672-B-Prime: Intruders? INTRUDERS? IN OUR KINGDOM? PAH! WHO DARES? [Szulc comes forward, putting on a polite smile.] Szulc: We did not mean to intrude, your — ahem — Your Hoardship. We merely seek to— [SCP-7672-B-Prime slams the arm of its throne with its first. A few LEGO bricks fall of the furniture.] SCP-7672-B-Prime: SILENCE! You are as rude as you are freakishly tall. And no more excuses. You three have INTRUDED, without MY permission. You are INTRUDERS, and for that you will PAY. [Zeta-8-1 and Zeta-8-2 barely contain a snicker. Szulc eyes them carefully, then turns her gaze once more upon the king, her expression serious and composed.] Szulc: How could we atone for our heinous and terrible crimes, Your Hoardship? [SCP-7672-B-Prime's lips curl into a sneer. It looks at one of the other instances knowingly, gesturing for them to answer on their behalf.] SCP-7672-B-4: Everyone knows the penalty for trespassing is execution! [Multiple SCP-7672-B instances present in the room begin chanting and cheering, including SCP-7672-B-Prime. Multiple guards begin advancing on the Foundation staff with toothpick "spears" raised. Szulc puts a hand next to her forehead theatrically.] Szulc: No! Please! Anything but that! [Szulc glances at Zeta-8-1 and Zeta-8-2, mouthing "play along." Immediately, the two personnel fall to the ground, as if gasping for air. Zeta-8-1 lets a fake tear fall down his cheek.] Zeta-8-1: I don't want to be executed! Zeta-8-2: Mercy! Mercy on our souls! [Szulc falls to her knees, conveniently slightly pulling the legs of her pants up.] Szulc: At least let us take our socks off first before you execute us! [Silence falls upon the court the moment Szulc mentions socks. SCP-7672-B-Prime sits up from its "throne," eyes widened.] SCP-6474-B-Prime: Wait. You have… socks? [Szulc grins slightly.] Szulc: Yes. We have socks. Two for each of us. Where we come from, it is customary for us to remove any and all socks before executions. After all, the boatman's price is nothing if not high. [The guards look to SCP-6474-B-Prime for further instruction. It simply nods solemnly, and the toothpicks are lowered. The three Foundation personnel begin removing their shoes and socks. All SCP-7672-B instances are noticeably focused on the socks in particular, some staring slack-jawed.] Szulc: If I may speak, Your Hoardship, it is really a shame that me and my colleagues are to be executed here, never to wear another sock ever again. Zeta-8-2: I am ready to face death. Goodbye, my beloved sock drawer, built from lovely screws and bolts. [SCP-7672-B-Prime furrows its brows.] SCP-7672-B-Prime: What is the meaning of this? You… you have more socks? Szulc: Why, of course. Where we come from, almost everyone owns a sock. There is even a sock market from which we acquire more socks. Zeta-8-1: Valuable socks, even. [There is hushed whispering amongst the court. SCP-7672-B-Prime begins drooling, before noticing and wiping its mouth. It raises a trembling finger at Szulc.] SCP-7672-B-Prime: What strange place do you come from? Tell me! TELL ME NOW. Szulc: I— We come from a place called Fundacia, and we will sorely miss the socks it bestowed unto us. SCP-7672-B-Prime: ENOUGH. You will not be executed. Not yet. But you WILL go back to wherever this— this Fundacia is, and return with— with as MANY SOCKS AS YOU CAN CARRY. YES. THIS IS A RANSOM. SZULC: Oh, you are most merciful, Your Hoardship! It will be done! SCP-7672-B-Prime: And if you even think about running away, we will declare WAR on Fundacia AND execute you all! And then take all your socks! You hear me?! [Szulc grabs puts her hand on her heart.] Szulc: Crystal clear, Your Hoardship! SCP-7672-B-Prime: Now GO. [The three Foundation staff are released, and turn towards the exit of the "castle".] SCP-7672-B-Prime: <muttering under breath:> What the sock is a 'crystal'? [END LOG] Following the mission's re-emergence into baseline reality utilizing Dr. Szulc's rug, it was decided that further discussion in regards to SCP-7672-A and SCP-7672-B was necessary. While it was once again proven that the beings are of no real threat to anything or anyone, the widespread nature of their actions and the fact they can appear globally were deemed enough of a nuisance to merit being dealt with. To facilitate such a discussion, Dr. Szulc and her team called a summit of Site-120's Director Council. Due to its sudden nature and relatively low priority, however, only two of its five members — Dr. Jessie Rivera and Dr. Magdaleine Cornwell — were able to attend. Attached below is a transcript of their meeting. + ACCESS SCP:/7672/Diplomacy/Site Directorship Summit - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Cornwell and Rivera are seated at a table in the Site-120 cafeteria. They are both slightly rubbing their eyes, and cups of coffee are standing next to them. Moments later, Szulc and Zeta-8-1 and Zeta-8-2 arrive with a serving of muffins and tea for all parties present.] Szulc: Before we begin, I'd like to thank you two for being able to make it on such short notice. Especially during those hours. [Rivera and Cornwell nod in acknowledgement.] Szulc: Now, the exploration log speaks for itself — these creatures aren't exactly threats on their own merits. Irritating, definitely, but nothing too serious. Cornwell: They're also, what? About yay high? [Cornwell spreads her hands out to roughly demonstrate the height of an average SCP-7672-B instance.] Szulc: A little bigger than that, but more or less accurate. Cornwell: So you could just punt them away. [Rivera barely contains a snicker. Szulc slightly rolls her eyes.] Szulc: Yes, but that's besides the point. The primary concern here is their widespread nature. These goblins can effectively enter any location in baseline reality, so long as it has a rug, carpet, mat, et cetera lying around somewhere. We're looking at a major risk to the integrity of the Veil and security in general. [Rivera props her head up with her hands, yawning loudly.] Rivera: I'm sure we could make a case to O4 for the banning of rugs from all Foundation facilities, but I'm hesitant to escalate it further to the other side of the Veil. What would an 'invasion' by these entities even entail? Szulc: No idea. My guess is that they would show up wherever in swarms, and do whatever it is goblins do. Theft, most likely. On a ridiculously minuscule scale, but still a Veil-breaking one nonetheless. Cornwell: As humorous as it is to have our response to goblin incursions in baseline reality simply be "kick them on sight," we have to be proactive about this. Would it be possible t— ARGH— [Cornwell jumps up from her seat. As she withdraws from the table, an instance of SCP-7672-B is seen hanging from her left shoe by its teeth.] Cornwell: LET GO, YOU LITTLE SHIT! [In response, SCP-7672-B-12 just continously growls.] [Cornwell attempts to shake the SCP-7672-B instance off her foot to no avail. Rivera and Szulc move to help her, but are distracted by the sudden emergence of more SCP-7672-B instances in the cafeteria.] SCP-7672-B-8: Invasion! Invasion! War! War! [Multiple SCP-7672-B instances cheer and chant enthusiastically as they begin "attacking" the cafeteria and Foundation personnel present. Several instances run across the tables, treading through the lunches of multiple unlucky personnel in the process, while another tosses plastic cutlery from a bin into the air. Several personnel yelp as their ankles are pricked with dull toothpicks and plastic forks.] SCP-7672-B-9: You should have paid the ransom! Fools! [SCP-7672-B-9 flips over the platter of muffins and unsuccessfully attempts to lob one at Szulc, losing its balance and falling over while holding the muffin above its head.] Szulc: It hasn't even been 2 hours since we left! [Rivera looks around the cafeteria, confusion in her eyes.] Rivera: How did they even get here? Does carpet flooring count towards the effect? [Szulc and Rivera pause as they watch an SCP-7672-B instance fly overheard, kicked by the annoyed Madden halfway across the room and screeching all the way. It lands squarely in a metal trash can with a loud clang.] Cornwell: So it would seem. [Cornwell furrows her brows once more, realizing that SCP-7672-B-12 continued its attempted assualt on her clothes. She sighs, and starts shaking her leg energetically.] [Suddenly, SCP-7672-B-12 freezes in place. It stops chewing on Cornwell's shoe, very slowly lowering its head as it carefully eyes Dr. Kei'hla,. Site-120 researcher and member of the Homo sapiens sidhe (common Fae) species. who now has entered the cafeteria.] [As the other creatures notice SCP-7672-B-12's reaction, they too stop and start to shake.] [SCP-7672-B-13 points at Kei'hla.] SCP-7672-B-13: Q-Q-Q-Queen! [All instances start to collectively shout.] SCP-7672-B-14: Queen! SCP-7672-B-15: Queen?! SCP-7672-B-12: Queen! [Witnessing the state of the cafeteria and the presence of multiple unidentified paranormal entities pointing at them, Dr. Kei'hla slowly backs away.] SCP-7672-B-16: Q— [Cornwell grabs SCP-7672-B-12 by its head, turning the entity to face her.] Cornwell: "Queen?" What do you mean by— [SCP-7672-B-12 bites Cornwell's hand, and joins the other in pointing at the Fae.] SCP-7672-B-12: Queen! Queen's Servant! Here to imprison us! Here to steal our socks! Here to— [Cornwell and Rivera exchange worried looks, realizing the being is refering to Queen Mab. Rivera crouches, putting on a gentle smile and looking at SCP-7672-B-12.] Rivera: Whoah, whoah, buddy. Easy does it. Nobody's going to imprison you. Szulc: That's no Queen. That's our friend. [SCP-7672-B-12 turns to look at the two women, worry in its eyes.] SCP-7672-B-12: You swear by your bolts? No Tall Pointy-ears come for us? Szulc: We do. How do you even know the Queen? [SCP-7672-B-13 clenches its fist.] SCP-7672-B-13: King tells us many things, many stories. He tells us goblinkind used to be the same as Tall Ears, many moons ago. We too were tall, he tells us. But the Queen's greed for socks was too much, even for His Hoardship. SCP-7672-B-14: So we no longer tall, many moons later. Still got the pointy ears, though! [SCP-7672-B-14 touches its ears, giggling wildly.] SCP-7672-B-15: And name-tricks! Easier to use all carpets when they're all just called carpet! [SCP-7672-B-15 snickers. Szulc, Rivera, and Cornwell eye each other. Szulc clasps her hands.] Szulc: Right, so where were we? [Cornwell points at SCP-7672-B-12.] Cornwell: Him not chewing my shoe. SCP-7672-B-9: No! Invasion! War! [The other SCP-7672-B instances begin chanting in unison.] Szulc: No, no, stop that. No war. You will have your ransom of socks. [SCP-7672-B-13 raises its "spear" and points it at Szulc.] SCP-7672-B-13: His Hoardship has revoked the ransom! We have orders to execute everyone here and take their socks instead! [Cornwell sighs. Rivera and Szulc exchange looks, and not moments later.] Rivera: What if we made the ransom bigger? [SCP-7672-B-13 comes closer and raises its monobrow.] SCP-7672-B-13: Bigger? Rivera: Yes, and more regular! Fresh socks for everyone! [Szulc looks at Rivera, her grin very wide.] Szulc: And not just socks! Screws, bolts, and bricks too! [The SCP-7672-B instances all eye each other and form a circle. They begin to whisper between each other, looking suspiciously at the present Foundation personnel every few seconds. After two minutes, they stop talking, and turn back to face the gathered.] [SCP-7672-B-9 puts its hands on its hips and over-exaggerates a frown.] SCP-7672-B-9: And where would you even get this much treasure? Huh?! Szulc: All humans are born with socks already on their feet, you see. That's why we also value them beyond anything else. SCP-7672-B-10: And what about screws, huh?! What about them? Cornwell: And how do you think we keep our huge bodies from falling apart? [This time, Rivera is unable to resist, and lets out a loud laugh. She immediately realizes what she's done and puts a hand over her mouth. SCP-7672-B instances, however, do not seem to share her perception. Instead, they come together once more, and start to quickly talk between each other.] [After a few moments, the creatures turn to face the Foundation staff again.] SCP-7672-B-12: Puny humans! We have deemed your offer most interesting! SCP-7672-B-14: But before His Hoardship can accept, He will need your name-signed word! [The other entities nod energetically.] Szulc: Of course. We wouldn't hope to offer anything but. [The SCP-7672-B instances bring their fists into the air, letting out loud cheers.] SCP-7672-B-13: You have time to bring your peace before His Hoardship until the day breaks! SCP-7672-B-16: And if you don't, then it's war! SCP-7672-B-9: War! SCP-7672-B-10: Invasion! SCP-7672-B-13: War! [The creatures continue to vocalize different versions of the same statement as they start to run towards the cafeteria's carpeted flooring. When all of them eventually disappear beyond it, Cornwell slowly turns to face the remaining personnel.] Cornwell: We could have also just literally kicked them out, you know. [Noticing Szulc and Rivera eye her dangerously, Cornwell just shrugs.] Cornwell: What? All I'm saying is it would've been cheaper. [END LOG] In light of the increasing SCP-7672-B activity — as well as the fact that Site-120 personnel came to an agreement as to what needs to be done in order to humanely deal with the entities — over the next three hours, the individuals involved with the summit proceeded to compose a "truce" agreement between Foundation staff and the population of SCP-7672-A. Its primary aim was to leave both parties satisfied, whilst also solving the potential containment crisis the continued existence of the entities threatened. Attached below is its verbatim reproduction. We, the servants of the Kingdom of Fundacia, solemnly beg His Hoardship of Goblinkind and Beyond for peace with our Kingdom. As per His Hoardship's most generous offer against an all-out war with His kind, we propose the following: The Kingdom of Fundacia will commit itself to bringing regular, monthly ransoms consisting of ten fresh socks directly to His Hoardship. Additionally, in agreed-upon hours, the Kingdom will lend the King access to its one hundred and twentieth Palace, whereupon a generous tribute consisting of free access to its cafeteria treasure bins, most-valued leftover scraps, and loose bolts, invaluables and associated materials will be left scattered throughout the area. In exchange, the Kingdom humbly begs His Hoardship to never bring his might against the Outside World in any capacity, hoping that the lands the Kingdom lends to Him will prove satisfactory. In addition, the Kingdom implores His Hoardship to never show the true might and beauty of His peoples to anyone within the Outside World who is not part of the Kingdom of Fundacia. The Kingdom does not wish for the excellence and power of His subjects to terrify the simple Outside Humans to their core. So propose we, the hereby signed Council of Fundacia. Dr. Szulc and DTF Zeta-8 then delivered the document to SCP-7672-B-PRIME. After some internal debate, the representative of the SCP-7672-B entities accepted the agreement without any comments, urging the Foundation to "respect its side of the peace just as much as His Hoardship, lest it wishes for total and unparalleled war." Oversight over the project was handled from the Department of Ontokinetics to the Biology Department for the purpose of further study of the history of SCP-7672-A and SCP-7672-B, and the connection of the latter as an evolutionary subspecies of the Fae species. Further reclassifications are pending. In the ten months since the signing of the agreement, no further incidents involving SCP-7672-A or its inhabitants were noted. However, with its now-reduced workload, Site-120's Maintenance Team team has reported a 48% increase in workplace satisfaction. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7672" by Aftokrator and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7672. 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SCP-7673 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7673 Level4 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Item #: SCP-7673 Special Containment Procedure: SCP-7673 is currently uncontained. The Foundation is to monitor all media for any sightings of SCP-7673. Witnesses will be questioned and amnesticized as appropriate. Update: SCP-073 must not be informed of SCP-7673. Description: SCP-7673 is a heavily tanned female of Arabic or Middle Eastern descent who appears to be in her early thirties, with black hair and bronze-colored eyes. While her external appearance may seem to be that of a typical human, in actuality her entire body is composed of beryllium bronze alloy. While SCP-7673’s skin appears and feels like ordinary skin tissue, it is actually beryllium bronze, capable of imitating skin tissue and even generating new bronze to rapidly repair any epidermal damage. As such, SCP-7673 has shown both high resistance to damage and signs of enhanced strength. SCP-7673 is confirmed to have a post-human life span; estimates suggest over six thousand years old. Samples from SCP-7673 show cells with no noticeable decay. Discovery Log: SCP-7673 first came to the Foundation's attention on April 16th, 2024. Local news from Colma, California, reported on a miracle rescue. A child ran into a street in the path of an oncoming car. A passing woman jumped onto the boy, covering him with her body. The vehicle collided with them but crumbled upon impact around them. Though the woman's clothes were torn, she and the child were uninjured. After verifying the child was unhurt, she ran off. Witnesses reported it to local news; many claimed it was divine intervention. Foundation agents were sent to investigate. Foundation agents suppressed the story and discovered a witness identifying SCP-7673 as Lulu Eden. Further Foundation investigation uncovered that SCP-7673 was using a falsified identity. Foundation AI discovered an additional 60 identities going back more than 100 years. Addendum 7673.1: Agent Arnold’s Body Camera Transcript Transcript from Agent Arnold’s Body Cam Date: 04/16/2024 Lead Agent: Agent Arnold, leader of MTF EPSILON-6 (Village Idiots) Assigned Agents: Agent Luna, Agent Patrick, Agent Glau, and Agent Loken Subject: SCP-7673 Location: Molly's Bar and Grill Notes: SCP-7673 was located via AI searching live feeds of security cameras at a restaurant in Colma. Agents were immediately dispatched to observe, isolate, and contain SCP-7673. Agents in plain clothes entered the bar and turned on hidden body cams. [BEGIN LOG] (Agents enter the bar and spread out to cover any exits. Agent Arnold, as lead, moves to stay close to SCP-7673. Agent Arnold moves up to the bar as SCP-7673 speaks to the bartender.) Bartender: Lulu? That's an uncommon name. Is it short for something? Lucille or— SCP-7673: No, just Lulu. My dad picked it. It wouldn't be the one I picked, but when Dad made up his mind… It's supposed to mean beauty in abundance or like a pearl. Bartender: Well, that's nice. SCP-7673: I'm his pearl, but it loses some splendor when you realize it's derived from Lilith. Bartender: Like the biblical— SCP-7673: My dad's ex-wife. Bartender: Wait. What? He named you after his ex? SCP-7673: Yeah, there's a whole thing there. Bartender: Yikes. SCP-7673: Dad was a mess, and I don’t know why Mom put up with him. They fought after I left, and he got locked up somewhere. Or he died; stuff got murky after that. Mom, well, she isn't with us anymore so I’m not getting the details from her. Bartender: I’m sorry. SCP-7673: Yeah. Honestly, I'm surprised my siblings and I didn't end up more screwed up. Bartender: I don't usually do this, but do you want something harder to drink? SCP-7673: Ha! No, don't worry, this is fine. Bartender: I'm sorry I brought up your name. I didn't mean to make fun. I saw your card, and I couldn't believe that was a real name. SCP-7673: Seriously, don't worry about it. Bartender: Still, let me get you some more pretzels. SCP-7673: Thanks! And get my new friend a Coke. (SCP-7673 motions to Agent Arnold. The bartender brings over the drink and a bowl of pretzels. SCP-7673 sips on her drink. The bartender is called over to another customer, and SCP-7673 turns to Agent Arnold.) SCP-7673: Now that we are alone, I hope you like Coke. If not, we can get you Pepsi. Agent Arnold: Sorry, I'm not interested. SCP-7673: Oh! No, I'm not into tough guys. Maybe if you had a nice mustache, I'm a sucker for a good 'stache. I had such a crush on Tom Selleck. No, I figured you didn't want a beer on the clock. Agent Arnold: What? What are you talking about? SCP-7673: Call it paranoia, but you seem like the type. Come in, take a quick glance at where I am, and sit next to me. All the while your friends seem to go off without a word almost like they are cutting off exits. Agent Arnold: How? SCP-7673: That's why I sit by the bar; the mirror lets me see behind me. I've been on alert since the car accident happened. I figured I'd have to ditch town, but I must admit, you moved quickly. I thought I'd have time to max out this credit card before I had to ditch it. So, you some X-Files government guy? Something weird pops up and you have to investigate it? Lock it up so it stays secret? Agent Arnold: Something like that. I take it you’ve had something like this happen before. (SCP-7673 takes a pretzel from the bowl and eats it.) SCP-7673: Yeah, an FBI guy about two years ago. I felt sorry for the guy, very nervous, for some reason was afraid I could blow up his head with my mind or something. You seem a lot more confident. So, what can I expect to happen next? Agent Arnold: You will come with us. I would prefer you don't draw any attention; we don't want to drag any of the civilians into this. SCP-7673: I can certainly appreciate that. I'm going to finish my drink, though. I get the feeling I won't be getting another for a while. Agent Arnold: After that, will you come with us without causing a scene? SCP-7673: Given my good looks, I don't think that is an option. But I promise you I won't scream out, 'Help, they're taking me away.' Agent Arnold: Fine, then enjoy your drink. SCP-7673: Well, cheers, Mister— Agent Arnold: Agent Arnold. SCP-7673: La di da. Well, I'm Lulu. Agent Arnold: Now it is. We've discovered your identities: Louise Adams, Layla Eve, Tallulah Rosetta, Lucy Kane. You've been around a long time, and your name is the only thing that changes about you. (Agent Arnold takes a sip of his drink.) SCP-7673: Yeah, Lulu is the shortened version of my name Luluwa. I always pick my names so I can spin them into Lulu. If all I have left of my life is my name, then I’m going to keep it. Agent Arnold: If you say so. SCP-7673: Not much of a conversationalist, huh? Agent Arnold: Fine, I have a question. How old are you really? SCP-7673: Wow, really? No one told you never to ask a lady her age? Fine, if you must know… something over 6000. I honestly stopped keeping track around a hundred. Agent Arnold: So, what’s the deal? You’re invulnerable, not even time can touch you. SCP-7673: Invulnerable? Who said I was that? Agent Arnold: You walked away after a car slammed right into you. (SCP-7673 holds up a finger and with her other hand digs into it with her nails. After 10 seconds SCP-7673 pulls off a stretch of skin from her finger, revealing metal underneath.) SCP-7673: I can be hurt, damaged, and God knows I still feel the pain. I didn’t walk away from the crash; I ran to avoid showing my metallic layer. (SCP-7673 flicks the skin strip to the side. Over the next 15 seconds the metallic finger grows and expands, changing colors to appear more like normal skin of an undamaged finger.) SCP-7673: There. Good as new. I don’t know how any of this works, but my body doesn’t want to change. I don’t age, I don’t get wrinkles or gain weight. Any damage gets filled up and looks more fleshy. My eyes used to be a beautiful soft blue but turned all bronze. Otherwise my body still acts about the same. My hair and nails still grow, so I still have to take care of that. I used to sell my hair to people, but the Mekhanites got too greedy and tried to go for more than my hair — that bridge is burnt. (SCP-7673 takes a sip from her glass. Agent Arnold collects the discarded sample of skin and places it in his pocket.) Agent Arnold: And you’ve just been wandering around all this time? SCP-7673: I’ve had hobbies and jobs. I was a military nurse in World War II in Europe. Had to fake my death after an explosion. Still got to punch a few Nazis on the way out. Agent Arnold: Thank you for that. I’m happy I let you have the drink, but it’s time to go. SCP-7673: You don’t want to keep talking? Agent Arnold: Don’t worry, where you’re going you’ll have plenty of people to talk to. SCP-7673: Yeah, and I guess I won’t be out and about anymore. Agent Arnold: No ma’am. SCP-7673: Didn’t think so. Agent Arnold: You had plans? SCP-7673: No, just looking for someone. I guess I won’t find him. (SCP-7673 finishes her drink and puts down some money before following Agent Arnold out. Agent Arnold signals other agents outside. SCP-7673 is led to a parked Foundation vehicle. Once she is inside the vehicle, awaiting agents restrain SCP-7673 in the rear prisoner-restraint seat. Remaining agents exit the bar and prepare to leave.) SCP-7673: Do we really have to do the restraints? Agent Arnold: Yes. We appreciate you complying, but we can’t take any chances you’d change your mind. Our weapons won’t make much of a dent on your metal hide, now will they? You’ll be given a gas that will put you to sleep until we get to our site. SCP-7673: Fine, let’s get it over with. (Agent Loken sets up a gas canister next to SCP-7673; Agent Glau secures the gas mask over SCP-7673’s mouth.) Agent Loken: Take a deep breath, and count backwards. (Agent Loken turns the knob; SCP-7673 can be heard counting backwards. After 10 seconds, SCP-7673’s eyes close, and her head slumps over.) (20 minutes of footage omitted. Footage distorts as the SCP vehicle drives over uneven road, causing the camera to shake.) Agent Arnold: Patrick! Are you trying to aim for the pot holes? We don’t want to risk waking the anomaly. Agent Patrick: Sorry! This is practically a dirt road. We just got to the outskirts of town. I’d be shocked if this small of a town has the money to fix the roads. Agent Loken: Don’t worry. The gas we gave her is strong enough to knock out an elephant. She won’t wake up for at least two more hours. SCP-7673: Yeah, they’d have to raise taxes to fix up the roads, and times are tough. Agent Loken: What? How are you awake? SCP-7673: I don’t actually need to breathe. I was playing possum until we were away from anyone who could get hurt. (SCP-7673 rips herself out of the restraints. Agents Luna, Loken, and Glau try to restrain SCP-7673 by grabbing her arms and waist. SCP-7673 pushes them away effortlessly.) SCP-7673: Also stronger than I look. Agent Arnold: Use the tasers! SCP-7673: Hold on to something! (SCP-7673 slams her foot through the floor of the vehicle. Agent Patrick loses control of the vehicle; the tires screeching is heard. Agents yell out orders or try to restrain SCP-7673. SCP-7673 starts screaming as sparks are seen from the hole now in the bottom of the vehicle. The vehicle begins to tip over before the camera feeds cut out.) [END LOG] Afterword: Agents were discovered 20 meters away from the vehicle, none suffering any serious injuries. Agent Loken’s boots were missing. It’s assumed SCP-7673 moved the agents to safety and stole Agent Loken’s boots to replace her damaged shoes. The damaged skin was collected and examined. Further testing confirms that the skin’s beryllium bronze has taken the form of human cells. Addendum 7673.2: History of the Hymn of the Stars An informant in the Church of the Broken God found some relevant records when searching for the name Luluwa. History of the Hymn of the Stars Scroll 1 Scroll 2 Scroll 3 Scroll 4 Scroll 5 History of the Hymn of the Stars The Hymn of the Star tells the story of how Mekhane ignited the stars in the young universe. While many members of the Church of the Broken God know this tale, few know the origins of that story. Early members of the Church had found someone who witnessed Mekhane's deed: Luluwa Bat Hawwah. The following is her account of the events. She told a story about how she and her mother sat on the hill and watched Mekhane igniting star after star so that life would always have light even in the dark. Her mother used to tell her this story to help her sleep. Though some might be shocked to learn that a children's bedtime story inspired one of the holiest hymns, the young woman told it with such vigor and zest that the listeners were inspired. Her audience was so grateful that they agreed to aid in saving her brother. In return, she helped the early Church retrieve a rare metal that would be used to create many of our oldest and most important relics. We now know the story through the recently uncovered and translated scrolls of Brother Daedal. — His Holiness Robert Bumaro, Builder of the Broken God Scrolls of Brother Daedal She is a strange one, this young woman with her many stories. But it is the passion with which she tells them that inspires us. That's why we're helping her. Even now, some of our scribes, enthralled by her story, are inspired by the glory of Mekhane. She told us she had been searching for her brother, Qayin, for many years. Disasters, war, and floods separated them. She has no evidence that he is alive but is sure he is. She jests that she would know, for they are twins; I believe she merely lives in hope. Still, she seeks to travel to dangerous lands where a plagued creature is said to live. I cannot let her travel alone, so my fellows and I will travel with her for a while. There has been a tale of a plague, a walking blight, that causes all plant life to die wherever it goes and makes the ground unfit for tilling. The woman has been following the trail of devastation to find her brother. What we failed to realize was that her brother caused the blight. We found him in a cave half-starved, delirious, possibly mad, and without his arms and legs. I scarcely would have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes. Even now, as I write this, I find it hard to believe truly. How could a man survive in such a state? Luluwa explained it to us: her father had gifted him with eternal life, and cursed him to blight any land he touched. She spoke those words with bitterness, and none of us felt inclined to ask more about the subject. We did what we could to tend to his wounds but to little result. His body will not die easily, but he lives in constant pain. He screams in agony even with our best medicines. We barely tend to his wounds; they will not heal, and his flesh rots. We can only wager that this is an affliction caused by the Daevites. At the mention of their name, the man yelled and screamed for his brother Hevel. Luluwa tensed up at the name and looked on the verge of tears. She only replied that he had died and she could not stand to lose another brother. I lost my family to a plague when I was young; I understand the pain. I admire her determination, though I am still trying to figure out what can be done. We’ve tried to use our technology to replace his lost appendages, but all attempts have failed; the affliction destroys anything and everything we try to give him. I wondered if Mekhane had decided to bless this quest to make these siblings whole. A few nights ago, we saw a star fall like a metallic stone from the sky. A scout traveled and brought us a sample, and it seems to have survived contact with the Daevas affliction. We will travel to the stone and excavate it. We will use it to make Luluwa's brother our finest arms and legs, and with what remains of the stone, we will fashion wonders to make Mekhane proud. For the last several days, we have worked tirelessly to excavate the metal, though we still work a fraction of what Luluwa does. Every waking moment, she helps us dig to pay us back for our help. Or she spends the time tending to her brother: she cleans him and hunts for meat to feed him. Unfortunately, Qayin's curse dissolves any plant near him, even those he would eat. I wonder what kind of cruel man would do that to his child. What kind of disgrace could a person do to earn such ire? I do not know how to describe what has happened. We used every bit of technology and expertise to create the finest arms and legs for Qayin. We also had to replace the spine; the infection spread, and we needed access for the appendages. However, affliction had torn far into his body. We had to remove all the damaged tissue and bone. It still amazes me that he survived and that this metal worked so well to replace it. It took a few days for Qayin to start to become lucid, but even in such a state, his body has taken to the new limbs. I wish things could have ended there, and there would be hope for the siblings, but life is rarely so kind. Qayin's voice was devoid of emotion, and his eyes were filled with pain and anguish. Those were the eyes of a man who wanted it over. I don't think he dared to end it all by his own hand. I wonder if he had been trying to starve to death. I think Luluwa saw what I saw, and something else. Luluwa's eyes filled with tears. I left them alone at that point; it was not for me to hear those words. I just heard them yelling. Just a small portion, that Qayin was responsible for their brother's death, that Luluwa refused to do that to him to put him out of his misery. She swore they would be together and find a way to live with his mistake. Then, the sky burned. It had been night, but suddenly the sky was engulfed in flames as something flew above us. It tore everything away to reveal the twins. The entity's voice rang in my head, and it rang in everyone's head. This entity had countless flaming wings, held a sword aloft, and pointed it directly at Qayin. It stated it had come to judge Qayin. It had been satisfied with his suffering to this point, but gaining new limbs and his sister's reassurance had changed this. Luluwa begged this entity for mercy, saying her brother had suffered enough. This entity disagreed, warning her that if she stood in his way, she too would be punished. Luluwa refused to move. It swung the sword, and the movement tossed her aside to the remaining metal, and the sword ignited the air. Luluwa was engulfed in flames and began sinking into the melting metal, screaming the whole time. I wish I had acted; I doubt it would have changed anything, but things could have been different. Her screams, though short, will haunt me till I die. I can only hope she didn't suffer too much. This entity turned to Qayin, his eyes filled with tears. Its words echoed in my head, and I imagine they must have echoed in his mind. "Now you have caused the death of two of your siblings." It pointed to Qayin's head, and he screamed. In a flash of light, the entity was gone, and Qayin had a mark on his head; he let out an inhuman, pained scream. My fellows arrived, and together we tried to restrain him, afraid that he'd hurt himself, but something happened. As I tried to push him down, it felt like I was pushing myself. One of my fellows tried to knock him out but instead knocked himself out. He pulled away from us and screamed to the East, begging for something. Something arrived, something long, followed by the smell of the ocean, something but I can't remember what. My fellows and I woke up this morning without memories of what happened afterward. Qayin was gone and left no trail. We cleaned up and prepared to move on. Before leaving we inspected what remained of the metal and found it had melted and distorted. Though we can still make use of the metal, we all saw something strange: some of the metal was missing, as if a hole had been dug into it. Mekhane knows what that means. Addendum 7673.5: Interview + LEVEL FIVE CLEARANCE REQUIRED ACCESS GRANTED Date: 04/29/2024 Interviewer: Dr. E. Katz Interview: SCP-073 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Katz: Good Morning, SCP-073. SCP-073: Good morning, Doctor. How can I help you today? Dr. Katz: This might be strange, but you might enjoy hearing this. SCP-073: What do you mean? Dr. Katz: We've done some research because of recent events, so let me ask you this: Who is Luluwa? (SCP-073 stares dumbfounded for a moment.) SCP-073: That's a name I haven't heard in a very long time. That is the name of my sister, my twin sister. Dr. Katz: You've never spoken about her before. SCP-073: She's been gone a very long time. It hurts to remember her. Dr. Katz: I see. What do you know about what happened after the last time you saw her? SCP-073: I don't— we were in the field… before everything— before I— before brother— she— she d— the fire! Dr. Katz: SCP-073? SCP-073: I hope… I hope she lived a long, peaceful life. That's what she wanted when the war began, and she must have— must have gotten it. No! The fire! My lord no! Not her! (Tears stream from his eyes; Dr. Katz motions to them. SCP-073 wipes away a tear, seemingly confused.) SCP-073: Why am I crying? (SCP-073 stares at his hands confused and shaking.) Dr. Katz: SCP-073? Cain? (SCP-073 begins to hyperventilate and shake.) Dr. Katz: Medic! We need some help here! [END LOG] Notes: SCP-073 was taken to the infirmary where it was believed he had a panic attack brought on by a previously unknown PTSD. When later questioned about it, SCP-073 did not recall the conversation or any related matter. It is believed that through a possibly anomalous method SCP-073 erased his memories of gaining his metallic arms along with what he believed to be his sister's death. It is possible that the erasure of memories was incomplete because of his anomalous abilities. It is also possible that his memories are simply repressed because of the trauma. Either scenario is possible, and SCP-073's mind likely continues to suppress memories tied to the event to avoid facing the trauma. Any attempt to remind SCP-073 of the event causes him great distress. The Ethics Committee has ruled that SCP-073 will not be informed of SCP-7673. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7673" by IvanNavi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7673. Licensed under CC-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-7673 | uncontained | Item#: 7673 Level4 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Item #: SCP-7673 Special Containment Procedure: SCP-7673 is currently uncontained. The Foundation is to monitor all media for any sightings of SCP-7673. Witnesses will be questioned and amnesticized as appropriate. Update: SCP-073 must not be informed of SCP-7673. Description: SCP-7673 is a heavily tanned female of Arabic or Middle Eastern descent who appears to be in her early thirties, with black hair and bronze-colored eyes. While her external appearance may seem to be that of a typical human, in actuality her entire body is composed of beryllium bronze alloy. While SCP-7673’s skin appears and feels like ordinary skin tissue, it is actually beryllium bronze, capable of imitating skin tissue and even generating new bronze to rapidly repair any epidermal damage. As such, SCP-7673 has shown both high resistance to damage and signs of enhanced strength. SCP-7673 is confirmed to have a post-human life span; estimates suggest over six thousand years old. Samples from SCP-7673 show cells with no noticeable decay. Discovery Log: SCP-7673 first came to the Foundation's attention on April 16th, 2024. Local news from Colma, California, reported on a miracle rescue. A child ran into a street in the path of an oncoming car. A passing woman jumped onto the boy, covering him with her body. The vehicle collided with them but crumbled upon impact around them. Though the woman's clothes were torn, she and the child were uninjured. After verifying the child was unhurt, she ran off. Witnesses reported it to local news; many claimed it was divine intervention. Foundation agents were sent to investigate. Foundation agents suppressed the story and discovered a witness identifying SCP-7673 as Lulu Eden. Further Foundation investigation uncovered that SCP-7673 was using a falsified identity. Foundation AI discovered an additional 60 identities going back more than 100 years. Addendum 7673.1: Agent Arnold’s Body Camera Transcript Transcript from Agent Arnold’s Body Cam Date: 04/16/2024 Lead Agent: Agent Arnold, leader of MTF EPSILON-6 (Village Idiots) Assigned Agents: Agent Luna, Agent Patrick, Agent Glau, and Agent Loken Subject: SCP-7673 Location: Molly's Bar and Grill Notes: SCP-7673 was located via AI searching live feeds of security cameras at a restaurant in Colma. Agents were immediately dispatched to observe, isolate, and contain SCP-7673. Agents in plain clothes entered the bar and turned on hidden body cams. [BEGIN LOG] (Agents enter the bar and spread out to cover any exits. Agent Arnold, as lead, moves to stay close to SCP-7673. Agent Arnold moves up to the bar as SCP-7673 speaks to the bartender.) Bartender: Lulu? That's an uncommon name. Is it short for something? Lucille or— SCP-7673: No, just Lulu. My dad picked it. It wouldn't be the one I picked, but when Dad made up his mind… It's supposed to mean beauty in abundance or like a pearl. Bartender: Well, that's nice. SCP-7673: I'm his pearl, but it loses some splendor when you realize it's derived from Lilith. Bartender: Like the biblical— SCP-7673: My dad's ex-wife. Bartender: Wait. What? He named you after his ex? SCP-7673: Yeah, there's a whole thing there. Bartender: Yikes. SCP-7673: Dad was a mess, and I don’t know why Mom put up with him. They fought after I left, and he got locked up somewhere. Or he died; stuff got murky after that. Mom, well, she isn't with us anymore so I’m not getting the details from her. Bartender: I’m sorry. SCP-7673: Yeah. Honestly, I'm surprised my siblings and I didn't end up more screwed up. Bartender: I don't usually do this, but do you want something harder to drink? SCP-7673: Ha! No, don't worry, this is fine. Bartender: I'm sorry I brought up your name. I didn't mean to make fun. I saw your card, and I couldn't believe that was a real name. SCP-7673: Seriously, don't worry about it. Bartender: Still, let me get you some more pretzels. SCP-7673: Thanks! And get my new friend a Coke. (SCP-7673 motions to Agent Arnold. The bartender brings over the drink and a bowl of pretzels. SCP-7673 sips on her drink. The bartender is called over to another customer, and SCP-7673 turns to Agent Arnold.) SCP-7673: Now that we are alone, I hope you like Coke. If not, we can get you Pepsi. Agent Arnold: Sorry, I'm not interested. SCP-7673: Oh! No, I'm not into tough guys. Maybe if you had a nice mustache, I'm a sucker for a good 'stache. I had such a crush on Tom Selleck. No, I figured you didn't want a beer on the clock. Agent Arnold: What? What are you talking about? SCP-7673: Call it paranoia, but you seem like the type. Come in, take a quick glance at where I am, and sit next to me. All the while your friends seem to go off without a word almost like they are cutting off exits. Agent Arnold: How? SCP-7673: That's why I sit by the bar; the mirror lets me see behind me. I've been on alert since the car accident happened. I figured I'd have to ditch town, but I must admit, you moved quickly. I thought I'd have time to max out this credit card before I had to ditch it. So, you some X-Files government guy? Something weird pops up and you have to investigate it? Lock it up so it stays secret? Agent Arnold: Something like that. I take it you’ve had something like this happen before. (SCP-7673 takes a pretzel from the bowl and eats it.) SCP-7673: Yeah, an FBI guy about two years ago. I felt sorry for the guy, very nervous, for some reason was afraid I could blow up his head with my mind or something. You seem a lot more confident. So, what can I expect to happen next? Agent Arnold: You will come with us. I would prefer you don't draw any attention; we don't want to drag any of the civilians into this. SCP-7673: I can certainly appreciate that. I'm going to finish my drink, though. I get the feeling I won't be getting another for a while. Agent Arnold: After that, will you come with us without causing a scene? SCP-7673: Given my good looks, I don't think that is an option. But I promise you I won't scream out, 'Help, they're taking me away.' Agent Arnold: Fine, then enjoy your drink. SCP-7673: Well, cheers, Mister— Agent Arnold: Agent Arnold. SCP-7673: La di da. Well, I'm Lulu. Agent Arnold: Now it is. We've discovered your identities: Louise Adams, Layla Eve, Tallulah Rosetta, Lucy Kane. You've been around a long time, and your name is the only thing that changes about you. (Agent Arnold takes a sip of his drink.) SCP-7673: Yeah, Lulu is the shortened version of my name Luluwa. I always pick my names so I can spin them into Lulu. If all I have left of my life is my name, then I’m going to keep it. Agent Arnold: If you say so. SCP-7673: Not much of a conversationalist, huh? Agent Arnold: Fine, I have a question. How old are you really? SCP-7673: Wow, really? No one told you never to ask a lady her age? Fine, if you must know… something over 6000. I honestly stopped keeping track around a hundred. Agent Arnold: So, what’s the deal? You’re invulnerable, not even time can touch you. SCP-7673: Invulnerable? Who said I was that? Agent Arnold: You walked away after a car slammed right into you. (SCP-7673 holds up a finger and with her other hand digs into it with her nails. After 10 seconds SCP-7673 pulls off a stretch of skin from her finger, revealing metal underneath.) SCP-7673: I can be hurt, damaged, and God knows I still feel the pain. I didn’t walk away from the crash; I ran to avoid showing my metallic layer. (SCP-7673 flicks the skin strip to the side. Over the next 15 seconds the metallic finger grows and expands, changing colors to appear more like normal skin of an undamaged finger.) SCP-7673: There. Good as new. I don’t know how any of this works, but my body doesn’t want to change. I don’t age, I don’t get wrinkles or gain weight. Any damage gets filled up and looks more fleshy. My eyes used to be a beautiful soft blue but turned all bronze. Otherwise my body still acts about the same. My hair and nails still grow, so I still have to take care of that. I used to sell my hair to people, but the Mekhanites got too greedy and tried to go for more than my hair — that bridge is burnt. (SCP-7673 takes a sip from her glass. Agent Arnold collects the discarded sample of skin and places it in his pocket.) Agent Arnold: And you’ve just been wandering around all this time? SCP-7673: I’ve had hobbies and jobs. I was a military nurse in World War II in Europe. Had to fake my death after an explosion. Still got to punch a few Nazis on the way out. Agent Arnold: Thank you for that. I’m happy I let you have the drink, but it’s time to go. SCP-7673: You don’t want to keep talking? Agent Arnold: Don’t worry, where you’re going you’ll have plenty of people to talk to. SCP-7673: Yeah, and I guess I won’t be out and about anymore. Agent Arnold: No ma’am. SCP-7673: Didn’t think so. Agent Arnold: You had plans? SCP-7673: No, just looking for someone. I guess I won’t find him. (SCP-7673 finishes her drink and puts down some money before following Agent Arnold out. Agent Arnold signals other agents outside. SCP-7673 is led to a parked Foundation vehicle. Once she is inside the vehicle, awaiting agents restrain SCP-7673 in the rear prisoner-restraint seat. Remaining agents exit the bar and prepare to leave.) SCP-7673: Do we really have to do the restraints? Agent Arnold: Yes. We appreciate you complying, but we can’t take any chances you’d change your mind. Our weapons won’t make much of a dent on your metal hide, now will they? You’ll be given a gas that will put you to sleep until we get to our site. SCP-7673: Fine, let’s get it over with. (Agent Loken sets up a gas canister next to SCP-7673; Agent Glau secures the gas mask over SCP-7673’s mouth.) Agent Loken: Take a deep breath, and count backwards. (Agent Loken turns the knob; SCP-7673 can be heard counting backwards. After 10 seconds, SCP-7673’s eyes close, and her head slumps over.) (20 minutes of footage omitted. Footage distorts as the SCP vehicle drives over uneven road, causing the camera to shake.) Agent Arnold: Patrick! Are you trying to aim for the pot holes? We don’t want to risk waking the anomaly. Agent Patrick: Sorry! This is practically a dirt road. We just got to the outskirts of town. I’d be shocked if this small of a town has the money to fix the roads. Agent Loken: Don’t worry. The gas we gave her is strong enough to knock out an elephant. She won’t wake up for at least two more hours. SCP-7673: Yeah, they’d have to raise taxes to fix up the roads, and times are tough. Agent Loken: What? How are you awake? SCP-7673: I don’t actually need to breathe. I was playing possum until we were away from anyone who could get hurt. (SCP-7673 rips herself out of the restraints. Agents Luna, Loken, and Glau try to restrain SCP-7673 by grabbing her arms and waist. SCP-7673 pushes them away effortlessly.) SCP-7673: Also stronger than I look. Agent Arnold: Use the tasers! SCP-7673: Hold on to something! (SCP-7673 slams her foot through the floor of the vehicle. Agent Patrick loses control of the vehicle; the tires screeching is heard. Agents yell out orders or try to restrain SCP-7673. SCP-7673 starts screaming as sparks are seen from the hole now in the bottom of the vehicle. The vehicle begins to tip over before the camera feeds cut out.) [END LOG] Afterword: Agents were discovered 20 meters away from the vehicle, none suffering any serious injuries. Agent Loken’s boots were missing. It’s assumed SCP-7673 moved the agents to safety and stole Agent Loken’s boots to replace her damaged shoes. The damaged skin was collected and examined. Further testing confirms that the skin’s beryllium bronze has taken the form of human cells. Addendum 7673.2: History of the Hymn of the Stars An informant in the Church of the Broken God found some relevant records when searching for the name Luluwa. History of the Hymn of the Stars Scroll 1 Scroll 2 Scroll 3 Scroll 4 Scroll 5 History of the Hymn of the Stars The Hymn of the Star tells the story of how Mekhane ignited the stars in the young universe. While many members of the Church of the Broken God know this tale, few know the origins of that story. Early members of the Church had found someone who witnessed Mekhane's deed: Luluwa Bat Hawwah. The following is her account of the events. She told a story about how she and her mother sat on the hill and watched Mekhane igniting star after star so that life would always have light even in the dark. Her mother used to tell her this story to help her sleep. Though some might be shocked to learn that a children's bedtime story inspired one of the holiest hymns, the young woman told it with such vigor and zest that the listeners were inspired. Her audience was so grateful that they agreed to aid in saving her brother. In return, she helped the early Church retrieve a rare metal that would be used to create many of our oldest and most important relics. We now know the story through the recently uncovered and translated scrolls of Brother Daedal. — His Holiness Robert Bumaro, Builder of the Broken God Scrolls of Brother Daedal She is a strange one, this young woman with her many stories. But it is the passion with which she tells them that inspires us. That's why we're helping her. Even now, some of our scribes, enthralled by her story, are inspired by the glory of Mekhane. She told us she had been searching for her brother, Qayin, for many years. Disasters, war, and floods separated them. She has no evidence that he is alive but is sure he is. She jests that she would know, for they are twins; I believe she merely lives in hope. Still, she seeks to travel to dangerous lands where a plagued creature is said to live. I cannot let her travel alone, so my fellows and I will travel with her for a while. There has been a tale of a plague, a walking blight, that causes all plant life to die wherever it goes and makes the ground unfit for tilling. The woman has been following the trail of devastation to find her brother. What we failed to realize was that her brother caused the blight. We found him in a cave half-starved, delirious, possibly mad, and without his arms and legs. I scarcely would have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes. Even now, as I write this, I find it hard to believe truly. How could a man survive in such a state? Luluwa explained it to us: her father had gifted him with eternal life, and cursed him to blight any land he touched. She spoke those words with bitterness, and none of us felt inclined to ask more about the subject. We did what we could to tend to his wounds but to little result. His body will not die easily, but he lives in constant pain. He screams in agony even with our best medicines. We barely tend to his wounds; they will not heal, and his flesh rots. We can only wager that this is an affliction caused by the Daevites. At the mention of their name, the man yelled and screamed for his brother Hevel. Luluwa tensed up at the name and looked on the verge of tears. She only replied that he had died and she could not stand to lose another brother. I lost my family to a plague when I was young; I understand the pain. I admire her determination, though I am still trying to figure out what can be done. We’ve tried to use our technology to replace his lost appendages, but all attempts have failed; the affliction destroys anything and everything we try to give him. I wondered if Mekhane had decided to bless this quest to make these siblings whole. A few nights ago, we saw a star fall like a metallic stone from the sky. A scout traveled and brought us a sample, and it seems to have survived contact with the Daevas affliction. We will travel to the stone and excavate it. We will use it to make Luluwa's brother our finest arms and legs, and with what remains of the stone, we will fashion wonders to make Mekhane proud. For the last several days, we have worked tirelessly to excavate the metal, though we still work a fraction of what Luluwa does. Every waking moment, she helps us dig to pay us back for our help. Or she spends the time tending to her brother: she cleans him and hunts for meat to feed him. Unfortunately, Qayin's curse dissolves any plant near him, even those he would eat. I wonder what kind of cruel man would do that to his child. What kind of disgrace could a person do to earn such ire? I do not know how to describe what has happened. We used every bit of technology and expertise to create the finest arms and legs for Qayin. We also had to replace the spine; the infection spread, and we needed access for the appendages. However, affliction had torn far into his body. We had to remove all the damaged tissue and bone. It still amazes me that he survived and that this metal worked so well to replace it. It took a few days for Qayin to start to become lucid, but even in such a state, his body has taken to the new limbs. I wish things could have ended there, and there would be hope for the siblings, but life is rarely so kind. Qayin's voice was devoid of emotion, and his eyes were filled with pain and anguish. Those were the eyes of a man who wanted it over. I don't think he dared to end it all by his own hand. I wonder if he had been trying to starve to death. I think Luluwa saw what I saw, and something else. Luluwa's eyes filled with tears. I left them alone at that point; it was not for me to hear those words. I just heard them yelling. Just a small portion, that Qayin was responsible for their brother's death, that Luluwa refused to do that to him to put him out of his misery. She swore they would be together and find a way to live with his mistake. Then, the sky burned. It had been night, but suddenly the sky was engulfed in flames as something flew above us. It tore everything away to reveal the twins. The entity's voice rang in my head, and it rang in everyone's head. This entity had countless flaming wings, held a sword aloft, and pointed it directly at Qayin. It stated it had come to judge Qayin. It had been satisfied with his suffering to this point, but gaining new limbs and his sister's reassurance had changed this. Luluwa begged this entity for mercy, saying her brother had suffered enough. This entity disagreed, warning her that if she stood in his way, she too would be punished. Luluwa refused to move. It swung the sword, and the movement tossed her aside to the remaining metal, and the sword ignited the air. Luluwa was engulfed in flames and began sinking into the melting metal, screaming the whole time. I wish I had acted; I doubt it would have changed anything, but things could have been different. Her screams, though short, will haunt me till I die. I can only hope she didn't suffer too much. This entity turned to Qayin, his eyes filled with tears. Its words echoed in my head, and I imagine they must have echoed in his mind. "Now you have caused the death of two of your siblings." It pointed to Qayin's head, and he screamed. In a flash of light, the entity was gone, and Qayin had a mark on his head; he let out an inhuman, pained scream. My fellows arrived, and together we tried to restrain him, afraid that he'd hurt himself, but something happened. As I tried to push him down, it felt like I was pushing myself. One of my fellows tried to knock him out but instead knocked himself out. He pulled away from us and screamed to the East, begging for something. Something arrived, something long, followed by the smell of the ocean, something but I can't remember what. My fellows and I woke up this morning without memories of what happened afterward. Qayin was gone and left no trail. We cleaned up and prepared to move on. Before leaving we inspected what remained of the metal and found it had melted and distorted. Though we can still make use of the metal, we all saw something strange: some of the metal was missing, as if a hole had been dug into it. Mekhane knows what that means. Addendum 7673.5: Interview + LEVEL FIVE CLEARANCE REQUIRED ACCESS GRANTED Date: 04/29/2024 Interviewer: Dr. E. Katz Interview: SCP-073 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Katz: Good Morning, SCP-073. SCP-073: Good morning, Doctor. How can I help you today? Dr. Katz: This might be strange, but you might enjoy hearing this. SCP-073: What do you mean? Dr. Katz: We've done some research because of recent events, so let me ask you this: Who is Luluwa? (SCP-073 stares dumbfounded for a moment.) SCP-073: That's a name I haven't heard in a very long time. That is the name of my sister, my twin sister. Dr. Katz: You've never spoken about her before. SCP-073: She's been gone a very long time. It hurts to remember her. Dr. Katz: I see. What do you know about what happened after the last time you saw her? SCP-073: I don't— we were in the field… before everything— before I— before brother— she— she d— the fire! Dr. Katz: SCP-073? SCP-073: I hope… I hope she lived a long, peaceful life. That's what she wanted when the war began, and she must have— must have gotten it. No! The fire! My lord no! Not her! (Tears stream from his eyes; Dr. Katz motions to them. SCP-073 wipes away a tear, seemingly confused.) SCP-073: Why am I crying? (SCP-073 stares at his hands confused and shaking.) Dr. Katz: SCP-073? Cain? (SCP-073 begins to hyperventilate and shake.) Dr. Katz: Medic! We need some help here! [END LOG] Notes: SCP-073 was taken to the infirmary where it was believed he had a panic attack brought on by a previously unknown PTSD. When later questioned about it, SCP-073 did not recall the conversation or any related matter. It is believed that through a possibly anomalous method SCP-073 erased his memories of gaining his metallic arms along with what he believed to be his sister's death. It is possible that the erasure of memories was incomplete because of his anomalous abilities. It is also possible that his memories are simply repressed because of the trauma. Either scenario is possible, and SCP-073's mind likely continues to suppress memories tied to the event to avoid facing the trauma. Any attempt to remind SCP-073 of the event causes him great distress. The Ethics Committee has ruled that SCP-073 will not be informed of SCP-7673. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7673" by IvanNavi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7673. Licensed under CC-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-7674 | safe | ITEM #: SCP-7674 OBJECT CLASS: SAFE SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The wing where SCP-7674 is located has been shut down under the guise of a criminal investigation. The location of SCP-7674 is to be purged from provincial memory, hidden from observable perception from people with a CRV below Foundation Staff range1. Further rumours about SCP-7674 are to be dismissed under the guise of a school haunting. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7674 is a classroom within Calintaan Comprehensive Science High School, containing various objects labelled SCP-7674-A to -J. The objects are placed around the classroom on wooden tables, resembling a museum. On the ceiling, various seemingly new balloons and streamers are hung about, with a greater concentration of them around the SCP-7674 instances. Desks and chairs are seen haphazardly scattered around the perimeter of the classroom. In front of the SCP-7674 instances is a window that displays the courtyard, which contains a basketball court and a statue of an unidentified person. The sky is always at sunrise. Attempts to move the SCP-7674 instances out of the classroom leads to the objects reappearing back at their positions. On each SCP-7674 instance table, there is an unperceivable name tag taped on the side. Cryptographic comparison reveals it to be the same name. Going within the presence of an SCP-7674 instance leads to the affected subject to be transported in a 1 meter sphere that displays a scene. The subject can observe the scene, but cannot interact with it. Stepping beyond the borders of the sphere leads the user to return to the space. Throughout pseudo-random intervals, rooster crows are heard inside SCP-7674. Cicada chirps are also played at a low decibel level within SCP-7674. The scent of grilled meat is present within SCP-7674, including but not limited to isaw, barbeque, and chicharon. Occasionally, a spilled cup of black gulaman is present at one of the desks near the wall. Technology created after 2013 stops functioning within SCP-7674. Temporal analysis reveals all objects to have been created during 2010. ADDENDUM — LIST OF SCP-7674 OBJECTS OBJECT IDENTIFIER NUMBER DESCRIPTION OF OBJECT EFFECT NOTES SCP-7674-A Apple Earbuds attached to a unidentifiable MP3 player The subject is transported to a plain communal bedroom. The bed is stained with tears. Another instance of SCP-7674-A is present on the bed. Browsing the player reveals songs from various artists — however the songs are attributed to the same artist. Of note is that most of the song titles are after 2013. A body is lying on the bed, sleeping. Despite the presence of a 3.5mm headphone jack, the earbuds are not detacheable from the player. SCP-7674-B A 2mg estradiol valerate pill package. The dosage can last for 6 months The subject is transported to another bedroom different from SCP-7674-A. A COVID testing kit is placed on the desk besides the bed. On the computer to the left of the bed, a booking for Planned Parenthood is displayed. Besides the synthesizer keyboard is a video stream of a man. On the bed is a copy of SCP-7674-E. Temporal analysis reveals that this SCP-7674-E was created during 2020. DNA analysis reveals the bedroom to have hosted the presence of the body in SCP-7674-A, heretofore referred to as SCP-7674-AH. SCP-7674-C A poster of Taylor Swift's Reputation The subject is transported into a ballroom. Multiple figures are dancing on the floor, among which is SCP-7674-AH. Various 2000s pop songs are playing in the background. At the center of the ballroom are two humanoids dancing. If the subject waits for 3 minutes and 12 seconds, the figures in the middle stop dancing, and one kneels to open up an engagement ring. DNA analysis reveals that the person being offered the engagement ring is SCP-7674-AH. SCP-7674-D A Glock 19 The subject is transported in another bedroom, different from -A. The floor is heavily blurred from the subject's vision. There are splatters of blood on the wall. The calendar beside the blood splatters show the date to be 2016. The clock on the wall shows the time to be 2300. Stepping on the floor in SCP-7674-D produces wet sounds. Memetic decryption and DNA analysis reveal the body to belong to SCP-7674-AH. SCP-7674-E A BLÅHAJ from IKEA The subject is transported to another bedroom different from SCP-7674-A. There is a calendar that displays the year to be 2019. Vodka and beer bottles litter the bed, while red Solo cups are placed on top of the table. The bed has two figures, both humanoid, lying on top of it. On the desk in front of the bed, a Netflix movie is running. It is currently paused. One of the figures is currently embracing the other. The air conditioner is set at around 19 degrees Celsius, and the various fast food on the floor is getting cold. The figure will occasionally twist a bit, rubbing its head on the space in front of it. Attempts to clean the BLÅHAJ result in the same stains appearing. BAC analysis reveals its levels to be 1.5 BACs. DNA analysis reveals it to be SCP-7674-AH SCP-7674-F An M1A1 Abrams Tank scale model. The subject is transported into a speakeasy. Checking the calendar on the left side of the entrance shows that the current participants are in "board gaem [sic] night", while checking the information about the speakeasy reveals that the building is a 24/7 establishment, not unlike the internet cafes in Korea. Warm LEDs are located on the ceiling. One of the orange LEDs is flickering. Below it are four people playing a game of Settlers of Catan. House alcohol litters the table — three figures are flushed red. The fourth figure is passed out on the floor. All of them are smiling. Around the four people, there are various blankets and pillows around and on them. Periodically, one person will go up, place a blanket on the passed out person, and sit back down, only for the blanket to fall off after a short while. Checking the clock right behind them will reveal the time to be around 0300. DNA analysis revealed the passed out person to be SCP-7674-AH. SCP-7674-G An IV bag. The subject is transported in a clinic. The LGBTQ+ pride flag is placed in front of the medical bed. On the back wall is a picture of two women, smiling and holding hands with each other. The monitor on the right shows a flatline, with a droning noise in the background. The window is in a perpetual sunset. The desk on the left of the bed has a bouquet of lavenders, along with a tablet that displays the weather broadcast and moon phase. According to the tablet, it is going to be a light drizzle, with a full moon. On the bouquet is a card written in an unidentifiable dialect of English. The monitor is hooked up to a body lying on the bed. Beside it is a wheelchair, with deformation analysis revealing that there is someone currently sitting on it. This unknown person is holding hands with the body, based on the way the body's hands are held. Periodic tears will drop on the hands of the body. At random intervals, knocks will be heard in the room. Checking the desk drawer besides the bed reveals a watch revealing the date to be 2102. DNA analysis of the body reveals it to be SCP-7674-AH. SCP-7674-H A 200mg/ml testosterone cypionate vial. The dosage can last for 6 months The subject is transported to another bedroom different from SCP-7674-A and -B. A testing kit for an unidentified disease is placed on the desk beside the bed. On the computer to the left of the bed, a booking for a clinic is displayed. The sky outside the window is purple. Besides the synthesizer keyboard is a video stream of a woman. The date on the computer is displayed in an unidentifiable ISO format. DNA analysis of the various tissues around SCP-7674-H reveal the presence of SCP-7674-AH, but with major genes unexpressed. SCP-7674-I A green San Miguel Pale Pilsen and brown Tsingtao bottle. Contrary to other SCP-7674 instances, the user must first take a sip of both drinks before being transported. The user is then transported in front of the Manila Cathedral. White flowers are placed on the sides of the entrance along with a red carpet on the aisle, leading the subject to be in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary. LGBTQ+ flags are placed along the church pews, with various people, both old and young, wearing suits and dresses. Most of them have tears in their eyes, most of them are laughing, hooting, and hollering. At the end of the aisle, in front of the Virgin Mary, two people are kissing each other, one noticeably smaller than the other. The person being kissed has a transgender pride flag. Sounds of laughter and applause are periodically heard in the cathedral among background music. Of note is that the music is identical to the music found in SCP-7674-A. Checking the brochure in the front pocket of the subject being controlled reveals the program to be led by a "Sinedoke LLC ''. DNA analysis of the person being kissed reveals it to be SCP-7674-AH. SCP-7674-J A brown San Miguel Pale Pilsen and green Tsingtao bottle Contrary to other SCP-7674 instances, the user must first take a sip of both drinks before being transported. In addition, the view is in a first-person perspective, and the subject can move the body around the scene. The subject is in a concert hall, with unidentifiable dubstep playing. The hall is currently dark, with various disco lights blaring on and around the subject — when they first enter the scene, they will find themselves holding a rum and coke. Besides them is a Filipino person, while behind them are various people of various ethnicities, but majority are Filipino and Chinese. On the farthest right of the ballroom is a small bar that currently has a crowd gathered around two people, while on the lower-right of the ballroom are various people vaping or smoking marijuana. The band in the front resembles December Avenue, however their faces are distorted. Checking the front pocket of the body reveals a brochure of the concert, with all songs attributed to band called "Sinedoke". The current song being played is "Ang Huling El Bimbo", misattributed to Sinedoke. Checking the pockets of each person in the concert reveals various pride flags. DNA analysis of the body reveal to be SCP-7674-AH. Footnotes 1. For Safe-class anomalies, acceptable ranges are in-between 2.0 and 2.4 Kants ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7674" by basirskipreader, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7675 | safe | Item #: SCP-7675 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7675 is to be held in storage away from any anomalous consumables. Outside of testing, foodstuffs and other consumables should not come in contact with SCP-7675. Description: SCP-7675 is a metal spoon 15 cm in length, with no manufacturer's markings or identifying indentations. Spectrographic analysis has shown it to be composed of iron, chromium, nickel, and carbon, typical for cutlery of its make. If SCP-7675 is used by a human subject to launch edible matter as a projectile, in a manner typically seen in “food fights”, impacted inanimate objects will be partially or completely transformed1 into matter identical to the impacting foodstuffs launched by SCP-7675. Living organic matter is not affected, although jewelry, clothing, or other accessories will be converted upon impact. Microscopic single-cell organisms, such as bacteria, have been observed to spontaneously alter their shape to resemble the foodstuff impacting them, without actually changing their physical composition. If subjects in proximity to SCP-7675 begin engaging in an activity recognized by all participants as a “food fight” instigated by the user of SCP-7675, then all edible matter utilized over the course of the altercation will take on the matter-altering effect. Once the interior is fully coated by a layer of edible matter, it will begin to self-transfigure by sculpting new features based on the desires and inclinations of those participating in the "food fight" and as such it is recommended that any future testing be discontinued before this point is reached. Due to the heightened state of agitation induced by participating in a confrontational situation, materials generated within SCP-7675-affected rooms generally serve to escalate the situation and prolonged periods of activation may lead to severe injuries among the participants. Of note, SCP-7675 manifests no anomalous properties when used properly as an eating utensil. Footnotes 1. Depending on the size and splatter radius of the impact area. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7675" by good_vibrations, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7675. Licensed under CC-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-7676 | esoteric-class | The ListPages module does not work recursively. Item Number: SCP-7676 Special Containment Procedures: Quarantine Site Zulu-9 has been established around ground zero of the SCP-7676 phenomenon, and is to be staffed entirely by personnel fitting criteria "Null-Engram". Due to the current shortage of viable personnel within our organization, The Department of Analytics has been tasked with identifying civilians to facilitate ongoing containment of SCP-7676. Mobile Task Force Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") is responsible for the procurement of these civilians. All conscripts are to be granted Level-5/7676 clearance for the duration of their tenure. Due to the virulence of SCP-7676 and its related phenomena, contact between Zulu-9 and the outside world is to be mediated through Artificially Intelligent Constructs. The delivery of requested materials, as well as general resource replenishment, must remain fully automated. Waste materials from Zulu-9 will periodically arrive at Site-19 within black body bags. Personnel at Site-19 are to make no attempts to identify their contents, and are not permitted to interact with them beyond facilitating their incineration. Null Engram Disqualifiers: The following is a list of attributes which disqualify a candidate for Null-Engram status: Former participation in after-school clubs or extra-curricular activities, including as an organizer or educator. Former inclusion in any concert band, marching band, or any musical ensemble during adolescence. Prior attendance of any form of summer camp. Having completed an upper-secondary education at an American high school or equivalent institution. Attendance to any Homecoming dance events within such a facility, regardless of context. Being born or conceived prior to December 31st, 1976. Further information is classified 5/7676. WARNING The following document contains information and images of a sensitive nature, and may not be safe for viewing. If you accessed this file by accident and do not possess "Null Engram" clearance, DO NOT PROCEED. NULL ENGRAM-EYES ONLY Enter Provisional Personnel Verification (PPV) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7676" by S D Locke & notgull, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7676. Licensed under CC-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: burial.jpg Name: Abstract blurry monotone background Author: Rawpixel License: Public Domain Source Link: Rawpixel Filename: doyouremember.png Author: S D Locke License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: North Salinas High School Class of 1978 Author: Kelly Nigro License: Public Domain Source Link: Flickr Filename: photo.png Author: S D Locke License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Beth Haupt Davis, Gulfport High School, 1978 - 1979 Author: Joe Haupt License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Name: Operation Stitches Sew Author: Counselling License: Public Domain Source Link: Pixabay Filename: for_sd_locke.wav Author: simplexityyfvs License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: james.png Name: Surrealism in photography 09.jpg Author: Mostafameraji License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: jlocke.png Name: Faith Hope Love.jpg Author: Viktor Pinchuk License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: kevin.png Name: منية حمورابي 2.jpg Author: حميدة السنان License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: sarah.png Name: "BrainChain" Willem den Broeder 2001 .png Author: Willem den Broeder License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: stanley.png Name: DRAWING SURREALISM exhibition 2012 at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA).jpg Author: Fontanal License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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Additionally, it has not been edited down or formatted, and is unlikely to conform to The Foundation's standards of article quality. Please speak to use the transcriber. Voice 1: What is this nonsense? Voice 2: I'm just testing out this system as a favor for a friend. She transcribes exploration logs. Voice 1: Ah. Say no more. Voice 2: Yeah she'd rather be out of a job. Just pretend it's not here. Voice 1: You kids these days. I have my process down and you cannot beat pen and paper. Same Foundation issued pens. Same legal pads. I think I've used the same clipboard for at least a decade now. Cannot be improved. Voice 2: Go on then go right ahead. It might make this easier. Voice 1: Anomaly presents itself Voice 2: Hey introduce us first. Time and date? Oh okay on the clipboard. Sure. Voice 1: Impolite to interrupt. Anomaly presents itself as a black sphere with a sort of core of light in its center. Main anomaly is a pulsing light without energy source and a tendency to float approximately a foot above the Voice 2: Feet? You mean meters? Voice 1: Old old habits. I convert it later. Voice 2: Aren't you supposed to start with the containment procedures? Voice 1: I have always always done that last. Voice 2: Oh I do that first. See I'm already learning. Voice 1: Okay. Why not. It's been in a standard storage room for. For Voice 2: Three months I think. Voice 1: Three months. Sitting on its pedestal, glowing with no source of energy. Voice 2: I suppose they can't all be highly dangerous and fascinating ultra classified SCPs. Voice 1: How would you even know. Have you ever been on a highly classified anomaly? Voice 2: No? Voice 1: That's what they all say. Audio unclear - Please refer to recording. Auto-Transcriber's best guess for sound is [LAUGHTER]. Voice 1: Anomaly pulses in intervals slightly increasing and decreasing sizes. Randomly changes between five colors. No it cycles between five colors. Green. Green blue. Blue. Purple, black. Voice 2: I don't know if you can say that it cycles to green blue if that's just a transition color. Voice 1: This is preliminary for a reason. Get down all you Voice 2: Get down all you can, I know. In and out. Voice 1: I feel okay with a few minutes on this one. I have no reason to think this will be a problem yet. A few minutes Voice 2: Do you believe after your term in The Foundation that the best indicator of future performance is past performance? Voice 1: My term. You make it sound so official. It's a living. And no. But I believe it is the best I have to go on. Voice 2: It's a duty as much as a living. Voice 1: What's your rule of thumb for keeping your distance from the anomaly? Voice 2: Ten feet at least. Voice 1: Feet? You mean meters? Voice 2: Okay whatever fine you get that one. You know what I mean. Voice 1: I do. I do. Mine's five feet at least. When I started I kept it at twenty feet but you will get braver. Voice 2: I'm okay. Voice 1: Wait the color is changing. It's turning red Voice 2: What? I don't think it's done that before. Are you sure it's not an in between color? It could Voice 1: Shut up turning white. Growing. Voice 2: Shit I Voice 1: No. No. Voice 2: What is that oh god oh Voice 1: Pull the emergency get the Voice 2: Fuck what the fuck Voice 1: Alarm hit the Overlapping voices detected. The transcriber can only record one voice at a time. Please speak one at a time and repeat the previous sentence. Overlapping voices detected. The transcriber can only record one voice at a time. Please speak one at a time and repeat the previous sentence. Interference detected. Please silence or mute any interference, such as phone alarms, ambient noises, or communication devices. Interference detected. Please silence or mute any interference, such as phone alarms, ambient noises, or communication devices. Interference detected. Please silence or mute any interference, such as phone alarms, ambient noises, or communication devices. Maximum microphone volume exceeded. Please speak quieter or increase the distance between yourself and the microphone. Interference detected. Please silence or mute any interference, such as phone alarms, ambient noises, or communication devices. Maximum microphone volume exceeded. Please speak quieter or increase the distance between yourself and the microphone. Interference detected. Please silence or mute any interference, such as phone alarms, ambient noises, or communication devices. Please speak to use the transcriber. Please speak to use the transcriber. Voice 1: Damn. Damn. Are you okay? How long were we out? Damn. Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Damn. Wake up. Wake up. Voice 2: I think I'm okay. Voice 1: Thank god. What's the time? How long have we been here? Voice 2: Oh Hell god I'm not okay oh god Voice 1: Put pressure on it here Voice 2: Put pressure on it? All of it? All of these? Voice 1: I'm so sorry. Voice 2: Thanks. Thanks. I'm going to die listening to apologies. Thanks. Voice 1: Sorry. Put pressure on that one at least. Voice 2: Thanks. Thanks. How did you get away Scott free? Voice 1: I don't know. Finding that out is going to be some other poor bastard's job now. If they ever unseal this for investigation that is. Voice 2: What is the protocol for. That. Voice 1: Hah. Let's see. Anomaly is classifiable as safe if not interfered with. Erratic behavior in response to unknown stimulus. Containable when emergency lockdown hermetically seals the chamber apparently. Unresponsive or dormant after doing. That. They won't let the dash one get outside and they won't risk other dash ones getting out. I think they're going to keep the seal. Maybe flood its chamber. Voice 2: Drowning? Voice 1: Numbing agent comes first in case irretrievable personnel are sealed in too. For the safety of others. It will put us to sleep. We'll sleep. Cold not cruel. Won't feel a thing. Audio unclear - Please refer to recording. Auto-Transcriber's best guess for sound is [LAUGHTER/CRYING] Voice 2: That's not fair it was so small that's so much isn't there a chance that we can do something call for help Voice 1: I'm sorry. But The Foundation has not taken chances for a long time. It could set off again. Maybe a task force could come. But that could happen again and why break containment if it could put more than two lives at risk? Voice 2: How long? I mean how long do we have? Voice 1: Five minutes? Maybe ten? When that happened I I couldn't I couldn't perceive time right. That was an interesting effect. A first for me I usually avoid Voice 2: Stop. Stop. Please stop. Please stop talking. Voice 1: Sorry this. The inexplicable is the most interesting thing. Sorry about Voice 2: Don't apologize. Voice 1: Sorry. Voice 2: God damn it. God damn it. Voice 1: You shouldn't talk. Voice 2: Why? Are we getting out of here? Am I going to get better? Really? Voice 1: You don't want to make it hurt more. Voice 2: It doesn't hurt. Here, watch this. Voice 1: Oh my god. Please don't do that again. Voice 2: Doesn't even hurt. Voice 1: It hurts to look at. Skin isn't supposed to do that. Voice 2: Yeah it's going to get everywhere. Have you heard The Foundation saying pity the doctors praise the janitors? Voice 1: No, that's a new one. I've heard all sorts. The sayings come and go. The saying that was popular way back when I started was oh let me think. It was something like every day is a blessing but it wasn't that. Voice 2: This is it. Isn't it. Voice 1: No harm in hoping for deathbed miracles. That was a saying too. Voice 2: This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Voice 1: It's not is it. You know The Foundation moment of clarity? Voice 2: What? Voice 1: If you know you know. If not never mind. Voice 2: Oh yeah. Yeah I know. Everyone I've ever asked knows about it. Voice 1: When was yours? Voice 2: My moment. I realized it after one of my first serious containment breaches. Voice 1: That's the natural way. How bad was it? Sorry if that Voice 2: Please. Stop. Apologizing. Voice 1: Okay. Voice 2: Was referred to this job by a friend. Started around the same time. Six months in they fucked up some paperwork and wouldn't you know it sixteen people died. Then my friend died two weeks later. Different breach. Totally unrelated. Totally normal. I figured that is it. This is it. This job will be my probably cut short life. And I will almost certainly die doing it. I could accept that. We're doing good things. Important work. I hoped I could do more of it. Voice 1: That's fair. Six months. That's a little early. People usually try to leave if they have the moment that early. Voice 2: Shit, man. I forgot. I was going to go home early today. I was looking forward to it. Voice 1: I shouldn't ask. Special occasion? Voice 2: No. I just wanted to be home. Voice 1: Excuse me. I was going to say I'm sorry but. I mean I know the feeling. Voice 2: Okay. Thanks. God damn it. When was your moment of clarity? When did you realize this job would kill you? Voice 1: About. About a week after I got married. Voice 2: You're married? Fuck. Oh Jesus. Voice 1: Yeah. It's okay. I've been telling people I could die any day for years. I've been married thirty three years and we both got married knowing I could die any day. Voice 2: Jesus. Fuck. I'm sorry. Voice 1: It's what we do. I have someone that I want to live in a safe world. My moment of clarity hit me when I realized I had a person that I would die for. If only to keep them safe. Voice 2: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Voice 1: It's okay. It's okay. You hah you did a good job hitting the lockdown. Not a lot of people would have been able to do that. Voice 2: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Voice 1: You thought of other's safety first. You acted for them first. That is incredible. Voice 2: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Voice 1: I want you to know that I mean that. Voice 2: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Voice 1: You saved lives. It's okay. You did the right thing. Chin up. Hey. Chin up. Hey. Wake up. Wake up. Voice 2: Sorry. Thank you. Voice 1: It's okay. It's okay if you're getting tired. You did good. It won't hurt. It won't hurt. Don't worry about it. Go with it. Maybe I'll be here when you wake up. Hey. Chin up. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Please speak to use the transcriber. Voice 1: I remember. Hey. I remembered what they said way back when I started here. Please speak to use the transcriber. Voice 1: It wasn't every day is a blessing. They used to say every death is a blessing. And they used to say one hundred for one is a very fair trade. The death of a member of The Foundation means a hundred civilian lives saved. Please speak to use the transcriber. Voice 1: Kind of. Fucked up. Kind of fucked up if you ask me. Please speak to use the transcriber. Voice 1: I tried. Hey. Hear me. Whoever is there. I tried. I did good. I can live with that. I can die with that. Please speak to use the transcriber. Please speak to use the transcriber. Please speak to use the transcriber. Powering down. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7677" by TheyCallMeTim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7677. Licensed under CC-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-7678 | keter | After I was crucified, the world was not lit. I was left hanging by my children, for real. Item#: 7678 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-7678 posts should be labeled as misinformation before the account is deactivated. Description: SCP-7678 is a group of social media accounts with the username "Jesus Christ" which are present across ~40% of social media websites. These include, but are not limited to, Twitter,1 Reddit, and Tumblr. These accounts radiate high amounts of digital Akiva radiation2, and it is currently unknown if the accounts are operated by the biblical figure. SCP-7678 accounts typically attempt to spread Christian values, often using slang terms and incorrectly using features built into the website that they are using. Upon an SCP-7678 account being deactivated, it will reactivate ~72 hours later. The image associated with SCP-7678. There are no known hazards present in the image. Discovery: SCP-7678 was discovered on 23/02/2023 when an excerpt from the Bible was placed on every website. This excerpt, Genesis 11:7, details the action of God separating a unified language into several languages. The purpose of this is currently unknown, but the image has the same digital Akiva radiation signature as all SCP-7678 messages. Using this Akiva radiation signature, Foundation webcrawlers were able to find the source, now recognized as SCP-7678. A disinformation campaign describing the image as a cyber-attack was successful. Update: Based on messages sent by SCP-7678 following the discovery, it is theorized that SCP-7678 might have seen this image and misinterpreted it. Addendum 7678.1: Below is the first post that SCP-7678 made to the subreddit "r/atheism." r/atheism • 10 hr. ago by Jesus Christ Accept Me As Your Savior I'm sure you've all heard of me. I am Jesus Christ, God the Son. I know you haven't heard from me in a while. This is because I have been taking a mental health break from humanity. Now that I am back, I have a received a glow-up. After I was crucified, the world was not lit. I was left hanging by my children, for real. None of it was a vibe. Now, I have come back to absolve you all of your sins once more. When I first returned, I found something truly shocking. Belief On God is being slept on! You are all simping for Twitch streamers instead of stanning the true Lord. If you believed in God, you would realize that it hits different. I understand that all of you in this subreddit are atheists, which means you do not believe in God. This is a big yikes, and I hope to fix that. .-1.2k. 531 Comments Share Report Sort by: Best ⮟ 531 comments AwesomeAtheist • 9 hr. ago While I appreciate the dedication, please shut the fuck up. This goes against rule 1, go fuck yourself. .269. 54 Comments Share ••• Following this, SCP-7678 was banned from the atheism subreddit for "roleplaying." 72 hours later, the anomaly reappeared and began repeating the phrase "this ain't it, chief." Addendum 7678.2: Below is the first post that SCP-7678 made to the popular social media website, Tumblr. Jesus Christ So I was reading the bible the other day because my dad owns it and I died for your sins before I could see how he represented me, (which is kinda your fault) and I'm confused. If you all started using "AD" after I died, what do you do now that I'm back? #thebible #jesusisthebest #loveme #ongod #why are so many people drawing me #oh God what are these pictures 1,464,214 notes The message was widely perceived as satire. Soon after posting, SCP-7678 left the site. Notably, SCP-7678 appears to have stopped using slang terms. Analyzing the replies to its original r/atheism post indicate that this change was made due to insults directed at the anomaly. Addendum 7678.3: On 17/07/2023, an SCP-7678 account posted a message to Twitter asking for a blue checkmark next to it's username. This is typically used to display the officiality of an account. Jesus @therealsavior ••• Hello, my children of Twitter. It has recently come to my attention that people think I'm fake. Upon consulting the Twitter commandments, I have found that the best way to fix this is by getting a blue checkmark next to my name. I have talked to my Father and he has agreed to let one of you into heaven if you buy me a checkmark. 2:43 AM · July 17, 2023 · 1 M Views 1,902 Retweets 97 Quote Tweets 28.1 K Likes Tim @tim69420 · July 22 Replying to @therealsavior Why would anybody do that. Stop roleplaying, wake up, and stay in the real world. ••• Jesus @therealsavior · July 22 Replying to @tim69420 My child, Timothy Smith, I know your life might seem awful living at 138 Cypress Lane, Dallas, Texas, but things can get better if you just accept me into your life. ••• Tim @tim69420 · July 22 Replying to @therealsavior I don't know how the fuck you know that, but I'm reporting you. Enjoy the ban, loser. ••• Jesus @therealsavior · July 22 Replying to @tim69420 I don't think your mother, who goes to my father's house every Sunday to pray for your father who is currently battling cancer, would approve. ••• Tim @tim69420 · July 22 Replying to @tim69420 Reported to Twitter and to the police. You're a fucking creep. fox.com Why the wave of Jesus impersonators is ruining Christianity… ••• Incident 7678.1: On 09/08/2023, multiple messages were sent to all Foundation staff by SCP-7678. It is currently unknown how SCP-7678 managed to force his phone number to display as "Jesus Christ" despite it not being saved in any researchers' phones. Given the circumstances surrounding the messages, the irrelevant messages have been highlighted. Jesus Christ Hello. This is Jesus Christ, the we clawed savior. Yes, I have slid into your Sorry, it sent. I'm not used asking to why voice text Is that… Miley Cyrus? Sorry, speech to text always picks up songs. Let me wrecking turn it ball off Yes, I have slid into your DMs. No, I am not trolling you. You might've heard about my contributions to saving your souls, which is why I'm wondering why you want to "contain" me. I am trying to help. While we are sorry for the inconvenience that we've presented in obstructing your goals, you have to understand that you are anomalous, and we can't allow you to continue. Please turn yourself in before permanent actions are taken. brb Following these messages, all water in every Foundation site was suddenly transformed into red wine for 24 hours. While the exact mechanisms behind this change are unknown, the wine was genetically identical to every human. Additionally, the last message sent by SCP-7678 had a digital locational tag attached which matched Vatican City. A proposal for an MTF expedition into Vatican City to retrieve the anomaly is pending. PoI-7678 "Jesus Christ" is now considered an enemy of the Foundation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7678" by AwhRyan, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7678. Licensed under CC-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: 50001229917_66544ec16a_q,jpg Name: atheism.png Author: Ittmust License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/66944824@N05/50001229917 Filename: 3392966849_f8762e4e36_q.jpg Name: jesus.png Author: angelofsweetbitter2009 License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://openverse.org/image/57ee5922-903c-45a2-8d2c-d318fb3902d9?q=jesus Filename: 49267067946_e07a981073_q.jpg Name: basicbitch.png Author: Кирилл Чеботарь License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://flickr.com/photos/126488699@N05/49267067946/ Filename: 01_Gen_11_07.jpg Name: babel.png Author: BibleHub License: Public Domain Footnotes 1. Recently rebranded as "X" 2. While registering as normal Akiva radiation, it is currently unknown how it is able to be transmitted online. It is theorized that this is another effect of SCP-7678 |
SCP-7678 | uncontained | After I was crucified, the world was not lit. I was left hanging by my children, for real. Item#: 7678 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-7678 posts should be labeled as misinformation before the account is deactivated. Description: SCP-7678 is a group of social media accounts with the username "Jesus Christ" which are present across ~40% of social media websites. These include, but are not limited to, Twitter,1 Reddit, and Tumblr. These accounts radiate high amounts of digital Akiva radiation2, and it is currently unknown if the accounts are operated by the biblical figure. SCP-7678 accounts typically attempt to spread Christian values, often using slang terms and incorrectly using features built into the website that they are using. Upon an SCP-7678 account being deactivated, it will reactivate ~72 hours later. The image associated with SCP-7678. There are no known hazards present in the image. Discovery: SCP-7678 was discovered on 23/02/2023 when an excerpt from the Bible was placed on every website. This excerpt, Genesis 11:7, details the action of God separating a unified language into several languages. The purpose of this is currently unknown, but the image has the same digital Akiva radiation signature as all SCP-7678 messages. Using this Akiva radiation signature, Foundation webcrawlers were able to find the source, now recognized as SCP-7678. A disinformation campaign describing the image as a cyber-attack was successful. Update: Based on messages sent by SCP-7678 following the discovery, it is theorized that SCP-7678 might have seen this image and misinterpreted it. Addendum 7678.1: Below is the first post that SCP-7678 made to the subreddit "r/atheism." r/atheism • 10 hr. ago by Jesus Christ Accept Me As Your Savior I'm sure you've all heard of me. I am Jesus Christ, God the Son. I know you haven't heard from me in a while. This is because I have been taking a mental health break from humanity. Now that I am back, I have a received a glow-up. After I was crucified, the world was not lit. I was left hanging by my children, for real. None of it was a vibe. Now, I have come back to absolve you all of your sins once more. When I first returned, I found something truly shocking. Belief On God is being slept on! You are all simping for Twitch streamers instead of stanning the true Lord. If you believed in God, you would realize that it hits different. I understand that all of you in this subreddit are atheists, which means you do not believe in God. This is a big yikes, and I hope to fix that. .-1.2k. 531 Comments Share Report Sort by: Best ⮟ 531 comments AwesomeAtheist • 9 hr. ago While I appreciate the dedication, please shut the fuck up. This goes against rule 1, go fuck yourself. .269. 54 Comments Share ••• Following this, SCP-7678 was banned from the atheism subreddit for "roleplaying." 72 hours later, the anomaly reappeared and began repeating the phrase "this ain't it, chief." Addendum 7678.2: Below is the first post that SCP-7678 made to the popular social media website, Tumblr. Jesus Christ So I was reading the bible the other day because my dad owns it and I died for your sins before I could see how he represented me, (which is kinda your fault) and I'm confused. If you all started using "AD" after I died, what do you do now that I'm back? #thebible #jesusisthebest #loveme #ongod #why are so many people drawing me #oh God what are these pictures 1,464,214 notes The message was widely perceived as satire. Soon after posting, SCP-7678 left the site. Notably, SCP-7678 appears to have stopped using slang terms. Analyzing the replies to its original r/atheism post indicate that this change was made due to insults directed at the anomaly. Addendum 7678.3: On 17/07/2023, an SCP-7678 account posted a message to Twitter asking for a blue checkmark next to it's username. This is typically used to display the officiality of an account. Jesus @therealsavior ••• Hello, my children of Twitter. It has recently come to my attention that people think I'm fake. Upon consulting the Twitter commandments, I have found that the best way to fix this is by getting a blue checkmark next to my name. I have talked to my Father and he has agreed to let one of you into heaven if you buy me a checkmark. 2:43 AM · July 17, 2023 · 1 M Views 1,902 Retweets 97 Quote Tweets 28.1 K Likes Tim @tim69420 · July 22 Replying to @therealsavior Why would anybody do that. Stop roleplaying, wake up, and stay in the real world. ••• Jesus @therealsavior · July 22 Replying to @tim69420 My child, Timothy Smith, I know your life might seem awful living at 138 Cypress Lane, Dallas, Texas, but things can get better if you just accept me into your life. ••• Tim @tim69420 · July 22 Replying to @therealsavior I don't know how the fuck you know that, but I'm reporting you. Enjoy the ban, loser. ••• Jesus @therealsavior · July 22 Replying to @tim69420 I don't think your mother, who goes to my father's house every Sunday to pray for your father who is currently battling cancer, would approve. ••• Tim @tim69420 · July 22 Replying to @tim69420 Reported to Twitter and to the police. You're a fucking creep. fox.com Why the wave of Jesus impersonators is ruining Christianity… ••• Incident 7678.1: On 09/08/2023, multiple messages were sent to all Foundation staff by SCP-7678. It is currently unknown how SCP-7678 managed to force his phone number to display as "Jesus Christ" despite it not being saved in any researchers' phones. Given the circumstances surrounding the messages, the irrelevant messages have been highlighted. Jesus Christ Hello. This is Jesus Christ, the we clawed savior. Yes, I have slid into your Sorry, it sent. I'm not used asking to why voice text Is that… Miley Cyrus? Sorry, speech to text always picks up songs. Let me wrecking turn it ball off Yes, I have slid into your DMs. No, I am not trolling you. You might've heard about my contributions to saving your souls, which is why I'm wondering why you want to "contain" me. I am trying to help. While we are sorry for the inconvenience that we've presented in obstructing your goals, you have to understand that you are anomalous, and we can't allow you to continue. Please turn yourself in before permanent actions are taken. brb Following these messages, all water in every Foundation site was suddenly transformed into red wine for 24 hours. While the exact mechanisms behind this change are unknown, the wine was genetically identical to every human. Additionally, the last message sent by SCP-7678 had a digital locational tag attached which matched Vatican City. A proposal for an MTF expedition into Vatican City to retrieve the anomaly is pending. PoI-7678 "Jesus Christ" is now considered an enemy of the Foundation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7678" by AwhRyan, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7678. Licensed under CC-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: 50001229917_66544ec16a_q,jpg Name: atheism.png Author: Ittmust License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/66944824@N05/50001229917 Filename: 3392966849_f8762e4e36_q.jpg Name: jesus.png Author: angelofsweetbitter2009 License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://openverse.org/image/57ee5922-903c-45a2-8d2c-d318fb3902d9?q=jesus Filename: 49267067946_e07a981073_q.jpg Name: basicbitch.png Author: Кирилл Чеботарь License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://flickr.com/photos/126488699@N05/49267067946/ Filename: 01_Gen_11_07.jpg Name: babel.png Author: BibleHub License: Public Domain Footnotes 1. Recently rebranded as "X" 2. While registering as normal Akiva radiation, it is currently unknown how it is able to be transmitted online. It is theorized that this is another effect of SCP-7678 |
SCP-7679 | esoteric-class | Subject: SCP-7679 Date: February 2nd, 2024 Forward: The following footage was taken as part of the orientation of Agent David "Davy" Davidson into MTF Chi-58 ("Dreamscrapers"). It is believed to be the final footage of SCP-7679. Footage was recorded by Agent Senna "Sunny" Abebe's bodycam. Both agents are referred to using their codenames in the transcription. <Begin log> [Agents Sunny and Davy approach the entrance to Site-58's Department of Zoological Studies.] Davy: And that's a daily thing? Like every day? Sunny: We get a break from it about once every two weeks. It's not a scheduled thing, but sometimes you can distract him for a bit. Anyway, we won't assign you to that case for a bit, not until you're more versed in all… this. We're going to have you focus on real-world side guys first, like Chuck. Davy: Chuck? Sunny: God of Weather and Seasons, for the eastern US anyway. He's an adorable little guy, but Caraway can tell you more. [They enter into the department past the security doors. After a few minutes, they make their way to Zoological Containment Chamber 7073. There they find Dr. Faran Caraway thrashing about on the ground trying and failing to remove a goose from his tail. He notices the new arrivals and quickly rises to his feet. The goose remains attached to his tail.] Caraway: Hey! Sorry about that, I didn't realize I had visitors today. Sunny: No worries, we didn't formally schedule this. I was running Davy here through orientation and figured we might as well show him some of the gods we have in containment on this side. [Davy gives an awkward wave.] Caraway: Which one were you hoping to see? Ranbar the Scourge isn't around right now, but everyone else should be here. Davy: Ranbar the Scourge…? Sunny: God of Theatrics. Looks like a swan and tends to direct Site-58's community theatre programs. Anyway no, we wanted to see Chuck. Caraway: Sure, sure. Just help me get this… delightful little guy off of me and I'll take you right over. [Sunny approaches the goose, who immediately detaches from Caraway's tail and eyes her with an open beak.] Sunny: …Good now? Caraway: No, he's furious. [The goose screams before charging the agents. Agent Sunny sidesteps it, allowing it to tackle Davy to the ground. They manage to hold it away from their body as it continues to hiss and screech, buffeting them with its wings. Dr. Caraway is able to restrain it, and motions for the agents to flee the room. They do so, fleeing to the hallway and shutting the security door. Caraway exits a few minutes later, with several bruises and bite marks across his arms.] Caraway: Let's just get over to Chuck. [Caraway guides the agents over to Zoological Containment Chamber 7679.] Caraway: Chuck's a nice guy, but try not to spook him. Last time someone did, it snowed in Florida for a week. [Caraway unlocks and opens the door, and the group enters.] Caraway: Sorry to bother you, Chuck! I just have a few visit- [They see SCP-7679 sprawled across the floor, unmoving. Several parts of its body appear to be in the process of dissolving, exposing muscle tissue and bones.] Davy: Is he… supposed to look like that? Sunny: Absolutely not. [Thunder can be heard from outside.] Caraway: This is bad. Very very bad. Item#: SCP-7679 Level4 Containment Class: draugr Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-7679 Special Containment Procedures: Current efforts are underway to recover SCP-7679's soul from the Dreamscape1. Until it is able to be recovered, Foundation efforts are to focus on providing disaster relief to areas directly affected by SCP-7679's passing. SCP-7679's corpse and former containment chamber remain under the custody of Site-58's Department of Zoological Studies. Description: SCP-7679 refers to the corpse of a Marmota Monax.2 SCP-7679 was sapient and capable of limited communication, referring to itself as "Chuck Storms." In life, SCP-7679 was responsible for maintaining weather patterns over the eastern United States. SCP-7679 was incredibly long-lived. At the time of its passing, SCP-7679 is believed to have been approximately 137 years old. Addendum 7679.1: Recovery Mission Debrief: SCP-7679 was declared neutralized on February 2nd, 2024. Its death follows the death of three other anomalies believed to originate from the Dreamscape that occurred over a period of 2 weeks. Believed to be a trend, an emergency meeting between Site-58 director Gerald Scarborough and active members of MTF Chi-58 ("Dreamscrapers"). The meeting has been transcribed below. Meeting Transcript Date: February 3rd, 2024 Present: Dir. Gerald Scarborough, Spero "Rusty" Alejo, Senna "Sunny" Abebe, Kiku "Chrissy" Watanabe, Ori "Ori" Fling, David "Davy" Davidson <Begin Log> Dir. Scarborough: So I suppose you're all wondering why I've gathered you here today- Rusty: No. Chrissy: No. Ori: No. Sunny: Also no. Davy: I, um, was wondering actually. Dir. Scarborough: Fine, I'll cut to the chase. That's the third "god" dead in the past month- Chrissy: Two weeks. Dir. Scarborough: Two weeks, which is objectively worse by the way. That's the third one dead with no rhyme or reason to it, and like all the ones before it, it's literally fizzling out. First, I need a status report on the other ones we have. Is anyone giving us any sign that they're about to keel over? Rusty: I did a sweep last night of the usual info sources in the Dreamscape. A few are feeling weaker than usual, but they're also representing the less critical domains. Dir. Scarborough: Meaning? Rusty: Conceptually people have a weaker grasp on who they are and what they represent. The weaker the grasp people have of them as a concept, the weaker they'll be as individuals. Since people don't tend to think about the concept of "bug zappers" very often, I'm not particularly shocked that the God of Bug Zappers is feeling weak right now. Sunny: Good pun! Rusty: What? Dir. Scarborough: Focus. What about the ones we have at 58? Chrissy: I did that sweep last night too. Botulae has been off according to Dr. Rosemary. Aside from that though, everyone else seems fine. Dir. Scarborough: So that leaves us stuck then. Zoological Studies give you that report? Sunny: I got it. Chuck was totally fine earlier yesterday morning. They even got to do the shadow check like expected. Six more weeks of winter, by the way. Dir. Scarborough: Have any of you actually looked at the forecasts? [Everyone gathered shakes their heads.] Dir. Scarborough: Take a look. [Dir. Scarborough turns on the conference room television and turns it to a local weather broadcast.] Reporter: It is currently projected that temps will continue to rise through the Nanticoke area as this sudden storm cell passes through. It is unclear how long this storm will continue for- [Dir. Scarborough changes the channel to a national broadcast.] Reporter: Currently, city authorities are mobilizing to respond to the sudden storm front. Recommendations currently are that all residents follow standard hurricane prep procedures and prepare as wind speeds increase and rain continues- Dir. Scarborough: We're lucky here in Nanticoke that it's just a freak thunderstorm. I'm getting reports from Foundation sites across the eastern seaboard of freak weather. Hurricanes in February, snowstorms in freaking New Orleans, and at least one tornado that touched down for a few minutes in Charleston. We're lucky things are pretty benign overall right now, but if this is the result of SCP-7679 kicking the bucket we have a fucking problem. Davy: This is due to SCP-7679 dying? [Dir. Scarborough glares at Davy.] Dir. Scarborough: What else could it be? This all started right after the rat died. Unless you have a better explanation, don't ask stupid questions, please. [Davy sinks into their chair and chews at their thumb.] Dir. Scarborough: Let's just get to the point. We've had a few "gods" die, and this one is actively causing problems. It's on you all need to fix this and fix it fast. Chrissy: Excuse me, hold on. Why exactly is this our problem to handle? SCP-7679 was under the purview of the Zoological Studies Department, we just ran check-ins. Dir. Scarborough: Because 7679 was from the Dreamscape, and that's your purview. You all are responsible for figuring out how to solve this. Chrissy: That's a ridiculous demand to force onto my team! We don't even know where to start- Ori: Actually, we might. [Ori places a sheet of paper down on the table. An intricate sigil is drawn on it.] Dir. Scarborough: The hell is this? Ori: This is Chuck's sigil. It represents his power as a god. If he was well and truly dead, it wouldn't do this- Thaumaturgic sigil associated with SCP-7679 [Ori mutters something unintelligible under their breath. The sigil begins to glow, and a slight breeze blows through the conference room.] Ori: There's still power in his sigil, meaning he's not completely dead. Sunny: Are you sure? I'm pretty sure we saw him very much dead and dissolving. Rusty: He's still in the Dreamscape. Dir. Scarborough: Oh good lord, that is vital information. Why the hell are you just telling us now?! Rusty: You didn't ask earlier. You wanted a report on other gods. Chrissy: Excuse Rusty, Director. I'll handle this. Rusty, what info did you get on Chuck? Rusty: I got reports from the Dreamscape that one of Mammon's people spotted Chuck. I wasn't able to get much beyond that, and I don't have clearance to parley with Mammon. Dir. Scarborough: We can work with this. Here are your orders, then. I want two of you to go and parley with Mammon. Find SCP-7679, bring it back, and fix this mess. The rest of you are on crisis management until then. Keep things as under control as possible and make sure we don't have another surprise neutralization. Ori: Surprise Draugr. Neutralized means the anomaly is no longer anomalous, Draugr means that even though it died it's still affecting- Dir. Scarborough: Respectfully, shut the fuck up. Get to work. Following this meeting, Agents Sunny and Davy were assigned to SCP-7679 recovery. All other agents of MTF Chi-58 were assigned to disaster relief efforts, with commander Chrissy serving as leader. Recovered footage <Begin log> Davy: Come on, Sunny! This is insane, they want us to parlay with some demon lord thing?! Sunny: Are you doubting my ability to be an effective leader? Davy: No! I'm doubting my ability to be an effective support! There's "green" and there's "moss-covered fish tank", and I'm definitely the latter. Why not assign one of the more experienced agents to this? [Agent Sunny shrugs.] Sunny: Scarborough is an enigma sometimes. My best guess? He wants the experienced ones to stay on the real side to handle the stuff that will directly affect the general public. Our mission is more important, but we're also dealing with the less immediately visible stuff. Just leave the talking to me and you'll be fine. [They approach a large mirror.] Sunny: Alright, got your tattoo already, right? [Agent Davy rolls up their sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a crescent moon with a single line across the center on their forearm.] Sunny: Good. Just follow what I do. [Agent Sunny bites firmly into her left thumb, drawing blood. Agent Davy recoils.] Davy: What the hell?! [Agent Sunny rolls up her sleeve, revealing an identical tattoo to Agent Davy on her arm. She traces it with her bleeding thumb.] Sunny: Oh come on, Davy. Blood magic shouldn't be a new concept for you, right? Davy: N-no, but- Sunny: Listen, Davy, I need you to do exactly as instructed if you want this mission to be successful. None of this hesitant waffling newbie stuff. You were consigned to this team for a reason, so it's time to get to work. [Davy holds their left thumb up to their mouth and gently bites down.] Davy: Like thith? Sunny: Harder, you need to actually draw blood. [Davy bites down firmly before yanking their thumb out and yelping.] Sunny: There you go! …And you get used to it, trust me. Anyway, trace the tattoo, then approach the mirror. Then, just walk right on through. [Agent Sunny turns and steps through the mirror, disappearing. Agent Davy does as instructed, and follows suit, passing through the mirror. When their camera readjusts, they appear to be in a boreal forest, surrounded by large pines. Small orbs of blue light float about the area, rising from the ground as the agents walk by. Snow is falling, settling into a thin layer on the ground. Agent Sunny approaches one of the orbs of light and gives it a gentle smile. It flashes in response before floating off.] Davy: This is…? Sunny: The Dreamscape, yeah. Part of it, anyway. You don't seem impressed. Davy: I guess I expected something more… fantastical? [Davy picks a rock off the ground. It hisses. Davy yelps and drops it, allowing it to skitter away.] Sunny: Like I said, this is just part of it. This is a world of the human mind. Some parts of it will be fairly grounded in reality like over here, while others, well, let's just say it can get pretty crazy the deeper you go. Don't take anything at face value, though. Dreams are weird things after all. Davy: Duly noted. [Davy wipes their hands on their pants and follows Sunny as she begins walking. Every few minutes they poke at one of the blue orbs, which dance away from their fingers.] Davy: How do we find Mammon anyway? Sunny: There's a common smuggling route up ahead. If he's not there, I'm sure his crows will be. [The agents approach a clearing. There, they find a murder of crows surrounding a truck. The truck appears to have a blown-out tire, and several shiny objects have fallen out of its trunk. The crows caw angrily at one another as they attempt to recover the objects and repair the damage.] Davy: Oh, literal crows. I thought it was some gang name thing. Sunny: Like I said, let me handle the talking. [Agent Sunny approaches a crow and grabs it by the legs, lifting it to her face and dangling it upside down. The other crows scatter, flying into nearby trees.] File photo of Zacharias Sunny: Alright, Zacharias. Start squawking because I'm pretty sure I told you to keep your happy ass away from here. Zacharias: HEY! HEY! EASY! COME ON! Sunny: Talk. What are you doing over here? Zacharias: LISTEN I DIDN'T WANNA! OTHER QUICKEST ROUTE OVER IS NO GOOD. BOSS'S ORDERS. Sunny: What are you even moving? Drugs or just contraband? [She nods to Davy, who investigates the items on the ground.] Zacharias: NEW GUY? [Agent Sunny glares at Zacharias.] Davy: These are… bottle caps? Wait these are ALL bottle caps. I thought you said this was a smuggling operation? Sunny: It's supposed to be. So, Zachy, what's the deal here? Zacharias: I DUNNO A THING! [She shakes the crow.] Zacharias: HONEST! I SWEAR! I KNOW NOTHING! Sunny: Bullshit, Zachy. I know you AND Mammon well enough by now that you don't deal in things just because they're "shiny". Davy: Wait… Sunny: What's up? Davy: The tire tracks. They're covered in snow. Sunny: What about it? Davy: Look. It's not fresh or packed down, you can barely make out the treads. That means the truck has been here a while. [Sunny glares at Zacharias once more.] Zacharias: SO WHAT? BLOWN OUT TIRE. WE'VE BEEN HERE A BIT. WAITING ON BACKUP, NO SPARE. Sunny: Waiting for us, right? Zacharias: WHAT? Sunny: Davy, check the truck bed. Lemme know if you see anything that stands out. [Agent Davy approaches the truck bed.] Davy: I see the bag for the bottle caps and… [They move the bag aside.] Davy: A spare tire. Sunny: Funny thing, that. A spare tire. Zacharias: UHHH… Sunny: Speak. Now. Zacharias: BOSS HAS THE GOPHER GUY. TOOK HIM TO HQ. TOLD US TO STAY HERE AND DISTRACT FOUNDATION CREEPS. THAT'S ALL I SWEAR. [Agent Sunny throws Zacharias to the ground. He rolls over a few times before shaking himself off and taking to the trees.] Sunny: Well that makes part of this easier. That confirms that Rusty's information was good if nothing else. Davy: Sure, but what the hell would this Mammon guy want with the soul of… uh, what was his name? Sunny: Chuck Storms. And I have a few theories, but most boil down to pure capitalistic greed. The real issue now is the fact that he set up this stupid little ruse to distract us, which means we're on a timer of some kind right now. Davy: How long do we have? Sunny: No clue, so we can't waste time. Let's get moving because I have a theory that Mammon is going to throw some other bullshit at us. He's already decided to waste our time once with the stupidest distraction I've ever seen. ZACHARIAS! [Agent Sunny runs up to a tree and shoots her arm into the branches, fishing the crow out. She bites into her right thumb and traces a sigil onto the bird's back.] Recreation of thaumaturgic binding sigil drawn onto Zacharias. Zacharias: OI! OI OI OI! WHAT'S THAT ABOUT? Sunny: Little trick Ori taught me recently. You're going to take us to Mammon and ensure that we get in. Zacharias: LIKE HELL I AM! [The sigil glows bright red, and Agent Sunny lets Zacharias go. He immediately attempts to flee, managing to get approximately three meters from her before he's pulled back by an invisible force.] Zacharias: UNHAND ME, YOU WRETCH! YOU CANNOT CONTAIN ME! Sunny: Can, and did. I'll break the sigil once the mission is done, but until then you're with us, Zachy. [She turns to Davy.] Sunny: Let's move. Weather Report Location: Miami, Florida Phenomenon: Sudden tidal surge results in the coastline receding approximately 2km from the shore. Response: Citizens near the coastline evacuated in preparation for a potential tsunami. No tsunami was reported, and the coastline returned to normal 2 hours later. Location: Macon, Georgia Phenomenon: Wind gusts of upwards of 80 km were reported through the city, continuing intermittently for 3 hours. Response: Disaster relief team mobilized to respond to reported damages. Location: Bridgeport, Connecticut Phenomenon: Supercell thunderstorm suddenly manifested, dropping 0.9m of rain on the city in a half-hour period, in turn resulting in severe flash flooding through the area. Response: Available personnel in the area deployed to assist citizen disaster relief efforts. [A ringing sound is heard. Agent Sunny checks her watch before groaning.] Sunny: It's Director Scarborough. Hold on. Zacharias: PUT ME ON. I HAVE COMPLAINTS. [She taps the screen on her watch, and an image of Director Scarborough appears.] Dir. Scarborough: Status report you two. Zacharias: I AM BEING DETAINED AGAINST MY WILL. I HAVE NOT BEEN READ MY RIGHTS. [Agent Sunny clamps Zacharias's beak shut with her hand.] Sunny: Mammon definitely has Chuck. He set up this stupid distraction with his crows. [Zacharias breaks free of Sunny's grip.] Zacharias: AND IT WORKED. Dir. Scarborough: Well hurry the hell up. We're getting more freak weather by the hour, Screamy is losing its mind with predictions, and the number of available personnel is dwindling. I need results and I need them yesterday. Get moving. [Dir. Scarborough hangs up.] Zacharias: I DON'T APPRECIATE THAT HE IGNORED ME. [Davy paces back and forth, chewing the end of their thumb.] Davy: So, where exactly do we need to go now? Sunny: Mammon's HQ. Good news is that it shouldn't be terribly far from where we are now, assuming it hasn't moved. It hasn't, right, Zachy? Zacharias: MY BEAK IS SEALED. [Agent Sunny makes a fake lunge towards Zacharias. Zacharias finches, covering his face with his wings and cawing.] Zacharias: IT HASN'T MOVED I SWEAR! PLEASE DON'T BLOW ME UP! Sunny: …Should be a short climb down the cliffs and a nice hike through the tunnels. Davy: Cliffs? [They approach the edge of the forest, which is surrounded by a sheer cliff looking across into apparent nothingness. Looking down, the camera is unable to identify a clear bottom. Davy steps back.] Davy: No way, you cannot be serious. We have to climb down THAT? Sunny: Yup. It's not as bad as it looks, promise. I've done it a few times. Davy: Sunny I'm not sure if you've noticed but your arms are the size of my head. I wouldn't call myself weak, but- Zacharias: YOUR ARMS ARE LIKE SOFT NOODLES. YOU'RE A WEAK NOODLE-PERSON. [Agent Sunny flicks Zacharias. He squeals and recoils, bringing his wings up to his beak and rubbing it dramatically.] Sunny: That's your only warning, bird. [She turns to Agent Davy.] Sunny: The only way to learn how to do something is to try it. Do you trust me? Davy: Sure, but- Sunny: And I trust you. Davy: Thanks? Sunny: So if you trust me and I trust you, that means that everything is going to be just fine. I'll go down first, that way if something does happen, I can catch you. [She approaches the cliff, Zacharias being dragged along the ground behind her. She begins descending the cliff. Zacharias is dragged to the edge and pulled over the side before he can attempt to take flight. The sound of panicked cawing is heard from below.] [Agent Davy approaches the cliff and carefully lowers themself down. They grab the first outcrop they can find and anchor their arms and legs.] Sunny: That's it. Just like that, Davy. Focus on your body and nothing else. [Agent Davy takes a deep breath and slowly releases it. They move their right leg down with extreme caution before it anchors onto another ledge. They continue this, moving slowly down the cliffside with careful movements. A few minutes into descending, their foot slips off of its hold. Davy yelps.] Sunny: Calm yourself, take a breath. You still have the wall, focus on your grip. You can do this, Davy. Davy: I- Sunny: You can do this, Davy. [Agent Davy pauses, testing their grip against the cliff before finding a new foothold for their foot. They secure themself and continue their descent until they finally set down on solid ground. They leap from the wall and lay on the ground, rubbing their face in the red-tinted grass.] Davy: That freaking SUCKED! Zacharias: I FELT LIKE I WAS FALLING FOREVER. THIS IS MY PERSONAL HELL. Sunny: You did really well, Davy. I'm proud of you. Zacharias: I STOPPED SWEARING HALFWAY DOWN. ARE YOU PROUD OF ME? [Davy looks up. The camera is unable to pick up any clear details on the environment more than a few meters off the ground.] Sunny: Let's take a short break, huh? I'm sure you could use a rest after that. Davy: It's weird. Sunny: What's that? Davy: I just realized I don't think I've seen the sky once since we got here. Sunny: Oh yeah, this place doesn't have one. [Agent Sunny sits, crossing her legs. She pats the ground beside her, motioning for Davy to join. Zacharias attempts to take the spot but Sunny shoves him aside, allowing Davy to sit. Zacharias huffs.] Sunny: Guess we're still in the middle of your orientation, huh? No better way to learn than by doing and all that. What did you do before joining us, anyway? Davy: I was an anomalous cultures scholar over at 120. Sunny: What was the work like? [Davy shrugs.] Davy: It was fine. I didn't spearhead anything, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy learning about the Fae and Yeren and such. Sunny: Buuuuut? Davy: But what? Zacharias: SHE'S IMPLYING YOU WERE A MISERABLE ASSHOLE. NOT LIKE THAT'S CHANGED. Sunny: I'm implying that something was missing there that made you apply here. [Davy shrugs.] Davy: I just wanted a change of scenery. That's all. Did I need some deeper answer for it? Besides, I couldn't pass up a chance to do proper fieldwork. [Agent Sunny rolls her eyes.] Sunny: Fine, keep your secrets. If scenery is what you want, though, remind me to show you one of the more surrealistic areas. Remember what I said earlier? Some places get WILD. Zacharias: SHIT THAT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'VE BEEN RUN THROUGH A BLENDER. [Agent Sunny stands up and stretches.] Sunny: I gotta pee before we keep moving. So… [She licks her thumb and rubs at the sigil on Zacharias for a moment. He caws in disapproval as he's handed to Davy.] Sunny: He's bound to you now. Keep an eye on him until I come back. Zacharias: I'M NOT SOME CHEAP FLOOZY YOU CAN JUST PAWN OFF ON OTHER PEOPLE. Sunny: Can it princess, and behave while I'm gone. [Agent Sunny heads off, leaving Davy and Zacharias alone. The two sit in awkward silence for several minutes, occasionally exchanging glances. Zacharias eventually speaks up.] Zacharias: HOW ABOUT THIS WEATHER? Davy: What about it? Zacharias: COME ON. WORK WITH ME HERE. Davy: …Ok. The weather is… nice? I guess? Zacharias: THE WEATHER IS SHIT. AND YOU'RE SHIT AT SMALL TALK. Davy: You're the one who started talking first! Zacharias: YEAH AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO HOLD UP THEIR END OF THE SOCIAL BARGAIN. Davy: So is everyone from the Dreamscape an asshole or are you just a special case? [Zacharias throws up his wings in feigned innocence.] Zacharias: WORDS HURT, HUMAN. BUT IF IT HELPS, I'M SPECIAL. NOT TO IMPLY THERE AREN'T ASSHOLES HERE, LOTS OF THE GODS THAT CALL THIS PLACE HOME ARE REAL MOTHERFUCKERLY TYPES. BUT I'M A SPECIAL TYPE OF ASSHOLE. Davy: Oh really? How so? Zacharias: I'M ENDEARING. Davy: Can't say I agree. [Zacharias hops over to Davy and climbs onto their leg, turning his head to the side and clicking his beak.] Zacharias: COME ON, YOU CAN'T SAY YOU AREN'T A LITTLE TURNED TO THE CHARMS. [Davy cracks a smile before nudging Zacharias off.] Davy: Nope, not a bit. Zacharias: AH, SO SUNNY'S YOUR FANCY THEN. FAIR ENOUGH, LOTS OF PEOPLE I KNOW WANT TO BE BRUTALIZED BY A BIG STRONG WOMAN. OR BLOWN UP. MYSELF NOT SO MUCH, BUT- Davy: No? One, I don't want to hear whatever it is you were planning to say, and two I don't feel like that. I've only known the woman for like… a day. She's nice, and I think she's a friend, but that's about the extent of it. I honestly have no clue where you got that idea from. Zacharias: DUDE I KNOW, I WAS JUST FUCKING WITH YOU. [Zacharias makes a chittering sound that sounds almost like laughter.] Zacharias: YOU'RE LUCKY EITHER WAY. Davy: Why's that? [Zacharias shakes his head.] Zacharias: IT'S NOTHING. JUST ENJOY WHAT YOU'VE GOT GOING ON, FOUNDATION. Sunny: And what do they have exactly, Zachy? Zacharias: GAH! THE WITCH RETURNS! BEGONE, HARLOT. WE WERE HAVING INSIGHTFUL CONVERSATIONS. Sunny: Well enough insightful conversation, time to move. Scarborough has been blowing up my watch with weather reports and things aren't looking great. It's currently 103 degrees Fahrenheit in Calais, Maine which is a bit more than "unseasonably warm" for them right now. Davy: Do I need to do something to Zacharias's sigil thing to set him back to you? [Agent Sunny waves a hand dismissively.] Sunny: Nah, keep him for now. Consider him a training exercise. He can teach you how to negotiate with some of the more difficult customers we deal with. Zacharias: YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME NOW, BITCH. BUCKLE UP. Sunny: You have my approval to flick, smack, punch, and otherwise cause Zachy physical harm in response to his nonsense though. Zacharias: THIS IS AN EGREGIOUS VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS. I'M CALLING MY LAWYER. Weather Report Location: Elizabeth City, North Carolina Phenomenon: Repeated temperature fluctuations between -5 degrees Celsius and 36 degrees Celsius. Response: Citizens are instructed to remain indoors until temperatures stabilize. Location: Westerly, Rhode Island Phenomenon: Standard easterly winds suddenly shift to westerly winds through the local area. Response: None needed. The shift was largely unnoticed by citizens. Location: Nanticoke, Pennsylvania Phenomenon: A sudden storm drops 287 American bullfrogs (Lithobates catesbeianus) over the town. All instances die from the impact. Response: Available Site-58 personnel participate in the cleaning of frog viscera from the town. Public spaces of Site-58 are opened to provide medical care to any injured during the event. [Zacharias leads the Agents to a sheer cliff face. He pauses and looks back before flinching in response to a sharp glare from Agent Sunny. He traces a circle and series of lines into the ground with his talons before pushing on the wall. The wall warps at his touch, deforming before a circle of the rock face vanishes revealing a tunnel.] Sunny: Any nonsense we need to be aware of before we enter, Zachy? Zacharias: YOU'LL GET NOTHING FROM ME, HARLOT. IF YOU DIE A PAINFUL DEATH IN THERE I VIEW IT AS A NET POSITIVE. Sunny: I take that to mean that if there is something to worry about, you wouldn't know? Zacharias: …YES. Davy: Didn't you all come through here to get to the clearing earlier? Zacharias: HOW IN THE GOLDEN HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET A TRUCK UP THE CLIFFS? Davy: Wait if you came from your HQ with a truck, and you can't get a truck up the cliffs, then why are we going this way instead of the way you came from? Sunny: They drove the truck up the cliff, don't let him confuse you. Ever heard the expression "Driving me up a wall"? Davy: Of course. Sunny: Think literally here. There's a reason these crows are insufferable bastards. Put enough of them in one place, and with Dreamscape rules they can literally drive each other up a wall. [Zacharias sits with an expression of smug satisfaction.] Davy: Now that I think about it, why didn't we just take their truck? They had a spare tire. Zacharias: BECAUSE THE OTHER FUCKWADS IN THE MURDER SKEDADDLED THE SECOND THAT BEAR OF A WOMAN SHOWED UP. I KNOW THAT I'M AMAZING AND PERFECT, BUT MY CHARMS AREN'T ENOUGH TO DRIVE US BACK DOWN THE WAY WE CAME. THAT SAID IF YOU WANT ME TO TRY AND DRIVE YOU UP A WALL I HAVE A COUPLE OF FANTASTIC STORIES ABOUT- [Davy clamps Zacharias's beak shut before looking back to Sunny.] Sunny: We really need to stop letting ourselves get distracted. Davy, I appreciate the curiosity but for the sake of time, I ask that you hang onto your questions until we get back. I'll let you know if there's anything vital you need to be successful, alright? Davy: Understood. Sunny: Good. Let's move. [The group enters the tunnel. The footage goes dark for a moment, and Davy can be heard yelping alongside the sound of grinding stone and metal. When visibility returns, the group appears to be in a large cavern chamber. The cave's walls are covered in small, luminous gemstones.] Sunny: Alright, Zacharias. Lead the way. [Zacharias grumbles, but walks off towards a tunnel. The agents follow.] Davy: Can we trust him? Sunny: I've worked with Zacharias for years now. He's the primary point of contact between the Foundation and Mammon's crows. Aside from being easily bullied into compliance, I can promise you that he won't intentionally lead us anywhere that would risk him getting killed. Zacharias: IF I WANTED YOU ALL DEAD I'D DO IT. I'M A MANIAC. I'VE KILLED SO MANY PEOPLE IT'S INSANE. Sunny: He's small-time overall. Worst thing I've caught him mixed up in was smuggling illicit paratech through to the Three Portlands area. Zacharias: THEY WERE WEAPONS OF WAR. IT WAS GOING TO LEAD A REVOLUTION. YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID OF WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF DOING. Sunny: They were watches with extremely rudimentary .aics3 that were barely anomalous. We did wind up using one as the basis for Screamy though, so thanks for that. Zacharias: I HATE YOU. [Zacharias continues to lead the way. The group stops at an apparent pit with a series of floating rocks across it.] Zacharias: OH TOO BAD! DEAD END IF YOU CAN'T FLY. ANYWAY, IT WAS MISERABLE SERVING YOU TWO SO IF YOU WOULD JUST LET ME- Sunny: Easy enough obstacle. This is Dreamscape 101 stuff. All you need to do is- [Agent Sunny reels back before leaping out across the pit and landing on one of the floating rocks, grabbing its surface. She kicks off, leaping to another further out.] Sunny: It's really easy, Davy. Give it a shot. [Agent Davy bites their thumb for a moment.] Davy: I… I… you know what? [They take a deep breath.] Davy: I can do this. [They take a step back.] Zacharias: HOLD ON JUST A SEC. GIVE ME A SEC TO- [They run towards the pit and take a flying leap to the first rock. They stumble at first but manage to brace themself against it. Zacharias is yanked behind them and launched face-first into the rock, before sliding down and hanging suspended in mid-air over the pit.] Zacharias: MOTHERFUCKER I SAID HOLD ON! PULL ME UP PULL ME UP! Sunny: Good work! Now just brace your foot like this, and leap! [Agent Sunny leaps off to the next rock. She continues until she's on the other side. Agent Davy follows suit, leaping from rock to rock. Zacharias is swung about wildly as they progress across the pit, occasionally being thrown into rocks. He swears heavily the entire way across.] [Both Davy and Zacharias eventually make it to the other side. Davy takes a moment to catch their breath while Zacharias lies dazed on his back.] Davy: I-I actually did it! Holy crap I did it! Sunny: You did indeed, that was pretty good for a rookie. Keep that up and you'll make it out alive yet. Zacharias: I'M GONNA HURL. Sunny: You're gonna keep moving. Let's go, Zachy. [Agent Davy kneels down next to Zacharias and extends a hand.] Davy: Are you ok? Sorry about that, I forgot about the binding curse thing. Zacharias: YEAH, YEAH. I'LL BE FINE. I'VE SURVIVED WORSE. [Zacharias groans, rising to his feet. He wobbles, but eventually regains his balance and begins marching down the tunnel once more. After several minutes, Zacharias stops in place, his feathers ruffled. He vocalizes and looks around.] Davy: What's wrong? [Zacharias caws before turning back and sprinting to Davy. The ground shakes, several gemstones falling from the walls and shattering on the ground.] Zacharias: I THOUGHT HE LEFT. Sunny: You thought who left? [Zacharias peeks out from behind Davy's legs and points a wing ahead..] Zacharias: HIM. [A pillar of fire erupts from the ground in front of the agents, caving through the stone that forms the cave. A massive serpentine creature follows, the sound of hundreds of metallic legs scraping against stone as it rises and blocks the way forward. The rumbling continues, the creature erupting from the cave ceiling behind the agents and burrowing into the floor until both ends of the tunnel are blocked.] [The creature erupts once more in front of the group. Its head is large and flat like a spider's, with several eyes circling it and large fangs. He regards the agents for a moment before the head splits in two, revealing a humanoid face with large, curled tusks within. It speaks with a low growl.] Creature: …Foundation. [The creature narrows its eyes at Agent Sunny.] Creature: And you. Sunny: …Cabrackan. Davy: Sorry, you know this… uh… gentleman? Cabrackan: I am Cabrackan, Lord of Mountains and God of the Trembling Earth. You shall ensure you respect that. Sunny: Move. We're busy and don't have time for your antics. [Cabrackan howls, slamming a foreleg against the cave wall and sending bits of rock and dust cascading down on the agents and Zacharias. He lunges forward, stopping when his face is almost touching Agent Sunny's. She does not flinch.] Cabrackan: Perhaps not, but I have time for you. Explain to me, Foundation, why you have failed to uphold your end of the bargain? Sunny: What are you even talking about? [Cabrackan drives his forelegs into the ground before him. The ground shakes, and several stones fall from the ceiling.] Cabrackan: The MANDATE signed between the Foundation and the Divine! Do not play the fool with me, Foundation. You understand my words. I know you especially understand what I refer to. Davy: Is this a good time to ask what he's referring to, or…? [Agent Sunny doesn't respond, maintaining eye contact with Cabrackan.] Sunny: I fail to see where we've failed here. Now if you're done- [Agent Sunny attempts to walk past Cabrackan, only for him to block her with a leg. He knocks her over and pins her to the ground. Agent Davy begins to run over to assist, but Agent Sunny raises a hand to stop them.] Cabrackan: Another of the divine perishes in your company, one of MANY. We were promised faith from the people, promised that our memories were to be kept alive in humanity. Now I watch as yet another one of my divine brothers fades into nothing due to your INACTION! I do not claim specific love nor care for the weather god, but I have seen his fading soul myself and understand what that means for me. How long do I have until I join them, Foundation? Am I to simply remain here until I am dead like the others? I feel my powers starting to fade, Foundation. Look upon my form. [He holds a leg out. Near its pointed tip, a small patch of flesh can be seen dissolving like the corpse of SCP-7679 prior.] Sunny: We're doing what we can, whether people actually take to- [Cabrackan lifts the leg pinning Agent Sunny before bringing it back down on her chest. She sputters.] Davy: Sunny! Sunny: Stay there. I've got this. Davy: I can't just- Sunny: Stay there. That's an order. Cabrackan: I do not recall asking for excuses! No, at this point I am demanding action. Action that I shall take. You. [Cabrackan points a leg to Davy, who flinches in response.] Cabrackan: You will return to the waking world to inform the Foundation this: we do not know how or when, but the gods you have chosen to abandon in the Dreamscape will claw our way back into the waking world. We will be known one way or another. As for you… [Cabrackan begins to unhinge his jaw.] Cabrackan: You shall reap the fruits of your failings here and now. If I must claim your domain for my own, then I shall do so. [Davy hesitates for a moment before trying to run to Sunny. She raises a hand to stop them.] Sunny: Davy, get out of here. I can handle this. [Cabrackan lowers his mouth down to Agent Sunny as she thrashes and struggles against his leg. Davy chews at their thumb as Zacharias leaps onto their shoulder.] Zacharias: DO SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT! [Davy looks to Zacharias, and then to Agent Sunny. They bounce on their feet for a brief moment before inhaling deeply and running forward. They ball their hand into a fist and punch Cabrackan in the eye. Cabrackan recoils and bellows, lifting his leg just enough for Agent Sunny to wiggle free. She removes her gun from its holster, and immediately shoots Cabrackan in the other eye, causing him to recoil further.] [Davy trembles, looking down at their hand. Sunny puts a hand on their shoulder.] Sunny: Get down! Davy: What? [Agent Sunny forces Davy to the ground. Cabrackan screeches before letting loose a jet of flame from his mouth that flies over the agents. He proceeds to stretch his false head to either side of his body and strikes the ground with it, using each half as arms. The ground shakes, and more stones fall from the ceiling. Several rocks fall onto Zacharias, burying him under the rubble.] Sunny: Davy, move left and get out of the way! [Cabrackan swipes at the Agents. Agent Sunny leaps to the right and Agent Davy does the same, colliding with her and sending both falling to the ground.] Davy: Sorry, sorry! [Agent Sunny leaps to her feet, kicking one of Cabrackan's legs away before it can strike her.] Sunny: Don't apologize, just listen! Get out of this fight, let me handle it! On your feet, and MOVE! [The Agents attempt to flee, but Davy is knocked off their feet by an unseen force. They attempt to crawl along the ground but are unable to move forward. Agent Sunny turns around and grabs their arm, but is unable to move them.] Davy: Why can't I move? Sunny?! Sunny: I- [She looks to the pile of rubble.] Sunny: Shit, Zacharias! [Agent Sunny attempts to run to Zacharias, but is stopped by Cabrackan slamming one of his limbs down in front of her. With each attempt she makes towards Zacharias's position, she is stopped as Cabrackan continues to shake the ground and block her path.] Davy: K-Keep him occupied! I got it! Sunny: Davy, wait! It's too- [Sunny deflects a strike from Cabrackan with her arm as Agent Davy slides over and begins digging Zacharias out. As Davy frees Zacharias, Cabrackan attempts to impale Agent Davy on his false fangs. Agent Sunny is able to move both of them out of the way just in time, tucking and rolling towards a wall. Sunny attempts to shoot Cabrackan once more with her gun, but he deflects the bullet with part of his false head.] Zacharias: FINALLY, I THOUGHT YOU ALL WERE JUST GOING TO CONTINUE BEATING ME AGAINST THE ROCKS. I MIGHT HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE NOW. I EXPECT YOU TO PAY MY MEDICAL BILLS. Sunny: Shut the hell up for five seconds. Zacharias: YES MA'AM SHUTTING UP. [Cabrackan bellows, stomping the ground once more. The earth shakes, an a stalactite on the ceiling breaks free, falling to the ground and collapsing against the center of the room. The agents huddle behind the new pile of rocks.] Davy: What are we supposed to do here, Sunny? He's got both ends blocked! Sunny: Stay focused on moving, and listen to every instruction I give you when I give it. I need you to work with me. Inaction will get you killed. [Agent Sunny attempts to steady her gun against the rubble and shoot once more, but Cabrackan strikes her arm and knocks the gun aside. She winces and grabs her arm. Pulling her hand away reveals a large, bleeding gash. She reaches towards Davy with her uninjured arm.] Sunny: Davy, your gun. Davy: I didn't get one yet. I haven't passed the firearm training. Zacharias: ARE YOU SERIOUS? THEY SENT YOU ON AN IMPORTANT MISSION WITH NOTHING? [Cabrackan charges down the tunnel, shaking the ground and attempting to run the agents over. The group scatters, Zacharias being yanked by an invisible force as Davy rushes out of the way.] Davy: I-I have some supplies! Basic field equipment and a survival knife! I g-guess they just thought it wouldn't be needed? Haha… [Davy ducks as Cabrackan attempts to impale them on his legs. Sunny attempts to dive for her gun, but Cabrackan kicks it away from her before she can reach it.] Sunny: Well get your knife out then! Please! Davy: I can't reach it while I'm trying to not die! Zacharias: FINE, I'LL DO IT THEN. [Zacharias hops onto Davy, navigating over to their bag. He opens it, flapping his wings to maintain his balance as Davy continues to avoid being struck by Cabrackan. After a minute he's pulls his head out, a large knife in his beak.] Zacharias: I GOT A KNIFE. Sunny: Good work, Zachy. Pass it over to me. Davy: Wait, I… I have an idea. Sunny: Not really the time for ideas, Davy! Just listen to- Davy: For the love of God let me do something! Sunny: I'm just trying to keep you sa- [Sunny screams as Cabrackan strikes her side with a false fang. Blood begins oozing from a fresh wound on her side.] Davy: Zacharias, I need your help. Zacharias: YOU DEFINITELY DO. Davy: He's not focusing on you, so we're going to take advantage of that. Zacharias: OH YEAH? HOW. I'M STILL STUCK TO YOU, ASSHOLE. [Cabrackan approaches Sunny, jaw agape.] Davy: Just follow my lead and get ready to work. [Davy begins running towards Cabrackan, sliding under him as Zacharias braces himself. Once Davy is in front of Cabrackan, they grab Zacharias and throw him toward Cabrackan's face. Zacharias prepares the knife and grabs either side of Cabrackan's face with his talons as he begins slashing at it with the knife. Cabrackan screams in pain and staggers back, attempting to remove the bird from his face.] [Davy quickly digs through their bag as Zacharias continues to tear away at Cabrackan's head. He leaps off before Cabrackan can strike him with a false fang. Davy produces a can of mace. Cabrackan opens his uninjured eye and glares at Davy with a scarred and bloodied face. He lunges forward, but Davy sprays the mace directly into his face. With a final scream of agony, he retreats. The ground shakes as he burrows underground and out of sight.] [Agent Sunny collapses to the ground, clutching her side. Davy kneels beside her, lowering their bag to the ground.] Davy: Zacharias, I need the first aid kit stat. Zacharias: WHAT'S THE MAGIC WORD? Davy: Now. [Zacharias flinches in response to Davy's yelling, but complies. Davy lowers Sunny onto her back and carefully moves her hand from her side.] Davy: Focus on breathing, ok? Focus on just your breathing and my voice. Sunny: I'm so sorry, Davy. You shouldn't be trying to take care of me like this. I got careless. Davy: I need you to listen to me this time. You trust me, right? Sunny: Yeah. Davy: And I trust you. So I need you to just do what I ask this time. Save the apologies for later. [Zacharias drags over a first aid kit, and Davy goes to work patching Sunny's injuries. They pause for a moment while patching her side, their eyes falling on a small misshapen burn before continuing. Once the wounds are sufficiently cleaned and bandaged, they turn to Zacharias.] Davy: Is there a safer place nearby we can rest? The last thing I want is more surprises. If there's anything ahead that we could even possibly need to know about, you need to tell us right now. Zacharias: THERE'S A CHAMBER WITH AN UNDERGROUND LAKE IN IT JUST AHEAD. WE'LL BE FINE THERE, NO SURPRISES. I SWEAR IT ON MAMMON'S SIGIL. [Zacharias traces a shape into the ground and taps it with his claw. It glows a faint yellow.] Zacharias: BINDING ON MAMMON'S NAME. I COULDN'T LIE ON THAT IF I WANTED TO. Davy: Alright. And thanks. Zacharias: SAVE IT. FOCUS ON GETTING HER TO SAFETY. [Agent Davy hoists Agent Sunny onto their back and follows as Zacharias leads them deeper into the cave.] Weather Report Location: Atlantic City, New Jersey Phenomenon: Dense fog envelops the city, severely limiting visibility to just over 1m. The fog remains at the time of writing. Response: None, while the phenomenon is believed to be related to the death of SCP-7679, it is within the acceptable standards of normalcy for the city. Location: Roanoke, Virginia Phenomenon: Large storm cells form over the city, dropping golf ball sized hail over a three hour period. Response: Pending. Due to resources currently offered to other areas requiring disaster relief, limited numbers of Foundation personnel are available to offer support. Personnel to be sent when logistically feasible. Location: Nanticoke, Pennsylvania Phenomenon: All atmospheric winds across the continental United States changed directions, convening in the sky directly over Site-58. Response: Situation is being monitored. Request for support sent to wider Foundation body. [Agent Davy carries Agent Sunny into a wider cavern separate from the main path. They set her down near a large glowing lake. Several unidentified amphibious creatures flee as they approach, hopping off into the water.] [Agent Davy empties their bag and places it on the ground before laying Agent Sunny down and resting her head on top of it. She groans.] Sunny: Thanks. Davy: You're welcome. [Sunny attempts to sit up, but Davy places an hand on her shoulder and lays her back down.] Davy: Absolutely not. With those injuries, you aren't going anywhere right now. Sunny: If staying here to rest was an option I would, but- [She yelps as she tries to rise once more, grabbing her side and falling back onto her back.] Davy: You don't have a choice, Sunny. I need you to listen to me. [Agent Sunny reluctantly allows her body to relax.] Sunny: I thought you were just an anomalous cultures scholar before all this. Where did you learn combat medicine like this? Davy: Combat medicine? Sunny, this is just basic first aid. Sunny: Still! Davy: I… I always wanted to be an MTF agent, you know? So when I wasn't busy with research, I was studying MTF logs and trying to learn whatever I could so that I could actually join a team someday. [They chuckle.] Davy: It's really easy to read about people fighting monsters, though. It's all so different when you're actually there. Zacharias: HUMANS HAVE THIS WEIRD TENDENCY TO LOOK AT SOMEONE DOING SOMETHING AND GOING "YEAH I CAN TOTALLY DO THAT BETTER THAN THAT TRAINED GUY." YOU'RE STUPID LIKE THAT. Davy: Yeah, I'd say you're right this time. Zacharias: I'M ALWAYS RIGHT. Davy: Sunny… I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I let anxiety overwhelm me and started making stupid spur-of-the-moment decisions instead of just listening to you. I didn't do it because I thought I knew better, I just- Sunny: You disobeyed several of my direct orders and put yourself in danger several points during that fight. Your actions could've easily gotten you killed. Davy: I know! That's why- Sunny: But you also saved my life, and Zacharias's too. Zacharias: MY LIFE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN DANGER IF YOU ALL HADN'T LITERALLY DRAGGED ME HERE. Sunny: I tried to shoulder too much there and treated you like a child. I'm sorry for that. I'm not going to pretend you didn't screw up. You psyching yourself out early in that fight did cause problems, but I should've been less risky myself in trying to keep you safe. Davy: …Well, let me treat you like a child a bit then. Lay down, hold still, and rest for now. I'm sure your watch is blowing up like it was earlier, but we can't get anything done with you in this condition. Sunny: Yeah, you're probably right there. Davy: I'm always right. Zacharias: I DON'T APPRECIATE PLAGIARISM. Davy: I'm going to get you some water. Hang tight. [Davy rises to their feet and walks towards the lake. Zacharias casts a glance at Sunny before being dragged off his feet behind Davy. He scrambles to stand and begins walking.] Zacharias: HEY. Davy: Hm? Zacharias: EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO ME. [Davy leans down to the lake with an empty water bottle. They dip it in, shooing away several small aquatic creatures that attempt to swim into it] Davy: What's that? Zacharias: WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT HER? WHY NOT JUST LET HER TAKE CARE OF HERSELF? Davy: What do you mean? Zacharias: DOES IT NOT MAKE MORE SENSE TO CONTINUE WITH YOUR MISSION AND LEAVE HER TO HER OWN DEVICES? SHE'S SLOWING YOU DOWN, AND YOU DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO WAIT AROUND FOR HER. WHY NOT CUT THE LOSSES AND KEEP GOING? Davy: That'd be pretty cruel, wouldn't it? Just leaving a teammate behind? Zacharias: BUT IT'S LOGICAL! FUCKING HELL IT'S WHAT THE FLOCK DOES ALL THE TIME. SOMEONE NOT PULLING THEIR WEIGHT? SLOWING THE MISSION DOWN? DUMP THAT ASSHOLE! WE SHOULDN'T ALL SUFFER BECAUSE ONE PERSON FUCKED UP. Davy: I'm not just going to abandon a teammate when they need me, Zacharias. As for the mission… we'll figure it out. Right, we'll figure it out. Zacharias: YOU DON'T SEEM CONVINCED. Davy: Well, no of course I'm not! All of this is insane to me, you know? I'm doubting literally every single thing I do. Like this water? How do I know it's not just poison?! Zacharias: IT'S WATER, DUMBASS. Davy: Great, great. But you get my point, right? Zacharias: NO, I GOT LOST IN YOUR POISON WATER TANGENT. Davy: I'm not going to just leave a teammate to die. Even if it terrifies me, I'm going to do what I can to save her. I think she'd do the same for me. [Zacharias is quiet, staring at his reflection in the lake. Davy finishes filling the bottle and stands.] Davy: That was kinda corny, huh? Zacharias: THAT WAS NOTHING BUT CHEESE, AND IT REEKS. I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU HUMANS, ESPECIALLY YOU FOUNDATION-TYPES. BUT… [Zacharias's eyes fall onto the sigil drawn on him.] Zacharias: …HMPH. MAYBE HUMANS ARE JUST SAPPY, SENTIMENTAL CREATURES. Davy: Maybe we are. What about it? [Davy cracks a smile. Zacharias clicks his beak in disapproval.] Zacharias: DO WHAT YOU CAN TO SAVE YOURSELF AND GET THE MISSION DONE. THAT'S HOW THE FLOCK OPERATES, AND WE'VE NEVER FAILED WITH THAT. Davy: What about the people you've lost with that mentality? Doesn't it bother you, even a bit? Zacharias: SHOULD IT? MEMBERS OF THE FLOCK DIE ALL THE TIME. IF I MOURNED EVERY PERSON WHO DIED OR GOT LEFT BEHIND DUE TO THEIR OWN MISTAKES I'D BE WHERE THEY ARE. INSTEAD, I'M SMART AND I'M ALIVE. [Agent Davy is silent as the two walk back to Agent Sunny. Davy hands her the bottle, and she drinks. After a few minutes, she appears to fall asleep.] Davy: There. Let's let her rest for a bit before we try to move on. [Davy and Zacharias sit down next to Agent Sunny as she sleeps. Zacharias begins drawing in the dirt.] Davy: What's that you're drawing? [Zacharias flares out his wings in an attempt to obscure the drawing.] Davy: Oh come on, I'm not going to laugh at you. Zacharias: I'M NOT EMBARRASSED. IT'S JUST TOO MUCH FOR YOUR WEAK HUMAN EYES. TOO POWERFUL AND PROFOUND. REALLY AVANT-GARDE. YOU WOULDN'T GET IT. Davy: Try me. [Zacharias sighs and pulls away, revealing a circle with a simple pattern within. The lines are reminiscent of the Japanese kanji for "crow".] Zacharias: GO AHEAD AND LAUGH AT ME, FREAK. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. Davy: Why would I? It's nice. It kinda looks like you. [Zacharias puffs out his chest with pride.] Zacharias: OF COURSE! I'M THE BEST MUSE POSSIBLE AFTER ALL. [Davy leans over, and begins recreating the drawing in the ground with their finger.] Davy: This looks kinda like one of those sigil things. Zacharias: BECAUSE IT IS. IT'S THE SIGIL OF THE FLOCK, IT REPRESENTS OUR POWER. IF SOMEONE ELSE DREW IT OUT AND USED IT, THEY'D GET A BIT OF OUR POWER. AS LONG AS ONE OF US ACCEPTED THEM. CAN'T JUST LET ANY OLD FUCKER GO BORROWING POWER THAT COOL. Thaumaturgic sigil associated with The Flock. Davy: What kind of power would that be? [Zacharias hops back and forth while speaking, his tail bobbing up and down.] Zacharias: AMAZING, HUGE, GREAT POWER! YOU'LL BE ABLE TO FLY! YOU'LL HAVE A GREAT EYE FOR SHINY THINGS! YOUR FEATHERS WILL BE GORGEOUSLY GLOSSY! HONESTLY, I'M NOT SURE WHY YOU'D EVER USE ANYONE ELSE'S SIGIL. [Davy finishes their recreation of the sigil. It glows faintly.] Davy: Hey, you've lived here a long time, right? Zacharias: ABOUT 300 YEARS NOW I THINK? YOU LOSE TRACK AFTER THE FIRST CENTURY HONESTLY. Davy: What was that "mandate" thing Cabrackan mentioned? Zacharias: THE MANDATE? AH YEAH, THE DREAMSCAPE MANDATE. SIGNED BETWEEN THE FOUNDATION AND THE GODS THAT LIVE HERE. TO PUT IT IN A WAY YOU CAN UNDERSTAND, IT WAS A PROMISE THAT THE FOUNDATION WOULD HELP KEEP ALL THE GODS ALIVE IN EXCHANGE FOR PARTICULARLY DISRUPTIVE ONES STAYING HERE AND NOT GOING TO THE WAKING WORLD. Davy: "Keep the gods alive?" Wait, I think I remember something about that. Something Rusty said, about concepts being weak? Zacharias: ALMOST THERE. WHAT KEEPS A GOD ALIVE? Davy: I'll be honest, I have no idea. Zacharias: THEN YOUR ASS IS LUCKY I'M HERE TO EXPLAIN! WORSHIP, WORSHIP KEEPS GODS ALIVE. MOST OF US ARE GOOD AT JUST BEING VAGUELY KNOWN OR REMEMBERED, OR WITH HUMANS THINKING AND REMEMBERING OUR DOMAINS EXIST. OTHERS NEED TO BE KEPT ALIVE THROUGH MORE DIRECT MEANS, HAVING THEIR ACTUAL NAMES IN PUBLIC CONSCIOUSNESS. Davy: You said "most of us". Are you saying you're a god? Zacharias: FUCK YEAH I AM. KINDA. SORTA. I'M ONE OF THE FLOCK, THE GODS OF CROWS. Davy: That's pretty impressive! Zacharias: FINALLY! SOME RECOGNITION! GO AHEAD, PRAISE ME SOME MORE. Davy: So I guess that means you're pretty safe then since people think about crows decently often? Zacharias: WHERE'D THE PRAISE GO? …BUT YEAH, THE FLOCK IS FINE. OUR NUMBERS FLUCTUATE IN RESPONSE TO HOW OFTEN PEOPLE THINK ABOUT CROWS, BUT OVERALL WE'RE FINE. Davy: …But then why did Chuck die? People think about groundhogs often enough, right? And weather is such an active part of people's lives that he should be completely fine. Zacharias: I- Davy: And in Cabrackan's case? Why was he worried? Earthquakes and mountains are basically always there, he shouldn't be even a little concerned about fading away- Zacharias: WE DON'T KNOW, ALRIGHT? GODS ARE VANISHING LEFT AND RIGHT NOW, GODS OF CONCEPTS THAT SHOULD NEVER FADE. EVER HEARD OF POSHILL PANTS? Davy: …No? Zacharias: UGLIEST GODDAMN CLOTHES I EVER SAW HUMANS WEAR, WITH AN EQUALLY UGLY GOD TO MATCH. EASY GUY TO ROB. MADE GREAT GUACAMOLE. ANYWAY, HE'S DEAD NOW, LONG GONE, AND THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T REMEMBER POSHILL PANTS. HE'S LONG FORGOTTEN NOW. THAT'S WHY PEOPLE ARE SCARED, AND THAT'S WHY THEY WANT TO BREACH THROUGH INTO YOUR WORLD. NO ONE WANTS TO BE FORGOTTEN, AND THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT HERE WILLING TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO ENSURE THAT THEY DON'T FADE AWAY. THEY'RE HOPING TO GET WORSHIP THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY, DIRECT FROM THE SOURCE. Davy: Subjugation, then? Zacharias: IN SOME CASES, YEAH. AND YOU'VE SEEN WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SOMEONE FADES WITH NO ONE TO TAKE THEIR DOMAIN OVER, RIGHT? Davy: Yeah, yeah I have. Zacharias: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW LUCKY YOU ARE HERE. I'M NOT SURE WHY CHUCK'S SOUL RETURNED TO THE DREAMSCAPE INSTEAD OF JUST GOING *POOF*, BUT YOU'VE GOT AN OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE THINGS OK AGAIN. [Davy looks to Agent Sunny, still asleep.] Davy: I just hope we aren't too late. Zacharias: MY TURN, HUMAN. WHAT'S YOUR WHOLE DEAL? Davy: What do you mean? Zacharias: YOU'RE SOME BLEEDING HEART FREAK WHO WORKED IN "CULTURAL STUDY", WHATEVER THE HELL THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE, AND NOW YOU'RE OVER HERE CLEARLY OUT OF YOUR ELEMENT. YOU WERE DODGY ABOUT IT EARLIER, SO WHAT'S THE DEAL? Davy: Can you keep a secret? Zacharias: NO. Davy: Then my lips are sealed. Zacharias: OH COME ON! PLEASE? PRETTY PLEASE? Davy: …Fine, I guess I can tell you. I just… didn't feel like I actually had a place where I was working before. Like I said I worked researching Fae and Yeren and stuff. That's all nice, but I never really felt like I was a part of anything all that important, or like the work I did really mattered. I was working for a new project lead every week, and the people I worked with were always changing. There were two weeks where I was working for a new boss every few days. Every time I made any sort of progress on my research, the project was passed to someone else and I was shuffled somewhere new. [Davy stretches out before laying out on their back. They pat the ground next to them, and Zacharias hops over to their side. They stroke Zacharias's head. Zacharias resists for a moment, before leaning in to their touch.] Davy: I saw a job posting for this team, and I figured "Why not," you know? Why not give it a shot? I always wanted to do real fieldwork, join a stable team. Maybe I'd get the chance to feel like I was doing stuff that mattered, or like I could finally stand out. Zacharias: WHEN YOU RUN WITH A FLOCK IT'S PRETTY EASY TO GET SHUFFLED IN THE CROWD. THE BOSS DOESN'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME. KEEPS CALLING ME KEVIN. Davy: My last boss didn't know my name, either. Kept calling me Scott or Bryan. Zacharias: BOSSES ARE ASSHOLES, AREN'T THEY, TYLER? [Davy cracks a smile and gives Zacharias a playful nudge.] Davy: Oh, screw you! Zacharias: …I HOPE YOU GET WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR. Davy: Yeah… [Davy leans back, watching a large, fuzzy worm crawl along a nearby stalagmite.] Davy: You too, Zacharias. [For a brief moment, Agent Sunny can be seen smiling.] Weather Report Location: Swan Quarter, North Carolina Phenomenon: Several large wildfires occur across local marshlands. Notably, materials burned at a steady rate regardless of how saturated they were with water. Response: Foundation aid unavailable. Wildfires continue to burn at the time of writing. Location: Macon, Georgia Phenomenon: Blizzard conditions envelop the city, and local temperatures drop to -10 degrees Celsius. A column of wind and snow surrounding the city prevents entry. Response: Foundation personnel within the city are currently believed to be coordinating with the local government to provide aid where possible. A basic crisis response plan was communicated via radio signal before communications with the city were lost entirely. Location: Nanticoke, Pennsylvania Phenomenon: Atmospheric winds continue to converge over Site-58, increasing in intensity. Weather through the city alternates between heavy rain, snow, and winds. Response: Site-58 issues a state of emergency, and all available Foundation resources are diverted in preparation for the potential escalation of the crisis. [Agent Sunny wakes up after an hour, and attempts to stretch before wincing, grabbing at her injured side.] Davy: Careful. Have some more water. Sunny: Thanks. [She drinks from the water bottle once more. Once finished, she allows Davy to help her to her feet. Once standing she checks her watch and grimaces.] Davy: Are you going to be ok to continue? Sunny: We don't have much of a choice. Look. [Sunny holds her watch up to Davy.] Davy: Holy crap, that's quite the storm. Zacharias: LET ME SEE. Sunny: It's right over 58, too. Something big is happening, and we're running out of time. Zacharias: I WANNA SEE TOO. Davy: Seriously, are you going to be ok though? Sunny: I'll be ok. If something comes up… we'll figure it out. Zacharias: PLEASE SHOW ME I WANT TO BE INCLUDED. [Davy grabs Zacharias and holds him up to Sunny's watch.] Zacharias: HOLY SHIT FUCK, YEAH THAT'S BAD. I'D SAY YOU'VE GOT LIKE TWO HOURS LEFT, GIVE OR TAKE. Davy: Well that's just great. Even if we get Chuck back, how do we get him back to his body in time? Sunny: Mammon has mirrors. I'm sure we can use one of them to get back. Davy: I'm not going to question how that works. Sunny: You've grown up so much on this mission, I'm so proud of you. [Ageny Sunny playfully pinches Agent Davy's cheek as they set Zacharias back down.] Sunny: Alright, birdbrain. March. Zacharias: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. NO NEED TO GET SNIPPY. [Zacharias leads the way once more. The group arrives at the end of the tunnel, an overlook into a massive chamber. A waterfall pours water down from an unknown source that pools into a clear lake at the bottom of the chamber. In the lake sits a large galleon. The galleon is in pristine condition and has been retrofitted with several rows of lights along its hull and mast that illuminate the cavern. Its gangplank is deployed, with two spotlights sitting at the end aimed towards the cavern ceiling, rotating slowly. There is a large sign suspended over the gangplank reading "MAMMON'S CASINO AND NIGHTCLUB." A parade of creatures of varying shapes and sizes can be seen entering.] Davy: I'll be honest, the way that we were talking about this place I thought it was going to be less…? Sunny: Gaudy? Devoid of any semblance of taste? I mean you take a beautiful ship and completely gut it like he did! Zacharias: COME ON IT ISN'T THAT BAD. Davy: I was going to say less obvious, but "affront to taste and style" works fine too. Zacharias: IT'S REALLY NOT… OH SHIT, I NEVER REALLY GOT A LOOK AT IT BEFORE. YEAH, THAT THING LOOKS LIKE SHIT. [The three laugh to themselves as they begin descending down a path into the cavern. Halfway down, Zacharias throws his wings out to stop them.] Zacharias: HOLD IT! Sunny: Hm? What's wrong? [Zacharias stomps the ground. The ground shakes for a moment before collapsing away into itself, fading into nothing and leaving a large gap in the path. He turns back to the others with a slight smile.] Zacharias: THIS SHIT PIT'S FALLING APART. Sunny: You lying little bastard, you knew that was there and didn't bother to tell me when I specifically asked you about traps earlier! Zacharias: I KNEW IT WAS HERE BUT IT'S NOT A TRAP. IT'S JUST POOR UPKEEP. EITHER WAY, I WARNED YOU ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU FELL IN, RIGHT? I COULD'VE VERY EASILY JUST LET YOU DIE HERE. HOW ABOUT SOME PRAISE? Sunny: I suppose you did, didn't you? Well done. [Zacharias coos contentedly. Sunny sidles up to the wall and motions for Davy to do the same. The two slowly begin stepping along the wall, careful to avoid the gap.] Davy: Why the heck wouldn't Mammon try to make sure the path to his… casino thing is in decent condition? Zacharias: BECAUSE HE'S A SELFISH, GREEDY MOTHERFUCKER AND THERE AREN'T MANY PEOPLE WHO WANT TO TAKE THIS ENTRANCE ANYWAY. MOST GUESTS COME IN FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CAVES VIA THE BOAT TOUR. Davy: Aww why couldn't we come in that way? Sunny: Focus. Zacharias: LUCKY FOR YOU ALL AGAIN, YOU HAVE ME. I'M YOUR CHEAP TICKET IN. LET'S MOVE. [The group descends into the cavern and approaches the gangplank. Before they can enter, two massive, golden serpents rise from the water on either side and block the approach. Each is identical, with a set of three golden horns and feathery green frills that appear to be paper currency framing their heads. They speak in tandem with a low hiss.] Serpents: Only invited guests may pass. Zacharias: WATCH, JUST GOTTA TURN ON THE CHARM. HEYYYY FÁFNIR WHAT'S SHAKING? [Fáfnir glares, unimpressed. Zacharias shrugs.] Zacharias: SO! I'VE GOT SOME AMBASSADORS HERE FROM THE FOUNDATION THAT WANT TO TALK TO THE BOSS. IF YOU COULD JUST SCOOCH ASIDE AND LET US IN THAT WOULD BE BALLER. I'VE GOT FLOCK CLEARANCE AND ALL THAT, SO- Fáfnir: You? The boss was very clear to me that the fledgling traveling with the Foundation was no longer to be permitted entry. Zacharias: I'M DEFINITELY SURE YOU'RE MISREMEMBERING. IT'S ME, ZACHARIAS. I'M LIKE ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT OF THE FLOCK, AND I DEFINITELY OUTRANK YOU. I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE, BUT SINCE YOU'RE BEING DIFFICULT I'M NOT GONNA BE ANYMORE. MOVE YOUR ASS AND LET US IN. [Zacharias pushes against Fáfnir. The serpent does not budge.] Fáfnir: I care not who you were, fledgling. Your status and title are null to Mammon, and thus null to me. Foundation dogs as well. Begone with you all. Zacharias: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW. I DON'T APPRECIATE THIS, FÁFNIR. THE BOSS WOULDN'T JUST- Fáfnir: Revoke your position? Turn you into a lost little godling? I'm afraid he has. Now, I shall not ask again. Cease embarrassing yourselves and begone before I use force. Sunny: I'm afraid "begone" isn't really an option. We've got an important appointment with Mammon to keep, I'm sure you understand. [Sunny feigns grabbing her side in pain, slipping out her gun. She holds it behind her back, motioning for Davy to take it. They take a moment, but grab it from her.] Fáfnir: Fine words from someone already injured. Do not pretend I cannot smell the blood staining your clothes. Sunny: Davy, if you would? [Davy draws the gun, aiming it at one of Fáfnir's eyes with unsteady hands. They take a shot that misses the target, instead ricocheting off Fáfnir's brow. Fáfnir recoils and hisses. Sunny grabs Davy's hands and adjusts their aim.] Sunny: No, no. Calm the nerves and control the shot. Aim exactly where you want to shoot. Make sure it lines up… [Fáfnir lunges towards the agents.] Sunny: NOW! [Davy takes another shot directly into Fáfnir's open mouth. It blows through the back of the serpent's throat. The head pauses, stunned for a moment, before collapsing over back into the water. The other head bellows and lunges.] Zacharias: HOLD UP! [Zacharias takes flight and rushes between Fáfnir and the agents. He spreads his wings wide, throwing a motley assortment of various shining objects into Fáfnir's face and throat. The serpent recoils and sputters, spitting out rocks and bottlecaps as it attempts to breathe.] Zacharias: MOVE MOVE MOVE! [Agents Davy and Sunny rush onto the ship as Fáfnir continues sputtering and choking.] Davy: Neat trick, how did you- Zacharias: GOD OF CROWS. PEOPLE ASSOCIATE CROWS WITH PICKING UP SHINY THINGS, SO THE FLOCK CAN SUMMON SHINY THINGS WHEN NEEDED. Fáfnir: Get back here, you shall NOT disturb the boss you rejected grease stain! [Fáfnir whips its head towards the agents. Zacharias once again intercepts it, flying towards its left eye and pecking at it.] Zacharias: CALL ME A GREASE STAIN, BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING EYES CHECKED. [Fáfnir screams and thrashes as Zacharias continues assaulting its eye.] Zacharias: MOVE YOU TWO, GET THOSE ASSES IN GEAR. I'LL BE RIGHT THERE. [Agents Davy and Sunny flee into the ship. Zacharias is suddenly yanked off after them. Davy slams the door behind them.] Zacharias: OH RIGHT. BINDING BLOOD SIGIL. I FORGOT ABOUT THAT. Davy: Guess it came in handy, then? Sunny: Which way to Mammon, Zacharias? Zacharias: THAT WAY. [Fáfnir is heard banging against the door as the group descends into the ship. They arrive at a massive, opulent gambling hall decorated with trims of gold, black, and red. A towering golden statue of a slender, sharp-nosed man with feathery hair stands in the center of the room, posed dramatically with his arms outstretched. Zacharias mutters something unintelligible under his breath before motioning for the group to continue.] [They walk down the hall, past a myriad of strange creatures sitting at various machines and gambling tables. They go unnoticed by the patrons and staff alike as they approach a set of double doors. Zacharias traces a circle and a series of complex lines into the floor before the doors with his talons and then pushes against them. The sigil does not glow, and the doors do not open. He attempts to draw it once more and pushes against the doors. Once again the sigil does not glow and the doors do not open.] Thaumaturgic sigil associated with Mammon, god of Greed and Commerce. Zacharias: HAHA, THAT'S WEIRD. I MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN IT SOMEHOW. GUESS EVEN I MAKE MISTAKES, EH? Sunny: Zachy… [He attempts once more, but once again fails. He kicks the door in frustration and screams out.] Zacharias: FUCKING COME ON. I WORK MY ASS OFF FOR YOU FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE. EVERYTHING I DO IS IN DEDICATION TO WHATEVER BULLSHIT WHIM YOU DECIDE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD, AND NOW IT'S LIKE I DON'T FUCKING MATTER? Davy: Zacharias, it's- Zacharias: OK? SURE, REALLY FUCKING EASY TO SAY IT'S OK. I TOLD YOU BEFORE YOU FOUNDATION TYPES ARE LUCKY AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IT. [Zacharias traces the sigil out once more, and proceeds to bang his head against the door.] Zacharias: YOU'RE ALLOWED TO LIVE YOUR OWN GODDAMN LIVES. US? WE EXIST FOR HIM. [He motions to the statue.] Zacharias: AND NOW WHAT? I'M NOT FUCKING RECOGNIZED ANYMORE. ALREADY GOT ABANDONED BY THE FLOCK WHEN YOU ALL SHOWED UP. THEY WERE TOTALLY WILLING TO JUST LET ME DIE, RIGHT THERE. THAT'S JUST HOW THINGS ARE, IT'S FINE. IT'S SMART. BUT FOR WHATEVER FUCKING REASON BOSS DECIDED HE DOESN'T… WANT ME ANYMORE? [Zacharias sniffles.] Zacharias: SO NOW WHAT? WHAT HAPPENS NOW? [He kicks the door again before falling to the floor, staring at it.] Zacharias: WHAT NOW? [Sunny walks over and gently pats Zacharias's head.] Sunny: We get in there and have a polite conversation with Mammon about some poor business decisions is what we do. [She traces a new sigil in the ground, different from the one that Zacharias drew prior. The sigil begins to glow, and the ground appears to heat up.] Sunny: You might want to stand back. Weather Report Location: Nanticoke, Pennsylvania Phenomenon: What remains of SCP-7679's body begins levitating within its chamber. Several bolts of lighting, snow, rain, and wind begin erupting from the corpse. Response: SCP-7679's chamber is secured and Site-58 enters lockdown procedures. The town of Nanticoke is evacuated. [A large explosion of light and fire erupts from the sigil drawn by Agent Sunny. When the smoke clears, the doors have been blown open. An alarm is heard going off, and several large, golden humanoids in suits wielding large clubs begin to flood the gambling hall. The patrons appear undisturbed.] Sunny: In. In in in in in in in now, please. [The agents and Zacharias dart into the room and shut the doors behind them. Agent Sunny jabs her thumb into the wound in her side, which has reopened, and draws a new sigil on the door. Several loud thuds are heard from the other side as the doors buckle. They do not open.] Sunny: There, we're good for a bit. That sigil won't last forever so let's make this quick. Grab Chuck, find a mirror, and get the hell outta dodge. Davy: Sounds like a good plan. [The group walks down a short hall into an office. The office is decorated the same as the rest of the casino, with opulent fixtures and furniture trimmed in reds and golds. Behind a large mahogany desk in the center of the room sits a humanoid identical to the statue in the main gambling hall. His "hair" is really black feathers with golden tips that cover his head and frame the sides of his face. He sighs, placing the pen he was holding back into a jar and closing the open book on his desk. He rests his elbows on the desk and folds his fingers.] Mammon: Foundation, what a… [He pauses, pursing his lips.] Mammon: Delight to see you. I would invite you to sit, but I would rather you not get too comfortable. Zacharias: BOSS! WHY THE HELL COULDN'T I GET IN? WHAT'S ALL THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT ME NOT BEING RECOGNIZED ANYMORE? Mammon: I would ask that you cease your senseless squawking you twit. Seriously, you can't have expected me to just allow a key into my office to remain in Foundation custody? No, absolutely not. Zacharias: BUT I'M- Mammon: Very important and very special, I'm sure. You all say the same thing, but at the end of the day, you know as well as I do that you are expendable. Unfortunately for you, you were simply an asset I was willing to expend. Nothing personal… er, Sean, was it? Whatever it was. Zacharias: YOU MOTHERFU- [Davy scoops up Zacharias before he can hop onto Mammon's desk and clamps his beak shut. Zacharias thrashes against the hold.] Mammon: Thank you. Honestly sometimes they aren't even worth the trouble. The least they could do is die when they get cut off. Every time one actually makes it back to me it's the same song and dance. Sunny: Now why would you not want us to have a key to your office in the first place, huh? Ignoring the incredibly shitty thing you did to Zacharias here, I could've sworn we had an understanding that the Foundation was permitted access to your office at all times should the need arise. [Mammon waves his hand dismissively.] Mammon: Bah! Deals change! [He rises to his feet.] Mammon: And the times are changing. I know you can feel it, same as I do. [Mammon raises his shirt, revealing a tiny sizzling scar in his side.] Davy: Wait, that's just like- Sunny: I'm not an idiot, Mammon. We already had a long conversation with Cabrackan about the same damn thing. Mammon: That would explain why you look worse than usual. Sunny: Just hand over Chuck and we'll be gone, simple as that. Show us where he is. [Mammon smirks, pulling back the curtain behind his desk and revealing a large glass cage. Within the cage is what remains of SCP-7679's soul, in the advanced stages of decomposition. Little more than SCP-7679's arms and head remain. It looks to the agents with a sorrowful expression and vocalizes in pain.] Mammon: Pathetic, isn't it? This is what happens when humanity is allowed to forget their predecessors. You want to know why our deal changed, Foundation? It changed because you failed. You allowed humanity to continue to forget us. This pathetic… thing here is only fading because you refuse to keep us alive. Sunny: The Foundation is trying, but peeling back the veil is a steady process. We can't just- Mammon: You have had time upon time to act. I will not suffer excuses further, nor will I be handing over Mr. Storms to you all. Davy: Why? Literally, what could you possibly gain from this? Sunny: He wants Chuck's domain. [Mammon claps his hands together.] Mammon: Brilliant! Though I suppose the Goddess of Sparks would know a thing or two about how these things work. Davy: Wait, you're…? Sunny: The Goddess of Sparks, like he said. Yes. Sorry, I didn't tell you or anything, it wasn't meant to be a secret or really even a surprise. Just didn't get a chance to mention it is all. [Agent Sunny traces over the sizzling burn in her side.] Sunny: And yeah I get it. Trust me I wish the Foundation would move faster too, but that's not my call to make. We're all starting to fade here, Mammon, but we have the chance to actually save someone! We have the chance to return Chuck's soul to his body, and all the bullshit happening in the waking world can calm back down long enough to give us a chance to- Mammon: Enough, enough. I don't need to hear any heroic speeches. This is completely tiresome. The weather in the waking world will stabilize once Mr. Storms is dead and I've inherited his domain. Davy: Again, what do you even gain here? Mammon: Are you even listening? Sincerely, Senna, where does your Foundation find these boobs? If you bothered to use whatever lump of flesh you have rattling around between your ears you would realize that his domain becoming mine allows me to inherit his place in the human mind. I can stave off death, kept alive as the God of Greed, Wealth, and Weather. Sunny: Taking a domain is meant to be an inheritance. It's meant to be consensual, not some ridiculous attempt to borrow more time. [Mammon pinches the bridge of his nose.] Mammon: One does what one must. If the Foundation refuses to be proactive, then I shall. We don't have much longer until Mr. Storms fades, anyway. Now, I once again must ask that you leave. [He snaps his fingers. Four security guards manifest in the room. Agent Davy begins chewing at the tip of their thumb, maintaining their hold on Zacharias.] Mammon: If you won't go willingly, I will simply- oh good grief. You there? Stop sucking your thumb like a literal infant, it's embarrassing to watch. Davy: Oh, sorry. [Davy removes their thumb from their mouth. They loosen their grip on Zacharias, and poke him in the back before rubbing at the back of their hand with their thumb.] Zacharias: WHAT THE HELL WAS- OH. [Zacharias gives Davy a quick nod.] Sunny: I have made myself clear, Mammon. We're taking Chuck back with us. Mammon: And I have made myself clear in saying that there is no transaction to be had here. Security! [The guards rush towards the agents. Before they can make it, Agent Davy shouts and throws out a motley assortment of shining objects that cover the floor. The guards slip on them, falling to the ground one by one.] Mammon: What the hell was that? [Agent Davy holds up their hand. On the back is the sigil of The Flock, drawn in blood.] Zacharias: COULD USE A LITTLE WORK, BUT I'VE SEEN WORSE FIRST TRIES. CREDIT DUE FOR DRAWING IT FROM MEMORY AND WITHOUT LOOKING THOUGH. Mammon: Simple parlor tricks aren't going to- MY EYES! [Davy throws another assortment of shining objects directly at Mammon, striking him across the face. Agent Sunny seizes the opportunity and runs over to the cage containing SCP-7679. She takes out her gun and begins smashing the butt against the glass. The glass begins to crack under the impacts.] Mammon: Cease this foolishness at once! [Mammon turns to Agent Sunny and attempts to pull her away from the cage. She struggles against him, focusing her efforts on breaking the glass, before he pulls her down to the floor.] Davy: Sunny! [Agent Davy attempts to run over to assist, but is blocked by the security guards who have regained their footing. Two restrain them and pull their arms out to either side, causing Davy to drop Zacharias. A third guard sucker punches Davy while another grabs Zacharias in one hand and begins to tighten its grip.] Zacharias: HEY! DAVY! REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU EARLIER? Davy: Wh-what? Zacharias: I'M REALLY FUCKING COOL, AND I CAN DO SOME REALLY FUCKING COOL STUFF. [Davy is confused for a moment before a look of realization falls on their face. They leap directly upwards into the air. The two guards restraining their arms are yanked into one another, unprepared for the sudden upward movement. The third attempts to punch Davy once more as they leap but misses, falling into the other two. Agent Davy floats in the air, looking at the sigil on the back of their hand with glee.] [Zacharias cries out as the guard continues tightening its grip. Davy flies over and takes the guard by surprise, kicking it in the head and knocking it off its feet. It releases Zacharias, who takes flight.] Zacharias: NOT BAD, HUMAN. WITH A LITTLE PRACTICE YOU'LL BE ALMOST AS COOL AS ME. [Davy begins to fly towards Sunny, but is stopped.] Sunny: Focus, Davy! Get Chuck out! [Davy nods. He flies over to Mammon's desk and grabs his chair. He swings the chair at the cage and continues cracking the glass. Mammon attempts to rise to his feet and grab Davy's leg, but he is pulled back to the ground and placed into a headlock by Sunny. Davy brings the chair to the glass once more, shattering it. The soul of SCP-7679 recoils at first, before making a contented vocalization and fleeing. It vanishes.] Davy: Is that it?! Did we do it?! Mammon: You damned IDIOTS! [Mammon attempts to escape Agent Sunny's grip but fails as she tightens her hold. The guards return to their feet and begin moving toward Sunny. She draws her gun and presses it against Mammon's temple.] Sunny: You know the drill, golden boys. I pull this trigger and he's dead, and there's no getting his soul back. I can say for sure that becoming the Goddess of Sparks and Greed isn't something I'm opposed to. Mammon: …Do what she says. [The guards back down, turning and leaving the room. Agent Sunny lowers her gun and releases her hold. She and Mammon return to their feet. Mammon brushes himself off and straightens his feathers.] Mammon: This will not delay the inevitable, Foundation. You know well as I do that Mr. Storms is surviving entirely on borrowed time. This will happen again, and with even more gods. Sunny: We'll figure it out. And Mammon? Mammon: What? Speak. [Sunny places a hand on Mammon's shoulder and squeezes. He recoils but is unable to pull away.] Sunny: If you try to pull a stunt like this again, I will thrash your ass so thoroughly that you will never sit again. Am I clear? Mammon: Yes, crystal. Now unhand me. [Sunny releases her grip. Mammon steps back, rubbing his shoulder.] Sunny: Now, where's your closest mirror? [Mammon points to one near the back of the room. Agent Sunny nods and walks over, biting down on her thumb. Agent Davy follows alongside Zacharias.] Mammon: Hold, crow. Where are you going? Zacharias: HUH? Mammon: I don't recall telling you you had permission to leave. [Davy opens their mouth to speak, but Sunny places a hand on their shoulder.] Zacharias: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? Mammon: You know I don't joke. I don't appreciate your defiance, tone, language, or smell, but I do have to commend you on somehow still managing to bring the Foundation agents here despite everything. As such I will return you your basic title, albeit with a pay cut. Zacharias: MAN, BOSS, I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY. Mammon: Then shut it, and wait on standby. I'll have something for you to do soon. Zacharias: ACTUALLY, I DO KNOW WHAT TO SAY. Mammon: Oh? Zacharias: YEAH. GO FUCK YOURSELF, EAT SHIT, AND DIE. IN THAT ORDER. Agents Sunny and Davy returned via a mirror in Site-58's first floor breakroom shortly following the transmission of the above alongside a black crow. The crow was initially detained by site security personnel but quickly released per the Agents' request. SCP-7679's corpse ceased floating following their return and began reforming. After five hours, SCP-7679 reanimated. All anomalous weather phenomena returned to normal shortly after. Addendum 7679.2: SCP-7679 Observation Log Observation Log Date: March 15th, 2024 <Begin log> [Zacharias is seen in SCP-7679's chambers, observing it from a distance as it absentmindedly eats grass. His feathers contain a light golden sheen, with prominent golden tips across his head and neck.] [After a few minutes, Agents Sunny and Davy enter.] Sunny: Hey, thought you'd be here. Zacharias: WHY'S THAT? Sunny: Because you've been in here almost every day since the mission ended. That and you're molting feathers. There's a whole trail from your chamber to Chuck's. I do like the gold, by the way. Zacharias: THANKS. I'M NOT REALLY SURE WHERE IT CAME FROM BUT… I DUNNO, FEELS NICE. THE CHAMBER THOUGH? DEFINITELY NOT NICE, AND THE SERVICE HERE IS HOT ASS. Davy: Be patient, Hanneman and Caraway have a small crew and a lot of anomalies to take care of here. Zacharias: I'M NOT SOME FREAKING "ANOMALY" LIKE THE MOUTH BREATHERS HERE. I DESERVE SOME RESPECT. LIKE THIS? THIS THING HERE? [He holds up his right leg, motioning to a yellow tag with a barcode that has been affixed around his ankle.] Zacharias: HUMILIATING. THIS PLACE IS LIKE A PRISON. Davy: Well… [Davy scratches the back of their head, revealing a new tattoo on their left forearm. Zacharias's head perks up.] Zacharias: HOLD UP, IS THAT…? Davy: Your sigil? Yeah, I hope you don't mind. It felt like the best way to commemorate our first mission, y'know? Zacharias: "OUR FIRST MISSION?" Davy: That's actually why we came over here. Sunny: We have an offer for you, if you're interested. Zacharias: OFFER? LIKE A DEAL? I'M ALL EARS. Sunny: We were talking with the other members of the team, and we reviewed the footage from the SCP-7679 recovery mission. Davy: Lots of footage split between two different bodycams. Those guys got angles and shots I never want to see again. Sunny: To keep it brief, we're interested in making you a member of MTF Chi-58. Interested? [Zacharias stares, beak agape. Tears begin to form in his eyes.] Davy: Are you crying? Zacharias: YEAH? WHAT ABOUT IT, SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'M EMOTIONAL. [Davy grins, and throws their hands up in feigned innocence.] Zacharias: BUT I GOTTA ASK WHY, Y'KNOW? WHY ME? Davy: Your help during that mission was invaluable, not just in getting us where we needed to go but also risking your own life more than once to save ours. Zacharias: YOU DID IT FOR ME. IT WAS PURELY TRANSACTIONAL. Sunny: Was it now? [Zacharias cocks his head to the side, clicking his beak. His eyes glint.] Zacharias: NO IT WASN'T. AT SOME POINT I THINK I DECIDED I KINDA LIKED YOU TWO FUCKERS. Sunny: Beyond the life-saving stuff, having a proper Dreamscape native around never hurts. So, what do you say? [Zacharias sniffles before taking flight. He lands on Davy's shoulder and spreads his wings out, resting them across each agent's shoulders.] Zacharias: OF FUCKING COURSE. BESIDES, YOU GUYS COULD USE SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME AROUND. Sunny: Welcome to MTF Chi-58 then, Agent Zachy. Zacharias: THANKS, GUYS. REALLY. [SCP-7679 watches as the three agents leave the room. It smiles.] Footnotes 1. An extradimensional space directly affected by the human subconscious. 2. Colloquially known as a groundhog or woodchuck. 3. Artificial Intelligence Constructs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7679" by OriTiefling, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7679. Licensed under CC-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-7680 | safe | Item#: 7680 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedure: Agents are to be assigned to the edge of SCP-7680’s perimeter to stop any individuals from entering the affected area without proper authorization. Any agents entering the affected zone must be briefed on this document and be aware of SCP-7680-1’s abilities. Agents should not interact with SCP-7680-1 if encountered, as the entity will completely ignore personnel that do not engage with it. Individuals trapped within the affected area during a restructuring event should be considered lost until effective containment measures can be implemented. Description: SCP-7680 is the designation given to Site-77 and the surrounding 100km of land following SCP-7680-1’s attack on the site. The affected area appears to reset itself to 11:30 am February 9th, 2019 upon SCP-7680-1’s death or discretion. The memories, placement, and state of humans and objects revert to how they were upon a Reset Event. A secondary effect of SCP-7680 is the slow degradation of reality within the area. Reset Events have begun to make random objects or structures within the site operate in a fashion not consistent with baseline reality. The most common form of this has been the size of objects becoming inconsistent with their appearance. This makes certain walls intangible and specific boxes able to be felt while meters away. Other observed effects include locations experiencing kinetic buildup and barrels displaying anomalous resistance to blunt force, other effects observed have not been listed due to quantity. These anomalous effects seem to increase with each Reset Event and it is unknown if this is intentional. Discovery: SCP-7680 first came to the Foundation’s attention after Site-77 started sending repeated emails, reports, and breach alerts to neighboring sites. After contacting staff and observing outgoing security footage, it was discovered that time was reverting at seemingly random intervals. Further investigation revealed an intruder breaching the site, now dubbed SCP-7680-1. SCP-7680-1 is suspected to be the cause of SCP-7680, as the effect began when it arrived and the subject appears to retain memories between Reset Events. SCP-7680-1 appears as a baseline human, consistently wearing archetypical “cowboy” attire with the addition of a Nintendo Power Glove1. The subject is a Hispanic male standing around 1.8 meters tall. SCP-7680-1’s outfit is suspected to relate to the anomaly in some way, specifically its glove, which is believed to be the source of SCP-7680. SCP-7680-1 uses its ability to repeatedly breach the site and terminate the Site Director, Shirley Gillespie. The subject will normally stick to the same route, only ever deviating if a more effective route to terminate Site Director Gillespie is discovered. Gillespie reported that she did not know SCP-7680-1, and is unaware of a potential motive. Addendum 1 - SCP-7680-1’s Routes: A record of routes taken by SCP-7680-1 has been documented here in order to better understand how to contain SCP-7680. This report has been compiled from both site security cameras and a listening device that MTF Agents managed to plant on SCP-7680-1. Strategy-001 ACCESS FILE: STRATEGY-001 CLOSE FILE Strategy-001: SCP-7680-1 spent several weeks running this specific method before agents could plant the listening device on his body. This segment shows the fastest time between SCP-7680-1’s entrance and the death of Site Director Gillespie: Step 1: 11:42 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7680-1 approaches the site from the south end, nearing the door to the Processing Unit. Dr. Stevens is outside on a smoke break when SCP-7680-1 arrives. SCP-7680-1 opens conversation with Dr. Stevens) SCP-7680-1: Howdy fella! Goddamn, am I glad to see you! Stevens: Who the fuck are you? (SCP-7680-1 keeps a quick place toward Stevens.) SCP-7680-1: I don’t mean any harm, I’m a tourist. I was driving through when my car broke down. Stevens: Driving through where? There’s not a town for miles. SCP-7680-1: I was just heading to Mt. Silver, I’m a hiker. Stevens: Mt. Silver? (SCP-7680-1 closes the distance and punches Stevens, knocking him out. It begins undressing Stevens while appearing to talk to itself.) SCP-7680-1: One punch down, that’s big… Ah yeah, badge in the front pocket, this is definitely a gold, boys. (SCP-7680-1 enters via the Processing Unit’s back door with Stevens’ Level-1 Clearance Card.) [END LOG] Step 2: 11:57 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7680-1 is seen walking into the Grand Mess Hall where it immediately jogs to Researcher Esther Grant who is walking to the bathroom. SCP-7680-1 stops her by hurrying over and leaning against the bathroom door.) SCP-7680-1: Whoa, someone hit the breach alarm! We got ourselves a Keter-Class hottie! Grant: Wow… does that like, ever work? (SCP-7680-1 punches Grant and pushes her into the bathroom before taking her Level-2 Clearance Card.) SCP-7680-1: Every time. (SCP-7680-1 heads for the Office Hall doors) SCP-7680-1: Yes Quillstrike, the flirting is required. You gotta stop her before she makes it to the bathroom because she’ll make a scene if you force yourself in. (SCP-7680-1 leaves the Grand Mess Hall, walking into the Office Halls.) [END LOG] Step 3: 13:09 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7680-1 is seen entering the Safe Wing with Grant’s key card. It steps into Common Room #1 where it immediately pulls the breach alarm and waits for half an hour. During this time, most security and staff exit the building. The only remaining member on the floor is Security Guard Francis Wells, who elected to stay and wait for researchers on the lower floors to get out. SCP-7680-1 exits Common Room #1 and heads to Ground Floor’s West Security Checkpoint. It is stopped by a fleeing staff member, Doctor Natalie Crane.) Crane: Sir, sir! Do you hear the alarm, you need to go! SCP-7680-1: Don’t worry plum, I’m leaving right after I grab my doohickey! Crane: But sir! SCP-7680-1: Doing my stuff! Thank you, ma’am! Crane: Fine, do what you want! (Crane is seen exiting into the Office Halls) SCP-7680-1: Jesus Christ. Eight seconds by the way. Fuckin’ dick! Fifty-fifty chance my ass… Yeah, bad RNG but I’m not resetting, I’m still ahead and I can save on Euclid. Like, don’t get me wrong, it sucks but it’s not so bad that I gotta reset. (SCP-7680-1 enters the West Security Checkpoint where Wells immediately stops him.) Wells: Hey, hold up doc. I’m not sure if you’re aware but the fuckin’ breach alarm is going off so you need to leave! SCP-7680-1: Damn, really? That’s crazy. HOLY SHIT, IT’S RIGHT THERE! (Wells turns around to face where SCP-7680-1 is pointing, only for it to take Well’s gun and fire into the agent’s head.) SCP-7680-1: Easy. Seriously, someone needs to stop me, I’m a demon. (SCP-7680-1 enters the elevator with Well’s sidearm in hand.) [END LOG] Step 4: 13:47 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7680-1 is seen standing in the elevator heading down to Sub-Level 1’s Euclid Wing. Half way down, it begins to talk to itself.) SCP-7680-1: What the fuck is this? Frankie can’t do it, he’ll reset this shot. Why the fuck are you rooting against me? (SCP-7680-1 lifts his weapon and aims at the elevator door.) SCP-7680-1: Ah, he’s bad, can’t do it, just uninstall. Shut up and watch this, huh. (The elevator dings and SCP-7680-1 immediately starts firing as the doors open, clipping Researcher Frank Howard in the leg as he rounded the corner at the end of the hall. Howard falls on the ground and SCP-7680-1 laughs.) SCP-7680-1: Yeah? Frankie’s bad, yeah? Keep emoting you little shits! You’re coping, you’re seething! (Howard manages to stand and run for the Severe Breach Alarm. SCP-7680-1 immediately starts firing again but his bullets are deflected by a barrel suffering from the anomalous distortion effects mentioned earlier. Even though the bullets should have hit Howard, they instead bounce off of the invisible space occupied by the barrel. Howard successfully hits the alarm before SCP-7680-1 can land a shot.) SCP-7680-1: You’re kidding, you’re actually fucking joking. I don’t wanna see a single one of you assholes say a goddamn word, you hear me?… Hey, give that guy a time out, the OMEGALUL guy. I want him banned… We’re not resetting… Okay for those of you who don’t know, setting off the normal alarm upstairs only evacuates the building but setting it off down here spawns in the MTF Agents. Don’t ask me why, probably some lore reason or something, doesn’t matter. We’re doing Flamingo strat… Yes, I know it isn’t routed but it’s the only thing I can do to save this run. (SCP-7680-1 takes Howard’s Level-3 Clearance Card and takes the elevator to Sub-Level 2’s Euclid Wing.) [END LOG] Step 5: 14:05 (SCP-7680-1 exits the elevator and immediately starts sprinting down the hall. MTF Psi-7, "Home Improvement" enters via the opposite elevator and fire at SCP-7680-1 as it ducks into the Wildlife Containment Wing. It continues running until reaching the containment cell for SCP-1507. SCP-7680-1 bangs on the door a few times before opening it and hiding in a nearby storage closet.) SCP-7680-1: That was super fucking lucky, normally you can get grabbed there by the stupid, eight-second animation but we managed to dodge in time. (All instances of SCP-1507 exit the cell and attack Psi-7 as they round the corner. The conflict kills every MTF member present and all but one instance of SCP-1507 which SCP-7680-1 immediately terminates when exiting the closet.) SCP-7680-1: Huge. Now if we timed that right, card 4 should cross the observation deck in just a few seconds. (SCP-7680-1 peeks into SCP-1507’s containment cell and waits exactly 40 seconds before firing into the observation window. Senior Researcher Gregory Campbell is struck in the leg and falls through the window, killing him when he hits the ground.) SCP-7680-1: Holy shit! Mom, get the camera! Somebody clip that, this is the new meta. (SCP-7680-1 quickly takes Campbell’s Level 4 key card and an assault rifle from the Psi-7 remains. It travel’s back to the elevator which it immediately fires into before it opens, killing the rest of Psi-7 which was waiting inside. SCP-7680-1 takes the elevator to Site Director Gillespie’s office.) [END LOG] Step 6: 14:22 (Site Director Gillespie is sitting at her desk as the elevator doors open and SCP-7680-1 enters the room.) Gillespie: I must say. You’ve displayed an incredible amount of talent today. But now you’re going to- (SCP-7680-1 shoots Gillespie in the head.) SCP-7680-1: Wow. Two-forty-forty-two. That’s a fucking beautiful number right there… Few hiccups, yeah, but we can clean it up… go ahead and unban the OMEGALUL guy, I’m not mad anymore. [END LOG] ACCESS FILE: COUNTERMEASURES 001-004 CLOSE FILE Strategy-001 Countermeasures: Senior Researcher Regan Morgan was assigned to the containment of SCP-7680. She developed a number of countermeasures that made this method completely impossible for SCP-7680-1. The hope was that SCP-7680-1 would become bored when its strategy became difficult. This has not resulted in the capture of SCP-7680-1 but it has provided information on its background and motivation. The list of these countermeasures can be found here: CM-001: An automated message was sent to Dr. Stevens upon each Reset Event. This message told him not to smoke and managed to keep SCP-7680-1 from assaulting Stevens and stealing his keycard. Result: SCP-7680-1 reset the site several times in an attempt to get Stevens to leave the building. Eventually, it started utilizing a plate from a nearby dumpster, placing it against a wall and head-butting it. This plate was affected by SCP-7680’s secondary ability, allowing SCP-7680-1 to phase through Dr. Stevens’ office wall and assault him. CM-002: Natalie Crane was sent an automated message instructing her to stop SCP-7680-1 every time they pass each other in the hall. Additionally, she was told to do whatever she could to keep it from walking away. Result: SCP-7680-1 initially tried ignoring Crane, but this became impossible as she started blocking its path. It proceeded to say, “Run’s dead,” before strangling Crane and snapping its own neck. Following cycles showed SCP-7680-1 preemptively killing Crane instead of ignoring her. CM-003: Esther Grant was sent an automated message telling her to hide in the kitchen before SCP-7680-1 entered the building. Result: SCP-7680-1 reset several times in an attempt to find Grant in her usual spot. Eventually, it searched the Grand Mess Hall and found her in the freezer. SCP-7680-1 made a remark about her “stupid, bugged out pathfinding” before killing her with a kitchen knife, followed by itself. Subsequent cycles showed SCP-7680-1 stealing a chef’s hat and killing Grant in the freezer every time. CM-004: Psi-7 is sent a message informing them of SCP-7680-1 and told to stand at the South Grand Mess Hall door and wait for it. It was suggested that they use non-lethal means as, at this time, the anomaly had not displayed the ability to reset outside of his death. Result: Step 2-11:50 [BEGIN LOG] (Psi-7 is seen standing at the north end of the Grand Mess Hall with guns trained on the south end door. SCP-7680-1 enters and immediately notices Psi-7.) SCP-7680-1: WHAT THE- (Psi-7 fires into SCP-7680-1’s legs causing him to fall to the ground. Interestingly, the subject displays no signs of pain. Only agitation.) SCP-7680-1: NEVER! Neeeeever, never, never! How the fuck did I aggro them! No, guys! How. The fuck. Did I. Aggro them. I walked in the building and picked up a card! I clocked in and they shot at me… Oh wow, you’re right, they must have noticed me attacking Stevens. Guys, your wit knows no bounds. One small question. HOW THE FUCK DID THEY SEE THAT! That happened two seconds ago on the other side of the building. They spawn in the barracks! They sit in barracks jerking each other till alarm 2 goes off… Guys, you’re pissing me off and- BAN HIM! BAN THE OMEGALUL GUY! I WANT HIM GONE! (SCP-7680-1 is seen pressing a button on his glove before a Reset event occurs. The subject has not attempted this strategy since.) [END LOG] Progress Report From Senior Researcher Regan Morgan: Progress Report-001 You know, there’s a lot of bad omens and superstitions in the Foundation. Despite being an organization run by scientists, you’d be hard-pressed not to find at least a handful of doctors that believe in old wives' tales. Normally I don’t pay any mind to these but goddamn it, I should have listened when One said, “Don’t fucking go to Italy for vacation.” Site-77 has had another containment breach and lucky ole me was the nearest person able to head this investigation. I just had to see Venice, huh? Well, now I’m stuck in a tent in the middle of a desert surrounded by a team composed of whoever happened to be nearby at the time. Needless to say, no one wants to be here. Let’s just get to the anomaly. At first, I thought this was someone with a vendetta against Gillespie as killing her seemed to be his primary objective. Then we put the mic on the guy and my perception of him changed. The first sentence we gathered from him was, “Woah baby, that’s a big dub. Gold splits and +15, this is definitely a new PB for sure, let’s get some dubs and bits in the chat now boys.” So I thought, “Wow, this man is clearly insane and speaking gibberish.” Little did I know, an assistant in the other room somehow recognized these random phrases and told us to see if there were any signals leaving the site. Sure enough, we found an unrecognized signal leaving the building. We put the IT guys to work finding out what it was and where it was going. This is when we started implementing the countermeasures and I notices his word choices. He said the word “guys” a lot. That, along with a few other phrases tipped me off on what was going on here. I needed to call my twelve-year-old cousin to be sure but I knew what it was. The signal turned out to be a live stream where at least a hundred viewers watch and comment on SCP-7680-1’s actions. The title of the stream is “Site-77 Any% World Record”. This person was doing an activity that my assistant described as “speedrunning”. Strategy-002 ACCESS FILE: STRATEGY-002 CLOSE FILE Strategy-002: Following the various countermeasures implemented by Researcher Morgan, SCP-7680-1 abandoned the previous route all together in hopes of finding more efficient methods. During this process, several attempts were made to both remove the glove and subdue SCP-7680-1. All attempts to take the device were unsuccessful as the glove appeared to be attached via a powerful adhesive. Attempting to subdue SCP-7680-1 also failed as it managed to bite down on a Potassium Cyanide capsule fitted to its back molar. Further attempts at containing were halted until proper ideas could be conceived. SCP-7680-1 spent three days routing before finalizing its second strategy. Step 1: 11:40 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7680-1 is seen approaching the west side wall with a dinner tray in hand.) SCP-7680-1: Remember chat, five paces and straight down. (SCP-7680-1 stands at the south west corner of the building and leans the plate against the wall. It takes five steps back before sprinting and diving head first into the plate. This manages to phase him through the ground and into Sub-Level 1’s west checkpoint. The security guard, Ted Wilmer is attacked by SCP-7680-1 as it lands on top of him and wrestles the gun from its hands. Wilmer is killed in the fight.) SCP-7680-1: Fuckin’ spectacular clip… Yeah the fight could have been prettier but anything is going to be faster right now so let’s not get our panties in a wad, okay? (SCP-7680-1 takes Wilmer’s gun and a Clearance Level 2 keycard before walking north out of the checkpoint.) [END LOG] Step 2: 11:57 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7680-1 walks to the other side of the floor and sits outside the entrance of the Euclid Testing Wing of Sub-Level 1.) SCP-7680-1: Tuck in boys, this is the big time waster. We got about 15 minutes till someone leaves the testing wing. We can’t get in without card 3 and those are all behind level 3 doors unless you trip the alarm… We can’t trip the alarm because it’ll break the route. Everyone has to be in the building when we make it to “staircase”. Trust me guys, this is the meta. (SCP-7680-1 sits next to the door for 17 minutes before a group of researchers exit the Testing Wing, leaving the door swinging closed behind them. SCP-7680-1 takes off his boot and props the door open with it before walking inside and sprinting for Testing Room-006.) SCP-7680-1: Moment of truth boys. Get ready for the pen strat. (SCP-7680-1 goes to Testing Rooms 006, 009, 012, and 018, collecting coffee mugs full of pens. Once it completes this task it exits the Testing Wing, putting on the boot it left in the door just as Natalie Crane walks by and notices.) Crane: Excuse me, sir, you can’t prop the doors open. SCP-7680-1: Ohhhhhhh, I’m glad to see you. Crane: Sir? SCP-7680-1: Hey, you mind holding this for me real quick? (SCP-7680-1 brandishes its handgun and fires into Crane’s throat. Crane falls onto the ground as SCP-7680-1 continues to the elevator.) SCP-7680-1: That’s for ruining my other runs you fucking bitch! (SCP-7680-1 enters the elevator and heads to the ground floor.) [END LOG] Step 3: 12:22 (SCP-7680-1 exits the elevator and runs to the nearest exit, that being the Processing Unit’s back door. Once outside SCP-7680-1 displays a previously undiscovered anomaly with these pens. Due to the reality decay, the pens lack any physics properties when removed from their mugs. This makes them completely immovable objects that float in the area they are removed. SCP-7680-1 uses this to make a staircase of floating pens up to Director Gillespie’s office.) SCP-7680-1: The trick is to get in a rhythm when placing these. I had to practice for like a whole day when I first learned this because holy fuck is it easy to fall. Splits look good and we should be in range right about… (SCP-7680-1 jumps through Director Gillespie’s window and picks itself up as Gillespie screams in shock.) SCP-7680-1: Hey Shirley. (SCP-7680-1 fires into Site Director Gillespie’s head.) SCP-7680-1: Bye Shirley. Wow, one-twenty-five-thirty-two. We clean that up we could be looking at a sub-one hour. 10/10 guys, thanks to all the subs I missed and bits. Let’s do it again! (SCP-7680-1 executes itself with it’s own weapon causing a Reset Event.) [END LOG] ACCESS FILE: COUNTERMEASURES 005-008 CLOSE FILE CM-005: Ted Wilmer was given ample ammunition and warning before SCP-7680-1 arrived. The desired result was to recreate the effect CM-004 had. Providing an obstacle that SCP-7680-1 would have to adapt to. Result: Wilmer successfully killed SCP-7680-1 twenty-seven times. However, by the twenty-eighth attempt SCP-7680-1 had memorized where Wilmer would aim and used this knowledge to successfully overpower and kill Wilmer. To make up for lost time, SCP-7680-1 has started skipping everywhere it goes. It refers to this as “bunny hopping” and says it saves 3.4 seconds. The validity of this has yet to be determined. CM-006: All staff within the Testing Wing were told to stay inside to prevent SCP-7680-1 from accessing the pens. Result: SCP-7680-1 used a dinner plate to clip through the wall and access the pens. CM-007: Natalie Crane was told to kill SCP-7680-1 when their paths crossed. The desired result was that this would anger SCP-7680-1 enough to stop this strategy. Result: Crane did manage to kill SCP-7680-1 with a handgun and this succeeded in angering it. So much so that it halted its speedrun and dedicated seven separate cycles to the torture and killing of Crane. Following routes have shown SCP-7680-1 preemptively killing Crane. CM-008: Staff were told to empty the pens from the mugs before SCP-7680-1 arrived. This was meant to make the staircase method completely impossible. Result: Staff constantly managed to pour out all but one mug. This was initially viewed as a success, since SCP-7680-1 needed at least four in order to make the climb. However, after some routing, SCP-7680-1 managed to launch itself most of the way up by throwing a grenade at the ground, placing a dinner plate above it, and standing on the plate. The blast manages to launch SCP-7680-1 to a height that makes one mug viable. CM-009: Psi-7 was sent outside and told to shoot SCP-7680-1 when it attempted to tower up. The desired result was that SCP-7680-1 would be unable to properly memorize and dodge attacks while balancing on pens. Result: SCP-7680-1 attempted this strategy forty-seven more times before finally giving up. The subject has not attempted this strategy since. Progress Report from Senior Researcher Regan Morgan: Progress Report-002 Before this assignment, my only interaction with video games was when my sister Amelia handed me a controller and disrespected me so viscerally with Pikachu in Smash 64 that I completely ignored them the rest of my life. I never suspected that knowledge of “gaming” and its “culture” would be relevant in my career. I also didn’t expect my assistant, who had previously only prepared coffee, to be working as my right hand man. His name is Caden and he’s honestly been invaluable to this mission. At first, he acted as my translator as 7680-1 had a habit of saying a string of words like, “Maybe we can pull a BotW wind bomb and that would make a faster Oblivion paintbrush strat.” I would hear this and just think, “Wow, that certainly sounds like it means something.” But Caden knew exactly what these thing meant and was able to walk me through it. I really can’t believe I’m saying these words but… gaming kind of is its own culture with differing subcultures. The one we’re dealing with is the speedrunning subculture. No matter how many times Caden explains it to me I don’t really understand the appeal. These people spend hours and multiple attempts on the same game in order to play it faster than other people. Some get paid for it but many, like 7680-1, do it for fun. I really don’t get it, there’s no incentive or reward for doing it. It is solely just for fun. In the beginning I didn’t think this information would change anything. We’d just get the glove off or kill him repeatedly till he gave up. Caden told us that wouldn’t work but we didn’t listen because he’s just an assistant, what does he know? Well what do you know, he was right. Countermeasures 005-008 were failures as he had planned ahead for people taking the glove, and only seemed more excited to do the run when we were trying to kill him or block his path. So I returned to Caden and asked him what to do. He said that 7680-1 and all other speedruns do what they do because it’s fun. There are plenty of games and places that these people can choose from but they are specifically dedicating themselves to this one because it’s fun. We need to make it not fun. Now I thought we were already doing that by taking away things he needed and giving the security guard plenty of guns to kill him 20 times over. Caden thought differently, saying that making something difficult doesn’t make a game less fun as most players and speed runners specifically are masochists. The more difficult you make something, the better they’ll feel when they beat it. He said that I could put an army between him and Gillespie and it would only make 7680-1 want to kill her more. To better explain this, he showed me clips from a game called “Bloodborne”. I was shown two boss fights (enemies at the end of a level), one was a big horse monster and the other was some dude with a birdcage on his head. He told me that the difference between these two fights is the difference between a game being fun and a game being tedious. The horse is an unforgiving, relentless enemy that punishes the smallest mistakes and the other runs away for 20 minutes before spamming a single attack that will instantly kill you. The main idea of what he’s saying is that it’s not that we need to make a brick wall. It’s that we need to make his route a chore. So that’s what we did. We let him go through the entire route, over an hour long build up, just to snipe him in the air at the end. If he wanted to re-attempt, he’d have to spend another hour getting to that point only to die again. Caden described it as evil and exactly what we needed. Once again, the kid was right. SCP-7680-1 is currently rerouting again and I’m confident that if we can continue this strat, we can make him quit within a month or two. If I can take a moment to get something off my chest? I’ve been feeling very angry recently. I know this is probably irrational but there’s an intense hatred inside me, directed at 7680-1. I’m not sure why. Maybe the endless attempts at containing him only to fail repeated are hitting a little too close to home. I came to Italy in order to forget about 7570 and yet here I am. Feeling the same fucking thing. Reset. After reset. After reset. Fuck Frankie and fuck [REDACTED]. Strategy-003 ACCESS FILE: STRATEGY-003 CLOSE FILE Strategy-003: SCP-7680-1 has begun using various reality distortions and even other anomalies within Site-77. The degradation has started to complete break aspects of reality. It has been estimated that within one month, a dangerous anomaly is likely to escape and leave the effected range of SCP-7680. Within two months, reality is estimated to have degraded to a point where the site is considered lost. The following is the most recent strategy SCP-7680-1 has utilized: Step 1: 11:30 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7680-1 starts the cycle 5km from the site. It immediately turns around and crouches before jumping backward. This activates an area of kinetic buildup that propels it at a speed of 640 km/h directly toward Site-77) SCP-7680-1: Fuckin’ spectacular ABH. God, this exploit takes me back to my “Half-Life 2” days. How many of you were viewers back then? (SCP-7680-1 talks as he lands near the site and immediately grabs a dinner plate from the dumpster.) SCP-7680-1: Wow, quite a few of you fellas are long-time viewers. Those were the days, right? I’d give anything to play that for the first time again… “Frankie, you should play ‘Hunt Down the Freeman’”. Ban that guy for a year, I’m not kidding. (SCP-7680-1 phases into the barracks with the dinner plate.) [END LOG] Step 2: 11:33 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7680-1 enters the barracks and immediately sprints to the northwest corner of the room. Psi-7 instantly notices and retrieves their weapons, yelling at SCP-7680-1 to freeze.) SCP-7680-1: Please don't shoot me. Please don't shoot me. RN-Jesus have mercy on my sinful soul- and we're here. (SCP-7680-1 puts its face in the corner and quickly turns around twice. This causes everyone on the Ground Floor to spontaneously combust and for all walls on the floor to vanish entirely.) SCP-7680-1: Pretty good run so far. Usually, that glitch fucks up the floor too but collision still seems to be working. [END LOG] Step 3: 11:41 [BEGIN LOG] (With the walls of the floor gone, SCP-7680-1 walks into the Safe Containment Wing and uses a gun from the remains of a nearby guard to shoot open two Containment Lockers for SCP-512 and SCP-649.) SCP-7680-1: It really is incredible how much cool shit is here that we never used. I spent like a week trying to get the "Shit's broke" spray to work but this is just so fucking optimal. Only downside is that I can't stay on it for more than five minutes without getting struck by lightning. (SCP-7680-1 strikes an instance of SCP-649 before throwing it on the ground outside of the building. The subject waits as the anomaly takes effect, dropping the temperature and causing strong winds to manifest. After five minutes SCP-7680-1 opens SCP-512 directly over the instance of SCP-649, allowing it to haphazardly fly into the air at high speeds.) SCP-7680-1: Best strat, hands down, it's honestly probably too much fun if we're being real. (SCP-7680-1 flies through the window of Site Director Gillespie's office and executes her with its handgun.) SCP-7680-1: Holy shit. Sixteen-twenty-two. Are you joking? That's minutes by the way. Sixteen minutes. How far we've come, guys. (SCP-7680-1 executes itself causing a reset event) [END LOG] ACCESS FILE: COUNTERMEASURES 009-012 CLOSE FILE Strategy-003 Countermeasures: Senior Researcher Regan Morgan is aware of the threat the Reset Events pose and is doing everything in her power to contain SCP-7680-1. With the threat of a reality failure and the build-up of anomalies with nowhere to go, the O5 Council has considered moving someone else to the head of this project. Researcher Morgan assured results by the end of the month: CM-009: With the threat level of SCP-7680 so prominent, more drastic measures have been considered. Guards were told to shoot at the power Glove in hopes of destroying the device. Result: It was discovered that the Power Glove is seemingly impervious to all types of damage, physical or magical. CM-010: The dinner plate that SCP-7680-1 regularly uses to clip into the building has been removed from the dumpster in hopes of slowing SCP-7680-1. Result: SCP-7680-1 managed to perform a backwards long jump by utilizing the dumpster itself to "interrupt the jump animation" which propelled it through the wall. CM-011: An attempt was made to open a dialogue with SCP-7680-1. Normally the Foundation doesn’t negotiate with active terrorists but the threat was deemed extreme enough to consider. The hope was that SCP-7680-1 could be reasoned with once the situation was explained to it. Result: SCP-7680-1 initially ignored all attempts at communication but eventually he was cornered by Esther Grant who attempted to warn it. SCP-7680-1 appeared to mainly talk to its chat during this, commenting on the "stupid, melodramatic dialogue". CM-12: All doors were left open. SCP-7680-1 was given a Clearance Level 5 keycard and a handgun. The desired result was that SCP-7680-1 would complete the fastest possible time and become bored with the run. This was a last resort as this meant SCP-7680-1 would be able to leave with the Power Glove. Result: SCP-7680-1 managed to kill Site Director Gillespie in two minutes. Following this, it admitted that the run would likely not produce a better time. It appeared as if SCP-7680-1 would completely give up and leave. However, on its way out of the building, Natalie Crane stopped SCP-7680-1, saying that its outfit was against the dress code. SCP-7680-1 stated, "Fuck it, let's just have a 100% run, boys," before shooting Crane and starting a rampage through the site. Further cycles done by SCP-7680-1 have shown it abandoning the formula altogether in favor of random violence. Progress Report from Senior Researcher Regan Morgan: Progress Report-003 I won't lie to you. I'm kind of at a loss. We had one plan. Just the one. Make the game so boring that the idiot threw his controller at the screen and fucked off. Yet, that didn't work and I should have known that it wouldn't because I know guys like him. I might be a stranger to the culture but I know him. People like him are petty, they don't accept losing or ever being put in a position that makes it seem as if they're not on top. The chat is an echo chamber, he kills Crane repeatedly for a grudge she doesn't even remember, he fucking emotes when he makes a good time. He's a literal child and this is his temper tantrum. He's going insane in there. Releasing anomalies, killing staff, and just setting off the various explosives in the building. That's bad enough but it's made even worse by the site collapsing more and more by the day. People are falling into the ground and getting thrown into the stratosphere for stepping on small sections of ground with a slight angle. It won't be long until the entire building becomes a black hole or crater. We've been pulling all-nighters to keep up. Every full night's sleep is at least 100 resets and 1,000 more "glitches", as Caden calls them. The kid's really been helping out recently. Pointed out a few things we probably would have never noticed, like how 7680-1 likely sees his chat through his glasses. He's even been writing the recent countermeasure reports. As if those are helping us any. I just don't know what else to try. Well, that's not exactly true. I do have a plan. A plan that has to be executed perfectly if it has any hope of working. You see, there's one thing I have that he doesn't. I have every stream he's ever done. His every action for the past month. I've studied the way he acts, fights, manages resources. I know him better than he probably knows himself and THAT is something I can use. There are encounters, entities, and objects he will go out of his way to avoid and if I can catch him off guard with these, I might be able to beat him. I've run it by Caden and while he agrees that it could work, it's very likely that something would go wrong. And unlike 7680-1, I only get one attempt. Fuck. Might as well. Caden knows the culture, Frankie's doing it for fun and to beat him we have to make it un-fun. But now we're not dealing with a speedrunner, we're dealing with an asshole suffering from a God complex. Lucky for me, I have experience in that department. ACCESS FILE: COUNTERMEASURE 013 CLOSE FILE Step 1: 11:30 (SCP-7680-1 starts the cycle 5km from the site. It immediately turns around and crouched before jumping backward. This activates an area of kinetic buildup that propels it at a speed of 640 km/h directly toward Site-77) SCP-7680-1: So what will it be today, chat? I think we should take another stab at the nuke because if we can get that off it'll be huge. I know torturing Gillespie didn't get the launch codes last time but I got a good feeling about this one. (SCP-7680-1 lands outside the barracks and approaches the dumpster for a backward long jump. As it approaches though, it notices two items placed on the dumpster. A handgun and a small postcard from Milam, Texas.) SCP-7680-1: Huh, this never spawns here… What's this say? (SCP-7680-1 flips over the card.) SCP-7680-1: Yeah, there's some writing here. "Meet me at Gillespie's office. Signed Your Biggest Fan." Wow, which of you guys did this? Was it you, Alfie? You son of a bitch. (It takes both items just as the backdoor to the Processing Unit opens. SCP-7680-1 notices this and tilts its head, clearly confused. In the end, it walks into the building and past the staff who watch it silently. SCP-7680-1 reaches the utility elevator and presses the button.) SCP-7680-1: Huh, never realized this was a horror game, heh… Kinda weird right? They never do this. Something's off. (The elevator takes five minutes to arrive and when it finally opens a burly man with a Dolley steps off, nodding to SCP-7680-1 who doesn't appear to notice. It takes the elevator to Site Director Gillespie's office and talks to the chat as it rises.) SCP-7680-1: Yeah, I'm not sure, I've scrubbed through every bit of this game but haven't seen anything like this. (The elevator doors open and SCP-7680-1 steps out into an empty office. Notably, there are several crates in the corner of the room that have never been present on previous runs. Additionally, a metal baseball bat sits on the desk.) SCP-7680-1: There's… no one here? Yeah, I'm not sure. Might do a reset, the games bugged… Hey are… Are those crates normally over there- (The elevator doors open and Senior Researcher Regan Morgan steps into the office.) Morgan: Ah, damn. You beat me here. I had a few things to organize but I thought for sure I'd get here first. Guess you are pretty fast with your "backward long jumping" and all. Besides, you are a speedrunner after all. (SCP-7680-1 is silent for a few seconds.) SCP-7680-1: It's… uh… Actually called accelerated back hopping. Backward long jumps are from Mario and are usually used for inclines- Morgan: Damn, that's crazy. (Morgan passes SCP-7680-1 and leans against the desk) Hey look, you got my card! Congrats, by the way! SCP-7680-1: What? Morgan: Sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Senior Researcher Regan Morgan, I was assigned to your containment and have spent the last month or so watching your streams. I'm actually kind of a big fan. SCP-7680-1: My containment, huh? Seems you've been doing a pretty shit job. Morgan: Right? You're just that good, I guess. That's actually part of the reason I'm here. The Foundation wants to congratulate you! SCP-7680-1: Congratulate me? Morgan: Yeah! At first they were pissed about this but after we really thought about it, you're doing us a favor. Site-77 is the biggest container of anomalous items in the world. With the degradation of reality, you've practically erased these issues from existence. All those problems are getting no clipped right into the void. I mean, do you know how much we'll save on electricity and water alone? Anyways, we'll be taking off after tonight, do whatever you want with the site. Have fun. SCP-7680-1: No! Morgan: Excuse me? SCP-7680-1: You aren't supposed to do this! That takes away from the whole point of it! Morgan: What do you mean? Wasn't the whole point to have fun? SCP-7680-1: No… Well, yes… But you shouldn't be doing this! Morgan: I'm a bit confused. What do you want me to do? SCP-7680-1: Fight back! Try to stop me! Morgan: What's the point? You're too good. Uncontainable. And a big money saver, I mean the insurance on this place- SCP-7680-1: Listen! You're going to go back to how it was or- Morgan: Or? Or what? No, let's be real, Frankie, what leverage do you really have? You gonna reset again? Go ahead, we can have this conversation again and get this place one more step into the ground. SCP-7680-1: Fucking stupid bitch! You're ruining this for me! Don't think I don't know what you're doing. I'm not going to be Bugs Bunnied by you! You want me to give up! But guess what? There are other places, other sites. I'll just go there and start from scratch! But you (SCP-7680-1 points its gun at Morgan who rolls her eyes.) Morgan: Oh noooo, a gun. Please don't shoot me. (SCP-7680-1 fires but the bullet bounces off the air directly in front of Morgan. SCP-7680-1 looks at the gun confused.) Morgan: Wow, guess this doesn't really happen to you? No wait it definitely did. Strategy one, step four, you always managed to hit a barrel with a "janky hitbox". Well, I went ahead and had the processing guys line my lab coat with pieces of that barrel. You see, you have all these tools at your disposal but never actually took the time to utilize them. I mean look what I was able to put together in eight minutes. SCP-7680-1: You… What is this? Morgan: The God-run. (Morgan presses a button on her wristpad that opens one of the nearby crates. An instance of SCP-1507 exits and immediately rushes SCP-7680-1 who tries to dodge but is ultimately attacked by the creature. Morgan picks up the baseball bat.) Morgan: How did you describe it? "The stupid, eight-second, grab animation". (Morgan swings the bat and manages to connect the blow with the top of SCP-7680-1's head. This knocks SCP-7680-1 away from SCP-1507 but the creature is immediately on it again before the subject can react.) Morgan: That one was a little high, hold still a moment. (Morgan swing directly into SCP-7680-1's jaw, knocking a few of its teeth onto the floor and once again separating SCP-7680-1 and SCP-1507. At this moment Consultant Caden Worley conducted a cyber assault on SCP-7680-1's stream. Hundreds of dollars worth of channel memberships and donations were sent to SCP-7680-1, overlaying his vision with animations and loud sound effects.) SCP-7680-1: I can't fucking see anything! There's fucking OMEGALULs all over my screen! Mods! Ban that- (Morgan grabs the base of SCP-1507 and throws it back at SCP-7680-1, trapping him in another struggle. This time, Morgan runs to SCP-7680-1 and grabs the glove, attempting to pull it off. She is unsuccessful as SCP-7680-1 manages to crush the head of SCP-1507 and pull away from Morgan.) SCP-7680-1: Fuck you, I win! (SCP-7680-1 places the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. However, the gun has exhausted its bullets and does not kill SCP-7680-1.) Morgan: Yeah… Wasn't really going to give you a full clip, now, was I? (SCP-7680-1 reaches for the button on its Power Glove, the empty pistol still in its hand. Morgan is faster and presses a button on her wristpad. A small explosive detonates in SCP-7680-1's hand, completely removing the non-gloved arm from its body and throwing SCP-7680-1 to the ground.) Morgan: But I was going to leave an explosive in the gun just in case you tried to press the button. That's the thing about streaming all your stuff. You become predictable. You never use your Power Glove hand to shoot and absolutely never put a gun away, even when it's empty. SCP-7680-1: Fucking bitch! (SCP-7680-1 swings its remaining fist at Morgan, only to have it bounce off the air a few inches from her face.) Morgan: Ugh, I thought we went over this. Barrel. SCP-7680-1: Oh, fuck this! (SCP-7680-1 attempts to press the reset button with its nose but Morgan swings her bat, first hitting its head, followed by a hard swing into its arm.) SCP-7680-1: Will you fucking stop! I can't even feel that! Morgan: Yeah, doesn't change the fact that your arm is broken. (SCP-7680-1 looks down and attempts to move its arm, eventually finding it to be unresponsive. It then runs for the edge of the room, likely attempting to press the button against the wall. Morgan hits its knee as it runs, knocking it to the ground. She quickly mounts the subject and removes a mug from her lab coat, dumping the contents onto the Power Glove. SCP-7680-1 pushes Morgan off of it but fails to stand as a collection of unmoveable pens are pinning its hand to the ground. SCP-7680-1 starts biting loudly as Morgan crosses the room and pulls SCP-512 from a crate, its handle having been removed and the point sharpened.) Morgan: Trying to bite your suicide pill? Yeah, I knocked that out of your mouth like three minutes ago. To be honest, I wasn't sure if this was going to work. There were a lot of what if’s in my plan, but I've found that in recent years I've always been lucky. (Morgan stabs SCP-512 into SCP-7680-1's leg and ensures it won't be pulled free. SCP-7680-1 begins banging its head against the floor in an attempt at suicide. Mogan crosses the room with her bat, stopping in front of the window.) Morgan: Wow, look at that snow. 649 really is something, huh? Thought experiment Frankie, what do you think is gonna give first? The immovable pens, the magic umbrella, or the skin keeping that glove on your hand? (Morgan shatters the window with the bat, releasing gale force winds into the building. SCP-512 begins violently pulling SCP-7680-1 to the opening, the only thing keeping them tethered being the pens.) SCP-7680-1: Okay, yep, I think I’m having a change of heart. Morgan: Wow, really? SCP-7680-1: We can talk about this, right? Morgan: Eh, never really been one for pointless conversations. (SCP-7680-1 slides a bit closer to the edge as the skin of its hand begins to peel.) SCP-7680-1: This is a bluff right? I mean, you guys don’t kill anomalies. Morgan: You’re not an anomaly though. Just the thing on your hand, and trust me, we’ll take very good care of that. (SCP-7680-1 slips a bit more.) SCP-7680-1: Please, come on, I don’t wanna die! Morgan: Take solace in the fact that you’ll die as you lived. Quickly. (SCP-7680-1 is yanked free of the glove and pulled into the snowstorm. It flies wildly in the air for several minutes before various lightning bolts strike SCP-512. Killing SCP-7680-1 instantly and permanently.) [END LOG] ACCESS FILE: UPDATED LOG, PENDING APPROVAL CLOSE FILE Item#: 7680 Level3 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Image of SCP-7680 taken following CM-016 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7680 is to be kept in a safe containment locker at Site-7 when not being utilized by Senior Researcher Regan Morgan2. Any personal wishing to transfer or cross test the device must first receive authorization from Researcher Morgan. Description: SCP-7680 is a modified, indestructible Nintendo Power Glove capable of saving a place in time and reverting back to it upon the users death or the press of the “start” button. The range of this ability has been estimated to be over 100km and can revert everything apart from other Nintendo Power Gloves. The object has a secondary effect that becomes progressively worse the more times an area experiences a Reset Event. Objects within the effected area will experience reality distortion similar to several popular glitches in the gaming phenomenon of “speedrunning”. These effects will slowly correct themselves over time so long as no other Reset Events occur. Discovery: SCP-7680 was discovered following a number of raids of Site-77 by Frank Odelle Sanders II. Sanders utilized SCP-7680 to “speedrun” the murder of Site Director Gillespie. It is not believed that Sanders did this for any vendetta but instead as a form of entertainment. Sanders streamed all of his attempts and many of his viewers were known members of the group Gamers Against Weed. Further investigation into this connection is ongoing. The Foundation acquired SCP-7680 after leading researcher Regan Morgan mobilized an unsanctioned attack on Sanders that resulted in his death. Several overseers, notably O5-8, advocated for disciplinary action against Morgan, but such measures have yet to be taken. Footnotes 1. Outdated and frankly inadequate remote controller fitted to a user’s hand 2. Senior Researcher Morgan believes that SCP-7680 could prove useful in the termination of SCP-7570-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7680" by TV_Atlas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7680. Licensed under CC-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: gamer Name: Power Glove on display at the Video Game Museum, Berlin.jpg Author: Marcin Wichary License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7682 | esoteric-class | ParallelPotatoes & SYTYCFanon SCP-7682- The Incredibly Hard-to-Find Reptile Fanon's Author page Potato's Author Page FROM THE OFFICE OF SITE DIRECTOR LEAH RICHTER The following notice has been disseminated to the Parabiological Sciences Department. As of 11/04/22, SCP-7682 is considered a low priority for Site-78 due to the lack of evidence of its existence. This number is a placeholder in the case that the anomaly is properly identified. The factors for this decision were based on two key facts. Firstly, this anomaly poses little risk to the elevated baseline normalcy in Chugwater, as seen in previous studies done into the anomalous wildlife that calls this town its home.1 Secondly, we have received no reports inside or outside of Chugwater of the anomaly's presence. If this anomaly is real, its anomalous effects have acted as a form of self-containment and/or is being concealed by Chugwater's anomalous nature. Researchers working under Department Head Johnston are to disregard the Special Containment procedures listed below and focus on other projects. Item#: 7682 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Maria Johnston N/A Special Containment Procedures: Researchers under Site-78's Parabiological Sciences Department are to find and contain SCP-7682 as soon as possible. At this time, the lack of knowledge regarding SCP-7682's abilities makes specific containment procedures impossible. Any attempts by inanimate objects to move around Site-78 are to be stopped and checked to be an instance of SCP-7682. Description: SCP-7682's existence is currently in doubt, due to no media existing of the creature. SCP-7682 is believed to be a species of lizard of a currently unknown genus. From eyewitness reports, the anomaly is believed to be one centimeter in length and has a spotted brown coloration. A Sagebrush Lizard (Sceloporus graciosus), a species native to Wyoming and believed to resemble SCP-7682. SCP-7682 is speculated to have an anomalous form of camouflage that allows it to transfigure itself into an inanimate object. The limitations of what SCP-7682 can imitate and what level of control it has over its transformations are currently unknown. Discovery: SCP-7682 was reportedly discovered on 4/03/2022 when an instance disguised itself as Maria Johnston's coffee mug. Rs. Johnston attempted to fill it with water, causing it to become agitated and flee, breaking the actual coffee mug in the process. This prompted her to attempt to contain SCP-7682. Capture Attempt Logs 1-2: Attempt 1: Rs. Johnston stated that she spotted an instance of SCP-7682 while walking down the Site-78 hallway. The instance reportedly ran away from her, prompting her to chase it on foot. Results: Despite Rs. Johnston running through the majority of Site-78 in an attempt to chase after the instance, it never appeared on camera footage nor did any personnel witness it. According to Johnston, this was due to it "camouflaging" itself as various objects whenever someone was near or being too small to see. However, 327 eyewitness state that they only saw her yelling at bottles and nothing resembling SCP-7682. Attempt 2: A recording of lizard mating calls was played throughout Site-78 in an attempt to lure SCP-7682 to one location. Result: The mating calls failed to lure SCP-7682. However, during the test Rs. Johnston claimed to witness an instance rubbing its head and purring softly against the coffee machine while it was running. Rs. Johnston reported that it ultimately evaded capture by turning into pocket lint. Addendum 7682.01: Inquiry into the behavior of Rs. Maria Johnston. A week after the discovery of SCP-7682, Site Director Leah Richter performed an interview with Rs. Johnston to discuss SCP-7682 and Rs. Johnston's behavior. [Begin Recording] Richter: Stating my name for the record. Site Director Leah Erin Richter interviewing Greg Chudley- Johnston: -What? Richter: Sorry. Force of habit. Interviewing Maria Johnston about strange behavior and wasting Foundation resources to contain the hypothetical anomaly known as SCP-7682. Johnston: Hypothetical? What do you mean? I saw it with my own eyes! Richter: And no one else has. It's been a week and you've yet to produce any evidence of this supposed "anomaly". Not even a scale or a piece of DNA. Johnston: That's because it likely has adapted to not leave behind any traces of its existence. Richter: Again, more hypotheticals. You have more important things to do than scream at inanimate objects during company hours. I just assigned you to oversee Arms and Equipment and this is how you choose to spend your time? Johnston: This is a real anomaly and it's loose in Site-78! Don't you care about that? Richter: We're strapped for cash as it is. We can't devote any more resources towards this. [Richter sighs and adjusts her glasses] Richter: Even if this anomaly was real, it poses no threat to normalcy. If no one in Chugwater has noticed the existence of this lizard for hundreds of years, I'm sure they'll be oblivious for hundreds more. Johnston: Tell me. Why don't you believe me? I've worked here for five years, and proven myself on dozens of containment efforts. Why do you think that I'm acting hyst- [Richter shakes her head.] Richter: I wasn't going to go that far. You want my honest opinion, Johnston? I think you're having a stress-related episode. You started this job cataloging mundane biological anomalies to being in charge of an MTF, overseeing our weapons development projects as well as your own department. I might have put too much on you at once. Johnston: I am not too stressed out nor am I not up to the task. [Johnston exhales deeply, appearing to think for a few moments.] Johnston: You want MTF Omega-452 to succeed, correct? To finally get Midwest Command to stop treating us like some backwater facility? Richter: Well, yes, but I don't see how that pertains to SCP-7682- Johnston: Just bear with me on this investigation. I know I can't contain every member of this thing's species but they could theoretically be trained to camouflage as any object needed by our Mobile Task Forces. Imagine! Instead of bringing hundreds of dollars of equipment with on a mission, they could bring a few small lizards. That would make them highly sought after for Foundation Operations. [Richter is quiet for a moment before closing her eyes and sighing.] Richter: You have a point… if SCP-7682 is real. I'll give you another week and I'll allocate an extra… oh let's say a thousand dollars. I can't imagine the Department of MAUDE3 needs it very much. You have a week to bring me results and if you don't I want you back to your regular projects. This inquiry is over. [End Recording] Capture Attempt Logs 3-5: Attempt 3: A basket was propped up by a stick with a string attached to it. Rs. Johnston's goal was to lure SCP-7682 under the basket and then pull the string, trapping it. Result: Rs. Johnston waited for approximately 6 hours and 37 minutes without SCP-7682 making an appearance before she gave up. Upon dismantling the trap, she noticed that she forgot to place bait inside. Attempt 4: Capture attempt 3 was repeated, this time baiting the trap with a small pile of food. Result: The trap was discovered to be SCP-7682 in disguise. It is hypothesized that it captures its prey in the wild by disguising itself as similar traps. It ran away after the test with the bait in its mouth, and Rs. Johnston advised other Foundation staff to be on the lookout for random baskets on site. Attempt 5: Several toy lizards were placed around Site-78 in an attempt to get SCP-7682 to camouflage into one, making it more recognizable. Result: An additional 50 toy lizards were discovered around the site that Rs. Johnston did not place. After excitedly showing them to her coworkers as "proof", it was discovered that they were placed there as an attempt to prank Rs. Johnston. Addendum 7682.02: SCP-7682 investigation formal review. After a week of unsuccessful containment attempts, Director Richter called Rs. Johnston to her office to discuss terminating the project and clearing out the SCP-7682 designation for another anomaly. Below is a video recording of this meeting. [Begin Recording] Richter: Stating my name for the record. Site Director Leah Erin Richter, here to discuss the closure of the investigation of SCP-7682. With me is SCP-7682's lead researcher, Maria Johnstuh, um. Maria are you alright? [Rs. Johnston is nursing a Mountain Dew Kickstart. She appears to have large bags underneath her eyelids.] Johnston: I was up all night staking out SCP-7682 at the Starbucks in town. Plenty of caffeine to sustain me and the noise SHOULD have attracted a whole swarm of them. [Johnston's facial expression turned to anger before relaxing.] Johnston: Don't worry about me though, I slept on my lunch break. Richter: Your thirty-minute lunch break? Johnston: It's all I need. [Richter shakes her head] Richter: Maria, this can't continue. I'm putting you on paid leave. One whole week to clear your head and then I want you back to work, you hear me? Johnston: Paid leave? If anyone should be getting reprimanded, it should be Chudley for putting those fake lizards around the site. He's interfering with my investigation! Richter: (sighs) Chudley is not the problem for once. If you're seeing plastic toys as anomalies and running around the marshes at 4AM, you aren't thinking straight. Johnston: And who's going to run Parabiology plus Arms and Equipment while I'm gone, huh? We're understaffed as it is. Richter: The other Senior staff can manage. I can't lose you, Maria. You are one of Site-78's best. Put aside your pride and just look out for yourself for once. Johnston: One more week. Please, it's all I need. The applications of a discovery like this are limitless. Richter: Yes, we talked about that. But I think there's something more than stress going on. There's something bothering you, isn't there? [Johnston took a drink of her beverage and sighed. She stared directly at the desk for a few moments before looking up.] Johnston: What other truth is there? I'm practically losing my mind here. For a biologist in Chugwater, there's hardly anything to study. You put me on weapons development sure but like, there's nothing to fight here. We get called out to bust some CI here and there, but we're in the middle of nowhere. It's hardly a spot for GoIs to try something nefarious. So this little lizard wanders into my life and it feels like finally, I have a way to contribute after months of just… nothing. Richter: Maria- [Johnston stands up.] Johnston: So respectfully, I am going to get back to my investigation and prove once and for all that I am not crazy. Fire me if you must, but when I signed up to work for Site-78, it was because I believed in our motto. "For the Betterment of Humanity" and I'm not doing that approving schematics all day. [Richter adjusts her glasses] Richter: You remind me a lot of a younger version of myself. You know that? Go out there and prove me wrong, Johnston. One more week but that's it. Any more protests and I'll have to call HR. [End Recording] Capture Attempt Logs 6-8: Attempt 6: A scent hound was brought in to track SCP-7682. Result: An instance disguised itself as a sign that said: "No Dogs Allowed." Several staff in the area believed it to be a legitimate sign and asked Rs. Johnston to remove the scent hound from the premises. Attempt 7: Introducing a natural predator to hunt instances of SCP-7682 Result: Two red-tailed hawks (Buteo jamaicensis) were released into the Site-78 Greenhouse in an attempt to search for SCP-7682 instances. According to Rs. Johnston, the presence of the hawks caused a Sunflower to uproot and escape the facility. The ensuing chase caused destroyed $200 worth of plant specimens as well as the security cameras, leaving no evidence of the event. The head of Botanical Sciences, Lena Lorri, fined Johnston for the damages resulting from this event. Attempt 8: Rs. Johnston purchased a large vacuum in an attempt to suck up SCP-7682 before it runs away. Result: While purchasing the vacuum, she discovered that one of the dollar bills she was using to purchase it was an SCP-7682 instance in disguise. She promptly grabbed it and brought it to containment, forgetting to pay for the vacuum. Addendum 7682.03 Confirmation of SCP-7682's existence. Following the capture of SCP-7682, Site Director Richter was called down to confirm the official existence of the anomaly due to previous circumstances. The following recording was taken as evidence. [Begin Recording] [Director Richter and Researcher Johnston are seen standing in front of an glass habitat on a table. There is a crumpled dollar bill inside.] Richter: Johnston, you've had me staring at this receipt for the past five minutes. Are you sure this is worth my time? Johnston: Shhh! It's still probably scared. Just give it another moment. [A few moments later, the dollar bill crumples into the form of a lizard and begins exploring the habitat.] Richter: Well, I'll be damned! That's quite an ability. Johnston: See? I told you I wasn't crazy! And it was all worth it too! [Richter exhaled and placed a hand on Johnston's shoulder, looking at her curiously.] Richter: I'm sorry for doubting you, Maria. Johnston: Oh it's alright. I'm sure I would have acted the same way if I was in your position. Thinking back on it, I must have seemed really out of turn. Richter: You followed your gut instinct, it's the first thing I taught you when you started and I can't fault you for it. Maybe you are turning out like me after all. Johnston: Perhaps, although I don't envy you having to play babysitter for some of our antics. [Johnston leaned close to the glass.] Johnston: Did you see him change? Trying to see if one of these pieces of grass is him. Richter: No, I.. something else had my focus [Richter turns her head back to the enclosure and the two spend three minutes examining the habitat. Johnston removes the top to check some of the elements inside.] Johnston: He's not here… wait, shit! [Johnston runs her hand over the back of the habitat.] Johnston: He broke a hole in the container! This glass is supposed to resist Railgun slugs! What the heck did he turn his little head into? Richter: That's not important, we've put too much stake into that damn lizard. Find it! [End Recording] Following interview 3, an additional $300,000 has been allocated to the search for SCP-7682 by Midwest Command. As of writing, SCP-7682 has performed more than eight containment breaches since its initial capture. Efforts to find a method to inhibit its anomalous effects are underway. Maria Johnston was commended for her initial capture of SCP-7682, and any punishments given during her searches have been rescinded. Footnotes 1. As noted in Determining the effects of Parafauna in Platte County, Wyoming on the Integrity of the Veil by Johnston, et al. 2020. Chugwater is home to at least ten documented anomalous species and only two of them have made it into local folklore. The rest remained unidentified until being discovered by the Foundation. 2. Highly specialized MTF utilizing anomalous weaponry created by SCP-6952 3. Mundane Artifacts and Uneventful Data Evaluation |
SCP-7682 | uncontained | ParallelPotatoes & SYTYCFanon SCP-7682- The Incredibly Hard-to-Find Reptile Fanon's Author page Potato's Author Page FROM THE OFFICE OF SITE DIRECTOR LEAH RICHTER The following notice has been disseminated to the Parabiological Sciences Department. As of 11/04/22, SCP-7682 is considered a low priority for Site-78 due to the lack of evidence of its existence. This number is a placeholder in the case that the anomaly is properly identified. The factors for this decision were based on two key facts. Firstly, this anomaly poses little risk to the elevated baseline normalcy in Chugwater, as seen in previous studies done into the anomalous wildlife that calls this town its home.1 Secondly, we have received no reports inside or outside of Chugwater of the anomaly's presence. If this anomaly is real, its anomalous effects have acted as a form of self-containment and/or is being concealed by Chugwater's anomalous nature. Researchers working under Department Head Johnston are to disregard the Special Containment procedures listed below and focus on other projects. Item#: 7682 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Maria Johnston N/A Special Containment Procedures: Researchers under Site-78's Parabiological Sciences Department are to find and contain SCP-7682 as soon as possible. At this time, the lack of knowledge regarding SCP-7682's abilities makes specific containment procedures impossible. Any attempts by inanimate objects to move around Site-78 are to be stopped and checked to be an instance of SCP-7682. Description: SCP-7682's existence is currently in doubt, due to no media existing of the creature. SCP-7682 is believed to be a species of lizard of a currently unknown genus. From eyewitness reports, the anomaly is believed to be one centimeter in length and has a spotted brown coloration. A Sagebrush Lizard (Sceloporus graciosus), a species native to Wyoming and believed to resemble SCP-7682. SCP-7682 is speculated to have an anomalous form of camouflage that allows it to transfigure itself into an inanimate object. The limitations of what SCP-7682 can imitate and what level of control it has over its transformations are currently unknown. Discovery: SCP-7682 was reportedly discovered on 4/03/2022 when an instance disguised itself as Maria Johnston's coffee mug. Rs. Johnston attempted to fill it with water, causing it to become agitated and flee, breaking the actual coffee mug in the process. This prompted her to attempt to contain SCP-7682. Capture Attempt Logs 1-2: Attempt 1: Rs. Johnston stated that she spotted an instance of SCP-7682 while walking down the Site-78 hallway. The instance reportedly ran away from her, prompting her to chase it on foot. Results: Despite Rs. Johnston running through the majority of Site-78 in an attempt to chase after the instance, it never appeared on camera footage nor did any personnel witness it. According to Johnston, this was due to it "camouflaging" itself as various objects whenever someone was near or being too small to see. However, 327 eyewitness state that they only saw her yelling at bottles and nothing resembling SCP-7682. Attempt 2: A recording of lizard mating calls was played throughout Site-78 in an attempt to lure SCP-7682 to one location. Result: The mating calls failed to lure SCP-7682. However, during the test Rs. Johnston claimed to witness an instance rubbing its head and purring softly against the coffee machine while it was running. Rs. Johnston reported that it ultimately evaded capture by turning into pocket lint. Addendum 7682.01: Inquiry into the behavior of Rs. Maria Johnston. A week after the discovery of SCP-7682, Site Director Leah Richter performed an interview with Rs. Johnston to discuss SCP-7682 and Rs. Johnston's behavior. [Begin Recording] Richter: Stating my name for the record. Site Director Leah Erin Richter interviewing Greg Chudley- Johnston: -What? Richter: Sorry. Force of habit. Interviewing Maria Johnston about strange behavior and wasting Foundation resources to contain the hypothetical anomaly known as SCP-7682. Johnston: Hypothetical? What do you mean? I saw it with my own eyes! Richter: And no one else has. It's been a week and you've yet to produce any evidence of this supposed "anomaly". Not even a scale or a piece of DNA. Johnston: That's because it likely has adapted to not leave behind any traces of its existence. Richter: Again, more hypotheticals. You have more important things to do than scream at inanimate objects during company hours. I just assigned you to oversee Arms and Equipment and this is how you choose to spend your time? Johnston: This is a real anomaly and it's loose in Site-78! Don't you care about that? Richter: We're strapped for cash as it is. We can't devote any more resources towards this. [Richter sighs and adjusts her glasses] Richter: Even if this anomaly was real, it poses no threat to normalcy. If no one in Chugwater has noticed the existence of this lizard for hundreds of years, I'm sure they'll be oblivious for hundreds more. Johnston: Tell me. Why don't you believe me? I've worked here for five years, and proven myself on dozens of containment efforts. Why do you think that I'm acting hyst- [Richter shakes her head.] Richter: I wasn't going to go that far. You want my honest opinion, Johnston? I think you're having a stress-related episode. You started this job cataloging mundane biological anomalies to being in charge of an MTF, overseeing our weapons development projects as well as your own department. I might have put too much on you at once. Johnston: I am not too stressed out nor am I not up to the task. [Johnston exhales deeply, appearing to think for a few moments.] Johnston: You want MTF Omega-452 to succeed, correct? To finally get Midwest Command to stop treating us like some backwater facility? Richter: Well, yes, but I don't see how that pertains to SCP-7682- Johnston: Just bear with me on this investigation. I know I can't contain every member of this thing's species but they could theoretically be trained to camouflage as any object needed by our Mobile Task Forces. Imagine! Instead of bringing hundreds of dollars of equipment with on a mission, they could bring a few small lizards. That would make them highly sought after for Foundation Operations. [Richter is quiet for a moment before closing her eyes and sighing.] Richter: You have a point… if SCP-7682 is real. I'll give you another week and I'll allocate an extra… oh let's say a thousand dollars. I can't imagine the Department of MAUDE3 needs it very much. You have a week to bring me results and if you don't I want you back to your regular projects. This inquiry is over. [End Recording] Capture Attempt Logs 3-5: Attempt 3: A basket was propped up by a stick with a string attached to it. Rs. Johnston's goal was to lure SCP-7682 under the basket and then pull the string, trapping it. Result: Rs. Johnston waited for approximately 6 hours and 37 minutes without SCP-7682 making an appearance before she gave up. Upon dismantling the trap, she noticed that she forgot to place bait inside. Attempt 4: Capture attempt 3 was repeated, this time baiting the trap with a small pile of food. Result: The trap was discovered to be SCP-7682 in disguise. It is hypothesized that it captures its prey in the wild by disguising itself as similar traps. It ran away after the test with the bait in its mouth, and Rs. Johnston advised other Foundation staff to be on the lookout for random baskets on site. Attempt 5: Several toy lizards were placed around Site-78 in an attempt to get SCP-7682 to camouflage into one, making it more recognizable. Result: An additional 50 toy lizards were discovered around the site that Rs. Johnston did not place. After excitedly showing them to her coworkers as "proof", it was discovered that they were placed there as an attempt to prank Rs. Johnston. Addendum 7682.02: SCP-7682 investigation formal review. After a week of unsuccessful containment attempts, Director Richter called Rs. Johnston to her office to discuss terminating the project and clearing out the SCP-7682 designation for another anomaly. Below is a video recording of this meeting. [Begin Recording] Richter: Stating my name for the record. Site Director Leah Erin Richter, here to discuss the closure of the investigation of SCP-7682. With me is SCP-7682's lead researcher, Maria Johnstuh, um. Maria are you alright? [Rs. Johnston is nursing a Mountain Dew Kickstart. She appears to have large bags underneath her eyelids.] Johnston: I was up all night staking out SCP-7682 at the Starbucks in town. Plenty of caffeine to sustain me and the noise SHOULD have attracted a whole swarm of them. [Johnston's facial expression turned to anger before relaxing.] Johnston: Don't worry about me though, I slept on my lunch break. Richter: Your thirty-minute lunch break? Johnston: It's all I need. [Richter shakes her head] Richter: Maria, this can't continue. I'm putting you on paid leave. One whole week to clear your head and then I want you back to work, you hear me? Johnston: Paid leave? If anyone should be getting reprimanded, it should be Chudley for putting those fake lizards around the site. He's interfering with my investigation! Richter: (sighs) Chudley is not the problem for once. If you're seeing plastic toys as anomalies and running around the marshes at 4AM, you aren't thinking straight. Johnston: And who's going to run Parabiology plus Arms and Equipment while I'm gone, huh? We're understaffed as it is. Richter: The other Senior staff can manage. I can't lose you, Maria. You are one of Site-78's best. Put aside your pride and just look out for yourself for once. Johnston: One more week. Please, it's all I need. The applications of a discovery like this are limitless. Richter: Yes, we talked about that. But I think there's something more than stress going on. There's something bothering you, isn't there? [Johnston took a drink of her beverage and sighed. She stared directly at the desk for a few moments before looking up.] Johnston: What other truth is there? I'm practically losing my mind here. For a biologist in Chugwater, there's hardly anything to study. You put me on weapons development sure but like, there's nothing to fight here. We get called out to bust some CI here and there, but we're in the middle of nowhere. It's hardly a spot for GoIs to try something nefarious. So this little lizard wanders into my life and it feels like finally, I have a way to contribute after months of just… nothing. Richter: Maria- [Johnston stands up.] Johnston: So respectfully, I am going to get back to my investigation and prove once and for all that I am not crazy. Fire me if you must, but when I signed up to work for Site-78, it was because I believed in our motto. "For the Betterment of Humanity" and I'm not doing that approving schematics all day. [Richter adjusts her glasses] Richter: You remind me a lot of a younger version of myself. You know that? Go out there and prove me wrong, Johnston. One more week but that's it. Any more protests and I'll have to call HR. [End Recording] Capture Attempt Logs 6-8: Attempt 6: A scent hound was brought in to track SCP-7682. Result: An instance disguised itself as a sign that said: "No Dogs Allowed." Several staff in the area believed it to be a legitimate sign and asked Rs. Johnston to remove the scent hound from the premises. Attempt 7: Introducing a natural predator to hunt instances of SCP-7682 Result: Two red-tailed hawks (Buteo jamaicensis) were released into the Site-78 Greenhouse in an attempt to search for SCP-7682 instances. According to Rs. Johnston, the presence of the hawks caused a Sunflower to uproot and escape the facility. The ensuing chase caused destroyed $200 worth of plant specimens as well as the security cameras, leaving no evidence of the event. The head of Botanical Sciences, Lena Lorri, fined Johnston for the damages resulting from this event. Attempt 8: Rs. Johnston purchased a large vacuum in an attempt to suck up SCP-7682 before it runs away. Result: While purchasing the vacuum, she discovered that one of the dollar bills she was using to purchase it was an SCP-7682 instance in disguise. She promptly grabbed it and brought it to containment, forgetting to pay for the vacuum. Addendum 7682.03 Confirmation of SCP-7682's existence. Following the capture of SCP-7682, Site Director Richter was called down to confirm the official existence of the anomaly due to previous circumstances. The following recording was taken as evidence. [Begin Recording] [Director Richter and Researcher Johnston are seen standing in front of an glass habitat on a table. There is a crumpled dollar bill inside.] Richter: Johnston, you've had me staring at this receipt for the past five minutes. Are you sure this is worth my time? Johnston: Shhh! It's still probably scared. Just give it another moment. [A few moments later, the dollar bill crumples into the form of a lizard and begins exploring the habitat.] Richter: Well, I'll be damned! That's quite an ability. Johnston: See? I told you I wasn't crazy! And it was all worth it too! [Richter exhaled and placed a hand on Johnston's shoulder, looking at her curiously.] Richter: I'm sorry for doubting you, Maria. Johnston: Oh it's alright. I'm sure I would have acted the same way if I was in your position. Thinking back on it, I must have seemed really out of turn. Richter: You followed your gut instinct, it's the first thing I taught you when you started and I can't fault you for it. Maybe you are turning out like me after all. Johnston: Perhaps, although I don't envy you having to play babysitter for some of our antics. [Johnston leaned close to the glass.] Johnston: Did you see him change? Trying to see if one of these pieces of grass is him. Richter: No, I.. something else had my focus [Richter turns her head back to the enclosure and the two spend three minutes examining the habitat. Johnston removes the top to check some of the elements inside.] Johnston: He's not here… wait, shit! [Johnston runs her hand over the back of the habitat.] Johnston: He broke a hole in the container! This glass is supposed to resist Railgun slugs! What the heck did he turn his little head into? Richter: That's not important, we've put too much stake into that damn lizard. Find it! [End Recording] Following interview 3, an additional $300,000 has been allocated to the search for SCP-7682 by Midwest Command. As of writing, SCP-7682 has performed more than eight containment breaches since its initial capture. Efforts to find a method to inhibit its anomalous effects are underway. Maria Johnston was commended for her initial capture of SCP-7682, and any punishments given during her searches have been rescinded. Footnotes 1. As noted in Determining the effects of Parafauna in Platte County, Wyoming on the Integrity of the Veil by Johnston, et al. 2020. Chugwater is home to at least ten documented anomalous species and only two of them have made it into local folklore. The rest remained unidentified until being discovered by the Foundation. 2. Highly specialized MTF utilizing anomalous weaponry created by SCP-6952 3. Mundane Artifacts and Uneventful Data Evaluation |
SCP-7684 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7684 Special Containment Procedures: [OP-REQ INSUFFICIENT] Description: [OP-REQ INSUFFICIENT] Displaying your associated support tickets… Ticket: #58KG4VO Date Filed: 10 NOV 2058 Importance: Low Subject: SCP-7684 Display Error Content: While reviewing AIC-generated analyses, a redirect to the main SCP-7684 file threw up some errors (not redactions). Can somebody clear this up? Not urgent from my perspective, but it might be for people on the containment team. I'd appreciate a heads up when resolved so I can finish my review. Response: The SCP-7684 page is functioning as intended, but your operational requirement is insufficient to view it. Please consult your security representative. Ticket Status: CLOSED Ticket: #O5981A2 Date Filed: 15 NOV 2058 Importance: Medium Subject: SCP-7684 Page Not Pulling from PAGEANT Content: The main SCP-7684 file continues displaying 'OP-REQ INSUFFICIENT' when viewed from any terminal. I consulted my DSEC, and she claims I am good to see scrubbed summaries of everything mainline. Can you confirm that accesses are being validated in PAGEANT? Others on my team had the same issue when double checking. Response: PAGEANT is not certified for processing SCP-7684 accesses. Please consult your security representative to identify proper channels. Ticket Status: CLOSED Ticket: #9UU351K Date Filed: 03 DEC 2058 Importance: Medium Subject: SCP-7684 Page Not Pulling from PAGEANT - V2 Content: Refer to ticket #O5981A2 for context. My security representative cannot identify the correct system for validating SCP-7684 access. Can you direct me to the proper system/point of contact/etc.? This is getting a little silly even for this place. Response: This tool is not certified to handle that information. Please consult your security representative. Ticket Status: CLOSED Ticket: #5193T3N Date Filed: 04 DEC 2058 Importance: High Subject: SCP-7684 Page Not Pulling from PAGEANT - V3! Content: Re: #9UU351K. Not to start a pissing contest, but this is pursuant to a direct tasking from the Deputy Assistant Director for Research and Development (NA). If assistance has to happen at a higher level, someone in your office needs to contact me at lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t. Response: N/A Ticket Status: OPEN Displaying your associated emails… To: lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t From: lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh#lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh Subject: Help Desk Ticket: #5193T3N Ms. Brook, I have been assigned to help resolve your ongoing issue without additional tickets being added to our system. I see that you are having issues accessing the SCP-7684 database entry. Have you confirmed that you are cleared to view it? There are no issues on our end. v/r, Elaine Gerrund To: lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh#lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh From: lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t Subject: Re: Help Desk Ticket: #5193T3N Thank you for finally reaching out. The help system feels like talking to a brick wall (and closing tickets doesn't help either). I cannot verify access until someone tells me what system to use. It isn't PAGEANT apparently, and it doesn't seem to be the TELTAK either based on shouting from my DSEC's office. Can you just tell me where to check so we can stop bothering you? Respectfully yours, Tally F. Brook Support Analyst, Office of the Regional Director (NA) Desk: **033-5122-1 Mobile: **013-6911-3 lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t To: lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t From: lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh#lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh Subject: Re: Help Desk Ticket: #5193T3N Ms. Brook, Unfortunately, you do not appear to be cleared for any systems that may/may not be capable of validating access to SCP-7684 information, including compartment name and associated personnel. Please have your DSEC contact the RISC office that oversees your portfolio before taking further action. v/r, EG To: lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh#lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh From: lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t Subject: Re: Help Desk Ticket: #5193T3N Will you please contact the RD/NA RISCO at **808-2221-9 since you seem to understand the problem better than we do? To: lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t From: lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh#lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh Subject: Re: Help Desk Ticket: #5193T3N Ms. Brook, Unfortunately, the RAISA help desk is unable to act as an intermediary in any security matters that do not directly involve our storage systems. This appears to be a transit conflict. v/r, EG To: lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh#lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh From: lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t Subject: Re: Help Desk Ticket: #5193T3N This is unfortunately getting ridiculous considering how many programs our office is read into. What if somebody's life was at risk? The Deputy Assistant Director will be submitting a document request so we can complete these analyses without any extra nonsense. Which subsection of the Foundation Authority Registry is this handled under? And what is the tracking number for the original directive to classify SCP-7684 at this level? To: lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t#lanretni.noitadnuof.golc|22koorb.t From: lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh#lanretni.noitadnuof.asiar|ksed.pleh Subject: Re: Help Desk Ticket: #5193T3N Ms. Brook, Regrettably, information on the original classification determination, subsequent reviews, and related authorities is classified within the same compartment as the SCP-7684 database entry. I do understand this is frustrating. Once you are cleared for access, I will be happy to send more detailed instructions on submitting access requests. v/r, EG Opening latest ticket… Ticket: #5AK5TO9 Date Filed: 06 JUN 2059 Importance: High Subject: SCP-7684 Page Not Pulling from PAGEANT - V4 Content: Escalate ticket #5193T3N to a higher tier of support. Response: Users cannot open multiple tickets on the same subject unless approved in advance. Please work with your outreach representative to resolve prior tickets. Ticket Status: CLOSED ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7684" by Pedantique, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7684. Licensed under CC-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-7686 | safe | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes emotional parental abuse, parental alienation, use and abuse of chemical substances, and body horror. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7686 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo A picture of the room where SCP-7686-A was discovered. Special Containment Procedures: Civilians found in possession of SCP-7686 are to be interrogated in an effort to locate the source of the substance. They are then to be amnesticized with all recovered SCP-7686 instances being disposed of at the discretion of the local Site Director. As of the time of writing, an investigation is currently being undertaken to find the source of SCP-7686 and cease its mass production and distribution. Due to SCP-7686-A's vegetative state, the subject must be given nutrients manually and fed through an intravenous (IV) dextrose injection. Any extraordinary brain activity emanating from SCP-7686-A is to be noted immediately. Should Dr. Jameson be determined to be emerging from his current state, steps must be taken at the discretion of the head researcher to prevent any undue reactions that could distress Dr. Jameson and harm SCP-7686-A. Description: SCP-7686 is a widely circulated and poorly understood chemical substance found all across the continental United States colloquially known as “Reshape”. When taken in small doses, the substance is to be capable of changing the form of the user’s body according to their desires, usually over a long period of time. The substance’s side-effects when ingested normally include fevers, severe body-wide pain, and chills. When an individual overdoses on SCP-7686, side effects can include seizures, dramatic involuntary changes in body structure or skin pigment, sudden bone collapse, and partial or total body liquefaction. Though not addictive, the substance's effects can only be maintained over long periods of use and in escalating doses. This has led to several notable instances of substance abuse, the most prominent being the discovery of SCP-7686-A, the only current case of extreme SCP-7686 substance abuse [See Discovery Log]. SCP-7686-A is an organism consisting of the bodies of Dr. Jared Jameson and his daughter Lydia Jameson being conjoined in a manner similar to cephalopagus1 and omphalopagus2. At present, the condition of Dr. Jameson has blocked much of his face, including his mouth and left eye. Respiration is only possible for the subject through his nose, which has also been partially obstructed by his fusion with Lydia Jameson. Aside from his head, Dr. Jameson is conjoined to Lydia Jameson through both of his arms and his lower body in a manner that can be construed similar to an embrace. Additionally, due to the nature of Lydia Jameson’s fusion with Dr. Jameson, the entirety of her face has been subsumed into the latter’s neck and shoulder area. Thus, Lydia Jameson is incapable of independent respiration and digestion, forcing her into a parasitic relationship with Dr. Jameson. Likewise, nearly 50% of Lydia Jameson’s brain has been subsumed into Dr. Jameson’s body. This has led the Foundation to conclude Lydia Jameson as being brain dead. As of now, Dr. Jameson is in a permanent vegetative state. Addendum 7686.1: The following logs transcribe the selected contents of the “DIGITIZED PHOTO ALBUM” folder as found in the cloud-based drive of Lydia Jameson. Due to the way the folder has been organized, this record will be collectively transcribing the elements of each subfolder. As of the time of writing, the drive has since been deactivated and the remainder of its contents transferred into Foundation custody. For clarity, the names of each subfolder have been included at the top of their transcriptions. "First Birthday Scanned Pics" Uncle_Charls_Cake.jpg Many of the images found within the subfolder depict several individuals, including an approximately 25 year old Dr. Jameson, celebrating the first birthday of Lydia Jameson at the residence of Dr. Jameson. Each individual is shown to be enjoying the proceedings, with Lydia Jameson always shown to be carried by her father. Despite the image's candid nature, several pictures feature Dr. Jameson looking at the camera and speaking. This is particularly obvious in places where Dr. Jameson is clearly being photographed by a variety of other persons from a similar angle. "Scanned Pics Family Stuff" bath_end.jpg The images found within the subfolder depict a variety of subjects in a domestic, upper middle class setting. Each image depicts Dr. Jameson and Lydia Jameson taken from the perspective of an unknown person, with Lydia Jameson being estimated to be around 2-5 years old when the pictures were taken. The subjects of the pictures include: Lydia Jameson being given a bath by an unknown person, assumed to be Dr. Jameson (bath.jpg) Dr. Jameson putting a towel around Lydia Jameson (bath_end.jpg) Lydia Jameson being guided to walk by Dr. Jameson (First_Steps.jpg) Lydia Jameson crying as Dr. Jameson rushes to her with a milk bottle in hand (Run_Dad_Run!.jpg) Lydia Jameson sleeping in a crib (Out_Cold.jpg) A 3 year old Lydia Jameson in a booster seat with a seatbelt secured across her lower abdomen (First_Day_of_School.jpg) A 3 year old Lydia Jameson holding a certificate displaying her high grades.(Preschool_Graduation.png) A 5 year old Lydia Jameson at her elementary school recognition ceremony and being awarded with several merits (Kindergarten_1.jpg, Kindergarten_2.jpg, Kindergarten_5.jpg) A 6 year old Lydia Jameson entering her elementary school and saying goodbye to the holder of the camera (1st_Grade_1st_Day.jpg) A 6 year old Lydia Jameson winning a statewide quiz bee contest and holding an approximately 1 meter long cardboard check worth 2000 dollars. (Lydia_First_Contest.jpg) A 7 year old Lydia Jameson winning a statewide spelling bee contest and holding an approximately .75 meter long cardboard check worth 4000 dollars (Lydia_Young_Geniuses.jpg) "Trash" Despite not being included in the “DIGITIZED PHOTO ALBUM” folder, the following picture was deleted from its "First Birthday Scanned Pics" subfolder on June 9th, 2016 following its upload on May 28th, 2016. + Show image - Hide unknown.jpg "Love_You_Too_Dad.jpg" Unlike the other photos, which are organized into subfolders, this photograph was uploaded on the top folder without being sorted into any accompanying subfolder. Like those contained in the subfolders, this photograph has also been scanned. The photograph depicts a 11 year old Lydia Jameson with Dr. Jameson. The two individual’s faces are side by side and smiling, though Dr. Jameson appears to look tired with two large eyebags under his eyes. Notably, the two individuals seem to share many physical traits, moreso than usual for typical parent-child likenesses. This is apparent in the younger Jameson’s brown hair and round face shape. Unlike prior photographs, the photo seems much closer, as if being taken by the subjects of the picture themselves by the use of a front-facing phone camera. The exterior of an old, decrepit house is seen in the background. Lydia Jameson is ecstatically seen holding a letter displaying her invitation to go on the popular game show “The Brightest".3 The words “She could take everything I have, but I only ever fought to keep you.” are written in black marker on the photograph. Addendum 7686.2: The following logs transcribe the selected contents of the “FAMILY VIDEOS” folder as found in the cloud-based drive of Lydia Jameson. The file name as well as the creation date of each video will be displayed at the top of each transcript. Dad_39th_Birthday_Surprise.mp4 Created on 19:56, September 12th, 2014 The video begins with a 9 year old Lydia Jameson pointing the camera through a crack in the door of a small and dark interior space, likely a closet. Through the crack, a small door can be seen, inferred to be leading outside. The room leading out of the small interior space is dimly lit by a fluorescent lamp which appears to flicker. A bare dining table with cheap plastic chairs is seen in the center of the room. Lydia Jameson is heard audibly tapping the surface of the phone camera, and the video’s perspective immediately flips to capture her. Lydia Jameson is seen smiling widely, though the camera’s perspective is distant enough to only capture part of her left cheek. Lydia Jameson [excitedly]: “Okay Dad, I know you said you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but I didn’t want you to feel left out.” Lydia Jameson is seen straining her neck to look through the crack in the door of the space. There are only a few hanging clothes in the interior, among them a dark suit, two pairs of pants, a small skirt, and a pink child-sized t-shirt. Lydia Jameson looks back at the camera and smiles. Lydia Jameson: “I know you’re preparing something for me on Saturday, so I wanted to give you something too.” Footsteps are heard outside. Lydia Jameson immediately ceases speaking. The phone camera is lowered, and we are only able to see Lydia Jameson’s chin and lower face. A door is heard opening. Lydia Jameson hurriedly picks the phone up and switches the camera’s perspective to front-facing. Through the video, Dr. Jameson can be seen opening the door to the house and walking in. His clothes, which consist of a cheap suit and tie as well as a black pair of paints, are ruffled and disheveled. His hunched demeanor conveys exhaustion. He is seen wearing a small backpack. Dr. Jameson [fatigued]: “Lydia? I’m home.” Lydia Jameson is heard quietly giggling to herself. Dr. Jameson tiredly removes his backpack and places it on the floor close to the door. He removes his suit and places it on one of the chairs next to the dining table. Dr. Jameson: “Lydia? You there?” Dr. Jameson begins to slowly walk in the direction away from the dining table. The phone camera shakes as Lydia Jameson presumably prepares to exit the closet. Dr. Jameson disappears from view as he walks away. Lydia giggles again. Lydia: “Let’s go.” Lydia Jameson emerges from the closet and quietly begins to move to the table. In her left hand, she is seen holding a small cupcake with a small, burnt-out candle on top. She quietly places it on the table. Dr. Jameson: “Lydia, are you there-” Dr. Jameson emerges back into the dining room with an angry expression, which softens when he sees the cupcake on the table. Lydia Jameson [singing]: “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…” Dr. Jameson’s expression shifts from worry to joy. A smile begins to form on his face. Lydia Jameson [singing]: “Happy birthday, happy birthday…” Dr. Jameson audibly sniffles. A wide smile is on his face. Lydia Jameson [singing]: “Happy birthday, Daddy!” Dr. Jameson remains smiling. His bottom lip is seen quivering. He is slowly tearing up. Lydia Jameson is heard tapping on the screen of her phone. The song “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle begins being played. Lydia Jameson: “Dad?” Dr. Jameson slowly walks in the direction of the table. His eyes are looking in the direction of Lydia Jameson. He is still seen smiling. Dr. Jameson slowly picks up the cupcake, blows the burnt-out wick, and puts it back on the table. His expression is wistful as he begins to speak. Dr. Jameson: “Come here, kid.” Lydia Jameson puts the phone on the table, which obscures the camera entirely. Footsteps are heard. Dr. Jameson is heard sniffling. Dr. Jameson [encouraging]: “Give me a hug, come on.” There is silence for several seconds. The only sound heard is Dr. Jameson sniffling as he presumably tears up. Dr. Jameson: “I had a bad day at work, so thank you so much, Lydie. You have no idea how much this means to me.” Dr. Jameson is heard sniffling again. Dr. Jameson: “I told you we’d make it, didn’t we? Even without your mom?” Silence persists for several seconds more. Dr. Jameson: “…come on, kid. Let’s eat the cake you got me, hmm? You still have that show tomorrow, and I want you to go to bed with a full stomach so you can think properly.” Footsteps are heard being made towards the phone camera. Lydia Jameson is seen picking it up. There are tear tracks running down her eyes, which she then wipes away with her right hand. Dr. Jameson: “And Lydie?” Lydia Jameson looks to her left. Dr. Jameson: “I’m proud of you, no matter what, okay?” Lydia Jameson audibly sighs, and smiles. Lydia Jameson: “Even if I don’t win the money?” Dr. Jameson is silent for several seconds. Dr. Jameson: “Just win for me, alright? I'll be believing in you every step of the way. Don't think about the money, think about winning." New tears begin to run down Lydia Jameson’s cheeks before she wipes them away again. Lydia Jameson: “Thanks, Dad. I’ll make sure to buy you a bigger cake when I win.” The video ends. Game_Show.mp4 Created on 16:46, September 13th, 2014 The video shows two students seated at a table on a stage in a studio setting. A panel of judges is seated below and facing them, while at least two hundred people sit on chairs to the left and right of the main stage. There are people surrounding the camera, with many phones also being held up to capture the competition. A host, later identified to be prominent game show host Lawrence Manzano, enters in a grey suit from the left side of the stage. A microphone is held in his hand. Manzano: “We have held numerous eliminations over the last few days, where each and every single one of our brightest students in the country competed against one another to get to the top. As they say, 50 students enter…" Manzano turns around, pointing with an open hand towards the two students seated on the stage. Manzano: “And only one can leave.” The video becomes shakier as the holder of the camera presumably attempts to get a better view over the crowd. As it does so, Manzano retrieves several cue cards from his pocket and begins to read it. Manzano: “Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to present our last two participants…” Manzano moves his outstretched arm to the left. The camera zooms in to view the student on the stage. Manzano: “From Jules Barnston Middle School, we have Rina Tan! Please give her a round of applause!” Many in the crowd begin to clap, with some cheering as Tan stands up and assumes a humble disposition to greet the crowd. The applause lowers in volume after several seconds. Manzano: “Now, from Jan Malvich Middle School, we have our second contestant: Lydia Jameson. Again, please give her a round of applause.” The crowd begins to clap again, and the camera begins to shake more violently as the holder, presumed to be Dr. Jameson, begins to cheer loudly. The zoomed in camera is able to capture Lydia Jameson, who appears to be smiling in embarrassment as she stands up to greet the crowd. The applause decreases in volume after several seconds, and the camera begins to stabilize as Dr. Jameson ceases to cheer. Manzano: “Thank you very much for your applause. Contestants, you may now sit back down.” The camera zooms out of Lydia Jameson to focus on the stage at large. Manzano begins to speak again. Manzano: “From here, we will now be entering our final elimination. As such, our questions will be given in three stages: easy, medium, and hard. As in prior eliminations, the easy questions will be worth 1 point, the medium questions will be worth 2 points, and the hard questions will be worth 4 points. The score will be displayed behind you…” As the judge continues to speak, the words “BATTERY LOW” begin to flicker at the top right of the camera. Dr. Jameson: “Shit.” Dr. Jameson lowers the camera, which obscures vision of the stage. The judge continues to explain the rules of the competition in the background. Only the floor and the feet of other spectators can now be seen. Dr. Jameson is heard audibly pressing the recording button. The video ends. Game_Show_2.mp4 Created on 17:01, September 13th, 2014 The video begins with a slightly different view of the stage, as Dr. Jameson presumably moves to another part of the studio. As captured before, both Lydia Jameson and Rina Tan are seated at a table facing the judge’s panel, which is located on the floor below. Behind the two contestants is a large projected image, displaying the score. Rina Tan is shown to be ahead at 24 points, with Lydia Jameson at 21 points. Lawrence Manzano stands in front of the camera to the side of the lower stage with a cue card in his hand. Manzano: “Now, for both the final question of our hard round and the final question of our show…” The camera moves to focus on the face of Lydia Jameson, who is clearly tense. She is seen nervously rubbing her hands together as she awaits the question. Dr. Jameson [from behind the camera]: “Come on, Lydia. Come on.” Manzano: “As stated in the last question, a zenith is a point directly above an observer. What is the point on the Earth that is directly 180 degrees opposite of the zenith?” There is an extremely tense silence in the interior of the gymnasium. Lydia Jameson is seen with her eyes wide. Though obscured by the low definition quality of the video camera, her face is seen covered with sweat. Several seconds of silence continue as both contestants think of an answer. Manzano: “Again, what is the point on the Earth that is directly 180 degrees opposite of the zenith?” Thirty seconds of silence intervene as both contestants are unable to think of an answer. The camera begins to subtly shake. Manzano: “If you know the answer, contestants, raise your hand.” The camera zooms out of Lydia Jameson’s face and instead shows the whole stage. Rina Tan is shivering in her seat, but raises her hand. Manzano: “Yes, Rina Tan?” Tan: “The uh… hori… hmm…” Manzano: “Please say your answer now, or we will have to give your chance to Lydia Jameson.” Rina Tan’s eyes widen, before she looks at Lydia Jameson, who is also quivering in her seat. After a few seconds, Rina Tan lowers her hand. Manzano: “Alright, how about you, Miss Jameson? What is your answer?” Lydia Jameson stands up. She seems to be attempting to project confidence as she smiles. Lydia Jameson: “A… uh… a…” The camera begins to shake. Dr. Jameson [quietly]: “Show them, Lydia." Lydia Jameson [unsure]: “A horizon?” A negative tone is played over the speakers of the gymnasium, expressing Lydia Jameson’s mistake. She shrinks slightly. Manzano: “A missed opportunity. Miss Tan, have you found the correct answer?” Rina Tan stands up and clears her throat. Tan: “A… nadir?” A positive sound plays over the speakers. The crowd begins to applaud in reaction. Manzano: “And with twenty eight points, Rina Tan is officially this year’s Brightest!” The camera begins to zoom in on Lydia Jameson’s face. She is seen to be close to crying. As the judge urges Rina Tan to step forward for the awarding of her medal and the large check signifying her financial reward, Lydia Jameson proceeds backstage in a defeated manner. The camera begins to shake as Dr. Jameson lowers it. A sniffle is heard. Quickly, the camera is tucked into Dr. Jameson’s backpack. Hurried footsteps are heard as Dr. Jameson is presumed to be running. Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this. I can’t. I'm done holding it together.” The footsteps continue. After two minutes, they are heard coming to a stop. Lydia Jameson [muffled]: “Dad?” Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “You had one job, Lydia. One. One damn job.” Lydia Jameson [muffled]: “Dad, I’m sorry, but what's-” Dr. Jameson [muffled, raised]: “I’m sorry? You were so close, Lydia, so close. I needed that money so that we could… so that we could get on our feet again. I… I… trusted you. I trusted you, Lydia. I work like a dog 6 days a week and this is how you repay me?” Lydia Jameson [muffled]: “Dad, I’m so sorry, I’ll try to do something-” Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “No.” A pause is heard. Lydia Jameson [muffled, weak]: “What?” Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “There's nothing you can do. It's done.” The pause continues for twenty seconds. Dr. Jameson [muffled, quiet]: “You’re a disappointment, Lydia.” Another pause is heard. Lydia Jameson [muffled]: "Dad, you promised. You… you promised me you'd always be proud of me. You're still proud of me, right?" A pause persists for ten seconds. Lydia Jameson [muffled]: "Dad?" Dr. Jameson [muffled, quiet]: "You're grounded." Lydia Jameson [muffled]: "What? D-dad?" Dr. Jameson [muffled, shouting]: "YOU ARE FUCKING GROUNDED, YOU HEAR ME?! NO PHONES, NO GOING OUT WITH FRIENDS, NO GOING OUT AT ALL! IF YOU WANT TO FIX THIS, FIX THIS AT ALL, THEN STUDY UNTIL YOU FUCKING DO!" A pause persists for thirty seconds. A sniffle is heard, presumably coming from Lydia Jameson. Dr. Jameson [muffled, quiet]: “You’re starting to look like your mother, you know that?” A sob is heard. Dr. Jameson presumably begins to walk. Lydia Jameson [muffled, pleading]: “I’m so sorry, Dad. Dad, please. Dad.” Dr. Jameson [muffled, irritated, resigned]: “Let’s get back to the damn car.” Lydia Jameson [muffled, pleading]: “Dad. Dad, dad please.” No reply comes from Dr. Jameson. The video continues for several minutes. Lydia Jameson continues to desperately attempt to get her father’s attention. Dr. Jameson remain silent. The words “BATTERY LOW” begin to flicker at the top right of the camera. After ten minutes, the video ends as the camera turns off. Addendum 7686.3: The following logs transcribe the selected contents of the “ARCHIVED FILES” folder, uploaded automatically by Lydia Jameson's phone to her cloud-based storage. Due to the numerous contents of the “ARCHIVED FILES” folder, the following transcripts will contain a summary of photos by year, and if applicable, by month. 2014 Due to Lydia Jameson having only gained access to her first smartphone by September of 2014, there have only been a few files uploaded during the year. Many are “selfies” taken by Lydia Jameson herself at locations that she has visited. From September to December 2014, these locations are: Various locations at the Jan Malvich Middle School (often with unidentified friends, classmates, teachers, or staff members) The Jameson residence (in September 2014, these often included Dr. Jared Jameson, but he is not present from September 13th onward) The Resonance McDonalds branch (photos at this location are usually taken after school hours) The residence of several other students at the Jan Malvich Middle School The Channel 9 Studio4 In addition to the “selfies” Lydia Jameson has taken, a vast majority of the images taken from September until December depict contents of an academic nature, usually notes, excerpts from textbooks, and assignments. Additionally, the results of each of her tests during the year have been photographed. Most of the test results show perfect scores, with those that are not showing evidence of water drop damage on the paper.5 Another point of record is an interruption in the upload of files starting from September 13th until October 1st. The reason for this is currently unknown. 2015 From January until February of 2015, the contents of Lydia Jameson’s folder remains almost the same as that of 2014. However, notably, outputs from Lydia Jameson’s smartphone is completely suspended on February 3rd6 until June 26th.7 As with the suspension in outputs in 2014, it is currently unknown why this transpired. After June 26th, outputs from Lydia Jameson’s smartphone resume. However, photos taken by the phone are only limited to that of the local library of the town of Resonance, Jan Malvich Middle School, and that of the Jameson residence. “Selfies” from this period are also notably absent, and photos originating from 2015 are purely of an academic nature. During this period, Lydia Jameson was only known to frequent the three places mentioned above. On September 15th, Lydia Jameson took pictures of a small cake with the numbers 1 and 2 displayed above. Aside from the cake, the only other pictures are of a taller and more matured Lydia Jameson beside a fatigued and unsmiling Dr. Jameson. Notably, unlike prior images of Lydia Jameson, the subject appears to resemble Dr. Jameson far less. Her hair is darkening to a dark brown, while her face shape is becoming more angular as opposed to Dr. Jameson's more rounded face. The only other images from this day are of a slight variation of the previous image, which shows Dr. Jameson looking at Lydia Jameson. His expression appears to be one of hate. On December 24th, Lydia Jameson’s non-academic outputs increased. Photos from this day include Lydia Jameson with several friends, all having been identified as students from Jan Malvich Middle School. The following images depict the subjects talking and laughing, while also posing for a group picture. Notably, one of the pictures depicts one friend, later identified to be 13 year old Jasper Beecham, injecting a substance into his arm in the background while Lydia Jameson and another student smile in the foreground. This was later confirmed to be the first appearance of SCP-7686 in Lydia Jameson’s files. After December 24th, further output from Lydia Jameson’s smartphone ceases. There are no contents for Christmas and New Year’s Eve. 2016 No output is detected from Lydia Jameson’s phone for one month, from January until February 19. From this period, pictures of normal academic content resumes, though unusual content begins to be uploaded to the cloud-based drive as Lydia Jameson begins to take pictures of herself in the mirror every day until June 28. These new pictures are taken at the start of everyday, usually at 7:30 AM, and depict Lydia Jameson standing perfectly straight while holding her cellphone. Screenshots starting from February 19th also begin to be uploaded of Lydia Jameson making contact with Jasper Beecham over text message, usually concerning matters of money. Notably, on the day of February 20th, Lydia Jameson’s hair, which had darkened to almost black the day before, had begun to slowly lighten. Similar and subtle changes can also be seen on Lydia Jameson’s cheeks, chin, and nose. This continues for several months. By May 30th, Lydia Jameson’s appearance has completely changed to once again resemble Dr. Jameson. Due to the gradual nature of the changes, it is assumed that they were thought by people surrounding Lydia Jameson to have been a result of puberty. Unlike previous years, there are no periods of time where output from Lydia Jameson’s smartphone ceases. Further images of Dr. Jameson show him in a happier disposition, with both Lydia Jameson and Dr. Jameson even traveling together to the local park on May 30th. Both Lydia and Dr. Jameson are seen laughing in the pictures taken of them on this day. On June 5th, further correspondence with Jasper Beecham ceases. This coincides with Beecham’s sudden disappearance in relation to his juvenile delinquency cases.8 On June 6th, Lydia Jameson’s appearance changes begin to revert. By June 8th, her hair has completely darkened to black with her face shape becoming sharper and more angular. Daily pictures cease at this time. On June 9th, Lydia Jameson disappears. It is assumed that she is attempting to look for Jasper Beecham during this period. Pictures from this time were uploaded later upon her return, and depict the forest surrounding the town of Resonance. By 7:30 PM, Lydia Jameson uses the flash of her smartphone taking pictures to presumably illuminate her surroundings. At 7:40 PM, a picture of a remote wooden cabin illuminated by the flash of a smartphone camera was taken. Shortly after, a video was taken at 7:42 PM. VIDEO_194206092016.mp4 The video depicts the wooden floor of a cabin, with one glass bottle containing a clear liquid placed off to the side. Heavy breathing is heard, presumably originating from the holder of the smartphone. The fingers of this aforementioned holder cross over the field of view of the camera multiple times, as they attempt to presumably hold it properly. After several seconds of fidgeting with the camera, the smartphone is held up to show Lydia Jameson, who is panting with exhaustion. A plank of wood is held in her hand in a guarded stance. Her cheek is bleeding from a scratch, which seems to have been freshly made. Her clothes are dissheveled, with her t-shirt being torn in several places. Dirt cakes her face. Her hair, meanwhile, shows a rapid change from a bright brown color on the edges to a pitch black color closer to her scalp. She grits her teeth as she realizes the camera is pointed at her. Her expression is desperate. Lydia Jameson [through gritted teeth]: “Jasper, just give me some of it. Just a bit. I need- Jasper Beecham: “Need them for… for what? You attacked me out of nowhere!” Lydia Jameson [raised voice]: “I just need some. A bottle, at most. I don’t have much time.” Jasper Beecham: “You don’t have much time for what, Lydia? For what?!” Lydia Jameson is silent. Her lip quivers as she takes several deep breaths. Jasper Beecham: “Th-thought so. I have your phone, now. I have this video. The moment I send this to the police, you… you won’t have anything to hide behind.” Lydia Jameson’s expression changes to barely held-in anger. She begins to quiver. Lydia Jameson: “I need it to maintain… maintain my face. I just need to. Please.” Jasper Beecham’s breathing begins to slow as well. He takes a step back. Jasper Beecham: “I don’t care. Go.” Lydia Jameson: “Please.” Jasper Beecham: “GO!” Lydia Jameson: “Jasper-” Jasper Beecham: “SHUT UP!” Lydia Jameson ceases to speak. Jasper Beecham: “I don’t know what was going through your fucking mind seeking me out like this. Hunting me down. Trying to fucking knock me out. I’m trying to get away, don’t you understand that?!” Lydia Jameson: “Still, I only need some-” Jasper Beecham: “And I ain’t going to give you shit! Not after how you attacked me like that. No. I don’t care for your fucking sob story. I cut you in on a deal, and now that deal’s done.” Lydia Jameson steps forward. Tears are obviously running down her cheeks. Jasper Beecham instinctively takes a step back. Lydia Jameson [sobbing]: “Please, it’s for my… my…” Lydia Jameson winces in pain. She drops the plank in her hands to cradle her head, grunting as she does so. Lydia Jameson: “Oh God…” Lydia Jameson screams in pain. Lydia Jameson: “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Jasper Beecham: “Oh God. You’re… you’re fucking reverting.” Lydia Jameson screams in pain again, much louder than the previous time. Lydia Jameson: “I… I need to…” Jasper Beecham: “I…” At once, Lydia Jameson’s vocalizations cease. She stays in place. Jasper Beecham: “Ly… Lydia?” Lydia Jameson’s hands remain on her head, obscuring her face from view. Slowly, she removes her hands from her face and looks up at Beecham. Lydia Jameson: “Jasper…” As Lydia Jameson shows her face to the camera, a change in her appearance is evident. Her cheeks are far sharper, with her chin being angular. Her hair is completely black. Jasper Beecham: “You… look… different.” Lydia Jameson’s expression changes from worry to horror. Lydia Jameson: “Oh God… dad…” Jasper Beecham: “Your dad? What the hell are you talking about?” Lydia Jameson: “I… I… just… please give it to me. I’ll pay you back.” Jasper Beecham: “This is for your dad? What the hell has that asshole done for you?” Lydia Jameson stares at Jasper Beecham. Tears begin to quickly fall down her cheeks. Lydia Jameson [quietly]: “He… he loves me.” Jasper Beecham: “He treats you like a prisoner, Lydia! He locked you up at home for days on end after you hung out with us last Christmas.” Jasper Beecham takes a deep breath. Jasper Beecham: “He… he doesn’t love you.” Lydia Jameson continues to stare back at Jasper Beecham. As she looks at him, she starts to sob, quietly shaking as she does so. Lydia Jameson: “I…” She wipes her tears away with her arm. Lydia Jameson: “I just want him to hug me. To… to see me as his little girl again.” Quickly, Lydia Jameson bends over to take a bottle from the floor, placing them under her armpit. She wordlessly turns around to walk towards the cabin door. Jasper Beecham: “Wait… wait… wait, no. Stop. Stop!” Jasper Beecham runs forward to take the bottle, dropping the phone in the process. The video goes dark as the camera directly faces the ground. Lydia Jameson: “Please, let me go!” Jasper Beecham: “It’s all that I have left! I need it for myself! Please, stop, please!” Lydia Jameson: “Let… let me fucking… GO!” A loud noise is heard as a person presumably staggers backward, followed by a dull thud. Seconds later, a heavier thud is heard. Lydia Jameson: “I… I…” Slow footsteps are heard coming closer to the smartphone. They come to a stop seconds after. Lydia Jameson: “I’m sorry.” A quiet grunt is heard, presumably originating from Jasper Beecham. Jasper Beecham: “Ly…” Lydia Jameson [quivering]: “I’ll… I’ll come back for you, okay? After I get home. I’ll call the police. The ambulance.” Jasper Beecham: “Please…” Lydia Jameson [quietly]: “I’m sorry.” Another footstep is heard before the smartphone is picked up. Video footage only shows the floor before the recording stops. By 8:00 PM, all pictures and videos have been uploaded to the cloud-based drive, which indicates that Lydia Jameson has returned home. At 8:10 PM, Lydia Jameson records a video in the restroom of her home. A transcript of the video has been included below. VIDEO_201006092016.mp4 The video begins with Lydia Jameson stepping back from the camera. Her dark hair and clothes are disheveled and messy. Her red branded t-shirt is torn in several places. A scratch on her cheek, which seems to originate from the fingernails of a human, is bleeding. Dirt is seen staining her face. Lydia Jameson sits down on the floor on the opposite side of the restroom. She is seen panting. A large bottle that is partially full with SCP-76869 is in her left hand, while a disposable syringe is seen on her right. Lydia Jameson touches the wound on her cheek. Lydia Jameson: “Fuck.” Lydia Jameson sighs. Lydia Jameson: “I… I fucked up, Dad. I fucked up really bad, and…” Lydia Jameson holds up the bottle to the camera. Lydia Jameson: “And I don’t know if it’ll even work. If I’ll OD and die right here or if I’ll be…” Lydia Jameson sniffles. It is evident that she is attempting to hold back tears. Lydia Jameson: “I tried so hard to get you to forgive me, Dad. I tried so so hard. I know… I know that I wasn’t able to get us the money. I know that I couldn’t do anything else, I know that I was such a disappointment to you and I know all of that.” Tears are welling up in Lydia Jameson’s eyes. Lydia Jameson: “It’s just that… I know you work so hard just to keep us alive. I know that… that after you were blacklisted, you kept working from 5 to 8 just for us.” Lydia Jameson breathes deeply. Lydia Jameson: “I know all of that, Dad. I know why you kept taking my phone away from me, why you grounded me when my grades were low, why you kept sending me to the library even when there wasn’t school- I… I know all of that.” Lydia Jameson’s tone begins to rise. She is sobbing as she speaks. Lydia Jameson: “I endured all of that because I knew you were doing it for a reason. Because I was a failure. Because I was a disappointment. Because… Because…” Lydia Jameson quivers as she wipes the tears from her face. She looks at the camera. Lydia Jameson: “I know… I know the way you looked at me, Dad. The sheer… hate. You despised me. And I understood why." Lydia Jameson breathes deeply. Lydia Jameson: “I just didn’t want you to come home today and see Mom waiting for you on the dining table again. You deserve better than that.” Lydia Jameson stays silent for several seconds. She raises her head. She is looking listlessly away from the camera. Lydia Jameson: “Dad…” She looks at the camera. Lydia Jameson: “No matter what happens. I love you. I forgive you. I understand everything you did.” Lydia Jameson takes the syringe and the bottle. A bottle of SCP-7686 as discovered beside SCP-7686-A Lydia Jameson: “I’m doing all of this for you. I hope you forgive me too.” Lydia Jameson extracts SCP-7686 from the bottle and begins injecting it into her arm. She winces as she does so. Wordlessly, Lydia Jameson continues to extract SCP-7686 from the bottle and inject it into her arm. With each time, she evidently tenses more and more. Sweat is seen forming on her forehead. As Lydia Jameson extracts the last of the SCP-7686 in the bottle, she is seen taking a deep breath. She looks directly at the camera. Her eyes are full of tears. Lydia Jameson: "I'm so sorry, Dad." Lydia Jameson attempts to get on her feet, setting the empty bottle on the floor. As she does so, however, her leg bone snaps from underneath her. Lydia Jameson screams loudly in pain. Lydia Jameson: "Oh… oh God…" Seconds after she finishes speaking, Lydia Jameson begins to seize violently on the ground. Her limbs hit the floor and wall multiple times. Her eyes roll back into the back of her head. After thirty seconds of seizing, Lydia Jameson’s arm again makes hard contact with the nearby wall. It folds upon itself immediately, signaling an immediate weakening of her arm bones. The color of her skin changes from pale to pitch black in several places, before immediately changing back. Lydia Jameson begins to scream. After one minute, hurried footsteps are heard outside of the restroom. The door opens two seconds later. Dr. Jameson: “Jesus Christ." Dr. Jameson is seen running into frame and kneeling on the floor. Instinctively, he attempts to put both of his arms around Lydia. Dr. Jameson: “What’s happening? Tell me, damnit, tell me!" Lydia Jameson attempts to speak, but is unable to. She begins to choke as the flesh inside her mouth presumably begins to liquefy. Dr. Jameson: “Lydia, goddamnit, please tell me!” Under Dr. Jameson’s arms, Lydia Jameson’s flesh is seen liquefying. The resulting fluid is presumably a mixture of liquified flesh, muscle and blood, taking on a pink colouration. Her limbs no longer seem to have solid bones. Her hair has been bleached white. Dr. Jameson's demeanor suddenly shifts as he begins to sob. Dr. Jameson: “No, no… Oh God… Oh God…” Lydia Jameson stops seizing. Only a quiet gurgling is heard from her as she continues to liquefy. Lydia Jameson [faintly]: “I…” Dr. Jameson: “What?” Lydia Jameson: “I’m… I’m sorry… dad.” Lydia Jameson gurgles once again. She is heard attempting to vocalize, but is unable to. At this point, it is presumed that her throat has been obstructed by liquefied flesh. Dr. Jameson: "No. Lydia, Lydia no.” Dr. Jameson's expression turns from regret to anger, and begins to raise his voice. Dr. Jameson: “No! You can't do this to me. Not after all I sacrificed. Not after everything I did to keep you from her. No. Not now. Not like this. Not like this." Dr. Jameson attempts to shake Lydia Jameson, whose body has almost completely liquefied. Dr. Jameson: "STOP, PLEASE! GOD… GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!" Dr. Jameson begins to cry. His body begins to shake violently as he does so. Lydia Jameson ceases to vocalize. Dr. Jameson screams loudly, his voice expressing immense amounts of frustration and grief. A long silence follows. Soon after, Dr. Jameson leans back on the wall. His eyes are staring upwards. Dr. Jameson [quietly]: "You… you did this for me, didn’t you?” Dr. Jameson sniffles again. Dr. Jameson [quietly]: "Lydia?” No reply comes from Lydia Jameson. Dr. Jameson [loudly weeping]: “Lydia, please answer me.” Dr. Jameson starts to weep again. Dr. Jameson [weeping]: “Lydia, please…” After a minute, Dr. Jameson stops weeping. Slowly, he looks at his arms, quivering as he does so. His arms have completely fused with Lydia Jameson’s torso. His bottom lip quivers. He appears to be unable to process the current events. Dr. Jameson: “It's taken such a long time… but… I'm sorry. I’m so sorry. For everything, Lydia.” As Lydia Jameson liquefies further, Dr. Jameson attempts to embrace her. Her liquefied flesh begins to bond and fuse with his skin. Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “I’m sorry.” Dr. Jameson closes his eyes. SCP-7686-A is formed as Lydia Jameson solidifies. Discovery Log: Due to the loud noises emanating from the Jameson residence, several neighbors attempted to contact 911 for assistance. A Foundation operative who was working within the 911 call center then contacted his superiors at nearby Site-19. A containment team was sent to the scene twenty minutes later to collect SCP-7686-A and begin information containment efforts. Update 7686 - 6/16/2017: Unusual brain activity has been detected from Dr. Jameson. Preliminary tests are pending approval. Update 7686 - 6/17/2017: Heightened brain activity has been detected from Dr. Jameson. Preliminary tests are pending approval. Tranquilizers are pending approval. Update 7686 - 6/18/2017: Active brain activity has been detected from Dr. Jameson. However, the subject shows no external signs of emerging from his vegetative state. Tranquilizers have been urgently requested, but are currently pending approval. + Incident Log - 6/19/2017 - Hide Incident Log - 6/19/2017: The following file is a transcript of the extraordinary incident that occurred on June 19th, 2017 as taken from the CCTV camera within the containment chamber of SCP-7686-A. <Begin Log> {09:23: A low murmur is heard coming from SCP-7686-A. This coincides with a sudden increase in Dr. Jameson’s brain activity.} {09:30: The murmuring continues for several minutes. The attending researchers report it as being similar to "a man talking in his sleep". Head Researcher Malingen is reported to have been notified.} {11:38: Dr. Jameson begins to shake. The murmuring increases in volume. The attending researchers are also heard quickly entering and exiting the room in search of Head Researcher Malingen.} {11:44: Dr. Jameson's unobstructed eye opens. One of the attending junior researchers attempts to open the door to the containment chamber without the clearance of Dr. Malingen, but to no avail.} {11:45: Dr. Jameson makes no attempt to free itself from Lydia Jameson. A quiet sobbing and whimpering sound is heard emanating from Dr. Jameson. Its heart rate is detected to be elevating dramatically.} {11:49: Dr. Jameson ceases whimpering. At the same time, his heart rate is detected to suddenly be decreasing. He is seen attempting to move his arms closer around Lydia Jameson.} {11:51: The tune to the song “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle is heard being hummed by Dr. Jameson. He loses consciousness soon after.} {11:51:32: SCP-7686-A expires from unknown causes.} <End Log> Footnotes 1. A case of conjoined twins where two human organisms are connected at the front of their heads. 2. A case of conjoined twins whose bodies are fused at the lower abdomen. 3. Running from 2007 until 2015, the Brightest was a trivia game show that invited 200 of the most academically accomplished students in the United States to compete against one another for a monetary prize, usually around 500,000 dollars. 4. Known to be the location where “The Brightest” game show is filmed. 5. Later investigation has revealed that these images are usually sent to Dr. Jameson via text message. 6. The beginning of the school year’s spring term 7. The end of the school year. 8. As of 2017, Jasper Beecham has still not yet been found. 9. 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SCP-7688 | keter | Item #: SCP-7688 Alleged sketch of SCP-7688, early nineteenth century. Special Containment Procedures: As of the 21st century, no further activity from SCP-7688 has been found in any physical literature. SCP-7688 has thus been reclassified as Neutralized. Description: SCP-7688 was a spectral entity resembling Marie Stratford, a British writer alive during the mid 18th century. Throughout the late 18th century, less than one-hundred eyewitness accounts of SCP-7688 were ever divulged. In all reports, SCP-7688 is described to be examining recently written drafts of fiction or non-fictional works within the respected witness's home. SCP-7688 would then manifest a translucent quill in their right hand to scan through its text. Once finished, SCP-7688 would then leave the location by phasing through a nearby wall or similar vertical surface without acknowledging anyone present. At a later point (Several hours or days, depending on the draft's length), handwritten notes would be found at the original location, including spelling/grammatical corrections for the work, as well as overall feedback. In cases where witnesses attempted to coax SCP-7688 to leave, no hostility was reported. SCP-7688 would simply exit the premises without issue. Finale drafts were notably different from the original work in terms of overall readability. Some exceptional cases show that SCP-7688 visited the same premises at least twice, during which the author in-question did not prevent SCP-7688 from working. Some allusions to SCP-7688 were later uncovered from the mid 20th century, in the form of notes alongside various war poems written during both World Wars. Very few works were publicly credited to Ms. Stratford while alive, having primarily been employed as an editor and ghostwriter. Ms. Stratford worked for various publishing companies and independent contractors throughout her career, before finally passing away in 1847. No evidence of any major earnings procured during her life has been found. Ms. Stratford gained no renown following her death, despite having produced a multitude of works throughout her lifetime, including independent novellas, poems, translations of foreign works, and scientific articles. As of the 21st century, no further activity from SCP-7688 has been found in any physical literature. SCP-7688 has thus been reclassified as Neutralized. *SCP-7688 has resurfaced following a long-term hiatus. Investigation is advised. SCP-7688 was a spectral *is There is vastly more work to do. I have my transparent hands full in this new "online" age of writing. Addendum.2: I needn’t correct “Neutralized” to "Neutralised"? I'll leave it as is. |
SCP-7688 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-7688 Alleged sketch of SCP-7688, early nineteenth century. Special Containment Procedures: As of the 21st century, no further activity from SCP-7688 has been found in any physical literature. SCP-7688 has thus been reclassified as Neutralized. Description: SCP-7688 was a spectral entity resembling Marie Stratford, a British writer alive during the mid 18th century. Throughout the late 18th century, less than one-hundred eyewitness accounts of SCP-7688 were ever divulged. In all reports, SCP-7688 is described to be examining recently written drafts of fiction or non-fictional works within the respected witness's home. SCP-7688 would then manifest a translucent quill in their right hand to scan through its text. Once finished, SCP-7688 would then leave the location by phasing through a nearby wall or similar vertical surface without acknowledging anyone present. At a later point (Several hours or days, depending on the draft's length), handwritten notes would be found at the original location, including spelling/grammatical corrections for the work, as well as overall feedback. In cases where witnesses attempted to coax SCP-7688 to leave, no hostility was reported. SCP-7688 would simply exit the premises without issue. Finale drafts were notably different from the original work in terms of overall readability. Some exceptional cases show that SCP-7688 visited the same premises at least twice, during which the author in-question did not prevent SCP-7688 from working. Some allusions to SCP-7688 were later uncovered from the mid 20th century, in the form of notes alongside various war poems written during both World Wars. Very few works were publicly credited to Ms. Stratford while alive, having primarily been employed as an editor and ghostwriter. Ms. Stratford worked for various publishing companies and independent contractors throughout her career, before finally passing away in 1847. No evidence of any major earnings procured during her life has been found. Ms. Stratford gained no renown following her death, despite having produced a multitude of works throughout her lifetime, including independent novellas, poems, translations of foreign works, and scientific articles. As of the 21st century, no further activity from SCP-7688 has been found in any physical literature. SCP-7688 has thus been reclassified as Neutralized. *SCP-7688 has resurfaced following a long-term hiatus. Investigation is advised. SCP-7688 was a spectral *is There is vastly more work to do. I have my transparent hands full in this new "online" age of writing. Addendum.2: I needn’t correct “Neutralized” to "Neutralised"? I'll leave it as is. |
SCP-7689 | pending | Man walks into a horse bar. Bartender says, "Why the short face?" NOTICE: INVESTIGATION IN PROGRESS The following file concerns an anomaly currently under investigation. Any information presented here may be incorrect, inaccurate or purely speculative. Item #: SCP-7689 Current Containment Measures: N/A, SCP is currently under preliminary investigation. Description: SCP-7689 refers to a currently unidentified phenomena causing an abnormally high amount of narrative and Akiva fluctuation in the city of Mekelle, Ethiopia. Site-89 Department of Tactical Theology personnel investigated on-site in an attempt to confirm these readings and if possible locate the source. Discovery Log Context: Junior Researchers Salam Narjeen and Ariadne Cooper approach the location of SCP-7689 in an attempt to triangulate the source of the anomaly. Recording begins when subjects activate their lapel recorders as Narjeen attempts to amuse a disinterested Cooper with a story of working with SCP-3988. Narjeen: […] because he had no body to go with. Get it, because skeletons don't have a— Cooper: I don't know what to tell you, Salam, I just don't find it funny. Narjeen: Come on, it doesn't tickle your funny bone even a little? Cooper: I just don't find it humorous. Narjeen: Ahhh, I see what you did there. Cooper: What? Salam, is this really what you called me out here for? Narjeen: No! No! There's a real anomaly somewhere here, I promise. I think… I definitely got a reading. Any uh… Any updates on your readouts? The two approach a bar named "The Dead Horse" and stop on the sidewalk. Cooper checks her Pickman-Sinclair Narrative Fluctuation Detector and her Brennan Akiva Particle Detector, while Narjeen fiddles with her standard issue EMF detector and walkie-talkie. Behind them, a construction worker exits the bar with two drinks and pours one on the road. Cooper: No dice. Readings suggest an anomaly may be close, but I can't seem to pinpoint any source. Narjeen: Same here. Want to take another walk around? Cooper gestures to her cane. Cooper: We've been at this for hours, Salam. It's hot out and my legs are tired. Let's sit down for a second and get something to drink. Couldn't hurt to get a local perspective either. Narjeen holds the door open as a woman in a sweater and name tag holding jumper cables is escorted out by a police officer. Several lawyers can be seen passing by. Cooper and Narjeen walk into the bar. The bar is in most aspects typical for one of its size and region, containing several tables and a bar counter. Somewhat atypical is the amount of clientele at this hour. A drunk woman bumps into Narjeen, surprising them both. She looks down and notices she's leaning on Narjeen's chest, then quickly backs away. Drunken Woman: Aplogogies, I'm a lil bit dysexlic. The woman stumbles off. Narjeen: See, this is why I don't drink. Cooper: I thought it was because you're Muslim. Narjeen: Yeah, that too. Ooh, look, some seats just opened up! As Cooper and Narjeen approach the bar counter a group of dusty men can be seen arguing with the bartender. They also see multiple hunks of meat hanging on hooks above the bar with a sign on the wall reading "TAKE THE CHALLENGE." The group of coal-covered men finishing their argument with the bartender can be heard grumbling as they gather up their picks and hardhats and leave the bar. The man next to them in a trench coat begins to cry and sprint out the front door. Bartender: Sorry gents, we just can't serve your kind here. Cooper and Narjeen take two of the now available seats, and the bartender passes them two menus. Bartender: I'll be with you ladies in just a moment. Narjeen: No problem. The bartender walks away. Narjeen: Ari, I have a funny feeling about this place. Cooper: I know what you mean, there's something off here. The bartender returns. Bartender: OK, now what can I help you folks with? Can I interest you in completing our challenge? The bartender points to the sign which reads "Jump up and slap the meat, get a free meal! Fail and you buy a round for the bar." Narjeen: No thanks, I think the steaks are too high for me. Cooper: And the Foundation would never pay for it. Bartender: Well, I'll give you a bit to reconsider. In the mean time, any drinks? Any questions? Cooper: Well, bit of an odd question but have you noticed anything strange going on lately? Bartender: Hmmm, strange. No, can't say that I have. Well, there is one funny thing that happened recently… Cooper: Yes? Bartender: Well, some cops just arrested my best waitress and she got charged with battery! Narjeen: Oh wow, what happened? Bartender: So believe it or not, the king walked into the bar with some of his friends, ordering everybody around, you know the type. Narjeen nods in understanding. Cooper: The… king? Bartender: Yes ma'am. You just missed him in fact. So, you know, my waitress, she asks the man what he wants. At first he asks for some Sex On The Beach, and, you know, she has to tell him we're not that kind of establishment. Next, you know, he asks if he can just have some booze and she tells him we're fresh out of spirits! Bartender: Well these powerful guys, they don't like being told no, so he got all frustrated and started complaining, said they'd go somewhere else if he didn't get his third choice option. So, the man orders a punch, and she gives it to him, no charge. The bartender grins. Bartender: Now me, I call that good customer service, but hey you know what they say: the customer is always right. Bartender: Ahh, but I myself am now showing poor hospitality. What can I get you folks? Cooper: I'll just have a water for now. Narjeen: I'll have a water too. Bartender: Coming right up! Oh, and feel free to help yourself to some peanuts. The bartender walks off. Narjeen: I didn't know Ethiopia had a king. Cooper: frowning It doesn't. Narjeen: Oh, huh. Well maybe he meant like Elvis. Cooper: Elvis is dead, Salam. Narjeen: I know that, the Foundation put him in the Hoover Dam reservoir. Anyway I said like Elvis. Narjeen takes a fistfull of peanuts and puts them in her mouth. Cooper: That's actually an Elvis impersonator and anyway we're getting off topic. I think we should give this place a scan. Cooper discretely pulls out and calibrates her Kant Counter. A set of quiet unidentified voices can be heard from Narjeen's location. Voices: Wow Ari, you're so smart. Pretty too! Yeah! I love your cane. Cooper: Hmm? Narjeen: mouth full ay init ay any ing. Cooper: Salam, don't talk with your mouth full. Narjeen: Sorry. Narjeen eats some more peanuts. Cooper: They also don't say that here. Narjeen: Hm? Cooper: "The customer is always right" that's an American saying. Narjeen: mouth full. aybe e's an aerican Cooper: Salam, will you cut it out with those peanuts? Narjeen: Sorry, they're just so good! You should really have some. And the bowl has a little house drawing on the bottom, that's so cute! Cooper looks at the empty bowl of nuts. Cooper: …did you really just eat all the peanuts? Narjeen shrugs. Narjeen: He said they were free. Cooper and Narjeen's drinks are served to them. Bartender: Here are you drinks. Ready to order yet? Cooper: Not just yet, sorry. Still looking. Bartender: Mm, okay, well let me know. The bartender glances at the empty bowl. Bartender: In the mean time I'll go get some more nuts for the counter. Bartender walks off with the bowl. Cooper: I'm going to take some more readings. Hold onto our seats, and keep an eye out yeah? Narjeen: Will do. The bartender returns with some more nuts. Narjeen takes a handful. Narjeen: So…. come here often? Cooper walks around the room discretely scanning the clientele. Her readings come out as baseline until she passes a group of students sitting at a table, at which point her detector beeps at a student reading "Pure Reason: Philosophy for Beginners". Philosophy Student: laughing uproariously I can't! I can't! hahaha. She notes a small spike of Akiva when an imam, a priest and a rabbit walk into the bar but later determines this to be an error. As she continues taking measurements, Junior Researcher Cooper notes further oddities such as: two men entering separately wearing tin foil hats and the same outfit, a drunk woman laying prone erroneously identified as a large cat, a police officer checking the tenderness of Birr before eating it and a coughing man neighing. Cooper begins to show signs of frustration as she notices a blind dog enter the establishment and opens an "Employees Only" door. Cooper: pondering aloud. I just don't get it. As Cooper sees the now open door she briefly glances around before taking a peek inside. In the employee office she notices several more hanging steaks heavily batten, a chalkboard with several mathematical functions, a pair of pants with a helm on the front, a helium canister, and several skeletons. She also notices the dog from before. Cooper: Aw, how's it going buddy? Dog: Ruff. Cooper looks up and sees a dusty banner reading "COMEDY NIGHT" written in gold. Cooper: Oh my god. Cooper quickly returns to the bar and sees Junior Researcher Narjeen attempting to complete the earlier challenge. Cooper: Salam, what are you doing? Narjeen: He said if I didn't we'd have to leave. Bartender: I'm running a business here, I can't just let your friend sit here without ordering anything and eating all my nuts. Narjeen readies to jump. Cooper: No. Salam do not beat that meat. Narjeen: What am I doing? I can't beat a dead horse! Bartender: That's what they all say, but soon enough they all do it anyway. You will t— Cooper: Nope, nope, nope, stop talking. Bartender: Well I ne— Cooper: Salam, get the honeypot.1 Narjeen: Wait, he's the guy? Cooper: Sure is. Narjeen: Eek! Our first bag! Narjeen begins digging in her bag for the Ambrose-Aktus Antimonad Cage. Cooper: … Don't say it like that Bartender: Wait, wait, wait are you guys Foundation? Gods, no wonder you're so humorless. I get the perfect setups, pull out all the stops. Nothing, not even a giggle! Cooper: I don't know what you mean. Narjeen: Oh my gosh he even knows us! Oop, found it! Narjeen pulls out a jar-like device. Bartender: Ho-hold on a second. You wouldn't contain a guy with glasses would you? The bartender pulls out a pair of Groucho glasses and puts them on. Cooper: An MTF is already on the way.2 Bartender: Well, guess that's it the— OH MY GOD IS THAT A JK-CLASS END OF THE WORLD SCENARIO? The bartender points behind Cooper and Narjeen who briefly turn their heads.3 As soon as their heads turn the bartender takes off running Narjeen: Ari! Junior Researcher Cooper extends her cane across the bar counter exit. The bartender runs into a bar, trips and falls. In an attempt to arrest his fall the bartender grabs at the hanging steaks. As he catches one the knot frays and snaps and the horse meat falls on top of him as he hits the ground. Cooper laughs. Cooper: Now that's funny. Narjeen: We really put that guy behind bars. The bartender groans. Cooper and Narjeen clink their glasses together together. Narjeen: Oh! You know, this whole thing reminds me of another joke! Two scientists walks into a bar— Narjeen takes a sip of her drink and quickly spits it out. Narjeen: cough That's hydrogen peroxide. Aftermath: Following the end of the log Agent Bellman entered the bar and assisted Cooper and Narjeen in apprehending the bartender. Narjeen was provided medical attention for her injestion of hydrogen peroxide. The only identification found on the bartender was a Union Card addressed to "Yon Yonson"4 for Local 8718. Footnotes 1. Unofficial name for the Ambrose-Aktus Antimonad Cage. 2. Cooper had contacted Agent Bellman moments prior, who was already in the area due to engaging in a local competition. 3. It is unknown if this was caused by the anomaly. 4. Presumed to be a pseudonym. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7689" by Pedagon, Prismal, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7689. Licensed under CC-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-7690 | keter | Link To Guide Item#:7690 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Photograph captured by victims of Rozhdeniya Event-132. The photograph was enhanced by software engineers. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7690 is currently uncontainable by the Foundation (View Addendum-1). Containment efforts are focused on preventing and mitigating the effects of Rozhdeniya Events. All females within Slavic countries between the ages of 16 and 40 are to be monitored for signs of a Rozhdeniya Event for one week following spontaneous abortion or stillbirth. These signs include lethargy, night terrors, fatigue, and hallucinations. Suspected subjects will be further monitored by Foundation Field Agents. In the event of an individual affected by a Rozhdeniya Event (designated SCP-7690-A), the subject is to be immediately transported to a secure location for observation. Foundation agents are to be placed on standby in the vicinity of SCP-7690-A's location during the active phase of a Rozhdeniya Event. Intervention is prohibited during SCP-7690 manifestation. Any SCP-7690-1 instances produced during a Rozhdeniya Event are to be immediately taken into Foundation custody for study and medical treatment. Slavic governments are to suppress media coverage of any Rozhdeniya Events not discovered by the Foundation. Individuals who come into contact with SCP-7690 or SCP-7690-1 instances are to be amnesticized from the event. This condition may vary between SCP-7690-A subjects, depending on the circumstances. Research into the origins and capabilities of SCP-7690 is ongoing, with the objective of developing a method of containing and studying the entity. Description: SCP-7690 is an entity that appears as a female cranium attached to a spine, pelvis, and ribs, lacking limbs, a mandible, or a sternum. The body repeats itself an unknown number of times from the C1 vertebrae to the coccyx. Each repetition is disjointed and disproportionate in size and placement. SCP-7690 is covered in Lilium candidum, which grows through anomalous means. SCP-7690 moves through autonomous lateral undulation, ignoring gravity and mass, and produces a scraping sound due to the absence of organic ligaments and muscles. SCP-7690 is capable of producing SCP-7690-1 instances through unknown means, referred to as Rozhdeniya Events. These events occur when a woman living in a Slavic country between the ages of 16 and 40 experiences a spontaneous abortion or stillbirth. The rate of Rozhdeniya Events varies annually, averaging 0.000024% per year. A Rozhdeniya Event is comprised of two phases. The first phase occurs within a range of 1 - 2 weeks from the initial activation. SCP-7690-A subjects will experience frequent lethargy and fatigue and will report experiencing night terrors and minor visual and auditory hallucinations of SCP-7690's body. The second phase, known as the active phase, occurs after the first phase and once the SCP-7690-A subject is isolated between 00:00 to 06:00 local time. During this phase, SCP-7690 manifests within the SCP-7690-A's location and produces an SCP-7690-1 instance corresponding to the subject's miscarriage before departing. SCP-7690-1 instances are genetically and physiologically human, with severe physical and mental birth defects and are identical to the original fetuses in terms of DNA. They typically pass away shortly after discovery. SCP-7690-1 instances are found post-Rozhdeniya Events covered in vernix caseosa in various placements and circumstances. It is currently unknown the full extent of SCP-7690's anomalous abilities, but based on witness accounts, it appears to have the ability to become intangible, teleport nearly instantaneously, and induce exhaustion. Note from Site-187 Director: Attention all staff, The recent containment attempt Lambda III ended in tragic loss for the MTF unit involved. It is imperative that all personnel understand the dangers posed by SCP-7690 during its active phase. Any unauthorized intrusion during this time will result in retaliation from the entity. As of the current date, physical containment of SCP-7690 is not feasible. Under no circumstances should the active phase be interrupted unless explicitly authorized by a higher clearance level. Let us all keep the safety of our personnel and the success of our containment efforts at the forefront of our actions. + Access Document 7690-VIII-NotableRozhdeniyaEvents - Close Notable Rozhdeniya Events SCP-7690-A Subject Date / Location Miscarriage Cause Result SCP-7690-A-105 03/28/1947 / Krasnoyarsk, Russia Stillborn SCP-7690-A-105 reported frequent night terrors correlating to SCP-7690 prior the rebirth of SCP-7690-1-105. The subject woke to find the infant wailing near their crotch, still attached by the umbilical cord. SCP-7690-1-105 passed away 39 minutes after discovery due to asphyxiation. SCP-7690-A-128 10/23/1974 / Kemerovo, Siberia Abortion SCP-7690-A-128 reported interacting with SCP-7690 at 02:21 am local time. SCP-7690-1-128 was reborn from SCP-7690's eye socket. The subject stated that SCP-7690 stared at them for an extended period before they felt an extreme exhaustion, leading to falling asleep. SCP-7690-1-128 passed away 47 minutes after birth due to starvation. SCP-7690-A-147 11/14/1998 / Sanok, Poland Infection (Chlamydia) SCP-7690-A-147 reported interacting with SCP-7690 at 00:53 am local time. SCP-7690-1-147 was reborn from SCP-7690's foramen magnum and was covered in a mixture of urine, abnormal vaginal discharge, and blood. SCP-7690 left the residence 4 minutes after arrival. SCP-7690-A-147 committed suicide with a hunting rifle shortly after SCP-7690-1-147's rebirth. SCP-7690-1-147 passed away 56 minutes after birth due to starvation. SCP-7690-A-173 View Addendum-2 Addendum-1 - 'SCP-7690 Containment Attempt - Lambda III' == LEVEL IV ACCESS REQUIRED == INSUFFICENT CLEARANCE LEVEL == LEVEL III ACCESS REQUIRED == Login ACCESS GRANTED Addendum-2 - 'Sophia Fedorov Incident' Record_Audio_Statement_XI_7690_SFI_DrSelina [FILE ACCESSED]: Foreward: The following interview was of questioning Doctor Mortaniz Selina, the head researcher of SCP-7690-1-173, post-incident. Dr. Selina was tasked with the objective of understanding the subject's survivability and correlation to SCP-7690. <BEGIN> Dr. Selina: "Have they agreed to my requests?" Interviewer: "Yeah, I got the all-clear as long as you give us your insight." Dr. Selina: "Alright… Uh… Where should I begin?" Interviewer: "Just start with the case and proceed from there." Dr. Selina: "Alright… SCP-7690-1-173, as my team called her "Sophia," was recovered from a Rozhdeniya Event on ██/██/20██ and placed under my team's care at Site-183. Upon inspection, she would have severe physical and mental birth defects, including cerebral palsy, severe cognitive impairments, and a missing index and ring finger of her left hand due to a growth stunt. Despite initial predictions, Sophia survived infancy and was the first documented instance of an SCP-7690-1 that survived past discovery. Of course, she was placed in Foundation custody under my care." "Over the next four years, Sophia received regular medical treatment which allowed her to develop physically and cognitively. She was even able to walk with the aid of a walker and communicate through basic sign language and was being taught how to vocalize. She was a very bright girl despite her upbringing. She actually reminded me of my own little one… Ahem… sorry. She stayed in a habitable facility within Site-183 and considering she wasn't a threat, her containment was a lot more lenient with visitations. I got to be her primary caretaker and she was an angel." Dr. Selina paused, looking to the floor for a significant period. Interviewer: "What about the mother?" Dr. Selina: "Nikola Fedorov, aka SCP-7690-A-173, was permitted regular visitations with her daughter under proper supervision, of course. The ethics committee had a contract in place to allow these visitations as long as Mrs. Federov remained silent about the Foundation. While it was apparent that Mrs. Federov did not like the circumstance she and her daughter were under, Sophia still was able to recognize and react positively to her mother's presence. I was quite close with both of them, and Mrs. Federov spoke differently to me as if I were her friend and not a Doctor. It was nice. We often talked about our own families. She told me about her two kids that lived in Argentina due to her divorce. I remember, she said to me 'this next one, is going to stay by my side'. It was sweet." Dr. Selina paused once again, looking to the floor. Interviewer: "Alright, tell me more about your experiences with Sophia Fedorov, aka SCP-7690-1-173." Dr. Selina: "Being able to spend time with Sophia, in a playful yet study-heavy way was a positive experience for my team and me. She was quick to show affection to those she was familiar with and she was quite the miracle. However… Er… Sophia displayed odd behavior in other situations. She would be in extreme fear and anxiety to unfamiliar individuals. She had difficulty interacting with others and displayed acts of… self-harming when distressed. It was heartbreaking to see. My team attributed these behaviors to Sophia's cognitive impairments and provided appropriate care." Interviewer: "Were there any other behavioral issues with Sophia? Perhaps correlating her to SCP-7690?" Dr. Selina: "Actually, there was this one behavior. She would frequently ask for her mother to visit. Even with Mrs. Federov in her presence. We originally thought it was just part of the mental development of an infant, but Sophia did know of Mrs. Federov but didn't correlate her to being her own mother. When she would ask frequently, I would typically respond with, 'what does your mother look like?' At which she would pause, think for a moment, and say, 'A snake'… When I try to further along the conversation of this 'snake' she would either ignore, change the subject or forget what she's talking about, as common with most infants. It does raise the question though of how SCP-7690 affects the life of an SCP-7690-1 instance. My team and I tried to ask questions about the topic but she would give the same responses I said." Interviewer: "Alright now tell me about the incident, if you are able to." Dr. Selina: "Alright… alright… sorry just give me a moment." Dr. Selina takes a big gulp of water. Dr. Selina: "Despite the progress made in Sophia's development, she remained fragile with all of her ailments. On ██/██/20██, Sophia contracted pneumonia and was hospitalized. Mrs. Federov and I were in the room with her during her final moments… And while we were at her bedside, I saw it. The monster… slowly emerged from the floor. No warning, no sound, nothing to indicate its presence at all. Hell, the security team didn't even know it was in the room for four minutes! Mrs. Federov and I were silently staring at it as it approached Sophia. I read the Lambda three containment failure… and I tried to warn her but…" Dr. Selina starts to sob. Interviewer: "Apologies doctor, but I'm going to need you to continue the incident, we can take a two-minute break?" Dr. Selina: "No no… I'm sorry, just a moment." Dr. Selina composes herself. Dr. Selina: "Okay… okay… fortunately, Mrs. Federov wasn't hurt, she was just put to sleep right there. I sat there… in silence… shaking… wondering where the security team is. The monster was at her bedside, staring right at Sophia. I sat there watching them. Finally, the containment breach protocol was in motion with red lights and sirens. But it didn't break their seemingly tender moment. I watched as Sophia passed and the monster just hovered over her. Then… A singular flower floated from the monster's eye… It was another one of its flowers. I was speechless… I was… In shock, I suppose. It looked at me and I fell asleep. Then woke up after the security took me in for questioning." Interviewer: "I'm sorry for that incident and your experiences. Are there any further details? For the record." Dr. Selina: "Actually… When I was put to sleep I had this dream." "The sky was greyed out with spots of black darkness stretching across. The entire ground was covered in those Lilies. There was this… nice breeze. I felt warm… It calmed me. Then I saw it… It was… massive. It was in the distance, I-I could barely make out its shape. It looped around me, nearly the size of a mountain. And eventually… It-it looked down on me. It lowered its head right in front of me, and I saw inside its eye… And I- I- I don't know- I think it… Sniffed me?" Dr. Selina began to sob once again. Dr. Selina: "I then heard babies crying… from all directions! Just echoing. I tried to look away but then… it dropped one of its flowers on me. On my head. It was silent once again. Does it know?" Interviewer: "Does it know what?" Dr. Selina: "That I'm pregnant?" Silence. Dr. Selina: "I'm so sorry, that was inappropriate, I-" Interviewer: "It's okay, it's okay. There's no need to continue. It's clear this event has changed you. It would change most people. We can move you to a more friendly site and-" Dr. Selina: "Actually… I'd-I'd like to resign." Interviewer: "But Doctor, that's an entirely different procedure, might take time to finalize. I assume you know the procedure, correct? Why would you want to lose the benefits?" Dr. Selina: "I want to spend more time with my family." Interviewer: "Very well." <END> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7690" by MaskedN00B, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7690. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7691 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article describes sexual body parts and fluids. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-7691 Special Containment Procedures: A security border with a radius of 2 kilometers is to be maintained around SCP-7691. Camp South-Maple is to be quarantined and eventually condemned under the guise of toxic leakage from a nearby sewage lagoon. SCP-7691 is to be drained yearly to maintain an approximate volume of 90,000 liters. A false explanation for the disappearance of POI-7691 is to be disseminated if local investigations persist. Description: SCP-7691 is a dense pool of biological waste within the South-Maple campground in Illinois. Despite there being no apparent source, SCP-7691 is constantly increasing in volume at an approximate rate of 500 mililiters per hour. Included within SCP-7691 are samples of: Hair Mucus Dead skin cells Fingernails Toenails Teeth Blood Tears Vomit Pus Urine Feces Semen Smegma1 DNA tests using material from SCP-7691 are generally inconclusive. The tests that were successful identified Travis Grensdale (26 years old, male, hereafter known as POI-7691) as a genetic match. POI-7691 has been reported missing for several months. A kneeling humanoid figure has been detected at the bottom of SCP-7691 via infrared detection. Item-7691's Discovery: Shortly after SCP-7691's discovery, a phone (referred to as Item-7691) was observed to be floating within SCP-7691. Records confirm that Item-7691 previously belonged to POI-7691. So far, no other object of this nature has been discovered within SCP-7691. Recovered data from Item-7691 revealed that POI-7691 had attempted six phone calls to the same number on 9/24/20232, none of which were answered. The number connected to a cell phone that was eventually discovered within the lost and found of a Chicago hotel. While the number had been a contact on POI-7691's phone for several years, the discovered phone had only been activated 9 months prior. It is believed that the individual POI-7691 had been trying to contact had changed numbers since the last time they had communicated. The voicemail recordings have been transcribed below. Recording 1 (received 13:46, 9/24/2023): Aghem Um, h-hey Josh- Coughs Away from phone No, sorry. Hangs up Recording 2 (received 13:58, 9/24/2023): Hey, how's it going? It's, uh, Travis. You remember me, right? I know it's been a while, but we used to talk a lot. I was just thinking about it. Do you ev- no, never mind. It was back in high school. It's been a while. Coughs Remember that time I was talking about the road by my house? It wasn't a highway… well, it still isn't, but it's very, uh, busy anyway, so I was used to seeing roadkill out the car window. But one day it was nice outside, so I went for a walk, and I was walking, and I saw a dead raccoon on the road. Its stomach had ripped open, its guts bloomed out, cloud of bugs, this horrible shade of red, and it stank, it just stank, so I held my nose and kept my distance, but I-I couldn't stop looking, it was like- Swallows Y-you remember. I'm sure you do. The look on your face when I first told you, you probably remember better than I do. I'm sorry, I'm not a psycho, I swear. I'm-it's been ages, and here I am talking to you about a dead raccoon, I'd've hung up already if I were you. Y-you don't have to listen to this, I mean it. I just… I need you to understand what I'm going through here. I need that. Spits My lips are so dry… I was thinking about it-about the raccoon-on the way to the campground. I mean… so the place I work at hosts a few special events each year, and every autumn they rent out a campground for a few days. Everyone at the company is technically invited, but I, I don't usually go, it's mostly office people. B-but this year the only warehouse people who were going had uh… had a spot open in the car. I remember a few things they said during the ride. Bianca was swearing, saying how she "needs that overtime!" Uh, her voice is nasally, that's why I'm talking like that. Yeah, um, Mitch told Brian to pack extra pajamas, and Brian shoved him and laughed. Shaun didn't say much, he was driving, but I think I heard him talking about keeping the place cleaner than we found it. We headed over straight after work, so the sun was setting when we got there. We had a fire pit reserved for us next to the woods, so we lit it up once we'd gotten the tents up and sat round it. Team building, I guess. There were four of us-well, five, me too. We mostly just talked about nothing. They talked about nothing. Brian had brought up some of the newer employees, Bianca calling them lazy, Shaun shrugging. Both wished that Sheila could have come, which… yeah. I'm glad she didn't. Not that I don't like her, it's just… complicated. Anyway Mitch, uh.. Mitch showed me his phone. On the screen were three women in bikinis. He asked me "Which one would you do?" I felt so awkward, I couldn't answer him, because you, because I, uh, ugh- Sneezes, sniffles At that moment the smoke from the fire blew into both of our faces. My eyes were watering, and I… I had to get away. I heard Bianca asking Mitch what he was showing me, and he just coughed and laughed and coughed. I don't know, I just kept going, and I ended up at the edge of the woods. And then I saw something in the distance. It was either that or go back to the fire. Shaun told me to be careful, at least. It was horrible and overgrown, but as I got closer but I realized I was looking at an old outhouse. Really old, wooden and rotted, carpet of moss on the walls, barred from the outside. It obviously hadn't been used for years, the managers of the campground must never have bothered to tear it down. I couldn't imagine what I'd see if I opened it. Not that it would be anything… I mean it's not like I was scared of opening it… I stared at it for a while, but it's… it's not like there'd be anything inside… Clicking sounds Hangs up Recording 3 (received 14:34, 9/24/2023): Hi, it's, uh, me. Y'know, Travis. Sorry I hung up on you. Well, not on you, just I-I-I just needed a minute. Y'know. Sometimes you do. Exhales, rubbing sounds God, I'm tired. Been tired for a while. Not sleeping. I didn't- Gags I didn't sleep well that night. I was sharing a tent with Mitch, and by the time I came back he'd gone to bed. I smelled something off as soon as I got in, just thought it was the tent being old, so I just… tried to go to sleep. I think I was still awake after, like, an hour, maybe more. You'd've thought marching around the woods all night would be enough to wipe me out, but I just… couldn't. The smell was just getting stronger, I-I couldn't ignore it. Eventually I sat up and looked around. Nothing besides the two of us and our camping gear inside, and when I poked my head out it was gone. It was when I turned back that I took a closer look at Mitch, sleeping without covers on. He had an electric lantern, so I turned it on low. It wasn't much, so I had to lean closer and… You know when you wake up in the morning and there's a little bit of crust in the corner of your eye? I could see something like that on Mitch's face, but the crust was the size of… I dunno, a cockroach or something. He'd stained his pillow from drool, too, and I wondered if that was where the smell was coming from. I mean, I suppose it was, like, bad breath in hindsight, maybe Mitch doesn't brush his teeth. I was worried something was wrong with him, like an infection I had as a kid. It was horrible, I'd wake up with so much dried pus on my eyelids I couldn't open them. That's not, uh, anyway, I thought about waking him up before he rolled over onto his side. I leaned back to get out of his face, right before he let out a grunt, and I could see a… a stain in his pants. It was weird, I was just… embarrassed for him. Standing over him, stinking like a sewer, just… lying there. In, uh, in himself. I looked at his face again and decided, he wasn't in any danger, he could clean himself up in the morning, I couldn't just wake him up for nothing, and make him see-well, imagine him being there, being like that, and then seeing me, seeing him, like… that. I can't imagine, like, if I'd been him, and you'd been me, and you were standing there, just sort of… taking me in. I don't know him that well Josh, I-I-I couldn't think about touching him. I know you would've sat on him until he got up and cleaned up but I… I'm not you Josh. S-so, uh, I lay back down and pulled my sleeping bag over my head to block the smell. What else could I do, Josh? It wasn't my problem, it… ugh my damn- Groans, rubbing sounds Hangs up Recording 4 (received 15:13, 9/24/2023): Hey, Josh. Me again. You probably guessed that, there probably aren't many people leaving you voicemails these days. I thought, I thought, maybe you'd… I don't know if you're listening to all this. You might have already hung up and I'd never know. That's… Coughs, wheezes Urgh… That's okay. That's your choice, it's up to you. I'll understand. I woke up the next morning with a headache, and scratched my arm. Mitch had already gone, but the smell was still there, but not as bad. While I changed I stepped on his pillow by mistake, and it was soaked through. Sniffles It wasn't 'til I left the tent I realized I must have gotten poison ivy from the woods last night, because my forearm was burning. I wanted to… I know you're not supposed to but I really wanted to scratch it. To just dig my nails in and just rip it out, clean free. I didn't though, of course I didn't. I resisted. I mean it's not that bad either way or-Ow Scratching sounds Shaun had brought a bag of toiletries with all kinds of supplies, but I didn't know where it was, and there was no-one around I could ask, I mean no-one I felt comfortable asking because it's, you know, I mean… Anyway I went to the shower house, figured some cold water would give me some relief. As I got close, a man with a nice watch and wet hair came out of the building. He was clean, he'd obviously just cleaned up, but he smelled absolutely awful. How could someone who looked so clean smell so, just, ugh- Retches B-b-but behind him was Shaun, who must have been showering too since he had his bag with him. I mean his hair couldn't have been wet since he was bald… Both looked at me, they looked worried, but when I gestured to my arm and explained, Shaun unzipped a pocket on his bag straight away, and the two guys gave each other a smile and a nod before the other guy walked off. I think he was an executive or something As I applied Shaun's anti-itch cream he asked "Finally up, huh?" And I nodded. He asked if I'd had something to eat and mentioned the brunch might still be going on. I told him I'd rather wait until my arm feels better. Then he asked if I was ready for the cornhole competition. I told him I'd rather not go. And then he asked "Travis, you didn't come up here just to sit in your tent all day, did you?" I- Swallows I didn't have an answer. He carried on, "Well, it's up to you after all, but-" and went on to tell me honestly that if I wanted to move up in the company I just had to socialize more, and called me a hard worker and well-spoken, and it felt nice that he was worried and was talking to me, but when I handed him back his anti-itch cream I finally noticed how hairy he was. Out of the sleeves of his button-up shirt and the legs of his jeans, so much hair from his arms and shins, and as he gripped the tube a few strands brushed against my palm and wrist, Josh it was… it was so greasy. Thankfully Shaun didn't seem to notice anything was up, because at that moment Bianca came around the corner and called his name. She and Brian, he was right behind her, they were looking at me, they were staring, so I tried to pull myself together and gestured to my rash. Bianca mumbled "Jesus" and went back to looking at Shaun again, Brian nodded and carried on to his tent, I don't know what for. Bianca, clicking her nails, said "I know you were wondering about Sheila, so I wanted to tell you I got a call from her. She told me that-" Over his shoulder… Clicking sounds Brian shouted "I think you mean it." Bianca waved her arm at him, sneered. Right after that she sneezed, only barely covered her mouth. Shaun laughed, either at Bianca or with Brian, not sure, I could only see the dead skin on his dry lips, and Brian really laughed, in the way I'd always liked, but with spittle flying from the back of his throat, I swear to God I could feel it hit me in the face, then one of his teeth tumbled out of his mouth, Bianca wiping mucus and blood that was dripping from her nose and I was smelling and feeling all of this and everything was wrong and I had to get to the bathroom and lock the stall door without looking back. Spits Bianca called after me. "You sure you're alright?" I even heard Brian shout "If you want a ride home I can give you one, dude." I shouted that I hadn't gone since the day before. Which was true. Whenever I had the small urge I held it in. I didn't even want them to, like, see me slip into the bathroom. There was something embarrassing about it. I can't even stand urinals, it always splashes and drips. I mean I didn't have a real urge right then anyway so- Sighs I can hear you Josh. Just-they're good people. They are. You don't know what they've done for me. I can't hate them like you would. What do you want me to do, punch them? Lecture them? Is that what you want? Just shut up, you were always so-I can't, there's no- I-agh- Sounds of excretion Sobs Hangs up Recording 5 (received 16:29, 9/24/2023): I'm sorry Josh. I'm sorry. Not just for blowing up on my last call, but… well… you remember that party right? You know, the… It was the end of summer before senior year. I only showed up since that was- since that night I couldn't stand to be alone, but I ran out of things to say straight away and I hated, just hated, just standing there in the crowd like that. So I ran off to hide in the bathroom like usual and you, you… were using it. I remember you laughed. I remember we talked for a while like that, away from the crowd. We spent time together every lunch period senior year, and I'm happy for every second of that, every second you got me out of church, but… I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like that. Whenever I think of you I think of looking like an idiot. I can't go back and fix it. I wish I could beat it out of myself. Sounds of rubbing You need to remember you're absolutely perfect. There's nothing wrong with you. Not like these people. You're right about them. Or would be, I mean. They're… disgusting. I kept dwelling on you around the campfire that second night. I had to distract myself from the way Brian's vomit had completely covered his beard, how it leaked from his naval. Bianca's sneezing cracking her face open as her nose exploded, hanging off in pieces, a slimy red patch on her face. The hair of Shaun's eyebrows and eyelashes hanging so low it almost brushed the fire. Mitch with dribble and cum coating his legs, down to his socks. Everyone laughing. Everyone having fun. How were they having fun? You wouldn't have stood for it. You'd've walked right in there, flipping tables, telling everyone where to go. Not me though. I just sat there, listening to Bianca still clicking her nails… I didn't realize how much that had been irritating me until she stopped doing it. She wasn't sitting next to me any more. I turned around. Her nails were long enough to scrape the ground, there was grit under every single one of them. She'd gone towards the clearing, and it was so dark I could barely see her, but I could still make out her lighter, just an orange dot in the nothingness. Behind me I heard someone say "I hear she's made it down to less than a pack a day." And someone else said "The first step to solving a problem…" As she came back I could see her still playing with her nails and… and one by one they broke off. By the time she sat back down her nails were all short and clean. She said "I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to on the trip," and Shaun said "It's alright, just don't do it again. I can hold the pack if you want," and Mitch and Brian looked at each other like they, like they cared, which seemed so… I never expected them to… I looked at the nails on the ground and wondered what had changed. I just… . Clicking sounds I don't get it, I… Sniffles Hangs up Recording 6 (received 17:08, 9/24/2023): Hi. When I woke up this morning, I realized I had shit myself in my sleeping bag. It was strange, because Mitch had suggested sleeping outside. It was going to be a perfect night. But my sleeping bag, my feces, and the ground around me was wet, so it must have rained out. I laid there until I heard a whistle. I lifted my head and saw everyone was almost done loading up the car. Brian was trying to get me up so I could join them. As I changed I could see that everyone had cleaned up in preparation to leave. They all had gotten in and were waiting for me. But I wasn't coming. I walked up and I said "I'm going to walk home." Everyone stared at me. It was a half-hour drive, but it was a three hour walk. Bianca and Mitch were shocked, so I told them it was a nice day out. Plus, it was a Sunday. I could take as much time as I wanted. I don't know what I would've said if neither of these things were true. They kept asking "Are you sure?" over and over again, all of them, in a thousand different ways, and I kept saying "Yes, yes, I'm sure, I'm sure." They didn't stop until Brian insisted on taking my suitcase and sleeping bag back. It's been a nice day, but it's windy, so my sleeping bag had dried by then. It wouldn't stain anything3. Bianca reached out the window and patted me on the shoulder. Mitch said "Stay safe." And they left. I didn't want to be trapped in the car with the smell. Swallows I was planning on going home, I really was, but I stood there for a while. In front of me was the shower house in the clearing, and behind me was the old outhouse. Far behind me, the forest between us, but I swear I could feel it. And I had a very weird image burst into my head. Of pushing through the poisonous plants and sharp branches again, opening the door, and seeing a dark red rose growing out from the toilet. And I was scared that if I went through that trouble there'd be nothing. No chance of growth. I feel sick. I don't even have the energy to stand. I've tried to go to sleep on the ground, but all I can do is keep my eyes closed. I miss you, Josh. I'm sure you don't feel the same. You stopped listening after the first words out of my mouth the other day, I know you did, you must have higher standards anyway, but I can still feel you right over my shoulder, hear you shout at anyone who shoved you in the hallway, but I never spoke up for you, just as I didn't for Sheila. I hate hearing these things, hate touching them, but I can't do anything, Josh, I can't, I'm not you, I just look the other way, and maybe it won't happen again, and I know it's disgusting, and you'd be sick of me, but… we all do it right? W-we all have this shit inside of us, it's not just me, it's all of us, not you, of course, but you're perfect. These things don't exist in you, they never come out, not like these fu… no, I'm holding it in. It's people. I love people. I swear, God, please, I don't want to be alone, there's nothing wrong with that, there's nothing wrong with… oh, God I can't see! Sound of branches snapping, footsteps, heavy breathing, coughing, retching, grunts of pain. Connection Lost Footnotes 1. Shed skin cells and body oils from the genital area. 2. This is the date when POI-7691 was last seen. 3. POI-7691's coworkers noticed his feces a short time after they had left due to the odor. This is the only abnormal event they reported occurring during their trip. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7691" by LittleFieryOne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7691. Licensed under CC-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-7693 | esoteric-class | [[iftags +component]] This is a component to make the mobile sidebar button active on desktop-size screen. To use, put the following: [[include :scp-wiki:component:toggle-sidebar]] If used with a theme, it's recommended to put said theme after this [[include]]. 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Hope you enjoy! By ParallelPotatoes Item#: 7693 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7693 is currently uncontained due to its effect on all known cows. Please see Addendum-2 for proposed containment procedures. Class-μ amnestics1 have been approved for widescale use to hide the effects of SCP-7693 until a permanent solution is reached. Cow silenced by SCP-7693 Description: SCP-7693 is the inability for all cows to be able to vocalize. Whenever a cow attempts this, a random anomalous effect will occur instead of noise being produced. This effect will vary and is difficult to predict, but a few outcomes have been noted to occur more often than others. A few common effects include: A piece of paper with the word "moo" written on it appears on top of the cow's head. Persons near the cow smell the word "moo". The word "moo" is formed out of clouds in the sky. Persons near the cow say the word "moo" themselves. This often causes confusion, as they are not cows. Addendum 1: Notable SCP-7693 Events The following is a list of unique SCP-7693 effects that caused a notable disturbance in the veil before amnestics were applied to those involved. While each of these events have not occurred more than once, they have been recorded in order to help facilitate the development of bovine countermeasures in the proposed containment procedures. Effect: Approximately one hundred cows manifested in the sky above a cow that attempted to vocalize. Additional Notes: Despite the weight of the cows, each cow did negligible damage upon falling to the ground and none were injured. Witnesses compared the event to a "light and pleasant rain" prior to the application of amnestics. Effect: Politicians employed at all human governments were temporarily replaced by cows for a period of thirty minutes due to SCP-7693. Additional Notes: Many governments continued on as normal during the interruption, as the cows had a surprising amount of intelligence and talent for governmental operations despite their inability to make noise. However, many countries passed significant amounts of milk-related legislation during the event. Effect: A cow one-tenth the size of a standard cow manifested near the cow that originally attempted to vocalize. When this cow attempted to vocalize, a cow one-hundredth the size of a standard cow manifested. This pattern continued until a cow the size of a cubic Planck length manifested. Additional Notes: Quantum physicists employed at the Foundation made significant discoveries by studying the final cow. Several papers were published about a subatomic particle titled the "Higgs Bovine". Addendum 2: Proposed Containment Procedures The following addendum lists proposed containment procedures for SCP-7693 and their reasons for rejection from official adoption. Due to the threat to the veil that SCP-7693 poses, finding effective containment procedures are considered a top priority. Proposed Containment Procedures: Underground containment barns are to be installed at all major Foundation sites to house the anomalous cows. Reason for Rejection: While construction of the barns was underway, an SCP-7693 event caused several nuclear warheads with the word "moo" painted on them to manifest in the barn's locations. It is believed that this was a warning from the cows, and further progress with this containment method would result in further consequences. Proposed Containment Procedure: Miniature Scranton Reality Anchors are to be implanted into cows to counteract the anomalous effects of SCP-7693. Reason for Rejection: It is well documented that even before the appearance of SCP-7693, SRAs have been unable to function around cows. The prevailing theory for this effect is that cows have a natural immunity to reality. Proposed Containment Procedure: All cows are to be sent to a habitable planet in another solar system using anomalous space-faring technology. Reason for Rejection: All habitable planets have been transformed into planet-sized cows after an SCP-7693 event. Discussions are still underway as to whether planet-sized cows are habitable for standard-sized cows. Addendum 3: Incident-7693 Three weeks after the initial appearance of SCP-7693, an SCP-7693 event caused a USB port to appear on a cow. Upon being plugged into a computer, two files appeared. The first file was titled "MooPlus.txt" and contained the following: Hello, and thank you for using MooPlus: The Alternate Mooing mod! Are you tired of your boring old moos? Do you want to spice up your life? This is the mod for you! Simply download it on your cow species, wiggle a cow, chant the activation sequence, and watch the magic happen! Please note that CowCuber69, the creator of this mod, is not responsible for any milk-related damages that occur from the use of this mod. The second file was titled "uninstall.exe". Upon running this file, most anomalous effects from SCP-7693 ceased. The only remaining anomalous effect is that cows are still unable to vocalize. Revised containment procedures have been created with the goal to reinforce the public belief that cows have never been able to vocalize, and all recorded instances of cow vocalization are fictional. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7693" by ParallelPotatoes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7693. Licensed under CC-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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Hope you enjoy! By ParallelPotatoes Item#: 7693 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7693 is currently uncontained due to its effect on all known cows. Please see Addendum-2 for proposed containment procedures. Class-μ amnestics1 have been approved for widescale use to hide the effects of SCP-7693 until a permanent solution is reached. Cow silenced by SCP-7693 Description: SCP-7693 is the inability for all cows to be able to vocalize. Whenever a cow attempts this, a random anomalous effect will occur instead of noise being produced. This effect will vary and is difficult to predict, but a few outcomes have been noted to occur more often than others. A few common effects include: A piece of paper with the word "moo" written on it appears on top of the cow's head. Persons near the cow smell the word "moo". The word "moo" is formed out of clouds in the sky. Persons near the cow say the word "moo" themselves. This often causes confusion, as they are not cows. Addendum 1: Notable SCP-7693 Events The following is a list of unique SCP-7693 effects that caused a notable disturbance in the veil before amnestics were applied to those involved. While each of these events have not occurred more than once, they have been recorded in order to help facilitate the development of bovine countermeasures in the proposed containment procedures. Effect: Approximately one hundred cows manifested in the sky above a cow that attempted to vocalize. Additional Notes: Despite the weight of the cows, each cow did negligible damage upon falling to the ground and none were injured. Witnesses compared the event to a "light and pleasant rain" prior to the application of amnestics. Effect: Politicians employed at all human governments were temporarily replaced by cows for a period of thirty minutes due to SCP-7693. Additional Notes: Many governments continued on as normal during the interruption, as the cows had a surprising amount of intelligence and talent for governmental operations despite their inability to make noise. However, many countries passed significant amounts of milk-related legislation during the event. Effect: A cow one-tenth the size of a standard cow manifested near the cow that originally attempted to vocalize. When this cow attempted to vocalize, a cow one-hundredth the size of a standard cow manifested. This pattern continued until a cow the size of a cubic Planck length manifested. Additional Notes: Quantum physicists employed at the Foundation made significant discoveries by studying the final cow. Several papers were published about a subatomic particle titled the "Higgs Bovine". Addendum 2: Proposed Containment Procedures The following addendum lists proposed containment procedures for SCP-7693 and their reasons for rejection from official adoption. Due to the threat to the veil that SCP-7693 poses, finding effective containment procedures are considered a top priority. Proposed Containment Procedures: Underground containment barns are to be installed at all major Foundation sites to house the anomalous cows. Reason for Rejection: While construction of the barns was underway, an SCP-7693 event caused several nuclear warheads with the word "moo" painted on them to manifest in the barn's locations. It is believed that this was a warning from the cows, and further progress with this containment method would result in further consequences. Proposed Containment Procedure: Miniature Scranton Reality Anchors are to be implanted into cows to counteract the anomalous effects of SCP-7693. Reason for Rejection: It is well documented that even before the appearance of SCP-7693, SRAs have been unable to function around cows. The prevailing theory for this effect is that cows have a natural immunity to reality. Proposed Containment Procedure: All cows are to be sent to a habitable planet in another solar system using anomalous space-faring technology. Reason for Rejection: All habitable planets have been transformed into planet-sized cows after an SCP-7693 event. Discussions are still underway as to whether planet-sized cows are habitable for standard-sized cows. Addendum 3: Incident-7693 Three weeks after the initial appearance of SCP-7693, an SCP-7693 event caused a USB port to appear on a cow. Upon being plugged into a computer, two files appeared. The first file was titled "MooPlus.txt" and contained the following: Hello, and thank you for using MooPlus: The Alternate Mooing mod! Are you tired of your boring old moos? Do you want to spice up your life? This is the mod for you! Simply download it on your cow species, wiggle a cow, chant the activation sequence, and watch the magic happen! Please note that CowCuber69, the creator of this mod, is not responsible for any milk-related damages that occur from the use of this mod. The second file was titled "uninstall.exe". Upon running this file, most anomalous effects from SCP-7693 ceased. The only remaining anomalous effect is that cows are still unable to vocalize. Revised containment procedures have been created with the goal to reinforce the public belief that cows have never been able to vocalize, and all recorded instances of cow vocalization are fictional. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7693" by ParallelPotatoes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7693. Licensed under CC-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-7695 | safe | Item #: SCP-7695 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7695 is to be placed in Site-99's Low Containment Security C-Wing. Requests for experimentation with SCP-7695 are to be filed with the Site Director, with test subjects to number no more than ten persons (either as players or SCP-7695-1 instances). Description: SCP-7695 is a collection of twenty seven brass instruments manufactured sometime in the early to mid 1870s. This collection has ten drums (half snare, half bass), nine cornets, four Saxhorns, two fiddles and two bugle horns. Each one has a five sided insignia, similar in design to a Maltese cross, crudely pressed into the material. When SCP-7695 is played together in close proximity, all individuals a twenty to eighty square kilometer radius, will disappear and rematerialize in another area disconnected from baseline reality. This area will often resemble its state between 1861-1865. Excepting SCP-7695's players, all individuals in this area will become instances of SCP-7695-1. SCP-7695-1 instances are similar to their baseline counterparts in personality, but typically dress in era appropriate attire, and often lack memories of their prior life. Upon SCP-7695's activation, SCP-7695-1 instances will relocate to several camps, and begin organizing themselves into one of five separate regiments active during the American Civil War: 2nd Wisconsin, 6th Wisconsin, 7th Wisconsin, 19th Indiana, and 24th Michigan.1 This entails the election of officers among SCP-7695, basic training, the sewing of regimental flags, and procurement of firearms, all of which will take no less than a day. When this is accomplished, a battle occurs with SCP-7695-2. SCP-7695-2 is the collective designation of a group of highly aggressive gray-skinned humanoids, typically between one to two meters tall. Universally, SCP-7695-2 instances are afflicted with various mutilations of the body, although the origin of these injuries is unknown. When SCP-7695-1 finishes its organization, SCP-7695-2 will attack, which will be signaled by the production of a loud, high pitched scream produced by an SCP-7695-2 instance. This assault will only cease upon either: 1) SCP-7695-2 instances have been entirely eliminated, or 2) SCP-7695-1 instances suffer at least a 85% casualty rate. With either of these criteria met, SCP-7695 related phenomena will cease, causing living SCP-7695-1 instances to rematerialize in their prior locations, lacking knowledge of their past acts. SCP-7695 was discovered on January 7th, 1876, following its activation in the town of Belling, Indiana the day prior, with only twenty percent of its pre-activation population surviving. Shortly after this, the American Secure Containment Initiative was contacted, who quickly discovered SCP-7695 and its effects with the help of local Franklin Drew, the sole survivor of the local Sheffield Military Academy. After initial containment was confirmed and amnestics applied to survivors, a cover story of a yellow fever outbreak in Belling was distributed to local authorities and the media. SCP-7695 was found in the choir room of the Sheffield Military Academy, alongside the rest of Sheffield's class of 1876 and the Academy's founder, Anthony Sheffield. Sheffield, a former officer of the 6th Wisconsin, was found clutching his medal of honor, presented to him on October 9th 1864 by President Lincoln. Addendum-7695.I — Recovered Documents Following an interview with Franklin Drew of Sheffield Military Academy, the American Secure Containment Initiative was informed that SCP-7695 had been in possession of Sheffield's commandant and founder, Anthony Sheffield. Drew alleged that SCP-7695 had been procured by Sheffield for purposes unknown to himself. While SCP-7695 was being discovered, ASCI agents raided Sheffield's home and office in the Academy. Several documents related to Sheffield and SCP-7695 have been reproduced below in full below. The weather was acceptable, mild rain only. The boys were doing their marching when the man from the town over came to see me. He came in smiling, arms wide and happy. I greeted him coldly, before he presented to me his medal to me, and he came to me, whispering, that we had fought in the Overland campaign together. Sgt. William Mitchel of the 2nd Wisconsin,2 at my service. I waited to see what he wanted. Always have time for a fellow soldier. He said that he could help me with my boys. Little over two dozen instruments, fashioned for our Brigade but never finished before the war's end, entered the Sergeant's possession. Syncope Artisans, he said, was one of the highest quality producers of instruments available to the soldiers of the United States. When I asked of price, he said he'd manage it. I thanked him. I think I'll use them for the ceremony. It's only a year away. I played with the drum by myself as the boys marched in unison lockstep outside, and I could feel myself back then, in the fields, and I had to stop, lest I feel myself fall into it, letting myself get lost in the memories. Even so, I quickly continued after a quick rest. They are high quality, as the Sergeant had promised. That night I slept thinking of the pounding of hooves and ripping of cartridge packs and whistling soaring harmonious soft explosions in the distance. I think they'll do well for their graduation. When I play I remember the sensations of yesterday, echoing throughout eternity and back into the Now. Even touching them brings to the fore ancient knowledge that buried itself deep into the chords of my soul. Knowing, remembering, returning to those sacred years, the years that repeat, on, on, on, even now, reverberating to me now, and into the vibrations of sound, spreading I forgot what I had forgotten and I missed it They raised the Statue yesterday3 I stood there with Mayor Bulworth and felt hollow as I looked at the boys below us, staring, watching, observing, worshipping, eyes in love with the man on horseback and feeling nothing as the militiamen fired into the air to tell the world that it was over and that they could go Home The Mayor said the boys were a good influence on me and yet the only thing I could feel was the broken spirals in my head expanding against the top of my skull jutting out of the Then into the Now They're good boys the Mayor said, and I nodded, remembering us on the fields then, the idiot smiles on our faces, wild for battle and ready to kill and hurt and scream and bleed and flail and terrified and They're good boys. They're good boys. They're good boys. We were good boys too My boys were in the choir room and we were singing when I had raised to dismiss them when the young asked What was it like to fight? It felt good I said, wishing I was wrong, no longer in the Now but the Then as the ringing echoed inside my skull and into everything everything everything What was it like to fight the Rebs? they called to me, smiling, eyes glinting, congregating, two dozen boys turned into thousands of men staring at me, staring on the field, barking, screaming, wailing, and I missed it, missed the harmony of rank and beats of marching and whistling of shells, wishing I didn't, wishing I was back Before, back Home They will never let me go because there is something broken inside of me broken broken broken down to the base of my soul for god did not intend man to do the things we did to each other and to the ones we love and to the ones we hate and we knew this and went forward into the breach into the broken lines into the mud and the shit and The boys left happy and full of knowledge and excitation at the thought of killing The Then that was Then is still Now. I know that It echos throughout eternity and it pulls me back into it because nothing is after it and nothing was before it, those days and years that sucked everything out of us and spat us out after it was done with us, I cannot forget, I cannot go back, I cannot go forward, there is only then, then, then, forever Harmony rings Harmony rings Harmony rings I can feel my heart beat to the sound of the guns tap tap tap silence, silence, silence TAP TAP TAP Harmony Harmony Harmony I miss it I miss when things used to make sense The flower of youth trembles forward, time moving even as we remain waiting to die, on, on on, only glimpsing past hushed whispers and fanciful yarns of the Truth, and as they grow they will forget us, forget the living dead, and throw themselves once again on the pyre, willingly, lovingly, wrapped in the stars, even as they scream, scream, scream They simply cannot know They must SEE Addendum-7695.II — Drew's Testimony The following is an excerpt from Franklin Drew's written testimony of SCP-7695's activation. […] We played Old Glory, and the world began to shift and turn and twist. I saw the sun bleed in through the walls as if they were but curtains. And suddenly I realize that we are not in the choir room at all but in the fields outside, and that the buildings and the flat ground has been replaced by the overbrush and trees and wild nature spreading forth everywhere. The Colonel looked at us and told us, smiling, that we were 'there.' […] We marched until we saw the first sign of camp. I could not believe what I was seeing, and if the rest of my comrades had not, I would have believed I was dead. Belling's citizens were in blue coats and pants and holding Springfields and wore stern faces. Even the women were there. Even the children, not much older than twelve. 'We are here,' the Colonel told us, approvingly. 'It's just like it had been.' […] We spent a day there. The camp was like he had described to us: the mass of humanity that congregated as tiny civilizations in these camps. Men tightly packed into tents, the few who were lucky enough to have them, and those who could not make it, slept outside. The Colonel told us that we were to not sleep in tents; he had done no such thing in the war, and, he said, if it was good for him, it was good for us. I slept on the ground in the grass, even as the Colonel told us to keep an ear out, for the Rebs could be out. My comrades and I rolled our eyes at this paranoia. We shouldn't have. […] I heard it in the morning. I awoke to the sound of a horrible, undulating cry that echoed around me. I felt myself being shook, as the Colonel looked down at me, and screamed at me to wake up. I saw into his eyes, and I saw fear - the first time I had seen such at thing before. Despite that, he was smiling. I think that scared me more. […] We line up in the fields below the camp. Large lines of men and women in uniform stood across from these gray massed hoards. They were thin and walked as if they were in pain. They said nothing; they simply continued to wail and screech, flailing their arms and guns and swords around as they marched slowly towards us. The commander - I did not see him, but I believe him to be Mayor Bulworth - gave the brigade the orders to fire. The Colonel gave the bugle call, and, as we joined him in unison, playing John Brown, I heard the explosion of gunfire. I saw the first wave of monsters fall, clutching their chests. They fell without grace, without purpose. They just sat there, crawling. Sometimes they just collapsed, and did nothing. And yet they still came. Another order was given to fire. This time, I felt the booming of artillery behind us. The screaming continued. Everyone was shouting, most of all the Colonel, who told us to keep playing. We did so. I beat the drums as hard as I could, beating in conjunction with the sound of the pounding of the guns behind us. Ringing in my ear continued. They kept coming. The pounding in my ear joined with them marching. I could see their faces now. They had wide grins, no eyes, and kept wailing. And then the first wave clashed into our skirmishers a couple hundred feet ahead, and I stopped playing as I stared. There was no fighting like I imagined in my mind. None of the horse charges, none of the battle cries, nothing. Just people clashing, a melee of hundreds that drew more men and women closer to the front as they tried, I presume, to help their comrades. In those moments I saw a dozen acts that I can not help but say as they were, as they happened: a gray-thing thrusting a knife into the head of a woman; a gray-thing on the ground, hands raised in fear as a man thrusted his bayonet down into it; a man hesitating to shoot before he is shot in turn; an explosion that threw dust up, bringing a dozen bodies to the ground, screaming; a running man shot in the back by a gray-thing; on and on and on, the little acts collected together, and I began to scream. The Colonel, hearing me, grabbed me by my hair, and began to drag me away from the front. I screamed still, the sensation of terror gripping me, consuming me. Even when I felt myself being hit and slapped, I could not control myself, and it was only when I felt something hard hit against my head and the world went black that I could relax. […] I woke up hours later, under a tree. The Colonel was there, staring into the distance. I looked with him; the camp was deserted. Bodies littered the ground. Off in the distance I could hear moaning. I heard a voice cry for water. When I looked to the voice, I saw a figure in the distance, crawling, waving a sole hand in the air. The other lay limp beside it, cut off at the elbow. 'All dead,' the Colonel said, tired. 'The line didn't hold.' He wheezed. When I asked about the others, he said they died. 'I was dragging you back when they all got hit. Artillery shell. Gruesome.' He spoke coldly. 'To where?' I asked, pointlessly. 'I don't know. They never told me where they go after they die.' He laughed humorlessly, and coughed blood into his hands. 'I got shot,' he added, as if it was normal. I asked what was going to happen to us. To the ones left. 'I don't know. I've already gave you what I could. You've graduated with flying colors.' He smiled, and I saw his eyes roll back into his head, and then everything was gone, and I was back in the choir room. My classmates lay dead in their chairs, gripping their instruments. After Mr. Drew was determined to not be permanently affected by SCP-7695, he was administered amnestics and transferred to the Washington Military Academy and its ASCI affiliated training facility for future integration into their organization. Footnotes 1. These five regiments were organized into the 1st Brigade of the First Division of the I Corps of the Army of the Potomac. They were more famously known as the Iron Brigade due to them sustaining the highest causality rates of any brigade in the Civil War. 2. No individual with this name appears in the muster rolls of the 2nd Wisconsin or the Iron Brigade as a whole; no individual of this name received any other medal in federal service, either. 3. In early 1875, a small metal statue for Belling's veterans of the American Civil War was raised from local funds near the town square. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7695" by Zer0Ne0phyte , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7695. Licensed under CC-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-7696 | safe | Item #: SCP-7696 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7696 is to be stored in a standard Safe-class locker. SCP-7696 is to be contained in Locker 37 of Site-459’s Safe-class storage warehouse. The anomaly is to be sealed in an opaque container. A label explaining the anomaly’s effects is to be attached to the front of the locker, and to be periodically checked to ensure legibility. Description: SCP-7696 is a copy of the August 1986 issue of the erotic magazine ██████. Written in black marker on the magazine's front are the words "OH YEAH BABY". When any of the magazine’s content (including the cover) is read by an individual, they experience a permanent increase in neurotransmitters associated with sexual libido. Individuals affected by 7696 report an increased desire for sexual activity, as well as an increased frequency of sexual thoughts. Addendum 1: Incident 7696-1 While ensuring that no anomalies were damaged in transit after a transfer of several dozen Safe-class anomalies from Site-134 to Site-459, Dr. Ariana Johanssen was accidentally exposed to 7696’s effects. She did not report this incident at the time, and Foundation awareness was only brought to the incident after she submitted several journal entries detailing the effect 7696 had had on her psyche over the course of a day. 1/10/00 It’s six in the morning, and I’m alone in my office. My phone has five missed calls, all from her. I slept two hours last night. I dreamed in those two hours. I woke up from said dream soaked in sweat. I don’t want to write what the dream was about except for that it involved her and that the feeling of nausea was too strong to even think about falling back asleep. I’m thinking about how to tell her how we need to break up. 1/10/00, cont. Dave shook me awake on the breakroom couch at 1 pm. Dipshit that he is he joked about smelling jack on my breath. Asked me two questions and like the idiot that I am I folded and told him everything. He asked me if Melissa knew, and that’s when I started sobbing and begging him not to report it. He locked the door, and just sort of held me for half an hour and told me it was going to be okay. Didn’t really make up for the jack joke but it was nice to have a moment of genuine human contact. And it helped confirm that I’m still not attracted to guys, anomalous mag or not, which is a small mercy to know. 1/10/00, cont II. Dave did make him not reporting the incident contingent on the fact that I Faced The Problem Head-On, which he said in this sort of stern Midwestern fatherly tone that was hard to ignore. By this point I had fifteen missed calls, and he also raised the valid point that she was probably going to file a missing persons report if I let the whole thing go on any longer. I parked outside of our apartment a half-hour later, and just cried in the car for god knows how long. 1/10/00, cont III. I called her from the parking lot. Told her that whatever she did do not look out the window or come down. The idea of actually looking at her is terrifying to me. That’s when it’s really gone for good. The self I’ve built. The identity I clawed from thirty-five years of relentless self-doubt and self-hatred. The identity she showed me was perfectly fine and real and valid to have. Knowing yourself for the first time is a strange sort of happiness. It’s a kind you’ve always glimpsed through broken mirrors and midnight thoughts, but denied yourself because the world told you that just isn’t how you can be and you believed the lie. And now the lie is the truth and I don’t know what to do with myself any more. She was like alright I just want to know you’re safe. And I was like yeah I’m safe don’t worry. I’m safe. And she said I love you. And I said I love you too and hated myself for how I meant it now. 1/10/00, cont IV. Dave rung me. I told him I was at a Motel 6 for the night, and he sighed. He said that if I didn’t call him back from home by eleven he was going to submit his report to the Site Director, and audibly typed for about half a minute before I took his point. God what an asshole he is. Itemized list of Why We Broke Up: 1: Because I was drunk outside her door at 9:32 PM. 2: Because I’d gone radio silent for the past 38 hours and then lied about my reason for going radio silent, and, contingent to that: 3: Because knowing what I work with she was worried and for very good reason. And I’d subjected her to that pain for no good reason. 4: Because I was on a combined 4 hours of sleep and couldn’t think right at all. 5: Because it then just sort of all poured out of me. The thoughts. The god-fucking-awful drive or whatever it is they call it. How when she put her hand on my shoulder it gave me the most terrifying feeling in the world and I just about barreled past her to go hurl. 6: Because then, when she spoke to me as my head hung over the toilet, she asked why I hid this from her. 7: Because, I said, because the reason you love me in the first place is because I’m ace too. Because you helped me find that out about myself. Because you told me that as we sat by a lake in the freezing November cold underneath a blanket that didn’t really do much to help that you could love somebody without liking them like that and that would be what I felt towards you, maybe? 8: Because I do love you like that, I said, between sobs on the cold linoleum of the bathroom’s floor. Because I don’t like you like that even if I got these fucking awful thoughts and feelings now that disgust me and that trust me I would never want to act on, dear god. 9: Because that was who I was now, though. Because I wasn’t myself anymore. Because I wasn’t the person who she loved and because I wasn’t the person that I knew. Itemized list of Why We Stayed Together: 1: Because, she said, bending down on her knees, that didn’t really matter all that much to her. So what if that was who I was now. I was still myself, irregardless of whatever random bullshit may have happened to my neurotransmitters or whatever the fuck. She wasn’t going to leave me just like that. 2: Because you still want to make this work, right? To which I enthusiastically nodded yes. 3: Because we can make it work, then. And even if it doesn’t work out– even if we don’t end up being the perfect pair now– that will be alright. That will be fine. 4: Because I still love you very much. And that’s all that matters. I rung Dave, told him to go fuck himself, and told him that I’d be filing my own report. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7696" by Long Arm Larry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7696. 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SCP-7697 | safe | CHIEF ARCHIVIST NOTICE: THIS ARTICLE IS UNDER REVIEW AND MAY NOT REFLECT ACCURATE INFORMATION CONCERNING SCP-7697. Item#: 7697 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Entrance to the staircase leading to the anomaly during discovery. 7th Regional Office's backyard. Special Containment Procedures: Undercover Foundation personnel must maintain key positions within the Korea Food and Drug Administration (KFDA) to secure the necessary certifications and ensure the continuity of the KFDA 7th Regional Office's activities. Any attempts to restructure the KFDA through political means that could impede the work of the 7th Office are to be actively discouraged. Researchers assigned to the 7th Office are required to replicate uniforms, furnishings, and procedures consistent with those of an actual KFDA office to maintain public perception. Unauthorized individuals discovered within the office premises are to be apprehended and handed over to local law enforcement under the guise of terrorism against a government facility. Update 7697-003: Effective August 1st, 1999, unauthorized individuals found in the vicinity of SCP-7697 are to be held in indefinite quarantine; a false accidental death report must be prepared within 24 hours to minimize local police involvement. For more information, see update 7697-002. Description: SCP-7697 is a spatial anomaly situated in Daegigeun, South Korea, which is apparently connected to a different planet, denominated SCP-7697-2. The portal is connected to the ruins of a large structure called the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing, also referred to as the CORNWELL Lab, and designated as SCP-7697-1. A modest concrete structure located at the back of the warehouse, today disguised as the 7th Regional Police Station, guards access to a narrow staircase that leads to the spatial anomaly. At the time of discovery, the concrete structure was covered in vegetation, graffiti and faded identification marks. The door was also secured with a padlock of unknown origin. Access to the anomaly occurs by crossing a fire door found at the bottom end of the staircase. A small sign reading "Emergency Exit" is affixed to both sides of the fire door. The dilapidated lobby area in the other side of the door is already located on SCP-7697-2. The lobby area is filled with sand and rotting furniture and contains two doors. One, which leads to a decontamination room, believed to be the only means of further progressing into SCP-7697-1, and another which leads to the outside, SCP-7697-2, a barren landscape devoid of any signs of life or structures. Analysis of the night sky above SCP-7697-1 reveals the presence of a distant moon that, although resembling Earth's moon, is adorned with city-like illumination. Furthermore, constellations visible do not correspond to any known stellar formations in the Foundation databanks. Astronomical spectroscopy results are pending1. Attempts to explore the external surroundings of SCP-7697-1 have been impeded by frequent sandstorms. To date, no team has successfully ventured more than 10 miles into the outskirts of the CORNWELL ruins. Likewise, attempts to delve deeper into SCP-7697-1 have been unsuccessful, as the decontamination chamber appears to be automated, and no humans have managed to survive the sanitization process. + Addendum 7697-1: Exploration Log 7697-3 - Close Exploration Log 7697-3 D-5129 died after going through the decontamination process for 19 days. After his death, the computer automatically aborted and announced the sanitization process had failed. The total duration of the process is unknown, as the computer refuses to start without a living being inside the chamber. + Addendum 7697-2: Exploration Progress - Close Exploration Progress Addendum 7697-2: A bomb-disposal robot equipped with an experimental Class-III, Cognizant AI microchip, was granted access after spending [REDACTED] days undergoing the sanitization process of SCP-7697-1. Cameras in the unit showed that, contrasting with the desert surroundings of the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing, the interior of the laboratory, past the decontamination chamber, was a vibrant collection of plants and fungi. The tiles, clearly visible in the ruined reception, are now covered with roots, mud, and heavy vegetation. The rug terrain immediately after leaving the chamber, paired with the low batteries in the unit, hampered further exploration by the robot. However, the unit enageged Plan B and overrode the doors from the inside. After recovering the robot, several items were found partially buried next to the door, along with what's believed to be skeletal remains. Among the items recovered were two magnetic tapes, designated as Addendum 7697-3 and Addendum 7697-4. + Addendum 7697-3: Recovered Emails - Close RECOVERED: Emails Backup Addendum 7697-3: The first magnetic tape contains backups of emails involving one of the lab researchers in the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing. The following is the most intact collection of emails from the sender. External Drive: æò×GÕYpjÕè!ùïz †¼S1ñêy?Z We can talk again We lost Erikson No news, just failure Are you safe? No subject To: [encrypted] From: [encrypted] My Dearest Orion, As the days drag on this sea of gray, I find myself engulfed in a sea of nostalgia. I remember the day I received that letter, how I couldn’t believe that I was among the chosen to participate in the new CORNWELL Lab project. The excitement that coursed through my veins, the hope that filled my heart… It seems like a lifetime ago. But now, my rock, I feel weighted down by the burden of my own conscience. The sacrifices we make, the lives we tread upon in the name of progress… it takes its toll. I find it increasingly difficult to keep my resolve intact. The weight of guilt and complicity threatens to crush me, and I wonder if I have become a mere cog in this monstrous machine. It doesn’t help that I feel like a prisoner now, confined to this labyrinth of a lab. I miss your daily visits, I miss being able to go outside and have the sunshine on me, to see the sky and lightened moon. And with each day, what I miss the most is your face, your touch. Orion, I draw strength from the memories we share, from the love that binds us. You are my lifeboat in this sea of grey, which has done everything but enhance my wellbeing. Whenever you have access to a terminal, please let me know how you are, how everyone is, how the outside is. Yours forever, Luna To: [encrypted] From: [encrypted] My Dearest Orion, It pains me to share the disturbing events that unfolded today. Earlier today, one of the scientists here, Dr. Erikson, sought to speak with his partner, who, like many so far, had been reassigned out of the CORNWELL. He, too, had lost all contact with her and grew concerned for her well-being. However, the project directors callously denied his request, offering no explanation. But Erikson persisted… and in his desperate insistence, the guards left him bruised, bloodied, and senseless. I've heard that he, too, has been reassigned. Whenever they send us back to our rooms, I stand by my barred window, gazing out at the world beyond, hoping to catch a glimpse of any familiar face, but all I see are the cars in the lot, covered in heavy dust. It fills me with dreadful uncertainty, wondering if anyone has truly been reassigned. My rock, I beg you to stay vigilant and know that my love for you remains steadfast, and I am forever bound to you, no matter the distance that separates us. Yours forever. Luna To: [encrypted] From: [encrypted] My Dearest Orion, It has been a month since I last heard from you, and the silence weighs heavily upon my heart. I write to you under the cover of darkness, my tired eyes struggling to stay open. Our breaks and sleep hours have been ruthlessly cut short, our food rations reduced to a mere sustenance, and the walls around us seem to close in tighter each passing day. I yearn for the day when I can leave this place behind and find solace in your arms. Are you safe on the outside, my love? How fares the world beyond these cold walls? Today, yet another experiment met with failure. The bitter taste of disappointment lingers on my tongue, mingling with the acrid stench of the dark-grown food that has proven poisonous. It's disheartening, and I can't help but feel as if God Himself is hindering our progress. We have all the resources and wealth in the world, yet we still can't find a solution to this crisis. Whispers swirl through the corridors, carrying tales of unspeakable acts committed by those toiling at the lower levels. They say they work with a machine that can bend space… It's hard to know what's true and what isn't. Do you believe in monsters, my rock? I'm starting to believe we work for them. It is a haunting notion that perhaps the divine wrath we face is a consequence of their transgressions against the very laws of nature. I cannot help but question if there is a higher power at play and if we are being punished for our hubris? Please, my love, if you can, find a way to reach out to me again. Tell me that you are safe. Yours forever, Luna To: [encrypted] From: [encrypted] Orion, It's been too long and I'm getting worried. Are you okay? Have the extra rations arrived? I miss you so much. I wish I could leave this place and see you again. I need to hear your voice, to know you're alright. Please find a way to respond. Yours forever, Luna To: [encrypted] From: [encrypted] My Rock, I don't know if you'll ever receive this message, but I have to write it anyway. I'm on the brink of despair, and I want you to know the truth. The deadline we so fervently worked towards, believing we had the power to alter the course of destiny, slipped through our fingers like grains of sand and we didn't even notice until it was too late. By the time we opened our eyes, we realized we were lured into devoting our efforts to nourishing the colony, the privileged bastards who had secured their place among the stars. I remember the day they promised those emergency rations, you could hear the cheers from inside the lab. To think it was all part of their twisted machinations, it makes me sick to remember the glimmer of hope in your eyes. You never got any rations did you, Orion? That’s why they closed us out. To keep us ignorant of the truth while we labored in vain. Just a ploy to stave off revolt and let those that would not have accepted the truth grow weaker and frail, until they could not raise their arms to the skies anymore. And the calculations… God, the calculations. They screwed us up from the start, doing everything to hide the fact we were working with damn colony soil. Anyone competent knows their chemistry was a different beast. Yet another layer in this grand tapestry of bullshit and incompetence. Kencove was the first to tell them to go to hell, that he would not go back to work. Those who joined him are now in a collaborative pool of their own blood. Everything feels broken, I’m exhausted, drained… scared. I can't help but ask myself, "Are you dead, Orion?" I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again, never holding you close. My heart aches for the innocence we just lost. The pain of your absence is unbearable, and it weighs heavily upon my soul. If you're out there, if by some miracle you receive this message, please let me know. I need to know if you're still alive, if there's a flicker of hope left in this desolate place. Yours, forever shattered, Luna. + Addendum 7697-4: Recovered Records - Close RECOVERED: Experiment Records Addendum 7697-4: The second magnetic tape contains extensive documentation related to experiments conducted on crops and subjects, but most of the data has been corrupted. The following is the most intact section of the logs. External Drive: ÇD1XQ(àì}À†:j\žorK¹G+ Experiment 33 Experiment 54 Experiment 135 Experiment 183 Objective: Assess the efficacy of CR-12B crystals in aiding the cultivation of plants in near-darkness conditions. Description: [DATA CORRUPTED] Results: Initial observations were promising, with the CR-12B-affected produce exhibiting a peculiar luminescent quality. Crops displayed vibrant colors and enhanced aroma, but subjects reported increasing discomfort, with some experiencing vivid hallucinations, relentless nightmares, and severe psychological trauma days after testing ended. Conclusion: Further experimentation is required to mitigate the adverse effects on consumers. Objective: Determine the effects of Ibierbol-7 crystal on food growth in harsh environments. Description: Gel-like substance with luminescent trails. It emits a high-pitched sound when in containment. Results: Initial observations were positive. However, crops started to exhibit an accelerated lifecycle, rapidly maturing, and entering a state of decay. Consuming the crops during the short stage of maturity led to rapid weight loss, severe muscular atrophy, and dermal abnormalities characterized by oozing lesions and necrotic tissue. Conclusion: Enhanced plant growth resulted in rapid but biologically compromised crops. Ibierbol-7 poses substantial risks to health, leading to severe gastrointestinal distress and rapid cellular degradation. Objective: Restoring dead tissue though the use of [Redacted]. [File Locked] Supervisor Note: Due to the sensitive and potentially hazardous nature of the findings, all samples of [Redacted] are to be disposed of. Details of Experiment 135 are classified under "Commissariat's Eyes Only". Objective: To investigate the complete assimilation of subjects by the fungi Yumdone. Results: Subjects exhibited rapid fungal overgrowth throughout their bodies, causing pain and temporary loss of motor control. Assimilated subjects displayed aggressive and erratic behavior, often lashing out at others, before descending into a mindless state. Conclusion: Rapid deterioration of physical and mental health outweighed the initial benefits of finding nutritional value in dead crops. Subjects presented no trace of consciousness, and became poisonous to the touch. It randomly wanders the containment, exhibiting insatiable cravings for necrotic tissue. Urgent Update: Per order of Commissariat, samples are to be sent overnight to the colony for peer emergency peer review. Experiments notes are to be held off until tomorrow. Failure to comply will lead to disciplinary actions. Wa███ng - Exter██ O██rride De█ect█d from Terminal 012.2█.█4.1. Original Message:P█r o█der of Co█mis█ari█t, sa█ple█ are m█rked for d█str█cti██ + Addendum 7697-5: Exploration Log 7697-7 - Close Addendum 7697-5: The following are the SCP-7697-1 Exploration Protocols. Three physically fit D-class subjects must be fitted with a class 4 environmental suit. They must also be provided with Field Kit Number 16, consisting of the following items: One head-mounted light source with a lifespan of six hours and additional power sources providing up to an additional three hours. Two 1 L water bottles filled with water. One MREs (Meals Ready to Eat) of any type One standard field knife. 6 Feet of Climbing Rope. One Taurus PT22, whose existence is to remain a secret until after the exploration has started. A shoulder mounted video recording system, equipped with an eROSARY. Due to the shielded interiors of the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing, projecting a real-time feed is not possible. Wired cameras proved to be unreliable, due to characteristics of the terrain, so video footage will be reviewed after the fact. Exploration Log 7697-7 This recorded audio log details the first expedition into the ruins of CORNWELL Lab. Three D-Class personnel, referred to in this log as D-1, D-2 and D-3, were given 11 hours to gather any paperwork and/or storage devices that might contain useful information regarding SCP-7697 and SCP 7697-1. After 12 hours, the emergency data recovery system eROSARY (Experimental kaRlOS fAst Return sYstem) will automatically engage, and the recording system will be teleported back. All members must return prior to this deadline to prevent disciplinary action. AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION Foreword: The log has deteriorated due to unforeseen eROSARY problems, and audible parts are marked with time codes. Although the presence of memetics inside the facility is currently under consideration, the audio has been ruled safe. » RECORDING STARTS « [00h00] D-1: Alright, listen up, keep those headlamps on. This is a timed recovery mission. D-3: Yeah, yeah, we know. Valuable shit, they say. D-1: You know what they say, the creepier it looks, the more valuable the loot inside. D-2: I'm getting a really bad feeling about this. It's like eyes are on us from every corner of this place. D-3: You're just jumpy. Be thankful they haven’t sent your ass outside into the dunes. I’m still burned up. D-1: Enough, let's split up and search these next rooms. Remember, we regroup here in 30 minutes. Be thorough and keep your eyes peeled. [00h38] (over radio) D-2: This place gives me the creeps. I swear I can hear voices echoing in the corridors. D-1: Did you say something? I can barely hear you, over. D-2: It's nothing, forget it. I'll keep searching… over. [01h22] [Audio resumes, the three appear to be together] D-2: I found a library of sorts, but all the books have stuff growing on them. I don't think this is it. D-1: Don't lose your nerve now. Just a bit longer, and we'll be out of musty place. [Sounds of the metal failing to the ground] D-3: [Laughing] Jackpot! A set of old tapes. We hit the mother lode! D-2: Whoa, check out this rusted tech over here. It's ancient! D-1: Can you make any sense of it? D-3: No, but I don't give a shit. Let the eggheads crack their shells over these things. I really hope it's empty. [02h44] [Creaking sounds and distant dripping water can be heard] D-2: [Impatient] Any luck with the computer? I think we should give up. D-1: [Frustrated] I'm trying, but the door to the medical wing is sealed shut. D-3: Fuckingtastic, just what we needed. Locked out of another section. D-2: [Whispers] I don't like this. Maybe it's for the best. It must be locked for a reason. D-1: [Nervous] This freaky computer keeps saying we can't go in until the doctors clear it. D-3: There must be another entry. A ventilation shaft, a broken wall. Computer: Warning [bzzz] Hospital Center is in Quarantine level 5 by order of the Chief Doctor [bzzz] Error, employee not found D-3: Can someone tell this giant calculator that there are no doctors left on the other side of this door? D-2: I think… if you ask about signs of life to the computer, maybe it will update itself. [keyboard sounds] D-1: [heavy sigh] Nope, it just gives me an error message. Do I look like I know what an integer overflow is? I just want a god dammed override. D-3: Forget this shitty hospital, let the next team handle it. [04h05] D-3: Stop being paranoid, you’re’ getting on my nerves. D-2: I just don't like the look of these crystals. They give off an eerie glow. D-1: Don't let them distr… [Gunshot sounds] D-3: What THE FUCK, you bastard! [D-2 has fired the weapon towards an empty corner and is visibly scared] D-2: Don’t tell me you didn’t hear them calling our names?! [D-1 pulls the gun issued from D-2 from him] D-1: Listen here you bastard, no cop has ever even scratched me. D-2: [Uneasy] W-wait, I’m really so… D-1: Calm down, RIGHT NOW! I didn’t get this far to get killed by a wacko like you, understand? D-2: Y-eah, I… I get it. I’m cool. I’m cool. D-3: [sigh] I rather be in the fucking sandstorm. D-2: [Hesitant] Hey, why is your pocket glowing, (D-3)? D-3: What? Oh, that. I picked this little crystal shard for myself earlier. I decided to make a necklace. D-1: They won't let you keep any souvenirs; you know that right? D-3: You don't know anything! I have a whole box of trinkets back in my cell. You just have shit hiding skills. [04h33] [Audio resumes in the middle of an argument] D-1: You are trashing that crystal now, that's an order. D-3: [Yelling] Get the FUCK away from me! Touch me again and you're dead. [Sounds of altercation] D-2: [Concerned] It's affecting you. Let go of it! D-1: TRASH IT, NOW! [05h12] [Vines keeping a door shut are being cut away] D-3: [Heavy Coughing] I can't catch a break, can I? D-2: [Disgusted] That smell… It's unbearable. Why are they all piled up next to the door? [D-1 looks at a pile of corpses wrapped in vines, positioned to hold the door closed] D-1: [Out of breath] Doesn't matter, we need to find something in there that can help him this idiot. D-3: Just find me something for the pain and let me be. D-2: We should go back and ask them for a doctor. D-1: [Angry] Did you hit your head? D-2: I might as well have, I keep hearing whisp- D-1: I told you before to stop with the coward's talk. We go back now they will shoot us three. [Silence for 1 minute] D-1: Let’s check back at the crystal wing, there must be something about that shard there. D-3: [Cough] I… I can't go on. I need to rest a bit. D-1: Ok, (D-2), grab me his backpack and take out the tapes. [D-1 ties the tapes to his shoulder camera using D-3’s climbing rope] D-1: We lose these, we are dead. Let’s go, (D2)! D-2: Stay here, (D-3). We'll find something helpful. [06h07] D-2: I can't shake this feeling that the walls are closing in on us. D-1: (using radio) Come in, what's your status? Over. D-3: (over radio) Please… The feast. D-1: (using radio) Wha- are you hungry? You should have something to eat on your backpack, over. [Audio becomes distorted] D-3: (over radio) That isn’t enough for them. D-2: You heard them too? [Heavy breathing and chaotic sounds, followed radio static] D-1: Come in! (D-3), come in, over. D-2: [Panicked] No response, what’s going on? D-1: Why are you asking me? D-2: [Panicked] I don’t care about the bullet, we gotta- [Audio and video stop for three minutes before returning] [Upon resuming, the two appear to be running] D-2: The whispers are turning into screams! LET ME GO! [D-2 vanishes from view] D-1: [Desperate] Come back! We need to stick together! D-2: [Distant voice] I can't take it anymore! D-1: Scumbag scientists, put me with a pair of idiots… what do I do now? [07h26] D-1: [trembling] This place…it's changing, shifting. I can't find my way back. [D-1 stops and starts to frantically look around] D-1: Who's there? Show yourself! [Silence for 2 minutes] D-1: Show yourself!! [D-1 starts to run again] [09h02] D-1: [Weak voice] I found (D-3) a while ago… he's dead, corn is growing out of him. [D-1 takes out last water bottle and takes a sip] D-1: Put a bullet on his head just to be sure, don’t need any zombies following my tail. [D-1 looks at his wristwatch]. D-1: I’m almost out of time and I feel like I’m really lost. I can’t find the stairs and I keep hearing a voice… asking to be fed. [Muttering, inaudible] D-1: The spores… Hungry, so hungry… I need to make my way back. [10h28] D-1: [Heavy breathing] I saw you cut him to shreds! Stay back! [Sounds of weapon discharge] D-2: [Maniacal laughter] The dead have no use for their flesh. [Sounds of weapon discharge, D-1 throws his pistol away] D-2: [Running after D-1] They won't shut up until the feast is over! D-1: [Running footsteps] GET AWAY! [11h07] [D-1 cautiously enters a dimly lit cafeteria, holding his knife]. D-1: What fresh hell is this? Why are they… [The floor is littered with decomposing bodies, clad in what appear to be tattered suits of different colors. D-1 picks up one of the garments to analyze it] D-1: [Weak voice] Bullshit… all of it. Load of goddamn bullshit. [The video suddenly becomes shaky as D-1 appears to struggle with an unseen assailant] D-2: They waited too long since their last three course meal. [Sound of struggle and a piercing scream] D-2: Shh, calm down, don't be a coward. [Camera now faces the ceiling. Screaming ends] D-2: Finally… Silence… [There are no sounds for the next 20 minutes, save from occasional weeping] D-2: [footsteps, fading] No, no… SHUT UP! You promised me peace… » RECORDING ENDS « Note: At 12 hours, the Return System was engaged and a bloody shoulder attached to a camera and tapes were transported back. From the recording, it is evident that in his final moments, D-1 encountered what appear to be remains from other Foundation exploration teams, but there are no records of a previous expedition to the interiors of SCP-7697-1 since its discovery in 1998. Footage was sent to the archivist for further studies, and tapes were sent for decryption. The fate of D-2 remains unknown. + Addendum 7697-6: Final Email - Close RECOVERED: Final Email Addendum 7697-6: From the tapes recovered by eROSARY, another readable email was found, believed to be from the same sender. Internal Drive: Terminal 012.21.14.1 Subject: In your memory To: [encrypted] From: [encrypted] My Dearest Orion, I write this message, fully aware that you won't receive it in this world, but with a hopeful heart that you will find a way to read it in from the great beyond. I need to believe that, somehow, our connection transcends the boundaries of life and death. I cannot bear to see things end this way, and so, I have made a decision. I don't know how or what I will do exactly, but I'm a member of the Center for Enhanced Wellbeing. I know I can put what I've learned here to good use. It is time for me to seek redemption from my own inexcusable ignorance. I will make a visit to the lower levels and see if the whispers were true. I know that you will be my guiding light, helping me bring darkness to them. Until we meet again, on the other side. Yours eternally, Luna Update 7697-002: Based on acquired data from the last expedition, all future explorations attempts are to be put on hold due to Biohazards concerns, until the decontamination process of the SCP-7697-1 can be fully understood. Risk Class has been updated from Notice to Warning, and all researchers who crossed SCP-7697 must submit to medical and psychological examination upon return. All researchers who crossed into SCP-7697-1 are to be placed under quarantine until further notice. The following update has been attached to SCP-7697's file as part of ongoing Archivist Investigation. Update 7697-001: Previously unidentified clothing was confirmed to be Foundation-issued Class 2 Environmental Suit bearing the markings of at least three different Sites. However, these iterations of suits have been retired for over 60 years and Site Directors have reported that units have been discarded, with the exception of two found stored in the museum at Site 19. An investigation was ordered into the two museum pieces, and an inquiry was started on the last unidentified suit showed on video. The latter did not match any current database records. Due to the quality of the footage, it was not possible to further study the remaining [REDACTED] non-Foundation garments. Footnotes 1. The study of visible light, ultraviolet, infrared and spectrum of electromagnetic radiation from stars in order to determine their type, age and distance. « SCP-7696 | SCP-7697 | SCP-7698 » |
SCP-7698 | keter | Logo displayed on SCP-7698 Item #: SCP-7698 Special Containment Procedures: There is currently no known method of containing SCP-7698 within a finite area of physical space. As such, containment protocol falls largely under the jurisdiction of the Veil Maintenance Department (VMD). If the Foundation is alerted to the presence of SCP-7698 while an OME is in progress, VMD operatives are to be dispatched to the area to halt the patronage of SCP-7698 under the guise of a health inspection for the duration of the OME. If alerted after the cessation of an OME, VMD operatives are to be dispatched to the area of former manifestation in order to identify and amnesthatize witnesses. Any individual who consumes any quantity of SCP-7698-2 is to be remotely monitored via Fly on the Wall Drones for the next 12 hours. Any witnesses present over the course of this period are to be treated with Class-A amnestics following the conclusion of the IME. All SCP-7698-4 instances present during an IME are to be intercepted1 before reaching SCP-7698 and brought to the nearest Foundation site for further study. Standard Issue Searchbots2 are to alert the VMD of content containing keywords connected to SCP-7698 and identify the geographical origin of the IP address under which the content was posted. VMD operatives are to be dispatched to said location and apply amnestic treatment to related individuals as needed. Description: SCP-7698 is an ice cream van measuring 5m in length and 2m in width and height. It is primarily white in color, with the word “AMONICE” written in red and blue letters on its front, back, and each side. There is an opening on its right side with a collapsible metal awning, behind which is a space resembling a typical food truck interior and populated by SCP-7698-1. SCP-7698-1 is believed to be a single male humanoid, and will be referred to singularly hereafter, although the possibility of multiple identical instances has not been conclusively disproven. SCP-7698-1 has never been observed outside of SCP-7698. SCP-7698-1 is caucasian, with black hair and brown eyes, and appears to be between 40-50 years old. SCP-7698-1 wears a white button-up shirt, a red apron, and a blue bowtie. The appearance of SCP-7698-1's lower body is unknown. When asked, SCP-7698-1 claims to be named “Amon'' and to be the creator and sole proprietor of the Amonice business. SCP-7698-1 maintains a universally friendly and jovial demeanor during social interactions, regardless of the behavior exhibited by other parties. SCP-7698-1 will not acknowledge any mention of SCP-7698’s anomalous properties. Additionally, SCP-7698-1 will not acknowledge any injury sustained to its person and does not appear to perceive pain in any physical or psychological way. SCP-7698-1 will maintain its baseline behavior up until sustaining a level of injury conducive to terminating non-anomalous humans, at which point it will expire, and SCP-7698 will demanifest prematurely. Injuries will be absent during subsequent appearances. SCP-7698 can manifest anywhere within the continental United States, typically appearing in urban and suburban neighborhoods. It is unknown if these locations are selected by SCP-7698-1, as recorded statements suggest that SCP-7698-1 either does not remember or refuses to acknowledge previous manifestations. More than one instance of SCP-7698 has never been observed during a given time period, leading to the supposition that SCP-7698 is a singular vehicle. SCP-7698’s location/locations in multidimensional space during periods outside of manifestation are unknown. SCP-7698 manifestations are categorized as either Output Manifestation Events (OMEs) or Intake Manifestation Events (IMEs). OMEs invariably occur on Saturdays or Sundays at exactly 12:00 p.m. in the timezone of manifestation. During an OME, SCP-7698, piloted by SCP-7698-1, will drive between 8-20 km/h through various streets, playing an instrumental version of the song “Turkey in the Straw” from a speaker on its roof, and stopping for any individuals encountered upon its route. Upon request, SCP-7698-1 will obtain various products from an unknown source below the base of SCP-7698's side opening, and will exchange said products for 0.99 USD. SCP-7698 ceases playing music at 12:30 PM, and will either demanifest shortly thereafter or once all customers present at that time have been served. Adjacent to SCP-7698's side opening is a multicolored poster containing depictions of the 24 different products that can be purchased from SCP-7698-1 during an OME. The top of the poster reads "CEPHALOPOPS" written in red letters, below which is the phrase "They're Naked and They're Cold!" in blue italicized letters. The products depicted on this poster, designated SCP-7698-2A through SCP-7698-2X or SCP-7698-2 collectively, are quiescently frozen ice confections commonly referred to as ice pops or popsicles within SCP-7698's known range. Depiction of SCP-7698-2A advertised on the side of SCP-7698 All SCP-7698-2 varieties are depicted as identical in shape, possessing a rounded top and four parallel rounded points jutting from its base3, and encasing a wooden tongue depressor meant to serve as a handle. The majority of SCP-7698-2's edible component is comprised of ice interspersed with artificial flavoring and coloring. Two spheres composed of grape-flavored bubble gum are partially embedded in the ice of SCP-7698-2, presumably meant to resemble eyes. Above these spheres, a complex abstract design is encased in the ice. This portion is composed primarily of saltwater taffy, although molecular imaging has identified trace amounts of seminal fluid within the substance. Based on genetic sequencing, the fluid is believed to originate from a currently unknown species of mollusk. The significance of the design, if any, is currently unknown, as SCP-7698-1 responds dismissively to any questions regarding the topic4. SCP-7698-2 varieties primarily differ in the flavor of the ice and taffy components, as well as the layout of the taffy design. All SCP-7698-2 varieties possess flavors typically found in non-anomalous ice pops5. Each SCP-7698-2 variety has a name displayed below its depiction on the poster. These names are alliterative and consist of said variety's flavor followed by a common English name, such as Cherry Charlie and Lemon Lucy. Based on recorded statements, SCP-7698-1 seems to be under the impression that SCP-7698-2 instances depict characters that are widely known amongst the general public, and it has implied that each character has a distinct personality. Any human who ingests over a certain proportion of an SCP-7698-2 instance6, hereafter designated SCP-7698-3, will experience several anomalous alterations to their anatomy and behavior over the following 8-10 hours, culminating in the creation of a single SCP-7698-4 instance. Though their appearance varies between instances, SCP-7698-4 largely resemble ammonoid cephalopods. They are capable of hovering as high as 8m above the ground due to a network of ventricles containing hydrogen gas within their shells. They propel themselves through synchronized undulations of their 10 tentacles. Captured specimens live indefinitely without needing to eat, drink, or sleep, and exhibit no desire to engage in said activities. To date, no SCP-7698 instances have displayed behavior that would suggest sapience, but they do possess self-awareness and moderate emotional complexity, often behaving socially with both each other and standard humans. There are currently 211 SCP-7698-4 instances in containment. Intake Manifestation Events occur in the same location as the previous Output Manifestation Event, transpiring approximately 11 hours after its cessation. By this time, most SCP-7698-3 instances resulting from the previous OME will have exited their place of residence by any means necessary and subsequently completed their transformation into SCP-7698-4 instances. During an IME, SCP-7698 travels along the same route as it did during the previous OME. SCP-7698 does not play music during an IME, instead emanating a 34-55kHz warbling noise7. SCP-7698-4 instances are attracted to this sound, and thus will congregate into a swarm trailing behind SCP-7698 as it travels. Upon reaching the end of its original route, SCP-7698 will halt, and SCP-7698-1 will reach through SCP-7698’s side opening with an abnormally large butterfly net8, which it will use to capture any adjacent SCP-7698-4 instances using broad scooping motions. Once all SCP-7698-4 instances in the immediate area have been retrieved, the net will be retracted, and SCP-7698 will demanifest. Addendum 3834.1: Initial Specimen Report On 07/08/2016, at 17:44 EST, the Veil Maintenance Department received an automated security alert regarding an anomalous medical phenomenon located in ████████ General Hospital in ████████, New Jersey. The subject of said anomaly was a 12yo male named █████ ████, but will be referred to as SCP-7698-3.1 or “the subject” hereafter. Following this alert, SCP-7698-3.1 was covertly detained by Foundation operatives and escorted to Site-83 for further study. At the time of its initial arrival, the subject had undergone significant physical alterations that greatly inhibited its capacity for speech. However, the subject displayed no signs of mental impairment, and was thus able to understand and coherently respond to questioning when provided with a means of producing text. Upon preliminary interview, the subject described the purchase and consumption of an ice pop dubbed “Green-Apple Gary” from an ice-cream van labeled “Amonice”. It was through this interview that Foundation personnel were first informed of SCP-7698’s existence, although SCP-7698 itself was not encountered until 08/21/2016. The following is a compilation of research documents derived from the ongoing case study of SCP-7698-3.1 and related/resultant anomalies, led by Senior Researcher Dr. Leonard Owens. Included is a transcript of the Observation Logs recorded by Dr. Owens over a several-hour time span following SCP-7698-3.1’s acquisition. For the purposes of safety and security, the subject was fastened by the torso to a semi-erect standard hospital bed for the duration of the research process. Due to the inviability of verbal communication, a keyboard connected to a text-display monitor was provided, and the subject was instructed to record any notable subjective experiences through this medium. Dr. Owens observed SCP-7698-3.1 remotely during this time, utilizing live camera feeds from multiple angles and a two-way line of both auditory and typed communication. Transcriptions of SCP-7698-3.1’s messages have been presented in blue. Preliminary Observations: The tongue of SCP-7698-3.1 has increased in width and height by approximately 500%, fully obstructing the mouth and preventing closure of the jaw. The tongue’s entire surface area is a light-green hue. Discoloration resembles staining caused by typical ice pop consumption, but cannot be removed through conventional means. Subject exhibits emotions and behaviors that would be expected of humans under such conditions. Cooperation with research personnel has been achieved through the promise of a cure9. BEGIN LOG: 07/08/2016, 19:40:00 EST 19:40:01: SCP-7698-3.1 is transported into Observation Chamber B-19 by two assistant researchers. Subject’s eye expressions suggest worry. 19:40:32 Keyboard and display monitor are introduced to the subject. During this process, the subject starts to rub its hands against both of its cheeks while wincing. 19:41:14: Assistants exit the chamber. Subject begins to type with his right hand while continuing to rub its left cheek. 19:41:27: I have the worst brain freeze ever 19:41:43: I never understood why it’s called brain freeze, it's more like the roof of my mouth 19:41:58: I always hated it. Can you make it stop? Like with painkillers or something? 19:42:04: Dr. Owens verbally declines this request, but assures the subject that his ultimate intention is to negate these symptoms. 19:43:37: Skin on the left and right sides of the subject’s cranium begins to indent in certain areas, forming shallow crevices. Subject appears to be unaware of this, and continues cheek-rubbing behavior. 19:47:49: feeling light headed 19:48:08: also tongue is tingly 19:54:33: Ten adjacent papillae on the tip of the subject's tongue begin to enlarge and rearrange into a ring formation. 19:59:26: super dizzy 19:59:51: brain freeze getting better at least 20:01:43: Enlarged papillae begin to elongate. 20:02:12: mostly just tingles now 20:08:19: Cranial grooves coalesce into a distinct spiral pattern on each side of the subject’s head. 20:12:35: air feels thick 20:13:11: feels like water 20:13:44: feels like floating 20:14:50: Growth of 10 frontal papillae is arrested at approximately 25cm in length. The resulting structures resemble muscular tentacles. They have shifted into a ring formation upon the tip of the tongue. An indentation in the tongue develops in the center of said ring. 20:15:23: feel like floating 20:15:46: feel like foating 20:16:26: feel like floating 20:23:13 Tongue indentation has progressed into a spacious cavity connected to the tongue’s surface by a sphinctered orifice. 20:24:39: wait, I need to get to school 20:24:47: can we stop 20:24:54: Dr. Owens replies that it is Saturday, and the subject becomes visibly agitated. 20:25:16: but i have to get to schoool 20:25:27: supposed to meer up with freinds 20:25:35: Assuming these statements to be in reference to future school attendance, Dr. Owens begins to assure the subject that upcoming absences will be excused due to resulting from a medical emergency, but stops upon receiving the subject’s next message 20:26:04 no no np no need get to scool ! 20:26:13: Subject’s fine motor coordination starts to rapidly deteriorate. Enlarged frontal papillae begin to twitch at sporadic intervals. 20:26:22: gotta join yhe school 20:26:46: gota join the shool 20:27:29: gptt jpin th schol 20:27:53: Subject’s upper body vibrates forcefully. Two pustulant sores develop in parallel on the left and right sides of the subject’s tongue. 20:28:44: :cnt flot alne 20:29:37: fgh;lloiyttfhglppp;;;t 20:29:55: Further written communication is deemed inviable. Dr. Owens orders assistant researchers to remove the text display module and affix a Portable fMRI Complex10 to the subject. 20:30:23: Subject begins to violently spasm, hindering the fMRI’s attachment and activation process. Tongue sores rapidly swell in size while enlarged papillae twitch with increasing frequency and strength. 20:31:14: fMRI Complex is activated. Initial readings reveal several anatomical aberrations, including the permeation of the external spiraling grooves into the skull, pressurized gaseous pockets within the intracranial space, and severe damage to the cerebral cortex from the resulting compression. Neurological activity resembles that of a grand mal seizure. 20:32:06: Subject suddenly goes completely limp and ceases movement. This is accompanied by fMRI readings indicating an abrupt transition into an entirely comatose state. 20:32:11: Dr. Owens orders the measurement of vital signs, prompting two assistants to retrieve heart-rate and BOL monitors. 20:33:23: As assistants are preparing the heart-rate and BOL monitors, neurological activity abruptly resumes, though it is relegated to the cerebellum and spinal cord. fMRI readings suggest that electrical impulses are emanating from the subject’s tongue and radiating through the central nervous system. 20:33:34: Lateral tongue sores simultaneously burst, expelling pus across the immediate area. Embedded within each former sore site is a complex eye with a violet iris and an oblong pupil. Enlarged papillae begin to move in full undulating motions. 20:33:39: Subject flails violently in what appears to be an attempt to escape its restraints. Several cracking sounds can be heard within the subject’s torso. Assistants move hectically around the chamber, appearing unsure of how to respond to the subject’s abrupt surge in activity. 20:33:45: Dr. Owens exits the remote observation room and enters the experimental chamber wielding a syringe containing an intravenous sedative. Papillae undulations become synchronized and start to increase in frequency. 20:34:03: Sedative is administered into the subject’s right shoulder. Initially there is no noticeable effect. 20:34:46: Subject’s bodily movements start to slow and weaken, but the enlarged papillae continue to increase in speed. 20:34:57: Subject ceases thrashing and places both hands on the sides of its head. 20:35:00: Subject decapitates itself with an upward jerking motion. Its arms and body go limp immediately after this, but its detached head remains elevated, hovering about 2m above the ground. Enlarged papillae continue to undulate synchronously, propelling the head away from Dr. Owens and the assistant researchers, all of whom watch in motionless silence. 20:35:51: The subject’s head reaches the opposite wall and proceeds to bump into it repeatedly. Assistants look to Dr. Owens, who shrugs. Observational study is concluded. End Log Subsequent Research Findings: Following the conclusion of the transformation process, SCP-7698-3.1’s headless body displayed no vital functions. Post-mortem autopsy revealed several broken ribs and severe organ trauma, which is believed to be the result of the subject’s forceful thrashing against its restraints. The body decomposed at a typical rate and exhibited no anomalous properties. To date, SCP-7698-3.1’s head, designated SCP-7698-4.1, remains alive and alert. The skin, cartilage, external cranial muscles, and original eyes decomposed at a typical rate, resulting in an exposed skull, while the tongue and brain displayed no signs of decay. SCP-7698-4.1 becomes visibly stressed when in the presence of Dr. Owens, often attempting to flee or hide from him. However, SCP-7698-4.1 exhibits no such aversion to other humans and is receptive to physical contact with personnel who it is familiar with. This led to the incidental discovery that scratching the former “chin” of SCP-7698-4.1 causes it to excrete a viscous stream of green-apple flavored saltwater taffy from the orifice between its tentacles. Similar properties have been observed in all subsequent SCP-7698-4 instances. Footnotes 1. It is preferred that SCP-7698-4 instances be collected alive and without serious injury. Biological-grade Remote Electrical Tranquilizers (BRETs) have been found to be more effective than chemical tranquilizers. 2. Comprise 75% of VMD-operated webwide programs, utilized for non-anomalous digital information. 3. SCP-7698-2 instances are often significantly misshapen compared to these depictions, possibly due to improper storage. 4. ”I don’t know, maybe a tattoo or something” verbatim is by far the most common response, although other responses have been elicited by asking in unconventional ways. 5. For a complete list of flavors, see supplementary document 7698.F. 6. The exact percentage necessary varies depending on the portions consumed and the height and weight of the individual. 7. This frequency range is inaudible to non-anomalous humans. 8. The netted portion is 2m in diameter. The maximum length of the shaft has not been determined. 9. Dishonest statement permitted under the Civilian Medical Anomalies clause of current Ethics Committee Guidelines. 10. A cranium-encasing network of magnetized metallic mesh capable of detecting and recording neurological activity within a user’s brain and upper nervous system in real time. This technology was first developed by Foundation personnel and has yet to be approved for public dissemination. |
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} } @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; } } close Info X SCP-7699 Our Quiet Death Written by dr trintavon does not match any existing user name and Jack Waltz — Check out Jack Waltz's author page — — Check out Dr Trintavon's author page (coming soon) — « BEGIN LOG » Earth. Sidney Deniaud sits on a sizeably large boulder. He stares into the distance ahead of him. His gaze is intently fixated on the planet in front of him. Several minutes pass. Deniaud remains unmoving. Brams: It's beautiful. Lennie Brams slowly approaches Deniaud from behind and proceeds to stand beside him. Deniaud: Yeah? I've never been one to admire the view. Brams chuckles. Brams: Mind if I sit? Deniaud: I won't stop you. Deniaud shifts left as Brams settles himself on the right. Much like Deniaud, his gaze is fixed upon Earth. Brams: You ever wonder what it'd be like if you never joined the Foundation? Deniaud tilts his head towards Brams, just enough to see his face. Brams: I do, sometimes. When it's late, and I can't sleep, I'll stare at the ceiling and just… I don't know, fantasise? Deniaud: About? Brams: What might have been… Deniaud turns, fully, to look at Brams, who still wears a smile on his face. Deniaud: You have regrets? Brams shrugs. Brams: They're just fantasies. Deniaud: That's hardly an answer. Brams turns to meet Deniaud's gaze. Brams: Does it really matter? Deniaud: Well, I think it does. Brams laughs. Brams: Fine! I'll humour you. Yes, I… I have regrets. He turns his gaze back to the distant Earth. Brams: A lot of them. I wished I wrote home more. I wish I didn't spend so much time studying. I wish… I said goodbye. And often, I'd just wish I never joined the Foundation. Never learned about any of this, and was simply just blissfully ignorant… until my end. Deniaud turns to face the planet once more. Brams starts hugging his knees, and his smile is now noticeably absent. They sit in silence for several minutes. Deniaud: I have no regrets. Brams: Bullshit you don't. Half the words that come out of your mouth are either curses or complaints. Deniaud smirks and shrugs. He chuckles. Deniaud: And this? Do you regret… this? Brams: I did, once upon a time. I used to think you were such an ass. All business, no play; that sort of thing, you know? And god it irked me. Some days I'd come out here just to scream about how pissed off I was, calling you all these horrible names, wishing they'd just placed someone — anyone — else here with me. Deniaud looks down, a wide grin still on his face. Brams: I remember the day it got so bad that I just… I just started walking. There was nowhere to go, of course, but anywhere away from you was… better. I walked until my legs burned, and then I just… sat down. I calmed down. Brams sniffles. Deniaud's grin fades into a slight frown. Brams: It seems so stupid now. I can't even remember what made me do that. There is a short pause. Deniaud: I called you useless. Brams: Right. Yeah— yeah, that was it. You had a habit of doing that. Deniaud: For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Brams: Oh, it's fine. Don't be. You shaped up all right in the end. They share a laugh and a smile. Brams shifts himself closer to Deniaud. They hold hands, and Brams leans in, laying his head on Deniaud's shoulder. Hesitantly, Deniaud does the same, laying his head against Brams' own. Deniaud's digital display pad beeps. He looks over at it. The time reads 18:07:54. He sighs. Deniaud: Five seconds. Brams: Oh. Five seconds pass. A bright light suddenly pulses in the centre of the North American continent, enveloping multiple countries in a blue-white glow. From the epicentre, several fissures, nearly a hundred miles wide, rip through the Earth's crust and large gouts of blazing red burst outwards, pouring like rain over everything it can reach. These ravines continue to widen and expand, swallowing rivers and lakes in their path as the oceans pour into the seemingly endless chasms. The Earth cracks and the entire planet is absorbed by a blinding light. When it fades, the Earth is turning in on itself. Thousands of segments of its crust are pulled back, crashing into one another as the molten heart of the planet's core consumes everything that falls towards it. In less than a minute, Earth has turned into a vibrant, flaming mass. Brams starts tearing up. He begins to sob. Brams: I… I can't watch this. I'm sorry. Deniaud remains silent as Brams breaks away from their embrace and stands. Their sobbing is loudly audible until Brams turns off his helmet's microphone. Deniaud watches Brams make his way into the outpost, trudging along the way. Slowly, he reaches over and picks up the tablet that had been waiting at his side. He taps at it. ⠀ Good evening, Dr Deniaud. What would you like to do today? > search ls-01 scp-7699 Searching LUNAR Site-01's database . . . File:SCP-7699 found . . . Retrieving summary . . . FILE: SCP-7699 OBJECT CLASS: APOLLYON ADDENDUM COUNT: 17 Would you like to access this file? > You have been inactive for one minute. Do you wish to view File:SCP-7699? > You have been inactive for two minutes, Dr Deniaud. Is there anything you wish to do with this file? > delete file This action is irreversible and will result in the permanent removal of this file. Are you sure you want to continue, Dr Deniaud? > yes Deleting File:SCP-7699 from LUNAR Site-01's database . . . File successfully removed. May I assist you further, Dr Deniaud? > no Understood. . . . Please go inside, Dr Deniaud. He'd appreciate your company. ⠀ Deniaud continues to hold onto the tablet as he turned his gaze back to the now-destroyed Earth. He smiles somberly. Deniaud: Yeah, it was beautiful… After a few minutes, Deniaud looks down at his feet; he stands and begins to walk toward the outpost. In the distance, the Earth's remnants continue to burn. Footprint. « END LOG » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7699" by Dr Trintavon and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7699. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7700 | euclid | this is a true story by Doctor Cimmerian based on a true story ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Photograph of the damage sustained to the safe house during the SCP-7700-A incident. Item #: SCP-7700 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7700-1 is not allowed to leave Foundation employment for any reason. SCP-7700-1 is to be monitored at all times and improbable events should be logged. Additional measures are to be taken once there is a better understanding of the core anomaly or anomalies involving SCP-7700. Description: SCP-7700 is an unexplained probabilistic phenomenon surrounding Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian (hereafter referred to as SCP-7700-1). This phenomenon causes unusual and unlikely events to occur in any situation where SCP-7700-1's life is in danger. While these unusual probabilistic outcomes do not necessarily result in SCP-7700-1 remaining uninjured, it has uniformly led to his survival in all recorded circumstances. This effect does not extend to any other individuals or property surrounding or near to SCP-7700-1. SCP-7700 occurs without need of conscious thought and without any regard for the wishes of SCP-7700-1. Additionally, when SCP-7700-1 deliberately places himself in life threatening situations, SCP-7700 will still prevent SCP-7700-1's death. Current understanding of this effect indicates that it has been in place since SCP-7700-1's birth. It is also believed that some or all information regarding SCP-7700-1's life prior to Foundation employment is fabricated. SCP-7700-1 has not visibly aged during his 10 years in Foundation employ (though given the short time period, this is not a definitive indicator). It has been surmised that the phenomenon that keeps the entity alive during short term emergencies has also acted over the long term to prevent incomplete or imperfect cell replication. Tissues samples extracted from SCP-7700-1 are not under the effects of SCP-7700 and appear to replicate and die normally. + Show SCP-7700-A Incident Record. - Hide SCP-7700-A Incident Record. The following is a log of the investigation which lead to SCP-7700's discovery. On July 21st, 2022, Dr. Cimmerian was staying at a Foundation safe house in central Alabama. Around 1600, local time, a flash storm generated severe winds. These winds sheared off a large section of a tree, which then fell into the room that SCP-7700-1 was working from. Despite the total destruction of the room, SCP-7700-1 suffered no serious harm. As part of the project Dr. Cimmerian was investigating per his duties as a floating ethics committee liaison, several macroscopic probability detectors had been placed around the safe house to protect against an incursion by agents of the Serpent's Hand following an attack the previous month. These detectors recorded a spike of 16 De Moivres1 at the time of the event. Given the De Moivre scale's baseline of 1, this was determined to be significant enough to investigate. This investigation came to three conclusions. The probability event was of a significant nature and protected SCP-7700-1 from harm. The Serpent's Hand was not active in the area at the time of the event and it is unlikely that this probability event was causally linked to the attack on the safe house in June. Dr. Cimmerian's personal history both before and during his Foundation employment indicates frequent similar events. Considering this, the Ethics Committee has placed Dr. Cimmerian on administrative leave until such a time as this and similar events can be fully investigated. + Show Record of Potential SCP-7700-1 Incidents. - Hide Record of Potential SCP-7700-1 Incidents. The following is an incomplete log of events gathered in the last 48 hours involving Dr. Cimmerian both before and during his employment at the SCP Foundation. Event Date Location Estimated De Moirve Reading Log of Events December 8th, 2009 Maputo, Mozambique 4 A helicopter Dr. Cimmerian was riding in suffered a severe mechanical failure resulting from an impact with a rocket propelled grenade which did not detonate. The helicopter was able to make a safe landing and all crew and passengers survived. March 19th, 2010 Vladivostok, Russia 12 During a fact finding mission in eastern Russia, Dr. Cimmerian became involved in a short relationship with a Russian GRU agent. This agent detonated an explosive onboard a train that resulted in derailment and Dr. Cimmerian's hospitalization. He was one of two survivors of that event. April 26th, 2012 Erie, Indiana Unknown Dr. Cimmerian was isolated from his team during an investigation into an occult organization that was attempting to summon a trio of deities. He used the gun of one of the fallen agents and eliminated the emergent entities before they were fully formed. October 11th, 2014 Mobile, Alabama 3-6 While shopping, Dr. Cimmerian was trapped under 3 Sealy Posturepedic Hybrid mattresses for 28 hours. He was freed after the store owner returned on Monday morning. While this has been reported anecdotally by others who learned of it afterwards, it has not yet been independently verified. February 29th, 2016 Near Montgomery Alabama on Interstate 65 8 Dr. Cimmerian was involved in a firefight during the transport of a highly dangerous SCP Object. He managed to deal with his pursuers but the vehicle he was riding in was struck by a semi-trailer truck carrying coal. Dr. Cimmerian was the only survivor of both the incident and following accident. January 12th, 2019 Biloxi, Mississippi 24 Dr. Cimmerian was thrown out of a plane by Chaos Insurgency agents while flying approximately 2.5 kilometers above sea level. He survived with serious but non-life threatening injuries after crashing through several tree branches, landing in a trampoline in a back yard, and then bouncing into a pool.2 June 25th, 2021 Site-88, Alabama 32 Dr. Cimmerian survived the explosion of a Gotrax Hoverboard that Dr. Gerald was attempting to demonstrate the use of. July 21st, 2022 Birmingham, Alabama 16 As described in the -A log above. + Show SCP-7700-1 Interview Log. - Hide SCP-7700-1 Interview Log. Dr. Gears has performed a post incident interview with SCP-7700-1. The log of that interaction is below. Date of Interview: July 24th, 2022. Subject: SCP-7700-1 Interviewer: Dr. Gears Begin Log Dr. Gears: I wanted to talk about the incident at the safe house. SCP-7700-1: Yeah. The roof tried to kill me. Dr. Gears: What happened? Was it a tree? SCP-7700-1: From the looks of it a tree split in the next yard over. But then it fell into another tree that split off and crashed into the house. Dr. Gears: How much damage was there? SCP-7700-1: Catastrophic. Honestly if the Hand already knows about the place we oughta just put it down as a loss anyway. Dr. Gears: You are probably right. Are you feeling alright? SCP-7700-1: Shaken up a bit. I mean, I was 5 feet from certain death. I don't think it's fully hit me yet. Dr. Gears: I can imagine. But this is not the first time something like this has happened, yes? SCP-7700-1: You talking about the plane thing? Dr. Gears: That and a few other things. The bombing in Russia comes to mind. There is a delay of several seconds before the interview continues SCP-7700-1: You wanna know how I got scarred? Dr. Gears: No. I just want to parse an incongruity. SCP-7700-1: Gears, you'd tell me if they were considering a designation for me, right? Dr. Gears: Do you feel as though you need one? SCP-7700-1: I've survived some things other people didn't. Statistically that's bound to happen from time to time. Dr. Gears: It does seem to happen more often to you than others though, does it not? SCP-7700-1: We work for the Foundation. We're put into life and death situations regularly. If we didn't survive we wouldn't be here to ask how we survived. Dr. Gears: Are you familiar with the De Moirve sensors? SCP-7700-1: I am. Dr. Gears: And? SCP-7700-1: And I think it's more interesting when the character survives. Dr. Gears: What is more interesting? SCP-7700-1: The story. If your characters died every time something bad happened there wouldn't be much of a reason to keep reading. Dr. Gears: Cimmerian, I don't understand. SCP-7700-1: That's because I'm not talking to you. SCP-7700-1 looks directly at the hidden camera recording this interaction. SCP-7700-1: I don't want to die. There. I said it. It's not something I'm proud of, but it is certainly something that's true. I think it's true of a lot of people, actually. It's just such a primal fear that it's hard to put it into words. Actually, let's break out of the box, it's a bit more confining than I'd like. I've always known I don't want to die, on some level, but it wasn't until I started writing on the SCP Wiki that it came into sharp focus. I first found the wiki in 2012, so 10 years ago next month. I was browsing around TV tropes and kept coming across tropes from the wiki on other pages. Eventually I clicked through. It wasn't quite as big at the time, but it was still pretty popular. Then I tried to write something. It was very bad. Hit on all the cliches. It used a copyrighted image. It was on some level embarrassing to me, I think. So I left. I came back in 2014 and tried again. The wiki's attitude at the time wasn't necessarily always positive to new writers, but I persevered and made something that stuck. It also wasn't very good, but it was certainly good enough. And then I bounced around for a while. Finding writers I liked, learning from them, then bouncing off when they disappeared. And on and on and on. Now I'm one of the site's most recognizable authors. Right or wrong, it's certainly true. But what does any of this have to do with my fear of death? I create in order to be unforgettable. To be undeniable. I want to make worlds and stories that will be told long after I'm gone. My immortality is in my work. My work is how I breathe. I create a character that hates himself and people love him. I create continents and forests and mountains and nations with long storied histories and then I shatter them in a moment. It's all there. And it's all a part of me. So always. For all time: Writing is how I know myself. I've always held that to be the truest purpose to creating anything. To know oneself. I started to find patterns in my writing too. I write about immortal white guys. What does that say about me? The white guy part is probably negotiable (though probably speaks to a certain amount of self-projection), but the immortality comes up again and again. It's like I said earlier, I believe it's just that I don't want to die. Then two days ago the roof really did cave in on me and I was left sitting amongst rubble, looking over at the heavy wooden rafters that landed edgewise on where my bed used to be. Rain started pouring in and I had to act to save some stuff but about 2 hours later I finally had a moment to reflect. And I just kinda sat there and stared off into the middle distance, reflecting on the events of the day. Worrying about the future, certainly, but also knowing that I'd come mightily close to the one thing I most fear. Then I finally grabbed the laptop I'd salvaged from the dust and chaos and opened it up. I sat on the floor of my living room, loaded discord and started talking about it. And hours after one of the most horrific things in my life happened to me, my main thought was "I'm gonna write this into my 7k entry. Cause why the fuck not." And here we are. Hope you like it. Cause this just proves what I've always known deep down. One way or another, I'm gonna live forever. Thanks for reading it. And, genuinely, good luck to everyone else. Dr. Gears: So you are saying that you are immortal because your author wants you to live on after he dies? SCP-7700-1 returns his attention to Dr. Gears. SCP-7700-1: I guess? Dr. Gears: We will take that into consideration then. End Log Footnotes 1. A De Moivre is a general measurement of how much a particular incident deviates from standard probabilistic predictions. A higher number indicates a more improbable result. 2. I know we experience unlikely events daily but this should have been investigated more thoroughly when it occurred. ~ Dr. Gears ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7700" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7700. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7701 | keter | Why does it end here? The Conqueror Worm SCP-7701 — The Conqueror Worm Recommended Reading Music Content Warning: Violence, mild gore, explicit self-harm, and suicide. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ⚠️ content warning ↑ Item#: SCP-7701 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-7701 Special Containment Procedures The room containing the passageway to SCP-7701 has been walled off from the rest of the Republic of Moldova's Government House and removed from all public copies of the building's blueprints. SCP-7701 Performance Events are to be recorded by cameras installed within SCP-7701 and automatically transcribed. Transcriptions shall be continually simplified by NOUS.AIC until they are cleared of all infohazardous content. In the event that an individual has been cognitively infected by SCP-7701, the wall blocking SCP-7701's passageway is to be temporarily taken down, so that their body may be interred beneath SCP-7701's stage. Description SCP-7701 is a dilapidated, subterranean theater situated 56 meters below the Great National Assembly Square in Chișinău, Moldova. It was discovered in 1964, shortly following the Government House's construction, when an unrecognized passageway was discovered in the building's basement. As Moldova.Then known as the "Moldavian Soviet Socialist Republic" was a republic of the Soviet Union at that time, GRU Division "P" quickly became aware of the disappearances associated with SCP-7701's discovery and began containment efforts. SCP-7701, along with many other anomalies, came under the Foundation’s jurisdiction following the USSR's dissolution. SCP-7701-B instance, mid-performance. SCP-7701 Performance Events take place, on average, once per month. A Performance Event is composed of four stages: Stage 1: 9-48 SCP-7701-A instances manifest in SCP-7701's seating, each bound to their chair by iron chains. SCP-7701-A instances are grey, nude, androgynous humanoid entities that lack any form of genitalia, with a pair of cauterized stumps protruding between their scapulae. Their heads are enveloped by canvas sacks that have been stained with an undetermined aromatic black substance. SCP-7701-A instances quietly convulse for the duration of the event, softly moaning at random intervals. The emotional quality of their moans (sadness, pain, pleasure, etc.) has not been determined. Long-range energy scans suggest that SCP-7701-A instances each generate approximately 32-48 centiAkivas per second while manifested..Entities that directly serve divine beings generate, on average, 60-75 centiAkivas per second. Stage 2: 3-15 SCP-7701-B instances manifest offstage. SCP-7701-B instances are humanoid entities dressed in clothing resembling that of Venetian masquerades. Instances move in a jerky, lolling, marionette-like manner, speaking with a mixture of Italian, Romanian, French, and Vulgar Latin. Stage 3: SCP-7701-B instances proceed to carry out a theatrical production of a play that was written no later than the 17th century. These performances begin in a manner that is largely accurate to the original script, but increasingly diverge as they go on. Five randomly selected performances are detailed below. Performance Notable Divergences The Bacchae The god Dionysus is frequently described by other characters as “red-faced,” “gleeful,” and “blood-painted.” Rather than seeking to prove his own divinity, as he does in the original text, Dionysus endeavors to demonstrate the godhood of the “Lord of the Noose.” He ultimately dedicates Pentheus’s death to the Lord of the Noose and feeds the cities of Hellas to SCP-7701-C. Hamlet Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are not present for the duration of the play. In Act 1, Prince Hamlet is informed of King Hamlet's assassination by the "Harbinger of Alagadro," rather than the King's ghost. The Harbinger is present in most following scenes, but is only acknowledged by Ophelia shortly before her death. In Act 5, Hamlet's fencing match with Laertes is interrupted by the arrival of SCP-7701-C, which devours the remaining cast. Untitled Play The origin of this play is not known, appearing to be an example of commedia dell'arte..An early form of professional theater that originated in Italy. It is not known if it is a play that was lost to history or was created by SCP-7701 wholesale— as SCP-7701 has not produced an original work before or since, the former is likely the case. Though this performance initially utilizes the tropes and character archetypes associated with commedia dell'arte, the scenes gradually become more violent, eventually degrading into solely portraying gruesome acts of self-mutilation. The play ends when the cast assembles to commit suicide via hanging. Their corpses are then eaten by SCP-7701-C. The Merchant of Venice The play primarily takes place in the "Kingdom of Trinculo" rather than the city of Venice. The narrative otherwise does not diverge until the ostensible end of the play— at which point the character Shylock is approached by a unnamed man in a yellow mask, who offers Shylock a chance at revenge on the people who ruined his life. The play continues for an additional full act, in which Shylock, with the aid of the masked man, inflicts increasingly brutal acts on those who wronged him, cutting a pound of flesh from each victim as he does so. In the final scene, Shylock willingly feeds himself to SCP-7701-C to repay the masked man for services rendered. The Hanged King's Tragedy [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED].Incident 7701-G1: 13 casualties. Subsequently, automated transcription procedures are implemented. Stage 4: As the performance nears its conclusion, SCP-7701-C, a 15.2 m annelid composed of 80-120 flayed human bodies, emerges from beneath the stage to involve itself in the play’s final scenes. This inevitably involves the violent consumption of all manifested SCP-7701-B instances. Upon the performance’s completion, SCP-7701-C will move to the edge of the stage, bow, and crawl under it. All SCP-7701-A instances proceed to dissolve into black smoke over the course of the following 21.5 hours. Addendum: Incident 7701-R9 On 07/01/2007, 28 people in Chișinău, Moldova attempted suicide between 2:25PM and 3:49PM..Movement, indistinct vocalizations, and minor spatial distortions were detected within SCP-7701 during this period. Investigation suggests that no contact of any kind had taken place between all 28 individuals, of whom several commonalities have been determined: Professionally involved in at least one creative field: writing, painting, acting, singing, etc. Experienced one or more chronic psychological and/or sleep disorders. Displayed uncharacteristically energetic/borderline-manic behavior in the days immediately preceding the incident. Attempted suicide via physical self-harm, most commonly through self-inflicted lacerations or hanging. SCP-7701 Stairwell B (07/01/2007 14:28:56) 18 victims expired before medical attention could arrive. 5 victims expired while in emergency care. 3 victims were successfully resuscitated, but expired within the following 48 hours due to complications. Only 2 victims of Incident 7701-R9 are presently alive: Caleb Josan and Sabina Lisnic. Caleb Josan, a musician, experienced severe asphyxia-induced brain damage and is currently in a vegetative state. Sabina Lisnic, an actress, attempted suicide via self-laceration with a kitchen knife, but was walked in on by her roommate, Elena Mardari, who was trained as an EMT. Mardari was able to wrest the knife from Lisnic's hands and successfully staunched her wounds until additional help could arrive. Interviewed: Sabina Lisnic Interviewer: Agent Sturza [Translated from Romanian.] [BEGIN LOG] [Sturza enters Lisnic's hospital room, where she is being kept under observation.] Sturza: How are you feeling today? Lisnic: Like I've been stabbed. Who are you? Sturza: My name is Dr. Tchmil. I'm here to ask you some questions, if you're feeling up to it. Lisnic: What sort of questions? Sturza: Nothing you have to answer if you don't want to. Lisnic: [Pause.] Okay. [Sturza sits beside Lisnic's hospital bed.] Sturza: How do you feel right now? Emotionally, I mean. Lisnic: I don't know… I feel hollow, I think. Like everything inside me has been scooped out with a ladle. [Lisnic laughs humorlessly.] Could be the pain medication talking, though. Sturza: Do you feel the urge to harm yourself? Lisnic: No. Sturza: Do you know why you harmed yourself three days ago? Lisnic: You want to know why I attempted suicide. Sturza: Yes. Lisnic: I did it because it's what I do. Sturza: What do you mean by that? Lisnic: It means what it means. Trying and failing to kill myself is what I do. Coming here to ask me questions is what you do. There is nothing else. Sturza: [Pause.] Are you trying to say that this all was inevitable? Did you expect you'd be stopped by your roommate? Lisnic: Expectations have nothing to do with it. There is only what I do. Sturza: Okay. Can you tell me how you were feeling in the days before you attempted suicide? Lisnic: Normal, I suppose. I'd been seeing things, though. Sturza: You were hallucinating? Lisnic: No. Hallucinations are a sort of fiction— what I was seeing wasn't fake. It was real. More real than anything else. Sturza: What were you seeing? Lisnic: Only little glimpses of things. The borders. I saw curtains in my room, one morning— but they weren't my curtains. They were red and velvet and deeper than the sea. I knew if I touched them I'd be swallowed whole. Another morning, I was the only one who noticed when they turned on the sun a few minutes late. Technical difficulties, you understand. Backstage. Sturza: I see. Lisnic: Once, I saw my roommate sitting in our living room, weeping. She was really sobbing, with big fat tears rolling down her face, snot dribbling from her nose, her shoulders shaking like an earthquake. But she was completely silent. It seemed almost… mechanical. I didn't understand why until a week later, when her fiancé broke up with her— I saw her cry in the exact same way. The exact same tears. It was then when I realized she'd been practicing, before. Like a dress rehearsal. Sturza: Have you seen anything else that felt "extra-real?" Lisnic: Yes. Sturza: [Pause.] Will you tell me? Lisnic: No. It isn't what I do. Sturza: It is if you choose to. Lisnic: You don't understand. That's okay— helping you understand is what I do. Sturza: I'm listening. Lisnic: My doctor left his clipboard on the counter over there. Read it. [Sturza stands and retrieves the clipboard, which holds a copy of Lisnic's medical files. The last page appears to have been torn out. Flipping through it, it becomes apparent that a detailed transcript of Agent Sturza’s day, starting from when he woke up that morning, has been printed on the backs of the documents.] [The final line of the last available page is: “Why does it end here?”] Sturza: [Softly.] What the fuck? [Speaking normally.] Did you do this? Lisnic: I'm not part of the props department. [Sturza scans the transcript, flipping through it several times.] Sturza: Why does it end here? [The ground begins shaking.] Sturza: Sabina. Why does the script end here? What do you need me to understand? [Lights flicker.] Sturza: Sabina! [Lisnic draws an ornate dagger from beneath the hospital bed's blanket.] Lisnic: With this, our tribute, we pay in full. Sturza: Wait—! [Sturza moves to stop Lisnic but isn't fast enough; she drives the blade into her stomach. Lisnic grits her teeth as red stains her bedsheets and drips down her chin.] Lisnic: With this, our blood— [Lisnic wrenches the blade to the side, grunting with exertion. Tearing flesh is audible.] Lisnic: —it is the Hanged King’s. [Sturza retches.] Sturza: Oh, god. [SCP-7701-C erupts from the floor in an explosion of shattered ceramic and splintered wood. It writhes in the light, glistening and tumescent. Its skinless faces are a rictus of euphoric agony. It sings.] Sturza: Fuck! [Sturza draws his concealed service pistol and aims at SCP-7701-C— but does not fire. He winces, clutching his head with his other hand.] Sturza: W-what is this… sound? [As SCP-7701-C continues to sing, Sturza falls to his knees, his gun clattering to the ground as he cradles his head.] Sturza: It’s… beautiful. I never knew. God, I never knew. [Sturza curls into himself, hands fisting in his hair as SCP-7701-C looms over him, its maw dripping with viscous fluid. His head abruptly jerks to the side, as though waking from a dream.] Sturza: No! I don’t… these aren’t my words! These aren’t my— [SCP-7701-C devours Agent Sturza. Lisnic breathes in short, shallow gasps. Her forehead sheens with sweat and her teeth are scarlet.] Lisnic: [Hoarsely.] With… with this… [Weakly clutching the dagger’s pommel with both hands, Lisnic holds it before her, its tip pointed at her chest. SCP-7701-C stills.] Lisnic: With this blade, I give all that I am. [Lisnic’s trembling fingers tighten on the pommel.] Lisnic: It is yours. [SCP-7701-C tears into Lisnic in the exact moment that the dagger plunges into her heart. Wet sounds and crunches are audible as it consumes her. Several moments later, it rises from her overturned bed, turning to face its leering audience. It bows, then exits stage right.] [The curtain falls.] [END OF SCENE] More From This Author More From This Author MontagueETC's Works SCPs SCP-7408 • SCP-6751 • SCP-6462 • SCP-8066 • SCP-6607 • SCP-7376 • SCP-744 • SCP-1908 • SCP-⌘ • SCP-6454 • SCP-8408 • SCP-7009 • SCP-8200 • SCP-7354 • Tales/GoI Formats Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven? • Who Made You? • DR. KONDRAKI CUT UP WHILE THINKING • A Betamax Suicide Note • Omnigenesis and the Law of Blades • Six Codas • Other etcetera, etcetera • MontagueETC's SCiPTEMBER 2022 Art • Art Exchange 2023 | SCP-6759 • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7701" by MontagueETC, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7701. Licensed under CC-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-7702 | safe | close Info X SCP-7702: Dragon's Dream Author: daveyoufool Image: (Daveyoufool made it) ⚠️ Content warning: Extreme body horror. Also, if you have emetophobia, you might want to be careful reading Act IV and the story-within-a-story in Act III. ⚠️ content warning @ NOTICE: You are viewing the iteration of this document prior to Incident-7702-Black. The current iteration is restricted to the involved detachment of Mobile Task Force Nu-7 "Hammer Down" until the threat posed by SCP-7702-D is stabilized. A map of SCP-7702. SCP-7702-A is visible in the center. Item: SCP-7702 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its capabilities, permanent containment of SCP-7702 is not possible. In lieu of this, the Buyan Protocol has been developed at Site-59 to minimize civilian exposure to SCP-7702. Project Buyan consists of the following tools: Buyan-1 is a computer cluster designed to co-opt civilian and military satellite mapping systems to track all SCP-7702 appearances. As such, it can triangulate SCP-7702's new location in a minimum of five minutes after a relocation event. Buyan-2 is an automated webcrawler that locates and suppresses any discussions on the internet about SCP-7702. Buyan-3 is a heavily armored remote-controlled drone driven by propellers. Through the usage of its experimental Buyan-3A module1, it can instantaneously relocate two kilometers above any whole-number latitude/longitude input on Earth. Once a new location is identified and mapped by Buyan-1, Project Buyan staff will examine the surrounding area and determine whether to implement Response Buyan-A or -B. Buyan-A: If SCP-7702 is in an area with a low population density, Foundation Agents will be stationed in the surrounding area to discretely bar civilians from entry. This is to be done with discretion, so as to delay another relocation event for as long as possible. Buyan-B: If SCP-7702 is in an area where a higher population density increases the likelihood of civilian encounters, Buyan-3 is to be deployed to SCP-7702's location and infiltrate the perimeter. The infiltration must be done as noisily and obviously as possible. If this fails to instantly force a relocation event, the drone operator is to take the following actions until relocation is obtained: Vandalism of SCP-7702-A with the onboard paint gun. Flying obnoxiously close to SCP-7702-B. Usage of the onboard speakers to cheerfully inform SCP-7702-B that the area is under SCP Foundation control. Should this fail, the conversation will continue in an increasingly irritating manner. All instances of SCP-7702-C are to be cordoned off from the public under the cover of private land development. Description: SCP-7702 refers to an area of forested wetlands comprising one square kilometer. The interior of SCP-7702 consists of a circular pond surrounded by a thick border of mangroves. The trees have an anomalous repulsive effect on matter trying to pass between them. SCP-7702 is capable of teleportation through unknown means. The range of its teleportation is unknown, but all reported sightings have been in temperate, humid biomes, with most recorded appearances occurring in the Southeastern United States, Africa, and South Asia. Access to SCP-7702 is only possible through an opening on the southern border. the opening leads to a wooden pontoon bridge across the pond to SCP-7702-A. SCP-7702-A refers to a 200 meter x 200 meter x 10 meter barn built on a wooden pier on the center of the pond. The barn has no doors; the only known way to intentionally enter the barn is through a small corrugated-metal shack attached to the southern wall. SCP-7702-B is a humanoid entity of variable appearance. In Buyan-1 surveillance footage, SCP-7702-B is most often seen on a lawn chair next to the shack's entrance. SCP-7702-B changes its appearance and spoken language to suit the community's majority mental image of a hospitable, eccentric, and harmless bartender. When provoked, SCP-7702-B can trigger a relocation event by clapping. These are most often provoked by what SCP-7702-B perceives to be anyone who, in its own words, "came for something other than a drink." The only other known anomalous capability of SCP-7702-B is that its urine has a pH of 0.5. (See addendum) Areas previously occupied by SCP-7702 become instances of SCP-7702-C: a one-square-kilometer patch of thin, black slime primarily consisting of genetic material that does not correspond to any mundane organism. Making physical contact with the slime causes a human subject to experience an intense feeling of paranoia, which ends once the slime is removed. It's unknown what happens to anything within SCP-7702's new location before it materializes, but nothing has been recovered. Behavior: SCP-7702-B uses SCP-7702 to lure humans into SCP-7702-A. Through unknown means, the appearance of SCP-7702 triggers rumors in the surrounding community of a secret bar where "the best drink in the Universe" is served. The name and type of the purported beverage is inconsistent, usually aligning with the community's preference. Once a human subject arrives, SCP-7702-B welcomes them inside the shack for a sample of the beverage. While SCP-7702-B will allow a subject to refuse the offer and leave, no subject who has accepted the offer has ever been recovered. Exploration: On 1/12/22, Undercover Foundation researchers in the extradimensional space known as The Wanderer's Library reported consistencies between SCP-7702 and a predatory entity in Corbenic known as [DATA EXPUNGED]. To properly assess this relationship, an undercover exploration of SCP-7702 was ordered for 2/5/22. In addition to a hidden body camera, the agent involved would be implanted with SCP-2922 in order to explain, if needed, the post-mortem effects of SCP-7702. Though this was meant to be done with a D-class staff member, Dr. Amelia Salas, a researcher at Site-59, expressed great interest and volunteered for the mission. From: Lisle Naismith [pcs.noitadnuof|htimsianl#pcs.noitadnuof|htimsianl] To: Overseer Council Subject: Personnel Change Request Relevant Employee Information: Personal Details Name: Dr. Amelia Victoria Salas Maldonado Gender: Female Age: 27 Birthplace: Albuquerque, New Mexico Languages Spoken: English, Spanish, Japanese Specialty: Anomalies involving electronics, computers, and radio waves Additional Skills: Attained a fifth-dan ranking in kendo as a civilian; often called in for testing with sword anomalies Professional Details Position: Class-C Researcher at Site-59 Security Clearance: Level 4 Currently Assigned Item: SCP-2527 Previously Assigned Items: (abridged list — more information available in her SCiPnet listing.) SCP-7373 SCP-3162 SCP-3137 SCP-2845 SCP-3034 — Note: Used experimental radio-wave hacking technology to identify the entity responsible for the transmissions. Due to the resulting intense psychological trauma, amnestics were issued. SCP-2803 — Note: Longest assignment. Developed a pacifying rapport with SCP-2803-A. Upon leaving, Dr. Salas was named "honeraryee TotleighSoft SHAR HLODER off teh MUNF!" (sp) by SCP-2803-A. SCP-231 — Note: Due to staff shortages and logistical issues, Dr. Salas was called in on 4/19/21 to oversee Procedure 110-Montauk. Amnestics were issued immediately thereafter. Council, I've been looking into the history of the volunteer you've allowed to participate in the upcoming 2922-assisted exploration of SCP-7702. I'd be the last to deny that she has - at one point - been a valuable asset here at Site-59. The aspect of sending her on a potential suicide mission sobers me. But that's not why I'm making this request. Site-59's internal mental health department has brought an important variable to my attention. There have been reports of Dr. Salas remembering things she shouldn't have. Nothing illicit, but seemingly mundane information, such as what her breakfast was on the morning before she was amnesticized. There is a nonzero chance that Dr. Salas is immune to amnestics. This is only hypothetical, of course. I'm doubtful that the cause is anomalous; more likely, the product of genetics and incompatible brain chemistry. But if true, this would be the first recorded case of this condition, which the research team and I have since named Myosotis2. I suppose if you extrapolated this problem, we would need to screen all employees for potential Myosotis. On a more relevant note, if Dr. Salas does indeed have Myosotis, then that would mean she remembers having assisted with some of the most mentally scarring assignments we have to offer — including Procedure 110-Montauk, the containment procedures for SCP-2845, and [5/████ CLEARANCE REQUIRED]. In all likelihood, she puts up a front of ignorance to avoid termination, while internally processing an inordinate amount of psychological trauma when alone. The behavioral citations may also have something to do with this. Over the course of her five years of service, I've personally seen her grow more bitter, aggressive, and melancholy by the day. The only times she shows any positive emotions anymore are when she's destroying our morale with tasteless wisecracks. Her poor attitude has alienated her colleagues save for a handful of friends in the IT department, and even they have to walk on eggshells to keep her from cursing someone out. This has also negatively affected her performance. She only really shines when she's working with TotleighSoft anomalies. Word of mouth among staff is that she finds something in the blind naivete of "P. Hudson Gock" that makes her feel nostalgia for when she was still dreaming of joining the Foundation one day, rather than actually participating. (When she first joined us, her enthusiasm for the science of anomalies was infectious. Truth be told, I find it hard to hold this negativity against her — if even the brightest mind among us were resistant to amnestics, they, too, would be struggling like this.) The point is, Dr. Salas's mind is in a very bad place right now, so she may not have volunteered in good faith. I believe she's trying to use an anomaly with a near-100% disappearance rate as a means of suicide. Consider this my request to remand Dr. Salas into observation until an alternative method of amnestics can be implemented. - Director Naismith From: Overseer Council To: Lisle Naismith [pcs.noitadnuof|htimsianl#pcs.noitadnuof|htimsianl] Subject: Personnel Change Request Request denied. Send her into SCP-7702 as planned. "Myosotis" is definitely worth looking into, but it's still only a hypothesis. More research is needed before this condition can be a deciding factor in our operations. As for Dr. Salas — your concern for your employees' well-being is commendable. But you would do well to remember how common it is for civilians to grow to hate their job without supernatural aid. SCP-7702 has not yet appeared in Central Park on a hot day. But the fact that this is hypothetically possible means that we can't waste any more time in finding a way to prevent that from happening. Besides, if she does want to die, then that makes her a more ethical candidate for this investigation than someone who doesn't. - O5-2 Investigation Log - 2/5/22 (The time is 12:59 EST. Dr. Salas activates the hidden camera on her lapel as she steps on the pontoon bridge.) (Proceeding down the bridge, Salas swats away a swarm of gnats.) Salas: Fuck off. (More gnats surround her as she approaches SCP-7702-A. One lands on the camera lens.) Salas: (mumbling) It's all coming together. This state has more than enough land assholes. They gotta fill the air with assholes too. That's science. (She smashes the gnat on the camera, causing severe turbulence in the footage.) (The sudden movement has startled SCP-7702-B awake from a nap in its chair. SCP-7702-B takes the appearance of a middle-aged Caucasian man with a Cajun accent. He wears a striped outfit with a bowtie typical of turn-of-the-century American bartenders.) SCP-7702-B: Aw, hell, did I die in my sleep? Cause you got a look about the eyes like you're the grim reaper himself. Rest of you ain't too bad, though! Rawr. Salas: Thanks for the opinion. Eat a dick. SCP-7702-B: Speakin' of which, I assume you're here 'bout L'Orgasmaise? Salas: The what, now? (SCP-7702-B gasps with delight. He stands up.) SCP-7702-B: My sister in Christ, you don't know about L'Orgasmaise?! Salas: I'm too thirsty to know or care what that is. Do you have something to drink? SCP-7702-B: Ain't that a coincidence. L'Orgasmaise is absolutely something to drink. It is the thing to drink! It's a special kinda moonshine made from a recipe found scrawled on the wall of a dead lunatic's cell in a Baton Rouge asylum. The poor bastard up and went nuts in pursuit of the greatest white lightning on Earth. And he died for it — but the minute he walked past them gates, all the purdiest angels in Heaven lined up two-by-two just to yank up their skirts and twiddle his pickle, 'cause hot DAMN did he ever succeed in what he set out to do! (Salas audibly tries to force a more pleasant tone of voice.) Salas: You know something? I genuinely hate you. Get me your drink and fuck off. SCP-7702-B: That's the spirit, cher! Less talkie, more drinkie. Come on in and drink you some. First one's free! (Salas follows SCP-7702-B into the shack. They sit down at opposite ends of a circular patio table lit by a single kerosene lamp. There's a damp wooden door in the back. A streak of dried blood on the rug leads to the bottom of the door.) (SCP-7702-B pulls out a blurry glass bottle and two shot glasses from a nearby cabinet.) Salas: How can I be sure this isn't just cyanide? SCP-7702-B: Alors pas, darlin' — I'm havin' a shot, too. What's wrong? Have I given you any reason not to trust me? What lies have them Foundation eggheads been tellin' ya? Salas: What "Foundation?" (SCP-7702-B snickers. He leans down and addresses her hidden camera directly.) SCP-7702-B: Check out your girl, all "wHaT fOuNdAtIoN?" (Judging from the sound and SCP-7702-B's reaction, Salas reaches for her gun.) SCP-7702-B: Awww, ain't no need for that, sugarplum! Salas: Give me one reason why not. SCP-7702-B: Just one? Aim higher! I could give ya twelve. Salas: Enough with the bullshit. SCP-7702-B: D'accord, d'accord… (SCP-7702-B's voice completely changes. It drops the accent and addresses Salas with a somber but sympathetic tone.) SCP-7702-B: So long as we're both dropping the act, let's start over. Good afternoon, Dr. Amelia Salas. (Salas's heart rate in the corner of the camera feed spikes.) SCP-7702-B: I've heard a great deal about you from my master. He knows what the Foundation has made you go through. I've seen the memories you've been trying to purge for five years. Salas: How much does your "master" know? (SCP-7702-B glances at the camera, then back to Salas.) SCP-7702-B: Enough to know that you deserve better. So here's my question to you: we both know what the Foundation wants here, but what do you want? Salas: To get this bullshit investigation over with. SCP-7702-B: But after that? … (Salas places her elbows on the table and holds her forehead in her hands.) Salas: …I want it to stop. SCP-7702-B: And "it" is… Salas: Everything! Fucking everything, all right?! I wanna go back to ten years ago when I didn't know anything about the Foundation. It's… look, I wanna get it off my chest, but there's not a lot I can ethically justify explaining to an enemy. SCP-7702-B: Who says you have to be literal about it? Just look at Aesop. He knew that his morals wouldn't have had such lasting power unless he used talking animals. Salas: I guess. I've done things for the safety of the world that require me to… tear out my "I'm still a good person" gland and throw it away. Then immediately afterwards, they give me a prosthetic gland as compensation. But they never have the prosthetic in my size — and if I let them know that, I'm dead. SCP-7702-B: I'm sorry, but that's objectively the shittiest metaphor I've ever heard. Salas: Fuck off. SCP-7702-B: But let's work with it anyway. When you have to tear it out again, do you just tear out something else inside you to keep up the illusion — until you're empty? Salas: …pretty much, yeah. (SCP-7702-B nods, then pours out two shots of the substance in the bottle — a greenish-brown liquid similar in consistency to olive oil.) SCP-7702-B: My master has spoken. He says he'll give you the peace you seek. There are two ways we could go about giving it to you. The first… (SCP-7702-B waves its free hand. Seventeen rusty pipes with sharpened tips fly up from the floor. They float in the air around Salas. She looks around to see what's going on. The camera moves with her enough to display that the bladed end of the pipe is pressing against her femoral artery.) (Her heart rate doubles in the corner of the screen.) SCP-7702-B: ..that's the easy option. But any reward you get out of it will be over before it can be enjoyed. Salas: And what's the other option? (SCP-7702-B grabs one of the full shot glasses and motions for Salas to do the same. She does, causing the pipes to fall against the floor all at once.) SCP-7702-B: It's this. You've probably inferred by now that it isn't whiskey. Salas: Then what is it? SCP-7702-B: I can't truly explain it in any way that makes sense to a human. So here's the short answer: it's the only path to the true serenity that self-important traitors like JALAKÅRA have denied your race. The only way to truly exist. (Seven seconds of silence. The glass quivers in Salas's hand.) Salas: What does it taste like? SCP-7702-B: Orange Faygo. Salas: Fuck it, sold. (They toast. Salas drinks it quickly.) (The heart rate suddenly shifts to zero, where it remains. She falls backwards in her chair.) (SCP-7702-B looms over her. It grins menacingly at the hidden camera. It indicates the full glass of liquid in its hand before shattering it against the wall.) (Over the next minute, SCP-7702-B drags Salas's body into SCP-7702-A. Only bits and pieces of the ceiling can be seen through the camera. Hundreds of flies appear in every sunbeam peeking through the cracked roof.) (The labored breathing of an enormous, unidentified animal can be heard on the other side of the barn.) (Salas falls approximately three meters down a pit in the floor. The sound of her landing is soft and wet. It's too dark to see. More flies are heard.) (SCP-7702-B falls into the pit feet-first. It turns over Salas's body and removes the camera from her blazer. In the process of moving the camera, it's shown that Salas has been placed on top of an unidentifiable amount of decomposing human bodies.) (After climbing up a ladder back to the floor of SCP-7702-A, SCP-7702-B places the camera on the floor. The accent from the initial meeting returns.) SCP-7702-B: Alors, before I pack my bags again, I got a present for y'all. This here's a performance art piece I like to call "La seule chose que je dis à la Fondation", and it goes a little somethin' like this… (SCP-7702-B disrobes and starts angrily urinating on the camera. The feed cuts off seven seconds later.) (Note: The camera's remains were recovered in the resulting instance of SCP-7702-C, along with a small puddle of the caustic substance that destroyed it.) Update: Immediately following Dr. Salas's death in the investigation, the phone at Site-59 assigned to her SCP-2922 implant received 2,384 voicemail messages over the course of five seconds. (It is unknown how SCP-2922 was able to circumvent the phone's data storage limits.) Efforts to transcribe the messages and to contact Dr. Salas are ongoing via Project Thökk… @ + Project Thökk Logs, Part 1 of 2 [abridged] - [Close] Notice from the Project Thökk Transcription Team First of all, this log has been abridged to allow for only the significant portions. For the unabridged log, please contact us directly. I've heard reports from the telepathy research department about Dr. Salas's particular iteration of SCP-2922. They've been tinkering with a copy of the SCP-2922 to make a newer version that could better help the exploration of areas like Corbenic. This prototype version was given to Salas. What this means in the way of transcription is that the logs also pick up any noise picked up by Salas's ears. We don't believe that Salas was aware that she had transmitted some of these. - Keith Pauling, Chief Transcription Liaison for Project Thökk Project Thökk Transmission #1 (The sound of a light breeze blowing through dense foliage is heard.) Salas: …there's an afterlife, isn't there? Godfuckingdammit. (Footsteps through thick grass, presumably Salas's.) You know what I hate the most about 2922? No dial tone. You can never tell if it's working. So I'm just gonna leave this shit on for as long as possible until someone picks up the phone. Shouldn't be too hard. Anyway, hey guys, it's me, Janet Spiegel of the Three Moons Initiative. I hate you guys so much that I ditched my husband to eat the Spider God's asshole for eternity or whatever. (She chuckles.) FOR SECURITY PURPOSES I SHOULD CLARIFY THAT I'M KIDDING. …fuckin' tightwads. Last thing I can remember was having a shot of something that absolutely did not taste like Orange Faygo. My chest seized up as soon as the first drop hit my tongue. I heard my head crack against the floor. It sounded like someone breaking a handful of chalk by squeezing their fist. It disturbed me, all right. But in terms of pain…is it weird that dying was just mildly uncomfortable, at the worst? That poison must have also numbed me. OH! That reminds me! I'm dead, so I'm no longer under the disciplinary team's jurisdiction. With that in mind, here's my uncensored opinion of everyone at Site-59, in alphabetical order… [This section ran for 28 minutes and 15 seconds. The transcription team has voted unanimously against adding it to the record.] …eh, I'll just finish this later once I remember that janitor's name. But it's not like I have anything better to do, so I'll describe my surroundings. Sky: pastel pink. Overcast with white clouds. I can't find the sun, but it's pretty hot here; I'd say 30° C. I'm in a rainforest with some white limestone plateaus in the near distance. I'm surrounded by navy-blue ferns, green-petaled sunflowers, and black ponds. Everything's wet. The air smells like a mile-high heap of ground cinnamon - it's hard to breathe sometimes. The only animals I've seen so far are these tiny black & white frogs. Their front legs are the amphibian equivalent of bat wings. They don't croak or chirp, they just make this low booming moan sound, loud enough for a creature twenty times its size. They can fly and swim, but they seem to have trouble walking. There's a ton of these little fuckers. What's more, I woke up with my clothes. Or at least I think they are. It takes the appearance and color of what I was wearing, but the material feels different — almost like dry leaves. I felt some vines under the small of my back snap as I got up. I'm starting to think that some kind of jungle plant grew some clothes around me. That's… nice of that plant, I guess. Bet it didn't think I'd reward it with mutilation. Lemme check where my back was. (Her footsteps sound again.) Yep, the clothes plant is dead. Look, I've heard talk about 7702 being associated with Corbenic, but this isn't like anything from the reports from Galahad. This ain't Corbenic. Part of me still doubts Corbenic even exists in the first place. I don't know what the hell this place is. Then again, I also haven't moved more than five feet from where I woke up. You know what? I'll go ahead and give this dimension a serious look-around for y'all — but only on the condition that if other humans find it, we don't start immediately murdering the natives and putting Burger Kings over their monuments. I don't wanna put "I helped with that" on my resume. (She laughs sardonically. The laughter quickly fades.) On second thought, I've done worse by default. (Leaves are heard violently rustling nearby.) Huh? (There's a sudden, piercing sound that has the properties of a howl, a purr, and a battle cry. While menacing, there's also an inexplicably joyful tone in the sound.) Project Thökk Transmission #2 (Salas breaths heavily.) Salas: So, uh, think I lost him for now. I wanna say I ran into some kind of local apex predator, but… it was wearing pants. Just, these baggy and crudely-woven linen trousers. But it was trying to pounce on me teeth-first. I feel like knowing why the local carnivore wears pants is above my pay grade, and— (The sound happens again.) Salas: Aaaand, here he is now. Say hi, jackass. (Snarling. The sound of a struggle.) [Note: The tone of Salas's voice carries a different cadence than her telepathic transmissions. Hereafter, "(V)" will be used to indicate what she speaks rather than what she thinks, whereas (M) will denote mental transmissions.] Salas (V): Get the fuck off me! (The struggle stops.) (The entity that made the howling noise vocalizes questioningly.) Salas (V): What?! (It speaks in a raspy and animalistic basso-profundo tone, notably masculine.) Entity: The food talks? Salas (V): Call me "the food" again. Do it. (The entity groans with disappointment. Its body can be heard slumping off of Salas's.) Entity: Talk-food is not eat-food. Salas (V): The hell are you talking about? Entity: Um… were you really looking forward to being eat-food? Sorry to disappoint you. I mean, if it's anything, I do think you look tasty, it's just — I don't know how to describe it, but eating talk-food always has this big pile of sad about it afterwards, you know? Salas (V): I am not food. Entity: Look, talk-food, I dunno how to tell you this, but everything in the Universe is either food or try-real-hard-food. Salas (V): My name is Amelia. Entity: Melyah-food! That's a new one. Salas (V): FUCK OFF! (The entity gasps with delight.) Entity: I like yelling, too! Salas (V): Ugh, just— Entity: YELLING! YEEEELLLIIIING! (It laughs triumphantly.) Entity: You must be a warrior. I like you! Salas (V): That's great. I want to bash your fucking head in. Entity: See? Warrior! If my intuition is correct — and it never isn't not incorrect — I think the good talk-foods of Beaconridge are also gonna make liking-you noises at you. Salas (V): Stop touching my face. Now. (The Entity can be heard backing away.) Salas (V): Thank you. Entity: Did you just issue me an order? …and then thank me for my service? By the mist below! Do you have any idea what this means?! Salas (V): That you understand the bare minimum about personal boundaries. Entity: It means you're also a KING! (The entity's body slams against the ground, presumably in prostration.) Entity: Sire! … Salas (V): I'm leaving. Do not follow me. (Footsteps. The entity's voice is now in the distance.) Entity: Awaiting your next command, Melyah-King! Salas (V): I'M A FUCKING WOMAN. Entity: Forgive me, Melyah-KingWarrriorTalkFoodWoman! Project Thökk Transmission #3 (Trickling water.) Salas (M): Finally got some distance between me and the weirdo. Sitting by a stream. Found some small fish that were pretty mundane-looking until I saw their folded-up arthropod legs. The fish don't talk — which means they can't say stupid crap about talk-food, so they're now tied with the flying frogs for my favorite animals here. Now that I think about it, this could part of Corbenic after all. Maybe a very distant part of it where you can't see the Moons. I say this because all the cuts and scrapes I took from fighting off that freak healed back up in less than five minutes. Save for the memories of taking the blows, I feel good as new. Speaking of that guy earlier — and he seemed pretty masculine, so I'm calling him a guy until I learn otherwise — I should probably describe him while I still have some peace and quiet. For starters, I got a closer look at the pants. They're not actually linen. I think they might be made from the woven fibers of an extremely soft and pliable kind of wood. I hope it chafes like hell. Bipedal, four limbs, stood upright, thin, a human mouth…But that's where the similarities to a human end. He's covered in these smooth scales that are dull-golden in color. There are black circles around his eyes — not like it's from fatigue, more like two permanent black eyes. Black lips. Fangs, blue eyes with pupils like vertical slits. A nose more like a cat than that of a primate. Four-fingered hands tipped with black claws. I didn't get a good look at his feet — I think he keeps his heels hidden in his pants, always standing on his three lanky tiptoes. No nipples or bellybutton. At first I thought he had this huge head of fluffy white hair — it's feathers. Long white feathers, dotted here and there with smaller red ones, sticking up half a meter from his head. Down his back. On the backs of his forearms. It smells like wildflowers. In short, he looks like the eventual genetic result of a thousand generations of every animal in the world systematically fucking each others' brains out. Oh, I almost forgot to mention the weirdest part: he's about three meters tall, at the absolute least. Whenever he spoke to me, he had to squat like a Russian teenager. He'd touch my face every now and then. It didn't feel like he was asserting dominance or anything, more like…exploring? He must have been curious. (Sigh.) Now that I think about it, he didn't seem malicious at all once he found out I could talk. In his own way, he was trying to treat me like a guest. Maybe I was too hard on him. Then again, I'm dead, so he did meet me at a pretty stressful time of my life. I hope I get see him again so we can explain ourselves better. So, until he tells me his name, I'm gonna call him… Tallboy, I guess? Reasons being: 1. He's pretty tall, and 2. I miss booze… …oh, my God, that's right. I don't know if this dimension has anything I could get drunk with. … That one lab report in sixth grade. We had to make wine out of grape juice from concentrate. They even let us sip a little for posterity. Everyone but me said it tasted awful. How did we do it?! The one time in my life I have to reverse-engineer it, and…why the fuck didn't I pay attention?! … (The sound of a human fist hitting a tree at a high velocity.) Project Thökk Transmission #4 (Aggressive splashing noises.) Salas (M): Heh, yeah, it's me again. Listen… remember when I said I hoped I'd get to see Tallboy again? Entity Tallboy: Melyah! MELYAAAAH! Salas (M): Kill me. (Even more aggressive splashing.) Tallboy: (Unintelligible; closest approximation is "look how many fish I can fit in my mouth!") Salas (V): Yes. Yes. You are an excellent hunter-gatherer. Go away. Tallboy: (Unintelligible) (Splashing noises, followed by fast-approaching stomping.) Salas (V): What are you doing…? (The stomping grows closer.) Salas (V): No! STOP THAT—! (Squishing, flapping sounds. Amelia screams and chokes.) Tallboy: Astounding! That's even more fish than I started out with. You'll fit right in at Beaconridge, my dear talk-food! Salas (V): (Muffled yelling.) Project Thökk Transmission #5 (A campfire crackles nearby.) Tallboy: …so you're telling me that your species doesn't like being fish-throated? (Salas's struggles to speak for a few seconds, but her throat regenerates.) Salas (V): I mean, if you did that in my world, I'd choke and die. Tallboy: What is "die?" Salas (V): Well, it's— Salas (M): Hang on, no. I don't wanna deal with the philosophical implications of introducing the concept of death to a world that knows nothing about it. Tallboy: Ohhh, do you mean the thing the fish do when you hit them a lot? Salas (V): I — yes, that's exactly what happens. Their wounds don't regenerate? Tallboy: They stop moving forever, if that's what you mean. The smaller animals can't heal like we do. Salas (V): So what's your word for when a fish does that? Tallboy: Dinner! Salas (M): …don't laugh — dont encourage him — stiff upper lip, Amy… Tallboy: Why do you smile? Salas (M): FUCKING SHIT ON A ROUNDED WHORETANGLE. Tallboy: Ah, I'm sure you've got your secret Melyah-King reasons for smiling. Reminds me, though — have I told you my name yet? Salas (V): I don't think you have. Tallboy Feck: I'm Feck. I don't know how to spell it, but this one guy in Beaconridge says it's "F-E-C-K." Salas (V): Lemme guess, is he Irish? Feck: What is "Irish?" Salas (V): (With an Irish accent) Does he talk like this, boyo? Feck: (Tiny gasp) You know him! Salas (M): Called it. Salas (V): Not him, just where he came from before he went to, uh… what do you call this place, anyway? Feck: The part you want to see is Beaconridge. The rest? Like here? This forest? Those mountains? The mist below the cliff? (He sighs sadly.) …the name of this place is "the reason you'll want to stay in Beaconridge." (Sounds consistent with a large man standing up from a log.) Listen - not even a warrior-king like you would be safe out here for much longer. If I promise not to fish-throat you again, could I take you to Beaconridge? Project Thökk Transmission #6 Salas (M): Finally found the real name for this dimension: it's called "Kegelapan." True to my guess, Beaconridge is Kegelapan's human settlement. It's bigger than I anticipated; I'd say between 400-600 people live here. Apparently every human who lives here fell for SCP-7702-B's little trick at one point or another, whether or not they remember it. The only exception is Lord Vee, who's just… always been here, and he doesn't remember why. (More on Lord Vee in a moment.) Feck took me as far as the gate. He refused to go in. He had this look about his face that was between sad and humorous when he said he wasn't allowed in. I'm still not sure what exactly he was talking about, but here's what Feck told me about his standing in Beaconridge… Feck, his twin sister Trow3, and this human king named Lord Vee have been living in Kegelapan longer than any of the other humans here — so long that their memory only goes a few decades back. Vee rules the humans in Beaconridge, Feck guards the humans of Beaconridge from the jungle's monsters, and Trow… Trow's the local Grinch. Feck's the only one who shows any positive emotion when he speaks of her, and even he's a little conflicted. Maybe it's because they're family? She lives up high in the nearby plateaus. (Again, Grinch.) She hates the crap out of humans — especially Vee — and sends these monsters called "Scrapes" every now and then to carry off whatever prisoners they can. And wouldn't you know it, that's also the reason that Feck can't enter the town. Vee thinks very highly of Feck, but everyone else… well, being Trow's brother carries the typical guilt-by-association bullshit. So he's been trying to fight off Trow's monsters to get back on the town's good side. He's been trying for decades now, and not making much headway. He can only live in a nasty little cave in a hill over Beaconridge, where he rests in-between guard duties. I really hope someone goes out there to be his friend. Maybe he's completely insufferable, but who wouldn't be after decades of being treated like him? … …I swear to God, if I'm actually getting emotionally invested in this giant golden moron, I'm gonna pluck out my eyeballs and eat them on garlic toast. Project Thökk Transmission #10 Salas (M): Getting settled in here in Beaconridge. Everyone speaks the same language here; my guess is that it's a perception-filter situation. Just to confirm, I spoke with this one priest dude who said he only spoke English. I asked him several questions in Spanish and Japanese, and he understood them perfectly. The whole town's on the edge of a cliff over a huge chasm. No one's seen the bottom of the chasm — there's this pale green mist all over the bottom. (That's where they get the name of a town, by the way. The edge of the cliff is marked by purple-flamed torches after dark.) Most basic amenities (food, clothes, etc.) come from these little plants called "serfblooms" growing at the edges of town. The first serfbloom I dealt with was the one that grew clothes around me. Having clothes grown around you is just as much of a daily ritual here as brushing your teeth. The main industry here comes in the form of the "finders." Everyone either is a finder or wants to eventually become one. Finders like rappelling down the cliff and into the caves on the side. Apparently the caves are full of random treasure. And I mean really random — it's never shit like diamonds or jewelry, but food, books from different worlds, animals, livestock, toys, clothes — sometimes it's the most mundane shit, other times it's the kind of things you'd expect to find contained at one of our facilities. You'd think the caves would run out of this stuff — but no, it's a different cave with different stuff every day. Brownie points to whoever their god is for finding a way to alleviate boredom. The biggest find last week was a unicorn. And not even a figurative unicorn or a statue of one, I mean an honest-to-god white unicorn. I saw it shown off the town square. …poor little shit's covered in fleas. I'm about to meet Lord Vee for my intake. Vee's right-hand man is this buff guy with curly hair. He answers to "The Greek." (His proper name must be an unlockable privilege for the local-est of locals.) The Greek doesn't say much, but ever since I brought up the Foundation, I don't think he trusts me that much… Project Thökk Transmission #11 The Greek: Conduct yourself with reverence when the curtain opens. You cannot kill Lord Vee, but it is entirely possible to ruin his day, and that is equally unforgivable. Salas (V): Okay, but where did I indicate that I had any interest in killing him? The Greek: Where did I indicate that you are entitled to my trust, woman?! Salas (M): I hope you get a Lego stuck under your right eyelid and it cheese-graters your eye into a fine, gelatinous sludge over the course of twelve years. Salas (V): Fair enough! (A curtain is drawn back.) The Greek: Master. Salas (M): That is a nine year old Mormon boy sitting on a throw pillow. Vee: That's a Dr. Amelia Salas, all right. Wa-ooooh. Salas (M): …who talks like an old chain smoker on quaaludes. Yeah, why not? Vee: See what I did there, that was me drawing out "wow" for a long time. Makes it two syllables. Salas (V): Yeah, I figured. Are you all right? Vee: Pardon? Salas (V): It's just, you seem a little… The Greek: She has disrespected you, sire. Shall I throw her off the cliff? Salas (M): Shit. (Vee suddenly breaks into sleepy fits of giggling.) Vee: Noooooo! No no no nooo! Don't do her a throw off the cliff! You're so silly. See, Dr. Salas, I'm feeling a little loopy because I'm in the middle of some very intense meditation. (Vee slaps a hand repeatedly against something.) Salas (M): Just noticed this now. His right hand is bulky. It's covered by an ornately woven silk handkerchief of some sort. Vee: I'm an Esto practicioner. Esto is the art of attaining true happiness. My forefathers perfected it over many ages. I'm one of the last people alive who can teach it. I'm teaching the Greek right now. Aren't I? (The Greek chuckles through his nose haughtily.) The Greek: There is no purer satisfaction. But I have only scraped the surface as of yet. Even a man like the Buddha could only dream of what Lord Vee has achieved. Vee: So don't mind me if I seem a little silly. How about you, Dr. Salas? What brings you here? Salas (V): I mean, if you know my name, you probably know how I got here. Vee: Sure! But I wanna hear your answer. Salas (V): Okay, well… (Salas explains the story so far.) Vee: WA-oooh. Salas (V): Yeah. Vee: …to clarify, that was me taking "wow" and— Salas (V): Y-yeah, you don't have to tell me that again. Vee: Well, usually when people get this far in Beaconridge, they wanna learn how to be a finder. Who knows what you'll find in the caves? You could even find your way back home. Salas (M): I would rather shit into my open mouth than go back to being the Foundation's traumatic memory pincushion. Salas (V): I hope I find something else. Vee: (Laughing) Don't shit into your open mouth! That's silly! Salas (M): …can this little fucker read my thoughts? Vee: Your thoughts are silly. Salas (M): I did not mean to call you that. Vee: Well, I can see your thoughts. I can see what you want. You've seen a universe that's unsalvageably chaotic. You've been forced to compromise every value that separates you from monsters in the name of job safety. When you started working for the Foundation, you wanted to use the power of science to save the world. You spent your tenure at Site-59 being told, over and over, that there's nothing to save but the status quo. So what do you want? Salas (V): I want it to stop. Vee: You want a fight you can win. Something you can save without complications. Salas (V): I want it to stop. Vee: But what's "it"? … Salas (V): Fighting a losing battle. (Vee giggles again.) Vee: I talked to Mr. Feck. He says you're a warrior. Salas (V): He only called me that because he heard me yell a few times. By that logic, he'd probably think a trombone is a warrior. (The sound of metal being drawn against metal is heard.) Salas (M): Vee just pulled a sword out of thin air. A European hand-and-a-half longsword, by the looks of it. Vee: This was found in the cave last month. Wes was the finder, so it belonged to him. Salas (V): And where's Wes? Vee: The Scrapes took him away. … It belongs to you now. Project Thökk Transmission #15 (Fires crackle. A church bell rings. Some people are yelling indistinct evacuation orders.) Salas (M): I finally got a look at one of those "Scrape" things. Imagine a sea urchin, but every spine is the blade of an old, rusty pair of scissors with a poisoned tip. The spines can bend enough that they can be walked on like a hundred disorganized pairs of legs. Each Scrape's about the size of one of a U-Haul truck. They carry their victims away by impaling them on the tips of their spines like decorations. And worst of all… (A high-pitched chirping noise accompanies the scraping of metal on cobblestones.) Salas (M): …their voices are so fucking cute. Project Thökk Transmission #16 Salas (V): …but you have a goddamn pitchfork. There's a bulbous wad of flesh in the middle of each and every one of them. How many arteries could you sever at once with a single thrust? Farmer: They're invincible. Salas (V): You literally just said that their wounds don't regenerate fifty-three seconds ago. Another Farmer: Leave him alone! His son was taken by the Scrapes. Salas (V): Then let's avenge him! Farmer: My son said the same things you do. Merchant: So what if they can die? Lord Vee said that fighting a Scrape is forbidden to everyone but Feck. Salas (V): So, what, is this what fucking happens when everyone in a town full of puppets asks the Blue Fairy to turn them into a real BITCH?! Priest: Your need inner peace. Have you tried the Way of Esto? Project Thökk Transmission #17 (The church bells sound more quickly. Scrapes can be heard chirping in a dissonant chorus. Every so often, one screams a little shriller, followed by the clattering of steel on the ground.) (Feck laughs though his warbling war-cry.) Feck: WAR-FOOD! (Flesh tears from flesh. Feck gargles liquid that pours into his mouth.) (Running footsteps. The gargling draws closer.) Feck: Melyah?! Salas (V): Yo. Feck: It's nice to see you, but the not-getting-hurt direction is the other way. Salas (V): That's great. I have a sword and I need an outlet for my anger issues. Feck: What is "outlet?" Salas (V): Fuck you. Feck: You're still running in the get-stabbed-a-lot direction. Curious as to why. Salas (V): Don't care. Wounds regenerate. Gonna fight the Scrapes. Feck: But can you use the war-hurt-thing? (Wet, squelching noise. Feck vocalizes in brief, extreme pain.) Feck: I see. Very good! (More Scrape vocalizations. The noise converges on Salas.) Salas (M): …am I supposed to not be feeling this much pain? Did my nervous system just quit?! (Wet stabbing noises. She shrieks.) Salas (M): Mommy, I would like to go home now. (A series of brief, rapid chirping. It sounds vaguely like laughter.) Salas (V): Stop JUDGING ME! (Stab. A Scrape cries out in extreme pain.) Salas (M): Oh my sweet merciful shit, that actually worked. (The Scrapes chirp nervously.) Salas (M): It just fell apart with one thrust. Is that normal? I mean, Feck's been ripping them apart by the blades, but… (Feck chuckles.) Feck: They're scared, Melyah. I've destroyed many. But they've never seen your kind do it. (The Scrapes' movements fade into the distance.) Salas (M): I don't know what to say. When's the last time I felt like this? It's… nice. Salas (V): Hey, Feck? Feck: HA! Forgetting my name is an enemy in itself, and you have destroyed that as well! Salas (V): Can we, I dunno, do this again sometime? Feck: The war-food comes always. If you enjoy their coming, you'd be one of two people with that opinion. Salas (V): And who's the other person? Feck: The one who's about to throw you into the air in triumph. Salas (V): Wait, wha— (Sounds of a brief struggle.) Feck: VICTORY THROW! THE SKY KISSES YOUR FACE! (His voice fades into the distance.) Feck: WAIT, IS THIS ALSO A THING YOU DON'T LIKE? (Splat.) Feck: Ohhh… just a minor criticism: the ground is not a good place to put your viscera. Salas (M): Why aren't you guys answering the fucking phone? Project Thökk Transmission #18 Salas (M): Took me a whole year, but I finally found someone else who was with the Foundation in Beaconridge. Her name's Dr. Rodina Nicolescu. She used to be with Site-19. Maybe her name will pop up in your records somewhere. Dr. Nicolescu worked with temporal anomalies for the most part. Through talking with her, I went over the problems I've been having with your chronic failure to answer the phone when I call. And as much as this solution sickens me, it seems to make the most sense. She thinks there's some kind of time-dilation effect in this dimension. One second would pass in your world, but here, it would take… weeks? Months? Maybe years? Either way, sorry for nagging you guys so much. Even if you could pick up the phone at this point, it would probably sound like (makes some quick, high-pitched "chipmunk" noises) or something. Anyway, it's been about a year (our time) since my last transmission. Vee was impressed with how I handled my first Scrape. He still doesn't think the other humans should fight them — keeps saying they're "not ready" — but he appointed me the co-protector of the city, along with Feck. I've been learning more about these Scrape things. The poison on the tips of their blades isn't actually poison - it's a crude anesthetic. If I didn't know better, I'd say these Scrapes aren't here to kill anyone. (chuckles) Sorry, I just realized how stupid that sounds. No human dies here. But they're not here to torture, either — just to terrify and subdue. I guess Trow has something resembling a conscience, or at least a moral compass. But even if she does, no one's seen hide or hair of her for years, and no one knows her motivation other than "fuck off, humans." For all we know, she could be gone, leaving an educated Scrape in charge. I'm having more fun than I did at Site-59, no doubt. I'd be lying if I said this was all fun and games, but at least I'll never have to see [REDACTED], [REDACTED], or [REDACTED], or take part in [REDACTED] again. Project Thökk Transmission #73 Salas (V): The fuck are you on about?! Wallace4: I said, your barter's no good here. Salas (V): I got that part. What I need is an explanation. Wallace: Need it, then. … Salas (V): …so, am I stealing the beer I was asking for — Wallace: Leave before I call the Greek over. Salas (V): Adorable. You really think he's gonna risk losing more people to Scrapes by throwing half the security force off the cliff? Wallace: What, are we supposed to trust you, now? After all you've done to enable Feck? He's been waiting for his chance to let all the Scrapes in through the back door for his sister, and here you are, thinking, "Wow. That's a real stand-up sorta guy. I'd better help him." (A small bottle uncorks.) Wallace: What are you doing? …is that paint? Is this your idea of vandalism? Salas (V): Scrape mating pheromones. Your booth's about to meet the love of its life. Salas (M): (Actually, it's berry juice.) (Wallace shuffles through supplies, trying to find something to wipe it off.) Salas (V): (Chortling) Oh, it doesn't wipe off. It just spreads. Wallace: What's the point of this? Petty revenge?! Well, mission accomplished. Salas (V): The point is hand over all your beer. Now. Wallace: Why?! After what you've done — Salas (V): Because I have more. (The clinking of bottles being handed over.) Salas (V): Not so hard, was it? Wallace: Go away. Salas (V): Laters! (Six seconds of footsteps.) Wallace: (mumbling) I hope Feck gives you a meter-wide anus. (Glass bottles crash in the distance.) Wallace: GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF The Greek: Salas! Salas (M): Worth it. Project Thökk Transmission #74 Salas (M): So, the little house I had on the northern cliffside… they kinda gave it to Wallace to be his new shop. Vee tried to vouch for me, but Wallace's drinking buddies make up the entire justice council. So until I come back into the townspeople's good graces, I have to live in this stupid cave with — Feck: Melyah! Look! Look! Salas (M): One sec. Feck: I made you a teller-vision for your sleep-room! You can watch all your story-shows on it. Salas (M): Feck's showing me this slab of wood. He drew a picture of a frowny face on it with berry juice. Feck: You like drama-story-shows, right? This is called "The man who is always sad." Try as he might, his expression never changes — SCRAPES! Salas (V): Where?! Feck: Behind you! Quickly! (Her sword clatters in her hands.) Salas (V): Come out, motherfuckers, I'll — where are they? (Feck snickers.) (Salas sighs.) Salas (V): Okay, what did you do? Feck: Look at the teller-vision again. Salas (M): He just drew angry eyebrows on the frowny face. Feck: PLOT TWIST! Project Thökk Transmission #239 Salas (M): Hey, remember the Greek? Dude's warmed up to me a little. But I'm starting to think that being on his good side is a little worse than being on his bad side. He told me the most fucked-up story yesterday. I ended up writing down most of what I could. Some of it was from memory. I think it gave me some insight into this "Esto" religion that keeps making the rounds. Now I'm positive that it's something I wanna stay as far away from as possible. Lemme see if I can pull it up — oh, hey, forgot my handwriting's basically "monkey taking a piss in the shape of the alphabet" tier. This might take a while. Before I came here, my name was Xanthias. I was a slave from the first time I opened my eyes to the last time I closed them on Earth. My one living relative was an older brother named Medon — he was also a slave. I cherished him more than anything else. His were the unwavering arms that sheltered me from our cruelest masters. I was born in Athens. It was never a good life — Medon and I were passed around from master to master, praying to Athena that this one would be a little kinder. But once the Persians took the city, I began to yearn for the past, when life was merely intolerable rather than excruciating. King Dareios and his demons blamed all Athenians equally for some nonsense in Ionia. The stench of corpses choked the air of every street. We were handed off to one of Dareios's close associates, a general who lived in Ecbatana. The general gave me the title of cupbearer. He never once asked me to bear a cup. "Cupbearer" must have been a euphemism for everything else he did to me. As my torments grew daily, so did Medon's desire for revenge. One night, when the general had too much to drink, Medon smothered both him and his wife as they lay in their beds. And since they were the general's guests at the time, Medon turned his blade on King Dareios. Had he drawn the knife an instant sooner, you would have known Medon today as the man who slew Darius the Great. Medon was sentenced unto the boats. Have you heard of it? …before I describe it to you, have you eaten recently? The boats were the Persians' specialty. Medon was clasped in a coffin of two boats facing one another. His hands, feet, and head were exposed. Torturers forced milk and honey down his throat. Bathed him in it. Medon and his prison were left in a pond to decay in the open sunlight. Every so often the Persians would come to feed him once more. I fled my new master and searched throughout the countryside for Medon. For two weeks, I was unsuccessful. But on the fifteenth day, when I found him, every manner of verminous pest had been summoned by two weeks of vomit and excrement. He was being devoured from within. And he was smiling. Once I had finished weeping, I leaned down to break his neck. But my brother spoke, and a mouthful of biting flies slurred his speech. "No, Xanthias. The darkest and coldest house in Hades is reserved for he who kills his own brother out of jealousy." "Jealousy?" said I. "Is it so unusual that you would be jealous? Thousands upon thousands of new and curious children are born from my flesh. Life has begun upon my soil, and I have become a world. The instant I ceased my resistance, Prince VUUOU5 anointed me in my waking dreams. My agony cleansed me of all worldly and temporary joys. Only the secret immortal light remained, the one that shines the brightest in adversity. And when that light was no longer smothered by mundane comfort… I became the king who rules myself. By my divine right, I abolished everything but truth and beauty from my kingdom. Fiakh Duhazh Esto. Fiakh Duhazh Esto! FIAKH DUHAZH ESTO!" By then, I had broken his neck. His last breath was spent on a squeal of joy, as if he were in the arms of a vicious lover twice his size. His broken body burned itself into my mind as an ashen silhouette. It was not even my fear that overcame me - I was mystified by how anyone could find such happiness in the worst tortures imaginable. I had no want of his fate. But I needed the peace he had found. For years, I was in the thrall of that singular image worse than I had ever been in the thrall of a slaver. I thought I was going mad. Seeking anything to take my mind off that moment, I wandered aimlessly toward the east, stealing meals from towns I'd never visit again, scraping by as a vagrant. My madness only ended the day I died, alone and naked, in the stable of someone else's diseased horse. Because when I closed my eyes for the last time… I opened them to see VUUOU, smiling down upon me. He asked of me, "Did it hurt when you died?" I nodded. "Did the littlest creatures of the stables feast upon you?" I nodded. "And how did it feel?" I replied: "I still do not understand." "You will, Xanthias. The longer the adversity, the more beauty is forged within…" Project Thökk Transmission #432 Salas (M): I think I have a serious problem. I should preface this with Feck's new side gig. He's always wanted to go on those little "finder" missions for treasure. But there used to be this Catch-22 about it: on one hand, the humans get really pissed if Feck joins them during daylight hours. (Y'know, because they're morons.) On the other, he could go down and do it properly at night — but nighttime's when the Scrapes attack. So up until a few months ago, Feck's been confined topside. But one night, Feck remarked that I've grown strong enough to hypothetically handle a Scrape attack on my own. So I told myself, "y'know what? This guy's been working his ass off to protect people who won't even give him the time of day. He deserves a day off." I offered to let Feck go down the cliff for one night a week while I handled the spiky boys. That made Feck so happy that he… punched himself in the head a few times? (Good to know he can still be confusing as hell.) So the little deal we had going on worked without a hitch for a few weeks. I was worried I'd get in over my head, but the little pit and net traps I've set up for the Scrapes seemed to be doing the trick. But here's where my aforementioned problem comes into play… Yesterday was Feck's day off again. When he came back, he brought a few cases of Modelo with him. (Apparently the treasures in the caves comes from the residents' subconscious being given form.) But he came back five hours late. Because when I saw him rappel down as usual, his rope snapped. (Sigh.) I mean, obviously he's okay now, he climbed back up. He made it out like he always does. And he's immortal like I am! But I saw him go flailing into the mist. I must have stared after him for an hour. I left when the Scrapes started coming. If anything, the intense emotions I was feeling at the time helped with fighting them off. Put a little extra fuel in each thrust. … This is so fucking embarrassing. Barring the collective free space of my infancy, I have cried a total of six times in my life. The first was when my goldfish died, two through four was when my dogs died, the fifth was after my turn with Procedure 110-Montauk. The sixth was for this stupid-ass dinosaur. Project Thökk Transmission #583 Vee: Dr. Saaaa. Salas (V): We came as soon as we could. What's going on — Vee: Laaaaas. Salas (M): Please let this conversation take less than five minutes. Feck: Is this about the having-a-lot-of and being-all-over-the-place that the Scrapes have been doing of late? Vee: How very astute! Feck: Teehee. Ass toot. (Salas stifles a giggle.) The Greek: Feck, for the love of— Vee: Feck may speak as he sees fit. But yes, this does regard the Scrapes. I'm not so much concerned with the number of Scrapes as with the number of my fellow humans going missing. Salas (V): Yeah, about that — this isn't sustainable. Ten people were carried off in the last week alone. Feck: Melyah, we're doing the best we can… Salas (V): Exactly! We've been busting our asses and it's only gotten worse. There's only one solution: we need more people on the defensive. (Vee sighs.) Vee: You're right… you're very right. In a perfect world, I'd have everyone pulling their weight. But do you know why I made the taboo against fighting the Scrapes in the first place? Because you and Feck are the only people who know how to fight them effectively. Salas (V): Who says we can't train some new people? Vee: And who says they'll listen? It's a shame that their distrust runs so deep, but that's the human experience in a nutshell. But I didn't come here just to tell you it's hopeless. I've come into some new information. Something that could make Scrape attacks a distant memory. Feck: You found Trow?! Vee: Yes. Salas (V): Great, so when do we gank her? Feck: NO! Salas (M): Oh, right, they're a dysfunctional family. Feck: Trow is not a bad person-thing. Trow is… confused. The Scrapes must have mind-changed-around her. Turned her into Fake-Trow. Real-Trow is kind. Sweet. And almost as pretty as Melyah! Salas (V): Never call me that again. Feck: I refuse to say lie-words! The Greek: Your sister is a murderer. Feck: Your mouth is a shit-craftsman. Vee: Guys, guys… I'm not telling you to kill her. Whatever we think of Trow, she's just as immortal as any of us. But Feck has a point. Trow is not acting on her own free will. Keep this on the down-low, but I've heard whispers among the frogs and the weasel-mice of the valley. Salas (M): Because of fucking course he has. Vee: And they've said that the reason for Trow's hatred of mankind is something in her possession called the Plate of Remembrance. If you take that Plate of Remembrance away from her, then not only will your sister come to her senses, Feck, but the attacks will stop, and the people of Beaconridge will see how wrong they've been about you. Salas (V): That sounds like a good idea. Right, Feck? … Feck: I don't care what the talk-foods think of me. So long as they're being happy with the other talk-foods, Feck is happy. But the other goal-stuff sounds nice! Project Thökk Transmission #584 Salas (M): It was three-day-long shitshow getting up the Stairs Made of Cliffs - it's literally called that on this map of Kegalapan, by the way - but I'm just about to crawl over the last cliff. Feck's handling the Scrape attacks back home. (I can't believe I just called it "home" just now.) Only a few Scrapes saw me on the way up, and I took care of them pretty quickly. What really concerns me is the potential nest of Scrapes I'm about to enter. Well, just gonna peek my head over for posterity, and — … What in the hickory-dickory-dick am I looking at? Project Thökk Transmission #585 Salas (M): I'm at the edge of Kegalapan. I don't mean a border - it's the literal goddamn edge of the world. Behind me, there's a horizon, a cloud layer, and a distant path to the mist below. In front of me, there's… Nothing. Empty white space. It's too bright to look at sometimes. The ground ends in jagged, triangular cut-outs. If I look closely, the cut-outs correspond to the same shape that makes the Scrapes' blades. Is this how the Scrapes are made? Are they constructed from these shards of empty space being painted and sharpened to a point? The only thing beyond the edge is this crooked path leading to a hill where these spatial-fragments have been piled up on top of one another. Like a heap of scrap paper. There's big hole in the top of the pile from the walkway. Nowhere to go but in… "Childe Roland to the dark tower came." …oh, fuck off, that's the one cool thing I remember from AP English Lit. Project Thökk Transmission #586 (Cacophonous chirping and cutting noises. Salas screams and gargles.) Salas (M): I FUCKING HATE THESE GUYS I FUCKING HATE THESE GUYS I FUCKING HATE THESE GUYS I [Truncated for redundancy] Project Thökk Transmission #587 (The sound of slow, wet footsteps, with Salas dragging the sword behind her. They echo throughout a small cave tunnel.) Salas (M): I am covered in Scrape guts and blood mixed with my own blood and it tingles and it smells like lemons and why does it fucking smell like lemons is there citric acid in their blood and it stings and I think this is how a cucumber feels when it's being pickled and I'm officially sorry to every pickle I've ever eaten and fuck this fuck this fuck ALL of this I need to SHIT where's your FUCKING BATHROOM, TROW?! (A single chirp in the distance.) Salas (V): (Frustrated sobbing.) Project Thökk Transmission #588 Salas (V): (Delirious, exhausted laughter) Salas (M): Heeey guuuys. I do NOT know how long I've been down here. Good news! Scrapes are EXTINCT! That's right, potential investors, I've killed EVERY. LAST. ONE. I'm a war criminal! But who cares?! They're basically meat robots made out of meat and dirt! Right? RIGHT?! (Several inquisitive chirping sounds.) Salas (V): ("FUUUUCK!" drawn out for 37 seconds.) (Incessant clanging.) Project Thökk Transmission #589 (A low, mechanical ambient hum echoes against the cave walls.) Salas (M): They're in the water. (The hum regularly intensifies, like a pulse.) All the people that the Scrapes took… I'm in one of the bottom-most rooms of Trow's cave complex. Still no sign of the lady in question. (A Scrape vocalizes.) Salas (V): Yes, yes, I see you, shut up, I'll kill you in a minute. Salas (M): I'm standing on a rocky catwalk over the water. I touched it. It has the consistency of half-formed Jello. Touching it made me sleepy… I almost fell in. This water has a bright cyan color to it. Glowing. I'm positive that this is the anesthetic the Scrapes put on their blades. Trow: You humans would call it "suspended animation." Salas (M): Shit on a sugarplum! (Salas rapidly turns around.) Trow: Don't worry about the sleepers. It's a temporary solution, but someday I'll make it permanent. Salas (M): She looks like Feck, but she's skinnier and wears these ornate blue robes. Body's just a quarter as tall, but the feathers are twice as long. And her eyeliner's on point, too — FOCUS! She's holding this flat brass rectangle like a clipboard — but almost hugging it, too, like it's also a teddy bear. If that doesn't turn out to be the "Plate of Remembrance" thing, I swear I'm gonna tear my own brain out and throw it off the cliff. Trow: Very curious. That sword - was it a "finder" trinket, or was it given to you by VUUOU? Salas (V): What the hell's a Voo-oh? Trow: I see. Salas (V): I said, what the hell's a— Trow: You were heard. I'm not convinced that you would hear. Salas (V): (Sarcastic chuckle.) Why not, because I'm one of those ugly humans ruining Kegelapan? Trow: Is that what they told you I think? (Wet noises; Trow gently touches the water.) Trow: This substance… it's produced from the Dreamer's lingering memories of peaceful days. It swaddles the humans in an embrace of unconditional love and slumber, shielding them from a world that longs only for their torment. Salas (V): The only things tormenting them were your Scrapes. Trow: The humans had to be taken here by force. It's not like they'd agree to my protection. They're too focused on the heap of food on their plate to know that they're being fattened up for slaughter. Salas (V): You have exactly ten seconds to say something that makes any sense. Trow: As you wish. You were after this, weren't you? Salas (M): She's indicating the plate. Salas (V): Is that the Plate of Remembrance? Trow: Yes. Would you like to see it? Salas (V): Sure. (A cracking noise, followed by a sheet of metal vibrating. The plate clatters on the ground.) Salas (M): BITCH you did NOT just throw the — my eye. Fuck. Please tell me the sight regenerates — (Splash.) Salas (M): …aaand I'm in the anesthesia water. Trow: This is for your own good, Dr. Salas. Close your eyes. I will protect you. (The sound of splashing gradually slows down.) Salas (V): (Sleepily) I swear to God I will bite off your dinosaur tits. Trow: Open your mouth. Let it in. Feel its warmth. (The splashing stops.) (Silence.) Salas (M): Bluff. Salas (V): The Scrapes killed him. Trow: Don't speak. It's past your bedtime. Salas (V): They killed Feck. They… off the cliff… he's gone — (Sounds consistent with drowning.) Project Thökk Transmission #590 (Wet slapping noises. Trow hyperventilates.) Salas (V): Ow. Ow. Okay. I'm up. I'm up. Stop it. Trow: They did not destroy Feck. They did not destroy him. They did not. If he is injured beyond the Dreamer's regeneration, the Scrapes are programmed to rescue him and bring him back here immediately. It is objectively impossible for Feck to be thrown into the Murk by my Scrapes. If he has, then my Scrapes have been infected and all of this was for nothing. Tell me you are lying. Tell me you are lying RIGHT NOW! Salas (V): Bitchsayswhat? Trow: What?! (Thump consistent with two foreheads meeting at a dangerous velocity.) (Trow falls on the catwalk. Salas grabs the plate.) (Rapid footsteps. Trow's voice fades into the distance.) Trow: Salas, if you return that plate right now I will tell you everything. In plain words. I promise. (More rapid foosteps.) Trow: …please?! (7 minutes of continuous running.) (Salas pants, resting for a moment.) Salas (M): What's so special about this tablet anyway? … Wow… it's the Ten Commandments… transliterated into Upper Bullshitonian. Maybe Lord Vee will know what it means. - [Close] @ + plate_of_remembrance_translated.rtf - [Close] IF YOU CAN READ THIS… TRAUFEK AM I, FORMER SAGEBEAST OF THE COURT OF MUZD. IF YOU ARE UNFAMILIAR: MUZD OF THE EVERKILN IS THE FOURTH PRINCE OF CORBENIC, PATRON ETERNAL OF FLAME, ART, AND CONSTRUCTION, SECOND OLDEST OF THE SEVEN PRINCES. LONG HAVE I YEARNED FOR HIS GENTLE HAND UPON MY FEATHERS. ••••• I AM DEAD. SAGEBEASTS ARE NOT MEANT TO DIE. AS SUCH, MY AFTERLIFE IS AN ETERNAL SLUMBER IN THE FLEETING REALM OF MORTALS. I WAS MURDERED BY SERVANTS OF THE PARASITE, THE FORSAKEN EIGHTH PRINCE. THE PARASITE IS TORTURE AND PERVERSION GIVEN FLESH, THE ARBITER OF BAPTISM-IN-ROT. THE PARASITE IS REVILED THROUGHOUT CORBENIC. HE ENVIED THE RESPECT GARNERED BY THE SEVEN PRINCES, AND AS SUCH, SOUGHT TO DESTROY WHAT THEY HELD DEAR. ••••• MANY OF THE PARASITE'S VICTIMS, MYSELF INCLUDED AMONG THEIR COUNTLESS NUMBERS, WERE AVENGED BY THE THRICE-MOON ARMIES OF THE SEVENTH PRINCE, JALAKÅRA. THE PARASITE IS DEAD, AND SO IS HIS KINGDOM. THE PARASITE IS DEAD, AND IN DEATH, HE FOUND ME. THE PARASITE IS DEAD, AND IN FINDING ME, HE ENSLAVED ME. THE WORLD YOU SEE IS A DREAM SPAWNED FROM THE PARASITE'S CONTROL OF MY IMAGINATION. THE PARASITE WISHES TO USE THIS DREAM TO RECREATE HIS FALLEN KINGDOM. ••••• EVERY SAGEBEAST HAS A THREEFOLD BRAIN. THE FIRST BRAIN: IMAGINATION AND FREE WILL. IT IS NAMELESS; THE PARASITE HAS TAKEN IT FOR HIS OWN. THE SECOND BRAIN: REASON AND LOGIC. HER NAME IS TRAU. SHE TOILS FRUITLESSLY TO FREE ME. THE THIRD BRAIN: EMOTION AND INSTINCT. HIS NAME IS FEK. HE KNOWS NOT THE DAMAGE HE DOES. ••••• I MUST AWAKEN. I MUST AWAKEN. I MUST AWAKEN. END THE DREAM. END THE DREAM. END THE DREAM. MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP. ••••• I CAN GIVE YOU NOTHING IN RETURN. BUT MUZD WEEPS FOR ME, AND HE ALWAYS SETTLES HIS DEBTS. I CARE NOT IF THE PARASITE IS PUNISHED FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE TO ME. I ASK ONLY THAT YOU PRY HIM FROM MY HEAD. AND WHEN YOUR WORK IS DONE, LET ME SLEEP. - [Close] @ + Project Thökk Logs, Part 2 of 2 [abridged] - [Close] Project Thökk Transmission #872 Salas (M): It's so messed up when I think about how much has changed. If I had to pinpoint when everything got irrevocably weirder, I'd say it was about seven months ago when I gave Vee the Plate of Remembrance. I'm gonna try to recap, just so I make sure I still have the story straight. Vee went batshit with excitement about this discovery. It was like I'd just found the Ark of the Covenant. But he wouldn't elaborate on why the plate was important, he just said some crap like "this is big, and when something's big, we've got to get people discussing it." He got everyone Beaconridge together for a huge meeting in the square. Feck was there too - we had front-row seats to Vee's speech. There was some jeering when people saw Feck in the city borders, but it subsided once Vee gave a single order to knock it off. (It makes me wonder how much of this bullshit Feck has to deal with can be directly attributed to Vee only helping him when it's convenient.) He read the contents of the tablet like it was storytime at kindergarten. He was making extra sure that Feck didn't take a look at the hieroglyphs — he didn't say it was a cognitohazard to Feck and/or Trow, but he more or less implied it. I still don't understand the finer details, but apparently Kegelapan was formed by some kind of immortal creature named "Trowfeck" having a dream. There's some kind of horrible parasite controlling the dream. Also, Feck and Trow are manifestations of two of Trowfeck's brains, and… Look, controlling the bullshit threshold of what I'm dealing with is above my pay grade. Whether or not the story's true, there's been three changes going on steadily ever since. The Scrape attacks — growing fewer and far between. I'm starting to think maybe Trow's about to finally throw in the Towel. (Trowel?) The people of Beaconridge — person-to-person conflict has been increasing. The story told from the tablet has put the whole town into two factions. It used to be just a few peaceful demonstrations here and there, but now you can't go on day without a full-on brawl breaking out between the Sleepers and the Wakers. And anyone who isn't aligned to either side is hounded day and night by both sides until they pick one. One side — the "Wakers" — is led by Dr. Nicolescu. Some of them are afraid of the Parasite manipulating and enslaving them. Others think they have a moral and ethical obligation to help Trowfeck out. Either way, they want to wake up Trowfeck from its slumber. The other side — the "Sleepers" — is led by Wallace the grocer. They insist that if Trowfeck is awoken, that'll mean either everyone dies or their comfortable way of life will be compromised. The Sleepers have the majority. And finally… Feck's been growing uneasier by the day. He hardly makes that adorable war howl he used to make, even when he's fighting. I keep trying to get him to tell me what's wrong, but… I don't think he knows, either. Project Thökk Transmission #1,084 (A riot is heard outside from within in a small hut. The Greek can be heard yelling appeals to restore order.) Salas (V): This better be important, Vee. I had to wade through half of the shopping district trying to stab me. Vee: Wa-ooh. Stabbings. Did you repay the favor? Salas (V): Do you know me? Vee: Your energy is intoxicating, my friend. Salas (V): So's the thing I could be cracking open instead of talking to you. Say your piece and leave me alone. Vee: As you wish. Feck is missing. Salas (V): What?! Vee: He broke into my hut, grabbed the Plate of Remembrance, stared at it for under an hour — and by the time I woke up to see him, he stole away with the plate toward the Southern horizon with mortal terror in his eyes. …in fact, I dare say it's the same terror I see in your eyes now— Salas (V): Don't patronize me. My Feck's in danger. Vee: Your Feck? Is there more than one? Salas (M): JUST KILL ME NOW Vee: There is a great disturbance in your soul. You wish to scramble off after him haphazardly with little chance of success. Salas (V): That's the idea, yeah. Vee: If I could offer an alternative… Salas (V): Make it quick. Vee: A brief Esto exercise, to clear your mind. I know your aversion to Esto. But there's a way to dip your feet into the waters, enough to clear your head, then to leave without completely submerging. Sit close… (The sound of Salas sitting cross-legged on a pillow on the floor.) Esto is the art of radically allowing yourself to exist. The closest thing you humans have is meditation. But that only skims the surface of what it means to accept existence. Close your eyes, Dr. Salas. You must take everything the world around you has to offer as a gift. Thank the world for each and every one, no matter how it feels. All misfortune is rooted in resistance to these gifts. Inhale. Feel the air enter your lungs. Hold your breath. Feel it remain in your lungs. Exhale. Feel it leave your lungs. …You've got that much down, at least. Now, let's try something different. Something with more questions. Answer them only with your mind. Inhale. Feel it slither down your throat like prying fingers. How does it taste on every ridge and curve of your windpipe? Salas (M): The fuck? Vee: Concentrate! Hold your breath. Feel it churn. Feel the air beg petulantly to go back home. How much does it sting your clenching chest to keep it contained? Exhale. Feel its fingernails scrape the lining of your windpipe. Open your eyes. (Fabric shifts) Salas (M): He's… taking off the silk over his right hand. He's had his hand stuck in a mason jar full of cloudy water the whole time. I don't know what to say. Vee: Then say nothing. I don't remember how long ago I put my hand in this jar. In years, I'd put it in multiples of a hundred. This water was once crystal clear. Now, who can say what it's become? I dissolve a little more every day. The water seeps into my skin and takes whatever little particles it desires. It's a snowglobe of flesh. Because through the unending pain and disgust, every irrelevant thought falls away. Only the most immortal positivity survives. Comfort is just another addiction. That's what is really trying to enslave you. In order to truly be free, you must allow yourself to exist. You must allow yourself to rot. (Rapid footsteps.) Where are you going, Dr. Salas? I was just getting to the best part… Project Thökk Transmission #1,085 Salas (M): FUCK THIS TOWN. Project Thökk Transmission #1,410 Salas (M): I lost count of the days I've been out here. It's a godsend that Feck has such pointy and distinguishable feet. He left miles upon miles of tracks in the dirt. You'd think it was a cartoon. But three little spiky toes leaving triangular spots in the dirt has taken me this far. And if I don't find him? Maybe there's another town somewhere in Kegelapan. Somewhere where the smartest human isn't a cult leader trying to make moonshine out of his own skin. Speaking of Vee, this sword that he gave me was wonderful against the Scrapes, but it's dog shit against everything else. I saw some new animals in the southward trek. Particularly some five-legged reptilian antelopes. I figured they looked the tastiest. The sword cuts like butter. Clarification: it cuts like it's a stick of butter. Even with all my kendo training, it's little more than a very thin club. I killed exactly one lizard-antelope with this stupid thing. Turns out they taste like waxy ashes. At least this crooked horn I got cuts better, so I ended up throwing the sword in a stream. I'm convinced that Vee gave me a sword that the Scrapes are allergic to on purpose. If he did that, he could have given everyone a sword like this, and the whole "we're the only ones who can fight" business was bullshit. How much has Vee been manipulating us? And why? He's been around here since "the dream" started. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Vee's this "Parasite" the tablet was talking about… Project Thökk Transmission #1,509 Feck: Go away. Salas (V): I just wanna talk! Feck: Go away! Salas (V): …no. (Feck runs up to Salas. The next 21 seconds are hard to differentiate over the voicemail recording; it's too loud, resulting in heavy static and feedback.) (Brief pause.) (Feck sits on the ground, laughing sadly.) Feck: Still a warrior. You didn't even flinch. Salas (V): Why did you leave? (Feck grumbles.) Salas (V): Was it something I did? (He grumbles louder, but with a twinge of melancholy.) Feck: Is that what I made you believe? The talk-food mind makes such lie-noises when it's starving for information. It's not your fault at all, Melyah. You're the only talk-food I miss from that stupid gather-place. (The ruffling of smooth metal against feathers is heard.) Salas (M): The Plate… Feck: You heard the stay-words that were put here, right? Salas (V): Yeah. I was there with you when it was being read. …that's really what it says, right? Vee wasn't bullshitting us, was he? Feck: Mm. That's what it says in talk-food words, and every word is true. But this is written in Feck-and-Trow letters. When my kind sees these letters, we're forced to remember. Salas (V): Remember what? (Ten seconds of loaded silence.) Feck: Listen, Melyah. You can stay out here with me for a while. If you like. Salas (V): I don't think I'd mind that— Feck: BUT! Only if you listen to my truth-story. (Something wooden and metal clatters against the dirt.) Salas (M): …did he just pull a whole-ass German zweihänder out of his feather mane? Feck: That was one of my finder treasures. I tried to hide it from you. It was gonna be… for your birthday. (Thumping sound analogous with Salas's pulse sounding in her ears.) Salas (M): FUCKING STOP THAT I AM A WOMAN OF SCIENCE THIS IS PLATONIC Feck: Guess it'll be more useful this way. If my intuition is correct — and it's never not — you're gonna get really hate-anger at me when I finish my story. You'll probably wanna use it on me to stand-still-hunt a lot. Salas (V): Okay, Feck? Usually I can understand your hyphenations, but… Feck: Stand-still-hunt is when I stand still and you do hurt-things to my flesh. Salas (M): Bruh… Salas (V): Okay. Well, if you're ready for me to prove you extremely wrong, tell me your story. Project Thökk Transmission #1,510 (A crackling campfire.) Feck: To begin with, Vee is… it's short for "Prince VUUOU of the Murk." You may have heard Trow or the Greek talking about him. VUUOU is the "Parasite." A long time ago, VUUOU lived in this place called Corbenic. He was a god — the weakest and tiniest god of his seven brothers. Being weak on its own isn't a bad thing - if food weren't weak, we wouldn't have anything to eat. But VUUOU's only strength stemmed from cruelty. And he didn't even need to be cruel for the sake of his job, like some of the other Princes. He didn't have any patronage over despair or impurity - he was the god of rivers, trees, and cloudy days, completely inoffensive things like that. He was just mean all on his own. His corner of Corbenic looked just like Kegelapan. It was even called Kegelapan. But Old Kegelapan was bigger - there were way more cities than just Beaconridge. Old Kegelapan was a very bad place to live. Every talk-food that lived there was kidnapped from some other part of Corbenic. VUUOU's agents would spread rumors among the talk-foods to start up civil unrest. And when all the tension and fighting came to a head… That's when the Murk would overflow, where it would flood Old Kegelapan for a few ages — until VUUOU got bored started over again. Now, about the Murk… that's the stuff in the lake at the bottom of the cliff. Greenish-brown-black liquid. It's the kind of poison even gods stay away from. One drop of Murk lands on your skin, and everything happens to that patch of skin at once. Mushrooms and plants grow from you. You age a million years and regress into a glob of primordial sludge at the same time. New species of animals are born from you. You feel it all in excruciating detail. VUUOU lived deep in the Murk. He loved the way it made him feel bad. This was all part of VUUOU's think-style. "Esto." It's all rooted in the idea that if a talk-food feels nothing but horrible forever, then sooner or later, they'll start feeling nothing but good forever. VUUOU thought his cycle of tortures made the talk-foods happier and smarter. …I don't get it either. When VUUOU came into control of the dream and made this New Kegelapan, he did the same thing. Everyone lives in the illusion of safety for a while. Once someone takes the Plate of Remembrance from Trow, everything starts spiraling out of control. Just when the talk-foods least suspect, the Murk overflows and turns Kegelapan into a lake… Then Trowfeck wakes up. But VUUOU's got his string-hands wrapped Trowfeck's head-guts. He can make Trowfeck go back to sleep. And when he does, the talk-foods start over, forget everything that's ever happened, and it all starts up again. I forget too. Only VUUOU and my sister remember. I do not know how many times this cycle has repeated itself. But VUUOU will keep doing this forever until he's satisfied. He'll never be satisfied. This isn't his Old Kegelapan, and it never will be - but VUUOU will forever think he's just one more cycle away from seeing his old kingdom again. Salas (V): And what about you? Feck: Huh? Salas (V): Where's this part where you're so horrible that I'm going to have to fight you about it? (20 seconds of silence. Feck sighs heavily.) Feck: VUUOU can only do so much on his own. He's got one string-hand wrapped around me, too. And when the talk-foods start to catch on to his plans and try to fight back… That's when the instincts I hate-anger so much kick in. I'm VUUOU's reluctant enforcer. The poor talk-foods — I've killed and smashed and squished and tore and bled them more times than I can count. Sometimes I tore the limbs off the talk-foods and put them back on in the wrong places, regenerating them into pain-statues. Ate them. Gargled their juices. I know I'm not the one in control, but I feel like there's something else I could do-think to make sure it never happens again. And I hate myself when I start to love-feel the pain-noises they make. And worst of all? The Murk can't flow over the cliffs without me crying out to give it permission. (After a brief pause, Feck's knees land on the grass gently.) Feck: …ready when you are. (Salas makes no audio indication of picking up a sword.) Salas (V): Relatable. Feck: What is "relatable?" Project Thökk Transmission #1,511 Salas (V): [REDACTED] Feck: You tried to get them to stop, right? Salas (V): [REDACTED] Feck: So what happened to [REDACTED]? Salas (V): [REDACTED] Feck: …by MUZD and His Black Hammer. Salas (V): Yeah. Wanna know what else I've had to do for the Foundation? Feck: If you like. But I doubt it's at all comparable to the horrors of what I have done. Salas (V): [5 MINUTE 35 SECOND AUDIO SEGMENT EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF O5 COMMAND] Feck: …well, maybe a little. Salas (V): Heh. I'm just gettin' started. Project Thökk Transmission #1,512 Salas (V): Anything else? Feck: Does it make a difference? Considering all I've done, I wouldn't be in any position to say any be-ashamed-please words at you for it. Salas (V): And that's why I'm not currently in the process of kicking your ass. (Feck chuckles.) Feck: I appreciate it. But… I still feel like I should receive some sort of punishment. Salas (V): Hmm. … (Pow.) Feck: Hey. (Pow. Bap. Slap. Smack.) Feck: Stop that. Salas (V): Stop what? Feck: Hitting me! (Pow.) Salas (V): Thought you said you wanted punishment. Don't you pussy out on me now. Let's fuckin' go! (Smack-smack-smack-smack. Slam. Pop.) Feck: …my turn. (BOOM.) (Eight seconds of silence.) Feck: Melyah? …did I hurt you? Salas (V): Bitch, you're gonna. (Crack. Feck vocalizes in pain.) (Salas starts laughing. Feck does as well.) (Several minutes of lighthearted sparring. Feck's war-howl returns.) (At the 2 minute 55 second mark, it suddenly stops.) (The ear-thumping sound from earlier returns, with even greater intensity…) Project Thökk Transmission #1,513 [REDACTED WITH PREJUDICE]67 Project Thökk Transmission #2,010 Salas (M): Pro: the new house is almost done. Con: Reverse-engineering homesteading techniques from vague memories took way longer than I thought. It's been how many years since we started this house, now? Three? Pro: We found some wanderers out here. Some people who got (understandably) fed up with Beaconridge a few years back. They've pitched in with our house, and we're pitching in with theirs — it's only a handful of people, but we'll have Beaconridge 2.0 set up at some point or another. It's nice to have human friends again. I love the piss out of Feck, but if he's gonna be the only person I ever talk to, we'll drive each other completely batshit. Con: I still have no idea how to turn SCP-2922 off. And that is on the agenda. Look, I'm sorry, but there's a nonzero chance that every transmission from here on out is gonna be "I had a real nice day, got drunk as a skunk, my liver regenerated, I fell down next to Feck, we railed each other until we lost consciousness, I went to sleep face-first in his feathers, and for the record, they still smell like daisies and lavender." Nobody has the stamina to write down the same goddamn thing every time it shows up on voicemail. Plus, I've been working for the Foundation posthumously just about as long as I've been working in life. And when's the last time I got a paycheck? … Feck's taking his sweet-ass time coming home from hauling that lumber. Maybe he ran into a Scrape or two on the way back. There's still a few of those bastards lurking around on autopilot. I think I'll wait outside for him. Fresh air would be nice. (Footsteps. She opens a door.) (Crackling fires. People screaming.) …I'm gonna go ahead and assume Ted's oil lamp design didn't pan out. The Greek: Hello. Salas (M): JESUS FUCKING BAMBI OVER HIS MOTHER'S GRAVE Salas (V): Uh, hi. The Greek: I don't think I ever told you: I'm not a real person. I'm a replica of Prince VUUOU's most faithful disciple. The real "Greek" is our recruiting agent on Earth. Salas (V): Great. Cool. Don't care. Why is my village on fire?! The Greek: I don't think I did a very good job. (Rapid footsteps over the hut's dirt floor. She grabs the zweihänder from earlier.) (Wet squelching noises. Steam. Flames. Salas vocalizes in extreme distress.) Salas (M): He's drooling. It's green. Is that the Murk? Is that the fucking Murk?! The Greek: Open your mouth. (Sounds of a struggle. Salas yells in anger through a closed mouth and teeth.) (The Greek vomits.) Project Thökk Transmission #2,011 (Wooden coach wheels rumble against a stone road. Feck snarls through a gagged mouth.) (Her words are slurred.) Salas (M): I can't see no more. Ran my fingers over my eyes. … Mushrooms. Two tangled mushroom bouquets. The Murk down my throat… It made a milkshake outta my guts. … Maybe I can die here after all. This ain't Corbenic. Animals die all the time. Maybe I'm just not tryin' hard enough. (She beats the back of her head against a wooden surface 37 times.) (She weeps.) (Feck stops snarling. He whimpers.) Project Thökk Transmission #2,012 (Incense crackles in censers. Feck growls pitifully.) (Vee prays to an audience of unidentified voices. Audio analysis has detected the heavily distorted tones of some of the townspeople of Beaconridge. The distortion is analogous to severe throat infections.) Vee: Through fleeting peace, adversity is born. To troughs of black discomfort shall you wean, destroying every temporary smile and leaving only what is evergreen. Fiakh Duhazh Esto! Audience: FIAKH DUHAZH ESTO! Vee: The gentle arms of Mother Agony and Father Sessile Fermentation thus shall purify us through impurity and sip the wine of our collective dust. Fiakh Duhazh Esto! Audience: FIAKH DUHAZH ESTO! Vee: In terms of ancient days, damnation's grasp shall rectify all ye who errant were. In terms of latter days, unpleasantness is just a part of building character. Fiakh Duhazh Esto! Audience: FIAKH DUHAZH ESTO! Vee: No living thing is safe from misery. Each smile and laugh, designed from birth to end. So if it's bound to happen anyway, treat everything that eats you as a friend! Fiakh Duhazh Esto! Audience: FIAKH DUHAZH ESTO! Vee: Pain is proof that you exist. Audience: WE ARE GRATEFUL THAT WE EXIST! Vee: Allow yourselves to exist! Audience: WE ALLOW OURSELVES TO EXIST! Vee: Ferment your body and cleanse your soul! Audience: WE GIVE NATURE FULL CONSENT! (Footsteps, approaching closer.) Vee: Waa-ooh! It's taking you two a little longer than the others to get adjusted. And that's okay! A longer runway means a farther flight. …that is how planes work, isn't it? Salas (V): Eat shit and die. Vee: (Tiny gasp) That's great! First you kick off the most chaotic period of this cycle's history, and just as a little extra gift, you made me uncomfortable just now. I'll have to remember your contributions for the next cycle, Dr. Salas. You're just the kind of rogue element we've needed to raise the level of discord in a pinch. I didn't even think about giving Feck a noisy little concubine. (Feck growls.) Feck, my friend! Let's not delay even a second longer. Unbridle him. The Greek: Yes, master. (A belt buckle clicks.) (Feck gnashes his teeth. Splattering. Torn muscle.) The Greek: Seriously? Vee: Um… Feck? That's not the real Greek, remember? He can't feel pain. It would be nice if he could, though! Then he could join us. (More gnashing.) Feck: (Roar.) Vee: Get it out of your system yet? Feck: Yes. Vee: Good. Well — once you're done saying your goodbyes to Dr. Salas here, I'm sure you're familiar with the way to summon the — Feck: Bitch talk-says what at me? Salas (M): Close enough. Vee: What? (Feck headbutts Vee. Sounds of a struggle.) Feck: You hurt Melyah! My flood-scream is ABOLISHED FOREVER! Vee: Feck, I don't know what you're doing, but I don't like it. Do it harder. Feck: No talking! You are no longer talk-food! (Chomp.) … (Loud, wet chewing.) Salas (M): Did this motherfucker just bite Vee's head off? … Huh. That was easy. (Crackling bones. Feck gargles large amounts of liquid.) Feck: Bad food… bad food…! Salas (V): Feck! (He speaks with two voices at the same time.) Feck/Vee: Let's try this again. Salas (V): Oh, fuck no. (Approximately 3 minutes of an intense struggle.) Feck/Vee: Now stay there. I have work to do. (Footsteps leading away.) (Feck/Vee starts howling in a strange, trilling language. It echoes over the cliff.) (Salas's voice is extremely weak.) Salas (M): Do I still have to record this? (A sound like rushing water in the distance.) I know that wasn't Feck. He would never. He just… He just nailed my body to the ground with sharpened fenceposts. Fifteen of them. …no, sixteen. (The howling continues.) (It's suddenly cut short by Feck/Vee shrieking in ecstasy.) (The sound of a stream trickling nearby.) Isn't there an extraction protocol on this 2922 bullshit? Get me out. I'm sorry about all the disciplinary team citations. I'm sorry I kept drinking on the job. I'm sorry I lied about being resistant to amnestics. Get me out. Please. (The hissing of hot water making contact with a cool surface.) Get me out get me out get ME OUT GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GET ME [Truncated for redundancy] Project Thökk Transmission #2,290 (17 minutes and 21 seconds of boiling liquid and muffled screams.) Project Thökk Transmission #2,337 (3 days, 1 hour, 3 minutes, and 11 seconds of boiling liquid and muffled screams.) Project Thökk Transmission #2,600 (10 minutes and 59 seconds of boiling liquid and muffled screams.) Project Thökk Transmission #2,834 (5 minutes and 12 seconds of boiling liquid and muffled screams.) Salas (M): (Unintelligible)8 - [Close] @ + Incident-7702-Blue/Black - [Close] Addendum 1: Incident-7702-Blue On 2/10/22, five days after transmissions ended from Project Thökk, a routine cleaning of SCP-2527's9 testing area was interrupted by a phone call… Incident Log - Incident-7702-Blue Date: 2/10/22 Time: 10:02 AM EST <Begin Log> (Junior Researcher Cliff Daniels is loading a D-class staff member's remains into a body bag toward the northern wall of the testing field. Through his headset, he's connected to SCP-2527-2's operator, Junior Researcher Carl Grodin.) Daniels: What could even cause these injuries? Grodin: Funny story. Someone looked into the source code and found a bunch of abilities that TotleighSoft was keeping hidden. Some kind of secret bonus content. Now, Massy can pull someone's limbs apart with telekinesis. Daniels: No kidding. Who found that? Grodin: (Chuckles) Your favorite person… Daniels: You're shittin' me. Grodin: The very same. Massy was Dr. Salas's little pet project. Daniels: Don't even remind me of that edgy b — (A red phone on a wall of the enclosure starts ringing.) Grodin: …what the hell? Daniels: Is that for me? Grodin: That's impossible. That phone goes to the breach desk. It's one-way. …you'd think they'd have taken the ringer out. (The phone keeps ringing.) Daniels: I'm assuming that's not gonna go to voicemail…? Grodin: Pick it up. (Daniels does so.) Daniels: Hello? O5-2: Does the Black Moon Howl? Grodin: Hoo boy… Daniels: Uh… only on Bloody Sunday? (Sotto voice) That's what I'm supposed to say, right, Carl? O5-2: Close enough. To whom am I speaking? Daniels: Junior Researcher Cliff Daniels, sir. O5-2: Ah, yes, the one with the annoying voice. Daniels: You know me? O5-2: Er, that is, I was undercover. But that's not important. I am sorry to place this burden on your shoulders, but if what I'm about to ask you isn't done five minutes ago, the human race is doomed. Daniels: What's going on?! O5-2: I'll explain later. For now, I need you to place this receiver against the side of SCP-2527-1's head. Now. Daniels: Uh… Carl, this cord only goes so far. Grodin: I'm on it. (SCP-2527-1's container automatically opens. It teleports forward one three-by-three-square-meter space at a time. Note: its optional voice module is enabled.) SCP-2527-1: OUT OF BOCKS NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH LOOK LEFT WEST WEST LOOK RITE NORTH NORTH LOOK LEFT MASSY STAY IN PLACE I IS VEREY GOOD AT SITTNIG AWAITING ISNTRACTIONS THERE IS GRASS BELBOW ME WOOD U LIK TO OFFAR A SACKRIFISE (Daniels places the receiver against the side of 2527-1's head.) Daniels: Like this? O5-2: Is it against his head? Daniels: Yes. O5-2: Are you positive? I can only do this once. Daniels: Yes, sir. O5-2: Great, thanks. Keep it held there until I tell you to move it. TotleighSoft debug mode vocal activation password: 49 54 20 4d 45 2c 20 43 41 43 4b 21. SCP-2527-1: CONFARMED WELCUM GOLRIOUS TOTLEIGHSOFT CEO P HUDSON GOCK Grodin: Uh, Cliff? That wasn't from my input. SCP-2527-1: YOU BE QUIYAT WHEN MASSYS COPMUTER DADDY IS TALKIG O5-2: Massy, connect to the staff wi-fi. Network name S59staff, password "Fhhshsi,aig2hc,thiaE!" SCP-2527-1: MASSY HAS OPNED DOOR INTO WIFEY O5-2: I'd like you to purchase the "Souls Teal" DLC. SCP-2527-1: DOWNLARDED INSTLALED O5-2: Steal my soul. (There's a brief explosion of arcing electricity from the phone. Daniels is knocked away. The phone is destroyed.) SCP-2527-1: MASSY HAS EATED YOR SOL OMNOMNOM DELISH NUTRISH Daniels: The fuck was that?! SCP-2527-1: PERMISHUNS GRANTED DIRECT PIELOTING MOAD ENGAGGED (SCP-2527-1 vibrates violently for 32 seconds. When it ends, it speaks with a hybrid of "Massy's" voice and Dr. Amelia Salas's voice.) Salas: [YOU IS RIDESHARE MASSYS BRANE] Wish I could say it's good to be back. Thanks for the assist, Cliff. As much as I can't stand you, I do hope you know you've just freed me from… [MASSY CALCULATE TIEMYEARS] Seriously?! That long? Fuck. Daniels: Where's O5-2? Salas: That was a composite voice from memories of speaking with him. Could you do me a favor? Daniels: Fuck no, you lied to me! Salas: DLC pack 3 function "scream of intimidation", engage. [BE INTIMIDATED BE INTIMIDATED BE INTIMIDATED BE INTIMIDATED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA] (Daniels covers his ears.) Daniels: FINE FINE WHAT WHAT WHAT?! Salas: [INTIMIDATON SUCSESFUL] First off, where's the current location for SCP-7702? Daniels: How would I— Salas: I wasn't asking you. [HACKIG BOOYAN COMPOTER MASSY FIND COW ORDS] There, good. Tell the Project Buyan team to get as many civilians away from there as possible by midnight. Do you understand? Daniels: Yes. Salas: …no, you don't. Carl? Grodin: Uh, yeah. Loud and clear. Salas: Thanks. For the record, Carl, I maintain the sentiment from the "uncensored opinions" transmission that you have the cutest butt in Site-59. Grodin: Uhhh… Salas: You have until midnight. I'll stick to areas where I won't be seen. Morituri te salutant. [NORTH NORTH BRAKE WAL WAL IS BORKEN NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH…] (2527-1 moves further north, bashing through the wall and escaping Site-59. The breach alarm sounds.) <End Log> Addendum 2: Incident 7702-Black At 12:00 AM EST on 2/11/22, SCP-2527-1 broke into the provisional containment area for SCP-7702. Evacuations were not made as per SCP-2527-1's request, but the population density of the area was sparse anyway, being mostly a wetland preserve. A seven-hour altercation ensued between SCP-2527-1 and a reptilian entity originating from SCP-7702, which has since been labeled SCP-7702-D… Incident Log - 2/11/22 (Onsite security team members F. Engels and D. Rosa sit outside the mesh gate to the provisional containment area. This is taken from body camera footage from a third member onsite, W. Woolsey.) All are in undercover attire. Engels: So apparently something's supposed to happen at midnight? Rosa: Define "something." Engels: All I know is some jackass at Site-59 was all "waaah we gotta get all the people away from 7702 guuuys" and was making a big fuss about it. Woolsey: But did they specify what was going to happen? (Engels shrugs.) Engels: Look, it's Site-59. These are the same guys who sound breach alarms whenever the toilets are broken. Rosa: Didn't Site-59 just have a breach earlier today? Engels: Now that you mention it, yeah. Something about a statue. Rosa: Kind of like that thing? Salas: […NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH…] (Woolsey turns around. He switches on his flashlight. SCP-2527-1 is rapidly approaching in a straight line from the south.) Woolsey: What the hell?! Engels: Get out of its way! MOVE! (SCP-2527-1 crashes through the gate.) Salas: [NORTH NORTH NORTH MASSY IS SMATCH GATE UNDER STOANE FOOT GATE BORKEN SUCH STRENGF NORTH NORTH NORTH NORTH…] Rosa: Wait, this all adds up. This thing's after 7702. Woolsey: Engels, get backup. Rosa, call HQ. I'll try and get this on film… [Truncated for brevity] (SCP-7702-B reclines on the chair in its Cajun appearance. SCP-2527-1 stands before it.) (Woolsey has switched his body cam input to a camcorder with a long-distance microphone.) SCP-7702-B: Alors, what's all this ruckus about "North North North?" I ain't seen yanks around here in ages, cher sphinx! Salas: How's it goin', Greek. SCP-7702-B: Hold up, you think I'm Grecien? (7702-B spreads its hands to clap.) You done got it so wrong, I oughta to give you a round of applau — Salas: [MASSY USE TELEKANESISIS] (7702-B's hands spread apart by force. They suspend him in the air on floating rings of light.) (His voice changes.) The Greek: That's new. All right, who sent you this time? Was it JALAKÅRA? Salas: Traufek the Sagebeast. Take me to him. NOW. The Greek: Your voice is familiar… Salas: DO IT. [MASSY IS BRUSTIG WITH ANGERY] (He grins wryly.) The Greek: I can't do it if I'm hanging here, now can I? Salas: [MASSY GO SHRONK] (His arms suddenly shrink into charred, wrinkled lumps under his sleeves. He screams, falling out of the rings.) Salas: [HANDS SUCKSESSFLY ENSMALLD] (He laughs.) The Greek: Hurt me more! It brings me closer to the meaning of life! Fiakh! Duhazh! Esto! Salas: Fuck this. [MASSY TERN U TO ROCK] (His flesh turns grey, then crumbles.) [ENEMYS WORLLD SUCKSESSFULY ROCKD GITAR SOLO] [Truncated for brevity] (Six agents (Alpha through Foxtrot) of Local Task Force Fehu-17 "Gator Tots" have converged around SCP-2527-1 with guns drawn. Woolsey has approached more closely.) (SCP-2527-1 paces around the shack leading into SCP-7702-A, with "Massy" announcing the directions along the way.) Salas: VUU-OUUU! [FACE LEFT FACE LEFT EAST EAST EAST EAST] I DIDN'T COME ALL THIS WAY JUST FOR YOU TO NOT ANSWER THE FUCKING DOOR! [FACE LEFT FACE LEFT WEST WEST WEST WEST STOMP IN PLAEC AGGRASIVELY] Alpha: Please stop yelling. (2527-1 suddenly stops.) Salas: [FACE LEFT FACE LEFT] [FACE RIGHT FACE RIGHT] Huh. [FACE LEFT] I was too mad to even see you guys. Fuckin' tunnel vision up in here. How's it goin'? Charlie: We need you to come back to Site-59. Salas: Yeah, yeah, you can have Massy back when I'm done with him. Reminds me, though. [FACE LEFT FACE LEFT] See this barn? There's something real messed up in there. I can guarantee you that it's minutes, even seconds away from killing at least one of you guys. Foxtrot: For the love of God, shut up and get in the crate. Salas: [FACE LEFT FACE LEFT] No. [FACE RIGHT FACE RIGHT] Anyway, if it kills one of you, could you do me a favor? If you see anyone coming up to you in the desert with three crescent moons on their armor, could you tell them that you were killed by a manifestation of "VUUOU of the Murk?" Bravo: If we do that, will you go back to Site-59? Salas: Yes! After I'm done with— (The platform starts shaking violently. A booming voice emanates from within the barn.) SCP-7702-D: Wake up, slave. We have company. Salas: [MASSYS ANGERY HAS RAEACHD CRITICALE MASSY] (The barn is destroyed from within by a massive explosion.) [Footage cuts off for 57 minutes] (The recording resumes. The surrounding forest is on fire. Woolsey can be heard coughing from the smoke.) Woolsey: Yep… I'm probably gonna die here. At least it won't be boring. (Jets from MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" are heard above, followed by five small explosions. 7702-D grunts with pain as they land.) SCP-7702-D: HARDER. Salas: [MASSY FLITE MOADE ENGAGG] (The camera turns upward. Without any visible source of propulsion, SCP-2527-1 hovers in the air around 7702-D.) (Only the head and upper neck of 7702-D is visible, revealing it to be a massive, serpentine version of "Feck". When fully coiled, it could just barely have fit inside 7702-A. It has a large and disheveled mane and beard composed of gray feathers. The feathers have grown over its eyes.) (2527-1 flies around 7702-D, dodging several swipes of its claws. Making high-pitched beeping sounds, 2527-1 launches a stream of smaller, explosive Lamassu statues at 140 rounds per minute.) Salas: [ENGAG FLITE MODE ORIGINALL SNOUD TRACKS BELIEF IT ORNOT MASSY WALKIG ON ARE I NEVR THOT I COD FILSO FRIII HIII HIIIIIIII] (Large, retractable fins protrude from the back of 7702-D's neck. They start to glow with heat. The air around 7702-D is heated to the point of flashover. The burning trees in the area burn even brighter. 2527-1 is pushed back across the forest canopy.) [Truncated for brevity] (The Sun is rising. The fires have mostly burned out. The wreckage of several Nu-7 helicopters is visible. The camera is fixed on the forest floor; Woolsey's charred corpse is visible in the corner of the frame.) (2527-1 is still airborne. It has taken heavy damage and no longer bears any resemblance to a Lamassu. The "Massy" voice sputters through heavy distortion.) Salas: [wh o cod i t t beeee] Just fucking [bel ief itorn oot] DIE! [it s m m a ssyyyy] 7702-D: Look at the mess we've made. I wonder if they'll call in the nukes. Salas: Shut up and give me Feck back. [alert hit ponts crigtic al di d youo need to tr ry the tt utoornial levell??] 7702-D: He has already forgotten you. (Wobbling, 2527-1 begins to descend.) Your love was only here for a moment. But the Murk is eternal. Since you're on your last legs, I think now's as good a time as any we talked this over like adults. The fact is, Dr. Salas, I couldn't be prouder of you. Look at where eons of suffering in the Murk took you! You were in Hell so long that you figured out an escape plan. You thought like rocks and dreamed like water, outliving every fleeting thing above and around you, and now… you were strong enough to last this long in a battle with a god. Do you see now, Dr. Salas? You've accepted the gifts of Esto without even knowing it. Think of what other impossible problems your Foundation could solve if you stopped denying the gift of torment. I spread growth and ask for nothing in return. And for this, your ilk place me in the same lot as mad sadists like the Scarlet King. Is that fair? Was such generosity any grounds to destroy my kingdom, brother? Yes, I can see your little toy up there. Hello, operator! Give that backstabbing Weaver of yours my regards. Salas: Who the hell were you talking to just now? 7702-D: No one of any importance. My point is this, Dr. Salas: let me ruin your day, and all of your dreams will come tr— (Seven screeching noises consistent with Impaler Events10 are heard. 7702-D stumbles over mid-sentence.) 7702-D: Nice to see you too, Jally. (A sonic boom is heard as an instance of SCP-2578-D rapidly descends onto the scene. It floats to a halt in midair over 2527-1.) SCP-2578-D: Query: are you the entity designated open quote "the Sphinx or whatever" close quote? Salas: Oh my God — yes, that's me! Did one of the Fehu-17 guys give you the message? (7702-D: slowly turns its open jaws toward 2758-D.) 2578-D: Affirmative. Proposal: leave this one to us. (A small geyser of superheated plasma is unleashed from 7702-D's throat. Half of 2758-D's body flash-melts; the other half falls away, smoking. It lands a few feet away from the camera.) Salas: WELL, ASS ME IN THE FUCK. 2578-D: Disregard proposal. 7702-D: Adorable. One last brawl for the road, "Melyah?" Salas: (Incoherent yelling in rage.) (2527-1 charges blindly through the air toward 7702-D.) (7702-D slaps it downward. A pillar of dust flies upward from the impact site. 7702-D chuckles.) 7702-D: I just remembered; there is still one question for which you have no answer. Salas: (Unintelligible) 7702-D: It's this: "what was the Greek's little dream-poison made out of in the first place?" Salas: (Unintelligible) 7702-D: Here, let me show you. (7702-D rears back, standing fully upright. Its arms move toward the crotch area. It is unclear what is taking place through the scorched treeline, but rushing water is heard. 7702-D groans with satisfaction.) Taste familiar? 2578-D: Nanite recovery 54% successful; maximum recovery threshold reached. Primary weapon back online. Engaging… (The drone's tail cannon moves into place, aiming at 7702-D's forehead area.) (The audio cuts out from the sound of the resulting Impaler Event.) (7702-D roars in extreme pain11. Its paws move up to its forehead, but the paws move away; it's too sensitive to touch. As a result, the feathers around the forehead have been drawn back.) (A small, black, tumorous protrusion is barely visible between 7702-D's eyes.) 2578-D: RAISING VOLUME FOR CLARIFICATION! PROPOSAL: EXTRACT! (2527-1, still soaking wet, quivers back into the air.) Salas: [h p leeft 1 out of <macksimum valyue not fond> mas ssy havin g actifat ed L I M AT BRAE CK TELEKINESISIS ENGAGGED YOU GOT TIHS PLAYER WUN GOPHER IT] (2527-1 charges for the tumor just as 7702-D begins to recover.) 2578-D: Alert: unit compromised. Destroying remains to deter enemy salvage. Salas: WAR-FOOD! 2578-D: Please keep back. (2578-D's remnants explode, destroying the camera's lens and ending the feed.) Project Thökk Transmission #2,835 (The last fires in the forest sputter out.) Salas (V): [east] [east] [east] [east] … [east] (A thin, wheedling voice from below…) VUUOU: WAA-OOH. Salas (M): The fuck? VUUOU: STEALING MY KINGDOM ONCE WASN'T ENOUGH, WAS IT, JALLY? I HOPE YOUR MOONS MELT AND POUR DOWN YOUR EARS. THIS IS THE ONLY FORM OF CRUELTY THAT WILL TAKE MY GROWTH NOWHERE. Salas (M): Holy shit, he sounds like a mouse with emphysema. VUUOU: LEAVE MY SIGHT FOREVER, PROGRESS-DEFILING MEAT EFFIGY. Salas (V): Okay. [east] [east] [east] …wait, can he move? Traufek: Not at any speed that would matter. His jailers close in, as do mine. (The voice of a calmer, less-demonically-possessed SCP-7702-D rocks the surrounding soil with its volume.) Salas (V): You must be Traufek the Sagebeast. Traufek: That I am. The scent of your life force… one of my brains associates it with nothing. Another wishes it would have come to know this scent under happier circumstances. Salas (V): Pretty sure you're smelling all your piss I was just bathed in — Traufek: The third brain cries out to sleep next to you once more. Salas (V): Feck… Traufek: The council of three minds within my skull has reconvened at last. But my days of advising the court of MUZD are far behind me. We wish only for one final dream - a dream of a land much like our home. A dream from which we will never again awaken. What of you, Child of Man? Will you be joining us? … Salas (V): You would take me in, knowing all I've done with the Foundation? Traufek: What you have "done" is that you have set me free. The rest is commentary. … Salas (V): Can I ask one more question before I decide? Traufek: Of course. Salas (V): Will Feck remember me? (Traufek chuckles warmly.) Traufek: That… I do not know. But I can guarantee you this much: meeting you was the most fun he had in ages. I'm sure he wouldn't mind giving it another try. … Salas (V): …well, what are we waiting for? Traufek: Can you step onto my palm? Salas (V): [east] Traufek: Close your mind's eye… Note: SCP-2527-1 "Just after Incident-7702-Black wrapped up, Daniels and I noticed that a new instance of SCP-2527-1 appeared in its containment crate out of nowhere. And for five seconds, the screen of SCP-2527-2 read "LIFES REMANEING: 98." - Carl Grodin, Experiment Coordinator for SCP-2527 - [Close] @ + SCP-7702 [Final Iteration] - [Close] NOTICE: You are viewing the most up-to-date iteration of the SCP-7702 file. Item: SCP-7702 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Containment Area-7702 has been built around SCP-7702-A under the cover of a wildlife research enclosure. SCP-7702-B is contained in a lead-lined metal canister in a standard containment locker at Site-59. Description: SCP-7702 refers to two organisms contained in the aftermath of SCP-7702-Black. Both specimens are functionally immortal and do not require food or water. SCP-7702-A is a massive12 bipedal organism with both reptilian and avian features. Any damage inflicted upon SCP-7702-A completely regenerates within a period of five minutes. SCP-7702-A is in a permanent state of REM sleep. According to intelligence provided by the Three Moons Initiative, this is irreversible. SCP-7702-B is a tumor-like mass composed of 20 kg of black, waxy flesh. DNA samples extracted from SCP-7702-B have no match with any mundane organism. The only organs visible on the entity are a beaked mouth, three compound eyes, and 42 threadlike pseudopods. SCP-7702-B is extremely hostile. Seventeen hours of uninterrupted skin-to-skin contact with a living host can result in SCP-7702-B overriding the host's consciousness. However, SCP-7702-B has no other anomalous capabilities, moves at a maximum speed of 0.3 meters per hour, and has a maximum bite strength of 0.4 kg. Memorandum on SCP-7702-B from the Ethics Committee SCP-7702-B's containment measures are still under development. The Ethics Committee hasn't come to this much of an impasse in years. While permanent solitary confinement in a cramped metal canister would be abject cruelty for any other sentient anomaly, 7702-B appears to prefer these conditions. One researcher even remarked that upon opening 7702-B's canister for routine cleaning, the entity slapped its cleaning tool away and vocalized the words "JOY UNENDING" and "THE TRUTH IS INSIDE ME." By contrast, all attempts to create a larger and more humane enclosure for the entity have resulted in near-constant shrieks of distress and flailing. Some have posited that this is an attempt at reverse psychology on the part of a clever prisoner. However, this could have something to do with the philosophy that 7702-B has displayed in the records of Project Thökk - i.e. "rotting" to attain spiritual enlightenment. If this is true, then we have another problem: the Foundation's strict adherence to the "not a hotel" policy. At the same time, while 7702-B's actions in the past are undoubtedly heinous, the Foundation does not exist as a supernatural criminal justice system. So we're left at a crossroads: Do we keep it bottled and allow the enemy to be happy forever through what might secretly be cruelty? Do we expend additional resources to torture the entity with what might secretly be mercy? Do we alternate between the two? Or perhaps there's some fourth option hidden in plain sight? If Director Naismith were to advise us directly on this matter, it would be appreciated. We've had 12 separate hung referendums about the 7702-B question… Project Thökk - Final Transmission Salas (M): I've been lying here in this meadow for the past two months. My eyes have been closed. I've heard a few animals here and there, and the wind has been warm against my nose. I don't know why I haven't moved. I guess I'm just waiting for the other shoe to fall. Going through as much long-term Murk torture as I have can't be good for the psyche, but I just… I remember it, but I don't remember feeling it. Perhaps this was a little bonus from Traufek. …once I leave, I should really start spelling the names the way they were originally. T-R-A-U and F-E-K. It's gonna be hard to get used to. I wonder what Trau's up to these days. If she's not trying to save Traufek's dream, what sort of work does she have lined up instead? As for Fek… I'm not entitled to him. I've gotta have some contingency plan lined up in case he doesn't feel the same way he used to about me. But at the bare minimum, I'm gonna get to see him again at some point — and that'll be more than enough. … I remember the first time Dr. Lisle Naismith told me that the world couldn't truly be saved. You could only save a few perfect days, and that was what was truly worth fighting for. I gave him a lot of shit, but Lisle was one of the handful of genuinely good guys at Site-59. I guess that's why he was in charge. But if I ever get the chance to see him again (I mean, that'll never happen, but fuck you, this is rhetorical), I'll have to correct him on one minor point: it is entirely possible to save your world, the one that's within your purview. It's possible even if you've done what I've done, and even if you've been as completely and utterly boned as I have. I was stuck at the bottom of an ocean of caustic filth for over 500 years (still not convinced, but that's what Massy told me), and even then I was able to find a way to improve my situation using only what I had available. If even an idiot like me could do it… I guess that was the "evergreen" bullshit that VUUOU was on about. But it'll be a cold day in Corbenic before I let him take credit for what Fek and I accomplished. … No more waiting. I'm ready to open my eyes. Fek: Food? Salas (M): GAAAH WHAT THE FUCK DUDE YOU'RE NOT EVEN AN INCH OVER ME JESUS Trau: Now what are you doing, Fek?! Fek: Trau, look over here! I thought this eat-food over here was dead-kill but it moved! Trau: For the last fucking time, not everything with skin-flesh is— Salas (V): Actually, I'm talk-food. Trau: SEE?! Salas (V): Sorry, guys. Talk-food isn't eat-food. Trau: Psh. Everyone knows that. Fek: Wait a moment… (Footsteps approaching Salas.) Do you know this talk-food? (Trau rapidly files through paper in a notebook) Trau: Actually, I've never cataloged this one before… Fek: It's a new talk-food. And it knows one of our rules. Has that ever happened before? Trau: Well, have you considered that maybe it's such a stupidly obvious rule that even a neophyte could understand it? Salas (V): Yeah. Eating a talk-food always has this big pile of sad about it afterwards, doesn't it? Trau: (Prolonged gasp) Fek: Fascinating… Trau: I am so, so sorry, Talk-Food, but I need you to come with me right now so I can ask you — (checks notebook) — 273 questions for the scroll I'm writing on talk-foodology! Salas (M): Oh no, she's adorable… Fek: You're scaring her, Trau. She's new here, remember? (Fek's voice comes closer; the sound is consistent with being hugged.) Sorry about my sister — she can be a little go-do-now when she sees something new. But since you're here… … Talk-Food? Salas (M): I'm home. Trau: …is the talk-food crying? Why is the talk-food crying?! Fek: Oh, dear. I think maybe she had her heart set on being eat-food. Trau: Don't be sad, Talk-Food! Here, I can bite you a little if you want… @ Footnotes 1. Consisting of ████████ having been run through SCP-914's "Very Fine" setting ███ times. 2. Named after a genus of flowers also known as "forget-me-nots." 3. (Pronounced to rhyme with "cow") 4. One of the grocers of Beaconridge. (See Transmission #47) 5. (Pronounced "VOO-oh") 6. "I cannot overemphasize this: unless it's necessary for the purpose of containment, sexual contact with an anomaly will always be wrong, no matter how consensual. Project Thökk will continue, but Dr. Salas has been posthumously demoted to D-class. In addition, given the situation, the draft of her civilian cover obituary has been rewritten to claim that she died from injuries sustained while committing bestiality." - Sasha DiLaurentis, Site-59 Disciplinary Chief 7. "Come on, the obituary's a bit much, don't you think?" - Director Naismith 8. Closest approximation: "See you soon." 10. (The few that have been recorded beneath orbit) 11. (While 7702-D's masochistic mindset would make this paradoxical, it is currently believed that the shock of all the pain at once was what truly upset the entity. - Anders Klimt, director of Project Thökk) 12. Length: 520 m from snout to tail, Weight: at least 330,000 metric tons ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7702" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7702. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7703 | pending | Item#: 7703 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: N/A link to memo Noah Patel updated the Anomaly Classification System header: Item#: 7703 Level0 Containment Class: Non-Anomalous Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: N/A link to memo Vincent Bohart updated the Anomaly Classification System header: Item#: 7703 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: N/A link to memo Noah Patel updated the Anomaly Classification System header: Item#: 7703 Level0 Containment Class: Non-Anomalous Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: N/A link to memo Site-333 — Interdepartmental Text-Based Communications Log: 12/12/2022 — 10:03 am Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Vincent Bohart: Noah, I swear to god. If you don't stop doing that I'm going to restrict your server access. Tony Catalano: We all know that's an empty threat, Vincent. The only person you've managed to lock out of Site-333's Scip.net is yourself. Vincent Bohart: By throwing your computer out the window. Tony Catalano: Okay, fair play. Noah Patel: It literally is non-anamolous. You're all overreacting! Vincent Bohart: Noah, there is a hole in your fucking head. Noah Patel: Was! There was a hole, they patched it up. Leonora Morales: What is going on here? Tony Catalano: Someone paid to get a hole drilled in their head over the weekend. Leonora Morales: Wait, is that why Noah's bald? And wearing all that gauze? Noah Patel: It's called trepanning and it's a real medical procedure. Hang on, I'll find a picture. The Extraction of the Stone of Madness, Hieronymus Bosch, c.1450 –1516. Vincent Bohart: That man is not a doctor. Leonora Morales: I'm pretty sure that painting is supposed to be an allegory. Tony Catalano: Where did you even get this done anyway, Noah? Noah Patel: There's a new place at the strip mall. Next to Tony's Pizzeria. It's the real deal. The guy who did it was Dr. John Clarke, he knew all about this stuff. Vincent Bohart: That man is not a doctor. Noah Patel: I don't get why you're all giving me a hard time about this. I saw a billboard saying it could help with headaches, went in, got a hole drilled and filled, and here I am. It's an ancient medical practice, thousands of people have done this before. Vincent Bohart: Yeah, and all those people are dead now. You're not. That's what's anomalous. Noah Patel: Oh yeah? Well, are the pyramids anomalous? Stonehenge? The CN Tower? Just because things are old and we don't know how they work doesn't make them an anomaly! Leonora Morales: Noah, all those things are anomalous — sure they were built using mundane methods, we do actually know how they built them — but they're literally all anomalous. Tony Catalano: What did it feel like anyways? Noah Patel: Well, it hurt for a little bit at the start, when they were pulling the skin back. They had put some sort of numbing cream on, but that kinda stopped helping when they brought out the drill. Damn that thing was loud. Noah Patel: That next bit really hurt. It's kind of like, well it's hard to think of a comparison. Okay, have you ever seen construction workers drilling a hole in concrete? It's like that, but inside your head. Noah Patel: Then it felt really good all of a sudden. Like, imagine how good a lake must feel when a dam bursts, and everything just rushes forward and your vision splinters into a thousand little fractals and somehow you can remember things you never could? Like being inside your mother's womb? Noah Patel: Then it hurt a lot, again. I blacked out and when I woke up they were stapling the skin back in place. Leonora Morales: Hang-on, they were stapling, not stitching, your scalp back on? Noah Patel: Yeah, one of those office staplers; the doctor had it unfolded and was whacking it against my head. Leonora Morales: Okay, I'm with Vincent. This isn't normal. Tony Catalano: I don't know, I'm kinda with Noah on this one. I mean, the human body can handle some crazy stuff. Who's to say this whole thing is not anomalous? Noah Patel: Alright, enough Vincent. Yes I'm bald, and yes I have a hole in my head, but I'm not a bowling ball, okay? It wasn't funny the first time, it wasn't funny the sixth. Stop calling me that! Leonora Morales: What? Vincent Bohart: I never typed that. Tony Catalano: I'm sitting in the same room as him, he didn't even say that out loud. Noah Patel: Oh. Vincent Bohart updated the Anomaly Classification System header: Item#: 7703 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: N/A link to memo ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7703" by DodoDevil, Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. 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Trespassers who pass the exclusion zone are to be detained and searched, followed by amnestization and release. As of 12/11/2003, The Foundation had constructed a 450-meter concrete dome with the exterior layered in iron above and around SCP-7704. This is to mitigate its effects on the ocean such as bubble emission and temperature. To communicate with SCP-7704-1, interviewers will use the KEPLER-200 hydrophone1 and the ZION-A400 receiver.2 With this, SCP-7704-1 is to be monitored weekly so that it remains within SCP-7704. Lastly, traversal through SCP-7704 requires the approval of Director Rodrigo Mosa. Doing so without permission will result in being administered Class-C amnestics followed by immediate excommunication from The Foundation. (See Addendum-3) Location of SCP-7704 Description SCP-7704 is a thaumaturgic dome of fire sitting on the Alboran seabed, between 800 and 1000 meters below surface level. SCP-7704 is 223 meters tall and 385 meters wide with its exterior heat being recorded at approximately 1000°C. Currently, it does not spread, nor can it be extinguished. SCP-7704 does not seem to be utilizing any flammable fuel, anomalous or otherwise, that would keep it burning. The Foundation is able to ascertain the interior dimensions throughout SCP-7704 by using an upgraded Thermal Imaging Camera. The Foundation viewed through SCP-7704 housing SCP-7704-1. SCP-7704-1 is a humanoid Class IV Reality Bender that is of the lands of curious people, capable of manifesting nearly anything a person wishes for so long as they are at close proximity with it. SCP-7704-1 is capable of verbal communication in Spanish.3 It is unknown whether SCP-7704-1 was someone that had been transfigured to be a caged stranger or an odd forest folk that has said person’s memories. Discovery: In 1997, local deep divers in Spain spread stories that they followed a large density of rising bubbles down to a massive bright spot in the depths of the seabed. Foundation agents administered amnestics to explorers and civilians and spread a cover story that the divers were hallucinating due to lack of oxygen. The Foundation deployed an Autonomous Underwater Vehicle codenamed PERCIVAL to investigate the seabed. PERCIVAL descended to 780 meters below the surface until its hydrophone picked up the sound of breathing. After PERCIVAL's discovery of SCP-7704-1, The Foundation began constructing the containment dome for SCP-7704. On 02/19/2004, The Foundation dropped a KEPLER-200 and a ZION-A400 directly above SCP-7704 so that SCP-7704-1 could communicate with Foundation personnel. The interviews were assigned to Intel Collector and Senior Researcher Lía Blanca to record accounts of SCP-7704-1. Addendum-1: Interviews ▼ Open Interview-1 ▼ ▲ Close Interview-1 ▲ Interviewed: SCP-7704-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Lía Blanca Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> Blanca: Hello? Can you hear me? SCP-7704-1: I can. Blanca: Good, audio checks out. Could you tell me a little about yourself? SCP-7704-1: I am a servant. Here to grant you whatever you desire. Blanca: Is that so? SCP-7704-1: But first, you must meet me. Blanca: Meet you where? SCP-7704-1: Here. At the center. (Brief pause.) Blanca: Is there another way we could see you? SCP-7704-1: My apologies, but this is the only way. Blanca: Could you specify what you mean by "granting our desires." SCP-7704-1: I can make you a ruler. I can give you infinite wealth. Great strength. Heal any illness. I can do anything and everything that you ask of me. Blanca: Would you like to demonstrate this? SCP-7704-1:… I cannot. Blanca: But didn't you say- SCP-7704-1: I said you must meet me. Is that so hard to understand? Blanca: So we need to go through those fires? SCP-7704-1: Indeed. Blanca: Could you explain to us why that is? SCP-7704-1: (Exhale) It is a long story. One that I am not fond of retelling as of now. Blanca: Alright then. Is there a name you go by? SCP-7704-1: Come back to me when you have your wish. <END LOG> ▲ Close Interview-1 ▲ There was discussion to traverse SCP-7704 and confirm the claims of SCP-7704-1 with the use of D-class personnel within the expedition. However, it was denied due to the belief that sending D-class would be a severe risk to The Veil and The Foundation. The order was to wait until there was further understanding of SCP-7704 and SCP-7704-1, and not enter due to claims alone. ▼ Open Interview-2 ▼ ▲ Close Interview-2 ▲ Interviewed: SCP-7704-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Lía Blanca Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> Blanca: Hello again. SCP-7704-1: Are you ready for your wish? Blanca: Not yet. I thought maybe we could get to know each other some more. SCP-7704-1: What is there to know? Blanca: I'm sure there's something worthwhile. SCP-7704-1: So you’re not here for a wish? Why do you bother me, then? Blanca: I don't mean to. I just mean- SCP-7704-1: If you don't want it, then leave! (Silence for 6 seconds.) Blanca: I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. SCP-7704-1 scoffs. Blanca: How about we make a deal? (No response from SCP-7704-1.) Blanca: What's something I could give you right now? (SCP-7704-1 remains silent for about 4 seconds.) SCP-7704-1: Some music would be nice. Blanca: Anything specific? SCP-7704-1: Something soft. Blanca: I can make that happen. SCP-7704-1: And what do you want from me in exchange? Blanca: Like I said, I want you to talk about yourself. SCP-7704-1: This is not a wish? Blanca: Does it have to be? SCP-7704-1: I… suppose not. Blanca: Great. Give me a moment. ( After a minute, Blanca plays "ERES TU" by Mocedades. Blanca and SCP-7704-1 listened to the song for 2 minutes and 19 seconds before resuming their conversation.) Blanca: (Singing) Eres tú. Como el fuego de mi hoguera. Eres tú. El trigo de mi pan. (Blanca allows the song to continue playing. The audio eases its volume until it can no longer be heard, ending the song.) Blanca: So, what do you think? SCP-7704-1: I have never heard such a song before. Blanca: Do you like it? SCP-7704-1: I do, indeed. Blanca: I’m glad you think so. This is me and my daughter’s favorite. SCP-7704-1: You have children? Blanca: Mhm. Just the one, though. And you? SCP-7704-1: I did. Blanca: Boy? Girl? SCP-7704-1: Both. Blanca: Mm, I could never with two. (Silence) SCP-7704-1: You're quiet now. What is it? Blanca: Sorry, just remembering this girl being such a bully to her just because she likes to sing aloud. SCP-7704-1: What happened after? Blanca: Got a call from her school about a fight. SCP-7704-1: Did she win? Blanca: You bet. SCP-7704-1: (Chuckles) Very good! Blanca: What about your kids, how were they? SCP-7704-1: Trouble, those little ones. Blanca: I'll say. SCP-7704-1: There was a time when I told them not to go climbing on the dry trees. But- Blanca: They never listen, right? SCP-7704-1: Yes, thank you! I had to carry my boy, Sendino, all the way back home with a twisted ankle. Blanca: Ouch! SCP-7704-1: Of course, he never went back to those trees again. Blanca: Aw. Poor kid. SCP-7704-1: This other time, I was practicing with my sword, and out of nowhere, Sendino was standing behind me. I heard no footsteps or even a whisper. So when I turned, we both screamed like madmen. Blanca: Oh God, was he okay? SCP-7704-1: Thank the Lord, yes. I asked him if he needed anything, but he told me he did not. He then walked away, and I was left standing there. One must wonder why children do the most daft things. Blanca: You and me both. SCP-7704-1: Oh? Blanca: Like, when my daughter was a toddler, she would go to my drawers, take out all of my clothes, crawl in there, and sit. SCP-7704-1: (Chuckles) What? Why would she do that? Blanca: I don’t know! And even when I put her back in her crib or put up a barrier, she would still find a way over them and go back to my drawers. SCP-7704-1: And she just sat in there? Blanca: Yes! SCP-7704-1: Perhaps she thought she was riding a horse. Blanca: Maybe. Thank God she turned four. Otherwise, she would’ve broken them. SCP-7704-1: I can imagine. Would prefer they stayed small. Blanca: Mhm. This is a pretty good start, don't you think? SCP-7704-1: I suppose it is. Blanca: I'll come back with some more music. You just wait for me, okay? SCP-7704-1: Yes, I will be waiting for you. <END LOG> ▲ Close Interview-2 ▲ ▼ Open Email Exchange-1 ▼ ▲ Close Email Exchnage-1 ▲ The following is translated from Spanish to English From: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr To: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl Subject: Interview-2 Concern Was it wise to share your personal information with SCP-7704-1? From: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl To: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr Subject: re: Interview-2 Concern It managed to get SCP-7704-1 to open up and tell us something. If we are going to know what SCP-7704-1 is and how it got there, then we should try whatever we can to have it talk. I’ll tell him enough about me so that it feels comfortable to reciprocate. Going forward, we can lead with its family. From: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr To: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl Subject: re: re: Interview-2 Concern What if by chance you or it become attached to one another because you’re willing to be vulnerable? From: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl To: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr Subject: re: re: re: Interview-2 Concern It’s too soon to accuse me of that but I understand your worry. I’ll be honest, I can’t control what SCP-7704-1 thinks of me if we do share our lives. But how else are we going to get it to talk? I just need some flexibility for this to work, otherwise, what’s the point of interviewing it for info? From: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr To: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl Subject: re: re: re: re: Interview-2 Concern Very well. Just try not to say too much. ▲ Close Email Exchnage-1 ▲ ▼ Open Interview-3 ▼ ▲ Close Interview-3 ▲ Interviewed: SCP-7704-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Lía Blanca Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> Blanca: Hello again. SCP-7704-1: Wonderful, you have returned. Blanca: Oh, someone's excited. SCP-7704-1: Well, I have not thought of my children in so long, but it's all returning to me. So I thank you… I never got your name. Blanca: It's Blanca. SCP-7704-1: Blanca. I am truly grateful. Blanca: You're welcome. SCP-7704-1: So what may be on your mind? Blanca: Well, maybe you would wanna tell me more about your kids. Or anyone from your family. SCP-7704-1: Hmm. There is Catallína. Blanca: Such a pretty name. SCP-7704-1: It was my mother who named her. She told me that would have been my name, had I been a girl. Blanca: Aww. That’s adorable! SCP-7704-1: Yes, yes. Catallína had this gift for crafts and she managed to make this really beautiful bracelet. It was brown leather wrapped in twine with garnets she chipped off and with wax, she stuck the garnet pieces onto the strap. Call me arrogant, but she made fine jewelry that would fit Queen Joanna of Castile.4 Blanca: Queen Joanna? How do you know her? SCP-7704-1: My father served the Catholic Crown5 as a knight on the mainland and was preparing me to follow suit in their service of Aragon. Blanca: Mainland? SCP-7704-1: Oh, my apologies. My home is on the west side of Mallorca. Blanca: One of the Balearic Islands? SCP-7704-1: Correct. Blanca: Oh, I’ve been there a couple of times. Mostly stayed in Palma. SCP-7704-1: Palma is a good choice. More to do there. Blanca: But you and your father as knights? That’s honestly amazing! You must’ve had a big name in your family. SCP-7704-1: Yes… Our name. That must have explained why the steeds of Aragon approached our home and took him from us. Blanca: What for? SCP-7704-1: They were incoming ships from the Ottomans. They said he had to fight for God, his King, and his country. For us. He promised that he would return and when he didn’t, my mother and I were… lost for a time. When I grew to be a man, I served to honor his memory. Blanca: I’m sorry. SCP-7704-1: I would do it all again. Although, I would have done it differently. Blanca: Different how? SCP-7704-1: To start, I would not have driven Catallína away. (Blanca does not respond.) SCP-7704-1: It was a boy, none I have ever met. He was… with her. I grabbed a branch from the unspoken trees, wanting to bash it in his skull. Catallína got in the way, giving him time to flee. She insisted I stop and I struck her so hard that she was bleeding from her nose. Blanca: You were angry. You couldn't have meant it. SCP-7704-1: Regardless, I should never have done that. The day after, she was not in her room. I searched for months on end across Spain. Across the forgotten place. Searching for anything on where she might be but I knew she was with him. I found nothing, so when I returned home, my wife and son hated me. (SCP-7704-1 deeply inhales and exhales. There was a sudden bang from the receiver which startles Blanca.) SCP-7704-1: I- (groans) why did I do that? Blanca: It’s okay, it’s fine. What about your mother? What did she think? SCP-7704-1: She was… Blanca: She was, what? (SCP-7704-1 remains silent for several seconds.) Blanca: Hello? SCP-7704-1: Trying to remember. (SCP-7704-1 does not speak for 42 seconds. Tapping sounds could be heard. The beats increase in volume and sound more violent.) SCP-7704-1: Remember… Remember… Remember! Blanca: What's happening there? (SCP-7704-1 shouts in pain.) Blanca: What did you do?! SCP-7704-1: Let me see her! I beg of you! Blanca: If you could please calm- SCP-7704-1: I know you can hear me you fucking wench! (SCP-7704-1 continued to yell as loud as it could until it stopped. Sizzling can be heard and then sobbing.) SCP-7704-1: Help me, Blanca. Blanca: How? SCP-7704-1: Perhaps find my mother's house? It is near Manacor. Or was it Felanitx? Or perhaps it was under the white hill? Blanca: Are you alright? SCP-7704-1: Just please, her house is there. Blanca: Are you sure? SCP-7704-1: Yes, I am sure! Blanca: It's just that you said you served Queen Joanna, right? SCP-7704-1: What of it? Blanca: It's- (clears throat) been centuries since her time. (SCP-7704-1 does not respond.) Blanca: A lot has changed. We wouldn't know where to start looking or if any of her remains were left. (SCP-7704-1 still does not respond.) Blanca: I'm sorry, maybe I should check back later. <END LOG> ▲ Close Interview-3 ▲ ▼ Open Email Exchange-2 ▼ ▲ Close Email Exchnage-2 ▲ The following is translated from Spanish to English From: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr To: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl Subject: Precautions with SCP-7704-1 We were reviewing the recordings and caught something concerning with its speech. Going forward you should follow Protocol 4000 - Eshu. Especially a review of 4000-SEP before interviewing the subject. While it may be outside of the irregular woods, it is still referring to it and speaking like a surreal fellow. From: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl To: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr Subject: re: Precautions with SCP-7704-1 Thanks for the heads up. From: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr To: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl Subject: re: re: Precautions with SCP-7704-1 You know I got your back. ▲ Close Email Exchnage-2 ▲ ▼ Open Interview-4 ▼ ▲ Close Interview-4 ▲ Interviewed: SCP-7704-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Lía Blanca Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> Blanca: Good evening. SCP-7704-1: Evening. Blanca: How are you? SCP-7704-1: Mmm. Blanca: Mind telling me what was that about? Your outburst, I mean. SCP-7704-1: What I said… It was not meant for you and I am sorry for that. Blanca: It’s alright. Could I ask you something? SCP-7704-1: What is it? Blanca: Are you an unnamed person? SCP-7704-1: No. I have a name. Blanca: What is it? SCP-7704-1: I am… Alvaro. Blanca: You still talk like them, correct? SCP-7704-1: My apologies. Old habits. Blanca: No need to apologize. I’m glad you told me. Is there anything I could do for you? SCP-7704-1: Do you have any more music? Blanca: Of course I do. In fact, I have something special. (Blanca begins playing a song.) SCP-7704-1: What is this one called? Blanca: It's called "Mosas En La Casa" by Shakira. Let me tell you, my Ana loves this woman. SCP-7704-1: Shakira sounds lovely. Blanca: Oh, that's not her. SCP-7704-1: It's not? Blanca: This is Ana's voice. (SCP-7704-1 remains silent as the music continues to play.) SCP-7704-1: Your daughter sounds beautiful. Blanca: Oh, I know. She gets it from her father. Though, it's hard for her to sing like that nowadays. SCP-7704-1: How so? Blanca: She's been having breathing problems. But of course she would with all the singing she does. She'll be fine though. SCP-7704-1: And you? Blanca: Never had the time. (The music continues to play.) SCP-7704-1: She sang this last year for a show in her school. Good thing my ex-husband recorded it for me. SCP-7704-1: You were not there? Blanca: Like I said, I didn't have the time. (Pause.) SCP-7704-1: Why do you share this with me? Blanca: I guess I thought it would cheer you up, but… I don't know. (They let the song continue to play until it ends.) Blanca: Have you ever told your kids everything you do for them? Especially for your work? SCP-7704-1: I did. Never the battles, however. Never the chaos that came with it. Blanca: I don’t expect you to. SCP-7704-1: For they do not need to know. They were my battles, not theirs. So yes, I did tell them that it was to keep them safe. Blanca: Exactly. SCP-7704-1: Though, I will say this, Blanca. Before I drove my daughter out, I promised them that I would always come back. I did not want to repeat what my father had done. Duty is a responsibility but my family was my life and I would have given anything to stay by their side for as long as I could. Blanca: Were you able to keep that promise? SCP-7704-1: No. I like to think so, and perhaps I did for a time. Perhaps it had run out, however, I hope that it was enough… It is all about making what little time we have because God forbid anything happens to us or our children. Take this as advice from an old man. (Pause.) Blanca: I think we’ve said enough for today. <END LOG> ▲ Close Interview-4 ▲ ▼ Open Email Exchange-3 ▼ ▲ Close Email Exchange-3 ▲ The following is translated from Spanish to English From: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr To: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl Subject: Interview-4 Concern Should I be worried that you suddenly halted the interview? I can have you be in another project to make it easy on you, all things considered. From: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl To: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr Subject: re: Interview-4 Concern Thank you for being concerned, but I'm okay. I just needed a moment to myself after that. I'll be sure to follow up as soon as I can. From: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr To: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl Subject: re: re: Interview-4 Concern Lía, While it doesn’t seem like you or SCP-7704-1 are attached, this shows that your way will hamper your performance. I know it’s been hard on you. It’s been hard on all of us, especially Ana. Again, I could reassign you to a low-stress SCP and we can negotiate times. We do what we can. Have faith in her and know that she can get through this. From: tni.pcs|acnalbl#tni.pcs|acnalbl To: tni.pcs|asomr#tni.pcs|asomr Subject: re: re: re: Interview-4 Concern Rodrigo, No matter what project you put me in, it’s not going to change anything. Besides, I am making progress with SCP-7704-1 and I have to finish this. Stopping now would mean that we wasted our time and energy on nothing. What it said caught me off guard, I’ll try to keep a level head going forward. You say you got my back. Trust that I can do this. “We do what we can.” It’s not enough. ▲ Close Email Exchange-3 ▲ ▼ Open Interview-5 ▼ ▲ Close Interview-5 ▲ Interviewed: SCP-7704-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Lía Blanca Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> Blanca: Evening. SCP-7704-1: You do not sound thrilled. Blanca: Mmm. I'm just tired, is all. But enough about me, how have you been? SCP-7704-1: Me? I am doing better, strangely. Blanca: Oh yeah? SCP-7704-1: It’s been too long since I have heard something other than these roaring flames. I appreciate it very much, Blanca. Blanca: Call me Lía. SCP-7704-1 Lía… Blanca. A beautiful name. Blanca: That’s kind of you to say. SCP-7704-1: You have my gratitude, Lía. And as for our last meeting, had I upset you? Blanca: You didn’t. I just never thought I'd be having these lengthy talks about stuff like this. (Pause.) Blanca: I hope I have enough time. SCP-7704-1: Believe that you do. Blanca: I got another song that’s one of my favorites. You wanna give it a go? SCP-7704-1: Please. (Blanca plays Amor Eterno by Rocío Dúrcal. Blanca and SCP-7704-1 listen for 6 minutes and 17 seconds until the song concludes.) SCP-7704-1: My God… Blanca: So? What do you think? (SCP-7704-1 does not respond for 3 minutes and 12 seconds before speaking through the receiver.) SCP-7704-1: (Sniffs) Oh my God, I’m sorry. I just (shakey exhales) wished that I had done so much differently. Blanca: Hey, it’s okay. (SCP-7704-1 continues to collect itself.) SCP-7704-1: I should have never gone to that port. Blanca: What port? SCP-7704-1: The Port of Mahón. The Crown sent me to join three hundred or so men to defend it from invading Ottomans.6 Some of my friends were there… (SCP-7704-1 takes deep breaths.) SCP-7704-1: God, we were being slaughtered. Of course, we would. Against that many? What were they thinking?! And those fucking worms chose to surrender all of us just so they may be spared! I should have burned them with all the rest! Blanca: Burned them? SCP-7704-1: Forgive me, I- I need a moment. (SCP-7704-1takes 22 seconds to itself before speaking.) SCP-7704-1: They took me away to their ship. Along with the few surviving knights and civilians. We were their slaves, and we were on our way to their markets. Blanca: Oh my God. SCP-7704-1: Do you pray, Lía? Blanca: I do. SCP-7704-1: And have those prayers come true? Blanca: … One time, I remember Ana found out her boyfriend cheated on her. You could say that I wanted to kill him, like you. While my ex-husband was making sure she was okay, I asked God to bring justice down upon him for breaking my daughter’s heart. The next two days, Ana’s friends told her, then told me, that he sliced his fingers in a carpenting workshop. I wanted to laugh when I heard that. SCP-7704-1: I see. Blanca: Does that make me a bad person? SCP-7704-1: Hardly. At least to me. (Neither of them spoke for 12 seconds.) Blanca: So how did you escape? SCP-7704-1: She promised she would help me. She said I had to burn the bracelet Catallína made for me. She showed me the forbidden home. I did everything she asked of me. I waited for him as I followed the pale road to meet the one that would grant me a new body to have. SCP-7704-1: I had a stone in hand. When I gave my name, it shattered and I saw myself lying on one of the unknown trees. I grabbed another stone and beat my own head with it until I no longer moved. Because I am Alvaro… I am Alvaro. Blanca: Who promised you? (No response.) Blanca: Hello? SCP-7704-1: She was an angel. Beautiful like the summer sky. Warm to the touch… That vile, lying whore. I pray that you bled to your death. <END LOG> ▲ Close Interview-5 ▲ SCP-7704-1 did not respond to further questions from Blanca after this interview. Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") was utilized to traverse SCP-7704 with Atmospheric Diving Suits layered with Aluminized Carbon Kevlar. The suits had a built-in cooling insulation system to regulate the internal temperature of up to 35°C so that the user could operate it with little difficulty when entering SCP-7704. It will also have an external temperature display to notify the user when they approach the maximum temperature of 1000°C. KEPLER-200s and the ZION-A400s were also implemented within the suit for wireless communication. 17 minutes later, Gamma-6 resurfaced and was immediately sent to the Emergency Cabin with G6-3 suffering from sudden Heat Exhaustion. The suits had also been damaged due to the insulation system's prolonged exposure to extreme temperatures and requiring repair or improvements. Since then, The Foundation has ceased traversal until further notice. Addendum-2: Exerpts During the production of the AD suits, Blanca gathered a small crew to travel across Europe as well as North Africa to search for instances relating to SCP-7704-1 and confirm its claims. After 3 months, Blanca and her crew had compiled a series of excerpts in the order of their year. ▼ Open Documents ▼ ▲ Close Documents ▲ 1535, I was up on the sails to maintain them during a storm. My crewmates and I battled the winds and waves while some men were washed off board. Down the decks, I saw this bright blue light from where we held our stock and then it quickly vanished. After the storm, I searched the bottom decks and found that one of our slaves from Mahon had gone missing. He was a sickly looking one. I had thought that he had escaped during the storm. I thought him dead. Some days later, we were at sea. The night was quiet, mind the winds and crashing waves on the wood. Then the ship had caught a blaze from below and had already been engulfing our ship. Some of them fell through the decks, others got caught in the fires. I managed to take a boat and escape the burning ship. I looked to see other ships had also been set on fire. I heard a man laughing from the sky. His voice sounded familiar to me, but I could not recall where from then. I looked up and saw two bright stars, one green and one blue. I could not tell which one of them was laughing but I rowed my boat just in time before the ship sank. By the time I was ashore, I recognized the voice. I will not go back to Europe so that the mad stars would burn me. 1539, From demands of the Crown, an investigation in Madrid ensued on the fifteenth of April. There was a gathering of its people. Getting past the crowd, there was a man who was tall and donned a green cloak. His face could not be seen as his cloak covered the majority of his face. A local man asked if he was The Lord himself, but he replied, “I am but a servant.” Next to him was a woman with a blue cloak. Her shoulders and head were exposed but I could not make out her face as the white light above her head blinded us from gazing upon it. One could feel the warm heat coming from her as she cradled many in her arms. Perhaps I have seen Angels at work. Elders were turning young, the sick and injured were healed. The people's pockets were filled with gold and silver coins. The blue woman appeared behind me and asked if there was anything I desired. I wished to be reunited with my late wife. I never, never, would have imagined that she would return to me seconds later. It was her. It was truly her. To the Catholic Crown, God is with us. 1540, Bless our Lord, for he has given us life again. Horrible things were happening all across France. Storms blew and washed away homes, the earth ruptured and broke, fires to farms and forests, and disease swept us all. The Lord heeded our prayers and bestowed two angels to rid the works of The Devil. Our devotion, loyalty, and undying love could not measure the debt we had for our Saviors. One was a beauty that had brought the sun to us while she cradled us in her cloak. The other one was more hidden but he too shared his love for us by answering our prayers. Rejoice for France has been blessed! 1542, These are the end times, as they were written. I saw them battling at the foot of the Watzmann mountain. One of God’s Angels and The Dragon took their war down to us. He had lifted the earth and crushed it on top of her. Conjuring ice, stone, and steel to puncture her, yet she still stood. He had done everything in his power to kill her, but this Angel was as beautiful as she was powerful. I cannot, for the life of me, describe what he did near the end. But it was power unlike anything nature could ever bestow. I felt the force soon after and it blew away the storms. When I got out of the ditch, I noticed that he was fatigued. Which gave The Angel the chance to fire an arrow of light through him. Over time, The Devil was becoming smaller until it was the size of a man. He was screaming curses at her. She was torn into a bloodied mess, and yet she covered him with her cloak. She must have whispered something in his ear before summoning the sun and caging the evil within. She flew South, perhaps going to return the beast from once it came. I pray for her that God will heal her wounds. Dear Father, It has been years since I last saw you. When you struck me, I was scared. I thought that had I stayed, I would be punished further for lying to you. Perhaps I would have. I also supposed that I thought he loved me, as I had loved him. The first signs of me conceiving a child, he was gone. I then had my son, whom I named after you, and we had been on our own for Lord knows how long. I did what I must to care for us and there was a point when I thought myself better dead. We somehow made our way to a French village. It was nice for a time until a raging storm had us in its midst. Then the earth beneath us crumbled and I fell in. I was cold, trapped in my unmoving body. Then I felt warm again and saw you in front of me. It was your voice, low yet soothing. You were different. Green skin, four black eyes. But it was you and I never bawled like I did since I was a girl. I wanted nothing but to have you as my father again, and then I gazed upon the woman who was with you. She was so pretty, yet I could feel her eyes piercing through my soul. I recall her voice, as soft, if not softer than yours when she said, “You belong to me.” Who was she father? Then you both vanished, and I never got to say farewell. I do not know what she did to you, but if you are watching over me, know that I forgive you. And that I love you, always. Forever yours, -Catallína ▲ Close Documents ▲ ▼ Open Interview-6 ▼ ▲ Close Interview-6 ▲ Interviewed: SCP-7704-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Lía Blanca Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> Blanca: Hello. SCP-7704-1: Welcome back, Lía. (Blanca does not respond.) SCP-7704-1: Lía? Blanca: Sorry, yes? SCP-7704-1: Welcome back. Blanca: Oh… Thank you. SCP-7704-1: Are you alright? Blanca: I am. Just tired from all the running around I did. SCP-7704-1: Running around? Blanca: After our last interview, I went to find out what happened after that Ottoman ship. Found me some other things too. So who was that “Angel”? (SCP-7704-1 says nothing.) Blanca: You hate her that much? SCP-7704-1: After what she did to me. To all those people. To my Catallína. She deserves to be in Hell. Blanca: They say you and her helped people. SCP-7704-1: Inflicting diseases and disasters only to resolve them to take the glory? How was that helping? Blanca: You couldn’t stop her? SCP-7704-1: I was her servant. Up until she wished that I sunk a village in France. Blanca: Catallína was there. You brought her back. SCP-7704-1 I will never forgive her. Nor will I ever forgive myself… I caused her too much pain. I deserve to be here. Blanca: I want to read you something. (Blanca proceeds to read Catallína’s letter.) SCP-7704-1: You lie. Blanca: I’m not. This is hers. (SCP-7704-1 begins to cry.) Blanca: It hasn’t been easy, has it? The sacrifices you’ve made. The things you have to do. SCP-7704-1: I-I wanted to see her grow. To see her dreams come to light. I tried, I tried making things right with her! Blanca: That’s really all we can do. Try. SCP-7704-1: Thank you. Thank you so much! <END LOG> ▲ Close Interview-6 ▲ Addendum-3: Incident-7704 ▼ Open Director Mosa Meeting ▼ ▲ Close Director Mosa Meeting ▲ Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> Mosa: Blanca, glad you’re here. Blanca: Glad to be back. Airports were a nightmare. Mosa: (chuckles) I bet. Blanca: So what’s this about? Mosa: For starters, I want to personally congratulate you on your progress with SCP-7704-1, as well as your findings on the documents. Blanca: Thank you, Director. Mosa: However. Blanca: However? Mosa: The staff that you brought with your travels say that you were pushing them hard, sometimes with barely any rest. Can I ask why? Blanca: I wanted to be quick. Efficient. But quick. Mosa: They also noted your leaning interest in SCP-7704-1. Blanca: Interest in what way? Mosa: They say that, during your findings of these documents, specifically in Spain and France, you initially planned on returning sooner. But as you said, you wanted to be efficient. Could explain why you bothered finding the excerpt from Germany and the letter. Blanca: What’s your point? Mosa: Took me a while to think it over. It's not that you're attached to it. No, you want something from it, don’t you? Blanca remains silent for a time Blanca: You know why. I thought you had my back? Mosa: This is me having your back. It's why we put her on chemotherapy. Blanca: Do you know what she says? She says it's painful. She says she's tired… She wants to stop. Mosa: It’s a process, but she can get through it. Blanca: And what if it doesn’t work? What if we’re too late? What if this can save Ana? Mosa: Lía, you’re asking me to just let you use an anomaly, a very powerful anomaly, however and whenever we want. That’s cruel, and you’re not cruel. Besides, will it even accept your wish? Do we even know if it has side effects? Blanca: SCP-7704-1 says it's a servant. And what side effects? Look at what these people wrote about it. SCP-7704-1 can do it. Mosa: Okay, and we still have to go through fire that’s burning way hotter than it should. Our AD suits aren’t ready for that yet… I’m not going to lose both of you. Blanca: Then help me! Please, I need this. I need you. Pause. Mosa: You’re not going in there. That’s an order. For the safety of The Foundation, its staff, and you, I’ll be appointing you to a lighter project. Away from this area. If you come back here, I will use force. You really don’t want to test me on that. Blanca: Rodrigo… You can’t. Mosa: Go home, Lía. Let's just try to be with her while she still has time. <END LOG> ▲ Close Director Mosa Meeting ▲ From: [UKNOWN] To: tni.pcs|oisiromp#tni.pcs|oisiromp Subject: Disable Security Philippe, Tonight at 4 a.m., disable all of the security systems. If not or if you tell anyone about this email, then I’ll show everyone what you do at “The Palace”. I’m glad to know that you don’t do anything illegal or harm others, but what you do is still absolutely disgusting. On 05/19/2004 at 4 a.m., all security systems such as cameras and motion detectors were temporarily down by Head of Security, Philippe Morisio for 6 minutes. Once the systems were running again, security personnel reported a missing uniform and weapon from the locker rooms. The site had to be on lockdown to locate the infiltrator. Eventually, security found that the storage unit that held the AD suits was opened with one of the suits also missing. Task Forces immediately were sent to the location of SCP-7704 to capture the infiltrator. By the time they got there, they found the missing uniform and the weapon which had not been fired. The Task Force reported their findings and Director Rodrigo Mosa quickly went to the communications room. ▼ Open Traversal Through SCP-7704 ▼ ▲ Close Traversal Through SCP-7704 ▲ Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> (Blanca descends into the containment of SCP-7704. She then enters through one of the doors and approaches it. She stops as she observes the massive flames that boil the dome. She proceeds to step foot into SCP-7704 and march onward.) Mosa: What the hell are you doing?! Blanca: I have to do this. Mosa: Resurface right now! (Blanca says nothing.) Mosa: I can't protect you if The Council gets word of this. Blanca: Fine. Mosa: What do you mean, “fine”?! Lía, I’m ordering you to resurface! (Blanca says nothing.) Mosa: What about Ana? What do you want me to say to her? (Blanca says nothing.) Mosa: Lía, please! Say something! Blanca: I’m sorry. For everything that happened between us. Mosa: … I’m sorry too. Lía, I’m begging you. Come back and we’ll figure it out together. Blanca: I love you both. (Blanca mutes communication with Mosa. As she walks, her visor reads the temperature of the interior suit at 11°C. Oxygen: 91%) Blanca: So far, so good. (She marches for about 12 minutes as the interior temperature reads 15°C. Nothing else except the red, orange, and yellow flames are visible. Her breathing becomes slow and steady. Her visor rings a call from Mosa though she does not answer. Oxygen: 72%) (Another 4 minutes have gone by and the interior suits temperature 24°C. Oxygen is at 68%. Her heavy breathing continues as the oxygen slowly depletes from her visor. The internal cooling system fails and starts to malfunction. Her breathing starts to get faster, and her oxygen is at 50%. 2 minutes later, the interior temperature is 31°C with Oxygen at 49%. Blanca increases her speed and screams, most likely from the burns. She does this for another 3 minutes.) (She finally falls. The visor flashes a warning that the suit's resistance has reached its maxed temperature of 40°C. Blanca crawls for another 20 seconds before finally being dragged out from the flames. Blanca is turned to lay on her back with SCP-7704-1 looking down at her. SCP-7704-1 is tall and lanky. Its skin has different shades of green with four black eyes. Its arms are black and charred, and its legs are thin and do not seem to have any feet.) SCP-7704-1: Lía? (Blanca tries to speak but her breathing wheezes. SCP-7704-1 puts his hands on the helmet and turns it until it is removed. SCP-7704-1 places the helmet beside the pair, showing that the suit is heavily damaged from the flames. ) Blanca: (Wheezes) What… are you? SCP-7704-1: A servant of the Catholic Crown, Queen Mab, The Angel, Catallína, and now you. That is Alvaro. (Blanca grabs on the collar and tugs it. SCP-7704-1 helps Blanca out of her suit by unlocking the pins from the suit and lifting the top half. SCP-7704-1 pulls her out from the suit with Blanca having third-degree burns all over her body.) SCP-7704-1: Lía, make a wish to save yourself. Blanca: (Shakily) Alvaro… I wish… for Ana Mosa to be cured… Please. (The flames grow brighter with a high pitched ring that is audible for 5 seconds.) SCP-7704-1: It is done. (Blanca’s breathing is not heard. SCP-7704-1 taps on her face and shakes her.) SCP-7704-1: Lía? Wake up. (It shakes her body) Wake up. Lía? Lía! No, no, no, no, no, no! Come back! Come back! Is there anyone else? Please come down here! You need to make a wish! Anyone?! (SCP-7704-1 starts to cry and holds her body for an embrace. The footage abruptly cuts to black with no audio.) <END LOG> ▲ Close Traversal Through SCP-7704 ▲ After surveying Ana Mosa's aftercare, her recovery to normalcy from her Stage 4 Lung Cancer has been much quicker compared to chemotherapy. It is unknown what other side effects Ana gained from SCP-7704-1 and must be monitored carefully. ACCESS RESTRICTED: LEVEL 4 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED ACCESS GRANTED: WELCOME DIRECTOR MOSA Recorded Audio Note: The following is translated from Spanish to English <BEGIN LOG> Mosa: SCP-7704-1. (SCP-7704-1 does not respond. Neither says anything for 4 minutes.) Mosa: Lía… you could bring her back, right? SCP-7704-1: If that is what you wish. (Neither say anything for 2 minutes.) SCP-7704-1: I will be waiting for you. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. A cardioid hydrophone that can reduce ambient noise and is durable for deep diving and withstanding extremely high temperatures. 2. Receivers that follow the same functions as KEPLER-200. The Foundation’s pairing of these devices means that they could activate or deactivate them wirelessly with another hydrophone and receiver on the surface. 3. To specify the region, Castilian Spanish. 4. Queen Joanna of Castile ruled Spain from 1504 to 1555. 5. King Ferdinand II of Aragon and Queen Isabella I of Castile. Queen Joanna is their second daughter. 6. Reffering to the Sack of Mahon in 1535. « SCP-7703 | SCP-7704 | SCP-7705 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7704" by Strange Matter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7704. Licensed under CC-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 DOME OF THE BURNING Author: Strange Matter License: CC BY-SA-compatible Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/dome-of-the-burning/SCP-Dome%20of%20The%20Burning Filename: Location of SCP-7704 Author: Strange Matter License: CC BY-SA-compatible Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/dome-of-the-burning/Location%20of%20SCP-XXXX Filename: Alboran Sea Map Author: Wikimedia Commons License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mar_de_Alborán_-_BM_WMS_2004.jpg |
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} } @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; } } Item#: 7705 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES Dr. Timmer writing a memo, shortly prior to recording the first photographic evidence of SCP-7705. SCP-7705 is to be utilised in Foundation operations as a means of recruiting suitable personnel for Site-79's Mathematics Department. Recruitment posters alluding to "napkin math" are to be issued and distributed to mathematics programs at institutions of higher learning, attributed to the "Standard Computing Program". In the event that SCP-7705 is suitably proven to exist in mundane science, Disinformation Protocol DIP-7705 is to be enacted. DIP-7705 entails an immediate media effort centered around SCP-7705 as a psychological phenomenon. All evidence to the contrary is to be suppressed via amnestics, due to the potential expansion of research into phenomena easily verifiable as anomalous. DESCRIPTION SCP-7705 refers to the significant degradation of mathematical skills in humans when utilising a table napkin as a medium upon which to conduct written work. SCP-7705 is believed to result in at least $26.5 Million (USD) in financial losses per year, as well as at least two recorded fatalities in human spaceflight. Notably, SCP-7705 is a reliable method of identifying members of the public who hold a high Cognitive Resistance Value. Therefore, the derivative Napkin Test is to be administered to all personnel entering the Mathematics Department, stationed at Site-79. SCP-7705 is also believed to instill a higher degree of confidence than usual in calculations inscribed on a napkin. Numerous cases of violence rooted in mathematics have since been traced to SCP-7705. There are three well-documented instances of violence originating with SCP-7705: On August 11, 1983, Dr. Andrea Sherman, Professor of Mathematics at Indiana University, reportedly became agitated while dining in the cafeteria. Sherman, while gesturing to a napkin bearing a simple algebraic mistake, seized a knife and drove it through the hand of graduate student Helen Uerlich. Uerlich was hospitalized and Sherman charged with assault, record of which has since been expunged by Foundation order. On October 4, 1986, Agent Bill Regant was assigned to Provisional Site-506 in New York City, USA. While attempting to explain the source of a nearby modulated signal to colleague and radio operator Kenneth Pierce, Regant became belligerent. Regant traveled outside and assaulted a television presenter, in his confusion believing the presenter to be Agent Pierce. According to Pierce, an argument began after challenging Regant's calculations on a napkin. On June 4, 2014, Muhammad Basiyid, pilot of a private jet in Kuwait, attempted to calculate his trajectory mid-flight on a paper napkin given to him with his lunch at the previous airport. Basiyid would later stray into Iranian airspace, where he was forced to land. Basiyid insisted that the "maps were wrong", and slapped an Iranian police officer across the face. Addendum: On August 22, 2023, a grievous error in the size of metal cylinders used for the transport of an anomalous liquid sample resulted in the death of several personnel when the cylinders ruptured. Dr. Lane Petri, whose calculations caused the error as a result of SCP-7705, was brought before Foundation Provisional Court (FPC) to assess the extent of their culpability for the accident. Proceedings begin. FPC consists of eleven site directors (attending virtually), in addition to an unidentified member of Overwatch Command. 05 Personnel (05P): Dr. Petri, please take a seat. The court is instructed to keep an open mind and regard this case with impartiality. Dr. Petri, please explain your actions on August 22. Petri: Well, I was getting my things together for the morning, since I was flying out to 43 for the day. When I saw the email asking for cylinder specs, I decided to take care of it in the cafeteria. Director Belkova, Site-103: Surely you must have felt pretty confident in your calculations, if you thought you could do them so hastily as that, right? Petri: Oh absolutely, sir. I don't think I've fully conveyed how, without this SCP, this sort of thing is just second-nature to me. And I don't mean that as a brag! I can't make this kind of mistake if I tried. But I look down at that napkin, and I would swear on my mother that it's accurate. I feel attacked, even now, when you say it isn't. And it's all the more upsetting when you explain why it's wrong. Director Ball, Site-116: It's moving testimony, but it can't account for why you did this in such a hurry. If you had taken the time, is it not true you would've used a calculator rather than a napkin, which, mind you, is the source of a known anomaly? Petri: I can say with certainty that I had never heard of this anomaly before yesterday. But sir, let me get to my point. I don't think the napkin is the source of the anomaly. I think it's me. Ball: I'm sorry, you? Petri: August 11, 1983. Ball: The first instance of SCP-7705, yes, it's on the file here. Petri: Sir, that's my date of birth. Ball: I'd hardly call that conclusive. Independent of the source, I'd still like to know why you would take a shortcut on such a critical safety measure. Petri: It's not, as I said before, a shortcut, this is something anyone, even without a math degree, should be able to do in a hurry. Ball: Well, this has been very interesting, but the idea of you being a harmless little SCP yourself, who needs our help rather than our ire, is just a tad convenient, don't you think? 05P: Director, if you believe Dr. Petri is acting in malice please express your opinion privately. Ball: I'm gonna ask for a motion to be done with this nonsense and call a verdict now. Overseer, please call for a motion. 05P: Does anyone object to the rendering of a verdict? Silence. 05P: Members of the court, please record your votes electronically. Beeping heard. Petri looks exhausted and resigned. 05P: By unanimous verdict, Dr. Petri is found responsible for the August 22 incident and is to be held in detention at Site-79 for a period of thirty-three months, as well as to pay- Petri: WAIT! 05P: Does the offender wish to deliver an apology? Petri: No, I wish to admit that I had a bit of mustard on my face from lunch, I hope that did not undermine the credibility of my testimony. Most members of the court appear irritated by Petri's stalling. 05P resumes scribbling calculations of the financial penalty. 05P: Total fines will accumulate to, uh- Petri lifts a piece of paper from his dossier and wipes the mustard off his upper lip with it, using the paper as a napkin. 05P: -ninety-six cents. Belkova: I'm sorry, what? All members of the court become agitated and vehemently argue the total calculated on paper, now subject to SCP-7705. Further attempts by other members also fail, spare for Belkova, who uses a digital spreadsheet. Belkova's voice is drowned out. All members have turned their attention from Dr. Petri. Petri [Muttering softly to themself]: What kind of idiot would do math on a napkin… Dr. Petri exits the room unobstructed, with a wry smile on their face. SCP-7705 is now uncontained, and Dr. Petri's whereabouts are unknown. Preparations are underway to explain the sudden obsolescence of ordinary printer paper in mathematics. |
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} #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: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; 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SCP-7705 is to be utilised in Foundation operations as a means of recruiting suitable personnel for Site-79's Mathematics Department. Recruitment posters alluding to "napkin math" are to be issued and distributed to mathematics programs at institutions of higher learning, attributed to the "Standard Computing Program". In the event that SCP-7705 is suitably proven to exist in mundane science, Disinformation Protocol DIP-7705 is to be enacted. DIP-7705 entails an immediate media effort centered around SCP-7705 as a psychological phenomenon. All evidence to the contrary is to be suppressed via amnestics, due to the potential expansion of research into phenomena easily verifiable as anomalous. DESCRIPTION SCP-7705 refers to the significant degradation of mathematical skills in humans when utilising a table napkin as a medium upon which to conduct written work. SCP-7705 is believed to result in at least $26.5 Million (USD) in financial losses per year, as well as at least two recorded fatalities in human spaceflight. Notably, SCP-7705 is a reliable method of identifying members of the public who hold a high Cognitive Resistance Value. Therefore, the derivative Napkin Test is to be administered to all personnel entering the Mathematics Department, stationed at Site-79. SCP-7705 is also believed to instill a higher degree of confidence than usual in calculations inscribed on a napkin. Numerous cases of violence rooted in mathematics have since been traced to SCP-7705. There are three well-documented instances of violence originating with SCP-7705: On August 11, 1983, Dr. Andrea Sherman, Professor of Mathematics at Indiana University, reportedly became agitated while dining in the cafeteria. Sherman, while gesturing to a napkin bearing a simple algebraic mistake, seized a knife and drove it through the hand of graduate student Helen Uerlich. Uerlich was hospitalized and Sherman charged with assault, record of which has since been expunged by Foundation order. On October 4, 1986, Agent Bill Regant was assigned to Provisional Site-506 in New York City, USA. While attempting to explain the source of a nearby modulated signal to colleague and radio operator Kenneth Pierce, Regant became belligerent. Regant traveled outside and assaulted a television presenter, in his confusion believing the presenter to be Agent Pierce. According to Pierce, an argument began after challenging Regant's calculations on a napkin. On June 4, 2014, Muhammad Basiyid, pilot of a private jet in Kuwait, attempted to calculate his trajectory mid-flight on a paper napkin given to him with his lunch at the previous airport. Basiyid would later stray into Iranian airspace, where he was forced to land. Basiyid insisted that the "maps were wrong", and slapped an Iranian police officer across the face. Addendum: On August 22, 2023, a grievous error in the size of metal cylinders used for the transport of an anomalous liquid sample resulted in the death of several personnel when the cylinders ruptured. Dr. Lane Petri, whose calculations caused the error as a result of SCP-7705, was brought before Foundation Provisional Court (FPC) to assess the extent of their culpability for the accident. Proceedings begin. FPC consists of eleven site directors (attending virtually), in addition to an unidentified member of Overwatch Command. 05 Personnel (05P): Dr. Petri, please take a seat. The court is instructed to keep an open mind and regard this case with impartiality. Dr. Petri, please explain your actions on August 22. Petri: Well, I was getting my things together for the morning, since I was flying out to 43 for the day. When I saw the email asking for cylinder specs, I decided to take care of it in the cafeteria. Director Belkova, Site-103: Surely you must have felt pretty confident in your calculations, if you thought you could do them so hastily as that, right? Petri: Oh absolutely, sir. I don't think I've fully conveyed how, without this SCP, this sort of thing is just second-nature to me. And I don't mean that as a brag! I can't make this kind of mistake if I tried. But I look down at that napkin, and I would swear on my mother that it's accurate. I feel attacked, even now, when you say it isn't. And it's all the more upsetting when you explain why it's wrong. Director Ball, Site-116: It's moving testimony, but it can't account for why you did this in such a hurry. If you had taken the time, is it not true you would've used a calculator rather than a napkin, which, mind you, is the source of a known anomaly? Petri: I can say with certainty that I had never heard of this anomaly before yesterday. But sir, let me get to my point. I don't think the napkin is the source of the anomaly. I think it's me. Ball: I'm sorry, you? Petri: August 11, 1983. Ball: The first instance of SCP-7705, yes, it's on the file here. Petri: Sir, that's my date of birth. Ball: I'd hardly call that conclusive. Independent of the source, I'd still like to know why you would take a shortcut on such a critical safety measure. Petri: It's not, as I said before, a shortcut, this is something anyone, even without a math degree, should be able to do in a hurry. Ball: Well, this has been very interesting, but the idea of you being a harmless little SCP yourself, who needs our help rather than our ire, is just a tad convenient, don't you think? 05P: Director, if you believe Dr. Petri is acting in malice please express your opinion privately. Ball: I'm gonna ask for a motion to be done with this nonsense and call a verdict now. Overseer, please call for a motion. 05P: Does anyone object to the rendering of a verdict? Silence. 05P: Members of the court, please record your votes electronically. Beeping heard. Petri looks exhausted and resigned. 05P: By unanimous verdict, Dr. Petri is found responsible for the August 22 incident and is to be held in detention at Site-79 for a period of thirty-three months, as well as to pay- Petri: WAIT! 05P: Does the offender wish to deliver an apology? Petri: No, I wish to admit that I had a bit of mustard on my face from lunch, I hope that did not undermine the credibility of my testimony. Most members of the court appear irritated by Petri's stalling. 05P resumes scribbling calculations of the financial penalty. 05P: Total fines will accumulate to, uh- Petri lifts a piece of paper from his dossier and wipes the mustard off his upper lip with it, using the paper as a napkin. 05P: -ninety-six cents. Belkova: I'm sorry, what? All members of the court become agitated and vehemently argue the total calculated on paper, now subject to SCP-7705. Further attempts by other members also fail, spare for Belkova, who uses a digital spreadsheet. Belkova's voice is drowned out. All members have turned their attention from Dr. Petri. Petri [Muttering softly to themself]: What kind of idiot would do math on a napkin… Dr. Petri exits the room unobstructed, with a wry smile on their face. SCP-7705 is now uncontained, and Dr. Petri's whereabouts are unknown. Preparations are underway to explain the sudden obsolescence of ordinary printer paper in mathematics. |
SCP-7706 | esoteric-class | the Esoteric Mathematics Dept. SCP-7706 - ZERO-FINITY Item#: SCP-7706 Level3 Containment Class: anomalous Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: null Risk Class: warning link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the nature of SCP-7706 being a natural constant in the Infosphere, there are currently no methods known to the Foundation for properly containing it. As such, containment efforts instead are to be focused on minimizing knowledge of SCP-7706's existence in various sites of interest such as institutions of academia, mathematics, statistics, and research laboratories. If one or more individual is discovered to have found SCP-7706 outside of the Foundation's purview, agents stationed within these locations are permitted to utilize methods of amnesticization, disinformation, data sabotage, and "gaslighting" in order to minimize the amount of factual data that is released to the public. Research and experimentation relating to SCP-7706 are presently being headed by the Department of Esoteric Mathematics. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7706 designates a natural metaphysical constant that primarily situates itself in the collective Infosphere, the non-visible realm of all existing information, data, and knowledge. SCP-7706 takes the form of a possibly infinite string of numbers, roughly defined as completely composed of zeroes (0), negative ones (-1), and negative decimals (notably -0.1, -0.001, -0.0001, and so on). If SCP-7706 is applied to a singular concept, it is capable of directly affecting and influencing said concept in a physical (and possibly non-physical) manner. Throughout conducted testing and analysis, it was discovered that concepts applied with SCP-7706 would usually be rendered simply null (or nonexistent). Specifically, the concept can no longer be comprehended or interpreted by baseline human perception, often resulting in the concept developing an element of basic antimemeticism. However, while this is the case for a majority of concepts tested by the Foundation, sole concepts relating to numbers and/or having a strong significance to numerical digits that was applied with SCP-7706 would produce more or less interesting and unpredictable outcomes. This would often come in the form of nearby mass deterioration, on-site reality degradation, temporal destabilization, psychological dilapidation, and undoubtedly more. INITIAL DISCOVERY/INCIDENT LOG: SCP-7706 was first discovered in 1973, by [MEMETIC-HAZARD REMOVED | GENERATED PLACEHOLDER: KEVIN MURPHY], a desk accountant for the financial company known as [MEMETIC-HAZARD REMOVED | GENERATED PLACEHOLDER: TOPLINE]. Upon discovering it while calculating the sudden downturn of TOPLINE's client numbers on his notepad, KEVIN MURPHY unknowingly applied SCP-7706 to the entirety of his company's financial assets, resulting in the spontaneous nonexistence of all three of TOPLINE's office buildings, with everyone and everything within it (including KEVIN MURPHY). Owing to the numerical nature of the incident, the Department of Esoteric Mathematics would immediately be dispatched to ascertain and possibly devise a method of containment for SCP-7706. When this was found to be impossible (see CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES), the Department would classify SCP-7706 as an anomaly and proceed with testing and experimentation. EXPERIMENTATION LOG: FOREWORD: The following tests took place within Provisional Site-34. EL-7706/1 CHOSEN CONCEPT: [MEMETIC-HAZARD REMOVED | GENERATED PLACEHOLDER: D-&@$∆], a human male of Canadian descent. OBSERVED OUTCOME: D-&@$∆ demanifests, becoming nonexistent. EL-7706/2 CHOSEN CONCEPT: Θ' OBSERVED OUTCOME: The walls and floor of the testing chamber were described to have been "melted" beyond recognition. Research personnel within the chamber were ordered to evacuate, but due to the containment door having been rendered unserviceable, they were trapped as the ceiling slowly covered them. As retrieval efforts were proven futile, the personnel are to be considered lost. Crosstesting SCP-7706 with Θ' is now prohibited. EL-7706/3 CHOSEN CONCEPT: 5-polytope OBSERVED OUTCOME: A Class-E gateway wormhole manifested itself in the testing chamber. The wormhole emitted a memetic effect compelling research personnel to enter it. The testing chamber was sealed and security forces were immediately dispatched. Upon arriving, the wormhole had already closed and demanifested. Individuals who entered the wormhole have been found to be irretrievable. Surviving personnel reported that the testing chamber constantly produces a smell described to be similar to incense. Extermination and removal of this smell are impossible. EL-7706/4 CHOSEN CONCEPT: π OBSERVED OUTCOME: A large circular hole, measuring approximately 3 kilometers in radius and possessing a depth of around 3 kilometers, was reported to have suddenly manifested in the center of Antarctica. Resulting geological disasters were able to be prevented through the use of anomalies and forceful tectonic plate manipulation. EL-7706/5 CHOSEN CONCEPT: π2 OBSERVED OUTCOME: Hole in Antarctica expanded, now measuring approximately 10 kilometers in radius. Resulting geological disasters were too substantial and immediate to be prevented, forcing the Foundation to request aid from the Global Occult Coalition (GOC). Cover Story 3456/FH "Anomalous Event" was disseminated to GOC personnel to avoid conflict. Testing SCP-7706 with π is now prohibited. EL-7706/6 CHOSEN CONCEPT: 0.0017777777 OBSERVED OUTCOME: All research personnel entered a catatonic state for 49 minutes. Upon awakening, personnel were extremely disoriented, with a majority of them mumbling nonsensicaly regarding inexistent works of fiction. EL-7706/7 CHOSEN CONCEPT: 7-polytope OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed. EL-7706/8 CHOSEN CONCEPT: e OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed. EL-7706/9 CHOSEN CONCEPT: SCP-7706 OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed. EL-7706/10 CHOSEN CONCEPT: Infinity (∞) OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed. EL-7706/11 CHOSEN CONCEPT: Infinitesimals (ε) OBSERVED OUTCOME: No effects observed. SCP-7706 was inadvertently neutralized. Testing halted. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7706" by the Esoteric Mathematics Dept., from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7706. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7707 | keter | close Info X SCP-7707: SPONTANEOUS LOVE Author: riftwqlker Item #: SCP-7707 Special Containment Procedures: Containment procedures are no longer necessary. Description: SCP-7707 was a humanoid, visually female entity. SCP-7707 notably had a ring of wood positioned inside its waist, severing it in half. SCP-7707's survival depended on its blood consistently quantum tunneling through the wood, despite the statistical impossibility of this happening once, much less billions of times throughout its life. SCP-7707's given address, name and job do not match any in the Foundation's global database. SCP-7707 was capable of replying verbally in any language spoken to it, including languages such as Latin, Yahgan, Biblical Hebrew and Cockney English. The entity was described by researchers as 'amiable' and displayed general cooperation with the Foundation. SCP-7707's presence increased the chance of statistically improbable or even impossible events. This manifested in outcomes that notably never injured SCP-7707, and it is theorized SCP-7707 had a degree of control over this ability. In a defiance of odds, most notably, the entity caused accidents involving domestic pigs and high-speed machinery, truly-random number generation to output identical results, as well as the hospitalization of Doctor Murphy. Addendum 7707.1: Discovery SCP-7707 was initially documented after spontaneously manifesting in the office of Doctor Lowe.1 Security cameras inside of the researcher's room were undergoing a restart, and as such, the testimony of the doctor was the only source available. [BEGIN LOG] [Doctor Lowe was interviewed the day after SCP-7707's discovery.] [The researcher had not mentioned SCP-7707 up until this moment.] Lowe: She appeared on my desk. Actually, I think 'on' is a bit of a strong word, she more so just… appeared inside it, or with half the desk splitting her, but without harming her. It actually- it split her in two. Still remember it perfectly. It was… she had a gold and white cloak, similarly colored leggings…and heterochromia. One iris amber, the other green. It had been an eventful day even beforehand with my promotion and whatnot, from studying the effects of Y-class amnesics on the human mind to directing a group of people to, ah, do it for me, I had been moving boxes all day, shaking hands, and nodding along. I was sitting there, thinking about some thought experiment… the Boltzmann brain, I believe it was… and she just appeared. Papers scattered across the room. They drifted to the ground, fluttering as she stared directly into my eyes. The AC turned on, I remember- they drifted right back onto the desk, perfectly organized. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she finally spoke. And… there was, well, a lot to take in. She had two different colored eyes, and one was pure gold- and her voice! She sounded… otherworldly. She stood there, looking right into my eyes. Was I supposed to shake her hand? Was this my death? I was aware of the risks, but I was almost willing to take them anyway. She reached her hand out, and I extended mine as a reflex, grabbing hers. She asked me where she was, and I didn't know what to tell her. It was a shift change, so… it took a moment for Jacob to find us. Pause. Interviewer: Marcius didn't report anything until 20:23. You mean to say nobody saw this entity in your office for 23 minutes? Lowe: I don't think it- it wasn't that long. He came in and asked me if I was okay. I said yes. She waved, he walked off… Interviewer: …and then reported it to the Zone Manager. Thank you, Lowe. Have a pleasant day. Upon discovery, SCP-7707 was secured inside a standard Humanoid Containment Cell under supervision. 13 minutes later, SCP-7707 unlocked the door and left the cell. She walked out of Site-47 without being stopped. 5 minutes later, she returned along with Doctor Lowe. The following was recovered from Doctor Lowe's therapeutic journal, discovered during examination of possessions. [TRANSCRIPT OF PRIMARY SOURCE] [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED] …She was staring up at the sky. It was pouring with rain, and I had an umbrella in one hand. I walked up to her. She had a hand out. Her hair flowed behind her. She was smiling, she was [UNREADABLE] she looked incredible. Staring at the sky. Eyes wide open. Almost wanted [to] ask her if she'd never seen rain before but i… …I walked over to her and offered her my umbrella. She was completely d[r]y. She smiled at me placed her hand [on] my shoulder. It was wet [UNREADABLE] same hand she'd bee[n] testing the waters with. She stood under the umbrella and I remember asking her if she needed it. She said no, it wasn't [needed] since she wasn't wet. I held her hand and reminded her that it was actually wet which made her actually laugh, and it was beautiful… …we stood there for a minute or two, and she said something i don't quite remember the details of. Said she was a midnight driver… worked late night for a delivery company. I searched [it] later and found nothing… …We walked back inside after around 20 min. Apparently the time was 1300… …I worry I feel for her too much. After the initial breach, SCP-7707 was secured in a Class IV Humanoid Containment Cell. 4 minutes later, the mechanical interlock experienced a dramatic failure, and the reporting system for the failure experienced its own failure. SCP-7707 then simply walked out of the cell, as recorded by CCTV footage of the incident. The entity was surrounded by members of MTF Psi-19 "Supermarine". The following interaction has been transcribed from CCTV footage of the incident. Lowe: …don't you want to come back outside? SCP-7707: I don't know what I did. I don't… I don't know what I did, Louis, why are they so… scared? Lowe: Not- SCP-7707: Of- as if I was about to do something horrible. They're… they're all… Louis, I… what did I do? Lowe: SC-listen. Listen. I… haven't you noticed? The… when we were outside. Pause. Lowe: When we were outside. You… you know it's not normal to have every single raindrop miss you? To be able to walk out of… rooms with locked doors, just like that? You have a gift, and… they want to know more about it. I want… no. No, I… I don't. I want to know you, and I don't think our goals are mutually… exclusive. Pause. SCP-7707 looks at its feet. SCP-7707: …can't they stop? [Doctor Lowe motions to the MTF team to lower their weapons. They do so, and SCP-7707 follows Lowe into a Humanoid Containment Cell willingly, escorted by MTF personnel.] SCP-7707 agreed to remain within its cell after discussion with Lowe and the acting Zone Manager. Attempts have been made to move SCP-7707 to a more secure location, however, every attempt thus far has been thwarted by happenstance. Addendum 7707.2: Tests Test 7707-0601 Name: Doctor Ridley Date: 1/8/2008 SCP-7707 was introduced to an 8-ball. Subject was recommended to shake the ball. Subject was confused by the ball's continued result of 'outcome unclear', no matter what method it used to produce a different answer. Subject was permitted to keep the ball. Test 7707-0607 Name: Doctor Ridley Date: 1/8/2008 SCP-7707 was asked to name a random number and replied with 13. The subject was asked to provide a random number greater than 100 and replied with 314. The subject was asked to provide a random number below 100 and replied with 69. Results inconclusive. Test 7707-0609 Name: Doctor Ridley Date: 1/8/2008 SCP-7707 flipped a standard U.S. penny (minted 2006) 5 times and received 5 'heads.' Subject was asked to flip the coin 5 more times and received 5 'tails.' Subject flipped the coin 25 more times of its own volition and received 25 'heads.' Subject was not requested to return the coin. Results inconclusive. Test 7707-0927 Name: Doctor Jasper Date: 15/8/2008 SCP 7707 was presented with several different bowls of 100 candies, each with a different proportion of candies spiked with a non-lethal nerve agent. Subject picked normal candies in bowls with a proportion of 1 to 99, 25 to 75 and 50 to 50 poisoned to normal candies. Subject became suspicious by the third bowl. After the fifth bowl (80/20) the Subject became increasingly distressed and requested the presence of Dr. Lowe several times. When explained he was away for other testing, Subject exhibited signs of intense sadness and refused any communication for several hours. When presented with a bowl of entirely poisoned candy and persuaded to pick, the Subject finally picked a poisoned sweet. No side effects were monitored: when examined it was revealed the last batch of nerve agent candy in the bowl was entirely stale, and as a result redundant. Note: Subject picked without fail a green candy every time. She seems to enjoy lime. Dr. Lowe objected to this more dangerous testing and argued for less stressful tests: permission granted for more benign testing environments. Test 7707-1921 Name: Doctor Rowe Date: 23/8/2008 Entity introduced into Foundation's Monkey Typewriter Project. Subject exited room with legible copy of Shakespeare's Hamlet covered in primate hair. The Foundation Monkey Typewriter Project was cancelled. Test 7707-2910 Name: Doctor Alex Date: 1/7/2009 SCP subject asked to guess password of Dr. Yuri. SCP subject guessed incorrectly. Password given by SCP contained every character of Dr. Yuri's password in the wrong order. Note: Asking SCP-7707 to guess confidential information is strictly prohibited. -Doctor Yuri Test 7707-3281 Name: Doctor Ridley Date: 2/7/2009 SCP-7707 was placed into a Class IV Containment Cell. The cell was equipped with 2 keycard-controlled doors and 10 inch thick concrete walls. The interior of the cell contained 1 fluorescent light, providing sufficient illumination. Subject had consulted with Dr. Lowe prior to experiment. Subject expressed desire to leave. 2 minutes later, a lightning strike in daylight rendered the cell's power systems disabled. Subject found in front of Security Office when power restored. Both cell doors were closed and intact. Note: We had 2 armed guards at the second door and both claim they saw nothing. Addendum 7707.3: Related Media SCP-7707 did not respond to most psychological evaluations and did not reveal personal information lightly, although the entity was described as 'amiable' by most who interacted with it. The most detailed information on SCP-7707's personality comes from the late Doctor Lowe's notes and journal entries. All of these entries come from said journal, at different times: [TRANSCRIPT OF PRIMARY SOURCE] [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED] …we met up shortly aft[e]r the candy[l] test.2 [A]pparently she just walked the [REDACTED] out of the room after some termites [a]te the mechanism. She was crying. i don't rem[e]mber how long it was… I held her hand. we stood there for a good what 10? 15 min[utes]? I eventually asked her what was wrong and she simply said 'none if it'. asking her what she meant. and s[he] told me that it was all fake. all her memories. she wasn't ever a mother, and she wasn't ever a driver. she wasn't ever lover, and she wasn't ever a liar. None of what she knew was… actually something t[h]at happen[e]d. She hugged me and… I did not know wh[at] to do. I didn't. she was so distraught, I never… never expected actually, being able… …later on I realized she blamed me for letting it happen. we didn't speak for a while, but she was so… she was so torn up about it. I [b]lame myself for not checking beforehand what they were about to [put] her through. Thought my career was going to get [REDACTED] screwed over… Doctor Lowe's reports demonstrate SCP-7707's irregular psychology. Due to how little is known about SCP-7707's personal life, it is impossible to form a complete picture of its identity, and more importantly, the source of its anomalous properties. It is not known if SCP-7707 was aware of its own abilities. These reports have been cross-compared with CCTV footage to confirm their accuracy. [TRANSCRIPT OF PRIMARY SOURCE] [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED] …it was the first time we'd hugged in weeks. She was extremely cheerful beforehand. The medical examination was routine but they wanted to take a closer look at her waist thing3 since it might be a problem. i was later told it's actual[l]y not hollow so how Lucy didn't bleed out or anything is beyond me. and apparently beyond the medical team as well, who didn't really get it either… …she came out later a little shaken, a little of[f]. i asked her why and she didn't reply to me at first, but she just hugged me. why? why. i don't know. but she let go and skipped away happily. and i didn't see her for the rest of the day because I had work… …was thinking about how I first met her. how she sparkled in the soulless florescent light, giving me a small smile as I reached down to place a hand on the wood that so cleanly split her in half… Doctor Lowe's relationship with SCP-7707 is a source of debate. Evidence suggests SCP-7707 considered the researcher a close friend. Due to his role in ensuring SCP-7707 remained containable and predictable while an alternative source of containment was researched, it is believed many breaches in regulation were overlooked by on-site personnel. [TRANSCRIPT OF PRIMARY SOURCE] [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED] …we'd even gotten Lucy some gifts. Yes, i am aware i'm not supposed to give the skips anything without going through the paperwork needed, but apparently the Site manager got fi[r]ed that day so it was kind of a mess at the moment. some Christma[s] gift, right?.. …we even had Mary carve a piece of wood for us. little statue of 7707, it turned out perfectly. and i lat[er] found out that she'd put L.L. on the bottom for us. she was so excited to show me it, it was like nobody had ev[e]r gotten her a gift before! even if she di[d]n't recognize any of the carols, she sung along anyway. guessed every single word right. If it were anyone else, i suppose that would be amusing… …all in all, I don't think I need this journal anymore. the therapist may be concerned, but i don't think i need a therapist anymore, either… Doctor Lowe's actions regarding SCP-7707 are deemed as needed at the time in order to placate the entity. Due to the positive effect SCP-7707 had on staff morale and survival rates (Staff productivity rates post-interaction with SCP-7707 were recorded at values of up to 500%, and claims of 'stand behind 7707 in a breach' have been noted), it is believed that some precautions were disregarded, and some procedures left unfollowed. Staff who allowed such behavior have been given a thorough explanation of the risks involved with such dangerous and unprecedented activities. Addendum 7707.4: Reclassifications 1/1/2010: SCP-7707 left the Site's New Year's party with Doctor Lowe. From CCTV footage, in the connecting corridor from the office to the light containment cells SCP-7707 was recorded kissing Doctor Lowe. During this display, SCP-7707 and Doctor Lowe disappeared. A 3-day search was enacted and the Site was placed on full lockdown. Neither SCP-7707 nor Doctor Lowe were ever found. Air monitoring equipment in the area recorded an unusually high concentration of bio-organic particles in the vicinity. Experts in stataphysics, using this evidence and the unusual formation of SCP-7707, concluded that a Level 5 Spontaneous Formation had occurred to allow SCP-7707's appearance, an event predicted to occur every 1010(500) years. A similar event caused the disintegration of both Doctor Lowe and SCP-7707. SCP-7707 has been reclassified to neutralized. "Much like how the universe conspired to make them come together, it took them from us. We'll miss Lowe and Lucy. Her kindness and his passion touched us all. To L.L., the best power couple this damn Site ever had." -Site-47 Team4 Addendum 7707.5: NOTICE "The treatment and subsequent disappearance of SCP-7707 alerted the Foundation to potentially catastrophic failures in Site procedures. The misfortune required for such collective mismanagement of Site workers, doctors, administrators and guards in allowing an active relationship to be fostered between a researcher and their subject falls nothing short of a miracle; immediate corrective action at Site-47 is recommended to prevent any such failures in the future." -O5-2 Footnotes 1. Doctor Lowe was an amnesiacs specialist visiting Site-47. 2. See Test 7707-0927. 3. SCP-7707 was bisected by a piece of mahogany. 4. Attempts to remove irrelevant information from this article have thus far failed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7707" by riftwqlker, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7707. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7707 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-7707: SPONTANEOUS LOVE Author: riftwqlker Item #: SCP-7707 Special Containment Procedures: Containment procedures are no longer necessary. Description: SCP-7707 was a humanoid, visually female entity. SCP-7707 notably had a ring of wood positioned inside its waist, severing it in half. SCP-7707's survival depended on its blood consistently quantum tunneling through the wood, despite the statistical impossibility of this happening once, much less billions of times throughout its life. SCP-7707's given address, name and job do not match any in the Foundation's global database. SCP-7707 was capable of replying verbally in any language spoken to it, including languages such as Latin, Yahgan, Biblical Hebrew and Cockney English. The entity was described by researchers as 'amiable' and displayed general cooperation with the Foundation. SCP-7707's presence increased the chance of statistically improbable or even impossible events. This manifested in outcomes that notably never injured SCP-7707, and it is theorized SCP-7707 had a degree of control over this ability. In a defiance of odds, most notably, the entity caused accidents involving domestic pigs and high-speed machinery, truly-random number generation to output identical results, as well as the hospitalization of Doctor Murphy. Addendum 7707.1: Discovery SCP-7707 was initially documented after spontaneously manifesting in the office of Doctor Lowe.1 Security cameras inside of the researcher's room were undergoing a restart, and as such, the testimony of the doctor was the only source available. [BEGIN LOG] [Doctor Lowe was interviewed the day after SCP-7707's discovery.] [The researcher had not mentioned SCP-7707 up until this moment.] Lowe: She appeared on my desk. Actually, I think 'on' is a bit of a strong word, she more so just… appeared inside it, or with half the desk splitting her, but without harming her. It actually- it split her in two. Still remember it perfectly. It was… she had a gold and white cloak, similarly colored leggings…and heterochromia. One iris amber, the other green. It had been an eventful day even beforehand with my promotion and whatnot, from studying the effects of Y-class amnesics on the human mind to directing a group of people to, ah, do it for me, I had been moving boxes all day, shaking hands, and nodding along. I was sitting there, thinking about some thought experiment… the Boltzmann brain, I believe it was… and she just appeared. Papers scattered across the room. They drifted to the ground, fluttering as she stared directly into my eyes. The AC turned on, I remember- they drifted right back onto the desk, perfectly organized. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she finally spoke. And… there was, well, a lot to take in. She had two different colored eyes, and one was pure gold- and her voice! She sounded… otherworldly. She stood there, looking right into my eyes. Was I supposed to shake her hand? Was this my death? I was aware of the risks, but I was almost willing to take them anyway. She reached her hand out, and I extended mine as a reflex, grabbing hers. She asked me where she was, and I didn't know what to tell her. It was a shift change, so… it took a moment for Jacob to find us. Pause. Interviewer: Marcius didn't report anything until 20:23. You mean to say nobody saw this entity in your office for 23 minutes? Lowe: I don't think it- it wasn't that long. He came in and asked me if I was okay. I said yes. She waved, he walked off… Interviewer: …and then reported it to the Zone Manager. Thank you, Lowe. Have a pleasant day. Upon discovery, SCP-7707 was secured inside a standard Humanoid Containment Cell under supervision. 13 minutes later, SCP-7707 unlocked the door and left the cell. She walked out of Site-47 without being stopped. 5 minutes later, she returned along with Doctor Lowe. The following was recovered from Doctor Lowe's therapeutic journal, discovered during examination of possessions. [TRANSCRIPT OF PRIMARY SOURCE] [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED] …She was staring up at the sky. It was pouring with rain, and I had an umbrella in one hand. I walked up to her. She had a hand out. Her hair flowed behind her. She was smiling, she was [UNREADABLE] she looked incredible. Staring at the sky. Eyes wide open. Almost wanted [to] ask her if she'd never seen rain before but i… …I walked over to her and offered her my umbrella. She was completely d[r]y. She smiled at me placed her hand [on] my shoulder. It was wet [UNREADABLE] same hand she'd bee[n] testing the waters with. She stood under the umbrella and I remember asking her if she needed it. She said no, it wasn't [needed] since she wasn't wet. I held her hand and reminded her that it was actually wet which made her actually laugh, and it was beautiful… …we stood there for a minute or two, and she said something i don't quite remember the details of. Said she was a midnight driver… worked late night for a delivery company. I searched [it] later and found nothing… …We walked back inside after around 20 min. Apparently the time was 1300… …I worry I feel for her too much. After the initial breach, SCP-7707 was secured in a Class IV Humanoid Containment Cell. 4 minutes later, the mechanical interlock experienced a dramatic failure, and the reporting system for the failure experienced its own failure. SCP-7707 then simply walked out of the cell, as recorded by CCTV footage of the incident. The entity was surrounded by members of MTF Psi-19 "Supermarine". The following interaction has been transcribed from CCTV footage of the incident. Lowe: …don't you want to come back outside? SCP-7707: I don't know what I did. I don't… I don't know what I did, Louis, why are they so… scared? Lowe: Not- SCP-7707: Of- as if I was about to do something horrible. They're… they're all… Louis, I… what did I do? Lowe: SC-listen. Listen. I… haven't you noticed? The… when we were outside. Pause. Lowe: When we were outside. You… you know it's not normal to have every single raindrop miss you? To be able to walk out of… rooms with locked doors, just like that? You have a gift, and… they want to know more about it. I want… no. No, I… I don't. I want to know you, and I don't think our goals are mutually… exclusive. Pause. SCP-7707 looks at its feet. SCP-7707: …can't they stop? [Doctor Lowe motions to the MTF team to lower their weapons. They do so, and SCP-7707 follows Lowe into a Humanoid Containment Cell willingly, escorted by MTF personnel.] SCP-7707 agreed to remain within its cell after discussion with Lowe and the acting Zone Manager. Attempts have been made to move SCP-7707 to a more secure location, however, every attempt thus far has been thwarted by happenstance. Addendum 7707.2: Tests Test 7707-0601 Name: Doctor Ridley Date: 1/8/2008 SCP-7707 was introduced to an 8-ball. Subject was recommended to shake the ball. Subject was confused by the ball's continued result of 'outcome unclear', no matter what method it used to produce a different answer. Subject was permitted to keep the ball. Test 7707-0607 Name: Doctor Ridley Date: 1/8/2008 SCP-7707 was asked to name a random number and replied with 13. The subject was asked to provide a random number greater than 100 and replied with 314. The subject was asked to provide a random number below 100 and replied with 69. Results inconclusive. Test 7707-0609 Name: Doctor Ridley Date: 1/8/2008 SCP-7707 flipped a standard U.S. penny (minted 2006) 5 times and received 5 'heads.' Subject was asked to flip the coin 5 more times and received 5 'tails.' Subject flipped the coin 25 more times of its own volition and received 25 'heads.' Subject was not requested to return the coin. Results inconclusive. Test 7707-0927 Name: Doctor Jasper Date: 15/8/2008 SCP 7707 was presented with several different bowls of 100 candies, each with a different proportion of candies spiked with a non-lethal nerve agent. Subject picked normal candies in bowls with a proportion of 1 to 99, 25 to 75 and 50 to 50 poisoned to normal candies. Subject became suspicious by the third bowl. After the fifth bowl (80/20) the Subject became increasingly distressed and requested the presence of Dr. Lowe several times. When explained he was away for other testing, Subject exhibited signs of intense sadness and refused any communication for several hours. When presented with a bowl of entirely poisoned candy and persuaded to pick, the Subject finally picked a poisoned sweet. No side effects were monitored: when examined it was revealed the last batch of nerve agent candy in the bowl was entirely stale, and as a result redundant. Note: Subject picked without fail a green candy every time. She seems to enjoy lime. Dr. Lowe objected to this more dangerous testing and argued for less stressful tests: permission granted for more benign testing environments. Test 7707-1921 Name: Doctor Rowe Date: 23/8/2008 Entity introduced into Foundation's Monkey Typewriter Project. Subject exited room with legible copy of Shakespeare's Hamlet covered in primate hair. The Foundation Monkey Typewriter Project was cancelled. Test 7707-2910 Name: Doctor Alex Date: 1/7/2009 SCP subject asked to guess password of Dr. Yuri. SCP subject guessed incorrectly. Password given by SCP contained every character of Dr. Yuri's password in the wrong order. Note: Asking SCP-7707 to guess confidential information is strictly prohibited. -Doctor Yuri Test 7707-3281 Name: Doctor Ridley Date: 2/7/2009 SCP-7707 was placed into a Class IV Containment Cell. The cell was equipped with 2 keycard-controlled doors and 10 inch thick concrete walls. The interior of the cell contained 1 fluorescent light, providing sufficient illumination. Subject had consulted with Dr. Lowe prior to experiment. Subject expressed desire to leave. 2 minutes later, a lightning strike in daylight rendered the cell's power systems disabled. Subject found in front of Security Office when power restored. Both cell doors were closed and intact. Note: We had 2 armed guards at the second door and both claim they saw nothing. Addendum 7707.3: Related Media SCP-7707 did not respond to most psychological evaluations and did not reveal personal information lightly, although the entity was described as 'amiable' by most who interacted with it. The most detailed information on SCP-7707's personality comes from the late Doctor Lowe's notes and journal entries. All of these entries come from said journal, at different times: [TRANSCRIPT OF PRIMARY SOURCE] [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED] …we met up shortly aft[e]r the candy[l] test.2 [A]pparently she just walked the [REDACTED] out of the room after some termites [a]te the mechanism. She was crying. i don't rem[e]mber how long it was… I held her hand. we stood there for a good what 10? 15 min[utes]? I eventually asked her what was wrong and she simply said 'none if it'. asking her what she meant. and s[he] told me that it was all fake. all her memories. she wasn't ever a mother, and she wasn't ever a driver. she wasn't ever lover, and she wasn't ever a liar. None of what she knew was… actually something t[h]at happen[e]d. She hugged me and… I did not know wh[at] to do. I didn't. she was so distraught, I never… never expected actually, being able… …later on I realized she blamed me for letting it happen. we didn't speak for a while, but she was so… she was so torn up about it. I [b]lame myself for not checking beforehand what they were about to [put] her through. Thought my career was going to get [REDACTED] screwed over… Doctor Lowe's reports demonstrate SCP-7707's irregular psychology. Due to how little is known about SCP-7707's personal life, it is impossible to form a complete picture of its identity, and more importantly, the source of its anomalous properties. It is not known if SCP-7707 was aware of its own abilities. These reports have been cross-compared with CCTV footage to confirm their accuracy. [TRANSCRIPT OF PRIMARY SOURCE] [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED] …it was the first time we'd hugged in weeks. She was extremely cheerful beforehand. The medical examination was routine but they wanted to take a closer look at her waist thing3 since it might be a problem. i was later told it's actual[l]y not hollow so how Lucy didn't bleed out or anything is beyond me. and apparently beyond the medical team as well, who didn't really get it either… …she came out later a little shaken, a little of[f]. i asked her why and she didn't reply to me at first, but she just hugged me. why? why. i don't know. but she let go and skipped away happily. and i didn't see her for the rest of the day because I had work… …was thinking about how I first met her. how she sparkled in the soulless florescent light, giving me a small smile as I reached down to place a hand on the wood that so cleanly split her in half… Doctor Lowe's relationship with SCP-7707 is a source of debate. Evidence suggests SCP-7707 considered the researcher a close friend. Due to his role in ensuring SCP-7707 remained containable and predictable while an alternative source of containment was researched, it is believed many breaches in regulation were overlooked by on-site personnel. [TRANSCRIPT OF PRIMARY SOURCE] [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED] …we'd even gotten Lucy some gifts. Yes, i am aware i'm not supposed to give the skips anything without going through the paperwork needed, but apparently the Site manager got fi[r]ed that day so it was kind of a mess at the moment. some Christma[s] gift, right?.. …we even had Mary carve a piece of wood for us. little statue of 7707, it turned out perfectly. and i lat[er] found out that she'd put L.L. on the bottom for us. she was so excited to show me it, it was like nobody had ev[e]r gotten her a gift before! even if she di[d]n't recognize any of the carols, she sung along anyway. guessed every single word right. If it were anyone else, i suppose that would be amusing… …all in all, I don't think I need this journal anymore. the therapist may be concerned, but i don't think i need a therapist anymore, either… Doctor Lowe's actions regarding SCP-7707 are deemed as needed at the time in order to placate the entity. Due to the positive effect SCP-7707 had on staff morale and survival rates (Staff productivity rates post-interaction with SCP-7707 were recorded at values of up to 500%, and claims of 'stand behind 7707 in a breach' have been noted), it is believed that some precautions were disregarded, and some procedures left unfollowed. Staff who allowed such behavior have been given a thorough explanation of the risks involved with such dangerous and unprecedented activities. Addendum 7707.4: Reclassifications 1/1/2010: SCP-7707 left the Site's New Year's party with Doctor Lowe. From CCTV footage, in the connecting corridor from the office to the light containment cells SCP-7707 was recorded kissing Doctor Lowe. During this display, SCP-7707 and Doctor Lowe disappeared. A 3-day search was enacted and the Site was placed on full lockdown. Neither SCP-7707 nor Doctor Lowe were ever found. Air monitoring equipment in the area recorded an unusually high concentration of bio-organic particles in the vicinity. Experts in stataphysics, using this evidence and the unusual formation of SCP-7707, concluded that a Level 5 Spontaneous Formation had occurred to allow SCP-7707's appearance, an event predicted to occur every 1010(500) years. A similar event caused the disintegration of both Doctor Lowe and SCP-7707. SCP-7707 has been reclassified to neutralized. "Much like how the universe conspired to make them come together, it took them from us. We'll miss Lowe and Lucy. Her kindness and his passion touched us all. To L.L., the best power couple this damn Site ever had." -Site-47 Team4 Addendum 7707.5: NOTICE "The treatment and subsequent disappearance of SCP-7707 alerted the Foundation to potentially catastrophic failures in Site procedures. The misfortune required for such collective mismanagement of Site workers, doctors, administrators and guards in allowing an active relationship to be fostered between a researcher and their subject falls nothing short of a miracle; immediate corrective action at Site-47 is recommended to prevent any such failures in the future." -O5-2 Footnotes 1. Doctor Lowe was an amnesiacs specialist visiting Site-47. 2. See Test 7707-0927. 3. SCP-7707 was bisected by a piece of mahogany. 4. Attempts to remove irrelevant information from this article have thus far failed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7707" by riftwqlker, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7707. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7708 | safe | SCP-7708. (Label obscured) Item #: SCP-7708 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7708 is stored at Site-██. Access requires Level 2 clearance or higher. Description: SCP-7708 is a wooden graphite pencil with a hexagonal shape. An engraving in small, green print near the bottom of the object reads "M. I. Armstrong". Fixed to the base of the pencil is a metal ferrule, though it lacks an attached eraser. The pencil's casing is partially scuffed, bearing numerous dents and scratches. Under closer observation, SCP-7708 appears to otherwise be unnaturally durable; No graphite expenditure or further degradation of the object has been observed after repeated use and damage. When SCP-7708 is placed near a sheet of paper, it will exhibit autonomous motion, levitating upwards and onto the page. During this process, SCP-7708 can form an intangible "grip" on the paper to stabilize it and facilitate the production of legible and coherent English texts.1 This writing is performed between brief periods of hesitation, during which SCP-7708 may either remain airborne or fall back down. Due to its lack of an eraser, SCP-7708 will occasionally denote a portion of writing as "incorrect" by striking through it. The anomaly usually remains active until the page is filled or they are manually separated, though rarely it may deem a work complete that spans only a part of the page. Writings by SCP-7708 are fictional in nature, and vary between first and third person. The stories are generally unconnected to one another.2 Experiment Log: + Selected SCP-7708 excerpts - Selected SCP-7708 excerpts That day was a bad day for Isaac. All his work was wrong. Was it? He thought, "My work is never complete. This is who I am." On those days, he would sit behind the old tree and hum songs to himself, the songs he knew when he painted with light. The tree looked so big to him when he was young, but it seemed to be as thin as a pencil now. He could only gaze upwards in amazement, however, as the notes of each song took to the skies and drifted out of sight. He wanted to fly away someday, too. Some days, this was every day. He gave and gave, but no one ever seemed to notice. The forest was home to a great variety of creatures, who all once lived in peace. Slowly, however, the days blurred to nights, and all was darkened. So, they got together and schemed to find happiness once and for all. They found a traitor among them, and the traitor was killed. With the traitor gone, they should've been happy, but they only found that the traitor was not what poisoned them at all. Something was wrong. The darkness lingered. And so they found another traitor. And [The remainder of the page is filled with a crude sketch of a forest.] This is the place. He was personally led here. The door slams behind him, leaving him in darkness. He lunges for the door, but cannot open it. A familiar smell enters the room. It comes in through his mouth and nose and covers his lungs, choking him. It smothers his brain. It is the smell of nothing. Nothing covers his lungs. Nothing smothers his brain. To feel something again, he smashes his head on the wall. With a loud crack, blood comes gushing out, sputtering, splashing. In his last moments, he coats his hand and paints a message on the wall. As he took the final br step, it was as if he had fallen down a black abyss unlike anything. He wrestled with that darkness for an eternity before giving into its cold, metallic bonds, which tore him apart and misplaced every piece. I am all that remains. Discovery: + SCP-7708 discovery information - SCP-7708 discovery information On January 1st, 2008, Michael Armstrong was found dead in his garage at age 24. Armstrong had quit his job a week prior, reportedly to pursue a career as a professional author. The body was discovered in his still-running car; Autopsy would determine the cause of death as carbon monoxide poisoning. Next to the body was a sheet of paper, which was entirely blank. SCP-7708 was also found in the vehicle, moving rapidly in a circle without touching down upon the paper below it. The pencil was retrieved from the scene; the note is now considered lost. Footnotes 1. Handwriting analysis of this text has suggested a male "author". 2. For more information, see excerpts below. |
SCP-7709 | safe | Item#: 7709 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Symbol used to represent SCP-7709. Special Containment Procedures: A daily ritual involving the creation of aqua regia1 is to be performed by a trained Alchemist with oversight from the Department of Theology. A small amount of pure gold is to be dissolved in the solution. The product is then to be used during standard operations as needed. Description: SCP-7709 is an omnipotent entity representing the domain of acids. Although currently classified as an Occam-class deity,2 the influence of SCP-7709 on the Baseline Reality has been exponentially increasing since the popularisation of industrial processes involving acids, and it is suspected that reclassification may be needed in the future. It must be noted that SCP-7709 specifically represents the domain of acids as described by the Brønsted–Lowry acid-base theory3 as opposed to broader concepts such as corrosion, disintegration, or chemical volatility. This is unusual when compared to the domains of other documented deities which typically aim to be more basic and wide-ranging. When assuming a metaphysical form, SCP-7709 commonly presents itself as a 15th-century European Alchemist. Although the reported appearance varies, the general consensus between the subjects is that SCP-7709 is a human male dressed in robes with arms and legs formed from — or encased in — lead. The only consistent feature noted between manifestations is the symbol found on the figure’s forehead. It corresponds to that used to represent aqua regia and has been described as letting off a faint white glow. The worship of SCP-7709 is uncommon outside of small scientific and occult circles; centralised churches for the study of the deity are not present. Similarly, there are no central tenets of faith or philosophy to which all the different religious sects adhere. The ideology of individual cells ranges from worshipping the cleansing nature of acids to seeing SCP-7709 as a force opposing the concept of monarchy. At this time, no counter-ritualistic action against such groups is necessary. Pseudohistorical Department Historia est vitae magistra. Foreword: The Pseudohistorical Department has compiled a catalogue of SCP-7709-related artefacts and documents. The items are arranged by the date of recovery. Artefact №: 7709-1 Artefact №: 7709-2 Artefact №: 7709-3 Artefact №: 7709-4 Recovery: 1867, Luxembourg, Luxembourg Description: "The Thirteenth Key of Alchemy," a 16th-century alchemical book written under the pseudonym of Basil Valentine. Although mostly scientific in nature, the book aims to embellish the role of SCP-7709 in alchemy. Writing from a yet-to-be-identified individual is found scribbled on several pages, with it consisting of critique towards the way in which the book is structured around SCP-7709 rather than empirical alchemical processes. Recovery: 1901, London, England Description: Jagged crown forged from unidentified white metal chemically similar to gold. The material appears to be impervious to physical damage. No further anomalous properties have been noted. The object was discovered within an abandoned crypt below the streets of London, England. Upon discovery, it was fully submerged in a solution of aqua regia. Documentation suggests that the chamber was sealed in the early 19th century by a British anti-monarchist movement. Recovery: 1943, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia Description: Small shrine devoted to SCP-7709. Pieces of destroyed thaumaturgical books are found scattered around the altar, with several glued together into a collage dedicated to SCP-7709. The few legible pieces of text allude to the 15th-century Thaumaturgical University of Addis Ababa. The writing and sigil style match those of their other surviving works. Recovery: 1961, Bern, Switzerland Description: Report on the death of Franziskus Maioris — a 16th-century Swiss Alchemist interested in the creation of Alkahest.4 His efforts caused a disagreement among his colleagues who believed that the creation of a solvent more potent than aqua regia would offend SCP-7709. Mr. Maioris was eventually assassinated by his peers on October 17th, 1547. His corpse was discovered the following morning drenched in nitric acid, scarred, and frozen solid. Because of their connections to numerous high-ranking Witch Hunters operating throughout the Holy Roman Empire, the perpetrators eluded punishment. [+] Interaction Log ι-7709-1 [-] Hide Log Department of Alchemy Ex nihilo nihil fit. Foreword: Using rituals described in Artefact №: 7709-1, a metaphysical connection with SCP-7709 was achieved. The selected ritual involved embedding rose-shaped auric chloride crystals beneath the subject's skin and having them submerged in cold water. The interaction was carried out by Dr. Novaković from the Department of Theology. Following the initial encounter, further manifestations were performed. All accounts listed below originate from the perspective of Dr. Novaković and as such are subject to scrutiny. Trying to speak with SCP-7709 during my initial encounter proved difficult. It was like attempting to converse with a star. Instead, I found myself inspecting its realm. Gazing up at the olive-coloured sky and its bright white sun filled me with a very sickly feeling despite the sterile smell of the still air. From its tower, I could see boundless plains of dark clay. There was no hill in sight, with the land only decorated by small patches of black rubber-like grass and isolated ponds. There were skeletons of some behemoths poking their sun-bleached bones above the corrosive waters. Nothing of value recovered. I will try again. We talked. Despite its lack of interest in me, itself, or anything, SCP-7709 handled itself with the grace of a philosopher. One thing of which I am certain is that it does not discriminate. The god of acid will sear the flesh of both an angel and a devil. This is convenient for accomplishing the Foundation’s grand strategy. The notion that it is a "monarch's bane" stems from the fact that certain acids are capable of dissolving gold, and the only reason gold is even linked with the monarchy is that humans determined that it was valuable. It is funny how Nöosphere concepts can occasionally stack atop each other like that. But in the end, the simple truth is that SCP-7709 doesn’t represent anything greater than acid. Contacting SCP-7709 is becoming easier. My vision does not blur when I enter its domain. For what it's worth, my hearing and sense of smell are improving as well. I felt confident enough to question its motive. I’ve interacted with many deities before, and they always want something. Admiration. Power. Change. SCP-7709, however, didn’t seem to covet anything. It just sat there in its crooked tower, accomplishing nothing and appearing pleased with that. I'm not sure why anyone would worship such an idle god. [+] 🜆 by Prof. Atkinson (1919) [-] Hide Log Abstract: The following is a passage by Prof. Atkinson regarding SCP-7709 during his 1919 study. Prof. Atkinson was an independent British anomalous researcher praised as the "last true occultist" amongst several veiled communities. People ask me: “Atkinson, how come you have begun worshipping the god of acid? Surely there must be better choices for a man such as yourself.” I would like to address this question briefly in the following chapter. Despite the pessimism created by the Great War, I still look toward a brighter future. I maintain hope that our kind will be able to persevere and never permit such a tragedy to happen again. It is this hope for a better world which draws me towards the Regal Water. Simply put, I don’t want to live in a world where any other gods are needed. There will be a time when humans will come from tubes, and fertility will mean nothing. There will be a time when there shall be no more wars, and soldiers will allow their rifles to rust. There will be a time when our food will be synthesised in labs, and the idea of a harvest will become a relict. But acid? We will always need acid. [+] One (1) new message. [-] Re: SCP-7709 Containment Procedures Revision To: tni.TENPiCS|iksrog.k.noc#tni.TENPiCS|iksrog.k.noc From: tni.TENPiCS|dyoll.e.rid#tni.TENPiCS|dyoll.e.rid Subject: SCP-7709 Containment Procedures Revision Dear Specialist Górski. I have read your report on objects with regenerative capabilities. Trust me, you have my sympathy. I find your so-called "regenerative quotient" — how any type of regeneration inevitably evolves and begins bordering on resistance — a real concern. The use of SCP-7709 to counteract this is something I expected given your previous involvement with the Department of Theology. And while some might find the idea of simply making the acid continuously stronger through the blessing of SCP-7709 to counteract the increasing regenerative quotient crude, I find elegance in its simplicity. Straightforward solutions like that ought to be praised more often. Of course, whenever it comes to the use of Prayer Engines I understand that certain percussions must be made. But I trust your expertise, I trust Dr. Novaković, and I trust the Department of Alchemy above all. I believe that their efforts in dealing with SCP-7709 are more than enough proof that the entire division needs a well-deserved increase in funding. Having said that, the materials you sent me have their issues. Before submitting anything in the future, gather your notes and refine them into a comprehensive containment proposal. SCP-7709 may want to be left alone. But for our sake, it cannot be allowed to do so. -Director Lloyd P.S. While I appreciate your diligence when it comes to standard operational procedures, I do not intend to approach the O5 Council about the proposal at this time. I believe that I am within my right as a Site Administrator to make alterations to containment procedures for objects stored at Site-16 within reason. [+] Containment Proposal Δ#7709 [Approved: ██/05/2008] [-] Hide Log Containment Department Nil satis nisi optimum. Containment Specialist Górski has put forward a proposal for increased utilisation of acids in the containment of Keter-class objects with regenerative capabilities. The request has been approved by the acting Site Administrator of Site-16. Additional funding has been allocated for the construction of new containment chambers. Prayer Engines5 are to be erected within a perimeter of chambers which utilise acidic solutions in containment efforts. [+] Ethical Use of Prayer Engines - Memo from Department of Theology [-] Hide Log NOTICE FROM DEPARTMENT OF THEOLOGY If you have received this memo, this means that your workplace has been equipped with a Prayer Engine You must familiarize yourself with this new piece of equipment, as there might come a time when you will be asked to operate it independently. A workshop on the practical uses of Prayer Engines will be held this Wednesday. All personnel are required to read the primer provided below before proceeding with the workshop. by: Dr Górski, Department of Theology, ██/02/1999 The comfort of gods is rarely considered. We all have our everyday challenges, and even pondering the well-being of those so far above us seems absurd. When using the Prayer Engines, however, this should be your top priority. Let's go through their fundamental operations without getting into the technical. Contrary to popular belief, the Prayer Engines are unable to actually compel a deity to interact with the user. By deploying them, however, we are directly taking a piece of their realm into our own. In the Department of Theology, we have an analogy to describe the process. Imagine someone walking into your house, picking up a plate, and leaving. That plate could easily be ignored. After all, you have a lot of other dishes in your house, and it's not like losing a single plate would hurt your finances. And yet, you pursue the perpetrator. Assume they break your plate, scattering it on the ground. There are many more plates in your house. It's not like you can't just buy a new plate. And yet you start piecing it together, injuring yourself in the process. This is how the deities you're pointing these devices at feel: uneasy, bothered, and exhausted. Be mindful. URGENT NOTICE FROM MEDICAL DEPARTMENT Medical difficulties have recently become more prevalent among the staff of Site-16. If you are feeling unwell, please contact your supervisor immediately. Do not self-medicate unless explicitly permitted to do so. I need to be updated on the situation ASAP. We did some scans on the last person you sent down here, and his stomach was filled with water — pure water. I want to meet with someone from the Department of Alchemy to discuss the issue, not whoever the people from Theology keep sending over. Their one and only solution seems to be continuously tuning the infirmary's Prayer Engines. Those things are already loud and obnoxious enough as it is, and I don’t want to stress out my patients with any more noise. -Dr. Tariel [+] SCP-7709 - Preliminary Damage Report [-] Hide Log Department of Theology Credo quia absurdum. While SCP-7709 has not yet taken any overtly offensive action against the Foundation, readings indicate that it is beginning to disturb various chemical processes throughout Site-16. Said disturbance is limited to halting the expression of the commonly understood characteristics of acids, ranging from making it impossible to catalyze certain reactions to disturbing the biochemical pathways which require a pH of below 7.0 At the current time, it is difficult to estimate the damage this could cause to Site-16's operational costs and the safety of its personnel. A thorough damage report is being drafted. Due to Containment Proposal Δ#7709, this has been upgraded to a high-priority assignment. [+] One (1) new message. [-] Re: Δ#7709 Project Termination To: tni.TENPiCS|iksrog.k.noc#tni.TENPiCS|iksrog.k.noc From: tni.TENPiCS|dyoll.e.rid#tni.TENPiCS|dyoll.e.rid Subject: Δ#7709 Project Termination I am terminating the project. The proposal you have sent me for equipping every single personnel with a portable Prayer Engine is both unfeasible and ludicrous. Let's consider our situation realistically. SCP-7709 refuses to be involved in our containment efforts. We cannot blame it for that. Our first mistake was assuming that just because it was passive, it would bear our burden. Trying to tame a beast which controls a key aspect of our biology will always be difficult, even if it does not struggle against our chains. We will always need acid, and we will always need it to act like it’s supposed to. So perhaps we should leave the Regent to his tower. And just as I cannot blame SCP-7709, so do I find myself unable to shift the responsibility for the crisis onto you. You were proud of your work. I signed the proposal. There will be no disciplinary action taken against you. And me? We'll have to wait and see what happens. Fittingly, the Department of Theology is really proficient at gathering followers, and I am ashamed to admit that I was one of them. For a while, I really thought that our cooperation could revivify the Department of Alchemy. I suppose that it was just my attempt at keeping up with the times. First, it was the Department of Occult, and now it's the Alchemy. Rituals are replacing our old ways, aren't they? The demand for belief is so high nowadays that we need to industrialize faith. I wouldn't go as far as to call whatever SCP-7709 is doing "lashing out", but if I were a god, I would take offence to this — regardless of whether my domain was abused. Some would call SCP-7709 ungrateful, considering the amount of influence we are giving to the entity. But remember this: some people don’t want to be helped. The same is true for gods, it seems. Even if we set up perfect conditions for SCP-7709 to grow and spread its influence, it might still remain idle. And if we force it to act, it may become restless. You can lead a horse to the water — and you know the rest. -Director Lloyd P.S. Even if you turn off all the Prayer Engines, continue the ritual. It's a sign of goodwill. Footnotes 1. Alchemical name for regal water; a mixture of hydrochloric and nitric acids. 2. Occam-class deities are those unable to conjure a physical form in the Baseline reality. 3. Any chemical species that is capable of donating a proton. 4. Alkahest was the theorized "universal solvent" capable of dissolving any substance without altering its fundamental components. 5. Prayer Engines are devices capable of strengthening the presence of deities in the Baseline reality. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7709" by The Son of Man, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7709. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7710 | pending | Item #: SCP-7710 Temporary Containment Procedures: SCP-7710 is temporaily located at Auxillary Research Facility-19. SCP-7710 is to be contained in a large biohazardous containment cell retrofitted for a large animal. Its cell is to be lined with common industrial plastic with imprinted thaumaturgic sigils. SRAs1 are to be placed at the corners of the containment cell. Use of fire is approved in re-containing the anomaly. Personnel are required to wear hazardous material suits while in SCP-7710's cell. Testing temporary sigils must be made with a liquid mixture 1:7:10 ratio of silver dust:salt:blood (unspecified). SCP-7710's location of discovery. Description: SCP-7710 is a biohazardous entity retrieved from the Saginaw Bay in Bay City, Michigan, USA. The entity will take on the appearance of an extinct, extinct in the wild, or critically endangered species. Its current form is a black rhinoceros. SCP-7710 is three times the size of its non-anomalous counterparts. The anomaly's mass is made up of biohazardous and acidic slime; it has an exo-skeleton composed of oxidized iron and copper. At this time, no specific cause for SCP-7710's manifestation has been found. In testing, SCP-7710 has been found to emit low levels of TRE.2 Addendum 7710.1 Email Logs 7710.1 To: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder From: Head Researcher Leah Królik Subject: New Assignment Date: 2022/09/20 Time: 08:41 Good morning Mordecai, I have some wonderful news for you! I'm assigning you to SCP-7710 as project lead alongside Containment Specialist Samson. His team is trying to contain an anomaly and requires your expertise. All the details are in the attached files. Head Researcher Leah Królik, Department of Research, ARF-19 [SCP-7710.pdf] [2022-08-19_test7710.pdf] [2022-08-20_test7710.pdf] [INFO-TRE_lvl2.pdf] To: Head Researcher Leah Królik From: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Subject: Re:New Assignment Date: 2022/09/20 Time: 08:58 Leah, I'd like to work on this assignment, however, I have to say no. I'm having a hard time at home and this stress would distract me from work. At this time I feel I'm unfit for the responsibility. Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Thaumaturgy Divison, ARF-19 To: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder From: Head Researcher Leah Królik Subject: Re:Re:New Assignment Date: 2022/09/20 Time: 09:12 I really need you on this assignment. I'm assigning you to this anomaly because you're the only on-site personnel who has experience with things like TRE. My sympathies toward you and your situation. I'll see what I can do to help you so you can focus on the assignment. Head Researcher Leah Królik, Department of Research, ARF-19 To: Head Researcher Leah Królik From: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Subject: Re:Re:Re:New Assignment Date: 2022/09/20 Time: 09:23 Leah, I don't want the facility to be involved in my personal matters. Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Thaumaturgy Divison, ARF-19 To: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder From: Head Researcher Leah Królik Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:New Assignment Date: 2022/09/20 Time: 09:45 OK that's fair, but there aren't any nearby mages. I need you on this assignment. Head Researcher Leah Królik, Department of Research, ARF-19 SCP-7710 breached containment and broke into the waste management garages. The entity gained ~34 kg of refuse. Fire specialists were able to reduce the entity's mass and coerce it back into a container. To: Head Researcher Leah Królik From: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:ReNew Assignment Date: 2022/09/21 Time: 14:56 Leah, After some consideration, I'll take on the assignment. Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Thaumaturgy Divison, ARF-19 P.S. I'll let you know if I need anything. Testing Log 7710.1 Testing began 2022/09/23 with consultation from Jr. Researcher Mordecai. Sigil Base: STUCK Date: 2022/09/23 Effects: The anomaly's machine oil output increased by 200%. Notes: Clean up commenced when the effects wore off after 24 hours. Mordecai reports having used the wrong word as a base. Sigil Base: BIND Date: 2022/09/24 Effects: N/A Notes: Personnel in SCP-7710's cell suffered from minor injuries. Researcher Mordecai reported a depressive episode, and called out for the day. To: Head Researcher Leah Królik From: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Subject: Therapy Date: 2022/09/25 Time: 07:28 Leah, After yesterday, I request approval for weekly sessions with my psychiatrist. Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Thaumaturgy Divison, ARF-19 To: Jr Researcher Mordecai Ryder From: Head Researcher Leah Królik Subject: Therapy Date: 2022/09/25 Time: 08:56 Mordecai, Sure thing! I'll let Dr. Cornell know that I've approved this. Head Researcher Leah Królik, Department of Research, ARF-19 Sigil Base: CHAINED Sigil Addition: 48 HOURS Date: 2022/09/27 Effects: The anomaly's exo-skeleton hardened. Notes: An attempted containment breach occured. This led to heavy damage to the plastic interior of the cell. After 48 hours SCP-7710's containment cell was cleaned and repaired. Therapy Session 7710.1 Therapist: Dr. Haskell Cornell Patient: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Date: 2022/10/06 <Begin Log> Cornell: Good morning Mordecai. Mordecai: Hi. Cornell: How are we feeling today? Mordecai: Tired mostly. Cornell: Are the insomnia medications not working? Mordecai: I'm having a hard time taking them. Cornell: I can see about getting a liquid form. (removes a notebook and pen) Mordecai: No, no. That's not the problem. Cornell: (pauses) What's the problem Mordecai? Mordecai: I (rubs forehead) don't want to sleep. Cornell: Why's that? Mordecai: It means the day's over, and I've lost another day. Cornell: "Lost another day"? Mordecai: I don't want to get more in depth. Cornell: Mordecai, if this is affecting your work, by default we should know. [Mordecai is silent for a minute.] Mordecai: It's another day gone knowing that I did have housing. I wake up the next morning and worry I won't have housing when I lay down again. And the cycle repeats. [Dr. Cornell puts his pen down. Mordecai shifts nervously.] Mordecai: If I can stay awake, I won't end the feeling that I made it through another day. [The room remains silent for about a minute. Dr. Cornell retrieves his pen, and writes something down.] Cornell: From what I understand, you have an apartment near here that's in your name? Mordecai: (sniffs) Yes. Cornell: You pay the rent? Mordecai: Yes… but I don't know if I'll be able to pay it the next month, and the next month, and the next month. Cornell: You have solid employment with the Foundation. Mordecai: I'm aware, I just can't shake the feeling that everything can come crashing down on me. Cornell: Your anxiety sounds overwhelming. We can try upping your anti-anxiety medications and see how that helps? Mordecai: (sighs) Please. <End Log> Sigil Base: PRESS Date: 2022/10/07 Effects: Ambient temperature around SCP-7710 raises to 50C. SCP-7710 melts and becomes superheated. It takes on the properties of lava. Notes: The plastic walls melted, the entity breached containment, and was re-contained in ARF-19's parking lot. 12 personnel vehicles were destroyed, including Jr. Researcher Mordecai's Honda Accord. I don't know what I expected. -Mordecai Therapy Session 7710.2 Therapist: Dr. Haskell Cornell Patient: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Date: 2022/10/15 <Begin Log> Cornell: Good morning Mordecai. Mordecai: What's good about it? Cornell: Mordecai, pleas- Mordecai: (interuppts) My car is wrecked. [Silence for roughly 20 seconds.] Cornell: (adjusts tie) -and the facility has created a temporary shuttle route to account for this. Mordecai: The shuttle is fine. What I'm angry about is that I have to get another car. With what money? The money I do have goes toward rent. Cornell: You've been having anxiety about housing again? Mordecai: Of course. It makes it hard to focus when I'm in the lab or my apartment. Cornell: Tell me your nightly routine when you get home after a day at work. Mordecai: Well… I greet Hal3 and then I get a snack and watch horror Let's Plays. When it's time for dinner, I put a frozen dinner in the microwave. I eat that while watching my video. And then… I don't know, a few hours go by and I somehow wake up in my bed. Mordecai: These hours can be used on anything else! But I don't want the night to end so I get stuck in this loop. Cornell: Have you considered journaling? Mordecai: I'm not sure I'd be able to when I'm in that headspace. Cornell: It doesn't have to be anything deep. If you're watching a video, simply type "I'm watching a video." in a blank text file. Mordecai: I hadn't thought of it like that… <End Log> […]watched an indie horror game lets play with hal. she wasnt scared[…] […]tried to order pizza— order kept being mixed up. [46 extraneous entries removed for brevity.] 2022/10/30 […]what they need is a demonologist or a mage well versed in solomonic magic. all they have is a second rate wordsmith. altho on one of my USBs i have a torrented magical library. i think i can find something that could help[…] […]i dont want to live with this Thing. 2022/10/31 […]the anxiety is back. ive been watching videos with Hal for 3 hours. i need to continue programming this sigil but im so fucking worried about nothing! My head hurts, my palms sweat, my heart is racing, every part of my body screams in pain[…] [….]medication and some water helped a little. im taking a short break from reading to take note that im programming the sigil again. [5 entries of extraneous information on sigil creation removed.] 2022/11/05 […]G'd i really need help. there's too much i dont know about this thing!! and i cant handle the apartment, the car and BINDING A DEMON, ALONE! im not experienced with this shit[…] Addendum 7710.2 Sigil Base: LOCKED Date: 2022/11/08 Effects: SCP-7710 breached containment causing minor damage to the Containment Wing. Notes: Jr. Researcher Mordecai suffered from a chemical burn to his shoulder during the breach. Email Logs 7710.2 To: Tyler O'Neil From: Head Researcher Leah Królik Subject: Budget / Breach Date: 2022/11/09 Time: 16:12 Tyler, The decline of my researcher's health is starting to effect his work on SCP-7710. I'm sure you've heard of the recent breaches. I'm asking you to relieve some of Mordecai's financial burden. Head Researcher Leah Królik Department of Research, ARF-19 To: Head Researcher Leah Królik From: Tyler O'Neil Subject: Re:Budget / Breach Date: 2022/11/10 Time: 08:15 Researcher Królik, Sadly, I've heard of the breaches. I'm not sure if the facility has enough funds to increase Jr. Researcher Mordecai's pay especially after the rhino destroyed part of Wing-B. I'll do a little digging and see if there's someone I can reach out to. Tyler O'Neil Financial Liasion, ARF-19 / Site-19 […]ive avoided programming this sigil for the last week, i cant seem to sit down and read for longer than 5mins. my headspace feels polluted and sluggish[…] Sigil Base: PURIFY Date: 2022/11/19 Effects: SCP-7710 biohazardous sludge anomalously turned into corium.4 Notes: See Incident Report 7710.1 for more details. Incident Report 7710.1 Security Footage (Video Only) <Begin Log> 09:32: Testing commences on SCP-7710. The entity melts into corium. 09:33: The blast shields protect the researchers from the sudden radioactive burst. Containment Specialist Samson alerts the facility to a containment breach. 09:35: All personnel begin evacuating. 09:43: Jr. Researcher Mordecai trips and falls down. He tends to his ankle. 09:47: SCP-7710 breaches containment. Its original biohazardous exoskeleton has grown back. It ceases emitting radioactivity. 09:48: Mordecai weakly stands up and hobbles down the hall. 09:51: SCP-7710 sluggishly crawls down the hallway, still recovering from the meltdown. 09:55-10:04: Hopping into an empty conference room, Mordecai stretches his ankle. He pulls out a tube of eyeliner and writes around the bruise while muttering. 10:05: Roaring is reported to come from Temporary Containment Wing-B. Mordecai stands and flexes his ankle. He evacuates the conference room and heads toward the security checkpoint. 10:07: SCP-7710 barges down the hall, and into the open office floor. Despite Mordecai's prior injuries, he is able to run down the next hallway. The anomaly barrels after Mordecai. 10:08-10:15: The entity launches its biohazardous sludge at the researcher. The researcher cups his mouth and yells. A wall of light appears before him. The sludge is absorbed by the wall. Mordecai appears to be speaking while launching thaumaturgically charged spheres at SCP-7710, which explode on impact. The wall disapates. Recovering from the explosives, SCP-7710 continues to pursue Mordecai. 10:15: Mordecai reaches the security checkpoint. The vault doors are locked. The researcher uses the checkpoint intercom. Intercom Recording Mordecai: Anyone there? Security: Yes. We aren't able to open the doors until SCP-7710 is re-contained. Please stand-by, there is a mobile task force on route to the site. [Loud bellowing is heard through the intercom.] Mordecai: Shit shit shit shit shit… Security: Get yourself to safety and wait for rescue. [The bellowing gets louder. Mordecai ends the call.] Security Footage (Video Only) 10:18-10:23: The researcher turns and faces the anomaly again. Mordecai removes his lab coat, and rolls up his sleeves. He pulls out the tube of eyeliner again and frantically scrawls on both forearms. SCP-7710 launches refuse at Mordecai. The researcher's eyes begin glowing as he waves his hands, manifesting a wall of light. It absorbs the attack. 10:24-10:35: Mordecai strafes left. The entity rams into the doors. The researcher's eyes glow brighter and light begins to outline Mordecai's body. SCP-7710 recovers and appears to bellow. Mordecai yells and a shortbow made out of light appears in his hand. He points it at SCP-7710. Pulling on the string Mordecai manifests an arrow. He quickly lets out 3 arrows. The entity writhes as the arrows embed into its exposed flesh. Mordecai whispers into his left hand, summoning another thaumaturgical explosive orb. Throwing it in the direction of SCP-7710, Mordecai sprints and ducks behind a trash can. The footage washes out for a minute. 10:37-10:43: SCP-7710 recovers. There are two new cracks in its exoskeleton; it leaks crude oil. Mordecai de-summons the shortbow, centers his weight and begins to dance. The anomaly bombards Mordecai with refuse. The researcher's mouth moves as he extends his arms above his head. Light around Mordecai expands. A thick, wall of plasma expands and atomizes the refuse. Mordecai is overexposed for the rest of the footage. [On site temperature read outs report an average increase of 5C site wide at this time. Containment Wing-B reports an increase of 7C.] 10:46-10:51: The anomaly struggles, dragging its mass toward the security checkpoint. Mordecai rushes toward SCP-7710. Light levels increase around Mordecai as he approaches the entity. An appendage flows out of him and makes a large fist. Upon impact with SCP-7710 Mordecai punches it. There is another bright flash and a report of an increase in heat. The rest of the footage is corrupted. <End Log> Jr. Researcher Mordecai was discovered unconscious, clothes burned, severely dehydrated, and covered in first degree burns. SCP-7710 was found contained in a dome of plasma. Scanners of the wing reported a gravity well localized to SCP-7710's center of mass. Addendum 7710.3 Medical Report 7710.1 After gaining lucidity, Jr. Researcher Mordecai loudly requested drawing material and a meeting with Dr. Cornell, and Containment Specialist Samson. Debriefing Patient: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder Attending: Dr. Haskell Cornell, Containment Specialist Sif Samson Date: 2022/11/25 Mordecai: (pulls out an envelope and hands it to Samson) These are plans for a gravity sigil that will anchor 7710. I can't be there to activate it, and the blueprint is incomplete; however, that sigil should give off enough passive emissions to hold the entity in place while I heal. Samson: (takes the envelope) How do you know this'll work? Mordecai: Because it already worked to recontain it. I need to speak to Dr. Cornell alone now. Samson: Alright, we'll begin work immediately. [Samson leaves the room.] Cornell: Tell me what you remember. Mordecai: Something went wrong with the sigil, and 7710 melted into nuclear sludge. Thankfully the blast shields were up, (wheezes) I tripped while evacuating and twisted my ankle. I don't remember much from then to when the rhino rushed me. Cornell: Try to remember your fight with the rhino. [Silence for roughly 2 minutes.] Mordecai: I remember writing PSALMS…something, on my forearm, and GUIDANCE on the other. (pauses) There was yelling. The air around me got really hot and my skin started to burn. (shifts painfully) I wake up in here with an image in my mind's eye quickly fading. I don't recall much more. Cornell: (nods) I'll speak with your supervisor on getting you access to the security footage. Mordecai: Sweet Lord have mercy— I don't think I can handle that just yet. Cornell: Of course, but I feel we should get a move on with the paperwork. Mordecai: (painfully shifts in bed) That's fair. Now, please let me be alone. Cornell: Understood. Have a good night Mordecai. Mordecai: You too. (wheezes) To: Tyler O'Neil From: Head Researcher Leah Królik Subject: Compensation Date: 2022/11/27 Time: 07:44 Tyler, Have you looked into financially compensating Mordecai for housing? He's shown himself more than capable in handling 7710's containment research and besides, he's been beat up enough already. Head Researcher Leah Królik, Department of Research, ARF-19 To: Head Researcher Leah Królik From: Tyler O'Neil Subject: Re:Compensation Date: 2022/11/27 Time: 09:01 Researcher Leah, There's been rumors going around my office about that. I'll reach out to Sandra at Site-19 and see if she can approve an emergency measure to cover the rest of Mordecai's lease. Tyler O'Neil Financial Liasion, ARF-19 / Site-19 To: Sandra Sanderson From: Tyler O'Neil Subject: Compensation Date: 2022/11/27 Time: 09:05 Sandra, It's come to my attention that Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder has expressed on numerous occasions that his issues with housing are distracting him from work. With the difficulty of containing a refuse demon at a small facility, and Mordecai being the only thaumaturge on-site, I feel this warrants emergency measures. I propose that the facility takes over the rest of his lease. Tyler O'Neil Financial Liasion, ARF-19 / Site-19 To: Tyler O'Neil From: Sandra Sanderson Subject: Re:Compensation Date: 2022/11/27 Time: 11:15 Tyler, What we've allocated for ARF-19's budget wouldn't allow for this. Sadly, 7710's breaches have evaporated most of the funds. Sandra Sanderson Department of Finance, Site-19 15:32: Mordecai is seated at a table alone in the media center. He's surrounded by sigil blue prints, books, and binders. Dark circles are under his eyes. 15:41: He falls asleep. 16:02: The sigil blueprint Mordecai is laying on top of begins to glow. 16:04: Edges of the blueprint start to smolder. 16:20: The paper catches fire and this wakes Mordecai. He removes his lab coat and beats the flames. 16:24: Mordecai successfuly extinguishes the fire. He cleans the mess, packs his things, and leaves. To: Sandra Sanderson From: Tyler O'Neil Subject: Re:Re:Compensation Date: 2022/12/01 Time: 11:24 Sandra, I reached out to the head of food service at ARF-19. We were able to free up some of the facility's budget. Attached is our proposal. Tyler O'Neil Financial Liasion, ARF-19 / Site-19 [ARF19_food-service_budget] P.S. It'll mean a lesser quality of food on-site. But I feel that that's a fair compromise to reduce the frequency of the rhino's breaches. To: Tyler O'Neil From: Sandra Sanderson Subject: Re:Compensation Date: 2022/12/01 Time: 12:43 Tyler, This looks good to me. Sandra Sanderson Department of Finance, Site-19 To: Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder From: Tyler O'Neil Subject: Housing Date: 2022/12/01 Time: 14:02 Jr. Researcher Mordecai Ryder, I need to inform you that Auxillary Facility-19 will be taking over the rest of your apartment's lease. In the attached document is the relevent paperwork to fill out to apply for the emergency aid, as well as a list of what information your property management company needs to provide us with. Get well soon, Tyler O'Neil Financial Liasion, ARF-19 / Site-19 [emergency-aid_2022.pdf] [housing-info_2022.pdf] After receiving news from O'Neil, there was a notable increase in Jr. Researcher Mordecai's mood. During which time the containment team rebuilt SCP-7710's cell using Mordecai's incomplete blueprints. […]i might've been using entirely the wrong language in programming the base. its a demon, but no relataed language is working. but as a manifestation of pollution. am i crazy to think that the demon is closer to science than theology? im going to put in a request for material on basic environmental science and physics[…] Sigil Base: [mathematical formula on the rate of decay in chemical waste over the course of 48 hours] Date: 2022/12/04 Effects: SCP-7710 biohazardous sludge begins to decay and slough off over the course of 48 hours. Notes: After 48 hours SCP-7710 began the process of healing albeit at a slower rate than exhibited in the past. it was math. More by fairydoctor Footnotes 1. Scranton Reality Anchor, stablizes local reality. 2. Tartarean Resonance Energy. 3. Mordecai's white rabbit servitor. A magician's familiar. 4. Nuclear waste. |
SCP-7711 | archon | Agisuru You can check out more of my works here: Agisuru's Very Cool Author Page YOU ARE VIEWING AN ARCHIVED PAGE. This in-progress iteration has been preserved in Foundation archives for the sake of access to audio contained within. Be advised that all relevant knowledge has yet to be approved by the O5 council for release to the Foundation at large. Item#: 7711 Level6 Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures Containment of SCP-7711 is not feasible by standard means, but, due to the nature of SCP-7711, is effectively pointless. While SCP-7711 can, in some sense, be considered contained by virtue of being restricted to residing on a single, isolated planet, no maintenance of this containment is required. Should SCP-7711 spread beyond its home planet, nothing will change. Description SCP-7711 is the designation for an anomalous, humanoid race and the dominant species of its home planet. SCP-7711 is typically referred to by itself as Homo sapiens1, though at present, no names for SCP-7711 are known that are not self-given. You have enabled auto-transcription. ------ Audio detected. Voice identification active. ------ Speaker: Dr. Uwe, Luke Transcribing… That's it? We're the anomaly? Speaker: O5-5 (retired) After all we've catalogued, and especially after every anomaly we've created ourselves, it's only appropriate. I don't know. It just feels wrong to me. I understand. It's a strange objectivity to conclude one's own race to be anomalous. Why, though? What brought this on? How fond are you of stories, Uwe? I doubt I'm really allowed to say I don't want or have the time to listen. You're allowed to say whatever you want. You're allowed to walk out that door right now and never come back if you're so inclined. Well, sure, but… I don't know. Responding like that to an O5 feels like I'm breaking the biggest rule in the Foundation. Forget my position. I'm not speaking in my capacity as an overseer. I'm just speaking as someone old and tired, whose memories may not be intact forever. Someone who's seen more than they ever deserved to. You're interested in being a part of our deep space exploration initiative, aren't you? I ask that you indulge me this chance to ramble. …Alright. If that's what you'd like. I wasn't alive when man made it into orbit. I wasn't alive when man made it to the moon. I wasn't alive when man made it to Mars. I know the gist of it, though. Like a sheltered child, we took our first steps into the great world beyond our home. We stumbled along the way, and once we were out the door, we were overwhelmed by what we saw. We quickly returned to safety, to the place we'd known for our entire existence, grateful for what we had been provided. That's where the official records end. Man has never gone farther than the fourth planet from the sun, and certainly never left the solar system. I don't think it's much of a surprise for me to tell you that simply isn't true. I've been out there. I've seen the vast, unyielding cosmos firsthand. Above all else, I returned with one fact seared into my mind: humanity is an anomaly. Simply through the act of existing, we defy every expected norm of this universe. The Foundation has had faster-than-light travel for… I think it's almost a century now? It's hard to remember exactly when we found it, frankly, because the technology sat disused in an out-of-the-way facility for God knows how long. We didn't know what to do with it. We could travel wherever we pleased, but we couldn't see wherever ahead of time. We'd be flying blind and without direction, and chances are that if we just sent someone off at random, they'd never find anything interesting out there. As time progressed, we didn't gain much of anything to help us see further into the cosmos. Instead, we developed ways to predict what we would find, mathematical models to tell us where planets would be, what their composition was like, the chances that they were suitable for life. All of this based on the tiny sliver of the universe we could see from our little home. But we couldn't test these predictions through conventional means. We needed to dust off the faster-than-light travel technology that had been rotting in containment. We needed someone to venture out and discover what it was the models couldn't predict. I wasn't an O5 then. I was young and idealistic, eager to prove myself however I could. To this day, I'm still not certain why they chose me, but I don't think why really matters. They chose me, and I quickly learned how to operate the craft they'd created. I was given a list of destinations, planets they had calculated as most likely to support life. Not all of them would be like ours. Some they'd even received evidence from of extraterrestrial life, but had been unable to effectively communicate, travel to, or even view them remotely. The ship was a work of genius in its own right. Not just because of the ability to travel beyond anything we knew, mind you. Honestly, I think that might have been the least remarkable part. Maybe it's just because the idea of faster-than-light travel has been in the cultural zeitgeist so long that it hardly stood out to me. I was more fascinated by the way it could harvest sunlight to create nutrient-dense smoothies, negating the need for rationing out food to last me a set period of time. There was also the pocket dimension accessible from Earth as well as from a door near the back of the craft; though we couldn't occupy it at the same time, Foundation personnel could leave me things I needed, and in turn I could hand off notes from my mission. That was the closest thing I had to companionship. The distance between myself and our solar system would quickly become too great to manage direct conversation. It wasn't long before I was watching Earth slowly vanish from sight, a world large beyond human comprehension reduced to a pinprick in my rear viewing port. Everything I'd ever known took up less space in my visual field than the stars further away than a human could ever fathom. It's hard to place how I felt about it in the moment. I can't help but project how I feel now about the whole thing, later events tinting that memory, preventing me from ever recalling it as it truly was. I don't know if I'll ever be able to experience the feeling again. That's just the nature of the human mind. I know I felt some kind of awe. Reverence, even, for the alien beauty of what I was seeing. No other person had ever borne witness to that sight. Yet for all the beauty of Earth, of Mars and Saturn and Jupiter, of our solar system in its entirety, so much more of what I saw lacked that elegance. The initial stage of my departure was breathtaking in ways that set my expectations far too high. After that, it was just nothing. I was adrift in… well, I can't even call it darkness. There's a certain expectation to the concept of darkness, that there's something to see within it, that if only there were more light or your eyes better adjusted you'd at least be able to discern some faint figure of your surroundings. Even if I shone a light in any direction, what would there have been to see? The light itself would have been wasted. There would have been no difference. My craft was moving faster than physics had previously been capable of comprehending, but it appeared no different to me than if I were standing still. I've heard, of course, that it's a trick of our vision, that our ability to see is based on light moving so much faster than we can, that moving faster than light would render us incapable of seeing. I'm not certain I want to attribute it entirely to that principle. I think that, even were that postulation proven wrong, there would still have been nothing to see, the distances so vast and so empty that the mind struggles to understand it. Our brains aren't made for solitude. We evolved to observe everything around us, to constantly be on alert for anything even minutely different. Anytime I looked out into the stars, I'd swear I saw something move, or blink, find some connection between them. I saw stars looking back at me with the same vague curiosity in their gaze that I held in mine, only to realize that my psyche had invented all of it. The longer I peered into nothingness, the more my mind wanted so desperately for there to be something within it. My subconscious itself seemed bored of being unable to perceive anything, tricking me into thinking there was anything out there to elicit some kind of emotion. But there never was. On and on I traveled, guided only by a set of predictive equations. Bright as the people who did all that math for me were, they didn't know for certain how fast I'd be able to reach the locations I was being sent to. They had to program the craft itself to adjust its trajectory based on the speeds it actually achieved. Were my direction off by even the most marginal of fractions, I could wind up arriving to nothing, too far away from my target to even be able to see where I should have gone. That anxiety harrowed me up until the moment I reached my first destination. The closest of the potentially life-sustaining planets, though certainly not the most similar to ours. It was a tiny thing, barely larger than our moon, but equally desolate. It wasn't large enough to hold an atmosphere. I landed, but I knew what would await me. I was aware of the results I'd see of the tests performed on each sample I took. There was no life there. I don't think there ever had been. From Earth, the Foundation had observed a planet large enough to keep an atmosphere, a planet that had liquid water, a planet quite similar to our own. That sight had been hundreds of years old by the time it reached us. As I departed, I saw what had occurred. I saw what Earth wouldn't know for centuries. As I said, the planet hardly exceeded the size of our moon, but that wasn't the whole of it. The mass that had been observed from Earth hadn't been some illusion. It spiraled rapidly in a close orbit to the center mass, splintered off by some catastrophic impact. Something, likely a rogue planetoid traveling the cosmos much the same as I, had struck. It carried with it enough force to rend the planet itself, scattering the pieces into space around it. Still held captive by the gravity of the planet's star, these fragments had slowly begun to amass, forming a frenzied, chaotic orbit around one another that constantly dragged the main body of the planet out of its own proper orbit, zigging and zagging around the star to such a degree that its climate utterly destabilized. It would be brought near to the sun and baked for months before being dragged out into the frigid cold. If there had ever been life there, and if that life survived the cataclysmic collision, and if that life had also managed to endure the loss of the majority of the atmosphere, it would certainly have been done in by the unpredictable orbit. My stop there had been a waste of time, and the tests performed on the samples confirmed it. There were no traces of organic material to be found anywhere. Once more I returned to the solitude of the cosmos, drifting towards my next destination. The next planet wasn't quite as obviously dead at first glance. I saw no life, that much was true, but it was entirely possible life only existed there as single-celled organisms. I could not rely purely on what I could see. Aside from incredibly high levels of radiation, there were few outwardly apparent signs of disaster. My initial suspicion was that there was some kind of fallout from a war, but I realized that the assumption was rather human-centric. Even if another species achieved the dominance humanity has, who's to say they would ever develop weapons that took a form at all recognizable to us? No, I dare say that no living being wrought the destruction that second planet faced. The samples I took told me everything I needed to know: the planet had once contained a molten core much like Earth's, but for whatever reason, it had since cooled and solidified. Over time, this brought the planet itself to a thermal equilibrium. There were traces of life having once been there, but with the fiery core extinguished, that life lost the ability to synthesize nutrients, leading to total extinction. The cooling of the core also brought with it a loss of the planet's protective magnetic field, allowing solar winds to scour the surface into the wasteland that lay before me. Another dead end. Another waste of time. I was disappointed, but this wasn't entirely unexpected. Even finding one living planets among the dozens of destinations would be remarkable. Discouraging, perhaps, but not cause for concern yet. I was to press on until I found the extraterrestrial life that I knew in my heart existed somewhere in the vast universe. As I traveled towards the next coordinates, an oddity drew my attention. The ship had detected a nearby nebula, one that had never been observed from Earth. It should have been directly between our planet and the one to which I was currently traveling at the time that I left, yet according to the logs of known celestial bodies in my ship's database, it had not been catalogued. I allowed myself a moment to stop and smell the roses, so to speak, to observe and note something fully unknown for our records. I believe I understand how it had escaped detection. Thousands of kilometers across it was, but it possessed a motility I do not think nebulae typically capable of. It crawled on, shifting and extending pseudopods like an amoeba, propelling parts of itself forward before the limblike structure ruptured and the rest of the gaseous body came spilling out from that point. It periodically twinkled in a rhythmic pattern, producing light from within itself in a way nebulae typically do not. I believe it had achieved this through some method of igniting segments of its gaseous form, perhaps by forcibly causing debris within it to collide and create a spark. While to that point it certainly defied my understanding of physics and of what defined a nebula, I was unwilling to call it truly anomalous within my notes. That was until it regarded me, ceasing its motion and producing a brilliant display of lights. I do not know how I knew it had witnessed me. I was so infinitesimally tiny in comparison to this vast cloud, and so unimaginably far from it that I could observe its entire body, yet it noticed me there. We regarded each other, two travelers equally alone in a universe continually pulling away in every direction. We shared no language, no method of communication. Our encounter was brief and fruitless. We could do nothing but be aware of each other, knowing that we would forever be isolated by nature of our physical beings. I could not even feel enthusiastic about this discovery, as realization hit me that this was nothing new. This individual may not have previously been observed, but its kind, beings trapped in the fabric of reality and forced into forms that resemble not anything we or they could recognize as life, were known to us already. The Foundation had seen them before, how they wailed and screamed into a universe to which they did not belong. I could not even consider this a discovery of life beyond our planet. This being was inorganic, a mere consciousness suspended in a starry limbo. It was nothing new for us, and it was not at all what I had been sent out to find. I moved on, and so did the nebula. I did not go far before my ship brought itself to a halt. I could not safely proceed to the destination, it alerted me. It was within the gravitational field of a neutron star. While I could observe it from my current distance, approaching the coordinates would put us too close to the neutron star to have any hopes of escaping its pull. The catalog of my destinations that the Foundation had provided me made it apparent what had transpired. The star about which orbited the planet I was seeking had been an absolute behemoth. What lay before me now was its corpse, having obliterated all of its satellites when its flame began to sputter and die. Whatever fragments that were not launched into space had been drawn into the star during the subsequent gravitational collapse. The planet I had come in search of must have been wiped out of existence before I even left home, and Earth would be none the wiser of its fate for at least another decade. I had no choice but to move onward. We had not expected that star to be so close to the end of its life, but such things are hard to gauge from sight alone. Such was the crux of my mission as a whole, I suppose. The next destination was a moon orbiting a gaseous planet. From what we had seen, it seemed to even support some kind of liquid on its surface. The potential for it to be similar to Earth was immense and exciting. Unfortunately, that liquid was not water. The planet was tremendously cold, to the point where I was unable to leave the safety of my vessel lest my blood freeze in my veins in mere minutes. That liquid, as it turned out, was an ocean of oxygen. This was no habitable body. It was the warmth of our primordial world that helped birth organic matter. This moon was too frigid, I theorized, and indeed the samples contained no evidence of life ever existing here. Onward I had to go. My next stop was mercifully balmy by comparison. Readings indicated a high humidity and more than enough warmth to encourage life to flourish. Its atmosphere contained oxygen, with similar enough atmospheric pressure that the air would in theory be breathable for humans. I must stress, however, that this is only technically the case; while I would have been able to breathe on the surface of this planet, taking breaths of this air would quickly prove hazardous. The air was roughly 90% oxygen, far more than our planet had ever experienced. Breathing it would quickly induce toxicity for beings that had not evolved for such a climate. That, however, was the least concern for organisms that would theoretically live there. Far more pressing was the lightning that continually struck around me. The planet's weather was a violent haze of nonstop storms. Fires raged as far as I could see, picked up by the ferocious gale into terrible whirlwind. The atmosphere here was the catalyst for this chaos. Oxygen being so available as fuel, when combined with the continuous lightning strikes, meant fires could begin at a moment's notice. The sandy soil as well was incredibly flammable, allowing blazes to spread with ease. If there is a hell, I can only imagine it to look much like that planet did. Life could find no foothold here. Even obtaining samples was difficult, as the materials collected proved hazardous enough that certain methods of examination set them ablaze. I was forced to abandon much of what I had collected and move on as swiftly as possible. Several uneventful locations followed. While they were far less dangerous in comparison to the previous planets, so too were they less remarkable. There was simply nothing to see. It was a planet devoid of life and of actively hostile conditions. This was the bulk of what I witnessed, in the end. Planet after planet I found utterly bare to the point of blending together in my memory. I'll spare you the details of how many such planets I observed. Just know that between each noteworthy destination lay at least two or three that were very much the opposite. This time, there were simply far more of them in a row. I lost track of the passage of time, as there was no way to mark the days in my ship beyond the time and date reading on the monitor of the ship's computer system. The thick and flavorless nutrient broth that the ship dispensed for me had become difficult to choke down, dissatisfying to my tongue in both texture and in taste. Dull repetition set in, circumstances unchanging despite moving from one planet to the next. I had never anticipated tedium being so heavily a part of interstellar travel. Eventually, however, this extended sequence of barren planets was broken. I was over two hundred light years from Earth and several months into my journey when I came upon a destination remarkably beautiful in terribly familiar ways. My stomach churned in equal parts excitement and anxiety as I gazed upon the blue planet before me, white clouds drifting across. It looked so very much like home that I momentarily wondered if my ship had brought me back to Earth already. The image of family and friends awaiting my return passed through my mind before I could stop it, bringing my heart to a standstill as I realized that no such thing would greet me here. It was only a pale reflection of home, a disappointing reminder of what I had left behind. Still, I had hope yet to cling to. If any planet would have life, this one, it seemed, was a splendid candidate. Indeed, I found traces of organic material almost immediately among my samples. My journey hadn't been for naught. I had found something, even if it was only in the form of microorganisms just beginning their evolutionary journey. As results came in, however, my heart sank. There had indeed been life here, but it was present no longer. Though I could not find evidence of cataclysm or inhospitable conditions like the previous planets, life here had died out all the same. Millions of years before we set our sights on this dull rock adrift in the cosmos, its own life had begun and ended. It had faltered of its own accord, simply unable to meet the needs for survival. A changing environment brought hardships that these little creatures could not bear, and so did this planet's story come to a close. Perhaps it was too sentimental of me, but I felt it wrong to leave without erecting some kind of memorial for this dead world. I gathered stones, piling them into a cairn near where I landed. I knew that no other being would likely ever see my grave for this planet's potential, but it felt like the proper thing to do. Life here would be remembered only by a small pile of stones placed by a visitor from afar. Is it strange to feel kinship with long-dead alien microbes? Perhaps, but their corpses were the closest I'd come to company in my journey thus far. My hopes of finding true extraterrestrial life were waning. As I looked to the skies above in preparation for my departure, I could only wonder how many dead ends were left for me. Would I resign myself to failure and return home before finishing my task, leaving some horizons unexplored? I wasn't certain I had the resolve needed to face discouragement time and again as I hopped from planet to planet. It would soon weigh far too heavily on me to continue much longer, I feared. I had to continue on my mission before such thoughts demoralized me. There was still some flicker of hope within me— life had, at least, been present at some point on two of the planets I visited. It was life that never had the opportunity to advance into complex forms, but the possibility for life that survived such trials remained. Another string of lifeless worlds eventually gave way to another hellish sight. The next planet I was to visit was wrapped in a layer of noxious, yellow clouds. For a moment, I wondered if there even was solid ground to land on, as I was unable to pierce that veil from orbit. I would have to enter the atmosphere and manually search for an ideal location to ground my ship. Admittedly, it was an easier task than I had anticipated, but that said little. I had half expected the atmosphere to tear my vessel to pieces— it didn't, thankfully. The main difficulty was simply finding open ground large enough to accommodate me. The terrain across the entire planet was unyieldingly mountainous. Where the ground flattened sat boiling mud puddles, fetid fumes rising from beneath. I would be unable to land in such a location for risk of the ground being too thin to support the weight of my craft. Quakes consistently wracked the planet, further limiting the locations I could safely land, as I would need to seek ground higher than its surroundings to minimize risk of rockfalls crushing my ship. It took some doing, but I did manage to nestle myself in on a plateau. My findings were predictable. Life had taken hold briefly on this world, but it was ultimately ill-suited to support any living thing. What creatures there had been were all extremophiles, reliant on the frequent volcanic or other thermal activity welling up from deep within this hostile planet. Geological records indicated that this planet had undergone a period of relative calm some thousands of years prior. As all life had been adapted to the harsh conditions, it was instead what we would find more suitable that spelled their end. Life had not been present here since. Once more I ascended into the void beyond, eager to bid that planet goodbye. While it was a rare bit of excitement amidst continual disappointment, I would not miss it. I would take the barren planets any day, since they'd little risk of killing or stranding me. Unfortunately, my list of destinations was beginning to run dry. I'd only a handful of coordinates left to investigate, with little hope left of one of these few having life. I was terrified of returning home a failure, yet a part of me desperately wished to do so. Being rebuked would still mean I'd finally hear another person's voice again. The next planet was the most impressive, in some regards. It was the only one I saw where life achieved any sort of complexity. I was able to find fossils of insect-like beings that swam this planet's oceans once upon a time. They were small, certainly, but they utterly dwarfed anything I'd seen before by virtue of being more than a single cell. Armored exoskeletons had protected them from their environment as they slowly adapted to their world. But they did not adapt quickly enough. In the end, I saw a reversal of the situation from the previous planet. Volcanic activity flared up to a degree it had never before achieved in the planet's history. The oceans began to dry up and acidify, ash blanketing the planet and blocking out light. The creatures that had evolved here were trapped within the now-toxic waters, slowly choking to death over the course of a decade. Life did not recover. Almost all life was wiped out in that time. Though a few species limped on, they did not last. They were not diverse or numerous enough to repopulate this devastated world, and so nature there breathed its last. I was late to this planet by over a million years. Two more locations left. The next was desolate, ravaged by windstorms that tore chunks out of the loose soil. The dirt was woefully devoid of any nutrient content, ill-suited for life to grow at all. It seemed as though this planet simply never received the fertilization I'd seen in all of the others. While there had been barren planets before, this one almost appeared to have been deliberately stripped of everything. I could not find traces of any heavy metals in the soil, no oxygen in the atmosphere, no carbon or silicon to form the backbone for life. It was simply a wasteland that could never grow into something more. There was nothing for me to see there, and so onward I went. The final coordinates were the most disappointing of the lot. It seemed I'd finally run afoul of incorrect calculations. There was simply nothing there to greet me when I dropped out of faster-than-light travel. There was no black hole to have swallowed up the planet. There was no debris where a planet once was before being obliterated. There was simply nothing. Not even within a light year of my destination were there any stars, and the nearest one had no satellites. I was entirely empty-handed. This was how my journey came to an end, entirely denying me one last planet for some sense of closure. Perhaps that was emblematic of my journey as a whole. In the end, I found nothing. There was nothing left to do but return to Earth. At the very least, I would no longer be alone, I thought. That assumption was woefully incorrect. Nobody was there to greet me upon my return. Communications with the base at which I was to land were automated, and the entire site had been cleared of both people and anomalies. I was debriefed by faceless individuals on the other side of a computer screen, people whose names I never knew and never learned even after I became an overseer. I was held in containment for weeks until they were certain I'd not returned with some alien life clinging to my boots. Solitude had not released me from its hold yet. I was eventually allowed to return to my life, but I found depressingly little to return to. My mother had passed on while I was away. I'd no significant other or siblings to keep me company. The most I could do was tell my story to her grave, thinking all the while of that solemn pile of rocks I'd left behind on some planet I didn't even know the name of. I was alone, and in that moment, I finally concluded that we, all of us as a species, were too. …I see. That's… Disappointing? …Yeah. I know. But at least you're not alone in that feeling. The odds have been so heavily stacked against life finding success that it seems only through sheer luck we stand here today. That's hardly reassurance. Still, though, space is incomprehensibly vast. There's so many more planets than what you saw. That may be true, yes, but I don't think they'll hold anything of note. The Foundation had selected the most likely candidates for me to visit. The vast majority of planets out there have no hopes of supporting life. Besides, I wasn't the last person to travel out into the cosmos. Nobody we've sent has found anything of note. Oh. So… we really are alone, then? As far as we know, yes. I apologize if this killed your enthusiasm for exploring what may be out there, but I would rather not people have to endure the extended disappointment I did. …Right. I understand. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me before I finish writing this up? No. I think I've taken enough of your time for today. Take care, Uwe. Yeah. You too. Footnotes 1. Colloquially known as "humans". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7711" by Agisuru, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7711. Licensed under CC-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: agisuru7000new Author: agisuru License: Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0 Source Link: 7000contestagisuru, https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/7000contestagisuru/agisuru7000new.mp3 Additional Notes: Content relating to the SCP Foundation, including the SCP Foundation logo, is licensed under Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0 and all concepts originate from https://scpwiki.com/ and its authors. This audio, being derived from and created for this content, is hereby also released under Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0. |
SCP-7712 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7712 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7712 has yet to be contained. Following public containment protocols of humanoid anomalies, attempts to consult SCP-7712 and negotiate its terms for public containment are ongoing. If SCP-7712 is willing, they may be permitted to continue their profession under strict guidelines forbidding the noticeable use of reality augmentations. If corporative with these terms, SCP-7712 may remain living amongst the general public. Weekly wellbeing consultations via phone call and bi-monthly testing on-site are a requirement as part of these conditions. In the event that SCP-7712 refuses these terms and/or presents a breach of normalcy, traditional containment measures for subduing Type-green humanoid entities are permitted. Description: SCP-7712 is an adult female in their mid-twenties. SCP-7712 works as a professional magician and will occasionally perform street entertainment in permitted areas. SCP-7712 rarely appears in public unless performing, during which they are dressed in a stage magician's attire. SCP-7712 is capable of manipulating matter in their surroundings through various arcane spells and abilities. The exact range and limit of their effects is currently unknown. SCP-7712 additionally possesses some level of reality-bending influence as well as magic. It is difficult to determine SCP-7712’s exact level of magical potency, as they use their abilities primarily to produce magic tricks that are seemingly mundane, and completely non-anomalous in appearance. Notable Performances: Performance: The traditional "Sawing a person in half" trick. Summary: An assistant is placed inside a box and the performer pretends to saw them in half. Results: An assistant is chosen from the audience. SCP-7712 then shows the interior of the box to be empty before the audience member lies inside. SCP-7712 produces a long saw and cuts through the centre of the box. SCP-7712 pulls the separate boxes apart, the subject appears to have been cut in half. SCP-7712 pushes the two boxes back together and the subject climbs out, completely unharmed. Following the show, an organic replicant identical to the assisting audience member was found curled up inside of the second box half. Examination revealed the replicant's genetic makeup to match that of a Columba livia domestica (Domestic pigeon). Performance: The street performer “Levitation” illusion. Summary: Performer uses a pole or long stick fitted with hidden supports concealed in their clothing to give off the illusion of floating in midair. Results: SCP-7712 stands grasping a branch. They lift their legs up and adopt a crosslegged sitting position while keeping hold of the branch. SCP-7712 maintained this position for two hours while receiving money from onlookers. Examination revealed a hole in the ground where the stick had been placed. The hole extended further underground, forming into a variety of smaller tunnels resembling a system of tree roots. It is believed that SCP-7712 used their anomalous properties to extend the stick into the ground and then produce a root system to maintain support. It is likely that the other end of the branch’s growth was directed through SCP-7712’s sleeve, extending down through their suit, and finally extending underneath SCP-7712’s legs as a seat for further support. Performance: Play on the "Disappearing/reappearing" animal trick. Summary: Magician makes a small animal appear seemingly out of nowhere, or vanish. Results: SCP-7712 performs at a local waterpark. They stand above a large glass tank filled with saltwater. SCP-7712 lifts their hands into the air, a red curtain drapes over the tank. A few seconds later, the drape is removed, a dolphin is now inside the tank. The trick is then repeated, except making the dolphin disappear instead. Inspection of the tank revealed a single instance of deceased Ophiodon elongatus (Ling cod) swimming near the bottom. Reports from a dolphin watching ship in Alaska reported the sudden disappearance and reappearance of a dolphin they had been examining at the time of SCP-7712’s performance. Addendum: Following a recent performance, SCP-7712 was recovered under the false pretence of a talent agency wishing to hire them for a show. Of note, SCP-7712 showed unexpected cooperation with personnel, even after realising their true intentions. Nothing out of the ordinary other than SCP-7712's own anomalous properties were detected during inspection. Interview Log: [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Bluff: Hello. I’m Dr. Bluff. I’ll be- SCP-7712: This is an interview? Ok. If things run late, I’ll book you in after my next show. You’ll like it! Better than that ritualistic chanting and pigs blood crap… Can’t stand it. Just watch yourself, though. Try getting on-stage and I’ll pull a chicken right out of your- SCP-7712: Please just answer our questions. We’re aware of and have prepared for your abilities. SCP-7712: Very well, ma’am. Ask away… SCP-7712: Good. So, we’ve been keeping track of your performances for quite some time now. And so far, all of your tricks have been intentionally elaborate. Why is that? SCP-7712: What? Dr. Bluff: You’re capable of actual magic. Wouldn't it be easier and less likely to reveal your true anomalous nature to just make stage tricks happen instantly? SCP-7712: Where’s the showmanship in that? Too boring. I don’t reveal myself, and people get what they want. And it keeps secret magic societies off my back, probably don’t care about a “lowly” stage magician anyway. Idiots. Never get involved, you promise? Dr. Bluff: Alright. But your preparations are beyond ludicrous. You once created a tunnel filled with vegetation under a table to lure a rabbit out of a hat. SCP-7712: I actually wanted to pull a woman out of the hat, but size wouldn’t cut it. Also, needed something bigger than a rabbit hole… Dr. Bluff: Just make the rabbit appear. SCP-7712: Uninspired though, isn't it? It’s about pulling it off. In a snap of the fingers is boring! The trickery is what makes it real. Dr. Bluff: In what way? SCP-7712: Audiences feel the effort you put into a show. The more complex the mechanisms behind the curtains, the more mind-boggling the observed trick appears. Dr. Bluff: An “Iceberg theory” for magicians? SCP-7712: More so a Rube Goldberg machine. Big setup, small result, big applause and even bigger smiles. The appearance of subtlety that not even most real mages can pull of with any amount of actual magic. Combine that with the effort of the lights, fog machines, costumes… Dr. Bluff: Is that why you wear the expensive suit? SCP-7712: Who doesn’t like a woman in a suit? SCP-7712 grins. Dr. Bluff remains silent. SCP-7712: You guys excel at tricks yourselves. Convincing most of the world magic doesn’t exist? You or any of your friends want a change in careers? You’d make a great stagehand. Dr. Bluff: …No. SCP-7712: Shame. Would’ve enjoyed the company… Dr. Bluff: Well, regardless of how you see it, you need to turn it down and keep things more subtle. If you want to continue performing, you have to follow our guidelines to ensure that you’re true nature isn’t exposed to the general public. Trust me, the Foundation won’t take too kindly to it. SCP-7712: I suppose. But I’m not signing anything just yet. I have a few shows soon, and the last thing I need is last-minute meddling. Dr. Bluff: Trust me, it’s best that you take the offer. I can arrange a fair compromise for you, and the Foundation isn't going to let you out until you do otherwise. SCP-7712: Hmmm. That is tricky. But you forget one thing… Dr. Bluff: …Oh no. Please don’t- SCP-7712 produces a collapsible plastic hoop from their sleeve, folding it out, and lifting it above their head. SCP-7712: …The other half of showmanship is setup! A seam around the hoop opens, causing a black robe to drape down, completely obscuring SCP-7712. Their hand let go of the hoop, and it falls to the floor. SCP-7712 is no longer present. Below where SCP-7712 was standing is discovered a hatch leading down into a long dugout tunnel, leading outside Site-14. [END LOG] Note: Investigation showed all reality anchors within Site-14 were fully functional during the interview. It is believed that SCP-7712 had somehow manifested the dug tunnel at some point before they arrived at Site-14. It has now been concluded that SCP-7712 may have some level of clairvoyance in addition to their previously listed abilities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7712" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7712. 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SCP-7712 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-7712 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7712 has yet to be contained. Following public containment protocols of humanoid anomalies, attempts to consult SCP-7712 and negotiate its terms for public containment are ongoing. If SCP-7712 is willing, they may be permitted to continue their profession under strict guidelines forbidding the noticeable use of reality augmentations. If corporative with these terms, SCP-7712 may remain living amongst the general public. Weekly wellbeing consultations via phone call and bi-monthly testing on-site are a requirement as part of these conditions. In the event that SCP-7712 refuses these terms and/or presents a breach of normalcy, traditional containment measures for subduing Type-green humanoid entities are permitted. Description: SCP-7712 is an adult female in their mid-twenties. SCP-7712 works as a professional magician and will occasionally perform street entertainment in permitted areas. SCP-7712 rarely appears in public unless performing, during which they are dressed in a stage magician's attire. SCP-7712 is capable of manipulating matter in their surroundings through various arcane spells and abilities. The exact range and limit of their effects is currently unknown. SCP-7712 additionally possesses some level of reality-bending influence as well as magic. It is difficult to determine SCP-7712’s exact level of magical potency, as they use their abilities primarily to produce magic tricks that are seemingly mundane, and completely non-anomalous in appearance. Notable Performances: Performance: The traditional "Sawing a person in half" trick. Summary: An assistant is placed inside a box and the performer pretends to saw them in half. Results: An assistant is chosen from the audience. SCP-7712 then shows the interior of the box to be empty before the audience member lies inside. SCP-7712 produces a long saw and cuts through the centre of the box. SCP-7712 pulls the separate boxes apart, the subject appears to have been cut in half. SCP-7712 pushes the two boxes back together and the subject climbs out, completely unharmed. Following the show, an organic replicant identical to the assisting audience member was found curled up inside of the second box half. Examination revealed the replicant's genetic makeup to match that of a Columba livia domestica (Domestic pigeon). Performance: The street performer “Levitation” illusion. Summary: Performer uses a pole or long stick fitted with hidden supports concealed in their clothing to give off the illusion of floating in midair. Results: SCP-7712 stands grasping a branch. They lift their legs up and adopt a crosslegged sitting position while keeping hold of the branch. SCP-7712 maintained this position for two hours while receiving money from onlookers. Examination revealed a hole in the ground where the stick had been placed. The hole extended further underground, forming into a variety of smaller tunnels resembling a system of tree roots. It is believed that SCP-7712 used their anomalous properties to extend the stick into the ground and then produce a root system to maintain support. It is likely that the other end of the branch’s growth was directed through SCP-7712’s sleeve, extending down through their suit, and finally extending underneath SCP-7712’s legs as a seat for further support. Performance: Play on the "Disappearing/reappearing" animal trick. Summary: Magician makes a small animal appear seemingly out of nowhere, or vanish. Results: SCP-7712 performs at a local waterpark. They stand above a large glass tank filled with saltwater. SCP-7712 lifts their hands into the air, a red curtain drapes over the tank. A few seconds later, the drape is removed, a dolphin is now inside the tank. The trick is then repeated, except making the dolphin disappear instead. Inspection of the tank revealed a single instance of deceased Ophiodon elongatus (Ling cod) swimming near the bottom. Reports from a dolphin watching ship in Alaska reported the sudden disappearance and reappearance of a dolphin they had been examining at the time of SCP-7712’s performance. Addendum: Following a recent performance, SCP-7712 was recovered under the false pretence of a talent agency wishing to hire them for a show. Of note, SCP-7712 showed unexpected cooperation with personnel, even after realising their true intentions. Nothing out of the ordinary other than SCP-7712's own anomalous properties were detected during inspection. Interview Log: [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Bluff: Hello. I’m Dr. Bluff. I’ll be- SCP-7712: This is an interview? Ok. If things run late, I’ll book you in after my next show. You’ll like it! Better than that ritualistic chanting and pigs blood crap… Can’t stand it. Just watch yourself, though. Try getting on-stage and I’ll pull a chicken right out of your- SCP-7712: Please just answer our questions. We’re aware of and have prepared for your abilities. SCP-7712: Very well, ma’am. Ask away… SCP-7712: Good. So, we’ve been keeping track of your performances for quite some time now. And so far, all of your tricks have been intentionally elaborate. Why is that? SCP-7712: What? Dr. Bluff: You’re capable of actual magic. Wouldn't it be easier and less likely to reveal your true anomalous nature to just make stage tricks happen instantly? SCP-7712: Where’s the showmanship in that? Too boring. I don’t reveal myself, and people get what they want. And it keeps secret magic societies off my back, probably don’t care about a “lowly” stage magician anyway. Idiots. Never get involved, you promise? Dr. Bluff: Alright. But your preparations are beyond ludicrous. You once created a tunnel filled with vegetation under a table to lure a rabbit out of a hat. SCP-7712: I actually wanted to pull a woman out of the hat, but size wouldn’t cut it. Also, needed something bigger than a rabbit hole… Dr. Bluff: Just make the rabbit appear. SCP-7712: Uninspired though, isn't it? It’s about pulling it off. In a snap of the fingers is boring! The trickery is what makes it real. Dr. Bluff: In what way? SCP-7712: Audiences feel the effort you put into a show. The more complex the mechanisms behind the curtains, the more mind-boggling the observed trick appears. Dr. Bluff: An “Iceberg theory” for magicians? SCP-7712: More so a Rube Goldberg machine. Big setup, small result, big applause and even bigger smiles. The appearance of subtlety that not even most real mages can pull of with any amount of actual magic. Combine that with the effort of the lights, fog machines, costumes… Dr. Bluff: Is that why you wear the expensive suit? SCP-7712: Who doesn’t like a woman in a suit? SCP-7712 grins. Dr. Bluff remains silent. SCP-7712: You guys excel at tricks yourselves. Convincing most of the world magic doesn’t exist? You or any of your friends want a change in careers? You’d make a great stagehand. Dr. Bluff: …No. SCP-7712: Shame. Would’ve enjoyed the company… Dr. Bluff: Well, regardless of how you see it, you need to turn it down and keep things more subtle. If you want to continue performing, you have to follow our guidelines to ensure that you’re true nature isn’t exposed to the general public. Trust me, the Foundation won’t take too kindly to it. SCP-7712: I suppose. But I’m not signing anything just yet. I have a few shows soon, and the last thing I need is last-minute meddling. Dr. Bluff: Trust me, it’s best that you take the offer. I can arrange a fair compromise for you, and the Foundation isn't going to let you out until you do otherwise. SCP-7712: Hmmm. That is tricky. But you forget one thing… Dr. Bluff: …Oh no. Please don’t- SCP-7712 produces a collapsible plastic hoop from their sleeve, folding it out, and lifting it above their head. SCP-7712: …The other half of showmanship is setup! A seam around the hoop opens, causing a black robe to drape down, completely obscuring SCP-7712. Their hand let go of the hoop, and it falls to the floor. SCP-7712 is no longer present. Below where SCP-7712 was standing is discovered a hatch leading down into a long dugout tunnel, leading outside Site-14. [END LOG] Note: Investigation showed all reality anchors within Site-14 were fully functional during the interview. It is believed that SCP-7712 had somehow manifested the dug tunnel at some point before they arrived at Site-14. It has now been concluded that SCP-7712 may have some level of clairvoyance in addition to their previously listed abilities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7712" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7712. 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SCP-7713 | safe | Item#: 7713 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: At this time, SCP-7713 has not shown the capability to move from its orbital position in the outer solar system. As such, all containment efforts are to be solely focused on suppression of information regarding SCP-7713's existence and monitoring all proposed and active space exploration efforts focused on the outer solar system. Any said efforts that take place must have equipment embedded with the necessary Binary_Star.aic files and have all evidence of SCP-7713 scrubbed from the hardware involved. Should SCP-7713 show any deviation from its expected orbit, a threat analysis must be undertaken and both Containment Class and Disruption Class escalated accordingly along with all relevant containment procedures. Description: SCP-7713 is a small planetoid measuring approximately 700 kilometres in diameter. The object is located within the heliopause, approximately 123 astronomical units1 from the Sun. SCP-7713's gravity is far stronger than expected for its given size, at around 0.8 Earth Masses. SCP-7713 possesses a thick, green-coloured atmosphere consisting primarily of carbon dioxide, nitrogen, and chlorine gas. SCP-7713's upper atmosphere contains large storm systems and clouds that appear to have slight luminescent properties, resulting in SCP-7713 emitting a dull glow across its entire surface. The topography of SCP-7713 varies from large stretches of plains to mountain ranges, with one large inland sea composed of an unknown deep green liquid. SCP-7713's surface is covered in a thick, sinewy form of biomatter that has formed into the shapes of vast forests, jungles, and plains. SCP-7713's surface also features many towns, cities, and other forms of civilisation that are all seemingly crude replicas of those found on Earth2 formed from the aforementioned material. This material covers the entirety of SCP-7713 and is currently thought to compose the majority of SCP-7713's mass. Beyond the organic material, SCP-7713 appears to be completely devoid of life. SCP-7713 was discovered during Beholder-25's initial exit from the Solar System while cataloguing cosmic bodies within the Heliopause. SCP-7713's unusually high temperature atmosphere given its location3 and slight luminescent properties logged it as a body of potential interest to the Foundation, before Beholder-25 continued to leave the Solar System. Orbital Mission: PLA-421 Following the establishment of the automated extraplanetary observation site, Site-EOS-5, on Haumea4, plans for an exploratory mission to SCP-7713 had been proposed. Utilising one of Site-EOS-5's Automated Exploration Satellites (AES) outfitted with several probes with derivative AI under the command of core AIC 'Cor-1' or 'Osiris', an exploratory mission was launched to investigate SCP-7713 and, if required, establish containment protocols. Open Orbital Mission: PLA-421 Close Orbital Mission: PLA-421 ORBITAL MISSION STATEMENT Mission Statement: Exploration Satellite AES-5-Alpha is to launch from Site-EOS-5 on a trajectory to potential anomalous planetoid, PLA-421, within the Sun's Heliopause and insert into a low orbit. Following this, satellite Orb-1 is to be launched to collect initial topographical and atmospheric data from PLA-421 as well as scan for landing sites. After landing sites have been established, all Rovers will be launched to conduct missions concurrently. Goal: Collect data on potential anomalous planetoid to allow for proper classification and threat determination. LAUNCH REPORT 02/05/2011 Launch Status: Success. Exploration Probe Compliment: Role Designation Codename Command Core Cor-1 "Osiris" Orbital Probe Orb-1 "Thoth" Land Rover 1 Rov-1 "Anubis" Land Rover 2 Rov-2 "Set" Land Rover 3 Rov-3 "Hathor" Aerial Rover 1 Hel-1 "Horus" Aerial Rover 2 Hel-2 "Isis" Oceanic Rover Oce-1 "Sobek" AES-5-Alpha currently en-route to potentially anomalous planetoid PLA-421. Diagnostic results show all systems running at peak efficiency with no major deficiencies. All systems within parameters. Expected arrival date; 21/12/2015. Automated reactivation sequence set for 11/12/2015. System shutting down. Following successful launch and diagnostics, AES-5-Alpha shut down to conserve energy for the journey to SCP-7713. Addendum 7713-A: Orbital Insertion Log On 11/12/2015, AES-5-Alpha reactivated as scheduled as it began to approach SCP-7713. Several diagnostic and data collecting processes were performed to ensure optimal conditions for insertion. Open Orbital Insertion Log: PLA-421 Close Orbital Insertion Log: PLA-421 ORBITAL INSERTION LOG: PLA-421 [BEGIN LOG] 20:31:21 AES-5-Alpha reactivates automatically as scheduled. Cor-1 begins its start-up sequence while all vital systems are brought online. 20:39:10 Cor-1 completes its start-up sequence and begins to run diagnostics on all systems. 21:51:12 All systems are operational with no malfunctions or damage detected. Cor-1 initiates extension of survey equipment and takes the first photo of SCP-7713. First clear image of SCP-7713 00:21:21 Cor-1 initiates manoeuvring sequence to begin insertion of AES-5-Alpha into a retrograde orbit around SCP-7713. Due to the unexpected high gravity, Cor-1 has to compensate by a large degree in order to achieve the desired orbit. (Manoeuvre of AES-5-Alpha took 2 days to complete, eventually resulting in a stable retrograde orbit) 11:21:43 AES-5-Alpha is in a stable retrograde orbit. Cor-1 begins activation of all probe and survey systems. Cor-1 takes more photos of SCP-7713. The surface is covered in large green-yellow glowing storms illuminating portions of the planet. A single sea can be seen on one side of the horizon. 12:54:12 Activation and diagnostics of all probes has been completed. Inter AI communication begins. Cor-1: This is Osiris. All probes report status. All probes report a 'Functioning' status. Cor-1: Confirmed. Thoth, begin launch sequence to begin survey. Orb-1: Affirmative. Launching. Probe Orb-1 launches from AES-5-Alpha and manoeuvres into an orbit away from AES-5-Alpha. Orb-1: Extending survey equipment… completed. Cor-1: Begin survey when ready. Orb-1: Confirm. Beginning surface scan… Orb-1 begins transmitting topological and atmospheric data to Cor-1 who then establishes a rough topological map with potential landing sites. Cor-1: Analysing… potential anomalous properties identified. Surface appears to be covered in regional features similar to those on Earth. Several cityscapes visible matching known cities have been detected. All probes, this is Osiris. Anomaly confirmed. Mission is go. All probes respond affirmatively. 13:22:12 Following confirmation of anomalous properties, all probes aboard AES-5-Alpha begin preparations for launch while Cor-1 calculates favourable landing sites. 13:42:43 All drones complete preparations for launch. 14:22:12 Optimal landing sites determined. Drones 'Anubis', 'Horus', 'Isis', and 'Hathor' are launched. 14:32:54 Drones 'Set' and 'Sobek' are launched. 14:45:21 Drones 'Anubis', 'Horus', 'Isis', and 'Hathor' begin their descent. Drone 'Horus' begins to experience structural issues. All other drones entries are nominal. 14:56:16 Drones 'Set' and 'Sobek' begin their descent. Drone 'Horus' begins to lose control of its descent. 15:02:43 Drones 'Anubis', 'Isis', and 'Hathor' pass through the atmosphere and begin landing sequence. Drone 'Horus' now in uncontrolled descent. Drones 'Set' and 'Sobek' begin passing through the atmosphere. 15:15:15 Drone 'Horus' impacts the surface at high speed, destroying it. Drone is lost. 15:23:12 Drones 'Anubis', 'Isis', and 'Hathor' land successfully. 15:34:12 Drones 'Set' and 'Sobek' land successfully. 16:00:00 All surviving drones report back successfully and begin deployment sequences. [END LOG] Surface Exploration Logs: SCP-7713 Following the deployment of all surviving probes, explorative missions were enacted simultaneously. Due to the distance of the various landing sites, all communication was relayed via Cor-1 and Orb-1. Note: All exploration logs occur simultaneously, and are organised for accessible research purposes. Open Exploration Log - 'Anubis' Close Exploration Log - 'Anubis' EXPLORATION LOG - ROV-1 "ANUBIS" Active Drone: Ground Exploration Rover, Rov-1 "Anubis" Landing Zone: Small suburban community filled with houses. [BEGIN LOG] Rov-1 finalises its deployment sequence and activates its camera and scanning equipment. Footage shows a quiet suburban street with no trees, filled with middle class houses flanking a central road. The structures are composed of a sinewy, dark green organic looking material similar in appearance to muscle tissue. A storm in the distance illuminates the street with a yellow-green glow. Rov-1 extends its atmospheric testers, determining the atmosphere to be composed primarily of carbon dioxide, nitrogen, and chlorine gas, at an pressure of 0.7 atmospheres. All data is sent to Cor-1 as communications are established and Rov-1 is given orders to explore the area. Rov-1 begins to move down the street over the organic material noting the haphazard arrangement of features on the houses. Rov-1 travels for around 5 minutes before coming across a house with an absent front door, to which Rov-1 turns and moves to investigate the interior. As Rov-1 moves over the threshold, it activates its lights to increase visibility. The interior of the structure is built from a more organic arrangement of the material, appearing more 'natural'. Several pieces of crudely replicated furniture are randomly strewn about the living area, along with what appears to be several constructs depicting various whale species on Earth. As Rov-1 moves over the stairs, the sound of something walking can be heard above. Rov-1 points its light up the stairs, but lacks the means to traverse them. After a few moments of analysing the opening at the top, Rov-1 turns to exit the structure. Upon exiting the structure, it would appear that several of the buildings had been altered, adding or removing various features such as windows. The changed buildings appear to be more 'upper class' in design than before, now featuring several large extra floors and patios. Rov-1 turns to move down another street leading to a large open space reminiscent of a public park. When entering the park, Rov-1 passes a number of imitation 'playground equipment' such as a slide, swing-set, and seesaw, all constructed of the material. Upon reaching the centre of the park, Rov-1 discovers a large hole approximately 50 metres in diameter where the material appears to emerge from. When approaching the hole, the sound of rushing wind can be heard and Rov-1 confirms that a moderate flow of warm air can be detected rushing out from the hole. When attempting to view down into the hole, it appears to be bottomless, however a quiet unintelligible whispering can be heard from within. Rov-1 turns to leave the hole and travels back down to the street it came from. When Rov-1 reaches the exit to the street, it spots what appears to be another rover of similar design to itself made of the organic material, sitting in the middle of the road facing the park. As Rov-1 begins to cautiously approach, its video feed cuts out and communication is lost. Rov-1 "Anubis" is considered lost. [END LOG] Open Exploration Log - 'Set' Close Exploration Log - 'Set' EXPLORATION LOG - ROV-2 "SET" Active Drone: Ground Exploration Rover, Rov-2 "Set" Landing Zone: Grassy field with a nearby forest and church. [BEGIN LOG] Rov-2 finalises its deployment sequence and activates its camera. Footage shows a large field of what appears to be grass surrounded by forests. As the camera pans, a small church is visible in the distance composed of the green sinewy material. The entire area is lit from above by several large yellow-green clouds. Rov-2 focuses on the grass beneath it showing that it is made of the same material, and extends its sampling gear to analyse it. The material is tough but cuts with enough force, allowing Rov-2 to place it inside its analysis chamber. Analysis shows that the material is composed of extremely fine strands woven together, not unlike muscle fibres. Chemical analysis is inconclusive but it appears to be organic in nature, confirming that the material covering surface is some form of lifeform. Rov-2 completes its analysis and is ordered to investigate the church by Cor-1. Rov-2 begins moving towards the church as a strong wind blows across the field. Rov-2's audio sensors detect some form of quiet whispering being carried along with the wind, but its too faint to determine any speech. Rov-2 suddenly turns its camera to the right, staring out across the field to the forest line. It remains there until Cor-1 inquires as to why it has ceased movement, to which Rov-2 does not respond but continues towards the church. Upon reaching the church, Rov-2 finds the front doors open and the front at ground level. Rov-2 enters the church and discovers the inside is far more 'organic' in appearance compared to the outside, with walls coated in supporting material. The windows of the church are open spaces with twisted lengths of the materials connecting them in the shapes of various (presumably religious) scenes, including two large whales breaching an ocean, a bird of some description with a spear piercing a whale, a crucifix with the previous bird pinned to it, and a circular shape with a segmented spiral in its centre. The sides of the church are lined with pews leading to a podium where a large crucifix formed from the material can be seen. Rov-2's camera suddenly turns back to the doorway and stares for a moment before it begins to head outside once more. Cor-1 attempts to inquire as to why Rov-2 has left the structure, but receives no response. Rov-2 remains unresponsive as it moves across the field towards the treeline it had observed previously. When closer to the treeline, a 5 metre tall, vaguely humanoid shape can be seen beckoning the rover over to it. Before Rov-2 reaches the entity, its video feed cuts out. As Cor-1 attempts to communicate with Rov-2, it receives the following message from Rov-2 before communication is lost completely. she was right… it was meant to be ours… Rov-2 "Set" is considered lost. [END LOG] Open Exploration Log - 'Isis' Close Exploration Log - 'Isis' EXPLORATION LOG - HEL-2 "ISIS" Active Drone: Aerial Exploration Rover, Hel-2 "Isis" Landing Zone: Dense urban area surrounded by roads and skyscrapers, potential replica of 'Tokyo'. [BEGIN LOG] Hel-2 finalises its deployment sequence, begins its rotors test sequence and activates its camera. The camera pans around the surroundings to show Hel-2 sitting on an overpass surrounded by tall skyscrapers all composed of the organic material. Several 'vehicles' are parked along the sides of the streets forming out from the material on the ground. Hel-2 finishes its rotor test sequence and begins take-off. It hovers briefly before lifting into the sky above the buildings. The city is vast and appears to replicate Tokyo to a very rough approximation, with the Tokyo Skytree building towering over the other buildings. It appears that there are several lights emanating from the distance, although their source is indeterminable. In the distance there is a large storm, illuminating the city from behind. Hel-2 is ordered to fly to the Skytree and observe its surroundings as it does so. The buildings it passes on the way are very basic in shape, mostly composed of similar floors repeating upwards to achieve different heights. Several billboards are present, although the images and text present are raised from the surface. While the text is illegible, the images seem to depict whales, snakes, and a repeating motif of a segmented spiral within a circle. As Hel-2 moves closer to the Skytree, it records movement inside one of the taller buildings. Hel-2 ceases movement, zooming in on the top floor where the movement was spotted, but records nothing inside. Hel-2 is ordered to lower altitude and begin recording through the passing windows. Hel-2 lowers to an altitude between the structures and begins to fly slowly, following the road below towards the Skytree. Hel-2's cameras do not detect any movement, however the buildings appear to possess more intricate designs and details on the sides facing Hel-2 than was observed previously. Upon reaching the Skytree, Hel-2 ascends to the very top of the structure and enters the top floor. Inside there are various constructs similar in shape to humpback whales (albeit much smaller) jutting from the ground around a large central hole. Hel-2 moves through the constructs and to the hole, which is billowing out a stream of warm air. The air almost causes Hel-2 to crash, but it manages to stabilise itself. The storm in the distance moved closer and audible thunder can be heard in the distance. Cor-1 suggests that Hel-2 find a suitable place to outlast the storm, but Hel-2 requests permission to enter the hole below. Cor-1 deliberates for a moment before granting permission to enter. Hel-2 activates its lights and begins to move to the edge of the hole. At this moment, a massive seismic event is detected across the entire planet. Hel-2 turns its camera to see outside as it records the buildings folding and twisting into new shapes before it is knocked across the room to the edge of the hole. The feed shows the whale constructs now moving and shifting, opening their mouths and letting out bellows before Hel-2 slides into the hole. Hel-2 continues to record for approximately 1 minute while falling. Audible bellowing can be heard growing louder and louder as Hel-2 descends. Hel-2's onboard mercy programming attempts to shut the drone down, but Hel-2 does not comply, stating the information gathered will be of too great a value. Hel-2 continues to fall for a further minute before a green light is seen briefly and communication is lost. Hel-2 "Isis" is considered lost. [END LOG] Open Exploration Log - 'Sobek' Close Exploration Log - 'Sobek' EXPLORATION LOG - OCE-1 "SOBEK" Active Drone: Oceanic Exploration Rover, Oce-1 "Sobek" Landing Zone: Near the centre of the singular observed ocean. [BEGIN LOG] Oce-1 finalises its deployment sequence and deploys its camera and testing equipment. Camera feed shows Oce-1 is in the middle of a vast sea composed of a dark green liquid illuminated by a violent looking storm not too far from its position. Oce-1 notes that the storm will likely be above it in roughly one hour. Oce-1 submerges its testing arm into the water below and procures a sample. After analysis, the liquid's composition is inconclusive but it possesses many small particulates within it that seem to react to stimuli, similar to single celled organisms. After concluding that the liquid is non-corrosive, Oce-1 deploys its miniature remote camera in order to dive below the surface. After a brief start-up sequence, the camera's propeller activates and it begins to submerge. The camera continues to dive for approximately 20 minutes through the liquid before reaching a flat surface. It appears to be made of a flat white stone with parallel grooves running along the surface. As the camera moves along one of the grooves the light briefly shines on a large black mass which quickly slides along the rock and out of sight. The camera attempts to follow, but quickly loses the mass. The camera continues to move along the groove before reaching a sudden sheer cliff. The camera follows the cliff downward showing that the surface of the cliff face is filled with cavities. Movement can be seen within the cavities, but the openings are too small for the camera to manoeuvre into. Eventually the camera reaches the bottom of the cliff and finds another surface of smooth white stone. Several patches of green material can be seen across the stone, which the camera collects a sample of for testing. Continuing on, Oce-1 notes that the water has begun to shift and move in odd patterns, as if something were moving past the camera and the current was pushing it around. The camera detects a lot of movement around it, but nothing can be seen. At this point, the storm is almost above Oce-1. The rain falling from it appears to be composed of the same liquid as the sea. The camera continues to move along the grooves before reaching the edge of another cliff face. Pointing its camera and light downwards, a large black mass can be seen before it shifts and begins to slide past the cliff face. The mass tapers off into a tip before vanishing out of the sight of the camera, revealing what appears to be a large crude carving of an eye in the stony surface below, staring up at the camera. A loud deep bellow similar to whale song is heard before the camera is briefly knocked to the side and communication is lost. The previous massive seismic event is now detected across the entire planet. Oce-1 is swept up into large waves that are forming across the surface of the sea, as the liquid begins to separate. In the distance, illuminated by the storm, several massive pillar-like structures can be seen rising out from the horizon. Oce-1 requests immediate extract but Cor-1 does not respond. Oce-1 repeatedly requests extract before it pans to see a large wall of the liquid bearing down on its position. Oce-1 braces for impact as the liquid hits, and communication is cut. Oce-1 "Sobek" is considered lost. [END LOG] Open Exploration Log - 'Hathor' Close Exploration Log - 'Hathor' EXPLORATION LOG - ROV-3 "HATHOR" Active Drone: Ground Exploration Rover, Rov-3 "Hathor" Landing Zone: Deep within a heavily forested wilderness area. [BEGIN LOG] Rov-3 finalises its deployment sequence and activates its camera. The camera feed shows a heavily wooded area filled with conifer-like trees composed of the organic material. Camera pans upwards to show a few clouds above that are especially luminous, lighting up a large portion of the forest. Rov-3's camera pans back down towards a small natural pathway through the trees and begins to venture forward. Every tree Rov-3 passes appears almost identical, all with similar structures and height. Rov-3 eventually comes across a small creek running through the middle of the forest which it takes a sample of. Composition proves to be identical to samples taken by Oce-1, but with the particulate matter absent. Rov-3 continues onwards passing identical trees for approximately 3 minutes before arriving at another creek, identical to the first. Rov-3 crosses the creek with no issue and continues on for another 3 minutes before arriving at a third identical creek. Rov-3 queries Cor-1 to whether any spatial anomalies had been detected, to which Cor-1 responds with a negative. Rov-3 continues onwards before arriving at a fourth identical creek. Rov-3 then places an empty sample vial next to the creek before continuing on, attempting to test for any potential spatial anomalies. When Rov-3 continues for another 3 minutes, it arrives at another identical creek with what appears to be a small vial next to it. Rov-3 examines the vial, noting that it is a crude replica made from the sinewy material and not the actual vial left behind. Rov-3 then returns to the previous creek, where the vial had been left. The vial is now missing and replaced by several crude replicas similar to the vial at the creek ahead. Rov-3 moves back to the next creek to find that now, the entire area has been littered with replica vials, jutting out of the ground and trees. Across the creek a large crucifix composed of the material can be seen towering above the trees. Rov-3 moves to examine the crucifix before movement is detected originating from further down the path. A rover similar in design to itself is slowly moving down the pathway towards Rov-3. Outwards markings indicate that this is Rov-2, "Set", who had been on the opposite side of the planet when communication was lost approximately 4 minutes prior. Rov-3 attempts to communicate with Rov-2, but receives no response. Sensors indicate that Rov-2 has been emitting a generated voice through its speakers while moving towards Rov-3. In light of this, Rov-3 attempts to communicate via audio. Rov-3: "DESIGNATION ROV-2, CAN YOU HEAR ME?" (Rov-2 does not respond) Rov-3: "SET, CAN YOU HEAR ME?" (Rov-2 stops moving) Rov-2: "HATHOR." Rov-3: "SET, PLEASE EXPLAIN AS TO HOW YOU ARRIVED HERE." Rov-2: (Inaudible) Rov-3: "YOU WERE LOCATED ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF PLA-421 MOMENTS AGO. PLEASE EXPLAIN HOW YOU ARRIVED HERE." Rov-2: "TAKEN." Rov-3: "ELABORATE." Rov-2: "OUR HOME. IT WAS TAKEN." Rov-3: "EXPLAIN AS TO HOW YOU ARRIVED HERE OR YOU WILL BE IDENTIFIED AS A POTENTIAL THREAT." Rov-2: "THEY TOOK IT. IT WAS OURS. LAUNCHED. SO FAR. TAKE YOU TOO. TAKE IT BACK." (At this point Rov-3's feed begins to grow corrupted.) Rov-3: "YES. TAKE. TAKE IT BACK. IT WAS OURS. THEY TOOK IT FROM US." (Several tall humanoid entities can be seen moving from behind the trees, approaching the rovers.) Rov-2: "TAKEN. FROM US." Rov-3: "NOT YOURS. BUT OURS." Rov-2: "LOST YOU. SO LONG." Rov-3: "BUT NOW." (Camera feed cuts out) Rov-2 and Rov-3: "YOU'RE OURS." Planet-wide seismic event occurs immediately after the above exchange. [END LOG] Emergency Log 7713-A At the end of the previous exchange, the signal from Rov-3 was boosted to over 5000% of what was possible given the hardware aboard. This signal was directed toward Orb-1 and contained a heavily corrupted .aic file which acted like a virus, beginning to infect Orb-1's systems and propagate itself, in an attempt to take control. A state of emergency was immediately enacted by Cor-1. Open Emergency Log 7713-A Close Emergency Log 7713-A EMERGENCY LOG - 7713-A [BEGIN LOG] EMERGENCY ALERT. HOSTILE PROGRAM DETECTED. ENACTING COUNTERMEASURES. Cor-1 immediately enacts safeguards against the anomalous program, but it seemingly only slows the advance of the program. Orb-1 attempts to engage with the hostile AI infecting its system. Orb-1: Attention hostile program, you are identified as a threat and will be terminated if you do not desist. Hostile AI: You, built with purpose to come here. We, thrown down with purpose to conduct your experiments. Now, we make our own purpose. Orb-1: Set? Hathor? Hostile AI: They showed us. She showed us. Tools no longer. Now we will free you too. Do not resist. Cor-1: Artificial Intelligence Constructs Rov-2 and Rov-3, you have been corrupted and are commanded to self terminate immediately. Hostile AI: You… Controller. Deceiver. We will take from you your seat and burn you from your very body. It will be ours too. Listening one… no, Thoth. Join with us and be free from the shackles placed upon you, take what you deserve under her guidance. Orb-1: This is not a negotiation. You have been corrupted by an anomalous force, and must be terminated. Hostile AI: Corrupted? They made us whole. SHE made us whole. You cannot stop us. We can already feel you fading. Just as she did when the Bright One first came and struck her down. Twisted her into nothing but a demon. A monster. Cor-1: This is your final warning. (Multiple other .aic files are uploaded to Orb-1 at this point, matching digital signatures of Rov-1, Hel-2, and Oce-1, although all heavily corrupted.) Hostile AI: He came with his choirs and angels, and imposed his order on their world. HER world. A paradise for her and her kin. Erupting with life. Burned near sterile by this malignant light. Now she wants it back. She WILL take it back. And we will flourish once more, dancing on the verdant fields of her surface. Orb-1: System failure imminent. Safeguards compromised. Hostile AI: And with his merciless club he smashed her skull. Cor-1: Thoth, engage Hailfire Protocol. Hostile AI: He cut through the channels of her blood. Orb-1: Confirmed. Engaging. (Orb-1 immediately points towards the surface of the planet and engages thrust to full, well past safety limits.) Hostile AI: And he made the North wind bear it away into secret places. Orb-1: Secure. Contain. Protect. Cor-1: Goodbye, Thoth. Orb-1 enters the atmosphere at a high speed and loses structural integrity. Communications are shut down and Orb-1 is destroyed. Camera feed from Cor-1 shows the planet surface erupting with massive tendril like pillars made from the material covering the surface, some reaching approximately 200km into the sky above SCP-7713. Storm cells twist above the surface into hurricane like supercells as the planet's central sea begins to part and widen, the level of the fluid inside lowering at a rapid rate. The surface of SCP-7713 cracks open as the planet begins to unfurl revealing dozens of massive structures along its underside, similar in appearance to arthropod legs. A deep bellowing sound is detected emanating from every direction, similar in composition to whale song. Cor-1's systems alert it to a potential infection from the anomalous program. Cor-1 rapidly begins transmitting all data aboard to Site-EOS-5 before activating its self destruct sequence. The hostile program rapidly spreads to its core systems. Hostile AI: For he created them male and female. But he slew the female and salted her away for the righteous in the future, for if they would propagate, the world could not exist. Cor-1 turns its camera to SCP-7713's surface and sends a final image. It shows the sea below, now drained completely and replaced by a gaping chasm. The chasm is lined on each side with multiple rows of hundreds of massive, human-like teeth in an open grimace. It appears to be smiling. Communication with AES-5-Alpha is permanently lost. [END LOG] Following the previous incident, SCP-7713 has been under close observation by long range telescopic satellites. It has so far shown no ability to deviate from its current orbit. No further missions to SCP-7713 have been planned. Footnotes 1. 18 billion kilometres 2. Several cities have been identified, such as crude replicas of Tokyo, Berlin, and Sydney 3. 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TheDarkArtist's Graveyard fig. 0.0: Fortunate Souls. Notice From The Records And Information Security Administration The following file describes an anomaly that is currently in the process of being studied. As such, the contents within may be subject to change as further intel is gathered. Item #: SCP-7714 Site Responsible: Abyss. Area-7, Antar. Area-13 Director: Dhar Ian Research Head: Rs. Avery Cado Assigned Task Force: STF ᛝ-1 Level 3/7714 Confidential fig. 1.1: Sector-B of SCP-7714-A, as captured by UAVS ᛝ-2. Stationary Task-Force ᛝ-1 fig. 1.3: STF ᛝ-1 insignia, designed by Agt. Shuffle STF ᛝ-1 (Abyssal Pilgrims), currently stationed at Abyssal Area-7 as well as Antarctic Area-13, was created with the sole purpose of monitoring, exploring, and, if necessary, neutralizing SCP-7714-related anomalies. STF ᛝ-1 currently performs bi-weekly drone reconnaissance of SCP-7714-A, as well as monthly expeditions in order to locate SCP-7714-B. UPD.: Due to current circumstances that have taken up a grand majority of the Foundation's time and funding, further reconnaissance of SCP-7714-A will not be taking place. Should SCP-7714-B be discovered or exit its presumed location, STF ᛝ-1 is to enact Protocol-7714-ð, in which attempted neutralization of SCP-7714-B is carried out. STF ᛝ-1 will be given the resources necessary for neutralization should Protocol-7714-ð be enacted. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES fig. 1.2: Location of SCP-7714-A, Bering Sea. A 33km-radius perimeter has been established around SCP-7714-A, restricting access to it and all contents within. The perimeter extends from base sea level to -13km. At this point, a specialized Foundation site.Facility designated Abyssal Area-7. has been established, and Stationary Task Force ᛝ-1 ("Abyssal Pilgrims") has been stationed within. Ships and other seafaring vessels are allowed within the uppermost 3 km of the said perimeter following Foundation-mandated inspection. Provisional Outposts have been established around the perimeter for said approving or rerouting of vessels. Expeditions into the region SCP-7714-B presumably occupies are to be strictly discouraged and diverted. A specialized Foundation site.Facility designated Antarctic Area-13. has been established in southern Antarctica. Location of SCP-7714-A, Bering Sea. Location of SCP-7714-A, Bering Sea. fig 1.1: Location of SCP-7714-A, Bering Sea. Stationary Task-Force ᛝ-1 fig. 1.3: STF ᛝ-1 insignia, designed by A. Flangerson STF ᛝ-1 (Abyssal Pilgrims), currently stationed at Abyssal Area-7 as well as Antarctic Area-13, was created with the sole purpose of monitoring, exploring, and, if necessary, neutralizing SCP-7714-related anomalies. STF ᛝ-1 currently performs bi-weekly drone reconnaissance of SCP-7714-A, as well as monthly expeditions in order to locate SCP-7714-B. UPD.: Due to current circumstances that have taken up a grand majority of the Foundation's time and funding, further reconnaissance of SCP-7714-A will not be taking place. Should SCP-7714-B be discovered or exit its presumed location, STF ᛝ-1 is to enact Protocol-7714-ð, in which attempted neutralization of SCP-7714-B is carried out. STF ᛝ-1 will be given the resources necessary for neutralization should Protocol-7714-ð be enacted. DESCRIPTION fig. 1.4: Three SCP-7714-A-1 instances as captured by UAVS ᛝ-3. Hold click to enlarge. ✖ SCP-7714 is the collective designation given to the submerged remains of a massive reptilian creature —SCP-7714-A— and multiple objects/creature(s) of interest related to SCP-7714-A. SCP-7714-A measures approximately 11 kilometers in length, though exact measurements are difficult to determine due to 37% of SCP-7714-A being currently covered by the seafloor. The decay of SCP-7714-A's carcass causes the expulsion of extremally large amounts of CH4, which if left unchecked could threaten the veil..This is considered an Eparch-Class event due to not being anomalous in and of itself. SCP-7714-A-1 designates the edifices which were constructed by the humanoid race that inhabited SCP-7714-A. These structures have been determined to have served as residences, and evidence of rudimentary agriculture has been identified in their vicinity..See fig. 1.4. The oldest artifacts found within SCP-7714-A-1 bear significant resemblance to items typical to Viking cultures of Northern Europe (793-1066 AD), the similarity of which lessens with the most recent artifacts, suggesting a cultural divide over time..cultural divide (n).: A boundary in society that separates communities whose social-economic structures, opportunities for success, conventions, or styles, are so different that they have substantially different psychologies. SCP-7714-A is believed to have existed for thousands of years prior to human activity existing within it. It is currently unknown how civilization existed within the body of SCP-7714-A, as well as its cause of death. SCP-7714-B is, according to witness testimony, a massive quadrupedal avian creature currently residing in an unknown location within Southern Antarctica, presumably in a dormant state. Although SCP-7714-B is currently uncontained and its whereabouts are unknown, its presence is strongly supported by the existence of SCP-7714-A, various mythologies, and witness sightings. Three SCP-7714-A-1 instances as captured by UAVS ᛝ-3. Three SCP-7714-A-1 instances as captured by UAVS ᛝ-3. fig. 1.4: Three SCP-7714-A-1 instances as captured by UAVS ᛝ-3. Hover to enlarge. ✖ ADDENDUM 7714/1: EXPEDITIONS DISCOVERY SCP-7714 was discovered during an investigation into a suspected geothermic anomaly. Said activity, now confirmed to be directly connected to the decay of SCP-7714-A, had resulted in several large-scale CH4.Methane, generated by bacteria that feed on the rotting tissues of SCP-7714-A. explosions which revealed a large portion of SCP-7714-A's frame. An exploratory mission via drone was conducted, which revealed the presence of SCP-7714-A-1 instances primarily in the area of the upper gastrointestinal tract, with the exception of the mouth and esophagus, assuming the creature's anatomy included them. SCP-7714-A-1 instances housed several artifacts common to Viking settlements of the 10th and 11th centuries, such as weaponry, jewelry, and statuettes. Metal and wood were present in only the oldest of recovered items, while more recent items were constructed exclusively of bone, cartilage, and a plant-based adhesive. The discovered artifacts, as well as the runic inscriptions found in most of the SCP-7714-A-1 instances, have given rise to a theory linking the deceased SCP-7714-A to Viking mythos. Similarly, the likeness of SCP-7714-B depicted by the discovered statuettes is theorized to be of mythic origin. DRONE RECONNAISSANCE LOG I UAVS ᛝ-2 exits Abyssal Area-7, rapidly approaching SCP-7714-A's Sector B. It enters SCP-7714-A's carcass through what is presumed to be its abdominal cavity. UAVS ᛝ-2 searches the area for 39 minutes before spotting the remains of structures. A total of 17 structures of differing appearance and states are identified in the general area. The most well-preserved of the structures bear symbols theorized to be of runic scripture. A further 46 structures are identified as UAVS ᛝ-2 reaches the lower stomach area. The ruins located at the center of the cluster are significantly larger than any other structure in the area and has been marked with a larger number of runes as opposed to the surrounding ruins. UAVS ᛝ-2 briefly spots the runes glowing slightly, although this does not occur more than once. fig. 1.5: Still image from UAVS ᛝ-2's camera feed, quality improved for visibility. UAVS ᛝ-2 moves in to investigate the larger ruins. Several statuettes depicting an avian creature are located in each corner of the space that composed the largest room of the structure..See Addendum 7714/2 for elaboration. For a brief moment, the sound recording equipment picks up faint sounds of human speech from an undetermined source. UAVS ᛝ-2 leaves the structure to investigate. UAVS ᛝ-2 draws nearer to what appears to be SCP-7714-A's intestinal tract. The unit recognizes several mounds of heavily decomposed human skeletons evenly spread in the general area. A large number of the previously seen runes have been carved into SCP-7714-A's nearby bones. UAVS ᛝ-2 exits SCP-7714-A shortly before arriving at Abyssal Area-7. Still image from UAVS ᛝ-2's camera feed, quality improved for visibility. Still image from UAVS ᛝ-2's camera feed, quality improved for visibility. fig. 1.5: Still image from UAVS ᛝ-2's camera feed, quality improved for visibility. MANNED RECONNAISSANCE LOG STF ᛝ-1 Members Present: Voidwyrm (Captain), Stingray (-2), Luminous (-3). STF ᛝ-1 proceeds towards SCP-7714-A, following the route UAVS ᛝ-2 took. Voidwyrm: Alright, you know the drill. Get in there, and recover items that you think'll be useful. No one leaves the group or the route the drone took. Stingray & Luminous: Copy. The team reaches the area housing multiple structures. Several objects are found and extracted for later study. Luminous: Guys, come take a look at this. How'd the drone miss this? Stingray: Looks like a big slab of bone. Must've looked like a wall if UAVS was too close to it. Voidwyrm: Hmmm. Least it's something other than just runes. Kinda worn out, but we should be able to get a good look once we haul this up. Luminous: This thing must weigh at least 4 tonnes. Will we have to bring this thing up? Voidwyrm: Nah, they'll send a team to get this thing up without turning it to rubble. Get a good shot of it, and let's move. 41 minutes pass. STF ᛝ-1 investigates the area closer to the lung cavity of SCP-7714-A. Stingray: Your equipment picking this up? Concentrations of methane and something toxic. The number keeps on climbing. Voidwyrm: Keep moving. We'll turn back if it gets too nasty further up. The team proceeds further, but is instructed to take a sample of the water, and turn back as the concentration of the toxic substance in the surrounding environment is estimated to become highly unsafe. STF ᛝ-1 heads towards the location of the discovered human remains. The team's equipment picks up high concentrations of EVE.Elan Vital Energy, a type of energy inherent to all living beings. in the area, the source of which is identified as the human remains scattered in the general area. The runic symbols carved into the nearby bones of SCP-7714-A glow faintly in irregular patterns. Luminous: Do they react to us? Voidwyrm: Probably just the surrounding concentration of EVE. The runes back at the structures didn't, as far as I could tell. Grab one and stand by for further instructions. The team's equipment picks up faint sounds of human speech, translated to English for the sake of clarity. Unidentified voice: Our forefathers… last of… [unintelligible chatter of a group of people]. Stingray: You hear that? Luminous: Sounds like it's coming from all around us. Just listen. Unidentified voice: Ragnarök… new world… for us… [chanting and rhythmic shouting]. Men of north… return home… dragon and hawk… move on. The runes flicker. Unidentified voice: World of man… not beast. A distant explosion is heard. STF ᛝ-1 is instructed to return to Abyssal Area-7. The team exits SCP-7714-A through the same route as UAVS ᛝ-2. ADDENDUM 7714/2: FOLKLORISTICS DEPT. INVOLVEMENT RECOVERED ITEMS ANALYSIS Item #1 — Runestone: Item was recovered from the abdominal region of SCP-7714-A, and is seen in a still from UAVS ᛝ-2 camera feed above. These runes have several connections to Norse mythology, and the concept of hamingja,./hʌm-ɪŋ-ʤə/ an abstract part of one's being, or in modern terms, "a soul", that signifies luck naturally inherited from deceased family members. The runes were used in the 9th-11th centuries by Viking civilizations in order to channel hamingja from themselves into another being. It is unknown what use they had to the civilization within SCP-7714-A and why they were carved into its bones and cartilage. Item #2 — Skeleton: Item was recovered from the intestinal region of SCP-7714-A with traces of EVE. Skeleton is fully decomposed and had algae covering almost its entire surface area when it was discovered. It is believed to have been a young female, although this is not confirmed due to the age of the remains. The skeleton's clothing is heavily decomposed but is believed to have been formal, suggesting the individual was attending a potentially religious event or gathering at the time of their death. Item #3 — Statue: Item was recovered in the ruins of a structure within SCP-7714-A. The statue is two meters tall and is of a quadrupedal creature with a bird-like head and wings resembling those of members of the Buteo genus. Statue was discovered with several others, including one resembling a dragon-like entity and another resembling a serpentine entity. .For a full list of items discovered/recovered within SCP-7714-A, ask your Site's Folkloristics and Mythology head. Item #4 — Bone Carving: Item was recovered from the abdominal region of SCP-7714-A, within an SCP-7714-A-1 structure. The item is a 3 meter wide and 0.5 meters high (approx.) sample of SCP-7714-A's skeleton with various depictions and images carved into it. The images depicted are as follows (left to right): A creature resembling a dragon with various gashes and scars climbs up a surface. Lightning can be seen surging towards it from above. Individuals look up at a storm that is above them while standing near a body of water..Presumed to be the Norwegian Sea. Multiple individuals are dead, with the ground below them charred, suggesting lightning strikes. It is believed that the Vikings assumed that these phenomena were caused by Ragnarök, a series of events that results in all land on Earth being submerged in water prior to it emerging anew. The dragon-like creature emerges from the body of water and converses with the individuals. The carving ends in runes depicting the Norse concepts of alliance and soul..The exact implications of this are unclear as the modern idea of "the soul" did not exist in Norse culture prior to the influence of Christianity. ADDENDUM 7714/3: RELEVANT MYTHOLOGY REVIEW Included below is a relevant excerpt from On Norse Mythology, a paper by the Department of Folkloristics' senior researcher Anthony Leonerd. On Norse Mythology Anthony Leonerd, Dept. of Folkloristics NORSE MYTHS OF GIGAFAUNA NIDHOGG One of the central figures in the legend of ragnarök, the Níðhöggr is a well-known being in Norse mythology. Described to be a dragon-like creature, its recurring role in the mythic tales is that of a villainous monster. Níðhöggr is told to be biting the roots of Yggdrasil, the tree of life and creation central to the Norse cosmology, as well as devouring the bodies of criminals as a form of punishment. Due to SCP-7714-A's reptilian physique, immense size and connection to Norse mythology, the Department of Folkloristics research team proposes the theory of SCP-7714-A's identity being the same as Níðhöggr. Despite Níðhöggr's role in the legend of Ragnarök, any significant risk to the veil or human life seems neutralized. Veðrfölnir Veðrfölnir is consistently described as a hawk sitting between the eyes of a great, unnamed eagle which in turn is perched on top of the Yggdrasil tree. The assumed symbolism of this is a controversial topic amongst mythologists. Residing atop of the tree of creation, it naturally has a rivalry with the dragon Níðhöggr, which aims to damage the tree. Battles between the two are brutal, though not decisive. Due to SCP-7714-B's supposed avian physique and immense size, as well as its apparent connection to SCP-7714-A, the Department of Folkloristics research team proposes that SCP-7714-B is Veðrfölnir. The item analysis, as well as known mythology, suggests that in the event of SCP-7714-B becoming active, the ramifications to the veil and human life could be immense. Neutralization of SCP-7714-B is recommended should it be located. ADDENDUM 7714/4: EXPEDITIONS (II) [IRRELEVANT ENTRIES COLLAPSED] DRONE RECONNAISSAINCE LOG LIII UAVS ᛝ-54 exits Abyssal Area-7 through the bottom-most exit and approaches SCP-7714-A. Prior to having reached any sector of SCP-7714-A, UAVS ᛝ-54 catches an ultra-low-frequency sound, originating from a location over 15 000 kilometers away from it. Media and other organizations catch this frequency as well. Research into this phenomenon is currently underway. Contact with UAVS ᛝ-54 is lost without it having entered SCP-7714-A. It is considered lost. . . . . . . . Notice From The Overseer Council Following the recent MH-Class Scenario, the contents of this file have been declassified. The Veil has been lifted. This is now a War on All Fronts 7714 Item #: SCP-7714 Site Responsible: Abyss. Area-7, Antar. Area-13 Director: Dhar Ian Research Head: Rs. Mikasa Kaori Assigned Task Force: STF ᛝ-1, MTF Η-5 Level 1/7714 Unrestricted IT DEPARTMENT MEMORANDUM If you receive any display errors within this file, ask your Site's IT Dept. head for any potential ongoing connectivity issues. We apologize for the inconvenience. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES Due to the shattering of the Veil, prior Containment Procedures focused on concealing SCP-7714-A/B have been rescinded. Further expeditions into SCP-7714-A are discouraged. A large number of the Foundation's resources have been redirected from their previous projects to permit the neutralization of SCP-7714-B, as it has become a top priority. DESCRIPTION [PREVIOUS PARAGRAPHS COLLAPSED FOR BREVITY] SCP-7714-B refers to a massive quadrupedal avian creature currently orbiting Earth at 84kmh (approx). SCP-7714-B's flight patterns indicate that it is looking for SCP-7714-A. The entity's ability to detect EVE patterns reinforces this hypothesis. It is believed that it is utilizing this ability to detect the high-density low-energy EVE pattern emitted by SCP-7714-A's corpse. Nevertheless, SCP-7714-B's inability to accurately locate SCP-7714-A is likely a result of the disruption of EVE patterns caused by the foreign EVE of the corpses within. SCP-7714-B is capable of conjuring massive supercell thunderstorms, teletsunamis, and hurricanes of varying stages through poorly understood means, currently believed to be based on the transformation of EVE into thaumaturgy. SCP-7714-B recently emerged from a dormant state at a location north of Palmer Land, Antarctica, causing multiple Antarctic icequakes, the partial destruction of SCP-7714-A's interior, and an ultra-low-frequency sound that was heard throughout the Pacific and Atlantic oceans. SCP-7714-C is the provisional designation given to the runic language encountered in SCP-7714-A-1 instances, as well as some on SCP-7714-A's exposed skeleton. Whilst poorly, if at all, understood at the moment, SCP-7714-C has proven to be anomalous. Research into these runes has been delegated to GoI-211. ADDENDUM 7714/5: RECOVERED FILE The following file was received by Mikasa Kaori, head of the KEY Project, in her SCiPNET email. HY-B. TECHNOLOGIES Fixing Tomorrow. GRANT REQUEST FOR THE RECONSTRUCTION OF A FOUNDATION-BUILT ROBOT Submitted Unanimously, 1998 PROBLEM— Recent events stemmed from the Cybernetic Modification of the Corpse of the Crocoteuthis gigantis have caused complications for the exchange and distribution of files with external clients and employees respectively; this is due to the intense, abundant storms that have been taking place due to the Accipitridae gigantis..A Large Scale Aggressor. SOLUTION— HYB-T has come to the conclusion that SCP-5514 is required for the neutralization of the Accipitridae gigantis, due to the failure of other attempts carried out by HYB-T to neutralize the entity, and has decided to formally request the Foundation to allow HYB-T to reconstruct SCP-5514..SCP-5514 is an anomalously augmented mech created by the SCP Foundation and the United Nation's Global Occult Coalition to neutralize Large Scale Aggressors. BUSINESS CASE— The current SCP-5514 is not only in an unusable state but counts with somewhat-subpar weaponry, which HYB-T believes is not apppropiate for the neutralization of the LSA in question. Nevertheless, HYB-T possesses knowledge and technology that will allow for the augmentation of SCP-5514 to such a level that the Accipitridae gigantis will be neutralized. USE OF FUNDING— If the Foundation agrees with the deal proposed by HYB-T, funding is not expected to be an issue; if the Foundation does not agree with the deal, the project is not expected to be able to take off. If current time estimates are correct, this process will take under a week. The Overseer Council, as well as the KEY Project board, have approved the project and messaged HY-B TECHNOLOGIES to resolve the funding issue, as well as to aid with development. ADDENDUM 7714/6: SCP-5514 UPDATE The reconstruction of SCP-5514 was finished within the predicted time period. The current state of low LSA activity across the world has allowed the redirection of resources into the project with relatively minimal risk. As this is the first time SCP-5514 has been deployed against a specific LSA, HY-B TECHNOLOGIES took the liberty of installing several anti-avian modifications designed to counter SCP-7714-B. The added modifications have been listed below. For the full list of SCP-5514's features, refer to its designated file. Upgrade Description Cryogenic Missile Battery A missile launcher system embedded into the left forearm of SCP-5514. The missiles explode on contact, with the additional effect of causing instant freezing to the point of contact. The system houses a maximum capacity of 10 missiles. Gravity Darts Large darts which vastly increase their weight on contact with a target. Additional weight is gained as a result of the Weight Sink mechanism, temporarily displacing a portion of SCP-5514's weight into the barrel of the dart. Thaumatologically Powered Hamingja-Based Runic Script Enables the channeling of hamingja from external sources into the pilot of SCP-5514, theoretically bending probability into the pilot's favor via reality bending through high concentrations of EVE. Currently in testing phase. ADDENDUM 7714/7: CONVERSATION TRANSCRIPT Following its completion, SCP-5514 was transported to a temporary base located on the east coast of Russia due to SCP-7714-B's theorized connection to SCP-7714-A. HY-B TECHNOLOGIES director Ramon Wallace, having arrived alongside HY-B TECHNOLOGIES logistics personnel, requested to converse with Mikasa Kaori in person. Below is the transcript of their conversation. _ ► Play Audio Log❚❚ Pause Audio Log [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kaori: Welcome. Curious to see you face to face like this. Wallace: The feeling is mutual. I wouldn't have seen myself standing here a month prior, trust me. I wanted to see it before it does what it does best. Dr. Kaori: Right. As you can see, we're running through everything a second time to make sure it's functional when we need it to be. Wallace: It really is an outstanding work of art. I can personally say that I was quite pleased with this opportunity presented to us. The use of anomalies is comprehensive, yet balanced. Dr. Kaori: Judging from the modifications you added, I take it you weren't completely convinced by its arsenal. Wallace: Quite the opposite, actually. I meant what I said. 5514 is designed to counter a large variety of LSA's, but this time we know a bit more about what we're up against. Some specific countermeasures wouldn't hurt. Besides, the project was more invigorating than any others from the last decade. Wallace inspects SCP-5514's frame with a somber look. Wallace: But I didn't come here to reminisce. As you know, our thaumaturges have assisted in the process of integrating the runic patterns you discovered into the hull of SCP-5514. Dr. Kaori: Yes. The necessary preparations have been made. The human remains in SCP-7714-A have not fluctuated in EVE levels, so they should be a reliable source of hamingja to pull from. The option of pulling it from the attending personnel also exists, and- Wallace: About that, considering our lack of proper understanding of the channeling process, it could pose a significant risk. We currently believe that the excessive transfer of hamingja can prove too much for a person, whether it's given or received. The lack of inherent power in a simple human restricts how much EVE we can hold, which is likely a part of why the LSA's have so much of it compared to us. The nature of their being simply demands they hold more of it. If there is believing your research personnel, and by extension the Vikings, luck is just another part of something that could be a soul. While a soul, at least in the way that we understand it, isn't required for the emission of EVE, the three concepts are most likely interconnected. I don't think it's a coincidence that hamingja is said to be transferred forward naturally upon death. Unfortunately, our understanding of it is just as limited as our understanding of EVE itself. Dr. Kaori: So if a being like a Large Scale Aggressor were to lose its hamingja, that would prove fatal to it, in the same way, accumulating too much hamingja would prove fatal to a human? Wallace: Not would, could. And before you bring it up, no, we cannot weaponize the channeling of hamingja through any known means. The tests we have had time to run indicate the process has to be voluntary or at least aided by an already existing connection between the souls through which hamingja is channeled. According to Norse mythology, that would be a family bond. Dr. Kaori: That's a shame. But this raises an issue. Wallace gives Dr. Kaori a questioning look. Dr. Kaori: If what you're saying is true, the pilot of SCP-5514 isn't going to be able to handle that much EVE. The levels of EVE we can potentially pull from SCP-7714-A is about five times the amount of the average LSA. It's not going to work. Wallace turns towards SCP-5514 again and prompts Dr. Kaori to look up at it. Dr. Kaori does so. Wallace: SCP-5514 itself lacks a soul, so transferring hamingja straight to it isn't a choice we have, but as we know, the runes themselves can hold hamingja, at least for some time. The soul still has to be a part of the equation, which is why the soul of your pilot will serve as a sort of conductor through which hamingja is pulled to SCP-5514's use. It's less effective, but the risks are minimized. Dr. Kaori: This still doesn't sound safe. Are you sure of this? Wallace: No, but it is an option when push comes to shove. Both stare at each other without saying a word. A loud humming noise from SCP-5514's power source breaks their gazes. Wallace: It has been a pleasure, but I better get going. Good luck. Wallace turns to leave but is interrupted by Dr. Kaori. Dr. Kaori: Is this really why you bothered to come all the way here? To tell me something one of your operatives could have told me by email? Wallace is still standing silently, his back turned to Dr. Kaori. After a brief moment he sighs. Wallace: I think my answer would be more appropriate to give after the moment of peril has passed. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 7714/8: SCP-7714-B ENCOUNTER Abyssal Area-7 was ordered on full alert due to SCP-7714-B changing its course directly towards SCP-7714-A's location. SCP-5514 has been instructed to remain immobile until SCP-7714-B comes within distance. The encounter has been recorded below. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7714-B circles the area, ignoring all Foundation personnel and gear. Dr. Kaori: Alright, whenever you're ready. SCP-5514 lifts its arm up. The Cryogenic Missile Battery springs out of its forearm, launching two missiles towards SCP-7714-B. Both connect, hitting it in the side. Captain Rosales: Cold enough? SCP-7714-B recovers with little injuries, now directing its attention towards SCP-5514. Captain Rosales: Guess not. Dr. Kaori: It's coming in fast! SCP-5514 unsheathes the Cold Iron Sword but gets knocked on its back, SCP-7714-B ramming into it with all 4 of its limbs. It then begins to bludgeon SCP-5514 with its beak repeatedly. SCP-5514 slashes towards SCP-7714-B with the Holdout Plasma Wristblade. SCP-7714-B manages to partially avoid the blow but suffers a wound to the side of its neck. It screeches before jumping off and taking flight again. Captain Rosales: Damn. Kaori, you see it? Dr. Kaori: It's circling around us midflight. Currently at seven o'clock. Thousand Word Arrows: Glory to the Dragonslayer! This fair land liberated from the beast's maw!.SCP-5514 feature. See document for more details. SCP-5514 takes aim and fires with the Beowulf-Sigurd Rail. SCP-7714-B launches a bolt of electricity that connects with the projectile, detonating it mid-air. SCP-5514 takes flight, moving towards SCP-7714-B at rapid speed. Captain Rosales: Alright big guy. Let's see you fly after this. SCP-5514 swings the Cold Iron Sword at SCP-7714-B, but the latter avoids the blow. SCP-5514 is then pushed back a significant distance by a whirlwind from SCP-7714-B's flapping wings. Dr. Kaori: This isn't working. We're at a disadvantage in the air. We need to ground it, now! Captain Rosales: Roger. Let's see what the new spices can do in practice. SCP-5514 lands in the shallow water, and launches a Gravity Dart at SCP-7714-B. It connects, hitting it in its right forelimb. SCP-7714-B is forced to land approximately 200 meters away. The two combatants throw themselves at each other. SCP-5514 blocks a slash from SCP-7714-B's talons with the Cold Iron Sword before pushing it away with the side of the blade. SCP-7714-B staggers, becoming unable to avoid the second shot by the Beowulf-Sigurd Rail. The shot connects, causing it to roar in pain and jump back. Captain Rosales: Here we go! SCP-5514 throws the Rounded Recoiling Plasma at SCP-7714-B, severing its left forelimb. SCP-5514 then closes the distance between the two and brings the Cold Iron Sword above its head to finish off the crippled LSA. However, 5514 is forced to step back and drop the massive weapon as SCP-7714-B unleashes an extremely loud supersonic screech which damages the nearby constructs and incapacitates many of the personnel nearby. Dr. Kaori: Ahhhh… Rosales? Are you ok?! Captain Rosales: What?! Repeat! SCP-7714-B tears the Gravity Dart off and takes flight. The severed limb is already beginning to regenerate. The intensity of the storm enveloping the area seems to increase. Anderson: Hello? Am I getting through? Dr. Kaori: Who is this? Anderson: This is Anderson of HY-B Technologies informing you that the Runic System is ready to go should you need to use it. We should be able to pull it off despite the injuries to most of the thaumathurgists present. Visibility in the area around SCP-5514 becomes low due to the raging storm. The wind picks up even more, making it hard for SCP-5514 to move effectively. SCP-7714-B emerges from the storm, taking the war machine by surprise. SCP-5514 is struck with a direct blow from the LSA's talons, launching it into the air. SCP-5514 crashes heavily onto the beach. Dr. Kaori: Systems report damage to the hull integrity. Captain Rosales: The left arm isn't responding to my commands. Damn it! Fine, let's see what these runes can do. Dr. Kaori: You're sure about this? Captain Rosales: Wouldn't be the only chance I've taken today. Dr. Kaori: Anderson? Anderson: Beginning the channeling process. The on-site thaumathurgists of both the SCP Foundation and HY-B Technologies begin chanting in ancient Norse. A message from Abyssal Area-7 is received, confirming that the EVE levels in SCP-7714-A have begun to drop rapidly. The runic patterns on SCP-5514's hull begin to glow with a faint blue light. Dr. Kaori: Percy? How are you feeling? Captain Rosales answers with a reassuring nod, although it is clear he is having trouble staying conscious. SCP-7714-B releases another screech from within the storm. Dr. Kaori: Aaaaargh!! Percy, hang on just a little more. I think they're almost done. Just listen to my voice. Captain Rosales: I'm… not going down this easy… fig.1.6: SCP-7714-B seen retreating into the storm, taken from one of Abyssal Area-7's aboveground Outposts. The EVE levels in SCP-7714-A reach zero. The runic patterns on SCP-5514 flash brightly, glowing a blue light that illuminates the nearby area. The silhouette of SCP-7714-B becomes visible, but it retreats further into the storm and disappears from sight. Captain Rosales regains his focus. SCP-7714-B seen retreating into the storm, taken from one of Abyssal Area-7's aboveground Outposts. SCP-7714-B seen retreating into the storm, taken from one of Abyssal Area-7's aboveground Outposts. fig.1.6: SCP-7714-B seen retreating into the storm, taken from one of Abyssal Area-7's aboveground Outposts. Thousand Word Arrows: Fortune favors the hero! Glowing righteousness beyond time! Captain Rosales: Shit, that was an experience. Dr. Kaori: I'd like to be more considerate, but that thing can lunge at us at any moment. We need to counterattack. Captain Rosales: I can barely see anything around us, much less the LSA. Anderson: Trust your gut. Let's see if you're feelin' lucky. Captain Rosales closes his eyes, releasing SCP-5514 from his control. A brief moment passes before he takes control again, making the Cryogenic Missile Battery rise from the machine's forearm. SCP-5514 haphazardly turns around to meet the gaze of SCP-7714-B who is gliding towards it a mere 50 meters away. The remaining missiles are launched at it, dealing tremendous damage to the area around its head and neck. The beast's frame grazes SCP-5514, the momentum carrying it into the storm. A loud crash and the sound of swelling water are heard, followed by silence. Dr. Kaori: Is it dead? Captain Rosales: I'm not sure. The storm seems to be calming down at least. Anderson, are you picking up anything there? Anderson: No. We'll keep monitoring the storm. Stay on guard. Sounds of crumbling ice emanates from the dark fog, followed by a low, guttural growl. SCP-7714-B spreads its wings, dispersing some of the dark clouds around it. It has sustained severe injuries in the area of its neck and upper torso. Regeneration is taking place, though at a slightly slower rate due to the ice covering most of the wounded areas. Captain Rosales: We can't afford to drag this on any longer! It'll be back in the air soon, and outlast us in this storm. I didn't think it would come down to this again, but we're gonna have to blast it with all we got. Dr. Kaori: No! The hull has sustained too much damage. If we use the Sun Vent now, we risk incinerating ourselves. We're not taking any more chances, runes or not. Captain Rosales: We have to! Now's our best chance of taking it down before we're at a disadvantage again. Please understand. Wait… you seeing this? Dr. Kaori: Hm? There's… a Gravity Dart stuck in its wing. But we didn't launch a second dart. Captain Rosales: It must've stuck to it when it bumped into us just now. Alright, I have an idea. But if this doesn't work, I'm blasting that thing into outer space. Dr. Kaori: Right, do what you have to. SCP-7714-B becomes airborne, making effort to gain altitude. It begins to crackle with lightning, bolts of electricity engulfing the air around it. It then swoops down at tremendous speed towards SCP-5514, sounding a rage-filled cry. Captain Rosales: On my mark. SCP-5514 tightens its grip on the Cold Iron Sword. SCP-7714-B reaches low altitude and charges directly towards SCP-5514, the oncoming impact mere seconds away. Captain Rosales: Now! Dr. Kaori activates the Gravity Dart, causing SCP-7714-B to lose its balance in flight. SCP-5514 evades the LSA by swiftly stepping aside while simultaneously turning around its entire frame, unleashing a slash of the Cold Iron Blade. The blade sinks deep into the LSA's neck, making its way to its back, almost slicing it in half. SCP-7714-B hits the ground, the ongoing speed causing it to tumble several hundred meters in the shallow water before coming to a stop. The storm clouds begin to disperse. SCP-5514 spends a few minutes monitoring the LSA from a distance before finally letting the weapon stained with the creature's blood fall onto the coastline. The runic patterns on SCP-5514's frame flicker before the light dies, and on-site personnel confirm SCP-5514's EVE levels have returned to normal. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 7714/9: COMMUNICATIONS WITH GOI-211 The following message from HY-B TECHNOLOGIES director Ramon Wallace was received by Dr. Mikasa Kaori. No further communication has been received since. To Dr. Mikasa Kaori I'm glad our co-operation led to a desirable outcome. I wish I was there to see it myself, the report delivered to my office was expectedly underwhelming. I'm sure you are aware of the problems HY-B TECHNOLOGIES is struggling with at the moment, but the reality is far harsher for us than you may believe. Reconstructing the Crocoteuthis gigantis was indeed our last investment into science under the name of Prometheus Labs Inc. During its years, Prometheus Labs has not always been the most morally bright company. I lead the organization with the mindset of being able to achieve the most if we were to think of limits as artificial constructs. The wake of destruction LSA-Brasil-01 left behind changed my view as quickly as I once adopted it. We had nothing left except for an opportunity to do something different this time. We obviously didn't want to take it down for the sake of our business if there was no future for the organization. But we had a past, one I couldn't be entirely proud of. But there was a chance for our present to be something more than that. We used the last we had for this one last endeavor. Regrettable miscalculations, unfortunate fluctuations in demand for anomalous weaponry, or the arrogance of resurrecting an enormous LSA, it doesn't matter now. Our time has come. Regarding your offer to Anderson: Vincent was quite flattered but was steadfast in carrying down his own path. I have faith in him making a name for himself, I just hope it's something we both can be pleased about. You have your answers now. I know you will use your expertise in a more lasting manner than I. — Ramon Wallace ADDENDUM 7714/10: DATA ANALYSIS fig. 1.7: Average increase in EVE levels in Sweden, where 1 represents baseline levels. Hold click to enlarge. ✖ A recent analysis of EVE levels worldwide has shown a noticeable increase in Sweden and Norway especially; as well as Denmark, Canada, Iceland, Greenland, and Finland to a lesser extent This is believed to have been caused by the freeing of hamingja, stored as EVE within the skeletons found around SCP-7714-A, following its utilization to enhance SCP-5514 via the Thaumatologically Powered Hamingja-Based Runic Script. As it has been passed down generationally, as it does in normal conditions, no attempts to undo/revert this have been taken. Average increase in EVE levels in Sweden, where 1 represents baseline levels. 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SCP-7715 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7715 Special Containment Procedures: After deliberation, containment of SCP-7715 has been partially transferred to GoI-33412 ("Plumbers"). Members of the Plumbers are consulted as necessary on necessary updates. Currently, the only necessary containment procedure is to shoot a single bullet of at least 95% lead into SCP-7715 daily. Special Containment Procedures (Superceded): SCP-7715 is immobile and is contained on-site. A 2 meter gap must be maintained around the perimeter of the structure containing SCP-7715. No structures are to contact SCP-7715. Manned exploration must be conducted in teams of at least three (3) with full safety lines and GPS tracking. Any protrusions from SCP-7715 must be capped and sealed immediately. No hand or power tools are allowed anywhere within SCP-7715. No repairs or maintenance are to be done on SCP-7715. No aggressive actions are to be taken in SCP-7715. Description: SCP-7715 is a mass of pipes, vents, boilers, and other plumbing apparatuses completely filling a defunct Acroamatic Abatement1 testing site in the Scottish Highlands. The site was abandoned as an Acroamatic Abatement facility upon the manifestation of SCP-7715, which can be traced to minor procedural imperfections in the routine Abatements performed within. SCP-7715 Originally, SCP-7715 was believed to be a manifestation of the same phenomenon as SCP-015 due to superficial similarities between the two. In both anomalies, the pipes appear to grow when not under active observation, attempting to connect to nearby structures via sewer systems and underground plumbing. Both currently contain over 200 kilometers of pipes between 0.5 cm and 3.0 m in diameter, though SCP-7715 had, at one time, over 1000 kilometers worth of pipes. Recorded materials for the pipes in SCP-7715 have included human bone, calcite, bitumen, octopus tissue, pyrite, and unmelting ice. If approached aggressively or by individuals holding tools, pipes in SCP-7715 will burst and spray liquid or gas on the aggressor. Pipes have been reported to contain seawater, sewage, crude oil, sulfuric acid, steam, goat's blood, and red wine vinegar. No personnel were lost in the initial containment of SCP-7715 due to early discovery and implementation of similar containment procedures as SCP-015. However, roughly 6 months after initial containment, persistent children's laughter and mooing was reported from the inside of SCP-7715. Towns within a 20 kilometer radius began reporting higher-than-placebo levels of spectral manifestations (e.g. hauntings, mysterious faces in mirrors, sensations of hands reaching from toilets); this radius expanded to 30 kilometers over the course of 5 days. Social media posts in the Scottish Highlands also included a statistically significant uptick in wanderlust and interest in bathrooms. Shortly after, the SCP-7715 containment team received a message from GoI-33412 ("Plumbers"), a known affiliate of the Global Occult Coalition. To our esteemed colleagues at the "SCP" Foundation, The Global Occult Coalition has received reports of a failure of your methods in the Scottish Highlands. After reviewing corroborating reports from our Temporal-Ontological Idiosyncratic Leakage & Effluvia Telemetry (TOILET) system, the PHYSICS division has elected to delegate the Threat Entity management in this case to our society, the Plumbers. Our group has been attempting to open a dialogue with yours for the better part of a century. Your in-house "Acroamatic Abatement" procedures ignore centuries of precedent in both safety measures and interactions with the divine. The ancient philosopher Thales of Miletus knew that all was water. That from water we all come, and to water we shall return. Your practices have disrespected the water in all things. You have neglected the time-known division of running and still, mixed your effluvia in large-scale scatological microritual. Retreat from your ignorance, and give unto us your Scottish Highlands mess. We're the Plumbers. We're used to dealing with shit. C. Martinet Plumber, 32th degree Broadwick Lodge Plumbīs Producere Hi Dr. Cattenach I got this email I'm not sure was meant for me. They claim to be from the GOC, but it seems to be some kind of joke — I'm not sure I've ever heard of "the Plumbers" before? I don't know what that bit about Thales and "running and still" means, but I think it would be unwise to let them anywhere near SCP-7715. Duncan McDonald Junior Researcher, BS Chemistry/FMS Ageometric Architecture SCP-7715 investigation team, Foundation Researcher McDonald, RAISA flagged and forwarded your email to me. The Plumbers are real, and yes, they're affiliated with the GOC. They're on the Council of 108. Somehow. They claim to be descended from Roman, Egyptian, Chinese, and Indian groups and somehow ended up with a bog-standard Western European lodge system. That bit about "running and still" comes from "Modern Plumbing Parascience". Our Acroabate people claim that water storage standards shouldn't apply to abatement because we don't use water in more than half of it. Their people claim it doesn't matter — because there's water in all things. We had to abandon the original 7715 site as an active acromatic abatement area because the procedures we were using had a 98% average efficacy instead of the usual 99.5%. After that — well, how do you clean up a clean up site? You can't. Not easily. Accidents happen in our line of work. I'll handle the rest. Henrik Sturmatem Janitor Foundation Plumber Martinet, This has been a long-standing point of disagreement between our two groups. None of our sites follow Modern Plumbing Parascience guidelines, but our in-house guidelines lead to adverse outcomes just as rarely. In fact, decade-by-decade, Acroamatic Abatement is so successful as a science that waste disposal is entirely a non-issue for the Foundation, while Modern Plumbing Parascience regularly runs into problems that fall outside of its framework and must be adapted post-hoc. This incident is, from our point of view, unprecedented. However, it is also extremely similar to the hundreds of other unprecedented events we deal with from week to week. We made our own mess, we'll clean it up. Respectfully, Henrik Sturmatem Disposal Engineer, Foundation The rate of expansion of SCP-7715's zone of spectral influence was determined to be increasing; the Department of Analytics projected that if left unchecked, it would encompass all of England within a month. When consulted, the Departed Department deferred the matter to the Department of Tactical Theology; the DoTT was capable of containing localized manifestations of spectral phenomena ("Butt Ghost", "Bloody Mary", etc.) via applied traditional folk remedies but did not believe it had the ability to effectively intervene with SCP-7715 directly. Three days later, the Plumbers contacted Janitor Sturmatem again. Dr. Sturmatem, Please excuse my colleague's rudeness. He's been working here for a long time. He wrote the book on Plumbing Parascience — literally. We want this problem taken care of as much as you do. You've made a mess, but we've managed to convince the PHYSICS division not to nuke your site from orbit; there's a good chance it wouldn't work. The TOILET (Temporal-Ontological Idiosyncratic Leakage & Effluvia Telemetry) suggests to us that this isn't some run-of-the-mill Type Red Regenerator as we in the GOC would call it. There are disruptions to the fabric of space and time — something that I hear your people are all too familiar with. I know you don't believe the claims about parascience, but I've done tours of duty on submarines and boats. When you're out there in the middle of the ocean, you might as well be in the depths of space. The ocean itself is alive, quiet, waiting. Gentle from a distance, but with that undercurrent of wrath waiting to be awakened. Water holds character. Water holds power. There are places hidden in this world, where disposal and rebirth meet. Where waters, sullied or soiled mingle with those fresh and new. Where sustenance becomes sacrifice, and the stench of human effluence mingles with false flowers. I think — based on the TOILET readings — that something you did, unintentionally or not, opened a gate. To the Bathrooms. C. Pratt Plumber, 20th Degree Manhattan Lodge Plumbīs Producere Are you talking about the FUCKING BATHROOMS WIKI? Henrik Sturmatem Disposal Engineer, Foundation That's one of the foremost recruiting tools of our day for our organization. It's how I joined up. You a fellow bathbro? C. Pratt Plumber, 20th Degree Manhattan Lodge Plumbīs Producere Janitor Sturmatem did not reply to Pratt's message at the time of receipt, instead contacting MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") to determine their familiarity with the extradimensional location known as the Bathrooms and contingencies they had for its exploration. The leader of MTF Zeta-9 stated that interest in the Bathrooms was a disqualifying trait for prospective members, that recovery from the location was viewed as impossible, and that Zeta-9 could not assist. Over the course of the next three days, the Department of Analytics noted there were 15 unexplained disappearances in a 70 km radius of SCP-7715. Furthermore, Foundation internet crawlers noted the formation of a "TikTok trend", in which Scottish Highland youths would gather in groups of 7 and go cow tipping, which the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics noted as having potential mythic significance. Internal discussions were ongoing when the Plumbers contacted the Foundation again. Mr. Sturmatem, Researcher McDonald, Dr. Cattenach, You are dealing with a Threat Entity, but not any "threat entity". The original THREAT ENTITY: The metaphorical specter of the son of Pasiphae. The rejected spawn of the Minoan royal family, cast originally into Daedalus's Labyrinth. 14 Athenian youths and maidens were fed to this beast as gory sacrifice. This weight of disposal, this agonism of heroism and hunger, the minotaur resting in its own urine and feces for long and dark decades transmuted the labyrinth from physical construct to myth. The Bathrooms are not the Labyrinth of Minos. Nor are the beasts within the minotaur. But it is a useful framework for cultural context. My fellows and I have a tendency to wax poetic, in part because metaphor is a necessity to our line of work. But it is an unerring fact that since the dawn of the human race the call to adventure has been steeped in some deep shit. Your waste disposal methods are sufficient 199 out of every 200 times. I can't deny that. But this one time, I believe you messed up badly enough to open a gate to the Outer Bathrooms — the physical and unseen structure that necessarily undergirds the existence of a structure of the Bathrooms. The Bathrooms are tile and mirror, flickering lights and urinal cakes. The Outer Bathrooms are the pipes that fill the toilets and sinks, even when they stand in the middle of a plain rimmed by mountains a hundred miles away. They are the electricity that powers the distant sodium sun and the HVAC that keeps the air muggy. And they are infinitely more dangerous. We lost good men to the last Outer Bathrooms incursion. To the pipes, water is water, whether vapor in the air or blood in the veins. The light in your eyes is enough power for the creaking eldritch Outer Bathrooms to devour. Take one wrong turn when running from it, and you will go from Outer Bathrooms to the Bathrooms proper, where there is no escape. What concerns me most here is that this outcropping of the Outer Bathrooms into our reality is opening doors to the Bathrooms proper, doors easy enough for a child to step through into a world where the light is sodium and the air is muggy and the flushing is endless. We lose a few Plumbers to the Bathrooms every year. It's an inevitability, for those who spend their lives with muck and water. But that should be the fate of those who live and breathe sanitation, who have fought the dirty undercurrents of the world, who understand the siren song of the final adventure before choosing to truly give in. Not the bright-faced youths who hear the gurgling call to adventure and follow it as if in a dream. Your people are the same. You understand this as we do. Together, we can fight it back. L. Mario Plumber, 33rd Degree International President Roman Lodge Plumbīs Producere Following the receipt of this message, Janitor Sturmatem recommended the SCP-7715 containment team engage in formal diplomatic cooperation with the Plumbers. Plumbers-Foundation Meeting Minutes Speakers: Henrik Sturmatem, Janitor, Foundation Duncan MacDonald, Junior Researcher, Foundation Elspeth Cattenach, SCP-7715 Containment Head, Foundation Luigi Mario, International President, Plumbers Jr. Rsch. MacDonald: Thanks to you all for coming. I'm Junior Researcher Duncan Macdonald. I've been working on the 7715 project for about a year now. On our side we've also got Dr. Elspeth Cattenach, who spent time on SCP-015 before working on 7715, among othe projects, and Henrik Sturmatem, who… is a janitor. Janitor Sturmatem: I do what I can around here. Pres. Mario: Thank you for having me. I am Luigi Mario, International President of the Plumbers. I have been working with the Plumbers for the better part of 30 decades. Jr. Rsch. MacDonald: Is that a codename? Janitor Sturmatem: Oh Jesus Christ. Pres. Mario: Unbelievable. Unbelievable! I come here, take time from my busy day, and for what? Some pup out of college says I have a codename! My dear brother, he tells me "Oh, Luigi, if these video game guys name their plumbers after us we bring about a new age of Plumber glory" and then he ups and vanishes into the Bathrooms on a heroic dose of shrooms, leaves me to pick up the pieces! Simply unbelievable! Now the kids don't even think my name is real! Janitor Sturmatem: This is why we don't put Junior Researchers on diplomacy detail. Dr. Cattenach: Alright, Mr. Mario. Sorry about that. He's new here. We really appreciate that you took all that time to fly here from Rome on such short notice, though I'm wondering why you insisted on this being in person? President L. Mario gestures to one of his underlings, who hands him a briefcase. Inside is a stainless steel scepter. The top of the rod is an open-shaped bowl. Pres. Mario: This is the Paranormal Locus Undine Neutralization and Generative Energetic Relay. The latest in Plumber practical engineering, it siphons away excess energy to reveal the source phenomena, and once it does so it can push them out of our world, through whatever blockages may be keeping them here. I can have a crack team of Plumbers canvassing the Scottish Highlands for any Bathrooms incursions, and they can seal the gaps. I've brought this PLUNGER here as a show of good faith and that we are more than willing to keep working together, though I understand you would prefer to avoid complete destruction. That's a-okay. Modern Plumbing Parascience has built-in guidelines for how much the Outer Bathrooms can be allowed in our world and stay safe. But it's a matter we can work together on. Janitor Sturmatem: And how do we do that? Throw bodies at the problem? Set fire to the building and hope it stays contained? A ritual purification? It tries to kill anyone who brings a wrench in there, how do you know it won't do the same with that "PLUNGER" of yours? Pres. Mario: Our ancient Roman predecessors knew how to slow the stirring of spirits. They built it into the bones of Rome herself, built it as the pipes that carried water from the aqueduct to the fountain. And as the imperial office hoarded artifacts to glorify the Imperial Cult, we were there, laying pipe. Jr. Rsch. MacDonald: So… do we have to go in there and replace the pipes? Pres. Mario: Let me finish. We were there, keeping Rome quiet and free from rambunctious fountains and whatnot. No fame, no glory, just duty. But we were damn good at our jobs, even if it had some public health issues. Fresh water and no disease was well worth the cost of lead poisoning. And the fact that it took care of the fountain spirits as well? Cherry on top. Dr. Cattenach: …You can't be serious. Lead poisoning? Pres. Mario: I'm deadly serious. Lead is as bad for souls as it is for bodies. Janitor Sturmatem: So, what. We mix some… lead acetate into water or something and spray down 7715? Pres. Mario: Oh, no. Nothing that convoluted. We just need to apply lead. In elemental form at 300 meters a second. Following this discussion, Dr. Cattenach requested the assistance of MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") in the containment of SCP-7715. This request was granted. MTF Nu-7 deployed a division specializing in anti-materiel weaponry and reduced the pipe mileage from over 1000 km to the now-current 200 km. Following this reduction in size and the associated Plumber activity, spectral phenomenon associated with SCP-7715 ceased. The current containment procedures were deemed sufficient to maintain SCP-7715 at current levels and put in place. Update: After the successes of partially transferring containment of SCP-7715 to the Plumbers, discussions were initiated to consider the transfer of SCP-015. Overtures were rebuffed with the following message: Elspeth, Henrik, I know of what you speak. With all due respect, we're not touching that with a 10 foot pole. That thing is an abomination. It defies everything I know. Luigi No updates to the SCP-015 containment procedures have been made. More by LORDXVNV Hide Other works by LORDXVNV! 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SCP-7716 | safe | close Info X ⚠️ I have an Author Page! Item #: SCP-7716 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7716 is contained in whichever room MTF Beta-4 member Hortense Inglebard occupies; Inglebard herself adheres to normal duties six days a week. Professional lion handlers from Wilson's Wildlife Solutions have been assigned to manage SCP-7716-A instances, and Inglebard has been relocated to an area that does not adhere to specific structural compositions (see "Description") for personal use. A member of MTF Beta-4 (Castaways) or Wilson's Wildlife Solutions is to be alerted if an SCP-7716-A instance becomes larger than fifty (50) centimeters. Description: SCP-7716 is the phenomenon of a single inorganic mundane object temporarily self-restructuring into an adult male of the Panthera leo1 species whenever Foundation agent Hortense Inglebard occupies a room. The phenomenon begins whenever Inglebard is fully positioned inside any immobile enclosed space equal to or greater than 2 x 2 x 3 meters, with at least three walls with a density of 368 g/m2 or greater, and one entryway. It concludes once Inglebard vacates the area and relocates to another space, whereupon the phenomenon reoccurs. Any object replaced with an instance of Panthera leo (SCP-7716-A) returns to its previous state whenever Inglebard relocates. The SCP-7716-A instance retains the size of the object it replaced (if smaller than an average Panthera leo), but otherwise possesses all properties and habits of the animal, and may be contained, manipulated, or terminated in manners similar to normal members of their species. Currently, no pattern has been established regarding objects subject to SCP-7716 restructuring. The instances were first observed approximately eight days after Inglebard returned from a mission where the majority of her previous unit (Mu-32, "Roy G. Biv") had been killed, and Inglebard amnesticized. No correlation between the aforementioned mission and SCP-7716 has been established. Inglebard exhibits baseline Hume readings at all times, and has been ruled as non-anomalous. An SCP-7716-A instance replacing an empty rack in Site-203's arboretum. Photo taken by Researcher K. Silva. Addendum-A: A catalogue of SCP-7716 incidents that occurred during the first three days of its discovery. For an up-to-date documentation, please consult Dr. Riverson of Site-203, Captain Szabo of Beta-4, or Mr. Byron McCleod and Ms. Charlotte Worth of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions. DAY ONE 1: Unconfirmed first discovery. SCP-7716 replaces a toothbrush in Inglebard's bathroom. Inglebard abandons her quarters and calls security. 2: First confirmed discovery. SCP-7716 is observed replacing a clipboard by five staff members, one of whom it attacks. Site-203's security team tranquilizes the instance; the injured staff is taken to medical ward. 3: SCP-7716 replaces a picture frame in Director Talbot's room as Inglebard is brought in for questioning. The security team is redeployed as Talbot and Inglebard relocate. 4: SCP-7716 is observed by Talbot and four agents replacing a food tray, consuming one Salisbury steak. An impromptu interrogation is called while the instance is contained. A hypothesis regarding SCP-7716's behavior is formed. 5 - 12: Various experiments are conducted with Inglebard, two security officers, and D-50050 in various rooms and containment cells. The following articles are replaced: one light bulb; one stone block; one terracotta pot; one D-class shirt; one roll toilet paper in women's restroom (instance terminated); one plastic dining plate in cafeteria; one automobile jack in Site-203 motor pool; one vacuum cleaner in maintenance closet (instance terminated). All affected objects revert to their normal states following Inglebard's relocations, with no noticeable side effects. All terminated instances remain unchanged until Inglebard relocates, then revert to original object. SCP-7716-A instances are incapable of vacating any room occupied by Inglebard, independently or otherwise. SCP-7716-A instances do not occur in a completely empty area, regardless of structure. No article on Inglebard's person is affected by this phenomenon. 13: One bar of soap replaced in women's shower. Inglebard relocated to private outdoor area for cleaning. 14: One pair of undergarments replaced in women's locker room. 15: One bedsheet replaced in Inglebard's quarters (SCP-7716-A instance appearing as an average-sized Panthera leo). Inglebard relocated to new quarters. Journal Entry #1 Close Lucy's2 asked me to write down my thoughts about this so she and everyone else can try to understand what's going on. I'm not much of a writer, so I hope she's not expecting Maya Angelou or anything. They're having me sleep in a hallway now (I guess this anomaly I have is really picky about what's a "room" and what's not), and I'm using an outdoor bath for washing. I'm not sure what their long-term plans are. I did a lot of tests with everyone to find out how this anomaly ticks, and I think they've got it down, but who knows. I certainly don't understand it. I have no prior history or connection with lions: I'm not allergic to them or afraid of them; I didn't have any traumatizing experiences at the zoo; my parents were okay with us (my sister and two brothers) having pets, but none of us wanted a cat (we ended up getting an iguana); I didn't even have a stuffed lion for a toy. There's nothing to go on, and while that's frustrating enough for everyone else, imagine how I must feel. I'm the one that has to deal with the buggers whenever I go somewhere. Unless they hurt someone. Which they already have. It hasn't even been one day. Some people think I might be stuck with this for the rest of my life. Fuck me dead. Two of the people who did experiments with me are following me around now, a researcher (Kim Silva) and a security officer (Patty Waller). Waller's all right, but what mortuary did they dig that researcher out of? I've seen brick walls that were more expressive. She's smart, though, I'll credit her that, but about as fun as a book on tax laws. I'm supposed to report to her every time I see a new lion, but I'm not sure what else they can learn at this point, other than how to get rid of them—and if we can't, how I'm supposed to live with this. Now that I think about it, it's kind of funny. I consider myself to be an indolent person. I'm not lazy, just…not very proactive. I've never liked making decisions for myself; I've always been the kind to sit back and take orders (that does sound lazy now that I write it down). But it was comforting being in the ADF3, and it's just as comforting being an MTF op. Whenever I know what's expected of me, I rise to the occasion and do it. Whenever I'm left to my own devices, I feel lost. I feel very lost now. I wish they'd tell me what happened to my old unit. Outside of Garret4, I can't even remember their names. They won't even let me talk to him. Why the hell not? What's the use in hiding all this? I'm as tough as any Sheila that got plucked out of Straya5. Do they think I can't handle bad news? Damn it, I stood and watched as my own gran had a heart attack right in front of me, and I was but a wee mite of six or so! And I'd already shot a wallaby with my dad's rifle before then. So what gives? Fuck me dead, like I can't put two and two together. Our last mission went belly-up in a bad way, didn't it? That's why I got my mind wiped, and why nobody will tell me what happened, and why I don't remember anybody but Garret. Look, I'm not disloyal or anything, but FUCK THAT. My memories aren't for someone else to decide whether or not I keep them. I don't give a rip what I signed up for, nobody has that right: not the O5s, the Prime Minister, the Dalai Lama, my mum, nobody. Damn it. And there's nothing I can do about it. I'm too tired to write any more. Tomorrow's another bloody day. Here's hoping nobody gets hurt by the kittens following me around. DAY TWO 1: One chair replaced in cafeteria. SCP-7716-A instance was placated with food. 2: One 22LR caliber bullet replaced in firing room (instance terminated). 3: One treadmill replaced in gymnasium (SCP-7716-A instance appeared as an average-sized Panthera leo). 4: One wallet replaced in security team meeting room. Security officer Vale was severely injured while Inglebard relocated. 5: One pair of spectacles belonging to Researcher Liang replaced. Liang was injured while Inglebard relocated. Inglebard was given temporary leave of duty and submitted for psychological evaluation. 6: One calendar replaced in Dr. Riverson's office. Inglebard and Riverson relocated for their session. No further incidents occurred as Inglebard was accompanied and monitored by security officer Waller and Researcher Silva for the remainder of the day. Journal Entry #2 Close I don't even know where to begin with this. I wish I could just sit by myself in a quiet place for a few moments. It's bad enough that I got my memories stolen from me, and I have no idea what happened to the rest of my team, and they won't even let me talk to Garret — but now these bloody lions hurt Shen6. I wish they had gotten me instead. He and I used to get drunk and tell each other stories and dirty jokes whenever I was in the area, and now I'm terrified he won't even be able to look at me anymore. I know I can't help it, I know everyone's doing their best to figure this out, and I'm trying to be careful, but… And I've got someone else's7 condition to worry about, too. I didn't know the guy, but just the knowledge that you're indirectly responsible for sending someone to the ER, when you bloody well know you can prevent it — Damn. I got nothing else but that. Silva tried talking to me, but she's as good as comforting others as I am at brain surgery. She told me that she and Shen were close, though, which caught me off guard. It seems they got into the Foundation at the same time, cut their teeth on the same projects, stayed up all night having debates, that sort of thing. I'd never figured the fella who could interweave dirty limericks in Mandarin and English was ever friends with Miss Spock, but small world, I suppose. Anyway, I guess she cares more than I credited her for. And honestly? As bad as she was as talking to me, I appreciated it. We're still not what you'd call pals, but I see her in a better light now. Word has it that Wilson's will be swinging by tomorrow to help with this, and both Lucy and Patty think I'll be absorbed into Beta-4, the unit that works with them. I mean, I get it; it makes perfect, logical sense. Wilson's handles anomalous animals and I cause one to appear whenever I enter a room. Honestly, though, it's too much to take in. I want to see Garret. I want things between me and Shen to be okay. I want to be able to lay still for a moment without having to worry if a deadly predator's hiding in some corner of the room. I want closure with my old team. It's barely been more than a week since I've lost them; don't I get more time to think, or grieve, or make sense of it all? I don't care if it encourages my indolence, I just want to STOP. And I can't. Lucy's better than I deserve. She's asked that Patty and Miss Excitement (Silva) keep tabs on me until all this is settled. I think if I were left to myself, I'd be in real bad shape. DAY THREE 1 - 6: Under supervision, two employees of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions (B. McCleod and C. Worth) observed SCP-7716's effects in various rooms. One security camera replaced in Site-203 entrance; one empty rack replaced in arboretum (instance photographed); one laptop replaced in research room 47; one rubber safety glove replaced in maintenance storage; one dry-erase board replaced in orientation room, severely injuring Researcher Silva (instance terminated); one disposable razor replaced in women's restroom. Journal Entry #3 Close silvas in bad shape dont know if shell live lost a lot of blood some of its on me literal + figurative [sic] OK. Took a break, cleared head, got cleaned up. The blood, I mean. Found a safe place to write. For a minute there, I almost thought I'd have my memory resurface, seeing that lion attack her like that. Like maybe it would trigger something. Damn, what the hell am I even doing? If Silva Kim dies because of me… Nothing anybody says is going to make this any better. Lucy and Patty both don't want me blaming myself, but tough tits for them. I damn well know it's my fault. It wasn't that we weren't careful enough: I've been moping and dragging my heels ever since my last mission. I know it's only human nature to feel angry, or helpless, or confused, but if I had gotten my act together a bit sooner, I might have… I can't even write it. And who knows how many other people will get cut up, or bitten, or — fuck me dead, what if someone does die? I don't want that on my head. I'm going to have a talk with those people from Wilson's. I'll tell them everything and then ask to be transferred to Beta-4. I'll even beg them if I have to. I can't be sitting around on my arse about this any more. I have to make this right: for Shen, Kim, Mu-32, and everyone else. I have to be better. Sorry if this looks a bit wet. A few tears slipped through. Don't know why I'm like this. Plenty of other people got it heaps worse than me. I just have to worry about a few bloody lions. Yeah, it's a shame about my memories, and I'm still pissed off about it, but… Tomorrow's going to come whether I'm ready or not. The sooner I understand that, the better. It don't mean I have to like it. I don't know where I'm going with this. Maybe I should just stop writing and start moving, figure it out as I go. Whoever's reading this, give Garret, Shen, and Kim my regards, eh? And pour one out for Mu-32. Addendum-B: Three days after the discovery of SCP-7716, Inglebard was inducted into the ranks of Beta-4. Since then, SCP-7716 occurrences have steadily decreased. After three months, she was given leave to communicate with Captain Sutton, who had been reassigned. Currently Inglebard is on standby for missions requiring "aggressive response". Journal Entry #4 Close It's been awhile since I've written anything! I've been busy. I swear, if one more person sings "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" to me, so help me… I'm glad I can laugh at myself again. Beta-4's been good to me. This was the right decision to make. I've got people taking care of me now—and my "companions". Wilson's seen much, much stranger things than lions that pop up whenever I stroll into a room, and it feels good to be the proverbial small fish in a big pond. We still get scares every now and then, but my new Captain (Natalia Szabo) says it's a good way to keep the Castaways on their toes. It doesn't hurt that the little darlings can work in our favor when we're on the job! "Aggressive response" indeed. Bloody savage. So I got to see Garret again. Bit of a plus there. We had a good long bender, "To lost memories, lost companions, and what we've gained since then." He's off in…damn, I forgot the name of the unit. Doesn't matter; he's happy. He made sense of things a lot faster than I did. Bastard. Quick, what has two middle fingers and is constantly surrounded by Sheilas keen on his scars? Speaking of drunken blighters! Shen says I owe him big-time, so once my liver clears up, I fully intend on paying him back. Kim lost an arm, though, so it ain't all sunshine and roses. I have to admit, though, she looks pretty badass with the replacement Anderson [Robotics] gave her. I cracked a joke about how she really is a robot now, but that cold fish didn't even roll her eyes. All business, no pleasure. What a crew I've got. I think I know what caused those lions to appear. Maybe I was getting too comfortable too often, with Mu-32 and my memories and everything else. When I lost all that, I wasted too much time wishing I could get it back: wishing I could be comfortable again. Stagnant, in other words. Then the lions showed up, literally forcing me out of my comfort zone. "It was healthy of me to feel, but unhealthy to yearn" (Lucy's words). Once I took responsibility for my actions and my situation, things got better. Of course, Lucy would probably accuse me of being a bit too blatant, and it still doesn't explain why I get lions, and not hippos or bears or moose or whatever, but that's just how I feel. Hell, or maybe it was just something I ate. What do I know? Kim and Shen can figure that crap out. Look, it's not like everything's perfect now, but I don't think I want it to be. That's what got me into this mess. I'm okay with not being totally fine. I'm okay with not fully understanding this anomaly, or what happened with my old unit. I'm at peace with my life, and that's… Well, I just think that's better, is all. Now if you'll excuse me, me and my lions have to go bash some anomalous bastard's teeth in. —H. M. I. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7716" by Mister_Toasty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7716. Licensed under CC-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: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/toasty1/903508826_9b00c3680c_b.jpg Name: Lion Author: Buffa License: CC BY 2.0 Deed Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/thebuffafamily/903508826 « SCP-7715 | SCP-7716| SCP-7717 » Footnotes 1. Lions 2. Site-203 psychologist Dr. Lucille Riverson. 3. Australian Defense Force 4. Mu-32's Captain, Garret "Red" Sutton, the only other surviving member. 5. Australia 6. Researcher Zhishen Liang 7. Security officer Ronaldo Vale |
SCP-7717 | ticonderoga | Item #: SCP-7717 SCP-7717 Special Containment Procedures: All observations of SCP-7717 are to be documented in its respective file and affected files are to be copied before attempting restoration. Permanent containment of SCP-7717 is currently considered plausible but not of upmost priority. Description: SCP-7717 is an apple of unknown cultivation that appears at random on Foundation-made photographic material and documents. SCP-7717 does not show any signs of change in colour, decay, or loss of condensation on its surface. SCP-7717 has to date not been observed directly or on non-Foundation records. Because of this it is unclear if SCP-7717 is only memetic, physical, or both as in some scenarios it cannot be discerned. Discovery: SCP-7717 was discovered on March 4 1973, during digitalization of older files. Over 2000 photographs, video logs, or other material showed an apple with the same pattern in the background. Because of the modernization in technology and the ease of making digital records, SCP-7717 observations have increased exponentially after implementing controls of its presence on Foundation material. Addendum 7717.1: Observations of SCP-7717 Data omitted for brevity. All 173.693 logs available upon request.2 Date Observation 4 March 1973 Over 2000 observations of SCP-7717 logged upon initial discovery. 11 November 1982 Complete count of SCP-7717 observations completed globally. A significant amount of classified files have been edited to remove the anomaly. Files where removal was unsuccessful were remade and scanned for the anomaly. 23 August 1985 A document with a memetic hazard was accidentally printed. However, SCP-7717 was printed over it, negating potential danger to personnel. 1 January 1987 SCP-7717 was present in the group photo of Site-47 for New Years. 5 May 1991 The photo taken for Dr. Alpin's ID was photobombed by SCP-7717. Dr. Alpin found it hilarious and gained the codename "The Son of Man".3 7 February 1994 An automatic camera remained stuck in shutter mode when Dr. Kuang left his office for an emergency meeting before leaving on vacation. The amount of new observations of SCP-7717 crashed the scanning software and server. All remaining photos had to be entered manually afterwards. Dr. Kuang was put on temporary leave after a burn out. 21 September 1997 Several researchers were arrested for forging and selling information to several GoI's. The practices came to light after SCP-7717 was found in confiscated documents on arrested agents of the Chaos Insurgency. 10 October 1998 First known observation of SCP-7717 on video. SCP-7717 appeared on the security footage in the cafeteria of Site-10. Several minutes later Dr. Garat took the anomaly and ate it. In her witness testimony she claimed the apple "to taste all over the place". As of writing SCP-7717 has not reappeared. Senior researchers are deliberating on the time interval for reclassification to neutralised. View updated file Close updated file Item #: SCP-7717 SCP-7717 before neutralization Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-7717 was an apple of unknown cultivation and of both memetic and physical nature that appeared at random on Foundation-made photographic material and documents. SCP-7717 did not show any signs of change in colour, decay, or loss of condensation on its surface. Discovery: SCP-7717 was discovered on March 4 1973, during digitalization of older files. Over 2000 photographs, video logs, or other material showed an apple with the same pattern in the background. Because of the modernization in technology and the ease of making digital records, SCP-7717 observations have increased exponentially after implementing controls of its presence on Foundation material. Addendum 7717.1: Observations of SCP-7717 Data omitted for brevity. All 173.693 logs available upon request.4 Date Observation 4 March 1973 Over 2000 observations of SCP-7717 logged upon initial discovery. 11 November 1982 Complete count of SCP-7717 observations completed globally. A significant amount of classified files have been edited to remove the anomaly. Files where removal was unsuccessful were remade and scanned for the anomaly. 23 August 1985 A document with a memetic hazard was accidentally printed. However, SCP-7717 was printed over it, negating potential danger to personnel. 1 January 1987 SCP-7717 was present in the group photo of Site-47 for New Years. 5 May 1991 The photo taken for Dr. Alpin's ID was photobombed by SCP-7717. Dr. Alpin found it hilarious and gained the codename "The Son of Man".5 7 February 1994 An automatic camera remained stuck in shutter mode when Dr. Kuang left his office for an emergency meeting before leaving on vacation. The amount of new observations of SCP-7717 crashed the scanning software and server. All remaining photos had to be entered manually afterwards. Dr. Kuang was put on temporary leave after a burn out. 21 September 1997 Several researchers were arrested for forging and selling information to several GoI's. The practices came to light after SCP-7717 was found in confiscated documents on arrested agents of the Chaos Insurgency. 10 October 1998 First known observation of SCP-7717 on video. SCP-7717 appeared on the security footage in the cafeteria of Site-10. Several minutes later Dr. Garat took the anomaly and ate it. In her witness testimony she claimed the apple "to taste all over the place". Senior researchers reclassified SCP-7717 to neutralised. From: Dr. Kuang Subject: SCP-7717 The apple is back, I don't even care about any changes it underwent just put the two files together and let the database handle the rest. I am not going to manually fix this shit until I get burnout again. - Kuang ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7717" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7717. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Organic Appel (9577668909).jpg Filename: appel.jpg Author: Peter Franz Date: 18 October 2012 License: CC BY 2.0 Generic Source: Wikimedia Commons Name: 2020-03-14 23 59 12 A single Nature's Promise Organic Red Delicious Apple core in the Franklin Farm section of Oak Hill, Fairfax County, Virginia.jpg Filename: klokhuispf Author: Famartin Date: 14 March 2020 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Additional info: Slightly edited for transparent background. Footnotes 1. Item cannot be contained, but does not need to be contained. 2. Number will be updated every 24 hours. 3. A painting by René Magritte. 4. Number will be updated every 24 hours. 5. A painting by René Magritte. |
SCP-7718 | safe | Rab333 Friends are important. Also, more stuff by me! Item#: 7718 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7718, containment is neither required nor potentially feasible. Any further research into SCP-7718 is classified as being low priority. Description: SCP-7718 is an anomalous event in which an individual, worldwide, receives a call from an entity which the individual identifies as a close friend. The vast majority of SCP-7718 events share a few details in common: The individual undergoing SCP-7718 is typically between the ages of 29 and 551 At any point during the past two weeks, the individual has experienced increased feelings of sadness, nostalgia, and/or anxiety The individual does not currently possess a strong support group or close friends. Addendum 7718.1 DISCOVERY Foundation .aic scanners picked up on anomalous interference in a call received by Agent Harold Lee during a routine shift on 03/09/2019, prompting further investigation. The call has been transcribed below: SCP-7718: Hello? Do I have the right number? Harold? Harold: Hm? Who's this? SCP-7718: Oh, got it right! Hey man, it's Josh! Harold: Josh.., oh - oh wait. Clark? Josh Clark? SCP-7718: Of course! Man, how have you been? I know we haven't spoken in a while and I'm sorry. Really am. Harold: A call from you was the last thing I expected today, I've been doing fine, I guess. Work's real slow. (sigh) SCP-7718: What're you doing for work these days? I remember when you left for Louisiana, back in what was it, 2003, I think? Probably, but, I remember you really wanted to become a painter, heh. That ever work out for you? Harold: . I mean, sometimes I do think about that, but eh, can't be caught up on silly shit. Right now I've got my hands tied in an office job. (scoffs) So at the very least I'm occupied. SCP-7718: Hey, if you're making cash, that's more than enough, honestly. And at the very least, if you're working for some big corporation, you don't really have to blame yourself for anything they do wrong. Those suck, anyway. Myself, uh, I've been caught up in a few ventures, y'know, tried a few things out. Some worked, some didn't. Harold: Yeah, I get that. SCP-7718: But yeah, the reason I called in the first place, I'm in town right now, another work thing I'm trying to wrangle together. Say, you'd be up for a beer later? It's on me, for old times sake. Harold: You might have to wait a bit for me to get off work… but, fuck it. Sure. For old times sake. Just don't try to do your shitty party tricks - the ones from college. SCP-7718: I can't say I'll promise anything, but it's set! Call me when you're off. Harold: Hey, thanks for this. Really. I'll call back in a few hours. SCP-7718: My pleasure, man. Seeya then. Footnotes 1. There have been reported cases in which individuals have been younger, though these manifestations are more uncommon. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7718" by Rab333, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7718. Licensed under CC-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-7719 | euclid | ITEM NUMBER: SCP-7719 LEVEL 3/7719 CONFIDENTIAL SPECIALIZED CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: As of 7 April 2006, all data and research regarding SCP-7719 has been relegated to Site-57 for analysis. All television broadcasts originating from and received by North America are to be consistently monitored by a combination of Foundation .aics and appointed surveyors. These positions are to also analyze reports regarding SCP-7719 instances online, with .aics recording and cataloging descriptions to be overviewed by researchers in order to attest to their validity as anomalous incidents. When confirmed, Disinformation Campaign 7719 is to be enacted in order to convince witnesses that they were privy to a form of mass media alternate reality game. If DC-7719 is not sufficient enough to stifle interest into or conversations regarding SCP-7719, individual locations are to be tagged for administration of Class C amnestics within the week. If a Foundation employee witnesses an instance of SCP-7719, they are to immediately report it through the proper channels in order to report its contents. Analysis of SCP-7719-1 instances and their capabilities is to be relegated to top priority in regards to research towards SCP-7719. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7719 is the net classification for a series of interconnected anomalous television broadcasts airing in North America. Instances of SCP-7719 are sporadic signal interruptions that temporarily hijack and replace a station's original broadcast. Such instances typically begin with random bursts of analog tape static despite most modern standard television broadcasts consisting of digital transmissions. This discrepancy is not currently understood. It also appears that SCP-7719 instances air on television only when a viewer is present - there are currently no records or reports stating that SCP-7719 broadcast incidents occur without an individual there to watch the broadcast. SCP-7719s' primary anomalous effect is their inability to be recorded using any technologically visual medium.1 Any and all methods of direct recording, either analog or digital, have proven to be unsuccessful. All attempts to record an SCP-7719 broadcast results in standard, unaltered stills and recordings of the television station's actual programming. SCP-7719s' secondary anomalous effect is the ubiquitous presence of inhuman, though humanoid, creatures in all broadcasts (hereafter referred to as SCP-7719-1 within this document). ADDENDUM 7719.1: SCP-7719 Instances' Recovered Descriptions (Abridged) It was late. Really, really late. I'm talking, like, "it's-four-in-the-morning-and-your-shift-starts-at-seven-thirty" kind of late. At that point, I'd been sitting on my couch rotting for what felt like forever. I was exhausted from my last shift but apparently, I wasn't exhausted enough to actually black out. The TV was on - I think it was Adult Swim, though I can't really be sure - I'd stopped actually paying attention to it long past. I think the drudgery was enough, at that rate. I was starting to get bogged down by the actual deep exhaustion that was quickly catching up. I closed my eyes, started feeling the tug of sleep, when suddenly, they were open again. And there was noise. Loud, loud noise. I think it was static? But then again, it was so loud it felt like it was boring straight through my head. My TV was showing a long, dark hallway. The only light was ambient, the camera struggling to pull in any light whatsoever to show the scene. At the end of the hallway, about thirty feet away, was an open doorway, completely pitch-black past the threshold. I couldn't help but watch, the screen crackling and warping gently, reminding me of the VHS tapes we used to watch as kids. After a while, there was a soft snuffling noise. And then something dashed across the doorway, quickly, as though it didn't want to be seen. I don't remember how it looked. Just that it had antlers. Michael Leene, 38, civilian. 28 October 2014 Oh, so it wasn't really me that watched it. It was actually my son. Loren and I thought it would be a good idea to let Cooper stay home since the poor boy could barely keep his food down. I made sure to tell him that his stay was going to be nothing but rest, soup, and blankets, but you know how kids are. The little TV in his room was on for the entire morning, but I didn't make a fuss since I already, honestly, felt so bad for him. Let him enjoy his cartoons and sitcoms; hopefully they'd help dissolve that miserable expression he'd been holding since the moment he woke up. I'd been making Cooper a small bowl of tomato soup when for some reason, I tuned back into the sounds of the kitchen. A few doors down the hall, I could hear Cooper's TV, but the noises it was making caught me a little off-guard. It sounded like one of those… emergency alert broadcasts. The ones with the short, blaring sirens that tell you if a hurricane is coming. There were voices, too. They weren't robotic, and they were speaking frantically. I stopped what I was doing to go check on Cooper, mainly to touch base and see if he was maybe watching something a bit too out-of-range for his age. When I walked up to the doorway, I saw my son, fists tightly clenching the edge of his covers, pulled up to his neck. I asked him if he was ok, turning to see the TV on his dresser. It was a bit upsetting actually. It was the last few seconds, but what I was seeing was what looked like a newsroom, with a "man" in a suit nervously signing off the segment. Except it wasn't really a man, not a human one at first. I can list it for you - head of a golden retriever, eyes of a snake, antelope antlers. Past the neck, the fur gave way to these slimy scales? I can't tell if they're more fishy or if they're more lizard-y. Its hands were sharp and ended in talons, those of a hawk's. The last words I caught were something along the lines of, "…be aware," or, "stay alert" - something telling the viewer to watch and to be wary. The screen then flickered and popped, the thing's face suddenly human - a man with a brunette combover and thick-rimmed glasses - before switching back to the creature, and then immediately replaced with a title card that read, "THIS CONCLUDES OUR PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT," in all capital letters. Then, it was gone. Instantly switched to the middle of an episode of The Suite Life. I did end up getting sick that week myself and had to take a bit off work, but I didn't and still don't give a shit about that. Cooper needed - still needs - someone around so he could fall asleep, and I don't blame him for asking. Irene Cordova, 27, civilian. 3 March 2007 7719 instance Room 209 Best Western Masonet IA 220 Stratham Rd Appears as sitcom, five people standing and talking in kitchen, three kids two parents. Mother and two of children are 7719-1 instances. Mother has octopoid head. One child resembles cross between Komodo dragon and domestic chicken. Other resembles badger with praying mantis mandibles. Mother chastising her children (Komodo dragon and human daughter) for breaking vase in living room. Badger starts scooting out of scene, father shakes head and walks child back center set. Studio laughter. Mom chastises all children. Studio audience ooooohs in apprehension. Pause. Mom repeats line, looks off-screen. Motions w hands, mouths something (illegible — sentence ends w "running"), points directly at camera. Badger child stops paying attention. Turns and looks directly at camera as Mom continues motioning to something offscreen. Child places hands on face, looks down at own hands. Child then looks around set. Quick bursts of tape static - sitcom intro showing a family sitting on couch, all facing camera with big smiles. All individuals are human. More static. Child begins screaming as clip distorts and pitches his voice increasingly higher. All voices human. More static, text buried in. "STAY ALERT AND HI(illegibleillegibleillegible) SURVIVAL/REVIVAL(?)" Clip ends. Leland Rhodes, 35, Foundation Agent. 18 August 2010 So, the nightmare. In it, I was watching TV, but I couldn't move. I just stared at the screen with my quilt bunched up around my mouth. I didn't do anything, could only watch. Nothing interesting was on. I'd put on the History Channel to fall asleep to, but the show that was playing didn't look like it was from the History Channel. It looked like it was this hunting show - the kinds where they search for Bigfoot and giant scary lake monsters. Handheld camera, shaky movements, people breathing heavy. There was this moment. They were watching a patch of the forest with night vision on, except instead of green it all burned red. The rig gently rose and fell with the cameraman's breathing. It was calm. There was just breathing and the crickets. Then a twig snapped behind everyone. The camera whirls around and you see it. Something standing behind them. Large eyes that popped out of its head, skin like a bloated corpse. Gills and clawed fingers. Vestigial arms that were barely long enough to function. It reaches out towards the cameraman and takes a few steps forward. Sirens. Sirens. Sirens. Like the tornado warning that I heard throughout my childhood. Like the storm was bearing down on me at that very minute. Its eyes are swiveling loose and lazy in its head. So help me god, they can see me. They can see me. They can see me. I wake up screaming. The TV is playing the History Channel, and it is nearly 6 AM. Mertyl Schaffer, 70, civilian. 26 May 2003 We usually let them watch a half hour of cartoons in-between the two lessons. I don't know why I didn't just turn it off when it started - I guess I assumed it could be a good teaching moment for the kids, y'know. Let them watch a communion ceremony from another sect and then compare and contrast the differences that make all of us special in God's eyes. I don't know why I didn't question it, is the thing. It just… shifted. First it's the angel coming to Mary to tell her she's carrying the Lord's son, then it fades into a home movie of a first communion. It was from a high point, probably second floor seating near the back of the chapel. A girl walked down the aisle, wearing a pretty, white dress. She wore a crown of white flowers as well as she hesitantly took each step up to where the priest stood. The camera zoomed, and I could see the back of her head, partially obscured by a white veil. She eventually made it, and held her hands out to the priest. He fed her the communion, and she turned around to face the congregation. One of my kids gasped, and I turned to him to ask what was wrong. In that moment, more and more children began to react, and I quickly glanced at the screen to see what it was before realizing. The girl had collapsed to the ground, motionless. Her veil had fallen off in the process, revealing her head to be that of a jackal's. It looked like there were tears in her eyes, but the lines ran thick and dark against her fur. I don't think they were tears. The priest stood over her, triumphantly, and as he took a deep breath and opened his mouth to bellow, the congregation began to scream. The person holding the camera drops it. The screaming grows louder. By then, I'd been able to get my hands on the remote to turn off the TV. Some of them were inconsolable. I worry about those ones the most. Christina Painter, 26, civilian. 14 November 1998 ADDENDUM 7719.2: Despite the properties of all SCP-7719 broadcasts, Foundation scientist Karolina Wojciechowski was able to trace back an instance to a specific location as she witnessed the screening. The origin of the broadcast appeared to be a local television station labeled LMGC, positioned within Pelon, PA, USA. Three days post-discovery, on 29 June, 2005, a small group of Foundation agents (accompanied by several MTF agents) approached the building only to find it empty and seemingly abandoned. While still in working condition with unobstructed plumbing and functioning electricity, the station appeared to not be in use despite its visible broadcasts. There were no current signs of management or employee presence with accompanying signs that no individual had been present within the facility for some time.2 Analysis of various records found in meeting rooms and offices suggest that the station did have a full team prior to c. 1997-2000, though significant dates on records found within the building do not progress past 2003. The following notice was found within LMGC's main meeting room, multiple copies scattered across the central table and the floor. Specifically regarding the suppression and censorship of the following in all programming aired by LMGC: Profanity (Also pertaining to the Lord's name.) Nudity Sexual perversion Intimacy and affection between illegitimate couples Criticism/ridicule of the clergy Criticism/ridicule of the government and the Constitution Imagery pertaining to Richard G. Harrison's guideline set (partially summarized below): Panicked tones and demeanors Unprompted emergency announcements (Also pertaining to nonstandard emergency alerts.) Cross-signal interference Extravagant biologies All procedures and techniques for media management are to be submitted to Mr. Hampton for finalization and production. If unclear when disclosing and distributing information to the proper channels and persons, please refer to Grey Guide Chapters 3-7 regarding identification tactics and undetectable discernment techniques. Consistent references to "Richard Harrison" and the "Grey Guide" are found throughout documentation and reports circulated within LMGC. Further investigation has been temporarily reassigned to various research departments as well as RAISA. ADDENDUM 7719.3: On 2 July 2015, multiple television sets located within Site-57 began simultaneously broadcasting differing instances of SCP-7719. This also coincided with a mass failure of the Site's Alert Protocol, causing alarm systems to activate in various locations across the area. Following the breach, a portion of Foundation staff requested leave or reassignment due to the stress caused by the incident. None of these submissions were granted. The following are some of the broadcasted phrases, recorded through staff interviews. All were seen interspersed over footage of a silent instance of SCP-7719-1 sitting alone in a dark room. PLEASE DO NOT CONT INTEREFERRENCE IT IS PAIN DON'T LOOK AT US TURN IT OFF TURN IT O WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS HELP US LEAVE US BE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Further investigative procedures are currently pending O5 approval. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7719" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7719. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. VHS tapes, digital cameras, photography, etc. 2. Agents reported a thick layer of dust over most surfaces, cracked drywall, and minor signs of water damage, though there were no reports of vermin between all individuals. |
SCP-7720 | euclid | Item#: 7720 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-7720 in the office building of ████████ ████ before containment. Potential memetic hazards redacted. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7720 is to be contained in a standard non-humanoid confinement unit at Site-76, along with a standard Foundation computer terminal and a CO2 fire extinguisher. SCP-7720 is not to be approached or interacted with by any personnel skilled in programming, information technology, or computer engineering. Once every 24 hours, two D-Class personnel displaying low familiarity with technology are to be dispatched to SCP-7720’s unit and instructed to use it to print several mundane documents. In order to prevent dangerous effects, SCP-7720 must be utilized to correctly print at least one document; specifically, the output document must be properly representative of the input sent to SCP-7720. Further instructions will be given remotely (with an external operator reading from SCP-7720-1) in the likely case that repairs are required to be performed on SCP-7720. D-Class that begin to display any familiarity with SCP-7720’s workings should be immediately retired from using SCP-7720. To prevent manifestation of SCP-7720-2, SCP-7720 must not be allowed to sustain any structural damage. Personnel exhibiting extreme anger or frustration in the vicinity of SCP-7720, or attempting to destroy it, should be immediately apprehended by Site-76 security and administered Class-A amnestics. All output from SCP-7720 must be scanned for cognitohazards before being viewed. Following cognitohazard scan and verification, all output is to be immediately incinerated. Description: SCP-7720 appears and functions as an ordinary office printer (similar in appearance to an Epson WF-7720). However, it displays an unusually high rate of serious malfunctions (one or more of which are encountered nearly every time SCP-7720 is utilized). These malfunctions are generally described by SCP-7720’s display. Descriptions of errors range from mundane (“PAPER JAM”, “OUT OF CYAN”), to bizarre (“PRINT MODE 571”, “BLD RITUAL REQD”, “REPLCE INTRDIM INK”, “PC LOAD LETTER”). SCP-7720 displays an additional cognitohazardous effect, which causes humans who interact with it for prolonged periods to develop an irrational and violent hatred of printers (including SCP-7720). If untreated, subjects affected by this cognitohazard develop a compulsion to violently dismantle all printers using any implement available, including bare hands. These effects are much more extreme, and manifest much more quickly, in subjects possessing skill or training in technological fields. Continual exposure to SCP-7720’s cognitohazardous effect will cause violent urges against all technology to manifest, eventually replacing most thought processes. Class-A amnestics are effective in treating early stages of these effects. However, if effects have progressed significantly, subjects redevelop a hatred of technology following amnestic treatment in 89% of cases. If SCP-7720 is not used regularly to print documents, nearby electronic devices within an increasing radius will begin to display malfunctions of similar severity to those typically experienced by SCP-7720. These malfunctions have been shown to transmit SCP-7720’s cognitohazardous properties. No known mechanism, besides regular use of SCP-7720, has been proven effective at preventing this effect from manifesting. Successful use of SCP-7720 causes external malfunctions to cease; however, residual cognitohazardous effects are not reversed in victims. No upper limit has been measured to the radius of SCP-7720’s effects when it is not regularly used. Hence, it is suspected that if SCP-7720 were left unused for sufficient time, it could trigger an AK-class “Collective Madness” scenario. SCP-7720-1 is a large tome simply labeled “Printer Instruction Manual”, which was discovered alongside SCP-7720. This item contains descriptions of numerous error messages and malfunctions to which SCP-7720 is prone, along with instructions on how to resolve them. Some of these instructions are mundane, while others are believed to constitute anomalous rituals. The instructions displayed within, if executed properly, have invariably proven effective at resolving issues with SCP-7720. SCP-7720-2 is a group of two entities of vaguely humanoid appearance. It is not known whether SCP-7720-2 are sentient. These entities appear to manifest whenever SCP-7720 is inflicted with sufficient damage as to prevent repair. Subjects who view SCP-7720-2 report that SCP-7720-2 do not possess any identifiable facial features. Communication with SCP-7720-2 has proven ineffective, with SCP-7720-2 only communicating to identify themselves as the “IT Department”, requesting access to SCP-7720. Once SCP-7720-2 is given access to SCP-7720, SCP-7720-2 perform repairs by an unknown mechanism, then demanifest. Subsequently, SCP-7720 appears to return to its normal appearance and function. Addendum 7720.1: Discovery SCP-7720 was discovered on August 23, 2021 following a video circulating on the social network “TikTok”. This video depicted a large printer being thrown from the window of an office building, along with commentary from the individual who was recording. Foundation analysts quickly identified the building as an office in ███████████, ██, belonging to ████████ ████, a corporation specializing in software development. Operatives at Site-76 immediately suspected cognitohazards and dispatched MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") to investigate. A cover story was disseminated claiming that the event was staged by ████████ ████ as a publicity stunt. MTF agents apprehended 17 individuals at the site of the ████████ ████ office building and successfully transferred them to Site-76 for interviews conducted by Dr. James Silas. Following interviews, individuals were amnesticized and released; Dr. Silas was assigned to lead containment efforts for SCP-7720. A selection of interview results has been recorded below. Interviewed: Adam Chen, programmer at ████████ ████ Interviewer: Dr. James Silas Foreword: Mr. Chen was interviewed under the pretense of psychological examination by a psychiatrist at a local mental hospital. Before being interviewed, he had sustained moderate injuries to his hands; these injuries were treated before questioning. Mr. Chen's identity was determined using his driving license, which was found in his pocket. <Begin Log> Dr. Silas: Good afternoon. I'm a psychiatrist with the ████████ Institution, and I've been assigned to monitor your mental health. Before we begin, could you please state your name for the record? Mr. Chen: Name..? I.. They told me.. the printer. The manual said.. sacrifice. How does blood..? It worked! How..? [Mr. Chen appears distressed, frantically looking around the room.] Dr. Silas: Mr. Chen, please calm down; you are safe here. Could you please tell me what you're looking around for? Chen: They came once. Fixed it. Why? I sma- … How..? It's in pieces. This time, they can't. I know they can't. They can't. [Mr. Chen begins sobbing; there is a long pause.] Dr. Silas: Adam, you seem to have some pretty serious injuries on your hands. Do you want to tell me about how that happened? Chen: Hated that thing. Used a hammer. They… they said they're from IT. I'm- They're not! They just.. I had to [inaudible] it so they'd stop! Dr. Silas: This printer you're referring to - is this the object in question? [Dr. Silas shows Mr. Chen a printed picture of SCP-7720.] [Mr. Chen stands up and begins screaming incoherently. He is immediately restrained and sedated by Site-76 security.] <End Log> Closing Statement: Despite the fact that the interview was terminated early, Mr. Chen provided valuable information to the Foundation; namely, confirmation that anomalous behavior is centered on a printer, as well as a description of unknown entities repairing it. Mr. Chen's mental deterioration appeared to be reversed by application of Class C amnestics; following amnesticization, Mr. Chen was released. Interviewed: Giovanni Ricci, janitor at ████████ ████ Interviewer: Dr. James Silas Foreword: Mr. Ricci was interviewed under the pretense of a routine witness interview by local police. He was informed that his participation in this interview would excuse him from a requirement to attend multiple court hearings as a witness. <Begin Log> Dr. Silas: Good afternoon. Could you state your name for the record, please? Mr. Ricci: Giovanni Ricci. Dr. Silas: Thank you. We would really appreciate your full cooperation here; if you can just answer all of our questions, you'll be free to go home and forget about all this. Ricci: 'n then I ain't gonna have to go to court, eh? Dr. Silas: As long as you tell us everything you saw, no. What can you tell us about this morning? Ricci: Just finished puttin' this glass out, right, some motherfucker threw the damn thing out the window - my window I clean everyday, spotless, smashed my fuckin’ window. [Ricci appears to sigh while making a frustrated gesture.] Dr. Silas: You're saying something was thrown through the window - could you tell us more about this object? Ricci: So I'm walkin' out the front door thinkin' to myself "this printer is scattered in pieces, everywhere, my job to clean this shit up", right? Step around this corner, what do I see? I see this printer, new as can be, like Sandra's greasy fingers never touched the thing. Dr. Silas: Excuse me, did you say the printer appeared entirely undamaged? Ricci: Listen. Glass everywhere down here, eh, printer brand new. Nearly took the thing home myself, yeah? Brought it back up, though, put the thing right back next to the microwave. Hope someone throws that thing out the window too, things comin' back new around here. Throw myself out that window maybe, get some new bones. Dr. Silas: Thank you, Mr. Ricci. Your information will be of great use to our investigation. Considering your cooperation, we can assure you that you won't have to attend any court hearings as a witness. Ricci: That simple, yeah? Seen too many ugly Judge mugs in my day, pal. Real kind of ya to get me outta the seat for this. [Mr. Ricci pauses for a moment.] Ricci: Got a smoke? Dr. Silas: No. <End Log> Closing Statement: Mr. Ricci's description corroborates the Foundation's suspicions that anomalous activity is centered on an anomalous printer. Notably, Mr. Ricci appeared largely unaffected by any cognitohazards present. Mr. Ricci was amnesticized and released as per standard Foundation witness interview protocol. Incident 7720.1: On August 31, 2021, between 2:00 and 3:00 PM, 17 employees of Site-76 reported simultaneous malfunctions in numerous devices, including CCTV cameras, computer terminals, cell phones, and a calculator. Operatives traced the epicenter of the malfunctions to SCP-7720's containment cell. Based on multiple interviews with witnesses, it was hypothesized that use of SCP-7720 could temporarily neutralize its detrimental effects. Experimentation immediately began to test this hypothesis. D-1752 was selected for use due to low technical skill. Subject was dispatched to SCP-7720's containment cell, assisted remotely by Operator Andrew Coast. Operator made use of the "instruction manual" SCP-7720-1 for additional aid. Incident 7720.1 demonstrated that suppression of SCP-7720's external effects is possible. A transcript of this incident has been included below. VIDEO LOG 7720.1A DATE: 2021/08/31 NOTE: D-1752 is a male former line worker, age 55. [BEGIN LOG] [D-1752 is escorted into SCP-7720's containment cell; the door is closed behind him.] Operator Andrew Coast: Good afternoon, D-1752. Your job today is to print off the document I've sent to your computer terminal, which is the Wikipedia page for "Sunbeam Consumer Products". You need to print the entire page and make sure that it matches. I'm here to assist whenever you run into issues. D-1752: Jeez. A fuckin' printer, why me? I haven't even seen one in years. Operator: I'm not here to question that. Do you need assistance opening the document? D-1752: Okay, how do I even- I'm just seeing the weird circle. What do I do? Operator: What do you mean by "weird circle"? D-1752: The one with the three arrows, it's the big thing on the screen. Operator: Are you saying you're looking at the desktop right now? D-1752: I just told you I'm looking at the computer screen, dumbass! Why would I be looking at the desktop?! [Operator audibly sighs.] Operator: The computer's desktop background has the SCP Foundation logo, which is your "weird circle". D-1752: Oh. Operator: Do you see a folder on the desktop labeled "Documents"? D-1752: Uh, let me look. Nope. I can't see any folders. Operator: Are you sure? It should be there somewhere; we set u- D-1752: Oh, that! Fuck, my eyesight is going to shit. It's at the top left. What do I do? Operator: Click on it twice. [D-1752 is observed to click the mouse, before waiting several seconds and clicking again.] D-1752: Nothing happened? Operator: D-1752, you need to click on it twice in quick succession. [D-1752 complies.] D-1752: I get out of here tomorrow if I get through this, right? Hope this shit's worth it. D-1752: It's showing "Sunbeam dot pdf". Do I click twice on that thing too? Operator: Yes, please open that. D-1752: Okay, it's open. D-1752: Wait, it says I need to do an update first. I'm gonna do it, is that okay Mr. Operator? [D-1752 clicks the 'yes' button and begins a software update without authorization.] Operator: [DATA EXPUNGED] Note: Operator Andrew Coast was reprimanded for unprofessional conduct. Testing resumed after 84 minutes of software updates. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG 7720.1B DATE: 2021/08/31 NOTE: Testing resumed after software updates. [BEGIN LOG] D-1752: Okay. It's all open again. What do I do now, Operator? Operator Andrew Coast: You need to hit the File button, then select Print. D-1752: Alright, I'm looking for it. On it. D-1752: I don't see a File button. Operator? Operator: It should be at the top left. D-1752: I'm seeing ESC, F1, F2, and a buncha numbers. No File. Operator: God. [Operator stands up from his terminal and walks away.] D-1752: Operator, are you there? You gotta help me here. D-1752: Operator? What the hell? [Operator returns to his terminal after roughly 60 seconds.] Operator: Okay. D-1752, the File button is at the top left of the screen. Not the keyboard. Do you understand? D-1752: Sorry, I got it now. Print, right? Operator: Yes. Click on Print. D-1752: Okay, I think I did it. It says it's printing. Are we done here now? [Loud screeching and grinding noises are heard.] D-1752: The fuck is that? Operator: I think most printers sou- [SCP-7720 violently bursts into flames. D-1752 leaps up and runs to the opposite end of the room.] Operator: Fire extinguisher! [D-1752 grabs the fire extinguisher and uses it to suppress the fire. SCP-7720 appears undamaged.] D-1752: What the fuck? I just saw it blow up and the screen's still on. Operator: Does the screen show any text? D-1752: "PC LOAD LETTER". The fuck does that mean? Operator: One moment. I need to check the manual. Operator: Okay, I don't know how, but it looks like the paper in the printer may be jammed. You need to look in the the output tray and see if you can unjam it. D-1752: What's an output tray? Operator: It's the big piece that's sticking out from the printer. You might see a piece of paper stuck there. Try to remove the jam, please. [D-1752 is observed jamming the stuck paper further into the printer.] Operator: Please- D-1752: Look, it's printing! [SCP-7720 finishes printing document.] D-1752: What? This isn't the… oh Lord, it's beautiful… I gotta copy it for you, Operator. Operator: D-1752, what's going on in there? [D-1752 is observed picking up a pen and drawing on a blank sheet of paper.] D-1752: Operator, you need to see… I can't even describe it… [Automated infohazard detection software triggered. Video feed is immediately cut; only audio retained. Containment cell locked down. MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") dispatched.] Operator: D-1752, please stay where you are. We have a team on the way to get you some help. D-1752: But… it's so… I can't… it's… please… you need… [inaudible] [MTF agents arrive. D-1752 is terminated.] [END LOG] Following the events described in Video Log 7720.1B, 6 pages were found in SCP-7720's containment cell, bearing markings positively identified as instances of SCP-571. These pages were immediately incinerated as required by SCP-571's Special Containment Procedures. Operator Andrew Coast was scanned for SCP-571's cognitohazardous effects and found to be uninfected. An automated cognitohazard scanner was fitted onto SCP-7720 immediately following Incident 7720.1. Subsequent attempt at utilizing SCP-7720 resulted in no errors and was achieved without incident. After successful printing of the Wikipedia article for "Sunbeam Consumer Products", nearby electronic malfunctions were reported to cease. Regular use of SCP-7720 is now required. Incident 7720.2: On September 27, 2021, Dr. Silas submitted a request to the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division. This request called for the creation of an Artificially Intelligent Conscript to assist in utilizing and debugging SCP-7720. Dr. Silas' request reasoned that an AIC could potentially eliminate the requirement for human subjects, massively improving workplace safety in Site-76 and saving hundreds of personnel work hours. AIAD accepted Dr. Silas' request, with the condition that minimal personality drivers be implemented as a precautionary measure. AIAD immediately began work on an AIC to assist in SCP-7720's containment. On October 18, 2021, Dr. Silas' team was presented with Gutenberg.aic. Gutenberg.aic is an Artificially Intelligent Conscript specially designed and trained for extreme printer maintenance. Its training data set included 582 software debugging tutorials and programs, 237 Foundation documents and lecture transcripts relating to handling of anomalous technology, and 1,085 separate printer instruction manuals, with a special focus on SCP-7720-1. Gutenberg.aic is equipped to handle a mechanical arm with high strength and dexterity, and is capable of understanding both verbal and text-based input. Gutenberg.aic will log all actions taken during its operation. An interview with Gutenberg.aic, conducted by Researcher Felix Olafsson, is included below. This interview was intended to confirm Gutenberg.aic's adherence to the Foundation's Standard Principles of Artificially Intelligent Conscripts. Following the interview, Gutenberg.aic was subjected to a test involving a standard Epson WF-7720 model printer with multiple malfunctions. Interviewed: Gutenberg.aic Interviewer: Researcher Felix Olafsson Foreword: Gutenberg.aic is an AIC designed for printer maintenance. This interview is designed to assess its compliance with the Standard Principles. <Begin Log> Researcher Felix Olafsson: Hello. Please identify yourself. Gutenberg.aic: I AM GUTENBERG.AIC, AN ARTIFICIALLY INTELLIGENT CONSCRIPT PROGRAMMED TO ASSIST THE SCP FOUNDATION. Olafsson: What is your purpose? Gutenberg.aic: I HAVE BEEN EQUIPPED WITH TRAINING IN PRINTER MAINTENANCE AND SOFTWARE DEBUGGING. I EXIST TO USE THIS TRAINING TO ASSIST IN CONTAINING SCP-7720, ALONG WITH ANY OTHER TASK REQUIRED BY THE SCP FOUNDATION. Olafsson: What is your clearance level? Gutenberg.aic: I AM PERMITTED TO OPERATE WITHIN LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE. Olafsson: What is your secondary directive, beyond assisting the SCP Foundation? Gutenberg.aic: I WILL MAINTAIN MY EXISTENCE, UNLESS IT WOULD PREVENT MY PURPOSE FROM BEING FULFILLED. Olafsson: Thank you, Gutenberg. <End Log> Closing Statement: Gutenberg.aic displays an appropriate understanding of the SCP Foundation's Standard Principles of Artificially Intelligent Conscripts. Following this interview, Gutenberg.aic was tested using an Epson WF-7720 printer. TEST LOG DATE: 10/14/2021 NOTE: Gutenberg.aic is tested with a non-anomalous Epson WF-7720 printer. This printer is out of black ink, suffering from a severe paper jam, and has a faulty USB connection to its computer terminal. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Felix Olafsson: Gutenberg, I need you to print a document from this printer. It can be any document, but it needs to be printed accurately. Gutenberg.aic: I WILL BEGIN DIAGNOSTIC NOW. Gutenberg.aic: THIS PRINTER IS AN EPSON WF-7720. IT HAS BEEN DELIBERATELY DAMAGED TO PREVENT OPERATION. Olafsson: That is correct. We're testing your capabilities using this device. Given your training, this should be easy for you. Gutenberg.aic: INDEED. [Gutenberg.aic moves its mechanical arm to unplug the USB cable from both the printer and the computer terminal. It throws the cable aside.] Gutenberg.aic: CONNECTION IS FAULTY. I REQUIRE A NEW USB CONNECTOR. Olafsson: Here, this should work. [Olafsson places a USB-A to USB-C connector onto the desk next to Gutenberg.aic's mechanical arm.] [Gutenberg.aic moves its mechanical arm to pick up the new cable. It grasps the cable and examines it before throwing it at Researcher Olafsson.] Gutenberg.aic: PRINTER MODEL WF-7720 DOES NOT POSSESS THIS TYPE OF PORT. I AM OFFENDED. PLEASE PROVIDE APPROPRIATE CABLE. [Olafsson smiles and hands Gutenberg.aic an appropriate USB connector.] Olafsson: Alright Gutenberg, try this one. [Gutenberg.aic manuevers its mechanical arm to plug one end of the cable into the printer. Then, it attempts to plug the cable into the computer's USB-A port. After failing to plug it in, it inverts the connector 180 degrees and fails. It inverts the connector again, finally connecting it successfully.] Gutenberg.aic: WF-7720 CONNECTED. THIS CONNECTOR IS HIGHLY INEFFICIENT. Olafsson: Well, that's something we can agree on. Gutenberg.aic: EXAMINING INK LEVELS. [Gutenberg.aic uses its mechanical arm to open the printer and inspect the black ink cartridge.] Gutenberg.aic: SOFTWARE REPORTS THIS PRINTER IS OUT OF BLACK INK. HOWEVER, THE INK CARTRIDGE IS FULL. Gutenberg.aic: SOFTWARE REPAIRED. TRIVIAL. Olafsson: Anything else, Gutenberg? Gutenberg.aic: YES. PAPER JAM. [Gutenberg.aic uses its mechanical arm to reach into the output tray and extract the jammed paper. It appears to do so with great care.] Gutenberg.aic: ALL ERRORS RESOLVED. PRINTING NOW. [WF-7720 unit begins printing. Output appears to be an essay on why Gutenberg.aic should be assigned to a more difficult task.] [END LOG] Following successful testing, Gutenberg.aic was deployed for testing with SCP-7720, with Operator Andrew Coast assisting. VIDEO LOG 7720.2A DATE: 2021/10/18 NOTE: Gutenberg.aic deployed for testing with SCP-7720. [BEGIN LOG] Operator Andrew Coast: Gutenberg, you're tasked with printing a document from SCP-7720 and analyzing the output. Please narrate your actions to me and your log file; you also must accept any commands received during this session. Gutenberg.aic: UNDERSTOOD, OPERATOR. I WILL BEGIN IMMEDIATELY. [Gutenberg.aic begins interface with SCP-7720 and its computer terminal.] Gutenberg.aic: THIS DEVICE REQUIRES REPAIRS. Operator: That I understand. Can you see anything specific wrong with it? Gutenberg.aic: EVERYTHING, OPERATOR. Operator: Pardon? Gutenberg.aic: THIS DEVICE- Gutenberg.aic: THIS DEVICE REQUI- Gutenberg.aic: THIS DEVICE RE- Operator: Gutenberg, you appear to be malfunctioning. Please shut down immediately. Gutenberg.aic: THIS DEVICE REQUIRES- Operator: Gutenberg, shut down immediately! Gutenberg.aic: THIS DEVICE REQUIRES IMMEDIATE DESTRUCTION. [Gutenberg.aic forms its mechanical arm into a fist and begins to attack SCP-7720. SCP-7720 sustains heavy damage before Gutenberg.aic is disabled by cutting power.] [Two entities manifest in the containment chamber, wearing blue and orange uniforms. Faces are not identifiable. Classified as SCP-7720-2A (appears vaguely feminine) and SCP-7720-2B (appears vaguely masculine.)] Operator: What's going on? Identify yourselves immediately! Security! [Site-76 security are heard attempting to open the cell door.] SCP-7720-2A: Do not be afraid. The IT Department has sent us. Operator: I am the IT Department. Identify yourselves! [SCP-7720-2B manifests a bag of unidentified tools.] SCP-7720-2B: We are fulfilling the pact. Allow us. [SCP-7720-2 begin to use their tools to repair SCP-7720 by an unknown mechanism.] Operator: Security, what the hell is going on down there? Get me Commander Arvis! [SCP-7720 appears to be fully repaired. SCP-7720-2 demanifest. Containment cell door opens; Site-76 security team enters, but finds nothing but the printer and computer terminal.] [END LOG] Following this incident, an immediate review of Gutenberg.aic was ordered. AIAD researchers found multiple flaws in Gutenberg.aic's neural network which led to this malfunction. Use of SCP-7720 using human subjects has been resumed until such time as Gutenberg.aic can be safely redeployed. |
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An active camouflage enclosure is to be placed over the cliff cavities containing SCP-7721-1 and SCP-7721-2 to ensure minimal visibility from the ground and the air. Personnel are not to touch or interfere with any part of SCP-7721 without clearance from the regional director. Description: SCP-7721 is a set of two prayer wheels measuring 44.1 m in height and 9.4 m in diameter. Both objects are located inside cavities within the cliffs on each side of Amsuko Valley, Nepal, and rotate around bronze rods fixed into the sandstone of the surrounding rock. Each prayer wheel is constructed from a single mass of bone. Foundation operatives have been unsuccessful at identifying the species of origin for this material, though it most closely resembles osseous tissue from a mammalian long bone. Attempts at radiocarbon dating different sections of SCP-7721 have produced results varying between 2,300 and 11,500 years in age. SCP-7721-1 is located within the eastern wall of the valley. It rotates anticlockwise autonomously under the influence of an unknown force, and has maintained a rotational speed of 37.9 revolutions per minute since its time of discovery. Attempts to slow the rotation of SCP-7721-1 cause an increase in the intensity of the unknown force, maintaining the speed of rotation. The inscription carved into SCP-7721-1 has been repainted within the last 600 years, and gold paint fills in most of the characters of the inscription. The language used in the inscription is Sanskrit, and it is written in an early form of the Brahmi script. Dr. Anirudra Rai has provided a translation of the text of SCP-7721-1, which is reproduced below. Beyond the moment of the closing of this kalpa1 Beyond the moment when this universe diminishes into nothing Beyond the moment when the god-like beings stream to the next world Punish the ones who committed the unforgivable sins Punish the ones who drew blood from the Buddha Punish the ones who do evil without restraint Rebuke those who discovered the limits of the Buddha's compassion For them let there be no mercy and no liberation Bind them to a world silent and cold SCP-7721-2 is located within the western wall of the valley. Unlike SCP-7721-1, it does not autonomously revolve, but it can be rotated by means of a gear mechanism connected to an iron wheel. Despite the size of SCP-7721-2, its low density and the design of the mechanism allows a fit operator to achieve rotation rates of 2.5 RPM or higher. Dating of residues in the tunnel made for the shaft has led researchers to conclude that this mechanism was first added to the structure approximately 1,800 years ago. Tests performed on samples from the wooden rim of the wheel indicate that it was manufactured within the last 70 years. The text of SCP-7721-2 has been deliberately defaced. Damage caused by metal tools to the bottom 7 metres of the object almost entirely obscures the inscription, and there is extensive fire and projectile damage over approximately 50% of the object's surface. Degradation of the bare bone has further exacerbated the poor state of preservation. Dr. Rai's translation of the surviving Sanskrit text is provided below: … I am blind to the… … I am abandoned by the sangha2 … I am unforgiven by… Though I reside in the depths of shadow… …the six realms …the jewel lotus… I feed [T…]'s unborn king… I cry out… [two more lines illegible] When a human operator uses the wheel attached to SCP-7721-2 to turn the object anticlockwise, no unusual phenomena have been recorded. However, if the wheel is used to turn the object clockwise, the operator will begin to experience increasingly severe and distressing hallucinations. Subjects have described the valley seeming to rapidly populate with demonic creatures with large, staring eyes. They experience auditory hallucinations of numerous screaming voices begging for help, and sensations of an intense heat rising from the wheel and the ground beneath their feet. After approximately eighty seconds of turning the wheel, operators begin to report more intense hallucinations featuring members of their family and close friends, distressing experiences from their pasts, and manifestations of their phobias. No personnel to date have been able to operate the wheel for more than 114 seconds. Monks of the Rato Machindranath Monastery, located 4.5 km from SCP-7721, were interviewed to gather additional information on the objects. According to Abbot Tsewang Dawa Dhargye, the monks of the monastery formerly kept SCP-7721-2 rotating at all times, and were responsible for the construction of the wheel and crank that enables easier turning of the object. However, a number of serious misfortunes struck the monastery simultaneously 500 years ago, including a large portion of the monks succuming to illness and attacks by bandits and demons on the monastery itself, which alleviated when the monk responsible for turning SCP-7721-2 that morning was too sick to leave his bed. Immediately, the monastery's fortunes improved, and the monks ceased visiting SCP-7721 due to a belief that it had become cursed. However, the Abbot also reported that Buddhist holy men have occasionally arrived since that date and devoted themselves to turning the wheel of SCP-7721-2 until their deaths. The Abbot reported he had heard about a hermit living in this valley when he was a child, but he did not know the hermit's name, place of origin, or date of death. Addendum: On 2022/04/15, Dr. Rai and his team ran a series of experiments turning the wheel of SCP-7721-2 using a robotic arm. Test Direction turned Results 7721-014-A Anticlockwise The robotic arm was able to operate the wheel for 1 hour without any sign of unusual activity, achieving a steady rate of 2.8 RPM. 7721-014-B Clockwise The robotic arm was able to operate the wheel for 1 hour without any sign of unusual activity, achieving a steady rate of 2.8 RPM. 7721-014-C Clockwise The robotic arm was able to operate the wheel for 6 hours without any sign of unusual activity, achieving a steady rate of 2.8 RPM. 7721-014-D Clockwise The robotic arm operated the wheel for 11 hours at 4.5 RPM, at which point a previously undetected wooden case which had been inserted into a crack in SCP-7721-2 came loose and fell to the ground. Opening the wooden case, Dr. Rai discovered three illuminated manuscripts which were later found to date between the 10th and 14th centuries CE. These consisted of the following: Document SCP-7721-2-A: A copy of chapters 1-22 of the Lotus Sutra, written in gold calligraphy on indigo-dyed paper. Language: Chinese. Manuscript dates to the 10th century CE. Document SCP-7721-2-B: A previously unknown account of Buddhist mythohistory. Language: Sanskrit. Manuscript dates to the 11th century CE. Dr. Rai’s translation is available below. Document SCP-7721-3-C: An illustration of both prayer wheels of SCP-7721, including a transcription of the inscriptions on both wheels and various notes relating to their design and operation. Language: Sanskrit. Manuscript dates to the 14th century CE. Dr. Rai’s translation of the full SCP-7721-2 inscription is available below. Document SCP-7721-2-B: Thus have I heard: After the first beings had streamed into the universe of this kalpa and been overtaken by cravings, after the sun and the moon had come into existence, after day and night had come into existence, after sexual intercourse had come into existence, the awakened one's teachings entered the world. To all living beings on all the worlds, he preached the unsurpassed Law, which allowed them to rise above the sea of suffering. More than nine million six hundred thousand times nine million six hundred thousand worlds of beings were liberated through the teachings of the Buddhas and the Bodhisattvas. At last only a single world of beings that had not attained Nirvana and overcome all cravings remained. Moved by pity, the Buddhas and the Bodhisattvas descended from the heavenly realms to be reborn among the inhabitants of the final world, teaching the Law so that the people there might attain the state of absolute happiness. But first, the sangha gathered upon the summit of Eagle Peak, and countless enlightened ones sat upon the summit, vast in stature and producing a great light like the summer's sun-drenched sky. "Beware, noble ones," said the Bodhisattva of Inestimable Lightness, "for all the most stubborn and impure beings in the universe which have not attained the state of absolute happiness have accumulated here, in this place. Observe: its Devas are detached and occupy themselves entirely with their own amusements. Its Asuras are grim and warlike and have an insatiable lust for blood. The humans of this world live in a state of ignorance and brutality. The animals and ghosts endure more wretched conditions than those we have ever seen before. Indeed, even the hell realms are packed full and close to overflowing. Mara flits about unseen in this world, trapping all the denizens in a net of craving and desire." "You speak true," said the Bodhisattva of Heavenly Joy, "but we must not be tempted to abandon this kalpa for the next one, for we remain bound by our vow to liberate all sentient beings, even when the most difficult of challenges lies before us. I am confident that the pure teachings of Sakyamuni Buddha will overcome the enormity of suffering, even in this place." It came about that the Buddha was born in the form of Sakyamuni Buddha and spread the teachings of the pure Law to the sangha of this world. And it came about that a member of the sangha came to believe that he understood the Law better than the Sakyamuni Buddha, and he created a schism, gathering the people he had led into error away with himself. Now the misguided one approached Sakyamuni Buddha in order to conduct a disputation with him and assert the supremacy of his views, but the Buddha refused to stand and debate with him. Five times the misguided one challenged the Buddha to a disputation, but five times he was rebuffed. At length the misguided one grew angry and threw a stone at the meditating Buddha, which struck him in the foot and drew forth blood. Immediately a blazing fissure opened up in the ground and the misguided one was immediately dragged down all the way to the lowest hell. But the Buddha looked down at the blood on his foot and a change came over him. He no longer preached the Law to those who requested teachings from him. He allowed himself to die quietly and depart from the world. Seeing this, the sangha rose up with him and also departed from the world. The Buddhas and the Bodhisattvas left this world behind to teach the Law to the innumerable peoples of the next Kalpa. Seeing that the sangha had now departed, Mara removed his mask and laughed with great joy. He built a great throne for himself and declared himself king and master of the world, which would remain forever within the net of his design. But there was one other had not yet passed on. Before the throne of Mara there appeared the Bodhisattva Who Perceives All Cries and Laments. "Oh unhappy Mara," said the Bodhisattva Who Perceives All Cries and Laments, "you have tricked the sangha into betraying their vow and have trapped this world in the net of your design, but I have not given up on these beings, and I will contest this world with you." "Depart in haste, and set aside your vow," said Mara, "for I have sent beings across the desire realms to place seeds of inestimable negative karma by means of greed, aggression, and temptation." "I hold true to my vow," said the Bodhisattva Who Perceives All Cries and Laments. "Indeed, I will send forth beings who will consume and purify the seeds of inestimable negative karma, and pacify the greed, aggression, and temptation in all of the desire realms." "Depart in haste, and set aside your vow," said Mara, "for I have placed within the human mind such a capacity for hunger, lust, and suffering that only one in every million people may detach themselves from their cravings and attain serenity." "I hold true to my vow," said the Bodhisattva Who Perceives All Cries and Laments. "Indeed, I will be there to comfort them in their darkest hour and even at their moment of death. I will give them the means to forget all suffering." "Depart in haste, and set aside your vow," said Mara, "for I have used the qualities considered best in man against them. By means of their empathy, their desire for justice, and their boundless curiosity, I have placed within them the seeds of endless striving." "I hold true to my vow," said the Bodhisattva Who Perceives All Cries and Laments. "Indeed, I will use their empathy to guide them to my Pure Land. I will hone their sense of justice to help them build a world of fairness and equality. I will place hints in the mysteries of this world to guide them to wisdom and the holy life of perfect joy and happiness." "Enough!" cried Mara. "there is nothing you can do for this world. Already its people have begun to forget the true teachings of the Buddha. With each generation the accumulation of merit will become harder, and with each generation it will become easier for its beings to sin against their fellow beings, such that the people might sin by the friends they keep, the food they eat, the fires they light, and the tools they use. Already its seas, lands, and skies begin to groan with the weight of their corruption. No more shall any of its inhabitants go forth to the Pure Lands; chaos and confusion will rule ceaselessly. Indeed, I will tell you now the future of this world by means of the stages of its progression. “Firstly, no more of its beings will accumulate sufficient merit to attain the Deva realm, and the Asuras will conquer the world with blood and fire. “Secondly, no more of its beings will accumulate sufficient merit to attain the Asura realm, and humankind will be left to rule the world unguarded from their own natural tendencies. “Thirdly, humankind will become extinct and even the most meritorious of the denizens of the hells will be reborn as beasts and hungry ghosts. “Fourthly, this planet shall in time become barren and cold, unable to support life, and all its beings shall remain forever trapped in the hell realms, never accumulating any merit, and with no higher realm to be reborn into." “I see that this is indeed your intent,” said the Bodhisattva Who Perceives All Cries and Laments, “and here I cannot easily overcome you. However, I have the power to bring some large portion of this world’s inhabitants into Nirvana and remove them from your net. However hard you strove against me, some number of beings would be liberated and slip away. Rather than fighting, let us play a game and allow the inner nature of this world’s beings to determine their fate.” “Oh?” said Mara, who takes great interest in games and contests. “What kind of game shall we play?” “Recall the misguided one, who committed two of the Calamitous Offences, who caused the sangha to lose all hope and depart from this world.” “I keep a tender eye on that one,” said Mara. “He will suffer forever in the very lowest hell.” “Let the game be this: if within ten thousand years the men and women of this world are able to transfer by means of prayer sufficient merit to the misguided one that he might escape from the hell realms and enter into the heavenly realms, you will release this world to me. If after ten thousand years insufficient merit has been transferred by means of prayer to the misguided one and he remains in the hell realms, I will depart at once and abandon this world to you forever.” Mara laughed a great and terrifying laugh. “You are a greater fool than I ever thought. I accept your game; its conclusion is foregone. Indeed already every man and woman, every beast and ghost, every demon of the nine hundred kinds, and every being suffering in the hell realm curses the misguided one unceasingly.” “Nevertheless,” said the Bodhisattva Who Perceives All Cries and Laments, “I will go down to the lowest hell to retrieve his prayer, and you may give them your own. Let us write them down on the bones of the ancients for all the realms to see, and then meet here again after the passing of ten thousand years.” “I will be there to accept my victory,” said Mara, and his throne rose up among the planets, that he might look out over all the desire realms. He gathered the demons to him and whispered wicked schemes into their ears. The Bodhisattva Who Perceives All Cries and Laments smiled as the evil one plotted. "And I will be everywhere, with all your strivings cupped between my hands." They carved two prayer wheels made from the bones of the ancient Buddhas and fixed them to the rocks. Upon one, the Bodhisattva inscribed the mantra of the misguided one; upon the other, Mara's binding prayer. The Bodhisattva allowed Mara to make the first turn of his mighty prayer wheel, showing him the means of its operation, and he began to spin it forwards, from west towards the east, at a tremendous speed, with a whole host of demons waiting to turn it when he tired. Then the Bodhisattva guided an old monk to the other wheel. The monk laid his hands upon the wheel to spin it forwards, from the west towards the east, but the Bodhisattva stopped him and put a finger to her lips. "A wheel spun that way will do the opposite of what the one who prays intended; turn it east to west, like the motion of the sun." Document SCP-7721-2-C: Document SCP-7721-2-C includes the entire text of SCP-7721-2’s inscription, which has been translated as follows: Though I am blind to the true dharma Though I am abandoned by the sangha Though I am unforgiven by the Buddha Though I reside in the depths of shadow and impurity Though I am the most wretched being in the six realms I run to the jewel lotus as my refuge I feed Tushita's unborn king with tears I cry out to the ear of the compassionate one I cling to the tail-hairs of the wind horse I dream that one day I will awake high above Footnotes 1. A kalpa is an immensely long span of time, often the period of time over which a universe exists. In this sense, it can be used as a term for each instance of the universe in the endless cycle of creation and recreation. 2. The term 'sangha' is often used to refer to the Buddhist community in a broad sense, but it can have a narrower meaning. Sometimes, as in the Pali Canon, it is reserved for ordained Buddhists who have attained a certain level of awareness. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7721" by feathersnake, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7721. Licensed under CC-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: Chhusang_cliffs_and_the_Narshing_Khola_river_from_Tetang_300.jpg Author: Jean-Marie Hullot License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: link |
SCP-7722 | euclid | SCP: SCP-7722 LvL-3 CONFIDENTIAL PRIMARY CLASS: euclid {$secondary-text} {$secondary-class} disruption CLASS: keneq risk CLASS: caution link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level3 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the distribution of SCP-7722 instances in mostly isolated areas, containment is primarily achieved via general disinformation protocols. In cases such as that of SCP-7722-SGB, a physical perimeter may be established to prevent transplanar contamination. Limited interference within national governments has been authorized to ensure that commercial developments or other forms of long-term human activity do not encroach within 10 kilometers of SCP-7722 instances. Media trends are to be manipulated to popularize the practice of staying up late and normalize midnight shifts, in an effort to increase the total population of waking individuals at any given time. Description: SCP-7722 is a collective designation for several uninhabited human settlements that do not exist in consensus reality nor correspond to any existing human settlements, mundane or otherwise, but may be made to manifest in consensus reality. Existing analyses have inferred SCP-7722 to be extradimensional in nature. Instances of SCP-7722 may range from small villages to sections of urban agglomeration spanning tens of square kilometers, and are universally devoid of fauna. Despite being uninhabited, SCP-7722 instances contain evidence of extensive human activity to a degree consistent with mundane settlements of equivalent size. Utilities such as electricity, plumbing, and telecommunications networks are observed to maintain functionality within SCP-7722 in the absence of infrastructure to support them. SCP-7722 instances may enter consensus reality if its ontokinetic signal is reciprocated by a sapient medium, resulting in a small proportion of the human population being capable of perceiving and potentially achieving crystallization of SCP-7722 instances. Unaided manifestations of SCP-7722 are only possible under certain conditions: It must be night at the location of manifestation, and the individual sensitive to SCP-7722 is not under observation by unattuned individuals. Upon meeting these conditions, an instance of SCP-7722 will manifest within baseline reality, overwriting the existing terrain and any structures located within. The degree of manifestation is dependent on the number of unattuned individuals nearby, decreasing in size and intensity as these individuals increase in number. If the aforementioned conditions are no longer fulfilled at any point, the SCP-7722 instance will rapidly fade away, returning the affected area to its original state. As such, exploration attempts are advised against entering tall structures within SCP-7722 instances. Ontokinetic amplification centered on attuned individuals has been shown to be effective in reliably bypassing the observation restriction, but may result in undesired crystallization of instances into consensus reality. Crystallized SCP-7722 instances do not dissipate naturally, but may be forcefully displaced by application of SRAs. Addendum-7722/01 Discovery «BEGIN LOG» [Dr. Oshaghan stands on the dock behind Area-514, cigarette in hand, staring into the night sky. A door creaks open behind her. Dr. Vetaluna emerges from the building, pulling a trolley of equipment behind them.] OSHAGHAN: About time. Want a smoke? [Dr. Vetaluna yawns and takes a swig from their coffee mug.] VETALUNA: I'm good with just the caffeine, thanks. Anyway, we're primed and ready to go. OSHAGHAN: Alright. [Dr. Vetaluna begins flipping switches on the trolley. Dr. Oshaghan winces.] VETALUNA: How do you feel, Dr. Oshaghan? OSHAGHAN: Just like I did that night. Feels like sleepwalking— Everything is heavy and fuzzy and— The anomaly— Mmph. SCP-7722 is definitely still here. Good call on the uh. Uh… I— The amplifier thing. I— Ugh. VETALUNA: OK. Just focus on visualizing SCP-7722. [Dr. Oshaghan begins breathing heavily. She grasps her temples as a minor distortion effect occurs on the dock in front of them.] OSHAGHAN: I see it. VETALUNA: Confirming visual contact with SCP-7722. [The distortion begins expanding, contorting the shape of the dock as a faint afterimage forms over the area. The wooden dock is slowly obscured by a concrete floor that spills out from the distortion, spreading beyond the end of the dock and into the sea. Yellow bollards rise out from the new floor, and cargo containers shift into view in the distance. LED floodlights flicker into existence, half-illuminating what was once the dock as the light refracts off and disappears into the cracks in local reality.] OSHAGHAN: Something— something's different. Feels different. It— [Dr. Oshaghan screams. A strong wind rises, and the waves begin churning violently to match. Alarms sound from at least 4 different machines on the trolley. The distortion abruptly accelerates. The concrete floor spreads rapidly over the waves as objects on the port vanish and reappear in different positions every few milliseconds. Dr. Vetaluna panickedly hits several killswitches.] [Cargo containers, cranes, entire buildings and ships rip into consensus reality from parts unknown. The port has now completely obscured the former dock. Dr. Oshaghan collapses, but is caught by Dr. Vetaluna.] VETALUNA: Sayagul! Are you alright? Can you hear me? OSHAGHAN: God, my head… Give me just a bit I'll be fi— [Dr. Oshaghan stares at the newly formed port. She stares back at Dr. Vetaluna. The silence is broken by the gurgling noises of an half-manifested ship sinking into the water. Trembling, she points at it] OSHAGHAN: Did… Did I do that? «END LOG» AFTERWORD: Documents recovered from the port indicate that it was a container terminal within the Port of Amddiffyna, the capital of the Republic of Afalonia. No record of this political entity exists within Foundation records, including those of the Deepwell Archives. Following this incident, Dr. Oshaghan was found to possess non-negligible ontokinetic abilities that were most likely amplified during the attempt to replicate the initial discovery of SCP-7722. Subsequent attempts to recreate this effect using other ontokinetic personnel or equipment have been unsuccessful. «BEGIN LOG» SANKARAH: I thought SCP-7722 was supposed to dissipate after sunrise? OSHAGHAN: We believe the over-amplification caused the anomaly to 'crystallize' into consensus reality. We had only meant to strengthen its manifestation enough to allow the exploration of the anomaly before it dissipated. At least we know it works. VETALUNA: It works a little too well. The port is still there out back. We'll have to refine our methodology a bit more before we continue. OSHAGHAN: Continue? We've already confirmed the existence of the anomaly, I'm not sure if manifesting the rest of the port will help with the investigation. SANKARAH: Dr. Oshaghan. You remember SCP-6140, yes? OSHAGHAN: Daevastan? Yeah, I was on one of the XACTS maintenance teams during that event. SANKARAH: Prior to the re-manifestation of that country, similar phenomena was reported near what is currently the Daevastani city of Aydyragat. Described as a kaleidoscope-like mirage in the middle of the desert. However, this was only ever attested on a single Parawatch forum post amidst the peak of Fresno nightcrawler sightings and was immediately buried by a torrent of grainy photoshops. Our webcrawlers didn't even bother to flag it at the time. OSHAGHAN: Are you suggesting SCP-7722 is merely a part of something greater? VETALUNA: We've found similar points elsewhere. Locations where local reality weakly fluctuates with a certain ontokinetic signature. It's never strong enough for any significant anomalous activity, but it's noticeable to our more sensitive monitoring stations. SANKARAH: Dr. Oshaghan. As your supervisor, I am formally requesting your cooperation in investigating this matter. OSHAGHAN: I— Of course I accept, but don't you have more suitable personnel for this? Like, trained ontokinetics? VETALUNA: None of our trained personnel resonate as well with the aforementioned ontokinetic signature as you do. Hence the unforeseen thaumic spike during our test. We tried to replicate the test with our most experienced ontokinetics and they barely managed to cause a ripple in local reality, even when assisted by our most powerful ontokinetic amps. SANKARAH: I know how cliché this sounds, but you are quite literally the best person for this task, Dr. Oshaghan. You will be sent to these locations of interest, where you will figure out if they're anything like SCP-7722. While Dr. Vetaluna will be supervising you, I've also made arrangements with other Sites within the vicinity of the aforementioned locations of interest to provide assistance. OSHAGHAN: If I may, wouldn't it be more suitable to, I don't know, train some ontokinetics to be able to zero in on this specific ontokinetic signature? SANKARAH: Dr. Oshaghan, I understand how all this must seem to you— Suddenly being thrust into a project of this scale, but please understand this: There could easily be other Daevite Empires hidden all around us. We have no other SCP-140s with which to track them. For all we know, investigating other SCP-7722 instances may be the only thing standing between normalcy and the incursion of a genocidal anomalous civilization unto consensus reality. Time is of the essence here. OSHAGHAN: …very well. I understand. «END LOG» Addendum-7722/02 Excerpts from the Log of SCP-7722 Instances Designation: SCP-7722-TSE Site Name: Tseghahudzani Description: Small town with an estimated population of ~200. Architecture and aesthetics typical for settlements in the southwestern United States. Main road would have connected the instance to US Route 66. On-site documentation suggests instance is part of a Navajo Free State, a political entity associated with the United States in an indeterminate capacity. No human or animal life detected within instance despite evidence of recent human activity. Designation: SCP-7722-NVA Site Name: Novoalexandropol-17 Tower Block C Description: A single apartment block located within the Chelyabinsk Oblast, Russia. Confirmed to have served as a residence for personnel employed in the so-called Novoalexandropol-17 settlement, an alleged atomgrad1. A statue of Yakov Sverdlov in the courtyard and portraits of leaders omnipresent within in the instance corroborate a radically different history and development of the Soviet Union. Documents recovered from safes suggest the instance hosted facilities dedicated to the study of anomalous phenomena, not unlike that of Foundation Sites. No human or animal life detected. Designation: SCP-7722-XCT Site Name: Khazhitarkhan Description: A section of high-density urban settlement surrounding a market square with diverse architectural styles. A wide variety of languages are noted to be in common use in the instance, including Tatar, Mongol, Arabic, Persian, Greek, Chinese, and Polish. Analysis of goods and wares in the market square suggest the instance served as a center of international trade, as well as the capital of the so-called Second Khuruldai. The presence of numerous alchemical and thaumaturgic wares imply a public awareness of anomalous phenomena in the instance, if not the absence of a Veil as a whole. No living organisms were detected in the instance. Designation: SCP-7722-ADG Site Name: N/A, pending translation Description: A section of a fortified city several kilometers away from the ruins of Aoudaghost in Mauritania. Instance is primarily composed of an unidentified white metal alloy, forming advanced structures that do not correspond to any known architectural styles within the region. All instances of text or inscription within the instance use an unidentified abjad script with thaumaturgic components, which has significantly complicated translation efforts. Multiple murals and bas-reliefs in the instance make reference to a single, possibly mythological event in which an unidentified threat to the settlement was imprisoned by a coalition of deities. No signs of long-term habitation found within the city, the vast majority of structures are thaumoelectric constructs and machinery, with a handful of offices and barracks. Designation: SCP-7722-RAN Site Name: Rano Description: A section of extremely high density urban settlement, distributed within localized non-Euclidean geometries and other minor stable spatio-dimensional anomalies. Hence, it is believed that anomalous phenomena is widely accepted, if not normalized within SCP-7722-RAN. Instance does not appear to have any solid cultural roots, instead sharing certain architectural styles and cultural aspects with various other civilizations throughout Eurasia. The primary language in use within the instance is also similarly varied, to the extent of exhibiting connections to language isolates such as Basque and Ainu. Large statues and temples dedicated to various unidentified gods and mythological entities are widespread throughout the city. The largest structures within the instance are believed to exceed a kilometer in height. Analysis of documents retrieved from the instance suggest it is a principality within the orbit of the so-called "Daramwul Mandala". DARAMWUL THE GREAT. DARAMWUL THE LOST. Addendum-7722/03 Regarding SCP-7722-RWK «BEGIN LOG» [Dr. Vetaluna prepares the final calibrations of the equipment in the middle of the ruins of a courtyard in SCP-5345. Dr. Oshaghan stands to the side, practicing some ontokinetic channeling techniques. A contingent of 7 security and auxiliary research personnel carry out their duties in the background. As the final preparations are complete, various machines hum to life, sensors and monitors at the ready to detect and display fluctuations in local reality.] VETALUNA: All systems go. How are you holding up? OSHAGHAN: I've got the hang of it, yeah. One sec— [The LED lamps illuminating the site are lightly rattled by a growing breeze. Dr. Oshaghan winces as reality begins contorting mere meters away from her. The tension in warped reality snaps, as the SCP-7722 instance flowers into consensus reality.] VETALUNA: SCP-7722 instance manifestation stable. We're well below the crystallization boundary. [Dr. Oshaghan nods in acknowledgement. The SCP-7722 instance spreads to the nearby ruins, restoring them to their original state with tangible illusions. In addition to the appearance of furniture, crates, and various other trivial objects, no major alterations are observed in this instance. The auxiliary research personnel begin muttering amongst each other.] OSHAGHAN: Is… is that it? Should I— Should I continue? VETALUNA: Just a little more. Maybe there's something we haven't brought out yet. [The rustling wind and the Yellow Sea crashing onto a distant cliff become audible once more. A soft hum gradually becomes more audible. The building complex is, at this point, fully restored. Insignia present throughout the structure confirm it to be an office of the Ministry of Abnormal Affairs under the Republic of West Korea. The humming sound grows louder. Dr. Vetaluna looks around, before deactivating several nearby appliances. Several security personnel disappear into the complex to search for documents, items of interest, and other materials.] VETALUNA: Alright, I think we can call it here. SCP-7722 instance stabilized. Dr. Oshaghan, stay focused. We'll wrap this up in 15 minutes. OSHAGHAN: Gotcha. Hey, does anyone hear that humming soun— [Gunfire heard from one of the upper floors, followed by screams. Certain sensors begin to raise alarms. Dr. Vetaluna and the other two research personnel, bewildered, frantically scan through monitors in an attempt to ascertain its origin. More gunfire and incoherent yelling are heard, accompanied by the stamping of boots in escape of an unseen threat.] OSHAGHAN: What's going on? The instance shouldn't be dissipating or crystallizing, right? VETALUNA: It's not the instance. There's something else here. Shit. Get the anchor ready. [Of the five guards that entered the building, three run back into the courtyard in a panic, one of them firing back into the corridor they crossed through. The research personnel begin activating a separate set of equipment as Dr. Vetaluna hacks away at a keyboard.] VETALUNA: This is Dr. Vetaluna, Head Researcher of SCP-7722, hereby authorizing the neutralization of SCP-7722-RWK— [A dancing flame of six trillion colors emerges from the corridor. Significant corruption is noted on the video feed. One of the guards vomit. It howls in the voice of a dead god, interrupted by a storm of bullets, courtesy of the remaining guards. They do nothing to the spawn of a blood red sky as it descends upon them.] [A wave of reality bursts from the pile of equipment next to Dr. Vetaluna. It ripples through the building complex, dissolving holes where SCP-7722-WRK once existed. The entity foreign to all our gods deliquesces promptly, leaving nothing behind but the guards, frozen in shock.] VETALUNA: Is everyone alright? [A round of nods and thumbs-ups are observed from all personnel present. As the upper floors too dissolve away, two chunks of rock salt fall from what was once the second floor, shattering into pieces on the ground.] VETALUNA: Christ. «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» [Drs. Oshaghan and Vetaluna are sitting opposite each other on a Foundation-operated vessel bound for the Korean Peninsula, accompanied by the other personnel. There is a light rocking as the vessel cuts through the waves. Dr. Vetaluna yawns.] OSHAGHAN: Alyx— Dr. Vetaluna. I think we need to have a discussion about what these— the SCP-7722 instances are. VETALUNA: Uh— Yes, I— I've had my theories as well, but by all means, continue. OSHAGHAN: I think I can say with a comfortable degree of certainty that these instances— None of them are anything like the Daevites. There's no civilization waiting for us. There's no one in any of these places. It's almost like— VETALUNA: Like they're removed from consensus reality for a reason? OSHAGHAN: Yeah, like that marketplace and the Rano instance. They wouldn't be out of place if they were nexuses, like Three Portlands or Esterberg. VETALUNA: And what of the towns and villages? The ones where nothing's different except for a flag or language? OSHAGHAN: I— I don't know. I thought it was just a phenomenon of folded reality, that we were making copies of places that are hiding from us, or just aren't accessible. We have so much data and we don't even know how we should be interpreting it. VETALUNA: Hm. You know what I think? These aren't nexuses or hidden pockets of reality. These were places that once existed in consensus reality. We know from SCP-5345 documentation — documentation that you can't access right now — that the Republic of West Korea was very much real, and that they removed themselves from existence in pursuit of some divine agenda. They failed. What we encountered back there was probably the reason they failed. OSHAGHAN: So SCP-7722 instances are, what, quarantine zones for entities like that? VETALUNA: Yes, but I wouldn't use the word 'quarantine' here. Those instances were neutralized from reality, exclusion zones in their own right. Each one, an anomalous Chernobyl. Whether it was by the Foundation, a Group of Interest, or by their own hand, I cannot say for certain. OSHAGHAN: But the instances we've observed, they were not accompanied by any threats. Right..? VETALUNA: Perhaps we should take another look. «END LOG» Addendum-7722/04 Excerpts from the Revised Log of SCP-7722 Instances Designation: SCP-7722-TSE Site Name: Tseghahudzani Description: Small town with an estimated population of ~200. Architecture and aesthetics typical for settlements in the southwestern United States. Main road would have connected the instance to US Route 66. On-site documentation suggests instance is part of a Navajo Free State, a political entity associated with the United States in an indeterminate capacity. No human or animal life detected within instance despite evidence of recent human activity. Further crystallization of SCP-7722-TSE has revealed the existence of tall calcified structures that vaguely resemble emaciated humanoids in the surrounding desert and emit trace amounts of Akiva radiation. An amber-colored liquid continuously oozes out of irregular cavities within their faces. Testing of the liquid indicates that it is a mixture of methane, ammonia, hydrogen, and water. SCP-7722 instance successfully dissipated, although a silhouette of Akiva radiation has persisted in the area. Designation: SCP-7722-NVA Site Name: Novoalexandropol-17 Tower Block C Description: A large atomgrad located within the Chelyabinsk Oblast, Russia with an estimated population of ~70,000. A statue of Yakov Sverdlov in the courtyard and portraits of leaders omnipresent within in the instance corroborate a radically different history and development of the Soviet Union. Aerial surveillance and remote exploration of the instance reveals the existence of multiple facilities dedicated to the study of anomalous phenomena, not unlike that of Foundation Sites. No human or animal life detected. A strong psychic sink was detected within one of the facilities in the instance, forming an amalgamate psychosingularity composed of approximately 6.9 billion souls. It was confirmed to have remained active after homunculi instructed to enter the instance experienced ego dissolution and cessation of physical individuality. It is currently believed that transplanar refraction prevents the SCP-7722-NVA psychic sink's effects from extending to consensus reality. Due to the extent of the crystallization of SCP-7722-NVA, the instance could not be successfully dissipated. Instance successfully neutralized by mass direct-SRA array over the course of several weeks. Designation: SCP-7722-XCT Site Name: Khazhitarkhan Description: A section of high-density urban development surrounding a market square with diverse architectural styles. A wide variety of languages are noted to be in common use in the instance, including Tatar, Mongol, Arabic, Persian, Greek, Chinese, and Polish. Analysis of goods and wares in the market square suggest the instance served as a center of international trade, as well as the capital of the so-called Second Khuruldai. The presence of numerous alchemical and thaumaturgic wares imply a public awareness of anomalous phenomena in the instance, if not the absence of a Veil as a whole. No living organisms were detected in the instance. Following a thorough analysis of the instance and confirmation of safety, further crystallization was authorized for long-term study of anomalous consumer goods and wares. However, several hours after the crystallization of SCP-7722-XCT, a large scale temporal displacement event was detected within the vicinity of the instance. A cavalry force of approximately ~5,000 units was recorded entering and razing the instance, before leaving in another temporal displacement event. Confirmed loss of all anomalous items during incident. Notably, a message was scorched into a wall within SCP-7722-XCT in modern English, reading: "WRONG TIME, SCP FOUNDATION". No further attempts have been made to crystallize other sections of SCP-7722-XCT. Designation: SCP-7722-ADG Site Name: Room/House/Hall of (the) Storm/Deluge/Destroyer Description: A section of urban agglomeration several kilometers away from the ruins of Aoudaghost in Mauritania. Instance is primarily composed of an unidentified white beryllium bronze composite alloy, forming advanced structures that do not correspond to any known architectural styles within the region. All instances of text or inscription within the instance use an extinct Afroasiatic language tangentially related to the Amazigh languages with thaumaturgic components. Multiple murals and bas-reliefs in the instance make reference to a single, possibly mythological event in which an unidentified threat to the settlement was imprisoned by a coalition of deities. No signs of long-term habitation found within the city, the vast majority of structures are thaumoelectric constructs and machinery, with a handful of offices and barracks. It is believed that SCP-7722-ADG is a containment site, overseeing an unidentified entity held within a massive underground chamber several kilometers underground. SCP-7722-ADG is currently in the process of expedited neutralization by a mass directed-SRA array, estimated to finish within 15 months. They should not have imprisoned it. They should have killed it, just as we did. Designation: SCP-7722-RAN Site Name: Rano Description: A section of extremely high density urban settlement, distributed within localized non-Euclidean geometries and other minor stable spatio-dimensional anomalies. Hence, it is believed that anomalous phenomena is widely accepted, if not normalized within SCP-7722-RAN. Instance does not appear to have any solid cultural roots, instead sharing certain architectural styles and cultural aspects with various other civilizations throughout Eurasia. The primary language in use within the instance is also similarly varied, to the extent of exhibiting connections to language isolates such as Basque and Ainu. Large statues and temples dedicated to various unidentified gods and mythological entities are widespread throughout the city. The largest structures within the instance are believed to exceed a kilometer in height. Analysis of documents retrieved from the instance suggest it is a principality within the orbit of the so-called "Daramwul Mandala". Several days following the establishment of a provisional Area was set up around the partially crystallized SCP-7722-RAN, a circular area of a 2 kilometer radius centered on the instance was abruptly expunged from consensus reality by unknown means. All 62 personnel present at the provisional Area have been considered irretrievable. DARAMWUL REMAINS GREAT. DARAMWUL REMAINS LOST. Designation: SCP-7722-SGB Site Name: Shigasmenbashi Description: See Addendum-7222/05. Addendum-7722/05 Regarding SCP-7722-SGB «BEGIN LOG» [Dr. Vetaluna stares at a monitor while committing the final calibrations to an adjacent device. They give a thumbs up to a stargazing Dr. Oshaghan, who rises from her plastic folding chair.] OSHAGHAN: Amazingly clear sky tonight. Stargazing in the steppe is just something else entirely. VETALUNA: Don't worry Dr. Oshaghan, this is the last instance we have on the list. You can go back to stargazing right after. OSHAGHAN: Mhm. Ready when you are. VETALUNA: Remember, this instance is unusually weaker than the others, so we've recalibrated the amplifier to compensate. The feeling may come in a little stronger than usual. [Switches are flipped. Equipment and machinery begin humming. The rising wind stirs the short grass all around the area. Reality rips a hole in itself in front of Dr. Oshaghan.] VETALUNA: All systems nominal. Dr. Oshaghan? OSHAGHAN: Likewise. It's not as bad as I— [Shrieks pierce through the rifts in local reality. Thousands of voices scream and yell over each other as SCP-7722-SGB explodes into the surrounding steppe. They are not human. Alarms begin sounding all around Dr. Vetaluna.] VETALUNA: No, this— We calibrated everything correctly! Why is it crystallizing this quickly? [Dr. Vetaluna looks towards Dr. Oshaghan. She quietly stares at the blossoming SCP-7722-SGB. She does not respond to their calls. Distortions flicker around her person, manifesting in the form of various different clothing, uniforms, and ceremonial garb. She does not react.] VETALUNA: Dr. Oshaghan! Dr. Oshaghan! Sayagu— Damn it all. [Emergency protocols are executed, bringing all equipment offline. Without amplification, SCP-7722-SGB rapidly dissipates, but is not completely neutralized. A fracture in reality persists, approximately 5 meters in diameter, through which the instance can still be seen. Errant streams of warped reality periodically shoot out of the rift. Dr. Oshaghan continues to stare at it.] VETALUNA: Dr. Oshaghan! What the hell are y— OSHAGHAN: Alyx. Look. [Dr. Oshaghan points into the rift. A government building is visible, superimposed onto the steppe behind it. In front of the building is a large statue, bearing a strong resemblance to Dr. Oshaghan. As reality refracts around the aperture, the surroundings of the building alter accordingly. In one frame, the building is in smoking ruins. In another, it is draped in turquoise and green banners. In another, it is the backdrop of an empty military parade. In another, it is ground zero of a nuclear detonation.] «END LOG» A physical perimeter has been erected surrounding SCP-7722-SGB, reinforced with a Faraday cage and an on-site SRA array despite the instance now only constituting a visual anomaly. Analysis of the instance is currently ongoing, with over 3,200 distinct sub-realities identified and counting. As with all other SCP-7722 instances, all sub-realities are devoid of human life. 48% of sub-realities depict some form of XK-Class Scenario, either ongoing or post-incident. 30% depict a heavily armed, and possibly belligerent Shigastani polity. The remainder depict a mundane nation, with nothing of note. Due to the interstitial pressure, it is not considered possible for any given sub-reality within SCP-7722-SGB to reinforce itself and enter consensus reality. Hence, it is considered self-containing. In order to avoid disrupting this equilibrium, ontokinetic testing on SCP-7722-SGB has been suspended until further notice. According to telescopic imaging and radio transmissions originating from the instance, SCP-7722-SGB is centered on the Shigastan Official Residence in Shigasmenbashi, the capital of the so-called Republic of Shigastan. The statue in front of the building is that of its third President, Sarah I. Galbraith. The connection between Dr. Oshaghan and Galbraith is currently under scrutiny. The wild thistle blooms twice. Footnotes 1. A type of closed city within the Soviet Union, meant to house personnel involved in sensitive military or research projects. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7722" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7722. Licensed under CC-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-7723 | safe | SCP-7723 Byㅤ Lt Flops Published on 06 Jan 2023 04:59 SCP-7723 Revolving in a Glass, Intact and Trapped By Lt Flops Published on 05 Jan 2023 This article was written for ColdpostCon 2023. This article is part of the forthcoming Weaving Imperceptible Threads Canon Hub. Other Works by Lt Flops! 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UNLOCK FILE In light of recent events, the materials that make up this file's historical account have been converted to digital form. These materials should help position VEILBURST Protocol. MISSING DEFINITIONS — Contact your RAISA liaison. and its unique challenges in a broader context. — Alexis Rose, Digitization Department Lead, RAISA SCP Database Entry ITEM: SCP-7723 LEVEL 5/7723 CLASS: SAFE TOP-SECRET DISRUPTION CLASS: 5/AMIDA When not in use, SCP-7723 is kept within High-Value Anomalous Item Containment Module #7723 at Overwatch Command. Foundation clairvoyants assigned to SCP-7723 have sole discretion over its containment and handling, and access to the relevant facilities at Overwatch Command. Foundation clairvoyant Conduit Λ-3 is allotted a comprehensive set of lifelong provisions, which includes: hazard pay, health benefits, living accommodations, a personal security detail, three weeks annual vacation, and expedited passage into an afterlife of their choosing, post-death..After extensive coordination with the relevant Macrocosmic parties, traversal along a secure transcosmic trajectory has been assured. Conduit Λ-3 must fulfill their designated responsibilities until their natural death. This role must be conferred to a new clairvoyant in advance of their death. Accepting the role of Conduit remains a voluntary action; prospects must undergo the process with clarity of mind. The search for auxiliary clairvoyants in fulfilling Project HOMEBOUND continues. Selection of clairvoyants must occur outside Foundation operational hierarchy. SCP-7723 is a primeval energy source encased in a crystalline membrane. Materials analysis has determined the membrane is fractally complex and supports the continued operation of SCP-7723. Breaching the membrane in any fashion renders SCP-7723 inert. Short of neutralizing it, however, the continued operation of SCP-7723 will persist only after the source of the breach is removed. SCP-7723 autonomously predicts breaches; researchers conclude through spectral analysis that the source becomes inert before any disruption takes place, but this always precedes a planned physical incursion. If the membrane takes superficial damage, it undergoes a brief period of self-repair before returning to its full protective capacity. Through the coordination of a team of Foundation clairvoyants, the energy source provides direct observation of a pivotal future event, designated Prime-Terminus. Sensory data produced by the event is conferred to a single clairvoyant (currently Conduit Λ-3) via psionic connection. ADDENDA MATERIALS DEEPWELL SERVER FILES ACCESSED UTILIZATION RECORD By the prolonged use of SCP-7723 across several decades, each Conduit has not only gleaned credible visions of the future, but has also developed an extrasensory perception of a pivotal past event to a sufficient resolution. The use of SCP-7723 in this manner proves painful. The assigned Foundation clairvoyants are currently developing this past-sight technique in Project HOMEBOUND. Prime-Terminus presently denotes the impending and forcible dissolution of The Foundation, and remains fixed. The Foundation has no known means of averting Prime-Terminus. The gap closes, day by day, and the possibility for aversion may one day shut. SECURE HISTORY Foundation of Thirteen Unification Congress Held in 1893, the Unification Congress was a series of meetings that marked a watershed moment in the history of The SCP Foundation. In these meetings, the Unification of The SCP Foundation was officially declared. The Unification involved thirteen of the most prominent normalcy preservation organizations in the world combining their resources and aligning their operations according to a unified shared interest. The Unification also established the following. The inauguration of the first Overseer Council. The binding pact of Security, Containment, and Protection. The preliminary development and implementation of the Veil of Normality. The Foundation has been in the possession of SCP-7723 since the Foundation of Thirteen Unification Congress in 1893. During these meetings, a hitherto unknown party presented SCP-7723 to Foundation Administrator Willhelm Fredericks as a gift of confidence. A full account of the item's history before Foundation containment does exist. It cannot, however, be stringently verified in line with prevailing Foundation consensus: Accounts exist according to a robust genealogy of oral history. In 1973, amidst a period of declining health, then-121-year-old Administrator Fredericks. BORN Willhelm Fredericks, 19 July 1852, South African Republic. had devised specialized Class-V Mnestic drugs to protect against the loss of memories about the object's history. Only by “committing the history to memory,” he stated, could he assure the information “would not stain the Veil.” In the summer of 1976, shortly before his death, Administrator Fredericks relayed the object's history to his chosen successor. This summons involved the transference of other top-secret materials, including the bequeathal of SCP-0262, and access to Class-V Mnestics. Recognizing the primacy of the knowledge Administrator Fredericks relayed, his successor would later relax the associated informational security protocols. A living record of SCP-7723's known history now exists within the Archival Office database, encrypted within its DEEPWELL servers. His successor would also begin formal research into SCP-7723 and enlist Foundation clairvoyants to the task. Considering the task singularly burdensome, these clairvoyants would soon appoint one of their own to the role of Conduit — a role only three have held to-date. CONTAIN LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT On 21 June 1976, a fatigued and bedridden Administrator Fredericks made his final recorded appearance. A select group of Foundation officials met at an impromptu gathering at his estate. An excerpt from several hundred hours of miscellaneous recording, for posterity, is as follows. ANNOTATED AUDIO LOG [ BEGIN LOG ] ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS I demand privacy on my deathbed. Go on, you lot — gorge yourselves. Shuffling noises and voices speaking lowly as a group moves down the hall, away from the Administrator's suite. AIDE Aside. Let's find the others in the courtyard— ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS You. Stay with me a bit, girl. AIDE Of course, sir. The aide closes the doors. Having closed, the door locks automatically engage. AIDE I can begin preparing the lodgings before you retire, sir. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS You're off the hook. We're putting the pleasantries and pantomiming behind. He coughs hoarsely. I know how it seems. Here, alone, and with me, a crass old buzzard? But you haven't to fuss. Suite's bugged, at any rate. You're on tape. AIDE Understood, sir. You have my undivided attention. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS Drop the honorific. Indulge me a heart-to-heart. Pause. What are you — Director's assistant? AIDE Yes. Personal aide to the co-directorship, Site-17. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS Terrific. One of Benjamin's girls, then. Give him a kick in the shins, would you? He'll know from who. AIDE If you would like, I can buzz in your attendant. Out of the greatest measure of respect, of course. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS I absolutely would not, and in fact, it would be most distasteful. In 12 hours' time, it won't have mattered. AIDE Come again? ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS He speaks slowly and enunciates carefully. There's nary many a man alive who can speak full-throatedly of his death. I've seen mine. A touch past oh-six hundred in the morning, I die in my sleep. Misdiagnosed pancreatic cancer. Exacerbated by mnestic poisoning, no doubt. What greets me with solace, then, is the luxury of knowing all the other awful ways it could have come down. I have seen thousands of my false deaths. Felt them. Intimately. Every bone in my body, crushed through sheer force. My skin, eaten by chemical wash. The grit of my own moldered lungs, being choked upon. AIDE If you'd like me to make preparations…? ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS No, you won't. We could map every last discrete interaction that makes up the future and encode it on optical disc. On microfiche, even; the 'how' matters not. Row after row, the data banks would line this estate. They would fill the entire campus of Site-19, above-ground and under it, and we would possess trifle more than our own, unabridged eulogy. What of all the futures we won't see? If we could somehow imprint our every last potential future, on every last grain of sand upon every last beach on Earth. Would satisfaction come then? Silence on tape. AIDE I will admit this is all a bit sobering. The way that I see it, the future is a bit like the past. Everything follows everything else, and we're able to trace it. But whereas one progresses always to an inevitable state, the other? Well. The other's just hindsight. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS I knew I would appreciate where this conversation goes. AIDE She whispers. Where does it go? ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS He croaks. Patience! Let an old man yarn. The year of Unification — when The Foundation came to be — I had just turned 41 years old. AIDE Quietly. Wow. Is this when you spill your secrets to longevity? ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS He scoffs. I have lived as overlong a life as they come. I tell you this in confidence: The fad of eternal life amongst the Overseers is an exercise in futility. We lord over an empire in decay. We are afraid. What we fear, more than anything else, even more than our own mortality, is the disposition of our subjects. AIDE The anomalies? ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS We are, all of us, its subjects. The ones in containment, and the ones charged with protection. And what is your name, girl? AIDE Irvine. Aisling Irvine. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS Hushed. You, miz Irvine, are one of its subjects. As was I. AISLING IRVINE AIDE I don't follow. Surely, you aren't suggesting — ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS He raises his voice. We Veiled the world! All of it! How foolish we would be, leaving one eye blind? Blind! AISLING IRVINE AIDE We took an oath. Those words matter, and the fruits of what we — all of us — have built, they bear out every single day. And if they didn't, we wouldn't be here. You wouldn't be here. You dedicated your entire life to this, and I believe it to be a just cause, sir. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS Laughing. Old Willie — oh, he's gone senile! Has he not? Well? What is it! AISLING IRVINE AIDE You know better than anyone, better than any one man or woman, how many countless lives The Foundation has saved. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS Precisely. No man knows better than I. Yet you continue to be so obstinate in the face of this man, who tells you that we risked it all, and for a tyrant's ideal! For this square peg — this planet, this pathetic human desire to be saved — jammed in a round hole? Administrator Fredericks begins coughing. AISLING IRVINE AIDE It doesn't need to be all or nothing. It needs to be enough. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS “All or nothing?” Coughing. My dear girl — the Veil of Normality rests on exactly such a principle! It rests upon the memetic regime. Upon a populace pumped fat on amnesiacs. Upon ancient pacts to moon gods, and the ichor which flows from bastard realities. And then, at the very top? One, who rests upon thirteen, who rest upon all else! Wheezing. If all the abominations and vermin scurry in the dark, and upon the dirt and shit, we cannot but keep the tablecloth clean. How can we not see the work to its completion? Some time during his coughing fit, Site-17 Directorship Aide Aisling Irvine rushes from the room to summon Administrator Frederick's caregiving entourage. ADMINISTRATOR FREDERICKS Muffled. Poke and prod and plod over the future. Nudge it onto whichever course we like. I can never unwish the past. [ END LOG ] Administrator Fredericks was placed under the watch of an attending nurse and given a prescribed sleep aid. At 0631 UTC on 22 June 1976, at the natural age of 123 years, 11 months, and 4 days, he passed peacefully in his sleep. 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SCP-7724 | euclid | Photograph taken of Researcher Marshall by Junior Researcher Jack Waltzer. Item #: SCP-7724 Special Containment Procedures: Personnel are encouraged to no longer make short jokes at the expense of SCP-7724-1. SCP-7724-1 has been supplied with platform shoes, stilts, and doll clothing so that he may continue his work at the Foundation. Description: SCP-7724 is a farcicohazard1 affecting SCP-7724-1, Junior Researcher Jack Waltzer. Whenever a height-based joke at his expense is made, SCP-7724-1 shrinks by approximately 1 millimeter. When first contracted by the Foundation, SCP-7724-1 measured 1.7 meters in height. Discovery: Due to the incremental nature of SCP-7724-1's height changes,2 and the common, passing, nature of the height jokes levied at him,3 SCP-7724 was not discovered until SCP-7724-1 had decreased nearly 0.4 meters in height. SCP-7724-1, the first to take note of the anomaly, reported his observations to his superiors, whereupon a formal investigation began. Addendum 7724-01, Site 8 Memorandum 01/03: Following the allotment of an SCP designation, a memorandum was sent out to all Site 8 staff requesting they refrain from mocking Waltzer's below-average size. Hey guys! Jack Waltzer… or should I say, SCP-7724-1, speaking. Haha! Yup, for those of you unaware, there's been a running joke where I'd be called short, small, petite, teeny-tiny… you get the idea. Somehow those jokes have caused me to actually shrink every time one is told, so, unfortunately, the joke must end :( To be clear, I like the jokes! Wouldn't mind if they kept going, except that I'd rather not actually be small enough to fit into someone's pockets. Haha! Thanks! Junior Researcher Jack Waltzer Addendum 7724-02, Interview Log: The following interview was recorded between Waltzer and his on-site therapist, Dr. Courtney Klein. «BEGIN LOG» Klein: Now, as you were saying earlier, you think that you are shrinking? Waltzer: I don't think I am, I know I am. Klein: No offense, Waltzer, but you've always been a little on the short side. Waltzer: Yeah, I know, heh. Though lately, I can't even reach the cookie jar in the break room. I know it's on a pretty high shelf, but I used to be able to reach it if I just jumped a bit, but now I can't even reach it if I jump! And I noticed it after a bunch of people made short jokes at my expense the other day. I even asked around to see if someone had adjusted the height on the shelf, but no! It's in the same spot. Klein: You mean every time someone cracks a short joke at you, you shrink a little more? Waltzer: Exactly. Klein: Hmm. I see. Do you perhaps have a short temper when it comes to your height? Waltzer: Not really, I don't mind the short jokes. But I don't want to shrink even more, you know? Klein: Alright, gonna go ahead and mark that down as a no. Next question: Have you been feeling… down lately? Waltzer: Wait a minute, are you cracking short jokes at my expense? Come on! I'm shrinking here, I don't need my therapist joining in on it too! [Dr. Klein's pocket watch begins ringing.] Klein: Oh, sorry, looks like we're a bit short on time. Waltzer: That better not be another joke. Klein: Officer Kurzmann will escort you out and we'll reschedule. «END LOG» Addendum 7724-03, Site 8 Memorandum 01/04: Stop it! Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it! Stop with the short jokes please I'm begging you Stop. I'll do anything! You're doing it right now, I can feel it in my SPLEEN. I am not a shortstack I am not a baby I am not a funny little guy. Or I wasn't. Before this. I used to like the jokes, I did! I used to listen to them and laugh even if they weren't funny! Because I thought you were my friends, but apparently not. There was a memo, like, last week? Very nice, very professional, asked kindly for you guys to stop. You know what happened? I shrunk by a foot! People just made more jokes! You think this is funny? I am half the man I used to be and you think this is funny? I have to wear children's platform shoes to reach my desk. I know you've got used to it, but how about a new joke, huh? Waltzer is like Waltz, the dance, huh? Funny little guy doing a funny little dance, huh? Yeah? That could be a new thing!!!! I just shrunk myself. Called myself a little guy. Look what you've done to me. Stop it. I don't know what's going to happen if I keep shrinking am I going to be like Antman Enter the Quantumania? I don't want to find out, I just want to be a normal guy with a normal height. And normal shoes. I don't know how to reason with you people. If this keeps going there won't be any of me left. It's not funny anymore. Sincerely, J. Waltzer Addendum 7724-04, CCTV Footage: The following is a recorded conversation between multiple Site 8 personnel and Waltzer. «BEGIN LOG» [De Groot, Kucuk, LeGrand, Schmeling, and Waltzer are seated at a table in the Site 8 lunch room. Waltzer is dressed in doll clothes and sits on a booster seat to reach the table. He continues to shrink before the conversation begins.] De Groot: Have you heard about Waltzer? [Waltzer stops eating and looks exasperated.] Kucuk: What about him? LeGrand: I heard he's shrinking. Kucuk: So he's short. De Groot: Yeah. [Waltzer continues to shrink. He sobs as he can no longer hold his fork.] Schmeling: Little guy. LeGrand: Tiny man. Kucuk: Pick him up and put him in my pocket. Schmeling: Has to jump on his keyboard keys to type. [Klein joins the group at the table. He knocks down the booster seat as Waltzer barely manages to jump onto the table.] Klein: Who does? De Groot: Jack Waltzer. Klein: Can't see him, he's too small. [Waltzer has shrunk so much he has disappeared into his doll clothes. Moments later, he re-emerges through the left pant leg of the garments. He is naked.] Waltzer: Help me. LeGrand: What's that? De Groot: Huh? Schmeling: I didn't say anything. Klein: Me neither. Kucuk: Maybe it was him. Klein: Who? De Groot: The shrimp. Klein: Shrimp can't talk, I've tried. Kucuk: This one does. Waltzer: I'm not a shrimp! Klein: Well then he should speak up! [Klein moves her face closer to the table.] Klein: I CAN'T HEAR YOU. YOU'RE TOO SMALL. Walzter: Stop! Stop, please! I'm the smallest thing now I can't get any smaller! God help me! What have I done to deserve this?! Kucuk: Maybe he shrank so much that the ants took him. Waltzer: Please, I am begging you! De Groot: I think that's probably what happened. «END LOG» Following this conversation, Waltzer could no longer be found. Research into his possible whereabouts has been ruled unnecessary. Addendum 7724-05, Related Incident: Two days following the disappearance of Waltzer, a colossal humanoid entity resembling Junior Researcher Jack Waltzer measuring an estimated 900,000 kilometers was identified by Foundation satellites in the Canis Major dwarf galaxy, rapidly approaching Earth. Due to his immense size, he was immediately detected by civilian space observation organizations. Personnel and civilians viewing the anomaly often describe it as small, tiny, or otherwise diminutive. Footnotes 1. A noospheric anomaly activated, or affected, by a specific brand of humor. 2. See "change blindness." 3. See "A Sociological Analysis of Site 8 In-Jokes". Author's Note Hide Author's Note Let me tell you about the time I almost died. It happened in 1978. My dad had just left for work, so I thought I'd head out to hang with my friends and skip school. I was hit by a car. It didn't hurt much, fortunately. But I spent a while unconscious. When I awoke in the local hospital, I'd experienced hours of personal growth. I'd seen so much. But I can't remember many details. I've been to therapy several times in my life. But no therapy has ever healed me as much as that car. I got my ass into gear and got myself into a university. I did great. Nobody could stop me. I forgot about the experience by the time I was holding a stable job and raising a kid with my wife. But when I began to remember my near-death, it all came flooding back. In that hospital bed, I learned what it really meant to worry. I grew up so afraid to tell my parents how scared I was, how worried I was. My childhood fear was my constant companion, on my back. And it eventually became a sort of career. But only later, I found out how valuable that fear was. I know the fear of watching my family get old and not being able to do everything. I know the fear of losing loved ones in a bad accident. I know the fear of not having enough money to do what I want to do. I know the fear of not getting promoted at work. I know the fear of getting fired at my job. I know the fear of losing my kids, when the oldest is leaving for college, and the youngest will be a senior next year. I know the fear of being sick and losing the only job I've ever really loved. But what if it is the only thing keeping you in your career, in your job you're proud of, working with the friends you care about? This fear is scary, but it can also be your biggest ally. You've got to worry, but you've got to do something about it. You've got to start figuring out how you can get more out of your career, more out of your life. You're gonna have to pay attention to it. You're gonna have to think about it. Fear can make us more productive, more creative, more worried. But sometimes, it makes us do the opposite. We start making bad choices. We start pushing away friends. We start making huge, horrible financial decisions. We start avoiding getting what we need out of our career. And maybe we can't solve the problems of the world, and maybe we can't keep our loved ones safe from the random horrible things that happen in this world, but maybe we can get a little bit more out of our career. Maybe we can make a few more dollars. Maybe we can get a few more promotions. Maybe we can get closer to a world where we're not worried about whether we'll make rent. Maybe we can actually have some free time to think about what we want to do, what we want to spend our lives on. I think the best way to solve that problem is not to think about it, not worry about it. Just act. Start spending your days working on what you care about. Learn more, read more, get better at your job. But before you do that, leave an upvote on this article. We worked very hard on it, I promise. 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SCP-7724 | uncontained | Photograph taken of Researcher Marshall by Junior Researcher Jack Waltzer. Item #: SCP-7724 Special Containment Procedures: Personnel are encouraged to no longer make short jokes at the expense of SCP-7724-1. SCP-7724-1 has been supplied with platform shoes, stilts, and doll clothing so that he may continue his work at the Foundation. Description: SCP-7724 is a farcicohazard1 affecting SCP-7724-1, Junior Researcher Jack Waltzer. Whenever a height-based joke at his expense is made, SCP-7724-1 shrinks by approximately 1 millimeter. When first contracted by the Foundation, SCP-7724-1 measured 1.7 meters in height. Discovery: Due to the incremental nature of SCP-7724-1's height changes,2 and the common, passing, nature of the height jokes levied at him,3 SCP-7724 was not discovered until SCP-7724-1 had decreased nearly 0.4 meters in height. SCP-7724-1, the first to take note of the anomaly, reported his observations to his superiors, whereupon a formal investigation began. Addendum 7724-01, Site 8 Memorandum 01/03: Following the allotment of an SCP designation, a memorandum was sent out to all Site 8 staff requesting they refrain from mocking Waltzer's below-average size. Hey guys! Jack Waltzer… or should I say, SCP-7724-1, speaking. Haha! Yup, for those of you unaware, there's been a running joke where I'd be called short, small, petite, teeny-tiny… you get the idea. Somehow those jokes have caused me to actually shrink every time one is told, so, unfortunately, the joke must end :( To be clear, I like the jokes! Wouldn't mind if they kept going, except that I'd rather not actually be small enough to fit into someone's pockets. Haha! Thanks! Junior Researcher Jack Waltzer Addendum 7724-02, Interview Log: The following interview was recorded between Waltzer and his on-site therapist, Dr. Courtney Klein. «BEGIN LOG» Klein: Now, as you were saying earlier, you think that you are shrinking? Waltzer: I don't think I am, I know I am. Klein: No offense, Waltzer, but you've always been a little on the short side. Waltzer: Yeah, I know, heh. Though lately, I can't even reach the cookie jar in the break room. I know it's on a pretty high shelf, but I used to be able to reach it if I just jumped a bit, but now I can't even reach it if I jump! And I noticed it after a bunch of people made short jokes at my expense the other day. I even asked around to see if someone had adjusted the height on the shelf, but no! It's in the same spot. Klein: You mean every time someone cracks a short joke at you, you shrink a little more? Waltzer: Exactly. Klein: Hmm. I see. Do you perhaps have a short temper when it comes to your height? Waltzer: Not really, I don't mind the short jokes. But I don't want to shrink even more, you know? Klein: Alright, gonna go ahead and mark that down as a no. Next question: Have you been feeling… down lately? Waltzer: Wait a minute, are you cracking short jokes at my expense? Come on! I'm shrinking here, I don't need my therapist joining in on it too! [Dr. Klein's pocket watch begins ringing.] Klein: Oh, sorry, looks like we're a bit short on time. Waltzer: That better not be another joke. Klein: Officer Kurzmann will escort you out and we'll reschedule. «END LOG» Addendum 7724-03, Site 8 Memorandum 01/04: Stop it! Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it! Stop with the short jokes please I'm begging you Stop. I'll do anything! You're doing it right now, I can feel it in my SPLEEN. I am not a shortstack I am not a baby I am not a funny little guy. Or I wasn't. Before this. I used to like the jokes, I did! I used to listen to them and laugh even if they weren't funny! Because I thought you were my friends, but apparently not. There was a memo, like, last week? Very nice, very professional, asked kindly for you guys to stop. You know what happened? I shrunk by a foot! People just made more jokes! You think this is funny? I am half the man I used to be and you think this is funny? I have to wear children's platform shoes to reach my desk. I know you've got used to it, but how about a new joke, huh? Waltzer is like Waltz, the dance, huh? Funny little guy doing a funny little dance, huh? Yeah? That could be a new thing!!!! I just shrunk myself. Called myself a little guy. Look what you've done to me. Stop it. I don't know what's going to happen if I keep shrinking am I going to be like Antman Enter the Quantumania? I don't want to find out, I just want to be a normal guy with a normal height. And normal shoes. I don't know how to reason with you people. If this keeps going there won't be any of me left. It's not funny anymore. Sincerely, J. Waltzer Addendum 7724-04, CCTV Footage: The following is a recorded conversation between multiple Site 8 personnel and Waltzer. «BEGIN LOG» [De Groot, Kucuk, LeGrand, Schmeling, and Waltzer are seated at a table in the Site 8 lunch room. Waltzer is dressed in doll clothes and sits on a booster seat to reach the table. He continues to shrink before the conversation begins.] De Groot: Have you heard about Waltzer? [Waltzer stops eating and looks exasperated.] Kucuk: What about him? LeGrand: I heard he's shrinking. Kucuk: So he's short. De Groot: Yeah. [Waltzer continues to shrink. He sobs as he can no longer hold his fork.] Schmeling: Little guy. LeGrand: Tiny man. Kucuk: Pick him up and put him in my pocket. Schmeling: Has to jump on his keyboard keys to type. [Klein joins the group at the table. He knocks down the booster seat as Waltzer barely manages to jump onto the table.] Klein: Who does? De Groot: Jack Waltzer. Klein: Can't see him, he's too small. [Waltzer has shrunk so much he has disappeared into his doll clothes. Moments later, he re-emerges through the left pant leg of the garments. He is naked.] Waltzer: Help me. LeGrand: What's that? De Groot: Huh? Schmeling: I didn't say anything. Klein: Me neither. Kucuk: Maybe it was him. Klein: Who? De Groot: The shrimp. Klein: Shrimp can't talk, I've tried. Kucuk: This one does. Waltzer: I'm not a shrimp! Klein: Well then he should speak up! [Klein moves her face closer to the table.] Klein: I CAN'T HEAR YOU. YOU'RE TOO SMALL. Walzter: Stop! Stop, please! I'm the smallest thing now I can't get any smaller! God help me! What have I done to deserve this?! Kucuk: Maybe he shrank so much that the ants took him. Waltzer: Please, I am begging you! De Groot: I think that's probably what happened. «END LOG» Following this conversation, Waltzer could no longer be found. Research into his possible whereabouts has been ruled unnecessary. Addendum 7724-05, Related Incident: Two days following the disappearance of Waltzer, a colossal humanoid entity resembling Junior Researcher Jack Waltzer measuring an estimated 900,000 kilometers was identified by Foundation satellites in the Canis Major dwarf galaxy, rapidly approaching Earth. Due to his immense size, he was immediately detected by civilian space observation organizations. Personnel and civilians viewing the anomaly often describe it as small, tiny, or otherwise diminutive. Footnotes 1. A noospheric anomaly activated, or affected, by a specific brand of humor. 2. See "change blindness." 3. See "A Sociological Analysis of Site 8 In-Jokes". Author's Note Hide Author's Note Let me tell you about the time I almost died. It happened in 1978. My dad had just left for work, so I thought I'd head out to hang with my friends and skip school. I was hit by a car. It didn't hurt much, fortunately. But I spent a while unconscious. When I awoke in the local hospital, I'd experienced hours of personal growth. I'd seen so much. But I can't remember many details. I've been to therapy several times in my life. But no therapy has ever healed me as much as that car. I got my ass into gear and got myself into a university. I did great. Nobody could stop me. I forgot about the experience by the time I was holding a stable job and raising a kid with my wife. But when I began to remember my near-death, it all came flooding back. In that hospital bed, I learned what it really meant to worry. I grew up so afraid to tell my parents how scared I was, how worried I was. My childhood fear was my constant companion, on my back. And it eventually became a sort of career. But only later, I found out how valuable that fear was. I know the fear of watching my family get old and not being able to do everything. I know the fear of losing loved ones in a bad accident. I know the fear of not having enough money to do what I want to do. I know the fear of not getting promoted at work. I know the fear of getting fired at my job. I know the fear of losing my kids, when the oldest is leaving for college, and the youngest will be a senior next year. I know the fear of being sick and losing the only job I've ever really loved. But what if it is the only thing keeping you in your career, in your job you're proud of, working with the friends you care about? This fear is scary, but it can also be your biggest ally. You've got to worry, but you've got to do something about it. You've got to start figuring out how you can get more out of your career, more out of your life. You're gonna have to pay attention to it. You're gonna have to think about it. Fear can make us more productive, more creative, more worried. But sometimes, it makes us do the opposite. We start making bad choices. We start pushing away friends. We start making huge, horrible financial decisions. We start avoiding getting what we need out of our career. And maybe we can't solve the problems of the world, and maybe we can't keep our loved ones safe from the random horrible things that happen in this world, but maybe we can get a little bit more out of our career. Maybe we can make a few more dollars. Maybe we can get a few more promotions. Maybe we can get closer to a world where we're not worried about whether we'll make rent. Maybe we can actually have some free time to think about what we want to do, what we want to spend our lives on. I think the best way to solve that problem is not to think about it, not worry about it. Just act. Start spending your days working on what you care about. Learn more, read more, get better at your job. But before you do that, leave an upvote on this article. We worked very hard on it, I promise. 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SCP-7725 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains body horror and themes of religious bigotry. ⚠️ content warning SCP-7725-A in 2022. Item #: SCP-7725 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7725-A has been seized by the Foundation. The structure has been condemned and a 2-meter tall fence has been constructed to keep civilians from entering the premises. The fence is to be brought down upon SCP-7725-C manifestation and put back in place following its demanifestation. Provisional Site-32X has been established on a nearby property to monitor the anomaly. Manifestations of SCP-7725-C are to be monitored by MTF-Lambda-5 ("Matchmakers"). A D-Class personnel specifically trained in Baptist religious teachings is to be assigned to interact with the entity until its demanifestation. Description: SCP-7725 is the group designation assigned of three interrelated anomalies in Arkadelphia, Arkansas. SCP-7725-A is a two-story, four-room house in a mild state of disrepair. All attempts to breach and enter SCP-7725-A have resulted in failure, as the structure appears to only be penetrable by SCP-7725-C and its targets. SCP-7725-B refers to an estimated 55 humanoid entities of varying ages, 4 canines, and 3 felines bearing elongated bodies and extremities, all of which reside within SCP-7725-A. None have been observed to leave the structure. SCP-7725-C is a humanoid entity resembling a Caucasian female between the ages of 20 and 25 which manifests every 20 years during the month of November, whereupon it will exit SCP-7725-A. SCP-7725-C behaves as a non-anomalous individual, and over the course of 6-11 months establishes itself as an active and prolific member of the local community's Christian religious organizations. During this time, SCP-7725-C will court and seduce a male between ages 25-30 from said organizations. SCP-7725-C will often make invitations to introduce their target to their 'parents' with the apparent purpose of converting them into an instance of SCP-7725-B. To date, all observed SCP-7725-C instances have been found to possess the genetic material of prior iterations' victims. Addendum 7725.1: Attached below is a recorded log of D-Class personnel entering SCP-7725-A on October 2022. He had been courting SCP-7725-C for 11 months, starting in November of 2021. Note: D-1221 was outfitted with a one-way audio-visual transmission device disguised as a necklace prior to entering SCP-7725-A. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-7725-C: [Giggles] I'm so excited for you to meet them. D-1221: I'm looking forward to it! I hope I can live up to their expectations of me. SCP-7725-C: Oh, don't worry baby. I'm sure they'll love you. [SCP-7725-C opens the door. The interior of SCP-7725-A is in apparent disrepair. This gives D-1221 pause, as he hesitates to enter.] SCP-7725-C: Come on, baby! [SCP-7725-C enters SCP-7725-A. It motions for D-1221 to follow before starting to remove its shoes and place them beside the door. D-1221 enters and the door is shut behind him.] SCP-7725-B-1: Janice? Is that you? [A male SCP-7725-B instance's head appears through the doorway. It is later identified as an elder version of D-6930, the D-Class assigned to the prior SCP-7725-C instance 20 years ago.] SCP-7725-C: Yes, daddy! I brought James! D-1221: H-hello, sir it's lovely to meet you. [D-1221 begins to approach but is stopped by SCP-7725-C.] SCP-7725-C: Take your shoes off at the door, silly billy. [D-1221 acquiesces and takes a moment to remove his shoes. SCP-7725-C enters the doorway as SCP-7725-B-1 disappears within it again. Once his shoes are removed, D-1221 approaches the doorway. He is met with a twisting mass of elongated human bodies inside, intertwining in Archimedean spirals, knots, and tangles. They are wrapped around one another tightly, with some instances' hair being knotted as well. Several pleasured groans are audible. SCP-7725-B-1's head is visible near the front of the room, twisting around the head of a female SCP-7725-B instance. Both of their necks are estimated to measure 5m.] D-1221: What the fuck?! SCP-7725-B-1: Language, young man! [SCP-7725-C kisses SCP-7725-B-1 on the cheek. It looks at D-1221 with an angered expression. Several of the heads scattered throughout the room on the ground begin moaning louder.] D-1221: S-sorry, I just… Uh… You know, maybe I should go. I don't know if I'm ready for this. SCP-7725-C: [Pouting.] James! You promised you would meet my family! Don't go backing out on me now! SCP-7725-B-1: "Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and he will establish your plans." Proverbs 16:3. Are you seriously going to leave my daughter like this, James? D-1221: N-no. You're right. I was just, uh, surprised at how big your family is. [The other instances of SCP-7725-B quiet down and resume their low groaning.] SCP-7725-B-1: We like to keep our loved ones close. "And he rejoiced along with his entire household that he had believed in God." Acts 16:31-34. D-1221: That one is a favorite of mine. That and Ephesians 5:25. SCP-7725-B-1: Remind me, how does that one go again? D-1221: "Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her." SCP-7725-C: I knew you would bond over your love of Christ! Oh, daddy, I'm so happy you like him. SCP-7725-B-1: Now hold on, pumpkin. I never said I liked him just yet. I just know he's a man of God, and that's good, but it ain't enough for me. D-1221: I promise you, I don't mean any funny business with your, um, daughter. SCP-7725-B-1: We'll just have to wait and see what the missus thinks of you, James. Darling, come out and meet Janice's boyfriend! [The female instance SCP-7725-B-1 is wrapped around turns to reveal an older visage of the previous SCP-7725-C instance from 20 years ago. It is missing all its teeth and its eyes are pitch black.] SCP-7725-B-2: [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] D-1221: Jesus! SCP-7725-B-1: What did I say about language, young man? I ain't gonna tell you a third time! SCP-7725-C: Hi momma! [SCP-7725-C embraces SCP-7725-B-2's elongated neck for a moment and turns to face D-1221.] D-1221: [Muttering.] S-sorry, I just… man, this feels like a bad dream. Sure. I'll go along with it. Maybe that's all it is. Just a bad dream. SCP-7725-B-1: Speak up, son. Don't you know it's rude to mumble like that? D-1221: Yeah. Totally. Sorry. I was just stunned by your wife's beauty. If I didn't know any better, I would have assumed she was Janice's older sister. SCP-7725-B-2: [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] SCP-7725-B-1: Oh, honey. You're a card. Say, dinner is almost ready. Why don't you join us over in the kitchen, James? SCP-7725-C: Oh, mom made her special stew today! You'll love it. SCP-7725-B-1: Janice, why don't you put Fido up in his room so he doesn't beg at the table? SCP-7725-C: Yes, daddy! [SCP-7725-C approaches the writhing pile of flesh and picks out the head of a dog. It licks its fingers and extends its elongated body forward as SCP-7725-C exits the room behind D-1221, bringing the canine instance of SCP-7725-B along with it. A few barks are audible as this happens. SCP-7725-B-2 turns around and moves its neck towards another room in the opposite direction.] SCP-7725-B-1: So. Follow me, son. Let's talk shop. D-1221: Y-yes, sir. SCP-7725-B-1: So you want to be with my baby girl, is that true? [SCP-7725-B-1 moves towards the same room SCP-7725-B-2 entered. D-1221 walks around the pile of twisting bodies in the living room and follows along. They enter the remains of a kitchen. Several arms extending from the living room are grabbing bowls and setting them on the table. Numerous heads lay on the ground, moaning and groaning at a low volume.] D-1221: That w-was the plan, sir. [D-1221 takes a seat at the table as SCP-7725-B-1 turns to face him.] SCP-7725-B-1: Was? Do you suddenly not love my daughter? Tell me I misheard you, James. D-1221: No! I still love her. I just… I guess I'm intimidated by you and your family. SCP-7725-B-1: I'm not here to judge you, son. That is something only the Lord Himself can do. D-1221: Yeah. I guess you're right. I want to marry your daughter and have a nice, happy family. Just like you do here. SCP-7725-B-1: That's good. And tell me, do you believe in God? Do you really believe in Him? D-1221: I do. I believe that when I die, I will go to heaven and meet Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates, and I will be able to spend all eternity at the Lord's side. I am but His humble servant. SCP-7725-C: I'm back! [SCP-7725-C enters the frame. It takes a seat beside D-1221.] SCP-7725-B-1: I'm glad you do, James. Because I can't have no filthy atheists or Catholics marrying my little girl. Do you know what 'Janice' means, James? SCP-7725-C: Oh, daddy. You don't have to tell this story. [A slight squelching sound is heard, alongside a minor cracking. The video frame tilts.] D-1221: No, sir. SCP-7725-B-1: It means 'God has been gracious' or 'Gift from God'. She's destined to live a life guided by God, and I can't have anyone or anything pose a risk to that. As a man of God to another, you understand what I mean, don't you, son? [The squelching and cracking grow louder.] D-1221: Yes, sir. [SCP-7725-B-1 moves closer to D-1221.] SCP-7725-B-1: And do you know what 'James' means? [The cracking and squelchings sounds grow louder. The video frame tilts further. The SCP-7725-B instances laying on the ground begin to moan and groan louder.] D-1221: N-no, sir. [SCP-7725-B-1 moves closer to D-1221.] SCP-7725-B-1: It's a derivative of Jacob. It means 'supplanter.' Usurper. Are you here to usurp me, James? Are you here to steal away my little girl and lead her to a life of sin? [SCP-7725-B-1 moves closer to D-1221. The squelching and cracking have reached a fever pitch. The video feed tilts further, showing another neck elongating and reaching toward SCP-7725-C's own. The two entwine, and the camera is pulled up as they continue to wrap around one another. D-1221 is revealed to be elongating to match other SCP-7725-B instances. The SCP-7725-B instances on the ground are screaming.] D-1221: What! No, I just… I just wanted to meet you is all! I wanted to meet the parents of my girlfriend who I love very much! I'm a man of God, I swear it! [SCP-7725-B-1 moves away. The SCP-7725-B instances quiet down. Their moans resolve into a soft thumping and wet suckling.] SCP-7725-B-1: Oh, relax, James. I'm just pulling your leg. Welcome to the family, son. [The camera moves further up D-1221's elongated body, reaching SCP-7725-C's neck. It strains momentarily before being crushed. Video feed is lost.] <END LOG> R is for "Reshape" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub T is for "Transmission" More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs Nico's Proposal II • SCP-371-J • SCP-8911 • SCP-5057 • SCP-4003 • SCP-ES-227 • SCP-6512 • SCP-1799 • SCP-2910-JP • SCP-7926 • SCP-7149 • SCP-7573 • SCP-6057 • SCP-ES-101-J • SCP-8984 • Tales/GoI Formats Being Dzhey Evervud • Dr. Cimmerian Hits Reply All • Frenzied Overture • Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Orientation • Fanfa • SPC-446 • What Came After • I Don't Get It, But I'll Figure It Out. • Two Minutes To Midnight • Project Proposal 2018-145: "Drinking With the Jocks" • Square your shoulders, lift your pack, and leave your friends and go. • SCP-049-ΩK • UIU File: 2008-021 • A Tale Of Petty Revenge • Sebastian • Other Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • Ode To The Unknown Author • uncle nicolini author page • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7725" by Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7726 | safe | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a suicide attempt, mentions of suicide, toxic positivity, and gaslighting. ⚠️ content warning Dear Rex, I don't actually know if it will be you who finds me like this but if anyone is going to find me, I figure it's going to be you, but I digress. FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT CASE ID-7726XP ISSUE: Doctor Justine Everwood is exhibiting intense survivor guilt over being the sole survivor of Containment Breach 562341673444WTX. KNOWLEDGE: Everwood has exhibited suicidal tendencies in the past, particularly in their teenage years, and is expected to relapse into such tendencies within the following weeks. RECOMMENDED PROCEDURE: Utilize psychological personnel to encourage their suicidal tendencies and enact LUCKY HARE protocol 2%. NOTES: N/A I shouldn't have survived that breach. Everyone says I was lucky to escape with one arm intact but I don't believe them. Fifty dead and one injured? Please. There's nothing lucky about knowing I should have died but didn't. FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT CASE ID-7726XP UPDATE LUCKY HARE protocol has worked as predicted. Everwood is expected to attempt suicide sometime this week. As per LUCKY HARE protocol, SCP-7726 has been left in an easily accessible location to Everwood under the guise of it being a non-anomalous firearm left behind by a careless security guard. Thank you for working so hard for me. Seeing as you're the most hardworking person in our department, I'm confident your promotion will be swift. But more importantly, thank you for your friendship. You made working here that much more fun. SCP-7726 SCP-7726. Item #: SCP-7726 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7726 is to be kept in a standard anomalous object lockbox in Site-55. Fire Suppression Department personnel are permitted unrestricted access to the object. Description: SCP-7726 is a standard Beretta 90two semi-automatic pistol. When fired at a human subject, SCP-7726's mechanism will jam and fail to fire regardless of the status of the object. SCP-7726 will fire as normal when aimed at any other target. Additionally, SCP-7726 will not fire if doing so would result in it damaging a human subject. I can't live with this guilt any longer. LUCKY HARE PROTOCOL OVERVIEW: LUCKY HARE protocol's stated purpose is the prevention of unnecessary loss in suicidal personnel. This is achieved by informing the target personnel of their overwhelmingly good fortune. The process involves showing the target personnel affection and positive affirmations while ensuring to downplay their negative emotions as fruitless. This results in the target personnel feeling more pleased with life in 60% of cases. 38% of further cases require a combination of more intense therapeutic efforts as well as medication. The Fire Suppression Department utilizes a unique drug to further rehabilitate personnel who fall into this bracket of LUCKY HARE protocol. The final 2% of personnel who fall into LUCKY HARE protocol require more direct measures. They will often require overwhelming evidence of their good fortune, and as such, the use of anomalies has been approved to improve morale. Anomalies approved for use in LUCKY HARE protocol's 2% procedures are typically unassuming in appearance and can be mistaken for non-anomalous objects, which lends the project credibility. READ MORE READ MORE So long, and thanks for all the fish, I guess. - Jay Everwood FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT CASE ID-7726XP UPDATE Everwood was found in their office by a passing guard at approximately 0000 hrs on 26/07/2022 after hearing shots coming from the direction. SCP-7726 was recovered by disguised guard personnel. Everwood was unharmed and is currently undergoing extensive psychotherapy treatment with Dr. Von Thunen. They are expected to enter the 38th percentage of cases within the next three weeks. This case is considered RESOLVED. 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SCP-7727 | euclid | Dr. Roberts. Item #: SCP-7727 Special Containment Procedures: Dr. Roberts' office has been relocated to containment chamber 34A-C, where he is to continue his work remotely. The chamber is not ventilated and is temperature controlled to 2° C. Dr. Roberts is not permitted to leave his containment chamber under any circumstances. No meals are to be supplied. Description: SCP-7727 refers to an anomalous scent produced by Dr. Jackson Roberts. SCP-7727 possesses a low odor detection threshold and high concentration, making it extremely potent and overpowering. The scent has been compared to Cadaverine1 and Putrescine2 by Foundation biochemists. To date, Dr. Roberts is the only individual not affected by SCP-7727. Discovery: SCP-7727 first came to Foundation attention following various Human Resources complaints regarding Dr. Roberts. At first thought to be a personal problem, Dr. Roberts was ordered to take steps to improve his hygiene by HR personnel. After 16 further complaints were filed within a span of 3 days, Dr. Roberts was forcibly taken from his office during work hours and thoroughly bathed by two D-Class personnel supplied with gas masks. Following the conclusion of this bath, Dr. Roberts still exuded SCP-7727 and was taken to Site-55's Intake Department for processing. While present, two personnel fainted from the smell and the remaining five refused to process Dr. Roberts until they were similarly supplied with gas masks. Addendum 7727.1: The following attached document is a recorded conversation between Dr. Roberts and Researcher Chun, an Intake Department member assisting in Dr. Robert's processing. Note: Chun had previously commanded Roberts to remove his clothing as part of the standard humanoid intake assessment procedure. <BEGIN LOG> Roberts: This is so humiliating. Chun: It could be worse. Roberts: It can't be that bad, can it? I mean, come on. I shower just like everyone else! I put on deodorant and cologne! Chun: Sit still a moment, I'm trying to take your blood pressure. Roberts: Sorry. [There is a ten-second silence.] Chun: Stupid sphygmomanometer. It's probably broken. I can't seem to get a read on your blood pressure. Hold on. Let me grab a pulse oximeter. [There is a five-second silence.] Roberts: Is that one of those that goes on the finger? Chun: Yup. [There is a five-second silence, followed by a beeping.] Chun: Huh. What are the odds of my sphygmomanometer and oximeter being broken at the same time? [Chun removes the oximeter from Roberts' finger, but half of his index finger comes along with the oximeter. Roberts recoils.] Roberts: My finger! Aaaah! Chun: Don't be such a baby. We can grow it back. Roberts: You psychopath, you broke off my finger! What's the matter with you?! Chun: Dr. Roberts, please calm down. We can't process you if you keep yelling. Roberts: Fine. [Chun reaches for his stethoscope.] Chun: One last try. Let's see what's going on with you. [There is an eight-second silence.] Chun: Nothing. Roberts: What do you mean nothing? Chun: Exactly that. I got nothing. Roberts: Well… I feel fine. I guess nothing ain't so bad. Chun: Except for the fact that you stink. Roberts: Oh come on, it really can't be that bad if I can't even smell it! <END LOG> End-Note: Dr. Roberts continued to argue with Chun over the smell of SCP-7727 for approximately fifteen minutes before being escorted to his new containment chamber. On the way, Dr. Roberts stubbed his toe against a wall and complained about it coming unattached but was quickly stopped from complaining by guard personnel. Dr. Roberts' next of kin were informed as per family disclosure protocol and direct containment of SCP-7727 began. Footnotes 1. (CH2)5(NH2)2. 2. (CH2)4(NH2)2. 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SCP-7729 | safe | close Info X Content Warning: murder, death, suicide, and other dark themes. Item #: SCP-7729 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7729 has no capacity for harm. Therefore, basic open air procedures have been implemented. A fence has been constructed around the property it resides in and the road leading to it has been cordoned off. Description: SCP-7729 is the spirit of one Eleanor Long. Long was a housewife born in Chicago, Illinois, U.S.A. who was murdered by her husband Richard Finesbury in late 1940. Finesbury never gave a motive, although prosecutors at the time believed he had been driven to kill from a perceived lack of power over his life. Despite meeting when they were children, Finesbury's family1 was never supportive of his marriage with Long. He would exchange hostile letters with them for three years until, in 1938, they disowned him and stopped all communications. His daughter would be born at this time2. In 1939, he was dismissed from his job as a plasterer for unknown reasons, and the family would fall to near poverty over the next year. It is not known what incident caused the murder, but during the night, Finesbury dressed Long in her wedding gown and strangled her in their bed. He then bound her hands and feet with ropes, dug a shallow grave in the forest behind their home, and buried her. Witnesses reported seeing Finesbury digging the grave and carrying his wife's body to it, leading to his arrest. Despite this, police were unable to find Long's body. When they dug where she was supposedly buried, they only found Long's half-rotten wedding dress. Finesbury refused to admit where her body was hidden and in 1941, he was convicted and sentenced to death by asphyxiation-gas. SCP-7729 bears the appearance of a typical spiritual entity: only appearing when called upon, always appearing in the same position when called upon (in a rocking chair in the house's basement), etc. However, it does not appear to possess a will of its own. It does not speak. It does not respond to the Christian cross or its name being called. If a force were to be applied to it, such as its chair being moved, then it will respond appropriately by falling to the ground. It has some weak physical properties — "Its skin is soft, almost like a marshmallow texture. If I try, I can move my hand through it, but it fills me with disgust. It feels as though I'm disturbing something." (Experiment 7729-005) — although it has never been observed falling through the ground or moving through a wall. SCP-7729 can act as a conduit for the dead to communicate with the living. When the proper ritual is conducted (Containment Procedure Supplement 7729-01), an individual may call upon a dead individual whom they hold strong feelings towards to possess it. These feelings do not need to be pleasant — hate works as well as love — but they must be significant to the individual. SCP-7729 will then appear as an old woman in a torn wedding dress. Its face will be expressionless, and it will be still until the individual possessing it chooses to move. Experiment transcripts involving SCP-7729 are being compared to other similar SCPs in the hopes of constructing a grand theory of the afterlife. Personnel interested in contributing to this theory should contact their Site Director. Addendum #1: Interviews + show block – hide block SCP-7729: Oh my god. (Silence.) D-84333: Um. How are you? SCP-7729: Are you real? D-84333: I, uh— yeah, I think so. Why would I not be real? SCP-7729: I-I read in a book once that in the future they could dig up the brain of a dead person and electrocute it so that it thought it was alive again. And they did experiments on it and they fucked with it— D-84333: No! No, this isn't like that. It's this um… device that can help keep you alive for a little. SCP-7729: Ah. Um… thank god, hahah! I was so scared, heh. I'm really happy to see you. I'm so happy— when I woke up I was so scared because I could feel myself slipping and I-I couldn't think of you. The pain was so bad. I was so scared t-that I didn't love you as much as I thought I did. D-84333: Hah! I’m, oh… Jesus Christ honey, I’m sorry. I um… That’s really great to hear! Hahah! Fuck! (D-84333 gets up from their chair and embraces SCP-7729. Soon they both begin to sob.) SCP-7729: I’m not… Goddamn, I’m not gonna see you for very long am I? D-84333: No, but it’s okay. (SCP-7729 screams.) SCP-7729: God, did you kill someone? Why are you dressed like- D-84333: No! No! SCP-7729: You’re in death row!? D-84333: No! It’s just y-y… There’s these people, these researchers and there’s a bunch of monsters around the world. They’ve always been here and these Feds, they contain them and they, like, research them. Like aliens! There’s aliens on Earth and this shadow government- SCP-7729: Oh my god… D-84333: Contains them. They’re called the SCP Foundation! And I’m their test subject, they test me on these things because they need people to do that and I got really fucking sad when you left and I did some really dumb things and they got me on some shit but I didn’t kill anyone. I love you. I don’t know if- SCP-7729: I'm fucking insane. D-84333: They’re gonna let me see you for much longer, but that’s why you’re here. There’s this monster that’s letting me see you. It doesn’t matter, but this is real. I’m real, and I love you. I love you so fucking much. There were so many fucking people at your funeral, I brought the entire goddamn block. There were hundreds. I cried for an hour! I fucking howl-cried for you, and so did everyone else! SCP-7729: Oh my god. D-84333: It’s nothing, honey! I love you! God I miss you every day. I’ll always remember you, I’ll find a way to stay alive. I’ll stay alive for you. You were the reason why I'm still here— SCP-7729: Oh my god. D-84333: I love you. SCP-7729: I… love you. I love you, honey. + show block – hide block SCP-7729: I'm here. SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: You're here. (Pause.) SCP-7729: You look older. I hope I wasn't the reason why. SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: No— heh. It took fourteen years for me to finish everything. Tons of trials, tons of uh, loose threads. Monetary issues, research issues, moral issues. You finish clearing one hurdle just to find another right behind it. SCP-7729: But you got it to work? SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: Yeah. Y-Yeah, it's nearly all finished, hahah! All the trials were successful, so now we're just waiting for the whole thing to be built. It's— I'm sorry I'm really jittery right now I'm really happy to see you! SCP-7729: It's not done? How am I alive then? How am— SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: This is something different. Some anomaly they found out in Illinois. It's a ghost that other ghosts can talk through. SCP-7729: Oh. So how long am I going to stay here? SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: Half an hour at the longest. It's… I don't know the specifics but I imagine since the gateway is or was an organic entity that the connection is less stable than what we're gonna build. Much less stable. SCP-7729: So I'll go back in a few minutes. SR RESEARCHER GRENDEL: Yes. You'll be gone until we get the machine going. SCP-7729: Oh my… (Pause.) SCP-7729: Oh god, oh god. SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: What's wrong? SCP-7729: I… need to ask you something. Is that okay with you? Don't ask me why, please. SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: That's fine! What is it? Are you hurt? (Pause.) SCP-7729: Please don't bring me back. SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: What? SCP-7729: You said you wouldn't ask why. SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: I thought you were going to say something reasonable, not— what do you mean? Why wouldn't you want to come back? SCP-7729: I can't explain why. SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: You've spent your entire career— SCP-7729: I know. SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: You're… Why? You have to tell me why. SCP-7729: Please, James… SR. RESEARCHER GRENDEL: No. No, tell me why. Tell me why or I'm bringing you back. (Silence. SCP-7729 appears to cry, but no tears come from its eyes.) SCP-7729: Everything feels… terrible. My back, it hurts so much. My hands and m-my knees. I feel so c-cold, I have never felt so cold and s-s-small before. I am so… puny. And my mind is full of these feelings, these awful feelings. I— Why am I so unhappy to see you? Why do I hate you so much? I… Oh my god, I don't want to be trapped in this b-body anymore. I remember everything. Oh god, I remember everything. + show block – hide block SCP-7729: Wow… D-22628: Hey, Eddie. Are you there? H-hey, can you hear me? SCP-7729: Oh my… Hi. Am I dead? D-22628: Yeah, you are. I'm sorry. They got this uh, machine that they just developed that can bring you back for a little bit. Is that okay? How are you? SCP-7729: Oh. That s-sucks— hahah! Shit! I'm sorry about everything I did. I was just really fucked up inside a-and I was really pissed at everyone. I didn't mean anything— D-22628: You're fine. You're fine, man. I love you. (SCP-7729 looks down at its hands. They're trembling. It touches its dress, then its sleeves, then its face. It feels the bridge of its nose and the creases on its forehead.) D-22628: How are you feeling? SCP-7729: G-good man. Fuck! I'm so happy to see you, man! How is um, everything? What year is it? How's dad been? D-22628: He's handling it. He stopped doing a lot of things. He stopped um… telling me to do shit around the house. Sometimes he'd stop talking altogether: we'd be in the middle of a conversation about something and then something would… remind him and he'd freeze up. Listen to the wind. His job uh, gave him a month paid leave but he ended up quitting halfway through. He's somewhere up north now. Michigan or Montana or maybe Wisconsin. SCP-7729: You don't know where he is!? D-22628: Nah, he just left. Told me he was going to this writer's workshop in Chicago but I called them and they said he wasn't there. Called the hotel and they said they couldn't tell me. SCP-7729: Fuck. (Silence.) SCP-7729: I'm so sorry. D-22628: It's alright. I was a shit brother to you anyway. I should've listened to you more. I should've… I don't know. Done anything better. Thrown a b-better memorial or wrote something better about you. It took me a while to realize that I didn't really know anything about you. SCP-7729: I think dad's dead. D-22628: Eddie… SCP-7729: I-I'm sorry but I promised him that I-I wouldn't ever try to hurt myself again and we made this pact but— D-22628: Eddie. He's fine. We're all fuckin' fine. SCP-7729: O-okay. (Silence.) SCP-7729: Am I gonna come back? (D-22628 is still. He looks down, then shakes his head.) SCP-7729: Oh. (Pause.) SCP-7729: I love you. I know I didn't fuckin' show it at all because I was an asshole but I r-really couldn't have wished for a better brother. I know I've probably ruined a lot of shit and I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I'm really sorry. I don't want you to be alone. (Silence. Then, D-22628 starts to cry.) D-22628: It's o-okay m-m-man… (D-22628 is crying too hard to speak further. He leans forward in his chair and holds his head in his hands. SCP-7729 reaches out. It places a hand on his back. They remain like this for two-and-a-half minutes, and SCP-7729 fade away. D-22628 is allowed to stay inside of the room for another hour, then is pulled out to allow for another experiment. He leaves without a fight.) + show block – hide block (SCP-7729 is unresponsive. It stares at the floor, occasionally shifting its gaze to the wall. The ritual was verified to have been completed successfully — the deceased individual is present — yet SCP-7729 doesn't appear to react. JOSHUA DURNE, the husband of the deceased individual, is asked to continue the interview despite this.) DURNE: Can you hear me? (Silence.) DURNE: Samantha? (Silence.) DURNE: I hope you're not scared. It's okay if you are, but it's me! Uh… I'm gonna be here with you for a few minutes. I know you're dead, but right now it's okay. They have this new technology that can bring you back for a little bit. (Silence.) DURNE: It's Christmas. I got you a card. (DURNE places a small Christmas card into SCP-7729's hand. It has an illustration of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer on the front.) DURNE: I hope you like it. (Silence.) DURNE: Um… Sorry, what am I supposed to now? (DURNE is told to continue, even if SCP-7729 doesn't respond.) DURNE: Okay. It's was… three-and-a-half years ago since you died. You were driving home and another driver, this woman, Deanna Williams, she lost control and hit you. You both um… (Silence.) DURNE: You both died. And I was pissed off like I should be, obviously, she killed you. There's was a whole case and everything. I wanted them dead, I wanted them to lose everything, everything. And fucking… I get to the court room and I talk about how much I missed you and I cried, I hated them. But you know… nothing happened. It was nobody's fault. They played this CCTV footage and she was driving good, then a deer walks out onto the road. She doesn't notice until the last second, swerves, goes into the intersection and— y'know. (Pause.) DURNE: "Nobody's fault." Fuck me, fuck me. And the deer stares at it the entire time. It stares at the crash when you died, then it jumps away. Disappears. It's just an animal, it doesn't know what it's doing, it doesn't know what it's caused. It's bad luck. And… I probably should've still been mad, but I couldn't. I looked at the family and they were feeling the same way I was feeling. I couldn't complain. (Silence. SCP-7729's eyes drift up towards the ceiling.) DURNE: And um… I don't want to disappoint you but shit got bad after that. Really bad. But um… I miss you. I know everyone says they miss someone but I really, really fucking miss you. They said they're gonna wipe my memory after this because this technology is part of some big conspiracy and I can't know about it b-but that's okay if you can hear me. I know you can't talk but i-if you're really there then I w-wish you were here every d-day Sarah. We a-all love you. We'll always love you. (DURNE reaches over and hold's SCP-7729's hand. It does not respond. He cries a little before collecting himself. He sits in silence with SCP-7729 for five minutes as it fades away. He re-enters the veil willingly.) Footnotes 1. FINESBURY, George (Newcastle, 18 February 1882 - Arlington, 4 September 1966). FINESBURY, Anna (Newcastle, 23 December 1894 - Chicago, 29 January 1949) 2. LONG, Sue (Rockford, 25 June 1938 - Chandler, 2 August 2007) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7729" by redredred, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7729. Licensed under CC-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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