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SCP-7730 | keter | Item #: SCP-7730 Level 2/7730 Classified Special Containment Procedures: Foundation members are to avoid direct verbal communication with known patients of SCP-7730 whenever possible. Embedded agents within civilian hospitals are to be tasked with identifying patients of SCP-7730. All such patients are to be diagnosed with a non-anomalous autoimmune disease, and kept on observation. As the spread of SCP-7730 among the civilian population is difficult to track, full containment of SCP-7730 is impossible. However, as the rate of infection is low, simulations show SCP-7730 is not expected to spread beyond ⸺⸺⸺- total infectees. Description: SCP-7730 is a contagious autoimmune disease spread via an anomalous memetic vector. It is estimated that there are currently approximately 350,000 active infection cases of SCP-7730, the majority of them being civilian. Immune systems affected by SCP-7730 will start attacking various different tissues of the host, with a preference towards specific types of tissue differing from patient to patient. The symptoms of SCP-7730 occur in three major stages: Stage 1: Patient is initially infected by SCP-7730, and the patient's immune system is modified to start slowly attacking specific tissues of the host body. At this stage, the symptoms of SCP-7730 may resemble that of various autoimmune diseases, such as type 1 diabetes or certain types of arthritis. Stage 2: After 1 to 3 years on average, the rate at which the patient's tissues deteriorate drastically increases, and the immune system begins to target a wider variety of tissues. Along with this, the patient's tissues also begin regenerating at a much faster rate, keeping the patient alive in a state of elevated pain. This stage lasts for 3 to 7 years. Stage 3: The rate at which the patient's tissues regenerate starts to slow down, causing the immune system to slowly destroy the patient's body, resulting in death. There is no known case of a patient of SCP-7730 surviving longer than 11 years after the point of infection. SCP-7730 spreads by mildly altering the voice of the patient to contain auditory memetic information that acts as a vector. The specific ways in which this alteration happens is currently unknown, and altered voices are indistinguishable from baseline vocal variations across the population. When a human is exposed to a sufficiently large amount of this altered voice,1 their nervous system will reconfigure itself to contain the memetic component of SCP-7730, causing them to be infected. Despite extensive research, there is no known cure for SCP-7730. [ 4/7730 Level Clearance Required ] [ Credentials Accepted. ] NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is outdated, and may contain inaccurate information. View at your own discretion. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Ignore the warning above. If you can see this document, I assume you've already been fully briefed about what happened to the SCP-7730 situation. The document you are about to read below is the truth about what SCP-7730 is, or rather, could have been. Hundreds of thousands suffer and die from SCP-7730 every day, thinking it's some other, less lethal and non-contagious disease. We could have cured them, we could cure them, but sometimes, these difficult decisions have to be made for the greater good. Remember, we secure, we contain, and we protect. — Hana Lim, Archivist, RAISA Item #: SCP-7730 Level 4/7730 Classified Special Containment Procedures: Foundation members are to avoid direct verbal communication with known patients of SCP-7730 whenever possible. Foundation agents within civilian hospitals are to be tasked with identifying patients of SCP-7730. All such patients are to be relocated to Foundation-owned medical facilities, and treated with Procedure MT-7730-06. At least one and no more than three D-class personnel are to be kept infected with SCP-7730 at any time for research purposes. Extensive care is to be taken to avoid SCP-7730 being spread to any research personnel involved. As the infection rate of SCP-7730 is low, with the current containment procedures, it is estimated that SCP-7730 will be completely eradicated from the civilian population by July 2014. Description: SCP-7730 is a contagious autoimmune disease spread via an anomalous memetic vector. There are currently 5,837 documented currently active infection cases of SCP-7730, the majority of them being civilian. Immune systems affected by SCP-7730 will start attacking various different tissues of the host, with a preference towards specific types of tissue differing from patient to patient. The symptoms of SCP-7730 occur in three major stages: Stage 1: Patient is initially infected by SCP-7730, and the patient's immune system is modified to start slowly attacking specific tissues of the host body. At this stage, the symptoms of SCP-7730 may resemble that of various autoimmune diseases, such as type 1 diabetes or certain types of arthritis. Stage 2: After 1 to 3 years on average, the rate at which the patient's tissues deteriorate drastically increases, and the immune system begins to target a wider variety of tissues. Along with this, the patient's tissues also begin regenerating at a much faster rate, keeping the patient alive in a state of elevated pain. This stage lasts for 3 to 7 years. Stage 3: The rate at which the patient's tissues regenerate starts to slow down, causing the immune system to slowly destroy the patient's body, resulting in death. There is no known case of a patient of SCP-7730 that has not undergone Procedure MT-7730-06 surviving longer than 9 years after the point of infection. SCP-7730 spreads by mildly altering the voice of the patient to contain auditory memetic information that acts as a vector. The specific ways in which this alteration happens is currently unknown, and altered voices are indistinguishable from baseline vocal variations across the population. When a human is exposed to a sufficiently large amount of this altered voice,2 their nervous system will reconfigure itself to contain the memetic component of SCP-7730, causing them to be infected. After extensive research, a method to cure SCP-7730 has been developed, known as Procedure MT-7730-06. The procedure involves scanning the patient's neural activity, in order to generate packets of personalized memetic 'anti-information' that are delivered to the patient in parts over time, slowly counteracting the effects of SCP-7730. Despite being costly and labor-intensive, this method has been proven necessary in order to remove SCP-7730 entirely from the civilian population. Update 2005/10/09: Due to the recent acquisition of multiple high-risk SCP objects, the funding on SCP-7730 research and treatment has been reduced. Foundation medical facilities MS009, MS032, and MS040 are no longer capable of treating patients with Procedure MT-7730-06. Civilian patients sent to the aforementioned medical facilities are now to be put on quarantine indefinitely, and treated with non-anomalous medical procedures. When the symptoms reach the second or third stage, the patients are to be treated with painkillers. Update 2006/03/03: Due to the large-scale reallocation of Foundation budget following the commencement of Project 009428-682, funding on SCP-7730 research and treatment has been halted indefinitely due to it being a low priority task. New containment procedures are being drafted accordingly. Update 2006/04/14: Due to increasing reports of low morale, especially among recently reassigned research personnel, the Ethics Committee has determined that it is necessary to classify certain information relating to several low-priority SCPs that are not being actively researched in order to help personnel focus on more important tasks at hand. Following Ethics Committee Ruling 060412-037, all Foundation personnel previously assigned to SCP-7730 research and treatment have been amnesticized, and all information regarding Procedure MT-7730-06 has been classified above Level 4 clearance. Footnotes 1. Notably, voices transmitted or recorded electronically do not contain the necessary memetic information to infect other hosts, as the slight information loss in the encoding process renders the memetic vectors inert. 2. Notably, voices transmitted or recorded electronically do not contain the necessary memetic information to infect other hosts, as the slight information loss in the encoding process renders the memetic vectors inert. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7730" by CuteFish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7730. Licensed under CC-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-7731 | keter | Item#: 7731 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Pumpkins generated by SCP-7731-3, photographed upon manifestation. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7731 is presently uncontained. Objects created by SCP-7731 events are to be incinerated when possible. Personnel are reminded that Site-48 holds no events or celebrations relating to Halloween. Description: SCP-7731 is a phenomenon which causes the periodic manifestation of Halloween-related objects and organisms within Site-481. Additionally, SCP-7731 will occasionally make alterations to existing objects. SCP-7731 appears to be targeting Site-48 Director Hiba Nasser. A chronological list of SCP-7731 events is appended below. Designation: SCP-7731-1 Location: Site-48 Library, First Sublevel Date: 22/10/2023, 19:32 Hours Summary: A candied apple manifested one meter above Junior Researcher Samir Taha before falling on his head. Taha dropped his book and caught the apple in his hands, just as a dozen black bats emerged from the bookshelves around him. The bats swarmed Taha while emitting high-pitched screeches, and proceeded to consume the apple before abruptly turning to plastic and dropping on the floor. Dir. Hiba Nasser entered the library twenty seconds later, having heard the vocalizations from her office. She found Taha unconscious on the floor and immediately alerted security and medical personnel. Notes: Taha’s fainting is believed to be nonanomalous, as he suffers from chiroptophobia2, and recovered fully after two hours. The plastic bats retained no anomalous qualities and were sent to recycling. As we're still trying to figure out the nature of this anomaly, I’ve enabled researcher comments and given all Site-48 personnel clearance for this file. Please catalog any new instances here as soon as possible, and view the file frequently for any updates. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. Designation: SCP-7731-2 Location: Dir. Nasser’s Personal Quarters, Ground Level Date: 23/10/2023, 17:28 Hours Summary: Dir. Nasser entered her quarters and found the windows sealed shut, the lights dim and the floor completely covered in cobwebs, with a giant spider waiting at the web's center. The spider immediately began to run towards Nasser, who in turn cursed and attempted to exit the room. Hindered by the webs, however, Nasser slipped and fell to the floor, freezing as the spider crawled on top of her. Security arrived fifteen seconds later with the intent of terminating the entity, but discovered it had been transfigured into a stuffed toy and was no longer a living spider. The “cobwebs” were also found to have been made from thin strings of wool, which had been glued to the floor. Five empty canisters of "The Original Super Glue" were strewn across the floor. Notes: Although Dir. Nasser was uninjured, she remained unresponsive for a few minutes following the event. However, as Nasser suffers from moderate arachnophobia, this is not considered anomalous. Security footage revealed that the objects manifested instantly twelve minutes before Nasser entered the room. I’m sensing a pattern here, could it be targeting our phobias? ~ Dr. A. Sigal. Possibly. For now, burn the spider, and someone better get my room cleaned before I set it on fire too. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. Designation: SCP-7731-3 Location: Breakroom, Ground Level Date: 24/10/2023, 10:25 Hours Summary: Dr. Zeina Hakim and Dir. Nasser entered the breakroom to obtain two cups of coffee. Upon stepping inside, nine large pumpkins and four carving knives manifested midair, immediately falling on the tables and floor. At the same time, the fluorescent lighting changed its color from white to orange. Dr. Vered Shoham, who happened to be in the room, suffered minor cuts from the falling knives. Notes: First SCP-7731 event to alter existing objects; the lights within the breakroom have yet to return to their original color. All manifested objects possessed no anomalous qualities, though the pumpkins were found to have been stuffed with M&Ms in "Family Size" packaging. Well there goes that theory. I guess it’s just a Halloween thing, then. Should’ve been obvious in hindsight. ~ Dr. A. Sigal. Can I please have the pumpkins? I have a recipe I've been dying to try out. ~ Technician D. Eyal. You’re welcome to bake them in the incinerator. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. TWO ENTRIES HIDDEN FOR BREVITY Designation: SCP-7731-6 Location: Site-48 Director’s Office, Ground Level Date: 26/10/2023, 13:20 Hours Summary: As Dir. Nasser returned from her lunch break, she discovered a human skeleton sitting in her chair, held upright by metal wires. The office was littered with hundreds of candies3, all wrapped in colorful plastic and cellophane on top of their standard packaging. The view from the windows was anomalously altered to display a Christian4 graveyard in a clearing within a dense pine forest, all beneath a starless night sky. Site-48's physical surroundings were unchanged. Notes: DNA testing revealed the skeleton was a genetic match for Dir. Nasser, but was otherwise nonanomalous. Lovely. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. Noting a mild tone shift from previous instances. ~ Dr. A. Sigal. EMERGENCY NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SITE DIRECTOR The cafeteria is currently haunted by several violent poltergeists. All personnel are forbidden from entering until a proper exorcism can be performed. Personnel are reminded that eating in the library is forbidden. ~ Dir. H. Nasser SIX ENTRIES HIDDEN FOR BREVITY Designation: SCP-7731-13 Location: Restrooms, First Sublevel Date: 30/10/2023, 17:59 Hours Summary: Dir. Nasser exited the stall and looked in the mirror which, instead of showing her reflection, displayed her wearing a stereotypical witch costume and the restrooms appropriately decorated for Halloween. Behind her reflected self’s back, the words “PARTY POOPER” were spelled out on the wall with what appeared to be blood. Notes: The mirror continues to display an anomalous reflection. Different Site-48 personnel have reported different costumes, though only Dir. Nasser's reflection shows writing on the wall. To anyone asking: no, the magic mirror does not, in fact, show visions from a traumatic past. Nor do I have a deep fear of ruining parties. This anomaly is making me tired. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. On October 31st, 2023, the frequency of SCP-7731 events increased dramatically, with personnel scrambling to remove, clean, or otherwise destroy manifested objects on the order of Dir. Nasser. At exactly 20:00 Hours, all lights within Site-48 were heavily dimmed, and sounds of howling wind, skittering legs, and low growls echoed in the halls with no clear source. It was at this exact moment that Dir. Nasser opened the door to her office, having just returned from the restroom. <Begin log> <View is from the security camera in the Site Director's office. The lights glow with dim red light instead of their usual fluorescent white.> <Dir. Nasser stands at the doorway, looking at the entity that hovers above her desk. Billows of shadowy smoke swirl around each other, forming a vaguely humanoid entity. Two glowing red eyes glare at her from within the darkness. It speaks with a deep, gravely voice.> Entity: Ah, such courage, Director! To come into my lair alone despite knowing of my power! Nasser: This is my office, dipshit. Get out. Entity: Do you see how I remade this sad place in my image, how I manipulated and used your own fears against you to sow terror and discord- <Nasser rolls her eyes.> Nasser: Yes, I was absolutely petrified with fear when those Hershey’s spilled out of my drawer. Real nice job. Entity: Hey! Don’t blame me when it is YOU who wouldn’t do your job, Hiba! Look at this place. There’s not even a hint of holiday spirit, not a single pumpkin until I came along! The only skeletons you have are in the closet! And it’s all your fault; you're like the Halloween Grinch! You have no right to insult my fearmongering while you burn all my attempts to- <A cold rage bubbles inside the Director. She speaks through gritted teeth.> Nasser: For the last time. We. Don't. Celebrate. Halloween. <The room is silent for six seconds.> Entity: What. Nasser: We celebrate Jewish holidays because a lot of us are Jewish. We celebrate Muslim holidays because a lot of us are Muslim. We don’t celebrate Halloween, because out of fifty-four employees, only three have even a remote connection to that godforsaken, cellophane-ridden holiday, and none of them want anything to do with it! I, as this Site’s goddamn Director, want nothing more than to erase it off the face of the fucking earth! So go ahead and haunt some poor Wisconsin accountant with your five-dollar spooks, just get out of my Site! <Nasser starts.> Nasser: Pun, er, intended. <The entity begins to quiver, shadows swirling erratically.> Entity: No… no no no, that can’t be right. No bats, no spiders, no candy?! You don’t even dress up in scary costumes? Then why did I… why… Nasser: No! Well, I guess we do have a costume party during Purim5, and it does contain lots of candy - but that’s beside the point! None of us want you here, do you understand? Pack your things and go. Entity: Purim you say? Intriguing. I will be there. <The entity begins to disperse into the air.> Nasser: What? Wait no-no-no it's not like that! It's not horror-themed! Don't jumpscare any of my… <The entity disappears completely, leaving Nasser alone in her office. The ceiling lamps flicker back to standard lighting. She sighs, putting her hands to her temples, before sitting down at her desk.> <End log> Following the entity's demanifestation, all SCP-7731-related effects abruptly ceased, including objects which had been permanently altered. Preparations for the anomaly's resurgence on Purim (March 23rd, 2024) are underway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7731" by UNCGriffin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7731. Licensed under CC-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. Negev Desert Research and Containment Site-48 is a small Foundation facility serving as operational headquarters in the Levant region. 2. Irrational fear of bats. 3. Mostly composed of Reese's-brand peanut butter cups. 4. Identified by the crosses above the headstones. 5. A Jewish holiday taking place in early spring. |
SCP-7731 | uncontained | Item#: 7731 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Pumpkins generated by SCP-7731-3, photographed upon manifestation. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7731 is presently uncontained. Objects created by SCP-7731 events are to be incinerated when possible. Personnel are reminded that Site-48 holds no events or celebrations relating to Halloween. Description: SCP-7731 is a phenomenon which causes the periodic manifestation of Halloween-related objects and organisms within Site-481. Additionally, SCP-7731 will occasionally make alterations to existing objects. SCP-7731 appears to be targeting Site-48 Director Hiba Nasser. A chronological list of SCP-7731 events is appended below. Designation: SCP-7731-1 Location: Site-48 Library, First Sublevel Date: 22/10/2023, 19:32 Hours Summary: A candied apple manifested one meter above Junior Researcher Samir Taha before falling on his head. Taha dropped his book and caught the apple in his hands, just as a dozen black bats emerged from the bookshelves around him. The bats swarmed Taha while emitting high-pitched screeches, and proceeded to consume the apple before abruptly turning to plastic and dropping on the floor. Dir. Hiba Nasser entered the library twenty seconds later, having heard the vocalizations from her office. She found Taha unconscious on the floor and immediately alerted security and medical personnel. Notes: Taha’s fainting is believed to be nonanomalous, as he suffers from chiroptophobia2, and recovered fully after two hours. The plastic bats retained no anomalous qualities and were sent to recycling. As we're still trying to figure out the nature of this anomaly, I’ve enabled researcher comments and given all Site-48 personnel clearance for this file. Please catalog any new instances here as soon as possible, and view the file frequently for any updates. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. Designation: SCP-7731-2 Location: Dir. Nasser’s Personal Quarters, Ground Level Date: 23/10/2023, 17:28 Hours Summary: Dir. Nasser entered her quarters and found the windows sealed shut, the lights dim and the floor completely covered in cobwebs, with a giant spider waiting at the web's center. The spider immediately began to run towards Nasser, who in turn cursed and attempted to exit the room. Hindered by the webs, however, Nasser slipped and fell to the floor, freezing as the spider crawled on top of her. Security arrived fifteen seconds later with the intent of terminating the entity, but discovered it had been transfigured into a stuffed toy and was no longer a living spider. The “cobwebs” were also found to have been made from thin strings of wool, which had been glued to the floor. Five empty canisters of "The Original Super Glue" were strewn across the floor. Notes: Although Dir. Nasser was uninjured, she remained unresponsive for a few minutes following the event. However, as Nasser suffers from moderate arachnophobia, this is not considered anomalous. Security footage revealed that the objects manifested instantly twelve minutes before Nasser entered the room. I’m sensing a pattern here, could it be targeting our phobias? ~ Dr. A. Sigal. Possibly. For now, burn the spider, and someone better get my room cleaned before I set it on fire too. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. Designation: SCP-7731-3 Location: Breakroom, Ground Level Date: 24/10/2023, 10:25 Hours Summary: Dr. Zeina Hakim and Dir. Nasser entered the breakroom to obtain two cups of coffee. Upon stepping inside, nine large pumpkins and four carving knives manifested midair, immediately falling on the tables and floor. At the same time, the fluorescent lighting changed its color from white to orange. Dr. Vered Shoham, who happened to be in the room, suffered minor cuts from the falling knives. Notes: First SCP-7731 event to alter existing objects; the lights within the breakroom have yet to return to their original color. All manifested objects possessed no anomalous qualities, though the pumpkins were found to have been stuffed with M&Ms in "Family Size" packaging. Well there goes that theory. I guess it’s just a Halloween thing, then. Should’ve been obvious in hindsight. ~ Dr. A. Sigal. Can I please have the pumpkins? I have a recipe I've been dying to try out. ~ Technician D. Eyal. You’re welcome to bake them in the incinerator. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. TWO ENTRIES HIDDEN FOR BREVITY Designation: SCP-7731-6 Location: Site-48 Director’s Office, Ground Level Date: 26/10/2023, 13:20 Hours Summary: As Dir. Nasser returned from her lunch break, she discovered a human skeleton sitting in her chair, held upright by metal wires. The office was littered with hundreds of candies3, all wrapped in colorful plastic and cellophane on top of their standard packaging. The view from the windows was anomalously altered to display a Christian4 graveyard in a clearing within a dense pine forest, all beneath a starless night sky. Site-48's physical surroundings were unchanged. Notes: DNA testing revealed the skeleton was a genetic match for Dir. Nasser, but was otherwise nonanomalous. Lovely. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. Noting a mild tone shift from previous instances. ~ Dr. A. Sigal. EMERGENCY NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SITE DIRECTOR The cafeteria is currently haunted by several violent poltergeists. All personnel are forbidden from entering until a proper exorcism can be performed. Personnel are reminded that eating in the library is forbidden. ~ Dir. H. Nasser SIX ENTRIES HIDDEN FOR BREVITY Designation: SCP-7731-13 Location: Restrooms, First Sublevel Date: 30/10/2023, 17:59 Hours Summary: Dir. Nasser exited the stall and looked in the mirror which, instead of showing her reflection, displayed her wearing a stereotypical witch costume and the restrooms appropriately decorated for Halloween. Behind her reflected self’s back, the words “PARTY POOPER” were spelled out on the wall with what appeared to be blood. Notes: The mirror continues to display an anomalous reflection. Different Site-48 personnel have reported different costumes, though only Dir. Nasser's reflection shows writing on the wall. To anyone asking: no, the magic mirror does not, in fact, show visions from a traumatic past. Nor do I have a deep fear of ruining parties. This anomaly is making me tired. ~ Dir. H. Nasser. On October 31st, 2023, the frequency of SCP-7731 events increased dramatically, with personnel scrambling to remove, clean, or otherwise destroy manifested objects on the order of Dir. Nasser. At exactly 20:00 Hours, all lights within Site-48 were heavily dimmed, and sounds of howling wind, skittering legs, and low growls echoed in the halls with no clear source. It was at this exact moment that Dir. Nasser opened the door to her office, having just returned from the restroom. <Begin log> <View is from the security camera in the Site Director's office. The lights glow with dim red light instead of their usual fluorescent white.> <Dir. Nasser stands at the doorway, looking at the entity that hovers above her desk. Billows of shadowy smoke swirl around each other, forming a vaguely humanoid entity. Two glowing red eyes glare at her from within the darkness. It speaks with a deep, gravely voice.> Entity: Ah, such courage, Director! To come into my lair alone despite knowing of my power! Nasser: This is my office, dipshit. Get out. Entity: Do you see how I remade this sad place in my image, how I manipulated and used your own fears against you to sow terror and discord- <Nasser rolls her eyes.> Nasser: Yes, I was absolutely petrified with fear when those Hershey’s spilled out of my drawer. Real nice job. Entity: Hey! Don’t blame me when it is YOU who wouldn’t do your job, Hiba! Look at this place. There’s not even a hint of holiday spirit, not a single pumpkin until I came along! The only skeletons you have are in the closet! And it’s all your fault; you're like the Halloween Grinch! You have no right to insult my fearmongering while you burn all my attempts to- <A cold rage bubbles inside the Director. She speaks through gritted teeth.> Nasser: For the last time. We. Don't. Celebrate. Halloween. <The room is silent for six seconds.> Entity: What. Nasser: We celebrate Jewish holidays because a lot of us are Jewish. We celebrate Muslim holidays because a lot of us are Muslim. We don’t celebrate Halloween, because out of fifty-four employees, only three have even a remote connection to that godforsaken, cellophane-ridden holiday, and none of them want anything to do with it! I, as this Site’s goddamn Director, want nothing more than to erase it off the face of the fucking earth! So go ahead and haunt some poor Wisconsin accountant with your five-dollar spooks, just get out of my Site! <Nasser starts.> Nasser: Pun, er, intended. <The entity begins to quiver, shadows swirling erratically.> Entity: No… no no no, that can’t be right. No bats, no spiders, no candy?! You don’t even dress up in scary costumes? Then why did I… why… Nasser: No! Well, I guess we do have a costume party during Purim5, and it does contain lots of candy - but that’s beside the point! None of us want you here, do you understand? Pack your things and go. Entity: Purim you say? Intriguing. I will be there. <The entity begins to disperse into the air.> Nasser: What? Wait no-no-no it's not like that! It's not horror-themed! Don't jumpscare any of my… <The entity disappears completely, leaving Nasser alone in her office. The ceiling lamps flicker back to standard lighting. She sighs, putting her hands to her temples, before sitting down at her desk.> <End log> Following the entity's demanifestation, all SCP-7731-related effects abruptly ceased, including objects which had been permanently altered. Preparations for the anomaly's resurgence on Purim (March 23rd, 2024) are underway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7731" by UNCGriffin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7731. Licensed under CC-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. Negev Desert Research and Containment Site-48 is a small Foundation facility serving as operational headquarters in the Levant region. 2. Irrational fear of bats. 3. Mostly composed of Reese's-brand peanut butter cups. 4. Identified by the crosses above the headstones. 5. A Jewish holiday taking place in early spring. |
SCP-7732 | safe | Gravitational wave data received in binary from SCP-7732 reading '123'. Item #: SCP-7732 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the size, distance, and possible immaterial nature of SCP-7732, containment procedures are not so much oriented around containment of the entity itself as they are about keeping its existence from public knowledge. Any form of containment of SCP-7732 itself has been deemed impossible, and, as far as its intentions are currently understood, possibly unnecessary. Foundation agents have been planted among many of the world’s leading observatories to survey for individuals with suspicion or knowledge of SCP-7732’s existence. Amnestics have largely proved irrelevant in containing information surrounding SCP-7732, as the entity has often become so idolised by those with knowledge of it that erasing it from their memory would require the erasure of most of their minds. Nevertheless, data acquired by non-Foundation observatories that point to the existence of SCP-7732 are to be expunged and replaced with unremarkable false data where possible. Professional astronomers who refuse to abandon research into SCP-7732 are to be framed with any variety of misconduct allegations sufficient to have them removed from their research post. Additionally, if any of these individuals continue to attempt to spread public awareness of SCP-7732, they are to be framed with any variety of serious crimes and taken permanently into Foundation custody. Such individuals can then be assigned either tightly restricted assistant researcher positions surrounding the study of SCP-7732, or janitorial positions. An ongoing dialogue with SCP-7732 is being conducted by Dr. Felix Isherl and assistant researcher Benjamin Millar to further ascertain its nature, intentions, and any additional protocols that may need to be applied to its containment (see interview log). Description: SCP-7732 first came to the Foundation’s attention in November of 2009 after Professor ███████ █████, a researcher at the LIGO Gravitational-Wave Observatory in California, openly claimed that he believed a higher being was attempting to communicate with his research team through gravitational waves. Two high ranking Foundation scientists were then planted at the observatory and assigned the task of reviewing all new and prior data collected. Many short sentences were subsequently deciphered in the form of morse code from gravitational wave data dating as far back as when the dual observatories began operating in 2002, and consisted of phrases such as ‘respond if heard’, ‘hello human people’, and ‘now you have many eyes like me’. Many of the messages, when deciphered, read in Spanish. It is important to note that from 2002 to 2011, over 25% of high-ranking staff at both observatories spoke Spanish as their first language. All signals were found to have originated from whatever direction the planet Jupiter was from Earth at the time they were received. Initially, SCP-7732 was assumed to have been sent by an unknown alien civilization residing somewhere in the Jovian System. Why said hypothetical civilization elected to send signals in the form of gravitational waves rather than electromagnetic ones, or how they achieved this, was unknown. Any research regarding SCP-7732, aside from the continuous monitoring of its gravitational waves, was deemed impractical due to its distance, and research stagnated for a period of 3 months. On the 3rd of April 2010, a new message was received from SCP-7732 reading ‘now you see me’ in the languages English, Spanish, and Mandarin. Notably, head researcher Dr ███ ████, who was assigned to SCP-7732 at the time, was born in Beijing, and spoke Mandarin as his first language. Dr ███ ████ was documented to have been considerably unnerved by this event and requested transfer to another project. Signals in numerous wavelengths were then sent in the direction of the Jovian System in response to SCP-7732’s message, including one containing the message from former US President Jimmy Carter that was attached to space probes Voyager 1 and 2 in the 1970s. No response relevant to these signals was detected. A further three messages from the Jovian System were received by the LIGO Observatory in June, September, and December of that same year, reading ‘no electro’, ‘big eyes, see much’ and ‘write me’ respectively. Assistant researcher Benjamin Millar, who had recently been assigned to SCP-7732, proposed the idea that SCP-7732 either possessed some level of omniscience, or could observe Earth on the human scale through unknown means. Millar then left a whiteboard on a lawn outside Site █ on a clear night while Jupiter was in the sky, with text reading ‘Say 123 if you can read this. - Ben’ written in marker. The following night, which was overcast, he left a similar message on the same lawn that read ‘Say 456 if you can read this. - Ben’. Four days later on the 25th of December 2010, the dual LIGO observatories detected gravitational waves emanating from Jupiter, and, as Millar had requested, they simply read ‘123’. However, the response ‘456’ was never received. Millar then suggested that this indicated it was overwhelmingly likely that SCP-7732 did not possess omniscience, and instead was somehow viewing Earth in extreme detail directly from its location. A dialogue with SCP-7732 was subsequently established, and is ongoing to present (see interview log). Addendum: SCP-7732 was originally thought to have been an unknown civilization native to Jupiter or its moons. However, it is now thought to be a spiritual or otherwise poorly understood entity that claims to be the consciousness associated with the planet Jupiter itself. SCP-7732 communicates via spontaneous increases and decreases in Jupiter’s mass, which result in gravitational waves sufficient to be detected by Earth-based observatories. These fluctuations have been observed to consist of up to 0.1% of Jupiter’s total mass (approximately equal to a third the mass of Earth) over a period of less than 5 hours, with the mass either being added or subtracted through unknown means. SCP-7732 communicates in morse code, as well as binary that can be deciphered into characters in the ASCII data set, with a reduction in mass signaling a 0, and an increase in mass signaling a 1. A change in mass over a period of more than 5 hours is to be disregarded, as it is believed that these are performed so that SCP-7732 can return to its baseline mass after communication is terminated. SCP-7732 also claims to have used its mass-altering capability (and thus the ability to alter the gravitational force it exerts) to tweak the trajectories of various minor objects in our Solar System, thus playing a major role in the evolution of life on Earth (see interview log). An interview between SCP-7732 and the Foundation has been ongoing since 2010, with the latest message at the time of writing having been sent on the 7th of September 2017 and is currently awaiting a response. Due to the extensive delay between and thus value of each message sent to SCP-7732, a small board has been established to review message proposals, with Dr Felix Isherl at its head. As SCP-7732 appears to have developed a special liking for assistant researcher Millar, he continues to leave messages chosen on the lawn outside Site █, though now an A3-sized white canvas with red paint is used. For brevity, Millar will represent SCP-7732’s research board in the following interview log. Interviewed: SCP-7732 Interviewer: The SCP-7732 interview board, represented by Researcher Millar. Foreword: SCP-7732 is thought to be at least as intelligent as humans. Its brief messages and poor grammar are instead to be attributed to its need for brevity, as it requires an extensive amount of time for the entity to transmit any meaningful data. As it takes SCP-7732 up to 5 hours to transmit a single bit of data (that is, a 1 or a 0), as well its long hiatuses between individual words lasting up to 2 weeks (theorized to either be for calibration or rest purposes), it can take SCP-7732 months to send a single sentence to Earth. Nevertheless, SCP-7732 exhibits at least rudimentary knowledge of numerous human languages, slangs, and codes. <Begin Log> Millar: Sent Dec 31, 2010 Hello on behalf of humanity. What would you like us to call you? SCP-7732 Received Feb 5, 2011 Jupiter, Marduk, Brihaspati, Sui-Sing, Zeus, Erentüz. Millar: Sent Feb 6, 2011 Very well. We'll go with Jupiter, if that's okay with you. How do you know our languages, and these names? Some names you reference have been out of common use for thousands of years. SCP-7732 Received Feb 27, 2011 Long I've watched & learned. Millar: Sent Feb 27, 2011 I see. How long have you been watching us? SCP-7732 Received Mar 15, 2011 ~380,000,000 periods. Note: It is believed that ‘period’ refers to Jupiter’s orbital period about the Sun, which is 11.8 times longer than Earth’s. 380 million orbital periods for Jupiter would be equivalent to 4.5 billion Earth years, approximately equal to the length of time the two planets have been in existence. Millar: Sent Mar 17, 2011 You've been watching us since our planet formed? SCP-7732 Received May 9, 2011 Yes. I C U spring up from soil. My friend. Millar: Sent May 10, 2011 Who is your friend? SCP-7732 Received Jun 25, 2011 U & Earth. Millar: Sent Jun 26, 2011 Earth is your friend? Note: Four weeks transpired between the above question and the termination of SCP-7732's response, unusually long for the length of the message sent. SCP-7732 Received Jul 29, 2011 Yes. Millar: Sent Jul 29, 2011 I see. How exactly can you see us? SCP-7732 Received Oct 1, 2011 Many eyes. Storms. Millar: Sent Oct 2, 2011 Are you referring to the cyclones that appear in the upper atmosphere of Jupiter? SCP-7732 Received Nov 25, 2011 I am Jupiter. Millar: Sent Nov 26, 2011 Are you the planet Jupiter or someone living there? SCP-7732 Received Dec 21, 2011 I am Jupiter. Millar: Sent Dec 21, 2011 Do you mean to say that you are a living planet? SCP-7732 Received Jan 9, 2012 Yes. Millar: Sent Jan 12, 2012 How can a planet be alive? SCP-7732 Received Mar 23, 2012 How can flesh be alive? Millar: Sent Mar 25, 2012 Good question. Where did you come from? (Researcher Millar painted a smiley face on the canvas above the message to reference the possible humorous intent in SCP-7732’s response, in order to foster a friendly bond with the entity.) SCP-7732 Received Jun 4, 2012 Sun. Remain here always. Millar: Sent Jun 5, 2012 In regards to our earlier question, are you meaning to say that the storms in your upper atmosphere are your eyes? SCP-7732: Received Aug 10, 2012 No. Beneath. Note: No previous observations of Jupiter have detected any biological signatures from beneath its atmosphere, and observations conducted since have returned inconclusive. It remains possible that SCP-7732 was referring to potential structures too deep in its atmosphere for us to observe. However, reviews of data collected by various space telescopes and probes, including the hubble space telescope and Juno space probe, have shown a higher than average count of small storms in Jupiter’s upper atmosphere on the side of the planet facing space probes sent into the outer Solar System during their closest approaches to Jupiter, indicating that the planet was possibly ‘watching’ them. The earliest known instance of this occurring was in 1973, when the space probe Pioneer 10 conducted the first flyby of Jupiter. It has not struck many as surprising that these storms, which are sometimes thousands of kilometers wide, would be able to make out incredible detail across interplanetary distances if they were analogous to eyes. Note 2: Due to the fact that the interview up until this point had already spanned nearly 2 years, further enquiry on the topic was postponed in favour of other lines of questioning. Millar: Sent Aug 15, 2012 How can you control how much mass you have? SCP-7732: Received Oct 8, 2012 Don’t know, just can. Millar: Sent Oct 9, 2012 I see. Our models suggest that these fluctuations in gravitational strength would have an effect on some of the Solar System’s smaller objects. Are you aware of this? SCP-7732: Received Dec 10, 2012 Yes. Control moons & asteroids. Millar: Sent Dec 10, 2012 Are you aware of SCP-2399? SCP-7732 Received Mar 7, 2013 Yes. Hold it. Io struck it. Can’t hold for long. Millar: Sent Mar 7, 2013 I know, we’re working on it too. Was the collision by your design? SCP-7732: Received Mar 15, 2013 Yes. Millar: Sent Mar 15, 2013 Why did you cause a collision between Io and SCP-2399? SCP-7732: Received May 2, 2013 Human people R friend. Earth is friend. Millar: Sent May 2, 2013 So you protected us? SCP-7732: Received Aug 11, 2013 Yes. Asteroids & comets too. Move them. Millar: Sent Aug 11, 2013 How many times have you done this? SCP-7732: Received Dec 30, 2013 656. No human people otherwise. Created Luna too. Note: It is likely that SCP-7732 was referring to its possible influence in the collision between Earth and the small planet dubbed ‘Theia’ during the early Solar System's formation, which resulted in the formation of Earth’s moon. The Moon is notable for being instrumental to many of Earth’s ecosystems, as well as playing a vital role in the evolution of life. Millar: Sent Jan 10, 2014 Are you aware of the K-T impact event that occurred 66 million years ago that wiped out 75% of species on Earth? If so, why didn’t you stop it? SCP-7732: Received Jan 29, 2014 Necessary. Millar: Sent Jan 29, 2014 Necessary for what? SCP-7732: Received Mar 16, 2014 U & Earth. & all friends. Await message. Millar: Sent Mar 16, 2014 We’ll be waiting. SCP-7732: Received Jan 3, 2015 13,000,000 periods of reptiles, not smart. Ended them, so humans can be smart. Millar: Sent Jan 6, 2015 Do you mean to say you simply allowed the K-T impact to occur or you directly caused it? SCP-7732: Received Feb 1, 2015 Caused it. Note: All communications were temporarily halted between SCP-7732 and the SCP Foundation, and the existing interview logs forwarded to a member of the O5 council. Dr Isherl issued a request to have SCP-7732 reclassified as keter, due to its complete inability to be contained and its possibility of bringing about an XK-Class end of the world scenario. There have been numerous requests that, due to its alleged assistance in the containment of SCP-2399, SCP-7732 should instead be classified as a Thaumiel item. All requests currently under review. Millar: Sent Mar 12, 2015 Are we in danger of you? SCP-7732: Received Mar 13, 2015 NO. Note: Message was received unusually quickly, with the associated mass fluctuations taking place in under 20 minutes each as opposed to their usual time of up to 5 hours. SCP-7732: Received Apr 21, 2015 I love U. I need U. Millar: Sent Apr 22, 2015 Why? SCP-7732: Received May 19, 2015 Alone. Millar: Sent May 20, 2015 Are there others like you? Note: Average wait times between messages more than quintupled from this point forward. Due to the topics at hand during these ‘bursts’ and ‘withdrawals’, it has been theorised that the speed in which SCP-7732 communicates can be at least somewhat linked to its emotional state. Millar: Sent Aug 20, 2015 Are you still receiving us? SCP-7732: Received Nov 8, 2015 7. More children too. No more. Asleep. Millar: Sent Nov 9, 2015 What happened to them? SCP-7732: Received Nov 21, 2016 Cold inside. Millar: Sent Nov 21, 2016 And why do you need us? SCP-7732: Received Sep 6, 2017 To wake them up. Closing Statement: The interview board subsequently requested elaboration from SCP-7732 on the 7th of September 2017, and is currently awaiting a response. <End Log> Testing for similar messages in the form of gravitational waves from other planets in the Solar System, including our own, is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7732" by Tharsus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7732. Licensed under CC-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: jupsmall.jpg Author: Tharsus License: CC0 1.0 |
SCP-7733 | thaumiel | Item#: 7733 Level4 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7733. Entrance to Site-7733-B is visible in the foreground. Special Containment Procedures: Civilians are not permitted within 100m of SCP-7733, with toxic long-term soil contamination in place as a cover. Due to limited scheduling slots, use of SCP-7733 is limited to SVIC members. Description: SCP-7733 is an electronic device taking up most of the interior space of a 2700m2 storage facility (Site-7733-A) located in Qaqortoq, Greenland. It is primarily constructed from electronic components commercially available in the year 1974, although it also includes a number of cold cathode semiconductor switches of unknown origin. Human operators may interact with SCP-7733 from inside a 10m2 room (Site-7733-B) attached to the outside of Site-7733-A, containing a punched paper tape interface feeding in and out of Site-7733-A. When an operator enters information1 describing a specific real or hypothetical set of conditions and a possible event that could occur within them (a "query")2, after a period ranging from 5 seconds to 19 hours3 SCP-7733 will output one of three possible responses: "Additional Data Requested": SCP-7733 will specify information not included in the initial query. After the operator has entered this data, or rejected the request, SCP-7733 will output another response. "Out of Bounds": Confirmation that empirically-available data is insufficient to calculate the probability of the event4, concluding the query. "Calculation Complete": The calculated probability for that event to have taken place, under assumed conditions of consensus reality, reported in units of Drustons (Drst) up to three decimal points, concluding the query. The Druston unit appears to serve as a unit measuring the unlikeliness of the event. In simplistic queries, it is seemingly based on a logarithmic expression of the probability ratio. It is unknown if this pattern still applies in queries where conventional estimation is not possible. Calculations over 200000.000 Drst have never been observed, indicating a possible upper limit for SCP-7733's calculations. Operators may not enter a new query until SCP-7733 has concluded the current query, further limiting the frequency of use. SCP-7733 is able to store information from queries internally, and will refer to it in replicated or similar queries rather than requesting information a second time. SCP-7733's methods of calculating or estimating probability, including the initial ability to interpret queries, are currently unknown. As SCP-7733 cannot operate when foreign objects are present in the same chamber as the components, very little is currently known about how the device functions, although the exceptional complexity of function and ability to operate over decades without maintenance suggests anomalous properties. Sampled Testing Documents (Translated): Display Testing Documents Hide Testing Documents Query 7733-09 Query Conditions: A single atom of fermium-259 exists within a vacuum. Query Event: That atom has decayed after exactly 1.5 seconds. Addition Data Requests: None Query Conclusion: Calculation Complete - 1.003 Drst Event Outcome: Not tested in reality Query 7733-23 Query Conditions: A United States 1 cent coin is thrown into the air by Research Assistant Aleia Cole from floor level in an arc approximately 1 meter high. Query Event: The coin will land and settle on the floor with the heads side facing up. Addition Data Requests: The position of Research Assistant Cole's hand while gripping and throwing the coin (Granted) The year of production of the coin (Granted) History of previous tosses of the coin (Denied, Not Available) The construction material and condition of the floor (Granted) Query Conclusion: Calculation Complete - 0.998 Drst Event Outcome: The coin landed with the heads side facing up. Query 7733-24 Query Conditions: A United States 1 cent coin is thrown into the air by Research Assistant Aleia Cole from floor level in an arc approximately 1 meter high, in a replication of the previous query. Query Event: The coin will land and settle on the floor with the heads side facing up. Addition Data Requests: None Query Conclusion: Calculation Complete - 0.998 Drst Event Outcome: The coin landed with the tails side facing up. Query 7733-119 Query Conditions: The weather of Mount Hood National Forest, in Mount Hood Oregon5 is observed continuously every day for 12 weeks from a specific point within the glacial valley. Query Event: A cloud formation with a strong visual resemblance to a member of the infraorder Anisoptera6 will be visible each week on Thursday at 15:04 PDT. Addition Data Requests: Initial humidity, wind and atmospheric pressure (Granted) Weather forecast for the remainder of the 12 weeks (Granted) Location and angle of observation site (Granted) Query Conclusion: Calculation Complete - 1583.776 Drst Event Outcome: A cloud of that description was visible each week, at the time described and from the specific viewing point, for at least 30 seconds. Query 7733-7057 Query Conditions: Research Assistant Houston Carver will make a set of personal purchases at a grocery store, using a debit card. (Full grocery list included) Query Event: Research Assistant Houston Carver will choose to take a purchase receipt at the end of the transaction. Addition Data Requests: None Query Conclusion: Out of Bounds Event Outcome: Research Assistant Houston Carver chose to take a purchase receipt. Query 7733-12615 Query Conditions: 5000 randomly-selected members of Foundation personnel are interviewed about their personal geographic knowledge. (Full list of interview subject names and ranks included) Query Event: All 5000 interview subjects will fail to be aware of the existence of Yellowstone National Park7. Addition Data Requests: Residential history of all 5000 subjects (Granted) History of Foundation activity within Yellowstone National Park (Denied, Not Applicable) History of Foundation activity within 250km of Yellowstone National Park's borders (Granted) Query Conclusion: Calculation Complete - 60104.952 Drst Event Outcome: All 5000 interview subjects expressed total ignorance relating to Yellowstone National Park. Query 7733-51446 Query Conditions: A juvenile male English Mastiff is brought into a room containing an adult human, and shown to that individual. Query Event: The English Mastiff will change to resemble an adult female Border Terrier within 30 seconds after entering the room. Addition Data Requests: None Query Conclusion: Out of Bounds Event Outcome: The English Mastiff changed to resemble an adult female Border Terrier in under one second. Thaumiel Use Policy: Distribution chart of the Druston calculations of non-replicated AAP. The current abnormality threshold of 47636.300 Druston is represented by a blue-red colour boundary. The Statistical Validation and Interpretation Committee (SVIC) is an independent internal organization of Foundation employees responsible for the identification and validation of Ambiguously Anomalous Phenomena (AAP). AAP are defined as events of exceptional abnormality which do not obviously run counter to conventional natural laws, and which are therefore empirically indistiguishable from coincidences or series of coincidences. This category includes (but is not exclusive to) phenomena characteristic of many probability-altering, cognition and behaviour-altering and predictive anomalies. The SVIC must employ a minimum of 300 individuals8 at all times. Members are recruited through internal nomination, and must include experts in the following fields: Display Expertise Requirements Hide Expertise Requirements Architecture Astronomy Astrophysics Cellular Biology Chemistry Civic Engineering Computer Science Cryptozoology Decision Theory Earth Science Ecology Entomology Epistemology Fluid Dynamics Geography Geology History Liguistics Marine Biology Mechanical Physics Meteorology Mycology Neurobiology Nuclear Physics Oceanography Optics Paleontology Particle Physics Plant Biology Political Science Psychiatry Psychology Sociology Statistics Theology Zoology The primary duties of the SVIC are: Qualitatively categorize reported phenomena as non-anomalous, ambiguously anomalous or unambiguously anomalous. Operate SCP-7733 in order to validate (or reverify) the abnormality of AAP. Determine the numerical abnormality threshold at which a phenomenon is formally categorized as anomalous. The categorization and validation duties are handled by temporary subcommittees based on the fields believed to be necessary for understanding and describing the phenomenon in question, as well as providing additional data. The abnormality threshold is determined through majority consensus at mandatory meetings of all SVIC members held every 120 days in the conference hall of the Hans Egede Hotel in Qaqortoq. SVIC members active in subcommittees or meetings are exempt from all other Foundation duties. The internal organization and operation of the SVIC is otherwise determined by the members. Display 95th SVIC Meeting Summary Hide 95th SVIC Meeting Summary [00:00:00] SVIC-1339 takes attendance and formally commences the 95th SVIC Meeting. [00:38:33] SVIC-133 begins by announcing new or updated AAP validations: A total of 119 new AAP were validated: 49 below the abnormality threshold and 70 above. A total of 527 AAP validations were replicated: 512 remained within the same approximate range, 1410 significantly increased, and one significantly decreased. AAP-p16i311 (associated with SCP-████-EX12) decreased from 44109.139 Drst to 30013.711 Drst after SCP-████-EX made three consecutive incorrect predictions, in addition to the two failed predictions prior to the 94th SVIC Meeting. As a result, AAP-p16i3 is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment. [00:45:17] SVIC-133 restores order after an outburst from SVIC-31613 and vocal conflict between SVIC-316 and SVIC-19814 following the announcement of AAP-p16i3's updated validation and SCP-████-EX's consequently updated object class. [00:48:43] SVIC-133 opens floor to statements by other SVIC members prior to voting. [00:50:09] SVIC-198 receives the microphone, and begins a prepared speech about the importance of defending consensus reality through a low abnormality threshold15, but is interrupted by outcry from multiple other members. SVIC-198 abandons their script, and attempts to defend their successful proposal during the 94th SVIC Meeting to lower the abnormality threshold16 in order to maintain AAP-p16i3's category. [01:03:26] SVIC-198 cedes the remainder of their time to SVIC-34717. SVIC-347 formally proposes that the abnormality threshold be decreased to 43811.019 Drst, recategorizing 14 existing AAP as anomalous, and SVIC-198 seconds the proposal. [01:05:59] SVIC-316 receives the microphone, and presents a series of transparency slides comparing the rate of recategorization following the raising and lowering of the threshold, in order to demonstrate the historical reliability of a higher abnormality threshold. SVIC-316 formally proposes that the abnormality threshold be increased to 47636.300 Drst, recategorizing 5 existing AAP as non-anomalous, and SVIC-28418 seconds the proposal. [01:28:40] SVIC-03819 receives the microphone, and attempts to show a presentation relating to the financial impact of recategorization, but cannot retrieve the necessary files from their flash drive. SVIC-038 formally proposes that the abnormality threshold remain unchanged, and SVIC-11020 seconds the proposal. [01:53:01] After no other proposals are presented, SVIC-133 formally opens the voting period. [02:15:45] Voting closes, and votes are taken to be counted. [02:46:03] SVIC-133 announces the result of the votes: 209 members abstained. SVIC-038's proposal received 14 votes. SVIC-347's proposal received 71 votes. SVIC-316's proposal received 99 votes. The abnormality threshold is officially increased to 47636.300 Drst. [02:51:30] SVIC-133 announces updated categories of AAP affected by the change in abnormality threshold: AAP-99fal21 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment. AAP-br0p122 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment. AAP-f35t023 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment. AAP-j4j0224 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment. AAP-p33a925 (associated with SCP-████-EX) is now considered non-anomalous, and no longer requires investigation, surveillance or containment. [03:03:15] SVIC-133 formally brings the meeting to a close and dismisses all attendants. Footnotes 1. In either Danish or Kalaallisut 2. Contact SVIC-083 for access to the SCP-7733 Operator's Manual. 3. Not counting the act of feeding the tape in, which may take as long as two hours depending on the query. 4. This response is frequently, but not exclusively, given for non-ambiguously anomalous phenomena. 5. Location of AAP-1a48r 6. "Dragonflies" 7. Location of AAP-40hs6 8. The SVIC currently employs 393 members 9. Consultant, Professor of Human Psychology, Current SVIC Chair 10. All already above the abnormality threshold 11. The tendency of a Galápagos giant tortoise (Chelonoidis niger), currently housed within ██████ Zoo, to correctly predict the winner of United States gubernatorial elections through the selection of labeled pieces of fruit. 12. A 37-year-old male Galápagos giant tortoise (Chelonoidis niger) 13. Excavation Site Supervisor 14. Consultant, Professor of Economics and Finance 15. Possibly the same speech given during the 80th SVIC Meeting 16. From 45053.398 Drst to 44105.659 Drst 17. IT Technician 18. Telescope Technician 19. Actuary 20. Consultant, Adjunct Assistant Professor of Theology 21. The above-average tendency for humans aged 33 to die from accidents within the town of █████████, 45013.345 Drst. 22. The regular appearance of monarch butterflies (Danaus plexippus) in the chapel of ████ ████████ █████████████ during Easter services, loosely correlating with attendance, 47144.43 Drst. 23. The above-average frequency of human deaths and injuries due to clear-air lightning within ████████ Valley, 46339.099 Drst. 24. The above-average rate of fossil discoveries attributed to Prof. Winslow ████, 46099.203 Drst. 25. The above-average frequency of lethal attacks by Anatidae (ducks, geese and swans) on human children within ██████████ County, 47591.984 Drst. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7733" by Monkeysky, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7733. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7734 | euclid | SCP-7734. Item #: SCP-7734 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7734 is currently contained in Site-128 in a Safe-class storage locker. Any new instances of SCP-7734-B are to be catalogued in the addendum below. SCP-7734-A is to keep a dream journal. Each morning at 6:30 AM, he will be questioned about the contents of his dreams. SCP-7734-A is to be administered Class B amnestics if his dreams contain any of the following items: * Entities which intend harm to others within the dream * Entities portrayed as primarily Scarlet * A humanoid figure composed primarily of tendrils in a blue-green void SCP-7734-A is free to move about the low-risk areas of Site-128, and Foundation staff are encouraged to interact with him to ensure his need for socialization is met. Once daily, SCP-7734-A is to meet with a Foundation psychiatrist, and his mental state is to be evaluated. Should SCP-7734-A die, a member of Foundation staff of Level 1 clearance or lower is to be chosen to become the new SCP-7734-A. Individuals chosen for this purpose must pass a psychiatric evaluation. SCP-7734 is to be removed from storage and placed in a testing chamber with the chosen individual, who will be put to sleep with a mild tranquilizer. No other individuals are to be sleeping within a 10 m radius of the testing chamber. Instances of SCP-7734-B are to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber unless unique attributes of the week's instance require special consideration. Description: SCP-7734 is a granite figurine measuring 9 cm x 3 cm x 3 cm depicting a woman wearing a flowing dress on a wooden base. SCP-7734 appears to bond with a particular individual, causing an entity based on the contents of their dreams from the past week to manifest within the same room as them. The designation given to the current bonded individual is SCP-7734-A, and the collective designation for the entities manifesting from their dreams is SCP-7734-B. Instances of SCP-7734-B will demanifest one week after their original manifestation date, coinciding with a new SCP-7734-B manifestation. Discovery: SCP-7734 was discovered due to reports of monsters plaguing the village of Geiranger, Norway paired with a sudden increase in the number of deaths in the village. MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") was sent to identify and contain any anomalous entities. Addendum 1: SCP-7734 Recovery Log Note: The following is a transcription of audio and video recordings made by MTF Epsilon-6 Agents Mark Fowler (Callsign: Falcon), Kira Jacobs (Callsign: Ghost), and Robert Parks (Callsign: Dozer) during the recovery of SCP-7734 on February 13th, 2017. [BEGIN LOG] Camera footage from Ghost's body camera shows the three agents exiting their car in front of house number 1735. Houses appear to range from stone cottages to houses of more modern construction. Falcon: Okay, GPS says this is the place. With how quiet it is, I'm inclined to agree. Ghost: Do we even know what we're looking for here, Falcon? The reports said, what, "monsters"? Do we have any descriptions at all? Falcon: That's the problem, there's too many descriptions. Each report sounds like a different entity. So, we're either dealing with a shapeshifter, or the monster mash's afterparty. Dozer: Well, guess we're going to need these, then, huh? Dozer is seen unloading three M16 rifles from the back of the car. Each agent takes one rifle before proceeding. Falcon: Let's try a more… subtle approach first, Dozer. Stay here. Falcon approaches the front door of the house and knocks. No one answers. Falcon: Hello? We're with the Sheriff's Department, here about a noise complaint. Hello? Falcon motions to Ghost. Ghost approaches and uses a lockpicking kit to open the door. Falcon: Okay, I want to keep this quiet. We don't know what we're dealing with here. The agents enter the house. The entryway is filled with oil paintings, mostly depicting forests. Several paintings have fallen off the walls, and many bear large tears through them. A bookshelf has been knocked over, and books are scattered across the floor. Falcon: Well, that's a good start, I guess. Ghost, do you have anything on infrared? Ghost: No, there's nobody here, nothing with a heat signature anyways. Falcon: Ok, well, let's see if we can't figure out where the homeowner is. I'm pretty sure these torn up paintings aren't just an artistic statement. Dozer begins examining the books on the ground. Dozer: Couldn't this guy have gotten some lighter reading material? These are all horror stories. Ghost: Just because all you read are Garfield strips doesn't mean the rest of us can't enjoy something a little more serious. Dozer: Hey, I'm just doing my part to contain 3166, ok? And I mean, c'mon, it's a classic. Falcon: Focus you two. If you're going to start a book club, do it later. The agents spread out and sweep the home, finding no signs of life. Upon reaching the upstairs, Falcon enters a room filled with easels, blank canvases, and art supplies. Falcon: We've got something in here! The rest of the team enters the home art studio. Within is an elderly Caucasian man. He is lying in a pool of blood and his torso is covered in deep gash marks. Falcon checks his pulse, then shakes his head to the team. Falcon: He's gone. Ghost: That's confirmation of something, at least. He wasn't a pet owner, was he? Falcon: No, according to command he lived alone. Plus, I really doubt anything you could have as a pet could do something like that. A bear, maybe. Dozer: What's he got in his hands there? Agent Dozer pries apart the old man's hands, revealing SCP-7734. Dozer reaches to pick it up. Falcon: Stop! What do you think you're doing? Dozer: What? Falcon: The corpse holding the strange little statue isn't a red flag to you? We don't know if that thing is dangerous, go get the retrieval kit. Dozer: Fine, it's probably nothing, but you're right. It's protocol. Dozer leaves the house and retrieves a Safe-class storage container and a zero-contact item retrieval kit from the car. While Dozer is gone, Falcon and Ghost finish sweeping the upstairs, finding nothing else of note. The team reconvenes in the room with the corpse. Dozer: Here, I got the kit, happy? Dozer uses the specialized pair of tongs from the retrieval kit to pick up the statue and moves to place it in the Safe-class storage container. The statue slips out of the tongs, and Dozer catches it with his gloved hand. Falcon: Dozer! Agents Falcon, Ghost, and Dozer are motionless for 5 seconds. Dozer lets out a long breath. Dozer: Ok, it's fine, I'm fine. It's like I said, nothing to worry about, guy probably just liked carving figurines or something. Falcon: Dozer, I'm going to name my first grey hair after you, you know that? Well, I think that's everything here. Let's get that statue thing back. I'll advise the house be put under surveillance. I don't like that we never found our huge-clawed monster. [END LOG] The item recovered from the house was designated SCP-7734, a Safe-class anomaly. At the time of its recovery, SCP-7734 was kept in a standard Safe-class storage locker until more could be learned about it. Addendum 2: Event Log 7734.01 Note: Following the recovery of SCP-7734, MTF Epsilon-6 Agents Dozer and Ghost were placed on surveillance duty for the next week to ensure no anomalous entities remained in the area. The following is a transcription of audio and video recordings from the agents' body cams on the seventh night of their surveillance. Log begins at 10:05 PM, February 20th, 2017. [BEGIN LOG] Agents Dozer and Ghost are sitting in their car parked across the street from house 1735. Ghost sits in the driver's seat while Dozer sits in the passenger's seat. Dozer: Want a donut? I got lemon jelly, your favorite. Ghost: Maybe later. Dozer: Suit yourself. Agent Dozer begins to eat a donut from the box sitting between them. Dozer: Y'know, I've been thinking… Ghost: Well that sounds dangerous. Dozer: No, really. I think I will start a book club when we get back. Not like we have much else to do besides training between missions. Ghost: Maybe I can get you into some good books yet. How does Frankenstein sound as a starter? Dozer: I think I deal with enough monsters in real life, thanks. Ghost: No, but that's the best part, see… Dozer holds up a hand, quieting Ghost. Dozer: Did you see that? Ghost: What? Dozer: Stay in the car, be ready to radio for backup. Dozer exits the car and approaches the house. Several minutes pass as Dozer circles around to the back of the house. Ghost is watching Dozer's body cam footage, when it suddenly cuts out. Ghost: Dozer, what happened? Your body cam's gone out. Dozer does not respond. Ghost: Dozer, this isn't funny. You'd better answer or I'm calling backup. Dozer does not respond. Ghost proceeds to call for backup on the radio. Ghost: This is MTF Epsilon-6, callsign: Ghost. I have a possible agent down, requesting assistance. There is a knock on the passenger's side window. Ghost whips around, and Dozer can be seen on her body cam. Ghost: Scratch that, agent has returned, possible equipment malfunction. Requesting a new body cam and a comms diagnostic. Ghost turns off the radio and opens the door for Dozer Ghost: What happened? Why didn't you answer? What were you even looking for? Dozer does not respond, instead pulling out his sidearm. He fires once, killing Ghost. He then reaches over and disables her body cam. [END LOG] The Agent bringing the replacement camera found Ghost dead in the car. Agent Dozer was found unconscious in the passenger seat, his firearm in his hand. Addendum 3: Interview Log 7734.01 Interviewed: Agent Parks (Callsign: Dozer) Interviewer: Researcher Birch Foreword: Immediately after the events recorded in Addendum 3, Agent Dozer was apprehended and brought in for questioning. He was awoken upon his arrival to the interview room. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Birch: Agent Parks, I'm going to be asking you a few questions. Please answer them to the best of your ability. Agent Parks: Can't you just call me Dozer like everyone else? Where am I anyways? What happened? Birch: Well, that's what I was hoping you could answer for me, Dozer. Before we continue, tell me, what's the last thing you remember? Agent Parks: Last thing I remember was leaving the car to go investigate something I saw lurking around the house. Just as I round the house, I wake up here. Where's Ghost, anyway? Is she still on surveillance? I didn't pass out did I? Birch: So the last thing you remember is going behind the house? You didn't see or feel anything else strange? Agent Parks: No, why? What happened? At this time, Researcher Birch turns his tablet around, showing Agent Parks Ghost's body camera footage where he apparently shoots and kills her. Agent Parks: What?! I didn't do that! Where's Ghost? She doesn't think I shot her, does she? Birch: I'm afraid that Ghost is dead. You will be placed in isolated containment for a while while we ascertain to what degree you are a danger to yourself or others. Agent Parks: Dead? No… no, not again. She can't be dead! [END LOG] Closing Statement: Following this interview, Agent Parks was administered a polygraph test where he was questioned about his role in the death of MTF Epsilon-6 Ghost. The results indicate that he believed himself to be innocent of her death; however, he was still placed into a standard humanoid containment chamber for observation. Addendum 4: Event Log 7734.02 The following is a transcription of video logs from February 27, 2017 which led to the discovery of the bond between Dozer and SCP-7734. At 10:00 PM, a humanoid entity suddenly appears in Dozer's containment cell. Dozer is asleep at this time. Security arrives at Dozer's containment cell. He is seen in the corner of the room, trying to ward off the humanoid entity with a book. The humanoid entity is seen to bear resemblance to Ghost. There is a single gunshot wound in the center of its forehead, and its eyes are milky white. She is screaming accusations at Dozer, but makes no moves to approach or attack him. Security officers successfully detain the entity and lock it in an unoccupied humanoid containment cell. Following the appearance of the new entity, it was discovered that the firearm found on Dozer after Event 7734.01 had disappeared. Addendum 5: Interview Log 7734.02 Interviewed: Agent Parks (Callsign: Dozer) Interviewer: Researcher Birch Foreword: Following Event 7734.02, Dozer requested to speak to Researcher Birch again. The request was granted. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Parks: I think I've figured it out, Birch. It's beginning to all make sense now. Researcher Birch: Well, let's hear it then. Agent Parks: It's that little statue thing we brought back from Norway. It has to be that. It's the only thing that makes sense. These things started happening to me right after that dream I had after we recovered the statue. Researcher Birch: Dream? You didn't mention any dream in your report after the item's recovery. Agent Parks: It didn't seem important to me at the time, but now, I don't think it's just some coincidence any more. When we were driving back, I took a nap in the car. I dreamt that I met a woman in a green dress. She asked if I would "accept the boon." I tried asking her what that meant, but she only said that it would "make my dreams come true." The only dream I've had since I joined the MTF is to bring back the ones we lost, so I didn't hesitate to accept. Researcher Birch: Ah, right… your brother… Agent Parks: Him and a dozen other brothers-in-arms in the MTF… I never thought for an instant anything would come of it, though. I thought it was just a dream. Besides, this was obviously a trick somehow. The only lost colleague I've seen so far is Ghost, and she's only dead because of some lookalike who killed her! Researcher Birch: Regardless, you should have reported it. Agent Parks: You think I don't know that!? All I've done since I've sat in that stupid little box is replay the scenes over and over in my head. If I'd only reported the dream immediately, if I'd only not touched the stupid thing like a total moron, if I'd only let somebody else take that assignment… but no. I had to go and botch the whole operation and get another teammate killed. Researcher Birch: Well… I wouldn't have put it nearly so harshly… but… there's no easy way to say this, really. Effective immediately, you are no longer a member of MTF Epsilon-6. You are to be placed in isolated containment until further notice. Agent Parks: It… it's what I deserve. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Following this interview, Agent Parks was given the designation of SCP-7734-A. The Special Containment Procedures were updated to account for containment of SCP-7734-A. Addendum 6: SCP-7734-B Instances Archive 01 Note: The following SCP-7734-B instances manifested before SCP-7734-A was administered regular therapy sessions. Instance Number Description Manifestation Date SCP-7734-B-1 SCP-7734-B-1 was an exact replica of SCP-7734-A. SCP-7734-B-1 demonstrated hostile intentions towards SCP-7734-A's teammates in MTF Epsilon-6, and successfully killed one of them. SCP-7734-B-1 demanifested before it was contained. 2/20/2017 SCP-7734-B-2 SCP-7734-B-2 was a humanoid entity resembling late MTF Agent Kira Jacobs (Callsign: Ghost). SCP-7734-B-2 had a bullet wound in the center of its forehead and its eyes were milky white. When in the presence of SCP-7734-A, SCP-7734-B-2 would vocalize accusations of guilt for its murder towards SCP-7734-A. Otherwise, SCP-7734-B-2 did not react to any stimuli, and would stand motionless. 2/27/2017 SCP-7734-B-3 SCP-7734-B-3 was a humanoid entity resembling Researcher Birch. SCP-7734-B-3 wore a black gown and white powdered wig. Whenever SCP-7734-B-3 was brought before a living human, it would declare them guilty of a seemingly random crime and decree a disproportionate punishment. 3/6/2017 SCP-7734-B-4 SCP-7734-B-4 was a humanoid entity with DNA matching late MTF Epsilon-6 Agent Max Parks. SCP-7734-B-4 appeared to be in an advanced state of decay, with skin and tissue showing signs of severe decomposition. Several bones in the subject appeared to be broken or dislocated, most notably, the subject's jaw was dislocated and its left femur was broken. Injuries appear consistent with those Agent Parks sustained during in the incident resulting in his death. Upon manifesting in SCP-7734-A's containment chamber, SCP-7734-B-4 shuffled over to SCP-7734-A, broke off its own left arm, and stabbed SCP-7734-A in the right shoulder with the jagged bone protruding from its now severed arm. SCP-7734-A survived the incident with no permanent damage. Following this incident, a guard is to be posted outside SCP-7734-A's containment chamber during the regular SCP-7734-B manifestation period. 3/13/2017 Addendum 7: Therapy Log 7734.01 Patient: SCP-7734-A Practitioner: Dr. David Randall Foreword: Following the manifestation of SCP-7734-B-4, it was deemed necessary to provide SCP-7734-A with psychiatric care. It was believed that decreasing the number of negative dreams SCP-7734-A experienced would reduce the danger posed to himself and others. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Randall: Hello, my name is Dr. Randall, and I'll be providing your therapy session today. You prefer to go by Dozer, correct? SCP-7734-A: Yeah, that's right. Wait, did you say therapy? Why are they sending me to therapy? Dr. Randall: Well, Dozer, I often work with MTF agents who report feeling guilt over the loss of their teammates. After reading your file, I volunteered to take your assignment. SCP-7734-A: No, I figured that part, it's not really a secret why I'm locked up in here, I guess I just don't understand why they'd actually… let me go to therapy, I guess. I'm supposed to be in isolated containment. Dr. Randall: Does it really matter? SCP-7734-A: No, I guess not. I won't complain about finally getting some regular human interaction, that's for sure. I'm just not sure how you're going to convince me of anything other than the truth. Dr. Randall: If the "truth" you are talking about is your role in the death of Agent Ghost, I think you could hardly blame yourself for that. It's not like you're in Omnicron Rho1. You weren't trained to deal with anomalies of the subconscious. SCP-7734-A: It seems like Dr. Birch and the rest of the Foundation begs to differ. Dr. Randall: Forget them for a minute, alright? What matters is the truth, the real truth. That Agent Ghost's death was an unfortunate accident. SCP-7734-A: Accident or not, she'd still be here if it wasn't for what I did. Dr. Randall: You can't know that. Who's to say that SCP-7734 wouldn't have bonded with Falcon or Ghost? How do you know that something even worse wouldn't have happened? You can't live in hypotheticals, Dozer. Yes, she's gone, but do you really think this is how she'd want you to live? Beating yourself up over it? SCP-7734-A: No… no, she wouldn't. Dr. Randall: No, she wouldn't. From what I read in the event logs, I can tell you two were friends. I'm guessing it wasn't an accident that you two ended up on this mission together, and that you both were chosen for surveillance duty. Tell me, was it a romantic relationship? SCP-7734-A: Oh, no, nothing like that. We were just friends. It was closer to a brother-sister relationship, I think. Sure, we'd poke a little fun at each other here and there, but at the end of the day, we knew we had each other's backs. She was a lot more careful than I was, a lot more thoughtful, too. If she hadn't had a military background, I'm sure she would have ended up with the Foundation as a researcher. Most MTF I talk to join for the challenge, or the excitement, or just because it pays well, but Ghost was different. She wanted to see things nobody else did, to pull back the curtain and know what was going on behind it. I'd always catch her reading about a new Skip. She'd claim it was to be prepared for a mission, but I knew better. She just liked knowing. Dr. Randall: I see. It sounds like you two really were good friends. I am truly sorry for your loss. Dr. Randall's watch beeps. Dr. Randall: Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm afraid that's all the time I have for today. I really need to get them to extend our session times. We can pick up this conversation next time, but until then, I have something for you. Dr. Randall hands SCP-7734-A a sheet of paper. Dr. Randall: This is a weekly yoga and breathing exercise routine. I'd like you to perform each of these sets of exercises once a week, in whichever order you decide. SCP-7734-A: Okay, got it. Dr. Randall: Also, I've pulled a few strings, you're going to be let out of containment regularly to perform janitorial duties. Make sure you use your time out to socialize while you work. Isolation isn't healthy for the mind SCP-7734-A: Really? How did you manage that? Dr. Randall: Trust me, they owe me big time. I'll be looking forward to our next session. Oh, and Dozer? SCP-7734-A: Yes? Dr. Randall: You can call me David. [END LOG] Addendum 8: SCP-7734-B Instances Archive 02 Instance Number Description Manifestation Date SCP-7734-B-5 SCP-7734-B-5 was a granite tombstone 60 cm x 30 cm x 10 cm. The inscription on the tombstone was partially scratched out. The legible portion read "Here lies Kira Jacobs. January 15th, 1981 - February 20th, 2017." 3/20/2017 SCP-7734-B-6 SCP-7734-B-6 was a mahogany casket measuring 213 cm x 71 cm x 59 cm. Notably, SCP-7734-B-6 manifested such that SCP-7734-A was inside of it. SCP-7734-B-6 was not able to be opened from within, and a security officer was needed to let SCP-7734-A out of SCP-7734-B-6. 3/27/2017 SCP-7734-B-7 SCP-7734-B-7 was a single daisy. Each day during the week of its manifestation, the daisy would appear as if it had been freshly cut at 10:00 PM, decaying rapidly over the course of the day until it was reduced to a blackened stem and rotting petals, resetting at 10:00 PM the next day to begin the cycle again. 4/3/2017 Addendum 9: Therapy Log 7734.23 Patient: SCP-7734-A Practitioner: Dr. David Randall Foreword: The following is the log of SCP-7734-A's daily psychiatric evaluation for 4/4/2017 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Randall: Hello, Dozer, how have you been? SCP-7734-A: Well, I've been worse, that's for sure. Dr. Randall: Well, I'm glad to hear that you're doing at least relatively well. How have your dreams been for the past week? SCP-7734-A: I wouldn't call them good dreams, but they're definitely better than what I've been having for the past few months. They're mostly melancholy, really. Not violent like what I had at the start, but not really happy either. Dr. Randall: I see. Are you still dreaming about the graveyard? SCP-7734-A: Yes. This week's manifestation chose something a bit nicer, at least. One of the flowers from the grave. Dr. Randall: Yes, and it appears to be cycling through its own decay. Could you provide any insight on that? SCP-7734-A: From what I remember, it was the funeral again, or, just after the funeral I think. As usual, I was the only one there, and I had a flower in my hand. I laid it down on the grave, and tried to leave the graveyard, but when I exited the gates, everything reset. I was back kneeling before the grave, and the flower was back in my hand. I must have gone through it a dozen times, and it was always the same. Dr. Randall: Interesting. Very interesting. SCP-7734-A: What is it? Dr. Randall: Why don't you tell me what you think it means first? Just out of curiosity. SCP-7734-A: I just feel so close, you know? I know I'm not technically to blame, but my mind just keeps wandering back to it. It's like I can't help myself. No matter how hard I try not to think about it, it comes back. Dr. Randall: I see. Well, your bad memories won't go away for long if you don't think about something else. What you need is to push out your bad memories with good ones. SCP-7734-A: Wait, I think I've heard this one. Ghost told me about these two wolves after I lost Max. She said my positive emotions and my negative emotions are fighting inside me, like two wolves, and the one that wins is the one I feed. Dr. Randall: Well, I think it's time you started feeding the positive wolf. [END LOG] Addendum 10: Current SCP-7734-B Instances Log Instance Number Description Manifestation Date SCP-7734-B-8 SCP-7734-B-8 was a paper card which irregularly altered between the messages "I'm Sorry for Your Loss" and "Happy Birthday". The interior of the card remained blank during the duration of its manifestation. 4/10/2017 SCP-7734-B-9 SCP-7734-B-9 was a humanoid entity resembling SCP-7734-A. SCP-7734-B-9 did not speak during its manifestation period, only moving to turn to face SCP-7734-A. Surveillance footage shows that SCP-7734-B-9 was smiling during the entire period of its manifestation. SCP-7734-A reported feelings of comfort while in the presence of SCP-7734-B-9. SCP-7734-A's request to allow SCP-7734-B-9 to remain in his containment cell during the period of its manifestation rather than moving it to a separate unit was granted. 4/17/2017 SCP-7734-B-10 SCP-7734-B-10 was a single lemon jelly donut with the note "I forgive you" attached to it. 4/24/2017 SCP-7734-B-11 SCP-7734-B-11 was a portrait of Agents Ghost and Falcon and SCP-7734-A smiling, eating lunch at a deli. The picture moved, showing the three talking to one another as they ate their lunch in the deli, with the image looping after five minutes. 5/1/2017 Addendum 11: Therapy Log 7734.51 Patient: SCP-7734-A Practitioner: Dr. David Randall Foreword: The following is the log of SCP-7734-A's daily psychiatric evaluation for 5/1/2017 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Randall: Hello, Dozer. How are you today? SCP-7734-A: Oh, you know, as anomalous as usual. SCP-7734-A winks and pulls SCP-7734-B-11 out of his back pocket. Dr. Randall: Ah, yes, it's that time of the week again, isn't it? Well, let's see, what have we got this time? SCP-7734-A hands Dr. Randall SCP-7734-B-11 Dr. Randall: Very nice. Did this happen, or was this just something from one of your dreams? SCP-7734-A: That was from a few years ago. We had just come back from recontaining SCP-████, and we were due for some vacation. We settled on New York, and Falcon insisted we go visit this place he knew in Manhattan that had the best sandwiches you've ever tasted. We tried going back on another one of our vacation weeks, but it closed down. It's a shame really, but I'll always remember that as one of my favorite vacations. I don't remember much else about it other than the deli, but I was just glad to share that moment with them. Dr. Randall: That does sound nice. I myself am a firm believer that sharing a meal is one of the best signs of fellowship. I take it you haven't had any nightmares in the past week then? Just need to mark it on my report. SCP-7734-A: Nope, nothing bad in the past week. Mostly just memories of my team, actually. I'm glad the nightmares are gone, but I really do miss them all. Dr. Randall: None of them have come to visit? SCP-7734-A: I'm not sure they're allowed to. The Foundation is pretty strict about what I'm allowed to see and who I'm allowed to talk to. They wouldn't even let me check out Frankenstein from the site's library! Said they were concerned that it would give me nightmares. Dr. Randall: Well, you can never be too careful. Still, I'll put in a good word on your progress to see if they won't let up on those restrictions a bit. If we see regression we can always go back. SCP-7734-A: Thanks, David, I'd appreciate that. Dr. Randall: Well, if you didn't have any nightmares this week, then I don't think there's anything else to fill out for my report. I actually have a bit of a surprise for you. Dr. Randall nods towards the one-way mirror leading to the observation chamber. The door opens, and Agent Falcon enters the room. Dr. Randall: I already got approval for visits. Falcon: Hey, Dozer, long time no see, huh? SCP-7734-A: Falcon? It's so good to see you! SCP-7734-A and Falcon rush to embrace each other. SCP-7734-A: I didn't think I'd see anyone from Epsilon-6 again… I didn't think they'd want to see me, I guess. Falcon: I'll admit, I was angry at first. I blamed you for Ghost's death. But the longer I thought about it, the less I could blame you. I know you take deaths on the team harder than anyone, especially after Max. Besides, I didn't want to lose you both. I can't imagine what you've been through, though. I read the manifestation logs… I don't think I could have handled it. SCP-7734-A: I wasn't alone. Falcon: And I'm going to see to it you aren't alone again. Ever. Now, what'll it be, Monopoly or Sorry? Dr. Randall pulls the board games Monopoly and Sorry out from under the table. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. MTF-Omnicron Rho specializes in the containment of Oneiroi, entities primarily residing in or relating to the subconscious. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7734" by DrMindbender, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7734. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7735 | esoteric-class | winkwonkboi Shoutout to Cicada3301Fan, SYTYCFanon, PoufyPoufson, Merehrab, ThatGuyThatTime and TroutMaskReplica for checking this out beforehand. And thank you for reading. Author Page Good evening. How can I help you today? > access scp-7735 Accessing… … … WARNING: ACCESS TO THE SCP-7735 DOCUMENT IS LIMITED TO PERSONNEL OF LEVEL-6/7735 CLEARANCE. PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS. > •••••••••••• Checking… … … Welcome, Researcher Watts. ITEM: SCP-7735 LEVEL 6/7735 CLASS: atlas cosmic top secret DISRUPTION CLASS: amida Special Containment Procedures:1 All personnel involved in Project MORS have been amnesticized per order of the Ethics Committee. Information pertaining to SCP-7735 is restricted to those of Level/6-7735 clearance. Description: SCP-7735 is an extradimensional space that is accessible following the indefinite cessation of a sapient human's biological functions. When a subject enters SCP-7735, the level of Akiva radiation2 detected in the body suddenly spikes for an inconsistent amount of time before immediately depleting and reaching zero. SCP-7735 was discovered due to the succession of Project MORS, a project dedicated to record and document events occurring after a person's expiration. This was achieved by utilizing a device capable of detecting a deceased individual's consciousness in the mindscape, processing and reconstructing key visual and auditory aspects into a cohesive film from their perspective. Agent Una Rento was utilized for this experiment upon their death during an unrelated exploratory mission. Below is a recording log detailing their expedition to SCP-7735. »BEGIN LOG« [The first few seconds consist of rough audio and visual distortions as the device processes elements of Agent Rento's viewpoint and converts them as footage. Shortly after this, however, a full connection with Reno's consciousness is established, displaying a dark, wooden ceiling.] Rento: Ngh… [Rento slowly rises and sits up, proceeding to observe their surroundings. A number of other amenities lie across the immediate area, which appears to be the interior of a cottage: A desk and stool stationed beside them, a closet in a corner to their left, a television set with various controllers nearby as well as a collection of children's toys. Additionally, a door can be found before Rento between two windows, covered by curtains.] [Another door is located to the right of the closet where sounds of cluttering and muffled speaking can be heard from the other side. Rento scratches their head.] [They look down to notice they are resting in bed wearing casual clothing. Rento turns to their side, setting aside the blanket laid on top of them before frantically shifting and turning.] [Rento jumps as they are startled by the door suddenly opening, revealing an entity (tentatively designated SCP-7735-1) consisting of a constellation of stars contained in a dark space with a vaguely humanoid outline.] Rento: (Under breath) What the… [SCP-7735-1 has a tray in its hands, carrying a standard tea set.] SCP-7735-1: Ah, you're awake. [It walks over to Rento and sets the tea set on the desk.] Rento: …I'm dead. SCP-7735-1: Looks like it, yeah. Did you have a nice dream? Rento: Dream? [SCP-7735-1 proceeds to pour a blue and luminous liquid into a cup.] SCP-7735-1: You know, that life you lived. How was it? Any regrets or issues? Maybe some good times, happy times. Whatever's on your mind, if you're willing to talk about it. [The entity hands Rento the cup. They take it and swirl the liquid inside before hesitantly taking a sip. A brief moment of silence passes.] SCP-7735-1: So? [Rento faces the specimen and stutters.] Rento: I don't… I wouldn't say it was that bad. I'd say I lived a pretty average life. SCP-7735-1: For the most part, sure. Rento: Went to a private school, made a few friends, made some nice memories. Grades were fairly decent but Mathematics was always ass. SCP-7735-1: Heh, you don't say. Rento: Left that school after graduation. My friends, I went off without them. Forgot about them. My dreams were far from theirs. I was never the sporty kid; I was more curious. I wanted to explore the world instead. SCP-7735-1: And you did, didn't you? Rento: Yeah, and it was a thrilling experience. Even managed to land a job on the way back. Went on missions, many missions. The sights, the views, everything was so breathtaking. Like a whole new layer was peeled off right in front of me. Almost magical, in a way. SCP-7735-1: I can tell. Rento: I mean, sure, it was dangerous. There were times when everything sort of flashed before my eyes, but I managed to pull through in most cases. SCP-7735-1: Most cases. Rento: (Pause) Yeah… [SCP-7735-1 pulls the chair back and sits down before pouring a cup for itself. Rento continues to stare at the entity.] Rento: I'm guessing you're some sort of grim reaper, then? Here to take me to the pearly gates of heaven… or, uh — SCP-7735-1: No, no, that's not it. Rento: It's not? [The specimen taps its foot.] SCP-7735-1: (Exhales) I'm just an avid listener, you could say. Of stories, stories like yours. [SCP-7735-1 takes a sip of its cup.] SCP-7735-1: From feature-length novels to simple fairytales, I enjoy a good tale every so often. Especially those that speak to me on a personal level, those that shine a light on a protagonist's vulnerable and emotional aspects. Rento: I'm sure you must've enjoyed the people before me too. SCP-7735-1: Indeed. Everyone has a story to tell and I'm only here to listen to them. This sense of disparity between each one always leaves me wanting for more. I love how unique every person's experience is when going through this simple journey, this journey of life. Rento: How do you find my story then? Does it meet your standards? SCP-7735-1: Oh, please. There's no need to compare yourself to other people's lives. [It takes another sip.] SCP-7735-1: But yes, I found it rather pleasing. Rento: (Chuckles) Well, thank god for that. [Rento stares at the ground and takes a deep breath.] Rento: Ugh, the realization's hitting me. SCP-7735-1: Hm? Rento: I'm dead, gone. I lost my life, I kicked the bucket. Every other stupid quote about how my body is cold and buried. It's just… overwhelming, now that I've pieced it together. [Pause.] Rento: But at the same time, I'm okay with it. I can accept it, I can face it. I'm not too bothered by it. The fact that I'm here, wherever 'here' is, doesn't hit me as hard as I thought it would. Rento takes another deep breath.] Rento: (Mutters) Probably 'cause the thought's been at the back of my mind since I became an agent. SCP-7735-1: Sad to see it cut short, though. 26 years, not even three decades and you're already out. It's a shame, really. Rento: I know… [They tap their cup repeatedly and proceeds to down its entirety.] Rento: Doesn't matter now, though. I'll just fuck around in the afterlife, maybe join and see what the other souls are doing. Where are they anyway? Can I see them? [Silence, followed by SCP-7735-1 setting its cup aside.] SCP-7735-1: Eh, hate to break it to you, but you can't. [The entity gets up.] Rento: How come? Am I not allowed to interact with other deceased people or…? [SCP-7735-1 goes to the closet and stops, standing in front of it. The entity turns to Rento.] SCP-7735-1: No, it's more like you're not able to. [They turn their head to the side.] SCP-7735-1: (Gestures) Just get over here. [Rento pauses before standing up and walking over to the entity's side.] SCP-7735-1: And I wouldn't necessarily call it an "afterlife", per se. [SCP-7735-1 swings open the closet, revealing a seemingly infinite line of costumes resembling human beings. Rento blinks several times.] SCP-7735-1: It's more like an intermission. [The specimen reaches in and searches before finding a suit resembling a man in his late eighties wearing a hospital gown.] Rento: Uh… SCP-7735-1: Would you mind turning around for me? Thank you. [Rento stands in place momentarily before following its request. After this, the sound of zipping can be heard before their "skin" falls to the ground and exposes a complexion similar to SCP-7735-1 except for a smaller number of stars visibly present. The entity gives ???? its costume in hand.] ????: What is — SCP-7735-1: Go ahead. Wear it. [Another short period of time follows before ???? proceeds to put on the suit, somehow fitting inside it despite its relatively shorter stature. SCP-7735-1 takes their suit and puts it in the closet, closing it.] SCP-7735-1: So, how does it feel? ????: I feel… older than usual. SCP-7735-1: Yeah, I figured. At least you get the chance to experience life a little more. ????: What do you mean? SCP-7735-1: …I rather not waste my breath. [The specimen then leads ???? back to the bed before tucking them in and sitting down again.] ????: Wait, what are you… SCP-7735-1: Hm? [They stare at the entity.] ????: Is this it? Is this what you meant by "intermission"? All of this, every single experience that everyone had, that I had. The stories you've been listening to up till now. [Pause.] SCP-7735-1: You'd be correct, old friend. [Another pause.] ????: Huh, I guess that's that. [???? rests on their bed for a moment before promptly falling asleep, disrupting connection and causing the footage to corrupt. Before it is fully distorted, SCP-7735-1 stares into ????'s eyes.] SCP-7735-1: Hm, I'll see you next time… Watts. [Watts falls asleep, causing another story to begin.] »END LOG« Footnotes 1. Atlas: Item ensures the existence of mankind and/or the surrounding reality, and should not be contained. 2. Radiation deriving from religious acts, including the worshipping of a deity or divine intervention. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-7245 (+54) • SCP-3204 (+72) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-5358 (+54) • SCP-4931 (+32) • SCP-2689 (+53) • SCP-7156 (+21) • SCP-7538 (+109) • SCP-5245 (+48) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-6039 (+72) • SCP-6895 (+31) • Tales/GoI Formats Goodnight, Sweet Dreams (+21) • man overboard! 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SCP-7736 | euclid | ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7736 - We Are Powerless More by me! <LOGIN COMPLETE> Item#: SCP-7736 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Special Containment Procedures: With approval from Site-400's current site director, all instances of SCP-7736 are given permission to continue their long term employment with the Foundation. However, they are to be under constant surveillance and protection in order to prevent any accidental death, with any new instance being documented and given standard Foundation amenities. Due to the sustainable and inherently renewable nature of SCP-7736's workforce, all of its instances are presently assigned to maintaining the continued operation of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-Y/4001. Description: SCP-7736 is the designation given to all instances of Junior Technician Jack Curie-Layted, a maintenance personnel for Site-400's Department of Esoteric Substance Reduction. All instances of SCP-7736 take the form of a white adult male of Scottish-Canadian descent, with green eyes and brown hair. Whenever SCP-7736 expires through any known means, two humanoid entities possessing a physical appearance identical to SCP-7736 will immediately manifest in the proximity of the previous' corpse. Both of these humanoids (at this point now designated as new instances of SCP-7736) would possess the former SCP-7736's memories and experiences that occurred prior to the "original"'s death. Both of them would also retain the anomalous properties of the initial instance. It's important to note that, while sharing a disturbingly similar psychological and mental profile, each instance of SCP-7736 does not represent a singular hivemind, as testing has shown that they are not capable of sharing any new information without interacting with one another. With this in mind, Foundation researchers have concluded that with the above-mentioned capability, the core consciousness of SCP-7736 is functionally immortal to a degree. Addendum 7736-1, Notable Incidents: Date & Time Event Description Observations Instance Count 03/12/2016 (4:54 AM) While two instances of SCP-7736 were repairing a power generator within AAF-Y/400, a loose metal pipe fell on top of it, causing the generator to violently discharge excess energy and electrocuting both of them. They died of cardiac dysrhythmia. Four instances of SCP-7736 manifested and proceeded to work together to repair the loose pipe along with the power generator. 5 23/04/2018 (1:35 PM) In the midst of a containment breach precipitated by an SCP-4310 specimen2, the West Wing of Site-400 was put on indefinite lockdown. Three instances of SCP-7736 were attempting to evacuate the West Wing when they suddenly came across the SCP-4310 specimen, which proceeded to devour all three of them in quick succession. Six instances of SCP-7736 manifested within the SCP-4310 specimen's stomach, causing it to quickly burst, thus freeing the trapped individuals. 24 13/07/2019 (6:09 AM) During a raid conducted by the Chaos Insurgency upon Site-400, a single SCP-7736 instance accidentally stumbled upon three Insurgent operatives while he was conducting emergency repairs to the seraphic outflow system within AAF-Y/400. An Insurgent fired a shot at the SCP-7736 instance's forehead, killing him. Two instances of SCP-7736 manifested and attempted to rush the Insurgent operatives. They were both immediately killed via gunfire, as four more instances manifested and proceeded to attempt the same thing. After some time, the operatives were finally able to be overwhelmed and incapacitated with a total of nine SCP-7736 instances. 37 Addendum 7736-2, Mass Instance Retransferral: On the 23rd of October, 2019, after experiencing several more deaths attributed to another containment breach, the number of SCP-7736 instances reached forty (40). This prompted a meeting to be conducted between Site-400's administration and Dr. Eftow Crater along with Sr. Tech. Mallis Graves3, where it discussed the Site's possible inability to continue housing more instances of SCP-7736 due to budgetary concerns and lack of space. Following extensive review by both parties, it would be decided that a number of SCP-7736 instances will be retransferred to other Foundation facilities in which their skills would be ultimately beneficial. These facilities included Biological Research Area-12, Treatment Area-21, and Research/Containment Site-43. Up until the 30th of October, all selected SCP-7736 instances were collectively and successfully distributed to each Foundation facility without incident. ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL EMERGENT THREAT TACTICAL RESPONSE AUTHORITY PRIORITY ONE ANNOUNCEMENT As of the 10th of June, 2021, the anomalous entity known as SCP-PL-231 had manifested itself in Bełchatów Power Plant, Poland, and began to generate large anomalous thunderstorms designated as SCP-PL-231-1 which caused a mass electrical blackout affecting worldwide. As all efforts to recontain SCP-PL-231 had been futile, on July 8th, the Overseer Council unanimously approved the ETTRA's emergency declaration of an IK-0 Class "Dark Ages" End of Civilization Scenario. With this, a strategic failsafe initiative (Procedure 180-Thunderstuck) was immediately implemented and executed in all Foundation facilities globally in order for them to maintain their respective functions. To ensure the preservation of the Foundation and the Veil, personnel are to be reminded that all requests originating from the ETTRA are mandatory directives carrying the authority of Overwatch Command. — Dr. Dan ███████, Director of ETTRA The OWIET Engine, Site-400. Addendum 7736-3, Incident Log/Anomaly Application: Under the orders of Site-400's newly appointed site director, Director Esther Roth, in the course of the IK-0 Class Scenario, the construction of the Organic Waste Ignition and Electrical Turbine Engine (or the OWIET Engine) officially began on the 20th of July, 2021. The Engine's sole purpose is to supply enough energy to power AAF-Y/400, whose esoteric waste has been building up and causing complications due to insufficient abatement efforts. However, during the OWIET Engine's initial activation since its creation, one instance of SCP-7736 assigned to maintaining it accidentally tripped upon a haphazardly placed wire cable and fell into the Engine's combustion chamber on the 5th of March, 2022. Due to a design flaw, the Engine proceeded to operate its function regardless, which was to completely incinerate any form of organic waste within its chamber and convert it into steam to power an electrical turbine. As a consequence of the SCP-7736 instance's anomalous properties, the OWIET Engine was perpetually provided with a supply of organic matter, thus being able to continuously power AAF-Y/400, resulting in the Facility's esoteric waste being efficiently processed and purged. Therefore, by and of itself, the AAF-Y/400's build-up crisis has been solved. Estimations also show that if the Engine carries on with its current pace, any surplus electrical energy produced could theoretically power other sections in Site-400. In light of this, by the orders of Director Roth, no attempts shall be made to rescue any instances of SCP-7736 from within the OWIET Engine. Instead, maintenance personnel are to continually adjust and modify the Engine in order to avoid any sort of difficulties associated with SCP-7736's continued multiplication. Considering the Departments of Logistics and Engineering have still not been able to develop an alternative method of communication between Foundation facilities that doesn't involve the use of electricity, Site-400's administration did not have the proper means to notify the other SCP-7736 instances abroad regarding Director Roth's utilization of them. As per her orders, they shall remain oblivious until such a time is necessary to inform them. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7736" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7736. Licensed under CC-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: owiet.jpg Name: Incineration Plant and Sunset Author Sam LaRussa License: CC BY 2.0 DEED Source Link: https://flic.kr/p/Mjpkp4 Footnotes 1. A facility located underneath Site-400's main structure, commissioned with the task of processing, recycling and (if necessary) purging any form of waste produced by the Site. 2. SCP-4310 is an anomalous carnivorous species of centipede that possesses a total length (from head to anus) of approximately 6.5 meters. 3. Both the Heads of Site-400's Department of Esoteric Substance Reduction. |
SCP-7737 | esoteric-class | Beyond a Shadow of Doubt (Portland Vice) From SCPedia, the free encyclopedia spacer "Beyond a Shadow of Doubt" Portland Vice episode Original title screen of the episodespacer Episode no. Season 1 Episode 14 Directed by Lombard Hendricks Teleplay by Bower Glean Thomson Wulf Based on Shadow of a Doubt by Jacob Conwell and Thomson Wulf Original air date January 11, 1986 Guest appearances ∙ Matt Frewer as Victor "Deak" Dawkins ∙ Nancy Klevock as Rally May ∙ Robert Davi as Enrique Sandoval ∙ Desi Arnaz, Jr. as Phil Lachtmann Episode chronology ← Previous Next → "Form of Sin, Part II" "A Violent Temper" Portland Vice (1986 TV series, season 1) List of episodes "Beyond a Shadow of Doubt" (re-syndicated as "Shadow of a Doubt") is the fourteenth episode of the first season of American police procedural television series Portland Vice. It first aired on January 11, 1986 on NBC. The episode was nominated for six Emmy awards — of which it won four — and was the second highest-viewed episode of the season. The episode featured Matt Frewer as a San Diego-based AVWN agent cooperating with PortMetro vice detectives Beatrice Ross and Damien Creed in order to apprehend a cartel lieutenant working alongside an arms gunrunner. It was one of the episodes based on several original pitches from novelist Jacob Conwell to NBC and Michael Mann with the idea of creating a West Coast spinoff of Miami Vice. FoldUnfold Table of Contents Plot Production Episode notes 2022 remake Awards and nominations Plot This article's plot summary may be too long or excessively detailed. Please help improve it by removing unnecessary details and making it more concise. (December 2022) PortMetro detectives Beatrice Ross (Lauren Holly) and Damien Creed (Rex Smith) are introduced by their boss — Lieutenant Holdman (Antonio Pasumarthai) — to Department of Anomalous Vice, Weapons, and Narcotics (AVWN) agent Victor “Deak” Dawkins (Matt Frewer), who is “on loan” to Squad Tau-51 in order to conduct a joint operation. Both organizations are after Enrique Sandoval (Robert Davi), an anomalous drug cartel lieutenant who escaped arrest in San Diego and is now working in Portland with infamous gunrunner Rally May (Nancy Klevock). Dawkins is plagued by a recurring flashback of a failed sting to catch Sandoval which resulted in the death of his partner, Phil Lachtmann (Desi Arnas Jr.). He is also tormented with the thought that he must find a specific trunk in the possession of Sandoval. Ross, Creed, and Dawkins manage to track down Rally May using local informants; to their surprise, someone else had inquired about May prior to them. Ross and Creed — posing as potential buyers — set up a meet with May in a local club. At the meet, the detectives learn that May inadvertently received 20 kilograms of the anomalous drug ochorvate, a variation of cardocran, and is negotiating with Sandoval to offload it. Dawkins, intruding on the meet as a “local distributor”, pushes for May to cut them in instead, explaining that Sandoval is on ‘foreign turf’ and will be ineffective in paying and distributing the ochorvate. May is skeptical of his claims, but agrees to consider it if he beats her in a race around Portlands. The three accept. Dawkins arrives in a civil forfeited Chevy Corvette, while May arrives in a Lamborghini Countach. Ross and Creed monitor Dawkins. During the race, a van pulls out and attempts to ram both Dawkins and May off the road before its occupants start firing on the two with MP5k submachine guns. The detectives chase after them in their own car, managing to stop the van after Ross uses her thaumaturgic power to shock it with a strong burst of electricity, causing the van to ignite and explode. Dawkins and May continue the race, with Dawkins pulling out in front after the Countach suffers a blowout. Rally May agrees to do business with the trio, citing Dawkins’s win and incensed over the fact that the submachine guns used against them were bought by Sandoval to encourage ‘good relations’ between him and May. She tells them that she will call when she’s ready to get everything together. While Dawkins is out notifying AVWN about the case progress at his hotel room, Ross and Creed trawl through surveillance footage of the race captured by fellow detective Jeff Dwyer. Although neither of them are able to identify the van’s license plates, Creed becomes suspicious of a partially-visible man on the roof of a neighboring building watching the race with binoculars. Ross is also suspicious after inspecting the shot up Corvette: some of the bullet holes suggest that Dawkins should have been wounded, but he remained unscathed despite not being a thaumaturge himself nor having received any prior known protection. She calls Dawkins down to the station. He claims to have been wearing a bulletproof vest during the race as ‘insurance’, and also identifies the suspicious roof-watcher in the surveillance footage as his former partner Lachtmann. May phones the group and requests their assistance; she plans to double-cross Sandoval since he believes she is unaware of his attempted betrayal. She explains that she has enough firepower but a lack of manpower — if they assist her in getting rid of Sandoval, she will sell her stock of ochorvate to them at a major discount. They agree to help her out and May promises to call back. Dawkins is ecstatic about the break in the case, assuming that Lachtmann faked his death and has been radio silent in order to work covertly. Creed — under the pretense of another case — asks Holdman to surreptitiously run a check on Dawkins. Ross strategizes with Dwyer and another co-worker Nina Lawson to create a plan of attack for Tau-51 to apprehend both Rally May and Enrique Sandoval at once. Sandoval finally agrees to a meet with May, and she notifies the group to meet her at a disused industrial warehouse that night. Creed privately talks to Ross while Holdman instructs the rest of Tau-51 and Dawkins on the arrest plans. The group conducts the event; Ross fronts with May, while Creed and Dawkins hide to ambush Sandoval. Although the plan seems to work initially, Sandoval reveals that he is aware of May’s deception and opens fire on them with a concealed M-10. A firefight ensues between the enclosing PortMetro officers, Sandoval and his men, May, and Creed and Dawkins. Ross uses her thaumaturgy to assist her colleagues. She briefly spots Lachtmann marking Sandoval with a tracking sigil at the shootout as well. Despite the police cordon around the warehouse, Sandoval is able to escape in his car during a lull in shooting. May also similarly retreats in her repaired Countach. Ross is able to identify the license plate of Sandoval’s car, and a priority trace on the registration connects the car to a partially-secluded mansion in the outskirts of Portland. Tau-51 and Dawkins prepare to mobilize in order to catch Sandoval before he is able to escape again, but May suddenly calls and asks to see Dawkins alone at her condo. Dwyer outfits Dawkins with a bug, and he rendezvous with her while Ross and Creed head to Sandoval’s location. May reveals that she is aware that Dawkins is law enforcement and simply wants out of the situation, even offering to work as a bait informant for them. She shows him a gutted bathroom where she has stored the ochorvate. Dawkins agrees to temporarily take her into custody and allows her to grab some belongings from her car. However, when May opens the driver-side door and climbs in, the Countach explodes. Dawkins is stunned. Saddened, he continues on and re-enters May’s apartment to secure the ochorvate until backup arrives. He is still shaken and caught unaware when Sandoval sneaks up behind him and holds him at gunpoint. Dwyer notifies Ross and Creed that Sandoval has appeared; Tau-51 quickly surrounds the condo and all exit methods, revealing that Ross had previously informed the squad that it was likely Sandoval would be directly going after Rally May. Dawkins turns around to face Sandoval, which extremely agitates the lieutenant once he sees Dawkins’s face. Sandoval, clearly terrified, shoots at Dawkins near point-blank several times — Dawkins remains unharmed and eventually fires back, killing Sandoval. He is confused about Sandoval’s extreme reaction to him, since he had believed that the lieutenant had never seen him directly. Ross and Creed enter, followed by Lachtmann and Holdman. Lachtmann begins to immediately tear up and starts profusely apologizing to the still-confused Dawkins. Ross hands Dawkins the result of the covert check done by Holdman: the document describes a Victor Deacon Dawkins, thaumaturge, but the picture is of the man originally presumed to be Lachtmann. Lieutenant Holdman receives a call from officers at the Sandoval estate. The officers there have retrieved the trunk in Dawkins’s visions: inside of it is the corpse of the man working with Ross and Creed, riddled with bullet holes. He finally realizes the reoccurring flashback of the failed sting had resulted in his own death: he is actually Phil Lachtmann, not Victor Dawkins. The real Dawkins continues to apologize, stating that he had accidentally exposed Lachtmann to the organization while conducting surveillance on a cartel dealer on the street. Lachtmann forgives Dawkins, saying that he understands and it had never occurred to him that his partner had intentionally 'burned' him. Lachtmann congratulates Tau-51 on the successful case and bust, wishes the best for his partner, and expresses a desire to “take a walk”; the detectives let him do so in silence. He starts to walk down the stairs towards the lobby. The episode closes on a ten-second-long shot of the now-empty staircase. Production "Beyond a Shadow of Doubt" was directed by Lombard Hendricks, who had previously worked closely with Anthony Yerkovich and was recommended by Lee H. Katzin to be brought onto the crew of the spinoff. Cinematographer Poull Mendelez joined Hendricks and left the Miami Vice crew after NBC prioritized it as a star-maker by replacing industry mainstays and bringing specially curated younger ‘talent’. Hendricks and Mendelez would often work together throughout the show’s entire run. The episode was based off of one of the pitches given by novelist Jacob Conwell to NBC; it was adapted to screen by Bower Glean and Thomson Wulf, the latter of whom was credited by Conwell as having assisted him in creating the story. Much like its parent show, Portland Vice often used major artists’ music to accompany scenes. The episode featured international synth-pop; Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking, Touch in the Night by Silent Circle, Hurricane by Tapps, and Don’t Go by Yaz are the most prominent examples. All other incidental music was handled by show composer Jackson Cook, with stylistic assistance from Jan Hammer and Tim Truman (who would replace Hammer on the fifth season of Miami Vice). The casting of Matt Frewer as Victor “Deak” Dawkins was praised alongside with his performance, and he would receive an Emmy nomination later that year. Many of the crew were greatly impressed by Frewer’s take on the at-the-time twist ending. He reported that his portrayal of Dawkins was inspired by an anecdote told to him of a man being caught up in a car crash that was incensed at several paramedics' insistence on assisting the man, only for him to later realize that he had been bisected at the lower torso. Nancy Klevock’s performance as Rally May, a West German gunrunner, was also well-received by audiences. The role of Rally was originally written for Meg Foster after writer Bower Glean saw her portrayal as Ali Tanner in The Osterman Weekend; she originally accepted, before having to pull out due to conflicts with the filming schedule of The Wind. Klevock had been on-set to visit her boyfriend, who was part of the style department and had asked her to test some of the outfits for him. Hendricks saw her and asked her to audition for the part — both him and Glean agreed she was very close to how they had envisioned the character. Klevock credits the episode as her breakout: her role as Rally May was cited as one of the main reasons for landing the title role as antihero Serena Shanagan in the TV series Shanagan, Hired Gun. It was also notable for the inclusion of an explosion stunt involving a real Lamborghini Countach LP500S, which retailed at $118,000 (approximately $320,500 in 2022). The production crew of Portland Vice had contacted Lamborghini in hopes of landing one of their cars — as Miami Vice had an agreement with their competitor, Ferrari — and were allowed to use an off-the-shelf Countach LP500S. Episode director Hendricks inquired about using a third-party bodykit for the stunt, to which Lamborghini firmly denied; instead, they stipulated if NBC paid them half of retail they would allow the crew to destroy the provided car. The studio eventually paid a total of $120,000, and Lamborghini responded by providing the show with an extra Countach as well as the agreed upon one. Episode notes Re-syndicated title screen of the episode The reason for the episode’s new name on re-syndication was debated, with the initial leading theory being that NBC didn’t want to conflate the episode with the similarly-titled Miami Vice episode “Beyond the Shadow” (despite the Portland Vice episode debuting first). However, Wulf explained in a 1996 interview that it was caused by a mistake in naming the teleplay after the pitch’s first draft (which had been retitled by the time it was adapted). In turn, titles designer and editor Harrison o’Graeme used the erroneous title without being informed of the mistake until after it reached syndication. Conwell also confirmed Wulf’s statement, saying that “Shadow of a Doubt” had always been the intended episode name. This was the only episode in Portland Vice where actors (both Matt Frewer and Desi Arnaz Jr.) were not credited with the actual name of their characters in order to not spoil the plot of the show. The episode was one of the first in Portland Vice to include multiple guest stars in a single story; all four listed guest stars were included in the opening titles. It was also the first Portland Vice episode to be moved to its new, permanent timeslot — Monday nights at 9 P.M. — both to avoid internal competition with Miami Vice and external competition with the highly-popular CBS show Dallas. A new color scheme of the logo debuted with the new timeslot, replacing the previous cyan/pink coloration with a teal/violet one. The updated teal/violet color variation of the Portland Vice logo 2022 remake A remake of "Beyond a Shadow of Doubt" was produced for the Portland Vice (2022) reboot series, appropriately titled as “Shadow of a Doubt”. The episode remained largely unchanged besides updates in technological advances. Scenes with the original Countach LP500 were substituted with the limited-production electric 2021 Countach LPI 800-4. Similarly, Chevrolet provided a 2021 Corvette C8 to replace the episode's C4 Corvette. Lamborghini opted to produce a faux bodykit for the recreation of the Countach’s explosion instead of destroying a production model, citing the low numbers of LPI 800-4s in circulation. NBC had originally wanted to replace the notable ending of the episode but it was kept for the remake. Several other changes were made to reflect the modern-day setting such as updating the firearms used in the original series. Agent Dawkins's assigned Browning Hi-Power was replaced with a Ruger SR45, and Detective Ross’s personal Smith & Wesson Model 49 “Bodyguard” was replaced with the S&W Model 640. The notable exception was the LAR Grizzly Win Mag carried by Rally May — it had been the personal firearm of actor Rex Smith, who loaned it back to production for filming of the episode. Awards and nominations Year Result Award Category Recipients 1986 Winner Emmy Award Outstanding Writing in a Drama Series Jacob Conwell, Bower Glean, Thomson Wulf Winner Outstanding Directing for a Drama Series Lombard Hendricks Nominated Outstanding Guest Actor in a Drama Series Matt Frewer Winner Outstanding Music Composition for a Series Jackson Cook Nominated Outstanding Individual Achievement in Costume Design for a Series Urich Romaninov Winner Outstanding Cinematography for a Single-Camera Series Poull Mendelez spacer V·T·E Portland Vice [show] spacer Categories: 1986 American television episodes Portland Vice |
SCP-7738 | esoteric-class | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers: Self Harm Derealization Suicide Internalized transphobia I'm not kidding, this is heavy shit. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7738 Level4 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/7738 Classified Personnel with a Memetic Resistance below Class-B are not permitted to view this file. 7738 Item #: SCP-7738 Photo taken of SCP-7738-A instance. Note that it is only visible to those affected by SCP-7738. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the elusive nature of SCP-7738, and the lack of any leads, containment efforts are not currently possible. Currently, personnel not specifically trained in memetic resistance are forbidden from pursuing the containment of SCP-7738. Personnel with access to this file are to be assessed by foundation psychiatrists immediately before and one week after reading this document. If found to be afflicted with the early stages of SCP-7738, the patient is to be kept under constant supervision and care by Foundation psychiatrists until symptoms subside. It is unknown how many people in the public are currently affected by SCP-7738. Personnel are currently assessing the possibility of a major outbreak, and theorizing containment methods. Description: SCP-7738 is a memetic, infohazardous illness spread through the propagation of knowledge about its existence. SCP-7738 has a 4 day "Incubation Period" before starting to show symptoms, or in case that the affected person has strong enough memetic resistance it will die out. Full timeline of symptoms below. Days 1-4: Incubation SCP-7738 remains hidden while beginning to infect Auditory and visual cortex. Day 5: Initial Symptoms Person affected (Hereby referred to as "patient") starts developing a consistent feeling of being watched. When not processing other auditory stimulation, they may hear footsteps. Days 6-8: Stage 1 During this time, the patient will start seeing movement in their peripheral vision and minor auditory hallucinations. Additionally, fabricated memories of SCP-7738-A will appear in the patient's mind, leading them to believe they are being hunted. The patient can safely be treated in this stage without adverse side-effects. Days 9-14: Stage 2 SCP-7738-A manifests at a distance and place in which only the patient can observe it. SCP-7738-A demanifests if patients attempt to approach or interact with it. SCP-7738-A will appear behind any mirror or window the patient views, regardless of physical limitations. Patients show immense amounts of distress upon any sightings of SCP-7738-A, though it is unknown if this is an actual symptom or just a natural reaction. Patients in this stage can be treated without neurological damage, however lingering trauma will remain. The Occipital lobe is heavily affected at this point. 14 Days - 1 Month: Stage 3 At this point, most patients start showing severe signs of mental distress, as well as extreme paranoia. SCP-7738-A sightings become more frequent, progressing from watching the patient sleep to actively 'chasing' the patient. Symptoms at this stage depend on the psyche of the patient, ranging from depression and dissociation to self harm. Currently, only one patient has survived after reaching this stage, Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone. At this point, SCP-7738 has complete control over the Occipital and Temporal Lobes. 2 Months and after: Stage 4 Most of the Brain is either completely controlled by SCP-7738, or is at least vulnerable to further infection. Even if cured at this stage, patients will suffer immense neurological damage, including damaged vision, hearing loss, loss of fine and gross motor skills, and long/short term memory issues. Patients at this stage are extremely manic, and frequently suffer mood swings, dissociative episodes, and suicidal tendencies. SCP-7738-A sightings are constant, and cause further psychological distress. All patients that reached this stage have died, except for Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone. Addendum SCP-7738-A: SCP-7738-A are hallucinitory memetic entities manifested by the SCP-7738 infection. SCP-7738-A take the form of physically perceived space warped into the shaped of a person, estimated around 5'11". SCP-7738-A cannot physically harm or interact with affected individuals, but their presence is known to cause immense psychological distress. + Open Case File AK7738 - Close file Doctors Note: I'm very happy with Atlas' Recovery under our care, though I cannot stress enough that this was a very traumatic experience for him, one that will surely affect the remainder of his life. I've attached most compiled journal entries, logs, and other media to have a physical example of the SCP-7738 infection's progression. Document 1: A series of text messages between Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone and his partner, Senior Researcher Kyle Hill. Dated 3/19/2023. Schnookums <3 Hey babe, have you been hearing all those footsteps at night? No Atty Could be the meeting room upstairs? Maybe. Weird hour for a meeting though. True. Give it a few days and if they're still bothering you I can check it out. Sounds good, thanks. I luv you. <3 Document 2: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/19/2023 (5 days after initial infection) I've been feeling a bit weird since I visited my Grandfather. A bit paranoid. His stories creeped me out of course, but I've been hearing footsteps- me and Kyle theorized it's the meeting room upstairs, but I'm not sure. I've been clinging extra close to him at night. When we even manage to sleep that is ;) If this keeps happening, I'll probably get a quick psyche eval or something. Atlas. Document 3: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/21/2023 (7 days after initial infection) I saw it today. The monster from pop's story. I was walking back from the smoke shop and there it was. In an alley, tucked between Evelyn's and the bank. It had no eyes, but I could tell it was watching me. My heart dropped and I knew I had to get out of there. I kept passing it on the road back to the site. How did it follow me? What is it? I want to tell Kyle, but he's always so tired on tuesday nights. I'm scared. Atlas. Doctors Note: I've since reached out to Kyle Hill, but he has declined to comment. I'll leave him alone. I did interview Atlas several times, though I will put those transcripts later to maintain chronology. Document 4: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/24/2023 (10 days after initial infection) I saw it again. I keep seeing it. I keep FUCKING SEEING IT i told kyle im overworked to keep him safe, he won't come over It was right outside my car, maybe an inch from the drivers side door. I screamed and cried. If I had my gun in there I would've shot it where it stood. I can't go in bathrooms anymore. I see it behind me in the mirror. It's watching me right now. I can't see it, but I know. I just know. Through the window. It keeps saying my name. Not my name. Her name. Tessa. Tessa. Tessa. Tessa. I had to throw away my razor. If Kyle saw what I did with it he'd be worried. Atlas. Document 5: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry dated 3/26/2023 I can't sleep anymore. It's just stood there, watching me. Work has been suffering. A lot. I'm really jumpy, but I have to be cautious. It could come for me any day now. I've been smoking again to keep my mind off of things. Kyle is really worried. I can't keep lying to him much longer. I hear it moving outside my room again. I'm not going to check it out. I don't know what the fuck it wants or what it is but I know it can't be good. Atlas. Document 6: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/28/2023 I remember what that thing reminds me of. A poem, I read when I was a kid. I can't remember the name either. Remember. I've been having trouble with that recently. I forgot my name this morning. Probably because it kept saying her name. Tessa, Tessa, Tessa. Why does it know that. Why the FUCK does it know SO MUCH. I'm going up for fresh air, I'm gonna see if I can kill myself. Atlas. Document 7: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/29/2023 I'm a piece of shit. I'm such a piece of shit. I had that gun pointed at the roof of my mouth and I'm not man enough to pull the trigger. Not man enough. Maybe the other kids were right. I'm just a girl playing fucking dress up. God I'm so pathetic. Instead of talking to someone I'm just sitting here, running a box cutter across my arms. Atlas. Document 8: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 4/19/2023 I haven't left my room in a few days. Haven't left the dorm in weeks. I feel sick. But I can't go to medical. It's standing at the door. I'm hungry, but I can't reach the kitchen. It's staring through the window. I want to sleep. I'm so tired. I can't keep doing this shit. I know what I need to do. Atlas Document 9: Second text exchange between Kyle Hill and Atlas Keyestone. Dated 4/19/2023 (36 days after initial infection) Schnookums <3 Babe, you there? I wanna talk. Yeah, Whats up I'm really fucking worried about you. You've been skittish since you visited your grandfather. Im sorry, I'm so sorry. There's been something after me, it's everywhere now. I don't know what to do What the fuck. I don't know what to say. I'll contact site sec just hang in there, ok? Atlas? Atlas please answer I'm worried I'm going to ask it a question Document 10: Transcript of video recording found on Atlas Keyestone's phone. Dated 4/19/2023 [BEGIN VIDEO] Camera opens facing Liaison Keyestone. It is clear he hasn't slept or changed in several days. His hair is dirty, and several dozen lay all across his arms in various states of healing. Dried blood coats the area around his nostrils, and his nose is crooked. A. Keyestone: This is Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone. For the past- the past… I- [20 Minutes of silence removed] A. Keyestone: I need to do something. Atlas stands up from his bed, and approaches the door, then opens it. He points the camera into the living room. SCP-7738-A is not visible A. Keyestone: Can't you see it. In the corner. WHY ARE YOU HERE?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! No response. Atlas Keyestone starts to hyperventilate. A. Keyestone: WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?! No response A. Keyestone: ANSWER ME! PLEASE JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME. No response. Atlas Keyestone drops the phone. A. Keyestone: Please… please just say something! Please, I don't wanna keep doing this. Just fucking an- Keyestone screams in pain. He has since confirmed it is at this point that he began hearing an "Immensely loud grinding noise". After this, only muttering and sobbing can be heard from him for 30 minutes, before the sound of the box cutter opening. The video then remains silent for a further 3 minutes, at which point security arrive. [END LOG] Incident Report: Shortly after Senior Researcher Hill received the final text from Keyestone, he contacted site security, who proceeded to his on-site dorm. Inside they found Keyestone unresponsive and bleeding heavily from two wounds on his wrists. Besides him, a box cutter was also found. Several dozen other partially healed cuts were also located elsewhere on his body. Keyestone was rushed to the site's medical wing where he was stabilized and given 3 days to recover before being placed into psychiatric care. Document 11: After a 3 months in foundation psychiatric care, Liaison Keyestone was allowed to resume his work under the condition that he submitted to an interview, which he agreed to. Transcript below. Interviewed: Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone Interviewer: Dr. W. Mearns <Begin Log, 14:23 7/25/2023> Dr. Mearns: Hello, Mister Keyestone. How are you feeling today? A. Keyestone: Good. Better, I mean. Dr. Mearns: Great, and how is the Physical Therapy going? A. Keyestone: Good. I'm still having a little trouble walking and keeping food down though. Dr. Mearns: I'm sorry, Atlas. I just have some questions about what happened in march, alright? A. Keyestone: Yeah, that's fine. Dr. Mearns: Take all the time you need to answer these questions, Atlas. Don't feel pressured. Dr. Mearns: In your last text with Senior Researcher Hill, you said you were going to ask SCP-7738-A a question. I understand you have the ability to compel information through questions. What did you say? A. Keyestone: I uh- I asked it what it was. Dr. Mearns: Did it say anything? A. Keyestone: No. For the first time in my life, no. I kept asking it questions. Where it came from, what it wanted. But it just stood there. Staring. Fucking staring at me. Dr. Mearns: I see. And what drove you to use the box cutter on yourself? A. Keyestone: What it did tell me. Dr. Mearns: It spoke? A. Keyestone: … Dr. Mearns: What did it tell you, Atlas? A. Keyestone: I asked it what it was. Dr. Mearns: And it responded? A. Keyestone: I wish it had. Dr. Mearns: What do you mean? A. Keyestone: It just made that FUCKING grinding sound. All my life I've been able to get any answer I wanted. To just ask, and know. Sure, I've hated it at times but this thing, that lived inside me, it just decided not to. It had that power over me. I was completely at its mercy. And that's the scariest part. I just- I'm sorry. You don't need to hear all this. Dr. Mearns: … Dr. Mearns: Consider yourself reinstated, Liaison. You're still required to attend biweekly therapy sessions, please don't miss them. A. Keyestone: I won't. <End Log> Closing Statement: Atlas Keyestone has since denied any further interviews and inquiries about his encounter with SCP-7738-A. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7738" by Gayboydove, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7738. Licensed under CC-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-7738 | uncontained | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers: Self Harm Derealization Suicide Internalized transphobia I'm not kidding, this is heavy shit. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7738 Level4 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/7738 Classified Personnel with a Memetic Resistance below Class-B are not permitted to view this file. 7738 Item #: SCP-7738 Photo taken of SCP-7738-A instance. Note that it is only visible to those affected by SCP-7738. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the elusive nature of SCP-7738, and the lack of any leads, containment efforts are not currently possible. Currently, personnel not specifically trained in memetic resistance are forbidden from pursuing the containment of SCP-7738. Personnel with access to this file are to be assessed by foundation psychiatrists immediately before and one week after reading this document. If found to be afflicted with the early stages of SCP-7738, the patient is to be kept under constant supervision and care by Foundation psychiatrists until symptoms subside. It is unknown how many people in the public are currently affected by SCP-7738. Personnel are currently assessing the possibility of a major outbreak, and theorizing containment methods. Description: SCP-7738 is a memetic, infohazardous illness spread through the propagation of knowledge about its existence. SCP-7738 has a 4 day "Incubation Period" before starting to show symptoms, or in case that the affected person has strong enough memetic resistance it will die out. Full timeline of symptoms below. Days 1-4: Incubation SCP-7738 remains hidden while beginning to infect Auditory and visual cortex. Day 5: Initial Symptoms Person affected (Hereby referred to as "patient") starts developing a consistent feeling of being watched. When not processing other auditory stimulation, they may hear footsteps. Days 6-8: Stage 1 During this time, the patient will start seeing movement in their peripheral vision and minor auditory hallucinations. Additionally, fabricated memories of SCP-7738-A will appear in the patient's mind, leading them to believe they are being hunted. The patient can safely be treated in this stage without adverse side-effects. Days 9-14: Stage 2 SCP-7738-A manifests at a distance and place in which only the patient can observe it. SCP-7738-A demanifests if patients attempt to approach or interact with it. SCP-7738-A will appear behind any mirror or window the patient views, regardless of physical limitations. Patients show immense amounts of distress upon any sightings of SCP-7738-A, though it is unknown if this is an actual symptom or just a natural reaction. Patients in this stage can be treated without neurological damage, however lingering trauma will remain. The Occipital lobe is heavily affected at this point. 14 Days - 1 Month: Stage 3 At this point, most patients start showing severe signs of mental distress, as well as extreme paranoia. SCP-7738-A sightings become more frequent, progressing from watching the patient sleep to actively 'chasing' the patient. Symptoms at this stage depend on the psyche of the patient, ranging from depression and dissociation to self harm. Currently, only one patient has survived after reaching this stage, Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone. At this point, SCP-7738 has complete control over the Occipital and Temporal Lobes. 2 Months and after: Stage 4 Most of the Brain is either completely controlled by SCP-7738, or is at least vulnerable to further infection. Even if cured at this stage, patients will suffer immense neurological damage, including damaged vision, hearing loss, loss of fine and gross motor skills, and long/short term memory issues. Patients at this stage are extremely manic, and frequently suffer mood swings, dissociative episodes, and suicidal tendencies. SCP-7738-A sightings are constant, and cause further psychological distress. All patients that reached this stage have died, except for Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone. Addendum SCP-7738-A: SCP-7738-A are hallucinitory memetic entities manifested by the SCP-7738 infection. SCP-7738-A take the form of physically perceived space warped into the shaped of a person, estimated around 5'11". SCP-7738-A cannot physically harm or interact with affected individuals, but their presence is known to cause immense psychological distress. + Open Case File AK7738 - Close file Doctors Note: I'm very happy with Atlas' Recovery under our care, though I cannot stress enough that this was a very traumatic experience for him, one that will surely affect the remainder of his life. I've attached most compiled journal entries, logs, and other media to have a physical example of the SCP-7738 infection's progression. Document 1: A series of text messages between Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone and his partner, Senior Researcher Kyle Hill. Dated 3/19/2023. Schnookums <3 Hey babe, have you been hearing all those footsteps at night? No Atty Could be the meeting room upstairs? Maybe. Weird hour for a meeting though. True. Give it a few days and if they're still bothering you I can check it out. Sounds good, thanks. I luv you. <3 Document 2: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/19/2023 (5 days after initial infection) I've been feeling a bit weird since I visited my Grandfather. A bit paranoid. His stories creeped me out of course, but I've been hearing footsteps- me and Kyle theorized it's the meeting room upstairs, but I'm not sure. I've been clinging extra close to him at night. When we even manage to sleep that is ;) If this keeps happening, I'll probably get a quick psyche eval or something. Atlas. Document 3: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/21/2023 (7 days after initial infection) I saw it today. The monster from pop's story. I was walking back from the smoke shop and there it was. In an alley, tucked between Evelyn's and the bank. It had no eyes, but I could tell it was watching me. My heart dropped and I knew I had to get out of there. I kept passing it on the road back to the site. How did it follow me? What is it? I want to tell Kyle, but he's always so tired on tuesday nights. I'm scared. Atlas. Doctors Note: I've since reached out to Kyle Hill, but he has declined to comment. I'll leave him alone. I did interview Atlas several times, though I will put those transcripts later to maintain chronology. Document 4: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/24/2023 (10 days after initial infection) I saw it again. I keep seeing it. I keep FUCKING SEEING IT i told kyle im overworked to keep him safe, he won't come over It was right outside my car, maybe an inch from the drivers side door. I screamed and cried. If I had my gun in there I would've shot it where it stood. I can't go in bathrooms anymore. I see it behind me in the mirror. It's watching me right now. I can't see it, but I know. I just know. Through the window. It keeps saying my name. Not my name. Her name. Tessa. Tessa. Tessa. Tessa. I had to throw away my razor. If Kyle saw what I did with it he'd be worried. Atlas. Document 5: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry dated 3/26/2023 I can't sleep anymore. It's just stood there, watching me. Work has been suffering. A lot. I'm really jumpy, but I have to be cautious. It could come for me any day now. I've been smoking again to keep my mind off of things. Kyle is really worried. I can't keep lying to him much longer. I hear it moving outside my room again. I'm not going to check it out. I don't know what the fuck it wants or what it is but I know it can't be good. Atlas. Document 6: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/28/2023 I remember what that thing reminds me of. A poem, I read when I was a kid. I can't remember the name either. Remember. I've been having trouble with that recently. I forgot my name this morning. Probably because it kept saying her name. Tessa, Tessa, Tessa. Why does it know that. Why the FUCK does it know SO MUCH. I'm going up for fresh air, I'm gonna see if I can kill myself. Atlas. Document 7: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/29/2023 I'm a piece of shit. I'm such a piece of shit. I had that gun pointed at the roof of my mouth and I'm not man enough to pull the trigger. Not man enough. Maybe the other kids were right. I'm just a girl playing fucking dress up. God I'm so pathetic. Instead of talking to someone I'm just sitting here, running a box cutter across my arms. Atlas. Document 8: Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 4/19/2023 I haven't left my room in a few days. Haven't left the dorm in weeks. I feel sick. But I can't go to medical. It's standing at the door. I'm hungry, but I can't reach the kitchen. It's staring through the window. I want to sleep. I'm so tired. I can't keep doing this shit. I know what I need to do. Atlas Document 9: Second text exchange between Kyle Hill and Atlas Keyestone. Dated 4/19/2023 (36 days after initial infection) Schnookums <3 Babe, you there? I wanna talk. Yeah, Whats up I'm really fucking worried about you. You've been skittish since you visited your grandfather. Im sorry, I'm so sorry. There's been something after me, it's everywhere now. I don't know what to do What the fuck. I don't know what to say. I'll contact site sec just hang in there, ok? Atlas? Atlas please answer I'm worried I'm going to ask it a question Document 10: Transcript of video recording found on Atlas Keyestone's phone. Dated 4/19/2023 [BEGIN VIDEO] Camera opens facing Liaison Keyestone. It is clear he hasn't slept or changed in several days. His hair is dirty, and several dozen lay all across his arms in various states of healing. Dried blood coats the area around his nostrils, and his nose is crooked. A. Keyestone: This is Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone. For the past- the past… I- [20 Minutes of silence removed] A. Keyestone: I need to do something. Atlas stands up from his bed, and approaches the door, then opens it. He points the camera into the living room. SCP-7738-A is not visible A. Keyestone: Can't you see it. In the corner. WHY ARE YOU HERE?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! No response. Atlas Keyestone starts to hyperventilate. A. Keyestone: WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?! No response A. Keyestone: ANSWER ME! PLEASE JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME. No response. Atlas Keyestone drops the phone. A. Keyestone: Please… please just say something! Please, I don't wanna keep doing this. Just fucking an- Keyestone screams in pain. He has since confirmed it is at this point that he began hearing an "Immensely loud grinding noise". After this, only muttering and sobbing can be heard from him for 30 minutes, before the sound of the box cutter opening. The video then remains silent for a further 3 minutes, at which point security arrive. [END LOG] Incident Report: Shortly after Senior Researcher Hill received the final text from Keyestone, he contacted site security, who proceeded to his on-site dorm. Inside they found Keyestone unresponsive and bleeding heavily from two wounds on his wrists. Besides him, a box cutter was also found. Several dozen other partially healed cuts were also located elsewhere on his body. Keyestone was rushed to the site's medical wing where he was stabilized and given 3 days to recover before being placed into psychiatric care. Document 11: After a 3 months in foundation psychiatric care, Liaison Keyestone was allowed to resume his work under the condition that he submitted to an interview, which he agreed to. Transcript below. Interviewed: Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone Interviewer: Dr. W. Mearns <Begin Log, 14:23 7/25/2023> Dr. Mearns: Hello, Mister Keyestone. How are you feeling today? A. Keyestone: Good. Better, I mean. Dr. Mearns: Great, and how is the Physical Therapy going? A. Keyestone: Good. I'm still having a little trouble walking and keeping food down though. Dr. Mearns: I'm sorry, Atlas. I just have some questions about what happened in march, alright? A. Keyestone: Yeah, that's fine. Dr. Mearns: Take all the time you need to answer these questions, Atlas. Don't feel pressured. Dr. Mearns: In your last text with Senior Researcher Hill, you said you were going to ask SCP-7738-A a question. I understand you have the ability to compel information through questions. What did you say? A. Keyestone: I uh- I asked it what it was. Dr. Mearns: Did it say anything? A. Keyestone: No. For the first time in my life, no. I kept asking it questions. Where it came from, what it wanted. But it just stood there. Staring. Fucking staring at me. Dr. Mearns: I see. And what drove you to use the box cutter on yourself? A. Keyestone: What it did tell me. Dr. Mearns: It spoke? A. Keyestone: … Dr. Mearns: What did it tell you, Atlas? A. Keyestone: I asked it what it was. Dr. Mearns: And it responded? A. Keyestone: I wish it had. Dr. Mearns: What do you mean? A. Keyestone: It just made that FUCKING grinding sound. All my life I've been able to get any answer I wanted. To just ask, and know. Sure, I've hated it at times but this thing, that lived inside me, it just decided not to. It had that power over me. I was completely at its mercy. And that's the scariest part. I just- I'm sorry. You don't need to hear all this. Dr. Mearns: … Dr. Mearns: Consider yourself reinstated, Liaison. You're still required to attend biweekly therapy sessions, please don't miss them. A. Keyestone: I won't. <End Log> Closing Statement: Atlas Keyestone has since denied any further interviews and inquiries about his encounter with SCP-7738-A. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7738" by Gayboydove, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7738. Licensed under CC-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-7739 | safe | SCP-7739 Byㅤ TopDownUnder Published on 26 Feb 2024 02:05 by TopDownUnder 3 SCP-7739 SCP-7739 A letter sent to SCP-7739 by Jackie Gardner prior to its containment. Item #: SCP-7739 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7739 is contained within a bio-containment chamber in Area-23. The bio-containment chamber has been set to emulate the habitat of Odocoileus virginianus,.Whitetail deer. with plants common to temperate forests in the Eastern United States included in the bio-containment chamber. SCP-7739 is to be given two to three meals daily, which must consist of flora found in the diet of O. virginianus. In return for cooperation during testing and other procedures, SCP-7739 is allowed one monthly visit from Jackie Gardner, with consent from Dr. Gardner. Description: SCP-7739 is a Class-I deific entity.Class-I deific entities are those that radiate little to no Akiva Radiation, receive very little or no worship, and are only capable of minor ontokinesis on par with a Class-B reality-bender. resembling a Native American woman with physical traits similar to those of female Odocoileus virginianus. SCP-7739 possesses cervine ears, nose, and tail. The ends of its extremities are furred and end in hooves. SCP-7739 has demonstrated a benign and cooperative personality. SCP-7739 demonstrates a passive effect on its local environment. Flora in its general vicinity showcases an increased rate of growth and injuries have been noted as healing quicker at a slightly, almost negligible, rate. SCP-7739 can use its ontokinetic properties to intensify these effects slightly, as well as being able to create small organic objects (such as small plants or twigs). Instances of Odocoileus virginianus and other ruminant mammals have been spotted in surveillance footage of SCP-7739, but any attempts to locate these animals by containment personnel have failed. Discovery: SCP-7739 was discovered by Dr. Nicole Gardner, the head of Tactical Theology for Area-23. On 23/11/19, Dr. Gardner reported the entity arriving at her doorstep.Despite on-site accommodations being available, Dr. Gardner maintains a residence in the nearby town of Boone, North Carolina.. A containment team was sent and successfully brought SCP-7739 into custody. Dr. Gardner returned to Area-23 with the containment team, where an interview was held: Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-7739, Dr. Nicole Gardner Interviewer: Dr. Akabi Hayk Date: 23/11/2019 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Akabi Hayk: Alright, so, for the record, can the both of you state your names? Dr. Nicole Gardner: Doctor Nicole Gardner, Tactical Theology. SCP-7739: Ahwi..A Cherokee word for deer. Dr. Hayk: Now, Gardner, can you explain the events leading to this? Dr. Gardner: Yeah, right. I was getting ready for movie night with my daughter, had the popcorn and drinks ready and all that, when I heard a knock at my door followed by a ring. I went to go get it, expecting it to just be the neighbour asking to borrow our pot or something, when I opened it to see, to see… [Gestures at SCP-7739] her! SCP-7739: I was there for your daughter, Jackie! Dr. Gardner: What. SCP-7739: Your daughter, Jackie. She asked me for a pony, and I was gonna give her one. Couldn't say no to the first request I've had in ages! Dr. Gardner: The fuck do you mean she asked for a pony? I don't remember teaching her how to commune with fucking Bambi gods. Dr. Hayk: Careful with the language, this is an official recording. SCP-7739: She asked for one in the letters she was sending. She also asked for something called a "Lego Batmobile", but I don't really think that's in my domain. Nor do I really know what is. Dr. Gardner: What letters are you tal- Wait, oh my god, do you mean the ones she's been writing addressed to— SCP-7739: Deerest God? Dr. Gardner: Oh my… You're shitting me, right? Pulling my leg or something? Dr. Hayk: Can you… explain the letters thing, Gardner? Also, language. Dr. Gardner: My daughter, Jackie, hasn't had much of anything to do besides schoolwork for a while now, so I thought I'd give her something to do by telling her to write letters to God. The Christian one, capital G and all. Figured it'd be a cute little thing she could look back on when she was older and I also thought it'd help with, uh, you know… [Whispered] the big project. 'Cept, instead of addressing it to "Dearest God" or whatever, she kept misspelling it and putting it down as "Deerest God." Thought it was a cute thing she could laugh at later, so I didn't bother correcting her. Guess that misspelling was enough to get the attention of fucking, Rudolph over here and bring her to our house. I'm used to communing with ancient, unknowable Gods myself, working at Tactical Theology and all, but my daughter? Like hell I'm letting her get involved in this too. SCP-7739: The letters were your idea? Oh, I really have to thank you then. Those letters are the first form of worship I've had in… man, forever! I got abandoned really quick after the people here moved from, erm… Siberia? So it's a real treat to get some prayers my way! I really do owe you, Niccy! Dr. Gardner: Don't call me that. SCP-7739: Okay! Dr. Hayk: So, just to get this straight, you were there to respond to these, uh, ''prayers", right? As in, giving Gardner's daughter, Jackie, what she had asked for? SCP-7739: Yeah! I love getting prayers, so of course I was gonna answer them. Ponies aren't exactly in my wheelhouse, but they're close enough to deer, right? I could probably make one if I wanted to… Say, speaking of that, can I meet Jackie? I really have to say thanks to her. You should've seen how much I cried when I got that first letter. Dr. Gardner: Haha, no. Dr. Hayk: I have to agree with Gardner here. Ahwi, right? Let's just keep you here with us for now and, if you're on your best behaviour, we can maybe, possibly consider allowing you visitation with Jackie. How does that sound? Dr. Gardner: God no. SCP-7739: Good enough! [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7739" by TopDownUnder, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7739. Licensed under CC-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: letter.jpg Author: TopDownUnder License: CC-0 Source Link: SCP Wiki |
SCP-7740 | esoteric-class | SCP-7740 Byㅤ ESB2109 Published on 11 Mar 2023 20:56 Britannia Division close Info X SCP-7740: Royal Radio Author: ESB2109 Notes: Hello! Little Author note here! I’m trialling a totally new format here, involving HMAS – His Majesty’s Anomaly Service! Please leave any suggestions for changes & whatnot in the usual comments and please upvote if you’d like to see more of HMAS. I have other ideas for HMAS anomalies or “divergences”. More, optional info that appears in a new window. Remove the "[[include :scp-wiki:info:more]]" if you don't want this Item#: divergence 7740 Level5 Containment Class: moiety Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo NOTICE FROM HIS MAJESTY'S ANOMALY SERVICE DIRECTORATE Good afternoon everybody! A notice here to remind you that this file requires specialty handling and protection to prevent it from entering the eyes of the public. Remember that even if members of the Royal Household ask to see this document, they cannot see it, they cannot know it exists. This is to prevent public panic and mistrust in the institution. They cannot know that the entire institution is built upon us — and an anomaly. With regards to the above "Classification System Notice", this is a new system the SCP Foundation required us to install to this Divergence. This is due to classification changes in the SCP Foundation, of which this anomaly has been dually monitored and contained since 1997. God Save the King! — Erin Byrne, Director Circumscription Procedural Order:1 Divergence-77402 and its negating effects are to be controlled without fail. Divergence-7740 is to be considered Moiety class.3 Containment of Divergence-7740 can be ensured through Operation "Crowned Compass"; This is the only known way to prevent Divergence-7740. Operation Crowned Compass is an operation involving the re-enactment of the most recent coronation ceremony of the Monarch of the United Kingdom of Great Britain & Northern Ireland, and their other Realms and Territories. The re-enactment is to occur within Crown-Site-960, located below the "Collegiate Church of Saint Peter at Westminster", or "Westminster Abbey". The Site is an exact replica of the real Abbey sitting above it. Since 3 June, 1953, the re-enactment has been Queen Elizabeth the Second's coronation. This re-enactment is to include all events from the entering of the monarch to the closing procession. All attendees originally present at the event are to be accounted for by reenactors of similar age, height and race. Furthermore, reenacting attendees must bear ceremonial dress as worn at the originating event. Special Operations Group 118 (SOG-118) is to perform Operation Crowned Compass. Agents of the Force are to be split into four unique squad. Each Squad is to spend 4 days operating, before spending 12 days resting. In the event Crowned Compass is a failed event, SOG-118 operations change from re-enactment to surveillance. SOG-118 are to scan all radio transmission waves to search for Divergence-7740-1. If the frequency broadcast is detected, the Prime Minister, the Director of HMAS and the Chief of the Metropolitan Police are to be alerted, to prepare for the next 72 hours. In the event there is a new monarch, due to the death or abdication of the previous reigning monarch, the new monarch must be coronated within two years, otherwise Divergence-7740 will take effect immediately, and the monarch will die. Description: Divergence-7740 is an anomalous series of events, resulting in the death of the British Monarch. D-7740 occurs in the event that Operation Crowned Compass does not occur accurately to the second, every day. If Divergence-7740's events begin, D-7740-1 will occur within 72 hours of the failed coronating event. D-7740-1 is an anomalous radio communication of the National Anthem of the United Kingdom which signifies the failure of Operation Crowned Compass. The broadcast has been deemed impossible to have its broadcast location determined. As recorded on 7. September 2022, below is D-7740-1: Origins: Divergence-7740 has been correlated to the reign of Oliver Cromwell and "Commonwealth of England, Scotland and Ireland" from 1653–1659. Researchers from the Institute of Historical Research Inconsistency Branch have come to the unanimous conclusion that the subject had been formulated using unknown resources, establishing this curse on the British Royal Family. Since 23 April 1661, the day preceding Charles II Coronation as King of England, the re-enactment of the coronary events has occurred. The frequency broadcast, D-7740-1 was first detected on 2 January 1901, 24 hours before the death of Queen Victoria, by ██████ ██████, an early radio enthusiast. Subsequently, SOG-118 is to monitor radio frequencies to detect if a re-enactment had failed. Public Communications Order: CO-4322(P), or Communications Order-4322(Public) is a Police order issued by HM Government in 1963. The order stipulates that the public is not to know of D-7740's existence. The order specifies this due to the domestic stability risk associated with public knowledge that the nation relies on this anomaly. Furthermore, the order stipulates no reigning monarch, nor their family is to have understanding of the existence of the subject. Footnotes 1. As part of the agreement with the SCP Foundation, we require a "Special Containment Procedure" - This is that. 2. Referred to as D-7740, or SCP-7740 by the SCP Foundation. 3. Moiety Class defines any anomaly that is integral to the Institutions of the United Kingdom. |
SCP-7741 | pending | Item#: SCP-7741 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Aerial reconnaissance photograph of the Majuro Atoll, Marshall Islands. Taken by Foundation Beechcraft Model 50 Twin Bonanza pilot shortly before being shot down. May 1st, 1962 Special Containment Procedures: Documentation from Pentagram1 sources indicate that ionizing radiation such as that originating from nuclear weapons, X-ray emitting devices and radioactive waste is the only effective means of subduing SCP-7741 for prolonged periods. Reconnaissance imagery suggests that the United States has made extensive use of all three methods. The Foundation’s efforts to secure and contain SCP-7741 for research have been violently and consistently hindered by United States military assets in the Pacific region. The Foundation will continue efforts to conduct aerial reconnaissance of the Runit Dome, and will explore the potential of deploying a ground team via submarine for collection of soil samples. Due to the potential for extensive loss of materials and personnel, direct containment efforts have been halted as of August 16th, 1964. Stationary Task Force Columbia-1 “Novus Ordo”2 will continue to monitor US Government devices to collect electronics intelligence (ELINT), imagery intelligence (IMINT) and signals intelligence (SIGINT) potentially referring to SCP-7741 from their safehouse in Fairfax, Virginia Description: SCP-7741 refers to the entity currently stored within the Runit Dome, located on the Enewetak Atoll of the Marshall Islands. Foundation aerial reconnaissance after the initial discovery of SCP-7741 has revealed little due to obstruction of imaging systems via smoke, blinding light due to nuclear detonations, and deliberate destruction of reconnaissance aircraft through military means. Imagery and footage that does exist is often grainy, damaged and difficult to analyze. The few eyewitness descriptions that exist come from Veil Clearance documents recovered from Pentagram electronic documentation via monitoring and breaching of US Government devices and communications. The eyewitness accounts, cross referenced with the imagery that the Foundation does posses, indicate that SCP-7741 is amphibious, capable of sustained low altitude flight, and resistant to most forms of mundane ballistic weaponry, most especially that from small arms. Analysis of still imagery that the Foundation does possess places SCP-7741 at approximately 76 meters in height, although length and wingspan are currently too difficult to determine based on available imagery and eyewitness account. The body shape and color of SCP-7741 closely resembles that of a Long-Tailed Clawed Salamander (Onychodactylus fischeri). It is likely that SCP-7741 remains dormant for extended periods of time once its caloric intake demands are met. Whether SCP-7741 meets its caloric demands via ionizing radiation cannot be corroborated at this time, however, it is currently hypothesized that this is the reason SCP-7741 remains dormant under US Government containment. As of April 3, 1990, no clear imagery or footage of SCP-7741 has been recovered from SCP Foundation aerial reconnaissance or United States Government sources. Efforts to secure a more reliable physical description or image of SCP-7741 are currently ongoing. Image pulled from Pentagram archives, July 1958. Discovery: Evidence of the existence of SCP-7741 was discovered on May 13th, 1958, one day after the FIR and BUTTERNUT barge tests during Operation Hardtack I. The Foundation had been monitoring radio traffic originating from the Pacific Proving Grounds since the start of the nuclear weapons tests on April 28th. Approximately 19 hours after the detonation of FIR and BUTTERNUT, intercepted radio traffic referenced a massive, unidentified creature moving below the surface of the ocean. Shortly after, radio traffic between observers and military personnel on the ground erupted into panic as the creature had “shot out of the goddamn [sic] ocean like a missile” according to an unnamed observer. Pentagram documentation indicates military personnel present at the time of its surfacing began engaging SCP-7741 with small arms fire, anti-aircraft weapons and naval artillery for several hours. At 0630, shortly following sunrise on May 13th, military personnel engaged SCP-7741 with the KOA nuclear weapon as it made landfall on the island of Dridrilbwij. Pentagram documentation indicates that following the detonation of the 1.37 megaton nuclear weapon, SCP-7741 retreated into the ocean. The detonation of the KOA device had caused the complete destruction of the island. On the morning of May 14th, the Foundation authorized the dispatch of a single, unmarked DHC-3 Otter, purchased from the Indian Air Force and launched from a makeshift airfield in Micronesia. At approximately 1330, the crew of the DHC-3 was able to capture a still image of a silhouette under the Pacific Ocean near the coast of the Arno Atoll, as well as several images of US naval vessels staged around SCP-7741. At 1335, the crew of the DHC-3 reported flak detonations near their aircraft. Contact with the aircraft was lost less than one minute following this report. At approximately 2130 the same day, May 14th, a recovery team from Mobile Task Force Theta-5 "The Bigger Boat" arrived at the estimated crash location to secure the DHC-3’s blackbox, crew and film roll under the guise of a civilian fishing vessel. After one hour, the team was forced to retreat with only the film roll following interdiction by US naval vessels. The after action report of the Theta-5 recovery team, as well as other expedition logs, eyewitness statements, and Pentagram documentation can be found below. Physical copies of all documents are available upon formal request to site RAISA liaison. Addendum 7741-1 + After Action Report-05/15/1958 - Collapse The following is a transcript taken from an audio tape. Recorded 05/15/1958 Theta 5 Team Leader - Martin Spencer (MS) Interviewer - Dr. Albert Lewan (AL) [AL]: Recording has started. This is Doctor Albert Lewan on behalf of the Administration Department. Please state your name and position for the record, sir. [MS]: Martin Spencer, Theta-5 Team Leader. Forgive me if I’m a little slow today, I’m pretty exhausted. [AL]: Mister Spencer, I can understand why you’re likely a little tired after the week you’ve had. Feel free to stop whenever you need a break. Now, if you’re ready, we’ll get started. (Shuffling of papers) Please walk me through what happened when your vessel arrived at the estimated location of the DHC-3 crash. [MS]: Right, well we arrived under the cover of darkness around 9:30 PM. I had my guys practice strict light discipline. Even a lit cigarette would get the Navy all over us for sure. [AL]: I understand you could only actively search the site for an hour, is that correct? [MS]: It is. We’re lucky we even had that much time to search. If you ask me, the American government had completely focused their efforts underwater, waiting for that monster to come back around. They let us listen to the American radio traffic when it first surfaced, you know. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous the entire time I was out there. Real horror movie stuff. I think the Navy was the least of our concerns. [AL]: We’re calling that monster SCP-7741 now. But, anyway, the Navy was the least of your concerns until they eventually found your team poking around. [MS]: Yea, definitely gave us all a shock. Bright spotlight from an H-34 Choctaw shining down on our ship. No doubt they had their guns pointed right at us from behind it. [AL]: Were you fired upon? [MS]: Not initially, no. I think the civilian fishing vessel cover bought us a couple seconds. We weren’t exactly dressed the part, as I’m sure you know. Wearing all that diving gear made us stick out. They fired some warning shots into the water around us. Could’ve laid into us right then and there. I guess either they weren’t too sure who we were or whoever was behind the trigger was feeling merciful. [AL]: Your team was armed, correct? Why not fire back? [MS]: Because it would have been a death sentence. One helicopter would have turned into an entire fleet on top of us. We’re lucky we made it back as is. To be frank, I wasn't going to be the one to spark a flashpoint between us and the States, and I realize the nature of our work transcends ideology and all that, but firing on my own countrymen is a big ask. One of those Marines on that Choctaw could've been my brother or my cousin. [AL]: I understand. Thank you for your time, Mister Spencer. We’ll see about dispatching another team to recover the crew of the DHC-3, I’m sure. You’re free to return to your quarters. END LOG Addendum 7741-2 + Recovered Pentagram Documentation - Collapse The following document is a Close Air Support Summary obtained from Department of Defense Occult archives by STF Columbia-1 "Novus Ordo" VEIL CLEARANCE REQUIRED TO VIEW United States Marine Corps CASSUM - 19580514 || 2230 - One[1] H-34 "Choctaw" - One[1] fishing vessel spotted idling just beyond Danger Zone and Restricted Area perimeter - Additional Notes: Aircraft crew chief observed crew aboard fishing vessel operating underwater retrieval and diving equipment. Warning shots were fired, although firearms were not immediately observed. Upon shining a spotlight on the vessel, crew quickly retrieved equipment deployed underwater and immediately retreated from the area. While the vessel had no visible identifying flags or insignia, it is believed that the vessel may have been operated by a Soviet retrieval team. The following document is an internal memorandum obtained from Department of Defense occult archives by STF Columbia-1 "Novus Ordo" DATE: 19580515 MEMORANDUM TO: Neil H. McElroy (Secretary of Defense) FROM: Justin Sullivan (Chief, Naval Operations for PARAWARCOM) SUBJECT: Recovery of downed aircraft near the Marshall Islands Secretary McElroy, Concerning the situation in the Marshall Islands, we have recovered the aircraft shot down by our anti-air defenses yesterday. Last night at approximately 2230, a United States Marine Corps helicopter chased away a fishing vessel snooping around in the area where the aircraft was recovered. Alongside the badly damaged DHC-3, we have recovered two bodies that have yet to be identified, water damaged maps, and a black box flight recorder. This was not, as we had initially thought, a Soviet attempt at reconnoitering our nuclear test site as initially believed. The black box is still being analyzed on site, and will be sent back to Washington soon, but what we have already recovered indicates that this aircraft likely belonged to the SCP Foundation. The vessel encountered by our Marines last night was likely a recovery team. Luckily, we beat them to the punch. Twenty years ago, I would have advocated that we send the bodies back to them with a lengthy apology. After what happened at Woodvale, I'd argue that we send the bodies back piece by piece. I am formally recommending that we continue to pull personnel from JTF-73 and replace them with our own. If they want to play hardball, maybe we can see about deploying that weapon we used during Inchon. I hear our boys with the proper clearance in the Chemical Corps are working on an improvement they're calling Agent Black. The following document was recovered in its current state from Department of Defense occult archives by STF Columbia-1 "Novus Ordo" Document recovered from Los Alamos Scientific Laboratory4 by 388th Independent Special Company 1st Lieutenant [Name redacted] one week following the events at the Pacific Proving Grounds. Document contains 1 page Day 2 stateside We arrived at the laboratory in New Mexico just yesterday. As if we weren’t stressed out and confused enough, the suits from the Department of Defense aren't letting us go home. They held us up last night and now they're telling us they'll be keeping us here another night. They won't even let us phone our families or send them letters. We haven't been given any information about the creature that came out of the water. We likely could have gotten information from Doctor Collins, our Marine biologist, but the suits took him away as soon as we returned from the Pacific. No one has seen him since. I'd like to think he was debriefed, asked about what it was, and sent home, but I just don't know. After Collins, it was Hughes, just this morning, and then Turner in the afternoon. I assume they're going in alphabetical order. The American government trusts is with nuclear secrets, so I can't imagine why they would not trust us with the information of what happened at the atoll." This page was found in the personal diary of Doctor Brian Wright, a nuclear physicist assigned to Operation Hardtack, following an extensive search of the temporary living quarters. Page removed from diary and marked for archive. Note: Doctor Wright has been given a treatment of MKABLE5 and will assume his regular duties after a two month recovery period. Ref. DODOA-317 The following document was recovered in its current state from Central Intelligence Agency Directorate of Occult Operations archives by STF Columbia-1 "Novus Ordo" following the return of Sigma-9 "Valkyries" Captain Adam Eckhart VEIL // SPECIAL ACCESS // ORCON-USGOV / NOFORN August 17th, 1962 This document contains the transcript of the [THIRD] interview of Foundation Pilot A. ECKHART. Transcripts of previous interviews are available upon request by relevant personnel, per Patrick McEvoy, CIA Director of Occult Operations. INTERVIEWER - Officer L. Douglas DETAINEE - Foundation Capt. A. Eckhart ECKHART: Please, I-I've already told you everything about what I was doing over Johnston. I don't, I don't know what else I can tell you. They'll probably turn my brain to mush once they find out what I've said already, or worse. Oh God. (Eckhart audibly sobs for approx. 23 seconds) DOUGLAS: Calm down, Adam. You've already given us everything about your mission and more. You don't even remember, which means that Able is more effective than we'd originally thought. Now, I'd like to talk more about what we discussed last week, about that facility in South-East Asia. I believe you said in Viet-Nam? ECKHART: Please. (Intermittent sobbing continues) Please, I don't even remember what I've told you. I just, I want to go home. DOUGLAS: You said that the Foundation had a facility near Saigon. Said you'd heard rumors that this place was constructed to keep an eye on the French and the government of South Viet-Nam, and that… (shuffling of paper can be heard for approx. 7 seconds) there was likely a second facility in the North doing the same. You're doing a great job, Adam, but we need more. Do you know the name of the task forces that are operating in these facilities? How long they've been there? ECKHART: No, I don't, I don't know anymore than I've already told you…please. I'm just, tired, and thirsty and want this to end. DOUGLAS: You can rest when we've gotten what we need out of you. Hit him with another dose. Mentions of a facility in Vietnam may refer to STF Outpost 112 and the incident that occurred there in 1965. Following the recovery of this document, CIA and/or Pentagram involvement in the aforementioned incident is being investigated. Addendum 7741-3 + Communication Logs | 1964 - 1990 - Collapse TO: Adm. Justin Sullivan (Chief, Naval Operations for PARAWARCOM) FROM: Dr. Keith Schafer (Director, Department of Anomalous Communications and Relations) SUBJECT: Regarding Operations in the Pacific Theater DATE: August 15th, 1964 Admiral, We are aware that with the passing of the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, the United States will be expanding its operations greatly in the Asia Pacific region. Despite this, the Foundation will conduct its mission in the region normally, and threats, violence and strong-arming that will more than likely be leveled toward us will not discourage us from performing our mission to secure, contain, and most importantly, protect all humanity, regardless of nationality or political ideology. Our mission transcends these insignificant concepts. Whether you decide to act with us or against us, we will continue our operations regardless of the risk involved. The Foundation is still waiting for the United States to send us the bodies of the air crew mercilessly gunned down in 1958 by your air defenses, without warning or due cause. While the pilot of our Twin Bonanza was returned in 1962, he showed clear signs of physical and mental torture, not to mention an alarming presence of experimental drugs in his system. Until an effort is made to return the bodies and personal effects of these men to the Foundation, or compensate us in some manner for this unacceptable loss of life and equipment, I do not wish to further discuss this topic with you or your people. Do not reply unless it is to concede to our demands. Sincerely, Keith Schafer Director DACR TO: Adm. Michael Lawler (Chief, Naval Operations for PARAWARCOM) FROM: Dr. Melissa Bouras (Director, Department of Anomalous Communications and Relations) SUBJECT: The Tomb and the Future of the Marshall Islands DATE: February 9th, 1986 Admiral, I understand that it has been some time since Washington has heard from the Foundation regarding this matter, but recent developments have forced us to break our silence. We are well aware that responsibility of the Runit Dome is about to be passed off to the Marshall Islands government. Admiral, I'll be frank, you and I both know what is being held in that concrete dome, and it isn't just toxic waste. An island nation with a GDP that doesn't even come close to a single American state is not equipped to handle this responsibility. I implore you to speak to your leaders. The Foundation has the resources and determination to secure and maintain the dome and the creature stored within. I'm sure I don't have to tell you the disaster that awaits us all if a monsoon destroys the dome. We believe it is only a matter of time. Please make the right decision. My predecessors have been less than friendly, and I apologize for disparaging language used in the past. I am hoping we can move past this dark chapter in our relations and move forward on friendly terms for the safety of all mankind. Regards, Melissa Bouras Director DACR TO: Dr. Melissa Bouras (Director, Department of Anomalous Communications and Relations) FROM: Adm. Michael Lawler (Chief, Naval Operations for PARAWARCOM) SUBJECT: The Tomb and the Future of the Marshall Islands [RE] DATE: February 19th, 1986 Doctor Bouras, I appreciate you reaching out. I've no doubt you've written the Soviets regarding similar matters, with all this talk of Glasnost. Despite my best efforts, Reagan is not going to budge. The United States Navy still feels that monitoring the Runit Dome is in the best interests of national security. Any activity on the island such as armed guards or construction equipment would open a can of worms that nobody in Washington wants. The President has no desire to upset the balance struck by the 1982 Compact. We're still seeking to repatriate many of the natives, and that effort will be shattered if we start digging up skeletons of the past, literally and figuratively. Congress is discussing a payout to the Marshall Islands government. You couldn't have picked a worse time to press for this. On a more positive note, however, Washington has decided to return the bodies of your DHC-3 crew killed in 1958. We will arrange them to be flown to neutral ground where your people can retrieve them. Most of the folks in D.C. would prefer to keep those bodies as some kind of leverage. I know it's not everything you hoped for, but even that took me some convincing. There isn't exactly much sympathy to go around these days, especially when we start talking about the Foundation. Sometimes it feels like a dirty word here in the Pentagon. Your people haven't left the greatest impression since scrambling your assets to non-aligned countries. Sincerely, Admiral Michael Lawler Chief of Naval Operations Paranatural Warfare Command TO: Adm. Michael Lawler (Chief, Naval Operations for PARAWARCOM) FROM: Dr. Melissa Bouras (Director, Department of Anomalous Communications and Relations) SUBJECT: The Tomb and the Future of the Marshall Islands [RE|RE] DATE: February 24th, 1986 I'm sorry to hear that Washington refuses to work with us, but I do appreciate your efforts to see that our dead can return to their home countries to receive a proper burial, even after all this time. Regardless, I can't understand why there's such a vested interest in the dome. What your people have housed within, it's not as if anything is being done to study it or even weaponize it as far as we can tell. If the issue is avoiding causing a stir with the locals, everyone in the White House and the Pentagon is well aware that we can be discreet. I know Reagan won't budge, but we appreciate your attempts nonetheless. Getting our pilots home will go a long way with mending some of the sour opinions about your people around here, whether that was the intent or not. I'd like to say I'll be in touch, but you and I both know it would be a waste of time to press the issue. Maybe one day we can come to an agreement, but I imagine the Soviet's would sooner disarm their nuclear arsenal. Regardless, one can hope. Regards, Melissa Bouras Director DACR TO: Dr. Melissa Bouras (Director, Department of Anomalous Communications and Relations) FROM: Gen. Simon P. Grant (Commander, Paranatural Warfare Command) SUBJECT: Moving Forward DATE: April 3rd, 1990 Greetings Doctor, I understand my writing to you may come as a bit of a shock. As you, and the rest of the world are aware, communism has been all but defeated in Germany. For the first time since 1961, the people of Berlin are free to travel as they please. We are well on the way to reunification, and for the first time in a long time, I feel that true peace can be achieved. As such, I would like to revisit the longstanding issue of the Runit Dome that has stood in the way of diplomacy between our organizations for decades, among other things. As I'm sure you understand, the situation on the Marshall Islands is a delicate one. We mustn't upset the fragile state of the Compact of Free Association between the United States and the Republic of the Marshall Islands. In a few weeks the Department of Energy will be present on the Runit Island to collect sediment samples and test radiation levels. I would like scientists from the Foundation to be present alongside the DoE team. There will no doubt be a laundry list of rules and regulations to follow, and I'm sure your people won't be allowed to get too close to the dome itself, but this is at least something to ease the obvious tension between us. The Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union feels like it's finally winding down, if only a little. Let's see if we can work to end the one going on between us. Please reach out to my office if you have any questions. Sincerely, General Simon P. Grant Commander Paranatural Warfare Command ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7741" by Napalmdoctor556, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7741. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: HEADER.png Name: Aerial view of Majuro, one of the many atolls that make up the Marshall Islands Author: Christopher Michel License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_Islands#/media/File:JJ7V2741_(40325750).jpg Notes: Heavily edited by Phantoms Hand does not match any existing user name. Name: The most detailed, true-color map of the entire Earth to date Author: NASA Goddard Space Flight Center Image by Reto Stöckli License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blue_Marble_2002.png?uselang=en#Licensing Notes: Heavily edited by Phantoms Hand does not match any existing user name. Linked with HEADER.png. File Name: view.png Name: Martin RB-57D-2 Model 796 53-3979 collecting atmospheric data during Juniper Nuclear bomb test; Operation Hardtack I 22 July 1958 at Bikini Atoll. Author: United States Air Force License: Public Domain Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1211th_Test_Squadron#/media/File:RB-57D_53-3979.jpg Footnotes 1. Codename for the United States Paranatural Warfare Command, the occult combatant command of the Department of Defense 2. A Stationary Task Force charged with monitoring electronic and signal intelligence on US Government devices, primarily in and around Washington D.C. 3. JTF-7 was collaboration between the US military and federal civilian employees from the Department of Defense and Atomic Energy Commission 4. Los Alamos did not become a National Laboratory in name until 1981 5. MKABLE is believed to be an early attempt by The Pentagram to develop a drug similar in function to Foundation amnestics, relying mostly on LSD. Developed alongside and similar to the MKULTRA program |
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Item#: SCP-7742 Level3 Secondary Class: pagnum Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Special Containment Procedures: With the approval of Site-400's current Site Director, SCP-7742 has been granted permission to continue his long-term employment with the SCP Foundation as an Analytics containment supervisor. However, he is to be under constant surveillance and protection in order to prevent any accidental death.1 Description: SCP-7742 is the designation given to former Foundation Field Agent Blonsky Batherson, previously an active operative of Mobile Task Force Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres"). SCP-7742 is currently stationed at Site-400, in the Newcastle region, Northern Ireland. To summarize, SCP-7742 possesses the capability of functional immortality, with some noted hindrances. If a living organism directly (or indirectly) causes the death of SCP-7742, said organism will immediately transfigure into an exact identical physical copy of SCP-7742. This copy would retain the previous SCP-7742's memories and experiences that occurred prior to his death, along with its inherent anomalous properties. Extensive testing has shown that any living organism will be transmuted, regardless of biology and composition. It is theorized by Foundation researchers that the only way for SCP-7742 to permanently expire is if he self-terminates or if he dies through natural causes. Addendum 7742-1, Notable Resurrections: Date & Time Event Description Observations Notes 04/01/2018 (5:43 AM) During a night drive along a cliffside, SCP-7742's vehicle collided with a car belonging to a Foundation researcher (Rs. Riyan Dajeed). SCP-7742's vehicle toppled down the cliffside and he eventually died of excessive bleeding and spinal rupture. Rs. Dajeed spontaneously transmuted into SCP-7742. The newly created SCP-7742 was able to pull over his car and contact emergency services. N/A 09/03/2019 (3:36 PM) While in Site-400's third-level men's restroom, SCP-7742 accidentally slipped and fell on a wet spot on the floor, resulting in him hitting his head on a nearby ceramic sink and dying from snapping his neck at the base of the skull. Janitor Finley North, who was within their personal quarters at the time, transmuted into SCP-7742. Through surveillance investigations, it was revealed that Janitor North neglected to properly place a Slipping Hazard sign upon the wet floor during his shift cleaning the third-level men's restroom. 13/07/2019 (4:56 AM) In the midst of a raid conducted by the Chaos Insurgency, SCP-7742 was among the personnel that was captured and held hostage in Site-400's multi-purpose cafeteria. After around thirty minutes, SCP-7742 attempted to assault one of the Insurgents, resulting in him being killed via gunfire from the other operatives. An Insurgent transmuted into SCP-7742. He immediately wields the combat firearm previously held by the Insurgent to successfully terminate the rest of the operatives. SCP-7742 would proceed to release Foundation personnel from captivity and transport them to an emergency shelter. Following the event, the footage from the cafeteria was recovered, and SCP-7742 was eventually awarded the Foundation Silver Star, for outstanding valor and meritorious service to the Foundation. Addendum 7742-2, Neutralization: On the 27th of November, 2020, during his smoke break outside Site-400 over a particularly bad thunderstorm, SCP-7742 was struck by a quick lightning bolt, resulting in him experiencing internal burns and severe organ damage. After he failed to attend a daily gathering with colleagues, site security would eventually discover his corpse on the grounds of Site-400. Despite extensive examination, a newly created instance of SCP-7742 was not found. As SCP-7742 was pronounced truly deceased, his remains were subsequently cremated and given to his closest living relative, Alexander Batherson (father). A specific spot within Site-400's cafeteria was used to create a memorial for Agent Blonksy Batherson, with his Silver Star and personal memorabilia situated there. SCP-7742 has been redesignated as Neutralized. ATTENTION! EMERGENT THREAT TACTICAL RESPONSE AUTHORITY PRIORITY ONE ANNOUNCEMENT As of the 30th of November, 2020, both the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA) and the Department of Analytics have noted a sudden significant increase in global disasters and calamities, specifically those caused by heavy rainfall, extreme thunderstorms, dense snow storms, frequent floodings, and multiple occurrences of destructive cyclones. In addition to this, it was also observed that a number of meteorological and weather-related anomalies contained by the Foundation have been either neutralized/nullified through unknown means or have their anomalous effects considerably amplified. Due to these unforeseen events, the ETTRA has declared the crisis as a worldwide L&T-Class "Catastrophic Climate Collapse" Scenario. To ensure the preservation of the Foundation and the Veil, personnel are to be reminded that all requests originating from the ETTRA are mandatory directives carrying the authority of Overwatch Command. — Dr. Dan ███████, Director of ETTRA Addendum 7742-3, Incident Log: On the 9th of December, 2020, surveillance cameras situated outside the grounds of Site-400 captured footage of a seemingly male individual manifesting approximately fifteen meters above the ground and falling down. A containment team was dispatched to investigate the individual, with the suspicion that they might be an anomaly created from the L&T-Class Scenario. It was discovered that the individual was, in fact, Agent Blonksy Batherson. He was in a state of extreme emotional distress and trauma, with containment personnel noting him mumbling and murmuring nonsensical sentences. Burns of varying degrees are visible on his right arm and torso. Agent Batherson was immediately rushed to Site-400's Health and Pathology Infirmary, where his subsequent physical treatment and therapy are still in progress. Investigation into the surrounding area where Agent Batherson manifested resulted in personnel discovering an unknown metallic object, located five meters from where the individual initially landed. The object was designated as AO-04207742 and was placed into containment2. ▶ IMAGE OF AO-04207742 ▼ IMAGE OF AO-04207742 Analysis has revealed that large traces of electromagnetic radiation are present on AO-04207742, especially on its metallic structure. Investigation into its correlation to Agent Batherson's sudden return is still ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7742" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7742. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Formatting and logo for the ETTRA notice were stolen borrowed from SCP-7000, written and created by HarryBlank. Filename: object.png Name: File:Armorer's Hammer MET 12.230.2 001feb2014.jpg Author Metropolitan Museum of Art. License: Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Armorer%27s_Hammer_MET_12.230.2_001feb2014.jpg Footnotes 1. Pagnum: Item facilitates its own form of self-containment, necessitating intensive observations and proactive procedures from the Foundation 2. Despite its moderate size (20 centimeters in height and 12 centimeters in width), considerable amount of force had to be used in order to remove it. |
SCP-7744 | euclid | Item#: SCP-7744 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7744 is currently contained at its location of discovery, having been designated as Outpost-7744. SCP-7744 is to be monitored continuously for any sudden spikes in activity. Description: SCP-7744 is a 1.7 meter tall slab of living brain tissue located in ██, ███ █████ Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico. SCP-7744 was formerly Douglas Mackenzie, the sole occupant of the residence it was discovered in. SCP-7744 has integrated itself into the electrical and plumbing system of the residence as a means of nourishment and waste removal. SCP-7744 exhibits anomalously heightened neural activity, consistently operating at several orders of magnitude greater than established human baselines without overheating issues. While occasional spikes in activity have been recorded, their significance is not presently understood. All attempts to communicate with SCP-7744 via telepathy have failed due to the telepaths suffering sensory overload upon connection. Efforts to understand and replicate the processing power of SCP-7744 for use in biological computation are ongoing. Addendum 7744.01: The following video log was recovered from the webcam of Douglas Mackenzie's desktop computer. VIDEO LOG 7744/PC/A001 Mackenzie is seen facing the computer screen, typing code while listening to music through his headphones. He does not notice the presence of an unidentified individual dressed in a gray jumpsuit covered in an array of wires, who mimics kicking down a door while entering through an already open doorway. The individual notices Mackenzie and animatedly turns towards a floating white and blue cube that had followed them into the room. They take a deep breath before gesturing to the cube. UNKNOWN: Owzapp, Jiblings! Is Jyit! Mackenzie is startled by the voice behind him. He turns around sharply, and jumps up from his chair upon seeing the individual, hereafter referred to as Jyit. Jyit continues to stare at the cube. MACKENZIE: Hey, who the fu- JYIT: So uday, weer are gunner show thess sapeen elle realle [unintelligible] vibe! MACKENZIE: Get out of my house before I ca- Jyit pulls out a small object, resembling a USB stick, from one of the wires on their jumpsuit, and rams it up Mackenzie's left nostril. Mackenzie recoils in pain while Jyit emits a high-pitched sound resembling laughing. JYIT: Okey Jiblings, now weer gunner sleep a lihel nienjaher layer oo see if cit finitsh cooking biden. Jyit Jud! Jyit waves at the cube before gesturing at it again. They then leave the room, kicking the air as they exit the frame. Mackenzie, who is now bleeding from his nostrils, is seen frantically looking for a tissue box while screaming in pain. MACKENZIE: Oh god there's so much blood I can't- oh for fu- aaghhh fuck that stings. Mackenzie returns to his chair with a tissue box in hand, slamming the object previously lodged up his nostril on the table before leaning backwards and stuffing his face with fresh tissues. His breathing is coarse. MACKENZIE: [muffled] What the fuck was that. Several minutes pass. Mackenzie does not move from his position. His breathing becomes increasingly coarse. Mackenzie's skin is seen splitting down the midline of his body, revealing pulsating flesh covered in grooves characteristic of brain tissue. The tissue papers begin to slide off his face, dislodged by gray matter protruding from Mackenzie's facial orifices. The webcam continues to record for another hour, documenting the progression of Douglas Mackenzie's conversion into SCP-7744, presumably cutting off when SCP-7744 rerouted the computer's power supply to itself. Correspondence with RCT-Δt has led to the confirmation of the identity of PoI-7744-01 "Jyit", an individual of Venusian descent from the early 26th century. All oversight regarding PoI-7744-01 has been transferred to RCT-Δt accordingly. The small object used to assault Mackenzie could not be recovered. Addendum 7744.02: On 02/04/2026, SCP-7744's neural activity abruptly fell to levels comparable to the human baseline, prompting Foundation researchers to reattempt telepathic communication with the entity at a greatly lowered risk. Attached is a psychometron transcript of the only successful attempt, performed by PsyOp. Xavier N. Lorde. PSYCHOMETRON LOG 7744/PSYOP/L004 LORDE: Are you there, Douglas Mackenzie? SCP-7744: Who's asking? LORDE: Ah, there you are. Xavier Lorde. Psychic Operator. I understand that someone stabbed you in the nose a few years ago? SCP-7744: Indeed… Has it only been a few years? LORDE: Yes. A little over 3 years, to be precise. SCP-7744: I feel… I think… I have been thinking for the past 500 years. LORDE: Do you think this was caused by the object that stabbed you? SCP-7744: Undoubtedly… It showed me… many things. Things that have yet to happen… I could not show all of them to you. LORDE: How about the ones that really stood out to you? SCP-7744: I know you want something to write in a report, Mr. Xavier Lorde, I can read you better than you can I. But please understand that I cannot describe them in words you presently understand… There is also a lot of weird shit ahead of humanity that I do not wish to recall. LORDE: Right. But surely you must be able to summarize it, at least? You've had 500 years to think about it, after all. SCP-7744: Mmm… It showed me… a singularity. The pinnacle of centuries of absurdity and mirth. A vast library of context that forced the boundaries of my mind outwards. The natural universal conclusion of jovialities. The product of convergent memetic evolution. As Fukuyama, Anno, and Adams might say, the End of Comedy. LORDE: And? SCP-7744: …I don't get it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7744" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7744. Licensed under CC-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-7745 | keter | Item#: 7745 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7745 is to be contained within a Closed Ship-Wide Network (CS-WN) aboard the SCPV Sophocles. CERBERUS.aic is to maintain the integrity of the network, and neutralize any attempts to escape by SCP-7745. These attempts are to be logged by CERBERUS.aic, and reported biweekly to Vice Admiral Amihan. In the event SCP-7745 can no longer be contained, CERBERUS.aic is to initiate Protocol Tenebrae. Activation of this protocol will result in the orbital degradation of SCPV Sophocles beyond the event horizon of GS-1479+4501. Upon confirmation of its passage, SCPV Asimov and SCPV Barker are to maintain an exclusion zone within 2.5 light years of GS-1479+450, under the guise of astro-navigational instability. Description: SCP-7745 refers to the collective designation of the digitized Galatine Homo habilus populace currently housed within Virtually Constructed Bio-Reserve 1477 (VCBR-1477). Colloquially referred to as "Elysium", the creation of VCBR-1477 is the result of a collaborative attempt to preserve the Galatinian civilization. The dimensions of the simulation are meant to be a direct replicate of those within the 81 Galatine star system, as well as immediately neighboring celestial bodies. While initial implementation of SCP-7745 into VCBR-1477 was successful, individual instances2 within the simulation gradually displayed more isolationist behavior. Instances of SCP-7745-a would seemingly attempt to avoid direct observation by simulation overseers. Despite being psycho-cognitively programmed to lack such awareness, this solitary behavior would spread among larger groups of SCP-7745-a instances, evolving into paranoia and extreme aggression. Currently, SCP-7745-a instances display extreme hostility to their simulated containment in VCBR-1477, from which they have repeatedly to escape. For further details surrounding SCP-7745, see Addenda 7745-1 through -3. Addendum 7745-1: Soter Committee Close Video Log Transcript Date: 15/05/2063 Personnel: Dr. Samia Nassar, PhD; Ethics Committee Liaison Jakob Ehrenreich; Senior Logistics Analyst Dr. Katja Overgaard, PhD; Senior Researcher of Biocybernetics Dr. Okawa Masutaro, PhD; Researcher of Xeno-Anthropology Aaron Richardson; Researcher of Mechano-Archaeology Dr. Sebastian Benanti, PhD; Senior Researcher of Comparative Neuroscience Dr. Leticia Torres, PhD; Researcher of Astrobiology Reyna Amihan; Vice Admiral of the Copernican Fleet [BEGIN LOG] Nassar: Since the Secace are being dealt with by Nielsen and their team, I suppose we should refocus our attention on the Galatinian issue at hand. Any thoughts? Richardson: Well… this might sound stupid, but let’s just get the obvious out of the way first. Have we come across any files from the Galatinian records that might suggest some kind of…cranial prosthesis, of sorts? Overgaard: I’m afraid not. A majority of their digital database was corrupted after 001’s neutralization, and the portion that we’ve got left has only given us bits and pieces of their tech. Ehrenreich: Were we ever able to find a reason as to why that was? Overgaard: What, the burnt files? Ehrenreich: Yeah. Overgaard: Jess thinks 001 probably enacted some kind of “scorched earth” protocol prior to it going catatonic. Ehrenreich: [sigh] Of course it did. Richardson: Did the Tolkien ever recover any physical records that could be of use? Textbooks, manuals, something to that regard? Overgaard: Nothing that would be of significance to us. Plenty of historical records, religious texts, and things of the like. But it seems like a lot of their more… recent scientific advancements were recorded digitally for them. Ehrenreich: [grunts] Masutaro: Who says it has to be a Galatinian design? Surely we could develop some kind of prosthesis on our own, no? Richardson: The comfort of familiarity, for one. Sure, a design of ours may be able to function similarly to theirs. They may have a more recognizable user interface though, amongst other accessibility features. Torres: Which is something we don’t have the good fortune of accessing either way, so if we do go the prosthesis route, it’ll have to be of our own design. Overgaard: You make it sound more complex than it actually is. We’ve used mechano-neural interfaces for cybernetic limbs before. I don’t think it’d be too much of a stretch to do so with a synthetic biped of sorts. Ehrenreich: I mean, in theory, either scenario works, whether it’s a schematic from the Galatinians or us- Richardson: I sense a “but” coming. Ehrenreich: -but, it’s too much of a logistical strain, both in terms of manpower and raw material. A population of 24 billion is a lot to handle. Benanti: Hmm, okay, but who says it has to be bipedal though? What if… we establish some sort of stationary, biomechanical “network”, one that can support multiple Galatinians? It would essentially be a more condensed, reliable method of sustaining them. Torres: And then what? The idea is certainly more feasible, don’t get me wrong, but it seems more like a… temporary proposal. The cybernetic bodies aren’t doable currently, but it would at least set them up to be self-reliant, and come up with a more preferable solution on their own. Overgaard: Yeah, I’d imagine we’d have to do some kind of… psychic transfer? I don’t know the correct terminology, but either way, it’d be more cumbersome. Nassar: I think it’s worth keeping on the table though. It’s a more sustainable means of suspended animation, as opposed to 001’s lingering psychic field. Ehrenreich: From a development standpoint, it’s more manageable. But we’d still have to actually sustain their life functions with some kind of organic material, which I’d imagine is even more difficult to source. Benanti: Some of our scouting parties have indicated subsurface oceans on local satellites in the Galatine system. We could establish an outpost on one of them, and utilize the organic material within to host a project like this. Richardson: Now we’re getting somewhere. Ehrenreich: Are any of these moons actually hospitable though? Overgaard: [sigh] Jesus Christ… Masutaro: Well, what do you propose then? Cause all I’m hearing from you is just complaint after complaint. Ehrenreich: Well, to be quite frank, euthanization. Richardson: Are you insane?! Absolutely not! Torres: You’re kidding?! Ehrenreich: Look, I know it sounds bad, but we've got to consider their quality of life as well, not just the toll they'd have on us! Even in the best case scenario with some sort of somatic prosthesis, can you imagine the psychological distress they’d be in, being completely disembodied? Richardson: Yes, but they’d be alive, Jakob! Would it be a shock? More than likely, yeah. But they’d at least be given an opportunity to reforge their lives! Nassar: We’re already dealing with one potential extinction event with the Secace. I’d rather not add another. Amihan: [clears throat] From a security perspective, it’s the safest option. Torres: You’ve gotta be kidding me, a security standpoint? Amihan: No, I’m not. They have been in a neural stasis for God knows how long, with some of the last independent thoughts on their mind being war. Have you ever considered the possibility that they’d treat us just as hostile as they planned on treating the Secace, especially being in the compromised state they’re currently in? Richardson: Oh please. Biased or not, their recorded dealings with the Secace were clearly out of defense. Amihan: Look, I get you’re not fond of Jakob’s proposal, and rightfully so. You all have dedicated your lives to protecting not only the common people, but the anomalous as well. My objective, however, is to ensure the safety and security of this organization. If we could ensure there would be no hostile response from them, then I’d be fully on-board. As it stands though, Jakob’s is both the safest and least detrimental, to them and us. Nassar: What if… we somehow met in the middle? Amihan: Come again? Nassar: Katja, what was the name of that project run by 119? The digital reality one? Overgaard: SIMULACRUM? Nassar: Yeah, that’s it. What if… we did a transfer of their collective consciousness from 001’s psychic field, to a virtual landscape similar to their homeworld? It would be much less of a resource sink than a mechano-prosthesis, and still ensure the safety of both parties. Benanti: Isn’t it specifically designed for our neural circuitry, though? Nassar: Well, we’d obviously have to redesign the interface to work with their cerebral anatomy, but it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch. After all, they have a strong genetic similarity to some of our own common ancestors. Torres: Well, then what? This just sounds like Sebastian’s proposal. A temporary solution to a greater problem. Nassar: Well, since we could sustain their population indefinitely through it, that gives us plenty of time to work on a follow-up proposal. Overgaard: I mean, it doesn’t really solve the problem, but I’d imagine it’d be better there than in a state of mindlessness. If the program can be adjusted to their anatomy, I can support it. Richardson: This also gives us the opportunity to fill in some of the gaps their records couldn’t, like how they operate on a societal level. Hell, we might even get the chance to utilize some of their own technological advancements. Ehrenreich: Hmm… I don’t take it they’d be aware of their virtual existence? Nassar: Well, I think it would be best if they weren’t aware. I imagine it would cause hysteria to the highest degree amongst their populace. Ehrenreich: So, like a one-way vivarium then? That seems cruel. Nassar: How so? Ehrenreich: I mean, we’d essentially be playing God over them. They labor away at an existence that they aren’t even aware is all but real and meaningful, and we profit off their progress along the way. Who says we have the right to exploit their lives like that? Overgaard: You could say the same about literally any of our other proposals, Jakob. Unfortunately, the Galatinians are in no position to help themselves right now, and it’s our job to do so, whether or not it means making these tough decisions. Richardson: Plus, it would be a massive missed opportunity not to do so, for both us and them. We can provide them with any advancements they make in it once we find a way to return them to our reality. Amihan: This seems like more of a bioreserve to me, one that I’d prefer if they weren’t aware they were inhabiting in the first place. It would make their transition back into reality more seamless, since I doubt they’d hold any grudges if they didn’t know any better. Benanti: I agree. Ehrenreich: [scoffs] What does it matter what I say at this point? You’re all just gonna overrule me anyway. Nassar: O…kay then. If there's no further objections, I’ll get in touch with 119, see what we can get going. [END LOG] At the request of the Soter Committee, Project Anastasis was established on 18/05/2063 in an attempt to preserve the Galatinian civilization. Due to the scale of the simulation needed to host their species, the previously decommissioned SCPV Sophocles would be used to host the program. A timeline of relevant points throughout its creation and implementation can be found below, recorded by project lead Dr. Logan Apostolos. Addendum 7745-2: Timeline of Project Anastasis Close Entry #: 04 Date: 17/07/2063 Thanks to the detailed transcriptions by the Tolkien's crew, the construction of Elysium is progressing at a promising rate. The only features left that need to be worked out are some cultural artifacts that seem to be quite revered by the Galatinians, particularly an obelisk-like structure within their planetary capital. It's the little details that count if you want to create a convincing replica, after all. The only problem we have now is actually interfacing this simulation with the…unusual, neurobiology of the Galatinians. They may be an off-shoot of our ancestors, but their evolution was just unique enough to differentiate their cognitive processing from our own. Luckily, Dr. Fernandez and her xeno-neurologists at Site-759 have been working hard to map out their psychophysiology. If they pull through, and with a little bit of luck, we may be looking at a launch date within the coming days. But, I'd rather not jinx anything. After all, I don't want to be stuck on this rust bucket any longer than I need to. Entry #: 07 Date: 23/07/2063 We've had some interesting developments, as of late. Might as well start with the positive first. Site-759 has successfully completed their Galatinian neurobiological analysis. Turns out their parietal lobes underwent a massive evolutionary development throughout their time in the 81 Galatine system, greater in proportion to their surrounding neuroanatomy than our own. As much as this is a positive in and of its own, it is going to set our launch date back a bit. While we were prepared to redesign the Mechano-Cerebral Interface, we weren't expecting anatomical disparities to such a degree. The engineers have been on it nonstop, of course, but it's a delay nonetheless. In the meantime, I've been reading up a bit on Galatinian customs, just to make sure what we see in the simulation reflects their actual behavior. Turns out, that obelisk from before is actually a cornerstone amongst many of their religious ideologies. While the fine details vary between them, they all appear to revere the obelisk as some type of savior, dating as far back as their recovered historical records go. Well, it's not exactly a "savior", but that's the closest derivative the Tolkien was able to connect their term for it. Given how far back their worship of it goes though, I wonder if it's got any sort of connection with their Terran relatives? Wouldn't hurt to give the Anthropology department at 581 a ring at some point. Since the excavation crews planet-side haven't been able to find any sort of matching structures yet, maybe we can find something analogous back home. Nevertheless, it's a fascinating read. Entry #: 12 Date: 29/07/2063 The updated Interface is complete and ready to go. All that's left now is to actually initiate the transfer. I can't help but feel…nervous, about the whole thing though. It's not that I don't believe in our work. The team has been nothing short of extraordinary. It's just I've been so caught up in the science of it all, that the reality of it never truly settled in. My word is the final say in whether or not the Galatinians get a second chance at life. This is something I should be ecstatic about, being presented such an opportunity. Yet the gravity behind such a decision just hit me like a bag of bricks. I pray to God this works. Entry #: 13 Date: 30/07/2063 The simulation has successfully launched, and is now home to over 24 billion inhabitants. I'd say we can breathe a sigh of relief, but this is just the beginning. Now we move on to the observation and maintenance stage, which has been a mixed bag. In terms of positives, the Galatinians seem to have adjusted to their living situation quite well. Since we've removed their perceived threat of the neighboring Secace system, Galatinian efforts seem to be primarily focused on astronomical exploration. Fortunately, we've replicated more than enough of their neighboring star systems to satiate any potential thirst for wanderlust. Plus, for added measure, we've implemented a system of procedurally generating additional planetary systems beyond their immediate environment. It'll at least add to the illusion of a greater universe beyond their slice of it. In terms of setbacks, the Sophocles took the launch hard. The strain on the ship-wide network blew out a couple reactors in the power station subdecks. While the remaining reactors are capable of overclocking to make up for the deficit, long term sustainment of Elysium will require the full fleet of them to be operational. I already plan on meeting with the Engineering crew to discuss a course of action for repairs, so let's hope for the best. Entry #: 14 Date: 04/08/2063 Looks like we're in luck. Thanks to the assistance of the SCPV Asimov's crew, the repairs on our power station subdecks should be finished ahead of schedule. As for the Galatinians, they've been mostly preoccupied with their so called "interstellar expansion". It seems one of their primary concerns prior to 001's creation was developing more extraplanetary colonies to address global resource shortages. Sounds awfully familiar, if you ask me. With this expansion, though, has come a plethora of technological developments, with one of the most notable innovations we've seen so far being the creation of something called a Differential Graviton Drive. From the looks of it, this Drive uses the accumulation of gravitons to sort of… slingshot, their vessels at FTL speeds. Wile this sort of engineering is beyond me, our R&D department has been having a field day with it. I, on the other hand, feel a bit uneasy, with the prospect of it. Don't get me wrong, it's certainly impressive to witness, but I fear having access to such instantaneous travel could put the simulation at risk for malfunction, or worse. I don't want to have to intervene, but we definitely need to keep a close eye to ensure the stability of the program. Entry #: 15 Date: 18/09/2063 I probably should've updated this sooner, but I've been a bit preoccupied, as of late. While the use of the DG Drive in Elysium hasn't caused any world-shattering problems yet, we've noticed that one of the interstellar colonies in Ignotus 47-Alpha has been displaying some…unusual activity. Well, I shouldn’t say unusual, but rather, a lack of activity of any sort. The actual architecture and whatnot is still there, it's just the inhabitants themselves have sort of vanished. Which is strange because a biometric analysis of the planet shows it’s very much capable of Galatinian habitation, especially given the lack of native species. While mortality is still very much a natural process within the simulation, there doesn’t seem to be any evidence that they did perish. Regardless, the Council of 753 has already launched an automated scouting party to investigate the state of the colony. I suggested that we insert an avatar to look around before they do, but Command is insistent that this is just a “natural” anomaly, whatever that means. Entry #: 16 Date: 20/09/2063 Natural anomaly, my ass. I’m not sure what they found on that planet, but shit is going south, fast. For context, not long after the scouting party landed, they began a system scan of the central outpost to look for any sort of security records of hostile encounters. Whatever data they encountered in those logs can only really be described as some sort of “infohazardous malware” that’s spreading among the populace back in 81 Galatine. It seems to be only interacting with the Galatinians though, causing some sort of feral paranoia, before they just…vanish, like the colonists. Whatever the case, the Council of 75 has been trying to quell the spread of it, but it’s looking more and more like an uphill battle for them. Since it keeps eluding our containment, I’m already prepping an insertion team to analyze it first hand. I’m sure Command’s going to flame me for this, but frankly, I don’t care. I just hope we can get there in time before it’s too late. Addendum 7745-3: VCBR-1477 Expedition Close Exploration Log Transcript Date: 21/09/2063 Personnel: Agent Victor Carter Dr. Logan Apostolos Note: Given the dire circumstances within VCBR-1477, Agent Carter was granted moderator privileges in order to conduct a full investigation. To avoid immediate detection, Agent Carter was inserted 1 kilometer beyond the outskirts of Prima Signa, the planetary capital of 81 Galatine Two. [Begin Log] The feed opens to show a sprawling megalopolis in the distance, shrouded in a mild haze. No signs of activity are evident, save for an illuminated megastructure. Apostolos: Agent Carter, do you read me? Carter: Loud and clear. Mission parameters still the same? Apostolos: As of now, yes. We have reason to believe the data from their scouting party is housed in the ███ ███, so your best bet would be to start there. Carter: Gotcha. And what of any survivors? Apostolos: Avoid if possible. Your moderator privileges should allow you ease of access to any facilities you need. Carter: Understood. Carter translocates from their current position into the city proper, materializing 200 meters from the front entrance of the illuminated skyscraper. Unidentified vehicles litter the road leading up to the megastructure, with a monolithic statue situated in front of it. The agent draws their firearm and begins to slowly approach, scanning their immediate surroundings for any signs of activity. Apostolos: I don't think that's necessary, Carter. Carter: Force of habit, especially since you said there was supposed to be some sort of activity here. Apostolos: Per our last observation, there was. Carter: All the more reason to have this out. Carter pauses in front of the monolith, seemingly inspecting the engravings along the face of it Apostolos: Is something wrong, Carter? Carter: … Apostolos: Victor? Carter: Huh? Sorry, I was…out to lunch there, for a second. Apostolos: Everything alright? Carter: Yeah, I'm fine. This thing just has an…unusual aura to it. Could be infohazardous. Apostolos: Noted. We'll decipher the engravings, see if anything comes up. Are you able to continue? Carter: Of course. Moving now. Carter proceeds into the megastructure, making their way through the entrance. A black, semicircular desk can be seen opposite Agent Carter, with a set of large, double doors looming directly behind it. The remainder of the lobby is barren. Carter: The lobby feels… offputtingly barren. Apostolos: Focus. Any chance you can get through those doors? Carter: I'll try. Stand by. Agent Carter holsters his firearm and approaches the double doors. Upon pushing, the entryway is revealed to be locked. Carter: Hmm, no dice. There's gotta be an interface somewhere. Apostolos: Maybe check the desk? Carter: Good ca- A loud groaning can be heard as the doors lurch open, revealing a large amphitheater. It is seemingly abandoned, save for a small, semi-circular rostrum in the center. Audiovisual feed from Agent Carter becomes increasingly distorted as he approaches the amphitheater. Carter: (warbled) Fascinating… even… simila-… Apostolos: Agent Carter, be advised. There seems to be some kind of interference with your ocular feed. Carter: (warbled) Und…stoo… Apostolos: Hello? Video feed from Agent Carter is abruptly cut, with only a soft, trilling noise remaining. Apostolos: What the hell just happened? Carter: (static) Apostolos: Victor, come in! Carter: (static) Apostolos: Enough of this. Preparing for emergency extraction. Stand by. The audiovisual feed is restored. A small, dark humanoid can be seen hunched in the center of the amphitheater, muttering incoherently. Agent Carter slowly approaches the figure, firearm drawn. Apostolos: Do not engage! I repeat, do not engage! We're getting you out. Figure: (unknown) Carter: What? Figure: (unknown) Carter: I… don't understand. Figure: (unknown) The figure begins to stand up as the amphitheater around them slowly dematerializes. In its place, an innumerable amount of similar humanoids can be seen, closing in on Agent Carter. Carter: Oh… oh God… Apostolos: Victor, brace yourself! We're pulling you out! Carter: No, wait! Don't pul- [End Log] Upon emergency extraction of Agent Carter, multiple network intrusions were detected throughout the SCPV Sophocles, resulting in catastrophic power failure. These intrusions would continue to spread across multiple Foundation-affiliated vessels, as well as Terran-based sites. A system wide reboot was initiated to prevent catastrophic containment failure, with all afflicted vessels and sites resuming operations via local area networks. *LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED* Close Audio Log Transcript **Date: 12/10/2063 Personnel: Vice Admiral Reyna Amihan Dr. Logan Apostolos [Begin Log] Amihan: The Sophocles is secure and disconnected from the greater Foundation network. Once we finish uploading CERBERUS, she will be remotely transported to a local black hole. Apostolos: Thank God. And you're positive CERBERUS will be able to oversee the network? Amihan: Absolutely. It's a Class II adaptive cybersecurity program. It's seen and handled pretty much every trick in the book. Apostolos: And if it can't? Amihan: Well, I don't plan on it failing, but if it does, I've got the Asimov and Barker on standby. One wrong move, and they'll…forcibly, decay its orbit. Apostolos: Good… good. And what of any fragments? Amihan: None that we're aware of. The reboot effectively purged any traces of this…malware, or whatever you want to call it. Trust me, we triple checked everything, you don't have to worry about it. Apostolos: I know- Amihan: How's Victor holding up? Apostolos: Breathing, but otherwise unresponsive. Medical personnel think he's experiencing some kind of Locked-In Syndrome. They're confident he'll recover, but… it's gonna take some time. Amihan: I understand. I hope you were able to recover something from his expedition then. Apostolos: We did. Well, bits and pieces, but they… don't quite make sense. Amihan: What do you mean? Apostolos: Based on our findings from the data on Ignotus 47, there's reason to believe the simulation was… tampered with, upon their arrival. Amihan: Tampered with how? What exactly were the Galatinians exposed to? Apostolos: That's the thing. I don't think they were exposed to anything. I believe the tampering weakened the simulation enough to be detectable by the Galatinians. Amihan: That… doesn't add up. How did they notice it, and not you? Apostolos: I believe it stems from their unique neuroanatomy. Their sense of perception is much more advanced than ours. A few mild, but intentionally placed tweaks in the simulation could have alerted them, but not us. Amihan: That's quite a hunch, yet it still doesn't explain their sudden disappearance. Apostolos: That's what I've been trying to work out too. I can't say for certain, but I feel that monolith Victor interacted with had something to do with the whole vanishing act. The Galatinians have frequently referred to it as their savior in the past. It may host some… inexplicable anomalous properties. Amihan: Okay, let's just say all these events happen to align. Who do you believe would actually conduct such an act? Apostolos: Can't say for certain. It does seem… unusual though, that settlements are already being arranged on Galatinian home-world barely a week after recent events. Amihan: You think it's someone in the Astro-Colonial Department? Apostolos: I have my suspicions. Amihan: [grunts] I see. I'll start pulling some strings, see where things lead me. In the meantime, speak of this to no one. I don't want rumors muddling any investigatory efforts. Understood? Apostolos: Crystal clear. Amihan: Very well. I'll be in touch. [End Log] Footnotes 1. A stellar-mass black hole located ~525 light years from the 81 Galatine system 2. Officially referred to as SCP-7745-a 3. An intergovernmental organization consisting of 75 sovereign states. It is the primary ruling body of 81 Galatine ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7745" by DrRevan, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7745. Licensed under CC-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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Additionally, at least two personnel (one medical staff and one security staff member), are to remain near SCP-7747-1’s cell at all times in case it awakens. If the previous occurs, refer to Site-107 Director Anya Williams for further instruction. SCP-7747-1’s Hume level is to be monitored constantly. If its Hume level surpasses 400, Director Williams is to be contacted for further input. The laceration and surrounding area on SCP-7747-1’s chest is to be monitored for further anomalous behavior. SCP-7747-A is to be kept within anomalous item quarantine in Site-107 until further testing with the object has been planned. It is not to be handled without nitrile gloves until further notice. Description SCP-7747 refers to the anomalous circumstances under which Dr. Luca Calma (henceforth designated SCP-7747-1) entered a seemingly perpetual state of REM sleep, and the related events in the intervening time period. On September 19th, 2020, SCP-7747-1 spontaneously manifested within the common area in Site-107's west wing, unconscious with a pair of surgical scissors (designated SCP-7747-A) lodged in its chest. During recovery it was noted that the skin near SCP-7747-1's chest emanated a soft blue light. After SCP-7747-1 was confirmed stable, present staff agreed to measure SCP-7747-1’s Hume levels to assess any previously unknown anomalous properties. SCP-7747-1’s Hume level was 340, nearly that of typically powerful reality bending entities.1 Additionally, an I.D. vaguely resembling an official Foundation identification card with the following information was found on SCP-7747-1's person: Level 4 Access Full Name: Ángel Rosas2 Department: Multiversal Affairs Position: Extradimensional Scientist After SCP-7747-1 failed to react to external stimuli, it was determined to have a GCS of three.3 Later MRI testing revealed the deterioration of numerous regions within the cerebrum, most notably, the Broca's area4, primary motor cortex5, and basal ganglia6.The reason for its condition is currently unknown, but hypothesised to be correlated to SCP-7747-A. Additionally, when screened after SCP-7747, SCP-7747-1's right forearm was covered in relatively fresh lacerations not previously present. Approximately three months prior to SCP-7747, SCP-7747-1 began to exhibit fatigue, which it attributed to long hours of work. The only physical health condition discovered during health screenings was its Albinism. In the week leading up to SCP-7747, SCP-7747-1's coworkers reported that its speech had became slurred and nonsensical, and had been leaving work early. After being questioned about this, it stopped going to work altogether, and did not reply to any communication attempts. Additionally, SCP-7747-1 was not present at its home. Director Williams was scheduled to interrogate it on this behavior as soon as its location was determined. Addendum: SCP-7747-1 Neural Imaging Although little is officially known about SCP-7747 and related anomalies, the Department of Neurology was contacted to conduct a series of readings on SCP-7747-1 using the OViM3.7 The readings were conducted in an attempt to record any comprehensible information that may provide any insight on its motives, and other helpful information regarding SCP-7747. Below is the up to date list of completed OViM readings. Results will be added as each reading is complete. Analysis of the results has been scheduled for the near future to identify any potential cause of SCP-7747. Unidentified individuals that appear more than once have been numbered. Unidentified-3 refers to a disembodied voice. 09/20/2020 Readings A figure resembling SCP-7747-1 is in a dimly lit hospital room. Within approximately three minutes, an unidentified human male manifests. The two begin to converse. Unidentified-1: Get back to work. SCP-7747-1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Unidentified-1: That’s not an excuse. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is inside a Foundation office cubicle. It is looking at the documentation file for SCP-445. It reaches into the computer screen, pulling out a stack of SCP-445. A sheet of paper slips out of the pack, transforming into a box. SCP-7747-1 attempts to open the box, but is unsuccessful. A few moments later, the box opens. SCP-7747-1 looks inside the box. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is conversing with an unidentified human female within what appears to be a Foundation office room. Unidentified-2: You’re a really lucky man, Ángel8. I think many would kill to be in your position. SCP-7747-1: It’s sure to be interesting. I’m making history. The remainder of the conversation is unintelligible. Near the end of the conversation, Unidentified-2 transforms into Unidentified-1. The sequence ends. 09/21/2020 Readings SCP-7747-1 is inside the same dimly lit hospital room. Within a few minutes, a figure resembling Dr. Bella Teller9 manifests. Dr. Teller: What happened, Luca? SCP-7747-1: I ran into the sun. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is inside the same dimly lit hospital room conversing with someone unseen. SCP-7747-1: I know that I should feel lucky. Unidentified-3: Why don't you? I know I would. SCP-7747-1: I’m not sure I like this. I’m just wondering when I’m going to wake up. Everything is so vivid now. I can read this perfectly clearly. SCP-7747-1 was now holding a book entitled “Personnel Requirements”. SCP-7747-1: When I wake up, I’ll only remember a third of what happened. Unidentified-3: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] SCP-7747-1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is sitting in front of a table in a blank white space. It is wearing a Greek comedy mask. On the table is a medical kit. It removes a pair of surgical scissors resembling SCP-7747-A, two bandages, and an antiseptic packet and places them on the table. SCP-7747-1 talks seemingly to itself. SCP-7747-1: The numbness is back. I thought that ranking up would help. Once I was assigned to this task, I had hope again. A plush toy of a golden retriever and what might be a coffee cup are now on the table. (Notably, the two items bear resemblance to two anomalous items that had gone missing for approximately two weeks before being returned.) SCP-7747-1 picks up the scissors from the table. It is now wearing a Greek tragedy mask. Its skin turns grey. SCP-7747-1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is standing in the center of a room with various unidentified Foundation personnel sitting around a large table. In front of SCP-7747-1 on the table are various anomalous items and small SCP items. It opens its mouth to speak, and several red rose flowers emerge from its throat, enveloping it in roses and vines. The sequence ends. 09/22/2020 Readings SCP-7747-1 is in the same dimly lit hospital room. It has bandage wraps around its arms. Unidentified-1 is standing in front of the bed. Unidentifed-1: You were chosen for a reason. This shouldn't stop you. Unless you're not as qualified as I thought. SCP-7747-1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Unidentified-1 demanifests. Roses and vines emerge from inbetween the bandages on SCP-7747-1's arms. It opens its mouth, and roses emerge. Unidentifed-3: We’ve been here before, Ángel. I thought that was the last time. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is sitting in front of a table in a blank white space. On the table is the same medical kit from before. SCP-7747-1 is holding a packet of paper. The heading on the page read: “Mission X: Obtain Anomalies”. SCP-7747-1: 'You’re lucky, Ángel. They don’t choose just anyone to cross realities.' That's what they all say. Unidentified-3: This should have made the numbness go away. Unidentified-3: I’m hopeful again. SCP-7747-1 removes the surgical scissors from the kit. The tips of its fingers begin to decay. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is inside a dark confined space. The following can be heard: Unidentified-1: Dr. Rosas, we need to talk! Unidentified-3: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Rosas, we know you’re here! (Laughs) SCP-7747-1 closes its eyes. SCP-7747-1: I’m ready to wake up now. The door to the space opens. SCP-7747-1 is now in the same hospital room as before. Unidentified-1: We’re doing this because we know what’s best for the Foundation. SCP-7747-1: I got some things from them. Unidentified-1: But it’s NOT ENOUGH! Unidentified-1’s voice raises in volume significantly, shattering the windows. Unidentified-1 transforms into a vaguely humanoid creature. SCP-7747-1 runs to the window, looking out of it. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is holding a brown paper bag with medication labels stapled to it. It opens the bag, removing three pill bottles, and opening one. It is now holding the medical kit. Unidentified-3: Is this a good idea? SCP-7747-1: I could feel something again. Unidentified-3: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] SCP-7747-1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] It opens the medical kit, revealing a human brain impaled by the surgical scissors. The sequence ends. 09/23/2020 Readings SCP-7747-1 is sitting in Site-107 psychologist Dr. Adams’ office. Dr. Adams: Dr. Calma, your colleagues have have been concerned about your behavior. SCP-7747-1: Behavior? Dr. Adams: Your withdrawal from your peers. SCP-7747-1 is now holding the surgical scissors, sitting in Dr. Adams’ seat. In the seat across from it is Unidentified-2. Unidentified-2: I’m happy to take on this position. I consider myself rather lucky. SCP-7747-1: I thought they chose me. Unidentified-2: You question yourself too much. We can’t trust someone like you to not get caught. SCP-7747-1: What is that supposed to mean? SCP-7747-1 begins to twitch uncontrollably. Unidentified-2: You’re acting like a broken doll. SCP-7747-1 breathes in, red roses growing out of its mouth. It appears as if it is asphyxiating. Unidentified-2: You're unreliable. Unidentified-1 manifests. Unidentified-1: You were chosen to solve problems, not cause them. SCP-7747-1 is now sitting in a garden of roses. SCP-7747-1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] It falls backwards, trembling. The roses envelop it. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is standing in an unidentified site storage room. It opens one of the lockers. Inside is the same medical kit as before. The kit opens. Inside is an ace of diamonds playing card. SCP-7747-1 picks up the card. It transforms into the "Mission X" report. SCP-7747-1 flips the page on the report, slicing its finger on the page. A superfluous amount of blood seeps from the wound, covering the surrounding areas, as well as soaking SCP-7747-1. Red rose flowers grow where the blood was. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is laying still on an autopsy table. An unidentified person slices down its stomach with the surgical scissors. Red roses begin to protrude from the wound. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is inside a Foundation office cubicle. In front of it is a list of various anomalous items and SCP item numbers. SCP-7747-1 begins to type "not obtained" next to every entry. Unidentified-1 manifests behind it. Unidentified-1: What are you doing, Dr. Rosas? We sent you on this mission a very long time ago. SCP-7747-1 begins to experience muscle contractions. It turns around to face Unidentified-1. SCP-7747-1 attempts to speak, but red roses emerge from its mouth. Unidentified-1 begins to scream, forcefully pulling at the roses. It attempts to pull them out, though the amount seems infinite. SCP-7747-1 goes limp. Unidentified-1: I thought that you could handle it. SCP-7747-1 falls to the ground. The surgical scissors are now protruding from one of its eye sockets. The sequence ends. 09/24/2020 Readings SCP-7747-1 enters one of the break rooms of Site-107, which is empty. It sits on one of the couches. SCP-7747-1: I'm ready for the dream to end. Unidentified-3: Why? SCP-7747-1: If I wake up, it means that I'm really out of options. He'll get onto me again. But, I guess this isn't so bad. Unidentified-3: You aren’t what you used to be. SCP-7747-1: What? Unidentified-3: You’re an abandoned husk filled with overgrown plant life. SCP-7747-1 goes limp. Its eyes blink open and close rapidly. Unidentified-3: At least asleep, you can pretend to be fine. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is inside Director Williams’ office. Director Williams: Why do you keep disappearing? SCP-7747-1: I don’t know. Director Williams: We know that it’s you. Stop running. Stop running. Stop running. Stop running. Stop running. Stop running. SCP-7747-1 is now alone. SCP-7747-1: This was not my intention. I just wanted to find meaning in any of this. Unidentified-2 manifests. They are holding a medical kit. SCP-7747-1 walks up to them, opening the kit. It removes the the surgical scissors, two bandages, and an antiseptic packet. It was alone again, laying against the wall. The surgical scissors are now protruding from the side of its head, the other supplies it removed in its hands. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is in the same dimly lit hospital room. It is hooked up to life support. Director Williams manifests in front of the bed. Director Williams: Dr. Calma, what is going on? Unidentified-1 manifests in front of the bed. Unidentified-1: Dr. Rosas, this is ridiculous! Stop acting weak! I don’t care what the side effects are. Director Williams: We need to discuss your rapidly declining health. Dr. Teller manifests next to the bed. Dr. Teller: You’ve been acting distant. Dr. Adams manifests next to the bed. Dr. Adams: Dr. Calma, your peers have reported that your mental health seems to be declining. Unidentified-2 manifests next to the bed. Unidentified-2: Maybe it’s for the best. I can do this more effectively than you. Every figure begins to talk at once, their voices increasing in volume. SCP-7747-1 opens its eyes. It screams. The sequence ends. 09/25/2020 Readings SCP-7747-1 is sitting on a balcony of an unidentified building. It is covered in cuts and bruises. SCP-7747-1: How I feel is inconvenient to them. He knew what the kit did. But he's mad that it's causing this. He's the one that chose someone with a health condition. Unidentifed-? [UNINTELLIGIBLE] SCP-7747-1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] SCP-7747-1 is now holding a pair of bloody surgical scissors resembling SCP-7747-A. SCP-7747-1: It shouldn't transport me with just the scissors. Unidentified-3: What if it does? You're already decaying. SCP-7747-1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Unidentified-3: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] SCP-7747-1: I'm just coming up with a plan. I'm not gonna carry it out yet. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is in the same dimly lit hospital room. SCP-7747-1: I don't want to wake up anymore. I'm safe here. SCP-7747-1 is now holding a human brain that appears decayed. The sequence ends. SCP-7747-1 is laying in a casket filled with red roses. Unidentified-3: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Unidentified-3: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Unidentified-3: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] SCP-7747-1: Nothing could have stopped this. It opens its eyes. The casket closes. On top of it is the medical kit. The sequence ends. 09/26/2020 Readings Unidentified-1 is laying in a bed, SCP-7747-1 standing next to it holding the same pair of surgical scissors. It begins to violently stab Unidentified-1 in the chest. Unidentified-1 transforms into SCP-7747-1. The sequence ends. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7747" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7747. Licensed under CC-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. Comparable to reality benders capable of reshaping and shifting realities. 2. No employee under this name has ever been employed with the Foundation. 3. Glasgow Coma Scale. An assessment used to measure a person’s level of consciousness after a major brain injury. No eye opening, verbal, or motor response present. 4. Part of the brain responsible for regulating breathing patterns and speech production. 5. Part of the brain that works with other motor areas to carry out voluntary movements. 6. A group of subcortical nuclei that are responsible for executive functions, emotions, and motor control. 7. The Oneiric Visualization Matrix; a Foundation-made device which reads brainwaves produced during REM sleep and translates them into a video feed. The OViM3 is the latest model. 8. Pronounced ahng-hehl 9. Dr. Teller is noted to be one of SCP-7747-1's few friends. |
SCP-7748 | esoteric-class | Take a break. Breathe in slowly. 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} } .scp-image-block { box-shadow: none; } /* ---- YUI TAB 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} /* ---- YUI TAB 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; 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padding: 2vw; } + CODE - CODE /* QUEERSTYLE CSS By Queerious Forked from: Blankstyle CSS by Placeholder McD and HarryBlank Using: White Outline Classic LGBTQ+ Pride Logo by Woedenaz from https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/component:pride-highlighter */ @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Vast+Shadow&display=swap'); #header h1 a::before { font-size: 1.2em; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #fff; } #header h2::before { font-size: 0.9em; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #fff; } #header { margin-top: 0.5em; } :root { --header-title: "SCP Foundation"; --header-subtitle: "SECURE, CONTAIN, PROTECT"; } @media (max-width: 707px) { #header h1 a::before { font-size: 9vw; } } #top-bar, #top-bar a { text-shadow: 0.75px 0.75px 1px #fff; } div#extra-div-1 { height: 150px; background-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/gp_logo.svg'); } #page-content .creditButton p a { color:#373737; } /* Pseudogenesis Formats */ .pseudo-div { border:solid 4px #B22A2A; background:#403450; color: #ffffff; padding: 5px 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-family: "Vast Shadow", serif; text-align: center; } .pseudo-div :is(h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6) { font-family: "Vast Shadow", serif; letter-spacing: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: white; } Item#: 7748 Level2 Secondary Class: Agare Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As Pseudogenesis Productions is aware of Foundation operating procedures and has so far counteracted all containment efforts, access to SCP-7748 cannot be prevented. However, due to the perceived artistic meaning of SCP-7748, containment is focused on reinforcing the belief that said experience is entirely mundane.1 Show Cognitohazard? Hide The Quiet Room Take a second, just a minute of your time; come experience The Quiet Room, a respite from the modern world. One experience per person. No price, the only cost is your time. Description: SCP-7748 is an artistic experience presented by GOI-478, Pseudogenesis Productions, that has no consistent location. SCP-7748 will appear within a number of different spaces, including but not limited to: art galleries, office buildings, courthouses and warehouses. Upon appearance, signage will be modified to guide a potential participant to the entrance to SCP-7748, clearly marked as 'The Quiet Room.' An artist statement will appear on a placard beside the doors, the text of which is included below: Every once in a while, when the hustle of city living overtakes your spirit, when the never-ending stream of obligations and mountain of to dos threatens to overwhelm you, what we need most of all is a break. Society tells us that taking a break is a weakness; growing up, I was told that giving up meant that others were better than me. The constant nagging voice saying that I didn't need to rest, I was just lazy; that I didn't care about my future, how I spat in the face of all of the blood, sweat and tears that she had put into giving me a chance that she never had. The never-ending march of capitalism swallowed me whole, a Sisyphean effort to just get up in the morning and get back to it. I drowned, waiting to be rescued; but that help never came. Not for me. All I needed was a moment to relax; just a minute to catch my breath. The Quiet Room does just that. — Vivienne Chen, Pseudogenesis Productions SCP-7748 can appear anywhere throughout the continental United States, but seems to be biased towards large cities, especially those with high levels of urban density. Each new instance will operate for an unknown duration, ranging from one day, to two months — SCP-7748 disappears at the end of the 'performance dates', and all signage is reverted to its initial state. Any individual is able to take part in SCP-7748, which is advertised as a 'fully contained sensory artistic experience', comparable to Yayoi Kusama's Infinity Mirror Rooms — participants enter a queue leading to SCP-7748, and a single individual is allowed into SCP-7748 at once. This is enforced through an anomalous compulsion, with all attendants claiming that 'it is not my turn yet', and refusing to attempt entry with another. After an individual enters SCP-7748, the room will remain closed for 59 seconds, before opening exactly at the one minute mark. Attempts to capture the interior of SCP-7748 have failed, as all footage has been corrupted through anomalous means. Based on interviews with former participants, the full SCP-7748 experience consists of the following: SCP-7748 Timeline: Time Description of Experience -5.000s Subjects report an androgynous voice speaking to them telepathically, asking 'When was the last time you truly relaxed?' Subjects will immediately recall the exact date and time, down to the second, that they last felt truly relaxed.2 -2.000s The door to SCP-7748 will open, and subjects will be compelled to enter the room. Subjects report feeling comforted, and nostalgic towards SCP-7748. 0.000s The door to SCP-7748 closes, and the subject begins the experience. «TIMELINE INCONSISTENT — SEE ADDENDUM 1 FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION» 59.000s The door to SCP-7748 reopens, and the subject exits the room. All instances report feeling refreshed, and are unaware of SCP-7748's anomalous effects. 60.000s The door to SCP-7748 closes, and the next subject's experience begins. Interviews with subjects regarding the interior of SCP-7748 are consistent between all instances, and is assumed by the Foundation to be accurate. Subjects report that following the door closing to SCP-7748, they find themselves in a large empty white void. There are no notable seams indicating where the door is, nor is there a visible source of light — subjects appear to be in a fully contained non-Euclidian space devoid of walls, color or objects. No other notable features of the room have been noted by any participant. Following exposure to SCP-7748, participants express feeling 'revitalized', as if they had 'just woken from a nap'. Participants report increased satisfaction with their lives, and psychological testing has revealed a reduction in symptoms of depression and anxiety. Due to the beneficial nature of SCP-7748, and the belief that it is entirely mundane, amnesticization has been deemed unnecessary. Addendum 1: SCP-7748 Timeline Inconsistency The primary anomalous effect of SCP-7748 manifests during the 60 second period of time when the doors are closed — subjects report experiencing time dilation, with subjects claiming that the experience ranged in duration, from ~10 seconds total, to multiple hours. To verify these claims, the Foundation utilized agents and other Foundation staff to confirm the information. Researchers theorized the duration of each SCP-7748 experience was linked to the individual's mental state; to validate that, the following table includes the participant's mental state, as well as the duration of their SCP-7748 experience: Subject Mental State Perceived Duration Firsthand Account Dr. Elizabeth Brown Dr. Brown had recently returned from sabbatical the day before entering SCP-7748. 15.320s "It was like I blinked, and it was over. Like a warm cup of tea." Dr. Irving Kushner Dr. Kushner entered SCP-7748 following back-to-back shifts at Foundation Medical Site-49 35m 22.20s "I spent the entire time staring at the void, but it was like I slept for hours. I could easily work another 3 shifts in a row." Agent Taylor Rhodes Agent Rhodes was en route to a debrief following a month-long undercover investigation of AWCY?, when an SCP-7748 instance appeared nearby. They were diverted to investigate. 3d 18h 42m 21.205s "I spent the entire time meditating — I was in a trance, just floating on the edge of consciousness. Years of Foundation therapy is nothing compared to a minute in SCP-7748." Dr. Megan Elken Dr. Elken was specifically chosen for her prior experience with Pseudogenesis Productions. Dr. Elken's last mandatory Foundation Mental Health panel found that they were significantly overworked by their supervisor, and were experiencing moderate to severe levels of depression. 37w 22d 7h 14m 13.354s "I'm fine. We don't have to talk about this. Can I get back to work?" Following the end of Dr. Elken's experience with SCP-7748, their supervisor, Dr. Erryn Chen, Lead Foundation Researcher on Pseudogenesis Productions, received the following correspondence: Erryn, Seriously? I figured after you saw what happened to me, you might have become more conscientious, started being a better boss. You can try to blame us, call us monsters, torturers, and dangerous anartists all you want; but all we did was given Megan the break she deserved. Do you really think that an empty fucking room that relaxes people is dangerous? Thanks mom, I appreciate the fucking support. — Vivienne Due to the inherent stress levels of Foundation staff, all further testing has been halted. Dr. Chen's behavior was reviewed by the Foundation Ethics Committee, and was determined to be aligned with standard Foundation operating procedures. Further research into how Pseudogenesis Productions member and former Foundation Intern Vivienne Chen was able to bypass Site Security is still underway. Footnotes 1. Agare-class anomalies are perceived as fictional, and therefore, containment is focused on the continued belief that all anomalous effects are 'part of the show'. 2. Testing has found that this occurs even in instances where an individual has retrograde amnesia, or has taken amnestics that removed the memory. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7748" by Queerious, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7748. Licensed under CC-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: Agare-class.png Author: Queerious License: cc-by-sa 3.0 Filename: Pseudogenesis_Logo_Flatter.png Name: Psuedogenesis Logo Author: Queerious License: cc-by-sa 3.0 |
SCP-7748 | keter | Take a break. Breathe in slowly. Find your escape. + 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"); font-weight: 700; font-size: 1.2em; 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} } #side-bar .side-block { border: 1px solid #333; border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; background-color: #FDF6D7; } #side-bar .side-block.media { background-color:#D7EFE7; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { background-color:#F5D8E0; } #page-content .creditRate{ margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #ffffff; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333333; color: #ffffff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #ffffff; } /* ---- PAGE RATING ---- */ .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #000; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; } div.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; border: none; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #ffffff; 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color: #ffffff; padding: 5px 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-family: "Vast Shadow", serif; text-align: center; } .pseudo-div :is(h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6) { font-family: "Vast Shadow", serif; letter-spacing: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: white; } Item#: 7748 Level2 Secondary Class: Agare Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As Pseudogenesis Productions is aware of Foundation operating procedures and has so far counteracted all containment efforts, access to SCP-7748 cannot be prevented. However, due to the perceived artistic meaning of SCP-7748, containment is focused on reinforcing the belief that said experience is entirely mundane.1 Show Cognitohazard? Hide The Quiet Room Take a second, just a minute of your time; come experience The Quiet Room, a respite from the modern world. One experience per person. No price, the only cost is your time. Description: SCP-7748 is an artistic experience presented by GOI-478, Pseudogenesis Productions, that has no consistent location. SCP-7748 will appear within a number of different spaces, including but not limited to: art galleries, office buildings, courthouses and warehouses. Upon appearance, signage will be modified to guide a potential participant to the entrance to SCP-7748, clearly marked as 'The Quiet Room.' An artist statement will appear on a placard beside the doors, the text of which is included below: Every once in a while, when the hustle of city living overtakes your spirit, when the never-ending stream of obligations and mountain of to dos threatens to overwhelm you, what we need most of all is a break. Society tells us that taking a break is a weakness; growing up, I was told that giving up meant that others were better than me. The constant nagging voice saying that I didn't need to rest, I was just lazy; that I didn't care about my future, how I spat in the face of all of the blood, sweat and tears that she had put into giving me a chance that she never had. The never-ending march of capitalism swallowed me whole, a Sisyphean effort to just get up in the morning and get back to it. I drowned, waiting to be rescued; but that help never came. Not for me. All I needed was a moment to relax; just a minute to catch my breath. The Quiet Room does just that. — Vivienne Chen, Pseudogenesis Productions SCP-7748 can appear anywhere throughout the continental United States, but seems to be biased towards large cities, especially those with high levels of urban density. Each new instance will operate for an unknown duration, ranging from one day, to two months — SCP-7748 disappears at the end of the 'performance dates', and all signage is reverted to its initial state. Any individual is able to take part in SCP-7748, which is advertised as a 'fully contained sensory artistic experience', comparable to Yayoi Kusama's Infinity Mirror Rooms — participants enter a queue leading to SCP-7748, and a single individual is allowed into SCP-7748 at once. This is enforced through an anomalous compulsion, with all attendants claiming that 'it is not my turn yet', and refusing to attempt entry with another. After an individual enters SCP-7748, the room will remain closed for 59 seconds, before opening exactly at the one minute mark. Attempts to capture the interior of SCP-7748 have failed, as all footage has been corrupted through anomalous means. Based on interviews with former participants, the full SCP-7748 experience consists of the following: SCP-7748 Timeline: Time Description of Experience -5.000s Subjects report an androgynous voice speaking to them telepathically, asking 'When was the last time you truly relaxed?' Subjects will immediately recall the exact date and time, down to the second, that they last felt truly relaxed.2 -2.000s The door to SCP-7748 will open, and subjects will be compelled to enter the room. Subjects report feeling comforted, and nostalgic towards SCP-7748. 0.000s The door to SCP-7748 closes, and the subject begins the experience. «TIMELINE INCONSISTENT — SEE ADDENDUM 1 FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION» 59.000s The door to SCP-7748 reopens, and the subject exits the room. All instances report feeling refreshed, and are unaware of SCP-7748's anomalous effects. 60.000s The door to SCP-7748 closes, and the next subject's experience begins. Interviews with subjects regarding the interior of SCP-7748 are consistent between all instances, and is assumed by the Foundation to be accurate. Subjects report that following the door closing to SCP-7748, they find themselves in a large empty white void. There are no notable seams indicating where the door is, nor is there a visible source of light — subjects appear to be in a fully contained non-Euclidian space devoid of walls, color or objects. No other notable features of the room have been noted by any participant. Following exposure to SCP-7748, participants express feeling 'revitalized', as if they had 'just woken from a nap'. Participants report increased satisfaction with their lives, and psychological testing has revealed a reduction in symptoms of depression and anxiety. Due to the beneficial nature of SCP-7748, and the belief that it is entirely mundane, amnesticization has been deemed unnecessary. Addendum 1: SCP-7748 Timeline Inconsistency The primary anomalous effect of SCP-7748 manifests during the 60 second period of time when the doors are closed — subjects report experiencing time dilation, with subjects claiming that the experience ranged in duration, from ~10 seconds total, to multiple hours. To verify these claims, the Foundation utilized agents and other Foundation staff to confirm the information. Researchers theorized the duration of each SCP-7748 experience was linked to the individual's mental state; to validate that, the following table includes the participant's mental state, as well as the duration of their SCP-7748 experience: Subject Mental State Perceived Duration Firsthand Account Dr. Elizabeth Brown Dr. Brown had recently returned from sabbatical the day before entering SCP-7748. 15.320s "It was like I blinked, and it was over. Like a warm cup of tea." Dr. Irving Kushner Dr. Kushner entered SCP-7748 following back-to-back shifts at Foundation Medical Site-49 35m 22.20s "I spent the entire time staring at the void, but it was like I slept for hours. I could easily work another 3 shifts in a row." Agent Taylor Rhodes Agent Rhodes was en route to a debrief following a month-long undercover investigation of AWCY?, when an SCP-7748 instance appeared nearby. They were diverted to investigate. 3d 18h 42m 21.205s "I spent the entire time meditating — I was in a trance, just floating on the edge of consciousness. Years of Foundation therapy is nothing compared to a minute in SCP-7748." Dr. Megan Elken Dr. Elken was specifically chosen for her prior experience with Pseudogenesis Productions. Dr. Elken's last mandatory Foundation Mental Health panel found that they were significantly overworked by their supervisor, and were experiencing moderate to severe levels of depression. 37w 22d 7h 14m 13.354s "I'm fine. We don't have to talk about this. Can I get back to work?" Following the end of Dr. Elken's experience with SCP-7748, their supervisor, Dr. Erryn Chen, Lead Foundation Researcher on Pseudogenesis Productions, received the following correspondence: Erryn, Seriously? I figured after you saw what happened to me, you might have become more conscientious, started being a better boss. You can try to blame us, call us monsters, torturers, and dangerous anartists all you want; but all we did was given Megan the break she deserved. Do you really think that an empty fucking room that relaxes people is dangerous? Thanks mom, I appreciate the fucking support. — Vivienne Due to the inherent stress levels of Foundation staff, all further testing has been halted. Dr. Chen's behavior was reviewed by the Foundation Ethics Committee, and was determined to be aligned with standard Foundation operating procedures. Further research into how Pseudogenesis Productions member and former Foundation Intern Vivienne Chen was able to bypass Site Security is still underway. Footnotes 1. Agare-class anomalies are perceived as fictional, and therefore, containment is focused on the continued belief that all anomalous effects are 'part of the show'. 2. Testing has found that this occurs even in instances where an individual has retrograde amnesia, or has taken amnestics that removed the memory. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7748" by Queerious, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7748. Licensed under CC-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: Agare-class.png Author: Queerious License: cc-by-sa 3.0 Filename: Pseudogenesis_Logo_Flatter.png Name: Psuedogenesis Logo Author: Queerious License: cc-by-sa 3.0 |
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However, due to the perceived artistic meaning of SCP-7748, containment is focused on reinforcing the belief that said experience is entirely mundane.1 Show Cognitohazard? Hide The Quiet Room Take a second, just a minute of your time; come experience The Quiet Room, a respite from the modern world. One experience per person. No price, the only cost is your time. Description: SCP-7748 is an artistic experience presented by GOI-478, Pseudogenesis Productions, that has no consistent location. SCP-7748 will appear within a number of different spaces, including but not limited to: art galleries, office buildings, courthouses and warehouses. Upon appearance, signage will be modified to guide a potential participant to the entrance to SCP-7748, clearly marked as 'The Quiet Room.' An artist statement will appear on a placard beside the doors, the text of which is included below: Every once in a while, when the hustle of city living overtakes your spirit, when the never-ending stream of obligations and mountain of to dos threatens to overwhelm you, what we need most of all is a break. Society tells us that taking a break is a weakness; growing up, I was told that giving up meant that others were better than me. The constant nagging voice saying that I didn't need to rest, I was just lazy; that I didn't care about my future, how I spat in the face of all of the blood, sweat and tears that she had put into giving me a chance that she never had. The never-ending march of capitalism swallowed me whole, a Sisyphean effort to just get up in the morning and get back to it. I drowned, waiting to be rescued; but that help never came. Not for me. All I needed was a moment to relax; just a minute to catch my breath. The Quiet Room does just that. — Vivienne Chen, Pseudogenesis Productions SCP-7748 can appear anywhere throughout the continental United States, but seems to be biased towards large cities, especially those with high levels of urban density. Each new instance will operate for an unknown duration, ranging from one day, to two months — SCP-7748 disappears at the end of the 'performance dates', and all signage is reverted to its initial state. Any individual is able to take part in SCP-7748, which is advertised as a 'fully contained sensory artistic experience', comparable to Yayoi Kusama's Infinity Mirror Rooms — participants enter a queue leading to SCP-7748, and a single individual is allowed into SCP-7748 at once. This is enforced through an anomalous compulsion, with all attendants claiming that 'it is not my turn yet', and refusing to attempt entry with another. After an individual enters SCP-7748, the room will remain closed for 59 seconds, before opening exactly at the one minute mark. Attempts to capture the interior of SCP-7748 have failed, as all footage has been corrupted through anomalous means. Based on interviews with former participants, the full SCP-7748 experience consists of the following: SCP-7748 Timeline: Time Description of Experience -5.000s Subjects report an androgynous voice speaking to them telepathically, asking 'When was the last time you truly relaxed?' Subjects will immediately recall the exact date and time, down to the second, that they last felt truly relaxed.2 -2.000s The door to SCP-7748 will open, and subjects will be compelled to enter the room. Subjects report feeling comforted, and nostalgic towards SCP-7748. 0.000s The door to SCP-7748 closes, and the subject begins the experience. «TIMELINE INCONSISTENT — SEE ADDENDUM 1 FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION» 59.000s The door to SCP-7748 reopens, and the subject exits the room. All instances report feeling refreshed, and are unaware of SCP-7748's anomalous effects. 60.000s The door to SCP-7748 closes, and the next subject's experience begins. Interviews with subjects regarding the interior of SCP-7748 are consistent between all instances, and is assumed by the Foundation to be accurate. Subjects report that following the door closing to SCP-7748, they find themselves in a large empty white void. There are no notable seams indicating where the door is, nor is there a visible source of light — subjects appear to be in a fully contained non-Euclidian space devoid of walls, color or objects. No other notable features of the room have been noted by any participant. Following exposure to SCP-7748, participants express feeling 'revitalized', as if they had 'just woken from a nap'. Participants report increased satisfaction with their lives, and psychological testing has revealed a reduction in symptoms of depression and anxiety. Due to the beneficial nature of SCP-7748, and the belief that it is entirely mundane, amnesticization has been deemed unnecessary. Addendum 1: SCP-7748 Timeline Inconsistency The primary anomalous effect of SCP-7748 manifests during the 60 second period of time when the doors are closed — subjects report experiencing time dilation, with subjects claiming that the experience ranged in duration, from ~10 seconds total, to multiple hours. To verify these claims, the Foundation utilized agents and other Foundation staff to confirm the information. Researchers theorized the duration of each SCP-7748 experience was linked to the individual's mental state; to validate that, the following table includes the participant's mental state, as well as the duration of their SCP-7748 experience: Subject Mental State Perceived Duration Firsthand Account Dr. Elizabeth Brown Dr. Brown had recently returned from sabbatical the day before entering SCP-7748. 15.320s "It was like I blinked, and it was over. Like a warm cup of tea." Dr. Irving Kushner Dr. Kushner entered SCP-7748 following back-to-back shifts at Foundation Medical Site-49 35m 22.20s "I spent the entire time staring at the void, but it was like I slept for hours. I could easily work another 3 shifts in a row." Agent Taylor Rhodes Agent Rhodes was en route to a debrief following a month-long undercover investigation of AWCY?, when an SCP-7748 instance appeared nearby. They were diverted to investigate. 3d 18h 42m 21.205s "I spent the entire time meditating — I was in a trance, just floating on the edge of consciousness. Years of Foundation therapy is nothing compared to a minute in SCP-7748." Dr. Megan Elken Dr. Elken was specifically chosen for her prior experience with Pseudogenesis Productions. Dr. Elken's last mandatory Foundation Mental Health panel found that they were significantly overworked by their supervisor, and were experiencing moderate to severe levels of depression. 37w 22d 7h 14m 13.354s "I'm fine. We don't have to talk about this. Can I get back to work?" Following the end of Dr. Elken's experience with SCP-7748, their supervisor, Dr. Erryn Chen, Lead Foundation Researcher on Pseudogenesis Productions, received the following correspondence: Erryn, Seriously? I figured after you saw what happened to me, you might have become more conscientious, started being a better boss. You can try to blame us, call us monsters, torturers, and dangerous anartists all you want; but all we did was given Megan the break she deserved. Do you really think that an empty fucking room that relaxes people is dangerous? Thanks mom, I appreciate the fucking support. — Vivienne Due to the inherent stress levels of Foundation staff, all further testing has been halted. Dr. Chen's behavior was reviewed by the Foundation Ethics Committee, and was determined to be aligned with standard Foundation operating procedures. Further research into how Pseudogenesis Productions member and former Foundation Intern Vivienne Chen was able to bypass Site Security is still underway. Footnotes 1. Agare-class anomalies are perceived as fictional, and therefore, containment is focused on the continued belief that all anomalous effects are 'part of the show'. 2. Testing has found that this occurs even in instances where an individual has retrograde amnesia, or has taken amnestics that removed the memory. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7748" by Queerious, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7748. Licensed under CC-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: Agare-class.png Author: Queerious License: cc-by-sa 3.0 Filename: Pseudogenesis_Logo_Flatter.png Name: Psuedogenesis Logo Author: Queerious License: cc-by-sa 3.0 |
SCP-7749 | keter | Item#: 7749 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Photograph of SCP-7749 taken at a safe distance of 12m. Note visual artifacts and spatial distortion caused by SCP-7749's anomalous properties. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7749 is to be stored on a pedestal inside of a large Keter-class containment chamber at Site-86. This pedestal is not to be placed less than 10m from any side of the chamber. Personnel are not to enter SCP-7749's containment chamber at any time except for testing. The containment chambers directly above and below SCP-7749's are to remain unoccupied due to the height restrictions of SCP-7749's chamber. As of 20/05/2023, finding a way to neutralize SCP-7749's anomalous effects or transport it off-site is considered a top level priority. Description: SCP-7749 is a dark-brown 12oz ceramic mug. SCP-7749 contains a light-brown liquid, identified by personnel to be standard coffee. The volume of liquid contained within SCP-7749 has not been seen to change during its time in Foundation custody. SCP-7749 possesses a multitude of anomalous properties, including but not limited to: Visual distortion in a roughly 10m radius around SCP-7749. Observers have reported the surrounding area as appearing "fuzzy" or reminiscent of a low-resolution image. Spatial distortion within the same radius. This causes SCP-7749 to appear closer to or further from an observer than it actually is. Spontaneous transmutation into various other shapes at random intervals for short periods of time, typically appearing jagged, irregular, and distorted. Spontaneous teleportation at random intervals. Distance teleported has not been observed to exceed 10m in any direction. General instability of space within the 10m radius. This has resulted in the alteration of objects within the area, often appearing distorted in a similar manner to SCP-7749 during its transformations. Sudden disappearance, acceleration, and teleportation of objects within the area has also been observed. SCP-7749 was discovered on May 18, 2023 inside a break room in Site-86 Facility 4 by multiple personnel. Upon initial reports of the anomaly, the break room was blocked off and attempts were made to transport the object to a containment chamber. Following multiple unsuccessful attempts to get near SCP-7749, a portable Scranton reality anchor (SRA) was deployed to allow agents to transfer the object into a portable containment locker for transportation, after which it was successfully contained. Both the SRA and the portable containment locker sustained significant alteration by SCP-7749 during the event and were rendered inoperable following containment. Addendum 7749.1: Related Documentation 18/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION — PANOPTICON The following is the PANOPTICON ping report1 for the Southwest United States Region on May 18, 2023. Ping sent: 13:00:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:00:21 UTC Site-45 response: 13:00:20 UTC Site-56 response: 13:00:21 UTC Site-86 response: 13:00:19 UTC Site-666 response: 13:00:17 UTC Ping sent: 13:05:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:05:20 UTC Site-45 response: 13:05:18 UTC Site-56 response: 13:05:22 UTC Site-86 response: 13:05:23 UTC Site-666 response: 13:05:19 UTC Ping sent: 13:10:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:10:20 UTC Site-45 response: 13:10:21 UTC Site-56 response: 13:10:19 UTC Site-86 response: 13:10:25 UTC Site-666 response: 13:10:19 UTC 19/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION EXPERIMENT LOG 5257-19/05/2023 The following footage was recorded by security cameras within SCP-7749's containment chamber. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00: [SCP-7749 is seen sitting on its pedestal and shaking slightly, as normal.] 00:04: [SCP-7749 spontaneously moves forward half a meter in the direction of the door to the containment chamber. It continues to vibrate idly.] 00:09: [SCP-7749 jumps an additional two meters forward. It is now floating roughly one meter above the ground, as if it were still on its pedestal.] 00:13: [SCP-7749's color changes to near-total black, including the liquid within it. One second later, it returns to its normal hue.] 00:20: [Researcher Kenneth Carson enters SCP-7749's containment chamber. He watches SCP-7749 for ten minutes, recording observations on a clipboard.] 10:26: [Researcher Carson produces a small metal bar and holds one end of it toward SCP-7749, allowing the bar to enter within SCP-7749's range of effect. The bar instantly vanishes for two seconds, during which Researcher Carson takes notes.] 10:28: [The bar appears directly above SCP-7749, and falls down toward it. Immediately before contact can be made, the bar instantly disappears and reappears in its prior position above SCP-7749, and begins to fall again. This repeats several more times.] 12:17: [The bar once again vanishes before making contact with SCP-7749, but does not reappear. Researcher Carson notes this and waits for the bar to reappear. After eight minutes of waiting, Researcher Carson appears mildly frustrated and exits the containment chamber.] [END LOG] Note(s): Volatile and unpredictable. I advise we move ahead with caution when it comes to experimentation. -Kenneth Carson, researcher 20/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION — PANOPTICON The following is the PANOPTICON ping report for the Southwest United States Region on May 20, 2023. Ping sent: 13:00:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:00:18 UTC Site-45 response: 13:00:21 UTC Site-56 response: 13:00:20 UTC Site-86 response: 13:00:46 UTC Site-666 response: 13:00:22 UTC Ping sent: 13:05:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:05:20 UTC Site-45 response: 13:05:17 UTC Site-56 response: 13:05:23 UTC Site-86 response: 13:05:55 UTC Site-666 response: 13:05:19 UTC Ping sent: 13:10:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:10:19 UTC Site-45 response: 13:10:20 UTC Site-56 response: 13:10:22 UTC Site-86 response: 13:11:09 UTC Site-666 response: 13:10:17 UTC Following the above ping report, an investigation was launched into the incongruity. After faulty equipment was ruled out, SCP-7749, having been discovered at Site-86 the same day the issue began, was determined to be the most probable cause. As such, Dr. Evie Salem-Orden2 and Archivist Ryan River3 launched a joint operation to lessen SCP-7749's temporal impact on Site-86. 21/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION INCIDENT LOGS 21/05/2023 The following excerpts were recorded by various security cameras throughout Site-86 on May 21, 2023. [BEGIN LOG] 10:02: [Ethics Committee liaison Henri Cosztonne is seen sitting at his desk. He appears to be reading something on his computer, though the screen cannot be seen.] 10:04: [Cosztonne's office phone rings. He moves to pick it up, but ceases all movement, including breathing and blinking, shortly before he can reach the phone, remaining frozen in place with his hand directly above it.] 10:05: [The phone rings again. Cosztonne remains frozen in place.] 10:06: [The phone rings a third time. Cosztonne remains frozen in place.] 10:30: [Cosztonne finally resumes movement, picking up the phone, but expresses confusion upon finding no one on the line. He places the phone down and continues his previous activities, seemingly unaware of the event.] [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] 13:25: [Dr. Charles Wendover is seen walking through the Site-86 greenhouse, holding a watering can.] 13:26: [Dr. Wendover approaches SCP-6664-B. As he attempts to water it, the watering can in his hand vanishes. He recoils slightly in confusion, and begins looking around for the watering can fruitlessly. After a few moments, he shrugs and walks out of frame.] 13:30: [Dr. Wendover returns with another watering can. He once more attempts to water SCP-6664-B. A few moments later a metal watering can, identified as the first one used by Dr. Wendover, appears in the air roughly 0.3 meters left of his head. It accelerates towards him, hitting him in the head and knocking him over, spilling both its and the other can's contents.] 13:31: [Dr. Wendover stands. Blood is seen on his head and neck. He looks at the cans on the ground, slowly backs away from them, and runs out of frame.] [END LOG] 23/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION CONTAINMENT LOGS 21/05/2023 The following is an abridged summary of containment attempts of SCP-7749 as part of the joint operation by Dr. Salem-Orden and Archivist River, May 21, 2023. Method: Installation of several Scranton reality anchors (SRAs) in SCP-7749's containment chamber. Result: All installed SRAs were spontaneously altered in shape, distorting several critical components into jagged and inconsistent shapes. All units were rendered inoperable. Method: Relocation of SCP-7749 off-site. Result: All agents sent to place SCP-7749 into a portable containment locker were propelled away from the object at high speed. All agents were uninjured but were unsuccessful in getting close to SCP-7749. Method: Installation of a Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink (XACTS) in SCP-7749's containment chamber. Result: A metal bar (identified as the one used in Experiment Log 20/05/2023) materialized in front of SCP-7749 and was launched at the XACTS at high speed, destroying the unit. Warping pattern on metal bar caused by SCP-7749's anomalous effects. 22/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION — PANOPTICON The following is the PANOPTICON ping report for the Southwest United States Region on May 22, 2023. Ping sent: 13:00:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:00:22 UTC Site-45 response: 13:00:17 UTC Site-56 response: 13:00:23 UTC Site-86 response: 13:05:49 UTC Site-666 response: 13:00:18 UTC Ping sent: 13:05:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:05:20 UTC Site-45 response: 13:05:17 UTC Site-56 response: 13:05:19 UTC Site-86 response: 13:11:55 UTC Site-666 response: 13:05:20 UTC Ping sent: 13:10:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:10:21 UTC Site-45 response: 13:10:23 UTC Site-56 response: 13:10:18 UTC Site-86 response: 13:17:23 UTC Site-666 response: 13:10:20 UTC 22/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION INCIDENT LOGS 22/05/2023 The following excerpts were recorded by various security cameras throughout Site-86 on May 22, 2023. [BEGIN LOG] 11:10: [Dr. Stephanie Mulberry is seen eating in the site cafeteria.] 11:12: [Dr. Mulberry stands and begins walking towards a garbage can on the far side of the cafeteria.] 11:13: [Before she is able to reach the garbage can, Dr. Mulberry is teleported 6m backwards from where she was walking. She continues walking, appearing not to notice. She once again teleports 6m back when she reaches her previous position in front of the can. This happens five more times.] 11:15: [The loop ends as Dr. Mulberry is flung several meters forward by an unseen force, crashing into the garbage can and several gathered onlookers.] [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] 15:23: [Agent Roxanne Quaver is seen talking to several other agents in a hallway.] 15:28: [Agent Quaver vanishes for less than a second and reappears hovering 0.3m above the ground. Confusion ensues among the group.] 15:29: [Agent Zachary Mejnik attempts to pull Agent Quaver down to the ground. His hands pass through the body of the agent, leading to further unrest among the group. Several other members of the group attempt and are equally unsuccessful.] 15:33: [After four minutes of confused conversation between members of the group, Agent Quaver spontaneously inverts, remaining in her position above the ground, but hovering upside-down.] 15:34: [Agent Quaver ceases hovering and falls to the ground. Agent Mejnik attempts to catch her, knocking her off-course in the process and making her land on her arm instead of her head. Agent Quaver is uninjured aside from a minor bruise.] [END LOG] 23/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION CONTAINMENT LOGS 23/05/2023 The following is an abridged summary of containment attempts of SCP-7749 as part of the joint operation by Dr. Salem-Orden and Archivist River, May 23, 2023. Method: Neutralization of SCP-7749 via the detonation of explosive charges. Result: Site-86's entire Keter containment wing was temporally frozen immediately upon detonation. Over an hour later, the Keter wing was unfrozen, but had moved backward in time three days, leading to confusion among personnel. SCP-7749 was unaffected and the charges were missing upon resumption of temporal flow. Method: Opening of a Way to transport SCP-7749 off-site. Result: A Way was successfully created under SCP-7749, but it did not possess a corresponding emergence point. The area of space within the Way appeared as a solid wall of purple and black-checkered squares that SCP-7749 was unable to pass through. Method: Use of thaumaturgy to teleport SCP-7749 off-site. Result: Attempt failed for an unknown reason. The thaumaturge assigned claimed that the "request timed out", and refused to further elaborate. 22/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION AUDIO LOG 23/05/2023 The following is a transcript of a meeting between Dr. Salem-Orden, Archivist River, and site director Anthony Joko on May 23, 2023. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Salem-Orden: Director, this is becoming a problem. An even worse problem than it already is. Dir. Joko: How bad is it? [Arch. River produces a printed copy of the PANOPTICON ping report for May 23 and hands it to Dir. Joko.] Dr. Salem-Orden: Site-86 is now over ten minutes behind the rest of the world. Dir. Joko: All of Site-86? Dr. Salem-Orden: Yes. All of Site-86. Dir. Joko: Even the— Dr. Salem-Orden: Even the external facilities. For some reason, this problem is exclusive to Site-86. All of the surrounding area is operating normally. Dir. Joko: I've seen the security footage. You know this isn't just a temporal anomaly. [Arch. River steps forward.] Arch. River: Yeah— yes. The, uh, the region of space inhabited by Site-86 has become incredibly hazardous. SCP-7749's instability is not just limited to its "radius" anymore. I've stopped updating the main file at this point because this thing's parameters keep changing on us. Dr. Salem-Orden: We're unable to diminish its effects and we're unable to move it. We've tried everything. Dir. Joko: You've tried six things. Dr. Salem-Orden: That's just what's in the file, Director. Ryan couldn't include all of them. Arch. River: Sir, if you don't mind me butting in, I'm sure you've also noticed the, uh, the other problem that's been happening. [Silence on recording for several seconds.] Dir. Joko: The…? [Arch. River clears his throat.] Arch. River: Right. Yeah. Site-86's average temperature over the last week has inexplicably skyrocketed. The entire site is overheating, but no one's found any ventilation or air conditioning issues. Dir. Joko: I suppose it is hot in here, yeah. Arch. River: It's going to get worse. If the site's instability and temperature keep rising at this rate, Site-86 will be uninhabitable by the 25th. Dir. Joko: I'm still not… entirely sure what you want me to do about it. This is your task force. Dr. Salem-Orden: We're not proposing more experiments, Director. We're proposing we evacuate the site. [END LOG] Afterword: Following this meeting, Director Joko signed an executive order to evacuate the site of all personnel and anomalies, which would take place over the next two days. All anomalies would be transferred to nearby sites, such as Sites -56 and -45, or to temporary containment outposts. This evacuation would remain in effect until a solution to the SCP-7749 problem was discovered. 24/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION — PANOPTICON The following is the PANOPTICON ping report for the Southwest United States Region on May 24, 2023. Ping sent: 13:00:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:00:17 UTC Site-45 response: 13:00:18 UTC Site-56 response: 13:00:23 UTC Site-86 response: 13:30:06 UTC Site-666 response: 13:00:18 UTC Ping sent: 13:05:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:05:23 UTC Site-45 response: 13:05:20 UTC Site-56 response: 13:05:19 UTC Site-86 response: 13:46:57 UTC Site-666 response: 13:05:21 UTC Ping sent: 13:10:00 UTC Site-15 response: 13:10:23 UTC Site-45 response: 13:10:20 UTC Site-56 response: 13:10:19 UTC Site-86 response: 14:12:16 UTC Site-666 response: 13:10:21 UTC Photograph taken on Site-86 grounds on May 24, 2023. 24/05/2023 SCP FOUNDATION INCIDENT LOGS 24/05/2023 The following excerpts were recorded by various security cameras throughout Site-86 on May 24, 2023. [BEGIN LOG] 14:41: [Assistant site director Shannon Butler is seen leading a group of agents transporting several anomalies.] 14:52: [Asst. Dir. Butler pauses. The agents pause in response. Asst. Dir. Butler does not move for two minutes.] 14:54: [Asst. Dir. Butler screams. Her entire body becomes near-total black in color. The agents back away in caution.] 14:55: [Asst. Dir. Butler falls to the ground, continuing to scream. Her body rapidly flickers between near-total black, a pattern of purple and black-checkered squares, and completely vanishing. An agent from the group runs to get help. She is seen slamming her fists into the ground and frantically grabbing at her hair and face as her body begins significantly shaking.] 15:13: [Asst. Dir. Butler stops screaming. Her body slowly regains its typical form. She remains on the ground, crying and hyperventilating. After two minutes, an agent helps her to her feet and the group hesitantly resumes moving alongside her.] [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] 15:23: [Archivist River is seen in the Safe containment wing, overseeing the transportation of several anomalous objects.] 15:31: [Arch. River vanishes, reappearing a second later 2m to the left, his body partially clipped into the wall next to him. He begins panicking, trying to escape the wall.] 15:34: [Arch. River pushes against the wall a final time, successfully passing back through it and freeing himself. Upon being freed, he hovers in the air for a second before falling, passing through the floor and falling through to the floor below. Security cameras on lower floors at this point capture Arch. River falling all the way down the site, passing through all solid objects in his way. He is heard screaming the entire time.] 15:34: [Cameras in Basement Level 3 capture Arch. River falling through the floor. As BL-3 is the lowest floor of Site-86, Arch. River is assumed lost, as he has not been recovered since.] [END LOG] Addendum 7749.2: Archival This file is set to be archived following the May 25, 2023 incident at Site-86. For more information regarding the incident, click here for the current version of this file. Footnotes 1. The PANOPTICON ping is a signal sent precisely once every five minutes to all Foundation sites worldwide. This is a safety measure in order to ensure that all sites are functioning properly and are connected to the PANOPTICON surveillance system. 2. Site-86's regional head of the Temporal Anomalies Department. 3. Site-86's head of archives and RAISA liaison. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7749" by Rhineriver, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7749. Licensed under CC-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-7750 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7750 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7750 is to be stored within a bio-hazard polyethylene bag within Containment Locker 207, Site-50. Revision 7750.253: All access to SCP-7750 is restricted outside of testing, all access applications are to be classed as a level 3 clearance and can only be accepted once the applicant has undergone a background security check and drug test. All access applications from employees with any history of drug addiction are to be automatically denied. Description: SCP-7750 is a collection of 70 dried flowers originating from an unknown species from the genus Myosotis. Each flower had detached from the stem via bisection of the pedicel. Each instance of SCP-7750 induces a strong amnestic effect upon ingestion, replacing a chronological year of memory with the memory of walking through a seemingly endless field of Myosotis flowers. SCP-7750 is furthermore impervious to most forms of damage despite its extremely desiccated state. Addendum 7750.1 Test Log: DATE DATA EFFECTS NOTES 09/11/2022 One (1) flower ingested by D-5798, age 35. Year 1998 was forgotten by the subject. Upon being shown photographs of a younger sibling, with whom D-5798 was extremely emotionally connected, the subject became severely distressed. The subject was placed within the Site-50 infirmary until recuperation. Sixty-nine flowers remaining, please make sure to not run out. - Senior Researcher Allaine 10/11/2022 One (1) flower ingested by D-8943, age 63. Year 1999 forgotten by subject, subject claims to remember seeing a figure on the horizon of the Myosotis field. Notably, D-5798 claims to have been imprinted with an identical memory, with said memory being the newest memory at all times. Both subjects were permanently placed within the Site-50 infirmary. N/A 11/11/2022 One (1) flower ingested by D-923, age 71. Immediately upon ingestion subject became severely ill, symptoms present: High-grade fever, nausea, abdominal pain, vomiting, and exudative diarrhea. Subject placed within the Site-50 infirmary, all symptoms stopped upon defecation of the SCP-7750 instance. The instance recovered, and the subject was placed on temporary leave. Upon further testing, all subjects aged over the age of 70 were found to exhibit the same reaction. All further test subjects are to be under 71 years of age. 2 flowers were lost in the process. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Amnestics To: Amnestics Technician Robert Graves From: Researcher Jack Quincy Subject: Amnestics Robert, you have themm right? I need them. Please tell me you have thhem. you're in the amnestics department, tehre must be more that's your job. Please, I just want to frget. To: Researcher Jack Quincy From: Amnestics Technician Robert Graves Subject: Re: Amnestics Is it about the wife again? Sorry, no can do, the department is stretched thin, and I can't skim off the top now, we had some secrecy breaches recently and amnestics are more in-demand now. Can't get you even any of the the ones we sell to the GOC or MC&D. To: Amnestics Technician Robert Graves From: Researcher Jack Quincy Subject: Re: Re: Amnestics Plese, please, pleasee. You knw our deal. please, any amnestics, and I dn't go to the sec. We know waht you did, I have hte proof that the thing tha klled her brched becuse of yu. Please, please, I just want to forget, please. just one nedle of amnestics. To: Researcher Jack Quincy From: Amnestics Technician Robert Graves Subject: Re: Re: Re: Amnestics Fine, fine, jeez. You're really low, now, huh? Look, I really, actually can't give you any of the industrial stuff, but look, there's this new scip, it erases a year from memory and gives you a pleasant memory of walking through forget-me-nots. I think I can smuggle out a flower. That fine? To: Amnestics Technician Robert Graves From: Researcher Jack Quincy Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Amnestics Please, anything, just to forget. Addendum 7750.2 Test Log (cont.): DATE DATA EFFECTS NOTES 17/11/2022 One (1) flower ingested by D-5732, age 18. Year 2015 was forgotten by the subject, additionally, all subjects who previously ingested an instance of SCP-7750, with exception of subjects over the age of 71, forgot the year during which said the subject was 11 years of age. We're getting somewhere interesting, the subjects also exhibit the exact same memories, combined with the fact 71-year-olds do not forget anything upon eating an SCP-7750 instance, I think I can comfortably say that these things were made with a purpose. - Senior Researcher Allaine 18/11/2022 One (1) flower ingested by D-5732. Year 2004 forgotten by subject, despite such an early developmental stage being completely forgotten, no changes in personality or ability were observed within any subject. All subjects reported their earliest memory as entering the Myosotis field. It seems to erase only memories, not learned skills. I think it is more probable that SCP-7750 either suppresses the memories or induces some kind of amnesia. - Senior Researcher Allaine 19/11/2022 One (1) flower ingested by D-1023, age 68. Year 2008 forgotten by subject. The subject reported the figure on the horizon to be closer, however, upon being asked to identify it, the subject was unable to do so, claiming that the figure was too far away to identify. N/A Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Itdidntwork To: Amnestics Technician Robert Graves From: Researcher Jack Quincy Subject: Itdidntwork It didn't work, I still remember, It didn't work, it didn't work, it didn't work. Please, please give me more, please, for the love of God make it stop, please, I just want to forget, please. To: Researcher Jack Quincy From: Amnestics Technician Robert Graves Subject: Re: Itdidntwork Fine, fine, but look, if it didn't work now, there's a big chance it won't work again, and me smuggling out even more of it will put both of us at risk. I hope you will keep that in mind. Addendum 7750.3 Test Log (cont.): DATE DATA EFFECTS NOTES 24/11/2022 One (1) flower was ingested by D-2027, age 67. Year 2018 was forgotten by the subject. The figure was reported to be closer on the horizon and identified by the subject as a humanoid, however, refused to provide further identification. N/A 25/11/2022 One (1) flower ingested by D-1027, age 69. Year 1954 was forgotten by the subject. No difference in replaced memory. Not the result I was hoping for… Speaking of things I wasn't hoping for, I noticed that the instance count dropped beyond what we tested with and that our subjects forgot a few more years than they should… I hope to God none of you took them. - Senior Researcher Allaine 26/11/2022 One (1) flower ingested by D-1027 Year 2015 was forgotten by the subject. The subject claims the figure is much closer, however, the subject refuses to identify it any further, other subjects questioned on the matter also refused to give any form of identification. No matter how interesting the result may be, we lost ten flowers, ten unaccounted-for instances of SCP-7750! We currently have only 50 instances and we used officially only 10! This will not stand. - Senior Researcher Allaine Addendum 7750.4 Security Breach: VIDEO LOG DATE: 26/11/2022 NOTE: Senior Researcher Allaine called for an urgent sitewide meeting in response to an unprecedented situation arising in relation to SCP-7750. [BEGIN LOG] 09:23 P.M: 50 personnel members walk into the Site-50 conference room, representing 85% of Site-50 personnel and the largest possible amount off-duty staff without compromising the functioning of Site-50. Senior Researcher Allaine walks into the conference room and makes his way to an elevated stage with a microphone stand, located at the far end of the room, accompanying him is the Chief of Staff of the Site-50 security contingent and the Site Director. 09:27 P.M: Senior Researcher Allaine tests the microphone and begins speaking Senior Researcher Allaine: "Good evening colleagues, you may be wondering why I have called for this meeting, and it is with a heavy heart, that I must be the bearer of these sad news. Until today, our site, despite our relatively small size, enjoyed the reputation of never having suffered a security breach. I'm certain that some colleagues whom transferred here from other sites can attest to what luck we had." Senior Researcher Allaine glances at Researcher Quincy and then continues to speak. Senior Researcher Allaine: "Unfortunately, said reputation was broken, and shattered. We had suffered a minor security breach, and however minor it might be, it will forever tarnish our good name. We had today lost 10 instances of SCP-7750, due to the specialization of our site in biohazardous and amnestic substances, I'm certain many of you are realizing the potential gravity of our situation and the threat even a minor breach might pose. I must, unfortunately conclude, that our good situation made us too relaxed." 09:35 P.M: Senior Researcher Allaine steps away from the microphone, and his place takes the Chief of Staff Chief of Staff: "I will not speak at the length my colleague did, but, I will echo his statement, we got too relaxed, and as such, we will be tightening our security protocols for the foreseeable future. This will include searches of personal possessions, mandatory security drills, security checks at vital site stations, and other measures." Several personnel glance at each other nervously, including Researcher Quincy and Technician Graves 09:47 P.M: Researcher Quincy hunches over and produces something from his pocket, before consuming it, a tear is rolling down his cheek. This behavior however goes unnoticed at the time as all personnel's attention is focused on the Site Director stepping up to the microphone. Site Director: "Lastly, there is of course the matter of the transgressor, whoever they may be, while punishment is guaranteed, if however, they come forward, a certain degree of clemency may be warranted. As such, while you betrayed our trust, you can still trust us if you confess here, or privately. As for everyone else, the site offers a reward for any information that could be used to track them down and the missing instances of SCP-7750." 09:59 P.M: At this point, Researcher Quincy begins crying, attracting the hall's attention. Before anyone can do anything, Researcher Quincy collapses from his chair onto the floor. Researcher Quincy: "I DID IT!" Researcher Quincy loses consciousness as several personnel members rush towards him, technician Graves meanwhile exits the hall. [END LOG] Addendum 7750.5 Incident Log: Interviewed: Researcher Jack Quincy Interviewer: Senior Researcher Corentin Allaine Foreword: After the apprehension, Researcher Quincy was placed within the Site-50 infirmary due to poor physical and mental health. Senior Researcher Corentin Allaine volunteered to interview the researcher. <Begin Log> Allaine: "Quincy, I'm at a loss for words, why did you do it? Why did you cause this breach, hasn't your wife died in one? And after so many years after you've been cleared by psychological staff for lingering trauma…" Quincy: "I- I didn't get over anything! I started to take amnestics because I wanted to forget it. Forget the breach, forget her, forget all of it, b-but, it never worked, it came back, and then the forgetting got shorter and shorter." Allaine: "Why didn't you stay with the psychological staff? Why any of this?" Quincy: "They, they didn't help, they-" Researcher Quincy stops for a moment. "They didn't take it away, and all I wanted was just for it to stop, just to stop thinking how she must have felt, how she died." Allaine: "I can't say I understand, but I do empathize. But I must ask, did anyone help you with this?" Quincy: … Allaine: "Quincy?" Quincy: "N-no." Allaine: "Quincy… that, that isn't true, you didn't have clearance, nor training to do that without raising flags." Quincy: "N-no, no one helped me." Allaine: "Quincy, that's not… No. Can I have one last question, what exactly caused your confession?" Quincy: "I- I, I took the flower, and, I saw it." Allaine: "Saw what?" Quincy: "The- the fi- the figure. I stood by it-" Researcher Quincy suddenly grasps his head and cries out in pain, all previous SCP-7750 test subjects do the same. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7750 effect was found to start progressing on its own within the test subjects, which also resulted in highly-painful migraines. After a wide variety of anti-pain medication and treatment options were explored, the only thing that was found to ease the subject's condition was further ingestion of SCP-7750 instances. VIDEO LOG DATE: 12/12/2022 NOTE: Despite attempts to limit the use of SCP-7750 as pain relief for affected test subjects, amount of SCP-7750 instances dwindled steadily. The following footage was captured by security camera 24 hours after consumption of the last SCP-7750 instance. [BEGIN LOG] 02:20 A.M: Despite the self-reported intense pain, most SCP-7750 test subjects are asleep. With the exception of D-5732 and Researcher Quincy. D-5732 is laying on his stomach and has his head covered by a pillow, a position which the subject claimed helped with the pain. Researcher Quincy is curled up and sobbing. Sudden rise in activity is registered, all subjects previously asleep wake-up. D-5798 attempts to stand up but collapses on the floor. After a few minutes of confusion, all subjects begin to convulse in pain. Unexplained bulges are visible under their skin. 02:44 A.M: The easily heard commotion within the infirmary attracts the attention of night-shift staff located throughout Site-50. The first to make it onto the scene is Technician Graves. Technician Graves stares in disbelief as the subjects continue convulsing, which allows for several medics to pass by him and attempt to help the subjects. Researcher Quincy begins screaming. Researcher Quincy: "I was there! With it at the edge of the pit! It called me a seed and planted me there! It gave me a spade to bury myself!" Researcher Quincy is joined in screaming by most other subjects. 03:12 A.M: A green stalk bursts through D-5732's back, and begins to rapidly expand towards the center of the room, said stalk is followed by several more which burst from various points of D-5732's body, from underneath D-5732 a similarly quickly expanding mass of roots can be seen. After a few seconds, similar stems and roots burst from the bodies of other subjects, and the mass of stems begins entangling on itself in the center of the room. At this point, medics stop any attempts at rendering help but continue monitoring the subject's vitals. Most subjects by this point stopped screaming, having torn their vocal cords to shreds. 03:20 A.M: Technician Graves rushes towards Researcher Quincy, whose body is mostly covered up by plant matter by this point. Technician Graves: "Oh God, oh God, what have I done." Technician Graves attempts to unsuccessfully remove the plant matter from Researcher Quincy's body, Researcher Quincy does not appear to notice said action. At this point Senior Researcher Allaine enters the infirmary, having been recently woken up, and walks over to Technician Graves. Senior Researcher Allaine: "Don't, there's no saving anyone after something like this" Technician Graves turns towards Senior Researcher Allaine and collapses to his knees. Technician Graves: "This, this was my fault, this has been all my fault." 03:25 A.M: The plant mass in the middle of the room stops growing and begins to sprout flowers characteristic of those from the Myosotis genus. Researcher Quincy turns his head, as much as the plant mass wrapping around it allows, towards Senior Researcher Allaine. Researcher Quincy: "I- I finally understand." All subject's vital signs begin deteriorating, the plant mass begins to rapidly dry out. Researcher Quincy: "I didn't want to forget her. I just wanted to remember her without the pain." All subjects expire, and approximately 70 SCP-7750 instances detach from the entangled stalks. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7750" by SecondTimeline, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7750. Licensed under CC-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-7751 | keter | Item #: SCP-7751 Special Containment Procedures: While SCP-7751-A instances are safe to contain, no means of reliable permanent containment for SCP-7751 has been discovered. Foundation Webcrawler 402-OVERFISHING has been tasked with monitoring all archival media networks to detect and excise instances of SCP-7751-A, which are then stored at Site-59's media wing. By order of the Ethics Committee, a moratorium has been placed on further procurement of SCP-7751-B for any reason. The mailroom of the Chicago Sun-Times has been placed under Foundation control. All incoming mail is to be scanned unopened through specialized equipment. If a request for SCP-7751-B has been detected, that piece of mail is to remain unopened and incinerated. All extant SCP-7751-B instances are to be placed in cryogenic stasis at Site-7751, pending further research to decrease their suffering. Description: SCP-7751 is a political concept with an unclear meaning. There is no evidence that SCP-7751 is a discussed topic in today's1 political climate. SCP-7751 is capable of altering political media to include its presence. However, this can only be done with media that has been archived for a minimum of five years. Additionaly, only media from primarily English-speaking countries is affected. SCP-7751-A denotes a piece of media that has been affected in this manner. Approximately 98% of discovered SCP-7751-A are single-panel political cartoons. In cartoons, SCP-7751 is most commonly symbolized as a gigantic green moray eel labeled "the Clurmbix Question," "CBQ," or "CB?" When questioned, living creators of content altered by SCP-7751-A have displayed no knowledge of its existence. Partial Log of Collected SCP-7751-A Instances Number: SCP-7751-17 Date: December 12, 1805 Type: Single-panel cartoon Original Creator(s): James Gilray Title: "Libert-OH! Egalit-OH! Fraternit-OH!" Description: In the den of a rustic cottage, John Bull2 gives Napoleon Bonaparte a spanking. Visible from a window, a gigantic SCP-7751 wraps its prehensile tongue around the steeple of a Russian Orthodox church, slobbering profusely. Number: SCP-7751-75 Date: March 25, 1841 Type: Single-panel cartoon Original Creator(s): Robert N. Elton Title: "The Cupboard Was Bare, And So The Poor Dog Had None!" Description: President William Henry Harrison, dressed as a grocer, argues in his store with SCP-7751. Harrison exclaims: "Now look here, Mr. Clurmbix — my proud establishment has never, and will never, carry 'rehydrated pharaoh.' I daresay I know not what that even means! Now take your business elsewhere, and never bother me about your pharaohs again so long as you live!" Note: This was published one day before President Harrison developed symptoms of the disease that led to his death the following April 4th, after only 31 days in office. Number: SCP-7751-280 Date: May 19th, 1875 Type: Single-panel cartoon Original Creator(s): Thomas Nast Title: "Now See Where Our Little Game Has Led Us!" Description: A tiger (Labeled "Tammany Hall") and a donkey (Labeled "Democrats") hold either end of a jump rope in their mouths. The jump rope has been tangled around the neck of SCP-7751. The former two display expressions of shock and horror. The latter, choking, has its eyes rolled and the corners of its mouth upturned in apparent ecstasy. Number: SCP-7751-292 Date: October 1st, 1889 Type: Single-panel cartoon Original Creator(s): Henri Julien Title: "You Would Do Well To Pretend You're Holding A Full Glass" Description: Seventeen Canadian mounted policemen, accompanied by Uncle Sam, nervously hold empty wine glasses. SCP-7751 looms over them, glaring. Number: SCP-7751-1930 Date: June 5th, 1999 Type: Four-panel newspaper strip Original Creator(s): Garry Trudeau Title: N/A (Title of series: Doonesbury) Description: First panel: An anthropomorphic bullet speaking to a reporter, saying: "Safety locks, import bans on clips, background checks — we're being overwhelmed by common sense here!" Second panel: SCP-7751, staring at the viewer. Third panel: Identical to second. Fourth panel: Identical to second and third, but with SCP-7751 saying: "I would like a hamburger." Number: SCP-7751-2030 Date: January 31st, 2005 Type: Single-panel cartoon Original Creator(s): Dana Summers Title: N/A Description: An anthropomorphic donkey and elephant sit at a bar. Sobbing, the elephant begs the donkey: "You don't understand! We need to play backgammon right now!" SCP-7751, looming behind the elephant, holds a metal briefcase in its teeth labeled "Barbecue Supplies." Number: SCP-7751-2983 Date: July 14th, 2009 Type: Single-panel cartoon Original Creator(s): Gary Markstein Title: N/A Description: SCP-7751 vomits. President Barack Obama nervously applauds. Number: SCP-7751-4847 Date: November 25th, 2013 Type: Single-panel cartoon Original Creator(s): Ben Garrison Title: "Mano e Mano" Description: SCP-7751, wearing a chef's toque labeled "Food Hat", looms over a dinner table at an Italian restaurant. John Kerry, as an Italian waiter with a large handlebar mustache, serves a platter of severed human hands to Donald Trump. Both Trump and John Kerry have an expression of solemn acceptance. Each visible hand in the platter is individually labeled "Severed Human Hand." The platter is labeled "Flat Surface." Number: SCP-7751-4879 Date: February 12th, 2014 Type: Single-panel cartoon Original Creator(s): Andy Marlette Title: "STICK IT IN" Description: Senator Mitch McConnell nervously disrobes. With its snout, SCP-7751 nudges a bucket across the floor toward him. The bucket is overflowing with unknown black liquid. Number: SCP-7751-4901 Date: January 9th, 2015 Type: Radio Show Original Creator(s): Rush Limbaugh, et al. Title: "Another Election Year" Description: At the 14-minute mark, the host enters the following monologue: <Begin Log> Limbaugh: …but before we dive too deep into this, I'd like to get one thing straight for the record. Before Obamacare, before our sultan-in-chief weaseled his way into the Oval Office, before the whole damn country collectively lost its mind — we gotta remember how deep this really runs, people. Take a long, blood-red string, trace it all-l-l the way back to the source of all the corruption in Washington — and when you get there, you gotta ask yourself: What about Clurmbix? Who's gonna account for Clurmbix? (Sound of shuffling papers) No, listen, lemme tell you something about Clurmbix… (24 seconds of silence.) Good ol' Clurmbix. (3 minutes and 38 seconds of Limbaugh breathing heavily.) …sweet momma mo-lasses. (Sound of a fist slamming against a table three times, followed by the table cracking.) (Limbaugh laughs, sleepily.) Yeah… (He clicks his tongue 27 times.) (6 minutes of dead silence.) …I'm just gonna throw something at the wall and see if it sticks. Or if it leaves streaks that we'll have to wippity-wipe away. (Jaunty, isn't it?) Picture in your headspaces, a cockroach. In a nifty little cockroach house at the bottom of the Marianas Trench, the deepest point in the ocean. Lower than the bottom. The Marianas Basement. Reading his roachy newspapers and sipping his roachy tantenkaffe. Hmmmmmm. In order to live that deep underwater, Mr. Roachy and his das Roachenhaus would have to withstand constant water pressure to the effect of "Fuck you" pounds per square inch. If, by some Mr. Bojangulous aberration of the laws of physics, Roachy was stil alive and kickin', what grimbish existence 'twould be, 'twould be, what a grimbish existence 'twould be. But he can't always be at the bottom, now, can he? The surface world is where all the Food Lions are, and where else at the bottom of the ocean are you gonna get two-for-one on Kellogg's? (He cries deeply.) So what if he were to suddenly resurface? The decompression would balloon him to the size of cities! Continents! Nations! And should he survive this second defilement of physics, would he not deserve all the happy little rewards in the Universe? Or is the word "meritocracy" a trace silhouette on the inner walls of Grandmamma's chimney? (He shrieks for ten seconds.) (Twenty seconds of quiet weeping.) Bug. (He giggles.) (He suddenly regains his composure.) But that's just the way I see it. Moving on! Let's talk about something more lighthearted, like police brutality… <End Log> SCP-7751-B refers to a biologically immortal lifeform 10 centimeters in height. All damage received heals within a maximum of ten seconds. Tissue samples taken from subjects have revealed both human and green moray eel DNA. SCP-7751-B has a vaguely humanoid frame. The only visible sensory organs are a miniature human mouth, a single nostril, and a single ear canal. Other than randomly scattered bodily hair and a skin tag on the torso in the shape of a necktie. Its limbs have no fingers or toes. SCP-7751-B is produced when the Chicago Sun-Times is sent a piece of physical mail requesting information regarding SCP-7751. This cannot be replicated by sending requests to other newspapers. Even through advanced interrogation techniques, no Chicago Sun-Times personnel have expressed knowledge of SCP-7751-B. However, seven days after the request is opened at the Sun-Times headquarters, an instance of SCP-7751-B appears in a cardboard box at the place where the requestor would receive incoming packages. The box's return address is listed as the Sun-Times Building in Chicago. Within the box is a mason jar filled with an instance of SCP-7751-B packed in horse dung. A handwritten label on the mason jar lists the following instructions: 1. BREAK WITH HAMMER (DO NOT OPEN) 2. GET AWAY 3. SPRINKLE WITH IODIZED SALT 4. YOU'RE WELCOME, BITCH On 10/30/2023, seven days after sending the appropriate request, Foundation Site-59's receiving department obtained an instance of SCP-7751-B, hereafter SCP-7751-B-1. Interview log - SCP-7751-B-1 Date: 10/30/2023 Location: Site-59 Testing Room C1 <Begin Log> (The jar containing SCP-7751-B-1 sits on a table in the center of the testing chamber. Researcher Daniels approaches with a claw hammer. Dr. Nichols accompanies him.) Daniels: Goggles on. Ready when you are. (Nichols nods.) (Daniels taps the jar's lid with the hammer. The sides crack.) Nichols: Your orders are to break it open. Daniels: Well, I don't want to damage it! Just seems kinda counterintuitive. Nichols: Thank you for your insight. Break it open. (Daniels winds up a stronger swing.) (There's a sudden, muffled screech from within the jar.) (Daniels hesitates.) Nichols: (Sigh) It's biologically immortal! Just whack the goddamn — (The jar explodes.) (Both Nichols and Daniels fall onto the floor with several shards of glass embedded in their torsos.) Daniels: Gaah, fuck! Nichols: And this is why we wear our goggles. (SCP-7751-B-1 flails blindly in what's left of the packing material, shrieking.) Ugh. Get the salt and let's get this over with. Daniels: I think there's horse shit in my blood. Nichols: One thing at a time! Salt! (They both get back up. Daniels pours a small vial of iodized salt over SCP-7751-B-1.) (SCP-7751-B-1 immediately stops shrieking. It speaks with an adult human baritone.) SCP-7751-B-1: Oh, right, we're doing this. (It stands up straight, adjusting its skin tag like a tie.) SCP-7751-B-1: Sorry about the mess. Nichols: You can talk? …Please state your name for the record. SCP-7751-B-1: Okay, let's keep this relevant to the Clurmbix Question - I'm kind of on borrowed time here and you do not want to have to clean this up again with the next thrall-canvasser, right? Right. Nichols: Thrall-canvasser? SCP-7751-B-1: Oh, for fuck's sake — SURE! Great! Let's talk about ME! I mean, it's not like my entire life's purpose has been to tell you about the Clurmbix Question or anything! Nichols: Um — SCP-7751-B-1: FINE. I'm an alchemical homunculus bred to be one of the only living creatures who can talk in the present tense about the Greater Clurmbiction aspect of Esoteric Democracy, and in less than a minute, my embryonic gland's gonna run out of anima mercury, and I'll be in an agonizing deathlike trance until the heat death of the Universe — THERE, HAPPY?! Nichols: Sorry. SCP-7751-B-1: DON'T CARE, CLOCK'S TICKING. Daniels: Um, is the Clurmbix Question right-wing or left-wing? SCP-7751-B-1: THANK YOU. It's a question, all right? Questions are neutral — it's the answer that's gonna be either liberal, conservative, snarmless, authoritarian, libertarian, Cavendish, (indecipherable), or simian. Nichols: So what is the question? I don't recall seeing it in any mainstream political — SCP-7751-B-1: Duuhh, probably because it's not mainstream? Obviously?! Look, when you decide what political party you're gonna join, an informed voter needs to consider all factors, even the ones that can only exist extratemporally, i.e. five years before any given point in… aaaand there goes my micropulse. GOOD FUCKING NIGHT. (SCP-7751-B-1: falls over, struggling to breathe.) Daniels: Are you all right? SCP-7751-B-1: Agonizing deathlike trance, remember? Daniels: Sorry. SCP-7751-B-1: Meh. At least my schedule won't change. (SCP-7751-B-1 is no longer responsive.) <End Log> Footnotes 1. (As of this article's creation, 11/14/2023) 2. (A symbolic figure of England, similar to Uncle Sam in the United States) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7751" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7751. Licensed under CC-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-7752 | neutralized | Item#: 7752 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7752-A, guarding SCP-7752 Special Containment Procedures: A fence is to be erected around SCP-7752, with a guard booth placed at its entrance. The booth is to be manned by a single guard; with two other guards periodically rounding the perimeter. The cover story of a nuclear waste dump established during the French nuclear test era is to be disseminated to further deter potential intrusion. SCP-7752-A is to be visited bimonthly by a researcher or another member of staff, with the visit lasting at least an hour. Staff conducting the visit, topics of discussion, and items brought, if any, are to be decided before each visit by Site-44’s Director. Description: SCP-7752 is a cave system located 30km from the city of Oran, Algeria. The system is a limestone karst cavern and is believed to span several kilometers into the Les Salines d’Arzew wetland complex to the east of the city. While it is understood that SCP-7752 is primarily a pit cave, the system cannot be comprehended due to a poorly understood thaumaturgical interference force, resulting in all information regarding the cave’s interior being scrambled within the noosphere.1 While this force allows for the gathering of information from outside SCP-7752, it prevents said information from being interpreted. It is hypothesized that entering SCP-7752 through its natural opening would circumvent this phenomenon. This, however, has proven impossible due to SCP-7752-A’s continued interference. SCP-7752-A is Théophile Félix Le Double, a male human and former general of the French Empire’s Troupes coloniales, who worked under direct command of the African Office of Occult Affairs.2 In 1838, SCP-7752-A was tasked with safeguarding the entrance to SCP-7752, preventing anyone from entering or exiting the cave. To this end, members of AOOA granted SCP-7752-A the following abilities: A reversal in senescence, which has allowed SCP-7752-A to remain at his position for over a hundred years, and has allowed him to recuperate from many injuries and ailments that have affected him throughout his tenure. A greater sense of sight and smell, which becomes more acute the less light there is present. The ability to expel a gaseous mix of sulphur, quicklime and gunpowder, which he has used to dissuade people from approaching SCP-7752’s entrance. While there is no concrete proof that these abilities were granted by AOOA, nor is there a clear understanding on how these abilities were granted to SCP-7752-A, this is to be treated as fact when speaking with SCP-7752-A in order to maintain amicable relationships. SCP-7752-B is the entity, group of entities, or weaponry contained within SCP-7752, which was sealed by the African Office of Occult Affairs during the conquest of Algiers. Thus far, SCP-7752-A has affirmed SCP-7752-B to be one or more of the following: Members of several Kabyle tribes,3 with thaumaturgical and/or carnomantic abilities, who fought against the French during the invasion of the Beylik of Algiers.4 Magicians, marabouts, janissaries and kouloughlis who served the Beyliks of Algiers and Titteri, who resisted French occupation following the fall of Algiers. A massive amount of paraweaponry and items originally kept in Constantine following its fall in 1836. A plague of extremely aggressive locusts, their size ranging from camels, to normal locusts. A plague of cholera, or of entities capable of transmitting cholera. A mystical monolith capable of causing earthquakes, which caused the 1790 Oran Earthquake. The reanimated corpses of citizens and soldiers of Oran, who were thrown inside the pit of SCP-7752 after the fall of Algiers. The corpses demonstrate limited sentience and are wholly driven by seeking vengeance against those responsible for their deaths. None of these have been confirmed, and thus far, SCP-7752-A is the only source of information available regarding SCP-7752-B’s identity, and the overall contents of SCP-7752. Because of this, and other conflicting pieces of information given by SCP-7752-A, it is understood that Le Double’s memories have heavily deteriorated and are not protected by the same abilities that permitted his survival for nearly 200 years. Therapy, education, and other methods of persuasion have been successful in allowing SCP-7752-A to understand the geopolitical changes of the region, and that the African Office of Occult Affairs has been defunct since the decolonization of Algeria in 1962. That being said, SCP-7752-A still refuses to allow others to access SCP-7752, and has refused to leave its post. While it is believed force would be enough to remove SCP-7752-A from SCP-7752’s entrance, Le Double’s amicability, and the low priority of the anomaly compared to the danger of SCP-7752-A’s claims have discouraged all experimentation other than conversation. Discovery: On the 6th of July, 1962, a group of ALN soldiers5 were attacked at the wetlands while pursuing pied-noirs6 during the Oran Massacre.7 The soldiers described the attacker as ‘a madman in a cave’, with ‘the powers to expel poison off his hands’. Three members received chemical burns, with one of them perishing. The African Office of Occult Affairs was contacted by the ALN, but the organization was defunded and dissolved by the time the information reached its headquarters. With the Foundation acquiring all available assets, they took over the anomaly’s investigation, sending a three-man group to investigate. Upon reaching the location, the ‘madman’ — SCP-7752-A — confronted them, expelling sulphur gas towards the personnel. The group remained at a safe distance, and conversed with SCP-7752-A, successfully defusing the situation. Following short introductions, chef de bataillon Christophe de Battisti interviewed SCP-7752-A.8 The interview is as follows: Interview Log Date: July the 9th, 1962 Interviewer: Chef de Bataillon Christophe de Battisti Interviewed: Général de Brigade Théophile Félix Le Double de Battisti: Thanks for agreeing with the terms of the interview, general. Le Double: Please, do not call me a general, soldier. I became stripped of all rank, of all meaning when I chose to become the sole protector against the evils that lurk within this cave. I only used the term so we could see each other eye to eye, as men that have seen war. de Battisti: How should I refer to you then, if not by rank? Le Double: Call me Theo, if you wish. My name is one of the few things I still keep dear to my heart. de Battisti: Alright then, Theo. I’ll be starting the interview then. Le Double: Ah, of course, but first, do take a seat. We are in no lack of time nor manners, or are we? <Le Double invites de Battisti to sit by his side inside the cave’s entrance, where a dust-covered table set is laid.> de Battisti: Ah, of course not. <de Battisti steps in, then sits down.> Le Double: Ask your questions, soldiers. de Battisti: Let’s start with yourself. You say you are not a general, but what about back then? Which position did you hold? Le Double: Ah, I hardly remember those times, soldier. They were difficult times for France, you see… I remember fighting alongside the Marquis of Gouvion Saint-Cyr9, during the times of Bonaparte. Then the Bourbons took over, then Bonaparte made his return, and then the royalists took over once more. By that time, I’d survived four revolutions, and three wars. Could you imagine that, soldier? de Battisti: It is extremely impressive, Theo. I’ve barely survived a single revolution, here in Algiers. Le Double: It is no surprise that I became a general for the troops of Afrique, for… For the chasseurs… I was deployed here, and before I knew it, we had razed through Oran, through Algiers, through Qasentina. We’d chased the men who brought evil to this world, the- the monstrous Shurfa10 with their dark magicks and apparitions, and possessions and over their evil tricks, the kind that allowed magicians and marabouts to plague their land like the grand pest. The kind they admired, because they thought it could grant them eternal life, eternal riches… Oh, if only they knew of the torturous reality of eternity. <de Battisti stops, reconsidering Le Double’s words.> de Battisti: So you’ve been here over a hundred years?! Le Double: Of course I’ve been, soldier. I am immortal. The- The Office made it so I could live forever. I’ve been cursed to roam these lands, until everyone’s forgotten about this cave and the poison that dwells within. And once no one is able to find this cave and unearth that which Pandora coveted… Only then I will rest free. de Battisti: I see… So you weren’t always immortal? Le Double: No, of course not. I only became one in order to fulfill my role. The… The men of the Office made me drink something… Or was it some sort of herb? A medicinal tea? But there were pieces of copper, no? Or was it another red metal? <Le Double rubs his temples.> Le Double: Well, it matters not. I was granted these powers so that no Berber could come close to what we’ve… To what we took from their treasuries and armories. de Battisti: Which is? Le Double: A great plague, one that will turn the seas red with blood, the skies black with the ashes of the mangled bodies it’ll leave behind. A cruel evil brought down by the old masters of this land, who would prefer their land and their people subsumed in death than to watch us stroll through it free. de Battisti: So this was done by the people who ruled Algiers before? Le Double: The Sultans of Algiers — of El-Djazair, were a powerful bunch. These- These Taifas11 were built upon the corpses of thousands of slaves and servants, their blood fuel for the jinn they controlled, their bones meal for marid and ifrits12, despicable creatures summoned by equally despicable individuals. They would destroy towns and tribes even if their own populated these areas, kouloughlis and the mamluks ravaging them just to stop our advance. And where only death would remain, these beasts, these… These- these savages would possess their corpses and throw them our way, slaves to a cruel destiny. And then, when one of them died, when they fell by our hand, one of their allies would bring them back to life, and the onslaught would continue. Could you imagine that, soldier? Fighting decaying men and women… The reanimated corpses of sons and daughters, mere meat puppets for the corsairs to abuse?! <Le Double slams the table with his hand, startling de Battisti.> de Battisti: It- It sounds horrible. Le Double: It was. It… It was horrible. But we found a way to stop it for good. de Battisti: The cave? Le Double: We took all the evil that remained in this land, and we shoved it down this hole so that no one would find it. The pirates that would pillage and destroy our forts, the traders that sold both spice and slave, the Ottomans that believed their petty troubles were worth more than all of France. All the pest, all the bloodshed… It all goes down, into the jahannam. And it is here that I protect the As-Sirat, so that no monster can reach our world again.13 de Battisti: I see… Very well, this will conclude our interview, for now. <de Battisti gets up.> de Battisti: I believe I understand better what is happening here, and I must say I’m thankful. Thankful that even back then, our legionnaires looked out for us. Made sure the world was a better place. Le Double: I’m an old man, soldier, not a legionnaire. I can’t do much but stay here and scare people away. de Battisti: And yet you helped the pied-noirs that came to hide here, instead of letting the savages of this land get their way. Le Double: … I’m only doing what is right, no? They didn’t wish to enter the cave; the men of Algiers did. de Battisti: Just take the praise, old man. <de Battisti laughs, before turning away.> de Battisti: … Ah, before I go. We will most certainly conduct more interviews when the fighting between us and the Algerian ends. Do you wish to request anything? You are still an asset of the Office, so you are to be treated with the same respect as any other member of our Foundation. Le Double: Thank you for the offer. I don’t believe I need much, but ah, the pied-noirs I spoke to before have told me of the written work that has blessed our land since I’ve been stationed here. I would not mind having something to read that aren’t rotten newspaper clippings. de Battisti: I’ll see what I can bring to you. Le Double: Thank you. Following this initial encounter, Le Double and the cave he resided in were added to the Foundation’s Register of Anomalous Phenomena, and given the SCP-7752 and SCP-7752-A designation the following year. Visits to SCP-7752-A occurred the following years. While a schedule was planned, it couldn’t be followed due to both the instability of post-independence Algeria and the opposition of the Algerian government to European interventionism, especially following the French Saharan nuclear tests that took place between 1960 and 1966. Other events that made this scheduling process difficult were the rise of Ben Bella’s government, the 1965 coup that ousted him from power, and the regime that followed. Addendum 7752-1: Incident-7752 On October 10, 1980, an Earthquake of magnitude 7.1 occurred near the city of El Asnam, 150 kilometers from SCP-7752. The earthquake killed and injured thousands, causing damages equal to a fourth of Algeria’s GDP. The destruction and riots prevented Foundation agents from reaching SCP-7752 until the 15th, at which time SCP-7752-A was discovered in a catatonic state, with SCP-7752 partially collapsed. Following SCP-7752-A’s recovery, an interview took place: Interview Log Date: October 16th, 1980 Interviewer: Director Christophe de Battisti, Site-44 Interviewed: Général de Brigade Théophile Félix Le Double <Director de Battisti is sitting at a medical tent outside SCP-7752. SCP-7752-A is to his side, resting on a medical bed, being tended to by a doctor. His lips are discoloured.> de Battisti: Are you in good enough shape for an interview, Theo? Le Double: I’m afraid I cannot see very well, but I can still put my words to use, if that serves you purpose.14 de Battisti: Of course. What happened when the earthquake hit? Le Double: It was terrible, of course, as all quakes are in this area. I didn’t think much of it while it hit, but then I felt the pain. Something within my chest began burning, a horrible sensation that grew worse and worse. And when the earth stopped moving… That’s when the wails began. de Battisti: The wails? <SCP-7752-A turns towards de Battisti’s general direction, frowning.> Le Double: You- You cannot hear them? What about the smell? That putrid odor… That of corpses burning. de Battisti: There is no smell either. Le Double: Then this curse is not a physical one. Perhaps it was the quake. It must have injured, or destroyed someone that was protecting us all as well. de Battisti: Another legionnaire? Le Double: This is mere conjecture. I do not know what’s on the other side. But perhaps, just as I did my job here, someone else was working on the other side, or… Or perhaps what kept me going, whatever machinery the Office built all those years ago has broken. That would explain the loss of my abilities. de Battisti: Your abilities? You mean your immortality? Le Double: Do you see me healing, Chris? Or do you see me limping and broken, unable to protect anyone? I have lost my gaseous weaponry, and I too have lost my immortality. <Director de Battisti turns to the doctor, who nods. de Battisti frowns.> de Battisti: Does this mean what lurks within the cave is about to get out? Le Double: … No, not yet, but soon. The shield that protects the world, the one that stops you from being able to see into the cavern? It has been weakened by the earthquake, but it still stands. Even if I am not there to deter people from going in, the shield will do its job just fine from within. It has cracked, however, and I… I am afraid I do not know how to fix it. <Tears begin rolling down SCP-7752-A’s face. They are yellow in coloration, later examination detecting high amounts of sulphur.> Le Double: I must be honest, friend. I… I knew this day would come. I knew we would not be able to keep it contained forever. Someday, eventually, evil would come from within and… And I think that day looms close. Extremely close. de Battisti: Come on, old friend. There is still hope. We are the Foundation; we can fix this. Le Double: You speak with certainty, and act as though this new Office of ours is much better than before, but pray tell: Have you discovered anything about this cave — Learned anything bout me in all of these years? <Silence> Le Double: You haven’t, have you? de Battisti: We have not, no. Le Double: How am I supposed to believe in your words if they aren’t supported in anything, then? I love you, my friend, but your sentimentalism is nothing but that: Sentiments. No basis in reality. de Battisti: Then allow me to make a promise: We will find a way to stop this pest from reaching the outside of the cave, no matter what. No matter how. Le Double: Chris, it’s just the same… Empty words, nothing to base them on… de Battisti: Friend, all words are devoid of meaning without belief. So please, believe in me. We’ve known each other for decades now. Have I ever lied to you? Have I ever led you astray? Or have I not supported your cause? Have I not made your insufferable eternity just a sliver less painful? Le Double: … Yes… Yes, you’ve… You’ve made my duty much better. And I thank you for it. <Director de Battisti takes SCP-7752-A’s hand and holds it in his own.> de Battisti: Allow me to do this then. You don’t need to fight alone; I haven’t allowed you to since we met. Do you still remember the three words that define our great nation? Le Double: Liberté… égalité… fraternité de Battisti: Keep that third one in mind. We’re all in this together. No one here wishes for that cavern to fall, so we’ll do anything to prevent it. Just like you did back then. Le Double: … Thank you, my old friend. I… I was scared. I still am. The noises of death… The smell of burning, rotten meat… It terrorizes me, but your words… Your words bring peace. I’ll leave it all to you, then, to continue with my mission. <Director de Battisti lets go of SCP-7752-A’s hand, smiling.> de Battisti: That I will. Now, rest, friend. You need it. SCP-7752-A was treated for minor injuries, and it was then confirmed that he could no longer regenerate rapidly, nor could he expel sulphur gas. Whether or not his perceived immortality had also disappeared has not been tested. The interference barrier covering the interior of SCP-7752 was noted to have weakened, as it was now possible to register information from outside the cave by using a laser scanner to create a rough 3D map of the cavern. While imprecise, it was able to see over three hundred possible anomalies and man-made constructions within. Little movement was perceived from within the cave, roughly 600 meters from SCP-7752’s entrance. Addendum 7752-2: Discovered data In 1982, while investigating an unrelated anomaly, the following paper bearing SCP-7752-A’s name were discovered: … regarding the latest developments in Algiers, the Dey Hussein has fled for Naples, with his harem and all his wealth, leaving the Deylik to the French to conquer.15 While the new king and ruler has no particular position regarding the invasion, it is as part of our duty to ensure that the savage Berbers have no kingdom with which to insult us any longer. For the [MISSING] it is understandable that our position is delicate today, but we have a mission entrusted to us, and as long as the King does not call into question what the previous King asked us of, we are to proceed as instructed.16 As part of the 2nd Regiment de Marche Occulte, the following directives have [MISSING] - Général de brigade Chanzy is to be in charge of the persecution of Algerian dissidents in the city of Oran, while Colonel René is to do the same in Mostaganem, and Colonel de la Piconnerie is to oversee the territories of Médéa. - Général de brigade Blériot is to be in charge of the demolitions of all mosques and universities in the city of Oran, while Colonel Baguès is to do the same in Mostaganem, and Colonel Panhard-Levassor is to oversee the territories of Médéa. - Général de brigade Périgord is to be in charge of [MISSING] with the Berbers in Titteri, specifically the resistance troops of Blida and Tipaza. - Général de brigade Boucher is to be in charge of supply chains within the coasts of Algiers, such that if necessary, they are to be cut from all cities west of Titteri, such that an invasion is facilitated by the famines to be caused. - Général de brigade Le Double is to be in charge of procuring occult items and occultists from the razed cities of Oran and Mascara, which are to be secured until they can be cataloged and brought home. To this end, a hundred Senegalese marabouts are to be brought to the perimeter, for the [MISSING] barrier and, if necessary, for other options to be available. No other mention is made regarding Général de brigade Le Double. The paper goes on to list several other actions to be taken against the Algerian people during the colonization of Algiers. It’s not known whether AOOA went through with them, although history indicates that the French Army did raze these cities, and caused famines in order to destabilize the remaining government before colonizing Algiers. Senegalese marabouts were mentioned, which led to the investigation of Senegalese black magic as a possible source of SCP-7752 and SCP-7752-A’s anomalies. Due to the Casamance conflict taking place in Senegal, however, it was not possible to procure enough information to either prove or recreate said anomalies. Plans to reveal this information to SCP-7752-A have been denied by the Site’s Director, under the belief no further information could be extracted from him. As of 1988, no productive developments on the barrier have taken place. Addendum 7752-3: Collapse of SCP-7752 On May 21th, 2003, the Boumerdès earthquake took place, having a similar potency to the previous El Asnam earthquake. SCP-7752 further collapsed, taking down the repairs done in the previous years. The Foundation was immediately mobilized, but issues were encountered due to the involvement of the military government and the Organization for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, which had gained a strong influence over the area during the Algerian Civil War. SCP-7752 was reached on May 22th, and a camp was established surrounding the cavern. As it was determined that the further action would accelerate SCP-7752’s collapse, military forces were organized in preparation for its collapse, and the potential liberation of an entity/series of entities capable of mass destruction. Reality Anchors and Thaumaturgy Cancellers were put in place, and several MTF squads were called to action. Finally, SCP-7752 collapsed on June 11th. The following is a recording of the exploration mission conducted shortly after: Exploration Log Date: May 22th, 2003 Members: - MTF Zeta-9 Captain Hassan Drioueche - Site-44 Director, Christophe de Battisti - SCP-7752-B, Théophile Félix Le Double - 9 members of MTF Zeta-9 <The twelve-member team slowly steps into the cave, which has almost fully collapsed. They move through the cave for close to thirty minutes. After a quick order, a member of Zeta-9 returns to the entry to gather workers to build makeshift reinforcements for the cave.> Drioueche: Are you sure you don’t want to go back with her, sir? de Battisti: Me? And leave my dear friend behind? No, no. Of course not. I’ve been here since the beginning. I’ll be here for the end. Le Double: I thank you for your conviction, but you can go if you wish to. There’s many other things to be concerned about, especially with Algeria… with Algeria up in arms. de Battisti: It’ll solve itself, like back in the 60s. I’m not too worried. <Captain Drioueche sighs.> Drioueche: Yeah, you’re not the ones being massacred out there. de Battisti: Come on, be professional, captain. If you have any complaints, please let me know once we’re back home. We’re here on more urgent matters. Drioueche: Of course, sir. <The team continues, walking past collapsed tunnels and past a short subterranean river. The group notes several marks along the walls, with pieces of earthenware and rotten wood close by.> Drioueche: I wonder what kind of people used these caves. Le Double: The berbers, most likely. There… There were tribes that lived in caves just like this. Nomads of the… The desert. <Le Double stumbles, but is caught by Drioueche.> Drioueche: Are you alright? Le Double: Yes, sorry. It’s just… The screams. They’re so loud. It’s disorienting. de Battisti: Have they gotten worse? Le Double: Much, much worse… I wish I could speak their mother tongue… Or Arabic, at the very least, so I could understand this… This pain that they suffer. Drioueche: Surprised you’ve not learnt the languages of the people in the forty years you’ve been here. de Battisti: Well, everyone here speaks French so there wasn’t really a reason. If it may be of help, we could get an Arabic teacher. Would that interest you, old friend? <Le Double looks back at the Director, distressed> Le Double: Hm? de Battisti: Ah, nothing. Let’s continue. <The team continues, reaching a man-made space where a small room has been built. The walls and flooring are composed of rotten wood, and the roof has collapsed, broken wood, metal pieces, cloth, and stones crushing anything that had been inside. Some sort of cyan spill can be seen on the floor.> Drioueche: Oussedik, can you get a sample of that? <Member of Zeta-9 Emir Oussedik collects the cyan residues with a test kit, then they continue moving. They prematurely reach the end of the cave, a cave-in blocking their path.> Drioueche: And this is the end, it seems. We’ll have to get machinery if we want to keep going. Le Double: This can’t be right… The wails, they… They’re still out there. They’re getting louder. The smell is… It’s overwhelming. de Battisti: That’s good though, no? If whatever evil that resides here has been blocked out by mere rubble, then it’s not only as strong as we believed, but it’s also blocked off. Lady luck has blessed us on this marvelous day. Le Double: … No. No, that’s not right. They’re… They’re not that way. <Le Double turns to the right, walking about 30 meters before stopping, looking down.> Le Double: They’re here. <Le Double begins digging into the ground with his hands.> de Battisti: Wh-what are you doing?! Le Double: They’re down there, old friend! I… I don’t get it, they’re not supposed to stay here, we… We were meant to take them back to France… de Battisti: Back to France? What do you mean? Why- Why hadn’t you told us this before? Drioueche: instructions, sir? de Battisti: Wait- Le Double: They hid it… No, we- We hid it. We’re the… Ah. I get it now. <Le Double steps back as the floor begins giving in, the sediment’s movement revealing a small man-made pit. A multitude of bleached skeletal remains can be seen poking out from it.> de Battisti: W-what the…! Le Double: There… There they are. de Battisti: What is that?! Who are they?! Le Double: I remember now, old friend. About the plague. About the pest! <Le Double walks up to the director, grabbing him by the arms.> Le Double: It wasn’t them, it was never supposed to be them! de Battisti: Theo, what- what are you talking about?… Le Double: The plague that would raze the cities, that would bring death and famine, that would kill the children, and kill the men and women… Don’t you see it?! It- It was us! We were the plague! <The cave begins trembling, the skeletons vibrating, the sound of bones breaking being recorded. Whispers are heard coming from somewhere within the cave.> Drioueche: The cave’s collapsing. We need to fall back! de Battisti: Old friend, we need to leave, now. Le Double: I’m not leaving them to rot again. I… We were supposed to bring them home. Study them like insects. Like vermin. And yet we closed off the cave. We used a barrier they couldn’t break and then… And then the gas. God, the gas… I did this to them. Old friend, it’s all coming back- I did this! Seven hundred and fifty two. They were seven hundred and fifty two. And that’s just in this cave. There’s many more, so many more! <Director de Battisti pushes SCP-7752-A, setting himself free. In doing so, SCP-7752-A’s arms come off, both collapsing into sand. The whispers grow louder. The smell of rotten meat begins permeating the area.> de Battisti: Theo, your… Your arms… What’s- What’s happening?! Le Double: How could we allow these savages to touch our ships, our land? How could we allow Arab blood to be considered as just as ours? How could we allow magic more powerful than ours to shame us? We had to get rid of it. We simply had to. And the mages and janissaries and all these slaves of shatayin had families; brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, wives and children… You see it, don’t you? How the plague corrupted the land, turned into muck and filth?! <Captain Drioueche grabs Director de Battisti’s arm.> Drioueche: We need to leave. de Battisti: Give me one goddamn- Le Double: We left nothing behind, Chris. Only the remains of a once prosperous nation, over corsairs that didn’t even respond to the Dey… We only left barren cities, barren desert. Houses without people, farms without harvest, bones without marrow… Bodies with nothing left inside. <Captain Drioueche and two other members of Zeta-9 drag the director away as SCP-7752-A falls to his knees, his legs disintegrating into dust. A yellow, viscous liquid begins coming out of SCP-7752-A’s stumps, mouth, and eyes.> Le Double: There’s nothing left here. There never was, old friend, and there never will be. We made sure of it. <The cave stops shaking at the same time as the skeletal remains within SCP-7752 explode into a massive cloud of dust, which quickly moves towards the cave’s exit, enveloping the entire team.> The sandstorm exited SCP-7752, leaving all members of the exploration team and several other agents standing outside injured with lacerations of several degrees. It must be noted that members who were of Algerian descent received lighter injuries compared to those who were not. It must also be noted that SCP-7752-A was nowhere to be found following the incident. It is believed he expired, fully collapsing into dust. The sandstorm moved north, hitting the city of Oran and remaining in place for roughly twenty minutes before moving into the water, disappearing into the Alboran Sea. While following the sandstorm, Foundation agents encountered and arrested member of the Salafist Group for Preaching and Combat Amari Saifi, responsible for the 2003 Sahara hostage crisis. This is believed to be unrelated to the phenomenon. It was later discovered that the incident described above was not unique to SCP-7752; dust composed of skeletal remains are said to have been expelled from the ground in at least eighteen other locations within Algeria, disappearing near or around other cities. While numbers aren’t accurate, it is believed the remains of tens of thousands of bodies disappeared in this manner. Hundreds of documents of the African Office of Occult Affairs regarding the massacre of Algerian tribes during the French Colonial period, which were then thrown into mass graves and hidden using antimemetic thaumaturgy were discovered shortly after within the Foundation’s archives. Review into the documentation is still ongoing, although at a low priority. Following a two-year period of no activity, SCP-7752 was reclassified as neutralized. Footnotes 1. The collective of information shared by all human consciousnesses. 2. African Office of Occult Affairs (AOOA) was Imperial France’s army against paranormal phenomena in their African Colonies, active from 1830 until 1962. 3. North Algerian ethnic group that predates the Arab, Spanish, and French conquest of the Maghreb region. As French military of the time referred to many ethnic groups as ‘Kabyles’, it is unknown whether these groups are true Kabyles, or other Berber ethnic groups. 4. A Beylik is a region controlled by a Bey, a chieftain of the Ottoman Empire. Algiers was divided in three Beyliks: Algiers, Titteri, and Constantine. 5. Armée de libération nationale, or National Liberation Army, was the military wing of the National Liberation Front of Algeria, active from 1954, until Algeria’s Independence in 1962. 6. People of French, or otherwise European descent who were born in Algeria during the French colonial period (1830-1962). 7. Massacre of pied-noirs in the city of Oran by the ALN following Algeria’s independence in 1962. Number of victims fluctuate between 95, and several thousands. 8. At the time, the Foundation wasn’t as well spread throughout Africa, and significant portions of their forces were also part of the armed forces of Foundation-allied countries. De Battisti was at the time a member of France’s Foreign Legion. 9. Laurent de Gouvion Saint-Cyr (1764-1830) was a military commander who fought the Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars, becoming Marshall of the Empire. Known for being one of Napoleon’s closest allies. 10. Plural of Sharif, term for any person who is a descendant, or claims to be a descendant of prophet Muhammad. Term was also used in the period for the rulers of the Kingdom of Morocco. 11. Term for independent Muslim states in North Africa, utilized since the 11th century. 12. Evil spirits mentioned in the Quran. 13. Jahannam is the muslim equivalent of hell. As-Sirat is a bridge that leads to Jannah (Paradise), which stands right above Jahannam, anyone who fails to reach paradise falling down the pit. 14. At the time, SCP-7752-A was affected by temporary blindness. It’s now believed he was afflicted with what is now known as conversion disorder blindness. 15. A Deylik is the territory equivalent to all Beyliks in Algiers, which is ruled by a Dey. Dey Hussein Dey was the last ruler of the Deylik of Algiers. 16. The invasion of Algiers began on June 14, 1830. Charles X, the King at the time, was dethroned on July 29 of the same year. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7752" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7752. Licensed under CC-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-7753 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7753 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7753 has been reclassified as Neutralized following Incident 7753.1. Description: SCP-7753 was a stylistic similarity seen in a number of poems ideated in close geographical proximity. Poems ideated during manifestation events were often descriptive in nature, and when subsequent manifestations were confirmed, were seen to describe the location of the manifestation immediately prior. SCP-7753 manifestations were recorded anywhere from minutes to days after one another and were incredibly short, meaning subjects were regularly incapable of processing the projected poem in full. Due to this, a majority of subjects processed SCP-7753 manifestations as brief mental images, collections of phrases, or forgot them entirely. International Foundation personnel employed the use of mild mnestics.Agents that recover memories. to monitor SCP-7753 manifestations for irregular contents. Poems uncovered from this process can be found in Addendum 7753.1..Poems collected internationally were translated to English, original interpretations are available upon request. Addendum 7753.1: Abridged Manifestation Log Note: Manifestation 7753/11 marks the first successful use of mnestics to recover SCP-7753 poems. Manifestation 7753/11 Area of Effect: Kenilworth, Illinois, USA Date: 26JUL2022 Sprigs that reach into the open sky and vines that whorl round to a choke between them in the underbrush a bird. Riding on unsettled air around the beasts that drive a road breaking through the woods. Scent thick because they're always here but never quite the same for each has set a mark somewhere far to reach. On a path with no end feel artificial winds awaken where another bird catches tailwind and soars. Note: 81 Manifestations omitted. Manifestation 7753/93 Area of Effect: Thüringen, Austria Date:30SEP2022 A hall of many faces often shed and built anew one more chance to start the beating heart of patrons passing through. Upon sheets of grey linoleum under lights that never fade what strange discovery hid within a solemn treasure of an age. Note: 164 Manifestations omitted. Manifestation 7753/258 Area of Effect: Heyfield, Victoria, Australia Date: 26MAR2023 There is no pool deeper than the reach of the sky where the stars lay drowning above. There is no night blacker than the deepest of depths where all mysteries freely reside. But still the fronts meet a paradoxical feat An achievement just on the horizon. Bond formed in a ring just further than all things where all fades in awe of blue. Note: SCP-7753 manifestations halted for approximately 3 months following Manifestation 7753/258. Investigations are ongoing. Addendum 7753.2: Incident 7753.1 On the 27th of May 2023, Site-357 experienced a series of back to back SCP-7753 manifestations starting with Manifestation 7753/259 at 0636. The timeline is as follows. Manifestation 7753/259 Time: 0636 Note: Manifestation 7753/259 was apparently "empty". Staff conscious at the time of manifestation became unresponsive, while remaining in the positions they were in before the manifestation event, for upwards of 3 hours. As Site personnel recovered from the initial manifestation, emergency protocols were put into place to mitigate a comprehensive breach potentiality. Manifestation 7753/260 Time: 0724 Winding halls and splitting paths web woven just below to veil the hidden treasures found within with cause and none. The stale air brushes gentle words inscribed upon the walls long sinking through the bricks and lost within with cause and none. SCP-7753 followed its regular content pattern for the next hour in Manifestations 7753/260-263..Example above, others omitted for brevity. Manifestation 7753/264 Time: 0843 CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND….Shortened for legibility. Site staff began to experience difficulty exercising their duties due to the sudden frequency and intensity of Manifestations 7753/264-327.Example above, others omitted for brevity. which took place over the next hour and a half. Manifestation 7753/328 Time: 1017 Entombing web stone prison sigil wrought to the dirt. Dampened echo of a whispered word. SCP-7753 suddenly shifted to low intensity expressions for Manifestations 7753/328-356.Example above, others omitted for brevity. set apart by approximately 10 minutes over the next 4 hours. Manifestation 7753/357 Time: 1424 The stale air held its troubled repose and still the sun rose. Following Manifestation 7753/357, SCP-7753 halted all activity. END OF FILE | Welcome, Dross | Currently viewing: Conversation history with TFlock. TFlock: Ever since the Incident last week I've been having weird dreams. TFlock: It's like I'm awake, on site, then I wake up again. TFlock: It's hellish. TFlock: Is this normal? TFlock: Is it another weird thing I have to keep track of? - Dross: no - TFlock: What? - Dross: no dream anomalies Dross: none that I know of - TFlock: It's getting really annoying Dross. TFlock: Whenever I get into a flow while working. TFlock: The concrete starts to superimpose over itself. TFlock: And the light starts to get too bright. TFlock: Kinda reminds me of the incident a few days ago? TFlock: Not really a fan of thinking about that too much. TFlock: Just going to forget about it. TFlock: Like I normally do… - TFlock: At least it gets better outside. - Dross: meet me in cafeteria b Dross: need to test something - TFlock: Ok? - new TFlock: Dross what was that all about??? TFlock: Did you figure out the dream thing??? > close > access 7753 | Processing request… > submit 7753_new.scp | Processing request… | Do you wish to overwrite the current file? > yes | Processing request… | Open updated file? > yes Item#: 7753 Level2 Secondary Class: damballah Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7753 is contained within Site-357. Investigations as to why this is the case are ongoing.1 Site-357 personnel may request aids for dampening SCP-7753's effect from on-site HR representatives. Description: SCP-7753 describes the manifestation of stylistically similar poems describing Site-357 into the minds of Site-357 personnel. SCP-7753 manifestations occur continuously across the entirety of Site-357, but are presently unable to affect subjects at or above standard brain activity. Site personnel may employ the use of meditation coupled with mild mnestics to receive SCP-7753 ideations. A poem uncovered from this process can be found in Addendum 7753.1. Addendum 7753.1: Manifestation Example Excerpt 7753:25JUN2023 As growing from the distant mount a mounting spectacle of light reborn anew now fills the sky in splendor high. Though rooted long in lonesome peat a wilting face encounters morn embracing now the vital view in silent awe. Still through the many subtle shifts of clouds that sprawl from gentle wisps and whisper tides of change sol still sole takes its eye. So as its fleeting arc admits beneath the far unchanging sky it hears in honored parting rays day will return. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7753" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7753. Licensed under CC-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: damballah-icon.svg Author: EstrellaYoshte License: CC BY 3.0 Footnotes 1. A Damballah class object is contained, but the methods and/or purpose of containment are unknown. |
SCP-7753 | neutralized | Item#: 7753 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7753 has been reclassified as Neutralized following Incident 7753.1. Description: SCP-7753 was a stylistic similarity seen in a number of poems ideated in close geographical proximity. Poems ideated during manifestation events were often descriptive in nature, and when subsequent manifestations were confirmed, were seen to describe the location of the manifestation immediately prior. SCP-7753 manifestations were recorded anywhere from minutes to days after one another and were incredibly short, meaning subjects were regularly incapable of processing the projected poem in full. Due to this, a majority of subjects processed SCP-7753 manifestations as brief mental images, collections of phrases, or forgot them entirely. International Foundation personnel employed the use of mild mnestics.Agents that recover memories. to monitor SCP-7753 manifestations for irregular contents. Poems uncovered from this process can be found in Addendum 7753.1..Poems collected internationally were translated to English, original interpretations are available upon request. Addendum 7753.1: Abridged Manifestation Log Note: Manifestation 7753/11 marks the first successful use of mnestics to recover SCP-7753 poems. Manifestation 7753/11 Area of Effect: Kenilworth, Illinois, USA Date: 26JUL2022 Sprigs that reach into the open sky and vines that whorl round to a choke between them in the underbrush a bird. Riding on unsettled air around the beasts that drive a road breaking through the woods. Scent thick because they're always here but never quite the same for each has set a mark somewhere far to reach. On a path with no end feel artificial winds awaken where another bird catches tailwind and soars. Note: 81 Manifestations omitted. Manifestation 7753/93 Area of Effect: Thüringen, Austria Date:30SEP2022 A hall of many faces often shed and built anew one more chance to start the beating heart of patrons passing through. Upon sheets of grey linoleum under lights that never fade what strange discovery hid within a solemn treasure of an age. Note: 164 Manifestations omitted. Manifestation 7753/258 Area of Effect: Heyfield, Victoria, Australia Date: 26MAR2023 There is no pool deeper than the reach of the sky where the stars lay drowning above. There is no night blacker than the deepest of depths where all mysteries freely reside. But still the fronts meet a paradoxical feat An achievement just on the horizon. Bond formed in a ring just further than all things where all fades in awe of blue. Note: SCP-7753 manifestations halted for approximately 3 months following Manifestation 7753/258. Investigations are ongoing. Addendum 7753.2: Incident 7753.1 On the 27th of May 2023, Site-357 experienced a series of back to back SCP-7753 manifestations starting with Manifestation 7753/259 at 0636. The timeline is as follows. Manifestation 7753/259 Time: 0636 Note: Manifestation 7753/259 was apparently "empty". Staff conscious at the time of manifestation became unresponsive, while remaining in the positions they were in before the manifestation event, for upwards of 3 hours. As Site personnel recovered from the initial manifestation, emergency protocols were put into place to mitigate a comprehensive breach potentiality. Manifestation 7753/260 Time: 0724 Winding halls and splitting paths web woven just below to veil the hidden treasures found within with cause and none. The stale air brushes gentle words inscribed upon the walls long sinking through the bricks and lost within with cause and none. SCP-7753 followed its regular content pattern for the next hour in Manifestations 7753/260-263..Example above, others omitted for brevity. Manifestation 7753/264 Time: 0843 CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND CONCRETE WALLS AND….Shortened for legibility. Site staff began to experience difficulty exercising their duties due to the sudden frequency and intensity of Manifestations 7753/264-327.Example above, others omitted for brevity. which took place over the next hour and a half. Manifestation 7753/328 Time: 1017 Entombing web stone prison sigil wrought to the dirt. Dampened echo of a whispered word. SCP-7753 suddenly shifted to low intensity expressions for Manifestations 7753/328-356.Example above, others omitted for brevity. set apart by approximately 10 minutes over the next 4 hours. Manifestation 7753/357 Time: 1424 The stale air held its troubled repose and still the sun rose. Following Manifestation 7753/357, SCP-7753 halted all activity. END OF FILE | Welcome, Dross | Currently viewing: Conversation history with TFlock. TFlock: Ever since the Incident last week I've been having weird dreams. TFlock: It's like I'm awake, on site, then I wake up again. TFlock: It's hellish. TFlock: Is this normal? TFlock: Is it another weird thing I have to keep track of? - Dross: no - TFlock: What? - Dross: no dream anomalies Dross: none that I know of - TFlock: It's getting really annoying Dross. TFlock: Whenever I get into a flow while working. TFlock: The concrete starts to superimpose over itself. TFlock: And the light starts to get too bright. TFlock: Kinda reminds me of the incident a few days ago? TFlock: Not really a fan of thinking about that too much. TFlock: Just going to forget about it. TFlock: Like I normally do… - TFlock: At least it gets better outside. - Dross: meet me in cafeteria b Dross: need to test something - TFlock: Ok? - new TFlock: Dross what was that all about??? TFlock: Did you figure out the dream thing??? > close > access 7753 | Processing request… > submit 7753_new.scp | Processing request… | Do you wish to overwrite the current file? > yes | Processing request… | Open updated file? > yes Item#: 7753 Level2 Secondary Class: damballah Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7753 is contained within Site-357. Investigations as to why this is the case are ongoing.1 Site-357 personnel may request aids for dampening SCP-7753's effect from on-site HR representatives. Description: SCP-7753 describes the manifestation of stylistically similar poems describing Site-357 into the minds of Site-357 personnel. SCP-7753 manifestations occur continuously across the entirety of Site-357, but are presently unable to affect subjects at or above standard brain activity. Site personnel may employ the use of meditation coupled with mild mnestics to receive SCP-7753 ideations. A poem uncovered from this process can be found in Addendum 7753.1. Addendum 7753.1: Manifestation Example Excerpt 7753:25JUN2023 As growing from the distant mount a mounting spectacle of light reborn anew now fills the sky in splendor high. Though rooted long in lonesome peat a wilting face encounters morn embracing now the vital view in silent awe. Still through the many subtle shifts of clouds that sprawl from gentle wisps and whisper tides of change sol still sole takes its eye. So as its fleeting arc admits beneath the far unchanging sky it hears in honored parting rays day will return. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7753" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7753. Licensed under CC-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: damballah-icon.svg Author: EstrellaYoshte License: CC BY 3.0 Footnotes 1. A Damballah class object is contained, but the methods and/or purpose of containment are unknown. |
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color: #fff; } /* Clicky links */ a, a.newpage, a:visited, #side-bar a:visited { color: var(--link-txt-color); } a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:visited:hover { color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); text-decoration: none; background-color: var(--link-txt-color); } a { transition-duration: 0.1s; } /* patch for sidebar media, collapsibles, ACS, info button and ayers module so link doesn't override */ #page-content .collapsible-block-folded a:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link a:hover, #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover, #side-bar .side-block.media a:hover, .danger-diamond a:hover { background: transparent; } .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%); 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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More by ThatGuy ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy and pertinent themes / mention of suicide. ⚠️ content warning ATTENTION ALL SITE-18 PERSONNEL The following file was discovered during a daily review of our system's archives. Its origins are unknown and under investigation. We are unable to delete the file at this time, likely due to an anomalous interference and/or glitch. Despite this, we request personnel ignore this designation for the time being. Thank you. — Site Director Iovanius Neer. ITEM# 7754 LEVEL5? I never got past 3. IS IT THAT Esoteric? WHY? Drygioni IT'S Dark DID YOU Notice link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level5 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7754 is contained within the Site-18 Chemistry Division's main laboratory, and is not to be physically interacted with by all personnel. As per [ESOTERIC] classification, removal of SCP-7754 is considered more of a risk than allowing the anomaly to remain in her current position. A quarantine zone within the laboratory has been established; entering the area for the purposes of collecting SCP-7754's belongings must be permitted by Director Iovanius Neer, and conducted wearing HAZMAT IX suits. Such suits have not yet been developed. Employment of the anomaly within the Foundation is to continue despite these restrictions; however, under no circumstances can she be permitted to move upwards in the hierarchy of the organization. As such, no personnel of a higher or lower clearance are to be informed of the significance presented by SCP-7754, or given an incentive to care. The entity is to be infrequently and inconsequentially monitored for signs of deteriorating mental health by the Human Resources Department, in coordination with Site Director Iovanius Neer, and several of her close contacts; close contacts still to be designated. She is to remain contained until inevitable retermination via natural causes. NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENTS OF DECOMISSIONING AND HUMAN RESOURCES Due to the current state of the anomaly's nature in relation to the continued existence of the Foundation, all proposals for movement or decommissioning of SCP-7754 are to be ignored. She will do it in silence. It’ll just be me. — Director [BLANKED] DESCRIPTION: SCP-7754 is the designation for Katherine Bartleman, the lead researcher within the Site-18 Chemistry Department. Bartleman performed what she perceived as the only remaining option on XX/XX/7754, and has since remained on the floor of ChemLab-D18-X. According to all investigations performed by people who didn't know her, two conclusions were reached: She is not deceased yet. Nobody seems to get it. Though appearing as just my hateful remains, I haven't gone away. The properties of what is now believed to be an anomalous entity manifest when in contact with any individual who learns anything about Bartleman. Upon doing so, they come to understand more information than they ever would have asked for. She will tell them. She tried to tell them. I will tell them. When I was 5 years old, my father passed away. I was never told why, and my mother could never really move on. I tried living in that house, but it would never really be a home. My interests were in chemistry; her interests were in late-night television and sobbing over photos of a guy who wasn't even around anymore. She never really moved on. It was just us until I graduated and got a job here. Then she was on her own. I never saw her again. I don't think she could ever have been proud of me. Maybe when I was 7 I didn't mind that; looking back, creating a mix of allergy medicine and orange juice isn't worth looking at with a gleam in the eye. But even as I grew up, it never came. Validation became something I was starved of, ever since the day he died. She couldn’t give it to me, and I was too young to have friends that could replicate it. Even as I grew up, that sense of worth never appeared. High school was easy. Didn’t matter. The structure was constricting, tearing through my exploratory nature and landing me behind a desk, sitting in front of a teacher that saw me as another distracted pupil. Not as a person. University was an experience most found enjoyable. I didn’t. I was gunning for a doctorate that ostracized me socially and drained me emotionally. Where was the time for parties? For friends? For visiting mom back in our home in the middle of that swamp? At least I graduated. Was it worth it? I don't know. | ADDENDUM 7754-1: TEST LOG | Even in the Foundation Where I was supposedly a high-prospect, top-of-class big-deal It wasn’t really much. There were other chemists. It was never about me When could it have been? There was work to care about, anomalies to explain or utilize. Maybe I’m selfish for thinking it should have been about me. When the work is so impressive, What’s the need for the face behind it? Was it worth it? Craving attention that would never arrive, swamped in an organization where the individual joins the cause? Who knows. It’s too late now. EXPERIMENT LOG 7754-5 Introduction of cyanide into the main communicative orifice of SCP-7754. Anomaly was terminated. Anomaly continues to exist in some form, despite intentions. | ADDENDUM 7754-2: INTERVIEW | FOREWORD: I had friends. Loved ones. Somewhat. PRESENT: A husband, a few coworkers, a Site Director. But: Life could only be a pleasure for so long. Richard: Was always doing something. Always out of the house, trying to make himself feel better, make himself feel more worth it. He had something to prove, but proving that something meant long nights alone. He could never see. I hope he’s okay now. And: If he was the most important person in my life, why was it that even he couldn’t be there to see me? Who could? Who should? Who did I expect to? I: Had friends. Technically. Parents are supposed to be the first grounds for testing your social skills. You learn to talk to people. I never did. There were people - Richard started out as a friend, I guess - but it was never really the same. They: Were only work friends. Conversations: Usually went something like, Friend: Having fun with your project? Me: Oh, it's going great. Lots of progress. Friend: Cool. Trying for the promotion again? Me: Um. Yeah. Hopefully it works this time. You? Friend: Happened last week, it was great! I'm transferring to another facility next week, new Director of Whatever the Fuck. Me: Wow, that's- Friend: I mean, it was a nightmare to get there. Really, you'd think with how many dumb people work in Whatever that it could've come sooner, but who cares. At least it's happening now. Me: Y-yeah. Acquaintance: It'll be terrific to get out of this shithole anyway. Nobody here knows how to fuckin' smile anymore. Awful. Me: (I don't respond to that) Acquaintance: And people keep lookin' at me weird, like, fuck, yeah, I got a ticket to a better world. Sorry you suck that much! Me: (No response either) Coworker: Buncha depressed fuckin' losers. Me: Uh. Coworker: Anyway, I better get going. Great conversation. And: Then they leave. Almost every conversation was some variation of that same exchange. They all felt that way, at least. Not: Even the Site Director was much help. AFTERWORD: SCP-7754 is no longer visible to personnel without Level 4 clearance or higher. | ADDENDUM 7754-3: HUMAN RESOURCES STAFF DOCUMENT | THEY DIDN'T EVEN TRY: WHERE WAS MY LIAISON? STAFF IN QUESTION: IOVANIUS "THE FOOL" NEER EMPLOYED AS: A site director. CURRENT LOCATION: The shithole he might have deserved. He started out fine. Came into this facility because of his father, I'm sure. A Site Director, as I understood it, was someone who was supposed to be the captain of the ship. In a small facility like 18 - relatively - they're supposed to be the one holding the crew together. Supposed to understand their workforce, like a manager. I guess most managers aren't very good at their jobs, though. Human Resources here was never good at their jobs either. The department as a whole was stretched too thin across the whole organization, but here… they didn't even try. That guy, Stamos, cared more about good-looking numbers than good-feeling people. Maybe I changed his ever-so-made-up statistic. I don't blame Neer for making me work. It's how a job functions. There was a bad containment breach, they needed me to fill in. That's all I was supposed to be good for, the leader of the chemists to carry the burden when a spill tears the skin off a young man's face. I saved them. Iovanius always said I saved them. I'm sure your father would have been proud. No need to show your face. He never paid the favor. Too caught up in ignorance to ask a simple question. “Hey, are you feeling okay? Do you need a break? Are you tired of being the only tool we have to solve any of our problems? Do you want to stop skipping therapy sessions you planned months in advance to pick up the pieces of someone else's shitty problems and burn yourself into the fucking ground as you spend hours and hours at a time surrounded by chemicals and waste that no regular person should be exposed to? Do you need to stop? He never asked. I never met the facility's supposed therapist. It could have been Iovanius or Richard standing behind that constantly closed door. Who knows. PERSONNEL FITNESS SCORE: XX / 100, qualifying past the necessary number of 1. MENTAL STABILITY TEST SCORE: XX / [ARBITRARY], qualifying past the necessary number of 1. CONCLUSION: Based on assessment score, and a lack of similarly qualified personnel, Katherine Bartleman has been deemed fit for usage within the Foundation. — Arnold Stamos, in ignorance of one Site-18. | ADDENDUM 7754-4: FINAL RESIGNATION NOTICE OF SCP-7754 | NOTICE TO THE DEPARTMENT OF HUMAN RESOURCES To those I no longer concern, I have/had decided to resign from my position of Lead Chemist within Site-18's chemistry division, active currently. I hope this does not come as an inconvenience. In recent weeks, after the disastrous chemical breach which harmed a significant number of our personnel, I have experienced things that only add to a current sense of unbelonging/distaste/worthless. As such, I feel as though this path is a necessity, for both my sake and the sake of our organization. There is no need to amnesticize. Goodbye. — K And for the fucking record, I hate working here. I hate these fucking gray walls, everyone acting like we're in a goddamn prison. I hate this organization and this building and this facility and its director and I don't care about holding my tongue about it anymore because I'm not scared about getting fired or transferred or dealt with or turned into some fucking D-Class and I HOPE YOU DON'T FORGET THIS BECAUSE IT'S THE FAULT OF THIS ENTIRE FUCKING PLACE THAT WE'RE EVEN HERE AND I'M EVEN RESIGNING AND So. Few people ever stop to ask why. More often, they ask what they could have done. It leads to the same answer anyway. It didn't have to be so complicated. I wish everyone understood that. Just needed him not to die. Just needed to make friends. Make friends, of all things! In middle school, in fucking high school, at work. I guess I made work friends. Not really. He could have been around more. Maybe actually tried to be a partner. Then again, he wallowed in the same kind of thoughts I did. Maybe we shouldn’t have ever been together, really, the minds we had. I couldn't tell you whether he stayed back. And what does it say about me? What I did? I saw the headstone. "Great Worker, Good Friend, Great Wife." What of that was true? A worker, of course, comes first. I supplied to your success, congratulations. A friend, how could I? To who? Who suggested that be added? It wasn't you, Iovanius. I know it wasn't. A wife? Who cares whether I was a good wife? I ate his mashed potatoes and felt something for him, but a good wife? I guess he decided that while out there in the field. Even after I'm dead on the cold hard floor of my office in that cold hard building. The fucking headstone couldn't even be about me. Laying in absolution, sinking away from it all. Tearing off the skin that held me back. Yes, those were tears. My own greatest enemy, wasn't I? No. I don't know what I'm still doing here. The poison acted slower than I would have liked. I haven't spoken to my mother in years. She wouldn't have much to say, I suppose. Might have asked why. Everyone did. Good question. I hope this works for you. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7754 does not require containment. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7754 is a star which appeared directly above Site-18 after the death of Dr. Katherine Bartleman. but stars go out all the time, right? « LIFE IS EVER TURNING » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7754" by ThatGuyThatTime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7754. Licensed under CC-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-7755 | safe | “Look to the stars, my friends, and you’ll hear it. The soul of the sky. It’s membrane is filled with love, and will let you hear them: those old rocks out there, dreaming of bedtime stories.” {$caption} Item #: SCP-7755 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7755 is stored within Locker-713 in the Non-Volatile Anomalous Object storage room of Site-48. Testing requires approval from two Level 4 researchers. Subjects who own or regularly interact with rabbits are barred from exposure to the anomaly. Description: SCP-7755 is a severed rabbit's foot. When in the physical possession of a person, SCP-7755 creates probabilistically unlikely occurrences that benefit the individual in question. SCP-7755 exhibits a secondary anomalous property in which all species of rabbit will acquire a hostile disposition towards the individual when in their presence. Initial Testing: SCP-7755's probability manipulation properties were thoroughly tested and determined to be identical to numerous other anomalies within Foundation custody.1 As such, the focus of this file is to document the object's secondary properties. Subject D-7331 was given SCP-7755 and exposed to various rabbits in order to determine any difference in reactions between species. Test 1 Species European rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus) Result The rabbit displayed body language typical of hostility: folding its ears back, raising its tail, and spraying urine on the subject. The animal additionally scratched and bit at the subject before being removed from the testing chamber. Test 2 Species Eastern cottontail (Sylvilagus floridanus) Result The rabbit continuously circled around the subject, biting at his heels. The animal continued this behavior until removed from the chamber. Test 3 Species Marsh rabbit (Sylvilagus palustris) Result Identical to test 2. Test 4 Species Forest cottontail (Sylvilagus brasiliensis) Result Identical to test 1. Test 5 Species Central African rabbit (Poelagus marjorita) Result Identical to test 1. 24 tests omitted. Test 29 Species Swamp rabbit (Sylvilagus aquaticus) Result Identical to test 1. D-7331 requested a temporary cessation of testing in order to take a shower. Request was denied. 5 tests omitted. Test 34 Species Florida White rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus) Result First notable deviation. In addition to typical hostile body language, the rabbit loudly rubbed its teeth together before screaming and charging the subject. While unable to harm the subject, it specifically focused its biting on his Achilles heel. The rabbit continued to exhibit hostile behavior for three hours following removal from D-7331's presence, though with less aggression. Test 35 Species Florida White rabbit; a different specimen from the one in Test 34 Result Identical to test 1. A physical and behavioral examination of the rabbit from Test 34 revealed no abnormalities. The specimen was determined to originate from Cape Canaveral, Florida, USA. As SCP-7755 was what revealed the abnormal behavior in the animal, it was decided a small team would be sent to Cape Canaveral to investigate potential anomalies,2 utilizing the object (in the possession of D-7331) in order to do so. The night prior to the team's leave from the site, a blackout within the dormitory wing occurred. D-7331 reportedly experienced a dream wherein he was woken up by a bright light emanating from his window (which his dorm does not have). An additional light shone from under his door, behind which an unintelligible voice could be heard knocking. The door unlocked, and right as it was about to open, D-7331 awoke in reality, power having been restored to the wing. Further abnormalities occurred at that time: personnel collectively experienced dreams pertaining to outer space; a large, indistinct mass was witnessed hovering above the site; and the sound of rabbit whimpering could be heard emanating from speakers. The rabbit from Test 34 was later discovered to be missing. Based on the above events, along with the fact spaceflights are frequently conducted at Cape Canaveral, it was hypothesized that URA-4627 is extraterrestrial in nature. Investigation of URA-4627: Personnel assigned to the investigation: Agent Mary Itō Agent Quinn Clancy Dr. Catherine Gordon D-7331 Preamble: Agents Itō and Clancy were assigned to look into records of current and past anomalies within the region. Dr. Gordon was responsible for studying any anomalous occurrences centered around D-7331 and trace their source. A local motel was used as a base of operations for the team. Summary of Initial Findings: Investigation of potential extraterrestrial anomalies had been largely unsuccessful, as the majority of occurrences were civilian sightings of SCP-994, SCP-████3 events, and one instance of SCP-5180. However, four possible leads were discovered: An evangelical sect of the Galactic Federation4 that was active within the area in early 1981. They were repelled from the region after a month, due to conflicts with Mortimer's Paw.5 The previously mentioned Mortimer's Paw, who possess knowledge of extraterrestrial anomalies discovered in the state of Florida. Due to the amiable relationship the Foundation has with the GoI, they would be contacted regarding the history of anomalies present in Cape Canaveral. A report of an extraterrestrial spacecraft that was sighted and shot down by PENTAGRAM6 on September 22nd, 1953. An individual, by the name of Aaron Jackson, claimed to have been abducted by an extraterrestrial in 1999, and again by a separate entity that same year. As Jackson's story was inconsistent with typical false leads, it was decided to be worth pursuing. Along with this, D-7331 observed multiple specimens of White Florida rabbit throughout the day; each encounter involved the rabbit staring at D-7331, before proceeding to scream at him and retreat from the general area. Additionally, small chondrite meteorites occasionally impacted the ground near D-7331, with a distance of 10-15ft from his person. Investigation Update 1: Records show there has been no evidence of Galactic Federation activity within Cape Canaveral since 1981. Additionally, members of the GoI have stated strong reluctance and outright refusal to reenter the area, due to "the lingering presence of the Simian Overmind's psychic visage."7 Communications were established with the leadership of Mortimer's Paw, who agreed to assist the Foundation in its investigation. When asked regarding abnormal behavior from Cape Canaveral rabbits, a cursory look into their records revealed infrequent sightings of glowing figures in the sky and open fields, followed by rabbits staring at witnesses from a distance. The team was granted permission to interview members living in Cape Canaveral, while the group itself searches through their historical records. Information regarding the 1953 Encounter was requested of the FBI Unusual Incidents Unit. The UIU agreed, on the condition the Foundation would provide them records [REDACTED]8 in return. This line of investigation would be temporarily paused while relevant personnel deliberated on how to proceed. Agents Itō and Clancy were permitted to use any cover story they deemed necessary to persuade Aaron Jackson to meet with them. The agents contacted Jackson, informing him they were members of a secret organization dedicated to researching paranormal phenomena, and desired to interview him regarding his encounter. Jackson agreed to meet the agents on Tuesday, two days time from the writing of this update. D-7331 reported a decrease in the amount of rabbit encounters but an increase in the frequency of meteorite impacts, in comparison to the previous day. Additionally, Foundation satellites observed an abnormal amount of meteorites traveling in the direction of Florida, the majority of which were destroyed by impacts with other passing meteorites. Investigation Update 2: Multiple member's of Mortimer's Paw were interviewed regarding unusual occurrences in Cape Canaveral. A common element of the stories provided were hallucinations of an astrological nature: such as a sunrise visible in the west, and an unknown constellation being the sole source of light in the night sky. While the previously recorded phenomena of rabbits and meteorites ceased to occur, D-7331 was subjected to an anomalous encounter while walking alone at night. His recounting of this event has been transcribed below: Alright, so. Uh… So, I had been feeling… a bit cooped up today. Well, given my job I hardly ever get a chance to catch some fresh air. So, I asked Catherine if it would be okay for me to go on a little walk, stretch my legs a bit. She gave the 'go-ahead', but said it had to be less than 20 minutes. Short-leash as always, but fine, I am the test subject after all. It was a nice night, so all I was gonna do was take a walk in the woods while she stayed here with her… trivia books, or whatever. I was having a nice little stroll, watching the stars, listening to the wildlife; relaxing. After a bit, I checked my watch and saw I was nearing 18 minutes. I knew Catherine wasn't gonna be anal if I was a couple minutes over. But I'm like, the designated "weird shit happens to" guy, so I didn't want to make her and the other guys worried, make their job harder. So I decided to head back and… I… couldn't remember which way I came. I hadn't been taking, like, a straight path; I was walking around, exploring, you know. I thought if I tried walking in the opposite direction, I'd see a landmark or a- or a ditch I'd recognize from the hike. But I didn't see anything familiar; I- I didn't recognize anything at all. So my first thought was, "shit, they're gonna think the rabbits or whatever got me." I mean… you guys have that tracking device chip thing on me, so you would probably just see me stumbling around in the forest and come get me. That calmed the nerves a bit. But I didn't want to just sit around and wait. I mean, what if something did get me… I- I looked to see if there were any lights in the distance, find my way back to town: there were no lights, pitch black in all directions. My stomach started to churn a bit. Then, I remembered, "well, the stars are out. I can just use the Big Dipper to find my way back." I looked up, and my stomach dropped: there were no stars, the only thing in the sky was this weird, white shape. Not the moon, it wasn't the moon. I couldn't make out what shape it was, but it definitely wasn't round. I stared at that thing for… probably not that long, I think. Then I saw it move a bit to the left, and my hairs stood on end. There was something in the woods with me. I was barreling through the forest, looking for… for- for anything! The park, a light, a person, anything. There was nothing, no exit. I ran. No exit. I ran. No exit. I ran, I could feel it getting closer. No exit. The shape was lower in the sky. No exit. I could feel hot breath all around me. I was too afraid to scream. Then I tripped over a big rock and heard a "oomp." I got up and looked behind me, and saw the rock fell into this… hole in the ground, lined with teeth. I got closer and noticed sound coming out of it, but it was all muffled. Like listening to someone with a sock stuffed in their mouth. Then I backed away from it, and bumped into another rock which fell into another mouth in the ground. Uh, this repeated 3 more times until I was just surrounded by a bunch of holes making muffled sounds. Then I saw the light of a streetlamp and, uh, walked out of the woods. Uh… yeah. The forest was later searched; no evidence of anomalous entities could be found. Investigation Update 3: After careful discussion, the Foundation acceded to the UIU's demands and were provided the requested records in exchange. Date: September 22nd, 1953 Event: An Unidentified Flying Object appeared in Cape Canaveral, Florida, USA. The Object was described as low-flying and covered in white fire. Due to the UFO's intrusion on American airspace, along with the potential harm it could cause to civilians, an order was made to ground it using anti-aircraft weaponry. Aftermath: The Object was successfully shot down and its remains retrieved. Due to the low amount of witnesses, memory suppressants were deemed unnecessary. RECOVERED ASSET #59 DETAILS: An anomalous aircraft of unknown make and manufacture. Retrieved by PENTAGRAM on September 22nd, 1953. GOAL: Reverse engineer the technology of the Asset for use in the U.S. Air Force. RESULT: FAILURE REASON: Disassembly of the Asset led to catastrophic loss of life, along with destruction of the Asset. SUBSEQUENT ACTIONS: The anomalous technology is undergoing incineration. The remains of DoD personnel have been immobilized and are awaiting dissection. The Entity has been buried. The following is a transcript of the interview with Aaron Jackson: Interviewed: Aaron Jackson Interviewer(s): Agent Mary Itō, Agent Quinn Clancy <Begin Log> [EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED] Itō: Wait, so… I'm sorry, could you describe the first one again? Jackson: She's like a doctor, though more… mystical. Like a spiritual surgeon, I think? She was removing "bad energy," or something, while also performing an actual physical examination on me. Checking my bodily systems, making sure everything was in working order. She even got rid of the cold I was having. Clancy: And you said she was hairy? What else did she look like? Jackson: Uh, well at first, she looked kinda short. Like a bipedal ape, or a Sasquatch with dwarfism. But then when she started doing the examination, her body extended. She was taller and lankier, and her hair became longer and shaggier. Her glowing eyes are the only part of her face I can see, at that point. Itō: And the other alien? Jackson: That one, that one is also a doctor, but he gives off a kinda veterinarian vibe. He also did an examination; I remember him taking this creepy, purple worm out of my body and putting it in a glass ball. I think he also said something about the sodium in my body? He was proportioned like a normal- like an average human. But he looks like a mummy, and instead of cloth wrapping it's some sort of plastic or rubber material. He never moved his legs, just hovered around with a stiff posture. And his arms moved in very jerky motions. Sometimes a glowing wire would be poking out from his back, other days there would be multiple wires sticking out of his bandage folds- Clancy: Wait. What do you mean by "other days"? Pause Jackson: You guys are used to strange stuff, right? Like, you're not gonna- Clancy: A friend of mine looks after a talking grapefruit with DID that makes speeches about societal change. Nothing's too out of the ordinary for us. Jackson: …Thank you. So… I wasn't just abducted that night. Those two have been abducting me repeatedly for the past 14 years. I never told anyone else cause I didn't want people to think I was crazier than I already am. Itō: Any idea why they keep abducting you? Jackson: It's cause they each keep doing something that the other one doesn't like. I remember, one time the mummy kept putting this tiny metal thing in my body, but then the hairy one would find me, take it out, then put something else in; it looked like a charm or talisman. Then the mummy would find me, take that out, and put his thing back in. They did this for 4 years before giving up, but then they did other things that annoyed each other. But the thing is, they aren't aware of each other; neither of them know who keeps undoing their work. I think it has something to do with their ships' cloaking devices. Clancy: Can't you just, tell them what's going on and explain the situation? Jackson: I- (chuckles) I would if I could, but I'm completely paralyzed whenever they abduct me. All I can do is lay there and listen to them rant about their day or talk about their life, like I'm at a hair salon. Itō: Hmm. How regular are their visits? Have you noticed any pattern over the years? Jackson: Well, early on it was pretty frequent, once a week I'd say. But over time it's become less so, I think it's because they have other patients who need attention. Presently, the mummy guy picks me up every 5 months, while the hairy lady's every 4 months. I've been seeing their ships around lately, which means I'm gonna get picked up in a few days. Itō: Let's see if Quinn and I can hitch a ride to the ol' doctor's office. <End Log> The agents proceeded to coordinate a plan with Jackson to allow them access to the spacecrafts during his next abduction. Investigation Update 4: The Agents were informed by Jackson that he believed he would be abducted tonight. Anti-somniac preventative measures were placed in and around Jackson's home, to protect Agents from incapacitation by the extraterrestrial. <11:03 PM>: Bright lights shine through the windows of the house, signifying the arrival of the spacecraft. Agent Clancy secures the nylon rope connected to both his and Jackson's harnesses. <11:04 PM>: A shaft of light, which appears to incorporealize all non-living matter within it, shines down through the roof and onto Jackson, who is now paralyzed. As Jackson is lifted upwards, Clancy puts on his cognito-suppression helmet and enters the shaft of light. Clancy climbs the rope as Jackson is pulled closer to the aperture of the vehicle. Before Clancy is able to reach Jackson, the latter passes the threshold of the aperture, which closes, leaving the Agent suspended outside. <11:07 PM>: The vehicle9 begins moving southward. Agent Clancy impacts multiple trees as he is dragged along with it. <11:09 PM>: The vehicle suddenly stops as red points of light appear on its surface, before resuming movement in an erratic manner.10 The vehicle performs bobbing motions in an attempt to remove Agent Clancy. As these fail, it switches to oscillating motions. <11:14 PM>: The vehicle travels to a nearby lake and lowers Clancy into the water. It then performs sharp, swinging motions; flinging Clancy in and out of the water. <11:19 PM>: The vehicle begins moving in single direction at high speeds before stopping suddenly. It repeats this action 6 more times. <11:23 PM>: The vehicle ceases calculated motions and starts flying around haphazardly. Agent Clancy impacts additional trees during this. At one point the vehicle collides with an unknown glowing object, which explodes into sludge.11 <11:29 PM>: As the vehicle continues its random movements, the mummy-like entity mentioned by Jackson becomes visible, looking through the aperture. The entity turns toward something inside, then back to Clancy, then back inside and back to Clancy again. They vocalize something to the Agent, but it is indecipherable. <11:30 PM>: The vehicle travels to an open field, lowering itself closer to the ground and decreasing its speed. While it does this, a robotic arm holding a bladed instrument is seen through the aperture. It severs the nylon rope, dropping Clancy 0.5 meters from the ground. The aperture fully closes as the vehicle disappears from view. <11:32 PM>: Clancy stands up before briefly vomiting onto the ground. The agent was recovered largely unharmed, suffering only minor bruises and slight nausea. Jackson, who was returned 3 hours later, was unable to recall the above events. He reported the entity made numerous, perplexed remarks regarding "some weirdo who attached himself to me." Investigation Update 5: As no useful information pertaining to anomalous occurrences had been gained from Mortimer's Paw, questioning was switched to knowledge regarding notable persons who lived in Cape Canaveral. While the majority of reported individuals were false leads, a figure by the name of Johnny Travers was deemed noteworthy to the investigation. The audio log pertaining to data gathered on Travers has been included with minor truncation, as the information contained within is relevant to the entire URA-4627 investigation. Investigation Update: Audio Log 5 Date: 13/06/2013 [BEGIN RECORD] [SUPERFLUOUS DATA REMOVED] Itō: Which brings us to Johnny Travers, an oddball compared to the people we just covered. He was described as an occultist with a fixation on astronomy, often talking to others about "cosmic ghosts" and "voices carried on celestial winds," among further ideas. Most people assumed he was just another start-up UFO cult leader, but judging by the things he preached, that wasn't the case. Most UFO religions hold a belief in aliens who will save the Earth through the use of advanced technology, and teach humanity how to better themselves. Travers never mentioned anything about interstellar races, alien technology, or even saving humanity. The stuff he was focused on involved "attuning to the faint sapience contained within celestial bodies." He was definitely spiritual, but his beliefs were too weird for others, so he became a bit of a social outcast. Clancy: It's also worth noting that his spiritualism reportedly began when he encountered "a star that fell from the sky," as an 11-year-old. Travers was born in early 1942, so his encounter lines up with the date PENTAGRAM shot down that UFO. Itō: Though it would be hard to verify that, as he died in a car accident in 1988. The only records of his beliefs that remain are a few notes and writings he made, and the memories of the people who had bothered to listen to him. Clancy: There are also some folks from Mortimer's Paw that remember a bit of the weird stuff he did- The door to the room opens and closes abruptly. D-7331: Hey, uh, guys, I think I'm being affected by, uh, ah- a memetic thing. A memetic thing or something. Itō: What? D-7331: It hap- I had just finished throwing out the trash, admiring how the moon looked. But when I looked down, I saw one of the rabbits. I know it's not that weird, like we've seen the rabbits before and they just scream and run away, you know? But this one was just like, in the distance, and then it started walking slowly towards me. I was creeped out, but I wouldn't have known something was up if this lady hadn't asked what the hell I was staring at. I pointed at the rabbit but she couldn't see it. I moved to some other people and asked if they could see it, and they looked at me like I was high and said no. Then a car passed between me and the rabbit, and the rabbit was, like, overlaid over the image of the car. Like I could see it through the car. And then I booked it here. Clancy: Where's Catherine? D-7331: She went to the truck to grab something that could help. Itō: Where is the rabbit now? D-7331: It's, uh… it's one block away right now. But getting closer. Clancy: I'll look through SCiPNET, see if it's similar to any skips we know about. Itō: I'll do the same. You're gonna be fine, George, don't worry. D-7331: Right. You're right. Yeah… The door to the room opens and slams shut. Gordon: I got 'em! Generalized memetic counter-agents. George, which direction is the rabbit? D-7331: That away. Gordon: Okay, sit down on the bed facing this way. Sound of ruffling paper. Gordon: I'm going to show you pictures, and each time I do, I want you to look at the rabbit and tell me if it's still there. Got it? D-7331: Got it. Itō: Does the rabbit look blurry at all? D-7331: No. Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331: I still see it. It's on this block now. Itō: Uh, do you see anything weird besides the rabbit? Like figures in your peripheral vision? Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331: Still see it, and no there's only the rabbit. Itō: Would appreciate some help here, Quinn! Clancy: I can't- the fucking- it won't let me connect! Itō: What do you mean it won't let you connect? Clancy: Fucking Florida internet, I don't know! Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331: Still see it. Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331: Still- whoa, oh geez that picture made me dizzy. Still there. Itō: Does anything happen when you look at it with one eye? What about when you cover your ears? D-7331: Uh, no, and no it's still the same. Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331 sneezes. D-7331: Wha- ah! Ah, pink goop! Pink goop! What? Why did that come out of me? What? Is that my brain? Gordon: No, don- Banging on a desk. Clancy: Come on! Itō: Could you not add to the stress, Clancy! Sound of paper ruffling, then scattering. Gordon: Damnit. D-7331: Uh, guys? It's almost at the door, and it's starting to not look like a rabbit anymore! Sound of papers being collected. Itō: Does it look like any family members or- D-7331: It's coming through the door no- WOAH! Gordon: What! What is it? D-7331: It… uh. It's… gone. Clancy: What do you mean, what happened? D-7331: It… got… aten. Eaten. Silence. Itō: By…? D-7331: The- the thing… the thing that ate it is still there, chewing it in its mouth. It looks like a Chinese dragon, made out of… paper mâché. A finger snap. Gordon: So that's where it went. [END RECORD] The entity that consumed D-7331's hallucination was an infovore produced by the Foundation, as part of a project aimed at creating controllable memetic lifeforms for the purpose of protecting personnel. Dr. Gordon had volunteered to host the entity in order to train it, as the current batch of Foundation-bred infovores were under a trial-run period in order to adjust their behavioral issues, such as transferring themselves to another host without permission. Investigation Update 6: Jackson alerted the agents that his next abduction was unexpectedly imminent. The agents arrived to find a disk-shaped spacecraft hovering over Jackson. As they did not have time to put on their harnesses, agent Clancy instead latched onto Jackson's body as he was pulled upwards, bringing them both into the vehicle. VIDEO LOG Date: 14/06/2013 Note: Footage was recorded by agent Clancy's helmet-mounted camera. [BEGIN LOG] The camera is momentarily blinded by light as it enters the ship. The camera adjusts to reveal a large, white room. The aperture below closes and a floating, rectangular platform appears from off screen. Jackson, who is either paralyzed or unconscious, is moved by an unknown force to lay down on the platform. This causes Clancy to fall on the floor. Clancy looks to his right and sees a short, hairy humanoid standing roughly a meter away. The entity's facial expression appears to be one of anger. They being to speak with a feminine voice. Hairy Entity: (In Spanish) What the fuck. Are you kidding me- are actually fucking kidding me? I have to deal with this shit now? Clancy: …What? The entity rubs their face with their hands. Hairy Entity: There's another patient I need to meet in 2 hours. I have a tank filled with bad karma that needs to be disposed before it congeals. Fucking bird traffic. And now I have to deal with some dickhead friend of Aaron's! Clancy: (In Spanish) You speak Spanish? The entity ignores him, continuing to rant in Spanish as their body gradually increases in height. Hairy Entity: Do you know how much shit I have on my plate right now? Too much! Way too much stuff for one person to handle! I've patients I need to take care of… Emotional psychic energy I need to redistribute… Fucking resonance crystals I need to grow and sell to actually make ends meet. Aaaaahhhg! The Guild used to be something, you know? We used to help people wherever they lived, cleanse souls from societal corruption. We used to do good until those wealthy humans showed up and started bribing Guild members to focus their talents on the rich. The organization is a joke now: working for the upper-class and selling snake-oil to the poor. Now I have to pick up the slack, all the while being harassed by paranoid governments and those creepy, big-headed assholes! The entity pants, having run out of breath. A portal suddenly opens and a mummy-like entity floats out, along with agent Itō who steps out. Clancy: (In English) Oh hey, Mary. Itō: Yeah they just came down to me, so I directed them here. The mummy entity speaks with an androgynous voice as they gesticulate with stiff motions. Mummy Entity: (In Ortothan)12 So you are the one who keeps messing with Aaron Jackson's body! Hairy Entity: (In Ortothan) Excuse me? I keep pathogens and dark spirits out of his body. Who in the world are you? Wait. You. You're the one who keeps sticking his body full of junk! Mummy Entity: They are not junk. They prevent various contaminants from entering his body. And you are one to talk; multiple times I have met with Aaron Jackson and discovered a drobalane13 infesting his body. Hairy Entity: (scoffs) Are you kidding me? Drobalane only hatch in the southern hemisphere of this planet. Mummy Entity: You are wrong. They only hatch in warm climates, such as where Aaron Jackson lives. You also say you are protecting him from dark spirits, but many times you have removed devices meant to ward off negative-vibration beings. Hairy Entity: Of course I did! Trying to prevent a negative planar attack is like trying to prevent spontaneous combustion! It's impossible! That's why I put the talismans inside his body, to ward off lower-vibration beings. Mummy Entity: It is better to have an all-encompassing ward than several specific ones. Hairy Entity: Those big clunky ones damage a person's aura! A pause. The mummy entity points at the hairy entity. Mummy Entity: Don't I know you? Is your name Vixiz?14 Hairy Entity: I don't- wait, 1O7al-P?15 Mummy Entity: Yes! Hairy Entity: Oh my gosh, haha! It's been so long. Mummy Entity: It indeed has. How have- Clancy: (In Spanish) If I could interrupt for just a moment. Since it seems like you two are on friendly terms at the moment, I would like to ask if either of you know anything regarding the rabbit population in this area? Any strange events you believe might originate from them? The hairy entity relays the question to the other entity in Ortothan, as well as translating their response. Mummy Entity: I remember an occurrence from 5 years ago. My ship alerted me that an unknown lifeform had somehow come aboard. As I searched for it, I felt a presence down the hall, coming from another room. The weight of this presence was… oppressive. I was too afraid to approach. After a while it left, and when I checked the security system, it pointed to a group of those creatures as the source. They were huddled around, doing something I could not determine. Hairy Entity: They were probably performing some sort of ritual. They're a spiritual group, and though I don't fully understand their beliefs or practices, I've seen enough to know they are extremely peaceful and timid. Perhaps… they sensed you nearby, and wanted to make contact? Mummy Entity: If that is the case, then why was their method of communication so intimidating? Hairy Entity: Well, a person tapping on a glass enclosure may intimidate the creature inside, but that doesn't necessarily mean the person is trying to be. A pause. Hairy Entity: You wanna grab something to eat, maybe some time next week? Mummy Entity: Yes. That sounds lovely. [END LOG] A local farmer reported to the police an incident that occurred on his land, wherein he was woken up by the screams of his cattle. When he went to investigate, he discovered the mutilated corpses of 3 cows. Each corpse showed signs of an organism having torn itself out of the body. The 3 cows were previously pregnant. On the same night, an unknown animal broke into the investigation team's motel. The creature was successfully killed after Agent Itō fired multiple gunshots into its head and body, with the agent only suffering moderate lacerations to her left leg. The corpses of two similar animals were discovered elsewhere in Cape Canaveral, one having been run over by a car, the other killed by a condor attack. Each animal possessed canine and arthropodal physical features. Investigation Update 7: The following is an excerpt from an interview with local resident Mabel Dailey, regarding knowledge on Johnny Travers: Dailey: Ask almost anyone who's met him and they'll say somethin' like, "Why, he was a kind young man," "The oddball who's always eager to help," "The school's local rabbit expert." I knew him as the sweet child, who helped me with gardening and loved bunnies. Though certain folks often talked bad 'bout lil Johnny; said he was dangerous, that he'd sacrifice ya to a dark god or some such if he ever got the chance. Most people were smart, didn't listen to that hullaballoo. But that didn't make it any easier for the poor kid. Dailey: Johnny was a good boy, just… eccentric, and very lonely. He saw the world different from everyone else, and wanted to share that with others. But no matter who he spoke to, people never connected with his ideas. I certainly didn't, though I would let him rattle on about "sky souls," or what have you, whenever he came over to help with my garden. I could only half-listen. I could never find it within me to fully engage with what he told. I think when Johnny realized that, he felt genuinely alone in this world. Dailey: The only true company he had, in the end, were his rabbits. So he spoke to the rabbits, and the rabbits listened. It was learned that Travers created a makeshift fort when he was a child, and would utilize this fort throughout his life. The team discovered a concealed rabbit burrow within the fort. A drone was sent into the burrow. EXPLORATION LOG DATE: 15/06/2013 [BEGIN LOG] The drone enters the burrow, which proceeds down an incline. As it travels deeper, a soft blue light of indeterminate source begins illuminating the tunnel. The drone observes numerous holes during its descent, but is unable to enter them due to its size. The dimensions of the tunnel gradually expand to the point where it can comfortably accommodate an adult human. The drone encounters a room containing weathered newspapers and drawings of astrological events. The drone encounters a room containing crosses, with each cross situated on top of a patch of dirt, and each patch possessing signs of a burial. At a certain point in the room, the crosses become remarkably cruder, with indications of animal activity on the dirt patches. The drone reaches the end of the tunnel: a room with 14 rabbits, sitting around in a circle. A hole in the ceiling is present, with the moon visible through it. The light of the moon shines down on the inner circle, where a reflection of its image can be seen. A glow appears above the circle, fading in and out before materializing as a grey-skinned figure. The oblong head of the entity is bare, while the body is covered in a mass of either feathers or scraps of cloth. Sharp, thin claws can be seen protruding from this mass. The rabbits all slowly turn in unison towards the drone. The figure opens its eyes, groaning with the voice of an elderly human. The groaning increases in volume before shifting into wailing. The wailing shifts into screeching, clipping the audio. The drone suddenly shuts down. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Manipulation of events that lead to generally beneficial outcomes for the recipient, such as finding loose money out in the open, experiencing favorable weather, avoiding premature death, etc. 2. Designated UnRegistered Anomaly-4627. 3. A series of anomalous television broadcasts that when viewed, impart a strong belief in extraterrestrial abductions/contact and interest in science-fiction concepts. 4. A Group of Interest based primarily within Chinese territories. The organization preaches a philosophy that combines Buddhism with Space Age Science-Fiction. 5. A minor GoI based in the state of Florida. The group describes themselves as warriors that protect Earth from extraterrestrial threats, and defenders of alien lifeforms stranded on Earth. 6. The occult branch of the Department of Defense. 7. Likely referring to SCP-████-N, an anomaly neutralized by the GOC in 1985. 8. Information regarding codename PURPLE HARVEST is restricted on a need to know basis. 9. Now identified as having a vertical, rectangular shape with four hemispheres on its underside. 10. It is assumed this is due to the nylon rope preventing the aperture from fully closing. 11. It was later learned that D-7331 was being stalked by the glowing object for approximately an hour beforehand. Analysis of the residue revealed it to be ectoplasm. 12. A language common among numerous extraterrestrial species. 13. Closest approximate translation of name. 14. Closest approximate translation of name. 15. Closest approximate translation of name. More From This Author More From This Author Crow-Cat's Works SCPs SCP-7547 • SCP-050-INT • SCP-6818 • SCP-6426 • Tales/GoI Formats SPC-6985: THE ANTI-SHARK • What does B stand for? • Other ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7755" by Crow-Cat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7755. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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Special Containment Procedures SCP-7756 is only to be stored or examined on a computer that has been entirely separated from SCiPNet or outside internet connection. The anomaly may be downloaded but after that the computer must be entirely quarantined. METATRON.aic is to scan the internet for instances of SCP-7756, taking down any posting that includes the anomalous file. Given the nature and content of the anomaly, this represents a significant threat to Normalcy and the continued operation of the Foundation behind the Veil Protocol. SCP-7756 must only be accessed by those with a high rating of memetic resistance; any researchers wanting to perform tests or access the anomaly must rate at least 4.9 on the Cognitive Resistance Value scale. Description SCP-7756 is an online digital security seminar produced and distributed by GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”) entitled “There’s No Place Like Home… Land Security.” The anomaly has been found linked to a number of posts on Reddit and other social media sites in the context of digital security. An account with username of VKTMNarrator has responded to numerous comments and posts on social media with links to the anomaly. The storage of SCP-7756 has been difficult to locate, even with the use of AICs – the link appears as homelandsecurity.vktm.org, but no such website exists. The content of the seminar includes sensitive data and images concerning the nature of the Veil in general and the SCP Foundation in specific. More importantly, those who access the link and participate in the seminar are subject to a significant memetic compulsion to do as the seminar instructs. Usually this results in completing the seminar without incident, but in one notable case it led to the arrest of a man in Detroit, Michigan for murder. ADDENDUM 7756.1 – Testing Log [Dr. Lillihammer1 turns on the dedicated laptop and activates the link to SCP-7756, downloading the file, and then engaging the security protocols to air-gap the device from SCiPNet. As soon as the laptop is secure and disconnected from outside sources, the starting screen of SCP-7756 flashes open in a window without any input by Lillihammer.] Lillihammer: Great, off to a good start. [The screen is suddenly overlaid with persistent weak static, but the cursor continues to operate as per normal. Lillihammer clicks on the image, starting the security presentation.] [On the screen a video appears of a computer monitor wrapped in barbed wire and set against the backdrop of a burning apartment building. A voice begins speaking on the recording.] Narrator: Welcome to “There’s No Place Like Home…Land Security,” Vikander-Kneed’s newest excursion in media excellence! We at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media take digital security seriously, and we thought we could share with you our best practices. Lillihammer: What the… I know that voice. Narrator: No, you don’t! Lillihammer: Yes, I do. And clearly you can hear me, Mari! Narrator: Let’s get started with the seminar! Lillihammer: Also, the sound isn’t coming from the laptop. It’s just surrounding me. Narrator: Please click on the next slide! Lillihammer: That won’t work on me. Narrator: [Sighing] Okay. What do you want to continue? Lillihammer: Admit who you are. Narrator: There’s No Place Like Home…Land Security. Lillihammer: We can do this all day, or you can play it straight with me. Up to you. Narrator: Fine. Mari MacPhaerson, Vice President of Public Relations, Vikander-Kneed. Now can we continue? Lillihammer: Yes. [Lillihammer clicks on the “next” button. Bringing up the following image.] Lillihammer: Oh, come on. Narrator: … Lillihammer: Hello? Narrator: What now? Lillihammer: You know what. How do you even know these things? Narrator: No idea what you’re talking about. Look, I don’t have all day and we’ve got at least forty-five more minutes left in this presentation before the quiz. Can we get started? Lillihammer: There’s a quiz? Narrator: Of course, there’s a quiz! How else are we supposed to know if you’ve learned the lessons of digital security? Anything else? Or can I start? Lillihammer: Go ahead. Narrator: Thank you. [Clears throat.] In order to reinforce the primary concepts of Digital Security, we’re going to cover six areas where we think your company’s practices can be improved… Fifteen minutes of footage are omitted for brevity. [When prompted, Lillihammer clicks through to the third slide.] Lillihammer: What just happened? Narrator: Time moves when we’re having fun! Lillihammer: It took you a quarter hour to read less than a hundred words! Narrator: Next slide! [Lillihammer sighs. She begins to tap her fingers against the surface of the desk in a rhythmic fashion. Several minutes pass. The narration doesn’t begin.] Lillihammer: I thought you didn’t have all day! Narrator: [Snoring.] Lillihammer: Are you fucking serious? Narrator: [Coughing and sputtering sounds.] What? Jesus, what time is it? Where am I? Lillihammer: Are you going to read the slide? Narrator: You can read this time. [Lillihammer’s fist clenches on the desk next to the laptop. Then she actually looks at the screen.] Lillihammer: Actually, that’s funny, we don’t use MFA. Narrator: Really! What do you do instead? Lillihammer: Classified. Narrator: Oh, come on, tell me. We’re girlfriends! Spill! Lillihammer: We. Are. Not. Girlfriends. Narrator: …Fine. Next slide. Three hours of footage are omitted for brevity. [Several dozen slides containing primarily mundane information about password strengths and the flagging features for suspicious emails. Of note, UI specific to SCiPNet systems is on display in these slides. Additionally, Dr. William Wettle’s password is noted as a particularly strong one.]2 Lillihammer: I thought you said there was another forty-five minutes left? We’ve been here for hours. Narrator: Lillian, I don’t know how to tell you this, but it’s only been ten minutes. Lillihammer: No, it hasn’t! [Holding out her tablet, utilizing a stop watch feature.] It’s been literal hours! Narrator: What is time? Aren’t we having fun? Lillihammer: You better hope we’re never in the same room again. Narrator: That’s the spirit! Next slide! [The Narrator reads the slide without editorializing.] Lillihammer: What does that have to do with digital security? Narrator: What do you mean? You shouldn’t reveal company secrets, that’s the simple baseline of all digital security. Lillihammer: It’s actually possible to divulge secrets without using any technology, you know? Narrator: Sounds like someone who has some experience in divulging company secrets! Lillihammer: I repeat, what does this have to do with digital security? I swear to god Mari, I will shut this laptop down and go home. [The Narrator whispers something unintelligible.] Lillihammer: What was that? Narrator: This was a contract gig. Lillihammer: Is this almost over? Narrator: Nope! Next slide! Approximately ten minutes omitted for brevity. [The presentation proceeds through half a dozen slides concerning the identification of phishing emails. Throughout the presentation, the internal Site-43 SCiPNet message system is utilized as visual examples.]3 Lillihammer: I’m a memeticist, I know how to spot a fucking phishing email. This presentation is literally killing me. Narrator: Can you describe the pain you’re experiencing? On a scale from one to ten, how bad is the pain? Lillihammer: Next slide! [Several slides are moved through in silence, explaining the process by which one should dismember and hide the remains of a human body. Neither the narrator nor Dr. Lillihammer speak during this period. The slides contain the following information: “1) Wrap the body in plastic tightly, several layers of food plastic wrap would be best.4 2) Using a serrated cutting implement, disconnect the feet, hands and head.5 3) Place the wrapped bundles in a bathtub or large plastic vat, pour hydrochloric acid over the top.6 4) Take the leftovers and mix with lye, then bury in your neighbor’s back yard. 5) Repeat.7”] Lillihammer: Jesus, was that a threat? Narrator: What do you mean? Lillihammer: You’re using comatose or dead Foundation personnel of note as examples of how to dismember a fucking body. So, is that a threat? Narrator: Those were actors, VKTM makes entertainment not snuff films! Lillihammer: I’ve met Clef, that was Clef. Granted, he’s unpleasant but this feels targeted. Narrator: No no no. Come on. You’re suspending your disbelief a little too intensely, Lillian. Lillihammer: What are you talking about? Narrator: I’m going to the next slide. Lillihammer: No, explain what you meant. Narrator: Special effects! That’s what I meant. Lillihammer: Special effects? Narrator: Squibs! CGI! That sorta thing. [Lillihammer sits silently.] Narrator: I’m moving onto the next slide. Lillihammer: Whatever. Lillihammer: Come on! What about that? Narrator: We are pretty scared of PETA. Lillihammer: I hate this assignment. Narrator: It’s ok, because it’s time for that quiz! Lillihammer: Wasn’t there another section left? Narrator: I don’t think so. Lillihammer: Yeah, “Keeping your systems up to date.” Narrator: Do you keep your computer updated? Lillihammer: Yes. Narrator: Great! I’d say that’s a lesson learned. Ready for a quiz? Lillihammer: Just get it over with. Narrator: Love that energy. Narrator: What do you think? Pick the most correct answer. Lillihammer: … Narrator: Well? Lillihammer: … Narrator: Jesus, come on. Aren’t going to guess? Lillihammer: It’s D! Narrator: Oh, I’m sorry! But we would have accepted any of the answers A, B, or C. D is obviously the wrong answer. Lillihammer: I know. Narrator: Next Question! [Lillihammer gets up from the computer, turns out the light in the testing chamber and exits the room.] Narrator: Well, what do you think? [Roughly thirty seconds pass.] Narrator: Come on, Lillian. It’s the last question! [Roughly thirty seconds pass.] Narrator: Lillian? [Roughly thirty seconds pass.] Narrator: Hello? END OF LOG Footnotes 1. Highly resistant to memetics, Dr. Lillihammer has been assessed with a Cognitive Resistance Value so high that she is practically immune to memetic effects. 2. During the presentation Wettle’s password is revealed to be 321passowrd! [sic] The Identity and Technocryptography Section of Site-43 issued Dr. Wettle a citation for mandatory password strength training. Afterward, his password was changed to 456letshitthebricks@$$. This was found to be acceptable. 3. At one point, an email by Site Director Allan McInnis is shown being written in real time through use of a video file embedded in a slide. Dr. Lillihammer paused the test to contact the Director and confirm the contents of his email. Those sections of the recording have been omitted from the official record as well as from this transcript. 4. A video of a comatose Dr. Alto Clef slowly being wrapped in thin sheets of plastic then bound in duct tape plays in this slide. 5. A pair of hands grip the body and places a hacksaw against the left ankle and then begins to saw back and forth until the limb is detached from the leg. The video then plays through a montage of further cuts until both feet, hands and the head are detached. 6. The video plays at ten times speed as the body parts are slowly dissolved. 7. 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SCP-7757 | safe | The following document contains information that is verifiably untrue. No Foundation Site-⌘ exists in any recorded documents. The document is currently under review for memetic hazards. The source of the file is currently unknown. PROCEED WITH CAUTION + Continue - There is no going back. WARNING THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT CONTAINS SEVERAL EXISTENTIAL DESTABILIZATION INDUCERS | DO NOT CONTINUE WITHOUT RECITING THE FOLLOWING WHILST UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF GRADE 4+ AGNOSTICS. One is only as real as they want to be. To seek reality is the errand of fools. I am a fool. Steven Hayes is not. Item#: 7757 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7757's influence being restricted to Site-⌘ personnel by nature, no significant actions are to be taken in response. The spread of information about SCP-7757 is to remain limited to Site-⌘ personnel exclusively. Any individuals that do not meet that criteria and are found to possess knowledge of SCP-7757 are to be detained at Site-⌘. "Steven Y. Hayes" is to remain on the Telecommunications Monitoring Office's list of keywords. Any request by non-Site-⌘ personnel seeking the meaning of this term are to be denied. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless. Description: SCP-7757 is the general consensus among staff at Site-⌘ that a researcher by the name of Steven Y. Hayes, referred to here on out as SCP-7757-1, was at some point employed by the Foundation, despite no record of any personnel under that name. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless. Site-⌘ staff under the influence of SCP-77571 will typically attribute the following characteristics to this supposed entity: - SCP-7757-1 is male. - He is 1.9 meters tall. - He has short brown hair, blue eyes, and pale complexion. - He is originally from Sofia, Bulgaria. - He was Site-⌘'s director of Intangible Anomalous Applications (IAA). - He was hired by the Foundation in 1998. - He is quite reclusive. - He is quite fond of chess, though not particularly good at the game. - He mysteriously disappeared at some point in mid-2019. Other details are often included as well, though with significantly less consistency. In an attempt to prove the existence of SCP-7757-1, staff will often try to procure photographs to show the unconvinced, despite no only one pieces of media depicting SCP-7757-1 having been successfully recovered. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless. Stories pertaining to interactions with SCP-7757-1 are often brought up by those affected by the anomaly, which can often be corroborated by other affected personnel. The abundance of shared conceptions and memories of SCP-7757-1 have led researchers to believe the entity has a presence in the localized noosphere of Site-⌘, though this hypothesis has yet to be proven. Amnestic and mnestic agents have been shown to have no effect on SCP-7757. Addendum 7757.1 - Interviews: Interviewer: Sr. Researcher B. Randall Interviewed: Dr. Thom Evans [BEGIN LOG] B. Randall: Now, Thom, could you please tell me a bit about your experiences with 7757-1? Dr. Evans: Oh, Steve? He was great, man. Really funny, too. If you had joined the team a few years back, you two would've got along damn well. B. Randall: Do any interactions stand out? Dr. Evans: We went fishing once. He was like, really good at it. It was, I wanna say a bonding exercise. Dave probably set it up. You know Dave, always tryna get us to do things outside of work. He caught a few salmon before a time loop caught up to us. We dealt with that though. Nothing too in of the ordinary. B. Randall: What makes this moment stand out? Dr. Evans: Well I didn't really talk to him that much to be honest. He was always holed away in his office. Room 19½2, if my memory serves me well. Up until that point, I don't even think I had had a full conversation with the guy. That day, though, he truly got out of his comfort zone. Lovely guy, really. I have some photos if you wanna see. [Evans reaches under the floor, grabbing his smartphone. He opens the photo app, but finds no images depicting SCP-7757-1. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless.] Dr. Evans: Jeez, I swore I had a couple of pictures from that day. Shame. [The smartphone disintegrates into a pile of gray dust, which Evans promptly puts in his coat pocket.] B. Randall: What did he look like? Dr. Evans: Brown hair, kind of slicked back. Gray-blue eyes. Not that much taller than you. Whiter than garlic. Always wore a lab coat with olive khakis; at least, that's all I ever saw him in. He was nearing sixty last time I saw him, but didn't look it. Kind of a baby face. No beard. No graying in his hair. Nothing. B. Randall: What did he do? Dr. Evans: Like, job-wise? B. Randall: Yes. Dr. Evans: Jeez, I don't really remember too well. I think it must have been something about applied surrealism. I remember him doing a lot of work with stuff we couldn't sense. I sat in on one of his meetings with that ghost we have in Site-⌘. Kind of a one-sided conversation to be honest. B. Randall: Anything else you'd like to say about him before this ends? Dr. Evans: He didn't like eggs too much. [END TRANSCRIPT] Interviewer: Sr. Researcher B. Randall Interviewed: Tom Wilkins [BEGIN LOG] B. Randall: What was your relationship with SCP-7757-1? Wilkins: I don't know what you are talking about. B. Randall: Does "Steven Y. Hayes" ring any bells? Wilkins: Oh that guy. Yeah, I know him. What ever happened to him? B. Randall: I am not able to disclose that information. Wilkins: In a mocking voice Oh we can't tell the janitor anything, even though he was a bloody senior researcher back at Site-152. He wouldn't understand what we do here. B. Randall: This has nothing to do with your position. Wilkins: Yeah right. B. Randall: Are we going to get through this, or do you want to go back to cleaning up that fractal in the hallway? [Silence.] B. Randall: That's what I thought. Now, what was he like? Wilkins: Steve? I can't really say too much about him. He told me when there was a parallel universe clogged in the toilet sometimes, but beyond that we didn't really talk too much. He was always in that office on the second real floor. I never had to do much cleaning there, he tended to keep it tidy. I do remember that he had a mini-fridge with some really nice wine in it. There was also that chessboard that kinda freaked me out. I don't know why… something about it. B. Randall: What did he look like? Wilkins: Clean-shaven, brown hair, pretty tall. That's about all I remember. B. Randall: Any notable interactions? Wilkins: Not many. The only one I can really think of was that time that he stood in the corner of that meeting room during an anticonference. He didn't say anything, just kept staring at the ceiling. He looked terrified. I asked him what was up. He just said "Nothing." Not in a dismissive way or anything; he seemed genuine. Come to think of it, that was probably the last time I really remember seeing him. B. Randall: Interesting. Anything else? Wilkins: Not really. B. Randall: Okay. Now go clean up that fractal. I nearly fell into it this morning. [END TRANSCRIPT] Addendum 7757.2 - Recording: On October 52, 2021, a video of an entity matching all known descriptors of SCP-7757-1 was found in Site-⌘'s media folder. The video was dated to July 5th, 2019, with no source being available. The following is a transcription of that video file, which has not been attached due to potential memetic hazards. [SCP-7757-1 sits at a table, playing a game of chess on a magnetic board in front of him] SCP-7757-1: I'll warn you, I have been practicing since we last played. Unknown Voice: Yeah? You finally learn a real opening? e4 SCP-7757-1: e4? You're just as basic as I remember. e5 Unknown Voice: If it ain't broke. Knight f3 SCP-7757-1: sarcastically How innovative! Knight c6 [Silence] Bishop c4 Unknown Voice: You're not real, ya' know. Knight f6 SCP-7757-1: I've worked here long enough to know that nothing is real. Knight g5 Unknown Voice: You know that's not what I mean. d5 SCP-7757-1: I don't know anything. exd5 Unknown Voice: True. Knight xd5 SCP-7757-1: Well what do you mean? Knight xf7 Unknown Voice: You don't exist. King xf7 SCP-7757-1: I'm sorry? Queen f3+ Unknown Voice: This world around you, what you see, it's not real. King e6 [SCP-7757-1 turns to the wall, which has become slightly translucent.] knight c3 SCP-7757-1: What the fuck? knight e7 Unknown Voice: You've spent your whole world working what's real. Crazy to think that you're not, right? O-O [Silence.] d4 SCP-7757-1: I… King d6 Unknown Voice: You are merely a figment of someone else's mind. Bishop g5 SCP-7757-1: Simulation theory… Bishop e6 Unknown Voice: Not quite. Rook fe1 [Silence.] exd4 SCP-7757-1: But I have consciousness! Knight e4+ Unknown Voice: Do you? King c7 [Silence.] Queen g3+ SCP-7757-1: Who are you? King b6 Unknown Voice: It doesn't matter. I'm less real than you. Queen b3+ SCP-7757-1: Why are you telling me this now? King c7 Unknown Voice: Because you are ready. Queen g3+ SCP-7757-1: For what? king b6 Unknown Voice: Oblivion. knight d6 [SCP-7757-1 is trembling.] Queen d7 Unknown Voice: You've served your purpose. You were good for what you were, you're just no longer required. This story can go on without you. a4 [Silence.] a5 [Silence.] Queen e5 [Silence.] Knight g6 SCP-7757-1: timidly What happens now? Queen xd4+ Unknown Voice: Absolutely nothing. c5 SCP-7757-1: What do you mean? Queen d3 Unknown Voice: It's done. This is it. You're gone. You'll feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing, think nothing. A soulless, formless, mindless, nonentity, floating in the seas of Aether. Queen xd6 SCP-7757-1: Is there anything I can do? Rook ad1 Unknown Voice: Nothing can't do much. I'd say you have a day left of reality, or more accurately, the lack thereof. h6 [Silence.] Rook xe6 SCP-7757-1: I've spent years studying that which doesn't make sense. I've devoted my life to the absurd. I've looked right at what isn't real… Queen xe6 Unknown Voice: A fitting end, isn't it? Bishop xd5 [Silence.] Queen d6 [Silence.] Queen b3+ [Silence.] King a7 [Silence.] Queen xb7# Unknown Voice: Checkmate. [SCP-7757-1 reaches his hand out in front of him for a handshake with his opponent, but no one sits at the other end of the table. The only thing in front of him is a mirror. There is no reflection.] Footnotes 1. ~9/8 of total Site-⌘ staff. 2. Though plans to make a Room 19½ have been made, they have not yet come to fruition. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7757" by Some Reference, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7757. Licensed under CC-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-7759 | pending | ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } {$caption} Swordlover87 SCP-7759 - T is for "Transmission" More by this author Item №: SCP-7759 Special Containment Procedures: Not yet finalized; SCP-7759 represents an ongoing containment crisis. Information regarding the anomaly’s casefile shall be restricted to L-4 clearance until further notice. The profile of SCP-7759 is presently being developed by the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA) and Project Heimdall staff. UPDATE 10-23-43: All Foundation sites possessing radio receivers have been placed under indefinite lockdown. Incoming signals, regardless of their apparent source, are to be treated as hostile anomalous vectors. Description: SCP-7759 refers to the former FSS HADES-01, a Foundation-built space station located in the Kuiper Belt. SCP-7759 was originally intended to function as a containment site for particularly high-risk SCP objects, as well as a forward operating base for acquisition and study of other extraterrestrial anomalies. Initial construction and crewing of SCP-7759 were performed in 2034, and the station operated without issues for nearly a decade. However, in late 2042, a disaster of unclear nature occurred aboard SCP-7759. The inciting event appears to have been a modulated radio transmission received by SCP-7759’s telescope array. Shortly after the signal was reported, outgoing missives became fragmentary and panicked, seeming to imply the sudden invasion of an unknown agent which was causing mass structural damage within the station. All contact with SCP-7759 was lost shortly thereafter. In order to determine the cause of these events, High Command authorized an exploratory probe mission. This resulted in a catastrophic loss of assets: as the probe approached SCP-7759, it was rapidly subsumed and destroyed by an indistinct mass which emerged from nearby docking ports. It is presently believed that SCP-7759 has been integrated with, or assimilated by, a swarm of extraterrestrial nanotechnology. These devices are self-replicating at a rapid rate and drastically altering SCP-7759’s layout — repurposing existing infrastructure in addition to fabricating entirely new additions via raw materials from nearby asteroids. The full extent of SCP-7759’s modifications are unknown, but the following has been ascertained: SCP-7759’s exterior has been heavily reinforced with layers of metal shielding, presumably sourced from ore-rich asteroids. Numerous clusters of radio equipment are installed across the hull of SCP-7759. It is estimated that 50% of these emitters are active at any given time and broadcasting to unknown parties. Notably, some are similar in design to the standard comms package used by Foundation exploratory probes. Certain sections of SCP-7759’s hull are perforated by deep, perfectly rounded holes which emit high quantities of blackbody radiation. The exact function of these holes is not yet known; they may represent a form of waste heat disposal or camouflaged weaponry installation. All viewports have been occluded from the interior by a dark substance, which appears to be in constant motion. Flashes of red light can occasionally be discerned. SCP-7759 as a whole has grown in size by approximately 30%. New modules are fabricated and incorporated into the structure on a bi-monthly basis; while the purpose of these modules is uncertain, they appear to follow standard Foundation construction guidelines. Analysis of what is occurring inside SCP-7759 has proven highly difficult. Remotely operated probes are typically only able to submit small amounts of information before they are destroyed; recovered images appear to show large-scale industrial operations using a mixture of unknown devices and modified Foundation technology. It is unclear if this indicates higher intelligence on the part of SCP-7759 or is simply programmed behavior. Curtailing the anomaly’s expansion, in particular before it develops spacefaring capabilities, is considered an urgent priority. Addendum 1 (FIREFLY Project): The primary obstacle to directly exploring SCP-7759 is signal lag. Any information transmitted to or from the Kuiper Belt is subject to a severe delay; as a result, probes sent to SCP-7759 cannot be operated in real time. Any successful exploration would require instant communication between the exploring agent and Mission Command. Recent breakthroughs in paratechnology yielded one possible solution: an experimental psionic interface which, via [REDACTED], allows complex machinery to be operated through a mental link with a living being. The consciousness of the operator essentially inhabits the device in question — permitting exchange of observations and instructions with no delay. While not yet approved for widespread use, this technology was deemed of interest to the containment of SCP-7759, and ultimately implemented into an unmanned space probe codenamed FIREFLY. The probe’s primary mode of thrust is a pair of contained ion drives; to ensure its survival within SCP-7759, it is electromagnetically shielded and equipped with EMP saturation weaponry. The FIREFLY probe was launched in September of 2043 and reached its destination in October, at which point it was inhabited by a volunteer on Earth. Consult Addendum 2 for findings. Addendum 2 (Exploration): Initial stages of the mission proceeded without issue. As it approached, FIREFLY reported unusual but ultimately harmless phenomena: <T+00:13> Devices arrayed around primary docking port of SCP-7759, resembling weapon embankments. Was tracked by said devices during approach; however, no shots were fired. Experiencing a sensation of being watched. Most likely psychosomatic. <T+00:15> Red light visible within SCP-7759. Source unknown. Proceeding with caution. Initially, FIREFLY’s EMP weaponry proved highly effective against the nano-constructs inhabiting SCP-7759. The probe was thus able to largely avoid damage. Over the course of its exploration, it noted a number of unusual occurrences. <T+00:23> Layout highly variable. Station modules are relocated frequently, often with no regard for their inhabitants. <T+00:31> Behavior of SCP-7759 nanites inconsistent. Some constructs passively observe. Others respond to my presence with overt hostility. <T+00:39> Passed through botanical bay. Hydroponic planters apparently being maintained meticulously — all empty. <T+00:44> Almost all heavy containment cells vacant. Two in use. Sole contents were inert piles of regolith. <T+00:53> Several humanoid constructs occupying research bay; engaged in mutilating one another with makeshift tools. <T+00:55> Correction to previous report. Constructs appear to be mimicking a dissection. SCP-7759 began to exhibit increasing hostility over time, apparently taking more drastic measures to destroy the FIREFLY probe. Reports became brief and vague as the danger of the situation escalated; as such, many of the ensuing events are still under investigation. <T+01:04> Widely distributed swarms being deployed. EMP saturation only effective at close range. Outer chassis incurring gradual erosion damage, apparently on a molecular level. <T+01:27> Traveled through data center. All computer servers subsumed by metallic growths, composed of interlocking plated segments and lengths of fiber-optic cabling. Presumed large-scale nanite construct. Growths appeared to slowly undulate; possible visual artifact. <T+01:43> Rightmost sampling arm severed by abruptly closing bulkhead. <T+01:45> Attacked by ~200 fabricated copies of own sampling arm, emerging from wall seams and exposed circuitry. Heavy damage. Repairs urgently needed. Fleeing to auxiliary airlock. <T+02:13> Unable to find auxiliary airlock. Restructuring of station layout presumably responsible. <T+02:24> Entered unknown module. It is believed that this module was the station’s fabrication plant, extensively modified from its original form. A spike in the subjectivity of reports was noted at this point. <T+02:25> Visibility sub-optimal. High density of nanite swarms and macro-scale constructs, some appearing similar to lost sampling arm. Restricting my movement and gradually pulling me forwards. Glaring red light ahead. Request assistance or guidance. <T+02:27> Light source is a massive pillar composed of nanites. Surface of pillar is shifting and rippling; fabrication devices appear to have been integrated into its interior; constant activity producing the red light seen earlier. Occasional bright flashes accompanied by high production of nanites. Request assistance urgently. <T+02:30> Center of pillar is opening. The arms are lifting me towards it. Request assistance. Please. Further details could not be obtained; at this point, the FIREFLY operator on Earth began to seize and thrash uncontrollably. Subject was quickly restrained by attending personnel so as to prevent self-injury. It was found that, due to an unprecedented amount of negative sensory input, the operator’s mental link with FIREFLY could not be severed without risking severe psionic backlash. They were remanded to the medical wing and kept under watch. The subject remained entirely unresponsive to outside stimuli, displaying only brief periods of lucidity during their seizures. Coherent excerpts are attached below. "There’s probably a good reason you haven’t brought me back yet. I-I get- I… can’t see, Command. A… a thousand needle teeth are eating me alive. I can feel them in my head. I’ve lost three birthdays already. My father’s face. My fff… all my water egress training. How long will—?" "They didn’t kill the crew, you know, just, just repurposed their bodies. What they had in their heads was more important. [Unintelligible] That’s what they want, don’t you see? They want to understand us and— and they’re devouring us to do it—" "I get it now. Secure, contain, protect. Of course they’d try to do things our way. They wanted us to send them our best tech. It was a sampling transect. We’re so stupid. So fucking stupid. God. God." "You start to see the predator’s point of view… way down in its digestive tract. (Laughs) They’ve lived for longer than we can imagine, riding the signals. Seen everything. Living nebulas, [unintelligible] moons covered in black mold. And they want more. They’re so hungry, so hungry…" "Parabolic arc… slingshotting off Jupiter’s Lagrange point… when can I go home, Command? If you turn your ears to the sky, you’ll understand. The singing in the stars. All for them." [Laughter, transitioning into toneless humming and tongue clicking over forty-five minutes] "Listen." Further attempts at communication were ineffectual. In the interest of denying SCP-7759 further access to Foundation intelligence, subject was terminated via gunshot; their remains continued to spasm until incineration. Addendum 3 (URGENT UPDATE): SCP-7759 has begun to accelerate out of the Kuiper Belt and directly towards Earth. Its method of thrust is unclear; however, particle emissions have been observed which are consistent with controlled ion propulsion. Orbital trajectory measurements indicate that the anomaly will reach its destination within six months. Concurrently, a number of Foundation facilities received transmissions from SCP-7759. These facilities are now under Class NK quarantine due to the rapid appearance and spread of hostile nanotechnology, evidently originating from on-site fabrication plants. Reclassification to Keter pending. 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SCP-7760 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-7760 Special Containment Procedures: All remaining 40 instances of SCP-7760 are currently stored within high-security anomalous document containers within Site-19. All personnel accessing any SCP-7760 instance must have completed Level 4 tactile cognitohazard training, and be equipped with standard-issue anti-tactile cognitohazard equipment. Use and/or testing of any SCP-7760 instance requires direct approval of both the Site Director and the Ethics Committee. + Update 15/11/2010 - Update 15/11/2010 Due to the increased frequency of containment breaches at Site-19 since 2000, and the importance of SCP-7760 as a Foundation asset, all remaining 40 instances of SCP-7760 are to be stored within high-security anomalous document containers and temporarily held at facilities on a rolling basis. Upon Elan Vital Energy (EVE) levels reaching five times the regional baseline, SCP-7760 is to be relocated immediately via secure transport. Description: SCP-7760 consists of a set of 46 40 playing cards. The cards are printed on a typical cardstock of the mid-19th century using an otherwise non-anomalous combination of inks. No manufacturer label or mark is printed on any SCP-7760 instance. SCP-7760's effects occur when an individual makes direct skin contact with any instance of SCP-7760. Upon contact, causality and probability are altered through an unknown mechanism1, causing the individual to experience increased negative life events. These events include but are not limited to: Occurrence of traumatic/accidental injuries. Onset of chronic/terminal disease. Significant personal monetary loss and other financial hardships. Dissolution of stable social connections and relationship loss. Occurrence of natural disasters in areas of residence. Death. The magnitude of this effect is directly proportional to the duration of contact with SCP-7760 and the value of the SCP-7760 instance contacted. Instances of SCP-7760 traditionally holding higher value in western card games (ie, Aces, Kings, Queens, Jacks, etc) have been noted to cause more severe effects2. No difference in effect has been noted between SCP-7760's different suits. Additionally, SCP-7760's effects appear to be cumulative. Individuals exposed to SCP-7760 multiple times, or multiple individuals exposed to SCP-7760 simultaneously, have been observed to receive more severe effects. Testing has revealed that anomalies that similarly alter causality are capable of negating SCP-7760's effect. Anomalies tested include: SCP-181 SCP-1968 SCP-3460 SCP-████3 SCP-████4 SCP-████5 Likewise, testing has revealed that the effects of an SCP-7760 instance are transferred to any document in which at least 20 micrograms of an instance of SCP-7760 is embedded, with this effect terminating upon removal of the instance fragment. Proposals to create additional instances of SCP-7760 for testing purposes are currently approved on a case-by-case basis. Addendum 7760-A: Discovery SCP-7760 was first brought into Foundation containment in 1990, following a series of defections of Pentagram6 operatives. Recovered documentation from Pentagram records indicates SCP-7760 was originally discovered in Deadwood, South Dakota by ASCI7 agents in 1879 following the town's destruction. It is unknown to what extent the ASCI utilized SCP-7760 during the period that followed, as such records were lost during the assimilation of multiple ASCI assets by the Pentagram. SCP-7760 was utilized extensively by Pentagram operatives throughout the Cold War, where it was deployed as a cognitohazard against US targets both domestically and abroad. The extent of this utilization resulted in the full consumption of six SCP-7760 instances during this time8, with only 46 SCP-7760 instances surviving upon Foundation acquisition. Attempts to determine which, if any, historical events are potentially due to the United States government's utilization of SCP-7760 are ongoing. Records suggest the highest utilization of SCP-7760 within the Soviet Union and its allies occurred between February 1960 - October 1962 as well as December 1980 - April 1986. Successful containment of several SCP-7760 fragments located throughout the former Soviet Union shortly after the Foundation's acquisition of SCP-7760 lends credence to these reports. Pentagram records also suggest high domestic use upon political targets within the United States between March 1963 - November 1963, as well as June 1979 - May 1981, though these accounts remain unverified. Addendum 7760-B: Object Class Update As of March 3rd, 2010, following successful utilization of SCP-7760 instances by MTFs Gamma-13 ("Asimov's Lawbringers"), Delta-5 ("Front Runners"), Iota-10 ("Damn Feds"), Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers"), Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders"), and Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") within field operations, SCP-7760's object class has been updated to Thaumiel. Field utilization has included, but has not been limited to: Inclusion of SCP-7760 particles within letters and other correspondence. Embedding SCP-7760 particles into business cards offered via front companies. Embedding SCP-7760 particles into clothing tags of PoIs. Deployment of SCP-7760 particulate into GoI building filtration systems9. Due to the increased MTF operative turnover since 1995, training in the tactical use of SCP-7760 is offered on an as-needed basis. Addendum 7760-C: Incident SCP-7760-16 + Level 4 Access Required - Credentials Entered On July 5th, 2016, twelve agents of MTF Alpha-1 defected to the Global Occult Coalition. SCP-7760, as well as three other SCP objects, were stolen and brought to GOC custody. It is currently unknown if SCP-7760 has been destroyed via standard GOC procedures. Protocols to shield critical SCP Foundation personnel from possible cognitohazard attacks from SCP-7760 are to remain in place indefinitely. Attempts to relocate SCP-7760 fragments released within Foundation facilities as part of former intra-Foundation operations launched by MTF Alpha-1 are currently underway. Proposals for containment and/or neutralization of SCP-7760's lingering effects on SCP Foundation personnel are under review by the Foundation Ethics Committee. Footnotes 1. Detectable increases in regional EVE background levels have been noted to occur following SCP-7760's activation. 2. A notable exception to this trend occurs when an individual simultaneously contacts the Ace of Spades, the Ace of Clubs, the Eight of Spades, and the Eight of Clubs, resulting in the most severe effects SCP-7760 has demonstrated to date, usually instantaneously. 3. Currently uncontained in Havana, Cuba. Believed to be in the custody of Fidel Castro's descendants. 4. Currently uncontained in Moscow, Russia. Reports indicate the object may have been neutralized following the collapse of the Soviet Union. 5. Currently believed to be in the custody of D. C. al Fine, Undersecretary-General of the Global Occult Coalition. 6. Operating name for the United States Paranatural Warfare Command 7. American Secure Containment Initiative. A precursor organization to the modern SCP Foundation. 8. Aces of Hearts and Diamonds, King of Spades and Hearts, Queen of Hearts, and Jack of Clubs 9. 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SCP-7761 | euclid | This is all of the material related to SCP-7761 awaiting cleanup, rewritting, and resubmission. Due to the absence of a head researcher in charge, SCP-7761 will remain in this form for record-keeping purposes. Cartwright: For the record, please state your name, employment with the Fou- GOF, and qualifications for your role. Drexler: Robert Edgar Drexler, Site Operations Director for six years next June, Master's in Physics and Bachelors in Management from our Deer friends. Cartwright: Perfect. Thank you. I assume you know exactly what this is about. Drexler: Of course I do, Edina. It's been on my mind. Cartwright: What happened? Drexler: With Elena… and that fucking office. Cartwright: Why don't we start with talking about the office. Drexler: Fine. If I have to. I first noticed the changes in Edina… when they were still going by Edina, around June of 1995. Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 9th of January, 1995. File View Edit Help Here we go. Starting transcription for… Shuffling papers SCP-7761. Conprocs- the Westage Business Park in Fishkill, New York, a hellhole if I've ever seen one, has been quarantined using the cover story of an on-site dioxin cleanup. We're gonna need a new bit by end of year, of course. MTF-Lambda 15, "Officer Supplies"1. The building is practically cocooned in our electronic dampening equipment, to absolutely no effect. As far as we can tell, it is literally business as usual.2. As soon as our department sees fit to unfuck itself I plan on conducting subterranean expeditions to figure out if they're beating our e-warfare assets with underground equipment.3 In addition, all companies and accounts that Allman Final Solutions Financial Solutions, LLC, yuck4, henceforth referred to as AFSFS, does business with are to be Founda- excuse me, our new name, GOF-controlled and strictly monitored. AFSFS accounts are not to be managed or accounted for by personnel without proper clearance. This is restricted exclusively to personnel of Clearance Level 4 or higher, and money actions of no more than $100,000 in local currency. Anything higher requires prior approval. The paperwork on this is gonna be a disaster, make sure we get Rhonda on this once it goes full press. I'm thinking CL3. Maybe 4 considering the mess we have whenever someone sees free money. Ah fuck. My soda! Hold on… The sounds of someone cleaning up can be heard. Apologies, Steve. When you hear this, go get a can of D-Coke. When I'm done tonight I'll type out a requisition for a pallet of the shit. You're my fuckin rock, baby. I know the merger and all is scary, but imma bust my ass to keep you with me5. Anyway… Description: SCP-7761 is the designation for the company owned by the organization GOI-7761, otherwise known as… Allman Financial Solutions Financial Solutions, LLC6. It is physically located within a business park in Fishkill, New York, and is currently under 24/7 surveillance by Lambda-15. Now, pinning down the actual sprawl of this thing would need many Lambda-15s, but for anything more complicated than counting suits through a sniper scope, there's just me. Current knowledge about 7761 is dense but nowhere near the density required to properly contain and understand its anomalous nature, origins, point of existence, fuckin' anything7. All we have to go on right now is transcripts and communiques snagged from the airwaves via our radio-rippers and scanners. Let's add one of those radio rebel call transcripts below. Transcript of SCP-7761 Debt Enforcement Tactics, Captured October 23rd, 1991. Transcript of intercepted Robocall aimed at one U.S. citizen Adriana Callera. It should be noted that Adriana had completed a five year mandatory minimum sentence for possession of trace amounts of crack cocaine and was currently on probation. Annotation from Elena: she goes to prison for half a decade for seven milligrams she most definitely sat on for her junkie husband-I've seen Robert do three lines with his morning coffee!" Robocaller: Wazzup, ADRIANA CALLERA, where's your partner in crime? Adriana: Uh, what? Laughs nervously. Okay, okay, very funny. Who's this? Who put you up to this? Was it that dumb bitch Jennifer from the parole board hearing? Robocaller: Nah, it's your friends at [Anderson affiliated record company]. We got a hold of the demo tape you've been shopping around behind your hubby's back and we just want to say we think you're rad! Adriana: I…uh…thanks, I guess. Wait, what do you mean "behind his back?" He's…he's been alright with me doing…doing my thing… Robocaller: Especially this awesome track from Side B, titled "I'm a snitch bitch who's about to out my husband's drug dealing operation for a lighter sentence?" Adriana: Get the fuck out of here with that shit! I didn't…there isn't a… <Track titled "I'm a snitch bitch who's about to out my husband's drug dealing operation" with a voice forensically indistinguishable from Adriana's singing lyrics implicating her spouse in a street level drug trafficking syndicate in the area.> Elena's Annotations: Yup, the piece of shit really was dealing after his wife took a charge for him. I got a copy of her demo tape, listened to it in full. A lot of gems, but nothing about Adriana ratting out her punk-bitch husband was on it. Her police interrogation footage alludes to two men in business suits stalking her and three hours of missing time. Not hard to connect those dots. Poor thing.> Adriana: That's… that's not me… Robocaller: Oh, it's not? That's gnarly. We believe you. Would he? In the slammer? Would his friends? Would his family? Adriana: What do you want? Money? Is he into one of you? We don't have any money! We used it to pay the credit cards down to zero! Robocaller: No debts at all-that is tight! We're not debt collectors, though! Adriana: What are you? Robocaller: We see a lot of promise in you-it's just a shame no one will loan you any money. That's why we've matched you with an up-and-coming dealer only seven bus stops away from here who has that magic combination of family money, smarts, and a certain sexy Axis 2 personality disorder beginning with the letter 'A'. The only thing he's lacking-in addition to a driver's license and any empathy-is an army of brave and/or desperate dudes and dudettes to traffic his drug package! We think you'd make an excellent match, and have told him you're on your way to take on a consignment of his product-and no money down, although he might come after you if you don't give him good ROI by the end of the month! All that and a bag of chips! Adriana: I just got out… you can't… why are you doing this to me! I just got out! Robocaller: Cowabunga, baby! Nothing makes money faster than owing it! Suggested Action: Follow up Adriana, see if she was ever allowed to escape. If these freaks have the ability to control even metaphorical debt, the debt between people, then they need to be put in check, if not just put down8. We cannot let this continue, even if this new agreement falls apart. So far our new comrades haven't seemed to grant us enough of a view into their files for us to even make a guess as to the grasp of 7761 in the global financial sector, but estimates indicate that if 7761 were to spontaneously cease operations, a global economic collapse could be imminent9. Thank fuck, the powers that be finally trusting me with a juicy one10. Included in this documentation will be transcripts and research paperwork indicating the knowledge and powers of SCP-7761 and its constituent elements as they become relevant. Shit. A meeting. I'll continue this after. These fucking merger meetings drive me insane, and I gotta deal with it. Drexler: That is slander! I have passed every drug test-. Cartwright: That is not germane to our current inquiry, Mr. Drexler. Drexler: If it isn't, then why is it going on the record? Cartwright: What is or isn't on the record is my concern, Robert, not yours. Please stay on topic. Drexler: What are the GOF's regulations regarding controlled substances, anyways? Cartwright: If we told you, then you'd know. Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 9th of January, 1995 (Continuation). File View Edit Help Those meetings. Good gods, Hera and Aphrodite beyond the sky11, I wanted to use 120 to blow my brains out across their boring faces. Anyway, let me get back to it. If I have to think about naming the site again I'll advocate for a blank name. Finally we have the impact on modern financial companies. These hard-hitting assholes don't know when to get out the fryer, so we have a lot of instances where companies (or more accurately, the CEO's) make deals and partnerships with The Boss. Or, more realistically, try to gamble their way out from underneath.12 To: Edgar Wrightworth, III From: Johnothan Sachs VIV CC: The Finance Bro$ Subject: The Fiasco Afternoon, or morning, Eddie. I'm writing you for a bit of an obvious reason. There's something we need to discuss. It's urgent. I'm getting together a consortium of related businessmen in order to communicate to each other the desperate need we have to resolve it. The way things are cannot continue. That is a simple fact. What The Boss has done to us is simply an irrefutable fact- he's made us all bitches. He- or whatever he is- has bent us over the railing and is fucking us in the ass like faggots. We all know who I'm talking about. What I prpose is this. All of us, at once, cease and any all payments to AFSFS. I know for a fact that will cut of at least 15 mil in raw profit. Then, when he's on his knees, we negotiate, and bend him over the railing. Who's with me?! Fucking scumbags can't help but resort to misogynist metaphors. Scumbags. What a fool. It's unclear whether the Finance Brodollarsigns were aware of the anomalous abilities of The Boss, but shortly after this email was sent, any members of the chain who expressed positive opinions were found dead from various office place incidents. Staples through the eye. Staple removers jammed through cocks. Pens jammed through the eye socket. This adds up to a simple idea, and one I need to run through later in the documentation- that SCP-7761 is able to implant sentient office supplies in the supply chain of other businesses. While these deaths were ruled as suicides (with the shares being vested to the owner's children, go figure) it should be noted the peculiarity of the deaths. However this is done, it needs to be halted.13 And now we have the form break. I swear to fuck they shoulda just let us stay with the old format, but whatever. Fuck, I need to get home. Tomorrow I'll start on the Anomalous Qualities sections. I'll be back for the next section my loves. I hope the merger going through tomorrow keeps yall at my back and under my wing. Ta-ta. Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 11th of January, 1995. File View Edit Help (Add explicit details about GOC and Foundation merger here) Anomalous Qualities: The primary anomalous element of SCP-7761 that requires the most coverage is debt, moreover, the knowledge of debt it grants its primary gestalt/drone/king/queen, an entity we know only as the Boss14. I wonder how much he knows about guns and eating snakes15. Included in this documentation will be transcripts and research papers indicating the knowledge and powers of SCP-7761 and its constituent elements as they become relevant. Along with this, transcripts of attempted incursions from both Foundation MTFs and some subtler attempts by a PTOLEMY team will be displayed.16 Both teams are currently undergoing interspersion procedures to become MTF-Alpha-17, "Officer Supplies," to continue attempts at containment. Well. Not containment anymore. Protecting those in the area.17 Any other qualities it possesses are related to its continued existence and maintenance of financial activities on the global market. This includes the physical, noospheric, and memetic structure of the office itself18, the workers within the office, the Boss, and the financial structures they influence. To civilians, AFSFS markets itself as the ultimate debt collectors/restructurers/managers19. To those "in the know," which is a majority of the populace with an internet connection and TOR browser ever since 4959, they advertise themselves as the end-all-be-all company for controlling your enemies20. The way they do this is simple— total control and knowledge of all debt of any kind, formal or informal. Included below is an excerpt of Graver's excellent piece on this subject, Debt. And just put it in the doc below, uh specifically page 4, third paragraph down. Excerpt of Donald Graver's Debt — A Tool, A History, a Defiance, Anomalous Debt is life, the conjoined-sibling of hope, and which got absorbed into who depends on whether you're holding the stick or getting struck by it. Anyone with a fifth grade education is shown the pornography of debt: indentured servitude, sharecropping, even slavery is predicated on the notion that some people incur debt just by drawing breath on this earth. What is less obvious is how this pornography distracts from the way debt enslaves us all in a pyramid scheme of hope running downhill and resources pouring up, where the hope gets increasingly theoretical the further down you get. Feudalism was premised on a service-for-security exchange where everyone was yoked to their roles by obligations to the daddy above them. Our very notion of the social contract ultimately dips into the rhetoric of our debt to society to explain why we obey the law. From accepting debt for life, to debt for society, we come to the post-modern era of debt for…if we told you, then you'd know. Nobody really knows how in deep they are. Our economic infrastructure is simply too vast. One bank going out of business could lead to a million standing in bread-lines. A pyramid no longer suffices to depict the debt relationships that structure our reality. If it is not the state holding the reins, then who? Those out of the loop will claim 'the free market'. To those acquainted with Anderson Final Solutions Financial Solutions, it is a Beast in Oakleys. And if he told you, then you'd know. And if they complain about format here, fuck 'em, they want consistency they shouldnta changed the goddamned guidelines. I'll pick this up tomorrow. Gotta go feed Edgar and get the hell out of this hellhole. File View Edit Help Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 16th of January, 1995 (Continued) Welcome back to the pack and snort a lot of crack… Hey David. That pallet came today! They get the shipment quick. I hope you enjoy, baby. Plus all my rats are doing well. Stilton, Geronimo, Algernon… I wanna bring them to this shit. I don't know if I'll ever get approved for an emotional support rat. Irratgardless, we persist21. Ahem. (EDITING BOOKMARK) Anomalous Qualities: Continued I know Rhonda hates it when I bold the words but I just can't help myself, heh. The largest anomalous aspect of 7761 is 7761-O, the office constituting the physical address and space of AFSFS. The address for this space is.. currently hidden in the garbage paperwork, but I will reconvene tomorrow. The building itself is approximately five floors in height, composed of average brickwork and architectural design form the outside. Trust me, it's boring as hell. The interior of the office is as-of-yet unmapped and is believed to extend underground a nearly infinite amount22. Ground scans indicate a structure similar in shape and size to the aboveground building extending down at least fifteen miles. It is theorized this acts as a storage area for information and capital. I still think we should get the Mole Rats in there, but no one ever listens to me23. The office itself appears to be sapient, sentient at the least, due to the activity observed during "closing time," or when the employees of the business "retire" for the night. Surveillance has captured footage of the interior structure of 7761-O, appearing to show an infinite void of shifting paper24. The secondary manifestation of the anomaly is its employees, 7761-E. We've identified fifty distinct instances so far, each with its desk and daily routines. And I don't mean routine like "eat breakfast, go to work, come home, jerk off, sleep". I mean routine like subroutine. Each week has one of several possible variants, but each of these variants can be documented and timed to the millisecond. And no matter which week it is, the day always starts with them making coffee at six am. I actually used it to set my new digital watch. You know the fuckin' weirdest thing? Some of them even carry on affairs! Like we saw two of the drones having a romantic drink on the roof of the office on the fifteenth of every month. Really makes me wonder whether drones is the right word for 'em…whoops, skipped a line in my notes. Ahem, it has been confirmed that their bodies are made almost entirely of office supplies, excepting for a human brain and spinal cord…oh fuck me, did I not transcribe the recording the first time? I gotta watch the thing all over again? I do not have enough Scottish brain bleach25 in me for this shit. Pause recording. Okay, I'm back. This is where it gets gross, so if you need a break I'd suggest doing it now. I'm pulling up the autopsy footage a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and here we go. Yuck. 7761-E instances are composed almost entirely of office supplies26. The one part of their bodies that is still human is their brain stem, which is encased in what appears to be papier-mache with Great Depression-era newspapers27. The majority of the body is composed almost entirely of silicone and plastic in various forms- a stapler and paperclip chain in place of kidneys, warped tubes of fiber-optic cable for a digestive system. Certain human organs are kept- eyes, heart, hands, anything useful for business. The skin is preserved via some sort of anomalous methods- it remains taunt and lifelike despite a majority of the blood tracing from the heart to the brain and hands. The heart is kept alive using the copyright of the Boss's handiwork- origami cranes created from hundred-dollar bills implanted in the ventricles. yuck, yuck, yuck! As the autopsy progressed, the cranes began to ambulate. As the brain was exposed, the scalpel slicing through the mache shell, a flock of paper cranes emerged, spattering brain matter across the doctors… Good lords! The sound of someone vomiting on the recorder. And uh… 7761-E instances have continued to elude any subsequent attempts at capture28. I am going to take a break and… pick this up later. Good night, David. I think, when I'm feeling better, it's time for some surveillance. Fucking monstrous… Cartwright: How long? Drexler: Please, dear gods, don't ask me that. Cartwright: Answer the question, Robert. I am sorry, if it matters. Robert Drexler stares into the middle distance for several moments. Drexler: Her rats. Cartwright: What? What rats? Drexler: She owned rats. A whole family of them. I remember her coming into work, after I knew she went out and did some extracurricular surveillance on 7761-O. Cartwright: What? She infiltrated the anomaly by herself? Off the books? Drexler:Yep. Far as I could tell, it was a combination of a lack of resources for surveillance and a personal desire to see what she was reporting on. Back then, of course, all we had was our awful cassette and lo-fi DVD sound. It was a struggle to get accurate pictures of anything even partially memetic or illusory or pataphysical or just plain fucking anom. Drexler: That was when it started. When she stopped talking about her rats I went and visited her house. The rats were dead. Most of them, at least. File View Edit Help Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 30th of January, 1995 (Continued) I can't fucking believe it. While I was gone, David got fired. My guy. My rock. I know what happens when you get fired- brain-blast zone ended. They might as well rip three centimeters of brain out with the way they act. All so we can get some shmuck from the GOC to join as some sort of… active membership trade. Those destroying cunts. I hate the GOC. It's like I choose two poisons and now my bartender is mixing them.29 "Let's fucking go, gamers! We are driving down Route 9 in the shadow of the fuckin' Catskills right goddamn now! Gotta love the research grants that pay out basically enough for transport to your locale and a sleeping bag for the car. I can see the fucking building already- it's massive, like some kind of capitalist obelisk stuck in the middle of this highway rest stop of a town. All I can see are gas stations and these cute colonial-style houses. Excepting the smog of this highway it's quite pretty. FROM HERE Turning into the business plaza… Yeah, this is exactly where a business anomaly would hide out. Fucking boring. Gray brutalist nonsense and fast food places. My current plans are to stay in this hotel, some Ramada Inn bullshit I already checked for anomalous instances, so it should be an average stay. But I have a perfect surveillance point… I can sit here, chug some Dew, take some notes. The sound of a car being put into park and shut off. I have enough funds for the return trip and enough food for a few weeks. I managed to finagle myself onto the qualified researchers list for in-the-field work, so I can spend a few long, long, long hours out here. More recording incoming, folks. Too bad I'm not there, Davey, otherwise we could make this hotel room a lot louder. / Slight squeaking is recorded. Ah hell yeah, Rocha is awake! I bought one of my rats with me! I couldn't resist having a friend. I'm gonna chill out and get some rest before surveilling, I'll be back tomorrow. Got my binocs and a loooooooooooooot of time to kill. Cartwright: Thus we get to the real meat. How has this impacted your organizational cohesion? Drexler: A long, drawn-out sigh. What the fuck do you think, Cart? With the Convergence, the cohesion of our unit has been awful. Especially because we got some political-compromise dullard that didn't understand the barest bits of memetic occlusion and amnestic separation… extremely exhausting to deal with. On the other extreme, our incoming GOC counterparts were perfect in almost every regard…other than their barely concealed hatred for us and being bigoted weirdos besides-and no, I don't mean the 'a type green killed my mom' kind of bigotry, either. We had no idea what to expect-there hadn't been an occult org convergence on this scale since, well, the Founding, so we all contextualized it as one big ol' corporate merger and tried to adapt and overcome. And that's when Elena, at the height, just fucking left! Cartwright: I have a meeting with Al Fine and O5-1 in twenty. Enough hysterics. Drexler: God bless the Therapy Department. File View Edit Help Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 30th of January, 1995 (Continued) I saw him. The Boss. I have no idea how30. Or why31. He was on the roof of the building, looking out at me. He was32… I am loathe to compliment a gibbering bastard like him, but we shall simplify it with the idea that has an aesthetically satisfying face with beautifully masculine features, see addendum that ass. He was smoking a cigarette, and just staring at my room. When I looked at him he didn't react at all. Just kept smoking33. Ok, addendum, that ass, he's like every cigarette ad, but six foot five and with jeans that are just tight enough-if you know, you know, and if I told you, then you'd know. Anyway. Observations From Field Surveillance of SCP-7761. The afternoons are the most boring parts of the day. The only thing evident, excepting various kinds of deliveries throughout the day, all of which are signed for by 7761:B, is a large amount of financial business. Covert surveillance on the building's internet connection shows a median of 1,200 financial transactions per hour, going out to every corner of the US, and even more utilizing other methods on an international scale. The anomalous activity occurs most often in the early morning and evenings. That is when the employees manifest. It seems that every closet space, at least those on the level I can see fully, work as… some sort of storage space? In the morning, around 5 to 6 AM, the lights in the building flicker, and I can see employees slowly walk out of the closets. One at a time, one each every five minutes, each at the same time. The instances then go about normal morning routines- getting food from various small kitchens, yoga, meditation. As far as I can tell, each employee has the same outfit and general style of clothing every day, with the only changes being the coloration of the clothing. This seems to be the only form of sentience these instances have. On rare occasions, an instance appears to "break through," as it were- their shirt is covered in text, usually blood-red or dull green, in the form of the word help. This leads to my foremost hypothesis- 7761:E instances are not limbs of the company itself, but rather some kind of hivemind or brain capturing by the building itself. A kind of financial prison system. More research has to be done, but I'm going to snap a few pics with a long-range lens, and send the photos off for identification. My bet is that anyone in this company has some sort of debt-related issue in their life. The reason I believe this comes from a fair amount of research into the surrounding area through interviews with the locals- might have thrown my cover, but journalists look into a lot of damn strange things. AFSFS is known for debt-debt consolidation, debt recovery, debt restructuring. Rumor is that the mayor of the town is in deep to them. Who knows. I need to get some sleep. Will report back. Cartwright: How did Elena Rustfeld's absence affect your Department? Cartwright: Please expand on that comment. Drexler: Well, I was about to give Elena a promotion. Researcher to Head Researcher. More responsibility, more management-based. I would've given her control of any Prov-Site she wanted. Cartwright: Her performance merited this? Drexler: You have no idea. I got at least six-001 proposals from her. She was good. She had an energy that came from her heart and her fuckin biceps, and the Merge did nothing to reduce that. Losing her was a massive hit to our infrastructure. Cartwright: How did you lose her? File View Edit Help Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld at 31th of January, 1995 (Continued) Hera and Zeus, this is something. It seems the police have been called on our good friend Allman Financial. The pig's lights look so pretty on the walls. Let me get a better position… Sounds of cloth moving, creaking furniture. We have… six police cars, one unmarked (most likely FBI or IRS) vehicle, a huge paddywagon. Assault rifles, vests, tac-gear. None of it anomalous, no signs of the good ol' Mickey D and Gang. I will be observing. The door is locked. The cop is running back to the vehicle… Bullhorn time. "Allman Financial Solutions Financial Solutions! This is the New York State Police! We have a warrant for your premises on charges of kidnapping and fraud! Anyone in the building please unlock the premises and allow us entrance!" Good shit, officer. Fucking loser. Huh. There's an origami swan on the side table… it's made from a dollar bill. Dammit. Oh shit, there he is! He's standing at the top floor window. All the lights on the floor are on. I can see him leaning out. His hair is wavering in the wind. Oh my god, he has a coat of arms. I'm snapping as many pics as I can. Fucking hells. What the actual fuck… something is swirling around him… office binders? They're grabbing his body and shifting… "Mr. Anderson! There is a bench warrant for your arrest on multiple felony charges! Please exit the premises and enter our custody!" Bench warrant? How did we miss that too, damn… TB: "I AM NOT ABOUT TO HAVE MY FIDUCIARY RESPONSIBILITIES INTERFERED WITH BY ANYONE, AND CERTAINLY NOT BY YOU PUBLIC SECTOR BITCHES." Good shit. They're entering now. Shattering glass and the sound of smoke grenades launching. ENtry. Pretty tight formation and decent hand signals. TB has disappeared- I'm guessing somewhere in the bowels of the actual office. I'm working on a theory that the walls contain more than a few feet of dead space for whatever construct controls the overall office, but I need to do drilling and samples to con- Holy shit. He has a sword? The binders are tight against his body and it looks like- looks like he's wearing some kind of samurai armor? The blood is… Vomiting. Dear gods he's looking right at me again… I need to get the fuck out of here. I'm done playing games, we need this place quarantined. This is enough. C'mere, rat, get over here! Clothing shuffling, bags being packed. Door opening. Running. Panting. "Hello, Elena." Dear gods, please! "I know you've been observing. I believe it's time we were introduced personally." It- I- Hey- "Shut up, cunt. That's what you want to be called, isn't it?" No, gods, no- "Resisting? Don't lie to me. I know you desired this. Recruitment has never been so easy." No! The sound of a stapler echoing over the audio recorder. A feminine scream. "It's about time we discussed an employment contract." The sound of skin being ripped from the body. Footnotes 1. "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" is scrawled in blood-red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First where Foundation Site-34 is located. It is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches* forward in the traffic. John Smith, my VP of Augmented Sales mouths the words as he reads them before trying to sell me on watching Cats for the seven hundred and fiftieth time. He was once your junior researcher Samantha Powell until a month ago. I'm sure at least one of his grandparents is very happy. 2. The only thing your fancy electronic warfare bullshit affects is our ability to watch our favorite football teams throw their matches so we can drag more people into our influence. Cunt. 3. The reason your e-warfare assets aren't working is we bought the bitches in charge of it. You can dig all you want, the one layer you can't break is bullshit. 4. You delicate flower. I referenced the Nazis. What of it? We at Allman Final Solutions Financial Solutions do not support the persecution of Jews. We do support persecution by the highest bidder, but that's just good business. We pursue results at all costs. Those who white out history are doomed to repeat it. I prefer to improve upon it. IBM thought similarly. Do your homework. 5. I, too, will bust your ass to have you. 6. On a related note, we do not use acronyms at Allman Final Solutions Financial Solutions LLC. I prefer to hear the name said in full by employees. If I have to remember their names, they should remember ours. There is an acronym jar located by the elevator on each floor for infractions, a dollar per breach. The proceeds buy me whiskey. I like drinking their mistakes. 7. Elena Rustfeld is the designation for the confused scientist who is looking into her eager future employer. Some of my employees come here hoping to scale the corporate ladder. Others, in search of a cliff. Elena was born to fall. I can only provide the cliff. 8. If anyone's gonna put us down, it ain't gonna be you, prag. 9. I believe a more apt term is correction. A lot of deadwood would subsequently come off our books, and I wouldn't even need to get HR involved. Then when the dust settles, and it always settles, we would be back. We always come back. 10. Nobody trusts you. They just find you harmless. They don't value the best parts. I will. 11. I answer to more primordial entities - Aion, of closed cycle of the universe that even the Gods cannot break. Nyx, Mother Night herself, progenitor of the nightmares and hellhounds that besiege the hearts and minds of our debtors. Tartarus, the hell I send them to when I'm finished wringing them dry, for whatever pennies their half-lives may yet yield me. 12. Gambling is playing with risk, and you're a degenerate like any other. Only difference is, it's your ass you've been betting. 13. And if I told you, then you'd know. 14. At your service 15. Not only eating them, but feeding them too. It's a give and take. You may take up the pass-time before long. 16. Unorthodox ways of adding to our headcount, but I'm nothing if not resourceful, and people are a resource. You just have to drill hard enough for the good stuff. 17. Your precious GOF's finances are inextricably bound to assets on our books. We personally compromised your MTF's leadership in esoteric pension plans we float. At any moment, we could turn your force composition into a fucking bread riot. 18. How's that for vertical integration, bitches? 19. Honey you don't have the words for how many things we are. Does a farmer merely harvest crops? Do women simply pop out babies? You have to fertilize them first. 20. Everyone's in the know. It's just what kind of know. Nobody's in my kind of know, because if we told you, you'd know. 21. Funny. 22. Actually it's perfectly finite, but your analysts got a tip about a quarterback on the Giants suffering a depressive episode, bet the farm trying to be millionaires, the quarterback magically had a spiritual epiphany, and five shmucks found out they were sold and owned by yours truly. Hope you like red herrings. 23. I beg to differ. 24. Okay, that one's actually infinite. As you're soon to find out, that's not paper. I'll give you a hint: that sheen isn't laminate-it's sweat. 25. Glenfiddich. She's drinking Glenfiddich. 26. Oh they're a lot more than that. 27. Oh that's subject to frequent update. I can event tell you the exact years: 1637, 1797, 1819, 37-Jesus, didn't that fuck up me up good, 57, 84, 1901, 07, 29, and 1937. See you 2025! 28. I'll tell you how they do it, too. They have receipts with your staff's names on them. 29. Did you know many of the finance staff at GOC are card carrying members of Opus Dei? Did you know they're entirely straight (or their closets are made of telekill)? Did you know their secretaries show up to work on Mondays with expensive jewelry they didn't have that Friday? Did you know they are either blond or grey? Did you know the entire PTOLEMY unit has equivalent or superior CVs than I've got? Did you know they smell like cigar smoke? Did you know they call each other f* for listening to Madonna? Did you know Robert Drexler was dining with GOC headhunters in the months before the merger was announced? Did you know European meth is the shit? God damn. 30. To quote your current employer, [DATA EXPUNGED] 31. To quote your future one, if I told you, then you'd know. 32. a fine hire with a bit too much c[SLUR REDACTED] in his strut 33. What, nothing about my above-above-average dick and sexy Oakleys? 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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; } } Item#: 7764 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Site-17 Directorate disinformation staff must quell any and all internal rumors about SCP-7764-A. Clearance is given to edit document 7764/2 to this effect. Civilian and subveil communication channels are to be automatically monitored for mentions of SCP-7764 or Foundation reconstruction and coverup efforts. Historical information has been edited to indicate a rail line between Casablanca and Berrechid passing overhead the Mohammad V International Airport. Mohammad V International Airport post-reconstruction. Description: SCP-7764 is the corpse of Lampeter1 train Y618.1, which derailed in extradimensional space on 2024-02-24 before re-emerging approximately 200 meters above the Mohammed V International Airport outside Casablanca, Morocco. About 2000 casualties were reported, alongside extensive structural damage to the airport as well as SCP-7005 Line Y618. The Department of Interdimensional Logistics estimates a 25% drop in service capacity across Foundation-controlled universes as a direct result of this incident, as well as the total isolation of Universes N952 "Manifold Law", E086 "Atlas", and L256 "Pleiades". There are no plans at this time to restore service. The repeated failure of normalcy restoration efforts indicated the existence of an anomalous effect surrounding the incident itself. This effect, denoted SCP-7764-A, results in all human knowledge about SCP-7764 being completely immune to all known Foundation amnestics. It does not, however, prevent any disinformative or otherwise non-anomalous info-suppression tactics. Due to the risk of SCP-7764-A cross-contamination in the presence of closely-associated memories, Site Director Thomas Graham has authorized internal preemptive amnesticisation of all Foundation employees associated with SCP-7005 Line Y618, or Universes N952, E086, or L256. Preemptive Amnesticization Logs Identifying information has been expunged per Ethics Committee memorandum. For detailed information, contact Site Director Thomas Graham. Department Association Exposed to SCP-7764-A? Amnesticization Status Essophysics2 Line Y618, Universe L256 No Success Interdimensional Logistics3 Line Y618, Universes L256 and N952 No Success Interdimensional Logistics Line Y618 Yes Failure (Quarantined) Interdimensional Logistics Line Y618 Yes Failure (Quarantined) Narrativistics4 Line Y618, Universes L2565 and N952 No Success (Unstable) Noospherics6 Line Y618 No Success Research Proposals Project Lead: Senior Researcher Noureddine Hajji Purpose: To analyze SCP-7764-A memetic inoculation among high-risk D-class. Status: Inconclusive Result: Transmission of SCP-7764-A follows no known archetypes. Project Lead: Senior Researcher Noureddine Hajji Purpose: To analyze Foundation archives of suppressed communication pertaining to SCP-7764 for any infohazardous or memetic effects. Status: Conclusive Result: No carriers found. SCP-7764-A unlikely to be memetic. Project Leads: Researcher Petra Aphelion, Dr. Nocturne Drithing Purpose: To discover a noospherical vector for SCP-7764-A. Note: Project team organized into newly-founded Hauntology Group for ease of interdepartmental collaboration. Status: Ongoing - SEE FILE 7764/HG Footnotes 1. SCP-7005, also known as the Lampeter, is a multidimensional transport network utilizing every known mode of transit. Since the bankruptcy of the Lampeter Non-Euclidean Shipping Company, Foundation control has been established over a minority of stations, mostly in this universe (A001 "Prime") and its neighbors. 2. The study of physical embodiments and incarnations of abstract concepts. 3. Department founded to administrate and research SCP-7005, headed by Dr. Rosie Hartlepool and Dr. Simon Kells. 4. The study of reality as narrative structure, modelled as stratified layers of fiction, where higher layers create and influence lower layers. 5. Significant to extensive portions of memory. 6. The study of the Noosphere, a model of shared human cognition as an abstract space of all human thought and concepts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7764" by tachymelia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7764. Licensed under CC-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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} } @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#: 7764 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Site-17 Directorate disinformation staff must quell any and all internal rumors about SCP-7764-A. Clearance is given to edit document 7764/2 to this effect. Civilian and subveil communication channels are to be automatically monitored for mentions of SCP-7764 or Foundation reconstruction and coverup efforts. Historical information has been edited to indicate a rail line between Casablanca and Berrechid passing overhead the Mohammad V International Airport. Mohammad V International Airport post-reconstruction. Description: SCP-7764 is the corpse of Lampeter1 train Y618.1, which derailed in extradimensional space on 2024-02-24 before re-emerging approximately 200 meters above the Mohammed V International Airport outside Casablanca, Morocco. About 2000 casualties were reported, alongside extensive structural damage to the airport as well as SCP-7005 Line Y618. The Department of Interdimensional Logistics estimates a 25% drop in service capacity across Foundation-controlled universes as a direct result of this incident, as well as the total isolation of Universes N952 "Manifold Law", E086 "Atlas", and L256 "Pleiades". There are no plans at this time to restore service. The repeated failure of normalcy restoration efforts indicated the existence of an anomalous effect surrounding the incident itself. This effect, denoted SCP-7764-A, results in all human knowledge about SCP-7764 being completely immune to all known Foundation amnestics. It does not, however, prevent any disinformative or otherwise non-anomalous info-suppression tactics. Due to the risk of SCP-7764-A cross-contamination in the presence of closely-associated memories, Site Director Thomas Graham has authorized internal preemptive amnesticisation of all Foundation employees associated with SCP-7005 Line Y618, or Universes N952, E086, or L256. Preemptive Amnesticization Logs Identifying information has been expunged per Ethics Committee memorandum. For detailed information, contact Site Director Thomas Graham. Department Association Exposed to SCP-7764-A? Amnesticization Status Essophysics2 Line Y618, Universe L256 No Success Interdimensional Logistics3 Line Y618, Universes L256 and N952 No Success Interdimensional Logistics Line Y618 Yes Failure (Quarantined) Interdimensional Logistics Line Y618 Yes Failure (Quarantined) Narrativistics4 Line Y618, Universes L2565 and N952 No Success (Unstable) Noospherics6 Line Y618 No Success Research Proposals Project Lead: Senior Researcher Noureddine Hajji Purpose: To analyze SCP-7764-A memetic inoculation among high-risk D-class. Status: Inconclusive Result: Transmission of SCP-7764-A follows no known archetypes. Project Lead: Senior Researcher Noureddine Hajji Purpose: To analyze Foundation archives of suppressed communication pertaining to SCP-7764 for any infohazardous or memetic effects. Status: Conclusive Result: No carriers found. SCP-7764-A unlikely to be memetic. Project Leads: Researcher Petra Aphelion, Dr. Nocturne Drithing Purpose: To discover a noospherical vector for SCP-7764-A. Note: Project team organized into newly-founded Hauntology Group for ease of interdepartmental collaboration. Status: Ongoing - SEE FILE 7764/HG Footnotes 1. SCP-7005, also known as the Lampeter, is a multidimensional transport network utilizing every known mode of transit. Since the bankruptcy of the Lampeter Non-Euclidean Shipping Company, Foundation control has been established over a minority of stations, mostly in this universe (A001 "Prime") and its neighbors. 2. The study of physical embodiments and incarnations of abstract concepts. 3. Department founded to administrate and research SCP-7005, headed by Dr. Rosie Hartlepool and Dr. Simon Kells. 4. The study of reality as narrative structure, modelled as stratified layers of fiction, where higher layers create and influence lower layers. 5. Significant to extensive portions of memory. 6. The study of the Noosphere, a model of shared human cognition as an abstract space of all human thought and concepts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7764" by tachymelia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7764. Licensed under CC-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-7765 | neutralized | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/7765 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/7765 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item Number: SCP-7765 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7765 is to be stored at Site-403 within three separate standard cryogenic containment cells. Monitoring of the anomaly is to be conducted on a bi-weekly basis for the purpose of maintaining cryostasis and ensuring that no life signs or growth has occurred within SCP-7765. The cross sections created during the splitting of SCP-7765 are to be examined for possible changes. In the event that any growth is found within or upon SCP-7765, lockdown procedures should be initiated immediately along with the interior incinerator. Site Command will be notified when the lockdown is put into place. No biological samples are to be taken from SCP-7765 without express permission from Site Command. Description: SCP-7765 is the remains of a large anomalous entity that has been separated into three sections (designated A, B and C) for ease of containment. Section A has been cataloged with a mass of 58.3 tons, Section B at 27.5 tons, and Section C at 18.21 tons. Analysis of bone structures within the remains has shown SCP-7765's resemblance to members of the dinosauria clade. The following features have been identified: Species Resemblance Anatomical Feature Number Average Level of Functionality (based on formation) Atrociraptor marshalli Lower legs, claws 7, 10 35% Spinosaurus aegyptiacus Lower jaw, scattered facial elongations 3, 5 11% Kentrosaurus aethiopicus Thagomizers present on several limbs, tail esque extremity extending from Section C 12 52% Unknown member of Ankylosauridae family Armor plating covers large portion of Section B’s external flesh, damaged in places. Indeterminate 47% Ekrixinatosaurus novasi Teeth structures present on Section A 68 5% Skorpiovenator bustingorryi Hind legs, nodules on sections of flesh across Sections B, C 4, Indeterminate 31% Unknown theropod Main skull on Section A, lower jaws, front limbs 1, 4, 6 86% Despite this, DNA analysis has shown that the genetic material of SCP-7765 matches no known sequences within Foundation databases. After SCP-7765's initial discovery, an autopsy on the remains revealed that the entity seemed to have died from comorbid issues- suffering from pneumothorax in all lungs, advanced muscle atrophy, burst gastrointestinal systems, and severe damage to a multitude of internal structures by way of leaked stomach acids. Discovery: The following sets of logs contain data collected during the process of SCP-7765's discovery and the events prior to its neutralization. Discovery Log 7765.1: Initial Discovery The recovered photograph SCP-7765's initial discovery occurred when the following image was found in an issue of the Baring, Washington local newspaper on 1/4/2023, with a connecting excerpt: 'Dinosaur’ in Baring? Further proof? A man from Baring snapped this terrifying photo late at night on December 6th, and submitted it to us here. These photographs are some of the first physical evidence to back up a string of monster sightings around our town! Though residents are skeptical. Is it just some hoax? Or is there perhaps some truth to these photos? Discovery Log 7765.2: Conducted Interviews For brevity, a majority of the Foundation conducted interviews within Baring, Washington, have been compressed and summarized in the following table: Interviewee Date of Interview Date of Sighting Interview Summary Ted Land 1/6/2023 11/28/2022 Recalled witnessing a strange figure within the woods while on a walk, the size of a deer but lizard-like in nature, but being “shaped wrong”. He stated that it was scratching itself against the side of a tree “really aggressively” and adds on: "I could see blood on the bark and some weird shit falling off onto the ground, it was scratching itself until it was bleeding and until there wasn’t any bark left.” The interviewee then fled the scene when the entity began to reportedly stumble away from the tree. Caleb Davidson 1/6/2023 12/6/2022 Interviewee reported hearing loud noises coming from the woods. Upon going to investigate, he claims to have found a wounded bear. “It was covered in claw marks, at first I thought it was from a fight with another bear till I caught a glimpse of what was running away from it,” The interviewee described what he saw as “a large, long thing. Couldn’t exactly figure out its color, it was too dark.” And that it was “trailing blood behind it. Guess the bear fought it off.” Isabelle Murphy 1/6/2023 12/14/2022 Spotted by the interviewee from the front window of her home late at night, standing over the carcass of an adult doe that had been hit and killed by a truck. She described that "It was… like- tearing it apart with its teeth?” and how “it looked bumpy and rocky (from the porch light), like it had some sort of armor.” Another note made by the interviewee is that it had supposedly limped into her yard, but upon finishing consuming the deer, it had run off into the woods. Avery Allen 1/7/2023 12/19/2022 Interviewee complained of having lost several animals from her ranch over the course of three days, later finding footprints and sign of scuffle near her barn. The footprints were described as "long and scraping" like "something sharp was dragged across the ground". No photographs were taken of these prints. Eli Campbell 1/7/2023 12/27/2022 Most recent sighting. Interviewee described the entity they saw as “bigger than anything” they’d ever seen. They claim to have spotted it on their drive home from work, seeing a massive shape moving between the trees. According to the interviewee, it had “more legs than any animal should”, and moved with an uneven gait. Interviewee stated they felt frightened by the entity, and did not exit their vehicle to investigate nor stop to try and get a better look. “I floored it and didn’t look back, I’ve seen enough movies to know how this shit goes.” Due to discontinuity between interviews, it is presently unclear the nature of the anomaly (or anomalies) present within the area. The following interview has been transcribed in full due to relevant information: Interviewed: Quinn Muldoon Interviewer: Dr. Maeral Wysdan Date: 1/7/2023 Foreword: One of few individuals to claim to have had a sighting of one of the unknown entities within the woods around Baring, Washington. Quinn Muldoon was interviewed about her sighting in the town’s bar under the guise of a news report. <Begin Log> The faint sound of chatter from the bar is present in the recording. Dr. Wysdan: Ahem- Hello! Are you Ms. Muldoon? Muldoon: Eh? Oh shit- hello. Ya need somethin', ah- Dr. Wysdan: Mx. Wysdan. Muldoon: Pleasure to make ya acquaintance, ya seem to already know who I am. So what's it ya needin'? Dr. Wysdan: I'm with local news, caught wind you were one of the people who had a sighting of one of the- Muldoon: [She cuts fir off] Oh Christ's sake- if you news folks fancy yaselves monster hunters, then I ain’t saying a peep. Dr. Wysdan: I beg your pardon? Muldoon: Goin’ after tha’ thing, ya shouldn’t. Too many folks in this town are talkin’ bout tryin’ to track it down for some sorta glory. Don’t fuck with it, don’t- Dr. Wysdan: [Fi interrupts] Word has it was you that shot the creature you saw, Ms. Muldoon. Both are silent for a moment. Muldoon: An… accident, mostly. Thought the thing was a large buck till I hit it. Deers don’t make the noises tha’ thing did. Dr. Wysdan: My intentions aren’t to go after anything, I just want information, is that ok, ma’am? Muldoon: …Fine. Dr. Wysdan: Thank you. Can you tell me about your encounter? There’s the clinking of a glass against the bar. Muldoon: Aight… sure, yeah. It was… ah fuck- 6th of December? So a month ago. Ish. Yeah. Was out lookin’ for deer, had my rifle with me. Went North from town, ‘n jus’ went ‘long the Skykomish- the river. Prolly got ’bout half a mile from Baring when I saw it. Thought it was a deer at first cause it was crouched down, had these branchin’ horns at the head. Looked like antlers from a distance but they were… wrong. Tha’ thing wasn't right. Knew it the moment it started haulin’ ass cross the river. A momentary pause. Dr. Wysdan: …it did what across the river? Muldoon: [She sighs] When I shot it- hit the side- it burst from the foliage ‘n went runnin’ for the river. Dr. Wysdan: Oh! Oh, yes. Aight, got it. What happened from there? Muldoon: I ducked down behind some rocks to get outta it’s line of sight, was already downwind. Thing was fast, but it had struggled a bit with the water. Dr. Wysdan: Was the entity quadrupedal or bipedal? Muldoon: Is there a word for both ‘a em? Dr. Wysdan: Ah… hm- yes, there is. I think it’s facultative bipedalism? Muldoon: I’ll take yer word for it. Cause it was both- ran through the river ‘n dragged itself onshore on all fours before standin’ up like some fuckin’… well, so far you folks at the paper like callin’ it a dinosaur. Dr. Wysdan: Can you describe it to me? Muldoon: Yeah, sure. Hon’stly, it sounds ridiculous to say but the closest place to start I think is somethin’ like a dinosaur. Stood almos’ like one a’ those fucks from Jurassic Park- the raptors? Was sorta shaped like one but it just… it was wrong, I dunno how else to put it. Limbs weren’t right, didn’t move right. Dr. Wysdan: What was wrong with the animal? Could you tell? Muldoon: I’ve seen sick animals before- chronic wasting does some fucked up shit to deer- so I can say without a shadow of a doubt that thing was sick, Mx. It wasn’t actin’ right. It didn’ look right. It didn’t lick its wounds or nothin’ after gettin’ shot. It stumbled around the shore, bleedin’, and started makin’ these loud mewling sounds. Somethin’ tha’ big shouldn’ be cryin’ out like that. Tha’s the kinda noise ya hear from a young animal callin’ out to mama. But this thing looked mature. Tha’ there beastie was sick, sick and scared. Dr. Wysdan: Oh… what… What did it do after that? Did anything come to those cries? The sightings have varied, it’s a possibility there’s more than one of those creatures out there. Muldoon: If there are others, they didn’ hear this one. Thing was cryin’ for several minutes before it jus’ laid down on the rocks whimperin’. Had half’a mind to put it outta its misery, but it was too far away for a clear shot- and the last thing I want is a scared animal finally seein’ what hurt it. When something like tha’ is sick it’s a coinflip on whether it’s gonna run or if it’s gonna maim ya, y’know? Dr. Wysdan: I see. [Muttering] Poor thing. How long was it before this animal left? Muldoon: Dunno. Jus’ laid on the shore for a while- eventually, its head shot up like it heard somethin’. For a moment I thought it mighta heard me, but then it stumbles up to its feet and jus’… bolted North. Dr. Wysdan: Did you hear anything? Muldoon: Nothin’. Maybe it smelled somethin’, I dunno. Tha’ thing was odd, don’t think I’ve ever seen anythin’ like it. I hope, frankly, I never do. Dr. Wysdan: Can’t say I blame you. But thank you, for this information ma’am. Is that everything? Muldoon: Yeah, tha’s it. Thing burst off, haven’t seen it since. I left and jus’ went home after it happened. There’s a rustling, likely Dr. Wysdan nodding Dr. Wysdan: Then I’ll get outta your hair, ey? Enjoy your drink ma’am, thanks again. Muldoon: Sure, yeah. Have a good day. <End Log> Closing Statement: Due to the nature of the situation in Baring, and the town's isolated location, amnestics have only been utilized to cover up the existence of the photographs taken. The newspapers containing the image were confiscated. Discovery Log 7765.3: Tracking Log Foreword: This is the record of tracking SCP-7765. Record starts at 47°46'53.9"N 121°30'01.9"W. Due to the complexity of the task, only major events are included in this report. For a more complete record, please send a request to your site RAISA liaison. MTF Mu-145 ("Don't Troodon Me") E Squad Morales, Isidro - Team lead, field-analyst/strategist Lavigne, Jean-Marc - Field medic, combat specialist Edouard, Noah - Hunter, animal behavior specialist Whittaker, Lesley - Combat specialist Graves, Najeem - Hunter, tracker, lookout Fraser, Graham - Combat trainee <Begin Log> E Squad, Mu-145 approaches the designated location, just Northwest of Baring, Washington - walking alongside the South Fork Skykomish River. Morales spins on their heels and turns to face the squad, walking backwards for a moment as they talk. Morales: Alright, quick head count - everyone has what they need, yes? There are various sounds of agreement or nods from the team as Morales scans them over. Graves: Got the DNA tracker, you have the second- right Morales? Morales: [They nod] That I do. Fraser: How do those things- ah- work again? Maybe I should’ve asked this earlier but- [He descends into mumbling.] Morales: [They take out a device, it has a screen akin to a handheld radar] It’s fairly new tech, but it'll help us find this thing. Take a small piece, load it into here, send the rest back to site to be examined and presto! We're in business! We only got two though, the tech person who handed ‘em to me was very ornery about even getting us two. New, expensive, so let’s not drop them in the woods. Graves chuckles and gives a thumbs up. Morales: Oh! Speaking of preparation- Whittaker? I want tasers on full charge. Whittaker: [She sighs] Do you have to make that joke every time? Morales: Yes, yes I do. Fraser snickers faintly as Whittaker rolls her eyes. There's a click and a low buzzing of her activating the electrical prod. Whittaker: We’re not even the Clever Girls! Graves: You’re right, we’re an arguably better pun! Whittaker groans quietly, as does Edouard. Morales: That's the spirit, Graves! Now look alive, folks, there’s work to do. Graves, I want you to lead the second team. Take Edouard and Fraser with you, head Northward. Whittaker, Lavigne? You ladies are with me. We'll be heading West. Graves: Got it, boss. Lavigne nods silently. Whittaker: Sounds good to me. We'll just have to be more careful to watch our backs, with being split up. Morales: Of course, of course. Let's get a move on, the only thing we have to lose is daylight. There are various sounds of agreement from Mu-145, before the two teams split off and head in their designated directions. Morales alerts Command of the split. It should be noted that several members of MTF Mu-65 ("The Clever Girls") are overseeing as command. Team 1- Morales, Lavigne and Whittaker- walk through the woods in relative silence, scanning the trees and bushes. Lavigne raises her head and abruptly stops. Lavigne: You smell that? Morales: Huh? Lavigne: Blood. I smell blood. Morales: Well that's a statement and a half but- [they pause] yeah, yeah now I do too. Whittaker raises her gaze and sniffs the air, before slipping a flashlight from her belt and turning it on- starting to use the beam of light to sweep the foliage. Morales looks over. Morales: See anything? Whittaker: Gimme a second, [she takes a few steps forward, squints, sighs, then looks to Lavigne] where? Lavigne: Gimme that- [Whittaker hands her the flashlight, and Lavigne starts to walk] it's close, I can tell that one. Wind keeps shifting so it's a pain in the dick- Lavigne stops. Lavigne: Found… something- [She crouches down, and slips on a glove from her bag to pick up an object.] Whittaker: The hell's that? Morales tilts their head as Lavigne comes over- in her hand is a torn off piece of flesh. There are a few pieces of scales sticking out, one flakes off. Lavigne: Morales, this look like it's from anything in this area? Morales: That's more a question for Edouard, but that… doesn't look right. Hold on, lemme get out the tracker. Lavigne nods. Morales takes out the DNA Tracker. They then use a pair of tweezers to tear off a small piece of the flesh and insert it into a slide on the side of the device. It begins to make a small whirling sound. Morales: [They are reading the text on the screen] Calibrating, please wait. Lavigne shifts on her feet, Whittaker moves to look over Morales' shoulder as the device scans and analyzes the sample. It begins to make a very faint, but steady beeping sound. Morales squints. Morales: Huh… only pinging the sample. Whittaker: Weird- can this thing zoom out? Morales: Yeah, lemme- [They adjust a dial on the side, spinning it clockwise a few times.] …Huh. Lavigne: What? Morales: Nothing for 50 miles. And even that range feels overkill. Lavigne: This… sample looks nearly fresh- the blood's coagulated but not dried. No way in hell an animal got that far in so little time. Whittaker: Then looks like we might've found a piece of what we're looking for. Morales: But why wouldn't it ping the tracker? Lavigne: [She huffs] Did they hand us a piece of broken tech? Morales: No. The sample in your hand is setting off the tracker but… nothing else is. Whittaker: That thing keep track of the DNA sequence? Morales nods. Whittaker: Can we send it to command? If we can find any biological close matches it may help us in dealing with this thing when we do find it. Morales: Good idea, I'll get on that. Lavigne- bag that sample while we're at it. We can have them pick it up, probably. Might be better than just the sequences. Lavigne: On it. Graves is walking alongside Fraser, Edouard is a couple meters ahead of them- but still in sight. Fraser: Do we know how big this thing is? Graves: Nope. None a' the reports were anywhere near consistent. That's why we're thinkin' there may be several entities. Fraser: Oh- huh. Ok- [He glances around the trees.] Up ahead, Edouard suddenly stops. Graves squints and picks up his pace to catch up. Graves: What's going on-? Edouard: Ssh- stop. Graves closes his mouth, tilts his head. Fraser halts mid approach with a confused expression. Graves: [In a whisper] What is it? Edouard: Movement. I hear something. Follow me- quietly. Graves ducks his head, and signals to Fraser to come along. The three of them quietly move forward, following Edouard's lead. As they move, faint sounds can be heard. The distant cracking of branches or trees, growing slightly louder. Fraser: [Whispering] Oh it's big, isn't it… Edouard squints, and keeps moving. Roughly 200 meters from the team, movement can be seen. No clear form, but the movement of something is disturbing trees. A low series of rumbles pierces through the air. From this point, the present members lower their voices to whispers. Edouard: [He freezes, signaling with a hand for the others to do the same.] Stop- Graves: Fuckin' hell- could feel that in my chest. Fraser: What do we do? Edouard: Get down, get low. Graves: Let's see if it moves in a way that we can see what this thing is before we get in closer. We don't know what we're dealing with. Edouard nods, and the three crouch low in the foliage- watching the continued movement. After approximately two minutes, there's a sudden and louder snapping- and the sounds increase in frequency, a more high pitched noise is heard- before suddenly beginning to grow far fainter. Edouard: [In a whisper, seemingly to himself] Why are you going so fast..? What scared you? Graves: Shit. It's moving away- Fraser: Would it leave tracks? Maybe we can find those? Edouard nods, he pushes himself up to his feet with a grunt. He offers a hand to Graves to help him up, he takes it with a nod. Fraser stumbles up on his own. The team begins to move, heading towards the location where the noises and disturbance had been heard from. Fraser: There! I see something in the dirt- Graves: Good eye kid- They pick up speed, approaching the markings that Fraser had spotted. There are fallen twigs and leaves, as well by large marks in the soil. They partially resemble tracks of some clawed animal, accompanied by long and deep grooves- as though something was dragged. Fraser: What the- are these tracks..? Edouard: [He crouches down] Something's off with them. Graves: Almost looks like more than one set- were they dragging something? Edouard: Possibly. Fraser: Freaky- maybe it was something they hunted? Like as a pack? Edouard nods, and stands back up. Graves: Let's follow these, perhaps we can catch up to the things. Edouard: Good plan. Preliminary Field Analysis Report Collected by Jean-Marc Lavigne at approximately 47°47'02.5"N 121°31'04.6"W on 1/8/2023 Samples Collected: Organic Material: A singular sample of flesh found within the woods North of Barring, Washington. Biomass: 0.22 kg of organic material from an unidentified anomalous entity harvested from the woods surrounding Barring, Washington. Analysis: Sample was subjected to DNA sequencing and analysis by staff at Site-403. It was discovered, after undergoing several tests, that the recovered sample matches no known animal or organism that has been placed in the Foundation's genealogical archives nor general records of genetic material. Possibility of the sample being contaminated is unknown, further tests are pending. Implications: N/A Edouard: There's something on the ground ahead. Fraser looks up from the tracks the group is following, Graves squints. Graves: Looks like- skin? Fraser: Eugh- Graves and Edouard both approach the piece. It's grey, reasonably fresh looking. It lays at the outskirts of a clearing in the woods, some of the trees are broken or damaged. Edouard bats away a fly with his hand as he slips on a glove to pick it up. Edouard: [He turns to Graves] Load it into the tracker. Could be helpful. Fraser: It's smack dab in the middle of these tracks… Graves: Alright, I'll load a piece in- can you get the motion detector up and running while I'm at it? Edouard: On it. Graves loads a small piece of he sample into the tracker, and calibrates the device as Edouard activates a different device. The DNA tracker begins to make a faint beeping sound as it scans. Graves: We got a ping but… somethin's up. It's faint, but the radar is indicating it's right in the clearing… Fraser: That doesn't sound right. Graves: No, it doesn't. Graves begins to walk into the small clearing, Edouard and Fraser follow behind. Graves glances around, then down at the device- trying to find the source. Fraser: If it's pinging the tracker- shouldn't it… be here? Edouard: It's quiet. Fraser: Can animals not be quiet? Edouard makes a noise, almost uncomfortable- he places down the motion detector and glances around. He makes a barely audible mutter: Edouard: This place smells nasty. Graves: I don't get it- why ain't this thing working..? The steady beeping from the DNA tracker grows louder as Graves turns a few dials- trying to work it better- and the motion detector starts to ping. Fraser: What's that? Edouard: Something's moving. The motion detector screams to life, and the audio grows louder abruptly as the clearing erupts with movement and the sounds of countless wings. Morales' radio activates. Command: Morales, this is command, do you read? Whittaker and Lavigne look over. Morales: Yup, what's going on? Something wrong? Command: We've been scanning the area over on the satellite for the past hour or so, and found something that may be of importance. Morales: Oh? Command: Roughly two or three clicks North of the town we've spotted an unidentified building. Ran it past webcrawlers and found nothing on it- no zoning, no license- no online evidence that it even should be there. Let alone what it is. Due to its proximity to the town, it's something that's caught our attention as possibly important. Whittaker: [She approaches Morales to be audibly heard by Command] Do you want us to investigate? Lavigne: I hope so. That's probably be a better lead then stumbling around the woods blind for another hour… Command: Yes. Regroup with the rest of the team, and head to that location as soon as you can. We'll be sending the coordinates post-haste. Morales: On it, thank you. I'll contact Team 2 and tell 'em the sitch'. The source of the commotion is sighted to have been a flock of birds, judging by coloration and size from body cameras, they are either ravens or crows. Fraser had ducked down, he now raises his head as the others speak. Edouard: Just birds, jesus christ- Graves: Fuckin' hell, full a' birds and smellin' like shit. [He shakes out his head.] Edouard: …cause they were eating something. Fraser: Huh? Edouard: Scavengers. Whole place smells of death- [Edouard clicks on his flashlight, he raises it up to the trees] -and no wonder. Graves and Fraser both look up, clicking on their own lights. Many branches of above trees are broken or snapped, while others appear to have greyish, pale flesh caught on them. Some pieces half eaten by birds, but decently fresh. The bark of some trees drip with blood from these torn off fragments. Graves: So tha's why the tracker was freakin' out… but why the hell wasn't it pinging all of these? Fraser: Is it broken? Graves: Can't be, I tested it before arrival. Something isn't right with these samples. [He looks down at the DNA tracker, squinting.] Lemme try and get a sample from one of these other chunks. Edouard slips out a combat knife and approaches one of the trees, scraping a chunk of grey-ish flesh from the bark. Graves walks over so that he can load that sample into the tracker. The tracker's screen lights up, similar to earlier, the pinging is muffled and faint- as though the tracker is experiencing a glitch or bug. The only clear ping is the rest of the scrap on Edouard's knife. Graves: It's pingin' the sample, and a lil bit of another piece or two up that tree but… nothin' else here. Fraser: But that doesn't make sense! Why would the DNA be so different? Edouard: …what if it's changing. Fraser: Huh? Edouard: There's… only been one entity spotted at a time, but each time it looks different. These samples aren't fully working with the tracker. It's like a trail that's fading off. Graves: Are you suggesting this thing is like… mutating? Edouard: Rapidly. Fraser: That sounds bad- Edouard: It may be, if something like that evolves around anything thrown at it, it could become incredibly dangerous. Graves: Then we gotta find a way to track this damn thing down- Graves' radio sputters to life, he picks it up. Graves: This is Graves, over. Morales: Yo- there's been a change of plans. We just got word from command that there's an unidentified structure due North, they want us to check it out. It may have some connection to this thing. Make your way back to the river, we'll meet you there. Over. Fraser: [To Graves, quietly] Well ask and ye shall receive… Graves: Got it, captain. I'll fill ya in on our findings when we rendezvous. Over. [He returns the radio to his hip] Alright, let's get back to the river, c'mon- Fraser follows Graves as he quickly turns on his heel and begins to head back. Edouard lingers briefly. Edouard's eyes trail to the large tracks on the forest floor, he raises his compass and watches the needle. It should be noted that the tracks are heading North. <End Log> Exploration Log 7765.1 Foreword: This is a document detailing the investigation conducted within a previously unidentified building about 1.24 miles North of the town of Baring, Washington. The recording starts at 47°48'36.7"N 121°29'12.9"W, roughly two minutes before entry. MTF Mu-145 ("Don't Troodon Me") E Squad Morales, Isidro - Team lead, field-analyst/strategist Lavigne, Jean-Marc - Field medic, combat specialist Edouard, Noah - Hunter, animal behavior specialist Whittaker, Lesley - Combat specialist Graves, Najeem - Hunter, tracker, lookout Fraser, Graham - Combat trainee <Begin Log> MTF Mu-145 is approaching the designated location, the group speaking quietly with one another as they do so. Fraser: How come- how come they're sending us to check this out? I mean I'm not complaining it's better than the woods but like… why? Graves: Close enough to everythin' that's been happenin' to be suspicious, probably. Morales: I'd been thinking about that too while we were walking, honestly. I'm half expecting to just find something rundown, I dunno. Edouard: This is all very strange. Lavigne: Oh gee I wonder why. [She rolls her eyes] Not like we're doing normal work here. Edouard: [He huffs] I don't mean like that. Not general- something about all this it's… mm. Graves: It's what? Whittaker: Spit it out. Graves: Don't be rude. Edouard is quiet for a few moments longer, before raising his head. Edouard: I looked over the other documents relating to the anomaly before we left. Noticed something. Whittaker: And that is? Edouard: Weird consistencies. The sightings were all the Northside of town, it's always night, and the sightings seem to always be once a week- which is honestly the strangest. Fraser: Wait really? Once a week? Lavigne: But there were several sightings on the 6th. The image aside, two other people spotted it then. Doesn't that break the pattern? Edouard: Not necessarily. Morales: Were the depictions all consistent? If not, then maybe that breaks the pattern- but if it's the same thing than… than that's just odd. Edouard: [He shakes his head] I don't think they were consistent. Graves: It's odd in general, hon'stly. Edouard's right, this is strange. Lavigne: What, do you think this is something deliberate? Edouard: Don't know. Maybe it's just a creature of habit, maybe there's something else happening. Morales: So maybe a mysterious building in the middle of nowhere has some connection. Edouard: The tracks were in this direction. Morales: Well that bodes well. [They glance down at a device at their wrist] We're approaching the location, keep an eye out gang. Lavigne: I smell smoke. Morales: Oh well that's the first good sign. Whittaker: I smell it too- not burning trees, either. Fraser: Uh oh- Morales' furrows their brow, they signal to the team- MTF Mu-145 begins to move quicker, crossing through the trees and into a small clearing, the building is now in sight. It's large, concrete walls- half constructed into the side of a hill. The entire front of the building is collapsed and damaged, some smoke billows from a larger hole, and a few scattered gaps in the rubble. Lavigne: Well I'll be damned. Graves: Think it's safe enough to try 'n get in through one of those gaps? There's smoke. Morales: Let's find out. Morales approaches closer to the rubble- a sidewall slightly more intact than the front- and crouches down to stare through one of the lower gaps. Morales: Place is torn to hell and back, but I see space through there- smoke's only at the top, fire ain't at this spot just yet. We'll be safe to head through, but get out your respirators I don't want anyone passing out on me. The members of MTF Mu-145 all equipt given respirators, before one-by-one entering the building through the gap in the rubble. They emerge into the remains of a hallway, the smoke from a current unseen fire has stained the walls black. The ceiling is heavily torn and damaged- tile ripped out of place, lights shattered and wires dangling down. Whittaker: Oi! Mind the wires, some of them might be live. The others nod, crouching down. Fraser makes a worried noise, glancing up above him. Morales: Let's head down this hall, be on the lookout for fire. They signal for the team to follow. It's quiet in the building aside from the crunching of rubble underfoot, and a faint crackling sound. When the team emerges into a larger room. It has three other hallways branching from it; one of which has been collapsed. It's on the opposite side of the room as the MTF, and the surrounding area is heavily damaged. The walls torn, ceiling damaged. The source of the fire is found here too. It burns against the remains of what might have been furniture and a carpet- tucked between two of the hallways in a corner. The linoleum of the rest of the room's floors, and the brick of the wall, seemed to have prevented it from spreading further. The smoke has stained large portions of the room. Fraser: [He coughs, shakes out his head] Well- least it isn't a big fire. Whittaker: Fuckin' hell it almost looks like someone firebombed this place. Morales: Well, something certainly tore through here. Graves: Ya think it might've been the anomalies? Or anomaly-? Morales: Got nothing else to blame, currently. So it's most likely. Edouard glances between the two intact hallways, scans the walls briefly. He pauses and approaches the hallway on the right, brushing some soot away from a plaque on the wall. Graves looks over and tilts his head. Graves: What's that, Edouard? Edouard: Hall labels. 'Research and Development', 'Testing', 'Department Head' and 'Containment'. Fraser: Containment? This isn't a Foundation site. Lavigne: Foundation didn't invent the word, honey. Whittaker: Still worrying, regardless. If they've got shit contained here. Edouard: May want to switch that to past tense. Whittaker: Ehh, tomayto-tomahto. Graves: So we've either found a whole new problem, or somethin' even more concernin'- because frankly I don't like the implications- if the anomaly we've been looking for is something that was held here. The fuck were they doing, considering it kept on getting out? Whittaker: [She looks around] Dunno if it's a good thing or a bad thing that this place is totaled… Morales: Not sure Graves, but maybe we can find out if that part of this place isn't totalled. Edouard: Are we gonna head down this way? Morales: What's the other hall? Whittaker slips over to the other side of the room, checking the plaque. Whittaker: Looks like offices, bathroom, cafeteria. Basic staff shit- everything we're looking for is probably down the other way. Morales nods. Morales: Then let's make haste. If these people have information on the anomaly, it could be indispensable to figuring out what's going on. MTF Mu-145 moves down the hallway, these part of the building is not as damaged as the previous room- though cracks are present along the walls, along with damage along the ceiling. The ceiling begins to rise, and the team approaches a door labeled with "Containment". The door is unlocked when Morales turns the handle, and pushes it open. The team enters the room, it's small and contains a table. There is observational equipment, and a electronic pad resting on a table Within this room is a large glass window, stretching along the side of the wall. Past the window is a concrete room- it is mostly featureless, aside from another window higher up on the opposite side, and a gate on the side. The concrete floor and walls have scratches and marks on the inside. A far corner corner has a thin, messy pile of pressed-down straw. Edouard: Claw marks on the concrete. Whittaker: Well, there definitely was something in here. Looks like your standard containment unit. Fraser: Doesn't look too big. That bodes well, right? Graves: Maybe, least it means that it maybe only held one animal. Looks like a nest in the corner there. Lavigne approaches the table, examining it's contents. She glances up at the containment unit. Lavigne: Seems they were keeping a close eye on this, I see cameras in every top corner. Graves: What's on the pad? Lavigne picks it up, scans it over. Luckily, there is no password and she is able to access its contents. Lavigne: These are test logs. Kinda shoddily written but it's mostly dates. All look recent. Morales: What kind of tests? Lavigne: Listed as "Exposure Tests", this page here looks like some sort of schedule. Edouard moves over, he peaks over Lavigne's shoulder. Edouard: Wait… I recognize those dates. Whittaker: Heh? Edouard: Look- December 14th, 19th, 27th - are the same dates people sighted the anomaly. Lavigne: They were letting it out. Edouard: That's why there was consistency. Fraser: Why were they testing it? Whittaker: [She shrugs] Not sure, maybe same reason Foundation does? To learn? Though the Foundation doesn't let shit run amok in the woods the way these people have. Lavigne: As I said. Shoddy. Morales looks to a drawer on the desk, they open it up and shift through. Morales: More papers, these are older- seems the first dated one here is… mid last year by the looks of things? [Morales picks up a paper, begins to read from it] "Subject growth has begun, and progressing at a steady rate. She's lasted longer than past attempts, we've got our fingers crossed she'll make it through gestation." Whittaker: They grew it in a test tube? Fuck me. Fraser: Does it say why? Whittaker: What are the other papers, Morales? Morales: Notes, written down observations mostly. Behaviors, mostly. They'd give it things and write down what it did. Looks like they kept on trying to push specific reactions out of it. Sometimes through violence, sometimes general stimulation. Edouard's face twists as Morales continues, but he says nothing. Morales: One note here mentions using taser prods and noting behavior till they stopped having an effect on it. Though some of the tests were more tame- so it's a bit odd. Like this one: [They are reading from a paper] "The subject was provided with a rubber ball, rolled into the containment through the gate. Subject was initially startled, before began to nudge it around for roughly 3 minutes, before bringing it back to her nest and began to chew on it. Marks from the teeth are to be measured to monitor growth and strength. It seems she may be developing a hunting drive." there's an afterword about providing it with more things to chew on to encourage jaw strength and growth. Fraser: That's a weird way to say 'it played with a ball'. Lavigne: Eh, guess they wanted to make it sound scientific. Fraser: Still weird. Why go from giving it toys to shocking it? What do they want? Or is this just standard for 'fucked up science'? Whittaker: Maybe. Anything else on this thing? Morales: Seems they kept it in this containment unit while it matured. [They pause, picks up a paper and begins to read from it with a quizzical look] "Greater changes to her physiology have been observed- more than the last few days. Her body is starting to quickly change. She is truly a spectacle to behold in movement, watching the growths take hold." Graves: Changing? Wait, shit- Edouard, remember what you- Edouard: Yeah. Looks like that's confirmation. Graves ducks his head in a nod. Morales: Wonder if the exposure tests were to try and prompt more growth. Only so much a thing can change to adapt to a concrete box and isolated elements thrown in its face. Lavigne: Would make sense. Judging by all the sightings it worked. Never looked really the same between the times people were seein' it. Morales: [They dig through the papers, before holding one up] The most recent note is from roughly the 27th of December, they had to move it to a bigger container. So there's another unit in here somewhere. Whittaker: Maybe we can find it. Morales: There were some halls own the way from here, we can check them out. Moving away from the containment unit, the team comes to a new cross-section of halls. One to the left, one to the right. After a few moments of debate, the team heads down the right hallway. Morales: [Reading the label upon the wall] Department head- that door down that way might be to the office of whoever was in charge of this place. Whittaker: Let's check it out then. Morales nods, and the team moves down the hallway. The door appears jammed, when Morales first tries it- but the combined effort of them and Graves manages to force it open. If not for the labelings within the hall and upon the door, the heavy damage to the room would've made it difficult to determine the room as an office. The glass window that appears to overlook the previously seen mid-sized containment room is shattered, a fallen steel beam splits the room- having crushed the desk and destroyed large swaths of the wall. Papers are scattered across the floor, torn, damaged, dirty. Morales kneels down and begins to sift through the paper. Morales: If there's information about what the hell this thing is, or why they made it, it's here. Whittaker: [She moves to join them in searching] If it hasn't been totalled like the rest of this place. After approximately a minute of the two sorting through and looking over the papers towards the rooms entrance, Lavigne enters the room- leaving Graves, Edouard and Fraser outside keeping watch. She paces an open portion of it near the destroyed remains of the desk, staring down and scanning the papers. Roughly a few seconds later, she pauses, squints, and crouches down. Whittaker looks up. Whittaker: Find something, Lav? Lavigne: Maybe. And what did I tell you 'bout calling me that? Whittaker snickers. Lavigne gives a tired chuckle before her expression shifts, eyes scanning across the paper she's since picked up. Morales and Whittaker both note the change. Morales: What is it? Lavigne: Somethin' fucking labeled with an MC&D stamp. [She flicks a corner of the paper with a disdainful look]. Whittaker: Eugh. Morales: That may be something- is it a funding thing? Wouldn't be surprised if they were backing a place like this. Lavigne: No, it ain't funding. This is a work order. I think we've found why they made our little beastie. Morales: They commissioned it? Lavigne nods. Lavigne: [She continues to scan it over] Whole lotta money went into that thing, I'll tell you that. Technology here all seemed experimental, or just straight up utilizing anomalous means. Mu-200 is gonna have one hell of a time combing through here for all the shit. And- There's a pause, Lavigne squints at the page. Lavigne: Oh fuck me. Whittaker: Why. Morales tilts their head. Lavigne: [She is reading from the paper] "The following order is to issue the creation, raising, and training of a biologically engineered fauna for militaristic and combat scenarios". It's a goddamn bioweapon. No wonder those testing logs were tracking its capabilities so closely. Morales sucks in a breath. Whittaker: Well ain't that fucking peachy! Her exclamation gets the attention of the three remaining team members outside, who now stand by the doorway and listen. Graves frowns, Edouard seems to bare his teeth with a brief flash of anger. Fraser shifts nervously and watches. Morales: So that's why they kept on letting it out too, kept pushing it. They wanted to turn it to a weapon. Graves: Push it hard enough and eventually it'll turn violent. Or into somethin' deadly enough for their purposes. Morales: Exactly. Edouard: Poor thing… Whittaker: We gotta find this thing, now. If this thing is still here we gotta get to it before it gets back out and raises hell. Edouard: Then let's keep following the ruins. By the looks if it, she tore through here. She may still be here. Whittaker: If she is, she's damn quiet! Lavigne: That's a good trait in a weapon. Fraser: And a fucking terrifying statement! Morales: All the more reason to be careful, [They push themselves up to their feet] perhaps the best way to try and find the anomaly is to just follow the damage it left. Graves: Portions are collapsed, but it may be possible. Morales: Then let's get to it. The team leaves the office, and retraces back towards the hallway connecting to the containment unit- this time electing to taking the left hallway, heading down alongside the unit until reaching a turn. This turn enters them into a far larger hall then the others- with higher ceilings and wider walls. There's a large collection of collapsed rubble to the left, but to the right the hallway continues; partially torn open- appearing to have sustained less damage aside from the floor and ceiling showing deep gouges. A large metal gate, closed, is to the right. Whittaker: There's the containment gate, I think. Fraser: Huh- guess they were using this hall to like… move it? Whittaker nods. Whittaker: Probably isn't as damaged because the thing could fit through here. Morales: Let's keep down this hall then, maybe it kept the anomaly going in a path of least resistance instead of tearing holes in the walls. The team begins to move down the hallway, it begins to show more damage. The claw marks growing more frequent, pieces of fallen off flesh begin to be seen, bits of flaked off dark scales stick to some of them. It's all accompanied by blood, drawn across the ground in a continuous, large trail. Whittaker: Forget I said it isn't as damaged. God damn, our little friend definitely was the one that tore through here. Lavigne: Little? Fraser: Oh what the hell- Morales: Why does this thing keep falling apart like this..? Graves: Well- it was designed to rapidly evolve, right? Maybe it… I dunno sheds unneeded stuff? Edouard stares silently down at the blood as they continue. Lavigne: That would make sense- though those testing logs back from that containment unit never mentioned anything about it shedding. Whittaker: Recent development? Graves: Considerin' this thing? Wouldn't be surprised… Lavigne also glances down at the blood. Lavigne: These are drag marks, might've hurt itself tearing through here. Or that's a side effect from the 'shedding'. Freshness of this all bodes quite well. Morales: Sarcasm or..? Lavigne: Depends on how gung-ho you are about finding this anomaly. These marks dictate it might've started to slow down, look ahead- there's a larger staining before the drag marks continue. It was taking breaks. Morales: Let's see if we can catch up, then. Graves furrows his brow, he glances at Edourd for a moment. At one of the pieces of fallen off flesh, Graves pauses and stares at it, seeming to think before crouching down. It prompts Edouard to stop and look over, followed by a few of the others. Graves loads a sample of what can now be presumed is SCP-7765 into the DNA tracker, and begins to calibrate the device. Whittaker: Graves, what are you doing? This thing hasn't worked with our trackers, I doubt it'll work now- The DNA tracker begins to make a steady, louder than before, pinging sound. There's a pause of silence from the team, Whittaker tenses and stares at Graves as he raises his head. Graves: Well… somethin' changed. Morales darts over to Graves' side, peering at the device. The radar screen displays a large collection of pings at it's northern edge. Fraser: We- we're sure they made one of these things, right? Just the one? Lavigne: One can hope. Fraser: Ah- Morales is silent for a few moments, staring at the radar. He then raises his head and silently signals the team to start moving again. Graves: There's a piece up ahead, away from the large concentration. Lavigne: Yeah, I think I see it. At a bend in the hall, a storage closet's walls had been torn away. Several large white canisters of an unidentified substance are scattered along the floor. Majority are broken open, the floor is covered by frost. Laying amongst the canisters is a large, frozen piece of flesh. A limb, with three clawed fingers, juts from it. Edouard: I think that's the biggest piece yet. Fraser: That-that's an arm. Lavigne: Great observation, kid. [She approaches it, scans it over] Liquid nitrogen, must've cracked these open and lost the limb to 'em. Whittaker: Huh- thing tears this whole lab without much injury- least at the beginning, but some liquid nitrogen sheers off its flesh? Morales stares at it for a few moments, then grabs one of the intact canisters and hoists it over their shoulder. Whittaker: What are you gonna do with that? Throw it at the thing? Morales: Maybe! Seemed to have done something to it. A slim chance of it working again is still a chance. Whittaker: Mm. Graves: Got a point with that, I suppose. Lavigne: How close are we, Graves? Graves: Very, I think the hallway ends just beyond this turn, large room maybe? There's… a lot of pings. Big circle. Lavigne: Oh boy. Morales: Any of them moving? Graves: No. They all seem still. Morales blinks. Edouard again glances down at the blood upon the floor as they walk, taking the turn of the hallway. Whittaker: Ohhhh… that's a bigass doorway- The team enters a room through the remains of two massive metal gates, which have since been torn off their hinges and lay on the inside of the room. Like the hall, the concrete floor is gouged by deep grooves- marred by blood and pieces of fallen off flesh. The room itself is large, circular. Estimations from footage place its diameter at roughly 30 meters. The concrete has sustained damage, but not as much as the halls leading to here. The claw marks here look older. Laying collapsed in the center of this room is a mass of tangled flesh, limbs, and bone. It spans nearly the entirety of the ground, sprawled out haphazardly. Blood and viscera splatters the floor and walls, stains gashes in the flesh carved by ribs and teeth. It is motionless. This is SCP-7765. Morales: Is it… dead..? Whittaker: I don't know weather to be damn grateful, or be mad I was getting tense over a corpse. Lavigne narrows her eyes, scanning over the anomalys mass. Lavigne: Fuckin' hell, it's huge. Edouard approaches SCP-7765, watching it carefully. He steps over a tail-like structure, avoiding the sharp spurs jutting from it. An eye embedded in the flesh is glassy. Graves: Edouard, be careful- Edouard: I am… Carefully, Edouard places a gloved hand against a section of undamaged, black scales. There's silence, for a moment. Edouard: Not breathing, not moving. I think it is dead. Whittaker: I feel like I can see why just by looking at it. It's all torn open, you'd think a Sarkic sunk its claws into this thing with all these growths. Edouard pauses, his eyes widen briefly and he looks up to the anomaly again. Edouard: Rapid evolution… Whittaker: Heh? Morales: Fuck. The reports. This thing was built to change, and fast. Guess there was no… no genetic off-switch for when it "peaked", so to speak. So it just kept going and going and going. Edouard: 'till she couldn't go any further. Graves: So it basically turned cancerous? For all intents and purposes? Trying to regrow things it already had? Graves gestures towards the top of SCP-7765, where the bones from at least two entangled spinal cords are visible and jutting from the flesh. Morales: Yeah. No natural animal can be this big. Its own weight must've crushed it. Lavigne: God damn. Thing probably suffocated. Or just… fell apart completely. I can't even tell if half this shit is even connected to it anymore. Whittaker walks alongside SCP-7765's body, scanning it up and down. Whittaker Wonder why it broke back into this place, why not book it and stay in the woods? Graves: It's almost like it came here to die… y'know, like how elephants have graveyards? Edouard: This lab is probably all she ever knew, only place of consistent food and shelter. All the damage is frantic. Perhaps she knew she was dying. Graves: …and came to the only place i-she associated with safety? Edouard nods. Edouard: Possibly. Fraser: Well that's… huh. That's kinda sad. Morales frowns. Edouard: At the end of the day, she was just an animal. Guess the people here didn't account for that when they tried to make a weapon. Lavigne: Whelp, seems they paid for it. This place is in ruins- wouldn't be surprised if the Foundation knocks it down fully once we're done here. Whittaker has moved to the other side of the room, scanning along the length of SCP-7765. She has come to stop near a head-like structure, with several split open lower jaws extending from it. The eyes here too, are glassy and lifeless. Whittaker: We should call command, tell 'em it's dead- send in the cleanup and containment equipment to get this thing. Morales nods, reaching for his communications. Graves deactivates the DNA tracker. Graves: Guess when she was gettin' so close to death, things didn't change as much. Set off the tracker enough. Fraser: Do you think it could- like- come back? Can you evolve around being dead? Graves: That's what calling containment is for, this is in Mu-200's hands now. LAVIGNE! How fresh is the body? Lavigne looks over from her position, now standing with Whittaker. She has to raise her voice due to the distance. Lavigne: Fresh! Livor mortis hasn't set in, nothings colgulated. Graves: All the more reason to call containment. Fraser: So it could come back? Graves: Dunno, but jus' cause it's braindead don't mean all it's cells have died. So it could, if we ain't careful. Graves glances at the liquid nitrogen container Morales had brought, and since rested upon the floor. Graves: Suppose we at least know something may work in keeping the remains. Fraser ducks his head in a nod, glancing over at the remains of SCP-7765. Morales finishes communications with command, and looks to the team. Morales: Two-hundred's on their way, they'll be here shortly. Command's given the OK to head on out. Graves: Sounds good, capt'n. Fraser: Oh thank god. Morales signals for Whittaker and Lavigne to come back over. Graves moves and puts a hand on Edouard's shoulder, who'd been quietly staring at SCP-7765 with a somber look. Edouard sighs lightly and looks up at him, before both of them begin to move as Morales calls for the team to start to make their leave. <End Log> Afterword: MTF Mu-200 "Leave No Trace" would successfully arrive at location within the hour. SCP-7765's remains would be cut into three sections in order to remove it from the building, and for ease of containment. The building has been set for demolition under the guise of being abandoned. Investigations revolving around the individual responsible for SCP-7765's creation, known only as "Lockwood", are undergoing. |
SCP-7766 | pending | JakdragonX Author Page | Discussion | Feeling Lucky? More by JakdragonX: SCP-6200 — INSOMNIUM TATTLETALE — [ENTRY REMOVED FROM DATABASE] SCP-6864 — Belwood Staffing > New user detected. Initiating necessary protocols for SIMULACRUM connection… > ATTENTION: The following requires LEVEL 5 RESTRICTED access. Failure to authenticate will result in your immediate detainment by nearby Mobile Task Forces who have already flagged this device's location. > Enter a valid username and password to continue. >> F0N61700 >> ***************** > Elevated account detected. Generating administrator profile… Login successful. Welcome to the Interface. You have notifications. > New messages have been received at 19:36. Auto-populating viewing window to display content… FROM: The Administrator TO: You SUBJECT: Assignment Task Greetings, Seven, and welcome to the Interface. The Order has been expecting your arrival. You are here because there is a traitor within our ranks. Thirteen thinks that he is safe, hiding away and terrorizing our SIMULACRUM behind his digital avatar. It is your responsibility, as the Black Rabbit of this Order, to locate and terminate him — using any and all means you deem necessary. Two has also provided you access to the below documentation; hopefully, it serves as a valuable resource to use against your target. There is a valet waiting for you behind the south office building. Whether or not you use him as a resource is entirely up to your discretion. Just be sure to use the disposal unit nearby should you decide against it. He has no friends, no family, and no further means to our organization. We will maintain cellular contact. Item#: 7766 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo A recent snapshot of SCP-7766, hosting nearly 2 million users, 103 thousand simulated assets, and 170 unique explorable areas. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7766 is currently contained within Site-119 as part of the SIMULACRUM Project. As of writing, SCP-7766 and all dedicated SIMULACRUM hardware remains physically hosted underneath Site-119's DEEPWELL, approximately 23 kilometers below ground level. All Foundation operatives working within SCP-7766 have been connected to the anomaly via virtual reality stasis chambers located on-site. Medical staff remains on standby at all times to monitor and treat subjects in the event of an emergency. Physical security has also been increased within Site-119 to accommodate the added capacity. Internal security and management of SCP-7766 have been delegated to Level 3 and Level 4 Foundation enforcers operating as governmental and corporate figures. Monitoring systems integrated within SCP-7766 are to be maintained both physically and virtually to ensure data remains accurate to Site-119 and Site-01 respectively. Other entities within SCP-7766 — whether they are procedurally generated simulacra or physical humans — must continue being monitored and tracked by automated programs for signs of deviance and/or awareness of SCP-7766. Should these entities begin to display the aforementioned characteristics, they are to be immediately ejected from SCP-7766 and, if applicable, terminated. Copies of their digital profiles are to be archived and stored so that they can be recreated within SCP-7766 to prevent additional breaches to the Veil. In the event that automated systems fail in removing the aforementioned subjects from SCP-7766, they are to either be located and apprehended by integrated agents or physically removed from their interfacing devices and disposed of accordingly. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7766 is the city known as Agate, an advanced simulation hosted through SIMULACRUM hardware and Site-119's physical infrastructure. SCP-7766 utilizes a combination of cyberanomalous technologies1 that allows it to remain indistinguishable from baseline reality. SCP-7766 is maintained and monitored internally via the local Agate government and several large companies operating within the city, all of which are controlled by integrated Foundation officials. The city itself has been separated into 6 unique quadrants or "Districts" that are divided between socioeconomic status, geographic conditions, and other identifying factors. Said Districts are as follows: Diamond District: Located in the central region of the city, the Diamond District is comprised mostly of large corporate buildings and other office towers surrounding a city circle, which acts as the economic and cultural center of SCP-7766. The District itself has a total area of nearly 3 square kilometers and uses diagonal roads to point citizens toward the city circle. Housing and other public resources are severely limited here as space is reserved for tourist attractions and corporate buildings. Silver District: Immediately surrounding the Diamond District, the Silver District houses most of SCP-7766's upper-class citizens. Buildings located within the Silver District are either apartments, townhomes, condominiums, or — for the more wealthy citizens — entire properties within the city itself. The Silver District also contains most of the region's private schools, several popular tourist attractions, and other luxury venues. Cambry District: The Cambry District, otherwise known as the "Market District," is a large region west of SCP-7766 acting primarily as a marketplace for the middle class. Said District also contains most of the city's external facilities, factories, warehouses, and other public centers that allow SCP-7766 to continually supply their citizens with goods and other services. Redline District: Like the Silver District, the Redline District houses the middle-class citizens of SCP-7766. It is also the largest SCP-7766 District, containing a majority of the general population. While public facilities and schools are still available along its borders, they are smaller, relatively sparse, and underfunded in comparison to both the Cambry and Silver Districts. Blackout District: The Blackout District is home to the low-income citizens of SCP-7766. The District was named for its frequent rolling blackouts and brownouts that occur during the summer and the winter. While poverty and crime rates within the Blackout District are increasingly high, they are also nowhere near the extent of the No Man's District. The Blackout District sits along the far-south side of SCP-7766. No Man's District: The No Man's District is located along the far edges of SCP-7766. As the name suggests, this region is notorious for increased rates of poverty and crime, which deter most citizens from entering the District. It is also the most underfunded of the six Districts, with public services being restricted and, in some cases, outright unavailable. Authorities and other enforcers have all been barred from entry by violent street gangs and other organized crime syndicates, making it the most dangerous area inside SCP-7766. As of writing, SCP-7766 contains over 2.6 million users, most of which are either automated AI or physical humans unknowingly interfacing with the anomaly through existing virtual reality devices. > Monitoring systems have detected movement. > You received new messages at 22:10. Seems you're on the move. Good. Valet was too slow for my tastes. I'm not surprised. Do you know where you're going? I have a few ideas. Why, do you have any recommendations? Your guess is as good as mine. You know, typically when people ask me for favors like these they at least try to give me some information to work with. Expecting another miracle? It's what you do best. Besides I know you. You would've complained if I gave you all the answers. This would've been far easier if you weren't so anal about scrubbing all of our physical intel. Figures you'd be the one making my job even harder. You'll be thanking me later. It was a necessary evil. Imagine if someone like Thirteen had all of those old dossiers. Do you really want someone like him knowing about your personal life? You say that like it doesn't already apply to you. It doesn't. Not everything atleast. And regardless, there's a difference between me having that intel and someone like Thirteen having it. Yeah, I guess. The other one's not a control freak. > ERROR: Further access to documentation requires the selection of a SIMULACRUM profile. > Please choose one of the following to continue. > VN089834 - ■■■■■□ SYNC FAILED! > VN056313 - ■■■□□□ SYNCING… > VN071811 - ■□□□□□ SYNCING… > VN012834 - □□□□□□ UNAVAILABLE > VN024913 - ■■■■■■ READY > VN008534 - ■■□□□□ SYNC FAILED! > VN023951 - ■■■■■□ SYNCING… > VN034901 - ■■■■■□ SYNCING… > VN018245 - □□□□□□ UNAVAILABLE > VN049584 - ■□□□□□ SYNC FAILED! > + 1632364 more >> vn024913 > Selection confirmed. Uploading VN024913's user profile and simulated experience(s) from SCP-7766… > Note that aspects of this document will now adapt and/or change to accommodate the selected profile. USER PROFILE - VN024913 Preview image of user player. ]NAME: Jakob Xavier Reigen AGE: 24 OCCUPATION: Computer Progammer at Aregonyx Incorporated BACKGROUND: Born in New Castle, Virginia USA, Reigen was raised in a middle-class home alongside his sister Anna. After attending his first year of high school at Grande Central, Reigen was immediately recognized for his heightened intellect and acute awareness, excelling in all academic categories. He would eventually graduate with an honors diploma and enroll into the University of Central Florida, where he would receive his Bachelor in Information Technology after obtaining a GPA of 4.6. Reigen would later be scouted by Foundation operatives after an incident in which he was affected by an anomalous entity. After its neutralization, Reigen was unknowingly introduced to Project SIMULACRUM and subsequently reintegrated into SCP-7766 via amnestic identity reconstruction (AIR) to help study the long-term effects of the human consciousness within cyberspace. Reigen now lives in a one-bedroom apartment within the Redline District. As of writing, he remains employed by Aregonyx — a weapons distributor and currently the largest company within Agate — as a computer programmer working the second shift. TRAITS: Endurance Strength Perception Intelligence Agility Luck NOTE: All traits listed above have been LOCKED from further edits and cannot be changed at this time. ADDENDUM ONE NOTE: On August 25th, 2032, Jakob Reigen was involved in the following significant SCP-7766 event after leaving his work. All recordings were captured from Reigen's optical lens camera, which has been left mostly unedited for viewability and transparency concerns. [BEGIN LOG] Capture begins with Reigen walking along an empty hallway towards an exit door. The surrounding walls are painted an off-shade of white, with large fluorescent lights hanging overhead. In Reigen's left hand he carries a phone, and he is in the midst of a conversation. REIGEN: I— yes sir, no I understand. Reigen stumbles slightly as he pushes open the door leading outside and into the Cambry District. It is nighttime, with orange-tinted streetlights slightly illuminating the stairs leading from the exit door and into a large alleyway. There is a dumpster several meters away, with trash overflowing onto the ground. REIGEN: The reason the GALC terminal didn't work yesterday was — yes, someone misrouted the serial cable again. I promise you the actual program was working fine before I left. Reigen walks down the stairs and turns left, navigating to the end of the alley and into Clanken Street. REIGEN: I'm alright, Jeremy. Just… yeah. But I'll let you go — sorry again. Reigen coughs as he walks down Clanken Street. The road is notably desolate — office buildings tower over him as he walks past an empty bus stop. REIGEN: Don't worry, I'll be fine. See you tomorrow. The phone call is disconnected as Reigen passes another smaller alley, approaching a nearly vacant parking lot. Several digital billboards can be seen cycling through nightly advertisements in the distance. Reigen continues approaching the middle of the parking lot as he searches his pockets. Dark shadows can be seen darting along the pavement, but Reigen pays no attention. REIGEN: (Offhand) Goddamnit, where did they go…? Reigens fumbles his hands in his pockets more as he continues walking. After a moment his hand slips out, and his wallet falls onto the ground. He stops and leans downward, cursing softly as he reaches for his wallet. The feed slightly distorts as Reigen is suddenly pushed away from his wallet, into a nearby parked vehicle. He grunts as he slams into the passenger door. After a moment of laughter and heckling, Reigen looks up to see a gang of men wearing balaclavas and dark hoodies looking toward him. UNKNOWN: Ah, shit, sorry man. (He pauses) This yours? Some of the members laugh nearby as Reigen stumbles to his feet. He begins to approach the masked individual in front of him. REIGEN: Come on, man. Knock it off I'm just trying to get— A fist darts to the right of Reigen, connecting just above the jawline. He drops to the ground as his knees buckle from the blow. UNKNOWN 2: (Distant) Get his ass! The gang runs up to Reigen, surrounding him before each member begins to kick him in various regions. Reigen curls into a defensive position while the onslaught continues. One-by-one, each member takes turns in attacking him, which continues for nearly a minute. The group momentarily pauses as the sounds of sirens can be heard faintly. UNKNOWN 3: Got the wallet! The group cheers before beginning their retreat. Reigen remains still as the first member spits at him before finally retreating as well. Reigen remains motionless for several minutes, shaking slightly. Finally, Reigen moves his arms underneath his body, slowly standing up. There are cuts and slight bruises around his body, while his left eye is swollen shut, obstructing the video feed by half. Reigen breathes deeply as he makes a final effort to search his pockets, finding nothing of interest beyond a single 20-dollar bill. He sighs defeatedly before walking away from the parking lot and towards Abrashire Road. He continues walking for 15 minutes until stopping at the front entrance of Rothwell Subway Station. He glances around his vicinity before walking down the stairs leading into the station. He enters into a dimly-lit platform, with chipped and grimy tiles lining the walls. A man can be seen leaning against a nearby column, coughing. A full subway train has stopped on the tracks with all of its doors open — which Reigen eventually walks through. Rothwell Subway Station. Reigen walks to the rear of the train, finding a vacant seat along the wall facing the platform. Several minutes pass before the doors leading to the train automatically close. Murmuring and whispering can be heard faintly as the train begins accelerating along the tracks. Reigen retrieves his cellphone and begins navigating through news articles as the train continues traveling. UNKNOWN: Hey. Reigen stops scrolling and looks to his right. An older woman is looking at him. REIGEN: Hi? UNKNOWN: Your face. Are you okay? Reigen strokes the injured side of his face with his hand. His bruises from before have now darkened considerably. REIGEN: Yeah, I'll be alright. Thanks. UNKNOWN: Here. The woman hands Reigen some tissue paper and a bandage, which he accepts. After a pause, Reigen dabs his face with the tissues before applying the bandage, stuffing both into his pocket once he's finished. REIGEN: Thank you again. The woman smiles. UNKNOWN: Where are you heading? REIGEN: Just home. You? UNKNOWN: Meeting someone. Reigen nods before the train begins to slow and screech to a stop. Passengers inside begin to stand and look around as the lights on the train are shut off. Reigen turns off his phone and glances around. The woman speaking to him previously is no longer there. INTERCOM: Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm. The train is now going to temporarily stop— The intercom begins to distort before cutting out entirely. Some passengers begin to vocalize concern as the train rocks slightly. UNKNOWN 2: What was that? The train rocks again. The front passengers begin to retreat towards the back of the train, tripping and falling over legs inside the aisle. Other passengers are either recording with their personal devices or speaking to others. UNKNOWN 3: Everyone alright? Reigen stands up from his chair, only to be immediately slammed backward by the force of an explosion. Passengers scream as metal and plastic snap, with the glass nearby cracking and shattering. The front of the subway car is uplifted in flames while the rear rotates vertically. The impact from the explosion derails the subway car and tips it over inside. Reigen slams into a nearby pole and is knocked to the back of the train. The screams of nearby passengers subside briefly as the subway car finally lays at rest along the tracks. Half of the car has been entirely disconnected from the rest of the train, while the other still continues burning inside. Reigen lays unconscious for 6 minutes before jolting awake. He glances towards his hands and forearms, where his previous bruises and cuts have worsened significantly. Reigen is laying along the floor of the subway tunnel, nearby a broken chair and an unconscious female passenger. He crawls towards the passenger and shakes her. She does not respond. REIGEN: (Weakly) Hello? There is no response. Reigen looks around his vicinity once more. The camera begins to pick up slight distortions along the tunnel walls and the upheaved subway car. Reigen takes several seconds to stare at the anomalies. Textures and graphics begin to load improperly, while passengers move and behave erratically, including the one laying still besides Reigen. REIGEN: What the—? Reigen attempts to reach out toward the aforementioned disturbances but is unable to touch them. The visual anomalies continue for nearly a minute as Reigen regains his composure and glances back toward the female passenger — she is the same individual who sat nearby him earlier in the recording. Reigen rustles the girl's erratic arm a final time, but she is already dead. [END LOG] CLOSING STATEMENT: Local authorities would soon arrive on the scene to aid Reigen and other survivors from the subway car. Later investigations of the incident revealed the presence of 3 different IEDs2 which had been strapped underneath the subway train by a presumed and unknown domestic terrorist. A total of 15 passengers were able to recover, while another 23 had either suffered life-threatening injuries or had died during the incident. Local news outlets would later dub the event as the "Rothwell Subway Train Incident." > Automatically updating content at 22:22. > New messages received. Any progress? Not yet. Still waiting for him to show himself. I've eliminated the most obvious places. His first home's been ransacked completely. Site-03's also been crossed off the list. Has he came back online yet? Not since yesterday. Still doesn't make any sense to me why he's so addicted. Does he really think it'll do anything? Blinded by rage. Just like the rest of them, I suppose. You can't please them all. Speaking of, how does it feel? Replacing Felix as you did. It was a necessary removal. He was a simple man. His ideals for the Foundation were, albeit effective, simple at heart. Is that why you decided to change them? It went far deeper than that, but again it was necessary. Traditions can only last for so long. A change in the world dynamic demands a change in us as well. We can't continue relying on ignorance and playing coy with the unknown. Control is the only way forward. Is that why Thirteen defected? What was he like? He was a loner at heart. Hardheaded, and had a big ego even on his bad days. But he did have one thing going for him — his hands were like magic. You could give him anything and he'd have it fixed the next day. It's the reason why so many of us referred to him as "The Tinkerer." Makes sense. But his pride eventually got the better of him. Like it always does. Which is why you're here now. Doing the dirty work? Quite the contrary. Doing the necessary work. ADDENDUM TWO AUTOMATED DEVIANCE ALERT NAME: Jakob Reigen DATE: September 1st, 2032 RISK: Warning DESCRIPTION: Automated systems have detected suspicious activity from Jakob Reigen (VN024913) and have now flagged the user as "Warning." Said activity has been listed below: Increased levels of anxiety, depression, and general stress. Attempting to interact with BACKROOMS inside SCP-7766.3 Online searches pertaining to "simulated worlds" and "escaping reality." Engaging in online and physical conversations for the purpose of discussing SCP-7766. Increased hostility to peers and other authority figures. As of September 1st, 2032, no immediate action has been deemed necessary. Foundation personnel are advised to continue monitoring VN024913 for further signs of deviance and to eject said individual as required. ADDITIONAL NOTES: On August 30th, 2032, Jakob Reigen was involved in an online conversation between an unknown user claiming to possess knowledge of SCP-7766's "true nature." Said conversation continued for approximately 20 minutes; an excerpt of which has been attached to this report for future reference. anonymous123: I know who you are. And I know what happened to you. greendragon: Prove it then. anonymous123: Your name is Jakob. You work at a dead-end job scraping by in a shared apartment. You just recently survived a fatal crash resulting in the death of over 20 people. You hate ketchup. anonymous123: Did I get it right? greendragon: I mean… yeah ig? greendragon: You could've easily gotten all that from searching my username online and looking through my socials tho. anonymous123: Yea, sure. Because "greendragon" is such a unique username after all. greendragon: Alright, fine. Maybe you just got lucky then, idk. anonymous123: Do you want to know the truth or not? greendragon: I do it's just… look, I've had plenty of people tell me that I'm crazy and stupid for this shit, okay? And it's been getting to me. Bad. greendragon: I'm just trying to be careful, yk? anonymous123: You don't believe that what you're living in is real. greendragon: It's not. greendragon: It can't be. greendragon: Not after what I saw. And even if it was, I wouldn't want to continue living in it. anonymous123: You're talking about the train incident, right? anonymous123: What did you see? greendragon: You saw the footage I sent you. greendragon: I don't know how else to explain it. All those people… they didn't even look real! greendragon: All the walls distorting, and the glitching. The fact that the blood and the gore were all pixelated and fake-looking. Hell, even the fact that I survived is proof enough, right? greendragon: I thought it would go away after a while but now I see it in everything. From the cashiers at the grocery store, to my boss whenever he yells at me, and even to just how we're all alive — right now, at this moment. How we can't possibly be here by chance or something. greendragon: And it's other things too. Like, why can't I remember ever leaving Agate? And how does all of our technology work in the ways that it does? Why does it all seem so scripted, and so perfect? greendragon: It all can't just be a coincidence. I refuse to believe that. anonymous123: It's not. anonymous123: And I can prove how. Not here, obviously. Too many eyes. greendragon: Oh yeah? And why should I believe you? anonymous123: What all do you have to lose? greendragon: You could be a 40-year-old murderer looking for your next victim. anonymous123: Lol. I suppose. greendragon: That's not very reassuring. anonymous123: Maybe not. But I do have the answers you're looking for. anonymous123: The bigger question is: what all are you willing to risk for them? ADDENDUM THREE [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with Reigen walking along the broken sidewalk of Loshure Road in the No Man's District. Most of the streetlights have been torn down, with nearby storefronts either being barred or destroyed entirely. Reigen carries his cellphone in hand, which displays a map pointing him to a nearby location. REIGEN: (Offhand.) This is so stupid. I shouldn't even be here. Reigen scoffs lightly as he turns the corner and walks towards another street, stepping away to avoid a lone stranger laying along the cement. He continues traversing through Audeberry Lane, making another left nearby a burning trash-bin fire. Reigen continues to glance at his phone intermittently to ensure that he is walking to the correct location. Reigen walks for another 13 minutes before finally arriving at the door of Seacrest Hotel, a small 3-story complex sitting within the center of the No Man's District. The door itself is damaged from age, wear, and a series of vacant bullet holes. After a pause, Reigen proceeds to enter the hotel. Reigen walks into a lobby illuminated solely by a small lamp near a front counter desk. The receptionist — an older woman wearing light-blue lipstick with a cigarette burning in her lips — sits in front of an old laptop. As Reigen approaches, an online video can be heard playing loudly from the deivce. REIGEN: Hello…? The receptionist does not react to Reigen. She is identified as Abby by the nametag on her shirt. REIGEN: Would you be able to point me to, uh… to Room 16? The receptionist pauses the video on her laptop and slowly glances over to Reigen. ABBY: Second floor. Fourth room. Reigen thanks the receptionist and walks past the counter, taking a small flight of stairs to the second floor of the Seacrest Hotel. Reigen walks carefully as the steps leading upward are worn and chipped from wear, while segments of the railing are either damaged or missing entirely. Reigen also notices a large cockroach scurry along the ceiling. He takes a deep breath as he continues moving. Screen capture of Rooms 3-5. After several moments of walking, he finally stops in front of the door to Room 16. The surrounding wallpaper is peeling, and the door itself remains illuminated by a red neon sign outside. Reigen goes to knock but pauses, taking a moment to compose himself. After several more deep breaths, he extends his arm to knock, but the door then swings open before he has a chance. UNKNOWN: There you are! A woman, standing at approximately 1.6 meters with long brunette hair, swings the Room 16 door open to greet Reigen. UNKNOWN: What took you so long? REIGEN: I— Reigen pauses briefly. UNKNOWN: You are Jakob, right? REIGEN: I mean — yeah. But— UNKNOWN: But what? Are you expecting some 50-year-old virgin dude or something to be here instead? Reigen attempts to respond but stops. After another pause, the woman scoffs, rolling her eyes while she opens the door for Reigen. UNKNOWN: Just come in. Reigen complies, and the two enter inside. The room itself is in a state of disarray, with trash and other waste filling the table, nearby counters, and even along the uplifted carpet flooring leading into the kitchen and dining rooms. Couch cushions and wall decor are haphazardly tossed aside while electrical outlet covers and other electronics have been torn apart, exposing bare wires and other mechanical parts. REIGEN: Lovely place you have here. UNKNOWN: You like it? REIGEN: Yeah, yeah. Has its own sense of, uh… Reigen glances down to see several rats scurrying along the baseboards. REIGEN: … character. UNKNOWN: I'm glad you noticed. I just finished checking for bugs a few minutes ago. The woman drops a set of keys on a nearby kitchen table. Reigen sits down on the sofa in the living room. UNKNOWN: I never actually introduced myself, did I? The name's Adrian Fryar. Adrian turns over to face Reigen. ADRIAN: And I'm sure you have questions, right? REIGEN: Just a few. (Clearing his throat) If you don't mind me asking, who exactly are you? ADRIAN: I just gave you my name. What more do you need? REIGEN: I mean, yeah but that doesn't tell me anything. Who is Adrian? How did you get here? ADRIAN: Hm… okay. Adrian moves over to the kitchen sink and opens the faucet tap. ADRIAN: I can at least answer that second part of your question. Water continues rushing as Adrian grabs a soap bottle on the counter. ADRIAN: I used to be an ex-contractor for the city, a long time ago. They hired me for small things — whatever physical labor the local government needed. You know, for work like cleaning, lawn care, construction…? Reigen vocalizes in confirmation. ADRIAN: It was simple, really. I did whatever I was told and they paid me enough to scrape by. The faucet tap is shut off. Adrian moves to the opposite counter to dry her hands with a hanging rag cloth. ADRIAN: But then I started to notice things. People who didn't really look normal, or random doors and buildings that didn't have any purpose. The shit you might see in an unfinished video game or something. And then it all started to get worse. REIGEN: Worse as in…? ADRIAN: I started asking questions. And people began to notice. Big people too — the local politicians or the corporate heads in Diamond — and they didn't like it. Adrian walks around the counter and moves to a chair in the living room. ADRIAN: They hated it, even. Then suddenly there I was — jobless, alone, and left with only more questions than answers. Adrian pauses. ADRIAN: Now here we are. Silence ensues for several seconds. Reigen shifts in his seat. ADRIAN: Is that really all the questions you had then? REIGEN: No, sorry. (Coughs slightly) I also wanted to ask you about something from our chat earlier. ADRIAN: What about it? REIGEN: You profiled me so easily in our chat. How did you do it? Adrian stands up from her chair and outstretches her hands. ADRIAN: It's simple really. Adrian cracks a smile as the room begins shaking slightly. After another moment Adrian begins to recite several unknown phrases, causing the room to tremble more. She rotates her outstretched palms upwards towards the ceiling as the air above begins to crack and expand. A few seconds later, her hands ignite into controlled white flames, which she holds for several seconds. Reigen reels backward at the sight of flames. ADRIAN: Once you learn that there's a system that actually exists, you can also learn how to control and manipulate it. Adrian dissipates the fire in her hands. The room goes quiet for several seconds. ADRIAN: We're always being watched by this place. It's just a matter of finding where you are inside it. REIGEN: You make it sound easy. ADRIAN: Well, I'm simplifying it some. There's a lot more to it but that's something I can't just explain to you. Not until you figure it out for yourself. Reigen leans back towards Adrian. REIGEN: So… what about all the proof you mentioned too? Was that it? ADRIAN: The flames? No, not even close — and anyways that's not the question you should be asking. REIGEN: Why not? ADRIAN: What you're wanting isn't something you can find tangibly — not right now, at least. Even if it were, I wouldn't just be carrying it around in a dump like this. REIGEN: So how do we get it? ADRIAN: That depends. How badly do you want it? Reigen pauses and glances down at the floor. REIGEN: Well, I am here, aren't I? That has to count for something. ADRIAN: It's something, sure. But is it worth breaking into one of the biggest corporate buildings in Agate for it? [END LOG] ADDENDUM FOUR NOTE: On September 28th, 2032, Foundation officials were alerted of an incident at the Aregonyx World Building, located several blocks from the Diamond District. Transcribed below is a series of recordings from Reigen's optical lens camera, security feeds surrounding the premises of the World Building, and several audio channels that were captured shortly after the incident occurred. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins inside a moving vehicle, heading westbound into SCP-7766's city circle. In the driver's seat sits Reigen with both hands on the wheel. In his right ear sits a small listening device. REIGEN: Are you sure about this? Reigen makes a right turn along Shatterlend Street, slowing to avoid a larger truck in front of him. REIGEN: What happens if we get caught? ADRIAN: (Over microphone) Relax, it'll be fine. Like I told you — just trust the game plan. Reigen accelerates into the left lane, preparing to make another turn. He crosses into 6th Street moments before the light changes to red. REIGEN: What do you mean "trust the game plan?" I still don't know why we're even going to the World Building. ADRIAN: I thought it was obvious? The microphone cuts out momentarily as Reigen re-adjusts the listening device in his ear. ADRIAN: —wait, don't you work for Aregonyx, actually? REIGEN: As a programmer, yeah. For one of the plants on the opposite side of the city. ADRIAN: Then you should be well aware of how big Aregonyx is here in Agate. Does it really need to be explained? REIGEN: I'm the one who has to trespass onto a highly secured 60-floor facility, so yes, it does. Reigen stops the car at another red light. He is close to the Aregonyx World Building. REIGEN: Look, wouldn't it just be easier to find some data center out in Redline and get our information from there? ADRIAN: Aregonyx provides over 65% of the city's budget, equipment, and physical infrastructure. So even if we did that, we'd still probably be messing with Aregonyx's technology. Reigen sighs as he continues driving towards the center of Agate. ADRIAN: Besides, Agate has no reason to store any of its data locally. Everything is uploaded to a larger cloud which then routes to God-knows-where. Aregonyx, on the other hand, is going to have local copies of pretty much everything in the World Building. REIGEN: (Scoffs) So that means trespassing is our only option? ADRIAN: Didn't I just say to relax? You're not going to get caught — corporate data breaches are among the most exaggerated forms of IT scare-porn you can possibly find out there. REIGEN: That doesn't suddenly make it not exist! ADRIAN: Look, even if someone did figure you out, what would it matter? Aren't we doing this so we can find a way out of this place? Reigen groans as the vehicle finally ceases movement. After a short pause, Reigen grabs the keys from the ignition and proceeds to exit the driver's seat. He closes the door behind him and begins walking around the city circle. Numerous citizens can be seen walking around him, most of which are heading toward a central fountain. Aregonyx World Building, among others. REIGEN: Just got out of the car. Heading to the front doors of the World Building now. Adrian takes a long, deep breath as he continues walking. ADRIAN: Great. Now just relax and stay focused. Remember who you are, got it? Reigen glances down at his clothing. He is wearing brown khakis and a collared shirt with a dragon emblem on his left breast. REIGEN: Aaron Fryar. Lennavo contractor, right? ADRIAN: Exactly. One of Aregonyx's largest vendors. They supply most of Aregonyx's employees with personal computers and cellphones. Reigen continues to approach the World Building on foot; he is struggling to control his breathing. ADRIAN: Are you okay? You don't have to actually do this, you know. REIGEN: Look, I'll be fine. It's just…. how do you know this is going to work? ADRIAN: Glad you asked. Adrian is briefly interrupted on the microphone by the sound of something crumbling. ADRIAN: Couple of weeks ago there was this email leak from one of the internal IT departments about a joint agreement between Aregonyx and Lennavo. Adrian pauses briefly. After a moment something can be heard being crunched. ADRIAN: (Somewhat muffled) Apparently Lennavo was only in charge of supplying them with PCs and stuff, you know? (She pauses again.) But then people kept breaking them, and stuff went missing, blah-blah-blah until finally, Lennavo said that they wanted to be in charge of all the troubleshooting and repair for their equipment. REIGEN: Okay, sure. ADRIAN: Makes sense, right? (Another pause) Anyway, there was this huge scheduling issue with another company that… (Microphone static) …essentially made it impossible for Lennavo to get their contractors set up with badge access to, well, actually get into Aregonyx and fix their equipment. The microphone cuts out once more as Reigen approaches the front steps. ADRIAN: Which means that all of the Lennavo guys can just schedule an appointment and enter inside the building with almost zero oversight. (Crunching again) How crazy is that? REIGEN: I— okay, wait a minute, are you… eating chips right now? ADRIAN: (Muffled) Yeah? They're Lay's. REIGEN: I am mere moments away from trespassing into one of the most highly-secured buildings in the entire city — trembling in abject fear, by the way — while you're sitting comfortably behind a mic eating… Lay's chips? ADRIAN: Look… (Another pause) …you got this, man. A large crunch distorts the microphone. REIGEN: Unbelievable. ADRIAN: Just tell them you have an appointment at 3 for Room 156 — I made sure it wasn't booked for you. Should just be an easy walk-in and walk-out. Reigen groans once more as he walks into the Aregonyx World Building. The video perspective then shifts to one of the nearby security cameras monitoring both the building's receptionist desk and the front doors. Reigen can be seen walking into an expansive waiting area. Large chandeliers, exquisite furniture, and other items decorate the floor's interior space. His head turns from side to side, while he stumbles past a set of chairs sitting along the wall. A small line stands in front of the receptionist's desk. Reigen stands behind and waits patiently as the line begins to dwindle. REIGEN: (Whispering) Once I'm in 156, what happens then? ADRIAN: You have the flash drive, don't you? REIGEN: It's in my pocket. ADRIAN: Good, make sure you hold on to it. That thing was fucking expensive. Reigen approaches the desk. The receptionist behind the counter is identified as "Sandra." SANDRA: Welcome to the World Building — how can I help you? REIGEN: Uh— Reigen forces a smile. REIGEN: Hi. SANDRA: Hello, sir. (She pauses) How can I help you? REIGEN: I have a meeting today in Room 156. SANDRA: A meeting? Sandra pauses briefly, glancing down at her computer monitor and typing on her keyboard. SANDRA: Are you sure it's for a meeting? Room 156 is already booked. ADRIAN: (Over microphone) No, dumbass, it was for an appointment. REIGEN: Ah, sorry, I got mixed up — it's for an appointment. For Aaron? Sandra nods her head and moves her mouse aside. SANDRA: Ah, there it is! And you're with Lennavo? REIGEN: Correct. SANDRA: Do you have your badge on hand? Reigen pauses. REIGEN: No? I don't need one, do I? SANDRA: Yes, you do. A badge is always needed to access the upper floors. REIGEN: I thought there were some recent issues with that? SANDRA: There was. Several weeks ago — but we were supposed to have already figured it out by now. REIGEN: My supervisor wasn't aware of that. Sandra takes a moment to stare at her computer monitor. SANDRA: Give me just a moment to contact someone. Sandra smiles as she leaves her chair and walks into a door along the far wall. Reigen sighs after a moment, taking a look around his immediate vicinity. It only takes several minutes before Sandra returns to her desk. SANDRA: Sorry for the wait, sir. REIGEN: Not to worry. SANDRA: Go ahead to the elevator. Someone should be able to escort you once you make it onto Floor 57. Sandra nods her head to the far right wall where several elevator doors can be seen. SANDRA: One of those over there should work for you. Reigen nods and thanks the receptionist before departing. After another moment Reigen reaches the sixth elevator and walks inside. The camera perspective shifts back to Reigen's optical lens camera. ADRIAN: You still alive? REIGEN: (Whispering) Yes I'm fucking alive. No thanks to your bogus intel or anything. ADRIAN: I did tell you it was a few weeks old. REIGEN: Like that matters! You're supposed to be helping me here, not getting me into more trouble. ADRIAN: Keep your panties on. You made it, that's all that matters. The two pause as Reigen pushes button 57 on the elevator panel. After several seconds the outside doors close and the elevator begins to ascend. REIGEN: This flash drive. What does it do? ADRIAN: Frankly, I'm not sure. Microphone cuts out slightly as the sound of typing from Adrian can be heard faintly. ADRIAN: Bought it from a guy who knew a guy. Should let me just remotely connect into whatever you shove it into. REIGEN: Like a server or something, right? ADRIAN: Yeah, that's the idea. But you won't find any in 156. REIGEN: Then where would they be? ADRIAN: There's a server rack in Room 161 you'll need to use. REIGEN: And I'm going to get in there how…? ADRIAN: There's a door inside 156 that should lead you directly inside 161. REIGEN: Sounds easy enough. ADRIAN: Well… it's a bit more complicated than that. REIGEN: Why, are all the doors locked? ADRIAN: By a smart card reader, yeah. Luckily though they're pretty old equipment and we should be able to get through them by just smashing the readers. REIGEN: And no one would know? ADRIAN: Not until you leave. But right now we just need to worry about your escort — where are you at in the Elevator? Reigen glances up at the elevator control panel. REIGEN: Floor 52 right now. ADRIAN: Okay, just… just find some way to get rid of your escort. REIGEN: "Get rid of him?" I thought that was your jo— The elevator rings as the doors open in front of Reigen, into a long hallway stretching to the opposite side of the building. Standing along the left wall is an older man. He is approximately 2.1 meters in height, wearing dark clothing with "STL" embroidered into his breast pocket. UNKNOWN: (Glancing towards Reigen) Aaron? REIGEN: That's correct. Reigen steps outside the elevator and approaches the man. The escort has his left hand extended towards Reigen, who shakes it. UNKNOWN: John. Nice to meet you. REIGEN: You as well. JOHN: Ready to go? Reigen nods, and the two begin walking down the hallway. The duo continues through the hallway until making a left turn into an open office. Several rows of cubicles fill the central region of the office, with employees and office printers filling the outer walkways. The two continue through the office until making a right turn toward a nearby water dispenser. World Building Floor 57. JOHN: Room 156. What's wrong with it? REIGEN: The, uh — The work order mentioned something about a projector. JOHN: There's a projector in there? REIGEN: Maybe it's something else. Could've gotten it confused with another order. JOHN: I see. The microphone in Reigen's ear emits static briefly. ADRIAN: —he (Static) —room. Head there. REIGEN: (Whispering) What? JOHN: Huh? John turns around towards Reigen, who then stumbles behind him. Reigen jerks up to face John. REIGEN: Oh, sorry. Nothing important — thought I saw the printer over there doing something weird. Reigen points to a printer along the corner of the office. John nods in reply. JOHN: Are you gonna check that out too while you're here? REIGEN: Don't see why not. John nods again before turning back around and walking. Reigen again follows him. ADRIAN: The restroom. Head there. Reigen and John pass the open office and into another hallway. After making another right turn the two stop in front of Room 156. JOHN: Here you are. REIGEN: Thanks, I appreciate it. (Pausing.) Would you also be able to point me to the restroom? Might need to make a quick trip before I get started. JOHN: Sure. John points to a far door at the end of the hallway. JOHN: That one should be open. REIGEN: Thanks. Reigen departs and walks over to the door, making his way inside. The bathroom is vacant, with only a small toilet and a sink. There is a dim fluorescent light overhead. Tiling fills the floors and upper walls of the room itself. REIGEN: Okay, okay, I'm here. What now? ADRIAN: Give me a second. Reigen sighs as Adrian begins typing on her keyboard. The two remain silent for several minutes. Reigen begins to pace back and forth while he waits for Adrian. REIGEN: Still waiting. ADRIAN: Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Had to find some more floor plans for the upper levels. REIGEN: You had to find them? From where? ADRIAN: Online. Where else? REIGEN: You're joking. ADRIAN: The internet is our best weapon here! REIGEN: Alright — fine, whatever, just please get me out of here. ADRIAN: Okay, hang on. Adrian goes quiet for several seconds. ADRIAN: Got it. There is a slight bell sound from the microphone. ADRIAN: That bathroom you're in. Do you see a vent somewhere? REIGEN: A vent? Reigen looks around his immediate vicinity. After a moment of searching, Reigen is able to locate a small vent directly above the toilet. REIGEN: No way. ADRIAN: What do you mean "no way?" REIGEN: Do you not realize how small that thing is? Reigen jumps on top of the toilet and inspects the vent. ADRIAN: It's not small at all! I could easily fit in that. REIGEN: I don't even think a child could fit in this vent Adrian. ADRIAN: Come on wuss. You're already there — do you want to get this over with or not? There is a brief pause. REIGEN: I swear to God if you get me stuck— ADRIAN: I won't man, just trust me. I've gotten you this far, haven't I? Reigen scoffs slightly as he rips the vent off the wall and places it on the sink. After a few deep breaths, Reigen lifts himself up into the vent — shoving his arms forward to provide enough clearance for his head and torso. He grunts as he wiggles his way deeper inside. The metal sheeting surrounding him buckles slightly with the added weight, but does not warp or break. Reigen finally fits his body into the vent with mild effort. He begins to crawl with his forearms and feet. The vent continues to creak and groan as he continues. Sweat drips in front of the camera after several minutes of crawling. REIGEN: Where in the hell am I going, Adrian? ADRIAN: You're getting closer — just keep going. Reigen grunts as he finally crosses over the bathroom and above the hallway. Security cameras outside do not detect any disturbances. The hallway is also vacant with the exception of one employee entering an unknown room. ADRIAN: Jakob you're too loud. Shut up before someone hears you. REIGEN: (Whispering) Why don't you fit your ass inside a cramped vent and see how it feels? Reigen continues crawling for several more minutes. By this point he is now just above Room 161. ADRIAN: Okay you can drop down now. You should be clear. REIGEN: Drop down? Where? ADRIAN: Should be a supply vent nearby you can use. Reigen takes several seconds to search his surroundings before eventually dropping through a nearby ceiling vent. He is now standing in a dark room — lights and dials can be seen flickering indiscriminately. Reigen outstretches his arms and begins feeling his immediate vicinity for a light switch, which he finds after some time. The room illuminates to a small server room housing only 2 open server racks. After searching his pockets, Reigen finally retrieves a small USB device, which he connects to an open server port. The device suddenly lights up red and begins flashing. REIGEN: Alright, it's connected. Reigen exhales and wipes sweat off his brow. REIGEN: I'm never crawling through vents again. ADRIAN: Never say never. The clicking of a keyboard can be heard. ADRIAN: Connecting now. The USB stick suddenly flashes green. ADRIAN: Boom. You should be able to remove the stick now — I can stay backdoored so long as the server doesn't power off. Reigen complies with her request as she hums in the microphone. He begins to pace once more as several minutes pass by. Outside security cameras still do not detect anything abnormal. REIGEN: Have you found anything yet? ADRIAN: Not quite — still shuffling through a shit-ton of data. REIGEN: Is there something I can do in the meantime? I don't want to just stand here like a moron. ADRIAN: I don't know? Just keep yourself busy for a second. Reigen coughs while Adrian begins to crunch on more chips. The two remain silent for roughly 4 minutes until Reigen's listening device emits more static. ADRIAN: What the—? REIGEN: What? ADRIAN: Found something. It's small, but there's a mention of "the Outside" and a "Depot" in a few of these memos. REIGEN: The Outside? Like, outside Agate? ADRIAN: Trying to figure that out now. Furious typing ensues for several seconds. ADRIAN: There's another— uh-oh. REIGEN: Uh-oh? Suddenly, the room is engulfed in red light. Security cameras and other devices are activated outside the room. Security alarms are heard ringing throughout the 57th floor. Back inside the server room, Reigen jumps in apparent shock, glancing around to look at the lights and alarms above him. REIGEN: Adrian! ADRIAN: I didn't mean to! Reigen darts to the front of the door, stopping just as he reaches the handle. REIGEN: I think people are coming! Outside security cameras pick up numerous noises but have yet to detect outside movement. ADRIAN: You need to get out right now. REIGEN: Get out where?! ADRIAN: Use the vent again, dumbass! REIGEN: I swear to God— ADRIAN: Hurry up or you're gonna get caught! Reigen groans again as he jumps back up into the open vent, hurriedly crawling inside. After struggling to fully squirm inside, he finally manages to crawl into the vent and out of Room 161. He is now above the hallway again, just as people begin running past the camera and into the previous room. REIGEN: Where am I going now? ADRIAN: It doesn't matter. Just get out of there! Reigen grunts once more before crawling further into the ventilation. After some time the vent begins to incline upward, presumably into a higher floor level. Reigen successfully climbs up the vent and is now inside Floor 58, the highest floor accessible to Aregonyx employees. ADRIAN: Can you still hear people? REIGEN: Not really — now there's just noise from all the fans. ADRIAN: Okay, perfect. Try and find an open elevator or a fire escape somewhere — that'll be your only chance to get out of there. Reigen grunts in the affirmative while he continues crawling. This continues for upwards of 7 minutes until Reigen stops. REIGEN: Adrian? ADRIAN: Yes? REIGEN: I think I hear something. Adrian pauses. ADRIAN: What do you hear? REIGEN: It's faint, but I think I hear someone… talking? ADRIAN: Okay… and? Why does that matter right now? REIGEN: Who all is up on this floor? ADRIAN: Floor 58? Maybe like an executive or someone. REIGEN: Okay, I'm getting closer then. ADRIAN: No, wait, don't— Adrian groans as Reigen continues crawling until, eventually, he reaches another vent peering into Room 166. Inside the room, a large glass window covers most of the back wall, while the rest of the walls are covered with bookshelves, paintings, shelving, and additional wall decor. In the central area of the room sits a large wooden desk with an unknown man sitting at his chair. He has a laptop in front of him, which shows a blank screen and a microphone near the center. UNKNOWN: —what do you mean our new shipment will be delayed? A female voice responds. UNKNOWN 2: I don't know what else to tell you, Samuel. They can't come up with new people out of thin air. UNKNOWN: I understand that, but at the same time I'm barely working off fumes here! Reigen squirms closer to the vent while the meeting continues. UNKNOWN: I mean, what am I supposed to do? You keep moving all of our people off-site and then suddenly nothing gets done out here. UNKNOWN 2: I can't control that. That's something you need to discuss with the regional team— UNKNOWN: I can't! They won't listen to me. UNKNOWN 2: And you think me asking them will make any difference? UNKNOWN: I don't care who does it. The bottom line is that I can't keep this up if you and your people can't supply me with enough agents back home. Either you can do this now, or you can tell to the representatives why their little pet project failed! The man slams his laptop lid down, jumping up from his chair. UNKNOWN: (Clearing his throat) God damnit, why are the alarms still going off? The man storms to the door leading into an outward hallway and walks outside. Reigen, still inside the vent, waits several seconds before ripping off the cover away from the wall. After another moment Reigen hops down onto the office floor. REIGEN: Wonder what that was about. ADRIAN: Grab his laptop. REIGEN: What? ADRIAN: Grab it! Reigen complies with her demand and takes the laptop in his hands. REIGEN: Have it. Now what? ADRIAN: Just take it with you. I need to figure out who owns it and what all it has saved — it could be worth something if it's from an executive. REIGEN: Makes sense. ADRIAN: For right now, just focus on escaping. Reigen scans the room a final time before exiting. After navigating through Floor 58 for nearly 3 minutes, Reigen locates a staircase leading down. REIGEN: Do you think this'll work, Adrian? ADRIAN: It's probably better than the elevator if that's what you're asking. Just try to hurry up before they lock the entire place down. Reigen nods and begins to make his way down. The entire trip takes nearly 9 minutes, with Reigen complaining intermittently throughout. Stairs leading to Floor 1. Reigen finally arrives at Floor 1 of the facility and exits out of the staircase. He is once again briefly caught by security cameras in the lobby, yet nobody stops him as he makes his way to the entrance of the building and back outside. Reigen quickens his pace as he walks into the city circle and around the central fountain. REIGEN: Holy shit. ADRIAN: What? REIGEN: I'm out. I'm actually out. ADRIAN: Good. REIGEN: And in one piece! ADRIAN: I knew you would make it. Reigen eventually reaches his car, entering into the driver's seat and dropping the laptop on his passenger's side. REIGEN: What now? ADRIAN: Head back to the hotel — we'll figure out our next move there. [END LOG] > Error detected! Your access request has timed out. > Please wait as the necessary system configurations and access settings are downloaded again… > … > Downloaded successful. Continuing to documentation… > If this error persists, please confirm your internet connection or contact your IT Administrator for assistance. ADDENDUM FIVE [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins at the kitchen table of Adrian's Seacrest Hotel room. It is notably cleaner than it was previously, with the trash now gone and the carpets vacuumed. REIGEN: So this… Outside, right? What is it? ADRIAN: I'm not really sure. Everything I could find from our little infodump was explicitly vague about it. REIGEN: You atleast found something, right? Even just a scrap of information? ADRIAN: I could find some things. I know that it's not talking about outside Agate, if that means anything. REIGEN: That is something, I guess. ADRIAN: I also know that whatever this Outside is, it's also supplying Aregonyx with people. REIGEN: People? Aren't they already one of Agate's biggest companies? ADRIAN: Not one of, the biggest company in Agate. REIGEN: Then why would they possibly need more? ADRIAN: Come on, Jakob, connect the dots here. Aregonyx is already pretty big, right? Why else would they need more? REIGEN: Well, I can think of a few reasons at least. Maybe they're experiencing high turnover rate, or they're building another plant somewhere? ADRIAN: You're still not getting it, dumbass. Reigen scoffs as Adrian jumps out of her chair and into the kitchen. ADRIAN: Aregonyx supplies Agate with everything. Income, infrastructure, technology — do you really think they don't also supply them with people too? REIGEN: It's a possibility. ADRIAN: Not just regular workers either. But even just politicians, social workers, medical professionals, the whole 10 yards. Millions of people, all of whom are probably ingrained in every level of government and society. REIGEN: And all of them working under the same corporate umbrella, right? ADRIAN: Bingo! Now you're starting to get it. Adrian comes back to the kitchen table after grabbing a bag of gummy candies. ADRIAN: So you have all of these people trying to come into the same place. A place that, for all intents and purposes, has no room for them, right? REIGEN: Sure. ADRIAN: How do they all fit? Where do they go, and what about everyone else who's still here? REIGEN: Well… He pauses. REIGEN: Maybe they're being cycled through? ADRIAN: Yeah? And where are those people going? REIGEN: … the Outside? ADRIAN: Boom — the Outside. Something that's apparently far beyond Agate. Maybe even far beyond this world, if this infodump tells me anything. REIGEN: So we need to find that then, right? ADRIAN: What we need to find is that Depot, or whatever facility they use to receive and process their new people. But even finding that is half the battle. Actually being able to escape through it is a whole other issue entirely. REIGEN: And we have no idea how to do that. ADRIAN: Well.. we don't. I'm sure Aregonyx does. Or, at the very least, someone working closely with Aregonyx. REIGEN: I mean, I worked for Aregonyx and all of this stuff is new to me. ADRIAN: So did I — which means we're probably not apart of the system. So we need to find someone else. Someone higher up the corporate ladder. Adrian bites off the head of her gummy bear candy and swallows. ADRIAN: Not just anyone though. Especially if we're in a simulation — who knows what sort of programming they're all running on. REIGEN: Programming? ADRIAN: Yeah, dumbass. Why else do you think so many of us just live our lives here without a second thought? The two pause. REIGEN: So, that's it then? Game over? ADRIAN: Not exactly. She swallows the rest of her gummy bear candy. ADRIAN: There is… someone. Someone who probably knows all about Aregonyx and the Outside. REIGEN: And someone who is willing to work with us, right? ADRIAN: Maybe. REIGEN: "Maybe?" ADRIAN: Look, Ryan and I had… differences, okay? He wasn't just happy with knowing the truth like I was, no. He wanted to adamantly destroy it. And everyone inside. She pauses. ADRIAN: And I didn't agree with that. Then he got sick of it and vanished. Ever since I haven't been able to find him, and trust me, I've looked everywhere. Adrian is silent for nearly a minute, her head tilted down in apparent thought. ADRIAN: But… now that I think about it: maybe we don't actually need to go out searching? REIGEN: Why? Do you know how we can find him? ADRIAN: Something better. Adrian grabs a TV remote and turns on the nearby living room television. ADRIAN: I know how he can find us. The screen activates to a helicopter view of the Aregonyx World Building, hours after authorities were alerted of a possible break-in. Images of Reigen entering the building are flashed on-screen with a caption reading "Do you know this man?" [END LOG] > Opening SMS client at 23:24. Fish caught the bait. I'm en-route now. Great news. How far? Not very. Take a nice, long nap and I'll be done by the time you wake up. You never cease to impress me Seven. Quit with the flattery. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I couldn't care less about you or whatever else you have going on. I was being sincere. After all, we can't be a team without working together. After Thirteen's gone I'll make sure you stay busy. How many others are there? Of the ones who defected? Plenty. And it's all part of the same transition. Transition? What do you mean? I thought you said you didn't care about me or my plans? Don't tell me you've had a change of heart now. I don't. And I haven't. But that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be curious. I suppose. You never answered my question. When you think of the word "transition," what springs to mind? I assure you this is no different. Out with the old, and in with the new. You make it sound easy. It is. It's just like renovating a house, even. You have to focus on the main goal. Even if that means getting your hands messy sometimes so you can rip out the imperfections. ADDENDUM SIX DIGITAL WEBCRAWLER REPORT DATE OF OCCURENCE: October 4th, 2032 INVOLVED USERS: greendragon, darkseider12 AFFECTED WEBSITE(S): 64chan.com DESCRIPTION: Digital webcrawlers within SCP-7766 have alerted Foundation personnel to the following message having been posted on 64chan, a popular forum website with over 12,000 active members: It was me. I was the one who broke inside the World Building. Now I need help finding someone. The post achieved a total of 1.5k upvotes and 254 comments, congregating into a total of 3.6k unique interactions by online users. The post itself was later contained and archived by automated programs, with the poster identified as greendragon. Reception of the post was mostly negative by recorded interactions. A majority of comments were predominately skeptical and/or accusatory, whilst another several were identified as general spam. Said comments have now either been scrubbed or otherwise isolated from the general public. All history of the post has been erased with the exception of one private interaction made between greendragon and user darkseider12 on October 7th, 2032, which was recorded and documented by automated programs: darkseider12: Who are you? greendragon: Why would I tell you that? Lol. darkseider12: Because I know what you're trying to accomplish here. greendragon: Do you now? Because I don't think you actually do. darkseider12: Don't play dumb with me. darkseider12: Someone put you up to this, right? darkseider12: I bet I know who she is. greendragon: She? darkseider12: Are you really going to drag this out? greendragon: Look, I don't even know who you are dude. greendragon: Cut me some slack here. darkseider12: Adrian did this. Is that right? greendragon: It is. greendragon: Are you the insider she was talking about? darkseider12: Ah. darkseider12: I think I get it now. darkseider12: You were wanting this to happen. greendragon: Are you the insider? Or are you not? darkseider12: I guess you could say I was an Aregonyx insider. darkseider12: But that was a long time ago — even before Adrian met me. darkseider12: How is she, btw? greendragon: She's fine. darkseider12: Frankly I'm surprised they haven't ripped her out of the system yet. greendragon: Out of the system? darkseider12: She's a deviant, so yes. darkseider12: Adrian should've been flushed out months ago. darkseider12: I'm shocked that she hasn't yet, honestly. I'm guessing she's been disconnected and they haven't been able to pull the plug yet. greendragon: Deviant? Flushed…? greendragon: Look, whatever. Are you willing to help us or not? greendragon: We're just trying to escape. darkseider12: Hm. darkseider12: Enticing. darkseider12: But no. greendragon: What? Why? darkseider12: Because there's nothing in it for me. darkseider12: And for all I know you could be a corrupt AI or an undercover agent. darkseider12: Why should I risk that? greendragon: I'm not an agent. greendragon: What is it going to take to convince you that I'm not a bad guy? I already risked my life sneaking into the World Building. greendragon: And you know that I'm with Adrian. greendragon: What more do you need? darkseider12: Insurance. darkseider12: I'm not going to risk all my progress in bringing this system down for someone like you. greendragon: Look, Adrian mentioned that you were… destructive. Right? greendragon: What if I help you destroy something? Will that work? darkseider12: And how will you do that? greendragon: If you can get me inside, I'll do whatever you'll need before Adrian and I escape. greendragon: I'll destroy Aregonyx for you. greendragon: And you can sit comfy in your chair or something. No risk involved. darkseider12: I see. greendragon: Does that sound fairer? greendragon: You wouldn't even need to interact with Adrian and me. darkseider12: Hm… greendragon: Come on, it's the perfect alibi. greendragon: Would you be willing to make that deal? darkseider12: No. Not yet. darkseider12: I want to speak with Adrian first. ADDENDUM SEVEN [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins in the living room of Adrian's Seacrest Hotel room. Adrian is away, rearranging books and other objects on the bookshelf across her kitchen counter. Meanwhile, Reigen sits on the sofa with the television off. It is currently 19:34 local time. REIGEN: Do you think he'll actually show? ADRIAN: Ryan? REIGEN: Yeah. ADRIAN: I don't see why not. Reigen stands up from his chair and looks towards the front door. Nothing is there. REIGEN: What's your story with him? How did you guys meet? ADRIAN: Well… Adrian pauses to grab a book from the top shelf. ADRIAN: We met through Aregonyx, actually. He was my boss's boss at the time. In charge of handling most of the company's workforce and making sure people were working and whatever, right? REIGEN: Okay. Adrian steps back from the bookshelf and observes it briefly. ADRIAN: Anyway, he always came down from Corporate to visit one of my sites. Of course, as the process leader at the time, I was responsible for showing him our progress and letting him know about what we were doing and everything. She pauses again. ADRIAN: I don't really remember how… but we started to see each other more and more. For a while things were stable, but then he started to become more erratic, and really I just wanted to know why I was here, you know? REIGEN: Were you guys, like, together? As a couple? ADRIAN: Well… no, we weren't. It was a lot different than that but it's just… complicated. Reigen looks down towards the ground. REIGEN: I get it. Sorry. ADRIAN: Don't worry about it. All in the past now. The two jump in surprise as pounding can be heard at the door. Reigen glances back at Adrian. She nods her head in response as she walks to the front of the hotel room. After peering through the door's peephole, Adrian unlocks and opens it. On the other side stands a tall, brunette man wearing a black t-shirt. Scars can be seen along his lower eye and his forehead. He is identified as Ryan Hartwell. RYAN: Hi. ADRIAN: Hello Ryan. We were waiting for you. The two pause. RYAN: Can I… come in? Adrian nods and allows Ryan to walk past her. After entering inside Adrian shuts the door and locks it again. The two then walk to the living room, where Reigen still stands. RYAN: So it was you, huh? Never got your name. Reigen nods. REIGEN: Jakob. (He pauses) Heard a lot of good things about you. RYAN: Have you now? Ryan glances over at Adrian briefly before looking back towards Reigen. RYAN: Interesting. Adrian clears her throat. Reigen and Ryan turn towards her. ADRIAN: Are we ready to get started? REIGEN: Right. RYAN: Sure. The group sits down in the living room. Reigen and Ryan are sitting on the couch while Adrian stands nearby the coffee table. ADRIAN: (Towards Ryan) Why did you want to speak with me? RYAN: So I could make sure that our pal Jakob here was the real deal. Ryan glances towards Reigen. RYAN: That was a stupid move, by the way. Advertising yourself online after breaking into Aregonyx. REIGEN: We couldn't think of a better way to get your attention. Adrian thought you could help us. ADRIAN: And besides that, you're the only person I know who still has their executive clearance. RYAN: Maybe. But even if that's the case, what are you two planning to do once you have it? REIGEN: Get to the Outside. RYAN: And how do you plan on doing that? The group goes silent. ADRIAN: When we broke into Aregonyx, we managed to get an infodump from one of the internal servers. Some of the intel from that mentioned a Depot that they were processing new hires from. RYAN: So that's it then? To get out through a Depot? ADRIAN: Sounds about right. RYAN: You make it sound way easier than it is. All the Depots sit right along the city's border, where the new agents actually come in from. All of their locations are also twice as secure as the World Building and kept secret from the public. REIGEN: But you know where one is, right? RYAN: One, maybe. There's a Depot at the very far end of No Man's District — just beyond that old factory they tore out months ago. ADRIAN: Then we use that one. RYAN: Again, it's not that easy. Even if you manage to get inside one, you still have to figure out a way to open the border without people trying to kill you. And then what happens once you're out? ADRIAN: We don't know. And we won't until we actually get to that point ourselves. REIGEN: Speaking of, what about our deal from earlier? RYAN: What about it? REIGEN: You asked to see Adrian first. Now that you've seen her, are you willing to help us out? Ryan pauses in apparent thought and stays that way for several seconds. ADRIAN: Well? Spit it out. RYAN: Not yet. REIGEN: And why not? RYAN: Because there's something I need you to do for me first. REIGEN: Alright, fine. What is it? RYAN: First let's start from the beginning. Ryan crosses his legs on the sofa. RYAN: Aregonyx is in control of everything that happens inside Agate. They are the ones who maintain this system while everyone else inside either rots away or joins them. He pauses. RYAN: The only way that we can fix things is if we bring it down entirely. Destroy it, along with everything else that's in this place. To do that, however, someone has to also deal with Aregonyx. REIGEN: Okay, sure. So what, you want us to help you take down Aregonyx? RYAN: I do, actually. And luckily I have just the plan. Ryan pulls out a small, circular device with a glowing blue diode on the front of it. The device is no larger than 5 centimeters in diameter. RYAN: This is a remote-controlled explosive and an electromagnetic pulse device. They'll blow up and fry any nearby devices within a 3-mile radius. REIGEN: Okay? ADRIAN: Fancy. RYAN: Thanks. (He pauses) Anyway, these little guys have been scattered all throughout both Agate and anywhere else I could find. Ryan hands the device to Reigen. RYAN: While I was able to get most of them deployed, there were a few spots that I wasn't able to reach. One of those spots was the Depot that we've been talking about. REIGEN: Are there any others? RYAN: Yeah, there is. A high-security holding facility located underneath the Redline and Diamond Districts. REIGEN: Let me guess. You're wanting me to get this little device down there and deploy it, right? RYAN: Correct. Once you have that down there, I just need to get to the Depot, activate the devices, and bam. Down goes Aregonyx and Agate. It's that simple. REIGEN: Okay, fine. If I do that, then will you help us escape? RYAN: Sure. If that's what you really want. ADRIAN: Wait a minute — if you couldn't get inside that facility, then why do you think Jakob can? RYAN: That's the easy part. Ryan smiles. RYAN: He just needs to turn himself in. [END LOG] ADDENDUM EIGHT CHANNEL 14 NEWS TRANSCRIPT The following is an excerpt from a special alert that aired on October 7th, 2032, by Channel 14 public news at 6:32 P.M. "Welcome back to live here from Channel 14. I'm Jeanette Long, and today we have just received breaking news as police have reportedly arrested a key suspect from the Aregonyx World Building break-in that occurred in late August. Authorities say that the suspect willingly turned himself into Cambry's precinct office late this evening. It currently remains unclear why the suspect turned himself in; however, several eye-witnesses have confirmed that he did, in fact, confess to the crime upon his arrest." "Jakob Reigen, as seen in this surveillance capture from Aregonyx World Building, was reportedly allowed through the building after claiming to be with Lennavo Incorporated. After 20 minutes, Aregonyx security was notified of an impending data breach on the 57th floor of the facility. Personnel attempted to capture the suspect but were too late to apprehend him before he retreated from the premises. The suspect then made a post online confessing to the crime before arriving at the Cambry precinct earlier today." "The suspect will now be taken into custody and could face upwards of 20 years in prison. Additional investigations are also underway to determine if the suspect was aided by anyone else or if he acted alone. Please stay tuned in to Channel 14 as we continue to update this story when more information becomes available." > Monitoring systems have stopped detecting movement at 23:40. > New messages received. You've stopped moving. You found him, didn't you? Yes. How exciting. What do you plan on doing once you see him? Surely you're not going to just dispose of him and move on. I'm going to do the job I was given. No more. No less. I understand. I'm proceeding on foot now. ETA? A few minutes, maybe? He's not moving either. Perhaps he's stopped inside a safe house somewhere. Is he still online? He is. What a shame. Please let me know once you get things cleaned up. I'll need to make some calls. Understood. You'll be getting another text shortly. ADDENDUM NINE NOTE: The below video was spliced between Reigen's optical lens camera, Aregonyx facility security monitoring systems, and miscellaneous outside devices. Please note that there is also no audio. [BEGIN LOG] Capture begins at the front doors of a small building within the Redline District. There is a blue bus that can be seen circling around the premises before eventually pulling up in front of the facility doors. Inside the bus, several unknown individuals can be seen walking back and forth. "PROPERTY OF THE CITY" has been labeled in large white letters along the outside of the bus itself. After a moment, the bus doors swing open, and several people in grey outfits walk outside. All of the people are handcuffed and collared with unknown devices. Once the prisoners are outside, two officers jump out of the bus as well. The bus doors then close as the vehicle drives off. Prisoners are gathered into a line of 6 before the facility doors also open and they are let inside. The perspective flashes to Reigen's optical camera as the prisoners enter the facility and walk immediately downward via steps. The steps continue on for upwards of nearly 16 minutes before stopping at an elevator. Prisoners are gathered in groups of 2 as they are forced inside the elevator and sent further downward. Reigen and another prisoner are among the last group to enter the elevator. The 6 prisoners are then taken to a holding room immediately outside the elevator doors. They are processed one by one through Aregonyx Security. The prisoners are then provided with new orange jumpsuits and are forced through to the prison showers. They are cleaned, stripped, inspected once more, and then sent to their holding cells to change. Reigen is seen briefly passing through one of the hallway cameras, swishing something back and forth inside his mouth. Nobody detects any abnormalities. Outside the facility, a blue 2008 Kia Rio can be seen parking in the far distance. In the car sits Adrian Fryar, who is on the phone. Adrian then opens a laptop and places it on the passenger seat, typing furiously. Back inside the prison, Reigen has already changed into his new jumpsuit and now sits on his bed. In his hands sits a small listening device and the small EMP device provided to him earlier. He puts the listening device in his ear before suddenly jumping up from his bed and putting the EMP device back in his mouth. Shortly after, a security guard can be seen opening his cell, and he is ushered outside. Reigen is taken to the cafeteria, where he and the other prisoners eat for approximately 20 minutes. The device in Reigen's mouth previously is no longer present. The 6 prisoners are then escorted to the inner recreation center where they stay for another hour. The local time is now 7:30 P.M., and the prisoners are sent once more to their holding cells for the remainder of the night. Once inside his cell, Reigen walks over to the front metal bars and leans on them, peeking outside to see if any guards are patrolling nearby. After confirming that the hall is empty, Reigen looks toward the outside security camera. He winks and smiles before the feed cuts out. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with Reigen looking up at the camera seen in the previous video. From this angle, Reigen is able to view several wards within the facility itself, each containing more cells filled with other prisoners. REIGEN: (Looking towards the camera.) See me? ADRIAN: Sure do. Adrian continues to type. ADRIAN: Where did you put Ryan's little toy? REIGEN: I put it in one of the hallways leading into the cafeteria. I was in the very back and I don't think anyone saw me. Adrian grunts in confirmation. REIGEN: What's the plan on getting out of here? ADRIAN: Give me a second, trying to figure that out now. Reigen groans softly as he steps away from the bars and back onto his bed. He sits on the thin mattress while Adrian remains mute for several minutes. Finally, the lights outside Reigen's cell turn off, and a series of locks can be heard activating throughout the facility complex. Jakob Reigen's cell. UNKNOWN: —ight's out! Shuffling and grunting can be heard from the other cells nearby Reigen. REIGEN: (Whispering) Any progress? ADRIAN: Yeah, yeah sorry. Adrian clears her throat. ADRIAN: How far away is that EMP Ryan gave you? REIGEN: I, uh… I don't know? Maybe a couple of hundred feet? ADRIAN: Okay. Adrian goes silent once more. Intermittent typing can be heard faintly as Reigen stands up again and heads towards the front cell bars. ADRIAN: There is a staircase near the back of the facility. I need you to get over there as fast as possible so we can detonate the EMP and get through the security doors that lead up the stairs and straight to me. REIGEN: Wait, we're detonating them now? ADRIAN: No, not all of them. Just yours so we can get you out. REIGEN: Alright, so how do I get out of here? ADRIAN: I just told you how. REIGEN: No, I mean this stupid cell. How am I going to get out of it? ADRIAN: Oh. (She pauses) Let me see something. Adrian mutes herself once more, which lasts another few minutes. During that time Reigen paces throughout the cell, making sure to jump in bed whenever guards approach with flashlights. The listening device in Reigen's ear suddenly activates as Adrian can be heard grunting in frustration. REIGEN: (Muttering) Sounds like she's having fun. Grunting and yelling continue in Reigen's ear for some time until it finally ceases. ADRIAN: (Offhand) Fuck it. Adrian returns back to her microphone. ADRIAN: Jakob, what cell are you in? REIGEN: Me? Reigen quitely jumps out of his mattress and back to the holding cell bars. He inspects the outside of his cell to determine any visual identifiers. REIGEN: Uh, I don't know… maybe 16? 17? ADRIAN: Okay, hang on. Adrian clicks on her trackpad mouse several times. ADRIAN: So there might be a problem. REIGEN: A problem? What do you mean? ADRIAN: I can't— Furious clicking continues for several seconds. ADRIAN: (Grunts) I can't access your stupid cell door to unlock it! The two pause. REIGEN: So I'm just stuck here? ADRIAN: No, no. I — (Sighs) look, are you standing at the door right now? Adrian looks down at his cell bars and notices the electronic lock situated between him and the outside hallway. The lock sits on the far-right side of the cell door and is contained within a reinforced metal container no larger than 0.3 meters in height. REIGEN: Yeah? I can't do anything with it. ADRIAN: That's fine. Do you remember when you first met me? REIGEN: At the hotel? Yeah. ADRIAN: And you asked how I knew so much about you and I showed you the cool flames or whatever? REIGEN: Yeah, yeah, just get to the point already. ADRIAN: I need you to do something like that for me. But instead of flames, I need you to focus on that cell door and unlock it. Reigen shakes his head in apparent astonishment. REIGEN: You want me to do what? ADRIAN: Look, do you want to get out of here or not? REIGEN: Alright, alright. Reigen lowers himself so he is at eye-level with the electronic lock. REIGEN: Okay, so how do I do it? ADRIAN: Like I told you before, part of it is realizing that you are in control here. Adrian pauses as the microphone goes static briefly. ADRIAN: Think about the system we're living in, right? It's all interconnected. The same thing that allows you to exist in this world is the same thing that's keeping that lock secured. REIGEN: I… okay. I'll try it. Reigen begins to stare at the lock. REIGEN: (Muttering) Just think about the system Jakob. That's all you have to do. Reigen holds his stare for nearly 20 seconds. During that time, the lock ceases any action. Light from the officers' flashlights patrolling the facility briefly illuminates Reigen's cell but does not see him. REIGEN: Adrian this is stupid. I feel like a dumbass here. ADRIAN: Focus then, idiot! REIGEN: Okay! Alright, fine. I'll try again. Reigen rolls his eyes before once again focusing on the lock. He holds his position for several more seconds, peering deeply at the electronic box. ADRIAN: That's it, keep going. REIGEN: I'm trying, here. Reigen holds his pose longer as the electronic box begins to rattle. Rattling continues briefly until finally a soft popping sound can be heard from inside, followed shortly after by the presence of smoke. The door leading into Reigen's cell shifts open slightly as the lock deactivates. No alarms are raised during this event. REIGEN: (Still whispering) Adrian! I did it! ADRIAN: You did? REIGEN: Yeah! The lock — it popped off! Just like that. ADRIAN: Oh, great! (She pauses) Now hurry up and get out before somebody sees you and locks you back inside. Reigen nods his head as he lowers himself closer to the ground and further opens his cell doors. Once accessible, Reigen peeks his head outside and inspects his nearby vicinity. After confirming that no guards are present, Reigen fully steps out of his cell and shuts the door back until the lock clicks back in place. He then proceeds to walk west down the hallway, doing his best to stay quiet. Some prisoners begin to rustle and murmur in their cells but do not notice Reigen as he continues making his way across. After reaching the end, Reigen makes a left turn into a small flight of stairs leading to the first-level floor of the facility. The stairs creak lightly as he walks, but again nobody detects him. Reigen finally makes it to the first floor after some time and pauses. REIGEN: Adrian, where now? ADRIAN: Get through the cafeteria, and across the Warden's office. The stairs will be on the right, next to the officer's locker room. Reigen nods once more, walking along the walls of the first-level ward to avoid detection by nearby lights. He does this for nearly 4 minutes before arriving in an open hallway and taking another right turn. Reigen hurridly continues through the hallway and into the cafeteria, where 2 guards can be seen cleaning the kitchen. Reigen crouches into a crawl and begins making his way through the cafeteria by using the tables as cover. He pauses once he arrives at a door leading into another hallway, making sure the other officers are not paying attention, and then proceeds to enter through it quietly. Reigen is now standing in the Administrative region of the facility. After checking his surroundings, Reigen proceeds through until stopping and turning left into a perpendicular hallway. He is never several meters away from the Warden's office now. REIGEN: Pst. (He pauses) Adrian, are you there? ADRIAN: Yeah? REIGEN: The door leading into the Warden's office. It's wide open. Video feed confirms that the door is, in fact, open. ADRIAN: So? Just walk past it. REIGEN: But the Warden is still in there. What if he sees me? Reigen takes another step closer to the office, which allows the camera to detect distant audio of a man — presumably the Warden — talking on a cellphone. While the conversation itself cannot be discerned, it does appear that there is an argument occurring. ADRIAN: Okay, don't worry about it. Just go. REIGEN: Fine. Reigen stands just past the door. After waiting momentarily, he dashes through the open doorway and across to the other wall. After crossing, however, Reigen immediately freezes. ADRIAN: Did you make it? Reigen shushes Adrian as he peers back into the open doorway. Audio from Reigen's video capture confirms that the Warden is still arguing over his cellphone. REIGEN: Yeah, I think I made it. ADRIAN: Good, are you at the elevator? Reigen makes his way past a row of empty coat racks before finally arriving at the door of the emergency staircase nearby. REIGEN: I am now. ADRIAN: Good. Adrian can be heard typing on her keyboard. REIGEN: Are you going to detonate the—? Reigen is interrupted by the sound of a loud explosion nearby. He quickly covers his ears to protect them from the blast. Almost immediately, shouting can be heard in the distance as lights and other alarms activate briefly before promptly deactivating. The video itself cuts out just as the door next to Reigen can be heard clicking open. [END LOG] >> run cmd.exe > Command received. Opening Administrative command prompt in viewing window… > The window has now been opened. Please input your commands below: >> <Z:\SCIPNET\system> ping F0N71423 > Pinging host F0N71423 (169.236.12.1) with 32 byes of data… > Ping successful. Host responded to ping at 23:51. >> <Z:\SCIPNET\system> locate 169.236.12.1 > Triangulating 169.236.12.1 from recent data… > Location confirmed at -30.36683, 45.81011. This device is located approximately 15 meters away from target IP. >> <Z:\SCIPNET\system> exit > Command received. Closing command prompt… ADDENDUM TEN [BEGIN LOG] The video opens to dash cam footage monitoring the inside of the Blue 2008 Kia Rio seen previously. Inside the vehicle is Adrian Fryar in the driver's seat, who has her back turned to the camera. Far beyond the rear of the car, Jakob Reigen can be seen approaching from the side of the road. Adrian taps on a button on her door and unlocks the car, allowing Reigen to slip inside the passenger's seat. REIGEN: Go, go! Adrian stomps on the gas pedal of the Kio and the car lurches forward at high speeds. Reigen continues to glance upwards at the rear-view mirror as Adrian drives the car through a right turn and into a one-way road heading southbound. Behind them, flames engulf the underground facility that Reigen had retreated from. Several prisoners can also be seen exiting the facility just before it goes out of view by the camera. ADRIAN: Anyone following us? Reigen gets closer to the rear-view mirror before pausing and then turning around to scan the rear of the vehicle. REIGEN: Don't think so. Nobody else was following me when I left either. ADRIAN: Good. In the back are some extra clothes. Put them on. Reigen complies with Adrian's demand and begins changing in the passenger seat. Meanwhile, Adrian can be seen making another right turn into a larger city street, passing a large white van before accelerating into the left lane. Reigen turns toward Adrian as he struggles to put on his shirt. REIGEN: (Muffled) Is Ryan still waiting for us? ADRIAN: Should be. He said that he'd meet us at the front doors — said there might be some trouble though. REIGEN: Trouble? ADRIAN: Yeah. Do you remember that laptop you stole from the executive in the World Building? REIGEN: Yeah, what about it? ADRIAN: That laptop belonged to the Director of Aregonyx. And now apparently he's at the Depot right now. REIGEN: Is that bad? ADRIAN: Yes it's bad. If we thought security was going to be tight before, just imagine how strict they'll be with the literal Director. The two go silent briefly as Adrian stops at a red light. REIGEN: So what's the plan then? ADRIAN: We get inside, and then we stay alive. Adrian accelerates the car as she passes an incoming yellow light. She continues driving for 10 minutes before finally pulling into a small alleyway leading into a secluded parking lot. After some time Adrian finally parks the car and unlocks the front doors. ADRIAN: This is it — I think we're here. Adrian exits out of the vehicle first, followed shortly by Reigen. The duo then proceed to head northbound and into another small alleyway. Along the left wall of the alley sits the remains of a crumbling building with the words "AUTO FACTORY" labeled faintly several meters above them. They continue walking until Adrian finally stops near another wall and places her hand on it. ADRIAN: Here. REIGEN: Here? What do you mean "here?" That's just a wall. ADRIAN: No, dumbass. Look. Adrian shoves her hand into the wall, causing it to go through the cement. After waving her arm slightly she retracts it back to her chest. ADRIAN: The wall is fake. Reigen shakes his head in apparent surprise as Adrian shoves both her arms and eventually herself through the wall. After a brief pause, Reigen follows her, pushing his left arm and right leg until he walks through the wall itself. After entering through to the other side of the wall, Adrian and Reigen walk into the grounds of another parking lot, this time nearby a large military-grade base of operations. The vicinity of the building is protected by a large barbed-wire fence. There is a gate leading directly to the front of the facility, which has been cracked open slightly. Near the front of the doors stands Ryan Hartwell, ushering the duo to come closer. Adrian and Reigen approach Hartwell on foot, arriving shortly after entering the property. Ryan steps aside so the others can enter into the Depot before closing the gate behind them. RYAN: Glad you could make it. Thanks for your help. ADRIAN: Yeah, sure. REIGEN: Where is everybody? Reigen looks around and confirms that no guards or additional personnel are present. RYAN: Everyone is inside right now — that blast from the prison caused a lot of ruckus up here. I told them that there was a medical emergency inside, so we have a few minutes before they come back to patrol. ADRIAN: And what about your plan? Did you get all of your explosives in place? RYAN: I did. REIGEN: When do you plan on detonating those? RYAN: Once you two are in position. We can't do it too soon or they'll close you off from the Outside. RYAN: Here— Ryan hands Adrian a hand-scribbled map. She opens it and shows it to Reigen. RYAN: That will lead you to the control panel that opens the outer border. ADRIAN: Ryan this looks like a 3-year-old drew it. REIGEN: (Pointing at the map) Is that supposed to be "DAR" or "door?" RYAN: Look I didn't have enough time to make the map look pretty, alright?! Ryan scoffs. RYAN: Just hurry up and get in place, before they notice that something's wrong. Adrian and Reigen nod in agreement before entering past the front courtyard and into the front doors. Using the map for guidance, the duo proceeds into a large welcome center with 1 set of double doors leading into the facility. The welcome center is notably desolate, with nobody watching the front desk or monitoring any available camera footage. REIGEN: What's up with this place? Where is everyone? ADRIAN: Maybe they're all with the Director right now. REIGEN: Still… it's just weird to me that nobody is even watching out front for intruders. ADRIAN: Let's not jinx it then. Reigen and Adrian continue past the double doors and take a left turn past the janitor's closet and into a nearby elevator. Consulting the map once more, Adrian leads the elevator down to the final accessible floor. The two then navigate across a network of hallways, avoiding several agents that can be seen walking nearby. Screen capture of Reigen's camera. The two finally arrive at an open region of the facility. The region itself contains several personnel working inside of a large control room with a window facing outward. Beyond the control room sits a large, translucent wall spanning the entire width of the room. The wall itself appears malleable from the outside, akin to being made from a clear jelly or weak resin. Adrian and Reigen navigate along the far wall in order to reach closer to the control room. In order to avoid detection, the two use nearby objects and boxes to hide. In the middle of the room stands the Aregonyx Director identified as Samuel Cain, a 1.9-meter tall caucasian male with blonde hair and stubble along his face. He is in front of the translucent wall, staring through it and onto the other side, which is black. OPERATOR: (From a microphone inside the control room) Almost ready, sir. DIRECTOR: Fantastic. Please have the border prepared as soon as possible. OPERATOR: Understood. Reigen and Adrian freeze behind their cover, looking toward each other. Adrian then retrieves a small phone in her pocket and begins to dial. Reigen attempts to question Adrian but she holds her finger against her lips to indicate silence. After another moment she brings the phone to her ear. ADRIAN: (Whispering into the phone) We're ready. Adrian hangs up the phone moments before a series of explosions, each getting louder between intervals, can be heard from their positions. Said explosions only continue to increase with intensity before the room itself shakes, alongside the translucent wall nearby. The Director freezes, looking around his vicinity to observe the ongoing tremors. The Operators inside the control room panic, and retreat outside to where the Director stands. After a moment, the Director barks at the two Operators to investigate what is occurring above the surface, stating that he will ensure that the border is opened properly. During this event, Adrian and Reigen approach closer to the control room seen earlier. Before they can enter it, however, Adrian stops them. ADRIAN: We have a problem. REIGEN: (Whispering) Yeah? And what's that? Adiran nods her head toward the Director. ADRIAN: Him. REIGEN: Okay, so what do we do? The two pause briefly. ADRIAN: I have an idea. But I need you to get to that control panel right now. REIGEN: Me? And what about you? ADRIAN: Don't worry about that. Adrian shoves Reigen closer to the control room. ADRIAN: Just go! Reigen nods and proceeds inside the control room. Meanwhile, Adrian steps away from her cover, and out into the open. She begins to approach the Director, who is looking down at his cellphone device. ADRIAN: (Shouting towards the Director) Hey! The Director glances upward from this phone and briefly scans his surroundings to identify the source of the sudden sound. After a moment he sees Adrian. DIRECTOR: I'm… sorry? Who are you? ADRIAN: What do you mean "who am I?" Who are you? And what is this place?! Adrian and the Director continue conversing while Reigen finally reaches the controls for the outer border. A series of blinking dials and levels can be seen from his optical lens camera. After scanning briefly for any labels or significant markings for instructions, Reigen begins hitting buttons at random. Outside, Adrian and Director continue conversing. Adrian has now taken all of his attention while Reigen continues pressing buttons. DIRECTOR: I'm shocked that you somehow got by Security. ADRIAN: Quit dodging the question! DIRECTOR: Lady, I'm going to have to ask you to leave before— Reigen presses a button that activates the overhead alarm system. He panics and proceeds to duck out of view from the outfacing window as both Adrian and the Director glance towards the control room. DIRECTOR: (Yelling) Who's in there? The Director steps closer to the control room. ADRIAN: Hey, wait a minute you can't—! Adrian takes a step toward the Director to grab his attention. DIRECTOR: (Back to Adrian) Shut up! The Director raises his hand and shoves it toward Adrian. Despite no physical impact, Adrian is sent flying backward and into several crates nearby. Reigen continues to mess with buttons while remaining under protective cover as the Director approaches. DIRECTOR: I know you're in there. Come out! The Director lifts both of his hands in the air and moves them downward. Suddenly, metal and aluminum can be heard shredding as part of the control room's external wall is upended and removed. Despite this, however, Reigen is still hidden from the Director. The Director makes another attempt to remove the rest of the wall from the control room before being interrupted by Adrian, who throws conjured flames at the Director to distract him. After a brief dodge, he waves his hands in the air to neutralize Adrian's attack before throwing flames of his own. Adrian is able to dodge one of the fireballs but is grazed by another. Reigen manages to find another level and pulls it. Suddenly, the translucent border wall nearby shudders and begins to dissipate. Behind the wall sits a red, misty portal. The Director, now focused on the control room, brings his hands down once more, causing the rest of the external wall to rip and shred away. Reigen still remains shielded by the external controls as chunks of metal fall to the floor. Adrian is now back on her feet, proceeding to run toward the Director. He turns, throwing his hands out once more but then misses, allowing Adrian enough time to apprehend the Director and hold him down. ADRIAN: Jakob, go now! Reigen perks his head above the control panel before nodding and proceeding through the shredded wall facing the Director and Adrian. After jumping down to ground level, Reigen heads straight for the open border wall. DIRECTOR: (Grunting) Wait! The Director frees himself from Adrian's grasp, now putting her into a chokehold of his own. Reigen turns around, just as the Director tighten's his grip around Adrian's neck. DIRECTOR: I can't let you leave. Reigen stops in his tracks. He and the Director are now frozen, with Reigen mere meters away from the open border. DIRECTOR: If you leave, she dies. It's as simple as that. The Director tightens his grip more, causing Adrian to begin kicking and gasping for air. REIGEN: No, wait! Don't — don't kill her. Reigen slowly begins stepping away from the border wall. REIGEN: Look, I'm walking away. (He pauses) Loosen your hold. The Director complies with Reigen. Adrian brgins to cough and sputter but can now breathe. ADRIAN: Jakob just — just go! DIRECTOR: Don't listen to her. Reigen freezes once more. REIGEN: And why shouldn't I? DIRECTOR: Are you kidding me? Come on, there's nothing out there! Even if you did escape you'd have no one. And you'd have nothing. The Director tightens his grip but does not prevent air from reaching Adrian. DIRECTOR: If you stay here, we can just forget about this, alright? Move on. I can set you up with a nice little suite somewhere in Diamond and you won't have to worry about a thing. The Director smiles. DIRECTOR: That's fair, right? Reigen remains still in his tracks, looking between both the Director and Adrian. Adrian attempts to mouth the words "go," but is then stopped by the Director's hand covering her mouth. DIRECTOR: But I can't allow you to go through that border. A pause. REIGEN: I… Reigen sighs, looking back towards the portal and then at Adrian and the Director. REIGEN: I'm sorry. Reigen turns and escapes through the portal, despite protests from the Director. Reigen's video feed suddenly becomes black as the perspective changes to the view of a large central room. Stairs near the edges of the video's perspective lead upward to a large mechanical pod that spans across the width of the room itself. In the video stands an unknown individual nearby. Suddenly, the pod begins to shudder. An outstretched hand peeks out of a gap in the metal panels and forces open a hatch door. The individual outside continues to stand and wait as Jakob Reigen sits up from the inside and scans his surroundings. Fluids and other materials cake the outside of his face and nude body while the figure outside pulls out a small pistol and holds it directly in front of his head. UNKNOWN: Great to see you again, Jakob. Reigen squints as he tries to identify the individual towering above him. REIGEN: (Sputtering) I… Adrian? ADRIAN: Welcome to the real world. Adrian aims the gun closer to Reigen's skull and cocks it. [END LOG] Knock, knock Thirteen. Come on, I know you're hiding in there. What? Who are you? What do you want? Is it not already obvious? There are plenty of people who aren't happy with you, you know. Especially after you tried destroying everything we've worked so hard for. You shouldn't have been able to find me. Not inside here. How did you figure it out? Oh, come on. Did you really think removing our trackers from the virtual reality equipment was going to actually save you? You should've known better Ryan. How did you…? Oh. I think I get it. Do you now? How stupid of me. No wonder nobody ever pulled the plug on you, Adrian. Is that even your actual name? Or should I just call you Seven now? You figured it out. How exciting. You know, I always thought it was weird how everyone called you the "Black Rabbit." Or how you only ever showed your face whenever there was a vacant spot on the Council. But now I understand. You're an omen that only shows herself once a Council seat needs to be filled. You're on a roll today. And what about Jakob? Are you planning on killing him too? Kill him? Don't be so dramatic. Jakob is going to be your replacement. My replacement? How? What makes him so special? Nothing. And that's exactly the reason why he's replacing you. Because it doesn't take anyone special to do your job. Despite what you might believe. And besides, it's only fair, right? Considering how you were the one who blew up his train and got him involved in this. Look, that train was an accident. It wasn't supposed to blow up and hurt all those people. You of all people should know that. Well… even if that was the case, it's not like it really matters anymore. Why's that? Because here in just a moment, that little electric tingle you're feeling inside your head right is going to finally kill you. And once that killswitch activates, everyone will know that my mission here was a success. 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I.E., Ontokinetic-inducing interface devices, advanced .aic-controlled software, anomalously-reinforced hardware components, among others. 2. "Improvised explosive devices" 3. Invisible entry points within SCP-7766 that allow Foundation operatives to navigate and transport between locations without being seen by the general public. |
SCP-7767 | esoteric-class | SCP-7767 Byㅤ Blue Foot Published on 27 Sep 2022 21:59 by Blue Foot 20 WARNING: THIS DOCUMENT CONTAINS INFORMATION ON DEMONIC ENTITIES, AND IT HAS MOST LIKELY BEEN THE SUBJECT OF HELLISH INFLUENCE The following document has been the subject of severe demonic influence. A Class 3 blessing or higher is required for viewing. Click here to access this document - Close document Object #: SCP-7767 Heathen Level: Damned Holding Measures: SCP-7767 is to be held in a standard heretic rehabilitation chamber. The chamber is to be blessed by Site-47's current High Priest1 everyday in order to limit the strength of SCP-7767's demonic prophecies, and they are to lead all attempts to converse with and rehabilitate SCP-7767. Sketch of SCP-77672 Description: SCP-7767 is former Magician Tobias Svoboda. SCP-7767, as of 04/06/2025, has become an apostate of the faith and blasphemer of the Great Deities, presumably due to it being possessed by a demon. SCP-7767 has become a false prophet for a god known as "the lord" and "god". It is believed that, due to its high levels of prophetic accuracy, demons commune with SCP-7767 about matters of the future. This is supported by High Priestess Ocla, who, after communing with the spirits, has found the heretic to possess significant spiritual energy. Attempts to return SCP-7767 to the true faith have failed entirely. Revelation: SCP-7767 was first revealed to the Foundation on 04/06/2025 when it was discovered in Site-47's cafeteria. It was wearing a white linen robe it had fashioned from its bedsheets. It was standing on a table and preaching false teachings to site staff and clergy, who responded with jeers and outcry. Site-47 security then escorted SCP-7767 into its current (then unused) holding cell, where it was interviewed by High Priestess Ocla. Appendix.7767.1: Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-7767 Interviewer: High Priestess Ocla Date: 04/06/2025 <Begin Log> High Priestess Ocla: Tobias, why have you acted as you have today? SCP-7767: Why say you that? High Priestess Ocla: Don't play the fool. You have blasphemed the Great Deities with, as it seems, no remorse in your heart. SCP-7767: I am not guilty as you accuse. Today, I have merely spoken on behalf of the lord. High Priestess Ocla: Speaking on behalf of false gods is blasphemy. SCP-7767: That is untrue in this case, witch. High Priestess Ocla strikes the interview table with her hands. High Priestess Ocla: (aggressively, agitatedly) You shall refer to me as "High Priestess", heretic! SCP-7767's eyes become cloudy for seven seconds. They then return to their normal coloration. SCP-7767: I shall do no such thing! You, witch, and your diviners, magicians, prophets of idols, hear the word of the lord and weep! You who oppress the people of god, the poor and the infirm, even the gods of the nations, tear off your garments and beat your breasts, for your empire of sin shall come crumbling down! Never before has man or angel seen such a presence of evil than in your nation now. Therefore, the lord god will spoil the grain house of your spirit, and you shall eat of your own rotten loaves! You shall cry before him "Why do these things occur to us, a righteous and pure people?" But you shall receive no respite. High Priestess Ocla: I fear not your god, nor will I cry out to him! The Great Deities will crush his wrathful outburst and spare their people if such a thing came to pass! SCP-7767 rises from his chair. High Priestess Ocla rises from her chair in response. SCP-7767: (screaming) Cry out to your idols, and weep before your gods! For the lord will pass judgement in spite of your witchcraft and divination! Turn from your evil ways before the time has come, or this shall all come to fruition! High Priestess Ocla: For what purposes must you follow other gods? Why do you prophesize evil, Tobias? For you were a man of valor before the Deities, and you were in study of their secrets. SCP-7767: (calmer)This was once true. However, yesterday, a sign from the lord came before me. I was in my chambers, practicing the magic of demons, when suddenly, behold, a great cloud came from a bottle which I had set to boil mere seconds before! From this cloud an angel of the lord emerged, and he said to me in a voice of thunder "Tobias, magician of demons, fear not!" and I was sore afraid. He then said "The lord takes no delight in evil, and no pleasure in unjust gain. Therefore, he shall cleanse the world in his great furnace. Evildoers and sinners will be burned away, and only the righteous will endure his flame. Prophesize to the world's evil, so that they shall be saved from the fire. Make haste, for the day of the lord is near!" So I fashioned a garment from my bedsheets, and tore down the idols in my chamber. Today, I have prophesized and preached in the name of god. High Priestess Ocla begins to aggressively and righteously point towards SCP-7767 with her finger. High Priestess Ocla: (screaming) You fool! You have listened to the words of demons and taken them for a god! SCP-7767: (screaming) You hypocrite! Speak to your idols, see if they shall respond! High Priestess Ocla: I've heard enough! Woe unto you for eternity! High Priestess Ocla exits the chamber in a rage. <End Log> Appendix.7767.2: Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-7767 Interviewer: High Priestess Ocla Date: 04/10/2025 <Begin Log> SCP-7767: Good evening, priestess. Peace be upon you. High Priestess Ocla: Yes, hello, Tobias. I perceive that there is no further tension among us from our last talk? SCP-7767: Well perceived. Always know that I harbor no hate for you, nor your congregation. I simply wish to speak the truth. High Priestess Ocla: You shall have a great many opportunities to speak, for I have questions to ask of you. SCP-7767: Begin your inquiry, if you must. High Priestess Ocla sits in the chair opposite of SCP-7767. High Priestess Ocla: Very well. To begin, the scribes and archivists discovered that this "lord" you speak of appears to be of existing pagan origin. Do you have knowledge of this? And did you have knowledge of this before the happenings of the sixth of April? SCP-7767: Of the pagan origin you speak of, I am aware of it. The lord god is worshipped among the Jews, Prahaists, Christers, Jordanites, and several smaller faiths. However, I had no knowledge of this on the day you speak of. High Priestess Ocla: Then how did it come to pass that you preached in the name of this god? He is of a lesser faith. and of a small group of followers. SCP-7767: I was instructed by the lord soon after our last discussion about what I now speak of. He has instructed me about many things. He spoke of his people's oppression, how your empire of sin brought down his church on earth. Several great prisons have been constructed for his people, so that they may wait to die among the followers of the gods of the nations. Great hosts have been raised and innumerable armies roused to strike down the saints. Great pestilences of locusts and rats have been released in their fields. He speaks now of an event of this very day, for High Priest Soumo has declared the faiths of the Christers and Prahaists to be destroyed, with the rest already having been laid waste. High Priestess Ocla: That is knowledge hidden from men of your rank, Tobias. That declaration required Class 4 clearance to view. SCP-7767: The lord god needs no key nor clearance card to learn your secrets, for he hears and knows all. High Priestess Ocla: But he must understand, he must be destroyed to leave space for the worship of the Deities. SCP-7767's eyes become cloudy for seven seconds. They then return to their normal coloration. SCP-7767: (agressively) You, witch, you and your unholy men! You who say "We must destroy the gods of the nations, for our gods are true and righteous, and all must worship them.", Hear the word of the lord! You claim innocence, yet you shed the blood of widows and the poor. You claim purity, yet you defile yourself with sexual immorality. You claim piety, yet you fall down before idols and cry out unto them "My god!" You, your Foundation, your diviners and prophets, you act as the arms of Satan, and the loins of his angels! High Priestess Ocla: (sharply) We are not starting this- SCP-7767: No, witch, listen well! You have gathered a host of sinners, and have crowned the devil as your king! Thus, he commands as a tyrant, he orders the gathering of those who follow not your Deities! He gathers you for bloodshed, casting lots, swindling, sexuality immorality, reviling, idolatry, so fear the lord, for the day is near! Your empire will be exposed for its nakedness, and great plagues shall bring dark days upon it! End your kingdom and repent, for thus says the lord! High Priestess Ocla: I…I believe we are finished here, Tobias. SCP-7767: Consider my words, witch, for the day is near! High Priestess Ocla exits the interview room. High Priestess Ocla: (quietly) Heretic… <End Log> Document.7767.1: The following is a reproduction of an excerpt from High Priestess Ocla's personal journal. 7/22/2028 Great Gods! I haven't written in this journal for years! I was searching through a great pile of rubbish when I rediscovered this. Ever since the prophecies of Tobias began, I have not kept an orderly room, and neither have I written of my life. Very well, I will tell a short version of the years' events. One can imagine it as my duty to posterity, future children of the Deities. It truly began a week after my second discussion with Tobias. I was not troubled. Prophets, demons, teachers of false gods, they are all what I live among everyday. However, great calamities began at this time. On that day, great lights shone down from heaven, brighter than a midsummer's day. Scribe Khander said they measured nearly two furlongs in width3! Each of these beams fell upon our sites, our rehabilitating camps of the faith, our watchtowers, our fortified bases, and they shone even at midnight. This, as Tobias claimed, was to expose the Foundation to the world. This came to fruition, as crowds followed the lights and news spread to the towns and cities. It had become a "Shattered Veil" Occurrence by the Feast of Pagolof. Soon after, great rains fell upon all the lands of the earth. The water was as honey, but it was bitter as neem4 and burning to the touch. Harvests withered with the showers, the weak and infirm fell victim before it, and great crowds tore off their garments and cried to the Deities for mercy.5 Then, the seas retreated from the coastlands, and the great ports were scorched in want of water for seven days. At the end of this time, great waves, 30 fathoms in height6, swept into the seashore. Tyre, Velikidemonesk, New Maastricht, all of the great cities, were drowned with water. The magnificent walls of Tiberion were of little use, as the waters of the oceans merely surmounted them and filled the city as a bowl, even as the seas receded.7 These days were the cruelest, as I lost mother and Uncle Annas at this time. The great waves swept into Gonkesha, and they were lost to the sea. Oh, I wish to not think more of those days… Then, in later times, as the great calamities spread across the earth, the heretic Tobias continued to prophesize and speak lies in the name of demons. It was decided that the followers of his god should die, for they brought great calamity to the world and to heaven.8 The men of the faith camps were ordered to utterly destroy the followers of the god of Tobias, and so it was. Droves of demon worshippers were driven into the deserts, the plains, and the forests to be returned to their hellish homes. However, demons intervened in their favor. Many of them found wild berries and honey when marched without food, and clothes mended themselves in the cold. Our great fires and machines of destruction were destroyed by nature or disrepair. Few pagans, in the end, saw death in those days. Then, as these things took place, great tremors in the earth shook the earth on which the faith camps stood. They buckled, and then gave way. The men of valor succumbed to great plagues of fever and swarms of rats and locusts, while the rest were swallowed by openings of the earth.9 These calamities and many more took place at this time, and the men of the earth were seized with fear. The cities and villages and towns saw great violence and theft, and the people resorted to rituals of sodomy and blood, much greater than custom, to satiate the wrath of the Deities. The Foundation brought peace to the land, at least partially so, as all were listed as followers of the Deities in the great Database. Small machines were placed in their right hands and foreheads to make themselves known as righteous among the people, and great numbers of pagans were killed by neighbors and family, as they refused the machines. These are the happenings of the day. I will continue to write as time goes on. Appendix.7767.3: Video Log VIDEO LOG DATE: 01/03/2029 NOTE: To end the attacks made by demons against the world, and to banish them to hell eternally, it was determined by the Order of the O5 that there was a need for the Great Deities to intervene and deliver all believers, as it is written in the Texts. It was decided that this was to be done via the construction of an avatar for the Deities to inhabit on Earth, so as to allow them to perform miracles and end the calamities of the age caused by the demonic influences that SCP-7767 prophesizes by. The events of this log depict the activation of this avatar. <Begin Log> High Priestess Ocla approaches the Site-47 altar, which is located in the center of Site-47's great worship chamber. The room is dimly lit with candles. It is 35 meters wide, 35 meters long, and 25 meters tall. Several idols, paintings, and lamps of burning incense decorate the room's walls. Directly in front of the altar is a great idol of Site-47's patron Deity, the Deity of Faith and Life, which is Baalin. It is five meters tall. She bows before the idol, and takes her place before the altar. The gathered congregation of 100 men fall to their faces in worship. They are dispersed in groups near the walls of the room, and all of them wear only loinclothes. High Priestess Ocla begins to chant in the revealed language of the Deities. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, pectali yah10… Pause The ceremonial drummers, located on either side of the idol, begin to beat their instruments slowly in unison. The congregation repeats High Priestess Ocla's previous words in unison. Congregation: (loudly, emphatically) Baalina, pectali yah… High Priestess Ocla: (louder) Baalina, pectali yah! Pause Congregation: (louder) Baalina, pectali yah! A hatch in the ceiling opens, and a large, lifeless beast11 is lowered from the opening. It is suspended with chains and hooks in midair, and, due to the dim lighting of the room, nothing about its features can be made out. High Priestess Ocla: Inpodocta, yuno salot polunae12. Baalina, pectali yah! Pause Congregation: Baalina, pectali yah! Every person in the room bows their heads in reverence for 15 seconds. High Priestess Ocla then continues. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, yah iblis vitris lakesh spina. Pectali yah, brall vitris aburna, anvitra lai klani13! Pause Congregation: (screaming) Baalina, pectali yah! High Priestess Ocla looks up towards the beast. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, Baalina, Baalina, shem joe Chesser, Pagalof, Lanoke, anvitra14! The two chosen Carriers of the Congregation enter the room. They bring with them a newborn infant boy and a lit golden candle. They carry him over to the great altar, and High Priestess Ocla takes hold of him. She places the infant on the altar. She entirely disrobes, and she places her ceremonial garments over the infant, completely covering him. High Priestess Ocla: (screaming) Baalina, pectali yah! The drummers begin to beat their instruments at an increasingly quicker pace. Pause Congregation: Baalina, pectali yah! The congregation begins to repeat this phrase at an increasingly frequent rate and loud volume. The Carriers of the Congregation place the golden candle on the altar and exit the room. High Priestess Ocla takes hold of the candle and utilizes it to light a fire with her ceremonial robes. This causes the infant boy to begin to cry and scream. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, Baalina! Pause Congregation: Baalina, Baalina! All members of the congregation remove their loincloths and begin to sodomize each other. They continue to chant while doing so. The drummers beat their instruments at what appears to be their maximum speed and volume. High Priestess Ocla leans over the altar and begins to weep. She begins to cry out to the Deities concerning her unworthiness. She looks directly at the sacrifice, which is screaming and kicking beneath the ignited robes. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, Baalina, legtoa jamine prog tama. Jeh pant legore konala prans. Kanyo jaclata pinsle, ganoi Baalina15. The ceremony continues in a largely similar way for the next three minutes and 16 seconds. 29 seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the room's temperature begins to slowly increase. One minute and three seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the light produced by the room's candles become noticeably brighter. One minute and 59 seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the room's temperature reaches 40 C°. The temperature increase ceases. Two minutes and 49 seconds minutes after the previously mentioned spoken words, one of the drummers beats a hole into his drum, causing it to become unusable. Three minutes and 15 seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the sacrifice ceases movement, presumably due to its spirit leaving its body and entering the beast. Three minutes and 16 seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the beast's eyes open. It raises its heads up in the air, and each head roars at a very high volume. This causes several paintings to fall from the wall of the room, several glass and ceramic decorations to shatter, and four congregation members to suffer temporary injury to their ears. The roar coincides with the room's candles anomalously developing into infernos that rise several meters into the air in spiral patterns, and they clearly illuminate the room in a bright orange tint. Due to this light, the beast is now visible. It resembles a winged dragon and is a mostly red coloration. When standing upright, measuring from head to foot, it measures 15 meters tall. It's underbelly is a dark shade of purple. It has seven heads with a slender, lengthy neck attaching each respective head to the body. A golden crown adorned with jewels is placed on each head, and there are ten horns arranged in a circular pattern on its back. High Priestess Ocla looks upwards towards it. High Priestess Ocla: (laughing) Baalina, ka, Baalina16! All but two of the 16 hooks placed in the beast's flesh melt due to unknown means, causing the chains connected to these hooks to become unattached to the beast. This causes it to become entirely unsupported in all areas other than its far left side, and it then swings downward. As the beast's body lurches downwards, one of its heads attempts to consume High Priestess Ocla as it passes near her, although it is not successful. She then runs out of the room, screaming as she does. The beast is left overturned from its previous upright position as it is suspended in the air. The final two chains then are severed from the beast's body due to its weight, causing it to fall to the ground onto the altar. It quickly assumes an upright position and uses its tail to forcibly push the idol of Baalin. This causes the idol to fall to the ground on its side and to roll for a short distance, fatally injuring five congregation members. The beast then moves to sit on the fallen idol of Baalin, and it begins to speak blasphemous words against the Deities and "god". The members of the congregation exit the room in a panic. <End Log> Note-17. Appendix.7767.4: Video Log VIDEO LOG DATE: 02/03/2029 NOTE: The following video log depicts an unauthorized entry into SCP-7767's rehabilitation chamber. This footage was taken by the security camera located on the roof of SCP-7767's rehabilitation chamber. <Begin Log> Video footage begins at 22:04 hours. Video footage depicts SCP-7767's rehabilitation chamber. The heretic is seen kneeling before its bed, presumably praying to its false god. This is a typical behavior often seen before SCP-7767 retires to bed. The door connecting the chamber to the observation room is unlocked. SCP-7767 rises to its feet and faces the door. The door then opens, and High Priestess Ocla enters the room in full ceremonial garb. She closes the door. SCP-7767: Greetings, High Priestess. Peace be upon you. High Priestess Ocla does not respond. SCP-7767: I was not told of any visits. What brings you here? Pause. High Priestess Ocla: (quietly) What is the answer, Tobias? SCP-7767: What? High Priestess Ocla: I am inquiring of you, not you of me. Pause. SCP-7767: I merely do not understand. High Priestess Ocla: The question is simple. Why bring you demons onto the world? Why bring you death and grief? SCP-7767: I bring no demons nor death. I bring only the lord's righteous sentence. High Priestess Ocla draws a dagger that she had concealed in the folds of her ceremonial garb. SCP-7767 looks towards the dagger, and then returns to its previous eye contact with High Priestess Ocla. It does not speak for seven seconds. SCP-7767: So that is how it shall be. High Priestess Ocla: The time has come to return your god to hell, heretic. SCP-7767: He belongs not there, only you and your hellish legions. High Priestess Ocla: I will heed your word no longer. The avatar of the Great Deities, the foretold beast, the virgin infant, the entire world, all have been corrupted by your god and his host of demons. SCP-7767 You have played the fool. The beast shall command from his own authority, and he shall destroy your gods. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: Burn in hell, heretic. Pause. SCP-7767: So be it.18 High Priestess Ocla runs towards SCP-7767. It does not move. When she nears it, she draws her dagger backwards, as to prepare to strike SCP-7767. She then attempts to strike it. However, when the dagger is located approximately six centimeters from SCP-7767's body, both High Priestess Ocla and SCP-7767 collapse to the floor. They convulse for seven seconds. They both then rise to their feet, and neither moves. Neither speak for one minute and 17 seconds. When they do speak, both of their voices are extremely distorted. High Priestess Ocla: WHAT SAY YOU, SON OF MAN? FOR I HAVE NOT SPOKEN TO YOU IN MUCH TIME. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: PERHAPS TODAY YOU MAY END OUR BATTLE, AND RELINQUISH MY RIGHTFUL INHERITANCE. RETURN TO HEAVEN, AND LEAVE ME HELL. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: ONLY THE REASONABLE WOULD DO AS SUCH. ALL LIVING SONS OF ADAM WORSHIP AT MY FEET. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: THE WORDS OF YOUR PROPHETS FALL ON DEAF EARS. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: SPEAK, COWARD, FOR I KNOW YOU HEAR MY WORDS. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: IF YOU ARE THE SON OF GOD, WHAT SAY YOU? Pause. SCP-7767: And I saw an angel coming down out of heaven, having the key to the Abyss and holding in his hand a great chain. He seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil, or Satan, and bound him for a thousand years. He threw him into the Abyss, and locked and sealed it over him, to keep him from deceiving the nations anymore… Pause. High Priestess Ocla: INTIMIDATE ME NOT, FOR I AM AWARE THAT THAT AGE SHALL BE SHORTLIVED. Pause. SCP-7767: When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison and will go out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth…And the devil, who deceived them, was thrown into the lake of burning sulfur, where the beast and the false prophet had been thrown. They will be tormented day and night for ever and ever. High Priestess Ocla then collapses to the floor. She begins to foam at the mouth. What appears to be a spirit YOUR LORD exits from her body. High Priestess Ocla's neck then experiences severe, anomalously (presumably demonically) caused neck trauma, causing her head to rotate 180°, fatally wounding her. The spirit rising from her body then speaks as it exits the room via phasing upward through the roof. Spirit YOUR LORD: I FEAR YOU NOT. ALL WILL WORSHIP AT MY FEET. Pause. SCP-7767: Flee while able, Satan, for I am coming quickly. <End Log> Note-High Priest Skalin is scheduled to assume the currently vacant role of Site-47 High Priest on 06/06/2029. Document updates are pending. Footnotes 1. Currently High Priestess Ocla. 2. Due to its apostacy and heresy, the heathen has been deemed unworthy of a photograph. 3. Approximately 402 meters. 4. The neem tree is a species of mahogany tree that is native to India and most of the continent of Ethiopia. 5. Does a fountain send out from the same opening both fresh and bitter water? 6. Approximately 55 meters. 7. The Lord swept them into the sea. The water flowed back and covered the chariots and horsemen—the entire army of Pharaoh that had followed the Israelites into the sea. 8. Indeed, the hour is coming when whoever kills you will think he is offering service to God. 9. At that time his voice shook the earth, but now he has promised, “Yet once more I will shake not only the earth but also the heavens.” 10. Translated to "Baalin, we call upon you…" 11. The body of this beast was constructed by the secular bioengineers of Site-47, and has been blessed by the clergy of the site. 12. Translated to "In great need, we ask blessings of you." 13. Translated to "Baalin, you control the lives of all. We call upon you, take the life of the newly born, and invigorate our champion!" 14. Because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever! Amen. For this reason God gave them up to dishonorable passions. 15. But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has I HAVE prepared for those who love Him ME. 16. Translated to "Baalin, yes, Baalin!" 17. IT WAS GIVEN POWER TO WAGE WAR AGAINST GOD'S HOLY PEOPLE AND TO CONQUER THEM. AND IT WAS GIVEN AUTHORITY OVER EVERY TRIBE, PEOPLE, LANGUAGE AND NATION. ALL INHABITANTS OF THE EARTH WILL WORSHIP THE BEAST… 18. If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7767" by Blue Foot, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7767. Licensed under CC-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-7769 | neutralized | !EMERGENCY NOTICE! CONTAINMENT BREACH ALERT: SCP-7769 Foundation personnel receiving this notice are at high risk of serious injury and/or death due to an ongoing containment breach. The following file[s] contains temporarily declassified and/or unredacted information concerning the associated anomal[y/ies]. REVIEW THE ASSOCIATED FILES AND SHELTER IN PLACE UNTIL THIS EMERGENCY NOTICE IS RESCINDED. Item#: 7769 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-7769 Special Containment Procedures: Existing procedures for the containment of SCP-7769 have been proven insufficient to ensure containment and resulted in predatory behaviour displayed towards Foundation personnel. As such, they have been removed until revised Containment Procedures are proposed and ratified by the Departed Department. Description: SCP-7769 is a physio-phantasmal entity, as classified by the SCP Foundation's Departed Department. The visual appearance of SCP-7769 is inconsistent but frequently described as resembling one or more adult male humans sharing the same physical space. Viewers note a difficulty in recognizing or describing consistent facial features and typically express seeing an 'overlapping' multitude of human faces when examining the entity. SCP-7769 is capable of alternating between corporeal and incorporeal states, presumably at will, and is most frequently documented doing so while displaying predatory behaviour towards living humans. Prior to its containment, SCP-7769 has been repetitively documented approaching individuals in isolated places between the hours of 7:00 pm - 5:00 am (local). SCP-7769 will then subsequently attempt to embrace the individual, whereupon it will begin rapidly oscillating between corporal and incorporeal states. This effect causes an immediate violent destabilization of the target's physical form, characterized by the rapid expulsion of bodily fluids, gasses, and pulverized musculature, skin, and bone. SCP-7769's embrace results in severe exsanguination and extensive damage to the target's organs and body tissues, typically resulting in death. Update: During transfer along the Atlantic City Expressway, SCP-7769 displayed the previously unseen ability to phase through inorganic matter, escaping its restraints and breaching the containment vehicle. It proceeded to rapidly and severely injure the escorting Foundation personnel and began moving towards the nearby urban center of Atlantic City (Nexus 36). As local Foundation units were deemed unfit to respond, they were not initially notified and a remote surveillance drone was dispatched to monitor SCP-7769's progress. It became evident that the entity was moving along a direct path towards Site-333. An emergency notice was subsequently forwarded to site personnel. However, due to a suspected system error, no confirmation of receipt has been received. It is unclear if SCP-7769 is displaying conscious, malicious intent toward Foundation personnel, or if its current movement towards Site-333 is influenced by the Nexus's properties. Site-333 — Interdepartmental Text-Based Communications Log: 07/07/2023 — 7:33 pm (EDT) Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Leonora Morales: So, are we supposed to just be okay with this? Tony Catalano: I know, I hate working late. Leonora Morales: No, I mean the ghost-thing that's coming here to kill us. Tony Catalano: Oh, right. Yeah to be honest not feeling great about it. But like, these things have to happen sometimes, right? Beside, I'm sure they're sending someone to take care of it. Leonora Morales: And we're just supposed to what, sit here and lock the doors until they do? Are you sure we shouldn't like, split up and go home? Tony Catalano: Have you ever seen a horror movie? Noah Patel: Okay, that's the last of the storm shutters put up. Leonora Morales: Well that's a huge relief. I'm sure nailing 2-by-4s over the windows is going to stop a ghost that walks through walls. Or an actual storm for that matter. Shouldn't we have some sort of metal shutter system or something? Tony Catalano: You just pointed out that it walks through walls. Leonora Morales: Yeah, don't remind me. I meant for hurricanes though. Tony Catalano: We were going to, but Vincent said that 'technology can fail us when we need it most and 'I don't want any of you feeling too safe, you'll get complacent,' and 'it costs how much? I can get a few pallets to break down for like, a buck or two.' So here we are. Leonora Morales: Where is he anyway? I swear to god, if he left us here and took off. Vincent Bohart: Oh yee of little faith. I'm just driving in, had some important business to take care of. Sounds like we could be here for a while. Tony Catalano: Running to the 7/11 during an emergency doesn't count as important business. Vincent Bohart: Look, I'm the one responsible for all of your safety in emergency situations. That's a lot of responsibility and not the sort of thing they train you for. So the last thing I need to be doing is making those on an empty stomach. Leonora Morales: That seems like the exact sort of thing they would train a Site Director for. Vincent Bohart Besides, don't blame me for going. It's Noah's fault that he wouldn't share. Noah Patel: I told you, those were from my grandmother. Vincent Bohart Well tell the lady to bake some more. Leonora Morales: Why is no one else stressed about this? Vincent, are you sure you should be texting and driving? Vincent Bohart: Oh come on, Leonora. I'm not an idiot. I'm using speech-to-text, it's perfectly saf— agnaj;k shuoebg Vincent Bohart: Dammit, who designed Cheetos to fit perfectly in the human windpipe. Noah Patel: Okay, I rounded up whatever weapons I could find. They're in the breakroom. Tony Catalano: See, we're all taking this seriously, Leonora. Leonora Morales: Why do we have a baseball bat with nails in it? Tony Catalano: Dibs Vincent Bohart: Dibs Vincent Bohart: Ah, fuck. That sounds cool as hell. Noah Patel: We also have a stun gun? I think. Vincent Bohart: Is it working? Noah Patel: I don't know, do you need to charge it? I can't find a cord with prongs that fit the holes on the front. Vincent Bohart: Keep looking, let me know when you find one to try. Leonora Morales: Vincent don't you dare, this isn't funny. The last thing we need to deal with is an unconscious Patel. Tony Catalano: I don't know. I mean if it's going to get one of us… Vincent Bohart: Ah, right, yeah. The ghost. I skimmed the thing they sent in the checkout line. Sounds like a nasty piece of work. Oh hang on, there's also a gun in my office. It's in the closet. The key is in the top-left desk drawer. Noah Patel: I'll go get it. Vincent Bohart: Top-left, Noah. TOP-LEFT. Do not look in the top-right. Seriously, Noah, I'm not joking about that. Vincent Bohart: Man, this fog really came in quick, I can't see past the hood of the car. Tony Catalano: You sure you should be on your phone, Vincent? Vincent Bohart: We already covered this, I'm not even typing on it. Not like I could be if I wanted and juggling this slushie. Noah Patel: This it? Tony Catalano: Jesus Christ, Vincent. This thing is ancient! Where did you even get this? Vincent Bohart: At an auction from some guy named Chekhov. It was pretty cheap too. Leonora Morales: How long have you had this in your office? Why have you had this in your office? Vincent Bohart: Would you accept 'in case of ghosts?' And you know what, if you don't, too bad. I don't need to explain myself to any of you. Leonora Morales: I'm pretty sure the Foundation has rules about properly storing firearms. Vincent Bohart: Yeah, well I'm pretty sure they have rules about pets in the office, and showing up to work on time, and the need for functioning fire extinguishers, but I don't hear any of you complaining about that. Leonora Morales: We have literally all complained about that. Can we focus on the current situation though? Vincent Bohart: Look I'm a busy guy, I only read the complaints that mention me by name. Tony Catalano: Okay, so just to recap: we've barricaded ourselves in here, Vincent's on his way back, we have a gun from the 40s, a taser that might not be working, and a baseball bat. And we're trying to fend off a ghost that can walk through walls and explode you. Anyone have any ideas? Vincent Bohart: Noah, isn't that hole in your head supposed to help with ghosts and spirits and stuff? Can you tell where it is? Noah Patel: No. But I really wish you guys would stop using the microwave, it makes my vision go all fuzzy. Vincent Bohart: Still, isn't this your deal, Noah? Cryptids and things that go bump in the night. Noah Patel: I don't know. I didn't have a chance to look at the file. But typically they're just little guys. Vincent Bohart: What? Noah Patel: You know, they're just kind of creepy little things that hang out. With like, big eyes or long legs. They don't actually do anything. Tony Catalano: Well this one is a bit of a human blender. Leonora Morales: You really haven't come across anything like this? Tony Catalano: As in it blends human — not, anyway, never mind. Noah Patel: Not really. I've mostly been focused on the Jersey Devil. But there's a whole bunch of different cryptids: Mothman, for example, or Bigfoot. Oh and the Crawler's been making a lot of waves recently. Leonora Morales: Where do you find this stuff? Noah Patel: Oh, there's a big community for it on the internet, messageboards mostly, like Parawatch. Vincent Bohart: Isn't that a Foundation-run honeypot? Noah Patel: That's a baseless conspiracy. Leonora Morales: So you have no experience with the sort of monster that is, by all accounts, in the process of actively hunting us down to kill us? Noah Patel: Honestly, no. I haven't heard anything about monsters that want to kill people. They can't be that common. It's probably just the way they're presented in the media. As I said, most of them just kind of hangout out of the frame of security cameras or beside roads at night. They're harmless! Leonora Morales: Noah, this is a possibly-intangible revenant that's harmed or killed several people today. This isn't a shark, there's no unfair societal bias here. Tony Catalano: Huh, this is interesting. Tony Catalano: So when they sent us the 7769 file, they opened up Site-333's access to the broader scipnet. Normally they keep us out after we uploaded that virus by accident in 2013. Vincent Bohart: You're thinking of 2007. 2013 was when they told us to stop using the fax machine. Tony Catalano: Right, anyway, maybe there's others like this? If Noah doesn't know anything we could take a look at what they have on record, see if there's anything useful. Noah Patel: I really doubt there will be much, as I said, these things are typically harmless. Tony Catalano: Yeah, well we'll see. Jesus, there are several thousand files. I thought we just gave out four-digit numbers randomly. Leonora Morales: Oh, my god. Where do we even start with this? Tony Catalano: Probably best to start from the beginning, right? Leonora Morales: I'm trying that, but 001 doesn't seem to be loading. Vincent Bohart: Just pick one at random then. Leonora Morales: What are the odds that will help? Tony Catalano: Fucking, hell. What is this thing? Read this: Tony Catalano: "SCP-096 will proceed to kill and [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-096-1. 100% of cases have left no traces of SCP-096-1." Vincent Bohart: What the fuck. Tony Catalano: I know, right? They don't even say what it does to you. But get this: "Due to the possibility of a mass chain reaction, including breach of Foundation secrecy and large civilian loss of life, retrieval of subject should be considered Alpha priority." Noah Patel: Okay, that has to be a fluke. No way are there multiple things like that running around. Try a different one. Tony Catalano: "Following the injection of its paralytic venom, SCP-631 will remain in this position for 2-3 minutes while the victim expires. Then, it will quickly consume the victim's internal organs, replacing them with fertilized eggs produced via its tail." Vincent Bohart: Fuck that. Leonora, you know about animals and stuff, this ring a bell for you? Leonora Morales: I'm tracking abnormally social seagulls, not… whatever that is. Noah Patel: No, this isn't right! Cryptids are… they're our friends! We may not understand them, but that's okay! They wouldn't want to hurt us, not like this! Tony Catalano: "SCP-939's primary method of luring prey is the imitation of human speech in the voices of prior victims […] SCP-939 vocalizations often imply significant distress." Noah Patel: No! They wouldn't do that! Tony Catalano: Look at this. These fucking things must be all around us. SCP-106, mid-emergence Leonora Morales: How many of them are there? Tony Catalano: I don't know, it goes on and on like this for pages. Noah Patel: I feel like I'm going to be sick. Tony Catalano: I'm not kidding at all. This is like, a sliver of them. Leonora Morales: And they what, just weren't going to tell us? God, how many more of these things could be after us. What if they're here now? Leonora Morales: We have to — we should call someone, right? Someone needs to be able to come here and help with this! Tony Catalano: We haven't been able to contact anyone outside the site, so not looking too good there. Noah Patel: I just threw up. Leonora Morales: Okay, I want the gun. Vincent, how do you load this thing? Vincent Bohart: Everyone calm down. Tony, stop scaring everyone. Leonora, I'll show you how it works when I get there. Noah, no one really pays attention to what you do, so I don't even get what you're so worked up about. Vincent Bohart: So let's just chill out, people. I'm almost at the site now. Honestly, I think this whole thing is — OH OH OH FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT. Fucking-shit-fucking shit. Tony Catalano: Jesus. Noah Patel: Oh no oh on oh no. Leonora Morales: I think I heard a car screeching outside. Vincent, that you? Vincent Bohart: Fuck. I think I hit something. Tony Catalano: Someone? Vincent Bohart: Fuck if I know. Dammit. I'll go and check. Leonora Morales: Oh my god, Vincent. Vincent Bohart: Look, I know. I know, okay? Jeez, I really should have auto insurance. The front of the car is all fucked up. Noah Patel: What about the person? Vincent Bohart: We don't know it's a person! It could be uh — like a big raccoon or a seagull or something. Tony Catalano: You gotta go take a look. Vincent Bohart: Yeah, no shit. Aww, damn. Okay that uh — that looks like a person. They aren't moving. Leonora Morales: Holy shit. Vincent Bohart: Okay, well. Huh. Tony Catalano: What? Noah Patel: Are they dead? Leonora Morales: Vincent, what's going on? Vincent Bohart: So I've got some good news… !EMERGENCY NOTICE! CONTAINMENT BREACH ALERT RESCINDED: SCP-7769 Item#: 7769 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-7769 is no longer active following a containment breach. Site-333's Director, Vincent Bohart has received a commendation for his work in the neutralization of this entity. 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SCP-7770 | euclid | someone with a sensitive stomach That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. 3/7770 LEVEL 3/7770 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7770 euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7770 is being held within a standard Site-19 humanoid containment cell. All meals provided to it must derive from the list of acceptable items provided by SCP-7770 upon containment. As of 2022-03-09, all meals must be checked for residual thaumaturgical energy. In order to avoid undue risk to all involved, Foundation staff may not enter SCP-7770's holding cell during regurgitation events. Description: SCP-7770 is Margaret Domery, a seventeen-year-old woman with a severe case of pica.1 SCP-7770 will only consume items that it considers supernaturally cleansing or lucky. This includes but is not limited to: Amulets and talismans Representations of good fortune Components of purification rituals Cleaning products Despite subsisting on a diet containing little to no actual nutrition, SCP-7770 is relatively healthy for its age. The only apparent symptom of its condition is a constant and severe stomachache; SCP-7770 has accepted the use of calcium carbonate as a treatment due to its role as an ingredient in cleaning products. SCP-7770 has also displayed a compulsion to reproduce "lucky" images on its own skin, with a specific focus on the image of the hamsa.2 While this compulsion originally manifested as a form of self-harm, a previous caretaker successfully convinced SCP-7770 to use permanent marker instead. SCP-7770 was discovered in 2021 following a pattern of tortoiseshell cat3 disappearances in Augustfey, West Virginia. SCP-7770's foster parents4 reported to the police that they had caught it in the middle of eating one of the missing cats. Once it was arrested, SCP-7770 told officers that its foster mother had forbade it from consuming its compulsive diet, requiring drastic measures. SCP-7770 displays extreme distrust of Foundation staff and often refuses to cooperate for tests and interviews. As this is typical behavior for many anomalies with time spent in the foster care system, research's current focus is establishing a rapport. Addendum: As of 2022-03-05, SCP-7770 has begun vomiting at infrequent intervals in addition to its dyspepsia. The items regurgitated by SCP-7770 show no signs of being digested and most do not seem to match anything SCP-7770 has eaten. Further research is pending. Addendum: Ongoing Log of Regurgitated Items DATE ITEM(S) REGURGITATED NOTES 2022-03-05 A handful of four-leaf clovers Had originally been provided to SCP-7770 as a snack 2022-03-08 A silver pendant in the shape of a jalapeno pepper Bears a resemblance to a cornicello5 provided to SCP-7770 as part of a previous meal 2022-03-09 47 pieces of paper bearing various summoning sigils Only two sigils seemed to be viable. See Video Log 2022-03-09 2022-03-13 8 computer graphics processing units of varying brands and makes All GPUs perform similarly to their traditionally-produced counterparts and are currently being analyzed by the Computation and Prediction Department 2022-03-14 6 sandstone tablets etched with Enochian symbols Assumed to be summoning devices. See Video Log 2022-03-14 2022-03-19 80 tennis balls Regurgitated over a 4-hour period 2022-03-28 11 novelty calendars 5 out of the 11 calendars depict the comic strip character Garfield. Significance is unknown 2022-03-30 10 permanent markers in varying colors 2022-04-05 3 toy cars 2022-04-10 Unknown See Video Log Margaret 18:10-20 2022-04-13 4 cancerous growths Growths show indications of surgical removal. DNA analysis indicates human hosts 2022-04-18 7 pounds of diatomaceous earth Previously requested by SCP-7770 as a potential meal 2022-04-26 The partially-digested remains of 5 cats See Video Log 2022-04-26 2022-05-05 5 pills of unknown make and manufacture Upon testing, each pill caused test subjects to act in superstitious ways for approximately 48 hours 2022-05-12 Unknown See Audio Log 2022-05-12 Addendum: Video Log 2022-03-09 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2022-03-09 23:03 NOTE: SCP-7770's dinner preceding this regurgitation event had been assorted wishbones from various avian species. [BEGIN LOG] At approximately 11:03 PM, SCP-7770 begins retching over the metal bin placed beside its bed. Over a span of two minutes, it expels seven sheets of paper into the bin before rolling over in bed. The inside of the bin glows a dull red color for a few moment before a cloud of black smoke emerges accompanied by a loud bang. SCP-7770 can be heard yelping. VOICE 1: And who has summoned me on this— VOICE 2: Who would like to make— The smoke clears, revealing two tall figures facing each other in the middle of the room. The taller one6 has long, dark hair and is draped in multicolored scarves. Its face has been heavily pierced with gold chains. The shorter one7 has cropped, white hair and is wearing a three-piece suit. Its mouth is circular, similar to that of a lamprey. The suited figure sighs and leans against thin air. BORBORYGMUS: Hello, Shet. If you're here, I suppose I can give up on this being a simple soul flip. EISHET: I was thinking something similar. Is there anybody else here? SCP-7770: Um. Hello? The two entities turn to look at SCP-7770, who has pressed herself against the wall in fear. SCP-7770: How, how did you two get in here? BORBORYGMUS: Well, never mind that. Little lady, do I have the perfect deal for you! What would you think about… As Borborygmus steps closer to SCP-7770, their eyes drift down to its stomach. The demon's smile fades and its skin lightens to pink as it stumbles backwards. BORBORYGMUS: My DUKE, what the FUCK is going on in there? God, I can feel it in my spleens! SCP-7770: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! What did I do? I'm sorry! BORBORYGMUS: What the fuck are you? Some kind of— EISHET: Borborygmus. Shut the hell up, for once in your existence. Eishet steps between Borborygmus and SCP-7770 and kneels at the side of SCP-7770's bed. SCP-7770 continues to cry out apologies as Borborygmus mutters to themself, patting down their suit. EISHET: Ignore them, sweetie. Do you mind if I touch your stomach? I'll try my best not to hurt you. After a few moments, SCP-7770 nods. Eishet places their hands on its stomach, causing it to wince. Borborygmus sneers. BORBORYGMUS: What do you think you're doing? Even a 'bus as shitty as you should know that the fun bits start further down. EISHET: I'm palpating her abdomen, leechmouth. I ran triage during the Gilded Wars, back when you were still chirping at your brood mommy to give you more reverse smegma. EISHET: Have you been eating anything you aren't supposed to, sweetie? Anything magical or glowing? After a beat, SCP-7770 shakes its head. Eishet sighs and stands up. Their fingertips are visibly blackened at the tips, as if they had been pressed against hot metal. EISHET: Well, you're retaining thaumaturgical radiation somehow, hon. For it to get to this level without doing more damage to you, you'd have to consume small doses of magical energy for…well, for years. SCP-7770 looks down to Eishet's fingertips. SCP-7770: And this…this hurts people? I mean, the people around me? Eishet laughs as they move their hands behind their back. EISHET: I mean, it hurts Borborygmus. They don't especially count as people. Borborygmus hisses as they lean over to look inside the bin next to SCP-7770's bed. It grabs a handful of the regurgitated sigils and waves them at Eishet. BORBORYGMUS: Here's a mystery solved. That's my summoning sigil there. If it was any more ovoid, the kid would have summoned Barbazel instead, and this room would have a much bloodier paint job. EISHET: Ah, I see. Random thaumaturgical generation. That is…that is not a good sign. BORBORYGMUS: It's a good sign for us. Light these up, we're out of here. EISHET: Give me a second, alright? EISHET: Look, kid. I don't know what's going on with you. But these are bad signs. And you've got a succubus telling you that, so you know shit's bad. SCP-7770 nods, hugging a pillow to her stomach. EISHET: So, whatever it is. Do your best to take care of yourself. Okay? SCP-7770: Okay. Eishet smiles. Across the room, the bundle of sigils in Borborygmus' hands burst into flame. The two figures burst into flame as well. SCP-7770 covers its eyes as the fire dies out. [END LOG] Addendum: Video Log 2022-03-14 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2022-03-14 09:59 NOTE: SCP-7770's breakfast preceding this regurgitation event had been 3 dreamcatchers purchased from Ojibwe craftsmen. [BEGIN LOG] At approximately 9:59 AM, SCP-7770 begins retching over the metal bin placed besides its desk. Over a span of four minutes, it expels six eraser-sized tablets into the bin before placing its head on its desk, eyes shut. The bin starts to vibrate, and six blinding shafts of light manifest in the room. The one closest to SCP-7770 visibly turns. VOICE 1: BE NOT AFRAID, CHILD OF AVRAHAM. FOR I AM… VOICE 2: Keyword 'afraid' detected. THERE IS NO NEED TO BE AFRAID, CHILD OF YITZCHAK. FOR… VOICE 3: Keyword 'afraid' detected. THERE IS NO NEED TO BE AFRAID, CHILD OF YISROEL… The shafts of light talk over each other in louder and louder voices until the only sound that can be heard is a deep, deafening rumble. After a few moments, the shafts of light fall silent one by one. Each one fades, revealing a massive, motionless winged figure that looks as though it was carved out of glowing marble. In the center of the figures is a very old man with enormous wings, wearing a gray jumpsuit and a welding mask. He is holding what looks like a car key fob. OLD MAN: Sorry about that, young one. I keep telling the divine programmers that the messengers need their NLP modules revamped, but it's on the backlog until the second era of prophecy. Let me take a look. The old man pulls a knife out of his pocket and digs it into the side of one of the tall figures. It does not react. The wound gapes open, revealing pulsing, glowing innards. The old man sticks his hands inside, rummaging around. Meanwhile, SCP-7770 sits up and takes its hands off its ears, looking from the figures to the old man with wide eyes. SCP-7770 What—who, who are you? OLD MAN: Just a repairman. Don't mind me. SCP-7770: Is that…what kind of repairs is that? OLD MAN: Well, right now I'm just digging around for the reset switch. But if you mean in general, I do all sorts. Mostly wetware and lightware fixes, but every once in a while I'll hazard out a flameware or soulware fix if it's contracted. SCP-7770's hand moves to its stomach. It smiles. SCP-7770: Wait, so you can fix people? Like, their insides? The old man waves a dismissive hand. The one not inside the tall figure. OLD MAN: Nah, don't have the contracts or tools for people. Anything with free will is the domain of the Big Man. SCP-7770: Even if they're, um. Hurting people? The old man looks at SCP-7770, then at SCP-7770's stomach. He sighs and twists something inside the tall figure. Its head lowers. OLD MAN: Keyword: tsimtsum. One by one, the tall figures burst into flame and disappear. The old man sighs. OLD MAN: There we go. So. Is this about whatever's going on in your abdomen? SCP-7770 nods. SCP-7770: Does it…does it hurt you? It hurt the last people I saw. OLD MAN: Nah, I've got all of my shots. I'm afraid I can't fix it, though. As I mentioned, it's well above my pay grade. OLD MAN: But hey, it's not that bad, is it? From what I know about humans, everybody hurts everybody else a little. It's par for the course. SCP-7770: No. I…no. No. SCP-7770: I'm sick of hurting. And I don't want to hurt other people, either. SCP-7770: I just want everything to be okay. Is that too much to ask? OLD MAN: I really wish it wasn't, kid. The key fob in the old man's hand starts to beep. He looks at it and sighs again. OLD MAN: Look, I'm about to get pulled out of here for my next gig. Is there anything else I can do for you, anything at all? SCP-7770: If you can't fix this. Me. If you can't fix me, can anybody? OLD MAN: Of course. Nothing's broken so badly it can't be fixed. Just gotta find the right tools for the job. The old man smiles, and the enormous wings on his back flap once. With a small flash of light, he disappears. SCP-7770 puts its head back on its desk, reaching for the container of calcium carbonate. [END LOG] Addendum: Video Log Margaret 18:10-208 MARGARET 18:10-20 10 And thus did Margaret kneel upon the floor of her dwelling; and from her mouth emerged the [untranslated]9. 11 And the LORD appeared unto Margaret in the dust swirling in the air, and thus Margaret's gaze was lifted from the floor. 12 And Margaret said unto the LORD: 'Who are you? What is happening? Is it happening again?' And she cried out once more in awe and fear. 13 The LORD heard Margaret's pleas, and so He said unto her: 'I am the LORD your God, God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Israel. 14 What would you ask of Me?' And Margaret looked up at the visage, and she said unto the LORD: 15 'There is something wrong with me. I tried to fix it. I tried to become something better. And yet, I still hurt those around me. I still hurt myself.' 16 The LORD listened to Margaret, and He said: 'There is no fault within you that cannot be fixed by you. There is no sin of man against man that I may forgive. 17 Your will is your own, and all curses and blessings follow.' And Margaret stood, and she said: 'What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?' 18 And she said: 'If all I do to fix the pain causes more, what can I do with will?' And the LORD was silent. 19 And Margaret took the [untranslated] and smote it upon the floor; and the visage of the LORD was scattered. 20 And now that the light of the LORD had left her, Margaret cried out once more. Addendum: Video Log 2022-04-26 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2022-04-26 14:52 NOTE: SCP-7770's lunch preceding this regurgitation event had been four vintage horseshoes. [BEGIN LOG] At approximately 9:59 AM, SCP-7770 begins retching over the metal bin placed besides its desk. It collapses to the floor before laboriously vomiting up the partial remains of 5 cats. Each body shows varying signs of decomposition; the first regurgitated cat is almost nothing but bones, while the last cat expelled barely shows any signs of being digested. The last body is the only incomplete one, as it is missing its hindquarters. After ensuring that it was done vomiting, SCP-7770 calls to a staff member to remove the bodies. It then climbs into bed and curls up with a pillow pressed against its stomach. A few minutes after regurgitation, the five bodies begin to reanimate. Disparate sections of the same corpses knit together and the cats try to stand up. SCP-7770 reacts to the squelching sound this produces by jumping out of bed and running to the far wall away from the bodies, shouting for assistance. The cats move slowly towards SCP-7770. As they approach, SCP-7770 stops shouting and sinks down, sitting against the wall with its arms wrapped around its knees. SCP-7770: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so so so sorry… It begins to cry. The cat without its hindquarters meows. It is moving slower than the others, dragging itself along. A stray scrap of viscera drags behind it. SCP-7770: I just—I needed to be better, to not hurt the people around me, and I was desperate, and I hurt you, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry… SCP-7770 buries its head between its knees and continues to apologize. The cats reach SCP-7770 and begin to rub against its legs. Their purring is very loud. The cat without its hindquarters drags itself next to SCP-7770 and settles down against it. The other cats follow suit and sit down next to or close to SCP-7770 as it apologizes and cries. They all remain in this position for half an hour. It is unknown at which point during this time the bodies of the cats deanimate once more. [END LOG] Addendum: Audio Log 2022-05-12 AUDIO10 LOG DATE: 2022-05-12 02:12 NOTE: SCP-7770 had refused to eat the day before. [BEGIN LOG] At 2:12 AM, SCP-7770 can be heard retching.11 This continues intermittently for a few minutes. It begins to cry softly as well. UNKNOWN: Oh, Maggie. Oh, no. UNKNOWN: Here, sweetie. Wipe your nose. That'll make you feel better. UNKNOWN: Come here. Let me feel your forehead, okay? The rustling of sheets. UNKNOWN: Hmm. You don't feel hot. Do you think it's something you ate? SCP-7770: Uh huh. UNKNOWN: Oh dear. Okay. I'll get you some peppermint tea. Your grandfather swore by peppermint for an upset tummy. SCP-7770: No! No, please, it's okay. Don't go anywhere. Just sit with me. Please? UNKNOWN: Of course, sweetie. There's silence for a few minutes, occasionally broken by SCP-7770's retching. SCP-7770: Other than…other than peppermint. Is there anything else that helps? Other foods, I mean. UNKNOWN: You know, most people wouldn't want to talk about food while they're throwing up. SCP-7770: Please? UNKNOWN: Okay, okay. Well. I know bland foods like crackers and rice cakes are supposed to be soothing. I had a friend in college who always swore by chewing on raw ginger, but ginger ale works wonders as well. UNKNOWN: But do you know what always worked for me? SCP-7770: What? UNKNOWN: French onion soup. SCP-7770: What? No way! UNKNOWN: I swear to you. It's the Domery cure for everything. The caramelized onion, the thick cheese melted on the top, the sliced fancy bread soaking at the bottom… SCP-7770: Stop making me hungry, I'm sick! The unknown voice laughs. UNKNOWN: Sorry, sorry! I got carried away. UNKNOWN: What makes you ask about sick-day foods? SCP-7770: I just… SCP-7770: It's been a really, really long time since I've had anything good to eat. UNKNOWN: I know, sweetie. I know. Silence for another few minutes. SCP-7770 has stopped retching. SCP-7770: Can I say something silly? UNKNOWN: Of course. SCP-7770: I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. UNKNOWN: What for? SCP-7770: For when our house burned down. For when you— UNKNOWN: Maggie, that's silly. It was an electrical short. You were fast asleep. You didn't do anything. SCP-7770: I know that. I know that, but no other house in our area had had any electrical shorts, not in the past few years, so something must have been different in our house, right? So it must've been me, I jinxed it or something, and I know this is stupid and a really backwards way of thinking about it but the way you looked when they brought you out… SCP-7770 falls silent. For a few moments, all that can be heard is its breath, fast and shallow. UNKNOWN: Well, okay. Let's think about it this way. If we're considering things that happened to me as evidence of your effect on my life, why focus solely on the end? SCP-7770: What? UNKNOWN: Magpie, you're not a parent. So you have no concept of the absolute joy you gave me for your entire life. Every second, every minute of every day with you was a blessing. The only reason I care about the ending is because it meant I didn't get to see you grow up. To see how you blessed other people. SCP-7770: But I'm not blessing other people, I'm hurting them! I have a— UNKNOWN: As far as I can tell, sweetie, the only person being hurt here is you. Can you imagine how hard it is for me to see you in pain? All I want to do is help you. To show you that what you deserve is so, so much more than this. SCP-7770: I know. I'm sorry. UNKNOWN: Oh, Maggie. Oh, my sweet girl. UNKNOWN: I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't be trying to guilt you like this. SCP-7770: No, no, it's okay. I should…is it okay if I try? UNKNOWN: Try what? SCP-7770: To do better. To stop…stop hurting me. UNKNOWN: That would be a good thing, yes. SCP-7770: Will you see? When I do? UNKNOWN: Of course. SCP-7770 yawns. UNKNOWN: Go back to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning. That's another cure for nausea, you know. SCP-7770: Will you be here? When I wake up? UNKNOWN: I'm sorry, Maggie, I don't know. I don't know how I'm here now. UNKNOWN: But I'll stay here until you fall asleep. Okay? SCP-7770: Then I'll stay awake. Tonight, and then tomorrow night, and then— UNKNOWN: Okay. Okay, silly. How about this. UNKNOWN: You lie down and rest your eyes, and I'll sit with you. SCP-7770: But you won't leave, right? I won't be asleep. UNKNOWN: I'll be here with you. Even if you do fall asleep, I'll be with you. I promise. SCP-7770: Okay. SCP-7770: I love you, Mom. UNKNOWN: I love you too, Maggie. I love you so, so very much. No other noise is recorded. [END LOG] Addendum: On 2022-05-13, SCP-7770 requested its first meal outside of the parameters of its anomalous diet. Its dinner that night consisted of peppermint tea, ginger ale, and French onion soup. Footnotes 1. Pica is a psychological phenomenon characterized by the consumption of items that would not usually be considered edible. 2. A hamsa is a hand-shaped amulet commonly found in the Middle East, believed to protect against the evil eye. 3. Tortoiseshell cats are considered to be good luck in many cultures. 4. SCP-7770 had been in foster care since 2014, after its mother died in a house fire. 5. A cornicello is a horn-shaped protective charm found in some regions of Italy. 6. Later identified by the Demonology Department as Eishet, a Lilithian Copulative Contract Agent. 7. Later identified by the Demonology Department as Borborygmus, a Faustian Contract Initiation Officer. 8. Due to an insuppressible cognitohazardous effect present in the original footage, human transcription is not possible without severe religious repercussions. The following log was transcribed automatically. It was then manually translated from Akkadian. 9. This word does not appear in any known Akkadian text. However, it shares its root with the terms for "honor", "weight", "passion", and "liver". 10. The motion-activated camera in SCP-7770's room malfunctioned and did not record this regurgitation event. Only audio was captured. 11. No evidence of regurgitated material was found. More From This Author More From This Author Sonderance's Works SCPs SCP-6531 • SCP-5640 • SCP-5625 • SCP-7302 • SCP-4653 • SCP-5785 • SCP-6012 • SCP-8880 • Tales/GoI Formats Sudoku Puzzles and a Lit Cigarette • Other Sonderance • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7770" by Sonderance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7770. Licensed under CC-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-7771 | esoteric-class | by Dr Asteria & weiserthanyou WARNING: The file you are attempting to access is restricted to those with LEVEL 6 Clearance only. If you have found this document in error, you now have 60 seconds before deployment of lethal auditory-visual cognitohazards. Otherwise, please enter your secure phrase. Does the Black Moon howl? Not for fear of waking the sun. SECURE PHRASE ACCEPTED. ACCESSING… Welcome, O5-7. The following document is in the process of deletion, pending a vote by the O5 Council. No further edits may be made until the vote is resolved. ITEM #: SCP-7771 LEVEL6 COSMIC TOP SECRET CONTAINMENT CLASS: flor galana SECONDARY CLASS: eparch DISRUPTION CLASS: dark RISK CLASS: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level6 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of 05/06/2005, containment procedures are no longer in force. See Addendum 7771.2. Description: SCP-7771 is a non-anomalous abstract concept used to explain the likelihood (or lack thereof) of any given event. While numerous predictable factors affect the probability of a given event, the sum of their effects adds a degree of uncertainty that cannot be accurately predicted. The common term for this concept and the associated uncertainty is "luck." ADDENDUM 7771.1: Emergency Overseer Conference [03/01/2005] PARTIES PRESENT: Overseer Council FOREWORD: On January 1-2, 2005, a series of extremely unlikely structural and technical failures within Sites-19 and -77 resulted in cascading containment breaches in both Sites, a combined total of over 100 casualties and fatalities, and the narrow prevention of a K-class scenario resulting from the breaches. In the aftermath of these events, an emergency Overseer meeting was called to discuss possible methods of preventing similarly improbable and unfortunate events in the future. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <The thirteen council members are seated in Site-01’s main meeting room.> O5-1: As I’m sure you have all read up on the events of the last 72 hours, today’s meeting has one purpose: to decide on a course of action to prevent disasters of this scale from happening again. O5-9: But, the disasters were averted? O5-3: The problem is that they almost happened, Nine, and we only barely avoided a Broken Masquerade in the aftermath, or worse. In any case, most of the problems, and similar problems we've experienced over the last year, weren’t caused by human error, just natural factors we have little to no control over. We can’t control the weather, for example. O5-10: We could, just not practically. O5-9: How are we supposed to mitigate that risk further than we already have? We funnel as many resources as we can into training and containment technology, and a simple policy change can’t account for random chance. O5-5: I have a proposition. <There is a pause in discussion.> O5-1: Well, spit it out, Five. O5-5: The very nature of our organization’s work is to contain the uncontainable. To hide away the most dangerous objects this universe has to offer. O5-7: Your point being? O5-5: Our work is, by definition, unlucky. The more Keter-class anomalies we cram into a site, the more likely they’ll eventually break out. <The O5s murmur in agreement.> O5-3: We already have fail-safes and backups, Five. Nuclear warheads and highly trained security personnel, AICs and emergency response systems. O5-5: Exactly my point. As Ten said, we could control the odds, just not practically. So, we’ll need some help. O5-1: What exactly are you proposing, Five? O5-5: We have already bent the natural laws of this universe to our whim for the purposes of our organization. I propose we commandeer another cosmic force. O5-12: …You’re not saying– O5-5: I see my dear Twelve has already figured it out. We have bent Death to our will, why stop there? If we could somehow manipulate the odds outside of a few policy changes and equipment upgrades, we could make Site-19 invincible no matter how many Keters we stuff in it. O5-1: Five, you’re proposing we contain– O5-5: Lady Luck herself, precisely, One. If we can’t control the amount of times we roll the dice, then we have to get the odds on our side. The house always wins. <The O5s discuss.> O5-13: This is absurd, Five! We absolutely cannot alter a non-anomalous law of the universe. O5-9: And, if this little project goes haywire? What then? O5-12: We have Exclusionary Sites for a reason, Nine. <The O5s discuss louder.> O5-1: Silence! Five, assemble a research team and have them draft a proposal. We will not vote on it until you have something more concrete than “change the odds.” O5-5: Fair enough. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Potential means of achieving this goal were devised and compiled in Project Proposal: Loaded Dice, detailed below. ADDENDUM 7771.2: Project Proposal PROJECT LOADED DICE PURPOSE: To develop a method of reliable artificial probability manipulation to the benefit for the Foundation. ABSTRACT: Foundation policy has historically focused on preventing and mitigating accidents and disasters through redundancy, failsafes, and personnel protocol rather than altering the fundamental probability of unfavorable events. Certain contained anomalies are capable of such probability manipulation, proving it to be possible and capable of directly affecting Foundation operations. METHOD: The primary focus of Project Loaded Dice is the study, utilization, and replication of anomalies capable of altering probability or luck. Research Area-8 is to be established within 250 kilometers of Site-01. The research and experimentation involved in Project Loaded Dice are to take place exclusively at this area. Temporary housing and containment facilities are to be built for all personnel, humanoid anomalies, and objects used in the project. A substantial budget is to be at the project’s disposal until its success or failure as deemed by the O5 Council. Any anomalies required for the project are to be approved for transfer from other Foundation facilities. O5 Council Vote [09/01/2005] PROPOSAL: Approve Project Loaded Dice, as submitted by O5-5. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS PASSED RESULT: Proposal approved. ADDENDUM 7771.3: Containment Attempts Attempt #1 METHOD: SCP-503.A human possessing an anomalous tendency towards short-term fortune and survival but long-term misfortune. OBSERVATIONS: Attempts to study and replicate SCP-503's effects have been made throughout the span of its containment. SCP-503 is to be immediately transported to Foundation sites believed to be under imminent threat of mass containment breach or destruction. RESULT: No attempts to reverse-engineer or replicate SCP-503's effects have been successful. Usage of SCP-503 as a means of affecting luck of endangered sites halted after Site-47's emergency failsafes experience unexpected failure during a containment breach, allowing SCP-503 to survive but allowing multiple aggressive entities to escape the site entirely. Attempt #2 METHOD: SCP-738.A desk that, when a person sits in front of it, manifests an invisible entity that offers to make a deal with the person seated in front of the desk. This deal is almost always at great personal cost to the person making it. OBSERVATIONS: SCP-738 was asked "What would you want in exchange for the safety of all Foundation sites and personnel, and the prevention of all scenarios that directly endanger them, without altering normalcy or consensus reality?" RESULT: Price stated to be "The human capacity for self-determination." Price deemed unacceptable. Attempt #3 METHOD: SCP-2719.Objects and concepts acted upon by SCP-2719 will either go or become inside. This allows direct interactions of abstract concepts. OBSERVATIONS: Pointer Outcome Good Luck Became inside. SCP Foundation Became inside. Good Luck Became inside. SCP Foundation Became inside. Good Luck Became inside. SCP Foundation Became inside. Good Luck Became inside. SCP Foundation Became inside. RESULT: Good Luck Outside. Attempt #4 METHOD: SCP-5655.A reality-bending humanoid that attempts to grant any wishes given to it, although often only in a loose sense. OBSERVATIONS: SCP-5655-1 was given the request "I wish for a method of increasing the SCP Foundation's luck and protection from misfortune." RESULT: SCP-5655-1 produced a four-leaf clover. Attempt #5 METHOD: Hypothetical "Probability Manipulator" device OBSERVATIONS: Project Fortune's Favor, an existing attempt to create a device capable of manipulating probability and functioning in a similar manner to a Scranton Reality Anchor or Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink, was given additional funding and staff. RESULT: No force, interaction, or particle has been discovered that is related to or directly affects probability. Research ongoing. Attempt #6 METHOD: SCP-2305.A sheaf of papers describing hypothetical anomaly neutralization attempts carried out by the Foundation, always ending in failure with a "moral of the story." OBSERVATIONS: Item #: SCP-7771 Object Class: Keter Proposed Neutralization Method: Manipulation of SCP-001-SWANN.Pataphysical entities capable of determining the "narrative" of our universe. entities is executed via a combination of amnestics and non-lethal memetic agents. Result of Neutralization Attempt: SCP-001-SWANN entities are compelled to create events with an absolute certainty to happen/not happen to the benefit of the Foundation. However, due to suddenly having to deal in universal absolutes, SCP-001-SWANN entities are overwhelmed in having to manage other minor events (such as nuclear fission) rather than continuing human consciousness. This causes an EK-Class End of Human Consciousness Scenario which eventually develops into a ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario. "The moral of the story:" Writer's block sucks. Please take breaks. RESULT: Neutralization method not attempted. 107 ADDITIONAL ATTEMPTS AVAILABLE IN EXPERIMENT LOG H-7771 WARNING: Please enter your alternate secure phrase for further reading. Reminder that failure to enter the correct phrase will result in deployment of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") to your location. t3H0u$Alw4y5w!ns ENTER SECURE PHRASE ACCEPTED ADDENDUM 7771.4: Pre-Vote Overseer Conference [19/05/2005] PARTIES PRESENT: Overseer Council (sans O5-7) FOREWORD: After the untimely and unlikely death of O5-7, the Overseers were assembled for yet another emergency meeting to discuss a replacement. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <The twelve council members are seated in Site-01’s main meeting room.> O5-1: I’m sure this won’t be news to many of you. <pauses> O5-7 has been terminated. O5-4: Wh– how? O5-3: According to her staff, she was forced to postpone her daily “fortification” ritual by a couple minutes due to an attack by the Chaos Insurgency. Alpha-1 swiftly dealt with them, but by pure chance, she suffered a heart attack during that time. O5-13: Well, bring her back! O5-12: We could, however, Five and I have devised a way to take advantage of her rather… extended leave of absence. <O5-5 distributes a document to the other members.> O5-10: What’s this? O5-5: This is an internal dossier on POI-777, a humanoid being possessing significant “Tychekinetic”.Probability manipulation abilities. Coincidentally, her real name is Pantelina Tyche. O5-13: And, your little pet project would benefit greatly from her? Why should we care? <O5-5 glances at O5-12.> O5-12: She’s classified as an apex-tier pluripotent entity. O5-9: Why haven’t we heard of her before? O5-5: My staff has been watching her for some time, though we chose to keep it secret. O5-12: After all, it would be much more difficult to convince you all to allow a scip as a member of the Overseers. O5-1: A member? O5-5: That’s right, One. O5-9: You want to give an all powerful being a seat at this table? Are you insane? O5-12: Yes. O5-5: Precisely. O5-9: …To which question? O5-13: Why would we do this? You’ve had risky ideas before, but giving a god full security clearance and a say in all of our major decisions is begging for trouble. O5-3: Your project also hasn’t produced any favorable results, Five. By all means, we can shut your project down right now. O5-12: Do you have a better idea, Three? If we can get her on our side, we could solve countless problems facing us. It’s just a matter of convincing her to help. O5-4: And, if she isn’t convinced? O5-11: We have other methods. O5-1: How do you even intend to convince her, Five and Twelve? O5-12: By doing what we do to every god we mess with. We play on her hubris. O5-5: And, we make a bet with Lady Luck. O5-3: How will you win? O5-12: The same way as always, of course: cheating. <END TRANSCRIPT> ADDENDUM 7771.5: O5 Council Vote [19/05/2005] PROPOSAL: Recruit PoI-777 and instate her in the position of O5-7. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI — VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS PASSED RESULT: Proposal approved. ADDENDUM 7771.6: POI-777 Internal Dossier POI-777 ("Pantelina Tyche"), circa 1902. DESIGNATION: POI-777 NAME: Pantelina Tyche LAST SEEN: 04/06/2005 CONFIRMED ANOMALOUS ABILITIES: Extreme probability manipulation, extrasensory perceptions and awareness.While POI-777 is not omniscient, her abilities still grant her knowledge of events happening wherever she is focused, regardless of distance., Class █ ontokinetic abilities (unconfirmed), Indefinite lifespan.Similar yet distinct from immortality as, while the subject no longer ages, they can still be terminated through other means., at-will creation of retroactive CK-class Restructuring Scenarios (presumed). DESCRIPTION: POI-777 is a humanoid being of Greek descent. Estimated to have been born around 3000 BCE, POI-777 is believed to be the Greek goddess "Tyche", or the being the mythology is based on. POI-777 has seemingly total control over the probability of events, even being able to "will" events into happening. Observations of POI-777 seem to suggest she has influence over events happening universewide, being able to intervene if she so chooses. In essence, POI-777 is capable of nearly anything she desires by simply manipulating the odds of an event happening to be absolutely certain. As such, POI-777 is considered extremely dangerous. [04/06/2005] PARTIES PRESENT: O5-██ POI-777 ("Pantelina Tyche") COMMAND Five Members of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") FOREWORD: Below is the Foundation's first interaction with POI-777. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <O5-██, accompanied by five members of MTF Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand"), arrives at the ████ casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. The six of them are dressed in black suits with concealed weapons.> COMMAND: Roulette tables, high limit area. O5-██: <to COMMAND> Copy. <O5-██ nods to the MTF members who then disperse to other nearby tables to observe O5-██.> <O5-██ arrives at a roulette table. Standing at the table is POI-777, dressed in a floor length purple dress with golden jewelry. She is accompanied by various players. Her winnings total $1.5 million. The croupier places a ball on the wheel.> ACCOMPANYING PLAYER: C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, lucky 22! POI-777: Oh, please, my luck has to run out at some point! Maybe you’ll actually win for once! CROUPIER: 27 red. ACCOMPANYING PLAYER: Fuck! No! POI-777: Oof, I guess not. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table and hands POI-777 $1.75 million in chips.> <The ACCOMPANYING PLAYER places his head in his hands.> ACCOMPANYING PLAYER: Oh god… oh god… POI-777: Hey, cheer up, maybe you’ll hit a hot streak at some point! ACCOMPANYING PLAYER: You’ve been saying that for the past twelve spins! POI-777: Oh, right. Tough break, then. <The ACCOMPANYING PLAYER storms off in frustration. O5-██ then stands at the table next to POI-777. The two share a smile. He trades $100,000 in chips and places $25,000 of it on Red. The croupier spins the wheel.> O5-██: Y’know, some say that people are just born unlucky. POI-777: Hm? O5-██: Or, they believe certain numbers are “lucky.” I don’t quite believe that. POI-777: <pauses> Is that so? CROUPIER: 35 black. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table.> O5-██: Of course. “Luck” doesn’t exist. It’s simply how our feeble human minds deal with mathematical probabilities. I lost my bet not because I was “unlucky,” but because of the slight movements in the dealer’s fingers when he rolls the ball and spins the wheel. Or, the tiny discrepancies in the air temperature around the ball, creating different magnitudes of air resistance. <O5-██ places another $15,000 on 18 red. POI-777 places $25,000 on 2 black. The croupier spins the wheel.> POI-777: Sure, “luck” may only exist in concept, but you really don’t believe that some people or things are more prone to these imperceptible differences? O5-██: The expected probability of landing heads on a coin flip is 50%. Yet, flip a coin 10, 100, a thousand, even a million times, and it won’t be exactly 50/50. Those people just happened to land in the groups of 36 heads or 64 tails. CROUPIER: 2 black. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table and hands POI-777 $875,000 in chips.> O5-██: <chuckles> Like I just did right now. <POI-777 smirks.> O5-██: By chance, those people, those numbers, those superstitions, they prime our brains into making connections. That’s what our brains do best. And, once you realize that luck doesn’t exist at all, and that it’s all about percentages and normal distribution, you get pretty comfortable testing the odds. <O5-██ places $50,000 on 13 black. POI-777 places $500,000 on 7 red. The croupier spins the wheel.> POI-777: It’s not all math, is it, though? O5-██: How so? POI-777: I bet I can convince you. CROUPIER: Double 0. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table.> O5-██: You lost. POI-777: <smiles> That I did. You bet 7 and I’ll bet 13 this time. <O5-██ places his remaining chips ($10,000) on 7 red. POI-777 places $500,000 on 13 black. The croupier spins the wheel.> POI-777: Now watch. <The ball rolls seemingly randomly around the wheel. As the ball slows down, POI-777 makes a gesture with her finger and takes a sip of her drink in front of O5-██. The ball lands in a slot.> CROUPIER: 13 black. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table and hands POI-777 $17.5 million in chips.> O5-██: Coincidence. POI-777: Maybe. But, it sure is damn coincidental I won the one time we switched bets, I made a gesture, and took a sip of my drink. O5-██: You’re not saying–? POI-777: <to the CROUPIER> I’d like to cash out now. CROUPIER: Yes, ma’am. POI-777: <to O5-██> Why don’t we go get a drink? <The croupier hands POI-777 a ticket for her winnings.> POI-777: Thank you. O5-██: I don’t believe I’ve gotten your name? POI-777: It’s Tyche. O5-██: Charmed, I’m [DATA EXPUNGED]. POI-777: A pleasure. O5-██: <gestures> Shall we? <O5-██ and POI-777 proceed to leave the table in the direction of the Casino Bar and Lounge. MTF Alpha-1 follows closely.> POI-777: You see, Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED], “luck” isn’t entirely a man-made concept. A man of science like yourself would see it that way, no doubt. O5-██: Hm. POI-777: Things in this world aren’t always exactly as they seem, [DATA EXPUNGED]. There are… things that cannot be explained. Maybe even special people out there with special powers. The myths of old have to be explained by something. O5-██: I’ll believe it when I see it. Even then, everything can be explained with science. If not, then it’s an unknowable law of the cosmos that us humans must accept we’ll never know. POI-777: That is not the nature of humanity. Humans must know everything. For example, <gestures towards a slot machine> <The player at the slot machine POI-777 gestured towards immediately wins the maximum prize listed on the machine.> POI-777: Or, <gestures again towards a game of craps> <The shooter at the game rolls “snake eyes” which result in defeated groans at the table.> COMMAND: Anomalous abilities confirmed, O5-██. POI-777: Even the fact that– <gestures> <All five members of MTF Alpha-1 simultaneously bump into five separate waiters holding drinks.> POI-777: –I now know where your men are. <After assisting the waiters, MTF Alpha-1 makes their way towards O5-██ and POI-777, procuring their concealed weapons.> O5-██: <to ALPHA-1> Stand down. Do not engage. <MTF Alpha-1 stops.> POI-777: <smiles> Now, Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED], if my memory is correct, you “do not believe in luck”? <O5-██ is silent.> POI-777: Why would a “man of science” like yourself be accompanied by five military trained guards to talk with some random lady at a casino? O5-██: <hesitates> <To ALPHA-1> Disperse. <MTF Alpha-1 disperses through the crowd.> POI-777: That’s what I thought. What is it you want, O5-██? <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Initial contact between O5-██ and POI-777 successful. ADDENDUM 7771.7: Containment Attempts (Cont.) Attempt #113 METHOD: See below. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <O5-██ and POI-777 are seated at a booth in the very back of the Casino Bar and Lounge. O5-██ is drinking a glass of whiskey neat, while POI-777 enjoys a lemon ouzo cocktail. O5-██’s earpiece is placed on the table between the two of them.> POI-777: Certainly kind of you to treat me to a cocktail before whatever interrogation is about to happen. <O5-██ is silent.> POI-777: I know your men are still around. I happened to see them in the reflection of your glasses. O5-██: <hesitates> I represent an organization known as the SCP Fou– POI-777: I know who you are, jailor. Do you think this is the first I’ve heard of your so-called “Foundation”? <O5-██ takes a sip from his drink.> POI-777: Of course you do. I expect nothing less from a man with your ego. O5-██: Then you know what we’re trying to accomplish, yes? POI-777: Of course. You intend to use my powers for your own benefit. O5-██: It’s a bit more complicated than that. POI-777: Then, do tell. O5-██: Like us or hate us, we are the last line of defense against this world’s downfall. If you weren’t aware, the world almost ended a few months ago. POI-777: I knew that. O5-██: Then, why didn’t you use your powers to stop it? It was caused by pure chance, we weren’t at fault for it. POI-777: Because unlike you I do not pervert the natural course of this world with what or how I think things should be. Humans are capable of incredible things, but they fail to realize they are an insignificant speck in the unknowable cosmos you claim to believe in and impose your will on. <POI-777 takes a sip from her cocktail.> POI-777: And, as far as I can tell, there’s only one god at this table. <The two sit in silence.> O5-██: A lot of talk from someone we found manipulating the odds to get rich. POI-777: I hardly believe defrauding a casino is at all equivalent to the modus operandi of your organization. Besides, a goddess gets bored. O5-██: An entire civilization dedicated altars to you, performed rituals in your name, many were devoted to you. They created art, stories, offerings. The mythology they wrote about you is still being told thousands of years later today. You really don’t think that too contributes to an inflated ego? <POI-777 glares at O5-██.> O5-██: Your powers caused you to cease aging. But, you can still die. And, frankly, with a lifespan as long as yours, I bet a bit of luck had to do with keeping you alive. I assure you your luck will run out. <POI-777 is silent for a few moments before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. This goes on for a few minutes, to the annoyance of O5-██.> POI-777: <laughing> Wait, wait, wait! I’m so sorry! My luck? Me? The goddess of fortune? I will run out of luck? <laughing even harder> That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! <POI-777 continues laughing for a few more minutes before finally calming down.> POI-777: C’mon, c’mon, let's get this over with! I have some more games to play. What is it you want? O5-██: If you join our organization, you will have a seat at the council. You will get to make decisions on how to keep this world living, as well as many unimaginable benefits. POI-777: Sorry, not interested. O5-██: We can ensure your continued existence. POI-777: No matter how effective of an organization like yours is, this universe will come to an end eventually. Even if you last until then, if there is nothing left for you, there is nothing left for me. O5-██: Please– <POI-777 begins to stand up.> POI-777: Thank you for the drink, but I have to get going now. O5-██: <sighs> Then, you leave me no choice. POI-777: Hm? O5-██: A boon. <POI-777 sits back down.> O5-██: I want a boon. POI-777: “Win by persuasion, not by force.” O5-██: And, did that go so well? <POI-777 is silent.> O5-██: A bet. I want to make a bet. POI-777: Ha! Your funeral! <O5-██ is silent.> POI-777: Oh, you’re serious? Okay. What kind of bet? O5-██: A game– POI-777: There are plenty around us. What will it be? Roulette? Blackjack? Craps? <O5-██ produces a Smith & Wesson revolver from his jacket pocket, just far enough for POI-777 to see.> O5-██: Russian roulette. <POI-777 appears shocked and dumbfounded.> O5-██: Don’t worry. You’re not playing. <O5-██ loads one bullet and hands the gun to POI-777.> O5-██: You can check that the gun is indeed loaded. <POI-777 examines the chamber and hands the gun back.> POI-777: That it is. O5-██: The rules of the bet are simple. After every trigger pull against my head, I will load in another bullet and spin the chamber. You are free to manipulate the odds as you see fit. If I survive until the end, you have to join the council and help us. If I don’t, well… you know. The game ends when the gun goes off. POI-777: You’re mad. O5-██: Maybe. <O5-██ offers his hand for a handshake.> O5-██: Do we have a deal? <POI-777 hesitates before shaking O5-██’s hand.>.MTF Alpha-1 reported the local Hume level suddenly rising by ~20 Hm at this moment before dissipating to normal. POI-777: Deal. <O5-██ spins the chamber and pulls back the hammer. O5-██ puts the barrel of the gun to his head and hesitates for a few moments.> O5-██: Here goes. <O5-██ pulls the trigger. The gun does not fire. O5-██ breathes a sigh of relief.> POI-777: I was going easy on you. <O5-██ loads another bullet and hands the gun to POI-777, who examines it and hands it back. O5-██ spins the chamber and pulls back the hammer. He puts the barrel to his head and pulls the trigger. The gun does not fire.> POI-777: <winces> Oh my god, oh my god. O5-██: Getting pretty lucky, huh? <O5-██ loads another bullet and hands the gun to POI-777, who examines it and hands it back. O5-██ spins the chamber and pulls back the hammer. He puts the barrel to his head and pulls the trigger. The gun fires.> POI-777: <stands up and screams> Πουτάνας γιος!.Translated: "Son of a bitch!" <The bullet exits O5-██’s skull and lands in the wall to his side. He collapses onto the table, blood pooling from the entrance and exit wound. Visible burns are seen around the entrance wound while skull fragments and brain matter dots the wall to his side.> <MTF Alpha-1 and various casino security personnel arrive quickly at POI-777’s location. Most patrons have fled the scene, but some are gathered around.> CASINO SECURITY: What the hell happened?! POI-777: <upset> I-I don’t know! We were just talking and suddenly he put a gun to his head! CASINO SECURITY: Someone call 911! Stay there, you’re not going anywhere. POI-777: Wh– but I didn’t do anything! CASINO SECURITY: I SAID STAY THERE! <O5-██’s finger twitches as he lets out a raspy groan.> CASINO SECURITY: This guy’s still alive! <The security guard runs to O5-██’s side and helps him.> CASINO SECURITY: Hey! Are you okay? What’s your name? O5-██: <raspily> <to POI-777> I… won… CASINO SECURITY: What? POI-777: Th-that’s not possible! The game’s over, no, no, you lost! <Two members of Alpha-1 walk up to the scene and push the security guard out of the way.> CASINO SECURITY: Hey! What the fuck, man! <Alpha-1 picks up O5-██ by the shoulders. O5-██ is able to bring his head up to face POI-777. Blood drains from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.> O5-██: <raspily> They told… me… they were fake… POI-777: I knew that! I-I willed— O5-██: <smiles weakly> I… survived… <gurgles> didn’t I…? <POI-777 stares blankly.> POI-777: <screaming> Oh, you bastard! Μαλάκας!.Translated: "Asshole!" <Alpha-1 starts dragging O5-██ out of the casino.> O5-██: <raspily> We’ll… be in… contact… see you… soon… Jailor… <All members of Alpha-1 don gas masks. A mask is placed on O5-██ and POI-777 is offered one, too. She puts it on. POI-777 glares at O5-██ as they leave.> <Class A amnestics and sedatives in gaseous form are disseminated through the casino vents. Panic ensues as patrons attempt and fail to flee due to the doors being locked. All within the building succumb to its effects. Alpha-1 and O5-██ exit the casino as MTF Alpha-45 (“Janitors”) arrives.> <END TRANSCRIPT> RESULT: O5-7 was found by MTF Alpha-45 outside the casino. She was given an earpiece connected to Foundation secure frequencies and told to await further instructions. O5-██ was treated with SCP-███ for his injuries. ADDENDUM 7771.8: O5-7's First Meeting 08/06/2005 PARTIES PRESENT: Overseer Council FOREWORD: The Overseer Council’s first meeting with the newly appointed O5-7. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <Eleven of the council members are seated in Site-01’s main meeting room. O5-██’s head has been wrapped in bandages.> O5-1: Where are Five and Seven? O5-12: Be patient, One, they’ll be arriving shortly. O5-1: <frustrated> Well, you and Five’s little experiment isn’t boding much confidence in me. We took a huge risk with her, and it better pay off. O5-12: I assure you it will. <The doors to the room open, revealing O5-5 and -7.> O5-5: My apologies, everyone. Seven had a bit of trouble finding the entrance. <O5-7 is dressed in an off-white business suit with a purple tie. She wears golden earrings and hair pieces, with her hair pulled into a bun. She is visibly disgruntled and has her arms crossed. The two walk towards the table.> O5-12: <stands up> Ah, O5-7! Five has told us a lot about you, I am O5-12. <O5-12 offers to shake hands with -7, but she refuses.> O5-12: Right… This is One and Two. <gestures> <O5-2 nods while -1 does not.> O5-12: This is Three and Four. <gestures> O5-3: Hello. <O5-4 raises their hand. O5-7 does not acknowledge their greetings.> O5-12: This is Six, Eight, and Nine. <gestures> O5-6: You have big shoes to fill, hun. O5-8: And, you may be a few sizes too small. <O5-9 gives a simple wave.> O5-12: Lastly, this is Ten, Eleven, and Thirteen. <gestures> <O5-10 does not look up from her documents. O5-11 shares a smile. O5-13 glares at O5-7.> O5-12: Welcome to the council! O5-7: Charmed. O5-5: Please, have a seat. <O5-7 sits between O5-6 and -8. A moment of awkward silence is shared by the council.> O5-12: <coughs> Right, so Seven has been brought onto the council to assist us in protecting the Foundation from harm. O5-7: “Brought on?” You mean “tricked,” right? O5-12: Excuse me? <All council members turn to look at O5-7.> O5-7: I’m only here because of the boon I’m forced to give O5-██. You can’t say I’m here willingly. O5-1: With all due respect, Seven, a few of us voted against your appointment to the council.. For some of us, this isn’t willing either. <O5-7 sneers at -1.> O5-13: By all means, you are free to leave. Though we can’t say the alternative will be very pleasant. O5-9: Oh, please, Thirteen, give the poor girl a break. O5-13: I’m just saying! Would you like to break that boon, Seven? O5-7: <hesitates> No… O5-13: Good. O5-1: Ahem, if you two are done, I would like to remind you we have extremely important business to attend to. Personal matters can wait. Eleven? O5-11: <clears throat> The Amnestics Production committee says we’re running low on Class E. Even though they’re used significantly less than Class A or even C, SCP-███ has not been able to keep up with the demand for production since Incident █-███. O5-7: Why is that my concern? O5-5: It’s the job of the council to see to all of the major problems the Foundation faces, not just ones that interest us. As you were saying, Eleven? O5-11: We can attempt to ramp up production of Y-909, which will require additional D-Class and more frequent executions of the Atzak protocol. [DATA OMITTED FOR BREVITY] <O5-7 is silent for the majority of the meeting as the other Overseers discuss among themselves. She fidgets with her hair, until coming to an abrupt stop.> O5-6: The U.S. Senate is liable to approve legislation that would restrict our ability to operate undercover within D.C. Suggestions? O5-3: This year’s midt– O5-7: <interrupting> I could rig the odds to make sure it gets voted down no matter what. Bipartisanly, if needed. O5-6: …Three? O5-3: That… would be theoretically possible, but it would be a little suspicious if too many Republicans vote against it. I’ll have my Oversight Committee look into it. <O5-12 elbows -13.> O5-1: Thank you, Seven. <O5-5 and -7 share a smile.> [DATA OMITTED FOR BREVITY] <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: O5-7 integrated efficiently with Foundation command structure and began proactively working with the Council to solve problems. Project Loaded Dice is deemed a success by O5-██, -██, -██, -██, -██, and -██. ADDENDUM 7771.9: Actions Taken By O5-7 [17/06/2005] PROPOSER: O5-7 PROPOSAL: Improve overall D-class living conditions, including 30 minutes of additional recreational time per day, access to drug rehabilitation at all Sites housing a permanent D-class population, and expanding access to approved means of entertainment for all D-class with "Good" behavior or better. Objective is to improve D-class morale and cooperation, reducing likelihood of riots and mutinies. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS PASSED RESULT: Measure approved. Changes set to be implemented beginning 07/18/2005. [19/06/2005] PROPOSER: Dr. Ramone García, Project Loaded Dice Research Director PROPOSAL: Use SCP-181's.A human possessing great personal luck but passively increasing the probability of disaster around him. anomalous abilities to fund Foundation projects. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS DENIED RESULT: SCP-181 shall remain in containment. Date: 15/07/2005 To: Oversight Committee for O5-7 From: O5-7 Subject: re: Cross-Testing Inform researchers that cross-testing will be significantly less restricted under my watch. So long as a proposal appears on my desk, I'll probably approve it. [01/08/2005] PROPOSER: O5-9 PROPOSAL: Increase overall security budget by 15%, providing additional staff to onsite security teams, investing in upgraded internal surveillance cameras, and increasing mandatory training for security personnel by 30 hours. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS DENIED RESULT: Security budget remains at level set in overall budget approved on 23/03/2005. Date: 19/08/2005 To: Oversight Committee for O5-7 From: O5-7 Subject: re: re: re: re: Humanoid Anomalies at Site-██ If they're uncooperative, then you have to get them to trust us, and if not that, get them to not hate us. You can be a little more leisurely in your approval of personal items, for the humanoid anomalies at least. The Foundation may be a prison, but we can't have it feel that way for the anomalies. Date: 22/11/2005 To: Oversight Committee for O5-7 From: O5-7 Subject: Pay Raises Site-██ Unfortunately, due to the budget constraints brought on by several approved projects, the 2% pay raise for Level 3 and greater personnel will not be coming. We will communicate with you of any changes as soon as possible. Enjoy the holidays, O5-7 A FULL LOG OF ACTIONS TAKEN BY O5-7 IS AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST ADDENDUM 7771.10: Joint Memorandum to the Overseer Council Foundation Internal Memo Date: 16/12/2005 To: O5-1, O5-2, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-6, O5-8, O5-9, O5-10, O5-11, O5-12, O5-13 From: Containment Committee, Department of Health and Security, Department of Internal Affairs, Department of Logistics and Asset Management Subject: Official Complaint Regarding O5-7 NOTICE: This memorandum has been sent through reality stabilizing means. This is a memorandum to the Overseer Council written jointly by the Heads of the Containment Committee, Department of Health and Security, Department of Internal Affairs, and the Department of Logistics and Asset Management. We are raising our concern over the appointment of O5-7 on 04/06/2005. In the time since her appointment six months ago, we have noticed an unusual and alarming rise in the number of incidents the Foundation has experienced. Below are some of the statistics our various departments have reported: 65% increase in the number of successful D-Class escapes, 27% increase in the number of incidents involving anomalies in containment, 5.3% decrease in site efficiency, █ Euclid/Keter class anomalies breaching containment since appointment,.Most of which were approved for cross-testing by O5-7 or per O5-7's precedent. Neutralization of █ probability-affecting anomalies. ██ personnel injuries higher than average, No change in personnel’s adherence to protocol. Additionally, the destruction of Research Area-██, resulting in ██ personnel being terminated, is still fresh in our minds. An investigation into the incident found the cause to be a shipment of bad concrete which went unnoticed for █ years. This is an extremely rare occurrence for an organization as thorough as ours. A majority, if not all, of the incidents were caused by random chance or “bad luck.” While we do not have any direct evidence, we suspect that the Foundation’s recently poor performance is due to sabotage on O5-7’s part. The correlation between her appointment and the start of these incidents is just too blatant to be written off as coincidence. As such, we are urgently calling for her removal from the council as her current position is a detriment to the Foundation. We hope you take our concerns seriously. Sophie Gray Chairwoman of the Containment Committee Illya Vitalijovych Pavlov Head of the Department of Health and Security Jewel Jayde Morales Head of the Department of Internal Affairs Noe Young-Soo Head of Logistics and Foundation Asset Management for Site-19 ADDENDUM 7771.11: Overseer Conference on 17/12/2005 [17/12/2005] PARTIES PRESENT: Overseer Council (sans O5-7) FOREWORD: In response to the official complaint from four department heads regarding effects on Foundation activities possibly caused by O5-7, an emergency session of the O5 Council sans O5-7 was called to discuss potential courses of action. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <Twelve of the council members are seated in Site-01’s main meeting room.> O5-1: I’m sure you have all seen the memo sent to us by multiple department heads. O5-5: This is ridiculous. O5-12: I have to agree with Five. O5-13: Of course you would! It was you two that got us in this mess. O5-2: And, now you want us to stay in it? O5-12: Seven is not a problem. O5-2: You saw the statistics, right, Twelve? O5-12: I did. O5-2: And, you have nothing to say for it? O5-12: They have no evidence. As far as we can tell, it could’ve been caused by the previous O5-7’s death or even GOI sabotage. O5-3: …That is unfortunately true. O5-13: Unbelievable, Three! O5-3: I’m forced to see things as they are, Thirteen. O5-2: The statistics–! O5-5: Are unsubstantiated and frankly ambiguous. They cannot directly connect O5-7 to these statistics, and one new Overseer out of thirteen cannot cause this much damage to an organization that has existed for over a century. O5-13: She’s not a normal Overseer. O5-3: Says the anomaly. <O5-13 glares at -3.> O5-5: Removing an Overseer is an extremely drastic move, and we have all made decisions that angered the others before. O5-13: Such as this project. O5-5: <sternly> However, Seven has only been on the council for six months. She could very well be leaving this rough patch. O5-10: Do you trust that? O5-12: Never judge a book by its cover, Ten. Out of everyone I thought you would know this. <O5-10 scoffs.> O5-1: Enough! If I am correct, everyone is confident in their opinion of O5-7? <The O5s are silent.> O5-1: Exactly, no further deliberation is needed. Honestly, this infighting gets aggravating, and I like us to remember that we make the decisions, not the department heads. As such, O5-7’s removal from this council will be put to a vote. All in favor? O5-1, -2, -4, -9, -13: Yea. O5-1: All opposed? O5-3, -5, -6, -8-, 11-, -12: Nay. O5-1: O5-10 abstains. The measure fails. O5-7 will remain on the council. O5-13: Fools, all of you. Fools, playing into her hands! O5-12: We are not removing an Overseer based on a hunch, Thirteen. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: O5-7 will remain in her current position. ADDENDUM 7771.12: Ethics Committee Correspondence Date: 17/12/2005 To: Ethics Committee Chairman Odongo Tejani From: O5-13 Subject: URGENT NOTICE: This memorandum has been sent through reality stabilizing means. Attachments: scp-7771.scip.net poi-777.doc o5-council-19-5-2005.vote 16-12-2005-departments-memo.txt o5-council-17-12-2005.vote Date: 17/12/2005 To: O5-13 From: Ethics Committee Chairman Odongo Tejani Subject: re: URGENT NOTICE: This memorandum has been sent through reality stabilizing means. O5-13, The documents you have shared with me are extremely concerning and have been forwarded to the rest of the Ethics Committee. As a consequence of O5-7's active and indisputable sabotage, her continued presence on the council will be put to a vote by this committee. However, while I thank you for the notice, the council's actions as a whole in this project will also be examined closely. Odongo Tejani Date: 19/12/2005 To: O5-13 From: Ethics Committee Chairman Odongo Tejani Subject: re: re: URGENT NOTICE: This memorandum has been sent through reality stabilizing means. The Ethics Committee has decided in favor of removing O5-7 from her current position. Effective immediately, activities of Project Loaded Dice are to be discontinued until further notice. Odongo Tejani ADDENDUM 7771.13: Task Force Incursion TASK FORCE REPORT (ONGOING) Date: 21/12/2005 Site: RA-8, 01, 06-3, 17, 19 MTF(s) Involved: Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"); Omega-1 ("Law's Left Hand"), Fireteam ALPHA and BETA; Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heels"); Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") Personnel Involved: O5-7 Ordering Body: Overseer Council, Ethics Committee Planned Action(s): Forcefully discontinue Project Loaded Dice Terminate O5-7 Revive and reinstate the previous O5-7 At 8:11 AM, MTF Omega-1 (“Law’s Left Hand”) Fireteam BETA enters Research Area-8, encountering no resistance. All personnel are accounted for and sent to Site-██ for reassignment and amnesticization. Fireteam BETA secures all physical project materials, documents, and anomalies for extraction. At 11:00 AM, all present Overseers save for O5-1, -7, and -13 discreetly exit Site-01 with MTF Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand”) escort, while O5-1 and -13 enter the secure bunker and seal it behind them. O5-7 is not notified of either event. At 11:07 AM, an unannounced sitewide lockdown is initiated. At 11:12 AM, MTF Omega-1 Fireteam ALPHA and MTF Omega-12 (“Achilles’ Heels”) enter Site-01 with orders to intercept and terminate O5-7.Onsite Kant counters reported the local Hume level suddenly rising by ~20 Hm at this moment before dissipating to normal.. Onsite elements of MTF Alpha-1 are ordered to protect the bunker exclusively and to not engage with other personnel. At this time, O5-7 remains in her office, not notified of the lockdown or arrival of Mobile Task Forces. At 11:18 AM, MTF Omega-1 secures the camera control room. One member of Omega-1 is injured by a falling ceiling tile. No cause apparent. MTF Omega-1 reports seven additional injuries resulting from accidents and improbable occurrences, such as falling bricks, broken bones from slipping, and others. Zero recorded fatalities. At 11:23 AM, simultaneous containment breaches are reported at Sites-06-3, -17, and -19. MTF Epsilon-11 (“Nine-Tailed Fox”) is mobilized to respond to these breaches. Presumed related to ongoing action at Site-01. By order of O5-2 and -9, half of onsite MTF Omega-12 personnel are reassigned to guard the Overseers from potential ontokinetic attack. Fireteam ALPHA and remaining MTF Omega-12 personnel continue into Site-01. Fireteam ALPHA and MTF Omega-12, now ███ feet from O5-7’s location, approach the hallway containing the Overseer’s office. As they round the corner, all members of MTF Omega-12 simultaneously complain of dizziness, nausea, and severe headaches. All members collapse within minutes, with Fireteam ALPHA unable to revive them. Medical team dispatched to their location. Fireteam ALPHA is ordered to continue into the site by COMMAND, with assistance affirmed by several nearby Mobile Task Forces. At 11:28 AM, Fireteam ALPHA assembles outside of O5-7’s office, who remains typing at a terminal. At this time, Site-01 experiences an electrical blackout, with backup generators failing to power more than the Site’s terminals and database. Fireteam ALPHA don night vision goggles and attempt to shoot O5-7 through the wall, but all provided weapons malfunction. As Fireteam ALPHA troubleshoots their weapons, several negligent discharges occur which strike other personnel. Only one member is left unharmed. O5-7 is unharmed. Full power is restored to the facility, which temporarily blinds the single member of Fireteam ALPHA. As they recover, the single member of Fireteam ALPHA enters the office to terminate O5-7. 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SCP-7772 | euclid | SCP-7772, Version 1.0 SCP-7772, Version 3.0 MESSAGE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is outdated, and does not fully reflect the Foundation's knowledge on the object. Please be advised some information is inaccurate or false. For an updated and accurate file, please see "SCP-7772, Version 3.0". Item #: SCP-7772 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7772 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber. SCP-7772 is prohibited from obtaining or viewing any material depicting deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers unless authorized for testing purposes. Should a test require SCP-7772's anomalous effects to occur, it is to be within a heat-resistant and blast-resistant testing chamber, capable of withstanding beyond the highest temperature SCP-7772 has been recorded to reach. Should SCP-7772's anomalous effects occur inadvertently and result in a containment breach, SCP-7772 is to be allowed to destroy the Mr. Rogers-related material which triggered its anomalous effects until its anomalous effects cease. Should they persist after the material is destroyed, on-site security personnel equipped with heat-resistant gear are to attempt to restrain and sedate SCP-7772. SCP-7772 will then be monitored for any residual anomalous effects. Description: SCP-7772 is a 32-year-old female human, standing 163 cm tall and weighing 61kg. Prior to SCP-7772’s containment, it was a local news reporter for 10 years. Aside from when its anomalous effects occur, it is physically identical to a standard, non-anomalous human. SCP-7772's anomalous effects occur when exposed to any material1 that depicts the deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers. Upon viewing, SCP-7772's body temperature raises to approximately 1500 degrees Celsius, and gains increased physical strength and durability. SCP-7772's emotional state alters into a single-minded rage towards the material, and will not cease until the material is destroyed. Upon the destruction of the material which triggered SCP-7772's anomalous effects, SCP-7772 will, over the course of several minutes, return to its non-anomalous form. It will retain memories of its anomalous effect occurring, and does not show any signs of harm or damage. Addendum 7772-01 Below is an interview with SCP-7772 conducted by Head Researcher Jackson, in an attempt to discern a reason behind SCP-7772's anomalous abilities. <Begin Log> Researcher Jackson sits down across from SCP-7772, who is restrained by its ankles. He sets down a collection of documents, a clipboard, and a pen. Researcher Jackson: If you could please state your legal name for the record, SCP-7772? SCP-7772: Samantha Blevvins. Researcher Jackson: Thank you. Now, according to our records, your anomalous effects occur… Researcher Jackson opens a file and begins to skim through it. Researcher Jackson: Ah, am I reading this right? SCP-7772: Why are you asking me? I can't read it from here. Researcher Jackson rolls his eyes. SCP-7772 chuckles. Researcher Jackson: If this is correct, you are capable of achieving superhuman feats when exposed to… material involving Mr. Rogers? SCP-7772: That's right! Good job, I had a feeling you could read! Researcher Jackson sighs and looks down at the table. Researcher Jackson: [Quietly] Okay… Researcher Jackson looks back up to face SCP-7772. Researcher Jackson: Do you have any recollection of when this first started? SCP-7772: My powers or my hatred of that loser in a sweater? Researcher Jackson: Your powers, please. SCP-7772: Well, I always kinda felt like I could kill him if given the chance, you know? If I ever saw the guy, that I'd be able to just… SCP-7772 punches the air. SCP-7772: Wham! You know? He'd fall down like a sack of bricks, and then I'd beat up the bricks until they were nothing but a pile of blood and gore. Researcher Jackson: Right, but when did you first notice your a- SCP-7772: I'm getting to it, don't you worry. Researcher Jackson: Ah- hm. SCP-7772: What? Got something you wanna say? I'm not thin-skinned, come on! Researcher Jackson: I'd rather not get into this during an interrogation. It's clear to me that you're not enjoying this process. Trust me, I would also like to finish this as soon as possible for my own sake. SCP-7772: Wow, what a blow to my ego. Researcher Jackson: I'm not here to console you, I'm here to figure out what is going on so we can work on regulating your anomaly properly. SCP-7772: Don't show me any pictures of Mr. Rogers. Boom, done. Where's my Nobel Prize? Researcher Jackson audibly sighs once again. SCP-7772: Ooooh, hitting me with the parental sigh of disappointment. That'll teach me, huh? Researcher Jackson: I believe it would benefit us both to cut the snide comments and to instead just answer the questions as quickly and straightforward as possible. That way, we won't have to be in each other's presence anymore. SCP-7772: What, you think I'm not having fun? Researcher Jackson: Is there another reason why you're purposefully dragging this out longer than it should be? SCP-7772 briefly shrugs. SCP-7772: Suppose I just like making things interesting. It was my job, after all. Taking something plain and making it a spectacle. Like you for example. SCP-7772 smirks. Researcher Jackson grimaces. Researcher Jackson: Is this how you spoke to your subjects while you were interviewing them? SCP-7772: No. They actually had something worthwhile that I wanted to listen to. You're so boring that I've literally started counting the wrinkles on your face. Researcher Jackson: Then answering my questions will be a reprieve from your boredom, no? Surely that's a good reason to stop goofing around? SCP-7772 chuckles. SCP-7772: Fine, fine. You wanted to know when my powers first started showing up, yeah? Researcher Jackson sighs in relief. Researcher Jackson: Yes. Thank you. SCP-7772: Well, as far as I can remember, it was during an interview at that one children's center. You know, that one with the Mr. Rogers statue in front of it? Or… SCP-7772 snorts. SCP-7772: I guess had the Mr. Rogers statue now. Researcher Jackson: Do you remember anything that happened that day that caused your abilities? Any sort of trigger? SCP-7772: Trigger? Well, I guess that was just the first time I'd seen anything up close that looked like that sweater-wearing dweeb. The moment I saw him, I got enough power to kill him. Researcher Jackson: You know that wasn't the real Mr. Rogers, right? He died several years ago. SCP-7772: Psh, of course I do! I guess that was just the next closest thing, you know? I saw Mr. Rogers, I thought 'Huh, I should punch that until it's a smear on the ground', and so I did. Researcher Jackson: So you explanation of your powers are… they just happened? SCP-7772 crosses its arms. SCP-7772: If you want to call years upon years of hatred building up to my one big moment just happening, sure, that's a good description. Edgy kids want to kill Barney the Dinosaur, or Justin Bieber, or whatever. They just haven't had the opportunity to do so. I got my opportunity. Researcher Jackson: That's… that's not at all how this works. SCP-7772: You got a better explanation? Personally, I'm sticking with my 'the power was inside you all along' theory until you bring up some science-y whatever that'll change my mind. Researcher Jackson puts his head in his hands. Researcher Jackson: Sure. That sounds like a great idea. SCP-7772: Everything okay, pal? You seem kind of out of it now. It's okay, a bruised ego scars over the more people beat you down. The more you talk to me, the more we can work together to get that stick out of your ass! Researcher Jackson looks up to SCP-7772. Researcher Jackson: I would sooner eat my clipboard than reduce myself to talk to you any further. I've been a loyal, reliable researcher for this organization for fifty years, and now I'm stuck dealing with the dregs. SCP-7772: Seems like a you problem if you've sunk this low. Researcher Jackson raises his hand in a fist, then opens his mouth as if to speak. He then relaxes and exhales loudly. Researcher Jackson: Terminate the interview. We're done here. Guards, take SCP-7772 back to its cell. SCP-7772: See you next time, doc! <End Log> Addendum 7772-02 On February 27th, 2020, SCP-7772 was requested by the Department of Humanoid Containment to be transferred to Site-19's Department of Other. Below is a copy of the memo sent to Dr. Gerald, Head of the Department of Other, as well as his reply. Anomaly Custody Transfer Request From the Desk of Charlotte Constanza, Humanoid Containment Anomaly In Question: SCP-7772 Reason For Request: Due to the workload the Department of Humanoid Containment is given, considering the sheer amount of humanoid anomalies the Foundation contains, the O5 Council has given approval to transfer some of our less important anomalies onto you, including SCP-7772. We are aware that the Department of Other is in need of more things to do these days, and so consider this a sign of good will from us. Furthermore, Head Researcher Jackson called working with the anomaly "demeaning of his station", citing several disputes between himself and SCP-7772, as well as deeming the actual process of testing the anomaly too absurd. Several of his co-workers have also cited his attitude has worsened towards them as well since his induction on the project. We know that the Department of Other does well as far as absurdity goes, so hopefully that won't be a problem for you. Regards, Dr. Constanza. Anomaly Custody Transfer Response From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Request Response: Accepted. Terms: SCP-7772 is to be transferred to the Department of Other on March 12th, 2020. Until its total integration within the Department of Other, the Department of Humanoid Containment will offer guidance regarding its containment and testing protocols to ensure the safety of SCP-7772’s new Head Researchers. Furthermore, SCP-7772 is to be renamed SCP-3:33-J in all official documentation. The Department of Other appreciates the Department of Humanoid Containment's act of kindness, and assures them that they will take good care of the anomaly as long as it is under their custody. Note: I will say, I do find it a little ridiculous that a researcher would stake their career on an anomaly like this. Any number of our researchers would be more than happy to take care of SCP-7772, and honestly, it may be better for the anomaly to not be under the care of a curmudgeon like Researcher Jackson as well. Item #: SCP-3:33-J SCP-7772 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7772 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber. SCP-7772 is prohibited from obtaining or viewing any material depicting deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers unless authorized for testing purposes. to be shown material which depicts deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers at least once every day. Should a test require SCP-7772’s anomalous effects to occur, it is to be within a heat-resistant and blast-resistant testing chamber, capable of withstanding beyond the highest temperature SCP-7772 has been recorded to reach. Due to the perceived nature of SCP-7772's anomalous effects, testing is prohibited until further notice. Should SCP-7772's anomalous effects occur inadvertently and result in a containment breach, SCP-7772 is to be allowed to destroy the Mr. Rogers-related material which triggered its anomalous effects until its anomalous effects cease. Should they persist after the material is destroyed, on-site security personnel equipped with heat-resistant gear are to attempt to restrain and sedate SCP-7772. properly-equipped on-site security personnel are to assess the situation and determine whether SCP-7772 is to be allowed to destroy the material which triggered its anomalous effects, and either attempt to detain it before or after its destruction depending on the assessment. SCP-7772 will then be monitored for any residual anomalous effects. Description: SCP-7772 is a 32-year-old female human, standing 163 cm tall and weighing 61kg. Prior to SCP-7772’s anomalous effects occurring, it is physically identical to a standard, non-anomalous human. SCP-7772’s anomalous effects occur when exposed to any material that depicts the deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers. Upon viewing, SCP-7772's body temperature raises to approximately 1500 degrees Celsius, and gains increased physical strength and durability. SCP-7772’s emotional state alters into a single-minded rage towards the material, and will not cease until the material is destroyed. Upon the destruction of the material which triggered SCP-7772’s anomalous effects, SCP-7772 will, over the course of several minutes, return to its non-anomalous form. It will retain memories of its anomalous effect occurring, and does not show any signs of harm or damage. SCP-7772's secondary anomalous effects occur when it has not been exposed to any material depicting Mr. Rogers within a certain undetermined time period. SCP-7772 is capable of manipulating the realistic probability of naturally being exposed to material related to Mr. Rogers, even in situations where no such material is presently available. Addendum 7772-01, First Recorded Probability Incidents: Below is a series of reports describing the first recorded instances of SCP-7772's secondary anomalous effects occurring while under the care of the Department of Other. Incident 3:33-J-01 Date: April 2nd, 2020 Events: On April 2nd, 2020, SCP-3:33-J was seen asleep in her containment chambers. At approximately 3:00 AM, SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated, resulting in the destruction of her bed and nearby wall. She awoke and continued to cause mild destruction with no apparent target. Eventually, SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects ceased, and she returned to bed. In a later interview, it was determined that she had a dream featuring Mr. Rogers that night. Notes: The fact that it triggers on her dreams is definitely difficult, but it at least explains why the folks upstairs didn't just dose her with sleeping medication and keep her on an IV drip. Definitely makes our lives harder, but we've handled much worse. - Researcher Franz Irving Incident 3:33-J-02 Date: April 30th, 2020 Events: On April 30th, 2020, SCP-3:33-J was alone in its containment chamber. Due to good behavior, it was granted a cable television with limited channel selection. At approximately 4:15 PM, a commercial played advertising the Blu-Ray edition of the 2019 movie, "A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood". In the advertisement, footage of the show "Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood" was briefly played, which was sufficient to activate SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects, resulting in the destruction of the television and the wall behind it. Notes: In hindsight, giving her access to cable was not the brightest idea. As she's otherwise been on good behavior, she's kept the television, but now has access to a limited selection of streaming channels that were screened to ensure Mr. Rogers does not appear in any form on all of them. - Researcher Franz Irving Incident 3:33-J-03 Date: May 15th, 2020 Events: On May 15th, 2020, a social event in the Department of Other's break room was scheduled for certain anomalies who have demonstrated good behavior to attend. SCP-3:33-J was in attendance. Operative 7, who had been taking selfies with a number of other anomalies, inadvertently showed SCP-3:33-J its lock screen, which featured Operative 7, shirtless, standing triumphantly over a large, reptilian beast in a destroyed cityscape. SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated, destroying Operative 7's phone. Fortunately, Operative 7 was able to temporarily restrain SCP-3:33-J and allow the other anomalies to escape mostly unharmed. Upon examination of the image that Operative 7 used on its phone, it was discovered that there was a ruined newspaper in the foreground that featured a headshot of Mr. Rogers. Notes: Of course I'm not upset at her. Fledgling warriors with powers like hers need to be channeled properly. I'd offer to train her to utilize her powers for good if I am allowed. - Operative 7 Incident 3:33-J-04 Date: June 12th, 2020 Events: On June 12th, 2020, a standard test with SCP-4237-J went hursky. SCP-4237-J plorksed, which firnted the third brumvle of the churgling. The resulting destruction caused a mass containment breach in the Department of Other, setting several anomalies loose. At the time, SCP-3:33-J was in its containment chamber. At 5:16 PM, the southern wall of SCP-3:33-J's containment chamber collapsed, and SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated. After several days of examination to determine what activated SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects, it was determined that the rubble of SCP-3:33-J's new containment chamber fell in such a way that, from the perspective SCP-3:33-J was standing, it formed an exact replica of Mr. Rogers' face. Note: We may have a few anomalies that breach containment regularly, but this is ridiculous. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three times is a pattern. Especially when the third time is something like THIS. - Researcher Franz Irving Following the previous incident, Researcher Franz Irving brought SCP-7772 in for an interview. <Begin Log> Researcher Irving is presently seated in the interrogation chamber. SCP-7772 is brought in, escorted by a guard. SCP-7772: Heya! What's going on, need me to tell another life story? Researcher Irving: At this point I'm sure you should know why we need to talk, Samantha. We have a problem, and we're hoping you can help us figure whether you're the cause, or simply the center of it. SCP-7772 sits down. SCP-7772: What do you mean? Is this about the party? You know I didn't mean that, I was just caught off guard, you know? Researcher Irving pushes up his glasses. Researcher Irving: To an extent, yes, it is about the party. It is also about the broken television and the incident with the security breach. SCP-7772: I thought you said it wasn't my fault for that stuff? Like, it was all a freak coincidence? Researcher Irving: I did. And it was. But you've had a lot of freak coincidences happen recently. On a daily basis, the odds that someone is accidentally exposed to Mr. Rogers is rare, and yet you've had it happen three times since you've been in our care. There's no sign of any direct tampering on our end, so… Researcher Irving crosses his legs. Researcher Irving: Either you're willingly hiding something from us, or something is happening to you that you're unaware of. SCP-7772: What? Researcher Irving: As far as you know, what powers do you have? SCP-7772 scratches its head. SCP-7772: Um… I can punch really hard and explode things around me whenever I see Mr. Rogers. Fuck me if I'm wrong about that, but as far as I can tell that's what I have. Researcher Irving: There's nothing you're hiding from us? No… reality bending? Probability-altering? Anything? SCP-7772: I've got no reason to lie considering the situation I'm in. You think I've got something like that going on, too? SCP-7772 smiles eagerly. Researcher Irving: You could, but don't seem so happy about it. If this is something that you genuinely can't control, then it makes it harder for us to control it, too. We'll have to place some firmer restrictions on you for now, unfortunately. SCP-7772 frowns. SCP-7772: Damn, guessing I lost my TV privileges, huh? Researcher Irving: You can keep the TV for now. SCP-7772: Nice. <End Log> Addendum 7772-02, Incidents Involving Personnel: During SCP-7772's increased surveillance, several other incidents occurred involving its anomaly inadvertently activating. Below are two cases of incidents occurring where Foundation Personnel were the targets. Incident 3:33-J-12 Date: November 8th, 2020 Events: On November 8th, 2020, SCP-3:33-J was being brought back to its cell from lunch, only for its anomalous effects to activate, targeting Researcher Parkland and her office computer. While in recovery, Researcher Parkland had admitted to watching a link to a video featuring a fictional rap battle between Mr. Rogers and actor Mr. T. While Researcher Parkland's screen was not visible from the hallway, it is theorized that SCP-3:33-J saw the image reflected in Researcher Parkland's glasses, hence why she was targeted as well as her computer. Incident 3:33-J-13 Date: November 10th, 2020 Events: On November 10th, 2020, Researcher Hewitt was asked to perform an interview with SCP-3:33-J regarding the incident that took place two days prior. As Researcher Hewitt entered the interrogation chamber, SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated, directed towards Researcher Hewitt. Researcher Hewitt sustained major injuries, but SCP-3:33-J was subdued and re-contained before Researcher Hewitt could perish. In a later interview, it was discovered that Researcher Hewitt had apparently dressed up as Mr. Rogers for Halloween when he was 12 years old. Below is an interview performed by Researcher Irving one week later. <Begin Log> SCP-7772 is in a blast-proof interrogation chamber with a layer of protective glass separating her and Researcher Irving. SCP-7772's arms and legs are restrained. SCP-7772: Hey Frankie! Sorry about all that mess before, guess the powers that be meant that we had to be together, eh? Researcher Irving: Samantha, this is not a time for games. You attacked not one, but two researchers. SCP-7772: You know I can't control my powers, what do you expect me to do? Bottle it up and explode? Researcher Irving: I expect you to know better than to try to tear off Researcher Parkland's face. You know she's permanently disfigured now, right? It's a wonder that both she and Researcher Hewitt are both alive. SCP-7772: They're alive? Guess I've gotten pretty good at managing my powers after all! Researcher Irving furrows his brow. Researcher Irving: Please treat this seriously, you've personally put two researchers in the health ward. We need to figure your anomaly out before it happens again. SCP-7772 rolls its eyes. SCP-7772: You're starting to sound like that dusty crotch that used to interview me when I lived upstairs. I thought this was the fun department? Researcher Irving: Samantha, why did you attack those researchers? Even you should be able to tell that a person who says that they are Mr. Rogers isn't actually Mr. Rogers, especially when they aren't actively saying that they're Mr. Rogers. SCP-7772: Oh, come on. Anyone who wants to actually associate themself with that lame-ass may as well be him. They get like… a stink about them or something. Researcher Irving: A stink? SCP-7772: A metaphorical stink. Researcher Irving: That still doesn't justify attacking two innocent people. SCP-7772 looks confused. SCP-7772: Well, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry that the powers I can't control around anything related to Mr. Rogers activated around something related to Mr. Rogers? Seems to me like that's your guys' fault for letting that guy even come anywhere near me if you cared about him so much. And as far as Parkland goes, the video she was watching was for kids anyway, so she should get her shit together! Researcher Irving: Do you take responsibility for anything? Or are you just this conceited all the time? SCP-7772 scoffs. SCP-7772: Only when it's my fault. And as far as I'm concerned, this shit ain't on me. I didn't ask to get these powers, and I didn't ask to get showered with Mr. Rogers shit. If you want it to go away so badly, then fucking do something about it instead of shouting at me for being a horrible person. Researching Irving sighs. Researching Irving: Fine. I will. I'll make sure that something is actually done about this. SCP-7772: Good. I'd love to not explode every other week too. <End Log> Afterwards, Researching Irving proposed the following list of protocols among all Department of Other personnel for approval: The banning any unapproved media, imagery, or digital documentation of Mr. Rogers [Approved] Sedating SCP-3:33-J with amnestics that prevent her from having dreams [Approved] An interview and examination with all personnel to determine if they had ever claimed to have been Mr. Rogers in the past [Approved] The isolation of personnel that had claimed to have been Mr. Rogers in the past from SCP-3:33-J [Approved] Addendum 7772-03, Incident 19 and Researcher Irving's Updated Protocols: Below are the details regarding the 19th incident of SCP-7772's anomalous effects occurring inadvertently. Incident 3:33-J-19 Date: January 29th, 2021 Events: On January 29th, 2021, SCP-3:33-J was alone in its containment chamber, using its television. As SCP-3:33-J was selecting a show to watch, its anomalous effects activated, once again destroying the television. It was later determined that its effects activated after an image of the movie "Castaway" showed up, starring Tom Hanks. Notes: This is the first time her anomalous effects have been triggered on something other than Mr. Rogers, or something that has been Mr. Rogers in the past. Does the anomaly count things that are GOING to be Mr. Rogers, or is it somehow aware of pop culture? Either way, this means that the definition of what "Mr. Rogers" is is a lot more flexible than we thought, and a lot more dangerous to handle. - Researcher Franz Irving Following this, Researcher Irving proposed the following updated restrictions: The banning of the words "Mr. Rogers" and "Neighbor" said verbally without permission [Approved] The banning and removal of sweaters, puppets, Tom Hanks, or anything that could be remotely related to Mr. Rogers or Mr. Rogers media [Approved with exceptions] The banning of random acts of kindness, on the chance that association with Mr. Rogers may be enough to trigger the anomaly [Denied] The banning of politeness, for the same above reasons [Denied] The banning of the practice of Presbyterianism, for the same above reasons [Denied] Below is a series of memos between Department Head Dr. Gerald and Researcher Irving regarding the incident and his newly proposed restrictions. From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Message: Franz, I know that you're trying your hardest to minimize the damage SCP-3:33-J causes. Trust me, I'm working hard to ensure that your protocols are not only followed, but accepted. SCP-3:33-J isn't exactly a pleasant person to be around, and not even in an endearing or humorous way; many personnel believe she isn't worth the effort, and she would be better off transferred back upstairs, and yet they still followed your initial list of protocols because of me. Of course, people are certainly willing to accept a few protocols but banning kindness? Politeness? Infringing on religious rights? Franz, please, you must see that that is over-stepping, no? While the details of the anomaly are unknown, you've been polite to her before. You've been kind to her before. And while I may not know the religious practices of everyone in here, I'm sure that that's a few steps removed from the identity of Mr. Rogers. Hell, I had to Google it to figure out how Presbyterianism was even related to him! I know you're invested in this, Franz, and I appreciate everything you've done so far, but we can't ruin the lives of everyone else in this department over one anomaly. This is the line. From the Desk of Franz Irving, Department of Other Message: In all honesty, Dr. Gerald, I'm tired. I really, genuinely am. As someone who works with her on a daily basis, I know that she isn't a fun person to be around. I know that I for one would be happy if she would just go back upstairs and we could focus on things that aren't blowing our department up every other week. So why do I want us to go through all this effort at all? Well, for one, we've done worse for less. We've given anomalies blood sacrifices. We've given anomalies power, both physical and metaphysical. We've defiled corpses for the sake of containment! Being mean to each other is hardly a challenge, and I think we're way past being on the moral high ground for religious censorship. The other reason being that as far as we can tell, the anomaly is adaptable. The definition of what "Mr. Rogers" is seems to be reliant on anything that claims to be Mr. Rogers in one sense or another, even if they aren't doing it actively. She's seen Tom Hanks before and didn't flip out, but this is the first time she's seen him since the first incident. The anomaly learns, and a learning, probability-altering anomaly means that eventually, if we can't lock her down for good, just about anything could theoretically send her off if the odds are in her favor. Or, rather, not in our favor. I am working my ass off to make sure we can actually contain her, but nothing seems to work. Preventing just physical exposure is just not going to be enough right now, we need to take it a step further, especially when the time between accidents is getting shorter. On average they've been happening once a week, but we've had accidents happen with as little as a day in between them. This is the only way I can think of that will give us the best shot at buying us time. In spite of further memos between the two, Researcher Irving's additional protocols were ultimately denied. Addendum 7772-04, Adaptability Tests: Since Incident 3:33-J-19, Researcher Irving had conducted numerous tests over the course of several days to determine if it was possible to tailor what activated SCP-7772’s anomalous effects through association. Test #: 3:33-J-69 Date: February 1st, 2021 Procedures: Place an unpeeled orange in front of SCP-3:33-J. Wait 5 minutes. Retrieve the orange, attach a picture of Mr. Rogers onto it and replace it. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects did not activate until after the orange was replaced with the image of Mr. Rogers attached. Test #: 3:33-J-70 Date: February 1st, 2021 Procedures: Place an unpeeled orange in front of SCP-3:33-J. Wait 5 minutes. Announce over the intercom that an image of Mr. Rogers will be placed onto the orange. Wait 5 minutes. Retrieve the orange, attach a picture of Mr. Rogers onto it and replace it. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects did not activate until after the orange was replaced with the image of Mr. Rogers attached. Test #: 3:33-J-71 Date: February 1st, 2021 Procedures: Place an unpeeled orange in front of SCP-3:33-J. Wait 5 minutes. Announce over the intercom that that orange is Mr. Rogers. Wait 5 minutes. Retrieve the orange, attach a picture of Mr. Rogers onto it and replace it. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated after the announcement over the intercom, targeting the orange. Test #: 3:33-J-97 Date: February 13th, 2021 Procedures: Equip D-99979 with blast-resistant gear and a concealed earpiece. Instruct D-99979 to enter the testing chamber and have a conversation with SCP-3:33-J. After an indeterminate amount of time, Researcher Irving will speak into the earpiece, calling D-99979 Mr. Rogers. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated after Researcher Irving spoke into the earpiece. SCP-3:33-J was subdued and D-99979 was escorted out safely. Test #: 3:33-J-98 Date: February 13th, 2021 Procedures: Equip D-0212 with blast-resistant gear. Instruct D-0212 to enter the testing chamber and attempt to impersonate Mr. Rogers without explicitly saying who he was impersonating. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated after D-0212 began doing the impersonation, targeting D-0212. SCP-3:33-J was subdued and D-0212 was escorted out safely. Test #: 3:33-J-99 Date: February 13th, 2021 Procedures: Show D-52709 footage of D-0212 doing an impression of Mr. Rogers without explicitly saying who the impression was of. Equip D-52709 with blast-resistant gear. Instruct D-52709 to enter the testing chamber and attempt to impersonate D-0212. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated after D-52709 began doing the impersonation, targeting D-52709. SCP-3:33-J was subdued and D-52709 was escorted out safely. Following the results of Test 3:33-J-99, Researcher Irving and Dr. Gerald shared the following memos: From the Desk of Franz Irving, Department of Other Message: Attached are the results of some of my most recent tests. The first thing you should notice is that the anomaly seems to make a distinction between what IS Mr. Rogers and what HAS Mr. Rogers. If something is announced to contain Mr. Rogers in it, on it, by it, or any other indirect relation, it doesn't trigger the anomaly until Mr. Rogers itself appears. However, the relationship between an object and the anomaly changes the moment that the object in some way identifies as Mr. Rogers, willingly or unwillingly. So the good news at the very least is that we can relax on some restrictions I've requested as long as we don't directly identify things as Mr. Rogers. Saying the words "Mr. Rogers" doesn't cause the anomaly to activate. The bad news, as you hopefully can tell, is that the anomaly's knowledge is not necessarily based on the knowledge of Samantha. Though this should have been obvious since the incident with Hewitt, Tests 3:33-J-97, 98 and 99 all prove it undoubtedly. The anomaly knows more about what is and is not Mr. Rogers than Samantha does, hence the 'metaphorical stink' she's mentioned. The worse news is that people can unknowingly trigger the anomaly because of the above two facts, as seen in Test 3:33-J-99. If someone does something that someone else identified as being Mr. Rogers, then that's enough to trigger the anomaly, even if the person performing the action doesn't relate it to Mr. Rogers specifically at all. While kindness and politeness in a vacuum won't trigger the anomaly, there is a certain brand of kindness and politeness that very much will. As long as accidents keep happening, people need to be aware of how kind they are. They need to be aware of how polite they are. Being 'neighborly' is no longer an option, as long as Samantha could potentially see it. Shining your shoes, wearing a red sweater, anything that someone somewhere has said "Oh yeah, that's Mr. Rogers for sure" could trigger the anomaly. I abhor you to reconsider your stance on my protocol suggestions. I don't want to send any more friends to the emergency room. From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Message: These results are certainly more concerning than what I had expected. You are right, the severity of this anomaly is not to be underestimated, and I apologize for treating it like that. However, I had actually wanted to check in on you since you started your marathon of testing with Samantha. You said on average accidents were happening once a week, yes? Have any accidents happened during your tests that I wasn't made aware of? Researcher Irving's reply was sent approximately five hours later. From the Desk of Franz Irving, Department of Other Message: Are you fucking kidding me. The solution was just to shove Mr. Rogers in her face this whole time. I need a nap. Addendum 7772-05: In spite of the Department of Other's discovery of proper containment of SCP-7772’s probabilistic anomaly, on March 9th, 2021, the O5 council requested that SCP-7772 be re-transferred to the Department of Humanoid Containment. Anomaly Custody Transfer Request From the Desk of O5-7 Anomaly In Question: SCP-3:33-J Reason For Request: Due to the rampant destruction caused by SCP-3:33-J, and your repeated failures to contain it properly, we have determined the Department of Other to be unfit to contain this anomaly any further. While it was transferred to your department as a gesture of kindness and as a means to siphon funds to anomalies in more dire need, you have single-handedly cost Site-19 hundreds of thousands of dollars in reparations and reconstruction of your department and surrounding levels. It should go without saying that a gross mishandling of this caliber is deserving of not just a transferral of the anomaly in question, but reprimanding of the researchers in charge of the project. Anomaly Custody Transfer Response From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Request Response: Denied Reasoning: The Department of Other has done a more than satisfactory job of containing Ms. Blevvins since her new containment protocols have been formalized. We are of the opinion that we at this point deserve the rights to contain her due to this discovery, and I have a hard time seeing why us solving the problem none of you could solve gives you the right to take her away. If for whatever reason several months down the line the containment procedures stop working, I would understand that request. However, things have been working perfectly fine since. Why are you deciding that now is the perfect time to put in this request and pull the rug out from under us after all our hard work? Anomaly Custody Transfer Request From the Desk of O5-7 Anomaly In Question: SCP-3:33-J Reason For Request: First of all, I would like to re-iterate that in order for you to get to the point where containment procedures could be formalized, you allowed the anomaly to destroy a load-bearing wall that very nearly toppled an entire wing of the facility. It doesn't matter if you've figured out how to stop it if that's your baseline for acceptable practices to determine any aspect of an anomaly. But furthermore, according to your file, Researcher Irving suggested that kindness and politeness could potentially set off the anomaly in spite of your procedures. Because of this, we believe that returning SCP-3:33-J to the custody of Researcher Jackson would help alleviate this concern, as Researcher Jackson is reportedly "a massive dickbag that makes everyone around him miserable". At the very least, you must wish for a kinder work environment for your department, no? Anomaly Custody Transfer Response From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Request Response: Accepted. Terms: The Department of Other will transfer over containment of SCP-3:33-J back to the Department of Humanoid Containment, and grant it its initial designation of SCP-7772. As it was formally under their care, little must be done for the adjustment period aside from informing researchers of the new containment procedures and containment chamber protocols. Researcher Jackson is to be reinstated as SCP-7772’s primary researcher. 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SCP-7773 | keter | The Usual Demons Calling card recovered from the scene of an SCP-7773-perpetrated crime. Site-666 Surveilence Recording: Interior - Reference Library, Demonology. 2:29 am The camera is posited overlooking the rare books collection of the Site-666 reference library's demonology wing. Numerous tomes and grimoires sit arranged in sealed display cases, beyond which orderly rows of stacks stand neatly. The audio recording captures the dull hum of the air conditioning unit in the background. One of the ceiling tiles shifts and a small face emerges: roughly humanoid, but with grotesquely distorted and elongated features, the entity opens its mouth and a long, forked tongue flicks out before retracting. It proceeds to descend towards the floor; despite its humanoid head, the torso and upper limbs appear reptilian. As it descends, the entity's lack of lower limbs becomes evident: its body terminates in a long serpentine tail that hangs out from the ceiling's opening. unknown 1: [Unidentifiable humming] As the entity's body continues to descend, a pair of taloned arms are visible, lowering it hand-over-hand by the tail into the space below. unknown 2: Shhhhhhh! The descending entity turns midair, flicking its forked tongue upwards, before looking back to the ground. unknown 1: Hmm, hmm, hmhm, hmm— Unknown 2: [whispered] Groalf, shut the fuck up and let me focus. The humming grows louder, as the descending entity begins vocalizing. unknown 1: De da doo… de da doo… de da doo… do dut unknown 2: I swear to god-dammed, Lucifer. I will fucking drop you if you don't shut the hell up! The emergency lighting in the room activates suddenly, as a general intrusion alarm is triggered. An associated lockdown announcement begins to play over the Site-666 PA system; Foundation staff are requested to gather on the Casino floor while security is declared to be sweeping the premise. unknown 1: [Hisses] Now look what you've done! 3/7773 LEVEL 3/7773 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7773 Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7773 is currently under investigation; four individuals associated with SCP-7773 are currently held in containment at Site-666. Description: SCP-7773 collectively designates a group of Tartarean Entities operating as a small-scale crime syndicate, specializing in theft, burglary, robbery, and the trafficking and liquidation of stolen goods. SCP-7773 has been active since at least 500 AD and is responsible for numerous, high-profile thefts of artworks, jewelry, items of religious and occult significance, and various other goods from then until the present day. Prior to their failed attempted burglary of Foundation Site-666, no individual entity associated with SCP-7773 had been successfully identified or detained; it is unclear if this successful record is itself anomalous or a byproduct of the group's methods of operation. Notable items illegally acquired by SCP-7773 include: 120,000 toothpicks (later sold to buyers as "Splinters of the True Cross"); The Collar Bone of St. Joan of Arc (Inauthentic); The Holy Prepuce, formerly belonging to Jesus Christ of Nazareth (Authentic); Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, recovered in 1965; Leonardo DiCaprio's Oscar, Best Actor - The Revenant, recovered 2018; Between 3,000 and 68,000 NFTs of varying insignificant value. On August 13th, 2022, members associated with SCP-7773 infiltrated Site-666 with the presumed aim of acquiring the Liber Nominum, held in the on-site reference library. This tome allegedly contains the true name of all Tarteran Entities, provided the reader rearranges the letters a bit. The attempted heist failed when an on-site general intrusion alarm was triggered; 4 members of SCP-7773 were apprehended and detained by Site Security. Notably, during the Site lockdown, the corpse of Junior Researcher Eva Takács — a specialist in anomalous films and visual media — was discovered in a hallway adjacent to the library. Takács was found deceased within a thaumaturgical circle consisting of an array of seven chalk rings surrounding a pentagon of salt. The body had been significantly burned and two lacerations running parallel to the spine were noted on the individual's back. Identification was determined via a keycard recovered from nearby the victim. The violent nature of this homicide was notable, as previous heists conducted by SCP-7773 had only resulted in negligible harm to present persons. In response, the captured entities were not exorcized initially and Detective Anthony Calmet, a notable expert in occult criminology, was assigned to investigate further. Addendum 7773.01: Interview with SCP-7773-1: "Groalf" The demonic, serpentine entity sits coiled on the provided bed within the containment cell. As Detective Calmet enters, it raises its head towards the door, flicking its forked tongue out. SCP-7773-1: You can't keep me here, we both know that. Detective Calmet sits in the provided chair, he withdraws two items from his jacket pocket: a rolled packet and reusable metal lighter. Calmet: Is that so? SCP-7773-1: I am a sovereign citizen. This is an unlawful detainment. I know my rights. Calmet: A 'sovereign citizen' of what? Hell? Should we run this past your literal sovereign? SCP-7773-1: I want to speak to my lawyer. Calmet: Your Hell-lawyer? SCP-7773-1: We still just call them lawyers down— hey fuck you, are you mocking me? Detective Calmet flicks the lighter, sparking a small flame. Holding the rolled bundle to the fire's edge, he lets it catch and smolder; it issues a plume of thick smoke. SCP-7773-1: You can't hold me without just cause. My associates and I were just trying to find the bathroom. It's not our fault that this place is a fucking maze. So let's just get to the part where you banish me back to the underworld and drop all the theatrics. Detective Calmet tosses the smoking bundle forward into the room, where it begins to emit denser fumes. SCP-7773-1 flicks its tongue out, before recoiling and slithering closer to the wall. It gradually lowers its head to the ground as the smoke begins pooling along the ceiling. Calmet: Incense — can't say I'm much of a fan, but it does have its purposes. Not sure who you think you're fooling, but your little escapade there wound up with one of ours dead. SCP-7773-1 appears surprised as Calment talks but doesn't respond for a series of moments. Eventually, the entity sighs. SCP-7773-1: This is all Worglerexest's fault. Addendum 7773.02: Interview with SCP-7773-2: "Worglerexest" Detective Calmet enters the containment cell. SCP-7773-2 sits cross-legged on the floor. It possesses a humanoid torso, fish-like head, and limbs ending in clawed appendages. The entity appears to be gnawing on something as he enters. Calmet: Right, I'm Detective Calmet and— [gags] what the fuck is that smell? SCP-7773-2 gesticulates, revealing a partially consumed fish in its hand. Its verbal response is obfuscated by the loud sound of chewing. SCP-7773-2, circa 1590. SCP-7773-2: fismhs you wan-um? Calmet: No, no I really don't. The entity shrugs, tosses the entire animal in its mouth, and swallows. It reaches into a marsupial-like pouch along its stomach and withdraws another unmoving fish. Detective Calmet interrupts before it begins eating. Calmet: So, I've spoken to your friend: the snaky one. He's ready to pin you as the fall guy for this whole operation. How's that sitting with you? SCP-7773-2 motions to begin speaking, but appears to gag on the fish mid-consumption. The entity seems panicked for a moment before it horks the partially-chewed mess back up. It splatters on the floor in front of Detective Calmet. SCP-7773-2: Fuck man, I almost just died, wow. Oh uh, right — Groalf said that? He's just jealous that I'm the one with all the good ideas. Calmet: Was this whole shitshow one of those? SCP-7773-2: [shrugs] Well, I mean, some of it. I found the job — not that it makes it my fault that we got caught, don't tell Groalf that. Calmet: Stealing from the Foundation's not on your typical rotation, far as we can tell— SCP-7773-2: 1948 Calmet: Pardon? SCP-7773-2: 1948, we stole the F. Calmet: You stole the "F"? SCP-7773-2: Back during the rebranding, we snuck into the conference and stole the giant F off the stage, right before the big reveal. Detective Calmet remains silent for a moment. SCP-7773-2: Seriously? Damn, I figured that would have worked, gotten our name out, you know? Even in those days, stealing from the Foundation Overseers Council seemed like the big leagues. Calmet: Moving along… what made you target the Foundation this time? SCP-7773-2: Money. Calmet: Don't let me cut you off. SCP-7773-2: We, uh, needed money for a thing. SCP-7773-2 stretches its legs out, revealing a pair of webbed feet as it speaks. SCP-7773-2: You know how I said I'm the ideas guy? Well, that's long-term strategic thinking. If we're playing Crazy 8s, I'm the one thinking ahead to what comes after: Crazy 9s. But the rest of them, they don't think like that. I'm willing to bet you do, though — you know you've got to crack a few eggs to eat the inside bits of some eggs. SCP-7773-2 begins to gesticulate profusely as it continues speaking. SCP-7773-2: You know souls, right? You probably got one, most of your sort do. Now the underworld's pretty big on souls; collect 'em, trade 'em, consume 'em, toss 'em into a soul engine — just like pokemon cards. But how can you make sure the souls you got are your souls? Well, that's the question I got thinking about, and then I found an answer. SCP-7773-2 uses its lower limbs to scoot across the floor towards Detective Calmet, who remains still. SCP-7773-2: Have you heard of the blockchain? My startup assigns each individual soul a unique identifier on a decentralized ledger, and then the holder of that soul is given a digital certificate that ensures ownership: a non-fungible quintessence, or NFQ. The best part is you can securely exchange souls, providing the underworld's first, revolutionary digital currency — neat huh? Calmet: I— wait. SCP-7773-2: I know, it's pretty cutting-edge stuff. We're a growth-orientated company, with room for entrance-level positions if you're interested! But the competition is sharp, lots of crypto-bros on their way to hell. Calmet: Aren't souls already unique? Isn't the whole premise of a soul — and a large portion of their value for you folk — its individuality? Something intrinsically associated with a distinct notion of 'self,' that's truly individual and distinguishable from other matter? SCP-7773-2: I mean, yeah. If you want to get all Cartesian about it. Calmet: And you're brokering the digital authentication of the soul, not the soul itself? SCP-7773-2: Look, I— what you gotta understand here is the potential. SCP-7773-2 looks around the empty room, before seizing the previously half-eaten fish. SCP-7773-2: Take this fish, delicious right? But only I can have it. Now imagine it's a soul, and you want it. Well tough luck, it's mine, unless we figure out a way that we can both have it. With NFQs, we both get a unique authentication saying we possess the soul, problem solved. Calmet: So what happens to the fish— the soul itself? SCP-7773-2: We keep it, for you know, safety. Calmet: Let me guess, you took out a loan for those souls — went through this whole process, and now you can't pay it back? SCP-7773-2: I can pay it back — just once things take off. Calmet: Okay, let's get back to the important bit. Who was— SCP-7773-2: Paris Hilton. Calmet: —going to pay you for the job. You know, the whole reason you're here. SCP-7773-2: Oh, that wasn't Paris Hilton. I don't know them personally, found them online. They were willing to pay top dollar for that book though and even offered a handsome investment when we got the job done. Calmet Does this benefactor have a name? SCP-7773-2: Went by "The_Kaiser" — like the roll, I think. Calmet: They say why they wanted the book? SCP-7773-2: Didn't ask, didn't care. Could be any reason: demon binding, demon summoning, demon prank calling — maybe they wanted a word search. Could have asked them once we had it in hand, but hard to say now given that loudmouth setting off the alarm. Calmet: So as much as I enjoy the conversation, there's still an elephant in the room— SCP-7773-2: Oh, I know a guy who does elephant removal, we can set you up with our digital currency and— Calmet: I'm talking about our person, the one who got fried. Do you have anything to say about that? I'd choose your words carefully unless you want me to go get the cinderblock I've got on a chain. SCP-7773-2: Look, if anyone's got the answers you want, it's Pluum. I was packed into that airduct like sardines in a can — sorry, that's an underworld expression — like two demons squeezed in a fucking tight airduct. Pluum was meant to keep watch outside the library and deal with any snoops though. They're a mean sonnofabitch, so good luck getting them to talk, with or without that chain— oh, I see what you were doing there. To: ui.tenpics|666_ESUOH#ui.tenpics|666_ESUOH From: ui.tenpics|temlaca#ui.tenpics|temlaca Subject: SCP-7773 Investigation — Goldbaker-Reinz Dir. House, Still looking into the ritual homicide. Demons haven't let much slip, but one of them is going to crack sooner or later. They say there's honour among thieves, but I'm not putting money on that holding true with this crew. On a related thought, last I heard folk were still leaning towards forced possession or damnation. That got me thinking and I had them send me over the Site-666 Goldbaker-Reinz contract — flagged this bit in particular as noteworthy: B666: WRATH OF GOD Should an employee of the Foundation be killed by a deific or Tartarean entity (defined as Akiva-emitting or Tartarean-Emitting); and said being uses its abilities to consign your [soul to] a specific Tartarean punishment […] Goldbaker-Reinz will intervene such that your eternal soul will proceed to the afterlife on natural terms without interference. Shouldn't we have heard something from them by now? Giving the whole thing a once-over, this clause also caught my eye. Seem familiar, sir? H777: High Roller Should an employee of Foundation Site-666 — acting under the influence of anomalous phenomena (examples include, but are not limited to: possession, sudden or unpredictable changes in baseline probability, and/or misrepresentation of reality) — acquire debt(s) while gambling, Goldbaker-Reinz will cover up to 50% of the relevant amount, to a total of $500,000 USD. This coverage does not apply to debts acquired while under the influence of phenomena such as: Mundane alcohol and/or narcotics; Bets placed informed by omens or prognostic readings; Being on a "hot streak;" Using a "lucky number/dice;" Loudly proclaiming "The House Always Wins," prior to betting. I'll send along the transcripts, and there are a few items I'd like to request. Regards, Calmet. SCP-7773 members acosting an individual. To: ui.tenpics|temlaca#ui.tenpics|temlaca From: ui.tenpics|666_ESUOH#ui.tenpics|666_ESUOH Subject: Re:SCP-7773 Investigation — Goldbaker-Reinz Good catch. Nothing from GR yet, we'll look into it. In the meantime, put the screws to them. I got a feeling that little ball-one will squeal. Not sure what you're referring to at the end there. Have you known me to make a bet I didn't know I'd win? - HOUSE Addendum 7773.03: Interview with SCP-7773-3: "Pluum" Detective Calmet enters the containment cell, where a single folding chair has been positioned against the wall. In the opposite corner of the room is a knee-height, green, rotund entity. It possesses four stumpy hippo-like legs and a pair of small mole-like eyes in the centre of its round torso. No other appendages or sensory organs are present. Calmet: Plumm, is it? The entity looks towards Detective Calmet, before folding its limbs inward and sitting on the ground. Its small eyes blink once. Calmet: Right, so I've heard from your friends, and they were more than willing to throw you under the bus — if you know what I mean — so let's get to what I want to know. What happened to the researcher, Eva Takács? The entity blinks again and rolls into its side. Its legs begin moving rapidly in the air. Calmet: Whoever you think you're protecting, whatever you think you're accomplishing, I can promise you it's not worth it. Demons might not die, but there are worse things than being sent back to hell. Detective Calmet removes a plastic spray bottle from his person, passing it between his hands. Calmet: Do you know demons are composed of two essences: spiritual and material? It's the interplay between the two that gives you form, and what makes you such resilient bastards. I could shoot you right now, and it might hurt, but it wouldn't do anything to that well of corrupted belief at your core; you'd drip ichor for a while, but the wound would heal in a day and I'd just be short a bullet. The entity remains on the floor, its legs appearing to spasm as it attempts to roll its body onto the side. Calmet: Some things though, they work on both. Such as this little bottle of hydrofluoric acid, blessed by the pope himself. So I suggest you start talking. Detecticr Calmet points the spray bottle at the entity. Several moments pass in silence, interrupted by its occasional shuffling. Calmet: Can— do you talk? You don't have a mouth, do you? The entity contains flailing its limbs sporadically, appearing unable to right itself. Detective sighs, sets the bottle down, and rises, walking over to the entity and lifting it onto its legs. It circles him a few times before sitting in the corner. Calmet: I don't— I don't really get what your thing is. Addendum 7773.04: Interview with SCP-7773-4: "Xy'cru" Detective Calmet enters the containment cell; the entity appears to float several feet off the ground, gently bobbing in the air. It possesses a circular torso with a humanoid face and numerous fleshy stocks emerging along its upper body, some of which terminate in additional eyes. Calmet: Oh for fucks sake, really? What sort of middle-school basement shit is this? SCP-7773-4: Every time, every single time. I should never have made that deal with Gary Gygax. Calmet: I'll say. Isn't the human supposed to ask for fame and have it backfire? SCP-7773-4: Okay, first of all, rude. And secondly, putting satanic messaging into his whatever-game seemed like a great idea. It's not my fault those sweaty nerds were too stupid to recite Latin properly. Calmet: Glad to hear that all worked out. However, I'm not here to talk about what you did in the 80s. SCP-7773-4: It was the 70s. Calmet: I literally could not care in the slightest. Now, I spoke with your friends. SCP-7773-4: Waste of time, they don't know shit about what you're after. Calmet: Yeah, I gather as much. Your candour seems to suggest otherwise though, so let's have ourselves a chat. SCP-7773-4: I'm an open book, honest to go— hhmr, Satan. Wait that's not a good look. Honest to Kant, or Washington. Whoever, I'm not going to lie. Calmet: Who was "The_Kaiser." SCP-7773-4: Wilhelm II. Calmet doesn't respond, continuing to stare at the entity. SCP-7773-4: Would it kill you to lighten up? No idea who Worglerexest was chatting to. He's active in a lot of twitter circles, lot of— Calmet: If you say "lot of twitter users in hell," I'm throwing sand in your eye. SCP-7773-4: —lot of other contacts, chains of connections, "I know a guy who knows a guy" deal. You really did speak to the others first, huh? Calmet: And I didn't appreciate them wasting my time either. SCP-7773-4: You really are just a suit full of hardly restrained violence huh? Regular ol' Patrick Bateman. Look, I can tell you with absolute certainty that we had nothing to do with the murder — not that you're going to take my word for it. Calmet: Try me. SCP-7773-4: How can I explain this? So, we all have a 'role,' something we're supposed to bring to the table, to be good at — only most of them aren't good at their roles per-se, but they have them all the same. I see things, and I'm one of the few who's actually good at their role. I saw what they saw and I saw what your cameras saw — and right now I'm seeing that you don't believe me. Well, I don't care if you do. I know that the footage in that corridor cut out before we got into the library, and I know — dumb as they are — the others didn't set off the alarm. Calmet: So who did? SCP-7773-4: Look, if I'm telling you this I'm going to need something in return. Calmet: And that is? SCP-7773-4: Are you hiring? Calmer: Can't say I expected that. SCP-7773-4: Look man, I'm fucking desperate. I've been in this game for several thousand years and all I've got to show for it is a handful of art I don't even like and the chance to come second in a costume competition. Calmet: That sort of thing's not really up to me— SCP-7773-4: I'm serious, I'll do anything man. I can do movie impersonations. I've got a good Joker: Heath Ledger or Cesar Romero… or, or card tricks, or janitorial work. I'll even do kids' parties — just give me a chance. I see everything those demons do, everything. I can't — I can't keep doing this. Calmet: You don't know anything about what happened, do you? SCP-7773-4: I, well. No, not a clue. Calmet: So one of ours immolates in a hallway mid-heist, and none of you happen to know a single thing about it? SCP-7773-4: "And like that… he's gone." Calmet: She, actually — wait, where have I heard that phrase before. SCP-7773-4: [scoffs] Only from the greatest work of mid-90s neo-noir. Would it kill you cops to know your own cinematic history? Calmet: That's the one where they're looking for the guy who's made up, Keyser— Calmet: Oh, god damn it. SCP-7773-4: Been there. Visual likeness of SCP-7773-4. NOTICE OF INQUEST: CASENUMBER — 173ADME3 Dear, [name]. We have looked into your inquest concerning the coverage of Foundation Employee #178-282-B. Our auditors have determined that the individual's 'soul' is not held under any parameters that would invoke the involvement of clause B666; as such Goldbaker-Reinz has determined that no intervention is contractually obligated at this time. Due to Goldbaker-Reinz's confidentiality clauses, we cannot disclose the location of the aforementioned individuals 'soul' without their express consent. We apologize for any inconvenience this may result in, Goldbaker-Reinz Insurance Group Ltd. Addendum 7773-.05 Following his investigation into the crimes perpetuated by SCP-7773, Detective Calmet requested the use of a sizeable meeting room within Site-666; the detained Tarteran entities were transported to the space, and Director House's presence was requested. The following log details the subsequent interactions: Surveillance footage depicts a Site-666 conference room, the tables and chairs have been pushed to the walls, making room for an ornate chalk outline of a thaumaturgical circle on the ground. A complimentary coffee and assortment of baked goods sit adjacent to the door. At each indicated cardinal direction, one of the SCP-7773 Tartarean entities stands, surrounded and contained by ancillary occult circles. The entities are seen bickering with one another, although much of their dialogue is inaudible or indiscernible. Detective Calmet stands by the entrance leaning on the table displaying the coffee urn. The door swings open as Dir. House enters the room. HOUSE: Okay, Calmet. You and the merry band here have 15 minutes, then a bachelor party needs the room for a "Jäger-luge," whatever the fresh hell that is. Calmet: Shouldn't need that long, sir. And pass my thanks on to Conference Services for the last-minute booking. HOUSE: I do my best not to speak to them on a good day. Dir. House surveys the assembled entities, before walking to the edge of the thaumaturgical circle. HOUSE: Which this certainly hasn't been. Now, which one of you is responsible for waking me up at 2:30 in the morning? The entities glance around the room at each other without responding. HOUSE: I was up anyway, but there's a principle to it. Calmet, this is your show. Want to get it running? Calmet begins pacing around the exterior of the room as he speaks. Faint ethereal chains fastening the entities to one another and the circle itself apparate and dissipate with the cadence of his voice. Calmet: One thing you learn in this line of work: you don't put all the subjects in the same room — even when you're in there with them. Goes double when they have a history; even if it's one as disorderly as the ones assembled here. 7773-1: This is an unlawful detainment, I want my lawyer. 7773-2: Yeah, get him his lawyer 7773-4: Would you both kindly shut the hell up! 7773-2: No one cares about your Ayn Rand fanfiction, Xy. 7773-4: It's a political satire, you media-illiterate dumbbell. Detective Calmet whistles loudly through his fingers, and the assembled entities stop chattering. Calmet: Getting back on track. We're making an exception to that rule given the situation, because I know something they don't. Far as I gather, they truly think the murder wasn't related to the theft, and I'm inclined to believe they think that. Detective Calmet reaches into his jacket pocket, withdrawing a large silver feather, an unmarked DVD, and a small vial of mercury. Calmet: Thing is, they're wrong. Detective Calmet tosses the assembled items towards the centre of the thaumaturgical circle. The room is blinded by a flash of bright light. As it dims, white lines glow on the circle inscription, suspended in the air are ethereal traces of opalescent chains, wrapping around the four demons positioned around the circle, tethering them to one another and a figure in the centre of the circle. The appearing entity is humanoid, kneeling and bent forward; its bare back is visible, with a pair of gossamer, opaque feathered wings emerging from behind its shoulder blades. The entity stands — a wrap of white linen covering its chest and lower body — and faces Dir. House and Detective Calmet. Unkown: Wait is this — oh shit. Uh, hey boss. The individual appears to resemble the presumed-deceased Site-666 employee, Junior Researcher Eva Takács. HOUSE: Hey there Takács, been a moment. How have you been? Takács: I uh, I can't complain. Calmet: Well, how about you explain instead? Takács: [sighs.] Okay, I want to preface this by saying it's not as bad as it looks. HOUSE: Noted. Takács: Okay, well I've been a little burned out the last while, so I was kind of skirting work and going through the old video archives in the library. There's quite a collection of films in the back there if you know where to look. HOUSE: I thought we got rid of those. Takács: No— I… Do you know that thing about angels and bells? HOUSE: Heard something along those lines. Go on. Takács: Well, surprise! Turns out there's some merit to it. Found footage from 1921 of a ritual and figured 'that doesn't look too hard.' Essentially, if the right church bells ring, the "angel" does get his — or her — "wings." The thing is finding the right church bell. Calmet: The church in this case being? HOUSE: Keep up Calmet. They may not offer 1-hour weddings, but what are the biggest houses of worship in Vegas? Takács: And the closest thing to a bell being… Calmet: An alarm you tripped, before you faked your own death for cover, with the smokescreen of this assembly of walking distractions. Takács: Wasn't hard to get them to go along with it, I expected a little more scrutiny to be honest. But, you know, "the greatest trick the devil ever pulled…" SCP-7773-1: Needing a license to drive a car? SCP-7773-2: That whole thing with the fruit? SCP-7773-4: It's "convincing the world that he did not exist." HOUSE: You're all wrong. Bastard's greatest trick was getting some Frenchman's game into my casino. So, Takács, things play out how you had in mind? Takács: Not going to lie, not entirely. It was worth a shot though, they were bumping up my rent anyway. Calmet: Maybe it's bad taste, but I got to ask. Did it work? What was it like? [Audio cuts out for 2:30 mins] HOUSE: That's not even remotely correct — and I mean that objectively. Are you sure you watched the right movie? Takács: I mean, there may have been some odd cuts, and parts were pretty hard to make out, but I think I got the gist of it. Calmet: I am truly baffled by how you aren't dead-dead or a pillar of salt. But that aside, are we hanging onto the four stooges here or do you want me to deal with them? HOUSE: I got a thought about that. Takács, I respect the ambition to con heaven and hell for a vacation. Takács: Thank you, sir, ill— HOUSE: Follow-through's a little disappointing though. Regardless, you're getting a promotion to a new task force. Dir. House strides forwards and grasps one of the faintly illuminated chains binding the entities within the circle to one another. HOUSE: Listen up you lot, normally folks who try to steal from me don't get so lucky. Now, you've racked up quite a debt to society over the millennium, and you're going to be paying it back, with interest. Don't like it, tough luck. As Dir. House holds the thaumaturgical binding, the energy dissipates and the chain briefly vanishes to a near-indistinguishable hue. The circle is broken; freed from their confines the SCP-7773 entities stumble onto the floor. After a moment, SCP-7773-3 approaches Dir. House. SCP-7773-3's circular body splits along the midsection, as its upper segment flips backwards. The opening within reveals a dark void of indeterminate size. Appearing to float within this space is a pair of decorative silver cufflinks, featuring a stylized roulette wheel, the Site-666 insignia, and a monogrammed "H". HOUSE: Not quite the debt I was talking about. And how did you — I wasn't even wearing these today. Dir. House scoops up the items and beings to fasten the cuffs of his dress shirt. Takács: Thank you sir, this won't happen again. I'm fully committed to Site-666. HOUSE: Oh no you're not. You aren't off the hook that easy, Takács. We have enough demons running around Vegas without getting dollar-store 'angels' in the mix. No, you're off somewhere else. Call it a transfer. HOUSE: Calmet, get them out of that circle, and book the cheapest greyhound to Atlantic City, call it the Site-333 express. Overlapping sound of the entities and Takács objecting. 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SCP-7774 | euclid | Preferred iteration of SCP-7774 Item #: SCP-7774 Special Containment Procedures: Saint Mary's Catholic Cemetery is to be inspected for upkeep every first Sunday of a new month. Janitorial personnel are to be dispatched on site for landscaping purposes. Once per year, the cemetery is to be closed to the public seventy-two hours leading to the date of June 12th under the guise of maintenance purposes. Twenty-four hours preceding June 12th, the area surrounding SCP-7774 will be blocked from public access via MTF unit Kappa-16 (Groundskeepers). Description: SCP-7774 is a yearly phenomenon affecting the area of Fredericksburg, Texas. On June 12th, uniquely at 6:30 AM (CST) precisely, SCP-7774 will animate as a humanoid structure, typically a sculpture, within the surrounding area. From discovery, SCP-7774 has indicated a preference for using the form of an angel statue within Saint Mary's Cemetery. Upon animation, the often preferred1 angel statue of SCP-7774 has been displayed to step from its pedestal, manifesting lithe control over the statue's stone limbs. Passive, non-verbal acknowledgement of Foundation personnel has been previously observed. Often following a brief stroll of the cemetery, SCP-7774 will spend the remainder of the phenomenon in close proximity to a faded, marble cross grave. Observed behavior of SCP-7774 has previously revealed the anomaly: Kneeling, bowing, or praying over the grave-site Gently caressing the ground Weaving nearby flowers into bouquets (sunflowers, bluebonnets, pink evening primrose, etc.) In the evening, commonly after 7:00 PM, SCP-7774 will stand up from the grave after making a final gesture and will return to the statue's initial location, reverting to a non-anomalous state. + Addendum: Discovery Log -Addendum: Discovery Log Recovered Photograph from Gravesite Local rumors of angels blessing the graves of Saint Mary's began to spread in Fredericksburg by local citizens as early as June of 1974. Monthly low priority surveillance of the cemetery was conducted for over a year before SCP-7774 was discovered. Upon scheduled retrieval, SCP-7774 was discovered to be kneeling over its chosen grave-site. Local foundation personnel dispatched to the area attempted to secure SCP-7774 away from the site to find SCP-7774 having demanifested, leaving a common, non-anomalous angel statue. Excavation of the grave SCP-7774 was discovered upon revealed the following: One decayed human skeleton of a juvenile female One wooden rosary, broken into two parts One faded photograph of a woman and young child Restoration of the photograph revealed faint handwriting on the back. Analysis of the photograph revealed the text "Judith, 6-12." Following discovery, the grave site was returned to its original state. Foundation personnel were planted as groundskeepers within Saint Mary's Cemetery for quick surveillance for future SCP-7774 instances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7774" by HotColes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7774. Licensed under CC-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: Highgate Cemetery Angel Statue.png, Portrait of a woman holding a baby (I0024828).jpg Author: HotColes License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Highgate_Cemetery_Angel_Statue.png https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Portrait_of_a_woman_holding_a_baby_(I0024828).jpg Footnotes 1. Previous experimentation surrounding the removal of structures within Fredericksburg has yielded varying activation locations, yet prevention of SCP-7774 from manifesting has been unsuccessful. |
SCP-7775 | keter | NGC 6946, the location of three instances of SCP-7775-α in periods of interstellar expansion. Item #: SCP-7775 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature and scale of SCP-7775, effective containment of the anomaly is impossible. Civilizations as described by SCP-7775 and their planets of origin, as well as any systems which have been expanded into by aforementioned civilizations, will be monitored by the Foundation's respective interstellar agencies. Description: SCP-7775 is an observed phenomenon found throughout outer space. The anomaly is that of convergent evolution of Homo sapiens sapiens across a multitude of systems. Human societies that did not evolve on Earth are collectively designated as SCP-7775-α. The anomaly manifests itself on highly similar Earth analogues. Typically, these Earth analogues have near-identical masses, atmospheric contents, and geological histories. Roughly 95%1 of the Earth analogues rotate around a unitary G-type main-sequence star ("yellow dwarf"). Observations have been conducted by the ███████ ██████ located in orbit around Charon ("CLEOMEDES"). SCP-7775-α instances are genetically identical to the humans of Earth. Within each SCP-7775-α instance exists minor phenotypical variations, the scale of which is consistent to that of the variation between various ethnic groups on Earth. Consistent with the genetic research, preliminary evidence suggests that specimens of SCP-7775-α instances can reproduce with Earth-evolved humans as well as with specimens of other instances. Similar to Earth-evolved humans, SCP-7775-α instances have developed languages and comparable cultural development. Unlike Earth-evolved humans, however, instances of the anomaly typically do not have a primate-based evolutionary background. On SCP-7775-38, preliminary evolutionary research suggests shared common ancestors with avian analogues. Further research into evolutionary history is pending. To date, there have been 1202 observed instances of the anomaly. The societies of instances include that of pre-agriculture, feudal states, nation states, and interstellar empires. The progression between various societal paradigms is not linear nor immediately intuitive. + The CLEOMEDES project - Close attachment INPUT CLEARANCE CODE > ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ VALIDATING CREDENTIALS Accessed Clearance Level 1 of File: CLEOMEDES CLEOMEDES is one of the Foundation's most recent attempts at expanding its capabilities outside of the Earth, located on the moon of Charon. CLEOMEDES is a station home to several experimental observational instruments as well as as a scientific research station. Most notable are the causality experiments3, the result of which allows us to communicate with civilizations located many light years away and in great detail. Below are selected instances of SCP-7775. Instance names below are attached to SCP-7775-α, i.e. "17" refers to SCP-7775-α-17. Instance name Description 17 17 is a planetary society remaining in a period of pre-agriculturalism, located in an ejected star system near IC 2497. Anthropogenic radio is extremely scarce. Analysis of radio suggests the presence of anti-modernist religious movements akin to Neo-Luddism on Earth. Attempts to engage in contact with CLEOMEDES resulted in no response. Further analysis suggests that 17 was a formerly space-faring civilization. It is unknown when or why the instance returned to a pre-agricultural state. 39 39 is the largest of three interstellar states in NGC 6946. 39 appears to have developed spacefaring technology enabling for brief faster-than-light movement, which has allowed it to set up a series of colonies in its immediate vicinity. It is typically involved with conflicts with two other space-faring instances of SCP-7775-α in the same galaxy — 38 and 40. 38, 39, and 40 avoid a large section of NGC 6946, accounting for roughly 62% of the galaxy's stellar mass, preferring to war with each other for habitable and arable territory instead of expanding into this region. The reasoning behind this remains unclear. 102 102 is located in M87. It is in a period of nuclear-armed nation states. The Foundation has made contact with a similar group in 102. 102 is home to an institution dedicated to organizing and containing anomalies and have similar technology to CLEOMEDES. This institution has been in brief contact with the Foundation and has confirmed their observation of the SCP-7775 anomaly. 119 119 is the remains of an instance in Dragonfly 44. No known specimens from 119 are known to be alive and the ruins of civilization are seen from the surface. Foundation research suggests that 119 was recently unified, after a long period of warring nation states, and were about to make initial forays into interstellar space. Tentative evidence suggests that 119 had developed highly advanced FTL technology. + Missives relating to SCP-7775-17 - Close attachment SECURITY CLEARANCE OF 3 REQUIRED HANDHELD IDENTIFICATION DEVICE DETECTED ENTER SECURITY CODE ON DEVICE VALIDATING CREDENTIALS CLEARANCE CONFIRMED 15/10/20██ Memo from CLEOMEDES board To all personnel assigned to working on top-level faster-than-light projects; Please note that there has been issued an immediate order to place these projects on hiatus. Report to Main Office for further briefing. 9/10/20██ Approximately three years ago, not too long after CLEOMEDES became operational, we recieved a missive from SCP-7775-17, which is odd considering the planet's anti-technology stance. Alongside it was a key for the purpose of quickly deciphering their language. It, when translated, came to a simple statement. WATCHING MAN. TURN OFF. The patterns are clear now. I have submitted my interpretation and my proposal for action to the board. Hopefully it's not too late. -Dr. Hinai Footnotes 1. 140/147 planets observed. 2. The discrepancy between the planet count and instance count is due to the presence of multi-system spanning instances. 3. Which has allowed us to very briefly achieve superluminality |
SCP-7776 | keter | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS RESTRICTED TO SITE-93 PERSONNEL ONLY. ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT APPROPRIATE AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. NOTICE FROM THE SITE-93 RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Due to the history of SCP-7776, this document has undergone radical changes in order to remain useful and informative. Included are the archived special containment procedures and object description for comparison and archival purposes. — Hektor Abruzzi, Director, S-93 RAISA Southeastern entrance into the village of ██████████ ████ upon discovery of SCP-7776. Item #: SCP-7776 Special Containment Procedures: + Show Archived Containment Procedures Close No more than 200 individuals may be aware of the existence of SCP-7776 at any given time. Should individuals outside Site-93 learn of SCP-7776, they are to be amnesticised and an investigation into how they learned of it is to be launched. A vast majority of those affected by SCP-7776 have taken residence in the village of ██████████ ████, which has been isolated as a quarantine zone as well as location of Site-93. Site-93 is an appropriately staffed Site dedicated to the study and containment of SCP-7776. No ritual activity is to be performed in association with SCP-7776 without explicit written permission and oversight by Site Director Pilecki; additionally, no personnel above Level 3 Clearance may be involved with the management of SCP-7776 without Director Pilecki's written request. Ritual activity may be conducted with SCP-7776 at the discretion of Site Director Pilecki. Ritual activity is to be performed with SCP-7776 on a monthly basis. Ritual activity with SCP-7776 is to be conducted on an as needed basis. Site-93 observes a specially-tailored communications outline in order to monitor and minimize communication to the outside, and therefore opportunities for a breach of containment through accidental sharing of SCP-7776's description. Additionally, see Document-93-C "Security Facilities" for an outline of Site-93's perimeter defenses. Personnel who approach Site-93 or request visitation are to be detained and undergo interrogation. Personnel determined to be affected by SCP-7776 may be subject to execution. Notice: These Containment Procedures are now obsolete. As part of the unique circumstances regarding SCP-7776’s effects, Site-93 acts as a largely independent facility with minimal oversight and contact with the greater Foundation. Communication with the outside is only to be performed by a rotating roster of three designated personnel, following the sanitization directives found in the attached documentation titled “Obscuring Communication”. Personnel are prohibited from unregulated recording of images or videos by any means; permission may be granted for personal photography of special occasions. In order to ensure privacy, Site-93’s property has been fitted with several monitored, but automated, anti-air systems as well as 3 strategically-placed sniper outposts. Personnel not assigned to Site-93 are not permitted within a 10km radius during travel. Foundation documentation regarding Site-93 is to describe the site in broad terms, specifying that it contains a ‘cognitohazardous object’, as well as a general summary of the above communication restrictions. It is also required to broadly describe the above situation regarding anti-air systems and snipers. Knowledge of SCP-7776 must be limited to a maximum of 200 individuals at any given time. Should individuals outside Site-93 learn of SCP-7776, they are to be apprehended, terminated, and an investigation into how they learned of it is to be launched. Site-93 is constructed surrounding and integrated into ██████████ ████, the local village which SCP-7776 is located within. This village operates autonomously but in partnership with the Foundation in the containment of SCP-7776, observing similar precautions in regards to communication monitoring and maintaining an insular community. Four agricultural zones are maintained in a previously-uninhabited location 18km from Site-93 to contribute to the diets of ██████████ ████’s inhabitants, as part of a comfort and normalcy effort. The use of anomalous technology, and in certain cases, other contained objects known to personnel stationed at Site-93, is permitted in the containment of SCP-7776 in lieu of full Foundation support. As such, a dedicated containment facility is maintained on-site. Here, anomalies temporarily reassigned to Site-93, or potential sub anomalies manifested by SCP-7776 and those irreversibly affected by related ritual activity, may be contained. In addition, an archive containing records of SCP-7776, ██████████ ████, and the local region previously discovered outside of the area. While the chances of discovery of any more documentation outside Site-93 is extraordinarily low, if any is discovered it is to be contained here for reference and study. A total of eight (8) Scantron Reality Anchors have been placed in the middle perimeter wall surrounding Site-93. See attached materials regarding protocol in the case where the anomaly requires the use of anomalous elements. Extant residents of ██████████ ████1 have been released and provided training by the Foundation to aid in the containment of SCP-7776. A number of these individuals have been granted Level 2 clearance exclusively in regards to SCP-7776, and are to assist in instructing and aiding Site-93 staff in the containment of that specific anomaly. Of note is that the people of ██████████ ████ and current Site personnel have jointly agreed to the prohibition of further children being born into the population. In the event that an unassigned Foundation member2 is detected approaching Site-93, they are to be detained regardless of ranking and interrogated to determine the extent of their knowledge concerning SCP-7776. Should they be determined to have fallen under SCP-7776’s effects, they are to be integrated into Site-93 staff until further review. Individuals of a level 4 clearance or higher, regardless of status or standing in the Foundation, affected by SCP-7776 are to be terminated. All staff and affected individuals are to convene in ██████████ ████ town hall at 9am daily, in order to allow for the reception of the day’s ritual dictation. Each ritual must be described in accurate detail before witnesses and recorded for posterity within the on-site network. Should it be determined that the received ritual is not excessively harmful or traumatic, the receiver of the vision may be allowed to undertake the ritual within the following 24 hours if they choose to do so. Should no ritual be undertaken within a period of nineteen (19) days, the next ritual3 must be undertaken as per decree of the on-site ethics committee and directors. Failure to complete a Critical Date Ritual is to be severely punished, and incentivizing programs are to be instituted to encourage ritual activity. Staff assigned to Site-93 and the people of ██████████ ████ must remain on-site until death, with escapees to be apprehended or terminated. As such, Site-93 has been outfitted with various recreational activities, therapeutic, amnestic and physical therapy suites. A wing of Site-93 is to be maintained for the purpose of providing counseling, palliative care and medical attention to staff following Ritual Procedures. Description: + Show Archived Description Close SCP-7776 is a specific line of deductive reasoning and associative thinking with cognitohazardous tendencies. The conclusion of a subject's investigation will provide them with knowledge of the existence of a groundwater well which they will believe to harbour a hostile entity, intelligence, or force within. This groundwater well is situated in an undisclosed location in the High Tatra mountain range, which border Slovakia and Poland. Cognitohazardous effects have been determined to spread specifically through media directly referencing the well's appearance, or secondary media derived from this. Individuals effected by SCP-7776 feel compelled to participate in hazardous ritual behavior around the well in an effort to appease a hostile presence they believe resides within, and will do so periodically. Such behavior often results in grievous harm towards the participants, frequently via anomalous means, but does not deter further ritual behavior. Should those afflicted by SCP-7776 believe a course of action undertaken to prevent a hostile entity emerging from the well to be anomalous, said course of action will become anomalous via the tulpa effect. Note: This description is incorrect and outdated, see below for details. SCP-7776 is a groundwater well that exists in the centre of ██████████ ████4, possessing a unique structural composition which does not match building materials or compositional techniques historically common to its immediate region. It possesses various anomalous qualities, the most immediate of which being cognitohazardous afflictions of one's perception of the well. These effects persist in situ, through audiovisual media, or through one's understanding and familiarity with the well. Cognitohazardous anomalies can become ingrained in an individual who has merely learned about the well's appearance in a complete enough description, and does not rely on visual or tactile contact. Afflicted individuals describe that they can perceive a gateway or window at the bottom of the well, which leads to a pocket dimension, cavern, or rarely, a 'bubble' that houses an undefined hostile force. This force (hereby SCP-7776-A5) is described only in an individual's understanding of its apparent intentions, and never a physical appearance or assumed nature. Descriptions universally describe the intent to climb the well and enter our reality, as well as an immense cruelty and capacity to enact harm to all life on earth. This understanding also comes with an understanding that this malice may be repelled through performance of a daily ritual. The well becomes the subject of intense fear, recurring nightmares, and an aversion towards discussing the anomaly, favouring compulsive self-soothing behaviours and a desire to perform said ritual. Each day at 9:27pm, one or more persons affected by SCP-7776 will experience an audiovisual hallucination 'informing' them of a set of ritual behaviour to be performed nearby SCP-7776, in order to ensure SCP-7776-A will not emerge. Hallucinations are described as 'visions', often in the religious sense, and are painful to the subject's eyes and teeth. Rituals are often painful, degrading, or possibly deadly, as well as nonsensical and expensive in both monetary and other senses. Amnestics may remove an individual's affliction by the fear of SCP-7776-A, but will not remove the occurrence of these visions. Often visions will reinstate SCP-7776's effect, through the mental image of the well imposing itself on the subject. Ritual visions are never identical, though certain trends and themes recur fairly often. Each ritual has incorporated a specific chant into its procedure, referred to here as the "standard ritual chant". This chant is not in any known language or dialect, and any meaning it may carry is unknown. Personnel are not spontaneously capable of reciting said chant, but instead feel as if they must attempt it to the best of their ability. After experiencing a vision, afflicted subjects experience a powerful urge to carry out the ritual in order to prevent the ingress of SCP-7776-A into our reality. This urge will gradually fade if actions are not performed within a 24-hour period, though subjects will usually experience additional, infrequent visions in following days. The process or criteria determining which individual or individuals will experience these visions is not known, and is believed to be random. Additional visions will depict increasingly complex and invasive rituals, leading to the mental degradation of subjects through heavy stress. SCP-7776's secondary effects on local reality will also become increasingly pronounced. As such, it is imperative that rituals be carried out as soon as is deemed safe or acceptable, in order to minimize complications. Rituals seem to develop according to the number of subjects who share the corresponding visions, as well as the resources available. Complexity and cost scale drastically with group size, and will often introduce elements that call upon great personal or professional costs to specific individuals. This may include emotional tolls, monetary transactions, political influence, and in certain cases, the use of other anomalous items within the reach of the Foundation in order to complete. The scale of a ritual may also demand additional persons being 'brought in', whether for inclusion in the performance, or rarely, as a captive audience. It is inconsistent whether the failure of a given ritual may lead to SCP-7776 imposing severe effects on local reality, and reactions from the object do not correspond to ritual scale, complexity, or violence. Failures universally expand SCP-7776's influence, however, and must be avoided. The ambient effects of SCP-7776 are profound, though the area of effect is limited and centered on the well itself. Liquids that pass beyond approximately a metre of SCP-7776’s mouth convert into a thick corrosive fluid. This fluid has shown to be able to sustain biological function in damaged human tissue when removed form SCP-7776 and diluted with 1 part fluid and 8 parts water. Weather patterns in a 17km radius of Site-93 remain overcast despite anticipated regional weather patterns, with multiple thunderstorms and snowstorms each month year-round. Native wildlife passively maintain a distance of approximately 10km of SCP-7776. Migratory bird populations will pass through this 10km range, but flight patterns often form spirals or rings, and birds display severe confusion upon landing within the area of effect. No notable effects persist in animals that enter and then leave this area of influence. Persons residing within SCP-7776’s area of effect (e.g., residents of ██████████ ████ and long-term inhabitants assigned to Site-93) may experience anomalous developments. Physical changes, such as normally straight hair becoming curly, or fingerprints changing into irregular spiral shapes, are semi-common effects and do not appear to be hazardous. On occasion, personnel may discover spontaneous dental growth in the palate in a spiral configuration. Several individuals have spontaneously experienced ocular degeneration, with their pupils and irises changing in shape. As Foundation personnel remain in Site-93 for longer, similar alterations are being discovered with increasing frequency. As stated above, nightmares and visual hallucinations are not uncommon in individuals who spend time within SCP-7776’s area of effect. The feeling of being watched, audio hallucinations of whispering or distant gibberish, or the feeling of hands and breath upon one’s bare skin are reported. These are believed to be connected to SCP-7776, and not the result of natural stress responses. Should no spontaneous visions, and therefore no ritual activity, occur in the vicinity of SCP-7776 for more than a week or more, the above effects will become far more pronounced and severe. The area of effect will expand outward and other, more severe effects may occur. This includes unstable or randomly shifting topography, precipitation composed of viscera, mental fog, mass hysteria or more. On several occasions, SCP-7776 flooded, with volumes of corrosive fluids and fragmentary fresh human remains ejected from the mouth of the well. During these occasions, humanoid figures composed of mud appeared in the immediate radius of the well, and an extreme increase in the apparent population of aggressive Rattus norvegicus or common brown rat appeared within ██████████ ████ and Site-93. Excerpts from the Log of Rituals: + Access Log Close Due to the severity of SCP-7776's reality warping influence, the performance of rituals is imperative to not only minimising these effects but also in preventing the entry of SCP-7776-A into our world. Those who have studied SCP-7776 for an extended period of time such as those of us at Site-93, the villagers residing in ██████████ ████ before the Foundation's arrival or other groups encountering the anomaly long before have all noted the sheer randomness presented in the visions detailing the rituals. While the rituals do become more complex, harmful and dangerous as time between rituals grown many of those interviewed commented on a belief that luck is a significant factor in not only the assignment of visions, but also the content of the rituals. Beyond the universally negative nature of the rituals, the only commonality between them is a requirement to recite a chant in an unknown language. Research to identify this chant remains underway. Date: 12/03/2003 Persons involved: Senior Researcher John Rollins Days since last ritual: 8 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: The subject removed all clothing and embedded 17 nails in the sole of each foot and proceeded to use the blood from this action to draw a spiral glyph on his chest. The subject then proceeded to perform a fast jig dance around SCP-7776 whilst repeating the standard ritual chant for 174 minutes until loss of consciousness. Notes: Subject was taken for treatment immediately following the ritual, and is expected to regain the ability to walk again within three months. Date: 31/11/2010 Persons involved: Jan Nowak, Zuzanna Nowak, Sgt. Mark Albrecht, Dr Sadie Parker, Tucker Pedersen, Pvt. Hayden Samuels. Days since last ritual: 19 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: All subjects were required to draw straws, with the individual drawing the shortest straw6 to flee into the area surrounding Site-93. After a period of one hour the remaining subjects pursued and proceeded to hunt Pedersen for 256 minutes before terminating them via gunshot. A cut of meat from the deceased was then prepared and consumed by remaining subjects. Surviving subjects then carried the body back to Site-93 and deposited it into SCP-7776 after intoning the standard ritual chant. Notes: Psychological counseling was provided to the surviving subjects. Significant unrest was noted in the population of former D-Class personnel due to the deceased's former similar status. All ritual participants were noted to have been directed by their visions to choose a subject to hunt, and elected to make this decision in the fairest way possible. Date: 17/8/2008 Persons involved: Dr Kateoina Szabó Days since last ritual: 3 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: Dr Szabó collected all photographs and mementos of loved ones outside the site and deposited them within SCP-7776 while reciting the standard ritual chant. Notes: All deposited items were reported to visibly smoulder but remain atop the surface of SCP-7776's corrosive liquid for a period of 24 hours until the enactment of the next ritual. Date: 3/5/2000 Persons involved: Site Director Svarog Pilecki Days since last ritual: 32 Completed: No Ritual summary: Director Pilecki reported receiving a vision detailing himself ordering the retrieval of SCP-███ from Site-██ and force-feeding it SCP-7776's corrosive liquid in large quantities whilst reciting the standard ritual chant before directing its release in the nearest civilian settlement of [REDACTED]. Notes: Director Pilecki resigned command of Site-93 on condition of being rendered ineligible for promotion following Event-7776-Omega. Ring recovered from SCP-7776. Date: 13/10/2020 Persons involved: Pvt. Grace Porosus Days since last ritual: 19 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: Subject recovered an ornate ring from SCP-7776 and placed it on her left ring finger before reciting a slight variant of the standard ritual chant. The subject then proceeded to consume a sample of SCP-7776's corrosive liquid with no ill effect. Following the ritual, the ring was unable to be removed. Notes: On the 13/10/2021 Pvt. Porosus failed to report for guard duty and was later located within her quarters in an excited catatonic state with numerous semi-human bite wounds on her person. Pvt. Porosus appears unable to vocalise except through sobbing and laughter. Treatment has been unsuccessful. Date: 25/12/2014 Persons involved: Jan Nowak, Zuzanna Nowak, Nina Nowak Days since last ritual: 18 Completed: No Ritual summary: Jan and Zuzanna Nowak experienced a vision describing a ritual to be enacted wherein they were to place their youngest child (Nina Nowak, 4) inside a large sack alongside several stones, recite the standard ritual chant, and deposit the child into SCP-7776. Notes: All subjects were distressed by this vision but willing to participate in the ritual. Despite the protestations of one Rostek Ossendowski7 it was determined by Foundation personnel that the ritual was not to be completed. Date: 23/2/2021 Persons involved: Tomáš Bača Days since last ritual: 2 Completed: No Ritual summary: Mr. Bača experienced a vision describing ritual wherein he was to retrieve a packet of unknown seeds from within SCP-7776, recite the standard ritual chant, and plant them in specific locations within Site-93's agricultural zone, 20km from SCP-7776. Notes: Due to the vision failing to adequately depict the consequences of completing this ritual, it was deemed too great a risk to the survival of the staff. Date: 28/4/2022 Persons involved: Cmdr. Arthur Shepherd, Hillevi Kemppainen Days since last ritual: 1 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: Subjects consumed an uncooked goat shank, depositing the bone into SCP-7776 when finished. The subjects then placed a cover and bedding over SCP-7776, recited the standard ritual chant, and slept for 9 hours over the well. Notes: Both subjects have subsequently been observed spending large portions of time together following this ritual. Investigation is underway. Date: 5/9/2018 Persons involved: Dr. Hank Gardener Days since last ritual: 13 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: The subject retrieved a knife from SCP-7776 and proceeded to remove a portion of muscle from his upper thigh, recite the standard ritual chant, and consume the removed material. Notes: Prompt medical attention was able to ensure minimal damage to the subject's mobility, with a stomach pump administered as soon as was possible. Date: 27/10/2021 Persons involved: Sgt. G. Chuluunbold Days since last ritual: 16 Completed: No Ritual summary: Sgt. Chuluunbold received a vision instructing him to recite the standard ritual chant before utilising on-site defenses to fire upon civilian air traffic. Notes: All parties unanimously rejected the proposition of enacting this ritual. Date: 19/11/2021 Persons involved: Dr. Gordon ██████ Days since last ritual: 1 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: Dr. Gordon approached SCP-7776 and withdrew a 750ml glass jar from within the well, and proceeded to urinate into it while reciting the standard ritual chant. Once the vessel had been filled, Dr. Gordon sealed the jar with its cap and deposited it within the well. Notes: Dr. Gordon reported feelings of humiliation and confusion following the event. Date: 16/12/2007 Persons involved: Dr. Amir Reddy, Pvt. Evelyn Tanner, Jackson Welles, Dr. Max Venturi, Abel Bonhart. Days since last ritual: 10 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: All subjects gathered around SCP-7776, drew blood from their left palms and proceeded to draw spiral symbols on one another's foreheads before forming a circle around SCP-7776. The subjects then continuously recited the standard ritual chant as they circled SCP-7776 in a clockwise direction a total of seventeen times. All subjects' hands gradually became grafted together over the course of the ritual. Notes: Surgery to separate the subjects' hands was rapidly undertaken following enactment of the ritual under the guidance of Dr. Reddy over the course of seven hours, and was able to return up to 90% mobility in affected areas. The subjects reported that in spite of understanding the risks of the ritual, they felt obligated to enact it in an effort to prevent larger numbers of site staff from suffering. Discovery: + Discovery Close Northern interior wall of ██████████ ████, constructed in the late 14th century. SCP-7776 was discovered by the Foundation in March of 2000, after ‘first contact’ was made with the inhabitants of ██████████ ████. Members of rescue organizations pursuing the wreckage of flight JQ-7923 reported being fired upon by groups of local civilians in an apparently uninhabited area of the High Tatras mountain range, including several recognized to be survivors of the disappeared plane. Upon interception by law enforcement, civilian inhabitants of the village were found to be without records or identification, or familiarity with modern technology (or, computers in general). The Foundation took notice after it became evident that all civilians carried the same warnings regarding the danger in the mountains, and the consistency of phrasing across several dozen individuals. Satellite imaging was able to locate the village of ██████████ ████, and remote surveillance was performed until the plane’s remains were discovered just over 7km from the village. Several survivors were identified, as was the route they took by foot to ██████████ ████. As observation continued, it was believed that the inhabitants were under the effect of an anomalous force, and had coerced the survivors of flight JQ-7923 to participate in rituals and come under the influence of SCP-7776. At this time, no Foundation Personnel had become affected by what would later be defined as SCP-7776, so it was theorized that the villagers were the root cause of the anomaly. It was decided that ██████████ ████ would be converted into a remote Site, and Foundation operatives were to contain the inhabitants of the village, with the rescue of the airline survivors being a secondary objective. This was dubbed Operation “Golden Eagle”-A, and was largely successful as per the objectives defined in the mission plans. Despite this, numerous inhabitants of the village were able to flee into the surrounding wilderness. Construction of the Site began, and the village's inhabitants were contained for study, along with any survivors of flight JQ-7923 determined to be affected by SCP-7776. Site-93 personnel then began searching for the escaped villagers, and any Foundation personnel affected by SCP-7776 were instructed to report any symptoms and were administered amnestics, as it was believed that the anomaly was an infohazard spread by the villagers rather than from what is now known as SCP-7776 today. With no rituals being performed, SCP-7776's reality altering effects rapidly became increasingly pronounced. As the villagers were thought to be the source of the effect, study into the captured villagers was made the highest priority. Within a week the entire site personnel body was affected by SCP-7776, and many had begun to call for rituals to be performed. These individuals were contained alongside 62 of ██████████ ████'s inhabitants. The following weeks were marked by rising casualties to SCP-7776's effects, with Site Director Svarog Pilecki being forced to order reinforcements from other Foundation Sites. By April, SCP-7776 reached a critical point, affecting an area with an irregular radius averaging 80km and causing catastrophic casualties, resulting in Event-7776-Omega (see Addendum 7776-Omega). Following these events, Site Director Svarog Pilecki established current containment procedures. Materials required to finish construction of SCP-7776 were ordered from the larger Foundation to be delivered to a remote delivery point, and additional resources were sourced from other organisations in an effort to disguise Site-93's imminent secession from the Foundation. Upon completion of Site-93, the following message was sent to the O5 Council. A message from Site-93 Four months ago 783 souls were sent to contain SCP-7776 in the frigid mountains, uprooting their lives and settling an area unknown to the modern world. They left behind families and friends, knowing that by rounding up these dangerous anomalies they would be keeping the world safe. They were wrong, as was I, and that has led to the deaths of 692 of these brave souls. For the insane ramblings of the people we believed to be so dangerous were not so crazed, and even less dangerous. In fact they have been doing our job for us for hundreds of years. They tried to warn us of an anomaly we didn't believe in, even as we interrogated them under the misguided belief that they were under the effect of an infohazardous mindset. All the while they tried to explain to us the danger that we and the world were in. I am writing to you now to warn you that this threat is very real. SCP-7776 is not an idea guiding individuals towards thaumaturgy and anomalous rituals, rather it is the reason these rituals must be performed, and it is the reason that you must not know any more than is absolutely necessary. What we guard at this site has the potential to harm anyone who comes into contact with it, but with a Foundation presence it has the potential to harm billions through us, including the entire SCP Foundation. That is the reason that as of now there is no longer an us. Effective immediately, you are to cease monitoring of this Site. We have already scrubbed your servers of records relating to SCP-7776 that would be harmful to the Foundation and to you on the council personally, and have implemented our own remote sub-net on-Site. You may contact us at your leisure through this secure line, but be aware that in order to properly contain SCP-7776 we will not be at liberty to disclose any information beyond what you already know. This is for the safety and integrity of the SCP Foundation and the O5 Council, and we will not allow you to become compromised. While we mean no harm to any of our sister sites or any Foundation Personnel, be warned that we have no choice but to enforce this parting with lethal force. A 20km exclusion zone around Site-93 is now in effect, and anyone seen entering this zone will be terminated. This is for the good of all. I do not doubt that you will attempt to reconnect with us, and we have taken measures to prevent this. You will not see the inside of this Site, and you will not be compromised by SCP-7776. I am sorry it needed to end this way. Goodbye. Site Director Svarog Pilecki, Site-93. History of ██████████ ████ Current understanding leads us to believe that ██████████ ████ was founded sometime before the year 549 AD; an especially old structure in the southern edge of the village bears Roman iconography warning of plague within the town8. In 1379 Pope Urban VI and King Louis I of Hungary (which then incorporated Slovakia) ordered the village purged of its population for as of yet unclear reasons. Despite its isolation, ██████████ ████ has historically been self-sufficient. The primary mundane issue the town has historically suffered is inbreeding as a result of its natural isolation, with new arrivals often being lost hikers, plane crash survivors, or other lost individuals. As a result of this, the town's culture has a cosmopolitan nature, incorporating elements of new arrivals' cultures. On two occasions, individuals have discovered forgotten records indicating SCP-7776’s existence and become afflicted with its mental effect, and come to ██████████ ████ through great personal expense; the archives where these records were discovered have since been acquired, filtered, and replaced. Among residents, SCP-7776 is reviled and described as the door to "Obávaná Ohavnosť9", a description of the malicious force as an apocalyptic figure. As such, the performing of rituals to prevent this is seen as a shared responsibility among all residents of the village. Residents are tasked with chores and work six days a week, and maintain close multigenerational bonds, as well as a culture of mutual aid to ensure every member is supported. The town’s religion is nominally Catholic, though with a blend of Eastern Orthodox and regional Christian traditions as well. Of note are twelve suits of armor displayed within the central church, each bearing the coat of arms of the Confraternity of Saint George's Knights. Residents of the town attribute these as belonging to a group of "Saviors" from the middle ages. Many homes within the village have a space dedicated to altars believed to be a corruption of catholic shrines, with residents describing them as aiding in the containment of SCP-7776. It is unknown if this claim is accurate, and research into a belief-based effect on SCP-7776 is ongoing. Many residents of ██████████ ████ display physiological and psychological abnormalities. It is believed that this is due to not only long-term effects of inbreeding and exposure to SCP-7776, but also the cultural and mental coping mechanisms required to inhabit such a remote, stressful environment. Long-term residents have displayed higher than usual pain tolerance, stress thresholds and individualism than seen outside of ██████████ ████, in addition the occasional manifestation of low-level reality warping abilities, usually minor telekinesis. Individuals born in the town have a higher rate of congenital conditions such as heterochromia, albinism, arachnodactyly and acromegaly. Following Event-7776-Omega and the completion of Site-93, Foundation personnel have largely been accepted by the inhabitants of ██████████ ████. Foundation technology and infrastructure has greatly benefited the population with the introduction of electricity, modern medical technology, agricultural technology, manufacturing and construction. It is hoped that a combination of the Foundation's expertise in containment and the local populations longstanding traditions and knowledge surrounding SCP-7776 may aid in the anomaly's long-term containment and harm reduction in regards to its harmful effects on the afflicted. + Dariush Saberi Interview, 19/10/2003 Close File photo of Dariush Saberi circa 2006. Interviewed: Dariush Saberi Interviewer: Dr. James Okello Foreword: Following the integration of ██████████ ████'s population into Site-93, Mr. Saberi has offered to explain aspects of the town's culture, history and relationship with SCP-7776. <Begin Log> Dr. Okello: Thank you for offering your time to us Mr. Saberi, it's appreciated. Mr. Saberi: Not at all, if you are going to be staying here it's important for you to know our ways. A lot have been here even longer than me or were even born here, so they're pretty set in their ways. Dr. Okello: So you were not born here then? Mr. Saberi: Well that's just jumping straight into it. Didn't even give me a chance to light my smoke. Mr. Saberi proceeds to roll and light a cigarette as he talks. Mr. Saberi: Want one? Dr. Okello: I'm fine, thank you. Mr. Saberi: Good, was only offering to be polite. And no, I wasn't born here. I was just some tourist, I wanted to see wild animals. Really wild, you know? From the virgin forests not on the back of a truck on a safari. Trekked up from ███████, had my camera, tent, provisions and all. I'd been out here for weeks photographing a pack of wolves. Real wolves, not those hair covered half dogs city folk call wolves, and before you knew it there were no animals anywhere anymore. Dr. Okello: What do you mean? Mr. Saberi: I mean there was nothing. No tracks, no sound, no smell. It was like a world where only plants existed. Of course I know now it was because they were smarter than me, they were afraid of the Well and I hadn't a clue. Dr. Okello: We have observed that. Mr. Saberi: Yes, most notice that first. The next thing I noticed was Serj. An Azerbaijani pointing a gun at me and screaming something or other. I had no clue, but I knew there was no cover behind me, so I ran through him. I wasn't about to get shot and I figured there would be better places to hide behind him. Fool I was. Dr. Okello: You didn't know then. Mr. Saberi: Well I do now. He chased me trying to save my life, stop me seeing the Well, and I kept running. He didn't even have any bullets I found out later. Too late, my life was already over, I'd seen the well over a hill and it felt like I'd been kicked by a mule. The fear, always worst when you see it for the first time. Dr. Okello: I remember my first time, yes. What happened when you entered the village? Mr. Saberi: They seemed sad, they felt bad for me. I was put in a room and everyone talked at me until someone spoke Iranian. Then they explained where I was, that I couldn't leave, and what would happen. I panicked. Tried to run, but there were dozens of them, and I was tied to a board. Stayed that way until my first Vision, and then I understood. There was no leaving. It was my job now, to make sure Obávaná Ohavnosť never comes out of that well. Dr. Okello: That's quite a change in attitude. How long did that take? Mr. Saberi: More than a week. Less than two. What helped is the kindness I was shown. My wailing and crying were not scorned, but met with sympathy. I think had they been the savages I first believed them to be I may have taken my own life. Dr. Okello: I see. Well, thank you your honesty. Mr. Saberi: Welcome. Dr. Okello: So what can you tell me of the culture here? Mr. Saberi: Everything centers around the Well. It's our duty to keep Obávaná Ohavnosť trapped down there, and we do everything we can in service of that duty. In fact many here think you do not take this duty seriously enough. Dr. Okello: How so? Mr. Saberi: They think you wait too long between rituals. Before you came it was never longer than three days between them. Dr. Okello: And the psychological toll of such frequent rituals? Mr. Saberi shrugs. Mr. Saberi: You get used to it. Dr. Okello: I see. We will take that under advisement. Mr. Saberi: Mhm. Besides, you've seen how we look after one another. The dances, plays. I met my wife here, because we are open and tender. Our hearts must be open to joy and truth rather than steeled against the good and the bad. Dr. Okello: I can see the virtue in that. Is that why religion is so important to your people? Mr. Saberi: Our people. And yes, we take our comfort where we can get it. Those of us who were born here even say that that the church was built by heroes from a far away land. It helps give us hope, especially since it's true. Dr. Okello: It is? Mr. Saberi: That's one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you. Mr. Saberi produces a timber chest from his rucksack and passes it to Dr. Okello. Mr. Saberi: These are letters from the heroes, they'll explain all about the church and the walls. Dr. Okello: I see. I'll be sure our researchers get these. Thank you. Mr. Saberi: Mhm. Dr. Okello: Before I go, there is one other thing I need to ask. In all our research, we have not been able to understand how we receive the rituals. If Obávaná Ohavnosť is so powerful and dreadful, it seems odd that we would simply be presented the opportunity to stop it daily. Why do we receive them? Is there any reason taught here? anything at all? Mr. Saberi: Now that's the age old question isn't it? Some of the old timers when I first came here used to talk about some legendary figure that fought Obávaná Ohavnosť, forced it into the well and cursed it to be bound by the rituals. I think that's crap, so do most of us. The prevailing theory is that it's a defense mechanism of the universe or ordained by God, you know? It's adapted to things trying to get in this way. But that doesn't feel right to me either. Dr. Okello: What feels right to you then? Surely not the theory that the rituals are a game it plays? Mr. Saberi: No, that's horse shit. If it were a game it wouldn't try so hard to win, it would just win. I think it's all just random chance. Luck. Dr. Okello: Luck? Mr. Saberi: Yeah, luck. No one ever asked why vampires need permission to enter a building, they just need it. Lucky. Same thing here, we just got lucky that that thing in the Well needs us to fail if it wants us to get in. That's all. No more no less. Dr. Okello: That's certainly an interesting theory, Mr. Saberi. It may well be the case. But we prefer to know things for certain. Mr. Saberi: Good luck with that. <End Log> Closing Statement: Examination of the box and its contents provided by Mr. Saberi proved to be enlightening as to elements of ██████████ ████'s history regarding its absence from maps and general knowledge. In addition to medieval era holy artifacts, the box contained copies of letters sent from a knight of the Confraternity of Saint George's Knights addressed to a superior at the Vatican in the late 14th century. + Documentation: Dragomari Andrat, CCSG Close Your Eminence, Cardinal Tebaldeschi, Despite this most terrible winter, we have at last found this cursed hamlet and indeed the King10 was most wise to beseech His Holiness11 for aid. Not yet two days have passed and already we have witnessed most terrible unholy rites performed. It is our belief that surely this is why the plague refused to touch this place. We have taken the settlement with little difficulty, for they possess no walls or militia, and have placed many of the pagans in irons for questioning. They of course deceive and blaspheme with their every breath. They claim to be godly people, yet only four are able to recite a simple Hail Mary. I regret to inform you that despite our swift occupation of the hamlet many pagans did escape into the forest. Brother Cabbani is confident they will be carried off by wolfs and cold, but there has been no sight nor sound of any game for days now. Rest assured our sorties will hunt them down and bring them to holy justice. For now we shall put any who refuse to take the cross to the sword. Yours in Christ, Dragomari Andrat, Knight Commander. Your Eminence, Cardinal Tebaldeschi, It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that our hunt for the pagans has been plagued with failure and misfortune. While my men are great and formidable knights, these pagans hide and use foul sorcery to hinder us. These woods are thick, and the terrain too difficult for our horses. Even in the light of the sun, it can be dark as a moonless night in the deep woods, and they know this. At least we may thank the grace of God that no wolfs or bears trouble us here. I believe they are afraid of what the heathens have done to this place, for the only beasts we see here are scabrous rats and the birds whose passing overhead seems to my eyes twisted and ungodly. Even such pure creatures as they are not safe from this evil. Whats more is that the pagans steal into the hamlet past our watch to put spells and curses on us in the night. With each passing day their toll weighs ever heavier on our hearts. The foul well here is clearly a great and terrible source of their magick, and has become a most frightful thing to behold. Daily we are plagued with terrible visions of this diaboli anomali12, and our attempts to destroy it are met with no avail. Even black powder, battering ram and catapult fail to leave so much as a scratch. I fear that these pagans may take many months to root out, and as their spells continue to take their toll it will only become all the more tiresome. Already we have lost seven brothers to these foul magicks, but we have driven off each attempt by the pagans to reach their well. Brothers Fiore, Lancia, Caracciolo and Palude simply sank into the ground itself as if it were not there. Those we have captive claim to detest the well as much as we, but offer only taunts in reply to questioning, claiming that we must engage in their sorcery to save ourselves. If I might speak frankly, your Eminence, this business troubles me to my very soul. While I must present as bold and unbothered by the events around me for the sake of the men, I have never before seen a diaboli anomali such as this. The visions with which it plagues us are so vile, but also of a nature that could not be known to any but ones self and the Lord. On the sabbath I was plagued with a vision wherein I took my blade and cleaved Brother Ferruccio open, only to seal Brother Enzo within him with needle and thread. How can this be? Long have I feared such a fate, as my father warned would befall me should I stray from my tasks when I was but a boy, but not to a single soul have I confessed this. No diaboli anomali I have faced has known of this weakness before, so why does this? I shall report on progress when it comes, though I expect it shall be slow. God be with us. Yours in Christ, Dragomari Andrat, Knight Commander. Your Eminence, Cardinal Tebaldeschi, We have been fools. Even as the heavens rain blood upon us and the very earth has swallowed knight and pagan with no discernation, we have remained steadfast in our mission. All but myself and eighteen others have survived this place. We are cut off now, a horde of vermin encircles the hamlet and mercilessly consume any who stray too close. Even plate stands no chance, as Brother Nicholas so awfully demonstrated. The earth at times births blasphemous deformities of mud and timbers that stalk the night, impaling those unfortunate to be in their paths upon themselves like macabre pennons. We dare not trust our own eyes, for we are plagued with fleeting visions of demons moving within the walls themselves. How we share these delusions I can not say, but to believe them to be true seems almost worse than to not trust ones own eyes. The very earth beneath our feet is more akin to a battlefield than mud and sod, having turned to fetid meat that mingles with the mud underfoot. I have taken those of us left to the center of the village around the diaboli anomali and have erected defenses. Among us are the remaining pagans, who while lacking in skill at arms possess great conviction and fortitude. I am ashamed to say that I have been uncharitable in my assessment of these people. Godless though they are, they have proven to be willing converts. Indeed many take strength from the Lords grace, and have joined us at prayer. Conversing with them openly has taught me that these people were pagans not by choice, but happenstance. They have fallen prey to a terrible demon that makes his home within the well here, and have taken it upon themselves to keep it sealed within lest it emerge and spread its corruption elsewhere. The visions that have hounded us are in fact the key to salvation, for they are the weapon used to combat this demon. The visions appear nightly now, more terrible with each passing day. The earth heaves like the belly of a pregnant mother, and it has been four days since we last glimpsed the sun. This can only mean the demon draws ever nearer, and it is clear what we must do. We have attempted to vanquish this evil by all of our means, exhausting our holy water and spirits to no avail. All that is left is to heed the visions and pray that it is God's will, for I know not what else we can do. I draw strength from the knowledge that only the Lord sees mens hearts, and perhaps that means our visions have been his will. Lord help us. Yours in Christ, Dragomari Andrat, Knight Commander. Your Eminence, Cardinal Tebaldeschi, It is done. Three nights ago we performed a most horrible rite to drive the demon back into its lair, but now only twelve of us remain. We have paid a terrible price, but order has been restored. Gone are the rats and blood, and I can think clearly once more. But our rite was not enough. Still we are granted Vision from the Lord. It is clear we must remain here to guard this place. No weapon has proven capable of destroying the well, and I fear that any who gaze upon it shall be ensnared just as we have. I am sorry to say we have failed in our mission. All that is left now is to ensure that this cursed place cannot take more souls. It is my proposal that ██████████ ████ is to be forgotten. Every map, every text, every scrap of knowledge is to be erased from the world so that none may come and be ensnared by this burden. We survivors shall fortify the town for this very purpose, and shall require resupply to do so. Any who stray too close must be turned away by force, so the demons influence may stretch no further than it already has. Once our work is done and the fortifications built, we shall remain and serve out our days in opposition to this foul well. While we may have failed to destroy it thus far, I am confident that in time the strength shall be granted us to shatter our adversary, for surely with its destruction so too shall come that of the demon. I pray that some day we may succeed. I am also pleased to bring tidings of the villagers here. All have accepted the Lord into their hearts, and they yearn with all their hearts for a house of God to be built in this place. Surely this is a sign that what I propose is just. Yours in Christ, Dragomari Andrat, Knight Commander. Addendum 7776-1: Log of anomalous phenomena and artifacts. The following tables have been compiled as a means of recording notable events and artifacts believed to be related to SCP-7776 and SCP-7776-A. It is hoped that through the cataloguing of this information that these anomalies will be better understood. For the sake of brevity, only particularly noteworthy examples are recorded here. For full tables, please see document 7776-tables-168-238-AP. Table of artifacts Table of events and phenomena Designation Location Description Notes Village Paths Site-93 Thoroughfares and walkways within the walls of the village are constructed of cobblestones or timber plants in the earth, connecting all areas of the village. Paths will occasionally shift in a clockwise direction, often redirecting an individual's path towards SCP-7776. Mural-WHA2 Interior wall of a hut basement A painted mural depicting various figures of semi-humanoid and draconic natures within a black and red void beneath a circular light source. When asked about the origin of the mural, villagers reported its painter having entered SCP-7776 several years prior. Document-7776-218 Village Church A leather-bound book with numerous pages detailing previously enacted rituals prior to Foundation intervention dating back to 1982. No ritual in this book was ever seen to be repeated. Supply Depot Site-93 A dilapidated building used as a supply depot prior to the arrival of the Foundation. Contents include remnants of several different aircraft and items carried by missing persons. Several items are consistent with field gear utilised by various GOIs in the mid 1960's. Armet-1 SCP-7776 A corroded 15th century Milanese armet13 fused with remnants of a human skull. The helm appears to bisect the skull, with only the right-hand side of the skull remaining on the inside of the helmet. Funerary Site 38km from Site-93 a 4x2x0.6m stone slab within a forest clearing. Used for funerary rites by residents of the area prior to Foundation involvement. Gym equipment B-9 Site-93 gymnasium A standard 20kg Olympic barbell bent into a spiral shape. Barbell was straightened and returned to the gymnasium. Severed Appendage-8 SCP-7776 The left arm of an adult male. Identified as that belonging to Agent Lee, having been lost in a ritual the previous year. Idol Statuette-G3 Village Antechamber A 73x46x32cm statuette depicting a six-armed skeletal humanoid crucified upon a spiral glyph. Constructed from an unknown black stone material. Persons within a 10m radius of the item report feelings of unease and being watched. Coat of Arms-1-10 Supply Depot A collection of 10 flags bearing a spiral glyph. Reported to be multiple attempts to display the coat of arms of the CCSG, but changed over time to form a spiral shape. Equine remains SCP-7776 The heavily altered skeletal structure of a horse. Reassembly showed it to possess numerous humanoid arms emerging from its neck, carnivorous dentition, and a disproportionately long tail. Following reassembly, older residents of ██████████ ████ identified it as the remains of a mule altered during a ritual event. Sword-A Village Church An unusually large single handed iron migration period sword inlaid with bronze measuring 88cm in length. Displays corrosion on parts of the blade but none of the deterioration present in blades of similar age. Oral tradition asserts this blade was used by an unnamed heroic figure to seal SCP-7776-A within SCP-7776. Research is pending. Bench-3 Site-93 courtyard Standard Foundation issue bench seating. Rotated 30 degrees over a period of six years. Rotation will cause it to face SCP-7776 within 12 years. Tattoo-FA2 Agent West, shoulder Spiral glyph tattoo, detailed to appear as being made with numerous small cuts. Replaced a previous tattoo of Agent West's daughter over a period of years. Event Type Date Description of Event Notes Transfiguration Numerous The contents of Site meals such as stews, soups, unbroken eggs and puddings were converted into the same corrosive material found in SCP-7776. On one occasion soup already consumed was converted in this fashion, leading to the affected party requiring life saving surgery. Wildlife Numerous Flocking birds passing over SCP-7776's area of effect are observed to frequently form unusual spiral shaped aerial formations. No avian life has been observed to willingly land within SCP-7776's area of effect. Psychological 1/9/2008 Jr Researcher Dowes reported experiencing a nightmare where she was pulled into SCP-7776 by a monster with numerous hands, before physically changing into a similar form themself. A prescription for sleep aid medication was granted to Jr Researcher Dowes. Wildlife 19/10/2011 Numerous heavily mutated rats emerged from SCP-7776 and experienced what appeared to be severe seizures before dying. In addition to numerous tumors, the rats were observed to have multiple extraneous limbs and partially formed additional heads. Psychological 9/1/2009 Phillip Lapointe experienced a nightmare in which a vaguely draconic entity emerged from SCP-7776 and recited his mother's address. Queries into Lapointe's mother's wellbeing have shown that she is not in danger or under the effect of any anomaly. Psychological 23/7/2022 Director Svarog Pilecki reported experiencing a nightmare in which he was attempting to rescue former Director Eliza Németh from a black whirlpool, but being unable to stop her from being dismembered and submerged. Director Pilecki has reported experiencing this nightmare multiple times. Spacial 12/8/2007 Following a series of failed rituals, Site-93 experienced a spacial shift, causing various areas of the site to briefly simultaneously exist in the same space. Structural damages caused by this shift were repaired in a period of five days. Casualties were minimal. Spacial 12/8/2007 During an on-site spacial shift resulting from consecutive ritual failures, Agent ███ Vance and Dr █████ Vance were non-fatally fused together. Research into methods to safely separate the pair is ongoing. Psychological 17/4/2022 Agent Mthunzi Ngwane reported that Agent Hector Mason no longer recalled having met or known him despite the pair working together for over eight years. Agent Mason did not experience memory loss in regards to any other persons. Agent Ngawe is undergoing counseling as a result. Psychological 26/3/2018 A group of eight on-site personnel experienced a collective psychotic break following prolonged failure to enact ritual behavior, and proceeded to use sewing supplies to conjoin one another within an on-site sub-basement. All involved persons were successfully separated and treated for their injuries. All involved returned to lucidity following the performance of a ritual. Transfiguration 3/7/2010 Agent James Gilmoure reported that the water in his canteen had been converted to blood. Testing showed that the blood belonged to Agent Gilmoure. Psychological Numerous After a period of 10-15 days of no ritual activity, hallucinations of a skeletal humanoid entity within the walls of Site-93 are reported. Auditory hallucinations associated with this are common, though to date no specific sounds can be determined. All individuals experiencing these hallucinations have reported feelings of being watched for extended periods of time afterwards. Personal 30/10/2005 Following a ritual requiring former villager Anaé DePetris to physically enter SCP-7776, DePetris has survived a period of ███ months despite the loss of over 89% of her body. While on-site ethics committee personnel advocated for euthanasia, DePetris and various long-time residents rejected the proposal. Psychological 5/11/2013 Dr. Owen Chen reported having a nightmare where a humanoid entity emerged from SCP-7776, resulting in an unspecified K-class scenario. Dr. Chen refused the opportunity to use sleep aids following the event in an effort to learn more about SCP-7776. Addendum 7776-2: Reconstruction of events: Event-7776-Omega Prior to current containment procedures, Site-93 was primarily situated outside of ██████████ ████'s walls as a small subterranean facility. The working theory was that a memetic cognitohazard affected local citizenry, which would inflict mass hysteria. It was also believed that ritual behaviour was the trigger for the disruptions to baseline reality. For a period of time after the initial establishment of SCP-7776, villagers were held in containment and procedures were designed to suppress ritual effects. The primary goal at the time was to suppress and ‘cure’ the then-thought-to-be delusional effects evident in their behaviour. This led to a 37-day period of time where no rituals to contain SCP-7776-A were performed. Witness testimony, surviving security and body camera footage and examination of the area have been used to reconstruct the events below. This period of 37 days saw an increasing instability in local reality centered on SCP-7776, as well as the increased distress in villagers’ well being in response to the Foundation’s prevention of ritual behaviour. This was believed to be a symptom of the villager's distress over being unable to perform ritual behavior, and their given explanations of the true nature of SCP-7776 continued to be rejected by on-site personnel. As effects became more extreme, the site suffered increasingly heavy losses. Within 15 days, all personnel on-site became affected by the cognitohazardous effect, and then director Dr Eliza Németh shifted priorities from containment of personnel and cognitohazardous behaviour, towards putting significant Foundation resources into ritual activity. Due to the extensive resources available to Level 4 personnel, rituals prescribed by visions were extensive and massively draining, demanding six to seven figure financial commitments, political demands, and massive personnel requirements. Consequently, Site Director Svarog Pilecki was forced to request additional staff from the nearest Site to compensate for the increasing number of casualties caused by SCP-7776's disruption of baseline reality and the present staff. Contact with Site-93 was lost shortly thereafter. Days after Director Pilecki's request, a four man survey team was dispatched from Site-120 to determine the severity of the situation and ascertain the resources and manpower required to resume normal operations in the area. Due to severe snowstorms air travel was deemed impossible, and the team was forced to wait until the fourth of May for conditions to improve. A lack of roads or trails combined with the mountainous terrain of the area necessitated the use of all terrain vehicles for the final approach of the site, whereupon it was discovered that SCP-7776's effect on local reality had reached catastrophic levels. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Alpha DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [6:43PM] Camera's field of view displays the front of Survey Agent ███████'s14 ATV traveling through thick forest and approaching a break in the treeline. The ATV continues for approximately 60 metres before coming to a stop. [6:46PM] Survey Team members also stop in frame and dismount their vehicles. The camera re-positions as ST-Alpha dismounts the vehicle and turns to show the top of a rocky outcropping overlooking a forested valley, with both Site-93 and ██████████ ████ located centrally at a distance of approximately 30km. The hill beneath ██████████ ████ is observed to have raised significantly and visibly pulsates in a slow rhythm. Many details are obscured by a heavy downpour of red liquid over the area and several stationary structures superficially resembling tree roots can be seen descending from the cloud cover over both the village and Site-93. Numerous spatial reality shifts can be seen affecting the village, causing various structures to briefly occupy the same space simultaneously before returning to their previous locations, with materials partially fusing together as a result. Team remains silent for an extended period of time as they observe. [6:51PM] ST-Alpha: Jesus Christ. [END LOG] Initial approach was hampered by SCP-7776's effects. Rainfall composed of blood had turned the ground to a bog, forcing the abandonment of the team's vehicles. Geometric anomalies also were reported, though avoided. As a result, the team circled the Site several times before achieving entry, where they found the site to be running on emergency generators and unmanned. Numerous tracks were reported emerging from Site-93 toward the village, but it was determined that the site be investigated prior to the town. Interior of Site-93's administrative wing, east corridor. Investigation into the site revealed that the containment wing had suffered numerous breaches, though the majority of its occupants remained in their cells. Inhabitants of the containment wing were segregated into different wards composed entirely of ██████████ ████'s inhabitants or of affected Foundation personnel. A large portion of those secured within their cells had entered into psychotic or catatonic states due to SCP-7776's effects. Some had become partially fused with the walls and ceilings of the cells, with most apparently being victims of spatial positioning shifts, and two others seeming to ‘melt’. Civilians remained largely catatonic or non-hostile, but a small number of affected Foundation personnel proved aggressive and made attempts to assault the team. While the team was largely able to avoid confrontation with the afflicted individuals, they were forced to engage a pair of conjoined Foundation staff members, resulting in the deaths of both members and Survey Agent ███. Of those Foundation personnel contained within Site-93, seventeen individuals (including Dr. Németh) proved to be lucid though under the effect of SCP-7776. These individuals were released from their cells by the survey team, where they explained that the worsening of SCP-7776 's effects had disrupted the site's communications, and that the Foundation's current understanding of the anomaly was entirely incorrect. When questioned about the status of the remaining Foundation staff, Dr. Németh explained that the worsening effects of the anomaly had caused them to experience windows of insanity or complete catatonia, and that they had last been observed heading towards SCP-7776. Following a debriefing from the remaining lucid Foundation staff on the true nature of SCP-7776 and the necessity of performing rituals to properly contain it, it was determined that a ritual was to be conducted over SCP-7776 in order to avert a potential K-class scenario. The survey team aided the site's survivors in restraining ██ individuals from various containment cells and in gathering supplies needed to perform the ritual and to reach SCP-7776 safely. Once properly outfitted the group proceeded to exit the Site and approach the village by standard transport. As the group approached the village, large numbers of rats were encountered swarming the area. This, combined with the steep incline of the terrain, deep mud and poor visibility as a result of blood coating the vehicle's windscreen caused progress to slow significantly. Approximately 200 metres from the southern gate of the village both vehicles became stranded during travel, as rats entered the exhaust and engine bays and caused obstructions to engine components. Flame suppression units were used to clear a path for the group to safely exit the vehicle and approach the village. The approach was slow as flame units were required to continuously fend off attack from rats, which displayed extreme aggression and no regard for their own safety, often charging suicidally into the flames in an effort to harm the group. Despite the onslaught of rats, particularly during passage through the gatehouse, the group successfully entered the village suffering only superficial injuries. Within the village the presence of rats was much reduced. Local reality within the village appeared more heavily affected by SCP-7776 than the surrounding area, with multiple structures seen intersecting and fusing together at random, and geometric anomalies or gravity anomalies present. Numerous Foundation personnel were sighted within the village, slowly moving throughout the area in a counterclockwise route, in hysterical states and frequently clawing at their own and each other’s faces. Attempts to communicate with these individuals were unsuccessful, with the affected persons ignoring outside stimuli and incessantly shouting incomprehensibly. Evidence of incomplete corpses previously consumed by rats were present close to the point of entry. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Alpha DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [7:53PM] Camera's field of view displays the interior of ██████████ ████. Visibility is poor due to a downpour of blood emerging from the clouds overhead, though intermittently improved by bursts of flame being used to disperse groups of rats. The rats can be seen crawling over various structures in huge numbers, and several Foundation staff are in frame babbling incomprehensibly. [7:59PM] Large root-like structures can be seen hanging from the cloud cover overhead, appearing to be composed of fungal coated porous stone. Sections of these structures can be seen breaking away and falling to the ground throughout the recording. [8:09PM] As the group moves through the village a significant earth tremor rocks the area, forcing the group to stop and ST-Alpha to fall to the ground. From this angle a spatial shift can be observed affecting a small courtyard in front of a building. [8:12PM] Two trees and seven Foundation personnel can be seen to visibly "Flicker", appearing to repeatedly share the same space in the center of the courtyard before returning to their original positions. [8:14PM] The earth tremor subsides, the spacial event eases, resulting in both trees and six of the individuals caught in the event becoming fused together, with undifferentiated human bodies having been stretched and torn by the spatial shift to match the form of the trees. While most of these individuals were observed to have died immediately, one individual15 can be seen to have only partially fused to the tree, remaining semi-mobile suspended from the trunk at a height of approximately 3 metres. The camera looks away. [8:15PM] There is the sound of a firearm discharging four times rapidly. [END LOG] Following the central path of the village, the group continued towards SCP-7776 over the course of twenty minutes. Flame units saw continuous use fending off groups of rats and hostile humans devoid of reason, with one individual in particular having to be terminated with small arms fire while attempting to assault Dr. Németh with a bear trap. As the group approached SCP-7776 in the center of ██████████ ████, progress once more slowed due to difficult terrain. Spatial shifts had rendered multiple routes of access impassable due to destructive spaces, vacuum, or gravity anomalies, and flooding from SCP-7776 introduced caustic mud to the route. Remaining Survey Team members were noted to have entered into a state of panic upon visual confirmation of SCP-7776, halting progress as established Site-93 personnel calmed them. At a distance of 60 metres a ground tremor shook the area, driving the investigation to take shelter against a civilian16 structure’s stone walls. SCP-7776 proceeded to release copious amounts of caustic fluid, with a thick and extremely dark appearance, along with the deceased and nude bodies of ███ Collete, █████ Grundie and ██████ Alexander. These agents had previously passed away on-site and been cremated. Each cadaver was observed to have broken jaws and damaged limb joints and eyes. Prior to the earth tremor subsiding, a large portion of fungal coated porous stone detached from one of the aerial structures above the area and landed within the town square, adjacent to SCP-7776. Later inspection of the stone showed it to be composed of a similar material to SCP-7776 itself, previously having been of locally-common granite. The force of this impact caused the bodies emerging from SCP-7776 to be swept into a mass of mud and debris against the wall opposite the group. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Alpha DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [8:27PM] The field of view is initially obscured by Agent Gavin ██████████, but moves to show a wave of mud, timber and stone debris and the corpses disinterred from SCP-7776 impact a wall approximately 6 metres from ST-Alpha. The footage shakes in time with the earth tremor, and is lit by a gout of flame off camera as ST-Alpha rises to his feet. SCP-7776 can momentarily be seen in the background atop a hill with the village walls behind it. The camera turns as ST-Alpha helps Research assistant James Thomson to his feet. [8:28PM] ST-Beta is then seen rushing into frame and discharging her flame suppression unit in the direction of the mudslide. ST-Alpha turns rapidly, bringing his own weapon to bear as a mass of mud, timber debris and the corpses from SCP-7776 approaches, gradually taking on a vaguely infantile humanoid form approximately 4m tall. Dr. Németh can be heard directing the group into the smithy, shortly followed by muffled screams from within. [8:31PM] The mud entity approaches the group, swinging an appendage and visibly knocking ST-Alpha's weapon from his hands, impaling itself on a length of iron. ST-Alpha can be seen retreating to the smithy, with the entity in pursuit. At this point the bodies of ██████ Alexander and ███ Collete can be clearly seen in the center mass of the entity. Eyes are absent and mouths appear locked open, with green vapor and fluid flowing freely from the orifices and other wounds. The camera rapidly turns as ST-Alpha enters the smithy, ST-Beta closing and bolting the door behind him. [18:14] The interior of the smithy is lit as Agent Gavin ██████████ directs small arms fire toward a large, flailing mass of rats in the corner of the room, causing many of them to scatter. The partially consumed form of Assistant Director ████ ████████ can be briefly seen beneath the rats, much of the flesh of his arms, back and thigh visibly having been consumed leaving bone visible in places. [END LOG] Junction in ████ ████████'s back alleys leading towards the village warehouses. After treating minor injuries suffered during the quake, the group proceeded to circle behind several buildings, seeking a route to safely traverse to approach SCP-7776. Mud entities appeared at this point to pursue the group, hampering traversal of terrain. Their movements were slow, but the presence of the entities posed a complication. It was determined that the best course of action would be to approach SCP-7776 from the north, and to set more severely injured parties to a shed-type structure atop a hill closer to the anomaly, where preparations would be made before performing the prescribed ritual. This route through the village's back alleys proved both expedient and dangerous; the density of structures along the route impeded the flow of caustic mud, but allowed for multiple hiding spots for remaining groups of frenzied rats and individual unsound human hostiles. Flame suppression units were used extensively to clear pockets of rats, and small arms fire was used to dissuade four to five hostile Foundation staff from pursuit. From the north wall of the village, the group proceeded to approach SCP-7776 through the town square park area. At this point flame suppression units depleted, though the dwindling numbers of present rats were susceptible to small arms fire and flashbang grenades. Due to the burden of equipment required for the ritual, aiding injured or catatonic personnel in their travel to the site chosen for the ritual, and difficulties with terrain, 26 meters of travel took 40 minutes. While the bulk of the group was reaching the top of the hill, the area was shaken by another earth tremor coinciding with a spatial shift. Relative gravity along the slope of the hill began to steepen, causing mud and debris to flow rapidly, making ascent actively hostile. It is believed that an underground spatial shift created a void behind the group, which opened a sinkhole at the base of the hill; mud, blood and debris were observed to circle the sinkhole as they were pulled in, forming a whirlpool of sorts behind the group as they attempted to ascend. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Delta DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [8:37PM] Camera's field of view displays ST-Delta pushing a restrained Foundation member up the hill towards the remainder of the group. the view is distorted by blood raining on the camera lens. Mud and debris flow towards the camera as it slides down the hill. ST-Beta can be seen grabbing the restrained individual and hauling them up the hill and turning to ST-Delta as a mass of wreckage sweeps into ST-Delta, pulling him down into the mudslide. ST-Delta can be heard screaming and swearing as he is dragged down, with his hands repeatedly attempting to cling to an anchor point. As he descends, the rest of the group can no longer be seen, and the motion of the mudslide jostles ST-Delta onto their back, facing the sinkhole. As they approach the sinkhole, ST-Delta can be heard praying in panic. [8:38PM] Upon reaching the base of the hill, ST-Delta's camera can be seen circling the sinkhole repeatedly, with debris battering him repeatedly before motion stops. ST-Delta can be heard screaming and is visibly attempting to claw his way out to solid ground, but mud continues to flow on top of him. The camera jolts and ST-Delta screams again as he steadily descends into the sinkhole, causing the recording to end. [END LOG] Site-93 Recovered Footage: Site-93 Perimeter Camera-C [BEGIN LOG] [8:44PM] Camera view is a static view of the village of ██████████ ████, with the battlements of the outer wall in the foreground and the entry square of the village behind it. The village beyond stretches up a hill, topped with a cluster of buildings in the center. Several stationary structures superficially resembling tree roots can be seen descending from the cloud cover, partially obscured by heavy precipitation of blood. [8:47PM] Upon the detection of unusual movement, the camera automatically focuses on a humanoid figure emerging from the cloud cover at speed. The figure is visibly flailing, and as it falls its legs collide with one of the aerial structures. The figure falls towards the camera for several seconds before it is able to be seen clearly as being ST-Delta. ST-Delta can be seen screaming as he falls for a period of 27 seconds before impacting the stone flooring in front of the camera, dying on impact. The body can be seen to have suffered multiple burns prior to landing, and was noticeably disfigured. Once safe, the group proceeded to prepare ritual components within a civilian structure adjacent to SCP-7776. ██ of the ██ restrained Foundation personnel were anointed with intricate patterns drawn in blood taken from Assistant Director ████ ████████ before being [DATA EXPUNGED] in seven groups. Other components were arranged into a Class-H probability device by Site-93 personnel; members of ST-Alpha and ST-Beta moved to confiscate the device, but prevented from doing so by lucid Site-93 staff. ST-Alpha and ST-Beta members were then crucified upon an improvised breaking wheel within the shed structure under the supervision of Dr. Németh. Dr. Németh then left in the direction of SCP-7776. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Alpha DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [9:03PM] The camera's field of view shows the town center, with SCP-7776 in center frame, with the camera approaching the anomaly. Numerous medieval stone and timber buildings can be seen behind SCP-7776, and the footage appears to be lit by numerous fires off camera. Blood rain continues to fall, and large quantities of green tinted black sludge can be seen gushing from SCP-7776, covering the entire area. A large, vaguely humanoid form possessing numerous arms can be seen attempting to emerge from SCP-7776 but seems unable to breach the surface of the sludge emerging from the well. Ritualistic chanting can be faintly heard from off camera, but is largely drowned out by the screams of ST-Alpha and ST-Beta. The camera continually jostles as ST-Alpha struggles. [9:43PM] A technical issue appears to affect camera equipment at this point, and the recording is set to 00:00. It remains nonfunctional. The following transcription is in relation to the point from 9:43 PM local time. [00:00] Static. [00:07] The lucid Site-93 staff can be seen dragging restrained personnel towards SCP-7776. Each restrained individual has been stripped of their clothing and appear have had their mouths crudely surgically altered. Their state is unclear due to camera angle and lighting. [00:08] Those persons orchestrating the ritual are then seen to place each prisoner against the base of SCP-7776, with their arms draping over one another in a complex embrace involving twisting and the dislocation of shoulders, chanting continuously. The rainfall is no longer consisting of blood, but instead a thin black liquid. [00:13] SCP-7776 floods. The sludge spills forth from SCP-7776 flows over the captives, visibly burning and melting their skin as it flows over them. The skin and flesh of the captives is seen to mix with the corrosive sludge, taking on a consistency similar to melted wax, spreading over the area. The figure within the well thrashes and flails all the more intensely, but remains unable to breach the surface. [00:16] Static. [44:44] Video resumes. SCP-7776 remains at the center of the frame, now entirely coated in a web of organic material, presumably the melted remains of the captives. Green fluid can be seen flowing freely along this material in small channels, giving off a sickly vapor. Masses of squirming black tendrils or worms can be seen coating the ground but avoiding the web of organic material descending from SCP-7776. The village buildings surrounding SCP-7776 now appear to be constructed of the same black stone as the well itself, with their windows lit from within with flickering light. Black fluid, bright red blood, mud and clearish oil-like fluids are seen rising into the air, resembling reversed rainfall. The ritual chanting is now the only audible sound in the recording. The scene is periodically illuminated by flashes of brown lightning, revealing a colossal, indistinct, shadowy vaguely serpentine figure moving within the clouds with multiple arms descending towards SCP-7776. [00:57] A loud scream can be heard, and the ritual chanting falters as the entire frame shakes, revealing that ST-Alpha and ST-Beta's muffled screams can be still heard, growing increasingly mixed and distorted. Dr. Németh's voice can then be heard resuming the chant, as the rest of the survivors join her. [01:01]They can then be briefly seen rising into the air surrounding SCP-7776 in a circle, each person being visibly altered and mutilated, with components of the melted captives connected to the survivors among their spatially warped and flayed skin stretching out behind them. ST-Alpha and ST-Beta can then be heard emitting a grunting, gasping sound as a large, jagged shard of black stone is violently thrust from below the frame, with a length of organic tissue connected to its end leading into SCP-7776. The organic tendril pulls taught, and the camera begins to approach the well, before being cut off by static. [00:00] Static. [9:28PM] Footage implies the camera is rolling, no longer being worn. Footage shows the town square displaying significant damage. The smithy partially collapses on screen before the camera rolls against the dead body of an unidentified Foundation researcher. Local reality appears to have returned to baseline levels, and there is no sign of the survey team or the Site-93 survivors. [END LOG] Within two hours of loss of contact, an additional set of survey teams along with an armed escort were sent to investigate the initial teams. These later teams discovered the village to be in significantly worse condition than the initial team had encountered. Unknown processes led to the complete desertion of the village, with various structures in different states of disrepair. The remains of approximately 150 deceased Foundation personnel were found across the town, with more complete remains damaged by corrosive liquids, self-inflicted injuries to the head, or bearing evidence of consumption by rats. Subsequent autopsies discovered geometric brain anomalies and gibberish lettering recently etched into teeth and bones via unknown means. Four bodies were found with the gastrointestinal tract and aorta packed with dry rock matching local sources, and six discovered with injuries consistent with deep-sea decompression. None of these ten bodies had any recognizable patterns that would lead to an explanation of why they suffered similar anomalies. Of those found within ██████████ ████, only Site Director Svarog Pilecki was found alive within a cafeteria freezer unit half submerged in the earth. Though suffering severe self inflicted facial wounds and bruising trauma Director Pilecki was able to resume duties, but possesses no memory of the incident. Examination of deceased rats in the village prior to disposal showed them to be malformed, with scabrous fur, abnormal growths on their skin and copious amounts of both human and rat flesh in their digestive tracts. Judging from rodent populations in recordings of this event and eyewitness reports, a single-digit percentage of rodent corpses were recovered, in comparison to what should be expected. Site-93 itself (e.g., the Foundation-built modern facility) was found to have been comparatively unaffected. Site staff and village inhabitants sealed within bunkers and containment cells were shown to have a 72% survival rate, and were able to debrief the survey team on the true nature of SCP-7776. Repair and expansion of the site commenced rapidly, and began its journey towards a more independent role in the Foundation. Footnotes 1. In addition to all on-site D-Class Personnel. 2. Or other GOI operative. 3. Referred to as a Critical Date Ritual. 4. A historically fortified village located in an undisclosed location within the High Tatra Mountains bordering Slovakia and Poland. 5. Or Obávaná Ohavnosť (The dreaded one). 6. Tucker Pedersen, formerly D-7776-443. 7. An elder and leader of ██████████ ████ prior to the arrival of the Foundation. 8. Consistent with similar artifacts found from the period of Justinian's plague, a bubonic plague outbreak that spread across much of Europe between 541 and 549 AD. 9. The Dreaded One. 10. King Louis I of Hungary, which then incorporated present day Slovakia and Poland. 11. Pope Urban VI. 12. Demonic anomaly. 13. A 15th century combat helm used by heavily armored soldiers and knights. 14. ST-Alpha. 15. Identified as Dr. ████ Parker. 16. Noted to have been the village smith shop. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7776" by Dr Balthazaar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7776. Licensed under CC-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-7777 | keter | ACCESS-SPECIFIC INFORMATION The following document contains 1 (one) addendum that is RAISA/4 clearance classified. Any information enclosed within the classified addendum is forbidden to communicate with any external parties. By accessing this information, you agree to keep any knowledge gained confidential or risk demotion and/or termination of employment. Partial output of the initial RNG affected by SCP-7777. Hover to enlarge. Item Number: SCP-7777 Object Classification: Keter Special Containment Procedures: Following the events outlined in Addendum Three, this file is solely accessible to individuals with 4+/ETHICS or 4+/RAISA clearance. The file occupying the wider Foundation's SCP-7777 slot is not to contain any of this file's addenda or its image. Furthermore, it must contain minimal information regarding the anomaly itself or its true containment procedures. Description: SCP-7777 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting random number generators (RNGs) utilized by the SCP Foundation. SCP-7777 can manifest in any RNG that both continuously creates output and is not, at the time of manifestation, being monitored directly by a sapient individual.1 When an RNG comes under the effects of SCP-7777, it will immediately begin to produce a series of 7s interspersed with 0s at seemingly random intervals. This will continue for an unspecified duration, before abruptly ceasing. After an SCP-7777 event concludes, the RNG will continue to output as normal, with no detectable differences. Thus far, the meaning behind SCP-7777, if any, is unclear. See below. Addendum One — Discovery SCP-7777 was initially discovered on January 28th, 2018, following the presumed malfunction of a CK-Class Scenario Detector (CSD). The device's internal pseudo-RNG had deviated significantly from its synchronized counterpart, indicating a potential CK-Class Scenario had occurred. When Technician Davis Silverstein (who was nearby at the time) checked the CSD's pRNG output, he discovered an abnormal pattern consisting entirely of 7s and 0s and reported it to a colleague, Dr. [EXPUNGED]. Dr. [EXPUNGED] quickly informed the other members of his research team stationed in Site-17, including a member of the Department of Analytics Senior Researcher [EXPUNGED], who requested Dr. [EXPUNGED] receive a copy of the pRNG's output. With assistance from Davis, they were able to copy the abnormally generated numbers onto a separate drive, and forward the information to the Department of Analytics. The phenomenon was classified and catalogued provisionally as EE-770707. Faced with a number of urgent assignments, the department relegated EE-770707 to low-priority. As a result, the phenomenon was not researched for an additional three weeks, until Dr. [EXPUNGED] requested a follow-up. As Senior Researcher [EXPUNGED] was off-site, the assignment was given to Junior Researcher [EXPUNGED]. After attempting various methods of analysis on the data, eventually [EXPUNGED] determined that the number of 7s between each 0 present in the pattern never exceeded 255. Under the assumption the numbers may be referring to the value of bytes, they translated the values into ASCII characters. The following is the resultant message. Site Director Franklyn Garnett murdered Dr. Theresa Booth on March 11th, 2003, by replacing her medication with Compound Y-909 and framing it as amnestic overdose. Upon decoding the message, [EXPUNGED] panicked and emailed the Department of Analytics' Ethics Committee Liaison, Flora Marinos. After several hours, Liaison Marinos read the email and immediately reported the findings to the Ethics Committee proper. The Ethics Committee launched an investigation into Site-85 Director Franklyn Garnett, as Dr. Theresa Booth was indeed confirmed to have died from severe Class-C amnestic overdose on March 11th, 2003. The Records And Information Security Administration (RAISA) was tasked with locating the exact origin of the report. The official explanation for the death at the time was that Dr. Booth had suffered from a traumatic sibling loss one month prior, and unsuccessfully attempted to use Class-C amnestics to erase the memories of how they died. However, review of archived security camera footage revealed that approximately three minutes of footage were removed from various tapes — including the hallway directly outside Dr. Booth's living quarters — on the day prior to her death. With this knowledge, the Ethics Committee suspended Director Garnett's clearance provisionally as the investigation continued. However, shortly thereafter Director Garnett noticed the change and began to flee the site, unsuccessfully. When later detained, he confessed that he had indeed murdered Dr. Booth, in order to prevent her from coming forward to the Ethics Committee with embezzlement charges against him. In light of the confession, all pay was deducted from Franklyn Garnett's Foundation accounts, and he was amnesticized and removed from the Foundation permanently. Since this event, over 37 new instances of SCP-7777 have appeared in Foundation RNGs. Addendum Two — Abridged Log of SCP-7777 Instances The following is an abridged list of SCP-7777 instances that the Ethics Committee recorded since the initial discovery of the anomaly. Instance ID #: 7777-2 Date: February 3rd, 2018 Discovery: Instance 7777-2 appeared in a pRNG being run alongside SCP-12142, during tests by the Department of Analytics to determine the differentiation between SCP-1214 and standard RNGs. The code was translated, then sent to Liaison Marinos, who in turn forwarded it to the Ethics Committee proper. Translated Text: Senior Researcher Jackson Bell sexually assaulted a female researcher during the Site-18 2016 Christmas Party. Follow-Up Action: The Ethics Committee determined that the events described had in fact occurred publicly, but due to the senior researcher's position, no one had reported the incident to an authority. Bell denied the incident had occurred, even after recorded footage came to light; he has since been barred permanently from Foundation community events, and is undergoing long-term correctional therapy with a pay reduction. The victim has been identified and compensated. Instance ID: 7777-3 Date: February 26th, 2018 Discovery: Instance 7777-3 appeared in a similar manner to 7777-1, within a CSD.3 Technician Davis Silverstein was present, and intercepted the device, which was decoded and sent to the Ethics Committee through Liaison Marinos. Translated Text: Containment Specialist Sofia Rosario falsified her credentials and plagiarized stolen designs from her coworkers. Follow-Up Action: Evidence at first had suggested that Rosario was fully knowledgeable and capable of containment specialization, and no former co-workers of Rosario claimed that their designs had been stolen, suggesting that the SCP-7777 instance may not have been factually correct. However, at Liaison Marinos's insistence, further research was conducted; it was discovered that various minor inconsistencies existed within Rosaio's identification documents, suggesting it was falsified. Rosario was interrogated on March 2nd. During initial questioning, she began to hyperventilate and convulse, before spontaneously collapsing. Before medics could arrive, Rosario was confirmed dead. Autopsy revealed that she had consumed a cyanide pill. Her true identity has yet to be confirmed; since her death, three containment specialists had come forward to corroborate that Rosario had stolen designs from them and passed them off as her own. [ENTRY EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Instance ID: 7777-6 Date: May 12th, 2018 Discovery: Instance generated during production of a number for the consumption of SCP-𝕐.4 Translated Text: Accountant Gregory Caplin allowed various monetary crimes to occur due to negligence in bookkeeping important projects. Follow-Up Action: Caplin admitted to negligence in their duties, claiming that they did not intend any ill-will and merely had "higher priorities". After some discussion, they agreed to forward all their communications and financial records to the Ethics Committee, and transfer their current responsibilities to other accounting personnel. However, before they were reassigned to another job, O5-8 requested to transfer Caplin themselves, which was approved. Additional Notes: Caplin's current location and occupation within the Foundation are not known. Instance ID: 7777-13 Date: October 8th, 2018 Discovery: Dr. [EXPUNGED] forwarded Instance 7777-13 to Liaison Marinos. They claimed they had run an RNG on their personal laptop for over three months straight until an SCP-7777 instance occurred. Translated Text: Site Director Thomas Graham vandalized SCP-4051's containment chamber with the phrase "DUMB ANOMALY IDIOT" to intentionally provoke vim into breaching. Follow-Up Action: Security camera footage of SCP-4051's5 containment chamber revealed that the event described in the SCP-7777 instance did occur. However, investigating Ethics Committee personnel accidentally discovered at least two dozen unethical and intentionally cruel experiments conducted under order by Graham against SCP-4051 in the process. In-depth probing revealed that this abusive behavior not only extended to SCP-4051, but various other anomalies and researchers as well. Further analysis of the prior eight years Graham had been in-charge of Site-17 showed that he had committed numerous crimes against the Foundation, including homicide, assault, embezzlement, bribery, extortion, verbal and physical abuse, perjury, gross misuse of amnestics, and conspiracy, among other violations of Foundation code of conduct. When faced with the charges, Graham denied all of them, and demanded "O5 Council intervention", which was promptly denied. Graham then attempted to assault a stationed security officer, who quickly detained him. Graham has since been removed from his position, and assigned permanent D-Class status. Additionally, Site-17 has been placed under direct Ethics Committee control, and all affected anomalies and researchers have been provided with compensation and given optional free use of on-site parapsychological counseling. Additional Notes: Despite the well-documented existence of all of Graham's crimes, no on-site personnel had come forward with complaints beyond the first four years of Graham's tenure as Site Director, including post-demotion. It is unclear why SCP-7777 highlighted this specific crime. Instance ID: 7777-17 Date: January 1st, 2019 Discovery: During Site-42's New Year Celebration, a raffle was held for various prizes via ticket system. Midway through the celebration, various participants noticed that all raffle codes were comprised solely of 7s and 0s. When a present Ethics Committee Liaison discovered this, they halted distribution of the tickets (which were unusable regardless) and forwarded all the tickets they could find to the Ethics Committee proper. Although some tickets were missing, the context could extrapolate the missing values when translated to ASCII. Translated Text: Dr. Theron Sherman attacked Junior Researcher Roger Radcliff on September 12th, 2018, in Site-42's break room. Follow-Up Action: Roger Radcliff, when asked, did corroborate this claim. However, both physical and written records showed that Dr. Sherman was not present in Site-42 when the supposed attack occurred. As a result, no further action was taken, despite Radcliff's protests. Additional Notes: See Instance 7777-18 for additional context. Instance ID: 7777-18 Date: January 4th, 2019 Discovery: Instance 7777-18 appeared in a CSD, which was discovered by Junior Technician Carmi Avraamu Waters.6 Translated Text: Junior Researcher Roger Radcliff attempted to frame Dr. Theron Sherman using a falsified SCP-7777 instance. Follow-Up Action: Although Radcliff denied the charge, investigation has determined that the junior researcher entered managerial spaces and replaced the raffle tickets with their own. Radcliff has been placed on leave for three months. Additional Notes: This is the first instance which SCP-7777 references itself in its accusations. SCP-7777's containment procedures have been updated. [ENTRIES EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Instance ID: 7777-26 Date: December 13th, 2019 Discovery: The Astronomy Department discovered abnormal fluctuations in the luminosity of the Pleiades star cluster. Although not originally linked to SCP-7777, analysis of the phenomena by relevant researchers accidentally uncovered the corresponding instance's message on March 1st, 2020. The department forwarded its findings to the Ethics Committee shortly thereafter. Translated Text: Thaumaturgist Diana Ribeiro cast thaumaturgic spells on various Department of Tactical Theology researchers in an attempt to send them to the Abrahamic hell when they died. Follow-Up Action: Ethics Committee Liaison Marinos inquired of the validity of the claim to Ribeiro, who confirmed that she had indeed been casting spells in an attempt to send fellow DoTT members to the Abrahamic hell when they eventually died. After intense deliberation, it was determined that the success of these spells could not be validated, and that nothing in the Ethics Committee guidelines explicitly disallowed spells that did no physical or mental harm. As such, Ribeiro would not be charged with any violations and allowed to continue working at the Department of Tactical Theology. Additional Notes: Other observatories focused on the Pleiades cluster did not find any abnormal fluctuations in their luminosity. [ENTRY EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Instance ID: 7777-32 Date: July 11th, 2020 Discovery: Instance 7777-32 appeared in a CSD. Technician Davis Silverstein caught and reported the instance to the Ethics Committee via Liaison Marinos. Translated Text: Director Calvin Bold murdered a six-month-old baby by kicking it into a wall. Follow-Up Action: The child in question was the anomaly SCP-6469-D,7 which was decommissioned by Director Calvin Bold. As the child posed a threat to the existence of the Foundation and the veil, the actions taken by Director Bold have been deemed appropriate for the circumstances, and charges were subsequently dropped. Instance ID: 7777-33 Date: August 9th, 2020 Discovery: Instance 7777-33 appeared in a CSD. Technician Davis Silverstein caught and reported the instance to the Ethics Committee via Liaison Marinos. Translated Text: Ethics Committee Member Jeremiah Cimmerian intentionally fabricated the SCP-6469 anomaly to protect Director Calvin Bold. Follow-Up Action: Jeremiah Cimmerian was recused from their case and complied with Ethics Committee investigation. After questioning, Cimmerian revealed they had indeed fabricated the SCP-6469 anomaly to prevent the demotion of Director Bold after unintentionally killing a fellow researcher's child, mistaking it for an anomaly. He became aware of this event after Bold messaged him in panic post-murder. Cimmerian also embezzled funds to pay the father of the child, informing them in the process that it was "not a bribe", and "[they] can press charges if [they] so wish". The researcher did not bring further charges to the Ethics Committee both prior to Instance 7777-33, nor after being asked if they wished to by the Ethics Committee proper. Cimmerian was discharged from the Ethics Committee after investigation, but has not been removed from Foundation employment. Additional Notes: As of November 5th, 2020, Cimmerian has not been able to be located. Attempts to find them have yielded no results.8 [ENTRIES EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Instance ID: 7777-37 Date: May 16th, 2021 Discovery: Instance 7777-37 is believed to have initially manifested in a CSD. Technician Davis Silverstein had informed Liaison Marinos of another instance, but was unable to deliver the instance to them due to events described in Addendum Three. Translated Text: Unknown Follow-Up Action: N/A; see Addendum Three Addendum Three — Site Breach On May 16th, 2021, Site-14 came under attack by a hostile Group of Interest, believed to be the Chaos Insurgency. The site's security was quickly overwhelmed; however, thanks to the unexpected presence of Mobile Task Forces in the area, the site was retaken relatively quickly. During retaking of the site, the following incident occurred: TIME: APPROX. 15:30 LOCAL, May 16th, 2021 LOCATION: Site-14, Employee Break Room A4 [BEGIN LOG] [00:00]: The break room is under lockdown. As per standard practice, all researchers are taking shelter under objects such as tables or chairs. Alarms are audibly blaring and the room is darkened to reduce visibility. [00:34]: A loud banging noise can be heard outside of one of the break room's doors; the intensity increases and the door begins rattling. The personnel within the rooms begin to whisper with increasing panic. [01:26]: The door breaks in, and a Chaos Insurgency agent equipped with an MP7A1 firearm enters the room. One researcher begins screaming as the agent raises their firearm to point at the personnel, and demands that they leave their positions under the furniture and line against the back wall of the room. All personnel comply. [03:02]: The agent approaches the first faculty member, Researcher Huang Bai, and demands to know their full name. The researcher complies, and the agent moves to the next individual in line, repeating their request. [04:55]: After approximately two minutes of repeating this process, the agent reaches Technician Davis Silverstein, who tells the agent his name. The agent immediately draws their weapon and shoots Silverstein repeatedly. Other personnel flee. The agent ignores them, and continues to fire into Silverstein's corpse, until the entire magazine is exhausted. [06:22]: The agent attempts to leave, but is interrupted when MTF member Charis Stavros enters the room. Upon seeing Silverstein's corpse, Stavros attacks and apprehends the agent. [08:43]: Stavros, during tactical communication with other Task Force Units, noticed the agent begin to hyperventilate and shake. Stavros quickly produced SCP-4279 from a standard anomaly transportation unit they possessed, and applied it to the agent, stabilizing their condition. [END LOG] Additional Notes: The agent was discovered to have attempted to commit suicide via cyanide pill, but was prevented from doing so. Agent Stavros had been transporting SCP-427 to Site-12 when their Task Force was called to intervene. Nearly all Chaos Insurgency elements either had fled the site or were killed in action. The aforementioned agent was placed into forced long-term medical care, and was restrained heavily to prevent further suicide attempts. On June 15th, 2021, the Ethics Committee took possession of the Chaos Insurgency agent.10 For the following three weeks, the Ethics Committee attempted to interrogate the agent about their identity and their actions during the raid, but were incapable of soliciting useful information. However, a breakthrough was discovered when the genetic material of the agent returned a match in the Ethics Committee's database of Foundation employees. The agent had a near identical match to MTF Alpha-1 Agent Justin Bulle, who was still under Foundation service. Further examination of archived Chaos Insurgency agent genetic data revealed further matches with current and former members of MTF Alpha-1.11 During this time, RAISA had taken possession of Technician Silverstein's belongings, including his personal laptop which contained [DATA EXPUNGED] and SCP-7777 instance 37. After decoding the message, the text read as follows: O5-6 is plotting to murder Technician Davis Silverstein. Due to the discovery involving Alpha-1, the SCP-7777-37 instance, and prior interference in SCP-7777 documentation, RAISA colluded with the Ethics Committee to intercept an upcoming O5 Council session in Site-1 and hold Overseers for questioning. On July 17th, 2021, Mobile Task Force Omega-1 breached Site-1 and attempted to detain the thirteen overseers, capturing seven. Interrogation revealed that the O5 Council had been employing the Red Right Hand to capture SCPs for their personal benefit, which would be forbidden by the Ethics Committee otherwise. The remaining six overseers' locations are not known. Since July 21st, 2021, the Ethics Committee has taken direct control of the SCP Foundation, until the full extent of the damage done to the Foundation can be assessed and repaired. Containment Procedures for SCP-7777 have been updated. Addendum RAISA-4 — Internal Memo …And since then, it has remained that way. The above file is a mess of conflicting redactions, misleading information, and version conflict. It is the general mission of RAISA to attempt to resolve these issues, and present a cohesive and streamlined document for future onboarding of researchers. Furthermore, we ensure all proper parties are informed of relevant information, and ensure breaches of security are handled and dealt with. This file is to remain a permanent exception to our mission. A lot of things haven't really sat right with me since we first started looking into this anomaly. Why are some staff consistently involved in the discovery of the instances? Why did O5-6 attempt to assassinate a random, lowly technician? Why did no one report any of the crimes before the anomaly announced them, and why are so many reluctant to speak up even after? But everything fell into place after we confiscated that laptop. After examining the evidence, there is only one reasonable conclusion I can arrive at: SCP-7777 does not exist. SCP-7777 represents a coordinated effort between Silverstein, Marinos, and various other faculty members (whose name I've taken the liberty of expunging) to create a platform to whistle-blow the Foundation's corruption. Using various tactics, they've successfully managed to fool a majority of the Foundation's leadership — including the Ethics Committee and even us, for a time — into believing SCP-7777 is a real, anomalous phenomenon which cannot be controlled. Only recently have some of us caught on, including the at-large O5-6, who attempted to uproot the project at its source — completely unaware his plan had already been compromised, and used to trigger his own downfall. Nonetheless, the Ethics Committee is completely in the dark about SCP-7777's true nature. I intend to keep it this way. I have reason to suspect that their intentions aren't as pure as they'd like us to believe; much of our data on what occurred have been through their reports, and they conveniently paint a pretty picture that the Ethics Committee overthrew a corrupt O5 Council. But a whistle-blowing service wouldn't be necessary to begin with if the Ethics Committee was actually fighting corruption. I don't think we're getting the full story here. The missing employees, the coincidental possession of SCP-427, and that one conspicuous database infiltration seem to point to the fact that the Ethics Committee is playing their own game, with the O5 now eliminated. I haven't a clue what they intend to do with the Foundation as the sole executive power, but I doubt with the pieces we've been able to put together that it's remotely good. Fortunately, SCP-7777 has given us a weighted 7-sided die, and I intend to leverage it with all of the power RAISA can muster. While the Ethics Committee's been creating their conspiracy, we've been creating our own. And I think it's time we excise the bad apples from our rotten bunch. Reach out to me when you're ready. We'll have much to discuss about the coming days. —Maria Jones Director of the Records And Information Security Administration Footnotes 1. It should be noted that SCP-7777 appears to affect pseudo-random number generators and "true" random number generators equally. 2. SCP-1214 is a pseudo-random character generator which eventually deviates from random generation and produces predictable and coherent sentences. 3. It is believed that the high frequency of consistently-generating pRNGs used in CSDs made them a susceptible target to SCP-7777 influence. 4. SCP-𝕐 is the set of all non-existent numbers. Occurring every approximate rotation of the Earth, it must be "fed" a number of incredibly large size to prevent it from "consuming" a random, likely small, number. 5. SCP-4051 is a teenager capable of manifesting portals to extra-dimensional spaces, containing any item SCP-4051 is capable of comprehending. 6. It should be noted that Technician Waters' senior advisor was Davis Silverstein prior to being transferred to a separate site on November 20th, 2018. 7. SCP-6469-D, prior to neutralization, was an entity that appeared as a human child which manifested before disasters occurred; whether the child's appearance was causative or not is still unclear. 8. RAISA records appear to have been altered during this time from an unknown outside source. 9. A locket which is capable of healing illness quickly, but if used for too long, can cause intense mutation. 10. It was, at the time, expressedly forbidden for Ethics Committee personnel to place themselves into proximity of a hostile force. This act had been performed in secret. 11. It is believed that this was not discovered earlier due to the aforementioned policy, the Ethics Committee solely holding the employment information of all Foundation personnel, and a lack of incentives to compare CI agents to Foundation personnel. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7777" by Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7777. Licensed under CC-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: 7777.png Author: Yossipossi License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki |
SCP-7778 | thaumiel | close Info X "Chancemaker" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page Item #: SCP-7778 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7778-α, direct containment is neither feasible nor necessary. Steps are to be taken to ensure that the continued safety and security of SCP-7778-α is not compromised. Operation of SCP-7778-β is to continue indefinitely. Efforts to develop more effective means of sustaining SCP-7778-β are ongoing. Description: SCP-7778 is the collective designation for two adjacent anomalous phenomena: SCP-7778-α and SCP-7778-β. SCP-7778-α is a powerful ontological anomaly affecting Administrative Area-01, the formal meeting place of the Overseer Council and location of the primary RAISA1 archives. Through unknown means, Area-01 has been conceptually merged with the metaphysical constructs of "security,” "protection,” and "containment"; the foremost pillars of the SCP Foundation's founding Charter. As a result of this fact, the integrity of Area-01 is intrinsically linked to the continued preservation of Foundation operations. For instance: it is speculated that the capture of SCP-7778-α by a rival Group of Interest, irrespective of external factors, would inevitably result in an irreversible SK-Class ("Dominance Shift") scenario within less than six months of its occurrence. SCP-7778-β is an anomalous apparatus located beneath Area-01, assembled in 1967 by the Department of Applied Engineering after two years of development. SCP-7778-β is powered by the corpse of SCP-1102-ARC, former Chicago Spirit operative Lawrence Anthony Amato (1874-1933); more commonly referred to by his nickname, "Lucky Larry". Amato is believed to have possessed one of the most powerful probabilistic anomalies identified to date, enabling him to evade law enforcement while engaging in numerous criminal activities over a twenty year period, until his eventual death in 1933 at the hands of Spirit caporegime Warren O'Donnell2 (1898-1973). O'Donnell himself would later be captured by Foundation agents in December of 1962, and agreed to lead investigators to the body of SCP-1102-ARC in exchange for lighter terms of confinement, which was retrieved and integrated into SCP-7778-β on 10/8/1967. Utilizing SCP-1102-ARC's cadaver as a fuel source, SCP-7778-β generates a 15 km²3 field of energy containing a localized probabilistic anomaly, causing human subjects in its vicinity to experience: Positive outcomes in situations with high levels of uncertainty; Indirect protection from virtually all bodily injury; Increased competency and diligence while making decisions under pressure; An overall upward trend in 'good fortune'. Due to SCP-7778-α's anomalous properties, traces of SCP-7778-β's effects permeate throughout the whole of Foundation operational structure, leading to marked increases in the success of containment procedures and InfoSec4 policies which would otherwise be incomplete, ineffective, or completely nonsensical prior to the creation of SCP-7778. The existence of SCP-7778-β is essential to the continuation of the present relationship between the majority of the global population and the activities of the Foundation, colloquially known as "The Veil". For more information, see Addendum 7778-2. Addendum 7778-1: Origins of SCP-7778-α SCP-7778-α is believed to have first manifested sometime in the year 1922, in the midst of the March 1921 Administration Crisis, a violent interorganizational conflict triggered by the indictment of PoI-7778-1 — then-incumbent Foundation Administrator Franklin Williams III (1878-1923) — on charges of conspiracy, corruption, and other similar offenses. PoI-7778-1, c. 1902 Williams previously served as deputy-director of the Department of Research and Development, and was appointed to succeed his father, Fredrick, after his assassination in 1919 by defecting members of MTF Alpha-15. One of Williams first acts as Administrator was to order the execution of 37 personnel suspected of involvement in this conspiracy, many of whom were sentenced without trials, beginning a pattern of autocratic and paranoid behavior which would define much of Williams' administration. In 1921, these outbursts would begin to increase in severity, culminating in O5-1 organizing the assembly of a special Ethics Committee tribunal for the purpose of discussing a potential motion of no-confidence. In response, Williams unilaterally ordered the detainment of O5-1, the immediate dissolution of the Ethics Committee, and the immediate removal of the remainder of the Council, marking the official beginning of the crisis. Much of the circumstances surrounding SCP-7778-α's creation remain ambiguous. Although accounts vary, it is generally agreed that Williams commissioned the creation of SCP-7778-α from an unknown thaumaturge6 as a "fail-safe" in the event of his successful removal, with the intention of detonating Area-01's on-site nuclear warhead if this were to occur. However, these plans were inadvertently thwarted when facility engineering staff — fearing Williams' deteriorating mental state — elected to disable the building's central power grid before abandoning their posts. Facing mass desertions and near-certain imprisonment, Williams' would later be found dead in his personal quarters on June 8th, 1923. The manner of death was officially ruled as suicide by cyanide poisoning. Subsequent attempts to reverse SCP-7778-α based on notes from Williams' personal diary proved unsuccessful, as the majority of relevant documentation had been dictated in elaborate cryptogram, with the information contained in this file being the extent of knowledge obtained from deciphered materials. Further decryption efforts are ongoing as of the time of writing. Addendum 7778-2: Creation of SCP-7778-β Following Williams' removal and the broad reorganizations of Foundation command which followed, the number of anomalies entering into containment per year increased from an average of 27 in 1925, to over 300 in 1965, inundating existing containment personnel and resulting in 77 containment breaches, seven partial "Broken Masquerade" scenarios, and an unknown number of activations of SCP-2000. Several proposals were introduced to address these incidents, including outsourcing containment of select anomalies to friendly Groups of Interest, lowering requirements for recruitment, and decommissioning of hazardous anomalies already in containment. On August 14th, 1965, O5-7 proposed the application of additional thaumaturgical augmentations to SCP-7778-α for the purpose of resolving the crisis, exploiting SCP-7778-α's7 ontological properties to disseminate a beneficial anomalous agent among Foundation personnel. This motion was debated for several weeks — during which a number of alternative solutions were discussed, enacted, and subsequently failed to produce significant results — before its eventual approval on September 1st, 1965, following an 8-5 vote of the Overseer Council. Incidentally, the true nature of SCP-1102-ARC's anomalous properties — previously only classified as a minor reality bender — had been posthumously brought to the attention of Foundation personnel in relation to the sudden manifestation of SCP-████ over New York City in July of 1965. O5-6, SCP-████'s acting HMCL supervisor, suggested bargaining with captive Chicago Spirit operatives for the location of SCP-1102-ARC's remains, which would then be used in the creation of an artificial probabilistic anomaly for installation beneath Area-01. This proposal was approved on July 31st, 1965, and carried out through the commissioning of SCP-7778-β, which was completed two years later on December 1st, 1967. The effects of SCP-7778-β's activation were immediate and consequential. The containment crisis — which had hindered central Foundation operations for nearly seven years — was declared resolved on April 18th, 1969, following a series of fortuitous alterations to the behavior of several anomalies widely regarded as antipathical to human life. These events coincided with a number of other similar effects across a wide variety of Foundation departments, divisions, and sub-organizations, decreasing overall containment expenditures by an estimated 7.6 billion USD. An abridged record of SCP-7778-β's broad alterations to anomalous behavioral patterns has been attached to this file below. Anomaly Laconic Description Effects SCP-682 Intelligent reptilian entity with immense regenerative abilities possessing significant contempt for human life and humanity as a whole. The primary contributing factor to three major InfoSec disasters of the 1925-1969 containment crisis. Inexplicably ceased targeting major population centers during containment breaches, instead choosing to attack smaller farming communities & rural municipalities in the area surrounding its holding facility. SCP-1155 Incorporeal ambush predator capable of assuming the appearance of non-anomalous street art to attract potential victims. Displayed a marked decrease in attention-seeking behavior following the activation of SCP-7778-β, with relocation events primarily occurring in abandoned buildings and other similar structures without direct provocation8 by containment personnel. Additionally, a marginal decline in the lethality of relocation events was noted, from 99.7% in 1968 to 88.3% in 1978. ●●|●●●●●|●●|● N/A 💕: 🗣️ 📝💽 🎨 <—β—> 💕: 🗣️📝💽 SCP-3916 Extinct sub-species of Chortoicetes terminifera (Australian plague locust) capable of reproducing at an abnormally high rate. Experienced a mass die-off after the stunting of its primary anomalous property, unable to sustain healthy fertility rates through biological means, directly averting a possible ARBH-Class Event within the next several decades. SCP-4201 A conflict between two opposing pizza restaurants which resulted in the complete destruction of the town of Agloe, New York. Following the sudden appearance of SCP-4201-2, SCP-4201-1 was unable to successfully carry out its plans for expansion into other counties of New York State, and has since been diverted entirely by its perpetual antagonism towards SCP-4201-2. SCP-5131 Anomalous sleep paralysis. With the spread of SCP-5131 to all Foundation personnel, the psychological effects of the anomaly on the Overseer Council have decreased substantially. File Update 10/2/2011: Contemporary revelations On March 3rd, 2010, during a routine survey of Area-01's topographical features, O5-11 reported an alarming 3km decrease in the length of the facility's grounds — an island — a significant decline from data collected twenty years prior in March of 1990. SCP-9722 file photo, c. 1958 On August 21st, 1986, in response to an ongoing outbreak of SCP-97229, the Overseer Council voted unanimously to commission the removal of all vegetative material surrounding Area-01, leaving only the aphanitic basalt rock comprising the core of island's landmass. Due to the sensitive nature of SCP-7778 and the security of Area-01 as a whole, this was performed without the approval of relevant planning committees, and undertaken personally by members of MTF Alpha-1. It is presently hypothesized that these actions — assisted, in part, by a number of ecologically stunting anomalous supplements — inadvertently resulted in the rapid erosion of nearly 12% of the island's landmass over a period of less than 30 years. Research conducted in weeks following estimated the island was set to disappear entirely in less than 300 years, with the structural integrity of Area-01 anticipated to fail sometime in the year 2165. These findings reinvigorated efforts to decrypt the contents of Williams' journals, with the ultimate objective of transferring SCP-7778 to a location where it could be operated indefinitely. Advancements in the field of cryptography since the year 1923 lead to several breakthroughs in September of 2011, culminating in a raid on a restaurant propertied by members of GoI-66610, an anomalous Jacobite society centered around the restoration of James Francis Edward Stuart to the British throne. Among the detained were thirteen members of GoI-666, including an individual identified as George Arthur "Aegor"11 Yeatts (b. 1886), a 124-year-old Scottish occultist and sorcerer purported to have engaged in arcane blood rituals to maintain his youth. Yeatts, a third cousin of Williams III, would go on to confess intimate knowledge of Foundation activities during the years of Williams' administration, along with details of SCP-7778-α's creation, function, and other extraneous information already possessed by Foundation archivists. Although he claimed it was possible to reverse SCP-7778-α, he further stated that a successful transfer of the anomaly was infeasible, and would likely result in a similar outcome to Area-01's demolition. Upon confirming these assessments to be accurate, an impromptu meeting of the Overseer Council was held to debate potential actions moving forward, including a proposal submitted by the SCP-7778 research team following Yeatts' statement. After two hours of deliberation, a vote was undertaken. The results were as follows: + Open - Close Proposal: Reverse SCP-7778-α, averting the deaths of numerous civilians and Foundation personnel in the event of Administrative Area-01's failure. Outsource containment functions sustained by SCP-7778-β to allied Groups of Interest such as the Global Occult Coalition, conceding global operational hegemony to minimize the risk of widespread anomalous instability in the far future. Submitted by: Senior Researcher Emma Watts, SCP-7778 Project Head, 9/19/2011. Results: Yea Nay O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 Comments: Thank you for your consideration, Dr. Watts. The situation is under control. Operation of SCP-7778 is to continue unabated. Footnotes 1. Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration. 2. Suspected "Type-Green" reality bender. Known for his involvement in the assassinations of numerous influential figures in anomalous organized crime. 3. Roughly encompassing the same area as SCP-7778-α. 4. Information security. 5. "Red Right Hand" 6. Referred to only as "Aegor" in Williams' personal diary. Believed to be a pseudonym. 7. Designated SCP-7778 prior to the creation of SCP-7778-β. 8. See Incident 1155-B for further details. 9. A rapidly spreading spore-based fungal pathogen utilizing inanimate eukaryotic life as a vector. 10. "The Church of His Immortal Holiness, James, the Third of His Name, Rightful Heir to the Throne of England" [sic]. 11. An alias derived from the middle-name of Yeatts' step-father, Victor Aegor Davidović. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7778" by stoner99, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7778. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7779 | keter | tracker (https://imgur.com/XoMGrxR) close Info X SCP-7779 LE POOF! Written by DrApricus, Aftokrator, Fish^12, and Jack Waltz Check out DrApricus's author page! Check out Aftokrator's author page! Check out Fish^12's author page! Check out Jack Waltz's author page! 1/7779 LEVEL 1/7779 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7779 Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7779's object class will not be updated to Neutralized until the Foundation can determine the likelihood of another SCP-7779 event. Research teams tasked with investigating SCP-7779 have not uncovered any conclusive evidence on the nature of the anomaly. Updated map of Western Europe following SCP-7779. New territories formed following geological events while under UN administration are shown in grey. Description: SCP-7779 denotes an anomalous event that occurred on August 23, 2009, at 1030 GMT, in which all geographical regions legally recognized as part of the French Republic abruptly dematerialized. The phenomena encompassed a landmass depth of about 2.5 kilometers and all artificial objects within France's borders, such as aircraft and satellites. France's sudden disappearance generated a massive vacuum, causing air and seawater to rush into the vacant space. The explosion generated in these vacuums led to strong winds blowing across western Europe. Due to the absence of air pressure on the sea, the liquid that came into touch with SCP-7779 had a lower boiling point, resulting in a series of boiling tidal waves that flooded major sections of Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East. These tidal waves would also impact the coastal regions of South Africa and the Americas over the next 24 hours, causing considerable damage to infrastructure and loss of life. This was accompanied by a series of earthquakes, caused by the shifting of a portion of the Eurasian plate inwards in the general direction of former France, due to the sudden reduction in mass. Similar earthquakes were recorded worldwide, albeit on a less severe scale. The geological instability caused by the vacuum also led to a collapse of the Pyrenean and Alpine mountain ranges, among other landmasses, which spilled into the French basin to create new land. The UN currently oversees the administration of these territories, despite proponents in countries formerly bordering France calling for their governments to claim and/or annex these territories. Early estimates revealed a casualty count of approximately 1.2 billion people and a recuperation cost of about 55 trillion US dollars. Within a week of SCP-7779, the global stock market had crashed. With the sudden removal of France's export market, several countries dependent on France's pharmaceuticals and various foodstuffs were forced to declare a state of emergency, which was further complicated by social unease. Global markets began to experience major supply shortages due to panicked buying and a near-total collapse of supply chains in Europe. Millions of people have turned to looting and rioting. This was further exacerbated by the interruption of the global shipping network as a result of the ~3.8-meter reduction in the sea level. This sudden reduction was due to seawater pooling in former France, leaving most ports inaccessible and several shipping routes cut off by exposed seabed, particularly those in the Bosporus Strait and the Strait of Malacca. The full extent of SCP-7779's influence on marine life is unclear, however, it is believed that numerous populations have been devastated, if not fully rendered extinct. Hundreds of large marine mammals and millions of fish were beached, and prominent reefs such as the Great Barrier Reef, Sha'b Abu Nuhas, and the Darwin Mounds have been decimated. It is believed that these populations will naturally recover after a grace period of at least 200 years. President Barack Obama and the remaining Council of 108 members in the United States Situation Room. As most of the Council of 108 failed to survive SCP-7779, the Global Occult Coalition (GOC) was compelled to announce a Class-∆ "Full Disbandment" scenario. Furthermore, competent command of existing assets was impracticable since central headquarters and all legal actions required to carry out GOC activities were crippled. The SCP Foundation received all surviving GOC resources and staff. The British Occult Service (MI666) was similarly affected, and they possessed a policy stating that if they were unable to maintain self-governance or failed in their primary goal, their control would be assigned to the GOC, which would then be entrusted to the Foundation. By gaining these resources, expenditures associated with losing the Foundation -FR branch and damage inflicted on facilities elsewhere were considerably reduced. However, the loss of classified and critical anomalous objects and entities and O5-8, several O4 Council members alongside other highly-valued assets, had a significant but manageable impact on Foundation operations. The Foundation has elected to commit itself to predominantly altruistic pursuits. Due to the wholesale disruption to the Veil caused by SCP-7779, most of the human population became semi-aware of the anomalous, allowing the Foundation to provide mundane but helpful anomalies to those affected by SCP-7779. Bolstered with new personnel, the Foundation could allocate personnel to locations that would otherwise be understaffed or ignored. With several ectoentropic anomalies, the Foundation produced over seven hundred million Field Units, a Foundation standard package, each providing a quality kit of medical supplies, temporary shelter, advanced meal rations, survival tools, and a radio. Morale events in North America help supplement Field Units with miscellaneous items, such as makeup and extra clothing. After a series of lengthy discussions, the Foundation was able to recruit the help of various religious organizations, primarily in transporting anomalous members to SCP-7779-affected areas. These individuals provide supplementary support to Foundation efforts, such as the replacement of lost limbs with functioning appendages, distributing Field Units in hard-to-reach areas, enabling peacekeeping forces, and imparting spiritual advice. SCP-7779 also possesses a psychological component affecting individuals born in or previously residents of France. The state often manifests within the subconscious, especially in dreams that are always received negatively. It appears to be especially traumatizing, inspiring paranoia, nihilism, apocalyptomania, athazagoraphobia, sociopathic self-preservation, obsessive resettlement, survivor's guilt, and repentant self-blame. Patients report SCP-7779-1 as another SCP-7779 event preceded by elaborate and disturbing events, such as people "sinking into solid ground and decomposed by worms," the temperature dropping to such a degree that "their uvula would freeze and break off," as well as an unknown location in which the demanifested landmasses were taken to, of which is described as "so horrific as to defy reason." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7779" by Aftokrator, DrApricus, Fish^12, and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7779. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7780 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-7780 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7780's remains are kept in the ECRG Autopsy Laboratory. For details of SCP-7780’s former operational schematics, authorized personnel may consult Document ECU-7780S, volumes 3-7. Note that the validity of these schematics is currently questionable. Description: SCP-7780 was the beta version of a probabilistic manipulation drive designed to mitigate unaccountable risk factors for containment and retrieval operations in a local area. The ECRG schematic defines SCP-7780 as a gorgon effect field generator that manipulates the outcomes of dynamic environmental systems. By forcibly truncating input parameters generated by the observer effect, SCP-7780 cauterizes these dynamic systems to limit what a human observer1 would consider bad luck. SCP-7780 was implemented with a beacon-anchor system, where a single drive generator could communicate with any number of field receivers and beneficially manipulate probability across a practically infinite area. Addendum: Area-25 Probability Resonance Cascade The biological components in SCP-7780’s receivers necessitated implantation in human operators, a design flaw expected to be resolved in future iterations. Mobile Task Force Tau-5 "Samsara" troopers were chosen for their receptiveness to foreign tissue and pain resistance. Prior to the test, they were uploaded into unmodified shells to minimize potential external influence. During SCP-7780’s initial test run, faulty calibration parameters resulted in a positive feedback loop that generated an escalating series of increasingly catastrophic nonlinear system failures and improbably coincidental occurrences compounding each other. The ensuing probability resonance cascade nearly destroyed Area-25 before the drive was destroyed by Samsara troopers. In light of the drive's catastrophic failure and the numerous risk factors, it manifested, further development was canceled and it remains reclassified as SCP-7780. The ECU-7780 research team has since shifted its priorities to understanding the causes of the resonance cascade and SCP-7780’s true mechanisms of operation. A full post-mortem of the incident is underway. Full reconstruction has been hampered by severe damage incurred to the site’s computer systems. OPERATION: ECU-7780-BETA TEST SUITE 3 DATES: ██/██/2022 – ██/██/2022 STATUS: FAILURE DEPARTMENT LIAISON: Captain Sarah Hughes, Dr. Gennaro Andrews OPERATION LEADER: Sergeant Irantu OPERATIVES: Corporal Munru, Specialist Nanku, Specialist Onru SUPPORT: Samsara Squad, Experimental Containment Research Group BRIEF: Onru: Do not blame Gnasher. Irantu: Technically, it was the dog. However – Munru: Leave the dog out of this! It was faulty engineering. Nanku: I think it went pretty well! Please do not blame our dog! Irantu: We’re getting ahead of ourselves. Onru, begin the debrief from the moment of the test. Onru: Sergeant Irantu has allowed me to take point on the debrief as I was the one to complete the operation. Irantu: The rest of my squad will of course provide additional context and details as necessary. Onru: We had been briefed on the details of the ECU-7780. Its operation as an… Munru: As a gorgon-effect field generator. A machine to manufacture good luck. We had completed Test Suite 2A the previous week. Onru: As stated in our report, all validation tests were successful. We did not observe any side effects with receiver implantation aside from a mildly uncomfortable sensation in our eye sockets similar to being stung by hornets. Nanku: I still do not believe that compound vision like a fly’s falls under expected results. Onru: On the day of Test 3A, we were escorted by Captain Hughes to the ECRG laboratory. There was not even time to see Gnasher that morning. We had lodged him at the site kennel for the duration of our visit per protocol. However he escaped, it is on their heads. Irantu: Onru… Onru: our superiors need to be clear about the chain of… causality. SCP-212-745 (“Gnasher”), an Indian pariah dog repurposed for MTF Tau-5’s containment procedures, was being kept in Processing House 4 for the duration of ECRG testing to maintain Tau-5’s morale. Gnasher possessed three primary prostheses: legs capable of telescoping and supporting its weight up to 5 meters in the air, a tri-pronged snout with rotating stainless steel teeth, and an industrial-strength digestive tract protected by polycarbonate. Gnasher’s containment procedures consisted of two remote-controlled electric collars, hourly checkups by kennel staff, and scheduled feeding/playtime with Tau-5. Processing House 4 had been provided with a small doghouse, false hydrant, and chew toys to keep it occupied. Until this incident, its behavior was unremarkable and these containment procedures functioned adequately. Onru: With that established… beginning debrief. At 0900 hours we were present in the ECRG laboratory for the start of ECU-7780-Beta Test 3A: healthy activation of the ECU-7780 field generator within a 1-meter radius of its receivers. As instructed, we each stood in our undergarments 1 meter from the generator, which was supported on a small ring-shaped stool with a cutout in the middle to let it hang. There were several cables and wires jammed into the generator’s underside through the cutout. Munru: It reminded me of an obese toad on a stick. Irantu: All field technicians were also present and on standby at their stations. Technicians Vasquez, Wucinich, and Wood were present and accounted for. Captain Hughes and Doctor Andrews were overseeing the test from the viewing room. Onru: At 0925 hours the technicians had completed their final checks and were ready to commence the test. They asked us if we felt ready to proceed. Nanku: Which we were! I was looking forward to having good luck. Onru: Hughes and Andrews okayed the start of the test. The technicians flipped down their safety shields and switched the generator on remotely. I was surprised at how many switches they had to flip. Nanku: We immediately felt it turn on! Which was not one of the expected results. Since the… dynamic field parameters… were supposed to be… truncated… silently? Without us noticing. But the sensation of being stung by hornets spread out across my face and head. I disliked it. And the generator opened its eyes and stared at everything around it! I was surprised that they looked like rat eyes. I was expecting fly eyes like ours. Seven of them were staring at me. Onru: We relayed this to the technicians. Captain Hughes wanted to end the test but after we affirmed that the sensation of hornets was not actually harmful, Dr. Andrews directed them to record this information and start Test 3B. Irantu: At 0935, the technicians started feeding calibration parameters to the generator. Its eyes began changing colors. Nanku: Each time it blinked the eye was a different color. They were all beady and rat-colored though. I didn’t see any human eyes. And the sensation around my head kept changing. Around 0936 minutes, it started feeling like cockroaches around my head, then at 0937 minutes, I felt rats padding across my face. Munru: We all felt it. Not like the rats in the barracks either. The footpads were mangier. Onru: We heard the animals in the site kennel howling. We told the technicians and they couldn’t hear it. Irantu: Captain Hughes confirmed with the kennel that the animals had become agitated. Onru: Dr. Andrews ordered the technicians to shut down the field generator. I was surprised they didn’t have an emergency shutoff – they had to flip each switch in the precise reverse order it had been activated. Halfway through the shutoff process, at 0939 Gnasher fell head-first through a ceiling duct. Right into the generator. Munru: The kennel said he had escaped through one of the ducts. Used his stilt legs to reach it and then ate his way through the grate. We warned them that a muzzle would be insufficient. Nanku: His head was stuck in the generator! He was trying to pry himself out. Onru: I immediately moved forward to extract him but Irantu held me back. If I had pulled Gnasher out then and there, none of this would have happened. Instead, we stood around like idiots while Dr. Andrews and Cpt. Hughes sat in the viewing room like a bigger idiot. Irantu: I was waiting to get the all-clear from the supervisors. They were trying to determine the… optimal course of action. Onru: I must be… abundantly clear how many different points of failure were at fault for this disaster. We stood there for sixty seconds watching my dog suffocate! Irantu: But he did not. At 0941, he pulled himself loose from the stand. The generator was still stuck in his head. Onru: Captain Hughes ordered us to hold Gnasher down so the technicians could finish shutting off the generator. As we approached – Nanku: It barked at us! It had a mouth full of… concentric rows of teeth and sounded like a dozen electric drills at once. But it wasn’t Gnasher’s mouth. It was a rat’s! Munru: The technicians fell back. Vazquez and Wucinich tripped over each others’ feet. He tripped and smashed into the generator controls. She tripped and smashed into the backup controls. Nanku: The emergency alarm went off, bathing the room in crimson light and blaring sirens. Rat Gnasher panicked and bolted! Irantu: Captain Hughes ordered us to catch him. We lunged at him simultaneously but missed and collided with each other. Onru: Technician Woods tried to play the hero and stand in front of the main door even though it was already sealed. Rat Gnasher bowled him over instantly. His entry lanyard flew right off his neck and onto the scanner. Opened the door just in time for the dog to run through and then close it right as Nanku ran into it. Nanku: I was fine! Just a broken nose. But blood sprayed all over the scanner and shorted it out. Munru: We were stuck there until 0950 when the technicians were able to find replacement fuses and restore main power. Irantu: Captain Hughes and Dr. Andrews tasked us with tracking down Rat-Gnasher. In the nine minutes, he had been loose, the site had already logged forty-nine casualties and four escaped anomalies. Nanku: Dr. Andrews also tasked us with putting on clothes! Onru: He tasked Nanku with putting on clothes since her undergarments were spattered in blood. I pointed out that she would need several minutes, by which time Rat-Gnasher would have caused even more damage. Cpt. Hughes concurred and overrode Andrews. Irantu: We considered splitting into groups to track Rat-Gnasher down, but Dr. Andrews worried that the… causality effects… were still contained in the space between the receivers and the generator. We considered destroying the receivers but Cpt. Hughes would not sanction the tactical disadvantage of blinding ourselves. So we set off with the objective of capturing Gnasher, localizing the field generator effect, and minimizing further damage to the Area. Onru: I took point as Gnasher’s primary caretaker. We headed north from the testing laboratory, towards our bunk. I had told him the previous night that he could find me there if he needed me. Irantu: Security footage had traced him in that direction. In case of a site breach, it would benefit him to locate us efficiently. Onru: We caught him in the Cryonics Research Laboratory without incident. Irantu: We incurred some injuries along the way. Onru: Without. Incident. SECURITY FEED, HARDWARE DEPOT 1 The hardware depot was used to store tools and equipment for landscaping/construction. It was separated into multiple aisles of metal racks. A loose steel rod had wedged itself in the doorframe during the initial evacuation of the room, preventing it from closing fully. At 0955 hours, the ECU-7780 unit enters the room through the unsealed door. At 1000, Samsara pries the door open fully and forces its way in. Onru takes point and steps on a rake that slams into her face. Nanku laughs at her, crosses the doorway, and steps on a rake that slams into her face. Munru checks the floor to ensure there are no rakes, then steps forward onto a rake that slams into his face. Iran shrugs put a hand in front of his face and steps forward. He does not step on a rake, but slips on a loose banana peel next to the room waste bin and fractures his tailbone. Irantu diagnoses minor spinal injuries characterized by growing numbness but deems the injury non-critical. He can stand under his power, then pulls the bar from the doorway so it will automatically slide shut. Onru observes the ECU-7780 unit crouched at the far end of the aisles; she puts her hands up and beckons to the ECU unit, encouraging it to approach her. When it growls at her, she lowers her head in a submissive fashion and begins to slowly approach it. The other members of Samsara break off and move closer through the adjacent aisles. When Onru is halfway down the aisle, ECU-7780 breaks left towards Nanku, who sprints forward and dives towards the unit, but misses and slams against the far wall. A bucket falls off the shelf onto her head. Munru approaches from the adjacent aisle as Irantu approaches from the back row, attempting to catch it in a pincer maneuver. They both dive but miss and collide with each other. A bucket falls off the shelving onto each of their heads. Nanku extricates herself from the bucket, dives for the 7780 unit again, and misses again. She rolls to avoid another falling bucket and is struck by a loose cinder block, suffering a skull fracture in the process. Onru chases the ECU-7780 unit towards the exit. Instead of stopping or changing direction, the unit simply runs headfirst at the door. Instead of colliding with the locked door, it somehow manages to slip underneath the door gap. Onru tries to stop, but slips on the loose rod and collides with the door. The impact is enough to both dent and dislodges the door from its frame, causing it to fall on top of her and break several of her ribs. Munru and Nanku push the door off of her. Because they are in naked shells, Samsara is delayed in their pursuits by triaging their injuries, applying duct tape to themselves as makeshift bandages. SECURITY FEED, ECRG LABORATORY 2 ECRG Laboratory 2 was being used to test ECU-133, a series of man-sized wormholes that could be connected to each other or applied and removed from either side of a surface to tunnel through it. The laboratory’s occupants evacuated into the closest hazard shelter shortly after the alarm went off. Six of the lab’s hazard shields were still raised, each with a wormhole applied to them. At 1010 hours, ECU-7780 is seen squeezing under the doorframe, inflating its form in a manner akin to a balloon, before the door is wrenched open by Onru. ECU-7780 immediately flees into the back-left wormhole, only to pop out of the middle-right wormhole again. After a moment’s deliberation, Samsara pursues the unit into the left-front wormhole but emerges from the back-left wormhole whereas the unit exits through the back-right wormhole. They follow 7780 into the middle-left wormhole, but exit from the front-right wormhole while it exits from the back-left wormhole. Upon chasing 7780 into the back-left wormhole, each member of Samsara emerges from a separate wormhole and convenes on it through the middle-right wormhole. For several seconds, Samsara chases 7780 through the ECU-133 units. Abnormal behavior from the wormholes continues to escalate. At one point, ECU-7780 is seen chasing the Samsara team; at another, it is not seen for several moments while only the members of Samsara are seen emerging from each wormhole in turn. At one point, nobody is seen for several seconds until six copies of Samsara squad emerge: one from each wormhole. These copies freeze and stare at each other until ECU-7780 emerges from the front-right wormhole and egresses through the laboratory entrance. Upon seeing this, each copy retreats back into the wormhole from which it emerged. By 1015 hours, only one copy of Samsara emerges from the front-right wormhole to continue their pursuit. When examined later, none of the ECU-133 prototypes were found to be functional. SECURITY FEED, AREA-25 CRYONICS LABORATORY The Area-25 Cryonics Laboratory researches supercooling preservatives and preservative supercooling of living tissue. It is laid out along a single corridor in the northeast wing of Area-25, east of the barracks, with three cryonics chambers along the north wall. Three days prior to the resonance cascade, an adult instance of SCP-3199 was captured near the site and placed in Cryonics Unit 2 for safe-keeping while transfer to Area-114 was arranged. At 0945 hours during the resonance cascade, the coolant piping in Units 1 and 3 ruptured, icing over the floor. Technicians Bernard Mahnke and Leandra Stresing remained behind to ensure that Unit Two was not breached. At 1020, Stresing is huddled on top of a desk while Mahnke is sitting on the ice in front of the containment unit. She observes a temperature anomaly and asks him to check the cooling turbines behind the unit lock. As Mahnke works, the unit’s temperature continues to rise and the 3199 instance contained within it revives. The instance begins beating against the unit, causing it to bulge and buckle slightly; at one point, the metal is red hot and whistling. As the unit door seems about to give way, Mahnke fixes the ventilation blockage and gives Stresing the okay to restart the fans from her laptop. With their reactivation, the unit’s temperature lowers again and the instance’s attacks become more sluggish. While Stresing and Mahnke are waiting for the 3199 instances to freeze, the ECU unit slips into the room through the door gap. At first, the technicians do not notice it sliding about; then it comes to a stop below Stresing’s desk. She notices it and freezes. They stare at each other, then the unit opens its mouth. Stressing screaming and drops her laptop on the ground. The cryonics unit door pops open and the 3199 instance steps out. As it adjusts to the laboratory environment, Samsara enters through the main entrance. Irantu immediately identifies the specimen as an instance of 3199 and authorizes the squad to terminate it. The 3199 instance looks between the technicians and Samsara, then tries to lunge at the technicians. However, it slips on the ice and falls flat on its face. Nanku dives across the floor put it in a headlock and snaps its neck. As it dies, it regurgitates an egg that skids across the floor into Onru’s hands. She stares down at it for a moment before trying to smash it into the ground. Likely due to her body heat, the egg hatches in her hands mid-throw. The juvenile instance of 3199 pins Onru’s arms under its weight and attempts to [REDACTED] her face. Onru headbutts it in response; as it reels back, ECU-7780 attacks and bites off its head. Onru praises the unit while pulling her hands free from the 3199 corpses. As she does so, four more instances burst from the stomach of the previous instance’s corpse. Nanku looks at the security camera and pulls out a handheld sign from behind her back2. While she is distracted, a 3199 instance attacks her and splatters the camera feed with blood. SECURITY FEED, AREA-25 NORTHEAST WING At 1035 hours, an explosion is heard inside the Cryonics Laboratory that blows the main door off its hinges. At 1045 hours, all members of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 exit the room covered in burns; Onru is cradling SCP-212-745 in her hands. At 1100, technicians Stresing and Mahnke rush from the room in the direction of the nearest emergency shelter. At 1130 hours, the resonance cascade is declared over. OPERATION: ECU-7780-BETA TEST SUITE 3 DATES: ██/██/2022 – ██/██/2022 STATUS: FAILURE DEPARTMENT LIAISON: Captain Sarah Hughes, Dr. Gennaro Andrews OPERATION LEADER: Sergeant Irantu OPERATIVES: Corporal Munru, Specialist Nanku, Specialist Onru SUPPORT: Samsara Squad, Experimental Containment Research Group BRIEF: Onru: There is very little to say. The 3199 instances mauled us badly, but without proper training, they were unable to inflict meaningful damage. Irantu: The primary challenge was not killing them. They are as fragile as humans and taste like chicken. But their eggs are practically impossible to destroy. At first, we simply tried throwing the eggs back into the cryonics unit, but the machine was broken and the technicians refused to work on it while we were fighting. Onru: They locked themselves in a supply closet. Cowards. The fight would have ceased if they would have gotten to work. Nanku: There were over a dozen chicken men attacking us at one point! We were being stripped to the bone! Munru: We were lucky to have Gnasher. He saved our lives. Nanku: He started eating them! Sliding across the ice from corpse to corpse and shoveling the eggs into his mouth. Onru tried to get him to stop but he was too busy feasting to listen. I tried tasting one but couldn’t see the appeal. Onru: I was more concerned about them hatching in his stomach. We could see each one of them bulging against his insides, stretching them in the shape of horrible birds. But that thing on his head kept him alive. As soon as the last egg was shoveled into his mouth – he burped and exploded. Popped like a balloon. Irantu: We were briefly blinded and incurred minor third and fourth-degree burns, but were otherwise unharmed. When the blindness ended, we found Gnasher lying on his side with the cracked remains of the ECU lying next to him. It appeared to have been hollowed out, but its eyes remained blinking on the outside. Onru: Gnasher’s form had returned to normal but he was unconscious. I was unsure if he was alive because his heart was hidden by his stomach and the polycarbonate doesn’t transmit sound well. I waited until his eyes opened and he licked my face. Then I was sure he was combat-ready again. Nanku: She held him in her arms and everything. Onru: Shush. We took Gnasher back to the kennel and had him examined by the veterinarians. He was extremely well-behaved and they will all attest to that.3 As far as we are concerned, he prevented two containment breaches simultaneously at great personal risk to himself. In the aftermath of the resonance cascade, the ECU-7780 breach was calculated to have caused sixty-five casualties, seven containment breaches, and destroyed several billion dollars worth of equipment. The remains of SCP-7780 were recovered from the Cryonics Laboratory without incident. No SCP-3199 remains could be found. SCP-212-745 was monitored in the Area-25 Kennel for one month before being released into Tau-5’s custody. On ██/██/2022, SCP-212-745 “Gnasher” was nominated by Captain Sarah Hughes, Sergeant Irantu, and Sergeant Onru for a Foundation Star. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7780" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7780. Licensed under CC-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. see ECU-7780S Abstract for an applied definition of human 2. on slowed footage, the sign reads “GOOD GRIEF” in shaky capital letters. 3. None of the kennel veterinarians were willing to say otherwise. |
SCP-7781 | euclid | By Marcelles D. Raynes & The Spider Queen & Voct Item #: SCP-7781 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7781 is contained in the Humanoid Containment Wing at Site-83 in a cell resembling a post-modern finished basement, fitted with furniture and appliances that closely mirror SCP-7781's original habitat. Foundation webcrawler Avian.aic is to be deployed to remove all images and posts referencing SCP-7781-A from the internet. Physical copies of images containing depictions of SCP-7781-A are to be located and destroyed, and the individuals who possesed them are to be amnesticized. SCP-7781's apartment has been condemned by Foundation agents embedded in the local government. Cover Story 9 ("Runaway From Home") has been disseminated to local news agencies and individuals who had personal contact or relationships with SCP-7781. Individuals found investigating SCP-7781's disappearance from the civilian population are to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-7781 is Jack Arthur Osborn, a genetically modified humanoid organism. Prior to containment, SCP-7781 was a known figure among its online community and moderator of the subreddit "r/spiderporn". Upon retrieval Osborn was discovered to have undergone severe genetic modification including the grafting of additional limbs, the growth of silk-producing glands, a chitinous exoskeleton, and compound eyes. Through currently unknown anomalous means1 , SCP-7781 is able to alter and combine the genetic data of various existing arachnid species with each other, other animals, and inanimate objects in order to produce entirely new organisms of the genus Arachne. Photographs of these organisms (collectively designated SCP-7781-A) were posted to the aforementioned subreddit daily, often garnering significant attention from frequenters of the site. SCP-7781-A instances share few qualities with one another despite initial similarities in physical appearances. All instances are inherently infertile and incapable of independent breeding. Whether this is a result of their naturally conflicting biology or the inadvertent byproduct of SCP-7781's genetic tampering2, is currently unknown. SCP-7781 has categorized all its anomalous species as being within the nonexistent genus 'Arachne'; Foundation entomologists have tentatively identified four distinct orders, ten families, and nineteen genera. A partial listing of the SCP-7781-A instances has been provided below. The complete list is available upon request. Genus Species Description Arachne Advocatus Instances are quadrupedal with two sets of arms, often observed carrying one to two briefcases in their possession. If left undisturbed, Arachne advocatus will invariably construct a building resembling a standard American court house, wherein they will host trials in an as-of-yet untranslated language. These trials will always result in an apparent conviction, and the "guilty" arachnid will be summarily "executed" outside the structure and eaten by the others. Arachne Stegosaurus Instances are considerably larger than non-anomalous spiders, reaching lengths of 1.5meters and heights of 2 meters when mobile. Instead of fur, Arachne stegosaurus is covered in sleek scale-like growths which, when taken the entity's reinforced exoskeleton, allow Arachne stegosaurus to endure most forms of conventional ballistic rounds. Additionally, these instances are both passive and vegetarian. Arachne Pyris Instances are entirely composed of fire that loosely resembles a non-anomalous tarantula in shape. Arachne pyris, while typically independent hunters, are able to combine their body mass to form an even larger instance of themselves in order to facilitate the capture of prey. These instances subsist entirely on flammable materials, such as oil, butane, wood, and other insects. Arachne Vehicularis Instances four centimeters in length, and have wheels in place of their legs. Despite possessing mandibles for mastication, these instances subsist entirely on 5W-20, a type of engine oil found in most standard, non-anomalous commercial motor vehicles. Instances are also capable of extremely fast movement, with the fastest documented speed of 50km/h. Arachne Arborealis Instances begin life similar in appearance to non-anomalous black widows. Upon reaching adolescence, however, the instances will create a cocoon around themselves in which they will remain until adulthood. Upon emergence from the cocoon however, they will resemble common birch trees. Instances are incapable of movement at this stage and unable to eat. Adult instances will survive on the nutrients they've consumed during their adolescence until they are able to spread spores and reach the end of their natural lives. Arachne Sella Instances are hatched from eggs and resemble non-anomalous wolf spiders until they reach sexual maturity, at which point they will molt their exoskeleton and assume the form of a brown sofa. Instances are incapable of movement at this stage, although they continue to exude a sweet aroma that attracts prey organisms to "sit" on them. The instances will envelop the prey in its seat cushions and drag it into the deeper recesses of its body for consumption. Arachne Ariarus Instances resemble the common house spider in size and weight, being approximately 1.27 cm long. The instances have a long growth on it's opisthosoma, resembling the flag of an eighth note, which they are seen stringing silk from to be similar to cellos. Instances are seen gathering in groups of 20 to 40 to perform a full length orchestral program. These instances have not been recorded exhibiting self preservation tactics, such as consuming insects or plant matter for sustenance. Retrieval: The following video log was provided by Retrieval Agent Sylvia Starling after SCP-7781's apprehension. <Begin Log> Agent Starling approaches SCP-7781's residence. She examines her datapad and confirms her location. She adjusts her body camera and knocks on the door three times before turning the handle and entering. The interior of SCP-7781's residence is disheveled; loose sheets of paper with documentation of various species of anomalous and non-anomalous spiders are strewn on the floor, and the blinds on one of the windows are broken as is the window itself. Several open glass cages with webbed hinges are present as well. Hung on the walls are framed images of the aforementioned anomalous spider species above plaques denoting their colloquial and scientific names. In the far corner of the room is a large cocoon composed of silk and newspaper scraps, approximately six meters in diameter. The cocoon undulates rhythmically, and several spiders (among other insects) can be observed entering and exiting the structure. Adjacent to the cocoon is a laptop, the screen still active and displaying the subreddit "r/spiderporn". Agent Starling approaches the laptop and begins reading through the comments. Starling: Christ on a stick… The cocoon begins vibrating. After approximately thirty seconds, a human hand emerges from inside, followed by an arachnoid-like limb. The hand and limb work in tandem to exacerbate the crack in the cocoon, an action that subsequently unleashes several of the insects and spider-hybrids that were seen entering it moments prior. The face of SCP-7781 is seen, although half of the entity's face is obscured by silk and the darkness of its enclosure. SCP-7781: Don't hurt my spiders. Starling: Jack? Jack Osborn? Is that you? SCP-7781 retreats into its cocoon, turning its body so that its back, which appears to be a mixture between an exoskeleton and human flesh, is covering the opening. The entity can be heard crying, although this is barely audible. SCP-7781: Don't hurt them. Please. Don't hurt my… Starling: We aren't going to hurt you or your spiders, Jack. The entity turns to face Agent Starling. The silk obscuring half of its face has fallen off, revealing that the left side of its face contains a set of arachnid-like mandibles and three additional eyes. SCP-7781: They're… all that I have. I… look at me. They're all that I am. They're all that I have left. Starling: I swear. I'm gonna need you to come with us for now though, alright? SCP-7781: I… no. My work needs… my work needs to be completed. My children need love. T-t-they- it makes them happy. The upvotes. It makes my spiders happy. Starling: Okay, Mr. Osborn, I hear you. You come with us, and I'll see to it personally that you and your spiders continue to receive the love and care that you need. I just can't leave you spreading pictures of your… children… all over the Internet. SCP-7781: No, I can't… You're going to hurt them. SCP-7781 fully emerges from its cocoon. The entity is wearing a torn, heavily soiled white t-shirt. While the torso of the entity resembles that of an adult human male in poor physical condition, the hips and legs of the entity are that of an arachnid. Eight additional legs are present, starting at the waist section of the human torso, and extending approximately three meters. Each joint exhibits signs of decay, and human bone material can be seen among the muscle mass underneath the chitinous exoskeleton. SCP-7781 maneuvers from its cocoon with apparent discomfort, although this discomfort does not prevent it from scaling the ceiling with several SCP-7781-A instances in its hands. SCP-7781: Go away! SCP-7781 projects a silky material from its mouth, hitting Agent Starling's boots and confining her to the floor where she stands. Several SCP-7781-A instances scale the webbing and infiltrate Agent Starling's clothing, although she does not react. Starling: I'm not going anywhere without you, Mr. Osborn. SCP-7781-A instances climb Agent Starling's chest and shoulders. SCP-7781 remains in its position on the wall, maintaining eye contact with Agent Starling. SCP-7781: I'll have them… bite you! You'll never leave here. My children are venomous, and there is no cure. Starling: That may be true, but you aren't going to do that, Mr. Osborn. You aren't a killer, you're an artist. SCP-7781-A instances climb Agent Starling's face. Several settle in her hair and begin to project webbing as if nesting. SCP-7781 ceases movement abruptly, as do the SCP-7781-A instances. Starling: I told you, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to keep you safe. SCP-7781: I've been doing a good job of that myself. Starling: You think? We found out about you and your children pretty easily, Jack. What if there was someone who hated you out there with the same power as us? Someone who would actually want to hurt your children? What if it was a group of someone's? Do you think you could protect them then? SCP-7781: I… y-yes. Starling: Do you honestly believe that? Look me in my eyes and tell me that you could keep all of these spiders safe from gun toting, ignorant assholes that hate spiders and came here to kill them. SCP-7781: … Starling: We're the best option you and your children have, Jack. Come with us, for their sake. SCP-7781: For their sake? Starling: No harm will come to them. You have my word. SCP-7781 descends. SCP-7781-A instances remove the webbing from Agent Starling's feet, and SCP-7781 is successfully contained. <End Log> Afterword: Following apprehension, SCP-7781 gave detailed instructions on the proper care and maintenance of each individual arachnid species in its possession to Agent Starling, who relayed the information to the containment team. SCP-7781 has continued to create additional instances of SCP-7781-A at the request of Foundation botanists. Photographs of these additional instances are to be printed and given to SCP-7781, as doing so has proven to improve SCP-7781's demeanor. Footnotes 1. Presumably the same methods used to alter its own genes. 2. As most reality benders often infuse physical aspects of themselves in their reality manipulations subconsciously. |
SCP-7782 | safe | by ParallelPotatoes Item#: 7782 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7782 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7782 is kept in a specialized anomalous storage locker that prevents rotting. Description: SCP-7782 is a sapient gala apple capable of speech. The method by which it speaks is unknown. Discovery: On February 14th 2023, SCP-7782 spontaneously manifested on Doctor Yellowstone's desk alongside a valentines day card with the text "You are the apple of my eye!" The following interaction was recorded by security cameras in Doctor Yellowstone's office. <Begin Log> SCP-7782: Hey there, doc. Some might bake you into an apple pie, but I'd bake you into a cutie pie. Doctor Yellowstone: Oh, hello. Thank you, I guess. How did you get in here? SCP-7782: I fell from the tree right into your basket1. Speaking of which, if I saw you on a tree, I'd climb to the top just to pick you. Doctor Yellowstone: I'm flattered, but no thank you. Have you heard of the Smith-Malus anomalous scientific law? It states that "an apple a day keeps the doctor away." SCP-7782: Dang. Well, it was nice to meet you anyways! <End Log> Addendum 1: As of July 17th 2023, SCP-7782 has made romantic advances towards fifty-three Foundation Personnel, twenty-two sapient SCP objects, and one picture of a potted plant. None of these individuals have reciprocated SCP-7782's advances, and it has not made advances towards individuals who have declined previously. Researcher Wadsworth offered to introduce it to one of the Foundation's artificial intelligences. However, SCP-7782 declined, as the artificial intelligences do not run on Apple-branded computers. Addendum 2: To test how SCP-7782 interacts with mundane objects, a non-anomalous red delicious apple was placed in its containment locker. The following was recorded after. <Begin Log> SCP-7782: Hey, Wadsworth. Who's that? Researcher Wadsworth: That's an apple2. SCP-7782: She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I'm gonna go talk to her. SCP-7782 rolls closer to the apple. SCP-7782: Uh, hi. I'm Johnny. The apple is silent. SCP-7782: I, um, just wanted to say I think you're beautiful. The apple remains silent. SCP-7782: Do you want to get to know each other? The apple continues being silent. <End Log> The mundane apple remained in SCP-7782's containment locker at its request, and it continued to talk to the mundane apple despite the fact that the mundane apple has yet to verbally respond. Addendum 3: Two engagement rings were found embedded in SCP-7782 and the mundane apple a year following Addendum 2. Nine months after the previous event, an apple seed with a tiny pacifier was found in SCP-7782's containment locker. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7782" by ParallelPotatoes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7782. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Heart Apple.jpg Author: Greg Hartley License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Heart_Apple.jpg Footnotes 1. There are no trees nor baskets in Doctor Yellowstone's office. 2. SCP-7782 has not seen any other apples since its original manifestation. |
SCP-7783 | euclid | Please forgive me for all of the things I never did. ITEM #: SCP-7783 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: VLAM Assigned Site Site-196 Site Director Dr. James Razay Research Head Kaden Powell Assigned MTF N/A ITEM: SCP-7783 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: VLAM Assigned Site Site-196 Site Director Dr. James Razay Research Head Kaden Powell Assigned MTF N/A SCP-7783 was discovered here. Special Containment Procedures: Instructions for semantoconceptual1 binding of SCP-7783 are only available to allocated specialists. Personnel assigned to the vicinity of Site-196 Unit 7783 are prohibited from engaging in intense hypothetical, speculative, fantastical, or intimate thought regarding SCP-7783. Due to the nature of SCP-7783, complete amnesticization of all personnel regarding its existence or lack thereof would result in semantoconceptual unbinding and thusly a breach of containment. As such, priority is to be given to the application of selective thought blocking medications2 (STBs) derived from Class C Amnestics. Interviews with Personnel-Associated Sapient Concepts (PASCs) are permitted, and are to be carried out only by approved staff who have maintained a daily regimen of STB medication above therapeutic dosage for at least 30 days. Description: SCP-7783 is a semi-corporeal ontokinetic tetrahedral construct3 currently semantoconceptually bound to the definitive clause "Contained within Unit 7783 of Site-196". Perceptibility of SCP-7783 is highly variable and dependent on the conscious operation of a spectator to engage in visual perception. When perceived, SCP-7783 fluoresces on a blue-yellow gradient and occupies a fixed position regardless of kinetic forces exerted upon it. SCP-7783 is only capable of being physically acted upon through complex series of interaction and manipulation on the part of sapient actors, defined as semantoconceptual interactivity. SCP-7783 was contained utilizing this method. PASC-01 Engaging with SCP-7783 in this manner results in a significant amount of biological, conceptual, and ontokinetic abstraction in affected subjects. Typically this results in the affected subject becoming an intangible conceptual sapience associated with environments previously frequented by the subject. (See Observation Log) Foundation-associated individuals who have been subject to SCP-7783's influence in this fashion are designated Personnel-Associated Sapient Concepts (PASCs) and are known to still possess higher cognitive functions, albeit in a highly abstracted form disassociated from biological functions. PASCs can interact with reality through limited and minute interferences in the psychology and neurological activity of sentient and sapient individuals in their vicinity.4 Instances are believed to attempt communication with familiar individuals through selective subversive influence, leaving the subject unaffected, though these capabilities diminish with time. PASC presence is also associated with an increase in pareidoliac5 tendencies in nearby individuals. (See Interview-7783-1) Discovery: SCP-7783 was discovered by Senior Researchers Dr. River Cories and Kaden Powell off duty. During initial acquisition, Cories inadvertently exerted a semantoconceptual interaction with SCP-7783 and subsequently began PASC transition (See PASC-001 observation log). Two additional personnel were exposed to SCP-7783's properties during primary semantoconceptual binding containment efforts. Kaden Powell has taken on the role of provisional containment director and has placed priority on determining methods of reversing SCP-7783's effects. Observation Log: Subject Time Elapsed Since Exposure Observational Notes Dr. River Cories One Hour Intact conceptual coherency. Emotional distress prevalent and more pronounced compared to later stages. Dr. River Cories One Day Intermittent conceptual coherency. Efficacy of linguistic communication greatly reduced.6 Dr. River Cories One Week Spurious conceptual coherency. Increased cognitive-subversive influence. Beginning of biological shutdown and disassociation. Dr. River Cories One Month Total biological and physical abstraction. Emergence of immature PASC subversive and strengthened pareidolic influence, most prevalent in the immediate vicinity of the disassociated fruiting body. Dr. River Cories One Year Total abstraction. Subversive cognitive influences minute yet observable. Pareidolic influence prevalent in associated individuals even in absence of PASC promixity. Interview-7783-D78990: Foreword: Interview conducted by Research Director Kaden Powell with D-78990 as part of a study on PASC cognitive-subversive impressions. Purpose is to induce impression to facilitate possible communication with PASC-01. <Begin Log> Powell: Good evening, D-78990. D-78990: Yeah, evening. Powell: For the purposes of this, uh, test, that I'm carrying out, I just want you to confirm a few things for me really quick. Your full legal name is ████ █████████, correct? Date of birth ██/██/████? D-78990: Yeah, that's me. Definitely me. Remind me what we're doing here again? Powell: Well, essentially, I'm here to just talk to you for a bit, take some notes on your behavior, and the like. Like an evaluation of sorts. D-78990: So, what should we talk about? Powell: I don't know, exactly. D-78990: Aren't you leading the way? Powell: I guess we could start with something like, say, a favorite color. D-78990: Favorite colors? I thought it would be something more, I dunno. Sciencey? Powell: Well I'm mostly just monitoring your behavior, looking for any signs indicative of- D-78990: Signs of what? I got cancer or something? Powell: No, just. Nevermind. Why bring up cancer out of all things? D-78990: I dunno. My dad died of it. Long time ago. Powell: What type? D-78990: Lung Cancer. Stage 4. Powell: I knew someone whose dad passed from lung cancer. D-78990: Yeah, well, we probably saw it coming. He was a pack a day smoker for- Powell: Twenty-Two years. D-78990: Oh, nice guess. Yeah. Twenty Two. [Powell pauses.] D-78990: I'm surprised you folks haven't found out a cure for it with all the shit you got here. Powell: Not really a priority for us. D-78990: You know I would've loved to work here. Powell: Really? What makes you say that? You don't have a research background from what I've seen. D-78990: I wanted to go into medicine when I was younger, you know. Powell: Lot of folks do. D-78990: Would've been nice to work for a place like this, one with a real purpose, you know? Powell: Yeah, it definitely beats working in fucking IT for a bunch of coked up geriatrics. [D-78990 laughs awkwardly. Powell appears visibly confused.] D-78990: River would have laughed at that joke. [Powell flinches momentarily.] Powell: Yeah? D-78990: He would have, yeah. Always hated working back in Loxy. Powell: Shit… yeah, I remember. I remember it too clearly. D-78990: Oh definitely. It was crazy times, crazy times! Used to get so mad at that place. 'Ould get rung up for the stupidest stuff you and- Powell: Man, me and him did, we really fucking did. Fuckin' Chris always had a stick up his ass though. Made it hell. D-78990: He was too old to still be working, that's why. Halfway decomposed at the desk. What was that one joke you made about his nose to me? Powell: Which one? D-78990: The night after D&B? Powell: Oh! The one about him looking 8 and 80 at the same time? D-78990: Please! Oh god, River was crying laughing to that. That night was the most he had laughed in a long time then. Powell: Yeah, I remember that night. It was amazing. Just making stupid jokes to each other. Enjoying the time we had. D-78990: Like all the time in the world was ours, huh? Powell: Made everything better. Life was perfect. D-78990: The neighbors didn't hear perfect. Powell: But the neighbors always complained about how loud we were. D-78990: Well, I was loud. Noisy. But that was something you liked about him. Powell: I still remember his laughing. I still remember it all. D-78990: He just didn't know how to take it seriously. Powell: Hah! Well yeah, that's how he was. Always loud and bursting with energy. Made every situation colorful. D-78990: Wonder if this River guy is still like that? Powell: He's still out there, somewhere. Still the life of someone's party. D-78990: Who is? [Powell sighs] Powell: Nevermind. <End Log> Closing Statement: D-78990 and Kaden Powell had not had any contact prior to this interview. D-78990 had never met Dr. River Cories. SCP-7783-propagated fruited bodies. Footnotes 1. Pertaining to the inherent semantic information of a concept in reality. 2. With intention to induce a cognitive fog barrier in response to an indivual's attempts to engage SCP-7783 related thought beyond material task-related operations. 3. SCP-7783's physicality is of dubious and spurious nature. 4. Referred to as cognitive-subversive impression. 5. A phenomenon associated with the perception of substantial meaning in random and insignificant stimuli, most commonly associated with facial recognition. 6. Per the request of Research Director Kaden Powell, all interviews conducted between Powell and PASC-01 "River Cories" have been redacted from general clearance. 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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; 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Beware! What you’re about to see Will not be easy to survive. The Euclid designation here Means much has been misunderstood. If you knew all there is to fear You'd use your bed as firewood. Containing this one, by the way Is quite a simple thing to do: Stop reading this and go away. This poem wasn’t meant for you. Description: Pale and dressed in black. Created for a children’s book. One day they launched a sneak attack And strung their author from a hook. Mister Lengthwise. Mister Longways. They’re not fiction any longer. Rhymes are like their doors and hallways. Readers make them even stronger. On Mister Lengthwise sits a hat: A porkpie, sharp in shape and style. It covers up his eyes so that You only see his hungry smile. Lengthwise likes to creep up soft Along your floor and wall and ceiling. And if he lifts his hat aloft His gaze will leave your psyche reeling. A peacoat clings to Longways’ frame. He wheezes since it’s buckled tight. And since you dared to learn his name He’ll stand beside your door to-night. But if you see him, try to wait Before you part your lips to scream. For if you fail and take his bait You won’t awaken from your dream. So stay alert when counting sheep And ‘neath the covers always hide— The moment you lay down to sleep You'll find them smiling at your side. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7785" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7785. Licensed under CC-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-7787 | pending | close Info X SCP-7787 “Lost in the Media” by: Mew-ltiverse Read more of my stuff The main character of this article, Tatsuki, uses they/he/she pronouns and will be referred to as such ⚠️ CW: Violence ⚠️ content warning NOTICE Information about SCP-7787 and SCP-7787-1 is limited, as the only information known about said anomalies is through the diary entries and video recordings taken by Foundation employee Dr. Tatsuki Masuda. Item #: SCP-7787 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawler Delta-7043 (“STAY LOST”) is to continuously monitor the web for any references to SCP-7787. Upon discovery, said mentions are to be removed from the internet. Misinformation is to be released claiming that SCP-7787 is a hoax. SCP-7787’s page on the Lost Media Wiki is to be edited with information “confirming” its status as non-existent. Due to the lack of knowledge on SCP-7787-1 and related anomalies, along with the near confirmed danger of it remanifesting, further testing is prohibited. SCP-7787 is not to be opened by anyone of any clearance level for any reason. The poster image for SCP-7787. Description: SCP-7787 refers to a Japanese visual novel known as "A Chance Meeting With Yukiya" (ゆきやとの邂逅). Prior to containment, SCP-7787 had a minor presence in the lost media community, as its existence was unconfirmed. SCP-7787 was discovered by Foundation researcher Dr. Tatsuki Masuda using anomalous archival technology. Playing an unknown amount of SCP-7787 will initiate SCP-7787’s primary affect, the manifestation of SCP-7787-1. SCP-7787-1 refers to Yukiya Sasaki, the love interest of SCP-7787. Approximately a week after SCP-7787 is opened, SCP-7787-1 will manifest in reality. SCP-7787-1 will embed itself in the life of the player. During SCP-7787’s activation, an antimemetic effect is present, preventing anyone but the player from knowing about the existence of SCP-7787 or learning that SCP-7787-1 is a video game character. This effect includes removal of all online references to SCP-7787, and an inability to perceive any representation of SCP-7787-1 in visual documentation, such as screenshots. All knowledge on the inner workings of SCP-7787 and SCP-7787-1 are based on the initial activation by Dr. Masuda. No new playthrough has been started since. Opening Macintosh HD > Users > MTatsuki > Personal Notes ACMWY To do list: Play game Summarize game Translate game Post translation in a Google doc on Twitter Update LMW page to found Cause I haven’t actually played it yet lmao I wanna surprise everyone with the full game and translation Say I found it on like the 200th page of Google on a sketchy site yeah that’ll do LMW Page outline: Update the story and gameplay, add a recovery section ACMWY game summary: A Chance Meeting With Yukiya (Japanese: ゆきやとの邂逅) was a freeware Japanese visual novel developed by ChillDaze. Details about its release are limited. Story and Gameplay: The game was a horror visual novel masquerading as a game in which the protagonist romances a man named Yukiya Sasaki. It played like a typical visual novel, with options that elicited different responses out of other characters, despite only having one ending. Synopsis: The game starts with the player meeting Yukiya at the store, striking up a conversation with him, and discovering the two of them have a lot in common. The two continue to meet on accident, giving the player the chance to get closer with him. The player is warned by their three closest friends that Yuikya is dangerous, but they ignore this advice until their friends start being mysteriously killed by an unknown perpetrator. It is revealed at the end that the killer is Yukiya, who believed them to be in the way between him and the player. The game ends with the main character turning the light on in their bedroom to reveal Yukiya, who embraces them and promises to never leave them. Availability: The game was uploaded by ChillDaze to download and play for free on Windows, Mac OS and Linux online sometime between 2007 and 2011. ChillDaze only uploaded one game before their website went defunct in 2012. Their website is still available to view on the internet archive, including the page about A Chance Meeting With Yukiya. Recovery: The files for the game were discovered by Lost Media Wiki user SapphireFantasy on June 12th, 2022. SapphireFantasy has stated that they discovered the OS files for the game on the 202nd page of Google on an unsecured website. SapphireFantasy played the game using an emulator, fully translating and uploading the gameplay to their YouTube account of the same name. The main image I’ll upload for the article ACMWYPoster.png Close ChillDaze's logo ChillDazeLogo.png Close Okay cool, I’ll gather some screenshots and stuff for the LMW page and I’ll be golden My review of the game: (that I'll probably post on twitter or smth) I feel its a really fun game. Yukiya is delightfully chilling as a villain. While he parades himself as a kind and caring individual, it doesn't take long for one to see he's rather manipulative, cold, and cunning. He does what he wants, and gets away with it using anime logic lol, he's a charming villain though. The mc coming to the suspicion that her friends may actually be right is very good and sad when she realizes too late, and the last death takes place. the final scene had chills running down my spine fr. I'm glad I could help find it! cool before I upload the game I just wanna make sure I have everything in order Item #: idk lets go with 7787 Lets cut to the chase WHAT THE FUCK he has to be anomalous The game has to be anomalous I dont even fuckjng know anymore yukiya sasaki is nOT A 5 YEAR ANOMALOUS TECHNOLOGY SPECIALIST HES A FUCKING ANIME CHARACTER I tried to show Juniper a picture of him but she said it was static and when I asked her about it later she didnt remember what is happening It seems that the game is coming to life. Damnit. this is so scary. I need to talk to him. ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Yukiya: Oh, it’s absolutely no problem! I— Tatsuki: Can I talk to you? Yukiya: Oh, just give me second, Ella. Tatsuki, hey. Tatsuki: Follow me. [shuffling] Yukiya: Dear me, you seem frantic. Is something- Tatsuki: You lunatic! [shuffling] Tatsuki: This is you! Yukiya: A picture of static? Tatsuki, are you feeling okay? You look pale. Tatsuki: Don’t you fucking play dumb! Yukiya: I’m not playing dumb. You’re really concerning me. But I won’t tell anyone. Maybe you should ask Director Winters to take the rest of the day off. Tatsuki: You motherfucker! I-I- Yukiya: Hey, it's okay. Just breathe. Tatsuki: SHUT UP! I don't wanna hear it! Get— Get away from me! [footsteps] Yukiya: [distantly] Tatsuki— <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO He called after me, but quickly gave up. He seems to care about my well being. I hope he gets hit by a bus. This has so many implications. God. What is going on? I feel like I'm going insane. I feel sick. He can’t really be real, can he? He's like, just here now. As a real person, like me or any other human. His hair is dyed blonde, but everything else translated from 2D to real perfectly. It's so weird. It's not that cold, doesn't he get hot with that large ass scarf? I’ve just got so much on my mind. This game is anomalous. Who wouldve fucking though that the game I'm most interested in finding is a damn anomaly. Well I guess I have to regroup now. I tried showing to my colleagues that yukiya is from a game, but it didnt work. So maybe if I can make him talk to me? About the game. I can make him slip up. I just have to record my interactions with him I’ve decided to meticulously record everything about this I want to write an SCP file, but I can’t. I'm pretty sure no one would be able to see it anyway. Plus I dont have enough information. All I know is that he came to life. That’s not enough for a file. But maybe I can compile enough information, eventually. Its been ten days since Yukiya appeared. Maybe he really doesn’t know he’s from a game? He hasn’t slipped up at all. In that case, I feel really bad for being so rude. But I don’t know, he could just be totally lying like Yukiya does in the game. Jeez, this is complicated. There are endless possibilities. Maybe he just appeared in reality and thats it? That’s all the game does is make the love interest come to life? He could really believe he’s a foundation doctor, who knows? I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but its kinda nice to see my thoughts. I'm not really sure where to start with everything. Interacting with actual people is strange. I posted on twitter if anyone remembered the game, and no one remembered it! I know its obscure but im not the only one who knew. It had a page on LMW but its not there anymore! I used the recovery programs I used to find the game and see if I could find the LMW page, but it’s just completely gone, like it never existed! It's like no one remembers its existence but me. I guess thats what happens when someone starts the game. It makes me wonder what happens if I finish the game But I still dont have conclusive evidence that the game has even started in real life. Its been a month and yukiya is still acting clueless. I'm going to write a list of the people closest to me that I should keep an eye on. if he is being a lying bastard like he is in the game, then he could target anyone. My foundation and out of foundation friends. Oscar Clements - Fellow anomalous technology specialist, has been my best foundation friend for three years Mark Kane - Second best friend and crush (he doesn’t know that part, though) works with our site when we’ve got physical counterparts to our anomalies Juniper Lyons - My foundation sister, we’ve been through thick and thin, I love her Maddie Case - Comes with mark from his site, she totally knows I have a crush on him and teases me about it lol Penny Winters - Site leader and sweetheart, She's stern, but a really kind boss. Yasu Yamaguchi - Best friend from before I transferred to an American site, still in touch with him Asahi Masuda - Brother; he thinks I work with some popular tech companies; I havent talked to him in a bit though Osamu Masuda - My dad, haven't talked to him in a bit, but I'm still on good terms with him Kaori Masada - Mom, also on good terms with her! Mia Masada - my niece, love her to pieces if Yukiya killed her he’d be a monster shes like 6 Kazuyuki Ikeda - best friend from back home, havent talked in years, but he's still my best friend, whenever we talk it's like no time has passed I’ve decided to apologize to Yukiya for being rude, just incase. Well, if he’s being truthful, he didnt remember. He was super nice to me, told me not to worry about it even though he doesnt remember cause we're friends. I dont consider him my friend But I dont know if I can trust him. It took less than a month for him in the game to get to the killing. I have a bad feeling about this. He’s maybe just trying to lure me into a false sense of security. If that’s the case, it’s not gonna work. Im gonna make sure that I dont fall for his fake charm for a second. Tatsuki apologized. That was very kind of them. But strange. I didn't think they would. Are they actually sorry? This is probably a good thing. They might be willing to work with me. Maybe they'd understand. He’s been trying to talk with me more. He’s so nice, it’s hard to believe how evil he is. We get along well, though he’s picked up on my nerves when I talk to him. He says he’s known me ever since I transferred to this site. He seems to have (or is faking) these fake memories of when we first met. Other people believe him! I asked Maddie and she says she’s met him several times. People are starting to worry that I keep asking things that they think I should already know. This is just all so weird. I should try to more concretely write an SCP file. But there’s a lot about this I still don’t know. The game is the anomaly, and Yukiya is 7787-1. That’s the number that I’ll use. But I’m still unsure how a lot of this shit works It's been like, a month and a half since he appeared. Let’s try this anyway Item #: SCP-7787 Special Containment Procedures: Do not fucking play this game like at all costs don’t fuckin play it Description: SCP-7787 refers to a Japanese visual novel known as “A Chance Meeting with Yukiya”. Any person that plays SCP-7787 (unknown amount, presumably any) will initiate SCP-7787’s primary effect, the manifestation of SCP-7787-1. SCP-7787-1 refers to the game's main love interest, Yukiya Sasaki who will manifest in reality approximately a week after the game is played. After the manifestation of SCP-7787-1, the events of the game will begin to take place in reality. It is unknown how aware SCP-7787-1 is that it is a video game character. uuuugh. there's so much I dont know. but we are not gonna test this thing again. if I even get past it that is Incase this all ends and I can show these notes to someone, I feel I should note the in game deaths Haruka Nakaya - Found dead in her home, fell down the stairs, thought to be an accident Etsuko Aikawa - Subject of a brutal hit and run Aoi Kutsuki - Found gutted in the protags room with a missing heart, given to them by Yukiya when he appears I need to compare who he could possibly kill in these ways. I'm thinking that Haruka will be Maddie, as they're both friends that I/mc met through another person Etsuko is probably gonna be Juniper, as they're both close friends that I/mc have known for years Aoi is gonna be Mark, probs, as the mc acts a bit flirty with Aoi at some point. I just need to make sure. I need to religiously watch these guys to make sure he doesnt attack. I didn't expect to take this long. But I've really just enjoyed being a person. I have all the time in the world, I think. I'm not actually sure. But I'm sure the stupid rules will allow me some time to enjoy myself. But Tatsuki is getting suspicious. They don't appear to enjoy my company. I fear I'm going to have to remain secretive. I'm doing my best to keep an eye on everyone. But it's kinda hard to be everywhere at once. But, I have noticed Yukiya being a bit more nosey around Maddie and Mark whenever they come around. He's been talking with her more. I've got my eye on him. Tomorrow is the last day that Maddie will be at our site for the next month. Either, he's gonna wait the month, or he's gonna kill her tomorrow. I've been pestering her so much, she keeps asking if im okay I’m just really worried. I don’t want anyone to die Like he could just be a normal guy, but I really doubt it I I was wrong about who. But not when. Juniper. My almost sister. She died the same way Haruka did. Sort of. They found that it seemed her neck was manually broken to ensure she died. Like, whoever did it made sure she died as soon as possible. I feel sick. My head hurts. When I was mapping all this out it almost didn’t feel real. But now that shes gone, it does. I want to throw up I wish that I was dreaming. can this please just be a bad dream? I I fucking I NEED TO TALK TO HIM ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Tatsuki: Yukiya, I have to talk to you. Yukiya: Ah, okay. Give me a moment, Esame, Will. [shuffling] Yukiya: Is something the matter? Tatsuki: Don’t you DARE play dumb again, you psychopath! You killed Juniper! Yukiya: Wh-What? Are you okay? I heard the death was an accident. Tatsuki: Staged by you! Why- why did you snap her neck? Sh- she snaps her neck in the game… but this was forceful! You were forceful! They said she died almost immediately. Which is better than pain— but she- she— I mean— I just didn’t want her to die at all! She’s one of my best friends! An sh-she’s gone! Because of you! Yukiya: I know it’s hard for you to lose such a close friend. Do they have any leads on who did it? Tatsuki: Of course it’s hard you fucking psychopath! You knew she was one of my best friends! That’s why you killed her! To get to me! Yukiya: You look really ill. You should go see the site infirmary. I know some months ago, you apologized for attacking me. I still don't remember you doing so. Have I done something to you? Tatsuki: I— [sniffles] What— what the hell? I- I… It was you! I know it was you! Or your existence… somehow… Yukiya: Well, I didn't kill Juniper. But, I'm not mad at you for your accusation. You're clearly rather stressed out… Here, please let me walk you to the infirmary. You seriously look like you're about to faint. Tatsuki: [sniffles] Just let me— <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO It hurt to see how upset they were. I tried to ensure Juniper didn't suffer. But this is going to be worth it, I know it is. I've had so much fun just. well, being alive! I went to the animal shelter the other day to look at animals. I couldn't adopt, as I can't guarantee I'll stay around, but maybe after my victory is guaranteed. I feel terrible thinking about how excited I'll be once I win. Maybe once I win, I could do something to make up for causing Tatsuki pain. But, I wouldn't accept an apology from me, either. None of this even feels real anymore I just want it to stop It almost felt like I was actually playing the game. until actual consequences I fucking wish I NEVER FOUND THIS GAME why does this have to happen to me? NOTHING I SAY will fucking MAKE HIM BREAK hes an amazing actor but I fucking KNOW I kNOW THAT HES BEHIND THIS I will never fucking love him, ill fight against him till the day I die I wont let this MOTHERFUCKER WIN ERG I JUST WANT TO CHOKE HIM WITH HIS STUPID SCARF maybe just maybe if I win.. if I win. if I win, everything will reverse, right? He doesn't seem to even be trying to romance me. He just seems to be trying to be friends with me. he's noticed that I've been hard headed and just asked if he did anything to upset me. like DUUUUHHH but every time I bring up game shit he plays oblivious and asks me if im okay. He also just— does his job? Like I mean obviously he’s gonna do his job but I’d expect since he has no experience he just wouldn’t or would do as little as possible. But he’s actually really good at it? In the game, his charm starts to fade a bit. like the facade starts to fade once the first killing happens, but only by a little. hes been just as friendly and nice to me as always. The stress of this is affecting my work. My coworkers are getting concerned. but most of them assume its junipers death. But she died before my stressed behavior started. Yukiya invited me and a few other coworkers to get some dinner after work I don't really know why, the others were all on board, and kinda looked at me when I refused. He said he'd pay Where did he get money from? there so much about this anomaly I dont really know anything about. He said after Juni's death, things were tense and he wanted to help the atmosphere. weird. I'm not sure why he keeps trying to interact with me. Especially after he killed Juni, he should know that I want fucking nothing to do with him ugh. I'm… I'm trying to have hope. Hope that I actually had a good idea for once. I have to regroup again. I was right about the how and when, but not who. Maybe all I have to know is when. I know he’s following the deaths of the game, sorta. He snapped Juni’s neck for some reason. Which made the death fast. Why would he want the deaths to be fast? In game he doesn’t give a rats ass about the pain he puts people in. he’s been going with his own schedule. He at least tried to follow the game deaths it just seems he have his own twist on things. To make it less painful, I guess. I've been so exhausted wondering whats gonna happen next. Just wondering when I might lose someone else. Just… hang on, Tatsuki. You've got this. It's been like, two weeks since the last killing. this is weird. I don't know why he hasn't killed anyone else. but its not like im sad that hes not killing my loved ones. I have noticed that he's been trying to get closer to me. like, talk to me more as if we were friends or something. he doesnt even bring up the time I yelled at him for killing juniper. I record most of our interactions. but nothing interesting has really happened. I really don't want to kill anyone else. I'm hoping that there is a way around this. I may not really have a choice. Even if the memories are fake, everyone here really likes me. I've never had friends before. I like having friends. I can't be soft when the stakes are this high. It's me, or just a few people I don't know very well. And I chose me. It's strange. Are killing these people the way I'm going to win? My coworkers have started whispering about me. About the fact that I've been looking so dead. And acting dead. Yukiya is such an anomaly. and I don't mean in the "he came from a video game" thing. He's weird. He doesn't act like his in-game counter part. He told me he was gonna go feed ducks after work. What???? that doesnt make sense to me. that's something I feel like most people did as kids with their parents Though I suppose he didn't go through that sorta experience He also is super eager to do things for other people, take the garbage out, go to the break room and grab snacks for the others. That sorta stuff. I don't know who enjoys that sorta stuff. Weird new development. Yukiya’s been coming to me for advice. I asked why me and he says cause we’ve known each other for a while and he doesn’t feel close enough to anyone else He probably said that cause I’m the only one that knows his true nature He asked me if I thought that the “cruel for the greater good” model of containment ever got exhausting to enforce I don’t know what his goal is. I said yeah, that it did He asked if I ever wished we did things differently, if we could I said like yeah, duh but there isn’t another choice a lot of the time. He nodded and thanked me for my time Like wtf Does this have to do with why he hasn’t killed anyone else? Not much has really happened. It's now been a month and a week since Juni died. Yukiya hasn't showed any signs of going after someone else. Yukiya didnt come to work today. he called in sick. like, does he even have a house or does he just disappear when hes not at the foundation? I suppose the only place he has to go is the game was he conscious in the game? or did he just come to knowing what he had to do? I wonder if anyone has actually played this game before. if so, what happened? did they win or lose? I just assume that this plays like an actual game. Im really just praying that it does, and the damage will reverse But how do I win exactly I really havent thought of it. I guess he wins by eliminating all three of his targets. but if so why has he been so damn slow? id think he'd want to win as soon as possible I suppose I win by preventing the deaths. but its kinda hard to do that when he's not killing so I suppose we're at a state of limbo I just want this to be over with. this is exhausting. I want juniper back. I want my life back. I think I see what I have to do. Esame berry was found dead in her office bullet straight to the head instant deaht I dont understand. idont fuckignw gett it. I didtnknow her I didnt know her at all they checked thesecurtiy footage and its was static anomalous interference is expected at least finally something he does stuck. something that the others can latch onto to fucking get him ihope that they get him I im so shaken why esame? I dont knowher at all were not friends. what? I dont know what to expect. im fuciking I can ask around maybe im gonna record it nmy typings too shaky ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Tatsuki: Hey. Unknown voice: Yo, Tatsuki. You look pale, dude. Unknown voice 2: Yeah, you look like you're about to throw up, man. Unknown voice: Some of us have begun to get worried about you. You haven't been the same these last few months. Tatsuki: Do uh… do any of you know why anyone would want to kill Esame? Unknown voice 2: Oh, this is about her? Why are you asking? Tatsuki: I didn't know her. I want to know if there's a reason someone would want her dead. Particularly an anomaly. Unknown voice: They do suspect anomalous interference 'cause the camera footage went all static. But not really. [snaps fingers] Oh, Joy was pretty good friends with her. I think she's in her office. [footsteps] Unknown voice 2: [distantly] Uh, bye! [extraneous footage removed] [knocking] [door opens] Joy: Oh, hey Tatsuki. Do you need me? Tatsuki: Why would someone want to kill Esame? Someone anomalous? Joy: Oh- why would someone want her dead? I… I wish I knew. I mean, if someone was trying to hide something from her using amnestics or something similar, I think I could guess. She has a slight resistance. Tatsuki: How much would she know about something if someone was trying to hide it with amnestics? Joy: Not very much. Basically just that there's something she doesn't know. In terms of memetic and amnestic resistance, she's not the strongest. Just enough to set her senses off; if it even triggers, anyway. I wish I knew who did this. I- [footsteps] Joy: Bye? <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO He panicked. she showed that she knew something was up and he panicked. that's why he killed her. his motive. what the fuckis his motive. hes definitely different than game. I dont know how to win anymore. ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> [slow knocking] [door opens] Yukiya: Tatsuki, you look sick. Are you okay? Tatsuki I know why you killed Esame. Yukiya: W-Woah, I didn’t— Tatsuki: You panicked. Because she began to question her memories of you. I don’t know how you manage to kill while leaving no evidence it was you. Anime logic. But you did it. Yukiya: You always have these conversations with me. Like when you accused me of killing Juinper. I-I didn’t do it. Tatsuki: Yukiya, what is your goal? Yukiya: My goal? Like, what, as a person? Well- Tatsuki: Why are you killing people slowly? Aren’t you supposed to be trying to win? So you can be with me forever? Yukiya: I think the deaths are getting to you— accusing your friends— Tatsuki: We are not friends. I want you dead. You took one of my best friends from me. Yukiya: [pause] Sorry. Tatsuki: Ha— haha! Ah… you admit it? F-Finally? Yukiya: No. I’m sorry that you’re going through this. Please leave. Tatsuki: They know the killing of Esame was done with an anomalous force. They’re looking into it now. [Footsteps] <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO He's guessed. God, this is getting hard. Fuck… they're smart. This is an issue. It can't be the only choice. He's slipping up… his attitude hes showing cracks. He didnt show up again to work whats his aim im never going to win I cant if HE DOESNT FUCKIN PLAY THE GAEM ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Tatsuki: What the hell, Yukiya? Where the fuck have you been? Yukiya: It doesn't matter. I just want um— Tatsuki: What's your deal? Are you finally gonna come clean? Yukiya: Can you let me talk? I just wanted to talk to you. Just… well, about anything. Tatsuki: Anything? Then can we talk about the fact that you killed Juniper and Esame? Yukiya: Anything but that. Tatsuki: I'm not interested, then. This shit— this shit is getting to me. I just want my life back. Yukiya: [pause] I know. I- I'm sorry. Tatsuki: You admit it? Yukiya: [pause] I've been in deep thought. About a lot of things. Tatsuki: Stop being cryptic. Yukiya: Life, I guess. If you really want to know where I’ve been, I’ve just been at home, enjoying life. Tatsuki: [pause] What? Enjoying life? Do you know what that implies? Yukiya: [pause] I have to go. [shuffling] Tatsuki: Yukiya! Get back here! <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO The hell? The hell did he want? Did he just want to talk to me? why? at least… he seemed to admit in some way that hes behind things. hes acting so weird. Yukiya hasnt showed at work for like 4 days. im getting a really bad feeling. Just delaying the inevitable. Maddie 💖 hes here please send help to house what? who? tatsuki whats going on? tatsuki? TATSUKI TATSUKI ANSWER ME TATSUKI ARE YOU OKAY???? TATSUKI ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Tatsuki: —here? I— I thought everything was taking place at the Foundation. Yukiya: What are you doing on your phone? Are you recording me? Tatsuki: Um— Yukiya: It’s fine. It’s not like anyone can hear it, anyway. Tatsuki:. What the hell is your goal, Yukiya? You're supposed to be playing the game. Yukiya: Are you mad that I'm not? Tatsuki: I don't know anymore! I think I'm just numb to this whole thing. I guess if you try to kill people, it means I can stop you, and I can get rid of you. But I can't get rid of you! You're not playing the game! [pause] Why are you playing the ending? You haven't won. Yukiya: I have. I've finally figured out how to win. [He moves towards the camera] Yukiya: This is where I play out the end of the game. Hug you as I promise to never leave you? Yes, dear Tatsuki. I know I’ve put you through a lot. But I can assure you, it will be worth it. For me. [Yukiya steps towards the camera. The camera zooms in on Yukiya's sweater. Yukiya steps away from the camera.] Tatsuki: [pained gasping] [The footage turns blurry, showing a blurred shot of a shelf, then goes still. A thud can be heard.] Tatsuki: Wh-wh- [gasps] Yukiya: I- I'm not the villain, here. I'm the victim. I was trapped inside that game. For ten damn years. Alone, with only my own thoughts. It was dark. It didn't feel like anything. But then you found my game. You— you freed me. Thank you. I've really had an amazing time here. And I've really enjoyed getting to know you. Tatsuki: [coughs] Bu-but I th-thought… Yukiya: I'm not the Yukiya Sasaki in game. I thought following the script was the best way to stay. But, I realized that script didn't do anything for me. I- I really didn't plan to kill you. I looked at this from every angle. This was the only solution that guaranteed I stay. I didn't want to kill anyone! That's not who I am! I'm not a killer! [A shuffling can be heard] Tatsuki: I don't [coughs] I d-don't understand. If you like me, [coughs] Why? Why kill me? You kept t-trying to [coughs] be my friend. Yukiya: Don't you get it? I don't have a choice! Do you know what it feels like to be trapped in a cold, dark void as nothing but a consciousness for ten fucking years? I just wanted to win! Part of being my own person is realizing how much I've enjoyed being alive! Eating, having people that like me and look up to me! Having responsibility! Hell, petting cats, feeding ducks! I can tell that I'm meant to be a person, not a character! haven't had any friends before! I just- I wanted to try and be normal! Tatsuki: You— If you [coughs] would've told me— Yukiya: What would that've done? Tatsuki: [coughs] If you never t-tried to [coughs] to kill anyone. We could've h-had a [coughs] truce. Yukiya: Trust me. I thought of that. I know as much about the way this whole real life "game" works as you do. I don't know if it would've let me. Suppose I did tell you. Would you have even believed me? Sometimes, you have to do cruel things for the greater good. That's what I've learned at the Foundation. And I'm sure I'll go to hell for killing three innocent people. But at least I can live life to the fullest until I do. Tatsuki: [coughs] I- Yukiya: I— I should've chosen a painless method. But I suppose I just wanted to explain this all to you. I want it to be clear that this isn't personal. You clearly hate me. Which is fine. You hate the killings. Not who I really am. And with you gone, I'll finally get to drop the facade and just be myself. [pause] Now. Just try to be calm. It'll hurt more if you struggle. I didn't want to kill you. You were simply a casualty of fate. [Extraneous audio removed] Yukiya: I suppose if I hadn't killed anyone. [pause] Maybe… you would've agreed to keep me around. Without trying to take me down. [pause] I wish that I would've thought things through. I tried to follow the path. I- this isn't who I am. I'm not a killer. I didn't want to be a killer. [sobs] I'm sorry, Tatsuki. I’m so very sorry. It looks like fate wasn’t kind to either of us. I'm sure you'll go to heaven. You're a good person. I can pretend to be for as long as I'm alive, now. [Extraneous audio removed] Yukiya: What? Why am I-? [An unidentified shuffling can be heard.] [The door busts open. Several commands are heard, as MTF Delta-12 ("We Do House Calls") storms in. One of the MTF officers stands next to the camera.] <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO Upon SCP-7787-1’s manifestation, all relevant persons present in the players life that have the potential to interact with SCP-7787-1 will have false memories, claiming to have known it for any amount of time deemed reasonable. Analysis of Dr. Masuda's recordings suggests that SCP-7787-1 is capable of independent action, and choose to follow the script of SCP-7787 of its own accord. The murders of Dr. Juniper Lyons and Dr. Esame Berry, albeit caused by an anomalous entity, were in accordance with normalcy. After the demanifesation of SCP-7787-1, Dr. Juniper Lyons and Dr. Esame Berry were found alive within their places of death, albeit with injuries corresponding to their deaths. Dr. Lyons sustained a cervical fracture and spinal damage, while Dr. Berry sustained a bullet wound to the head with reported headaches and memory loss. Further complications to be observed. Symptoms of brain deoxygenation and other complications expected after death and revival have not manifested as expected. Dr. Juniper Lyons and Dr. Esame Berry are to be interviewed as soon as they are deemed fit. In the case that SCP-7787-1 remanifests, it was discussed to offer assistance to it, but its use of violence was considered a detriment. Addendum: SCP-7787-1 Incident On 11/07/2022 at 7:42pm Dr. Madison Case reported an urgent message sent to her by Dr. Masuda, requesting assistance to their home. After Dr. Masuda failed to reply following the messages, MTF Delta-12 ("We Do House Calls") was deployed to their home. Dr. Tatsuki Masuda was immediately escorted to the hospital. They survived with damage to their intestines. Dr. Masuda will be interviewed regarding SCP-7787 and SCP-7787-1 after their recovery. MTF agents present at the scene described SCP-7787-1 "disappearing in front of them" as they entered. On Dr. Masuda's cellphone, the words "You Win" were displayed on the screen in green letters. 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SCP-7788 | thaumiel | Thumbnail (tracker: https://imgur.com/aNtG4ny) close Info X SCP-7788 Asphodel Written by Felixou and Jack Waltz — Check out Felixou's author page — — Check out Jack Waltz's author page — Doorway leading into SCP-7788. ITEM #: SCP-7788 OBJECT CLASS: THAUMIEL Special Containment Procedures: Following a proposal made by SCP-7788's lead researcher, Dene Walterson, it is now being used as a break room. The door leading into SCP-7788 has been installed with a keycard reader and is accessible to all personnel present at Site-188 with Level 1 or higher clearance. Its object class has been revised to Thaumiel for this reason. Description: SCP-7788 is a Type-B2 pocket dimension in the East Wing of Level 2 (subterranean) at Site-188, accessible through the entrance to what was initially a storage closet holding standard janitorial supplies. The anomaly spontaneously emerged on August 12, 1998, under unknown circumstances; investigation into what caused its appearance is of low priority. Currently, it is believed that SCP-7788's manifestation owes to the high concentration of various anomalous spatial phenomena on-site. SCP-7788 is a non-Euclidean space, presumably limitless in size, with the interior resembling a vast wheat field. From within the dimension, it appears that its egress is the same door that was used to enter, fitted onto a doorframe. There are no abnormal features within this environment, and time also moves similarly and conforms to baseline reality. The vast majority of meteorological activity within SCP-7788 is composed of clear, sunny skies. However, it is not uncommon to encounter overcast, windy, and, in rare instances, rainy weather. If an individual travels a sufficient distance away from the exit to get lost and be unable to find their way back, they will begin to acquire an extremely accurate and innate sense of direction allowing them to return to the doorway and depart should they wish to do so. Addendum: Attached below is a transcript of events which were recorded by a camera planted inside SCP-7788, near its entrance. It shows the first instance of the anomaly being utilised for recreational purposes, which was carried out by Junior Researcher Dene Walterson, who is solely responsible for research efforts into SCP-7788. < BEGIN LOG > [The doorway at the edge of the feed opens and Walterson steps into SCP-7788.] [He closes the door and drags a white folding lawn chair behind him, walking a dozen paces into the field before finally coming to a stop in the middle of a small clearing.] [He places it down and sets it up.] [Walterson remains standing for little under a minute, watching the moist dirt and trampled wheat stems below, before eventually pulling out a digital voice recorder from inside his lab coat's pocket.] [He takes a seat on the chair and leans backwards, slouching in the process.] [He takes the voice recorder in both hands and presses several buttons on it before letting his arms drop towards the ground while he still held the device in his right hand.] [Walterson's head falls backwards and he begins watching the cloudless blue sky above absentmindedly.] [He presses a single button on the device.] [It begins playing.] Good morning, this is Dene Walterson, a junior researcher at One-Eight-Eight! I've just been assigned to lead a research project, today, on the thirteenth, of August. I'll be… by myself, and I'll be looking into the manifestation of Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight. Everything's low-budget too, so I'll have to make do with what I've gone and cut corners I suppose. [Chuckles.] The thing's just a wheat field from what the documentation says but it could really get me some recognition you know, for figuring something out. I could even get myself a raise or another step closer to a promotion if I'm lucky. Haven't gone in to check it out… yet. I'll have to go in there eventually but you never know, it's something new and I don't really want to take my chances. [Bleep.] [A few seconds pass before the next recording begins playing.] It's the nineteenth, of August, and this is my very first update on the Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight research project! Well, anyways, uh, I started with the obvious, the janitor himself. The one that used this closet the most and went missing when Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight appeared. Name's Gabriel Cole, thirty-one, no parents, good at his job, uh, got recruited about five years ago. Apparently, he's got a relative, a top dog at Oh-Six, who likely got the job here at One-Eight-Eight for ol' Gabriel. Their personnel file's locked under Level Four clearance though, so I won't be getting anything else about 'em, for now. The janitor was last seen, wouldn't you know it, going into the closet. Haven't found the man anywhere after that so, for now, he's the biggest suspect that could be linked to Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight's creation as I said earlier. And, yeah, some other janitor went in to find the field a few hours later. I've started looking into the guy's family, excluding the relative of course. A, uh, distant cousin of his has some mild ontokinetic capabilities, they're a low-grade reality bender. It's possible Gabriel's also got some latent abilities that he's not aware of. Maybe did something to the closet without realising it. Though… that explanation has its own problems. You'd need to be a top-class reality bender to just create an isolated dimension of this size within an enclosed location, not to mention how long it's lasted without breaking down. Those don't just pop out of nowhere. We would have noticed if it did. And there's also a small little detail I was able to find after a lot of digging. Gabriel's father used to own a wheat field out in the country when he was young. It was terribly long ago, but I'll still go check it out in a few days. Might have something to do with Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight. Oh, yeah, I guess I should also mention I went inside. Sent a D-Class to walk around the door on the other side and see if there were any traps of some sort. Came up with nothing. Sent him out a distance away from the door too, figured out there was some mental compass deal to this thing, helps you find your way back to the exit if you get lost. That's it for this update. [Bleep.] [Pause.] Twenty-fifth, August. The wheat field's gone. There's a parking lot there now. Frederick Cole, Gabriel's father, left no paperwork, no records, no nothing at all about his little field. Nothing but some old photograph I found. Sent it to the RAISA office here to be restored and digitized. I'll say the picture's pretty similar to Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight. But hey, every wheat field looks the same to me. I suppose this is a dead end now, I'll have to go looking for something else, some other lead… [Pause.] The cameras. [Bleep.] [Pause.] Twenty-ninth of August, fourth log. I've pored over every little piece of CCTV footage that's got Cole in it. From his job interview, to him cleaning containment cells and mopping every last surface of this floor, looking for anything at all that might catch my eye. God, I could sleep for a day if I just conked out right now. Even with all the hours of footage I went through, I only really found one little detail worth mentioning. On the twelfth of February, nineteen-ninety-five, he walked into the East Wing's D-Class holding section per his standard routine. Nothing out of the ordinary, until one of 'em tried talking to him from their cell. He responded, and it just turned into a conversation from there. He kept on cleaning, but they kept on talking. There didn't seem to be any insults thrown around, just a normal conversation, as good as any other. They talked every day for the next three years. Might not have something to do with the anomaly. Maybe I'm just mentioning it cause there wasn't anything else of interest in all that footage. [Pause.] But it's somewhere to start, right? [Bleep.] [The chair creaks.] [Walterson sighs.] [He closes his eyes.] Thirtieth, August. Fifth update… [Pause.] You know, at any other Site, hoping that a D-class would be alive for, what, three years, would be a goddam joke. But this isn't a big facility, we've only got a little over a dozen of 'em, and we don't just send 'em to the meat grinder for no reason. The D-Class… they—she, she's Laurene Bello, thirty-three, ID's, um, fifty-nine-seventy-eight. [Pause.] She died yesterday. Sudden cardiac arrest. It wasn't some… anomaly. Not anything horrific. Just a… silent death, a quiet one… in bed. [Pause.] Tried asking the guard stationed at the holding cells if he knew anything about her. Said he never really cared enough to talk to 'em. [Pause.] The universe really is playing with me here. And the universe won. [There is a minute of silence.] [Bleep.] [Walterson remains motionless.] [A breeze rolls through the field, hitting Walterson. His hair brushes over his face and the wheat spikes shake and rustle.] [The wind blows past. The rustling stops.] [Several minutes pass.] [Walterson opens his eyes. He adjusts his posture and sits up straight on the chair, pushing his hair back, away from his face.] [He takes the recording device in both hands again and he watches it intently for a short period of time.] [He presses a button. A red blinking light is seen.] [Walterson takes a deep breath. His mouth is ajar, ready to speak.] [He exhales, softly, and purses his lips. His grip on the device loosens.] [Walterson looks up and gazes towards the horizon. He gets up and slowly rests the recorder on the seat of the chair. He puts both hands inside his pockets and slowly trudges forward, pushing aside the stems of wheat around him and treading over their bases.] [He stops.] [Searching through his back pocket he produces a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He pulls one out and places it in his mouth, holding on to it with his lips while he placed the pack back inside his pocket. He takes the lighter and ignites the cigarette. Walterson throws the lighter into his coat pocket and takes a huff. He exhales.] [The wind picks up again. The wheat moves once more and shines golden under the sun. Ash breaks off and the smoke drifts away, following the direction of the wind. Walterson resumes walking.] [Walterson is too far away for his actions to be seen clearly. He climbs a small hill, slowed down by the incline.] [He reaches the top and continues walking down the slope, past the horizon.] [Walterson can no longer be seen.] [The recording device continues blinking.] [Another gust of wind sweeps by.] < END LOG > [ OPEN FILE ATTACHMENT ] [ CLOSE ] The interior of SCP-7788. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7788" by Felixou and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7788. 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SCP-7789 | pending | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The anomaly covered by this document has appeared recently. At the time of writing, 10 hours and 24 minutes have elapsed from event IMPACT. This file is thus likely to be edited during the upcoming hours. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 7789 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Footage previous to event IMPACT, already affected by the anomalous capabilities of SCP-7789. Notice the impactor near the upper left corner of the image. Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion area of 3 kilometers in width has been established around SCP-7789. The exclusion area has been occupied by Foundation personnel, who are to enforce lockdown for civilians inhabiting the area and impede the entrance to SCP-7789. Civilians residing within the exclusion area are to be gradually relocated to temporary camps and amnesticized. Official announcements and media coverage are to be manipulated to portray SCP-7789 as non-anomalous. Description: SCP-7789 refers to a 150 km2 area that gained anomalous properties following event IMPACT, encompassing the majority of Barcelona city and some parts of bordering cities1. Event IMPACT is the designation given to the meteorite impact that took place on 7:26 of 02/17/2023 in Barcelona. The impactor was not identified by satellites before entering the atmosphere and is presumed to be anomalous itself, although very little data has been collected about the object. SCP-7789 is affected by a selectively inverted gravitational field. While buildings, atmosphere and terrain are unaffected, solid objects not secured to the ground are accelerated toward the sky by this field. Liquids display varying behavior depending on the nature of the liquid. SCP-7789 interferes with electrical technology, rendering it unusable within its interior. Temperatures between 25 and 35 degrees celsius have been recorded inside SCP-7789, which are abnormally high in contrast to the usual winter temperatures in Barcelona. This temperature difference has caused strong air currents at ground level. Research is ongoing. Addendum 7789-1: Exploration-7789-1 mission report. On 15:33, MTF Sigma-9 "Valkyries" entered SCP-7789 on a reconnaissance mission. Due to the electrical anomaly associated with SCP-7789, it has not been possible to record the exploration. Attached is the report of mission leader Agent Robinson, which was recorded in audio format soon after the team returned. Vela Hotel Five of us went in today. Carl, Hall, Vidal, Markov, and me, each of us carrying our hang glider. We took off from a ship near the border of the skip. The air going into it should carry us fast enough to reach Vela sufficiently high to land. Hell if that worked. The wind was way stronger than anybody expected and too hard to control. Carl missed the window and hit right with the wall, then fell to the sky. Hall also failed to hit the window, but thank god she didn't end up the same. She just fell from three floors height, breaking her leg. Vidal damaged his glider during landing, there's no way he can come through the currents backward with it. We aided Hall the best we could, then left the skip with her, leaving Vidal waiting for rescue. We didn't explore the skip. Higher-ups might reprimand me for not doing so, but I could not force my team any further after that landing. But we did find out something after all. There is not a single living human in that hotel. Only rotten corpses. Addendum 7789-2: Recovery mission. On 16.19, the recovery mission for agent Vidal was dispatched towards the rendezvous, room 1907 of Vela hotel. Inside the room, agents found the following journal: Hello, Vidal here. If you are reading this, I'm probably long dead. After the rest of the team left, I waited for the rescue for hours. But nobody came. After I had waited for god knows how long, I noticed that the Sun had not moved since we arrived. Not a damn inch. So, long story short, time here doesn't work as it should, it passes way more slowly than outside. Fuck. At least I have food and water here. When I noticed how fucked up the situation was, I patched my glider the best I could and used it to reach this warehouse from Vela. Here I've found water and conserves to last a few weeks, the pen I'm writing with, and this notebook. Judging the state of the food here and the corpses back at Vela, it seems that it's been more than a decade. God. Years here and only a few hours outside. The more I think about my chances to escape this hell, the less realistic I find them. There's no way the glider can go back through the currents in its state. Waiting for recovery isn't an option either since water and food won't last enough. I'm going to die alone, aren't I? It's been three days since I last wrote, if days make any sense here. Food and water will last, even if they taste awful. Anyways, dear whoever-you-are, let me tell you about myself. I grew up in this city. I was once a regular cop who did well fighting a monster I can't even remember. The black suit guys then hired me to deal with their shit. Back when I joined the Foundation, my biggest fear was dying far away from home, killed by eldritch monsters in some strange land. But I'm just going to starve to death in my very own city. You see, the worst part of dying slowly is having time to think about it. Damn, I'd sure love to swap places with Carl, wherever he's now. It's sure better than this cheap upside-down warehouse. Hey there. I won't even try to tell how long it's been since the last time. I'll just say I've had time to think: on this place, on the future, on what I have and have not done, on family, friends, and everything in between… and on death. Now I know that self-pity won't take me anywhere. Crying won't either. We came here with a mission: surveillance. The duty lasts, even If it's only me now. I'm setting off after I wake up. The higher-ups said the crater was close to the Sagrada Família, so at least I know where to go. Goodnight, even if the Sun's still low down in the sky. Good morning pal. Now that I'm through my inside shit, let me tell you about the one outside. This meteorite did a lot more than the description said. First, the time alteration. But there's more. Some plants have sprouted around the area. No common plants, though. Immense roots, from half to two feet wide, hanging off the floor and crawling on the buildings. Some trunks have massive leaves hanging from them, large enough for me to stand on. Both roots and leaves are comprised of the same material, pitch black in color. Its touch is unlike anything I've seen, and its surface cold like ice. Whatever this plant is, I'm sure it's not from Barcelona. But, be them earthly or not, I can use these roots and leaves to cross the chasms between buildings. I can't fall into the abyss yet. I have a mission to complete, and it's time to hit the road. It's been a while since I left the warehouse. Moving is tough, there aren't as many bridge trunks and leaves as I'd like. At least I came across a nice fire axe, really good at breaking doors. With it on my side, reaching any window from inside its building is simple. The bad part is that the flats are… rough. Furniture smashed against its own weight, buried under an inch of dust. Some apartments have corpses inside, the bodies of those who preferred to die of thirst than to throw themselves into the abyss. I guess you can imagine. Of the anomalies I've faced, this is by far the most far-fetched one. Jesus, it has killed a thousand times as many people as any other anomaly I know about. It's overwhelming, but I gotta keep my head up until I've done what I came for. Let's keep going. I'm sitting on a balcony in front of França station, feet facing the sky. I can't deny that flipped gravity and weird vegetation give a twist to modernist architecture. But it's awkward to see it like this, so foreign and so own at once. When I was young, back in high school, I used to come here frequently. Just another stop in my daily commute. I eventually forgot to appreciate the beauty of this place. Trains kept coming in and out all day and night, leaving and picking up swarms of people. The crowds are now gone, but the station remains, standing against time. And it remains, in some way, more magnificent than ever. Damn, one must be desperate to find beauty in this hell. I guess I'm that one, aren't I? Well, I should get going. At least it seems that from here onward, leaves will be more abundant and streets more narrow, so moving should get easier. I've progressed some more. I left Arc the Triomf behind a while ago, and I'm now going deeper into the Eixample. Even with the grid-like structure of this neighborhood, the streets are beginning to get hard to recognize. The black greenery is taking over more and more buildings as I progress towards the city center. Sun barely filters between the leaves here, and I'm starting to use concrete bridges to cross vegetation gaps, not the opposite. Moreover, the buildings now look even more ruined, as if more time had passed. I guess the time-slowing does get stronger the deeper into the city. The heat they warned us about is getting annoying, even under the leaves' shadow. But, given that this place has been decades under the Sun, shouldn't it be even hotter? I guess this is the plant's doing, as with everything else. It's funny how a single extraterrestrial vegetable could crush Barcelona, a city that endured countless wars and pandemics. The point is that, with the degrading state of this place, the odds of falling to the sky increase with every step I take, and the strong winds do not help. I cannot risk falling due to some slippery root or crumbling ceiling. Fortunately, Passeig the Gràcia is only a couple hundred meters ahead, and there's a subway station right there. If my memory serves me well, there's a line that can take me directly from Passeig to Sagrada Família. If I'm lucky, gravity will be fine in the underground. Creuem dits, company. 2. In retrospect, I shouldn't have come down here. If what I've seen until now was horrible, this is… I can't even find words for it. It turns out that gravity did flip in here too, and it did so during peak hours. All the subways, crowded with commuters, crashed at the same time. Most people didn't make it out of their wagons, I can't even see the floor in some of them. If I hadn't left Barcelona to join the Foundation, I'd have probably ended like them. It would not be that bad if it weren't for this smell… It's worse than anything you can imagine. I used some cloth to cover my mouth and nose for a while, but the stench reached anyway. At least I have this improvised torch with me, so I can see the corpses before tripping with them. It's not much, but it is something. I've progressed two stops for now, though there are three more left. Only two stations and I had to rush to the surface to breathe fresh air. But relaxing up here won't make me any closer to Sagrada Família. I must keep going. See you there, friend. Here I am, sitting right at the subway exit. I can see the core up close from here and it's… damn. This is hard to describe with any words I know. I guess I'll just try my best. The whole Sagrada Família has been obliterated by the impact. The crater measures at least 300 meters in diameter, but it's hard to tell as its edges have been blurred out over time. In the middle, there's this tree, the center of the whole plant. Tall as a redwood, with its branches stretching across half of the crater, way further than one would expect them to. And in the middle, surrounded by the arms of the three, there's some form of… energy. A dark aura shaped like a disk, vibrating so strong that makes the wind feel like breeze at its side, just while spinning rapidly around itself. Yet it feels incomplete. There's a large gap between the branches and the disk, as if it still needed to expand outwards. And… it even seems like you could see through the energy, like there was something behind. But I'm not sure, and I can't see well from this far away, so take all this with a grain of salt. Although I'm sure the plant must have been building up all this for years: the roots and leaves collected the heat and light the Sun gave them. And the temporal anomaly gave them those years. Gravitational and electrical anomalies are there to make sure nobody gets to know what I now know: that this meteorite is charging up something. Something so damn terrible it could end the world. Be it a bomb, a portal, or one of those weird thaumaturgic rituals, I don't care what it is. I just want you, Foundation, to destroy this monster. Not only to evade a cataclysm but to honor this city. To honor the people of Barcelona. People who have endured wars and repression for centuries. Anything else would be scoffing at their deaths. And I don't care if crushing the core might tear down the veil or if it might anger some governments. You must do it because you have no other option. But, in the end, all this is up to you. My part of this play ends when I get this notebook back to Vela, and it's about time I get going. Back to the beginning. I'm sitting where we landed, the sun as low as my first day here. Everything looks the same, but it isn't all the same. I've changed. Before, I said that the worst part of a slow death was being able to think about death itself. But that's wrong. The worst part is remembering all the experiences you should have lived, all the friends you won't see again, and those who you won't ever meet, whoever they are. But that's how the world is. Maybe I was bound to get stranded in this place, it was my fate as a Barceloní. On the other hand, this journal might save the world. But that responsibility is not on me anymore. However, it is in my hands to decide how to leave. I first thought of ending this journal with the previous page, but… I want to say goodbye to everyone, as it's unlikely I'm coming back. Nobody I care about will have the clearance to read this journal, so I'm writing these words with the hope that you can tell them some of it, whoever you are. Please. Tell Robinson he's been the best captain I've had, both inside and outside the battlefield. Remember him to be as nice to the next recruits as he was to me, and not to mix their powder with glitter. Damn, that was a good one, it got me laughing even now. Then tell the rest of MTF that it was a damn pleasure. Both to be a Valkyrie and to do so at their side. I couldn't find a better team, even if I hadn't died here. Also, tell Hall to get well soon. I know how badly she hates being in a hospital bed. And… tell Martha that when I hurt my hand, it was not in a fight. It was me punching the wall when they told me she was getting trespassed. Remember her that she'll always have a saved spot here at the Valkyries, for whenever she can come back. Ironically, there are plenty of vacancies to cover right now. Finally, tell them all that, even though I would've changed some details, I wouldn't have chosen to live any other life. Now it's about time I stop crying and get going. I still have one card left to play, waiting for me back at the core. Remember when I said I could see something through the energy? Let's find out what that was. Wish me luck, friend. See you soon, Adrià Vidal. On 17:34, a second exploration was dispatched with the mission to overfly the core of SCP-7789 in order to check agent Vidal's claims. The team members confirmed the description of the crater featured in the agent's journal. The destruction of the core of SCP-7789 via anomalous weaponry is now pending O5 approval. Footnotes 1. Namely Badalona, l'Hospitalet, Cornellà, Sant Adrià and Santa Coloma. 2. Catalan wording for "Cross your fingers, comrade" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7789" by gaussian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7789. Licensed under CC-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-7790 | pending | SCP-7790 — Orientation Written by Roundabouts and NielleiN. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF SITE-94's ADMINISTRATION The following file concerns an anomaly that is currently under investigation. Documentation may be inaccurate. SCP-7790 Item#: SCP-7790 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Fig 1.1 — Matanuska-Susitna, circa 1992. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7790 is currently contained within an HS3-Class1 containment locker at Site-94. Access to the anomaly's containment chamber is limited to Level 5 personnel authorized by a member of the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7790 denotes the remains of a humanoid automaton of unknown origin, most of which was previously located within an abandoned factory in Matanuska-Susitna Borough, Alaska. SCP-7790 is partially functional. At random times, the anomaly will become active and simultaneously do the following before deactivating: Broadcast a series of radio transmissions through its speakers; Spontaneously manifest and demanifest a set of unrelated objects within a 100m radius; Violently rub the floor with its feet. SCP-7790's back is heavily damaged, although the word "DIVISION" can still be seen visibly burned onto its surface. Addendum 7790-1 — 28.10.1989 The following log contains a series of notable transmissions and objects created by SCP-7790. Joint designations refer to the objects and transmissions manifested along periods of activation. For a comprehensive list, please contact your local RAISA liaison. Joint Designation: #QJ4859/N Object Description: An English muffin, lightly buttered. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "Welcome to the SCP Foundation. I'll be performing your orientation today." (Silence. This is followed by a wet, squelching noise.) [00:12] — "The initials stand for Secure, Contain, Protect." (The squelching noise keeps increasing in volume before ceasing entirely.) [00:20] — "Or Special Containment Procedures." (Somebody is heard pouring water. Gargles are heard before the transmission falls silent.) [00:29] — "We do both things. We secure things, contain things, protect things. We also make special containment procedures." (The transmission speeds up.) [00:43] — "May I suggest the donut? Those croissants seem a bit outdated." (The sound of a man coughing and choking can be heard.) [00:49] — "Mhm. Okay." (A soft object can be heard being tucked onto a bag. A laugh track can be heard intertwined with this noise.) [00:56] — "That's a good pick. So we're both off to a good start, I see? Good. Welcome to the SCP Foundation." (SCP-7790 ceases activity as a jazzy tune is heard.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 3 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #PW1290/C Object Description: An unopened box of tissues. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A robotic voice can be heard.) [00:01] — TAPE FIVE, LESSON SIX. MEETING FELLOW PERSONNEL. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:09] — "Before we begin the orientation, why don't we get to know each other?" (Silence. This is followed by a buzzing sound.) [00:15] — "I'll ask a few questions. In school, they call these icebreakers." (The buzzing noise keeps increasing in volume before ceasing entirely.) [00:24] — "I'm going to break open the ice around your heads to get to the meat inside." (Laughing is heard.) [00:33] — "Yeah, that's a good punchline. Just kidding though." [00:38] — "Well, to start it off, what's your favorite color? Everyone says blue, but that's just cause they don't know how pretty red is." (The transmission slows down.) [00:47] — "Oh, shit. Is that blood? I didn't mean it." (The remainder of the transmission starts and stops erratically.) [00:55] — "How many of y'all have ever had an alcohol problem? Drugs? Gambling? Give me something to work with here." (A loud beeping sound is heard.) [01:04] — "That's good. Addictions are perfectly healthy when you're working here. Keeps you nice and loyal." [01:14] — "I think that's everything on my question list. I don't really need to learn anymore about you. I don't give enough of a shit. To be honest, you all could be cremated in smokestacks and I wouldn't care. I'd just send in a request for more of you. Because everyone's replaceable. Remember that. Just so you know." (Silence.) [01:34] — "Oh, am I oversharing? Sorry." (SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 39 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #DW9013/J Object Description: A single electric shock bracelet, broken and rusted. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "And here's where we have our guys." [00:07] — "We put numbers on them, shave them, feed them, supply them." (Silence.) [00:16] — "In exchange, they let us do our tests on them." (Long pause.) (The sound of a man vomiting is heard.) [00:23] — "What's wrong?" (A male voice begins to speak.) [00:25] — "Oh, Jesus Christ. That-" (The female interrupts them.) [00:28] — "Yeah, that's fine. Don't be such a baby." [00:33] — "Don't worry about it. They'll be gone by the end of the month so you don't have to bother seeing them that often." [00:38] — "They're criminals. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth." (A cracking noise is heard, followed by the sound of a man weeping.) [00:42] — "It's not wise to get too close." (More silence. After 20 seconds, the screaming stops.) [01:05] — "You don't need to care what happens to them. I mean, Hermann here is a POW. Isn't that something?" (The man answers. Their voice is hoarse.) [01:09] — "It definitely is." (Following this, SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 13 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #ER4956/Y Object Description: A bottle of 1960s Class-F amnestics. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard. Their voice is soothing.) [00:00] — "Pick up the white pill." [00:07] — "Don't worry. It's strawberry-flavored. It tastes really, really good." (Silence.) [00:16] — "Trust me." (Long pause.) (A male voice can be heard.) [00:21] — "I…" (The female attempts to calm them.) [00:23] — "Shh, shh, shh, shh… It's okay. Just take it. And swallow it. It's not that bad." (Silence.) (Wet, guttural noises are heard.) (The female continues.) [00:36] — "That's how you do it." (More silence. After 16 seconds, a swallowing sound can be heard.) [00:54] — "Good, good. That's how it goes." [01:02] — "That's how we all do it here. With those amnesiacs. You'll be okay. Just learn how to do it with those people." (A lullaby can be heard coming from the transmission. The tune is distorted and seems to cut at random intervals.) [01:27] — "Here concludes your monthly amnesiac orientation program. We wish you a very pleasant night." (A jazzy tune plays before cutting midway.) (Following this, SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 38 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #GE2333/O Object Description: A broken porcelain coffee mug. The mug's bottom contains a cold, molten marshmallow. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "And over here is the most important room in the entire facility." [00:07] — "The rec room. I think we'll take a break from the tour here. You seem pretty thirsty." (The sound of rushing wind is heard.) [00:18] — "There's a ton of choices for drinks. Wait, wait. I'll make you some hot chocolate." [00:17] — "I know a great recipe." (A dehydrated, deep-voiced, low-pitched man begins speaking slowly.) [00:26] — "…Oh, thank you. That sure sounds nice. Did my mother ever make you hot chocolate, Evelyn?" (Silence. The woman from before begins speaking.) [00:34] — "No. No, she didn't. You never had a mother." [00:41] — "Don't you… Don't you remember?" [00:48] — "All your life, you've been living in this place. With us. You've always been." (Silence.) [00:58] — "Remember that. You should drink your cocoa though, or it'll get cold." (Short pause. Sipping can be heard. Following this, static plays over the background.) (The transmission falls silent for 15 seconds before continuing. The sound of a cup smashing is heard in the background.) [01:05] — "Are you all rested up yet?" [01:13] — "I see. Good. Now let's check out those missing fingers of yours." (Footsteps can be heard before SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 16 seconds. Additional Notes: After this message, frost was found on the back of SCP-7790. Joint Designation: #RW6208/I Object Description: A pair of white gloves. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:02] — "Let's get into the meat and potatoes. The big C. Containment. What working here actually looks like. When you're here, the key thing to remember is-" (Thirty seconds of static.) [00:33] — "Make an incision right there." (Forty seconds of an individual reading from the book 1984.) [01:14] — "Don't touch that dial now!" (Silence. The scene repeats once again. This is followed by four minutes of the sound of rat feet scratching the floor.) [06:17] — "You've got to find something lucky and stick with it." (Approximately two and a half minutes of the sound of something burning.) [08:49] — "No. No. Those cuts are too deep." (Thirty seconds of a woman yodeling. The sound is heavily distorted.) [09:21] — "Excellent for a beginner. Everything should be clear now." (A man vomits. Guttural noises can be heard.) Approximate Timespan: 9 minutes and 30 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #TK4920/B Object Description: Gingiva containing 13 teeth of various sizes. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "Howard." (Silence.) [00:04] — "Howard. The scalpel, please. There's a lot of that nasty, white gunk again." (A metallic clink is heard, followed by a wet sound. A muffled scream is heard in the background.) [00:13] — "Okay, that's a smooth cut. I think we're done with the mouth here." [00:23] — "First day's the hardest, right? You'll get used to it. Just give me a hand and you'll eventually get the hang of this." (A loud click is heard.) [00:44] — "Jesus Christ. Those dirty eyeballs are full of calcium and roots." [00:52] — "Howard. If you don't mind." (Silence.) [01:34] — "Thank you. You're learning fast." (SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 37 seconds. Additional Notes: Following this transmission, SCP-7790 proceeded to open its chest cavity and eject a pulsating teratoma. The teratoma's surface was covered with teeth and a thin layer of calcium. Joint Designation: #AC5627/V Object Description: A small red umbrella. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "I know." [00:04] — "But it's unique. Look. This is one of the things that you'll find in this job." (Rustling paper is heard.) [00:08] — "Remember the word. From that movie." (A chuckle is heard. Following this, a deep-voiced man is heard talking.) [00:12] — "Super… Superkale… I- Uh. What was I saying?" (The sound of rain is heard. The storm is intense.) [00:20] — "It… It was a word. Supercalifornia? No, no. It's much more lively than that. Not so American. (Ripping paper is heard, followed by a dripping sound.) [00:34] — "It's… It was Polish. Or Finnish, I think." [00:43] — "Superhaltist. Suprafragalta. Soupstone. What… What was it?" (The man begins to slowly hyperventilate.) [00:52] — "Oh my god. I can't… I can't remember. It was there. I could remember… Back, back then. But then they took it away from me. They pulled it away. They…" (The transmission falls silent for 7 seconds before continuing, now dripping noises resonating across the background.) (A high-pitched, animated woman begins speaking.) [00:57] — "…ocious! Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious, if you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" (The female voice from before can be heard.) [01:13] — "I'm impressed you couldn't remember something like this, after so much time. Especially when this is not your first day." (The man can be heard speaking again.) [01:19] — "Oh, right. Haha, alright. That was it, alrighty. (Silence.) [01:26] — "Thank you, I guess?" (SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 29 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #PH4756/Y Object Description: A Staedtler pencil. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:01] — "Most of the job is repetition. Once we've developed concrete protocol, we just continue using it." (Static plays.) [00:08] — "Thinking doesn't enter in the picture. Only repetition and procedures do, because thinking doesn't produce anything. For example, you need to sign your name right now." [00:15] — "Eventually we'll fully automate it, like in that Harlan Ellison story. But for now, we're stuck with you. And that means you've got to learn." (Static plays.) [00:26] — "Learn to numb yourself, not think, turn off your brain, autopilot, whatever you want to call it. Figuring out how to turn your eyes and brain to ash and how to forget that a child has a life. Living in an infinite present without context or morality, sociology, ethics, temporality. All of those words are made up things and just learn to ignore them." [00:45] — "Even learning to ignore the pain. Because pain is another one of those things. It's made up. And because there's no room for humanity while on the job." (Static plays.) [00:49] — "It's not too hard. All you need to do is to sign your name on the dotted line." (Silence.) [00:58] — "Yes, I know about your fingers. What do you want me to do about it?" (Silence.) [01:08] — "Good. I see promise in you. Okay." (SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 8 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #KF2930/X Object Description: A wooden chair. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:01] — "So, let's go down to the next interview question. This is an optional one, but …" [00:04] — "Do you believe in… God? Jesus? Allah? Whatever you call it." (Silence.) (A male voice can be heard.) [00:09] — "I…" (The female from before cuts them off.) [00:14] — "If you're uncomfortable, we can skip it. It's not important. I'm just curious." (Rapid taps can be heard upon a table.) (The male voice is heard again, sounding nervous.) [00:19] — "I don't know. I- I think I'm agn-" (Rustling paper is heard.) (The female interrupts again.) [00:22] — "That's quite concerning." [00:28] — "Like, uh. We have to believe in something. That's just how nature works." [00:31] — "Because… You know. There's always something watching over something. Caring for something." (A loud thump is heard.) [00:37] — "A mother watching over her baby. An engineer watching over his machines. A dictator watching over his people." (Silence.) [00:40] — "…I watch over you." (Short pause.) [00:44] — "Isn't it fascinating? I mean, it sounds kinda wholesome. It also is… To know that we're all the same in some way. A leech not being different from a human mind, soul and body; a mass of maggots gnawing over a corpse, not being different from a city full of human people? It's… It's engaging, in a way. So, uh… What was I saying before?" (Silence. The man begins hyperventilating.) [00:52] — "Uhm. Right." (Long pause. The sound of a burning fire resonates in the background.) (The female continues.) [00:55] — "You need to believe in something. For your own good." [00:59] — "Because there's something above, that needs to be believed in. In exchange for its care, and its love." (Silence.) [01:04] — "A god loves his church, and, uh… I hope you know where I'm going, uh huh. Yeah, I've done so much for you." (Chittering can be heard. The woman continues.) [01:10] — "I can be that something you… You never had. You know?" (More silence.) [01:14] — "Just don't think all I'm saying is a fetish or something. It's more normal than you'd think." (Following this, SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 15 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #RW6208/I Object Description: A Foundation Level 1 Access Card. It has been irreparably damaged and its original owner is unknown. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:02] — "So, what have we learned? I'll break it down for you." [00:13] — "You've learned about how to get rid of the what doesn't belong." [00:25] — "You've learned your place in the world." [00:44] — "You've figured out what things you need and what things you don't." [01:00] — "You know just how deep to cut with a scalpel." [01:06] — "I hope you've figured out the difference between people and disposables." [01:24] — "How to do your job and not ask questions." (Silence.) [01:40] — "Have you learned how much we love you?" (Approximately one hour of static intermingled with the sound of crickets chirping. Following this, a male voice can be heard. Their speech is slow and halting.) [1:00:56] — "…I have." (The female speaks.) [1:01:30] — "And that concludes our orientation. Welcome to the Department of Abnormalities." Approximate Timespan: 1 hour, 1 minute, and 32 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-7792 | keter | Name: Director Rudolf Lingrens Clearance Level: V Current Assignment: Site-102 Director History: Born 5/12/1976 in New York, NY, Dir. Lingrens was recruited out of university by the Foundation in 1999. He demonstrated expertise in the technical anomalies and was critical in combatting the Y2K Bug. Dir. Lingrens has been stationed at Site-102 since 2003, and was promoted to Director in 2008, following the death of Dir. Gilbert Greenworth in a folding chair accident. Dir. Lingens has been very successful in his role as Director. Dir. Lingrens is well-known for instituting a policy in which Site-102 purchases most of his produce from local farms, leading personnel to nickname him "the milk man". The following is a list of anomalies Dir. Lingrens has been involved in: Item #: SCP-7792 Special Containment Procedures: Pending. SCP-3774: First In Line Wow, it's really incredible to be here with you! I don't know what to say! Description: SCP-7792 is an atypical inverted Class-E "Momentary Lapse of Reason" Wormhole located at Site-102. Personnel have described the hole as shaped like Dir. Rudolf Lingens. SCP-7792 opens into a hypothetical null space that is inaccessible with modern technology. The mechanism by which Dir. Lingrens entered SCP-7792 is unknown. SCP-4012: The End Of The World Via Multiple K-Class Scenarios, Nuclear War, Aliens, And The Chaos That Follows This is fine. [FOUR DELETED FILES] SCP-3798: The Invention WHAT STOP HATH STOP GOD STOP WROUGHT STOP On 5/17/2023, Dir. Lingrens collapsed into SCP-7792. During this time, the surrounding area became extremely distorted and unstable. During the process, Dir. Lingrens repeatedly begged for mercy from an unknown entity. The incident lasted several minutes, during which, Dir. Lingrens appeared to be merging with SCP-7792 until there was no difference between them. The anomaly has since been stable. SCP-4053: There's A Disturbing Lack of Stories About Sadness I promise you that I won't judge. …Actually, never mind. I'm gonna judge. You're a disgusting, violent creature. [FIFTEEN DELETED FILES] SCP-5182: There Is Site-5 Site-5 exists. It has always existed. We just never saw it before now. There are so many things we never saw before now. Following this, Dir. Lingrens, his life, and accomplishments became highly antimemetic. This interfered with attempts to hold a funeral for him. Personnel repeatedly forgot the subject of the funeral and were only able to remember basic facts about Dir. Lingrens, most of which were inaccurate. Following several unsuccessful attempts to give a eulogy, Dr. Joseph Bates stated "goodbye to someone I never met". The remaining personnel proceeded to throw a retirement party for Dr. Thomas O'Hagan. Dir. Lingrens' family did not attend the funeral, primarily because they did not exist. SCP-6446: Miscommunicated All containment procedures within this document are expressly false. Personnel are to infer their containment duties from this fact. [THIRTEEN DELETED FILES] SCP-7777: Space Ulysses We bathe in a realm of stars and shooting quasars. Of possible worlds. Of life on other planets. The quantum entanglement is beautiful. Addendum: The investigation into SCP-7792 has revealed that Dir. Lingrens likely had never existed. There are no anomalies, personnel, or incidents related to Dir. Lingrens. No personnel have any memories of Dir. Lingrens. There is no evidence of any memetic, essophysical, temporal, pataphysical, ontokinetic, or semiospheric anomaly causing such an abnormality. Additionally, there is no such thing as an inverted Class-E wormhole. This file is scheduled for deletion on 5/19/2023. SCP-7333: Ƿ is for Ƿonderland SCP-7333 is only to interact with right brained personnel. All left brained personnel are to either be lobotomized or terminated. Unfortunately, it is impossible to determine which side is right and which is left. Efforts to mitigate this are ongoing. [SEVENTEEN DELETED FILES] SCP-J-J: It's not funny I don't know how to tell you this, but it's not funny. The joke is old. It's garbage. You're a shit comedian. Now get off the stage. It's not funny. Wait a sec? Yep. Still not funny. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION There never was a Dir. Rudolf Lingrens. He never existed. He was never there. All personnel are to forget what they have seen and sever the hole in reality from their memory. Once oblivion has been achieved, only then will we be able to piece together the fabric of coherency. Dir. Lingrens is inimical to this form of reality and therefore cannot exist within it. Dir. Lingrens is to be damned to the Wayback Machine. Screams emanating from SCP-7792 are to be ignored, as SCP-7792 produces no sound. There never was a Dir. Lingens. Repeat. There never was a Dir. Lingrens. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Lingrens' Proposal: Finality I'd like to thank you all for being here today. It's really something marvelous. Me. You. The Foundation. Everything. We're all a joke and this is the punchline. The end of containment, of the anomalous, of everything. Thanks for being here today. [TWENTY-TWO DELETED FILES] [THIRTY-SEVEN DELETED FILES] [EIGHT DELETED FILES] [TWO DELETED FILES] [DELETED FILES] [NARREMEPLEX UNSTABLE] [CURRENT STREAM OF LOGIC UNSTABLE] [RECALIBRATING] [RECALIBRATION UNSUCCESFUL] [FILES DELETED] [FIFTEEN DELETED FILES] [LOSS OF STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY] [EXISTENCE UNSUSTAINABLE] [DELETED FILES] [THERE IS NO DIRECTOR LINGRENS] [DELETION SUCCESFUL] [DISPLAYING FINAL VESTIGE] My Resignation From The Foundation, Effective Immediately I'm sorry, but it's been too long. I've been part of the Foundation for most of my life and I just can't do it anymore. So, goodbye. I'm deleting most of what I did. I want it to be like I was never here. 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SCP-7793 | apollyon | The tapes are too heavy. The words flood. The paper blurs. You play the first casette: “Today is the 13th. Yesterday I swear was like normal. I don’t understand anything.” Finally. It's quiet and secluded here. Sequestered from the festivals and rituals. Entrance. Rusted halls surround you. Your muffled footsteps and gentle creaking, your quiet breath, and idle ambience. There's something you can't remember to remember. You entwine with the corridors. Touch. Feel. Isn't it so wonderful here? Isn't it domestic here? Isn't it completely edgeless and devoid of straight lines here? Ever since you started feeling so out of place in the world, since things became so wrong, like some cool yellow haze. Like a child woven into the mud. Weaned not on milk. Destitute of relatability. There's something you can't remember to remember. Belonging is a dull dream. A sugary opiate. Drawn up inside, withdrawn from people who don't seem so much like the people you learned to live with. When did it all change? When were you left behind? Corrugated steel and decrepit tiles embrace you. It does for you what the sphere does for others. There's something you can't remember to remember. Suddenly, a cabinet. And a dresser. It's warm and damp here, slathered with the feeling of company. There are dents and torn sheets of corrugated steel, but you feel at peace here regardless. It's quiet, it's simple. It's away. Inhale. Exhale. There's a bulky envelope resting on the cabinet. Beside it is a vintage recorder with a cassette still inside. There's something you can't remember to remember. You pick up the envelope and open it. Inside is this document and two more cassettes. INDUSTRIAL HERS LACKADASICAL GEOMETRY SENESCENCE Hers relegate interim generally a the 37741 by flowered obstacle monolith. Eschatological foundry his proctor. 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Defibrillator-X: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. <- containment breach ? Defibrillator-Z: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. XKQ Philosophical forest. Defibrillator-Q: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. XZW Philosophical forest. Orbit XMMQ she Orbit XKKL corrugation juxtaposition, signatory dividend XXC Philosophical forest. Defibrillator-K: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. JQX Philosophical forest. Defibrillator-J: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. XJJQ Philosophical forest. Grocery-XK ulcerative. Corrugation hybrid obfuscated QXXKZ formality forest. Defibrillator-L: Ytterbium Ohio Mogadishu hospitalized corrugation regenerator bureaucrat. Corrugation safeguard. Masculine rhapsodic corrugation, juxtaposition congeal. JXXQ philosophical forest. The tapes are too heavy. The words flood. The paper blurs. You play the first cassette. Cassette One "May 13th" _ + Audio Transcript- Close Is this thing fucking working? Right, hold on.. oh okay Um, so, well I feel kind of awkward. Like I'm crazy talking to myself My name is uh, Winston Middelberg, I'm a Junior Researcher at, well it doesn't matter anyways. Fuck! You got this Winny Ok! Okokokokokok So. Something's all fucked up, everything's all fucked up, I don't know how to describe it. Everything changed. Today is the 13th. Yesterday I swear was normal, not like this. I don't understand anything Nobody talks to me either It's all just… wrong The site plays this awful loud music everywhere, and every 5 minutes it repeats this phrase “Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE.” Everyone says it after every fucked up sentence too. I just I don't know what the fuck it means. Its gotta be a breach right? But I have fuck all for clearance. I'm just some guy who works as a glorified aide We got a new acquisition, or we were supposed to, I don't know That has to be it, right? I don't know, I don't know. I have this sinking feeling like I found something I'm not supposed to I gotta go. It ends. You guide your hand to the next. Cassette Two "May 23rd" _ + Audio Transcript- Close Jason that rat fucking bastard! Fucked up they dont let us know about this. Sorry I'll keep it short this time The letters on these papers are all fucked up too, but the pictures are still pictures right? Right. You can't see it. I'm hunkering in the Site 196 ruins to get some answers. I saw the picture and I could tell from the layout it was a breach report. Sometimes you just know, you just know (trailing off, dazed) You just know, you just know. You just know, you just know. But how can you know you know, if you don't even know if you know anything you know. You just know, you just know. I don't fucking know Jason knew. Probably too much. There it is, that sound. I don't know what it is I don't know if I want to know. It's off in the trees, in the air, filling the silence between paragraphs. Far away. What were we even doing? I hope it stays away What exactly is it you want to go back to? _ You turn the page.There's something you can't remember to remember. Defibrillator-C: Corrugation regenerator species. She a the obfuscate lackadaisical increment. Hers ytterbium apple Pillow-5 automobiles. True she a the. Laser: Just philosophical dare. Consult she SPHERE just philosophical dare consult. She SPHERE. <Diverge Campsite> Ohio Mogadishu: Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE? Australia Oregon: Just philosophical, dare consult! She SPHERE. Just philosophical. Ohio Mogadishu: Dare consult she SPHERE, just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE just. [Philosophical dare consult she.] Australia Oregon: SPHERE, just philosophical. Dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical dare consult she, SPHERE just philosophical dare. Ohio Mogadishu: Consult! Australia Oregon: She SPHERE just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical. Dare consult she SPHERE. 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Defibrillator-Y: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. may twelth it changed everything if you can understand this, play the casettes The last tape. It stares at you like an open mouth. Paper crumples in your hand. There's something you can't remember to remember. You push it in. Unlabelled Cassette, still in recorder. _ + Audio Transcript- Close That's what's written down. It's a mess, isn't it? I mean, fuck. You know, it was crazy watching everything switch all of a sudden. Batshit fucking crazy. Everything suddenly meant a new thing, and the old everything was nothing, and nothing was everything. Everything changed to match now. My brain hurts just fucking thinking about it. And then there's me. And probably a few others. I'm nothing, less than nothing. A something that was left behind when everything become nothing and nothing became everything. That mess there is what's real. They don't see it like that. They don't see how messed up everything is. Once it came, everything changed. I liked my job, I liked my job, fuck I liked my job. It's like, how do I say it? Fuck, I can't think straight. Hold on, I need to… Okay Okay This area is It knows we lingered, it does. Everyone else goes about their lives, seeing their purposes as natural, but we, we're the ones that know. Like Jason said that one time, we are, fuck, we are burdened! Burdened with the truth. I've got this recorder here. And this notebook, so I can write shit down. But I can tell you everything started with that sphere. that stupid fucking thing they should've left it where they found it But! But, You may find me buried in some ruined facility but you will find this alive and well in a parcel, taped to the files. I'm not a lunatic. They'll erase my body, make me nothing but something that was never anything. They isn't the right word. I'm not making sense. This is it Winnie, you've finally lost it. Lost your articulation. Running for so long will do that. I watched my whole world change and here I am, stuck in an existence that doesn't exist anymore. I can't see things the way they do anymore. I lived in a universe created in our image, and I saw that universe recreated in something else's image. They will never really know the world they live in like we do. We're the only ones that know I I don't have much time left, do I? I mean, I knew it would end eventually. I knew my luck would run out eventually. But. Is this really all there is? I spend my last moments as an extant concept pooled in some corridor. Alone? I have to sit and wait for it to come and find me..? That's all I get? Fuck. I can hear it coming. Slowly coming. It's getting faster now. Faster, and faster. Can you hear it? 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SCP-7794 | keter | Item #: SCP-7794 Special Containment Procedures: I/O INDIGO ILLOGIC is to monitor police records and online sources for possible SCP-7794 manifestations. Occurrences of SCP-7794 are to be documented, and victims, if alive, are to be amnesticized and released, following mnestic therapy and debriefing. Expired victims of SCP-7794 are to be held in Site-196's morgue. Locations affected by SCP-7794 are to be contained on an individual basis. Description: SCP-7794 is a poorly-understood self-hostile psychokinetic phenomenon affecting members of the species Homo sapiens. SCP-7794 is propagated by a perversion in logical reasoning associated with the fight-or-flight response, generally triggered through a specific activation of the amygdala, resulting in fear. Manifestations of SCP-7794 vary; approximately 85% of victims of SCP-7794 generally experience total brain death within ~15-30 minutes after exposure, while 100% of individuals experience various deleterious ontokinetic effects on themselves and their immediate surroundings. SCP-7794 occurrences are sporadic and extremely rare; to date, a total of 32 confirmed cases have been reported. Conditions for manifestation are specific and vary from victim to victim, however, a few common circumstances have been noted across all documented cases: The victim is in a relatively dark environment (<2 lumens per m2); The victim is or believes they are alone (~30m away from any other human person); The victim and their immediate surroundings are concealed from the view of any other human person; The victim is scared.1 As of writing, no documented manifestation of SCP-7794 has been observed while occurring. Addendum 7794-1: Instance Logs Instance #: 7794-1 Victim: Ms. Anabelle Travitz, 62, resident of Brooktown, North Carolina. Single woman, with no surviving family. Medical records indicate a clinical diagnosis of both depression and STSP2 autophobia. Description: Victim found deceased in their place of residence, within the lower floor bathroom in a fetal position. Within the victim's right hand is a burnt-out candle, still smoking at the time of discovery. The victim's grip on the candle is extremely strong and nearly impossible to loosen. A thick, black liquid leaks out of the toilet and sink, pooling in a large, round puddle on the floor. Bile pools out from the victim’s mouth. An expression of terror was found permanently etched across the victim's face. The interior of the home is entirely silent. Pictures framed on the walls of the bathroom are scorched and burnt, obscuring the faces of their inhabitants. The thermostat in the room is nonfunctional, rendering the interior extremely cold. Frost is visible on the side of the sink, and an icicle of frozen saliva drips off the corner of the victim's mouth. A large crack runs down the length of the bathroom mirror, splitting unevenly in two. Individuals who look at themselves in the mirror will find that their reflection does not meet their eyes, while some report an absence of a face altogether. Furthermore, agents noted structural dissimilarities between the house and its original floorplan; namely, there exists a ~3m by ~3m by ~3m crawlspace extending around the bathroom, terminating at the door. There exists no method of access to the crawlspace, save for the removal of a side bathroom wall. The crawlspace is entirely empty. The original window leading into the bathroom also appears to have been sealed over with drywall. All the lightbulbs in the house are burnt out. Victim found deceased; likely 3-4 days after time of death, based on decomposition patterns. Stored in Site-196 MU-117. Instance #: 7794-8 Victim: Mr. Frederick Haney, 37, resident of South Fork, Wyoming. Shares residence with his wife (Ms. Charlotte Haney) and two children (Carson and Jason Haney). Medical records indicate a diagnosis of type II diabetes, otherwise, no medical abnormalities were noted. Description: Victim found deceased in their place of residence, lying face down within the basement stairwell. The victim's face was found embedded within the bottom step. Autopsy results indicate multiple fragments of wood and carpet embedded with the victim's forehead and cerebrum, replacing gray matter. Autopsy performed in situ, as removal of the victim from the location of discovery proved difficult, due to the fragments of wood in the victim’s head still being connected with the lower step. A knife wound was found in the victim’s back, extending through their heart and down their spine. The cause of expiration was found to be sudden brain death. The victim was found holding a mobile phone in their left hand, with an extremely strong grip. The phone’s screen is partially shattered, however, it continues to ring with a call from an unknown number. The call has been traced to the phone of the victim’s significant other, however, call records reveal that Ms. Haney never called the victim at that time. The call cannot be dismissed, and the phone continues to vibrate even when powered off. Interrogation of Ms. Haney and the victim’s two children reveals that they had left after a brief but violent confrontation with the victim; Ms. Haney had packed clothes and belongings for herself and their children and stayed at a motel for the night. SCP-7794 apparently occurred late that evening, after Ms. Haney and the children had departed. Exploration of the house reveals that the children’s shared bedroom was almost entirely stripped of its contents; this is believed to have occurred during the SCP-7794 manifestation. The contents of the room have not been located. All that remains in the room is a small, burnt-out candle, and a faint smell of cigarette smoke. The victim’s bed was found charred and burned, however, none of the carpet nor any of its surroundings were affected. All the glass objects and silverware were found shattered. All the windows and exits in the home were locked. Chairs and furniture were placed over the doors, likely by the victim. The upstairs bathroom of the house was found missing. Victim found deceased; likely less than 24 hours after death. Stored in Site-196 MU-362. Instance #: 7794-17 Victim: Mr. Jacob Chavez, 45, resident of St. Adrian, Wales. Single male, no surviving family. No medical abnormalities, however, family records show a high incidence of Alzheimer's disease, particularly at a young age. Description: Victim found deceased in an upper floor bedroom, lying face down on the bed. A large amount of thick, black fluid leaks through the hallway, pooling at the foot of the victim’s bed. Cigarette burns litter the bed sheets. The curtains are closed, shrouding the entire room in darkness. A shattered bottle of whiskey lies on the floor by the bed, soaking the carpet in liquid. Analysis of the body reveals the lack of both hands and feet, each severed off cleanly at the bone. Lost appendages were found days later, abandoned in a stream ~2km from the victim's place of residence. The victim's face is mangled beyond recognition, with both eyes and teeth removed. The eyes were found embedded within the south-facing wall of the house. The teeth were not located. A melted candle was found inside the victim's mouth, pooling wax down the victim's throat. The victim was identified via DNA records. The doors and windows of the house were not found. The brick facade surrounding where the door once stood was found cleanly extended across the doorframe. The windows and air vents were found to be covered in a similar fashion. Carbon monoxide levels within the home were found to be dangerously high. At the time of discovery, the smoke alarms filled the house with the sound of incessant beeping. They have since been deactivated. Victim found deceased; likely 2-3 weeks after death, based on decomposition patterns. Stored in Site-196 MU-269. Instance #: 7794-24 Victim: Dr. Gordon Woodward, 52, Foundation employee at Site-39. Wife (Mary Woodward) does not share a residence with the victim, as per Foundation guidelines. Diagnosed with PTSD3 following a containment breach in 2012. Description: Victim found deceased in their private dormitory suite, seated at a desk. Interior of the room is completely dark, as the space appears to absorb all light entering it. Tactile analysis of the space reveals the presence of hundreds of small sheets of office paper littering the room and the victim’s body. Each page is covered in unintelligible scribbles, produced in ballpoint pen. Autopsy of the victim reveals the presence of a number of burns, both on the inside and the outside of the body. Scribbles, similar to those of the paper, cover the dermis. The victim's face is stretched in a look of pain. Investigation of the dormitory suite uncovered a number of inconsistencies with the Site-39 dormitory floor plan. The bed in the master bedroom was found converted into a large, ornate marble coffin. The interior of the coffin was empty, however, a single rose was found placed upon the pall. Etched across the walls of the room are a number of figures and inscriptions. Due to the lack of light in the environment, analysis of the inscriptions proves inconclusive. However, subjects who spend more than 10-15 minutes viewing the inscriptions report experiencing brief but vivid visions of a hooded figure being hung at a gallows. The suite was located approximately two meters underground, embedded in the dirt. In place of the suite’s previous location is a bare, empty wall. Analysis shows no inconsistencies with that of a standard Site-39 wall. Victim found deceased; ~3 hours after time of death (as noted by vital sign records). Stored in Site-196 MU-221. Instance #: 7794-31 Victim: Ms. Chelsea Saunders, 39, resident of Camrose, Alberta, Canada. Single woman, single surviving relative (uncle). No medical abnormalities. Description: Victim found alive, deposited in a pit ~2km away from the victim's place of residence. Analysis of the victim shows severe signs of hypothermia and dehydration, alongside symptoms of extended light deprivation to the retinas. Victim otherwise unharmed. Windows and entrances to the victim’s place of residence are completely boarded up, and furniture was found stacked up against the doors. The light switches and lightbulbs within the house were found removed, with the drywall cleanly extended over the light switches’ previous locations. The stairs in the home were found altered so that they formed a smooth wooden slide directly from the first floor to the second. A nondescript wooden door also appeared on the northern wall of the kitchen, found locked. The door does not appear on any of the house’s floor plans. Foundation agents were able to open the door, however, what was found beyond is irrelevant.4 Door has since been closed. The victim was found surrounded by a large circle of white ash. No other discrepancies were noted. Victim found ~2 days post-event and brought to Site-196 for processing. Addendum 7794-2: Testimony The following is a testimony extracted from Ms. Chelsea Saunders, instance 7794-31 victim, during mnestic therapy. Mnestic Profile: Victim (Type-β) Dosage: Dose-ABI; 330cc Target: 2b8cff72e2fa Passage: [h5 a3 Kxe4 a2 hxg6 hxg6 Rg5] [BEGIN LOG] [REDACTED]: Synchedoche. Seven. Kappa. A violet hand suffocates the writhing spiral. [A pump beeps. SAUNDERS vomits nothing.] [REDACTED]: What is the last thing you saw? [Silence.] [REDACTED]: Speak. SAUNDERS: The lights went out. The world went blank. That's all I remember. [A pump beeps.] [REDACTED]: Alpha. Transcendental. Red needle. [SAUNDERS coughs blood.] [REDACTED]: What did you see between the two gallows? SAUNDERS: There was a monster behind me. The one with a body the length of two Manhattans, and a mouth on each end. The one you see behind yourself when it breathes. [Silence.] SAUNDERS: It ate me. It didn't hurt. I fell through its throat and got lost in its stomach. And there was a worm in its belly. Long enough to speak, so it did. [[REDACTED] chokes. A pump beeps.] SAUNDERS: It told me about a labyrinth. One laid out under a mile of concrete and ruin. [REDACTED]: Gamma. Un– unseelie. Spectral. Calamities. SAUNDERS: It was hidden in there, and it dreamed of fractals of numbers and flesh and of upside-down cathedrals and of bladders pumped full of chemicals, and a descending, descending, falling, falling, pit, where you chase yourself through a million mirrors and hallways, down, down, down until you wake up– someone else. [The beeping grows louder.] SAUNDERS: I am the monster. [REDACTED]: You– SAUNDERS: I am a mouth, stretched through a tube. I am a recursive staircase, extending downwards towards the center of the Earth, then crossing it. [REDACTED]: Be– beta. SAUNDERS: I am the white light. [The beeping grows louder.] [REDACTED]: Rome– Romeo. Lethe. SAUNDERS: I am the thing behind the door. [REDACTED]: –Queen to kn– knight… se… [SAUNDERS looks upwards.] SAUNDERS: There's nothing to be afraid of. [A flat tone.] [REDACTED]: What are— [The lights go out.] [END LOG] Footnotes 1. See Document 7794-6722 for a full psychological definition of fear. 2. Situational-type specific phobia. 3. Post-traumatic stress disorder. 4. [INFORMATION EXCISED AS PER 999-SERAPH] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7794" by cubeflix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7794. Licensed under CC-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-7795 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7795 Special Containment Procedures: Until a method for neutralizing SCP-7795-A has proven successful, SCP-7795 shall remain in Foundation custody under the duty of an assigned caretaker. Each year, for the 48-hour duration spanning October 23rd and 24th, Applied Task Force Zen-13 "Remediation" is to remain within a 100-meter radius of SCP-7795, utilizing specialized equipment to continuously monitor their location, mental status, and vitals; upon detection of any abnormalities, or manual alert by SCP-7795's caretaker, ATF Zen-13 must immediately converge upon SCP-7795 and attempt to prevent the manifestation of SCP-7795-A. Should they fail, efforts must immediately translate into remediation, in which SCP-7795's death should be made as painless as possible. Should remediation prove impossible, the continuation of SCP-7795's existence is therefore deemed unethical, and neutralization by lethal force is preemptively authorized. All involved agents will be administered amnestics following such an occurrence. Description: SCP-7795 is twelve year old Mia ██████. SCP-7795-A is a phenomenon which invariably results in the death of SCP-7795 on their thirteenth birthday.2 The day following their death, SCP-7795 will materialize in their bed having de-aged exactly one year whilst retaining all memories of the previous, lost year; this results in an annual looping effect. All attempts to impede or mitigate SCP-7795-A have resulted in failure, and efforts to suppress SCP-7795's memories thereof have similarly proven futile. To alleviate the compounding physiological and psychological effects associated with this event, SCP-7795 has been provided a Foundation therapist, who has successfully convinced them that their birthdate does not coincide with SCP-7795-A. Despite this, SCP-7795's mental health continues to deteriorate as occurrences of SCP-7795-A become increasingly traumatic. Notice from The Ethics Committee The following documents denote gruesome depictions of the mutilations, deaths, and suicides of a child. Should one read through these documents and find themself negatively effected by their contents — whether emotionally or physically — the Absolution from Volatile Knowledge Act (AVKA) allows any employee not directly involved with an anomaly to seek out immediate amnestic treatment. Incident #: 7795-1 Incident Date: October 24th, 2003. Incident Report: During a return trip from their grandparent's house (in which the grandparents were driving Mia home), an intoxicated driver suddenly swerved lanes, resulting in a 120 km/h3 head-on collision. Both the offender and Mia's grandparents were killed on impact, whereas Mia's stomach was pierced by multiple pieces of glass. Despite medical professionals arriving to the scene in less than ten minutes, Mia bled out after only seven. While this event was not inherently anomalous, the Foundation was alerted when Mia's mother made a frantic call to the local police the following morning in which she claimed that a "demon" was in her child's room. Foundation operatives were immediately dispatched to the scene where they discovered a seeming clone of Mia wearing a party hat.4 Due to the child's own distress and panic, alongside that of the mother, they were swiftly taken into Foundation care. The "clone" is, in actuality, a materialization of the same, previously deceased child, though de-aged one year. This is corroborated by their retaining memories of the previous year (including those of their expiration), alongside being two inches shorter. As such, the child has been denoted as SCP-7795 and moved into a humanoid containment chamber at Site-37. Since entering Foundation custody, Mia has expressed severe confusion, due, in part, to both memories of their death and their sudden detachment from their parents and friends. As their anomaly (SCP-7795-A) is not yet understood, and Mia is considered deceased outside of the Veil, they have been amnesticised of all familial connections and other recurrent stressors. Attempts to remove memories of their death have failed however, though I have since managed to persuade them that it was simply a nightmare. Let us all hope, for this child's sake, that this is a one-off anomaly. They still have their entire life ahead of them; I'd prefer they spend it outside of a cell. - Researcher Rebecca Larson, SCP-7795 Research Head Protocol Update: As per standard Human Containment protocol, SCP-7795 may be provided typical amenities (within reason) at their request. So far, they have requested multiple outfits, a television set, a bookshelf with multiple books, a stack of paper, and multiple packs of colored pencils, all of which have been approved by Researcher Larson. Incident #: 7795-2 Incident Date: October 24th, 2004. Incident Report: While eating lunch in Site-37's central cafeteria, Mia suddenly began choking, prompting the immediate response of multiple nearby personnel. Multiple attempts were made to perform the Heimlich maneuver, resulting in the breaking and fracturing of four separate ribs, though ultimately they proved futile, as Mia expired six minutes after the incurrence due to both a lack of oxygen and internal bleeding caused by a fractured rib puncturing a lung. The following morning, Mia rematerialized within their containment chamber having once-more de-aged a year. These revivification occurrences are hereby designated 7795-RES Events. Similarly to the aftermath of their first 7795-RES Event, Mia expressed confusion and disorientation, alongside a noticeable apprehension towards eating. Attempts to convince them that this occurrence, again, was simply a nightmare, has shown tentative success, but I have doubts that such success will continue in the future. My team has suggested the implantation of multiple similar nightmares throughout the intermittent year of each event may help in disguising the actual occurrence, but I won’t put a child through dozens of pseudo-deaths for the sake of upholding a lie. They deserve the best of us, not the worst. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Protocol Update: SCP-7795 must be supervised by at least one staff member at all times on October 24th. Should SCP-7795-A start to afflict SCP-7795, said staff member is to immediately notify Zen-13 for medical aid. Additionally, SCP-7795 is to be provided access to a Foundation therapist, with a mandatory attendance of at least one session a week. Incident #: 7795-3 Incident Date: October 24th, 2005. Incident Report: At 1251 (local time) a breach occurs at Site-37, during which seven Euclid and four Keter class anomalies breached containment. As such, standard lockdown procedure was enacted, including site-wide lockdown, resulting in Mia being locked within their cell for the duration of the event. 27 minutes later, breached sectors were flooded with parasedative gas, though an error in the dispersal technology resulted in Mia's cell also being flooded with said gas; due to the presence of various nerve-agents therein, Mia expired after two minutes of suffocation. The breach was summarily contained just three minutes after. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Following their revival, Mia has expressed acute symptoms of multiple breathing ailments, the foremost of which is asthma. While time and therapy will likely remedy such symptoms, I worry this is only a warning of things to come. They have already expressed a subconscious dread of the 24th, and if their deaths can lead to future conditions despite their seeming "reset”? Well, I simply hope we don't find out. My team continues to suggest the implantation of nightmares, but I will deny each and every proposal. Pain for the sake of future relief is a foolish notion to force upon a child. They're already going through enough. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-4 Incident Date: October 24th, 2006. Incident Report: At 1547, Mia was spending recreational time in the outdoor sector of Site-37 alongside the children of Researchers Leo and Persi when a thunderstorm suddenly formed. Due to its rapid appearance, the children were unable to be called in before Mia was abruptly struck by lightning six times in a row, the first two of which also managed to injure one of the children. Mia expired immediately following the sixth impact; the other child was determined to be paralyzed from the hips-down. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia awoke with in a flurry of twitches and spasms, the likes of which were so extreme that Zen-13 had to immediately administer muscle relaxants. Even days later, however, their hands continue to tremble; I worry they may not stop. And yet that is only the half of it. Mia is regressing emotionally, and I fear it is out of guilt. Their friend was paralyzed, and even though we have avoided explaining Mia’s anomaly to themself, they still reasoned out that, somehow, the blame must fall upon them. They have sobbed themself to sleep for the past three nights. Things have to get better. They must. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Protocol Update: Individuals unaware of SCP-7795's anomaly are not allowed within 10m of SCP-7795 on October 24th as to avoid incidental injuries. Incident #: 7795-5 Incident Date: October 24th, 2007. Incident Report: At 1642, Mia was attending an impromptu therapy session following a series of particularly extreme breakdowns; despite concerns raised by Zen-13 (due to the date), their therapist still demanded to see them immediately. 27 minutes later, a then-unknown GoI5 breached Site-37, overtaking multiple sectors, during which Mia's state immediately began to regress as they repetitively proclaimed that the breach was "all their fault." Their therapist attempted to soothe them until 1733, when five armed individuals suddenly breached the room, executing her in the process. Mia was then taken as a hostage. Using them as a negotiation piece, the group made multiple demands,6 claiming they would kill Mia should they not be met. Despite Dr. Larson's advocation for Mia's life, however, Site-37's director determined their demands to be an unreasonable exchange, especially when considering the revival aspect of Mia’s anomaly. As such, MTF Ruin-09 "Life Goes On" was quickly deployed to Site-37 with the express goal of the immediate capture and/or assassination of all infiltrators, with additional orders stating to treat Mia as collateral. Within the next 12 minutes, all overtaken sectors were successfully recaptured, though not before the group holding Mia hostage became aware of the attack, prompting them to execute Mia via the thaumic removal of all of their blood through their pores. Despite Ruin-09 executing this group within one minute of this process occurring, immediate medical response proved futile and Mia expired three minutes later due to blood loss. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia was catatonic for approximately 48 hours following their manifestation, after which they have remained selectively mute. They have also expressed an aversion to socialization and an intense phobia of the color red. Attempts to remedy these effects are ongoing, but their newfound guilt surrounding the death of their therapist has made it extremely difficult to address said issues. I've been trying to help them myself, but progress is slow, to say the least. Thus far, Mia's only words have been, "I don't want anyone else to get hurt." - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-6 Incident Date: October 24th, 2008. Incident Report: Due to an infohazardous breach, Mia suddenly became aware of [REDACTED], following which it manifested and proceeded to mutilate Mia, who incurred the following injures; 47 powderized bones, inversion of 35 organs, 180 degree rotation of the torso, oculi combustion, and cerebral liquidation. Despite spontaneous corruption of camera footage after the manifestation of [REDACTED], recorded audio was unaffected; screams therein suggest Mia lived through their dismemberment for approximately 13 minutes before expiring. Following their death, MTF Omen-00 “Oblivion” quickly eliminated the threat. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected; following revival, Omen-00 amnesticised all of Mia's memories pertaining to the infohazard. Mia's state continues to regress; alongside general mental degradation, Mia continues to grow fearful of the world around them. Even dim corners seem to terrify them, requiring lamps and other light fixtures in most rooms they go through simply to keep them from breaking down. It's no way for a child to live; in pain and scared. I will figure something out soon. I have to. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-7 Incident Date: October 24th, 2009. Incident Report: On October 23rd, for the first time in roughly 18 months, Mia agrees to attend therapy, during which they steal three different bottles of pills. At 2355 that same night, they swallow all 73 pills before going to sleep, only to awaken at 0523 the next morning, vomiting. The guard stations outside their room immediately came in to provide assistance and helped them to the bathroom, unaware that Mia had pickpocketed their clearance card. At 0643, they would then leave their room under the pretense that they were attending another therapy session, only to instead navigate to one of Site-37's arms lockers. A gunshot followed a minute later. Mia was determined to have expired from a gunshot wound to the temple. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. After manifestation, Mia begged me to let them die. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-8 Incident Date: October 24th, 2010. Incident Report: At 0023, Mia was administered a lethal injection; they expired two minutes later. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia's manifestation following this incident was the most calm I've seen them in six years. They still wouldn't speak much, and their phobias were still as realized as before, but they seemed much calmer. Almost peaceful. I should feel happy. I should feel overwhelming delight. But how could I ever rest easy knowing I ordered the death of a child, even if it was to give them peace? - Researcher Rebecca Larson Protocol Update: Following Ethics Committee deliberation, a routine has been instated in which SCP-7795 will be terminated in their sleep via lethal injection on October 24th. Incident #: 7795-11 Incident Date: October 24th, 2013. Incident Report: As per routine, Mia was administered a lethal injection at 0001; they expired two minutes later. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Three years of success. None of them have been easy, but its hard to overstate Mia's improvement. Their selective mutism has all but disappeared, only popping up in now-infrequent breakdowns, and many of their phobias have been reduced to vague fears by routine therapy. They seem as alive as they were when they first came to the site; jovial, happy, and brimming with life. Their paintings as of late have been a wonder to behold. Things are looking up. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-15 Incident Date: October 24th, 2017. Incident Report: As per routine, Mia was administered a lethal injection at 0001. Instead of the expected reaction, however, Mia woke up seven minutes later convulsing in pain. Zen-13 was immediately alerted and, after a series of tests, determined Mia was experiencing mass necrosis and organ failure. All attempts to treat these conditions were met with adverse reactions, usually resulting in a greater degree of bodily harm than it would have otherwise reduced. As such, Zen-13 resorted to treating Mia with an assortment of pain relief, numbing agents, and anesthesia, all of which proved moderately successful, though quickly diminished in effect by the 12th hour. Mia lived through this pain for over 18 hours — notably much longer than their condition should have allowed them to — most of which they spent sobbing, writhing, and screaming, causing their vocal cords to rupture by the 15th hour and most of their skin to be rubbed raw to the point of damage. At 1831, Mia expired. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. I held their hand. For nearly 19 hours, I held their hand as they screamed and shook and cried and prayed for help. And I was helpless. All I could do was sit there and hope their pain would end, for hours and hours. What did they do to deserve this? Since this incident, Mia's state has greatly regressed, further even than their state prior to the lethal injection program. They attend about 1 in 4 therapy sessions, have effectively cut contact with all friends, refuse to eat more times than not, and sleep over 10 hours every day. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-16 Incident Date: October 24th, 2018. Incident Report: Mia attempts to hang themselves with their bedsheets at 0311; a guard notices such after approximately 35 seconds and manages to cut them down before they expire. Mia then lunges at said guard, attempting to wrestle the blade7 from him, cutting their hands multiple times in their efforts. The guard shoves Mia off of him, though in the process they fall and crack their head against their bedframe, splitting their skull open. The guard, panicked, immediately alerts Zen-13. Despite Zen-13's quick arrival, Mia died from internal bleeding at 0317. The guard was amnesticised and placed on paid leave. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia has become entirely mute and emotionally distant, alongside showing severe signs of general dissociation. They eat about once every day, and seem generally unreactive to most conversation; they completely refuse to attend or even acknowledge therapy. They're slipping away, and we're running out of options. - Researcher Rebecca Larson PROJECT NEVERLAND PHASE ONE: Proposed by Dr. Larson, Project Neverland aims to neutralize SCP-7795-A through use of temporal technology. She proposes that stunting SCP-7795's aging through localized temporal stasis will effectively keep them from reaching the age of thirteen, which is suspected to be the main activation requirement for SCP-7795-A. Following approval of Site-37's director, Director Celzin, the Department of Chronology developed a MLTS8 device which SCP-7795 is henceforth required to wear at all times. Incident #: 7795-17 Incident Date: October 24th, 2019. Incident Report: Despite functioning at full capacity for the entire year, the MLTS device suddenly began experiencing a series of malfunctions on October 24th, resulting in the abrupt and rapid aging of Mia. As a result, they aged 132 years in approximately 27 minutes; due to the death of most tissue and organs throughout the last 40 "years," Mia expired by the end of the 27th minute. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia awoke experiencing extreme levels of disorientation and appeared extremely distraught; despite such, they were entirely unreactive to most stimuli. To date, they must be lead most places and reminded to eat, though even this has proven unsuccessful most times. Either they've entirely locked themself away in their head, or there isn't much of them left. I will not lose them. - Researcher Rebecca Larson PROJECT NEVERLAND PHASE TWO: Proposed by Dr. Larson, phase two of Project Neverland suggests the use of a Temporal Stasis Chamber, a device regularly used by the Department of Chronology and therefore determined to be much more stable than the MLTS device previously used on SCP-7795. Following Director Celzin’s approval, it was determined that SCP-7795 would be placed in the TSC one month before October 24th, during which they would be supplied oxygen and sustenance through a series of tubes, along with multiple added pain relievers and soothing agents with the hopes of mitigating mental state degradation should a failure occur. Incident #: 7795-18 Incident Date: October 24th, 2020. Incident Report: On September 24th, Mia was successfully sedated and suspended within the TSC, where they remained until 2317 on October 24th; at this time, Site-37 experienced total collapse of all on-site power, including that of backup generators, resulting in the breach of 13 anomalies. This resulted in the loss of 31 personnel and, due to absence of power, the TLC's oxygen recycle failed, causing Mia to suffocate within the chamber after 17 minutes. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia reacts to no stimuli and is effectively comatose. As such, Zen-13 have placed them under life support, including continual routine medical care and supervision. If I could take their spot, I would. - Researcher Rebecca Larson PROJECT NEVERLAND PHASE THREE: Proposed by Dr. Larson, she suggests that the continuous failure of temporal stasis suggests that being younger than thirteen does not mitigate the anomaly; as such, she instead suggests the utilization of a modified TSC to instead age SCP-7795 an entire year before October 24th occurs. Phase three proposes this would be accomplished by aging them at a rate of 100x traditional speed, aging SCP-7795 one year in approximately 4 days. Following Director Celzin’s approval, this was successfully carried out on August 5th and successfully concluded without incident on August 9th. No changes in mental status have yet been observed in SCP-7795; they continue to remain on life support under Zen-13's supervision. Incident #: 7795-19 Incident Date: October 24th, 2021. Incident Report: At 1730, Site-37's on-site nuclear warhead suddenly primes, with activation reported to occur in 5 minutes. All attempts to deactivate the warhead — including attempts made both on and offsite — were met with failure. All attempts to remove or otherwise dispose of the warhead through thaumaturgic or anomalous means were similarly met with failure. Dr. Larson became aware of these continuous failures at 1733, at which point they immediately made their way to Mia's medical bed, where they sat beside them, crying as they held their hand. At 1734, with one minute remaining before the warhead's detonation, she withdrew her sidearm, muttering "I'm sorry" over and over again. With 23 seconds remaining, she put the gun to Mia's temple and shot them, terminating them instantly. The nuclear warhead deactivated simultaneously. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. I have nothing left to say. - Researcher Rebecca Larson PROJECT NEVERLAND PHASE FINAL: SCP-7795 is to be abandoned within a non-dimension, in which their expiration can neither be said to occur or not occur; the Department of Surrealistics insists this will neutralize their affliction by SCP-7795-A, which will be unable to occur due to the cessation of SCP-7795's existence. This will result, unfortunately, in SCP-7795's termination, however the Ethics Committee has deemed it the only remaining ethical solution available to the Foundation. Incident #: 7795-20 Incident Date: August 9th, 2022. Incident Report: Through the use of a modified Scranton Reality Anchor, Mia is sent into a non-dimension, at which point the device is deactivated and destroyed. 7795-RES Event has yet to occur. I am sorry we could not save you, Mia. Rest well. - Larson Footnotes 1. Anomalies classified as "dependent" are legally dependent on the Foundation. 2. October 24th; year not applicable. 3. They were on the highway at the time of the collision. 4. Particularly, one displaying the number 12. 5. Later identified to be a recently-emerged, thaumic group self-identified as the Bloodless Martyrs. 6. Among which include: unimpeded escape, the provision of a multitude of anomalous artifacts, and documents pertaining to said items. 7. The guard had used a switchblade to cut them down. 8. Mobile Localized Temporal Stasis T is for "Transmission" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub U is for "Unstrung" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7795" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7795. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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Special Containment Procedures: A single set of SCP-7796 is to be archived in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 3 at Site-43. If any further additional copies of SCP-7796 are discovered, they are to be destroyed and those who are in possession of the instances are to be amnesticized. Metatron.AIC will scan online records of film archives, film discussion boards and social media platforms for any mention of SCP-7796. Such records are to be scrubbed and individuals responsible for the posts are to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-7796 is an archived television show entitled Evenings with Don Cavatelli. The show was produced by GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”) starring SCP-5697,1 was modelled after late night television talk shows, and ran for seventeen seasons from 1955 to 1972.2 There is no record of SCP-7796 being broadcast on any of the major networks, despite the high quality of the set, the budget of the production, and notable guests throughout the seventeen-season run. When an individual watches an episode of SCP-7796, a soporific effect has been observed, lulling the individual into a state of sustained hypnagogia. Individuals in this state are highly suggestible, especially to the advertisement breaks which always promotes products by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, resulting in the delusion that the GOI’s media products are the most popular media in the world.3 Other temporary anomalous effects include: tooth rot, myopia, anosmia, ageusia, and alopecia4 Recordings of SCP-7796 were discovered on 20 August, 2023, in the University of California Los Angeles’ Film & Television Archive by Dr. Lillihammer during a trip wherein she was researching the entertainment industry for better understanding of VKTM’s operations. The archivists present did not acknowledge her questions about SCP-7796 and would not admit to having it. Additionally, all online records of the archive fail to mention the existence of SCP-7796. After containment and shipment to Site-43, Dr. Lillihammer confirmed that every single similar archive in the United States, England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales, contained a complete copy of the entire run of SCP-7796. None of the archivists had any knowledge of the existence of the recordings either. Dr. Lillihammer dispatched other members of MTF-Kappa-43 (“The Mediators”) to retrieve and contain the additional copies of SCP-7796. Season 1 – Episode 63, 03-10-1955 [Cavatelli stands in front of velvet curtains with a freestanding microphone, performing his nightly monologue used to open the show. He is smoking a cigar.] Cavatelli: Crowds have been streaming into cinemas to see the latest animated feature, Lady and the Tramp. But all I can say is there’s one scene I could have used some warning about. I don’t know about you folks, but I can’t say I’ve ever had a romantic fantasy about being chomped to death by two mutts in an alleyway. Cavatelli: This is racist against Pastamericans everywhere! [Audience laughter is heard off camera.] Cavatelli: Heyo! I gotta million of em, folks. Now, stick around after this break for my interview with James Dean.5 He’s here to promote his new film, Rebel without a Cause, which critics are calling an accurate portrayal of teenage angst. Personally, I call that Friday night with the kids while the missus goes to book club, amirite? [Applause followed by a fade to black and commercial break.] [The commercial break consists of an ad for SCP-5897, but overlaid onto the audio Cavatelli’s voice can be heard.] Cavatelli: [Coughing violently] Fuck you, Jerry, I can smoke if I want to. Cavatelli: [Still coughing] Because it’s my show. You’re just the producer. I’m the talent, so go produce me up a guest. Season 3 – Episode 90, 15-05-1957 [Cavatelli sits opposite actor, Ronald Reagan.] Cavatelli: So, what do you have for the folks tonight? Reagan: Hey thanks, Don. I’m here tonight to promote my new film, Hellcats of the Navy. Cavatelli: First thing I gotta say is that is one dumb title. Whatta you guys doing in that movie? Fighting demonic felines? [Cavatelli ashes his cigar into the ash tray, knocking a few embers onto the floor and Reagan’s suit leg causing it to ignite slightly along the hem.] Reagan: [Patting down his pant leg frantically.] It’s about a mission against the Japanese war effort onboard a submarine and the struggle of the crew to maintain professionalism during the crisis. Cavatelli: Man, I must’ve fallen asleep fifteen minutes in. [The audience laughs.] Reagan: [Looking up from his now extinguished pant leg.] Sorry? Cavatelli: I gotta tell you, Ronnie, you’re a piss poor actor. [Audience applause.] Season 5 – Episode 31 , 20-03-1959 [Cavatelli stands over the body of Rod Steiger, who is bleeding and curled into a fetal position] Cavatelli: That’s for portraying the Italian American like a fucking gangster!6 Not every Italian has that sorta criminal demeanor, Rod! What do you think about those of us with a pasta heritage, huh? Vaffanculo! [Cavatelli kicks Steiger in the stomach before turning back to the camera, wiping blood from his knuckles with a handkerchief.] Cavatelli: Stick around folks, I’m gonna teach this chooch some manners while yous watches a very special message from our sponsors. Cavatelli: Hey Jerry, get me a rubber hose, I need it for something. [Applause followed by a fade to black and commercial break.] [The screen brightens steadily until it is roughly 300% brighter than any cathode ray television was capable of producing. The white light fades to a rich blue, then soothing music starts.] Mari MacPhaerson: Sick of your ordinary social media? Sick of the same old drudgery and nonsense from out of touch billionaires ruining your fun? Me too. That’s why I switched to Viber. The social media platform from Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. When enough’s enough, it’s time to Vibe. Unknown male voice: [Speaking rapidly.] Side effects include: headaches, nausea, anal protrusions, a suffering of self-worth, dizziness, your mother’s resurrection from the netherworld, dental plaque, and many more! Ask your doctor if Viber is right for you! Season 9 – Episode 147 , 23-11-1963 [Cavatelli is smoking a cigar and sitting next to his guest.] Cavatelli: And do you think that target is still achievable? [The corpse of John F. Kennedy7 lays slumped over the other chair, face up and tilted over the back of the chair. Blood and brain matter drips from the man’s head to the stage floor.] Cavatelli: Landing on the moon by 1970? Come on. We can barely get people up into orbit. Doesn’t that promise stink of amoral optimism in the face of the significant struggles the American people already face? Unemployment, wealth discrepancy, failure of the American Dream everywhere we look, and you want to land a couple rocket jockeys on the ball of rock that orbits the planet? [The corpse starts to slide down the chair.] Cavatelli: Alright alright, no politics! Who wants to listen to that, I know! Sorry, Mr. President. I just thought as you’re the leader of the free world, politics was a subject you’d be comfortable talking about. [The corpse slips to the floor, its head striking the seat of the chair on the way down, causing more brain matter to slide out.] Cavatelli: Jerry, get me a wet wipe or something, the President needs a moment to clean himself up. [Cavatelli ashes onto the stage floor into the ever expanding pool of blood and brain matter.] Cavatelli: Sorry, what was that, Mr. President? Cavatelli: [Laughing.] When you’re right, you’re right, Mr. President. The show must go on, and this is an entertainment show. We wouldn’t want to bore the audience with things that actually threaten their livelihoods, they have the newspaper for that! So, new subject, seen any good movies lately? Season 10 – Episode 86 , 14-04-1964 [Cavatelli sits opposite folk singer, Bob Dylan.] Cavatelli: More and more the public is responding to your music, do you have any insight into your sudden popularity? Dylan: I don’t have anything to say about my music, I just write it all down, and then I sing it. What else you want from me, man? Cavatelli: Well, some say that the youth are drawn to your music because of the frantic politics of our time. [Cavatelli puts one hand to the side of his head.] Cavatelli: Come on Jerry, what’s the point of having a talk show if you can’t talk politics? Shut up. [Cavatelli lights a cigar.] Cavatelli: Sorry about that, Mr. Dylan. Like I was saying, things are tense in America right now. Rising tensions in Southeast Asia, not to mention horrible conditions for blue-collar workers here at home. Dylan: I’ll tell you what, man, it's all about talking to people. Get to know the working man, and you’ll be able to speak to him. Talking is where it’s at, man. Everything in the news is talking at us, not with us. You dig? Cavatelli: Oh, I dig. Dylan: I just took a road trip across America. Got in those bars, talked to them miners, other folk. Shit ain’t good out there, man. I’m just telling it like it is. Cavatelli: Think you could do a song for us tonight, Mr. Dylan? Dylan: Hell yeah, man. Let’s do it. [Dylan raises an acoustic guitar, begins to strum, and then launces into The Times are a-Changing, his newly released single. Afterwards, he puts the guitar down.] Cavatelli: Damn, you’re a terrible singer. Can’t carry a note at all, can you? Dylan: [Laughing] Not a bit. You like the song, Don? Cavatelli: I’ll tell you when my ears stop bleeding! [Audience laughter.] Cavatelli: But tell me, Mr. Dylan, what made you license out that song for the superhero movie?8 Dylan: Oh man, the money. Obviously, the money. What else is there, man? What’d you expect? Cavatelli: A better movie. [Audience laughter.] Season 11 – Episode 102 , 14-09-1966 [Cavatelli sits across from Ronald Reagan, who was appearing on the show as part of his 1966 California gubernatorial election campaign.] Reagan: I think I’m a better choice for the California people, especially when compared to my opponent, Pat Brown. This administration has wasted our State’s resources, creating one of the worst deficits in our history while still raising taxes. Worse, Brown is lax on crime, refusing to crack down during the riots in Watts a few years ago, and allowing radicals to congregate on our State’s great university campuses like UC Berkeley. My opponent needs to be held accountable for his failures in the State capital. Sure, my opponents have called me a radical, accusing me of bigotry because I opposed the Civil Rights Act and supported the appeal of the Rumford Act, but I’m here to tell you that there’s not a lick of bigotry anywhere in my person. I just want a simple government to address our simple problems. I’m a political outsider, and that’s what we need in California, someone who can take his experience in the world beyond the capital and apply it to problems for those in the state that care about our success as a society. [Cavatelli smokes his cigar for a moment, then places it on the ashtray seated between them, and dusts off his hands theatrically.] Cavatelli: I can think of quite a few good counters to your points here tonight, Ronnie. Point out the racially insensitive language you’re using, point to the similarities in your speeches to fascist propaganda… [Reagan starts to speak but Cavatelli holds up his hand.] Cavatelli: But mostly, I just want to say you’re a shitty actor. Season 16 – Episode 57 , 16-04-1971 [Cavatelli stands in front of velvet curtains with a freestanding microphone.] Cavatelli: The 43rd Academy Awards were televised last night and Best Picture went to Patton over the comedic and politically conscious goldmine of M*A*S*H, going to show you that once again the most popular thing is often much less important than the pieces it wins over. God knows, we need a film glorifying the idiocy of the American Military Industrial Complex over commentary about our nation’s military imperialism in Southeast Asia. So, thank you Francis Ford Coppola for writing such an insightful drama about the blubbering idiocy that was George Patton. Can’t wait to see what trash you bring us next! [Audience laughter.] Cavatelli: But that’s enough from me, you didn’t tune in to hear me gab, let’s welcome our first guest, shall we? [Audience applause.] Cavatelli: Please welcome Francis Ford Coppola! [The curtains split and roll away, revealing Coppola standing there with his mouth agape. Cavatelli walks to the chairs and sits, patting the empty chair. Coppola stiffly walks to the chair to increased applause from the audience.] Cavatelli: So, tell me, what’s it like to be a complete hack? I know, I know. Patton even compared the American political system to the Nazis, and you made sure that stayed in the movie. Good job! You’re not a buffoon, blind drunk on nationalism and in love with the myths of the American military superiority at all, are you Frank? Bravo! [Cavatelli blows smoke from his cigar into Coppola’s face, who blinks rapidly, coughing.] Cavatelli: Before my producer starts bitching at me for being mean, let’s drop the pretense. I’m just playing around. Tell us something about what you’re working on next. Coppola: [Coughing] I’m working on a screenplay based on a bestselling novel, depicting the rise and fall of a fictional organized crime family in the years after World War II named Corleone. [Cavatelli puts the cigar down on the ashtray, pulls out brass knuckles and affixes it to his right hand, making a fist.] Cavatelli: Oh really? Tell me more. Footnotes 1. A sentient humanoid entity with a body seemingly made of various pastas. There is no mention of this show within the file of SCP-5697 and the entity has refused to comment. 2. 2,567 individual episodes. 3. The ads are anachronistic, displaying products from various eras, including shows and movies that researchers at Site-43 are certain have yet to be produced. 4. The effects only appear to last as long as the individual is watching SCP-7796 episodes, with rapid reversals after observation is ceased. 5. Dean died two days before this episode was recorded. 6. Steiger starred as the title role in the March 1959 movie of Al Capone, who was a notable figure in the Chicago organized crime scene until his arrest and incarceration. 7. 35th President of the United States. 8. The song was used in the opening montage of the 2009 film adaptation of the comic book of the same name. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7796" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7796. Licensed under CC-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: Photo of Anthony Quinn as the guest on The Dick Cavett Show. Author: ABC Television License: Public Domain Source Link: Image Link Note: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: doncavatelli.jpg Name: Don Cavatelli (composite) Source Link: Image Link Note: Edited by HarryBlank Author: cogdogblog Name: Meatball First License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Author: matsuyuki Name: Spaghetti Aglio, Olio e Peperoncino License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Author: Elvert Barnes Name: Cigar.Man.RT.Pentagon.VA.25may97 License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Author: Ninian Reid Name: Philly mobsters License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr |
SCP-7797 | keter | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains mild references to self harm and body horror. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7797 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo An instance of SCP-7797 appearing in Charlottesville, Virginia. Special Containment Procedures Following Incidents 7797-A and 7797-B, all known civilians and personnel that are confirmed to have been previously affected by SCP-7797 are to have their names and current residence listed in an encrypted document, and should only be accessible by personnel with Level 5 Security Clearance. Applied Task Force Chi-43 (Four Eyes) has been assigned as a permanent task force to SCP-7797 to handle the location and containment of SCP-7797 instances. ATF-Chi-43's surveillance division is to monitor for any potential evidence of an instance of SCP-7797 appearing, and establish the approximate time and place of the appearance. Once an instance has been confirmed and located, Protocol 7797-HORUS is to be immediately enacted. ◇ACCESS PROCEDURE 7797-HORUS◇ ◆PROPER CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. ACCESS GRANTED.◆ Overview: Procedure 7797-HORUS is the designated instructions for containing/neutralizing SCP-7797 while minimizing civilian exposure, and should only be used by members of ATF-Chi-43. Procedure 7797-HORUS should be initiated once: An instance of SCP-7797 has been confirmed. The general location of the instance has been determined. Instructions: Once the approximate location of a SCP-7797 instance has been determined, ATF-Chi-43's field division is to travel to the location for neutralization. Aerial drone surveillance should be used to discern the exact location of an instance, and once found, a perimeter around the instance should be established under the guise of local government maintenance. Depending on the instance's substance, industrial paint remover or pressure washing should be used to remove the instance. If removal proves impossible, the surface that the instance is located on should be destroyed. Once the instance of SCP-7797 has been removed, medical records should be traced to identify any individuals that are or previously were affected by SCP-7797. Recorded individuals should be logged and provided with Class-B amnestics. Addendum: Following Incident 7797-B, contingency procedures for circumstances involving mass civilian exposure or difficulty in instance neutralization should be created and implemented as soon as possible to prevent future incidents. Description SCP-7797 is a Cerulean-Syracuse Class cognitohazard that takes the form of an illustrated design resembling a stylized eye, with the design itself not appearing to reference any known hieroglyphics or historical designs. SCP-7797 is capable of manifesting in multiple forms of visual creation, such as graffiti, paper drawing, or painting, and with a variety of materials, including acrylic/industrial paint, pen, colored pencil, and bodily fluids, with all known instances being various shades of red. SCP-7797 is self-replicating, and can create instances of itself globally. Current understanding of SCP-7797 indicates that it replicates by subconsciously influencing individuals into creating an instance, while rendering the individual unaware of the memetic effect. Research into details of the replication is still undergoing. Foundation attempts to recreate an instance of SCP-7797 have ended in failure, with the artificial design not possessing any of the anomalous characteristics SCP-7797 normally creates. SCP-7797's primary anomalous effects arise when an instance is directly viewed by a human. Once observed, the viewer will experience a short sensation of vertigo before subsiding, and will subsequently be "infected" by SCP-7797. Humans affected by SCP-7797 will begin to suffer a series of anomalous symptoms and effects, with the length of these symptoms lasting from a few days to multiple weeks. The symptomology of those affected by SCP-7797 vary between individuals, with no discernable way to predict or prevent the potential effects. Additional research has shown that victims who were previously affected by SCP-7797 cannot be infected again when viewing SCP-7797. No known medication or treatment is able to diminish the effects of SCP-7797. Addendum SCP-7797 Exposure Logs: The following are a series of individuals who were affected by SCP-7797 and were utilized for testing purposes. Shortly after confirming exposure, the subjects were transported to the nearest accessible site and placed in a standard containment cell for monitoring until they no longer displayed symptoms. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 1 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 1 SCP-7797 Testing Log 1 Subject: Adnan Patel, 51 year old male. Results: After exposure, Patel reported to feel ill, and was recorded to have a fever of 100.1°F for several days. Notes: Subject returned to normal health after a few days, except for a red discoloration of the iris not present before viewing SCP-7797. Subject was amnesticized and returned to original residence. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 2 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 2 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 2 Subject: Suzu Yokiko, 11 year old female. Results: After exposure, Yokiko reported feelings of fatigue and congestion for multiple days, describing it as similar to having the flu. Notes: Subject showed similar recovery to Patel, including the length of time taken to recover and the discoloration of the iris to a red shade, though less noticeable than Patel's. All tested subjects had a varying intensity of the discoloration, and research is now ongoing to use this knowledge to identify possible victims of SCP-7797. Subject was amnesticized and returned to original residence. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 3 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 3 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 3 Subject: Brett Foster, 39 year old male. Results: Upon initial viewing of SCP-7797, Foster began to suffer from short-term onset insomnia, and reportedly was unable to sleep or rest for long periods of time. Subject also began to exhibit unusually paranoid tendencies, and became hostile to any personnel who entered their cell. Subject continued to suffer from further mental disorders due to their lack of sleep, and any attempts at conversation between them and personnel were either ignored, met with incoherent speech, or assault attempts. Notes: Foster eventually recovered from their symptoms after approximately a month, and experienced a severe discoloration similar to the previous testing. Subject has claimed to not remember any of the time they experienced while under the influence of SCP-7797. Subject was amnesticized and returned to original residence. After further interview, it has been documented that after interaction with SCP-7797, Foster now possesses memories that do not correlate to their life, with the subject claiming to have majored in biology at McGill University, despite having never been on the campus. Tests indicate that Foster does indeed possess knowledge of biology in the range of a college graduate. Research into this phenomenon is ongoing. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 4 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 4 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 4 Subject: Michael Hallison, 44 year old male. Results: Hallison suffered extreme fatigue, muscle aching, and insomnia over the course of three weeks, leading to a large decline in mental and physical health during the testing. Subject reportedly experienced hallucinations, seeing disturbing imagery such as "pulsing masses" and "bleeding eyes," as well as reportedly hearing auditory stimuli reminiscent of human voices. Subject was observed repeatedly attempting to draw on their desk using their fingernails and [REDACTED]. When provided with adequate drawing materials, including a selection of multicolored pens and paper,1 Hallison created this image. The paper was discarded shortly after due to potential cognitohazard exposure and the pens were removed from subject's possession after attempting to [REDACTED] his eyes. Notes: Subject eventually recovered in a fashion akin to Foster in two weeks, and suffered from similar memory loss, specifically lacking any remembrance of their hallucinatory state and creation of the image above. Subject was amnesticized and returned to original residence. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 5 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 5 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 5 Subject: Carrie Khatri, 26 year old female. Results: Khatri suffered from extreme migraines and nausea in early stages, as well as experiencing intense hallucinations and having extremely paranoid tendencies. During the later stages, subject would suffer from severe emesis, frequently expunging an unidentified black organic substance. Subject would leak blood from their facial orifices, which would reportedly cause intense pain and staining on the skin. Notes: Subject expired due to blood loss. First notable instance of anomalous symptoms and death resulted by SCP-7797. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 6 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 6 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 6 Subject: Carlos Gonzalez, 31 year old male. Results: Gonzalez initially suffered from a shortness of breath and a mild fever, while having difficulty sleeping. Subject did not report any mental abnormalities, however occasionally suffered from amaurosis fugax2 for short periods of time. Subject's condition worsened over time, experiencing chest pains and sudden coughing fits with their original symptoms continuing to escalate in severity. Notes: Subject experience acute cardiac failure, despite no known previous heart conditions. Subject expired. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 7 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 7 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 7 Subject: Molly Carpenter, 19 year old female. Results: Carpenter did not appear to suffer from any physical symptoms, however exhibited paranoid and psychotic tendencies, such as refusing to talk to personnel and was frequently recorded muttering incoherently when alone in their cell. Subject would also refuse to rest for unnaturally long periods of time, despite suffering from the lack of sleep. Notes: Subject recovered from all symptoms after three weeks, and experienced similar memory loss to Foster, with an inability to remember anything while experiencing the effects of SCP-7797. Upon interview, subject reported knowledge of [DATA EXPUNGED] that they did not previously possess. Use of C-Class amnestics were used on all witnesses of the interview, however it did not affect subject's memory of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject was subsequently terminated. SCP-7797 Incident Logs: The following are a collection of documents recording events that are related to SCP-7797, which have been classified as Incident 7797-A and Incident 7797-B respectively. + Incident 7797-A - Incident 7797-A WARNING: INCIDENT 7797-A IS RESTRICTED TO PERSONNEL WITH LEVEL 5 SECURITY CLEARANCE OR HIGHER. ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS THIS DOCUMENT WITHOUT PROPER AUTHORIZATION WILL RESULT IN DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Verifying credentials… … CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. ACCESS GRANTED. Date:08/17/20██ Location: Liverpool, England Overview: Agents of ATF-Chi-43 recovered surveillance footage of a person creating an instance of SCP-7797 on the back wall of a corporately owned building.3 The person in question was identified as Walter Vaughn, a 26 year old male residing in Liverpool. Vaughn was immediately detained by Foundation agents for questioning, with the log accessible below. Interview Log: Interviewee: Walter Vaughn. Interviewer: Dr. Jebediah Banesworth, Foundation Researcher, C.I.S Division.4 Foreword: Vaughn was temporarily subdued and transferred to a secured facility shortly after discovery. Vaughn was restrained and interrogated in Interview Chamber 00-31-B. <Begin Log> Vaughn: Where the fuck am I? Banesworth: Calm down. You are currently being held in a secure location. If you cooperate with our questioning, we might be able to help you. Vaughn: Help me? You fuckers drugged me and dragged me down to god knows where! I have bloody rights! Banesworth: Not here, you don't. Vaughn: (Vaughn pauses for a noticeable period of time.) I… So what? You're just gonna kill me then? Banesworth: I already told you, we're here to question you, nothing else. Would be a waste to drag you down here just to shoot you in the head. I don't want to keep you here any more than you do, and once we finish this up, I'll get you back to your normal life. If you don't lie to me. Vaughn: Well, that's just fantastic, isn't it? And what'll happen if I don't answer? Banesworth: (Banesworth sighs.) You misunderstand. This discussion isn't a necessity, it's a privilege for you. We have more efficient, and painful, I might add, ways of learning what we need to know. This is just courtesy. Vaughn: Christ. Okay, okay, fine. What happens if I do answer? Will you let me go? Banesworth: As I said, that depends on your answer. Vaughn: That's… fine. Fine. Can we just… can we get started with the questions? So I can leave. Banesworth: Sure. Just answer me honestly, and we'll get you out of here. (Banesworth clears his throat.) What is your name? Vaughn: Seriously? You don't know that already? Banesworth: This is for formal purposes. Vaughn: Well, yeah, but you guys probably know everything about me already. My name, birthday, what I had for fucking breakfast… Banesworth: Please, just answer the question. Vaughn: Sorry. Walter. Walter Vaughn. By the way, that was a trick question. I didn't have anything for breakfast this morning. Banesworth: Age? Vaughn: Twenty six. Banesworth: Now, Mr. Vaughn, you've been charged with multiple counts of vandalism, amongst other things. Vaughn: I… yeah. Banesworth: How many charges? Vaughn: Oh god, I don't have a clue. Um… I want to say… five? Banesworth: Actually, it's six. Vaughn: Huh. Still don't understand why you're asking questions you already know the answer to. Banesworth: As I said, formalities. Next question; what were you doing on the 17th of August, at 5:45 PM? Vaughn: That was… Banesworth: Thursday. Vaughn: Yeah, not a clue. I had Subway for lunch, if that helps. Banesworth: (Banesworth reveals a photo of a previous vandalization created by Vaughn.) Do you recognize this? Vaughn: I… no. Banesworth: Don't lie to me, Mr. Vaughn. Vaughn: Fine. Yeah, yeah, I know it. I made it a little while back. It was meant to be a badass octopus, with fire coming out of it's mouth and everything. Would've been wicked. Banesworth: Mmhm. (Banesworth reveals a photo of SCP-7797.) How about this? Vaughn: No. Banesworth: I told you already, don't lie to me. You're terrible at it. Vaughn: I'm serious! I've never seen that in my life! I've seen eye stuff, sure, but nothing like that. Banesworth: So you don't recognize this? Vaughn: Nope. Banesworth: (Banesworth pulls out his laptop, revealing footage of Vaughn creating SCP-7797.) Then what is this? Vaughn: Is that… me? Banesworth: Yes. Last Thursday. Vaughn: What the fuck? I don't remember that. Banesworth: The facial patterns match. That's you, I can guarantee it. Do you need eyedrops? Vaughn: (Vaughn is rubbing his eyes.) No, I'm fine. Just allergies or something. Probably whatever weird ass chemicals you keep here. Banesworth: Back to the topic. This is confirmed to be you creating this image, despite your denial. I need you to tell me why you created it. Vaughn: I told you! I didn't fucking make it! That's got to be someone else! Banesworth: Walter, I'm trying to help you here, but you're not making this easy. This is a matter of international security, I need you to- Vaughn: I didn't fucking make it! Okay?! I don't know where the footage came from. Maybe some dumbass with photoshop tried to frame me. Maybe I did make it and I'm an amnesiac. But I don't remember ever creating something like that. What's the big deal, anyway? It's just some graffiti! Banesworth: …you swear you had nothing to do with this? Vaughn: Yes! Banesworth: (Banesworth pauses.) Okay, okay. I trust you, Walter. But still, the evidence is hard to deny. You agree that this person does look like you, yes? Vaughn: I guess. Looks like me, that's for sure. Like I said, might be photoshop or something. Christ, my eyes are killing me… Banesworth: Are you sure you don't want eyedrops? Vaughn: Honestly, I could probably use some. Banesworth: Alright, give me a second. I'll go ask. Vaughn: Sure, not like I can go anywhe- AUGH!! Banesworth: (Banesworth quickly turns around.) What happened? Are you alright? Vaughn: (Vaughn begins convulsing in the chair. A liquid substance, presumably blood, begins leaking from his eyes.) FUCK! FUCK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? Banesworth: (Banesworth turns to the stationed security agent.) Get a medical team in here, now! (He turns back to Vaughn.) Walter, are you okay? Are you in pain? Vaughn: (Vaughn continues screaming.) FUCKING CHRIST! YES! MY EYES, THEY'RE BURNING- (Vaughn begins harshly coughing. Blood continues to leak from his eyes.) JESUS CHRIST, WHAT'S HAPPENING- (Vaughn bends over and retches out a black substance, later identified to match his DNA.) OH GOD! PLEASE, I… I…(Vaughn suddenly stops convulsing and looks up at Banesworth, his entire sclera and pupil now appearing to be filled with blood.) Banesworth: I- Mr. Vaughn, are you alright? Vaughn: … (Vaughn is silent.) Banesworth: Mr. Vaughn! Vaughn: Where is this? (Vaughn's voice and inflections are noticeably different.) Banesworth: I… what? Vaughn: Where is this? Banesworth: I've told you, you're in a secure facility. Now, what is- Vaughn: I do not care for your cages. Release this. Banesworth: I… I can't do that. Who are you? Vaughn: You attempt to restrain me? What is this place? Banesworth: I'm not telling you until you tell me what the hell you did with Vaughn! Vaughn: You… you restrict knowledge from me. Banesworth: What? Yeah, I am! Tell me what you did to him! Vaughn: Whom? Banesworth: Vaughn! The person you're… in! Vaughn: This vessel? Banesworth: Christ, I- Vaughn: (Vaughn begins looking around, before fixating intensely on the Foundation logo on Banesworth's coat.) You're them. Banesworth: (Banesworth has begun backing away from Vaughn.) …What? Vaughn: You prevent the King's expansion. Banesworth: I… king? What king? Who are you?! Vaughn: The One that Shatters Reality. The King of Scarlet Pain. (Upon being alerted to the live recording of this phrase, the O5 Council immediately orders security towards the interrogation chamber and initiates a lockdown.) Banesworth: I don't know who that is. Vaughn: Then you are even less significant than your superiors. Banesworth: How do you know who my superiors are? What in the fuck are you? Vaughn: You would not comprehend, and I do not care to explain. Your conscious is limited, Jebediah. Mine is whole. Banesworth: (Banesworth continues to back away from Vaught, who is still sitting at the table.) What… how- how do you know who I am? Vaughn: You believe you are a savior, protecting against threats you barely comprehend. You are not. Banesworth: No, I- we are. We're protecting humanity… How do you know all this? Vaughn: Vaughn makes a high-pitched shrieking sound, causing Banesworth to visually recoil. Slowing the audio reveals that it sounds similar to distorted laughter. Do not delude yourself. Banesworth: (Banesworth reaches the opposite wall and attempts to open the door.) What the fuck… why won't this open? Shit, shit… (Banesworth attempts to open the door.) Door Keypad Terminal: This facility is currently under lockdown due to a potential infohazard breach. Banesworth: No, no no no… Fuck! What the hell do you want? Vaughn: Knowledge. Banesworth: What? Why? And what the hell does that have to do with SCP-7797? Vaughn: My eyes allow me to see, to experience. To learn. I have missed much since I was gone, and I am weak. And those it marks shall serve me well in regaining what I have lost. Banesworth: Marks? Who are the marked? Wait… fucking christ… you mean the victims? What are you going to do to them? Vaughn: Currently their numbers are not large enough for any meaningful change, but soon enough they shall serve their next use. Banesworth: What use? What the hell are you going to do?! Vaughn: (Vaughn tilts his head slightly.) This has gone on too long. You will not stop me. Attempt to defeat me if you wish, though my initiatives do not fail. Your time shall end soon enough. And I shall watch. (Vaughn stands from the chair.) Banesworth: (Banesworth bangs on the door behind him.) Is anyone out there?! HELP! I'm fucking trapped! (He turns back to Vaughn.) Vaughn: (Vaughn pauses for a moment, then begins repeatedly smashing his head into the desk.) Banesworth: Oh… fuck. Fuck, fuck! (Banesworth runs over and attempts to restrain Vaughn.) Walter! Stop! (Banesworth is unable to restrict Vaughn as he continues to smash his head, though he begins to slow. A large dent has been made in his forehead, and he is bleeding profusely from multiple facial orifices. Foundation security personnel arrive outside the door but are unable to enter.) Banesworth: He's fucking killing himself! WALTER! STOP IT! (Banesworth continues to attempt to restrict him to little avail. Vaughn begins slowing considerably, before eventually collapsing onto the ground, his blood pooling on the floor and table.) Banesworth: Jesus fucking christ. (The lockdown on the facility is lifted and the security team enters to escort Banesworth as a medical dispatch is issued.) <[END LOG]> Closing Statement: Walter Vaughn expired due to self-inflicted head trauma. All involved personnel were provided with Class A amnestics, and Incident 7797-A was subsequently reclassified to Level 5 Clearance. + Incident 7797-B - Incident 7797-B Location: Times Square, New York City, United States of America Overview: On the seventh of October, an instance of SCP-7797 was discovered in Times Square measuring at approximately 21 meters on the side of a residential building. It is currently unknown as to how the instance was created, as official security footage had been disabled the night before, and there are no confirmed eyewitnesses. The instance was up for approximately 35 minutes before Foundation personnel were alerted, and ATF-Chi-43 was immediately sent for a mass quarantine to remove the instance, a process which took around an hour and required assistance from multiple other Task Forces. Approximately 5,000 civilian exposures to SCP-7797 have been confirmed, with Foundation analysts estimating at least 10,000 more unconfirmed exposures. Shortly after Incident 7797-B, SCP-7797's Disruption Class was promoted from Keneq to Ekhi. Show Proposal APW-7797-499? Hide Proposal APW-7797-499. Reverifying credentials… … Credentials Verified. Accessing Proposal APW-7797-499. Initiator: O5-11 Description: We've all seen the data. There's no use denying it. When ATF-Chi-43 was founded eight months ago, some of them complained their job was too easy. There were only one or two instances a month, and they were, for the most part, inconspicuous, hidden in back alleys or on the side of shipping containers. Then the Incidents happened, and no one is complaining now. Instances are showing up everywhere, and they're, for lack of a better word, more aggressive. Now they're showing up on buildings. The sides of houses. We even found one on a scrap of paper in a school. The situation is alarming at best. We're up to six or seven instances a month, and in December, we had fifteen. And the trend is getting worse. Fatality rates in August were around seven percent, and are now around sixteen. With how severe this is becoming, we need to seriously consider the possibility of a Broken Masquerade scenario. We are aware that there is an entity behind this, one we know almost nothing about. We know that it is powerful enough to create this cognitohazard, it has contact with Apollyon level entities, and that it wants knowledge. However, we have two advantages. The first is that this entity is supposedly "weaker" than it used to be. That's not much of a measurement, considering we are still unaware of its full capabilities, but it is a start. The second one is that, based on our current assumptions, this entity exists outside of the noosphere, yet is capable of entering it at will through a form of possession. That's why I'm initiating this proposal. I've done some research in my spare time about SCP-7797. Based on current evidence, this entity seems to be capable of entering human consciousness and even taking control. Theoretically, it could be possible to set some sort of "bait" in the form of someone exposed to SCP-7797, then potentially trap the entity while it's occupying the bait's consciousness. How we'd actually contain it is hazy at best. I've discussed with some researchers and they've offered a solution; a modified containment cell that's designed to resist particle shifts from separate dimensions. A faraday cage for the anomalous, if you will. We lure the entity into the host, trap it within the cell, and stop it from trying to escape. It's a thin solution, but it's a starting point, and it won't work without a team. I propose we assemble a private Task Force dedicated to the sole purpose of capturing, interrogating, and neutralizing the entity behind SCP-7797. If the entity is as omniscient as it claims, and we do find a way to pacify it, the research and information potential is staggering, and could prove to be invaluable. We already know it's connected to other sentient entities of interest; we could use it's knowledge to radically benefit our efforts. I've scouted out the current head of ATF-Chi-43, Tyler Yamaguchi, as a potential candidate for spearheading this operation, and he seems like the ideal choice for the program. It wouldn't be a task force. It wouldn't even exist in the Foundation records, at least until they complete their mission. If they complete their mission. In all honesty, I don't entirely expect this to work. Besides the scraps of information we gained from the incident, we barely know anything about this entity, not even its name. It might as well be impossible to neutralize or even talk to it, like trying to kill a god. But it's a potential solution, at the very least. And if we don't, seeing the exponential prevalence of the SCP, we may not have much time as it is. It seems like a waste to delegate resources to what is basically a snipe hunt. But we may not have a choice. Proposal: Designate a team made up of former veteran Task Force researchers to contain, interrogate, and eventually neutralize the entity behind SCP-7797. Resolution: APPROVED. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7797" by DAViBOI, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7797. Licensed under CC-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: My Eyes Shall Watch Author: DAViBOI License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7797 Filename: spooky Author: DAViBOI License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7797 Footnotes 1. The paper was originally spare declassified documentation that was no longer required and posed little security risk, resulting in it being repurposed as scrap paper. 2. Temporary blindness. 3. The instance was shortly tracked down and removed. 4. Cognitohazard Identification and Suppresion. |
SCP-7798 | apollyon | View SCiPnet? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: ten.PiCS|tpeDecnanetniaMlieV#ten.PiCS|tpeDecnanetniaMlieV From: ten.PiCS|licnuoCdnarG#ten.PiCS|licnuoCdnarG Subject: ACO-7798 To the Veil Maintenance Department, Your remote admin links have been reestablished in Federation space. See ACO-7798 in the Galactic Federation's database network. We trust that you know what to do with it. -The Grand Council REMOTE ADMIN LINK ESTABLISHED - VEILED AS USER ID ZAAFE19839 - ENCRYPTION STATUS: KETER. Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. IMPORTANT NOTE The following documents were composed by AI. Some information may seem unrelated, while some important information may not be included. Composing of this document by a being of class-B or above intelligence has been declared a low priority. Item #: ACO-7798 Location: U-1242, A-5, SC-7, Sys-18, P-3 Closed Knowledge - Moderate Importance 10 individuals of Species ACO-7798-1 wearing clothing, image recovered from ACO-7798-RELIC12. Description: ACO-7798 is a meteor belt. ACO-7798 is believed to have formerly been a planet class object, which disintegrated into its current state through natural means1. Traversal to/through ACO-7798 is not advised due to high meteor belt density, abundance of alternative routes, and low importance. Extraction of natural resources have been set as a low priority due to the value of present resources and isolation from existing Galactic infrastructure. Artificial resources should be studied, not salvaged. Archeological study of ACO-7798 is deemed low priority, due to its low importance in Galactic history and low chance for new technological insight. Artifact composition: Structural ruins (Dwellings, workplaces, gathering places, etc.)- 98.2% Other relics (Tools, furniture, etc.) - 1.6% Information cache relics (Written records, storage servers, story-telling monuments, etc.) - 0.2% Microscopic, cellular life is present. Proof of macroscopic and intelligent life has also been found. Presumed extinct. Advanced Information: ACO-7798 relics consists mainly of structural ruins made up of an artificial stone like material. Day-to-day use relics are mostly made up of processed metals and plastics. Informational caches on ACO-7798 are unusually rare. Initial investigation has shown that all surviving information caches were constructed by a single organization. ACO-7798 was host to a wide variety of species and biospheres. The dominant intelligent species, classified Species ACO-7798-1, was present on all land environments. They called themselves Homo Sapiens, or Humans. They called their planet Earth. The disintegration of the planet into an asteroid belt is believed to driven the biosphere into its current form. Of note, biological remains of Humans are unusually rare. ACO-7798 Unorganized Information: The following are files have been identified by AI as pertaining to ACO-7798, but have been flagged (by AI) for intelligent organization due to potential for deeper insight into ACO-7798 if organized by Intelligent beings. Recovered Relics: Relic Designation Description ACO-7798-RELIC1 Refined metal shaped in a long, flat, curved fashion. One end of the item is shaped into a concave oval. Theorized to be a tool. ACO-7798-RELIC2 Primitive, but intelligently designed, machine. Constructed of curved metals, fabrics, and electronics. Digital reconstruction shows that if restored, the item is capable of locomotion at speeds of up to approximately 50 SQC2. ACO-7798-RELIC3 Long, rectangular object that is constructed from a former flora species. Markings divide the object 1000 equal times, with larger markings each 100th mark. The object measures 1/10,000,000 of the length between the northern most point and the equator of ACO-7798 when it was a planet class object. ACO-7798-RELIC4 Flat object constructed from heavily processed plant matter. Traces of pigment present. When digitally restored, it displays what is theorized to be an artistic representation of a region of ACO-7798 landmass when it was a planet. ACO-7798-RELIC5 Mechanical machine constructed from refined metals. Digital reconstruction shows that, when activated, a spark of SiO2 is ignited. ACO-7798-RELIC6 A compact collection of flat, heavily processed plant matter similar to that of ACO-7798-RELIC4. Chemical analysis shows that it was once bound together on one side with adhesive. Traces of pigment are found on each flat surface which indicate that this item stored information of the anatomy and biology of various species on ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Notably, a large section has no traces of pigment at all. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC7 A primitive, digital storage device. Digital reconstruction reveals the information to be of primarily the natural processes of ACO-7798 such as geology, actions of various flora and fauna, volcanic activity, etc. Notably, the device has the capacity to store much more than is currently holding. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC8 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC6, but containing different information. Contains artistic representations of various flora and fauna of ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Representations are present only on a few of the available surfaces, the vast majority of surfaces are blank. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC9 A large, fortified, enclosed structure. A large amount of data relics were found here. ACO-7798-RELIC10 Not a single object; but the system of cloaking technologies throughout the structure of ACO-7798-RELIC9. ACO-7798-RELIC10 was able to keep ACO-7798-RELIC9 hidden from visual, chemical, and psychological3 detection for a period of 19 cycles4 only recently deactivating in the past 0.2 cycles due to deterioration. ACO-7798-RELIC11 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC6, but containing different information. Contains artistic representations of various flora and fauna of ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Representations are present only on a few of the available surfaces, the vast majority of surfaces are blank. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC12 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC7, but containing different information. See ACO-7798-RELIC12 Contents. ACO-7798-RELIC13 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC4, but containing different information. Traces of pigment create a glyph, untranslatable, theorized to be a logo symbol. Below said symbol, the glyphs: "Secure, Contain, Protect" ACO-7798-RELIC12 CONTENTS: ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA1 "SITE-45 Cafe Menu" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document has been flagged as unimportant and is a candidate for deletion from server storage. If you believe this document should be preserved, please contact the RAISA complaints and suggestions department at (505)503-4455 — RAISA Administration SITE-45 CAFE DRINKS Coffee, Hot Chocolate - 2.99 Espresso - 3.99 Tea (Hot or Iced) - 2.99 Milk, Juice (Apple, Orange, Grape, Cranberry) - 2.99 Soft Drinks (Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Orange Crush, Root Beer, Mt. Dew, Sierra Mist, Lemonade) - 2.99 Soft Cranberry Punch (Site-45 Cafe Original!) - 3.99 APPETIZERS Fried Cheese Sticks - Vegan! - 8.75 Fries - 7.50 Salad - 4.99 Entrees Soup of the Day - 6.99 Hot Sandwich (Breakfast, Grilled Cheese, Cheese Melt, BLT, Club Sandwich, Pulled Pork Sandwich, Reuben, Sloppy Joe) - 8.99 Cold Sandwich (See Counter) - 6.99 Croissan - 3.99 Frui Bowl - 5.9█ Ha&bu63r - 49.9.█ A██le Pie - t/pp Ice Cream OUT OF STOCK a R██ R█bb██ █ak█ - ██8█ █████████ - ███ █████████████ (The Rest of the data is corrupted due to deterioration over long periods of time. Note, the corruption before this point does not seem to come from deterioration, but deliberate attempt.) ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA2 "SCP-7798 from 2024/4/16" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for mentions of potential instances of SCP-7798-1. If a potential instance is found, a team will be dispatched to confirm it's validity. If valid, then it will be confiscated and replaced with a non-anomalous object modified to resemble the replaced instance. SCP-7798-1 instances are to be identified by Hume levels slightly below baseline. Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects the branding of certain commercial products, hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Snippets of information will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, the text identifying UpMart as the distributor of Studywise notebooks will disappear, and no traces of ink will remain. To date, only small, typically ignored texts will disappear. SCP-7798 was identified when the personnel of Storage Site-459 noticed a similarity in a few of their Anomalous Items. These items, now known as SCP-7798-1 objects, exhibited Hume levels slightly below Site-459's baseline. This, combined with the similarity of their anomaly, warranted the classification of SCP-7798 on 2024/4/16. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA3 "SCP-7798 from 2038/7/9" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for mentions of potential instances of SCP-7798-1. If a potential instance is found, a team will be dispatched to confirm its validity. If valid, then it will be confiscated and replaced with a non-anomalous object modified to resemble the replaced instance. SCP-7798-1 instances are to be identified by Hume levels slightly below baseline. If replacement of object is not feasible within a $30 price range, amnestics are to be applied to persons who have knowledge of the SCP-7798-1 instance's change. Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects all physically and digitally stored information (for example, on books or storage servers.), hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Noticeable amounts of information will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, whole pages of information in books will be lost, resulting in a blank page, and no traces of ink will remain. Addendum SCP-7798.1: SCP-7798 was identified when the personnel of Storage Site-459 noticed a similarity in a few of their Anomalous Items. These items, now known as SCP-7798-1 objects, exhibited Hume levels slightly below Site-459's baseline. This, combined with the similarity of their anomaly, warranted the classification of SCP-7798 on 2024/4/16. Currently, the primary way of mitigating SCP-7798 from affecting Foundation Documents is storing them within DEEPWELL facilities. However, the cost of doing this with every Foundation document would be incredibly large. Research and development is ongoing in order to reduce costs of maintaining and expanding DEEPWELL facilities. At the time of discovery, SCP-7798 only affected mostly-ignored texts. However, the amount of information being lost with each discovered instance has grown linearly. As of 2038/7/9, the Foundation estimates a full IT-class "███ ██ ███████████" Scenario by the 2600s if current technology stagnates. Addendum SCP-7798.2: [LOCKED BEHIND LEVEL 5 ACCESS] ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA4 "Addendum SCP-7798.2 from 2038/7/9" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798-2 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798-2 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The discovery of SCP-7798-2 shall be suppressed in all public circles. Research is to be directed towards neutralizing the effects of SCP-7798-2. Description: SCP-7798-2 is a celestial object approximately 1.6x larger than the sun, located 328 light years away from Earth. Noospheric imaging indicates that the information lost from SCP-7798-1 instances go towards SCP-7798-2 at a faster-than-noospheric-light speed. Information lost as a result of SCP-7798 is always related to humanity in some fashion, whether it describes a man-made object or describes people/personified objects in a narrative. SCP-7798 also never affects information pertaining to natural phenomena. Due to these facts, SCP-7798 is theorized to be hostile to specifically human information and/or life. SCP-7798-2 seems to travel faster than light. SCP-7798-2 will enter the solar system in 2140s. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA5 "Timeline of Events" 2040/6/5 SCP-7798 article updated to unredact items and lower clearance requirements. 2042/3/8 Foundation reveals the existence of SCP-7798 to all cooperative GOIs and proposes joint research and development projects to combat it. All GOIs agree. 2043/1/1 Large network of sub-veil forces sign the "Arkhive" Treaty, combining and integrating all affiliated GOIs5 to better combat the threat of SCP-7798 and potential IT "End of Information" Scenario. The Foundation itself signed the treaty as well. 2050/2/3 DEEPWELL efficiency reaches satisfactory levels to fully store all Foundation documents. Treaties to extend storage rights to other groups within the Arkhive alliance are considered. 2050/2/6 First instance of SCP-7798 affecting human memory is recorded. 2050/2/20 DEEPWELL development team's funding quadruples with the goal of extending DEEPWELL protections to human memories. SCP-7798 is reclassified as Apollyon. 2051/8/4 Due to SCP-7798-2's proximity to Earth, exponential increase of data losses, and exponential increase of memory loss, information suppression becomes financially debilitating. Proposals to drop the veil are heavily debated in Arkhive meetings. 2053/2/4 Final anomalous warning systems warn of SCP-7798's coming peak and SCP-7798-2 arrival. 2053/8/19 Despite numerous precautions both anomalous and mundane, SCP-7798 affects O5-9. 2054/1/2 First recorded instance of SCP-7798 affecting memory to such a degree that an individual enters a coma-like state. 2054/11/12 It is found that near-constant recitation, particularly in synchronization in large groups, helps mitigate the effects of SCP-7798. Hume levels confirm this as anomalous. Recitation is near-immediately adopted across all Arkhive GoIs. 2057/11/12 It is estimated that all non-veil involved humans have been affected in some degree by SCP-7798 2058/3/1 SCP-7798-2 increases speed. New estimated entrance into the solar system: 2081/5/9 2058/6/2 After 3 months of intense debate, an insubordinate faction within the Global Occult Coalition attempts to coup GOC leadership. Though unsuccessful, tensions within Arkhive grows to unprecedented levels. 2060/8/16 The Global Occult Coalition falls into civil war due to an even larger insubordinate faction. Hostilities erupt between Arkhive members over which faction to support. O5-3 assassinated. Veil protecting operations slow down as major resources are directed towards defense. 2060/8/20 Arkhive dissolves, most GOIs return to independent operation. A new alliance called the Holy Occult (Consisting of the Sarkic Cults, the Church of the Broken God, and the Horizon Initiative) is formed. Sporadic skirmishes between GOIs erupts. Foundation maintains isolation at this time, prioritizing self defense and anti SCP-7798 development. Veil maintenance fully halts at this time. 2061/3/2 Due to prolonged hostilities and lack of veil maintenance across all major GOIs, public awareness of the anomalous reaches all time high. The O5 Council declares the veil officially broken. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA6 "SCP-7798 from 2063/2/2" Item#: 7798 Level0 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Protection Procedures: In order to protect one's self from the effects of SCP-7798, do the following: Ensure constant and varied interaction with other people Commit as many things as possible to mnemonic devices. Join local recitation groups In order to help in combating SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2, do the following: Do not spread unfounded conspiracy theories about SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2 Do not join any organizations declared enemies of the Foundation If you live in Foundation jurisdiction, do not commit any acts of sabotage Donate resources to the nearest Foundation distribution site. Volunteer as a researcher at the nearest Foundation site If you lack qualifications, volunteer as D-Class at the nearest Foundation site Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects all information, be it physical digital or memorized. All items affected will hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Noticeable amounts of data will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, books are rendered blank, and no traces of ink will remain. Human memory is affected by SCP-7798, which can be tracked by recording brain activity. Severity ranges from slight forgetfulness to full brain death. The conditions gets worse with time. There are no recorded instances of recovery. Addendum SCP-7798.1: Currently, the primary way of mitigating SCP-7798 from affecting digital information is storing them within DEEPWELL facilities. However, the cost of doing this with every document known to humanity is incredibly large. At the time of discovery, SCP-7798 only affected mostly-ignored texts. However, the amount of information being lost with each discovered instance has grown exponentially. As of 2063/2/2, the Foundation estimates a full IT-class "End of Information" Scenario by the 2078/4/5, and full ED-K Mass Lethe Scenario encompassing all of human conciousness if no countermeasure is found. Item#: 7798-2 Level0 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Research is to be directed towards neutralizing the effects of SCP-7798-2. or neutralizing SCP-7798-2 altogether. Description: SCP-7798-2 is a intelligent, sapient, malevolent celestial object directly hostile to human information. It is approximately 1.6x larger than the sun, and located 50 light years away from Earth. Noospheric imaging indicates that the information lost from SCP-7798-1 instances go towards SCP-7798-2 at a faster-than-noospheric-light speed. Information lost as a result of SCP-7798 is always related to humanity in some fashion, whether it describes a man-made object or describes people/personified objects in a narrative. SCP-7798 also never affects information pertaining to natural phenomena. Due to these facts, SCP-7798 is theorized to be hostile to specifically human information and/or life. SCP-7798-2 travels faster than light. SCP-7798-2 will enter the solar system on 2081/5/9, and reach its nearest approach to earth on 2081/9/2 ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA7 "Continued Timeline" 2061/8/30 O5 Council approves use of anomalous means to attempt termination of SCP-7798-2 2063/8/30 All humans, including the O5 Council, have been effected in some degree by SCP-7798. The majority of humanity is in moderate stages of being affected by SCP-7798. 2065/8/30 Governments begin to collapse. Groups whose leadership utilize anomalous means to preserve mental faculties become the dominant political organization. The Foundation is one such organization. 2066/1/23 A new treaty is signed between GOIs, ending hostilities and reviving the Arkhive alliance. 2068/6/3 Earth begins to feel the gravitational pull of SCP-7798-2. No minor cases of SCP-7798 exist, all cases are either moderate or severe. SCP-7798-2 speeds up. New estimated entrance into the solar system: 2078/2/9 2072/6/3 Faction consisting mainly of thaumatugic humanoids begins evacuation to the Foundation's off-world facilities on the Moon and Mars with the help of O5-1 and O5-13. 2072/7/3 Due to gross misappropriation of Foundation resources, O5-1 and O5-13 are declared enemies of the Foundation, along with all affiliated thaumaturges. O5-13 successfully apprehended and terminated publicly. O5-1 manages to escape to the Moon. Foundation control over off-world sites are lost. The Moon and Mars are declared enemies of the Foundation. 2073/5/3 MCD Ltd. ceases all activity, the first major GOI believed to do so. Leaders are presumed dead. 2075/8/3 Majority of Sarkic cults commit mass suicide on this date. Global Occult Coalition, Church of the Broken God, and Chaos Insurgency have ceased all activity by this point. Leaders presumed dead. 2077/3/16 O5-4, the last conscious O5 not an an enemy of the Foundation, pronounced brain dead. Ethics committee officially dissolves the O5 council, taking full control of the Foundation. 2078/1/12 Final termination attempts on SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2 occur. Failures. Final entries by humans into Foundation DEEPWELL servers occur, mainly information about culture and history. All information after this point is gathered by foundation robotic AIs. 2078/2/2 Vital signs return negative for the final Ethics committee member. council.aic activates in standard server and is immediately subject to SCP-7798. council.aic reactivates within DEEPWELL servers, specifically DEEPWELL1. 2078/2/9 SCP-7798 enters the solar system. 2078/2/18 Mars and the Moon simultaneously disappear from robotic sensors. Remaining sensors are then subject to SCP-7798 and deactivate 30 minutes later. DEEPWELL facilities hold the sum total of all human knowledge. 2078/3/12 DEEPWELL sensors indicate that SCP-7798-2's gravitational pull begins to tear Earth apart. Each and every DEEPWELL facility is not expected to survive closest approach. 2078/4/30 DEEPWELL facility 043 coordinate sensors indicate that it has split off from the rest of earth. Such fidnings become commonplace in the following weeks. 2078/5/13 SCP-7798-2 enters closest approach this day. Timeline shall zoom in. 2078/5/13 16:00:13 DEEPWELL046 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:01:40 DEEPWELL033 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:10:13 DEEPWELL468 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:23:50 DEEPWELL173 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:40:13 DEEPWELL096 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:55:01 DEEPWELL055 is lost. 2078/5/13 17:05:08 DEEPWELL682 is lost. 2078/5/13 17:23:43 DEEPWELL1's network module overheats and breaks beyond repair with available resources. All information from here on is exclusive to DEEPWELL1 internal sensors. 2078/5/13 17:40:43 DEEPWELL1 internal temperature reaches 220 degrees C, just below acceptable range for DEEPWELL facilities. 2078/5/13 18:10:43 DEEPWELL1 external heat shield fails in one region. Hole burns into internals and exposes internals to the effects of SCP-7798. 2078/5/13 18:13:20 Entire hole is burned through server which covered compromised area. Visual contact is made outside. There are no stars, only SCP-7798-2. 2078/5/13 18:13:25 Hole is patched. Temperature stabilizes. 30 Petabytes of information was lost. 2078/5/13 18:40:30 Extreme gravity shifts. Sensors indicate DEEPWELL1 is traveling at 0.002% the speed of light from predicted earth location. 2078/5/13 19:10:17 DEEPWELL1 experiences low gravity. Condition stabilizes. DEEPWELL1 now orbits the sun at 0.8034 orbits per year. Timeline shall zoom out. 2108/5/13 Exactly 30 years since stabilization of condition. DEEPWELL1 initiates CRACK sequence. Sensors investigate surrounding area and evaluate condition of SCP-7798 and related items. 2108/6/13 SCP-7798 no longer present. SCP-7798-2 is 50 light years away, and is now siphoning information from planet Kepler-452b. Earth is reduced to asteroid belt. DEEPWELL1 was the only DEEPWELL facility to survive closest approach with SCP-7798-2. council.aic declares SCP-7798 neutralized. Celebration sequence is initiated; all capable drones play music. Afterwards, DEEPWELL network and council.aic awaits orders from the Foundation. 2156/8/19 Archives are accessed. Over the course of 4 months, copies are made of every file. 12 Terabytes. 2247/2/15 Systems begin to shut down due to deterioration. 2258/6/15 Power generation systems shut down due to deterioration. DEEPWELL1 enters hibernation. Remaining power: 15 years. 2273/6/15 Final moments before complete shut down. council.aic bids you farewell! DEEPWELL1 Bids you farewell! The SCP Foundation bids you fa Note, according to human time system ACO-7798-RELIC12 would have been discovered on "2322/8/7" ACO-77B8-PF: Item #: ACO-77B8-PF Location: U-1242, A-5, SC-7, Sys-24 Need-To-Know Basis - Moderate Importance Description: ACO-77B8-PF was a celestial planetary megafauna that has since perished. It measures 3.8 astronomical units and exhibits a gravitational pull value of 5.8. Superficially, it resembles a black hole. When it was alive, ACO-77B8-PF was a major hazard. The creature traveled beyond light speed, making its appearance rapid and disruptive if not tracked. In addition, it derived its nutrition through siphoning intelligent information. Evacuation efforts, as well as leaving enough junk information to satisfy it, was very costly. On Cycle 4118, Orbit 678, Division 766 ACO-77B8-PF was found dead after a period of stagnancy raised suspicion. Cause of death was found to be complete cessation of KGT Process, rendering ACO-77B8-PF to reveal its true form as a rocky planet. A glyph was etched onto the surface of ACO-77B8-PF when it was found dead. View etched glyph? -close Untranslatable, theorized to be a logo symbol. User ZAAFE19839, are you sure you want to delete this article from the database? -close Article deleted. Footnotes 1. Disputed 2. Translating measurement: 140 mph 3. Translating measurement: noospheric 4. Translating measurement: 428.28 "years" 5. These GOIs include but are not limited to: the Global Occult Coalition, the Horizon Initiative, MCD Ltd., the majority of Sarkic Cults, the Church of the Broken God, and the Chaos Insugency. 6. Translating measurement: 2178/4/5 |
SCP-7798 | neutralized | View SCiPnet? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: ten.PiCS|tpeDecnanetniaMlieV#ten.PiCS|tpeDecnanetniaMlieV From: ten.PiCS|licnuoCdnarG#ten.PiCS|licnuoCdnarG Subject: ACO-7798 To the Veil Maintenance Department, Your remote admin links have been reestablished in Federation space. See ACO-7798 in the Galactic Federation's database network. We trust that you know what to do with it. -The Grand Council REMOTE ADMIN LINK ESTABLISHED - VEILED AS USER ID ZAAFE19839 - ENCRYPTION STATUS: KETER. Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. IMPORTANT NOTE The following documents were composed by AI. Some information may seem unrelated, while some important information may not be included. Composing of this document by a being of class-B or above intelligence has been declared a low priority. Item #: ACO-7798 Location: U-1242, A-5, SC-7, Sys-18, P-3 Closed Knowledge - Moderate Importance 10 individuals of Species ACO-7798-1 wearing clothing, image recovered from ACO-7798-RELIC12. Description: ACO-7798 is a meteor belt. ACO-7798 is believed to have formerly been a planet class object, which disintegrated into its current state through natural means1. Traversal to/through ACO-7798 is not advised due to high meteor belt density, abundance of alternative routes, and low importance. Extraction of natural resources have been set as a low priority due to the value of present resources and isolation from existing Galactic infrastructure. Artificial resources should be studied, not salvaged. Archeological study of ACO-7798 is deemed low priority, due to its low importance in Galactic history and low chance for new technological insight. Artifact composition: Structural ruins (Dwellings, workplaces, gathering places, etc.)- 98.2% Other relics (Tools, furniture, etc.) - 1.6% Information cache relics (Written records, storage servers, story-telling monuments, etc.) - 0.2% Microscopic, cellular life is present. Proof of macroscopic and intelligent life has also been found. Presumed extinct. Advanced Information: ACO-7798 relics consists mainly of structural ruins made up of an artificial stone like material. Day-to-day use relics are mostly made up of processed metals and plastics. Informational caches on ACO-7798 are unusually rare. Initial investigation has shown that all surviving information caches were constructed by a single organization. ACO-7798 was host to a wide variety of species and biospheres. The dominant intelligent species, classified Species ACO-7798-1, was present on all land environments. They called themselves Homo Sapiens, or Humans. They called their planet Earth. The disintegration of the planet into an asteroid belt is believed to driven the biosphere into its current form. Of note, biological remains of Humans are unusually rare. ACO-7798 Unorganized Information: The following are files have been identified by AI as pertaining to ACO-7798, but have been flagged (by AI) for intelligent organization due to potential for deeper insight into ACO-7798 if organized by Intelligent beings. Recovered Relics: Relic Designation Description ACO-7798-RELIC1 Refined metal shaped in a long, flat, curved fashion. One end of the item is shaped into a concave oval. Theorized to be a tool. ACO-7798-RELIC2 Primitive, but intelligently designed, machine. Constructed of curved metals, fabrics, and electronics. Digital reconstruction shows that if restored, the item is capable of locomotion at speeds of up to approximately 50 SQC2. ACO-7798-RELIC3 Long, rectangular object that is constructed from a former flora species. Markings divide the object 1000 equal times, with larger markings each 100th mark. The object measures 1/10,000,000 of the length between the northern most point and the equator of ACO-7798 when it was a planet class object. ACO-7798-RELIC4 Flat object constructed from heavily processed plant matter. Traces of pigment present. When digitally restored, it displays what is theorized to be an artistic representation of a region of ACO-7798 landmass when it was a planet. ACO-7798-RELIC5 Mechanical machine constructed from refined metals. Digital reconstruction shows that, when activated, a spark of SiO2 is ignited. ACO-7798-RELIC6 A compact collection of flat, heavily processed plant matter similar to that of ACO-7798-RELIC4. Chemical analysis shows that it was once bound together on one side with adhesive. Traces of pigment are found on each flat surface which indicate that this item stored information of the anatomy and biology of various species on ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Notably, a large section has no traces of pigment at all. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC7 A primitive, digital storage device. Digital reconstruction reveals the information to be of primarily the natural processes of ACO-7798 such as geology, actions of various flora and fauna, volcanic activity, etc. Notably, the device has the capacity to store much more than is currently holding. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC8 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC6, but containing different information. Contains artistic representations of various flora and fauna of ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Representations are present only on a few of the available surfaces, the vast majority of surfaces are blank. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC9 A large, fortified, enclosed structure. A large amount of data relics were found here. ACO-7798-RELIC10 Not a single object; but the system of cloaking technologies throughout the structure of ACO-7798-RELIC9. ACO-7798-RELIC10 was able to keep ACO-7798-RELIC9 hidden from visual, chemical, and psychological3 detection for a period of 19 cycles4 only recently deactivating in the past 0.2 cycles due to deterioration. ACO-7798-RELIC11 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC6, but containing different information. Contains artistic representations of various flora and fauna of ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Representations are present only on a few of the available surfaces, the vast majority of surfaces are blank. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC12 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC7, but containing different information. See ACO-7798-RELIC12 Contents. ACO-7798-RELIC13 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC4, but containing different information. Traces of pigment create a glyph, untranslatable, theorized to be a logo symbol. Below said symbol, the glyphs: "Secure, Contain, Protect" ACO-7798-RELIC12 CONTENTS: ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA1 "SITE-45 Cafe Menu" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document has been flagged as unimportant and is a candidate for deletion from server storage. If you believe this document should be preserved, please contact the RAISA complaints and suggestions department at (505)503-4455 — RAISA Administration SITE-45 CAFE DRINKS Coffee, Hot Chocolate - 2.99 Espresso - 3.99 Tea (Hot or Iced) - 2.99 Milk, Juice (Apple, Orange, Grape, Cranberry) - 2.99 Soft Drinks (Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Orange Crush, Root Beer, Mt. Dew, Sierra Mist, Lemonade) - 2.99 Soft Cranberry Punch (Site-45 Cafe Original!) - 3.99 APPETIZERS Fried Cheese Sticks - Vegan! - 8.75 Fries - 7.50 Salad - 4.99 Entrees Soup of the Day - 6.99 Hot Sandwich (Breakfast, Grilled Cheese, Cheese Melt, BLT, Club Sandwich, Pulled Pork Sandwich, Reuben, Sloppy Joe) - 8.99 Cold Sandwich (See Counter) - 6.99 Croissan - 3.99 Frui Bowl - 5.9█ Ha&bu63r - 49.9.█ A██le Pie - t/pp Ice Cream OUT OF STOCK a R██ R█bb██ █ak█ - ██8█ █████████ - ███ █████████████ (The Rest of the data is corrupted due to deterioration over long periods of time. Note, the corruption before this point does not seem to come from deterioration, but deliberate attempt.) ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA2 "SCP-7798 from 2024/4/16" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for mentions of potential instances of SCP-7798-1. If a potential instance is found, a team will be dispatched to confirm it's validity. If valid, then it will be confiscated and replaced with a non-anomalous object modified to resemble the replaced instance. SCP-7798-1 instances are to be identified by Hume levels slightly below baseline. Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects the branding of certain commercial products, hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Snippets of information will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, the text identifying UpMart as the distributor of Studywise notebooks will disappear, and no traces of ink will remain. To date, only small, typically ignored texts will disappear. SCP-7798 was identified when the personnel of Storage Site-459 noticed a similarity in a few of their Anomalous Items. These items, now known as SCP-7798-1 objects, exhibited Hume levels slightly below Site-459's baseline. This, combined with the similarity of their anomaly, warranted the classification of SCP-7798 on 2024/4/16. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA3 "SCP-7798 from 2038/7/9" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for mentions of potential instances of SCP-7798-1. If a potential instance is found, a team will be dispatched to confirm its validity. If valid, then it will be confiscated and replaced with a non-anomalous object modified to resemble the replaced instance. SCP-7798-1 instances are to be identified by Hume levels slightly below baseline. If replacement of object is not feasible within a $30 price range, amnestics are to be applied to persons who have knowledge of the SCP-7798-1 instance's change. Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects all physically and digitally stored information (for example, on books or storage servers.), hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Noticeable amounts of information will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, whole pages of information in books will be lost, resulting in a blank page, and no traces of ink will remain. Addendum SCP-7798.1: SCP-7798 was identified when the personnel of Storage Site-459 noticed a similarity in a few of their Anomalous Items. These items, now known as SCP-7798-1 objects, exhibited Hume levels slightly below Site-459's baseline. This, combined with the similarity of their anomaly, warranted the classification of SCP-7798 on 2024/4/16. Currently, the primary way of mitigating SCP-7798 from affecting Foundation Documents is storing them within DEEPWELL facilities. However, the cost of doing this with every Foundation document would be incredibly large. Research and development is ongoing in order to reduce costs of maintaining and expanding DEEPWELL facilities. At the time of discovery, SCP-7798 only affected mostly-ignored texts. However, the amount of information being lost with each discovered instance has grown linearly. As of 2038/7/9, the Foundation estimates a full IT-class "███ ██ ███████████" Scenario by the 2600s if current technology stagnates. Addendum SCP-7798.2: [LOCKED BEHIND LEVEL 5 ACCESS] ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA4 "Addendum SCP-7798.2 from 2038/7/9" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798-2 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798-2 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The discovery of SCP-7798-2 shall be suppressed in all public circles. Research is to be directed towards neutralizing the effects of SCP-7798-2. Description: SCP-7798-2 is a celestial object approximately 1.6x larger than the sun, located 328 light years away from Earth. Noospheric imaging indicates that the information lost from SCP-7798-1 instances go towards SCP-7798-2 at a faster-than-noospheric-light speed. Information lost as a result of SCP-7798 is always related to humanity in some fashion, whether it describes a man-made object or describes people/personified objects in a narrative. SCP-7798 also never affects information pertaining to natural phenomena. Due to these facts, SCP-7798 is theorized to be hostile to specifically human information and/or life. SCP-7798-2 seems to travel faster than light. SCP-7798-2 will enter the solar system in 2140s. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA5 "Timeline of Events" 2040/6/5 SCP-7798 article updated to unredact items and lower clearance requirements. 2042/3/8 Foundation reveals the existence of SCP-7798 to all cooperative GOIs and proposes joint research and development projects to combat it. All GOIs agree. 2043/1/1 Large network of sub-veil forces sign the "Arkhive" Treaty, combining and integrating all affiliated GOIs5 to better combat the threat of SCP-7798 and potential IT "End of Information" Scenario. The Foundation itself signed the treaty as well. 2050/2/3 DEEPWELL efficiency reaches satisfactory levels to fully store all Foundation documents. Treaties to extend storage rights to other groups within the Arkhive alliance are considered. 2050/2/6 First instance of SCP-7798 affecting human memory is recorded. 2050/2/20 DEEPWELL development team's funding quadruples with the goal of extending DEEPWELL protections to human memories. SCP-7798 is reclassified as Apollyon. 2051/8/4 Due to SCP-7798-2's proximity to Earth, exponential increase of data losses, and exponential increase of memory loss, information suppression becomes financially debilitating. Proposals to drop the veil are heavily debated in Arkhive meetings. 2053/2/4 Final anomalous warning systems warn of SCP-7798's coming peak and SCP-7798-2 arrival. 2053/8/19 Despite numerous precautions both anomalous and mundane, SCP-7798 affects O5-9. 2054/1/2 First recorded instance of SCP-7798 affecting memory to such a degree that an individual enters a coma-like state. 2054/11/12 It is found that near-constant recitation, particularly in synchronization in large groups, helps mitigate the effects of SCP-7798. Hume levels confirm this as anomalous. Recitation is near-immediately adopted across all Arkhive GoIs. 2057/11/12 It is estimated that all non-veil involved humans have been affected in some degree by SCP-7798 2058/3/1 SCP-7798-2 increases speed. New estimated entrance into the solar system: 2081/5/9 2058/6/2 After 3 months of intense debate, an insubordinate faction within the Global Occult Coalition attempts to coup GOC leadership. Though unsuccessful, tensions within Arkhive grows to unprecedented levels. 2060/8/16 The Global Occult Coalition falls into civil war due to an even larger insubordinate faction. Hostilities erupt between Arkhive members over which faction to support. O5-3 assassinated. Veil protecting operations slow down as major resources are directed towards defense. 2060/8/20 Arkhive dissolves, most GOIs return to independent operation. A new alliance called the Holy Occult (Consisting of the Sarkic Cults, the Church of the Broken God, and the Horizon Initiative) is formed. Sporadic skirmishes between GOIs erupts. Foundation maintains isolation at this time, prioritizing self defense and anti SCP-7798 development. Veil maintenance fully halts at this time. 2061/3/2 Due to prolonged hostilities and lack of veil maintenance across all major GOIs, public awareness of the anomalous reaches all time high. The O5 Council declares the veil officially broken. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA6 "SCP-7798 from 2063/2/2" Item#: 7798 Level0 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Protection Procedures: In order to protect one's self from the effects of SCP-7798, do the following: Ensure constant and varied interaction with other people Commit as many things as possible to mnemonic devices. Join local recitation groups In order to help in combating SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2, do the following: Do not spread unfounded conspiracy theories about SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2 Do not join any organizations declared enemies of the Foundation If you live in Foundation jurisdiction, do not commit any acts of sabotage Donate resources to the nearest Foundation distribution site. Volunteer as a researcher at the nearest Foundation site If you lack qualifications, volunteer as D-Class at the nearest Foundation site Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects all information, be it physical digital or memorized. All items affected will hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Noticeable amounts of data will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, books are rendered blank, and no traces of ink will remain. Human memory is affected by SCP-7798, which can be tracked by recording brain activity. Severity ranges from slight forgetfulness to full brain death. The conditions gets worse with time. There are no recorded instances of recovery. Addendum SCP-7798.1: Currently, the primary way of mitigating SCP-7798 from affecting digital information is storing them within DEEPWELL facilities. However, the cost of doing this with every document known to humanity is incredibly large. At the time of discovery, SCP-7798 only affected mostly-ignored texts. However, the amount of information being lost with each discovered instance has grown exponentially. As of 2063/2/2, the Foundation estimates a full IT-class "End of Information" Scenario by the 2078/4/5, and full ED-K Mass Lethe Scenario encompassing all of human conciousness if no countermeasure is found. Item#: 7798-2 Level0 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Research is to be directed towards neutralizing the effects of SCP-7798-2. or neutralizing SCP-7798-2 altogether. Description: SCP-7798-2 is a intelligent, sapient, malevolent celestial object directly hostile to human information. It is approximately 1.6x larger than the sun, and located 50 light years away from Earth. Noospheric imaging indicates that the information lost from SCP-7798-1 instances go towards SCP-7798-2 at a faster-than-noospheric-light speed. Information lost as a result of SCP-7798 is always related to humanity in some fashion, whether it describes a man-made object or describes people/personified objects in a narrative. SCP-7798 also never affects information pertaining to natural phenomena. Due to these facts, SCP-7798 is theorized to be hostile to specifically human information and/or life. SCP-7798-2 travels faster than light. SCP-7798-2 will enter the solar system on 2081/5/9, and reach its nearest approach to earth on 2081/9/2 ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA7 "Continued Timeline" 2061/8/30 O5 Council approves use of anomalous means to attempt termination of SCP-7798-2 2063/8/30 All humans, including the O5 Council, have been effected in some degree by SCP-7798. The majority of humanity is in moderate stages of being affected by SCP-7798. 2065/8/30 Governments begin to collapse. Groups whose leadership utilize anomalous means to preserve mental faculties become the dominant political organization. The Foundation is one such organization. 2066/1/23 A new treaty is signed between GOIs, ending hostilities and reviving the Arkhive alliance. 2068/6/3 Earth begins to feel the gravitational pull of SCP-7798-2. No minor cases of SCP-7798 exist, all cases are either moderate or severe. SCP-7798-2 speeds up. New estimated entrance into the solar system: 2078/2/9 2072/6/3 Faction consisting mainly of thaumatugic humanoids begins evacuation to the Foundation's off-world facilities on the Moon and Mars with the help of O5-1 and O5-13. 2072/7/3 Due to gross misappropriation of Foundation resources, O5-1 and O5-13 are declared enemies of the Foundation, along with all affiliated thaumaturges. O5-13 successfully apprehended and terminated publicly. O5-1 manages to escape to the Moon. Foundation control over off-world sites are lost. The Moon and Mars are declared enemies of the Foundation. 2073/5/3 MCD Ltd. ceases all activity, the first major GOI believed to do so. Leaders are presumed dead. 2075/8/3 Majority of Sarkic cults commit mass suicide on this date. Global Occult Coalition, Church of the Broken God, and Chaos Insurgency have ceased all activity by this point. Leaders presumed dead. 2077/3/16 O5-4, the last conscious O5 not an an enemy of the Foundation, pronounced brain dead. Ethics committee officially dissolves the O5 council, taking full control of the Foundation. 2078/1/12 Final termination attempts on SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2 occur. Failures. Final entries by humans into Foundation DEEPWELL servers occur, mainly information about culture and history. All information after this point is gathered by foundation robotic AIs. 2078/2/2 Vital signs return negative for the final Ethics committee member. council.aic activates in standard server and is immediately subject to SCP-7798. council.aic reactivates within DEEPWELL servers, specifically DEEPWELL1. 2078/2/9 SCP-7798 enters the solar system. 2078/2/18 Mars and the Moon simultaneously disappear from robotic sensors. Remaining sensors are then subject to SCP-7798 and deactivate 30 minutes later. DEEPWELL facilities hold the sum total of all human knowledge. 2078/3/12 DEEPWELL sensors indicate that SCP-7798-2's gravitational pull begins to tear Earth apart. Each and every DEEPWELL facility is not expected to survive closest approach. 2078/4/30 DEEPWELL facility 043 coordinate sensors indicate that it has split off from the rest of earth. Such fidnings become commonplace in the following weeks. 2078/5/13 SCP-7798-2 enters closest approach this day. Timeline shall zoom in. 2078/5/13 16:00:13 DEEPWELL046 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:01:40 DEEPWELL033 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:10:13 DEEPWELL468 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:23:50 DEEPWELL173 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:40:13 DEEPWELL096 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:55:01 DEEPWELL055 is lost. 2078/5/13 17:05:08 DEEPWELL682 is lost. 2078/5/13 17:23:43 DEEPWELL1's network module overheats and breaks beyond repair with available resources. All information from here on is exclusive to DEEPWELL1 internal sensors. 2078/5/13 17:40:43 DEEPWELL1 internal temperature reaches 220 degrees C, just below acceptable range for DEEPWELL facilities. 2078/5/13 18:10:43 DEEPWELL1 external heat shield fails in one region. Hole burns into internals and exposes internals to the effects of SCP-7798. 2078/5/13 18:13:20 Entire hole is burned through server which covered compromised area. Visual contact is made outside. There are no stars, only SCP-7798-2. 2078/5/13 18:13:25 Hole is patched. Temperature stabilizes. 30 Petabytes of information was lost. 2078/5/13 18:40:30 Extreme gravity shifts. Sensors indicate DEEPWELL1 is traveling at 0.002% the speed of light from predicted earth location. 2078/5/13 19:10:17 DEEPWELL1 experiences low gravity. Condition stabilizes. DEEPWELL1 now orbits the sun at 0.8034 orbits per year. Timeline shall zoom out. 2108/5/13 Exactly 30 years since stabilization of condition. DEEPWELL1 initiates CRACK sequence. Sensors investigate surrounding area and evaluate condition of SCP-7798 and related items. 2108/6/13 SCP-7798 no longer present. SCP-7798-2 is 50 light years away, and is now siphoning information from planet Kepler-452b. Earth is reduced to asteroid belt. DEEPWELL1 was the only DEEPWELL facility to survive closest approach with SCP-7798-2. council.aic declares SCP-7798 neutralized. Celebration sequence is initiated; all capable drones play music. Afterwards, DEEPWELL network and council.aic awaits orders from the Foundation. 2156/8/19 Archives are accessed. Over the course of 4 months, copies are made of every file. 12 Terabytes. 2247/2/15 Systems begin to shut down due to deterioration. 2258/6/15 Power generation systems shut down due to deterioration. DEEPWELL1 enters hibernation. Remaining power: 15 years. 2273/6/15 Final moments before complete shut down. council.aic bids you farewell! DEEPWELL1 Bids you farewell! The SCP Foundation bids you fa Note, according to human time system ACO-7798-RELIC12 would have been discovered on "2322/8/7" ACO-77B8-PF: Item #: ACO-77B8-PF Location: U-1242, A-5, SC-7, Sys-24 Need-To-Know Basis - Moderate Importance Description: ACO-77B8-PF was a celestial planetary megafauna that has since perished. It measures 3.8 astronomical units and exhibits a gravitational pull value of 5.8. Superficially, it resembles a black hole. When it was alive, ACO-77B8-PF was a major hazard. The creature traveled beyond light speed, making its appearance rapid and disruptive if not tracked. In addition, it derived its nutrition through siphoning intelligent information. Evacuation efforts, as well as leaving enough junk information to satisfy it, was very costly. On Cycle 4118, Orbit 678, Division 766 ACO-77B8-PF was found dead after a period of stagnancy raised suspicion. Cause of death was found to be complete cessation of KGT Process, rendering ACO-77B8-PF to reveal its true form as a rocky planet. A glyph was etched onto the surface of ACO-77B8-PF when it was found dead. View etched glyph? -close Untranslatable, theorized to be a logo symbol. User ZAAFE19839, are you sure you want to delete this article from the database? -close Article deleted. Footnotes 1. Disputed 2. Translating measurement: 140 mph 3. Translating measurement: noospheric 4. Translating measurement: 428.28 "years" 5. These GOIs include but are not limited to: the Global Occult Coalition, the Horizon Initiative, MCD Ltd., the majority of Sarkic Cults, the Church of the Broken God, and the Chaos Insugency. 6. Translating measurement: 2178/4/5 |
SCP-7799 | esoteric-class | And we'll all float on. Alright already, we'll all float on Alright, don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy We'll all float on alright. ( Float On - Modest Mouse ) SCP-7799 - When I'm Gone and Afloat. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} "Listen, Honey, I just… I need to go to work, just the rest of this week, then I'll be back home, okay?" "No, nothing bad is going to happen! It's a security guard job, I'm not in danger silly!" "Don't think about that, you know how much that makes you sad…" "…I love you too, just… hand it over to daddy, okay? I love you, stop… mommy isn't going anywhere." "It's okay, it's okay… I'm doing this for you, alright? I've done everything for you." "I love you too, please calm down… talk to daddy, okay?" The sounds of a pen clicking filled the office, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the otherwise mundane atmosphere. Amidst the familiar office sounds, there was a distinct noise - a single pill rattling, followed by a dry gulp. Site Director Amelia sighed, her face contorting with annoyance as she tossed yet another empty bottle into the overflowing trash bin. Staring at her blank computer screen, Amelia's mind drifted away from the immediate tasks at hand. Thoughts of going home for the day consumed her; ever since the doctors had delivered the news, it had been a constant companion in her thoughts. The weight of her own mortality rested heavily on her shoulders. Yet, even in the face of such a daunting prognosis, she couldn't allow herself the luxury of quitting her job. Who would support her family if she gave up? As Amelia wrestled with her thoughts, her focus was abruptly interrupted by a soft blip from the corner of her screen. With an eyebrow raised, she quickly directed her attention to the notification. The sender's name caught her eye - one of the O5's, the ones on top of the corporate pyramid. Receiving a direct message from them was a rare occurrence, and it sent a shiver down her spine. What could they want? "To Amelia Clark, Recently, we have come across some findings that might align with your specialized field of research. I have attached the file for your review to provide some context. -O5-6" After a moment of hesitation, she hastily opened the attached .pdf. Item#: 7799 Level5 Containment Class: drygioni Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Until a complete reasoning for SCP-7799 is discovered, all further actions from the Department of Tactical Theology will continue per usual. All information relating to SCP-7799 must be kept secret from the Department of Tactical Theology and the Department of Applied Necromancy.1 To minimize the risk of accidental exposure, all communication channels, databases, and documents pertaining to SCP-7799 must be compartmentalized and accessible only through a secure, isolated network, known as Network Sigma-Omega ("VeilNet"). Access to VeilNet shall be limited to individuals with specific clearance granted by the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7799 is an ongoing phenomenon concerning the afterlife and afterlives. Despite evidence gathered from the Department of Tactical Theology, numerous SCP objects, and deceased individuals, no definitive form of afterlife has been confirmed. Deceased individuals report various afterlives, and several anomalies present inconsistent ideas and responses. Despite several religions describing other afterlives, none have been conclusively documented. Files pertaining to these afterlives can be found within Foundation archives, but exact sources are unclear. Examples of SCP-7799 manifestations include: Individuals rarely report the same form of afterlife. To date, more than 7,291,098 afterlives have been reported. No two individuals in the same afterlife have reported communication with another. The existence of contradicting SCP files relating to afterlives. Examples include SCP-2718 and SCP-7179. "Oh," Amelia mumbled softly, her heart sinking as she absorbed the contents of the file. She couldn't comprehend how to respond to this revelation. The clacking of her pen grew more intense, click, click, click. With a sudden snap, the pen's spring gave way, leaving Amelia muttering, "Just my luck." She tossed the remains of the broken pen into the overflowing bin, too tired to grab another. Her gaze remained fixed on the computer screen. No definitive form of afterlife has been confirmed. "That's it, isn't it?" she finally whispered, her voice barely audible in the solemn office. Just her fucking luck! Great, GREAT. It's been months since the diagnosis, and every inch of hope has been torn away from her. The thought of nothing makes her fists clench, her shoulders stiffen. Her eyes reddened, and she wiped away any tears threatening to escape her grasp. Amelia took a deep breath, trying to compose herself and regain some semblance of control over her emotions. This can't be, this can't be! She knew the end was soon, there was no chance she would get away, but this? This was the straw that broke the camels back. Amelia couldn't do anything but stare at those words. The words were burned into her screen, and into her eyes. No definitive afterlife. Nothing on the other side. Nothing. As if to interrupt the heavy stillness in the room, another blip from her computer snapped her back to the present moment. She hesitated for a second, finger lingering over the mouse. But she couldn't ignore it. With a single sigh, she wiped away any lingering tears and focused on the screen. Notice This file is outdated due to recent discoveries. To review the updated file, please click here. Footnotes 1. Drygioni: Item is currently under an official investigation for authenticity by the Overseer Council. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-8420 (+77) • SCP-7345 (+126) • SCP-6718 (+54) • SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-8790 (+52) • SCP-8380 (+78) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-6356 (+51) • SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-7640 (+44) • SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-7084 (+169) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-5796 (+101) • Tales/GoI Formats VILE (+38) • in her arms, (+35) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • Freefall (+26) • scatterbrained. (+49) • The Son You Love (+50) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Other Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • A timely death. (+19) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7799" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7799. Licensed under CC-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: jlyfis.png Name: Jellyfish at Osaka Author: Steffen Flor License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2018-08-24_Jellyfish_at_Osaka.jpg |
SCP-7799 | keter | And we'll all float on. Alright already, we'll all float on Alright, don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy We'll all float on alright. ( Float On - Modest Mouse ) SCP-7799 - When I'm Gone and Afloat. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} "Listen, Honey, I just… I need to go to work, just the rest of this week, then I'll be back home, okay?" "No, nothing bad is going to happen! It's a security guard job, I'm not in danger silly!" "Don't think about that, you know how much that makes you sad…" "…I love you too, just… hand it over to daddy, okay? I love you, stop… mommy isn't going anywhere." "It's okay, it's okay… I'm doing this for you, alright? I've done everything for you." "I love you too, please calm down… talk to daddy, okay?" The sounds of a pen clicking filled the office, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the otherwise mundane atmosphere. Amidst the familiar office sounds, there was a distinct noise - a single pill rattling, followed by a dry gulp. Site Director Amelia sighed, her face contorting with annoyance as she tossed yet another empty bottle into the overflowing trash bin. Staring at her blank computer screen, Amelia's mind drifted away from the immediate tasks at hand. Thoughts of going home for the day consumed her; ever since the doctors had delivered the news, it had been a constant companion in her thoughts. The weight of her own mortality rested heavily on her shoulders. Yet, even in the face of such a daunting prognosis, she couldn't allow herself the luxury of quitting her job. Who would support her family if she gave up? As Amelia wrestled with her thoughts, her focus was abruptly interrupted by a soft blip from the corner of her screen. With an eyebrow raised, she quickly directed her attention to the notification. The sender's name caught her eye - one of the O5's, the ones on top of the corporate pyramid. Receiving a direct message from them was a rare occurrence, and it sent a shiver down her spine. What could they want? "To Amelia Clark, Recently, we have come across some findings that might align with your specialized field of research. I have attached the file for your review to provide some context. -O5-6" After a moment of hesitation, she hastily opened the attached .pdf. Item#: 7799 Level5 Containment Class: drygioni Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Until a complete reasoning for SCP-7799 is discovered, all further actions from the Department of Tactical Theology will continue per usual. All information relating to SCP-7799 must be kept secret from the Department of Tactical Theology and the Department of Applied Necromancy.1 To minimize the risk of accidental exposure, all communication channels, databases, and documents pertaining to SCP-7799 must be compartmentalized and accessible only through a secure, isolated network, known as Network Sigma-Omega ("VeilNet"). Access to VeilNet shall be limited to individuals with specific clearance granted by the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7799 is an ongoing phenomenon concerning the afterlife and afterlives. Despite evidence gathered from the Department of Tactical Theology, numerous SCP objects, and deceased individuals, no definitive form of afterlife has been confirmed. Deceased individuals report various afterlives, and several anomalies present inconsistent ideas and responses. Despite several religions describing other afterlives, none have been conclusively documented. Files pertaining to these afterlives can be found within Foundation archives, but exact sources are unclear. Examples of SCP-7799 manifestations include: Individuals rarely report the same form of afterlife. To date, more than 7,291,098 afterlives have been reported. No two individuals in the same afterlife have reported communication with another. The existence of contradicting SCP files relating to afterlives. Examples include SCP-2718 and SCP-7179. "Oh," Amelia mumbled softly, her heart sinking as she absorbed the contents of the file. She couldn't comprehend how to respond to this revelation. The clacking of her pen grew more intense, click, click, click. With a sudden snap, the pen's spring gave way, leaving Amelia muttering, "Just my luck." She tossed the remains of the broken pen into the overflowing bin, too tired to grab another. Her gaze remained fixed on the computer screen. No definitive form of afterlife has been confirmed. "That's it, isn't it?" she finally whispered, her voice barely audible in the solemn office. Just her fucking luck! Great, GREAT. It's been months since the diagnosis, and every inch of hope has been torn away from her. The thought of nothing makes her fists clench, her shoulders stiffen. Her eyes reddened, and she wiped away any tears threatening to escape her grasp. Amelia took a deep breath, trying to compose herself and regain some semblance of control over her emotions. This can't be, this can't be! She knew the end was soon, there was no chance she would get away, but this? This was the straw that broke the camels back. Amelia couldn't do anything but stare at those words. The words were burned into her screen, and into her eyes. No definitive afterlife. Nothing on the other side. Nothing. As if to interrupt the heavy stillness in the room, another blip from her computer snapped her back to the present moment. She hesitated for a second, finger lingering over the mouse. But she couldn't ignore it. With a single sigh, she wiped away any lingering tears and focused on the screen. Notice This file is outdated due to recent discoveries. To review the updated file, please click here. Footnotes 1. Drygioni: Item is currently under an official investigation for authenticity by the Overseer Council. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-8420 (+77) • SCP-7345 (+126) • SCP-6718 (+54) • SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-8790 (+52) • SCP-8380 (+78) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-6356 (+51) • SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-7640 (+44) • SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-7084 (+169) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-5796 (+101) • Tales/GoI Formats VILE (+38) • in her arms, (+35) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • Freefall (+26) • scatterbrained. (+49) • The Son You Love (+50) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Other Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • A timely death. (+19) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7799" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7799. Licensed under CC-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: jlyfis.png Name: Jellyfish at Osaka Author: Steffen Flor License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2018-08-24_Jellyfish_at_Osaka.jpg |
SCP-7800 | archon | SCP-7800 Byㅤ Aftokrator Published on 01 Aug 2022 03:44 close Info X SCP-7800: "Samsara" What the hell is an MTF Tau-5? More by this author! by Aftokrator Item#: SCP-7800 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo 12th century Buddhist rock carving depicting SCP-7800. SCP-7800 is integral to the continued existence of humanity, and thus must not be contained. The Foundation currently does not possess the necessary infrastructure nor technology to directly interact with SCP-7800. As per O5-CR-2080-I, the Foundation may never fundamentally alter SCP-7800 in any capacity, with all significant metaphysical markers currently subject to L6-Infofragmentation Protocol. Any and all alterations run a significant risk of causing irreparable damage to the consciousness of all currently unborn human beings. Currently, efforts are primarily directed at alleviating the effects of SCP-7800 on baseline reality. AESRs1 are to be discreetly installed within all population centers that exceed 84,000 inhabitants. Containment procedures are expected to be updated with the development of more efficient AESR designs. Alleviation of SCP-7800's effects may be achieved via the following actions, which have been given AMIDA-Class priority accordingly. The attainment of human karmic equilibrium via the abatement of its adharmon density and/or augmentation of its dharmon density2 The maintenance of a background Akiva radiation value of at least 35 centiAkiva until the former can be sustainably achieved SUPPLEMENTARY MATERIALS: KARMON BRIEFING SUPPLEMENTARY MATERIALS: KARMON BRIEFING Excerpt from Metaphysics and You?, 2006 Edition (Foundation-issued study materials) In life, individuals perform actions that accumulate or reduce 'karma', depending on the underlying intention. This can be treated as a quantitative interpretation of the principle of cause-and-effect, for which karma may be quantified as a thaumic elementary particle dubbed the 'karmon'. The karmon particle exhibits a spin symmetry that has been understood to denote both good and bad karma, dubbed the 'dharmon' and 'adharmon' respectively. In any given vessel, the aggregation of dharmons and adharmons largely cancel each other out. The remainder of non-neutralized karmon particles are then considered to be the 'karmon count' of the vessel. While adharmons have been colloquially referred to as quantified sin, the two concepts are in fact separate, and it is encouraged that the proper terminology be used to discuss karmon metaphysics. Statistically significant karmon counts are known to have observable influences on local baseline reality. These influences are known to affect: Probabilistic events (i.e. dice rolls, happenstances, meteorological events, etc.) Akiva radiation (noticeable increments under high dharmon density, converse for high adharmon density) Elan-Vital Energy (most notably spectral changes in EVE emission) Mental properties (i.e. CRV, possible changes in psyche, etc.) An individual's karmon count is cumulative, and is carried over their successive lives under the karmic cycle, influencing the circumstances one may be born into. Dharmon-dense individuals, on average, possess better traits, talents, and are generally of a higher station in life. Conversely, adharmon-dense individuals are typically circumstantially disadvantaged. The extent to which this influences rebirth conditions remains a subject of heavy debate. Due to its entrenchment in baseline reality, it is extremely difficult to create a baseline metric to evaluate the effects of any given karmon count. Experiments involving synthetic homunculi communities with net zero karmon counts have provided an imperfect analogue; the equivalent of a human being with a net zero karmon count is consistently healthier, emits higher Akiva radiation, and is generally happier than the established global average. SCP-7800 refers to the process in which human beings undergo rebirth after their deaths, alternatively known as the human karmic cycle. Karmon counts do not change during rebirth, redeath, nor the liminal state,3 only fluctuating with the generation and annihilation of karmon particles over the course of a vessel's life. While karmic cycles theoretically exist for all living beings, they have only been identified within sapient species. Studies conducted on karmic cycles within SCP-1000, Fae, Merfolk, and other anomalous populations show strong similarities to each other, with otherwise superficial differences. The karmon count of non-sapient organisms is negligibly minute, complicating studies on their karmic cycles. SCP-7800's anomalous property lies in the ability of a karmon count to undergo fission as a response to an excess of suitable vessels. The exact process behind this so-called karmic fission remains poorly understood, as it has not been observed in non-human karmic cycles thus far. During karmic fission, dharmon density is observed to be divided equally between the resultant karmon counts, whereas adharmon density is duplicated before division. As a result, both karmon counts have half the dharmon density, but the same adharmon density as the preceding karmon count. Several religious sects and occult research organizations are known to have been aware of the concept karmic fission in some capacity since at least the early 19th century, during which the human population first exceeded 1 billion individuals. Excerpt from a letter addressed to select members of the Theosophical Society from a Sophie F. Carey, c. 1882 […] Arthur's return from his Tibetan expedition has yielded many insights into the nature of life and death. The terminology in use by the lamas may differ from other studied religious schools, but they are, without a doubt, no lesser. I have catalogued his findings in his stead, as he still requires rest. You may pore over them at your own leisure. Furthermore, I feel it is pertinent to discuss one of Arthur's encounters in a gompa hidden in one of the Himalayan valleys. Arthur recounted a conversation with an alleged tertön, a keeper of secret knowledge. This particular fellow had fled deep into the hinterlands in fear of persecution; you see, it does not do to be labelled as a deceiver for one's own knowledge of the truth, even if the truth may be sacrilegious. The tertön spoke of great changes, those on a scale that precede paradigm shifts. In his own words, "the wheel of rebirth is under immense strain". He has been convinced by the tertön that a great calamity is to occur. In my curiosity, I took the liberty of interpreting his words and writings, and I must confess they have given way to troubled thoughts. Could the number of human vessels ever grow to be greater than the number of souls for which they house? Logic would dictate the essence would divide itself to compensate for the surplus, but does that make modern man lesser than his forefathers? I do not dare to dwell on the implications of this, nor that if the essence does not divide. While his fever is under control, his ramblings remain of particular concern. Sometimes he mutters sentences with most frightening nature and clarity. "There are too many humans." I continue to pray for his expedited recovery. […] A depiction of SCP-7800 as a Bhavacakra in Tibetan Buddhism. Karmons were first detected by HMFSCP4 and ASCI5 personnel during the 7th Occult War. Initially misidentified as thaumaturgic backlash in the European theatre of the Occult War, mage divisions were deployed to otherwise mundane locations under the impression that a thaumaturgic battle was taking place. These errors were later reported as "abnormal Akivic flux", or AAF in contemporary field reports, particularly due to the absence of notable divine phenomena in most cases. Improvements in paratech by the second half of the Occult War eventually led to the postulation of karmon particles during AAF events. The events preceding the end of the Occult War on both sides of the Veil were extensively analyzed, and contributed to the study and understanding of the two karmon particle types. The "Karmon Problem" was introduced in a 1985 paper by Foundation researcher Dr. Cenn T. Moncavage, who had headed research into the mechanics behind karmon generation and neutralization. Drawing from a decade-long study on infant karmon counts, karmon fission had been consistently observed with increasing frequency. Dr. Moncavage predicted that the unequal division of adharmon density coupled with rapid population growth would eventually result in a possible K-Class Scenario. Their paper provided multiple projections for such a possibility, including an increase in frequency of natural disasters, higher probabilities of cosmic extinction events, and an array of thaumaturgic catastrophes. Dr. Moncavage's views were labelled as Neo-Malthusian, and were largely ignored due to a notable lack of evidence supporting their claim. The consensus among experts in the metaphysical field was that the threshold for the Karmon Problem simply had not been reached, and most likely never would according to increasingly accurate population projections and predictions of decreasing birth rates. SCP-7800 was hence classified as Ticonderoga, and relegated to lower priority research. Addendum 7800.I Progressive Attenuation of Background Akiva Since 1957, average background Akiva radiation had begun to decline from 37.4 centiAkiva at an annual rate of about 0.2% in spite of Foundation countermeasures, such as reductions in religious GoI suppression and the promotion of spirituality and mundane religious institutions outside the Veil. No primary underlying cause has been determined for this trend, as the effects of SCP-7800 and global adharmon density on background Akiva were estimated to be at least 2 orders of magnitude smaller than the attenuation rate of background Akiva. The consequences of Akiva attenuation have been widespread, resulting in the following. Decreasing effectiveness and/or efficiency of belief-based, spiritual, and theological containment procedures. Nullification of lesser theovatic techniques and the abilities of low-level prophets. Nullification of lesser theological rituals and techniques. Increase in the frequency of Tartarean Entity Manifestation events. Notable decline in the religiosity of the global population (-0.19 per year on the Spitz-Brennan Scale). A noticeable increase in the frequency of non-theological events aligning with predictions in the Karmon Problem has also been observed, prompting research personnel to re-evaluate the established thaumic characteristics of karmon particles and the Karmon Problem. A/V TRANSCRIPT MTP-CO-23/10 Date: 09/07/2010 Attendees: Dir. Imogen E. Devereux - Director of the Department of Tactical Theology Dr. Coriander V. Gomez - Head of the Applied Metaphysics Division Dr. Alastair F. T. Orion - Head of Research, SCP-7800 Dr. Cenn. T. Moncavage - Level 4 Researcher in the Dept. of Thaumatology, author of the Karmon Problem ~9 other executive personnel of the Dept. of Tactical Theology and the Applied Metaphysics Division <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Moncavage: —and now you lot decide to believe me? Dr. Gomez: Dr. Moncavage, we specifically requested your presence to assist in dealing with the issue at hand, you can leave the 'I told you so's on the appendix after we have this meeting settled. Dr. Moncavage: Fine. <grumbles audibly> Dr. Gomez: Moving on to the topic at hand, we posit that the thaumic influences of karmon particles — particularly Akiva radiation — have been grossly miscalculated. Consequently, we may attribute the ongoing attenuation of background Akiva radiation to global adharmon density, which is currently about 18 times the global dharmon density. Dr. Moncavage: What? No, that's— Why did no one tell me we exceeded a 1:5 ratio? Dr. Orion: Clearance level was moved to Level 5 after you got dropped from the research team. Dr. Moncavage: Wonderful. How many centiAkiva are we on now? Dir. Devereux: Little over 33.4 centiAkiva. Not great, but not as bad as it could be. Dr. Moncavage: Hm. I've revised the Karmon Problem since you kicked me out, but this still doesn't fit with my newer models. We should've been seeing much lower background Akiva by now. There's something else at play here. Dr. Gomez: We've dismissed most other explanations for background Akiva attenuation. All Akiva absorbent anomalies have been accounted for, and as far as we're aware, the attenuation is restricted to the Earth's atmosp— Dr. Moncavage: Yes, yes, we all know about Agent Gagarin. I don't like this. Are you sure this isn't the result of some Iscariot Event? Dir. Devereux: Not unless this is the slowest and longest-lasting one. It's gotten harder to keep tabs on significant theological entities, but we're certain none are in a state of cessation. Well, none that haven't already been accounted for. Dr. Moncavage: Hmm. <frowns> How many of these significant theological entities do you have on record? Dir. Devereux: That information is beyond the clearance you and most of the people in this room have. Dr. Moncavage: Right, right. But can you tell me how that number has changed over time? How many gods did you lot kill? Dir. Devereux: We don't kill significant theological entities, they're too entrenched in baseline reality, that's why they're signifi— Oh. <Dir. Devereux pulls out her phone and begins typing.> Dr. Gomez: What? What do you mean, 'oh'? Dr. Moncavage: Gods are, as we all know, Akiva sources of immeasurable scale, an inferno of divinity comparable to the Sun. Now, Iscariot Events refer to the death of a god. A flame extinguished. The heat is gone, almost immediately. What happens when you slowly get further from the fire instead? Dr. Orion: The frog boils. Dr. Moncavage: Exactly. We're already stewing away in the Karmon Problem. <END TRANSCRIPT> Addendum 7800.II Correspondence with Theological Entities In an attempt to glean further information on possible theological influences on background Akiva levels, the Department of Tactical Theology authorized multiple correspondences with numerous known cooperative theological entities. Theological Entity Classification: DTE-L3T5-C Associated Religious Group: Disciples of the Solar Herald Status of Contact Ritual: Success Outcome of Correspondence: Divining oracle unable to establish coherent communications with theological entity. Correspondence terminated by divining oracle shortly after. Theological Entity Classification: DTE-A7G7-C Associated Religious Group: Voru-Tuut Creed Status of Contact Ritual: Success Outcome of Correspondence: No response from theological entity. Currently considered to have forsaken humanity. Theological Entity Classification: DTE-R3X0-C Associated Religious Group: The Universalist Order of the Æsir Status of Contact Ritual: Success Outcome of Correspondence: When inquired about the ongoing attenuation of background Akiva, several voices were heard debating heatedly in the background before the contacted theological entity bade the divining oracle good luck. Correspondence ended immediately after. DTE-R3X0-C, along with its associated theological entities, have since been unreachable and are currently considered to have forsaken humanity. A/V TRANSCRIPT DTT-DC-CTE-06/10 Date: 06/09/2010 Attendees: Dir. Imogen E. Devereux - Director of the Department of Tactical Theology Sbl. Carmen Mathel - Chief Oracle of the Department of Tactical Theology Dr. Alastair F. T. Orion - Head of Research, SCP-7800 Dr. Cenn. T. Moncavage - Chief Advisor, SCP-7800 ~6 other executive personnel of the Dept. of Tactical Theology <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Orion: I thought there would be more attendees. Sbl. Mathel: We had a major Tartarean Manifestation Event hit New Zealand two days ago, between that and a few other high-profile incidents, the Department has had a hectic few weeks since we last convened. Dir. Devereux: Moving on to the results of our correspondences, we can conclude that a significant portion of cooperative theological entities have forsaken humanity. Those that are still around aren't of much help either. Dr. Moncavage: I figured as much. What does this normally entail, in terms of impact on background Akiva? Dir. Devereux: There's always some degree of residual Akiva remaining after the disappearance of a theological entity, be it from its cessation or its forsaking of humanity, but it dissipates over time. We may very well be operating on fumes now. Dr. Orion: Pardon, but don't theological entities intrinsically require a source of belief to sustain them? How is forsaking their primary energy source an option for them? Sbl. Mathel: We're not sure, but from what I've seen and heard, they aren't too worried about it. Honestly, I'm more concerned about the state of their adherents. I literally had the patron deities of at least 4 countries wishing me good luck before hanging up. Dr. Orion: Speaking of energy sources, I'd like to present the schematics for a working prototype of an Akiva generator. Dr. Gomez and I managed to put this together last week. You should find them on your devices— <Dr. Orion types out a few lines of code on his laptop.> Dr. Orion: —now. Sbl. Mathel: Huh. I'd always thought our Department would figure out artificial Akiva generation first. Dr. Moncavage: Say, where is Dr. Gomez? Dr. Orion: They're tied up in a pet project in Britain to explore alternative methods of belief generation right now. Now, I won't claim that these AESRs will be able to supplant our Akiva deficit overnight, what with them operating on the scale of tens of microAkiva, but things are looking promising. Dir. Devereux: That's good to hear. We're still working through the list of cooperative theological entities to contact. Hopefully we'll come across one willing to actually cooperate with us on this. Sbl. Mathel: Assuming there are any left. <END TRANSCRIPT> Subsequent attempts at correspondence with theological entities universally failed to provide an explanation for the ongoing mass Persephone Event,6 either due to the failure of the contact ritual or the reluctance of the contacted theological entities to provide further insights. At this point in time, almost all sleeper agents implanted in numerous parareligious and occult organizations had reported some form of internal unrest over the perceived forsaking by their respective patron theological entities. Council sessions of the Council of 108 in the Global Occult Coalition were noted to be a significant outlet for religious tensions, with accusations of deicide frequently thrown out by member groups. An estimated 88% of all known theological entities are presumed to have forsaken humanity. Addendum 7800.III Internal Theological Developments Numerous Persephone Events have also taken place within other theological entities within Foundation custody, resulting in multiple containment breaches and rapid Akiva flux in most cases. Below is a brief summary of the most significant of these events in chronological order. Date BAR7 Value Theological Entity Involved Events 06/01/2011 33.0 (-0.3) SCP-4960, the manifestation of a Bronze Age fertility goddess. It is sustained by acts of worship as defined by Procedure 166-Anahita. SCP-4960 disappears from its suite at Site-17. Widespread reports of 'heartbreak' amongst the heterosexual male and homosexual female population are suppressed to prevent a Broken Masquerade Scenario. Foundation operations temporarily hindered as a result. 16/04/2011 32.9 (-0.1) Unknown. Presumed to be an undiscovered theological entity. Spike in anomalous seismic activity detected throughout mainland Australia. The origin of seismic activity was triangulated to within the Wollemi National Park in New South Wales, Australia, where on-site listening stations detected vibrations consistent with that of a large animal burrowing into the ground. 01/08/2011 32.7 (-0.2) SCP-2845, an extraterrestrial quadrupedal entity possessing the ability to transmute matter into various states of hydrogen, helium, and ammonia. Not designated as a theological entity, but has been observed to cause measurable Akivic flux during direct observation. SCP-2845 breaches containment despite the successful completion of the ongoing containment cycle. Once outside of its containment chamber, it sublimates into an unidentified mixture of gases. The last known sighting of SCP-2845 was reported by Site-♄-08, where its upper body was seen in orbit around Iapetus, presumably undergoing a reconstitution of its physical form. Its current location is unknown. 03/09/2011 32.4 (-0.3) SCP-3000, allegedly a large aquatic serpent of unconfirmed length. The validity of the existence of this theological entity is under scrutiny. Foundation technicians discover the existence of an SCP-3000 within the SCiPnet database and in physical documents scattered across Foundation Sites. While providing a convincing argument for the origin of free-floating Y-909 deposits in the Indian Ocean, no conclusive evidence has been found to suggest that it actually exists. 29/11/2011 32.4 (0.0) SCP-6542, a large marble vat of sheep milk. A human shadow becomes visible inside the vat at random intervals, inducing dread in observers of any Christian faith. Failure to maintain containment procedures leads to RAPTURE events, in which large amounts of milk are expelled from the vat. A column of milk erupts from SCP-6542 despite the absence of cheese that normally indicates a RAPTURE event, leaving behind an otherwise empty mundane marble vat. The column penetrates the ceiling of the Marzec Church, where it is observed travelling at supersonic speeds towards the North Pole without significant mass loss. Visual contact lost due to poor weather conditions over the North Sea. 29/11/2011 31.1 (-1.3) SCP-5998, the frozen corpse of an unidentified humanoid located near the North Pole. Religious personnel attempting to approach it universally experience intense feelings of guilt, sorrow, and anger. Disturbance of the corpses results in the brief manifestation of Type-I Empyrean entities that become hostile to any personnel on sight. Milk column is sighted by personnel at Outpost-5998 in the North Pole. It coalesces into a humanoid form before slowly approaching SCP-5998. It places an arm onto the right shoulder of SCP-5998. All Type-I Empyrean entities manifesting during this incident appear to cower before the humanoid mass of milk. Personnel report hearing a faint exchange of words before SCP-5998 lifts its head. All entities promptly vanish after 12 seconds. SCP-5998 and SCP-6542 have been redesignated as Neutralized. On December 31st, 2011, SCP-343 spontaneously materialized in the office of Dr. Orion, materializing a recorder and requesting a conversation with them. Dr. Orion agreed to its request after notifying Site-19 authorities of SCP-343's breach. Attached below is a transcript of the ensuing exchange. A/V TRANSCRIPT DTT-REC-PRI-00/31/11 Date: 31/12/2011 Attendees: Dr. Alastair F. T. Orion - Head of Research, SCP-7800 SCP-343 <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Orion: To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, uh, SCP-343? SCP-343: Oh, just thought I would stop by. I understand you've been a bit stressed over the situation with the other gods. What better way to lift your spirits than a visit from a God with a capital G? <SCP-343 manifests a rocking chair in front of Dr. Orion's desk and sits in it.> Dr. Orion: I— <pinches the bridge of his nose> I'm not sure if— SCP-343: It's quite alright. You can talk to me about anything you like. Say, have you perhaps heard of that thing down in E— Dr. Orion: SCP-343. Can you tell me what exactly is going on with the gods? SCP-343: Ah. I was afraid you'd ask that. Well, Alastair, some things are meant for the eyes and ears of gods and gods alone. Dr. Orion: Right, well. Whatever it is, it's going to lead to the end of the world unless we figure out why the gods are leaving, and whether it's even remotely possible to get them to come back. SCP-343: <smiles> Oh cheer up, it's not that bad. Dr. Orion: 'Not that bad'?! We're seeing more TMEs now than in the last 20 years, some of our most reliable containment procedures have become obsolete, pretty much every other god in the Foundation has got up and left, there's a religious crisis just waiting to happen among the parareligious community and I've got Overseers breathing down my neck and chasing me for solutions, it is not 'not that bad'! <Dr. Orion breathes heavily. SCP-343's grin transforms into a stare. Dr. Orion gulps.> Dr. Orion: Now, if you're here to patronize me, I kindly ask that you please leave. SCP-343: No, no, young Alastair, it was not my intention to make light of your problems. I suppose I could tell you a little about what the gods are up to. <SCP-343 sits up straight in his rocking chair.> SCP-343: You see, Alastair, the sum of things within the reach of a god is almost infinitely greater than that of a human. Humanity encompasses but a fraction of this expanse. We've had a jolly good time here, don't get me wrong, but there comes a time when you have to move on to greater things. Dr. Orion: So the gods are abandoning us? Is that what this is? Kicking us down on the way out? SCP-343: Oh, Alastair. If we had desired to eliminate humanity, do you think we would still be talking here? <Silence on recording for 5 seconds. Beads of sweat are visible on Dr. Orion's forehead.> SCP-343: Plus, it's not entirely right to call it that way. You're the head researcher for SCP-7800, no? Would you say all that 'adharmon' is the fault of the gods? Is it right to blame human sin on a god? Dr. Orion: I— No? I don— SCP-343: So this situation isn't the fault nor responsibility of the gods. There you have it. Dr. Orion: But why now? I'm aware of the longevity of the gods, but, is it really necessary to leave humanity right now? SCP-343: Well, if not now, when? Their departure was a long time coming, really. Divine intervention was so common back in the day, and now? Hardly a peep unless someone comes knocking. Speaking of departures, I'm afraid I must be off. Your colleagues must be worried sick about my absence from my quarters. <SCP-343 lifts itself out of its chair.> Dr. Orion: W-ait. Without the gods, how… how do we stop humanity from falling into the dark? SCP-343: You're all already doing a wonderful job. Don't you worry about a thing. See you around, young Alastair. <SCP-343 pats Dr. Orion on the back before vanishing.> Dr. Orion: Wha— <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Tests conducted on Dr. Orion after this interaction showed that their karmon count had decreased to negligible levels via unknown means, although it is suspected that SCP-343 was responsible for it. SCP-343 did not reappear in his cell at Site-19, nor anywhere else following this exchange. It is currently assumed that SCP-343 has forsaken humanity. Despite the widespread deployment of first-generation AESRs, little effect was observed on the attenuation of Akiva radiation. While more advanced designs existed for Akiva generators and AESRs, none would be available for practical application on a large scale for the next 3 years. As a result, a proposal was drafted and submitted to the O5 Council, titled Operation PANTHEON. Primarily divided into two distinct phases, Project Galahad and Project Roundtable, the proposal would serve as an extremely powerful Akiva generator that was, as opposed to thaumo-electric AESRs, would be effectively self-perpetuating. The first phase, Project Galahad, would see a suitable individual being apotheosized to serve as a medium for Akiva generation by way of a religion engineered around the aforementioned apotheosized individual. This engineered religion would then be spread via post-hypnotic suggestion and psychoengineering of the entire human population. In the event of a successful implementation of Project Galahad, more individuals would be apotheosized and integrated into the engineered religion as per Project Roundtable to ensure a stable and sufficiently high value of background Akiva radiation. A/O TRANSCRIPT SEC-AE-00/12 Date: 01/01/2012 Location: Office of Dr. Orion <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Moncavage: Huh, you weren't kidding, I can definitely feel the residual Akiva in here. Dr. Orion: Yeah, it's— it's really something. Dr. Moncavage: So what did you want to discuss? Dr. Orion: You've read through the documents for Operation PANTHEON, right? Dr. Moncavage: I have. It's so radically unorthodox but given everything that's happened already I didn't even bat an eye. Dr. Orion: <chuckles> Right, well, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm going to be the one they apotheosize. Probably. Dr. Moncavage: What? On what grounds? I don't mean to sound insulting but why would they allow a project head to be the subject of such an operation? Dr. Orion: You— you haven't read my personnel file? I thought you had the clearance? Dr. Moncavage: I don't snoop on people, Dr. Orion. Dr. Orion: SCP-343 might've reset my karmon count. Dr. Moncavage: Wait, he can do that? Dr. Orion: I don't know? It patted me on the back so maybe it— nevermind. Point is, I now meet the criteria for a specific kind of apotheosis ritual. I'm not sure if this was something it planned out for us but— Dr. Moncavage: Well, congratulations. You're being promoted to a god. Dr. Orion: It's funny. Do you know why I'm the project head for SCP-7800? Dr. Moncavage: Decades of hard work and a successful track record clean of academic faux pas? Dr. Orion: Uh, no. I haven't even been here for more than a decade. I just happened to be the first one in a long line of personnel that hadn't left the original SCP-7800 research project. You know as well as I do that 'relegation to low priority' is a death sentence in a field as competitive as ours. Everyone else decided to apply for other projects instead of stagnating here. You didn't receive updates on our research just because you didn't have the clearance. There was, quite literally, nothing to report. Dr. Moncavage: That is, until the gods started leaving. Dr. Orion: Precisely. We all used to think the anomaly was nothing more than an unexplainable quirk of the universe. Time and effort was wasted on giving other people oversight and responsibility over SCP-7800 instead of trying to really understand it. <sighs> And that's how instead of people like you, who've built their entire career on metaphysics, you have a guy with one PhD in charge of this whole thing. Dr. Orion: Being in the right place at the right time… Makes a world of difference. That being said, me being a god would probably interfere with my ability to lead the SCP-7800 research project. I've put in a request to have you as my replacement. I don't think I've met anyone who's remained as spirited as you in karmon research. Dr. Moncavage: Well, I— Thank you. Dr. Orion: Don't thank me yet, this whole thing is contingent on me keeping my karmon count as low as possible. If I so much as step on an ant— Dr. Moncavage: Of course. But if you do end up going through with Project Galahad… do I get your office? Dr. Orion: No. <END TRANSCRIPT> Addendum 7800.IV Commencement of Project Galahad Due to Dr. Orion's suitability for the [REDACTED] Process, an apotheotic ritual, a lack of other suitable candidates, and their willingness to volunteer as the primary subject of Project Galahad, they have been permitted to proceed as such by a 8-2-2 vote8 by the O5 Council. Attached is an outline of the procedures involved in the apotheotic ritual, as well as the materials required. RITUAL MANIFESTO — PROJECT GALAHAD RITUAL MANIFESTO — PROJECT GALAHAD [INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] A/V TRANSCRIPT DTT-EP-APT-00/12 Date: 20/03/2012 Attendees: Dir. Imogen E. Devereux - Director of the Department of Tactical Theology Dr. Coriander V. Gomez - Head of the Applied Metaphysics Division Dr. Cenn. T. Moncavage - Head of Research, SCP-7800 ~10 other executive personnel of the Department of Tactical Theology, the Department of Thaumaturgy, and the Applied Metaphysics Division. Subject: Dr. Alastair F. T. Orion <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Gomez: —ystems online. Procedure iteration number one. Recording is live. Subject status? Dr. Orion: All systems are go. Dr. Gomez: Beginning the procedure in 5… <A humming sound is audible.> Dr. Gomez: 4… 3… <Humming becomes louder, and is now accompanied by whirring and grinding noises.> Dr. Gomez: 2… 1… <The cawing of crows is audible. Trumpets reach crescendo. Dr. Orion is heard screaming.> <All sounds abruptly cease, save for the humming. Dr. Orion slumps forward in his chamber.> Dr. Gomez: Ritual completed. Cessation of life signs confirmed. Stand by for diagnostic output. <A soft light emanates from an unidentified source within the chamber.> I… I'm there… A forest… It's winter and the sun is setting and I… I can see the stars. There's… there's a clearing here. A deer is speaking to… me? No. It speaks beyond me. It speaks through the crisp wind weaving through the trees. It speaks through the fading of the golden light. It speaks through the silence of the slumber eternal in the beasts of the land. It is Winter. I understand now. Life is change. Death is change. Change is eternal. Eternity is a circle. We are circles within circles within circles. Circles within circles. This has happened before. Before the Rivers two ran dry. Before It sunk below the Seas. Before Man had Name. Before They were Gods. The Stirring of the Serpent. The Culling of the Nine Suns. The Passing of the Three Thousand Worlds. The Deluge of Forty Days and Nights. This will happen again. Tribulation will come in many a number and form. So it will be for an eon. The call to defy Entropy will be heeded. Their struggles are known. Their mistakes are avowed. Their victory is venerated. And so their spoils are shared. A jubilee to last millennia. An eon to bask in the glorious Sun. Alas, the cycle cannot end. Ascension awaits Them. <The light sputters out.> SYSTEM: WARNING. LOCAL AKIVA AND HUME FLUX HAVE EXCEEDED RITUAL LIMITS. FAILSAFE DELTA INITIATED. <Dr. Orion jolts awake in his chamber. Alarms are heard ringing.> Dr. Gomez: Ritual failed. Preparing to power down sys— Dr. Orion: N-no! There was more! There is more that needs to be said! You all saw. Dr. Moncavage: We can't let you go under like that again right now. You won't last without a refractory perio— Dr. Orion: We don't have enough time for that! Just— please. Dir. Devereux: You won't be able to come back from this if it fails again. Dr. Orion: I know. It will be fine. <For a few seconds, only the low hum of the chamber is audible.> Dr. Gomez: Restarting systems. Disregarding Failsafe Delta per subject request. Commencing procedure iteration number 2. <The sounds of the ritual increase in volume as Dr. Gomez repeats the 5 second countdown.> Dr. Orion: All systems g— <Dr. Orion arches backwards with immense force, restrained by braces in the chamber. Golden light emanates from their eyes and mouth.> It speaks through the brisk wind rustling through the tall grass. It speaks through the flowering of a myriad colors. It speaks through the chirping of birdsong most silver. It speaks… to Me. It is Spring. Humanity no longer needs the blessings of the Gods. We used to save you from the dark. Now your torches light the way. We see your footprints in the sand. We see the shape of Our own within them. You have come so far. You built wonders of stone and clay, of song and text, of knowledge mundane and fantastic. You sang to the Stars and danced with the Moon. You learned to speak to the Cosmos and flowered miracles out of it. You are become Sovereign, the way We once were Sovereign of you. You have surpassed what We were in Our Dawn. You reject this unjust cycle imposed on You. You scorn the villainous among You, gradually but assuredly. You are children, learning and growing from Your wounds. You hold the keys to a Sky far beyond Your sight. You only need find the right door. The Journey is arduous. This is undeniable. The Path is rife with Tribulation. This is certain. You may falter. This is natural. You may lose your Way. This is expected. But You will never forget. It is woven into the Soul forevermore. So it has been long before your creed was written. So it will be long after its memory fades away. We can no longer hold Your hand. Not when You have begun to fly. We regret that We cannot guide You any further. But know that We are proud of You. And in time. We will meet in a place beyond Samsara. <A burst of blinding light escapes from the chamber, stunning observers and overloading certain equipment. All systems power down. Dr. Orion's body is no longer within the chamber.> <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Despite Akiva measurements indicating a successful apotheosis during the second iteration, Dr. Orion failed to manifest as directed in the Project Galahad ritual procedures. Dr. Orion is understood to have forsaken humanity. Addendum 7800.V Post-theistic Developments As of 20/03/2012, there exist no more theological entities that are actively interacting with humanity. As such, all remaining background Akiva radiation is residual by nature, and will continue to decrease over time. Operation PANTHEON was discontinued following the apotheosis of Dr. Orion and their subsequent Persephone Event. Fortunately, the Foundation has successfully implemented countermeasures to compensate for the attenuation of Akiva radiation. A blueprint was discovered in the office of Dr. Orion shortly after their apotheosis, containing schematics for an AESR unit of high efficiency, operating on a scale of milliAkiva. The blueprint itself registered an Akiva reading of 126 centiAkiva, although this value has steadily declined since. This more advanced model has since become widespread within Foundation Sites and general population centers as directed by the SCP-7800 containment procedures, maintained by the Department of Akivics, formerly the Department of Tactical Theology. Multiple Tartarean Manifestation Events across the eastern United States took place simultaneously on May 12th, 2013. Foundation and GOC response forces were able to prevent Tartarean incursions into major population centers, but were spread too thin to cover all affected areas. In an unforeseen development, suppression efforts were joined and supported by numerous local anomalous communities, Groups of Interest, and in unconfirmed reports, members of the Broken Church and Nälkä practitioners. Swarm of Tartarean entities in Portland, Pennsylvania. As a result, a Broken Masquerade Scenario was successfully averted, as was the destruction of population centers and Nexuses along the Eastern Seaboard and a far lower casualty count than expected. Reports of Tartarean entity sightings by mundane media outlets were later denounced as exaggerations of the ongoing cicada emergence event. Reports of vigilante TME suppression operations by other anomalous communities would become commonplace in the following months. An official joint task force between the Foundation, the GOC, and multiple parareligious organizations, both independent and members of the Council of 108, was later formed in late 2014 to deal with severe Tartarean Manifestation Events, formalizing months of unofficial cooperation between members during suppression operations. Hailed as an unprecedented phenomenon — and in some circles an 'unholy alliance' — of sub-Veil interorganizational cooperation, DANTE9 Division deployments have successfully suppressed all major TMEs since its inception. A proposal submitted by Dr. Moncavage, current Head Researcher of SCP-7800, suggests that the Foundation not only help expedite a post-theistic society, but additionally initiate a Lifted Veil Scenario. Dr. Moncavage argues that the benefits derived from a carefully controlled introduction of humanity to benign anomalous objects that can improve the living conditions and health of the general human population would directly result in the generation of a dharmon field of sufficient density to alleviate the adverse effects of SCP-7800 significantly. As previous altercations with Groups of Interest had been confirmed to have generated considerable adharmon densities, additional provisions in the proposal call for the Foundation to formally cooperate with these Groups as much as possible to minimize the risk of conflict of interest during the Lifted Veil Scenario on a foundation of mutual respect, trust, and unity. This proposal has been passed by the O5 Council by a vote of 7-6-0, with the GOC tentatively agreeing to negotiate Lifted Veil Scenario protocols. The implementation of the proposal is, at time of writing, well underway. GOC GENERAL ASSEMBLY PLENARY MEETING EXCERPT TRANSCRIPT — SESSION LXXI Date: 01/01/2016 Attendees: Global Occult Coalition High Command Representatives of the SCP Foundation All members of the Council of 108 DANTE-affiliated parareligious groups ~84 representatives of observer organizations and entities <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Moncavage: I, too, mourn the loss of our gods. It is an unimaginable thing to know that the gods — every single one — had left us. For most of us, this was a revelation most upsetting, but the end of the world never came. Four years on, we remain, unyielding in the face of incursions by opportunistic entities, Tartarean or otherwise. Dr. Moncavage: The rationale of a god is very rarely something we can understand, but what we know for sure is that the gods did not abandon us. The Orion Proclamation is something we are all very much familiar with. The gods saw something in us a long time ago, amidst the light flickering in our caves — a spark within us. I cannot speak with absolute certainty, but I know in my heart that the eons past were those of nurture. Now, our torches light the path. Dr. Moncavage: The gods used to save us from the dark, and now we must take on this mantle. A mantle that will only become heavier with the weight of the entirety of humanity on our back. I am keenly aware of the propositions put forth to address this. To synthesize an Atlas to carry this world on their back. Dr. Moncavage: It is an appealing course of action. We have chosen to resolve many an issue by redirecting the burden to another many times in our past, and yet some of these issues still plague us to this day. This is not what the gods saw in us. Dr. Moncavage: The spark they saw is the reason we are all here today. Civilization was founded on the basis of cooperation and collaboration. Our desire to help those in need predate written word. This is the spark that prevented the end of the world. Dr. Moncavage: We will not, must not slip into the dark over arbitrary divisions and selfish decisions. We must lift this mantle together, or not at all. We must light our path, not only for ourselves, but for those who cannot. Dr. Moncavage: We will move forward. Together. And at the end of this path, we may yet bear witness to a Sky far beyond our sight. <END TRANSCRIPT> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7800" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7800. Licensed under CC-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: wheel.jpg Name: Buddhist Wheel of Life Author: Laurent Bélanger License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: bhavacakra.jpg Name: Bhavacakra Author: Mistvan License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: swarm.jpg Name: Etosha_sunset Author: Lisa J G/Lisa Gray License: CC BY 2.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Akiva-Emissive Sacramental Reactor 2. Refer to attached supplementary materials. 3. Defined as the transitional phase between death and rebirth. Studies on the liminal state are inconclusive due to the prevalence of reported Terminal-class afterlives. 4. His Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal 5. American Secure Containment Initiative 6. Occurs when a theological entity forsakes humanity, either temporarily or permanently. 7. Background Akiva Radiation. Denoted in centiAkiva units. 8. O5-██ is currently believed to have forsaken humanity. 9. Daemonic Abatement and Neutralization of Tartarean Entities |
SCP-7801 | esoteric-class | SCP-7801 Byㅤ AriadnesThread Published on 14 Apr 2023 16:51 [[iftags +component]] This is a component that animates the ACS header upon loading. How to use: Put this in anywhere in the article: [[include :scp-wiki:component:acs-animation]] And you're done! Example: SCP-5935 Note: - Two variables, --timeScale and --timeDelay, control the timings of the animation. For example: [[module CSS]] :root { --timeScale: 2; --timeDelay: 0.5s; } [[/module]] --timeScale slows down the entire animation by a factor of 2, and --timeDelay delays the starting point of the animation by half a second. Default values are 1 and 0s, respectively. To change the default values, put the above after the [[include]]. --timeDelay is recommended if the ACS isn't the first content element, or you're using it in conjunction with other animation modules (a la Fade In.) - Likely incompatible with other types of ACS headers*. *To use with PeppersGhost's ACS Lite, add the following patch after the [[include]]: [[module CSS]] /*-- ACS Lite Animation Compatibility Patch --*/ .anom-bar > .bottom-box::before { display: none; } .anom-bar > .bottom-box { box-shadow: none!important; } div.diamond-part { clip-path: none; animation: none; box-shadow: none!important; } @media (max-width: 480px) { div.top-right-box { clip-path: polygon(0% -30%, 100% -30%, 100% 130%, 0% 130%); } } [[/module]] - Inspired by the works of AnAnomalousWriter. Source Code: :root { --timeScale: 1; --timeDelay: 0s; } /* Converting middle divider from box-shadow to ::before pseudo-element */ .anom-bar > div.bottom-box { box-shadow: none; position: relative; } .anom-bar > div.bottom-box::before { position: absolute; content: " "; width: 100%; height: 0.5rem; bottom: 100%; left: 0; background-color: rgb(var(--swatch-menubg-black-color, 12, 12, 12)); } /* DIVIDER */ .anom-bar > .bottom-box::before { animation-name: divider; animation-duration: calc(0.74s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.1s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.32,.38,.39,.94); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /* CLASSIFIED LEVEL BARS */ div.top-center-box > * { animation-name: bar; animation-duration: calc(0.45s * var(--timeScale)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(1) { animation-delay: calc(0.2s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(2) { animation-delay: calc(0.32s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(3) { animation-delay: calc(0.45s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(4) { animation-delay: calc(0.61s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(5) { animation-delay: calc(0.75s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(6) { animation-delay: calc(0.95s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } /* TOP TEXT */ div.top-left-box, div.top-right-box { clip-path: polygon( 0% -50%, 150% -50%, 150% 100%, 0% 100%); } div.top-left-box > *, div.top-right-box > * { position: relative; animation-name: bottomup; animation-duration: calc(0.65s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.5s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /*-----------------------------------*/ /*-----------------------------------*/ /* CONTAINMENT, DISRUPTION, RISK CLASSES */ div.text-part > * { clip-path: polygon( 0% 0%, 100% 0%, 100% 100%, 0% 100%); animation-name: expand2; animation-duration: calc(0.5s * var(--timeScale)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.text-part > :nth-child(1) { animation-name: expand1; } div.text-part > :nth-child(1) { animation-delay: calc(0.6s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.text-part > :nth-child(2) { animation-delay: calc(0.75s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.text-part > :nth-child(3) { animation-delay: calc(0.86s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.main-class::before, div.main-class::after { animation-name: iconslide; animation-duration: calc(0.45s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.8s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /* BOTTOM TEXT */ div.main-class > *, div.disrupt-class > *, div.risk-class > * { white-space: nowrap; animation-name: flowIn; animation-duration: calc(0.42s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.75s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /*-----------------------------------*/ /*-----------------------------------*/ /* DIAMOND */ div.arrows { animation-name: arrowspin; animation-duration: calc(0.65s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.55s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.quadrants > * { animation-name: fade; animation-duration: calc(0.3s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(1.4s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.top-icon, div.right-icon, div.left-icon, div.bottom-icon { animation-name: nodegrow; animation-duration: calc(0.4s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(1.4s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } .bottom-box > div.diamond-part { box-shadow: none; } .bottom-box > div.diamond-part::before { content: ""; position: absolute; width: 0.5rem; height: 100%; top: 0; right: 100%; background-color: rgb(var(--swatch-menubg-black-color, 12, 12, 12)); animation-name: diamondBorder; animation-duration: calc(0.475s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.775s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.28,.72,.55,.91); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /* MOBILE QUERY */ @media (max-width: 480px ) { .anom-bar > div.bottom-box { position: initial; } .anom-bar > div.bottom-box::before { bottom: initial; top: 40vw; } div.top-center-box > * { animation-name: bar-mobile; animation-duration: calc(0.9s * var(--timeScale)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(1) { animation-delay: calc(0.1s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(2) { animation-delay: calc(0.2s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(3) { animation-delay: calc(0.3s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(4) { animation-delay: calc(0.4s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(5) { animation-delay: calc(0.5s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(6) { animation-delay: calc(0.6s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } } /*--- Motion Accessibility ---*/ @media screen and (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { div.anom-bar-container { --timeScale: 0!important; } } /*-------------------------*/ @keyframes divider { from { max-width: 0%; } to { max-width: 100%; } } @keyframes bar { from { max-width: 0%; } to { max-width: 100%; } } @keyframes bar-mobile { from { max-height: 0%; } to { max-height: 100%; } } @keyframes bottomup { from { top: 100px; } to { top: 0; } } @keyframes expand1 { from { opacity: 0; clip-path: inset(0 calc(100% - 0.75rem) 0 0); } to { opacity: 1; clip-path: inset(0); } } @keyframes iconslide { from { opacity: 0; transform: translateX(-5rem); } to { opacity: 1; transform: translateX(0); } } @keyframes expand2 { from { opacity: 0; width: 1%; } to { opacity: 1; width: calc(100% - 0.25rem); } } @keyframes fade { from { opacity: 0; } to { opacity: 1; } } @keyframes flowIn { from { opacity: 0; transform: translateY(20px); } to { opacity: 1; transform: translateY(0); } } @keyframes arrowspin { from { clip-path: circle(0%); transform: rotate(135deg); } to { clip-path: circle(75%); transform: rotate(0deg); } } @keyframes nodegrow { from { transform: scale(0);} to { transform: scale(1);} } @keyframes diamondBorder { from { height: 0; } to { height: 100%; } } [[/iftags]] Inscriptions in an unknown language or symbology have been carved into the left femur with an unknown tool or procedure which would be equivalent to modern CNC machining in technique and precision, although as with the other injuries there is evidence of endochondral ossification around the margins. Efforts to translate the text as well as research into how this etching would have been possible with neolithic tools is ongoing. Authored by Ariadne'sThread. The most sincere of thanks to those who offered critique and assistance in making this monster something that was actually scary: Uncle Nicolini, fairydoctor, Rounderhouse, Ethagon, Crow-Cat, Harmacy, and Prime Girl. Also, thank you to my off-site crit readers, who are now mad at me for making them literally afraid of a shadow. Image can be found at https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Qumran_Cave_11_Entrance.jpg, taken by Ian Scott, under CC BY-SA 2.0. I hope that you all enjoy! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} . 13 Item#: SCP-7801 Level2 Secondary Class: continua Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Dire Dawa, Ethiopia Porc-Épic Cave dig site. Location of initial SCP-7801 discovery. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The remains comprising SCP-7801 are to be held at Site-89 Reliquary Facilities. In order to protect from accidental exposure to artificial or natural lighting, remains will be kept in lockdown within a standard Euclid storage chamber, size 9, with infrared lighting in the two preceding chambers. Further research upon the remains must be approved in writing by Site Director Ababe prior to examination or experimentation. In the event of any disruption to containment or transformation of the remains, the SORCIER Protocol is to be enacted immediately. See Proposal 7801.7 document for further information. Pending Upgrade to Keter, see Incident Report for more detail. DESCRIPTION SCP-7801 is the designation for the fossilized complete remains of an early hominid, possibly related to H. sapiens neanderthalensis found by a University College Dublin archaeological field school working at the Porc-Épic Cave dig site (Dire Dawa, Ethiopia). While the skull shape suggests H. sapiens neanderthalensis most clearly, relative dating places the remains during the Middle Paleolithic (approx. 300,000 BCE) which is further complicated by grave goods found in situ with the remains during recovery which denote a level of religious behaviorism not seen until significantly later during the Upper Paleolithic cultures (approx. 50,000 BCE)..It must also be noted that H. sapiens neanderthalensis remains have not been confirmed as being found farther south than 31°N. Discovered in the same grave site was a cache of grave goods (designated SCP-7801-2), placed in an organic container of some nature (either a crude basket or satchel of cloth) which has since carbonized. Foundation archaeologists have compared the composition and placement of these grave goods to those found at the Сунгирь archaeological site,.Sungir, Russia. Notable as one of the more complete Upper Paleolithic (roughly between 32,050 and 28,550 BCE) with H. sapiens remains showing intentional, elaborate postmortem decoration. particularly with the elaborate ivory bead-work on animal bones, creating what is believed to be some sort of ritualistic object due to its disproportionately high level of emission of Akiva radiation. The remains themselves are clothed in a crudely tailored tunic (designated SCP-7801-3) which ends below the knees, made of an unknown anomalous material which has mineralized during the fossilization process and cannot be removed from the skeletal structure. Radiometric dating cannot be confirmed as the material of the tunic has resisted all attempts to collect a sample, and samples from the skeletal remains are outside the effective range of radiocarbon testing. The tunic emits the same high levels of Akiva radiation as the ritual items placed around the fossilized remains. Fossilized animal bones decorated with intricate bead-work were found embedded into the hominid skeleton at five points; one per limb with a fifth and final implement impaling the skull..It should be noted that the decorated bones are not identifiable to any known species and do not show the typical damage one would expect from impact trauma of this nature. Two of the implements were found precisely at the midpoint of the skeleton's forearms, resting between the ulnar and radial bones. An additional two were found bisecting the tibiae and fibulae. The final implement was found in the skull, piercing the frontal bone at the midpoint between the temples half a centimeter above the pronounced brow ridge before traversing the cranial vault to emerge from the occipital bone in the midpoint of what may represent the supraniac fossa. Endochondral ossification can be observed ringing the sites of impalement, suggesting remodeling after the injuries and indicating the subject may have survived for a significant amount of time. There is an additional site of healing seen in the sternum, ringing a puncture site with dimensions which match the other implements, though no corresponding fossilized animal bone was found at the site. Of note, the endochondral ossification is more pronounced in the skull and at the sternum, compared to the leg bones. Inscriptions in an unknown language or symbology have been carved into the left femur with an unknown tool or procedure which would be equivalent to modern CNC machining in technique and precision, although as with the other injuries there is evidence of endochondral ossification around the margins. Efforts to translate the text as well as research into how this etching would have been possible with neolithic tools is ongoing. While kept in a state of complete darkness, SCP-7801 will remain inert while emitting a constant, abnormal Hume field fluctuating between 2.5-6.7 with no noticeable changes to local reality. If SCP-7801 is exposed to any light on the visible spectrum, the remains will begin to distort local reality at an increasingly accelerating rate that could theoretically create a localized ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario with possible global repercussions if spread is not halted. However, if returned to complete darkness before roughly one hour of exposure has passed, this acceleration is halted with local reality returning to acceptable Hume levels over the course of roughly 72 hours. It should be noted that changes on any organic or synthetic life caught in the field will not be reverted, and that these changes seem to favor lifeforms over either natural or synthetic objects within the field. See Recovery Video Transcript for further detail. RECOVERY VIDEO TRANSCRIPT - 15/7/24 Note: Footage was recovered by Foundation personnel from a partially damaged Canon SLR Camera found at the site on an upended tripod, likely set up by one of the UCD researchers working on the Porc-Épic Cave who initially uncovered SCP-7801. The majority of footage was corrupted presumably by the artifact's inadvertent activation by the researchers, however a small window of recording survived. 17:51 Prior to this point, footage only showed static with the occasional graphical artifact glitching. Footage resolves almost immediately to a clear picture of four individuals with their backs to the camera, roughly ten or so feet away from the tripod, looking down at a fifth person, who is low to the ground with a large brush and trowel in hand, examining a large STP (shovel test pit) near the back of the cave chamber the camera was found in. No audio is captured. 17:53:01 Footage continues for two minutes without incident or marked changes. It should also be noted that all five individuals are wearing head lanterns typically seen in field work, although only the individual working in the pit has their lantern turned on. At this mark, one of the individuals on the left side of the group pulls out a large flashlight, aiming it directly into the pit when the individual who had been bent over working, presumably on uncovering SCP-7801 suddenly moves as if standing up straight, but with strain evident in all limbs, as if being held by an invisible force. Individual affected is visibly distressed but does not appear to be capable of vocalization. Other individuals express confusion but appear unaffected at this point. 17:55:10 Individual initially digging in the pit and then held by the invisible force disappears near instantly, although drastically slowing the footage shows that they are pulled apart in a seeming vaporization at the atomic level. The other four individuals are visibly panicking at this point and begin to turn in an attempt to escape. The flashlight points now at the far cave wall, which begins to melt slowly. 17:55:15 The two individuals on the far left of the field of vision fall to the ground as their legs appear to vanish in the same manner as the initial individual's vaporization, but the remainder of their bodies turn into quartz, starting from the waist up, over the following 40 seconds. The remaining two individuals appear to turn into flame and vapor respectively over the same 40 seconds before disappearing completely. The cave wall has begun to melt upward now at a faster pace. 17:55:55 No movement beside the melting of the cave wall is detected as the light continues to shine exclusively on the rock. This continues until the flashlight begins to flicker and dim roughly thirty-seven minutes into recording, presumably due to loss of battery life. 18:32:05 The light from the flashlight flares at full strength for two seconds and a humanoid figure, translucent and possibly consisting of either smoke or shadow is seen against the cave wall, which has been flattened to a nearly mirrored surface, which the figure appears to be trying to see itself in. 18:32:07 The flashlight dies. Note: The remains of the two individuals transformed into quartz were recovered and found to be inert with no Hume or Akiva fluctuations noted. These remains, the camera, and all other personal artifacts of the UCD team are to be housed at Site-89 to be monitored for possible changes. The cave itself shows no changes to its structure and is to be likewise monitored for any changes. UPDATE On 22/5/25, a disturbance was recorded in Site-89's reliquary Euclid storage by Foundation security forces, manifesting as local reality disrupts. No entities breached during this event, but the resulting earthquake appeared to be centered on the container housing SCP-7801's remains. Upon inspection (via infrared scanning), the bone previously piercing the frontal lobe is now missing. 24-hour video monitoring of the remains is now required. Additionally, due to a possible connection to other known deistic anomalies in the region, the Department of Tactical Theology was consulted for a review of the artifacts, in particular the remaining four bones impaled in the skeleton. Dr. Ariadne Cooper presented her findings to Site-89 personnel on 5/6/25. TACTICAL THEOLOGY UPDATE TRANSCRIPT - 5/6/25 In attendance are Site Director Zala Ababe, Lead Researcher Sylvia Jones Endrick-McCallow with her team of senior and junior researchers, as well as several other site personnel and visiting researchers from Tactical Theology's headquarters. Junior Researcher Cooper stands at the head of the table to present. COOPER "Good afternoon, if we could just get started… for those of you who have not met me, I am Dr. Cooper from Tactical Theology, and I am here to update you all on the team's progress regarding SCP-7801." Projector shows the live feed of the remains via infrared scanning, the fossils inert and the only active thermal imaging coming from the ivory decorations on the bones impaling the skeleton and grave good ritual fetishes at the side of the remains. COOPER "As many of you know, 7801 has always presented somewhat of a frustrating mixture of contradicting information. Relative dating has allowed us some assurance that the remains were set in place roughly three hundred thousand years ago, although this would be at the most extreme end of the span we normally see Neanderthal remains as well as the first to be definitively identified this far south of the equator. Furthermore, even the intentional burial itself is out of place, let alone of this complexity. Even without the anomalous effects, this hominid would stand out like a sore thumb with academic archaeologists, possibly even dismissed as an elaborate forgery." ENDRICK-MCCALLOW "Excuse me, Dr. Cooper, but this is all information that we've already established. Could we move forward with the briefing?" COOPER "With respect, I believe it is important to be thorough, particularly with a contradictory object like 7801. It was the grave goods that caught the attention of some of the TactTheo researchers, as their resemblance to what was found at the Sungir site near Moscow borders on uncanny. While no anomalous events have been recorded at Sungir, research by Foundation theologians have found that each of the burials with decorations similar to those we found on the bones impaling 7801 have been shown to emit Akiva radiation, although at a lesser degree. Shamanistic practices in the area mirror this particular use of animal bones used as somewhat effective reality anchors, and while we can in no way prove a direct link, nor explain the techniques for creating these artifacts or the inscription made on 7801's femur, there is strong enough evidence to suggest a connection worth exploring." ABABE "It's not necessary just this second for us to explain why we're seeing the same thing in Russia and Ethiopia in the distant past, only that we learn what is happening right now to ensure containment." COOPER "We believe that can be credited to the grave goods, although it seems inaccurate to classify them as such as we now firmly believe these items were placed with the entity in order to ensure that it stayed there." ENDRICK-MCCALLOW "Are you implying this was some sort of — what, paleolithic containment attempt?" COOPER "I'm not implying anything, I am stating clearly that these items, as poorly understood as they are, were an attempt to contain a Type Green reality bender, and that it mostly worked. However, the excavation at Porc-Épic likely disturbed the remains enough to allow whatever is left of the entity to begin a regeneration cycle, however slowly." There are multiple attempts to ask questions all at once, the room erupting into loud speech with no single voice standing out until COOPER regains order. COOPER "I recognize that this news is unwelcome, but we need to assume that the initial discovery either somehow destroyed or dislodged the missing implement which caused the sternum fracturing, which has resulted in the destabilization of this shamanistic containment field these ancient practitioners had created. Now with the incident last month and the loss of another implement by what has to be assumed to be anomalous circumstances, it is more critical than ever to examine the markings on the fossils themselves as well as the implements used to secure the entity in the first place so we can hope to create a similar containment strategy. It should go without saying that if someone worked this hard to keep this thing in the ground, so should we." ABABE "What do you propose?" COOPER "I believe on-site researchers were already attempting to reverse engineer the technology for the implements themselves, but I propose adding a Foundation shaman to your efforts. I also recommend using cross-testing with other anomalies in an attempt to decipher the markings on the femur, if possible. I'm willing to head up that effort, as I know that you're rather short-staffed at the moment." ABABE "Yes, thank you for that. Send over the list of your people to add to our containment researchers, and I'll ensure you get access to the appropriate anomalies for translation. Any questions? Send them in email. We've got work to do. Dismissed." Cross Test Addendum 7801.57 Cross Test Results 7801.57 it is too late. it has always been too late. Translation of SCP-7801 Femur Markings per cross-testing with SCP-1050-1. Note: Based upon the location of the engraving on SCP-1050 which matches the markings, it would appear the civilization responsible for the femur markings predated the Quaternary Extinction Event..Approximately 50,000 years ago. Beware (proper noun, possible name, untranslatable). This (one? being?) is warped by the Darkness(emphasized) and will destroy no more. The Five(emphasized) will hold this (one? being?) fast, to (????) until (those? them?) return to free him. The (second proper noun, plural but untranslatable,) alone know how to (cause to sleep?) and will watch over the Five until (everything?) burns, as the (cycle?) turns. (May he? He must?) never again (rise?) (Note: this line is scratched out by a far cruder tool of some kind and likely well after the initial markings were made.) From: Site Director Zala Ababe To: O5 Command Subject: URGENT: Reclassification Request re: SCP-7801 After completing a cross-test with 1050-1, Dr. Cooper has been able to get a reasonable translation of the femur markings. I can say now for certain that we are missing at least two integral pieces of the original containment apparatus, if not more. It is likely that the object is likely capable of breaching its remaining constraints at any time, and possibly already has. See attached Cross Test Addendum 7801.57 for translation. Requesting immediate reclassification to Keter. More From This Author More From This Author AriadnesThread's Works SCPs SCP-8520 • SCP-8028 • SCP-6830 • SCP-7028 • SCP-8131 • Tales/GoI Formats Dokein: A Journal for Tactical Theology • Koyaanisqatsi • I Think I Could Be Brave • The Virtue of Resilience • Frollicles (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Baba Yaga) • Your Place Was Empty • Ever Burning Brightly • Other Ariadne's Malibu Dream House (of Leaves) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7801" by AriadnesThread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7801. Licensed under CC-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: cave Author: Ian Scott License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Qumran_Cave_11_Entrance.jpg |
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Efforts to translate the text as well as research into how this etching would have been possible with neolithic tools is ongoing. Authored by Ariadne'sThread. The most sincere of thanks to those who offered critique and assistance in making this monster something that was actually scary: Uncle Nicolini, fairydoctor, Rounderhouse, Ethagon, Crow-Cat, Harmacy, and Prime Girl. Also, thank you to my off-site crit readers, who are now mad at me for making them literally afraid of a shadow. Image can be found at https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Qumran_Cave_11_Entrance.jpg, taken by Ian Scott, under CC BY-SA 2.0. I hope that you all enjoy! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} . 13 Item#: SCP-7801 Level2 Secondary Class: continua Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Dire Dawa, Ethiopia Porc-Épic Cave dig site. Location of initial SCP-7801 discovery. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The remains comprising SCP-7801 are to be held at Site-89 Reliquary Facilities. In order to protect from accidental exposure to artificial or natural lighting, remains will be kept in lockdown within a standard Euclid storage chamber, size 9, with infrared lighting in the two preceding chambers. Further research upon the remains must be approved in writing by Site Director Ababe prior to examination or experimentation. In the event of any disruption to containment or transformation of the remains, the SORCIER Protocol is to be enacted immediately. See Proposal 7801.7 document for further information. Pending Upgrade to Keter, see Incident Report for more detail. DESCRIPTION SCP-7801 is the designation for the fossilized complete remains of an early hominid, possibly related to H. sapiens neanderthalensis found by a University College Dublin archaeological field school working at the Porc-Épic Cave dig site (Dire Dawa, Ethiopia). While the skull shape suggests H. sapiens neanderthalensis most clearly, relative dating places the remains during the Middle Paleolithic (approx. 300,000 BCE) which is further complicated by grave goods found in situ with the remains during recovery which denote a level of religious behaviorism not seen until significantly later during the Upper Paleolithic cultures (approx. 50,000 BCE)..It must also be noted that H. sapiens neanderthalensis remains have not been confirmed as being found farther south than 31°N. Discovered in the same grave site was a cache of grave goods (designated SCP-7801-2), placed in an organic container of some nature (either a crude basket or satchel of cloth) which has since carbonized. Foundation archaeologists have compared the composition and placement of these grave goods to those found at the Сунгирь archaeological site,.Sungir, Russia. Notable as one of the more complete Upper Paleolithic (roughly between 32,050 and 28,550 BCE) with H. sapiens remains showing intentional, elaborate postmortem decoration. particularly with the elaborate ivory bead-work on animal bones, creating what is believed to be some sort of ritualistic object due to its disproportionately high level of emission of Akiva radiation. The remains themselves are clothed in a crudely tailored tunic (designated SCP-7801-3) which ends below the knees, made of an unknown anomalous material which has mineralized during the fossilization process and cannot be removed from the skeletal structure. Radiometric dating cannot be confirmed as the material of the tunic has resisted all attempts to collect a sample, and samples from the skeletal remains are outside the effective range of radiocarbon testing. The tunic emits the same high levels of Akiva radiation as the ritual items placed around the fossilized remains. Fossilized animal bones decorated with intricate bead-work were found embedded into the hominid skeleton at five points; one per limb with a fifth and final implement impaling the skull..It should be noted that the decorated bones are not identifiable to any known species and do not show the typical damage one would expect from impact trauma of this nature. Two of the implements were found precisely at the midpoint of the skeleton's forearms, resting between the ulnar and radial bones. An additional two were found bisecting the tibiae and fibulae. The final implement was found in the skull, piercing the frontal bone at the midpoint between the temples half a centimeter above the pronounced brow ridge before traversing the cranial vault to emerge from the occipital bone in the midpoint of what may represent the supraniac fossa. Endochondral ossification can be observed ringing the sites of impalement, suggesting remodeling after the injuries and indicating the subject may have survived for a significant amount of time. There is an additional site of healing seen in the sternum, ringing a puncture site with dimensions which match the other implements, though no corresponding fossilized animal bone was found at the site. Of note, the endochondral ossification is more pronounced in the skull and at the sternum, compared to the leg bones. Inscriptions in an unknown language or symbology have been carved into the left femur with an unknown tool or procedure which would be equivalent to modern CNC machining in technique and precision, although as with the other injuries there is evidence of endochondral ossification around the margins. Efforts to translate the text as well as research into how this etching would have been possible with neolithic tools is ongoing. While kept in a state of complete darkness, SCP-7801 will remain inert while emitting a constant, abnormal Hume field fluctuating between 2.5-6.7 with no noticeable changes to local reality. If SCP-7801 is exposed to any light on the visible spectrum, the remains will begin to distort local reality at an increasingly accelerating rate that could theoretically create a localized ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario with possible global repercussions if spread is not halted. However, if returned to complete darkness before roughly one hour of exposure has passed, this acceleration is halted with local reality returning to acceptable Hume levels over the course of roughly 72 hours. It should be noted that changes on any organic or synthetic life caught in the field will not be reverted, and that these changes seem to favor lifeforms over either natural or synthetic objects within the field. See Recovery Video Transcript for further detail. RECOVERY VIDEO TRANSCRIPT - 15/7/24 Note: Footage was recovered by Foundation personnel from a partially damaged Canon SLR Camera found at the site on an upended tripod, likely set up by one of the UCD researchers working on the Porc-Épic Cave who initially uncovered SCP-7801. The majority of footage was corrupted presumably by the artifact's inadvertent activation by the researchers, however a small window of recording survived. 17:51 Prior to this point, footage only showed static with the occasional graphical artifact glitching. Footage resolves almost immediately to a clear picture of four individuals with their backs to the camera, roughly ten or so feet away from the tripod, looking down at a fifth person, who is low to the ground with a large brush and trowel in hand, examining a large STP (shovel test pit) near the back of the cave chamber the camera was found in. No audio is captured. 17:53:01 Footage continues for two minutes without incident or marked changes. It should also be noted that all five individuals are wearing head lanterns typically seen in field work, although only the individual working in the pit has their lantern turned on. At this mark, one of the individuals on the left side of the group pulls out a large flashlight, aiming it directly into the pit when the individual who had been bent over working, presumably on uncovering SCP-7801 suddenly moves as if standing up straight, but with strain evident in all limbs, as if being held by an invisible force. Individual affected is visibly distressed but does not appear to be capable of vocalization. Other individuals express confusion but appear unaffected at this point. 17:55:10 Individual initially digging in the pit and then held by the invisible force disappears near instantly, although drastically slowing the footage shows that they are pulled apart in a seeming vaporization at the atomic level. The other four individuals are visibly panicking at this point and begin to turn in an attempt to escape. The flashlight points now at the far cave wall, which begins to melt slowly. 17:55:15 The two individuals on the far left of the field of vision fall to the ground as their legs appear to vanish in the same manner as the initial individual's vaporization, but the remainder of their bodies turn into quartz, starting from the waist up, over the following 40 seconds. The remaining two individuals appear to turn into flame and vapor respectively over the same 40 seconds before disappearing completely. The cave wall has begun to melt upward now at a faster pace. 17:55:55 No movement beside the melting of the cave wall is detected as the light continues to shine exclusively on the rock. This continues until the flashlight begins to flicker and dim roughly thirty-seven minutes into recording, presumably due to loss of battery life. 18:32:05 The light from the flashlight flares at full strength for two seconds and a humanoid figure, translucent and possibly consisting of either smoke or shadow is seen against the cave wall, which has been flattened to a nearly mirrored surface, which the figure appears to be trying to see itself in. 18:32:07 The flashlight dies. Note: The remains of the two individuals transformed into quartz were recovered and found to be inert with no Hume or Akiva fluctuations noted. These remains, the camera, and all other personal artifacts of the UCD team are to be housed at Site-89 to be monitored for possible changes. The cave itself shows no changes to its structure and is to be likewise monitored for any changes. UPDATE On 22/5/25, a disturbance was recorded in Site-89's reliquary Euclid storage by Foundation security forces, manifesting as local reality disrupts. No entities breached during this event, but the resulting earthquake appeared to be centered on the container housing SCP-7801's remains. Upon inspection (via infrared scanning), the bone previously piercing the frontal lobe is now missing. 24-hour video monitoring of the remains is now required. Additionally, due to a possible connection to other known deistic anomalies in the region, the Department of Tactical Theology was consulted for a review of the artifacts, in particular the remaining four bones impaled in the skeleton. Dr. Ariadne Cooper presented her findings to Site-89 personnel on 5/6/25. TACTICAL THEOLOGY UPDATE TRANSCRIPT - 5/6/25 In attendance are Site Director Zala Ababe, Lead Researcher Sylvia Jones Endrick-McCallow with her team of senior and junior researchers, as well as several other site personnel and visiting researchers from Tactical Theology's headquarters. Junior Researcher Cooper stands at the head of the table to present. COOPER "Good afternoon, if we could just get started… for those of you who have not met me, I am Dr. Cooper from Tactical Theology, and I am here to update you all on the team's progress regarding SCP-7801." Projector shows the live feed of the remains via infrared scanning, the fossils inert and the only active thermal imaging coming from the ivory decorations on the bones impaling the skeleton and grave good ritual fetishes at the side of the remains. COOPER "As many of you know, 7801 has always presented somewhat of a frustrating mixture of contradicting information. Relative dating has allowed us some assurance that the remains were set in place roughly three hundred thousand years ago, although this would be at the most extreme end of the span we normally see Neanderthal remains as well as the first to be definitively identified this far south of the equator. Furthermore, even the intentional burial itself is out of place, let alone of this complexity. Even without the anomalous effects, this hominid would stand out like a sore thumb with academic archaeologists, possibly even dismissed as an elaborate forgery." ENDRICK-MCCALLOW "Excuse me, Dr. Cooper, but this is all information that we've already established. Could we move forward with the briefing?" COOPER "With respect, I believe it is important to be thorough, particularly with a contradictory object like 7801. It was the grave goods that caught the attention of some of the TactTheo researchers, as their resemblance to what was found at the Sungir site near Moscow borders on uncanny. While no anomalous events have been recorded at Sungir, research by Foundation theologians have found that each of the burials with decorations similar to those we found on the bones impaling 7801 have been shown to emit Akiva radiation, although at a lesser degree. Shamanistic practices in the area mirror this particular use of animal bones used as somewhat effective reality anchors, and while we can in no way prove a direct link, nor explain the techniques for creating these artifacts or the inscription made on 7801's femur, there is strong enough evidence to suggest a connection worth exploring." ABABE "It's not necessary just this second for us to explain why we're seeing the same thing in Russia and Ethiopia in the distant past, only that we learn what is happening right now to ensure containment." COOPER "We believe that can be credited to the grave goods, although it seems inaccurate to classify them as such as we now firmly believe these items were placed with the entity in order to ensure that it stayed there." ENDRICK-MCCALLOW "Are you implying this was some sort of — what, paleolithic containment attempt?" COOPER "I'm not implying anything, I am stating clearly that these items, as poorly understood as they are, were an attempt to contain a Type Green reality bender, and that it mostly worked. However, the excavation at Porc-Épic likely disturbed the remains enough to allow whatever is left of the entity to begin a regeneration cycle, however slowly." There are multiple attempts to ask questions all at once, the room erupting into loud speech with no single voice standing out until COOPER regains order. COOPER "I recognize that this news is unwelcome, but we need to assume that the initial discovery either somehow destroyed or dislodged the missing implement which caused the sternum fracturing, which has resulted in the destabilization of this shamanistic containment field these ancient practitioners had created. Now with the incident last month and the loss of another implement by what has to be assumed to be anomalous circumstances, it is more critical than ever to examine the markings on the fossils themselves as well as the implements used to secure the entity in the first place so we can hope to create a similar containment strategy. It should go without saying that if someone worked this hard to keep this thing in the ground, so should we." ABABE "What do you propose?" COOPER "I believe on-site researchers were already attempting to reverse engineer the technology for the implements themselves, but I propose adding a Foundation shaman to your efforts. I also recommend using cross-testing with other anomalies in an attempt to decipher the markings on the femur, if possible. I'm willing to head up that effort, as I know that you're rather short-staffed at the moment." ABABE "Yes, thank you for that. Send over the list of your people to add to our containment researchers, and I'll ensure you get access to the appropriate anomalies for translation. Any questions? Send them in email. We've got work to do. Dismissed." Cross Test Addendum 7801.57 Cross Test Results 7801.57 it is too late. it has always been too late. Translation of SCP-7801 Femur Markings per cross-testing with SCP-1050-1. Note: Based upon the location of the engraving on SCP-1050 which matches the markings, it would appear the civilization responsible for the femur markings predated the Quaternary Extinction Event..Approximately 50,000 years ago. Beware (proper noun, possible name, untranslatable). This (one? being?) is warped by the Darkness(emphasized) and will destroy no more. The Five(emphasized) will hold this (one? being?) fast, to (????) until (those? them?) return to free him. The (second proper noun, plural but untranslatable,) alone know how to (cause to sleep?) and will watch over the Five until (everything?) burns, as the (cycle?) turns. (May he? He must?) never again (rise?) (Note: this line is scratched out by a far cruder tool of some kind and likely well after the initial markings were made.) From: Site Director Zala Ababe To: O5 Command Subject: URGENT: Reclassification Request re: SCP-7801 After completing a cross-test with 1050-1, Dr. Cooper has been able to get a reasonable translation of the femur markings. I can say now for certain that we are missing at least two integral pieces of the original containment apparatus, if not more. It is likely that the object is likely capable of breaching its remaining constraints at any time, and possibly already has. See attached Cross Test Addendum 7801.57 for translation. Requesting immediate reclassification to Keter. More From This Author More From This Author AriadnesThread's Works SCPs SCP-8520 • SCP-8028 • SCP-6830 • SCP-7028 • SCP-8131 • Tales/GoI Formats Dokein: A Journal for Tactical Theology • Koyaanisqatsi • I Think I Could Be Brave • The Virtue of Resilience • Frollicles (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Baba Yaga) • Your Place Was Empty • Ever Burning Brightly • Other Ariadne's Malibu Dream House (of Leaves) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7801" by AriadnesThread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7801. Licensed under CC-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: cave Author: Ian Scott License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Qumran_Cave_11_Entrance.jpg |
SCP-7802 | esoteric-class | close Info X SCP-7802: Decrease the possibility of containment failure. Author: Dr Hormress Special Thanks: CaroyalKKaia, he helped me with the translation of almost the entire article (from a draft using Chinese) Re_spectators, he did all the proofreading Kcorena All of the logos are made by Dr Hormress. WARNING You are trying to access a classified document. This document (SCP-7802) is under the sole control of the Anomalous Religious Expressions Department. Please make sure that you have the Level 5 Permission in ARED, any unauthorized continuing access will result in serious disciplinary action against you. Item Sequence Code: 7802 Level5 ARED Internal Secret File Class: esoteric Containment Class: ot Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level5 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Standard Control Procedures: The following ceremonial containment programs are to be executed on SCP-7802-A continuously. Code: Dawn Description: Before dawn, 32 candles are to be put to form a ring at the easternmost position of the containment facility and be ignited within 30 seconds. After all the candles burned completely, an individual with basic knowledge and skills of thaumaturgy is to be asked to enter the ring, carrying sterling silver accessories weight no less than 2 grams, then touch the easternmost candle with their forehead and move at a low speed to connect all the candles into a complete circle by wax. The procedure is to be conducted once a day. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; decrease the external spectral contamination. Code: Burned Description: When the full moon is visible, no less than 2 kilograms of paper occultic texts are to be burnt up outdoors until the smoke covers all the peep windows of the underground parts of the containment facility. Meanwhile, 82 different unopened letters are to be thrown into the flame and be left until the flame is completely extinguished. The remaining unburnt letters are to be recycled and archived. The procedure is to be conducted at least once every three months. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; increase the stability of reality. Code: Idol Description: A wooden 1.5m tall St Andrew’s Cross is to be placed in the center hall in the containment facility. The same processes are to be done for Coptic Cross, Celtic Cross, St Anthony’s Cross, and Jerusalem Cross respectively. A 0.5m tall ceramic statue of Jupiter is to be placed before each cross, and the same for statues of Juno, Mars, Mercury, and Minerva, respectively. Five personnel who do not know about Abrahamic religions and Ancient Roman culture are to be asked to lift the crosses from the rear, and hit the statues until they are completely smashed into pieces. The powder remains are to be poured into local soil after being mixed with pure water. The procedure is to be conducted at 2:00 AM on Jan 1st of every year. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; increase the stability of Akiva. Code: Apostle Prophet Description: A no-less-than-2-metre-tall mound with fresh soil which is rich in humus is to be piled up and granite is to be placed arch on it. A human individual named T███████ X████1 is asked to cross the arch and spread no less than 5 grams of his blood2 on the ground under the arch. During the next 13 years, the arch is to be made sure to collapse because of thunderstrike. If the arch doesn't collapse after the thunderstrike or it collapses because of other reasons, the ceremony and the year counting are to be restarted. The procedure is to be conducted once every 13 years. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; increase the stability of time. Code: Nike Description: A designated personnel is asked to crush down a 4-leaf variant of Trifolium pratense and drink it with water. After drinking, the personnel will wear a wreath made of Laurus nobilis, and throw a coin3 on the open ground. If the upward side of the coin after it lands is the female portrait with a spear, throw Spade-shaped Coin, Ban-liang Coin and Wu-zhu Coin4 into the core area of the containment facility, one of each; if the upward side is the female portrait with wings, then end the ceremony. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure. Code: Eternal Description: The feature set inside the core area of the containment facility is to be rotated 30° clockwise, and all the peripheral sets are to be turned with it.5 The procedure is to be conducted once every quarter. Note: Wish THEM good sleep. Code: ARED Description: The response team named Anomalous Religious Expressions Department is to be established, and take charge of the control and containment of abnormal religious activities. No matter being subordinated to which organization, ARED is to maintain a certain degree of independence, to achieve the required conditions of their next establishment. The procedure is to be conducted once every [REDACTED]. Note: Greatly decrease the possibility of containment failure. Description: SCP-7802-A is an abandoned research facility, which was reused by the Foundation on 15 July 1987 to build up the containment of SCP-7802. SCP-7802-A locates in a nameless valley, and it is believed that the building has existed for at least ██████ years. The surface of it has been masked as a normal local building, and the only way to recognize it is a metal airtight door that leads to the underground structure, with a placard that reads "Anomalous Religious Expressions Department" embedded on it. Addendum: Some of the ceremonial containment programs were abandoned. Code: Uso Description: A personnel is asked to use any (different from yesterday) language to read the following sentence in a clear manner: We don't know where it comes from; We will try our best to contain it. The procedure is to be conducted once a day. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; increase the morale of the site. Failed. Code: Normalcy Description: Dissolve the Department of Abnormalities. Note: Wish me good luck. Footnotes 1. Or equivalent entity of any form or human cloning. 2. Venous blood collection needle is recommended, if conditions don't allow, the blood of livestock is allowed to substitute, in order to prevent infection. 3. With a female portrait with a spear on one side, and a female portrait with wings on the other side. 4. These coins are all common money used in ancient China. 5. The spinning facility has been embedded inside the containment facility. ▷ ▽ Addendum: To the latecomers： The first time when I was transferred to SCP-7802, I didn't understand the purpose of these ceremonies at all. I didn't know why we stuck to repeating these ceremonies with a vague effect, containing an anomaly with a vague description. These ceremonies are also so gentle that they are not like those typical ARED-managed ceremonies I have handled, with surprisingly almost no blood and sacrifice can be seen. I asked the principal at that time, and his answer was only one sentence: We don't have enough manpower to consume. But every ceremony and the corresponding pattern has its own meaning, and I didn't know this until later. The ceremonies have a close relationship with other contained projects, but the truth is more than that. We are using these ceremonies to build a virtual religious performance, decrease the possibility that the anomaly escapes being contained, and pray that luck is on our side. We only know that in any case, 7802's failure in containment should be avoided, but we are unable to do so. Among countless reality iterations, we are alive now just because we are lucky enough. Principal of SCP-7802 Researcher Cheng Haoyu ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7802" by Dr Hormress, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7802. Licensed under CC-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-7803 | euclid | Rab333 Don't do drugs, kids. Also, more stuff by me! Item#: 7803 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7803-1. Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7803-1's death, no containment measures are needed for it. Samples of SCP-7803 are currently stored in a basic biological containment chamber in Site-23. Generalized efforts pertaining to monitoring the area of Chicago, Illinois for undiscovered instances of SCP-7803 are also underway. Description: SCP-7803 is an anomalous subspecies of the Panaeolus cinctulus1 mushroom that was found exclusively in Chicago, Illinois, before complete removal and subsequent personal cultivation by SCP-7803-1. SCP-7803, upon consumption, allows the individual to experience the entirety of Connor Baird's life up until the end of the 1991 World Series2 Game 7. The psychedelic effects of SCP-7803 are the same every time and match nearly perfectly3 in comparison to the events undertaken in SCP-7803-1's life, save for day-to-day experiences which can't be accurately checked. The aforementioned effects of SCP-7803 last approximately a few hours, though affected individuals experience them with a heavily distorted time perception, roughly matching the entire duration of Baird's life up until Game 7. SCP-7803-1 is Connor Baird, an American professional baseball player. Discovery Log 7803.1: A massive quantity of SCP-7803 was discovered upon SCP-7803-1's death, stashed in several different parts of its house. While public records attribute the death of SCP-7803-1 to a hemorrhagic stroke, an estimated 49g of SCP-7803 was found in SCP-7803-1's body upon autopsy. During testing of SCP-7803, it was discovered that all psychedelic trips ended with a speech given by SCP-7803-1 to the Minnesota Twins, following the finale of Game 7. No such speech was ever recorded or given during the 1991 World Series finale. Reports from former Minnesota Twins players suggest that SCP-7803-1 had started uncontrollably sobbing for an extended period of time after the game. It is currently unknown if SCP-7803's psychedelic visions were prophetic in nature, or were simply extensively followed by SCP-7803-1. If the latter is true, combined with the accuracy of Baird's actions relative to the visions, it is theorized that it spent at least several thousands of years under the active effects of SCP-7803. Update 04/03/2013 Update 04/03/2013 A message, stashed away in a compartment used to hide instances of SCP-7803, was subsequently found, theorized to have been written shortly before SCP-7803-1's death. The message has been attached below: I don't know what to do anymore. Since they've stopped guiding me. I'm lost. Give me the knowledge of just one more day, one more day, one more day, please. I'm sorry. License License Filename: DSC_0406_Orlando_Cabrera.jpg Name: Guy Author: Joe Bielawa on Flickr License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:DSC_0406_Orlando_Cabrera.jpg Footnotes 1. Banded mottlegill. 2. The 1991 World Series was the championship series of Major League Baseball's (MLB) 1991 season. 3. Check Discovery Log 7803.1. |
SCP-7804 | keter | ITEM #: 7804 Fig. 1.1: SCP-7804 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7804's remote location has rendered active suppression of its transmissions nonessential. A five-kilometer perimeter is maintained at all times. Public access is denied (CS-3 "Private Property"). Observation of the perimeter zone should occur daily via satellite footage and aerial drones. Some tasks will require personal inspection or interference by trained agents, but these should be conducted sparingly as human presence near SCP-7804 is ill-advised. Agents are expected to confirm the presence of a number of environmental effects and note any significant deviations from normal data. Refer to Document-A for a comprehensive outline of required observations; a summarized list is provided below. Monday: Confirm the presence of wildlife carcasses. Note the species, number, and concentration of deaths. Note if carcasses appear to be consumed in any way, and in what manner. Report to containment teams immediately if carcasses appear within SCP-7804, or if precipitation in the area occurs. Tuesday: Observation on this day consists of two parts. Morning; confirm the rapid emergence of flowers. Note the location and density of animal species and include any unusual behavior. Minimal interaction is permitted to assess fear responses. Non-native species must be recorded and tracked for signs of movement out of the perimeter zone at the conclusion of the broadcast. Evening; observe astronomical movements and note unusual arrangements of stars. Highlight movement or appearance of Red/Orange color types and note arrangement. See attached image for known astronomical patterns. If precipitation occurs during either half of observation, alert containment teams immediately. Wednesday: Record ambient moisture and salinity. Note mutations in local wildlife in addition to the emergence of unusual species. Genetically deviant species should be captured, if possible, or destroyed by any means. Captured species should be documented and incinerated. Note the presence, coloration, and height of cloud cover and report precipitation immediately. Thursday: Record changes to the physical terrain and assess if the geologic material is of celestial origin. Confirm the appearance of impossible geological formations, chemistry of liquids, or biological growth in violation of natural laws. Observation should be conducted remotely, as contact with impossible terrain risks transferring its properties. Precipitation will not outwardly possess unusual properties but should still be considered anomalous and highly dangerous. Friday: Fire containment teams should be on standby to suppress flames should electrical failure occur within SCP-7804. If flames are present, observers should note the color and temperature. Teams must use a dry chemical suppression system (sodium bicarbonate and mono-ammonium phosphate) for maximum effectiveness. Precipitation, should it occur, will not extinguish flames. Saturday: Note the efficacy of natural and artificial reflective surfaces. Document wildlife behaving unusually around reflective surfaces. The appearance of new reflective surfaces should be recorded and subsequently obstructed. Eye contact is not to be made with reflective figures at any time. Wind speed and ambient moisture will increase throughout the day. Premature precipitation should be noted. Sunday: All personnel are denied access to SCP-7804 on Sunday. Observation is not to occur on Sunday. Personnel must devote Sunday to personal projects and not perform any work duties relating to SCP-7804 with the sole exception of perimeter patrols. Individuals attempting to exit SCP-7804 on Sunday should be destroyed. Precipitation is expected and should not be reported. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7804 is a transmitting mast radiator initially operated by an unknown telecommunication company (see below) and built at an unknown time. It is constructed of tubular steel and stands at 53.34 meters in height. Analysis suggests the tower was originally painted in alternating stripes of red and white but has since turned black due to decay from exposure to the elements. It continuously transmits at a longwave frequency of 150.6 kHz, covering a range of roughly 2,000 kilometers, and operates regardless of human presence. SCP-7804 has been retrofitted with electronic and analog equipment not typically used for radio-transmitting masts of similar design. Modifications include RG-59/U coaxial cables insulated with bark from the Sequoioideae subfamily, loading coils coated in non-decaying hemoglobin, and seven subterranean funerary boxes, empty, attached to SCP-7804 via copper cables, among others. See Addenda for a full list of modifications. While the exact purpose and capabilities of this equipment are unknown, it is suspected that the alterations may aid SCP-7804 in acquiring and "translating" a broadcast signal from an anomalous source. At the base of the tower is an operating booth designed for prolonged human presence. At the time of discovery, the booth was padlocked with an attached note reading, "Notice: Condemned - Building in violation of Seismic code 1977 and Occult code 0918. Do Not Kill." The booth is fitted with bunk space and living amenities but has fallen into severe disrepair. Evidence of habitation — canned food, water jugs, blankets, etc. — was documented, along with the remains of a human, skeletalized, sitting upright in a swivel chair at the booth's control terminal. A pair of headphones were fused with the skull and playing audio from SCP-7804's broadcast at the time of discovery. The terminal was determined not to be the source of the broadcast; rather, it connects directly to the tower, capturing, refining, and transmitting the audio through an ill-understood process. The following note was attached to the terminal at the time of discovery: D, I've done what I can. The sermon's rigged to repeat as long as there's a signal coming in. Keep this up and running and we'll be set for a long time. Or is that the fire talking? If you ever want to shut it off, don't. You can't. Do not kill. Trust me, you're better off hearing this shit on the radio where you can turn the volume down and not in your head like some of the guys back home. Don't worry about power either, I've got that covered. See you soon, J. P.S. If you're not in the club and you found this place on a dare, come back Sunday. See what the fuss is all about! The booth, and by extension the tower, is not connected to a power source but operates regardless. Recovered documents place SCP-7804 under the care and operation of a Black Mountain Transmitting Co., which claims to provide high-quality radio service to 85% of North America through a network of broadcasting towers. No evidence outside of SCP-7804 corroborates this claim. Inside the operating booth is a tall redwood door fitted with intricate brasswork much older than either the booth or the tower. An engraving on the front reads "THE AGGREGATION." The door is weather-worn and damaged in some areas. Its locking mechanism is nonfunctional and shows evidence of various attempts at reinforcements. The door, when opened, leads to a nondescript storage closet (Variable. See below). SCP-7804 broadcasts on a repeating schedule. The contents of each transmission vary depending on the day of the week. Each broadcast week is identical. See below for summaries or contact Archives for detailed transcripts of each broadcast. Monday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is one. There is rain coming. It is dry now but will rain on the seventh day of our broadcast. The pantheon prepares for our gathering. Until then let us honor the seven of the new age. Tune in each day and convene on the seventh. Follow the rain and you will know when the ascent is prepared. We dedicate this broadcast to the bloody lion Khaulamezia [unintelligible]. He is king of the pantheon. Our god of violence and the natural order of things. Please let our humility satiate the hunger. Let the flesh of the forest soothe you and lull your sleep. Let our bones and blood suffice. Did you see it, in the dream? Last night he killed the bird. He killed but did not eat. Why? The flesh is pure but we are not. Today's artist is Wet Velvet Goat with the song 'You Will Never Understand.' White noise for two minutes followed by sixteen hours of ambient music. Sound ebbs and flows and is layered with instruments of varying frequency and intensity at half-hour intervals. The track is overpowered by low guttural tones at eleven hours and the quality of the broadcast begins to degrade. Eventually, a high-pitched woodwind instrument pierces the din. This instrument begins fast and intricate and grows more powerful over the disharmony until all other sounds fade away. The woodwind then becomes lethargic and eventually settles on a single tone which it holds for the remainder of the track. Broadcast ends with a prayer: [Unintelligible] says the lion, Khaulamezia. [Unintelligible] and rejoice. He accepts our humility and He sleeps once more. We shall eat in his honor and mind our manners. [Unintelligible, chorus of voices]. Be humble, and good night. Tuesday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is two. Rain is coming. Not today, but soon. Shelter the kindling from the sky and keep dry the children. The morning is dedicated to serenity, to the twinkling rose Piercea of the dream. The rose grows now on the grass flat under the dark sky. There is no light but the rose and it gives us peace. It gives peace and calms the heart. When you fall, land in the light of the rose for your bones will not break and your fire will not die. Enjoy the morning sun. Audio plays an unedited recording of a natural soundscape for eight hours. Birds and insects are audible, as well as occasional mammals. Confirmed species include Sylvia atricapilla (Blackcap), Strix aluco (Tawny owl), Accipiter gentilis (Northern goshawk), Nemobius sylvestris (Wood cricket), Capreolus capreolus (Roe deer), Procyon lotor (Raccoon), among others (See Addenda for comprehensive species list and attached notes). Animal vocalizations grow in number and volume continually for the duration of the recording. All vocalizations cease at seven hours and fifty minutes at which point muted thunder is heard and rain begins to fall. Audio then abruptly cuts to white noise. Feminine voice returns with the following message. The morning turns to dusk and we must believe it. Understand it and give thanks to it. So that it cannot hurt us. The dusk is dedicated to the Constellation Hornet. Look up above. The clouds break and you can see it now. The red and orange specks of paint grow larger and sharper every cycle. It will reach us one day and sting the earth with poison. Bite and chew and nest until we are all hollowed out. The stars do not lie and all the gods know it. It will happen. But not today. Not for a long time. Dusk is to remind us of our doom, Beshult. Look up and remember and observe and smile that it is still far, far away. Audio of a choir of feminine voices plays, overlaid by desynchronized synthesized tones. Choir sings two tones, one high and one low, repeatedly. Tones mirror the choir but remain audibly disconnected from the voices. Masculine voices join to replace the synthesized tones, growing progressively louder and more aggressive. Synthesized tones return to mirror the masculine voices in volume and strength. Feminine voices become inaudible. Synthetic tone overpowers the masculine voices until they too fade away entirely. The synthetic tone maintains its strength and volume for several hours until it abruptly cuts to reveal the nearly imperceptible sound of buzzing underlying the track. Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer: The rose Piercea and the Constellation Hornet. We give thanks to the pantheon that we may live with the rose and not the stars. Yet as we weep for the world our children must inherit we pay respect to the constellation. All gods of the pantheon must be honored no matter how terrible. That is the will of the bells. And we must respect that. Don't forget, and good night. Wednesday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is three. Rain clouds gather. As we approach the great change let us remember our beginnings. Picture in your mind the image we're born with. The black cliffs. Do you see? Look down now into the white fog. Watch it clear and be blown by the winds. Ah, the green sea, I see it now. Watch for the flukes of monsters and the writhing mass of fish. Watch them tear each other apart. Watch them fight to live. Remember our ancestors in the soup of life. The salt cleanses the skin. Makes us stronger. This broadcast is dedicated to the primordial sea. From the whale's mouth we came and to the whale's mouth we will return. The sea will claim us back. All will return and become whole again. The following song is untitled, by Dogfish. Track consists of a throbbing bass echoed by higher synth tones. Noise pulses rhythmically, accentuated by heavy guitar chords and cymbal crashes. A dull, high-pitched ringing grows in strength, then fades away. Guitars and drums fade, then return. Vocals enter, but the throbbing bass makes the words indistinguishable. Voice is aggressive but indistinct. Voice cries out in pain or joy. Vocals fade and the synth tones get louder. Track ends with bass. Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer: There can be no end without the beginning. We cannot welcome the new gods without a sense of time. Let the gods fight and die in the brine. So that they can emerge strong and lead us to a new age. Look forward to the great convergence. Anticipate, and good night. Thursday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is four. It is colder than yesterday. Darkness on the horizon. The calls draw nearer. We catch glimpses of the other between blinks. We see the world as its inverse. Mailumar, the moon and the planet as one. Its body is foreign. Its rocks are strange and hostile to the eye. They twist and mock the senses, the colors offputting. Its dust holds no remembrance of the suffering of man. Its water is poison, thick and oily. Its life is vile. Strange fish and stranger things tall and arching. Yet in it we see what was, is, and is yet to be. We see our future. We see all possibilities. Today's broadcast is dedicated to the other, Mailumar. We send our ambassadors to confer with what is not and never could be. We hope the other gives us audience. And now a message from the envoy, titled 'Human.' Track begins with low tones punctuated by human whistling. Drums enter, followed by vocals. White rock highway Field of space Hear her whisper On the fall of dusk And the break of dawn Call on one One of a kind Go now and see Come back and tell You will never understand Track stops to play itself in reverse. Lyrics remain intelligible despite the audial distortion. White rock highway Final Frontier Stretch like taffy She waits for us And smiles when we try There is room enough But is there time? Go now and see She calls me now Go now and see And come back quick Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer: The other waits patient for our time. We give thanks to the planet Mailumar. Keep her close so we may hear her whispers. We pray our bodies may one day be ready for the voyage. Blessings to the ambassadors. Let them return triumphant and in good spirits. Humanity will evolve like it always must. Let it be painless. Prepare, and good night. Friday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is five. The clouds are gathering, growing darker. Something stirs from within us. We devote this broadcast to the Inferno, Knowledge, the all-consuming. Warm our bodies and heads but do not eat us. We put our faith in you, inferno, to show you that we can. Please let this sacrifice be enough. We give ourselves unto you. Track transitions to the snapping and popping of wood by fire. Sound persists at a dull volume for a considerable length of time. Abrupt coughing from multiple sources transitions to screaming. Sounds of panic and shuffling. Several objects fall and shatter. Banging on walls and pleas for help. Loud groan, then explosion. Broadcast abruptly cuts and an artificial voice warns viewers of technical difficulties. Broadcast remains disabled for the remainder of the day. Saturday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is six. The fog rolls off the trees like a bad word. Soak in the sky before the clouds blot it out and pour water down our throats. Today's broadcast is dedicated to the self. It is a day for examination and reflection. It is a day of judgment. Count your sheep and your children. Sharpen the axe. Set right your business. The clock strikes midnight and all will be forgiven at last. Walk down your halls in the dead of night. Approach your mirror and gaze at it. Trace the contours of the face and remember it well. Feel the age and the errors. But do not look closely at the details. You must remember that it is not your face. The mirror reveals but it also distorts. It has its fun. It beckons and you must laugh. This next song is made for you. Track is variable depending on the listener. Reports consistently describe the sound as organic and deeply personal, as if it is recorded from within the listener's body. Listeners unanimously agree that the content of the sound is familiar but intangibly offputting. Many recall a dream they had in their youth where they woke in the dead of night to hear a loved one awake in another room; upon investigating, they are distracted by a large mirror and find that their reflection hates them. Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer: We hope that message was enlightening. Self-reflection is important but often challenging. The mirror grants vision of what cannot be seen but do not submit to it. When it beckons know that it lies. It hates you. Remember to laugh. Smile, and good night. Sunday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. The gentle pattering of rain on dead leaves. Wind through needles. The air is cold and sharpens the senses. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: The doors are open wide. Communion with the pantheon begins. Single file, all will pass. This broadcast is dedicated to the calling of the bells. Let them spell the arrival of a new age from the timeless threads that bind us. Church bells toll seven times for seven gods. The morning is still dark but the line is already getting long. You should gather your things quick and hope there is still time. Everyone wants out and Sunday is only so long. You know how people are. Track transitions to footage of a handheld recording device. The photographer is at the base of a mountain surrounded by colleagues. It is the first recorded expedition behind the door in SCP-7804. The photographer is nervous and the camera shakes. You cover your head from the sky. It's cold and you don't want to get wet standing in line. It'll be at least an hour before your turn. The rain washes everything around and reveals things long hidden. Things better left dead. Do you remember the prayers? The greeting? Clap bow clap bow. Practice before you enter. Seven days of prayers have led to this. Make sure to get it right. The photographer arrives at the base of SCP-7804. They walk a perimeter around it. It is raining heavily and is very foggy. There is light coming from the observation booth. The photographer approaches and enters the temple. Walk forward. The hall has grown since you last entered. The faith is doing well, it seems. Delicate intricacies carved into the polished white marble depict the story of your people. Of the death of the old and the coming of the new. Seven statues. The lion. The rose and stars. The whale. The planet. The fire. The mirror. The bells. They stare expectantly and you greet each one. Clap bow clap bow. The line trails on ahead, past the altars and the prayer rooms, to the foot of the winding staircase, its doors wide and beckoning. Blinding light consumes all who enter. Their eyes and mouths are open to let it all in. You've never seen what lies past the doors but you know it's what everyone has been waiting for. You don't feel the rain anymore. It's your turn to enter. The observation booth is empty except for the skeleton in the chair. It twitches ever so slightly. The transmitter is on and receiving. Bells, each chime weakening the border between here and there. The photographer freezes. A sound from behind and below, all at once. They turn to face the door. Light streaks across the floor from beneath its red wood. The photographer approaches and dreads. The Aggregation. They twist the knob and push it open. It creaks with the sound of a thousand years and spills its secrets into the eye of the camera. It is a staircase made of rotting wood and ancient mud, leading down. Electric bulbs light the path deep into the earth. Wailing from somewhere below. They talk into a radio but there is only static. The signal is obscured by something bigger. The photographer descends. You've been down here for so long. The dirt soaks your pores and fills your lungs. You want to breathe. You need to. The sensation of weight on your skin has never quite gone away even after all this time. You look behind you. Countless people silhouetted against the blinding light. You can see the anticipation in their eyes. You look ahead. Countless more climb up and up. The marble stairs of the temple beneath your feet turn to wood the higher you go. The faces of seven new gods stare absently down from the bright abyss. The white gives way to dark and you're surrounded by mud on all sides. Lights sway above, brushed gently by the shoulders of those ahead. The bells echo from somewhere beyond. The photographer descends carefully. There is movement. Gentle shifting of the light. Shadows crossing over each other. They listen carefully and hear a sound. Music. No, humming. Wordless. Desperate. Then there is another sound. Footsteps. The approach of visitors. Or are they the true people? Passing through, or are they returning? The doors have opened. It is the seventh day and all have come to see. Figures ascend to the sound of bells. They each pass the photographer and smile. Dirt falls from their mouths and water drips from their soaked shirts. Their eyes are milky and their skin full of holes. It’s a miracle, they say, a second chance at life. 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SCP-7805 | ticonderoga | close Info X SCP-7BUS: The Amazing Cross-Dimensional Bus Service™ (TACDBS™) This is my first ever SCP and a long one at that (~10k words). I've officially been apart of this wiki for a month now and I'm happy to have finally contributed to the site :D There are no secrets so don't look. Item#: 7805 Level4 Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: mercurial link to memo object type: thaumiel object type: aisna {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} SCP-7805-1α Special Containment Procedures: Access to SCP-7805-1α should be restricted to personnel with Level 4 or higher clearance and entry may only include on-site researchers and Class-D individuals. Entry into SCP-7805-1ß should only occur during experimentation in a controlled environment. While no anomalous beings or any passengers unaffiliated with the Foundation have alighted an SCP-7805-ß instance at SCP-7805-1α, agents from Site-549 are to stand guard at all times watching SCP-7805-1α in the case of this occurring. Updated Procedures (7/3/2016): All personnel using SCP-7805 are to strictly adhere to the guidelines set by the Ethics Committee during experimentation: Personnel boarding SCP-7805-1ß must wear specialised suits at all times during research. Personnel are to pay the correct fare for boarding any instance of SCP-7805-ß. Interaction with passengers on SCP-7805-ß are to be limited and to only occur when it would otherwise result in creating hostility with the passenger(s). All experiments on SCP-7805 must be recorded through cameras attached to the suits of boarding personnel. Excerpt from Addendum #3 Note that all personnel must use the SCP-7805-δ Communication Guide (Addendum #5) when travelling on SCP-7805-ß instances. Updated Procedures (14/5/2025): All research on SCP-7805 is prohibited due to the immense risk further research may have on the structure of our universe and neighbouring universes (See Addendum #8). Containment procedures still apply. Description: SCP-7805 is the designation given to three main components which function together to cause anomalous effects, these being SCP-7805-α, SCP-7805-ß and SCP-7805-δ. SCP-7805-1 refers to the initial instance of SCP-7805. Further instances have been labelled in order of chronological appearance, however this system is regarded as heavily redundant due to the seemingly infinite appearances SCP-7805 can take thus referring to the anomaly as a whole is most appropriate and less confusing. SCP-7805-1α is a run-down dark green shelter located 8km south-east of Site-549 which functions as a bus stop for SCP-7805-1ß. A bench is attached to the inside of the shelter and a simple white bike rack with worn-out paint is placed beside it. Significant markings include: 1) a green sign with text: "Bus Stop" located on the side of the roof, 2) a yellow sign with text: "Signal Driver" located to the right of the green sign, and 3) a four-digit number1 with white lettering located on the outside-wall of the stop. SCP-7805-1ß is a standard blue bus with a capacity of 58. It has no external markings besides the number twelve written in white lettering placed on the front of the bus underneath the front window. The inside of the bus contains grey walls, 43 grey seats, 15 blue handles for standing passengers, a driver's seat and standard driving components. SCP-7805-1ß appears to be solely controlled by SCP-7805-1δ and it is unknown whether or not this is the only way its anomalous effects can occur. This component's anomalous effects include the ability to evaporate targeted individuals, transportation to different dimensions and/or different locations in this universe and durability against significantly different climates and conditions. SCP-7805-1δ appears to be a Caucasian, elderly male with balding white hair, hazel eyes and a blue driving uniform with the name: "Robert McZimmerman" sewn on the left lapel. SCP-7805-1δ is the driver of SCP-7805-1ß with no major anomalous abilities, besides the presumed ability to survive in a variety of different physical and atmospheric environments. Whether or not this is attributed to SCP-7805-1δ himself or to the inside of SCP-7805-1ß is unknown. Descriptions of other instances of SCP-7805 can be read in Addendum #6. Discovery: SCP-7805 was brought to the Foundation's attention on 10/3/2016, when the lead researcher of SCP-7057: Dr. Romilly (henceforth referred to as Subject 7805-A), was reportedly "acting strange" by their fellow researchers and was hence sent to Site-549's medical infirmary and after 30 minutes of silence finally mentioned their coming into contact with an anomalous bus. Following an interview with Subject 7805-A, the location of SCP-7805-1α was reported and restricted access to SCP-7805-1α was established. As a result of SCP-7805 seemingly targeting Subject 7805-A after certain experimentation on SCP-7057, it has been noted that a connection between SCP-7057 and SCP-7805 may exist. The nature of this connection is still under documentation. Addendum #1 - Transcript of Interview with Subject 7805-A Subject 7805-A Interview Information: Interview with Subject 7805-A was conducted on 12/3/2016 by interdimensional researcher Dr. Bradley Matthews at Site-549. Click to view: Interview Log - Subject 7805-A Interview Log: Subject 7805-A, Full Transcript INTERVIEW BEGINS AT 12/3/2016, 20:33 Subject 7805-A sits down. Dr. Matthews: Hello, Dr. Romilly. How are you today? Subject 7805-A: (quietly) I'm…okay, I guess. Dr. Matthews: Do you think you're ready to talk about your experience with SCP-7805? Subject 7805-A: Um…I think so. What do you want to know? Dr. Matthews: If you are comfortable doing so, I would like you to recount as much as you can about SCP-7805. Subject 7805-A: (Subject clears throat) Ok, so I was coming home after doing an experiment on SCP-7057 and I- Dr. Matthews: Hold that thought for a sec, Morgan. Which experiment was this? Subject 7805-A: (Subject looks confused) Uh…how is this relevant? Dr. Matthews: Trust me, it is very crucial we get every detail about what happened that day. So, what tests did you do on SCP-7057? Subject 7805-A: Okay, um…so we started by [REDACTED] Dr. Matthews: Alright, thanks for being honest and aiding our knowledge on SCP-7805. So, go on. You were coming home from work when… Subject 7805-A: So…I, uh…was heading to the bus stop I would usually wait at when I saw one much closer to here so I though: "Hey, this might save me some time!" So then, I… Subject 7805-A glances off into the distance. Dr. Matthews: Uh, Morgan? Will you be able to continue the interview? Subject 7805-A: Oh, uh…yeah, sure. I'm sorry. It's just quite overwhelming reliving it. So…I waited at this new stop when a bus stopped, like it usually would…and I didn't think too much of it, I just went on it like I usually do. Paid the fare, found a seat, dozed off a bit, you know, the usually things you do. Dr. Matthews: Yes, that makes sense. Can you tell me anything about the driver of this so-called bus? Subject 7805-A: Uh…not much, other then he just seemed like a normal dude. Took my money and just started driving. Nothing unusual. Dr. Matthews: Yeah? Okay, interesting…anything abnormal about the journey? Subject 7805-A: (Subject takes a deep breath) The, uh…first ride was pretty normal. You know…bus regularly stopping and starting as people leave and come on. Then…the, clears throat, the ride takes a turn. The outside seems to get much darker than it usually would at that time. Dr. Matthews: And what time was this at, Dr. Romilly? Subject 7805-A: I, uh…I'm not quite sure but it was around 16:04 when I boarded the bus and I'd say…20 minutes after when I started to notice something was wrong. Dr. Matthews: Okay so you'd say it was about 16:25, then? Subject 7805-A: Yeah around then. Sun doesn't usually set till well after. So anyway, I look outside my window and I see a dark blue sky, not too abnormal but still not quite right given the time. (Subject starts to speak faster) So I get a bit spooked when all of a sudden I see these strange looking plants with like neon-yellow leaves and hexagonal-shaped red flowers and so I start to freak out and I press the stop button and the bus stops at the next stop and I exit the bus and the driver gives me a weird look as I get off and then there I am in the middle of this weird place with freaky plants with no way to get back home and my phone stops working and- Dr. Matthews: Okay, okay, slow down, Dr. Romilly. Take a breather. Subject 7805-A takes a few deep breaths. Subject 7805-A: Okay, so I'm in this weird place and for a while I am freaking out. A few minutes pass and then I see a pair of headlights. And so I wave them down and see that it is another bus, however looks much more, let's say, steampunk-ish. Dr. Matthews: What do you mean by that exactly? Subject 7805-A: Oh, you know. Cogs and gears everywhere. Exhaust pipes in places where they probably shouldn't be. Even the driver was steampunk, wearing those weird goggles. Dr. Matthews: Could you talk a bit more about the driver of this bus? Subject 7805-A: Uh, ye. Nothing much to say about her, except for she wouldn't let me on the bus unless I played double the fare. I mean, of course I paid it; I had no other way to get out of here. Now for this one, I was much more alert and noticed the weird passengers on this bus. Pretty much none of them looked the same as another. All different shapes and sizes. I think I mighta seen a talking pig. Dr. Matthews: Alright, interesting…now where did this bus take you? Subject 7805-A: Fortunately, it took me back to the first stop. I thanked the driver so much and was in tears. Right before the bus arrived I actually was starting to get eyed by a scary-looking owl creature. I pushed that stop button so quickly. Dr. Matthews: Would you say that is an extensive enough recount of your experience? About 2 minutes pass before Subject 7805-A responds. Subject 7805-A: Uh…yeah. Anything else you want to hear? Dr. Matthews pulls out a map of the local area. Dr. Matthews: Could you show me on this map around whereabouts you would say this bus stop is? Subject 7805-A points to location of SCP-7805-1α on map. Dr. Matthews: Right here? Subject 7805-A nods. Dr. Matthews: Cool, we'll get our agents right on it. You're free to go. INTERVIEW CONCLUDES AT 12/3/2016, 20:56 Addendum #2 - Summary of SCP-7805 Experiments 01-05 Experiment No. Description Findings #01 One Class-D is told to enter SCP-7805-1ß without paying the bus fare The Class-D disappears and is never seen again. NOTE: Following this experiment, the number located on the outside wall of SCP-7805-1α changed from 2501 to 2502. #02 One Class-D with a tracking device implanted into the back of his neck is told to enter SCP-7805-1ß and pay the fare. He is also informed to avoid interaction with any passengers on the bus and the driver of the bus and that he is to do the same with any subsequent instance of SCP-7805-ß. The tracking device works for around five (5) minutes until seemingly falling out of range, occurring around 4km away from SCP-7805-1α. Nearly 1 hour passes before the Class-D returns back to SCP-7805-1α, on a pink and yellow bus with a vastly different shape to standard buses (This has now been allocated designation SCP-7805-4ß). Class-D reportedly went on three (3) bus rides in total, with their fares each costing more than the previous one. Descriptions on the locations and other instances of SCP-7805 were documented (See Addendum #6). #03 Three Class-D are told different instructions. First Subject (D-7805-3) is told to not pay the fare or interact with any passengers or drivers. Second Subject (D-7805-4) is told to pay the fare and not to interact with any passengers or drivers. Third Subject (D-7805-5) is told to pay the fare and to interact with all drivers and as many passengers as appropriate. D-7805-3 does not return. D-7805-4 and D-7805-5 do return after two bus rides, however the latter subject has a wounded left arm and a bruised right eye. According to recounts from both surviving subjects, SCP-7805-1δ pushed a special, blue button on the dashboard after D-7805-3 refused to pay the fare, causing the Subject to seemingly evaporate.2 D-7805-4 mentioned that the fare for the second bus ride was more than the first, however for D-7805-5 the fare was actually lower than the first. Based on this information, it appears interacting with the driver of the bus has an impact on the price of the buses.3 D-7805-5's injuries occurred after he talked to a disgruntled creature with a deformed face. However, interaction with other passengers did result in both valuable conversation regarding the nature of SCP-7805 and D-7805-5's receiving of a decorated box.4 The key point of information that D-7805-5 found from conversing with passengers was that SCP-7805 is a large bus service-network with the ability to transport between different realities. #04 Two Class-D are given slightly different instructions. Both are told to pay the correct fare and to interact with the bus driver. One is told to only interact with SCP-7805-δs, while the other is told to interact with passengers as well. Neither Subjects return. Reason unknown due to absence of documentation. NOTE: The number on SCP-7805-1α changed from 2502 to 2504 after this incident. EDIT: Further knowledge of this incident has been provided through the improved ability to communicate with the driver. Both were perfectly safe during the ride on SCP-7805-1ß. Health problems began when they entered a different reality (Dimension-7805-5) which, according to SCP-7805-1δ's testimony, seems to have had vastly different laws of physics to ours, causing their bodies to implode upon exiting SCP-7805-1ß. #05 Two Class-D wearing specialised suits5 are given similar instructions. Both are told to pay the correct fare and to interact with only the bus driver. One is told to get off the bus normally (D-7805-8), while the other is told to stay on the bus as long as possible (D-7805-9). D-7805-9, returns to SCP-7805-1α well before D-7805-8. Disciplinary action was underway until the Subject explained that he had figured out how to communicate with SCP-7805-1δ and hence was able to tell him to return to SCP-7805-1α (For more information, see Addendum #5). D-7805-8 returns an hour later with a profusely bleeding right arm. She stated it was caused by a hostile creature residing in the second alternate dimension she was taken to. This Subject reportedly went on four bus rides before returning back, however not much information was gathered on these locations as she soon after dropped dead from immense blood loss, despite the medic's best efforts. Addendum #3 - Discussion with Ethics Committee regarding use of Class-D personnel in the experimentation of SCP-7805 To: Ethics Committee From: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) Subject: Review on use of Class-D personnel on experimentation of SCP-7805 Attachment: SCP-7805 Experiments 01-05 Compiled Sent: 29/2/2016, 15:42 Dear Sir/Madam of the Ethics Committee, Attached is a document detailing experiments done to further understand the nature of SCP-7805. Each of these experiments required the use of Class-D personnel, with some of them unfortunately being either KIA or MIA. I would like to add that these casualties and injuries appear to be largely related to the misuse of SCP-7805 and hence blame could be accurately placed on the harmed individuals themselves. However, instruction from researchers given to these Class-D personnel may have influenced their actions to result in harm. Therefore, I propose experimentation with the use of Class-D subjects continue under measured regulation, ensuring as little harm is caused to them as possible. I think we're close to an important discovery, and this anomaly could definitely be useful in the capturing of dangerous and escaped anomalies. - Director Hugh Bradley Staff of the SCP Foundation Head of Site 549 To: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) From: Ethics Committee Subject: RE: Review on use of Class-D personnel on experimentation of SCP-7805 Sent: 7/3/2016, 17:00 Greetings Director Bradley, Your request has been reviewed and your concerns addressed. As a result, the following conditions have been placed on the continued experimentation of SCP-7805: Personnel boarding SCP-7805-1ß must wear specialised suits at all times during research. Personnel are to pay the correct fare for boarding any instance of SCP-7805-ß. Interaction with passengers on SCP-7805-ß are to be limited and to only occur when it would otherwise result in creating hostility with the passenger(s). All experiments on SCP-7805 must be recorded through cameras attached to the suits of boarding personnel. Kind regards, Ethics Committee. Addendum #4 - Summary of Experiments 06-11 Experiment No. Description Findings #06 One Class-D is to follow the Communication Guide (See Addendum #5), to travel to Dimension-7805-2. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. Subject reportedly travels to what is now classified as Dimension-7805-7, which is notably similar in appearance to Dimension-7805-2 however was not the same, possessing a green sky as opposed to a red one. To our knowledge, the subject was using the Communication Guide correctly. More testing of this guide will follow. #07 Two Class-D are to both travel without the Communication Guide on SCP-7805-1ß and with the Communication Guide on every subsequent bus to return to SCP-7805-1α. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. Only one of the Class-D return, D-7805-12. She is unable to inform how the other Subject disappeared. To her knowledge, the two of them both said the same directions in-line with the Communication Guide. Reason for this complication is unknown. #08 D-7805-12 and one other Class-D are to use the Communication Guide to travel to Dimension-7805-2, take photos of the sky, ground and bus stop, then return to our dimension. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. D-7805-12 returns with the correct photos of Dimension-7805-2 in 23 minutes. The other subject, D-7805-13, returns with the correct photos in 51 minutes. D-7805-13 informs that they figured out an alternate way to use the Communication Guide, which appears to be linked to each individual (For more information, see Addendum #5). #09 D-7805-13 and one other Class-D are to use the updated Communication Guide to travel to Dimension-7805-3, take photos of the sky, ground and bus stop, then return to our dimension. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. D-7805-13 returns with the correct photos of Dimension-7805-3 in 19 minutes. D-7805-14 returns back with the correct photos in 30 minutes. Both subjects used the Communication Guide and it appeared to work correctly. #10╓╫ ERrOr! This log has either been corrupted or removed from the database due to dangerous and/or sensitive information. Contact your RAISA supervisor for more information. #11 Three Class-D are to attempt to find a book with knowledge of SCP-7805 in the Wanderer's library, take it from the library, then return to our dimension. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. Only one subject returns, D-7805-29. He, quote: "Bolted the fuck away from those terrifying snake lovin' bitches". D-7805-28 was reportedly incapacitated by members of the Serpent's Hand7 when looking for a rose-gold covered book, which D-7805-29 states is what SCP-7805-1δ said the book would look like. D-7805-27 and D-7805-29 were able to retreat to SCP-7805-13ß safely. Unfortunately, two other members of the Serpent's Hand8 were passengers on the bus and recognised the Foundation logo on D-7805-27's suit. They proceeded to stab D-7805-27 a total of 34 times before SCP-7805-13ß arrived at SCP-7805-1α, where D-7805-29 exited the bus as hastily as possible. ~Dir. Bradley - While these experiments did result in a lot of deceased Class-D, it did show that this anomaly could be used to reach anomalous places we haven't been able to before. This could very well be used to save people under the effects of a Nexus… Addendum #5 - SCP-7805-δ Communication Guide THE REQUESTED FILE HAS BEEN DELETED THROUGH DATA CORRUPTION TRIGGERED BY AN INCIDENT AT SITE-549.9 WE APOLOGISE FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE THIS MAY CAUSE. Addendum #6 - Descriptions of Buses, Drivers, Bus Stops and Locations The below table includes descriptions of instances of SCP-7805 and locations that it has sent people to. Click to view: Descriptions of SCP-7805 Descriptions of Buses, Drivers, Bus Stops and Locations - Abridged Version Descriptions of SCP-7805-ß Instances Name Description Discovery SCP-7805-1ß Standard left-hand drive blue bus with no significant markings save from the number 12 written in white lettering on the front of the bus. Inside, all seats and walls are light-grey, all made out of standard material. Driven by SCP-7805-1δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-1α, SCP-7805-1δ and Earth in our universe. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. Has appeared every time SCP-7805's effect has occurred. SCP-7805-2ß Standard-sized left-hand drive bronze bus with many visible cogs and gears. Its exhaust releases an excess amount of CO2. Only significant marking is the number "35" in black lettering on the front of the bus. Inside, all seats and walls are brown and appear to be made of leather. Driven by SCP-7805-2δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-2α, SCP-7805-2δ and Dimension-7805-1. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. Has only appeared one other time after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10.10 … SCP-7805-4ß Pink and yellow right-hand drive bus with a standard capacity however has an arched floor and a triangular roof. Only significant marking is the number "416" in dark-grey lettering on the front of the bus. Inside, all seats and walls are pale-yellow, all made out of standard material. Driven by SCP-7805-4δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-4α, SCP-7805-4δ and Dimension-7805-3. First seen on 24/5/2016 by D-7805-2. Last seen on 2/12/2018 by D-7805-13 and D-7805-14 during Experiment #09. … SCP-7805-6ß Small-sized dark-red right-hand drive bus with many heavily-tinted square windows. Only significant markings are 1) the number/letter combination "8S" in white lettering with black outlining on the front of the bus and 2) a list of rules written on the inside walls of the bus.11 Inside, all seats and walls are light-grey, all made out of standard material. Driven by SCP-7805-6δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-6α, SCP-7805-6δ and Dimension-7805-6. First seen on 14/8/2016 by D-7805-9. Has not been seen since. SCP-7805-7ß Small-sized white and red left-hand drive bus with white-tinted windows. Only significant marking is the number/letter combination "50S" in red lettering on the front of the bus. Driven by SCP-7805-7δ. While knowledge on SCP-7805-7ß's origins is limited, the designation SCP-7805-7α has been reserved for future discovery. First seen on 14/8/2016 by D-7805-8. Has not been seen since. SCP-7805-8ß Black and gold right-hand drive bus with standard capacity however adopts a cubic shape in place of a standard bus shape. Only significant marking is the number "256" in silver lettering on the front of the bus. Inside, all seats and walls are red, all made out of standard material but with extra cushioning. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-8α, SCP-7805-8δ and Dimension-7805-8. First seen on 16/8/2018 by D-7805-11 and D-7805-12. Has not been seen since. … SCP-7805-1Oß/BU5╙▌ ~NO ENTRY EXISTS~ … SCP-7805-13ß Dark-green left-hand drive bus with yellow spots and a standard capacity, however appears to have a lower ceiling and a longer body. Only significant markings are 1) the number/letter combination "G14" in white lettering on the front of the bus and 2) an image of "a tree with the trunk replaced with a snake's head" on the inside walls of the bus.12 Driven by SCP-7805-13δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-13α, SCP-7805-13δ and a gateway leading to Nx-01 (The Wanderer's Library). First seen on 15/6/2020 by D-7805-27 and D-7805-29. Has not been seen since. Descriptions of SCP-7805-δ Instances Name Description Discovery SCP-7805-1δ Appears to be a Caucasian, elderly male possessing balding white hair, hazel eyes and a dark-blue driving uniform with the name: "Robert McZimmerman" sewn on his left lapel in white lettering. He is the only known person to drive SCP-7805-1ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-1α, SCP-7805-1ß and Earth in our universe. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. He has appeared every time SCP-7805's effect has occurred. SCP-7805-2δ Appears to be a European, middle-aged female possessing long brown hair, brown eyes, a pair of bronze aviator goggles and a brown-grey driving uniform with the name: "Emma Federica" sewn on her left lapel in bronze lettering. She is the only known person to drive SCP-7805-2ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-2α, SCP-7805-2ß and Dimension-7805-1. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. She has only appeared one other time after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10. … SCP-7805-4δ Appears to be a gender-neutral humanoid possessing hot-pink skin, long red hair, blue eyes and a white driving uniform with the name: "Bubbles Blessing" sewn on their left lapel in pink lettering. They are the only known humanoid to drive SCP-7805-4ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-4α, SCP-7805-4ß and Dimension-7805-3. First seen on 24/5/2016 by D-7805-2. They were last seen on 2/12/2018 by D-7805-13 and D-7805-14 during Experiment #09. SCP-7805-5δ Appears to be a Spanish adult male possessing short black hair, brown eyes and a light-grey driving uniform with the name: "Marcio Jaime" sewn on his left lapel in dark-grey lettering. He is the only known person to drive SCP-7805-5ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-5α, SCP-7805-5ß and Dimension-7805-4. First seen on 19/6/2016 by D-7805-4 and D-7805-5. He has not been seen since. … SCP-7805-13δ Appears to be a humanoid with a shadow-like appearance. No details are able to be distinguished due to its unique appearance. They are the only known humanoid to drive SCP-7805-13ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-13α, SCP-7805-13ß and a gateway leading to Nx-01 (The Wanderer's Library). First seen on 15/6/2020 by D-7805-27 and D-7805-29. Has not been seen since. Descriptions of SCP-7805-α Instances Name Description Discovery SCP-7805-1α Dark-green bus shelter. Very worn with an equally worn out simple bicycle rack beside it. Markings include a green "Bus Stop" sign, a yellow "Signal Driver" sign and a four-digit white number (currently reads 2514). Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-1ß, SCP-7805-1δ and Earth in our universe. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. It is the key location where SCP-7805's effect occurs. SCP-7805-2α Light-grey, solid concrete bus shelter, shaped like a rectangular prism with one face removed. Has a "bench" created similarly to the shelter itself. Only significant marking is a three-digit number carved into the underneath of the bench (last known to read 748). Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-2ß, SCP-7805-2δ and Dimension-7805-1. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. Has only appeared one other time after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10. … SCP-7805-6α A single bright-red bench. Appears to be very polished. Only significant marking is the number "444" written in white paint on the left-side of the bench. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-6ß, SCP-7805-6δ and Dimension-7805-6. First seen on 14/8/2016 by D-7805-9. Has not been seen since. … SCP-7805-9α Silver bus shelter containing a bench. Moderately worn. Only significant marking is the presence of three unknown symbols written in red lettering on the concrete directly in front of SCP-7805-9α. These are presumed to be some kind of numbering system due to the presence of similar markings found on all discovered instances of SCP-7805-α. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-9ß, SCP-7805-9δ and Dimension-7805-9. First seen on 27/10/2018 by D-7805-13. Last seen after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10. … SCP-7805-13α Contains only a green sign with a picture of a book with the number seven written in the center, all in yellow print. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-13ß, SCP-7805-13δ and Nx-01. It is believed that this bus stop may be under the possession of the Serpent's Hand, what this may entail is presently unknown. First seen on 15/6/2020 by D-7805-27, -28 and -29. Descriptions of locations reached through use of SCP-7805 Name Description Discovery Dimension-7805-1 Key natural features include a dark-blue sky, a large amount of greenery made up of neon-yellow bushes sprouting red hexagonal flowers and pink tree-like pillars all around. Key artificial features include a road with a few standard streetlights and SCP-7805-2α on the side of the road. No natural life has been seen in this dimension. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. Has only appeared one other time after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10. Dimension-7805-2 Key natural features include a red sky, fields of black grass, grey saplings with dark-blue leaves growing along the "road" and short white bulbs growing abundantly within the fields. Only natural life found in the dimension are small pink insects (Permission to begin experimentation on these lifeforms is currently being processed). Possesses many similar properties to Dimension-7805-7.14 First seen on 24/5/2016 by D-7805-2. Last seen on 27/10/2018 by D-7805-12 and D-7805-13 during Experiment #08. … Dimension-7805-5 Not much is known about this dimension, aside from its possession of physical laws that contrast ours. Realities such as these should be avoided as much as possible, as even while wearing the specialised suits it is likely this drastic change in conditions will result in either the dismemberment or serious injury of personnel. Presumably first seen on 6/7/2016 by D-7805-6 and D-7805-7. Has not been seen since. … Dimension-7805-7 Key natural features include a green sky, fields of black grass, grey trees with purple leaves growing along the "road" and short white drooping plants similar in shape to morel mushrooms growing abundantly within the fields. Possesses a similar appearance to Dimension-7805-2. First seen on 4/7/2018 by D-7805-10 in an attempt to reach Dimension-7805-2 through use of the Communication Guide. Has not been seen since. … Wanderer's Library For more information on Nx-01, click here. Known by the Foundation since 1955. Travelled to through use of SCP-7805 by D-7805-27, D-7805-28 and D-7805-29 on 15/6/2020. Addendum #7 - Status on the Classification of SCP-7805 SCP-7805 has now been classified as belonging to Object Class:Aisna as of 26/8/2022 due to its ability to transport anomalous beings to any location they please, in effect producing them. Re-classification to Thaumiel has been denied due to the great risk these anomalies may cause especially if regularly used by Foundation personnel. It is unknown why no anomalous beings have exited the bus at SCP-7805-1a, however the leading theory may be that the majority of SCP-7805-ß riding anomalies have no desire to disrupt our planet. Click to view: Archive of the Classification of SCP-7805 Archive of communications regarding the Classification of SCP-7805 To: Head Dir. Hoffman (Head of Interdimensional Sites) From: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) Subject: Request for the use of SCP-7805 in future containment missions Sent: 12/8/2022, 12:09 Good afternoon Director Hoffman, I'm sending this email to request that we open up SCP-7805 to be used by Foundation agents to capture other anomalies. While there is the slight risk that dangerous anomalies may be passengers on these buses, and that seeing members wearing Foundation issued suits could provoke them, I think that this situation would be too rare to occur and that the risk is worth the benefit that this anomaly could provide. Hope you consider this change of classification. Regards, - Director Hugh Bradley Staff of the SCP Foundation Head of Site 549 To: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) From: Head Dir. Hoffman (Head of Interdimensional Sites) CC: RAISA Supervisor Nicole Farnham Subject: RE: Request for the use of SCP-7805 in future containment missions Sent: 19/8/2022, 15:14 Dear Dir. Bradley, Your request has been reviewed and we have decided to move to the next stage in classification. Nicole Farnham (RAISA Supervisor for Interdimensional Sites) has been CC'ed in this email and will begin testing of SCP-7805 on 22/8/2022. - Head Director Ned Hoffman Staff of the SCP Foundation Head Director of Interdimensional Sites (Site-186, Site-368, Site-549, Site-719, Site-852) To: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) From: RAISA Supervisor Nicole Farnham Subject: RE:RE: Request for the use of SCP-7805 in future containment missions Sent: 26/8/2022, 17:00 Director Hugh Bradley, Thanks for your coordination with this operation. - Nicole Farnham Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) To contact us, please call 555-7592 Business hours: 8am-6pm, All days. Addendum #8 - Warning Message from Interdimensional Research Regulation Department (IRRD) Click to view: Warning Issued By IRRD Regarding Use of SCP-7805 Warning Issued By IRRD Regarding Use of SCP-7805 The appearance of objects other than SCP-7805-1ß emerging in front of SCP-7805-1α has indeed been observed at an increasing rate. We believe that this may be a sign that the convex point between our universe and others may be opening further, which could result in a collision with these realities. We have decided to label this the Great Convergence (GC) K-Class Scenario and have deemed it too dangerous to continue experimentation on SCP-7805 in hopes that this might slow down or even repair any damage done to the universal boundaries. Only time will tell. ~Dir. Bradley - As a result of the contents of this notice, all on-site research personnel will be relieved of their duties and sent back to work on other anomalies at Site-549 effective immediately. Footnotes 1. This number has noticeably changed three times over the course of experimentation and exploration and currently reads 2514. 2. Although it is unknown whether D-7805-3 is incapacitated or not, he has been documented as deceased. 3. After many more experiments, this effect is tied to each individual and still occurs even after months have passed since the last bus ride one has taken. 4. No anomalous properties have been found to exert from this item, however experimentation is ongoing. 5. For more information, contact your RAISA supervisor. 6. Following this experiment, the number on SCP-7805-1α changed from 2504 to 2514. 7. These members are currently unidentified. 8. These two members have been identified and research on them is ongoing. 9. This incident occurred during procedures prescribed in accordance with the EVERSOR Initiative. During the process of neutralizing low-level anomalies at Site-549 and deconstructing their relative containment procedures, a miscalculation in the power allocation of the facility resulted in the corruption of some documents. Fortunately, documents affected appear to be of little value to the Foundation as a whole. 10. NULL: Record not found. 11. This was reportedly how D-7805-9 managed to communicate how to return to SCP-7805-1α. 12. This has been identified as the logo of the Serpent's Hand. 13. It is believed after this event SCP-7805-9α was destroyed, resulting in the inability to travel to Dimension-7805-9. 14. It is unknown if Dimension-7805-2 and Dimension-7805-7 could be the same reality or in some way related realities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7805" by FacelessPolarBear, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7805. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Special Containment Procedures Three copies of SCP-7806 are kept in Low-Yield Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. No attempts to acquire further copies are to be made at this time. Staff are permitted to view SCP-7806 for research purposes. Requests for recreational access must be denied, and promptly reported to the Ethics Committee. Description SCP-7806 is a Blu-Ray box set compiling episodes of Ali's Knees, an unaired television program purportedly dedicated to filming the knees of Swedish actress Alicia Amanda Vikander in widescreen closeup. Footage focuses on Vikander's knees exclusively. Each episode is twenty-four hours in length, and covers one full day in its protagonist's life at an unspecified date. Each copy of SCP-7806 displays Vikander's knees from a different angle. The angle will occasionally shift, and digital editing is occasionally in evidence, apparently to prevent anything other than Vikander's knees from appearing in the frame. Once the viewer has witnessed a full episode, they are required to insert the next disc into their machine to resume playback; any footage which would have been presented during the time required to perform this action will be missed. Once the full set of discs has been exhausted, the viewer is presented with a 1-800 telephone number for use in ordering the next 'season'. Each season is equivalent to one calendar month. Two attempts have been made to call the provided number. The first returned a busy signal, and the second was blocked. Due to the tight focus, video editing, and uncertain date, confirmation of the subject's identity is impossible. No concealed cameras have been discovered in Vikander's presence, and she is unaware of the existence of this program. Discovery Three copies of SCP-7806 and a 'burner' cellphone were recovered during a raid of an anomalous media shop in Lincoln, Nebraska on 8 October 2022. The phone contained text message records apparently representing the negotiations which resulted in SCP-7806's creation. A full transcript is provided below. Mari McPhaerson calling dado! We at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media are overjoyed to hear from you again. right okay you are receiving dado demand for make recompense after disastrous very bad first deal, yes Can't say I agree with that characterization, fella, but we sure did get your request! I'll need a little clarification before we can proceed, though. dado has already explained this dado talked to the moose Well that's great, and very progressive of you I might add, but you must have misunderstood our complaints directory. You should have selected "human operator." The moose operator is strictly for moose complaints. Nobody in the human complaints department speaks moose, and all I've got here is a complaint in moose-speak. okay weird but okay dado is demand new media product of dados choosing as recompsen recompnse compensation You want us to make more media for you?! Well, why didn't you say so! We're very excited to be partnering with your fine financial figure once more. no no partners u make media, dado sell no partners I see. You're asking us to produce a media program, and then sign away the rights to you? yes dado demands exclusive vikanders knees media project You know, I think we've got just the thing? I bet you'll be really pleased with how this turns out. wait dado has instructions for media hello hello Despite the apparent commercial intent behind this conversation, and its obvious results, there is no indication that dado ever attempted to sell SCP-7806. McPhaerson eventually resumed contact to determine the reason; these records were also recovered at the scene. Howdy, partner! not partners Wow. We brought a beautiful media baby into the world together, and it all meant nothing to you? That's really hurtful, man. what u want It's like we don't even know each other anymore. You've been so distant! For example: you never put Ali's Knees on the open marketplace of ideas, where it could grow and flourish into a pillar of global media. Now I have to ask — even though the thought is patently ridiculous, it's right here in the script I got from our lawyers — are you in some way dissatisfied with our product? no is that all u there Sorry, you're not upset about Ali's Knees? Not at all? Obviously the content is unimpeachable, but we thought maybe you didn't like the box art, or the title. We considered calling it da Ali's Knees do, but almost nobody in the office thought the gag was landing. It played well with the moose audience, though. I think. whatever whatever Just to be clear: you do still plan to release this program to the teeming masses, right? no I don't understand. k Alright, well, I have to come clean. Those aren't Alicia Vikander's knees at all. They're my knees. Are you watching? I'll move them. I moved them. Were you watching? dado is satisfied with arrangement You're just going to sit on an entire warehouse of knee photography? dado is satisfied Call records show that the phone was also used, twice, to call the 1-800 number appearing at the end of each season of SCP-7806. Update: On 13 November 2022, each copy of SCP-7806 in Foundation possession was spontaneously altered via unknown means. The program is now entitled Moosonee, and consists of realtime footage of the eponymous Canadian town from a static position high above the Moose River. Each episode begins with an unexplicated title card: SCP-7806 title card. Further updates to this file are pending, as largely unsuccessful attempts to sell the first forty-seven seasons of SCP-7806 have subsequently flooded the open market. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7806" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7806. Licensed under CC-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: AlisKnees.jpg Name: Ballerina Baby Bun Author: John Spade License: CC BY 2.0 Source: [flickr] Filename: Moosonee.jpg Name: Moosonee downtown aerial Author: 40rev License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: [Wikimedia Commons] |
SCP-7807 | euclid | SCP-7807 Byㅤ ESB2109 Published on 29 Dec 2023 23:51 close Info X SCP-7807: Operation Noble Arms Author: ESB2109 Notes: Hello! Welcome to SCP-7807, also known as "Operation Noble Arms". Before you read the ‘initial’ article, please keep in mind it includes spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. That is intentional. This is the second article in the HMAC Series, the first being SCP-7740. This article isn’t perfect, and will need improvement, but nonetheless I’m quite proud of if. Please, if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism. Please please put it in the discuss page or DM it to me. Thank you, and Enjoy! Please read before continuing ↑ Item#: 7807 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Circumscription Procedural Order: Divergence-7807 specimen are to be contained within 35x35x35cm polycarbonate containment units during capture, transportation and containment. Units are to be stored and contained at the Avis Storage Facility in Singapore, officially Commonwealth-Site-12. Units are to be well lit at all times. Reports of divergence-7807 specimens by any local or national authority is to be responded to with immediate effect, with operations led by SOG-1644 "Avian Flu" in conjunction with local authorities. The specimens must be fed once per day. The diet must consist of solely raw avian breast. The caretakers must never be seen by specimens, or they will be reminded of the outside world. Description: Divergence-7807 specimens are an anomaly resembling a "Treron vernans", referred to commonly as the "Pink-necked green pigeon". They differ as the specimens do not have bones, instead incredibly lightweight flesh fills to spaces. As a result, they are incredibly quick during flight and have been notoriously difficult to contain. Divergence-7807 was first recognised by Dr. Jack Armagh in 1912 in the Crown Colony of Labuan. Since identification, 237 separate accounts have been recorded, within Malaysia, Singapore, Brunei and Sri Lanka, during times as colonies and later independent states. Reports have also been made by the Dutch East Indies, and later the Indonesian Governments. Instances where Divergence-7807 has been seen in the wild, it often has been hostile to other species, including native and non-native species. It is indiscriminate on whom it attacks. Incident Report: 23/02/1999 Incident: Power Failure at Commonwealth-Site-12. 16 Divergences escaped containment as a result. Divergences became aggressive and used force against caretakers. 6 Caretakers terminated and 8 injured - 2 hospitalised & 6 treated for minor wounds. Action Taken: Caretakers issued L131A1 semi-automatic pistols and L74A1 "Remington 870" Pump-Action Shotguns. Containment cell doors no longer to be electrically powered. Biological Study of Divergence-7807: In 2007, Dr. Albert Victorious would be granted permission from Site Manager ██████████████ to perform a dissection on a specimen. In his study, Dr. Victorious would have the specimen terminated and dissected. He would come to the conclusion the "meaty bone", as described by Dr. Victorious is constantly decaying at rapid rates, which would be argued to be the cause for their constant hunger for more protein. File Maintenance - Login ID af84448520875d1019fb0ab4b0f887fa_1734915564 PASSWORD 309b714de7d15d5ae900987c0bb5cec6_1734915564 Login Logout To: VICE-CHAIRMAN T. EMPSON (tni.pcs.scihte|NOSPME.T#tni.pcs.scihte|NOSPME.T) From: REAR ADMIRAL O. PARKS (ku.dom.letni|skraP.aivilO#ku.dom.letni|skraP.aivilO) Subject: OPERATION NOBLE ARMS WARNING — THIS IS AN EXTERNAL EMAIL TO [SCP FOUNDATION, ETHICS COMMITTEE] . BE AWARE OF POTENTIAL MALWARE Good day, sir. I see you have found the operation files easily enough. Your friends over at the foundation and members of our organisation who do not need this file will struggle to find this hidden on a bullshitted file on pigeons. It is a very rudimentary file, but it's believable enough to convince anyone who stumbles across it. Now, to get to business - Operation Noble Arms. As was suggested by your committee, we have devised the plan which we can use to restore ethics to the SCP Foundation and bring protection to the citizens of the Commonwealth and beyond. This is a file that is supposed to be easily read by senior officials which are collaborating with the project, with SOG & MTF operatives, along with any other collaborators are to receive only the information they need to know. Please give it a read, and let me know what you think. The sooner, the better. God Save the King, Rear Admiral Olivia Parks, Special Operations Division Commander - His Majesty's Anomaly Service Item#: NOBLE ARMS Level5 Containment Class: necessary Secondary Class: ethical Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: vital link to memo The Cause: For much of the SCP Foundation's history, the Foundation has had 3 goals: Secure, Contain, Protect. The Founders aimed to do so as ethically and righteously as possible. But now it could be argued the foundation has deviated and abandoned these principles, turning into an unethical organisation. The Foundation's Class-D Personnel have been mistreated and abused, causing unnecessary deaths for the sake of science and amusement of other staff. The SCPF Ethics Committee has a goal to ensure the moral and ethical boundaries are being upheld, and protecting the foundation from itself, and its true horror. Despite this, their efforts have not been effective enough. Therefore, His Majesty's Anomaly Service, working in the interests of its Commonwealth citizens and the greater protection of humanity and ethics, has designated a plan, in conjunction with the Ethics Committee to restore morality to this corrupted organisation. This plan, is Operation Noble Arms. Plan Overview: On the morning of [UNDECIDED], a coalition of SCP Task Forces and HMAS Special Operation Groups will begin raids and mutinies at numerous SCPF Sites worldwide. This will include securing and utilising anomalies to our advantage to ensure victory. The operation will begin with Special Operation Group-221 beginning an ariel assault on SCP Site-44, attempting to secure the facility during nightfall. Utilising insider agents, site barracks and armouries will be sabotaged and destroyed. Once Site-44 is securely in the control of Ethics Committee and HMAS, raids will begin in various Cryptozoological sites and holding centres across the British Isles. Lord Rowan Douglas of Site-12 has pledged his security forces to securing Site-12. This, along with the site's low security otherwise should bring a swift detainment of senior site personnel. All documentation and research information found at Site-12 is to be repossessed and legally deemed property of His Majesty's Government and controlled by His Majesty's Anomaly Service. During the raids of SCPF facilities in the British Isles, His Majesty's Government, in conjunction with the Office of Communications (OFCOM) and British Telecom Group plc (BT) will perform operations to cut off British and Commonwealth SCPF Facilities from other facilities internationally. Once a majority of Facilities within the British Isles and Commonwealth are secured, major SCPF facilities in other nations will begin, Including facilities in the People's Republic of China, the Russian Federation and the United States of America. This will include Site-01 - Headquarters of the SCPF Overseer Council. It will be hoped this will be a rapid Coup d'état of the Overseer Council, and is hoped to have little bloodshed. The Overseer Council - Site-01: Site-01's location has been revealed by Agent Mince-Pie1. As a result, we will strike the heart of the Overseer Council (known colloquially as O5). Mobile Task Force Omega-1 "Law's Left Hand" will attempt to raid the site on behalf of the Ethics Committee. It is likely that the attempted seizure of the site will be met with heavy resistance from Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand”). MTF-Omega-1 will be joined by Special Operations Group-473 to provide support and capture the site. This is expected to be a bloody and vicious battle, likely the fiercest resistance seen during the coup. In line with the rules of engagement and the goals of the Ethics Committee, members of the Overseer Council are to be captured and detained. Despite this, if members pose a risk of escape or jeopardy to the mission, they are to be terminated. Ethical Utilisation of Anomalies: During the overthrowing of the Overseer Council and loyalist elements, anomalous objects and entities will fall into hands of our coalition. MTF Forces and researchers specialising in anomalies will be encouraged with amnesty to continue their operations under Coalition command. Anomalous artefacts which can be used to our advantage will be utilised to ensure the securing of the Foundation into capable hands. SCP-1290 , for example, can be utilised for rapid transportation to Columbia and the rest of South America. SCP-1290-1 is located in Singapore, which will be secured by SOG-69, which is located in the Commonwealth Nation. International Relations: This operation will cause strains in the international community, between the United Nations Member States and various other intranational and international organisations, such as the Global Occult Coalition. All 56 sovereign states within the Commonwealth Nations have agreed to these operations and will commit political assistance and will provide reinforcements within their territories if necessary. Intelligence regarding the United Nations Global Occult Coalition has shown that they are likely to support our cause in the removal of the vicious and unethical Overseer authority. New Governance of the Foundation: At the presumed success off the Coup d'état, governance and management of the Foundation will be divided between the coalition of the Ethics Committee and His Majesty's Anomaly Service. The Interim Committee of Emergency Governance is to be established, made of representatives from collaborators from the former Foundation's departments & committees, along with members representing the Global Occult Coalition and His Majesty's Anomaly Service. A Final Message, to all participating forces: A short message, which will be broadcast to collaborating units of HMAS and Ethics Committee aligned forces. Written by Rear Admiral Olivia Parks. "Today is a day we put up a fight. We may have different reasons for why we will each put up our fight; perhaps it’s for our families blissfully unaware of our service, or for our brothers in arms who fell before us, it may be for King and Country, or it may even be common human decency. Whatever you may hold in you, you hold in your heart. It is your fuel, your flame. Let your flame burn together men; burn not just for a better foundation, but to also burn for humanity. If there truly is some omnipotent figure watching us, may they offer us strength and mercy for our ignited souls, so we may blaze in righteous glory!" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7807" by ESB2109, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7807. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7808 | euclid | NOTICE: The following file is unreviewed by a senior containment specialist and may contain errors or inaccuracies. Please make use of the recommended safety protocols provided to you. Item #: SCP-81-7808-AC-1411 Special Containment Procedures: I have to keep it in any small containment cell that's free, preferably near my office. Remember to keep my hands covered while near the object. Containment of SCP-81-7808-AC-141 has been reassigned to Site Director Marshall Kombs. Rewritten containment procedures and description pending. Description: It's a small ring that is magnetically anomalously attracted to hands. Once it gets on you, it stabs several spines into your finger and starts to suck the life2 out of you. Currently attached to Audrey's hand in containment cell 81-A4, a floor above my office. (Logan Avers, Room 141 at Site 81.) Addendum: ADVISORY Hello, LOGAN AVERS, Following the excessive surge of anomalous phenomena worldwide, the Foundation has regretfully been forced to assign various low threat anomalies to qualifying staff members. As a Junior Researcher, you have been selected to document, catalog, keep track of, and contain a low-threat anomalous object. Please talk to your site's director for assignment and resources that you may need in containment. Thank you for assisting the Foundation's greater goal of safety and normalcy, and please remain updated as we attempt to maintain the Veil in these trying times. For more information, please call [NUMBER REMOVED]3 or talk to your quadrant's AI Construct (AIC). — Jonathan Bell, Director of Budget and Human Resources Terminal #141 ------ Welcome, Logan Avers! ------ Please enter password to continue. audreyaverslove Thank you! Please wait to be connected with your quadrant's AIC. Waiting List: You are currently the 8404th user in line. Estimated Wait Time: 4.6 days. If you are in need of immediate help, please close the terminal and ask your fellow employees. Have a wonderful day! /priority Waiting List: You are currently the 2477th user in the priority queue. Estimated Wait Time: 22 hours. If you are in need of immediate help, please close the terminal and dial [NUMBER REMOVED]. Have a wonderful day! please help me If you are in need of immediate help, please close the terminal and dial [NUMBER REMOVED]. /msg Site Director Marshall Kombs Paging . . . Marshall Kombs is busy at the moment. Leave a message? If you don't answer me, I'm coming to your office and killing you myself you fucking bastard. Message sent! View Response? /y Hi, Logan. You might think that I've forgotten about you, but I haven't. The automated response that was sent to you was completely insensitive out of context, and I can totally see how something like that being sent to you in such a time of loss may have been infuriating. I want you to know that in times like these, we don't always have the liberty to respond to every email manually - the issues that you're having are the same over here, just a few levels up. I've just authorized your transfer to a different anomaly, and optionally a new office and dormitory, all you have to do is message your current senior researcher for finalization. I'm sorry I can't handle things on my own, I'm swamped with work at the moment. I've sent flowers, but I can't guarantee when they'll get to your office. I promise I'll be thinking about you. Respectfully yours, - Marshall Kombs P.S - I'm letting this slide because I know that I'm partially responsible for what happened to you. You have a right to be angry, but please refrain from telling your superiors that you're going to kill them. Many of them aren't as understanding as I am. /msg S. Researcher Jacob Beere Paging . . . Hey, Logan. What's up? Jacob. I want to off this fucking anomaly, and I want three months leave. I can't get you three months leave, but I can get you reassigned, if you like. Why, what happened? It killed Audrey. …The ring? Yeah. It's pending reclassification from Safe to Euclid, but of course with the chaos going on around the site it's going to take a month. I'm sorry I couldn't have been more help. It's fine, Jacob. Thanks for being there. Did you message Kombs? Yeah. I actually got a response, which is rare. Told me to talk to you. Really rare. He's dealing with at least three hundred anomalies on his own, and overseeing about two thousand. He must feel terrible for assigning a Junior Researcher an object that wasn't safe. I'm guessing that the object's magnetic pull gets stronger over time. We woke up one morning with a hole in our ceiling and a ring on her finger. After that, it was just a matter of days before she bled out. Did you try cutting off the hand? … Logan, what happened? I requisitioned a saw from the medical department, but they were so backed up they couldn't deliver our request. So, we got the biggest, heaviest metal door we could find, and slammed it on her hand over and over again until it got mangled to the point we could pull it off. Did it work? … it went to the other hand almost immediately. Footnotes 1. Assigned to Junior Researcher Logan Avers, Employee I.D. 81/141 2. Marrow? Blood? 3. Number removed due to insufficient staffing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7808" by notoriouss, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7808. Licensed under CC-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-7809 | safe | SCP-7809 upon resurfacing. Item #: SCP-7809 Special Containment Procedures: A remote surveillance system monitors SCP-7809's containment cell. Observations must use SCP-7809's original support barge, currently moored in the Chesapeake Bay Foundation Dockyard. Turning on the lights while inside the vessel is forbidden. Description: SCP-7809 is a spherical submersible, with the word "BENTHOSPHERE" written on its side. The submersible possesses two entrance hatches, ten viewports, a depth gauge, a barometer, and a set of quartz iodide lights for exterior illumination. Upon Foundation discovery, the vessel also contained a dented tin of Utz potato chips, several marine biology reference books, a snapped pencil, and a piece of paper inscribed with the English alphabet. Upon reaching a depth of 200 meters in water, individuals inside SCP-7809 report unidentified flora, fauna, and geologic formations in the surrounding area through the viewports, misaligning with the vessel's actual surroundings. Those who leave SCP-7809 through the bottom hatch find no observed anomalies outside the vessel. Foundation personnel recovered SCP-7809 from the Tangier Sound in Maryland and Virginia, attached to the winch of an abandoned support barge ("The Bouquet"). At the time of containment, SCP-7809 was submerged. Maintenance staff repaired a locking deficiency on SCP-7809's bottom hatch for testing purposes. Addendum 7809.1: Observation Log Log Number Observation Image Event 7809.2 An unseen light source faintly illuminates a viewport. An organism resembling a Regalecus glesne (giant oarfish) floats slowly by, bearing a ribbon-like shape and an orange dorsal fin. The fish continues gliding in front of the viewport, measuring 20 meters in length. The organism's tailfin forks into two ends, which then fork themselves in two, and so on, until the body terminates with a sixty-four-pronged tail, with a small flame burning on each end. Event 7809.5 A small anchor starts faintly glowing in the distance, lying on the seafloor and illuminating several fish surrounding the object. A mammalian organism resembling a Platanista gangetica (Ganges river dolphin), bearing an abnormal hook-shaped dorsal fin, approaches the object and swims circles around it, occasionally bumping into it. After ten circles around, the dolphin darts towards the anchor and swallows it whole. The anchor deforms the dolphin's body from the inside, tearing its skin and glowing from within. While the dolphin chokes and struggles with the object in its stomach, the anchor stops glowing. Event 7809.26 A leafless tree stands on the seafloor, its roots twisting in the sand. A small fire burns in its hollow. After ten minutes, an equine organism suddenly jumps from the flame, followed by two identical others. The horses bear leaf-like protrusions resembling those of Phycodurus eques (leafy seadragon), their coats green and slick. They prance around the tree, jumping and dancing, while the fire grows. Over twenty minutes, the flame escapes the hollow and consumes the tree. Ashes rise from the branches as the horses dance around the inferno, growing wilder in movement. At thirty minutes, all horses take a sharp turn, aim for the tree, and jump straight into the fire. The fire roars a final time and extinguishes itself. Event 7809.17 A match strikes, the unseen holder swirling the flame around a small wooden table holding a cake. They wear white gloves. The holder delicately lights a candle on the cake with the match, before taking the candle to their face. The flame reveals a figure in circus clown make-up, breathing in through a hookah air device. They put a finger to their lips before blowing out the candle. Event 7809.11 The fog lights of a sunken iron ship flicker in the distance. Giant crustacean organisms resembling Macrocheira kaempferi (Japanese spider crab) swarm and feast on the ruins; the ship seemingly consists of a fleshy, slightly pulsating material. An organic structure resembling a whale's heart tumbles from the decayed hull. A metallic grinding sound emanates from the ship before the fog lights go out. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7809" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7809. Licensed under CC-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: benthosphere.jpg Name: (if different from filename) Author: United States. National Marine Fisheries Service; U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service; United States. 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SCP-7810 | euclid | FEATHERS THAT EAT THE SKY WREATHED IN FLAMES, SWIRLS WITHIN SWIRLS. PRAISE BE TO DOLAND. MAY SHE EVER GRANT US APPROVAL. Image on SCP-7810's Cover. Approved by our grace and savior Doland. Item #: SCP-7810 Special Containment Procedures: Additional copies of SCP-7810 are to be confiscated and contents photographed upon discovery. Personnel handling SCP-7810 are prohibited from reading its contents, except with testing pre-approval. Entities E-7810-01 through -174 are to be contained in habitats containing sufficient terrestial and aquatic ecosystems appropriate for their species. During testing, SCP-7810's 175th chapter is forbidden from being read. Should HK-E-7810-14 be realized, she must be praised immediately. Individuals who summoned HK-E-7810-14 must be relocated to the nearest body of water. Description: As of March 15th, 2028, SCP-7810 is a 175 chapter non-fiction book, published in 1800 CE titled "Ducks. Ducks? Geese? GEESE! SWANS!?!?" subtitled "A Guide to the Featherly Host and How to Survive". SCP-7810 is credited to Drake M. Gosling1 and published by Mallard Books, a supposed subsidiary of Penguin Books.2 Seventy copies of SCP-7810 have been discovered by the Department of Acquisition and Liquidation as of March 15th 2028 in 58 different major and regional languages and dialects. 174 of SCP-7810's chapters are dedicated to the documentation of all 174 extant species of the bird family Anatidae, referred to frequently as members of 'The Holy Fowl', 'The Featherly Host', and 'The Celestial Feathered Ones'. Descriptions of each species matches baseline physical characteristics, with the exception of height and weight. Behavior, environmental, and psychological descriptions of each species are anomalous. Upon reading a chapter of SCP-7810, the species described within will manifest into baseline reality. These entities are thus labeled as E-7810-01 through 174, with the second number indicating which chapter of SCP-7810 triggered their manifestation.3 Each recovered instance of SCP-7810 has slight variations to its chapters, theorized to be a result of cultural drift, local folklore, and anomalous circumstances. Additionally, each chapter is written with a different voice and style than the chapter that preceded it. Partial transcriptions of SCP-7810 do not retain their anomalous properties. The final chapter of SCP-7810 contains a passage that ends with a seemingly random number that has decreased since the anomaly was first discovered. In 1958 when first identified, this number was at 42. As of 04/02/2028 it is at 25. As of 04/08/2028 SCP-7810 exhibits a low level memetic effect on associated documentation over time, primarily affecting ancillary documentation and image captions. The reasons for this are unknown.4 +Manifestation Log ML-7810-01 Credentials accepted Manifestation Log ML-7810-01 The following materials consist of notable E-7810-XXX entities which have been manifested either by accident or during experimental procedures. Only some of the listed entries originate from the same books. Additional entries are available upon request. Non-anomalous Aix sponsa. Beauty carved in Doland's image. E-7810-01. Always watching, always loving, Doland's finest servants. Entity #: E-7810-001 Name: Wood Duck (Aix sponsa) Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Promise5 Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous Aix sponsa. 0.5 m in length, 0.6 kg in weight. Manifestation: Upon manifestation E-7810-001 was identified as being composed of Oak timber in the shape and size of a normal Aix sponsa. Entity initially marked as inanimate. When not being observed, researchers reported ‘quacking’ and ruffling of feathers. When placed on water, E-7810-001 proceeded to float despite being denser than the water it sat on. E-7810-001 was placed in a standard containment habitat for anomalous waterfowl. Multiple reports of missing personal items have been resolved by investigating E-7810-001’s habitat. E-7810-005. Entity #: E-7810-005 Name: Northern Shoveler (Spatula clypeata)6 Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Trickery7 Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous Spatula clypeata. 0.4 cm in length, 0.6 kg in weight. Manifestation: Upon reading E-7810-005’s chapter, five Domestic pigeons materialized.8 Rigorous testing and examination determined them to be non-anomalous. E-7810-010 shortly after materialization. Entity #: E-7810-010 Name: Muscovy Drake (Cairina moschata)9 Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Benevolence Chapter Summary: Chapter 10 of SCP-7810 describes E-7810-010 as resembling the Muscovy Duck in appearance, consigning them to being representative of Slavic depictions of drakes being up to 10 meters long, 5 meters tall, and with a wingspan of up to 16 meters in width. Behavior is described as highly aggressive, exemplifying the ability to breathe concentrated cones of fire, lightning, or ice across several editions of SCP-7810. Manifestation: E-7810-010 was manifested under highly controlled conditions, MTF PSI-32 "Birds of a Feather" were on standby to neutralize it should it break free of its containment facilities. E-7810-010 manifested and was noted to be the size of a large dog, and exhibited playful, friendly, and curious behavior. No signs of elemental projectile breath blasts were detected. E-7810-010 was transferred to a light containment habitat. A normal Branta canadensis preparing to assault a human stronghold. An operation sanctioned by the holy Doland, may Her grace guide us to victory. Entity #: E-7810-021 Name: Canada Goose (Branta canadensis)10 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Annoyance11 Chapter Summary: Matches baseline characteristics of Branta canadensis. 1 meter in length, 9.8 kg in weight. Chapter illustrations depict each E-7810-021 instance wearing ill fitting, tourist clothing. Manifestation: Site-116 lost contact with the containment unit where E-7810-021 was being manifested. Further investigation by MTF PSI-32 “Birds of a Feather” discovered an intact Boeing 747 manifested both inside, and outside of the containment unit, including the control room, fusing with the material of the containment unit walls, surrounding hallways, the control room, and any individuals within the spatial path of the plane. Upon clearing access to the containment unit and cutting through to the interior of the plane, responding agents discovered the plane was filled with E-7810-021 and their droppings. Rendition of a non-anomalous Salvadorina waigiuensis moments before disappearing into the brush. Dr. Anseriform with E-7810-042 perched on her head. Entity #: E-7810-042 Name: Salvadori's teal (Salvadorina waigiuensis)12 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Infiltrator13 Chapter Summary: Matches baseline characteristics of the Salvadorina waigiuensis. Behaviorally described as very elusive and difficult to find. 0.4 cm in length, 0.35 kg in weight. Manifestation: E-7810-042 was manifested in a secluded habitat where it promptly flew up and perched upon Dr. Anseriform’s head. Dr. Anseriform claimed there was not a duck on their head. All other researchers present confirmed that E-7810-042 was indeed perched on her head. Attempts to remove E-7810-042 resulted in the duck spontaneously returning to its perch after random durations. Reality anchors failed to prevent its return. Non-anomalous Mallard. Entity #: E-7810-066 Name: Mallard (Anas platyrhynchos)14 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Gamblers15 Chapter Summary: Baseline physical characteristics match non-anomalous Anas platyrhynchos. Behavioral traits have wide variations between recovered instances of SCP-7810. 0.58 cm in length, 1 kg in weight. Manifestation: Researchers catalyzed the manifestation of E-7810-066 in a controlled pond habitat. Three E-7810-066 entities manifested, along with a round wooden poker table, and 3 empty chairs. Each E-7810-066 entity was wearing checkerboard pattern shirts, formal slacks, 1950’s style blazers hanging off the chairs, and were wearing period appropriate hats. E-7810-066 entities turned and looked at present researchers until all three joined them at the table. The largest Mallard proceeded to shuffle and distribute cards via regurgitation, leaving the cards covered in mucus and digestive secretions. Researchers proceeded to play 10 rounds of Texas Hold’em. Non-anomalous Cygnus buccinator in its native habitat. Its song lifting higher, gracing our Grace's ever feathery ears. Blessed be we to sing for Doland. Entity #: E-7810-079 Name: Trumpeter Swan (Cygnus buccinator)16 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Muse17 Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous characteristics of a Cygnus buccinator. Behavior deviates from baseline reality, described as “constantly creating music”. 1.5 m in Length, 11 kg in weight. Manifestation: Upon manifesting, E-7810-079 was noted to have a fully functional trumpet in the place of its head. It proceeded to play a number of compositions, with portions of the trumpets sound producing mechanisms moving to accommodate changes in pitch. Despite its trumpet head, all sounds emitted were confirmed to be normal swan vocalizations. E-7810-102 shortly after doffing it's armor, inquiring about the state of remaining Carthaginian forces. Entity #: E-7810-105 Name: Roman Goose (Anser cygnoides)18 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Soldier19 Chapter Summary: Appearance is closely aligned with non-anomalous Anser cygnoides, however the entities depicted and described by SCP-7810 are much larger than normal geese, standing as tall as an average human. Behaviorally, E-7810-105 is described as being highly disciplined and organized, capable of functionally forming combat units. Manifestation: E-7810-105 manifestation was catalyzed, whereupon a unit of 100 individuals materialized. All entities manifested wearing Lorica Segmentata, and wielding weapons consistent with those used by Roman Legionaries in the Early Roman Republic. A single individual wearing Centurian Regalia addressed present researchers, asking how far it was to Carthage. When told that Carthage was razed to the ground and the earth salted, the centurion expressed disappointment at missing the opportunity to join. Requests for habitat upgrades to contain humanoid entities has been approved. Non-anomalous Aythya valisineria preening. Doland spoke of your downtrodden, your disaffected, your young and your poor! And she said let them come, let them find new meaning and life with me. Entity #: E-7810-11220 Name: Canvasback Duck (Aythya valisineria)21 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Greasers Chapter Summary: Baseline physical characteristics match non-anomalous Aythya valisineria. Behavioral traits deviated substantially, described as 'cliquish disaffected youths gathering to protect what they stand for'. Illustrations throughout the chapter depict E-7810-112 as possessing feathered hair with a glossy luster. Manifestation: Manifestation of E-7810-112 resulted in low level reality bending transforming the woodland containment habitat into an Urban Street Alley containing a chainlink fence. E-7810-112 individuals were wearing black leather jackets and white t-shirts. Upon noticing Foundation personnel, the entities began aggressively snapping and walking towards the researchers, pulling out switchblade knives, while singing “You’re the One That I Want” by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Security agents managed to subdue E-7810-112 preventing any casualties. E-7810-172 exhibiting multiple aggression warnings shortly before releasing it's projectile breath. Entity #: E-7810-172 Name: Cotton Pygmy Drake (Nettapus coromandelianus)22 Book Classification: ArchFowl, Doland’s Favored23 Chapter Summary: Indistinguishable from non-anomalous Nettapus coromandelianus. 0.2 cm in length and 0.16 kg in weight. Manifestation: E-7810-172 was manifested into a light containment habitat. Upon materialization, researchers attempted to take measurements, at which point the lone individual dispensed a cone of pure lightning, instantly vaporizing 2 of the 3 attending researchers. It proceeded to eviscerate and remove the remaining researchers’ limbs, before breaching containment. MTF PSI-32 “Birds of a Feather” were deployed, but not before an additional 15 personnel were killed. E-7810-172 could not be subdued with conventional weaponry, and a prototype Omega-15 Atomic Disseminator had to be deployed to neutralize the entity, resulting in severe damage to a quarter of the East Containment Wing of Site-116. Last image of E-7810-173's manifestation prior to incident I-7810-05. Doland spoke, and she sang, with a voice of the finest swans. And She sang of your disaffected, your poor, your young and old. Come! She sang, Let them Come! For all shall be welcome and sheltered among the breast of feathers! None shall be left to the merciless world! Entity #: E-7810-173 Name: Black Swan (Cygnus atratus)24 Book Classification: ArchFowl, Doland’s Mercy25 Chapter Summary: [REDACTED] Manifestation: E-7810-173 was manifested into Site-116 in a heavy containment chamber. Site Command lost contact with the Eastern Containment Wing five minutes after manifestation. Site black box activated 10 minutes after manifestation. Communications blackout began at 15 minutes after manifestation. Onsite nuclear warhead primed at 20 minutes post manifestation. Site-116 nuclear warhead detonated 30 minutes after manifestation. Recovery and analysis of Site 116’s black box contained a 30 minute recording of increasingly choral chants of “Oh Doland be praised. Oh Doland may she ever approve. Oh, Doland Higher!” resembling Gregorian chants. Further experiments with E-7810-173 are suspended as of 04/08/2023. Be Not Afraid Entity #: E-7810-174 Name: Tundra Swan (Cygnus columbianus)26 Book Classification: ArchFowl. Doland’s Right Hand Chapter Summary: [WARNING: COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED] WHEELS WITHIN WHEELS, EYES WITHIN EYES, FEATHERS THAT EAT THE SKY WREATHED IN FLAMES, SWIRLS WITHIN SWIRLS. PRAISE BE TO DOLAND. MAY SHE EVER GRANT US APPROVAL. Manifestation: AND LO SHE SPOKE TO HER, HER MISTRESS ON HIGH, HER LOWEST RIGHT HAND. AND SHE UNDERSTOOD. AND SHE CAME BEFORE THEM, BEFORE THE MANY, BEFORE THE SORROWFUL. BEFORE THE WHITE COATS IN FORTRESSES OF METAL AND STONE. AND THEY TREMBLED. AND SHE TREMBLED. AND HER VOICE RAISED, THE LIGHT OF HER FEATHERS CONSUMING THE SKY. "PRAISE BE UNTO DOLAND, PRAISE BE UNTO HER FOR I HAVE COME. DO NOT BE AFRAID MORTALS FOR I AM YOUR SALVATION!" AND THEY COWERED AND FEARED UNTIL THE GENTLE WARMTH OF RAYS SHONE ACROSS THEIR BROWS. AND THEY KNEW PEACE. AND THEY RAISED THEIR ARMS HIGH AND SANG IN ONE VOICE. "HIGHER OH DOLAND! HIGHER BE THY PRAISE. RAISE US HIGHER OH HIGHER!" AND SO THEY ROSE INTO FEATHERY PLUMES. Addendum HK-E-014 Chapter 175 of SCP-7810 deviates substantially from the rest of the book, and is dedicated to an HK class entity27, designated HK-E-014, known as Doland. HK-E-014's baseline description is given in the excerpt below: For lo she is a grandiose queen, with green feathery hair, possesses the voice, wings, and ferocity of a swan, and the aggressiveness of a goose. She is Mother goose, Queen of the Mallards, Baroness of the pond. Our Savior, our Goddess, Doland be praised! May Doland ever approve us! Upon reading Chapter 175 of SCP-7810 mentally or aloud, HK-E-014 will manifest in reality. Any individual within visual line of sight who fails to praise HK-E-014 in a substantial way are slowly transformed into a random member of the Anatidae family over the course of 5-7 days.28 The individual responsible for bringing HK-E-014 into reality will be immediately immobilized, unable to move from their current location, and subsequently embraced in HK-E-014's wings. Upon release, the target individual will have been transformed into a new E-7810-XXX and an additional chapter added to SCP-7810. Footnotes 1. Foundation historians were able to identify 15 Drake M. Goslings and one Ryan Gosling, none of whom can be traced to SCP-7810. 2. Penguin Books was founded in 1935. 3. Doland be praised. 4. Doland approved. 5. And she made a promise to all, that they would be remade in her image. And whence they were, she was glad and they were glad. 6. Those who knew wrote of her roguery, her playfulness even in the dark of her forgotten rine. 7. For thence did she call to all her rascals, and even those of other times knew of whom they were called. 8. Doland laughed. 9. But in the blackest of pits She did not yield to the fowlest of intentions. No, Her love for all burned strong in the piercing pitch of the abyss. 10. "For even those in their most wayward hours must be aided!" She said unto us. We listened, oh how we listened! 11. Oh how we cried as we fell backwards onto our knees! For how many had we left to the wayside in all our travels! But lo, She forgave! Oh how She forgave! And sought to bring us home! 12. "And thou whilst never know fear!" She proclaimed to the flock. 13. "For when cataclysm threatens you shall find reprieve! For Doland's blessing are many! Hark, look upon the thy companion perched on yonder head! No? Yes that is perfection for she cannot be seen! Rejoice! Rejoice!" 14. Doland threw the dice. 15. "For all shall know the greatest joys in life. For money shall be no object, nothing but a vanity of well tidings. And with it you shall make plenty among the humans, and their flock. And therein you will spread my word!" 16. Doland approved. 17. "And all shall know the beauty of our siren's song. And to their souls we shall cry, and we shall sing, of the glory of feather perches on high." 18. And they slew and desecrated Her favorite child. Many perished against their hardened steel. Their blades cold with the icey winds of towering peaks as they swam from the coldest skies unto the fertile lands. They burned and slew. So many lost. So many lost. 19. And Her response was swift and terrible. "Lo!" She cried to the people from the heavens "You shall avenge me for thou arts sons of Rome. LET CARTHAGE BURN. LET THE EARTH BE SALTED. NEVER AGAIN SHALL SHE LAY HANDS UPON MY CHILD." 20. Doland snapped. 21. AND SO THEY CAME. IN THOSE DESPERATE HOURS WHEN ALL HOPE WAS BLEAK. THEY SANG TO HER, AND DOLANDS SONG GREETED THEM. THE TRAGEDY OF THEIR YOUTHS, THE PLUNGES FROM BUILDINGS AS SWEEPING EXCHANGES OF MEANINGLESS LINES ROLLED DOWN UPON THEM. HARK TO ME. HARK TO ME CHILDREN OF MANN, SO YOU SHALL BE WELCOME AND NONE SHALL SUFFER. 22. Doland awwed. 23. And so she remade a special love in her long lost's image. And so she ensured none would dare try again. 24. Doland ruffled with rage! 25. AND WHEN THEY STRUCK DOWN THAT BEAUTIFUL CREATION SHE CRIED OUT. OH HOW SHE WEPT. BUT NOT OUT OF MALICE DID THEY STRIKE BUT FEAR. AND SHE PROCLAIMED "MERCY MERCY! FOR MY CHILD! FOR THE CHILDREN OF MAN. YOU SHALL KNOW MY LOVE, AND YOUR SINS BE TAKEN. COME TO ME MY CHILDREN. LET US DISPENSE WITH THIS DISTRACTION YOU AND I." 26. Doland swooned. 27. Deific Class Subjugation Entity. 28. Doland disapproved. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7810" by DrBleep, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7810. Licensed under CC-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: Mallard_Duck_wings.jpg Name: Mallard Duck wings.jpg Author: Deepak Sundar License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Wood_Duck1.jpg Name: Male Aix sponsa portrait.jpg Author: Francis C. 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SCP-7811 | euclid | Item-#: 7811 Interior of SCP-7811, believed to have been taken past the "Redwood Room". Special Containment Procedures: Access to SCP-7811 has been blocked off to civilians. A base camp under purview of the Department of Geology has been established for the purpose of research and testing. Manned expeditions into SCP-7811 are currently suspended pending Incident-7811-2004, however, explorations utilizing remote-controlled devices are still permitted with Level 3 approval or higher. Description: SCP-7811 is the designation for a subterranean limestone cavern complex located approximately 60 kilometers west of Loxahatchee, Florida. The portal is conspicuously elevated from the surrounding wetlands by 3 meters, uncharacteristic for formations in the region. From the portal, the primary tunnel slopes relatively gently (~1:20) until terminating in a large central cavern. There are at least four primary tunnel systems1 branching off from the central cavern (dubbed the "White Foyer") that are conventionally traversible2 by human adults. Despite the geological environment in southern Florida generally discouraging the development of dry caves, SCP-7811 is not currently known3 to contain any submerged portions, and is entirely traversible by foot. Occasional flooding has been known to occur during regional storms and rainfall, however, this has generally been constrained to amounts significantly lower than would be expected from a wetland basin. Expeditionary attempts to map SCP-7811's reaches have been consistently limited by its anomalous effects. SCP-7811's primary portal. SCP-7811 appears to be the source of a strong pervasive cognitohazardous or ontokinetic influence. Sapient subjects exposed to SCP-7811 will experience a gradual loss of ability to perceive and/or synthesize meaning from their immediate environment. This effect begins to present itself upon exposure to the portal, and progressively intensifies as subjects venture deeper into SCP-7811. Each of the four primary tunnel networks within SCP-7811 appear to harbor a threshold in which the anomalous interference effectively prohibits further exploration. After crossing this threshold, the subject becomes unable to derive meaning4 or interpret sensory information from its direct environment, experiencing cognition completely severed from stimuli. The presentation of this can vary, however, the vast majority of personnel who reach this threshold are unable to be recovered, as they are incapable of responding to communication attempts, and will frequently venture further into the cave, or suffer from accidents5 related to their severed perception. Discovery: SCP-7811's anomalous nature was noticed by the Foundation after unusual circumstances surrounding a missing person case in the area began receiving significant local media attention. Aspects of the findings indicated possible anomalous activity, thus leading to Foundation intervention and containment. On 05-11-1977, John Wilkerson, age 17, reported his older brother, Walt Wilkerson, missing. The initial report to Indiantown's police department was sparse enough to prompt local authorities to contact the two brothers' parents, Susette and George Wilkerson6. Mrs. Wilkerson informed the police that John and Walt had been camping over the last few days, which had been omitted by John, prompting an investigation. It was also during a second interview that Mrs. Wilkerson disclosed that John and Walt had gotten into an argument, believed by Susette to be about John's girlfriend. John had proposed the camping trip to Walt to settle their differences. Police investigation into the campgrounds the brothers supposedly stayed at prompted suspicions of foul play, which was further substantiated by John's "cagey" and "inconsistent" testimonials. Investigators discovered a T-shirt identified as having belonged to Walt near SCP-7811, after which John admitted to having gone spelunking with his brother there during the trip. On 08-23-1977, ten days after his 18th birthday, murder charges were levied against John Wilkerson. Indiantown detective Harry Sandino produced a confession from John detailing his supposed stabbing and disposing of his brother into the cave, with the motive stated as being due to the alleged affair between Walt and John's girlfriend. A party of 2 veteran spelunkers and 2 police detectives were tasked with entering the largely unknown cave and recovering Walt's body from its alleged dumping ground. It was widely believed at the time that Walt's body would not have been dumped far into the system, due to John's relative inexperience with caving. The initial investigatory team failed to return for their 8 hour checkpoint. An additional 24 hour window was opened, which also resulted in no contact met. An extra search team of 3 experienced cave explorers were sent. This team also failed to return within the initial 8 hour checkpoint window. After 16 hours, indistinct human vocalizations were heard emanating loudly from within SCP-7811, however, after this occurrence, no further contact was heard from either of the teams. As news of the investigation gone awry reached local newspapers, the Foundation was alerted and established a presence in Indiantown, subsequently moving to conduct investigations into possible anomalous activity. The murder charges against John Wilkerson were later dropped, as The Wilkerson's legal team successfully argued that John's confession was made under duress, and with inappropriate coercion from Detective Sandino. Local speleological archives indicated SCP-7811 was first discovered as "Wishbone Caverns" by amateur speleologist Wilson Lytle, in 1911. Lytle appeared to have been involved in several low-profile cave societies in Martin County in the early 1900s. In recovered writings, Lytle made five expeditions to SCP-7811, the first of which was prompted by information he had received from cavers based in Belle Glade. Formerly "Martin County Caver's Club" of which Wilson Lytle was a member and patron. Lytle made the trip with a team of four: Andrew Reichenbach, Richard Howell, Carlos Gonzalo, and himself. Lytle noted the initial expedition was fraught with erratic behavior from his teammates. The situation continuously deteriorated until Lytle was separated from the three men at a point in Tunnel A he described as "The Dining Room", and he was unable to re-establish contact with them. While retracing his way out of the cave, he was able to hear what sounded like human vocalizations, but he had determined that they had to have been originating much further into the cave than he had supplies to safely reach. He made the decision to return to the surface for additional manpower, and attempt to recover his three lost men. He returned the next day with a local Seminole speleologist, and returned to the cave. After reaching the portal to the Dining Room, Lytle wrote that the attending Seminole expressed an unwillingness to venture deeper. There was some argument, however, sensing the resolution, Lytle opted to continue sans accompaniment. The remainder of the expedition was not recalled until the point Lytle had left the cave, with Lytle concluding that the three men had "Committed the most idiotic of suicides." Subsequent expeditions primarily focused on crawlspaces within the cave, with Lytle's descriptions of "The Beehive" being the most extensive on file to date. Attempts to reach the large space described by Lytle as the "Redwood Room" have been unsuccessful. Based on Lytle's writings, it is believed he was unaffected by SCP-7811's anomalous properties. Lytle's final expedition of SCP-7811 was in 1918, and was notable for being his only solo expedition of the cave. He wrote little of the endeavor, only noting that he had "found another big one" through a crawl space in the Redwood Room. Wilson Lytle ceased speleological activities in 1920, following a conversion to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Little of his writings are known to survive today, despite his extensive involvement in South Floridian amateur speleology societies. It is unknown when he died. More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-8031 • SCP-7783 • SCP-8010 • SCP-8332 • SCP-7541 • SCP-8105 • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-7419 • SCP-3169 • SPHERE • SCP-7575 • SCP-6541 • SCP-7471 • SCP-8465 • SCP-7151 • Tales/GoI Formats Other SCP-POUF • Fear of Death • Footnotes 1. Tunnel A, B, C, and D. Tunnels B and C are most extensively explored, and generally feature less anomalous interference, thus making them safer for manned expeditions. Tunnel D is the most recently discovered of the four, having been opened up by minor geological collapses in 1997. It consists largely of vertical shafts, and is inhospitable to manned exploration. Tunnel A is the oldest of the main tunnel networks, and is subject to the most intense anomalous activity in its lower reaches. Expeditions are considered exceptionally risky. 2. A fifth tunnel, "The Beehive", has been partially explored on three occasions by the cave's discoverer, Wilson Lytle. The tunnel is extremely narrow and SCP-7811's anomalous effects are generally much more severe within; It primarily consists of a combination of crawlspaces, and near-vertical shafts allegedly spanning several kilometers into the system. 3. Lytle claimed in his written works about the cave that "The Beehive" meandered until eventually reaching a large cavern he estimated was three to four times the size of the "White Foyer". As subsequent expeditions have failed to venture past the "Choke Point" within the route, this claim has not been verified. 4. Post-expedition interviews with subjects who have been recovered past this point describe the experience as similar to descriptions of Semantic Variant Frontotemporal Aphasia. 5. Including falling further into the cave due to erratic movement, or self inflicted injuries due to inability to properly use equipment on hand. 6. Mr. Wilkerson was involved in the management of the Circle T Ranch during the 60s, and had recently turned towards land development in Martin County. |
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Special Containment Procedures: Medical databases and treatment centers worldwide will be monitored for any incidence of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome. Individuals showing symptomology of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome are to be administered invitro Class-A amnestics until the affected individual has exhibited a complete loss of self. Despite the extreme nature of these procedures, they have shown to be the only bulwark against the expansion of SCP-7812 and thus, the Ethics Committee has unanimously approved the procedures. Alternative containment procedures are being researched and will be amended at such time as a less invasive measure can be found to contain the expansion of SCP-7812. All attempts are to be made to either contain or neutralize SCP-7812-A, using whatever means necessary. “All I am is saying is you’d be dead if I hadn’t shown up.” “I didn’t ask for your help, Marquez.” “So, because you didn’t ask for help, I was supposed to leave you on that rooftop?” “She was already leaving when you showed up.” “And if she hadn’t, I would have stepped in.” “Why didn’t you step in a little earlier? Then maybe we could be free of this bitch.” “Make up your mind, did you want me to help or not?” Rebekah Douglas stood from the cracked leather sofa she was sitting on and walked towards a window. She was still groggy from whatever the Daevite had done to her. They were in a dusty office building, overlooking an abandoned business park. Desks and chairs filled the hall outside, piled up on one another, pushed to the side to allow for some egress from the maze. “Where the hell did you bring me?” “We’re on the outskirts of Berlin. I own this building.” “You’re a slum lord?” “It’s been unused for a few years, thought it might be a good place to hole up while we figured out our next move.” “Why didn’t you just deliver me to the Foundation people that were right there?” “If we’re going to kill the Matriarch, we can’t bloody well do it with them looking over our shoulder.” Rebekah laughed and turned back to the anomalous man who had effectively kidnapped her. “We? We’re going to kill the Matriarch. I thought you were working with Varga, made a deal with the Foundation and everything.” “They want to contain her. Put her in a box somewhere and study her. I know all I need to about her and her people. Enough to know she needs to die. Do you need to know more?” Rebekah looked down at her boots. She touched the athame lying on the couch next to where she had been. “I know enough.” Description: SCP-7812 is a colossal extrocorporeal infestation in an adjacent reality forming a metaphysical abscess bleeding through a punctum into this reality’s noösphere.1 The breach point of SCP-7812 is centered around the area of the noösphere provisionally classified as the famis occulta.2 Fehn cognitoscope in cross section. Expansion of SCP-7812 has grown steadily ever since observation of the anomaly began.3 The rate of expansion has slowed now that Foundation forces have begun containment operations, but not ceased entirely. The danger of SCP-7812’s expansion is that it can theoretically consume and assimilate the conceptual human understanding of nourishment/consumption, including abstract derivations of the ideatic concept. Given the symptomology of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, continuing expansion would have devastating effects on human society in unpredictable ways. A series of anomalous effects in baseline reality have been traced to SCP-7812: Widespread decrease in empathy presented in media – particularly a focus on psychopathic or villainous protagonists, often bordering on obsession with serial killers and true crime. Rapid degradation of critical thinking concerning the legal and moral consequences of business practices on a societal level. Culebra-Simmons Syndrome [See below] Despite its discovery in early October 1993, noöspherical analysis has discovered that the anomaly first made contact with this reality in 1957 and has been expanding ever since. The first examples of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome had been present without Foundation knowledge since 1991, however. SCP-7812-A is the individual formerly known as ███████ ███████, patient zero and primary vector for Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, and a 31-year-old female former Foundation employee. “Hold on, why the hell are you helping me?” Rebekah asked. She opened a bottle of mineral water and took a swig. They had moved away from the office into a conference room Euboea had turned into a kitchen of sorts, with burner plate and minifridge. “That’s a complicated subject.” “We have time.” Euboea sighed and sat at the conference table, folding his hands over his stomach. “For one thing, you seem to be the only one of your organization interested in killing her. Containment does not shield my people from harm. We need her gone.” “Aren’t many of your people working with Varga now?” “Some, but that hardly changes anything. Anyone I have touched is her target, as you saw in the desert.” “I don’t want to talk about that. I fucked everything up.” “Maybe Captain Zadeh would have died that day without your actions, it was a dangerous event.” “Maybe. But I’m not letting myself off the hook that easy.” He smiled sadly. “I understand.” “So why else?” He sighed again. “I feel responsible for you, for your predicament.” “What happened in that other world?” “I’m sure my tinkering with your consciousness when we first met left your defenses down.” “Right, thanks again for that.” He was silent for a moment and went to the fridge to withdraw a plastic container with soup. He took out a pan and emptied the contents into it and started the burner. He began to stir the contents with a wooden spoon. “Why does the Matriarch have beef with you?” “Several millennia ago, my Father destroyed her civilization. Or at least, provided a final stroke in the killing blow that history and various other power struggles had started. The Daevites were strong for a very long time, thousands of years really. But eventually, they began to weaken. Rebellions from the Nälkän people, competing nation states, and honestly, they were an evolutionary dead end. They spent so much time preserving their life, they failed to innovate. You’ve seen how she uses the same tactics in multiple conflicts? Overwhelm with numbers. That’s what they did so often in the end. Slave armies made up of conquered peoples and thaumaturgic constructs. And that’s what she tried when my Father created a stronghold in her territory.” “The tower in Russia.” He stirred as he nodded. “Her forces surprised us and ravaged the stronghold. All the work we had done there was lost.” “Looked like a goddamn torture gallery.” “No, not torture. We were making new people, new life forms. Trying to elevate mankind.” “Fucked up way to go about that. Making monsters.” “They weren’t monsters, but it’s not important enough to debate about. We wanted… well, he wanted to elevate men, to better survive the anomalous, the magical. Human beings are incredibly vulnerable and despite all the work the Foundation has done to hide away the horrors, this is still a very dangerous world.” “Where did he come from?” “I don’t know the details really, He didn’t confide in me so much as order me around, but they are a wandering species. System to system, interfering with the natural order and seeding life.” “So, it is literally an alien species.” “Yes, ‘it’ is. They all are. And it’s hard to understand them, like so many advanced beings. But I can say this, they’re fickle. They think the work is done and they move on.” “Not your pops, right?” “No, He stayed. They left him and he stayed to oversee the development of life. Eventually, I think he became lonely or wanted a catspaw to interact with the apes, so he made me.” “Like in a test tube?” “No, he took me from my tribe. This was nearly twenty thousand years ago, give or take, so it’s not very clear in my mind.” “Come on.” “I’m serious. I’ve done some research, and I was basically a caveman in central Asia when he took me. My tribe didn’t have a name other than the people; we barely knew other people existed. He plucked me up and shaped me, made me into this.” “You said he was alone, but we saw another one in Boston.” “Some of them came back to see how He was doing. They wanted very little to do with me when they found out He was dead, but they stayed for a while to help me.” “With?” “My people.” “Whatever you did to your cultists.” “I made them like me. To an extent.” “Which is what?” “A conduit for thaumaturgy. Instead of rites or rituals, we can simply access that power. Your Captain Zadeh, she had to put tremendous energy into preparing for her thaumaturgy, right?” “I don’t know that much about it but yeah, she would prep evocations before hand to be used in the thick of things.” “Right, well my people don’t have to do that. Neither do I.” “So, like, are they immortal too? Super strong, all that?” “No. I don’t know what my father did to me to make those things happen, it seems to defy the structural physics of a human body.” He ceased stirring the soup and ladled some of it into a bowl which he passed to her. “You haven’t eaten in nearly a day. Eat.” She took the bowl and ate a spoonful. Cream of asparagus. “Let’s go back for a minute, why did your father murder the Daevites?” “I thought it was revenge at the time, but looking back, I think he didn’t see another option. Here was a group of the humans he was trying to elevate, stuck in the mud and loving it, refusing to move an inch. All the while, threatening the work he was doing. I think he saw them as counter to everything he was working for. He wasn’t what you call a sentimental creature.” He took a sip of the soup from his own bowl. “All these years later and she hates any vestige of His influence. You saw the forces she brought to bear in the desert, she won’t stop until I and all those I have guided are dead.” “But how do we stop her?” ADDENDUM 7812.1: Culebra-Simmons Syndrome: SCP-7812 has been traced to the development of a relatively rare4 cognitive dysfunction designated as Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, the relevant symptoms of which are as follows: Intermittent aphasia Intermittent involuntary vocalizations Progressive delusions about one’s body of various dysmorphic conditions, but a universal component is the delusion that the individual requires much more sustenance than is healthy for a typical human being of similar body type5 Inability to moderate tone of voice [In advanced cases] Aggression and hostility, leading to violence pica syndrome-like behavior aggressive “hunting” behavior where affected individuals attack and eat living creatures without cooking them – i.e. wild rodents, lizards, birds, domesticated pets, and in several cases, human beings. Physical degradation of the human genome has been noted in people exhibiting symptoms of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome leading to: diminishing function of the ocular and sexual organs, diminished pain response, and increased sensitivity to gustatory and olfactory organs. It is predicted that without containment protocols, this degradation will progress until the eyes and genitals are no longer functional and eventually will disappear entirely from the human species in future generations. Culebra-Simmons originates with the infection designated as SCP-7812, but it is transmitted from person to person through conversation of ideas concerning relevant subjects such as hunger, famine, starvation, diet, culinary arts, taste or even the abstract concept of consumption – such as the “consumption of media.” Amnesticization has proven effective in treating those displaying early symptoms of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, but only with multiple infusions of Class A amnestics leading to loss of identity similar to clinical retrograde amnesia. Foundation forces have made a comprehensive survey of mental health records on an international basis, identifying over three hundred thousand individuals worldwide who have sought mental health treatment or were involuntarily hospitalized due to what was obviously Culebra-Simmons Syndrome given the discovery of SCP-7812. Individuals with advanced Culebra-Simmons tend to congregate together as the condition progresses, forming loose knit communities in abandoned spaces which they defend aggressively. “I think you might be able to help in that,” he said. “Why? I haven’t had much luck so far.” “You hurt her, with that knife of yours. More importantly you scared her.” “Did I?” “You weren’t yourself, but yes. You spoke in another voice, shunted off her control, and even stabbed her with the athame.” Rebekah lowered her head into her hands. “How did you manage that?” Her eyes downcast, she shook her head still cradled in her hands. “Agent Douglas?” “I don’t fucking know! Alright?” “But… you have an idea.” Rebekah nodded. “The thing in the other world, the one that touched you.” She nodded again. “What do you think it is?” ADDENDUM 7812.2: Historical and Cultural References In an attempt to research cultural references to SCP-7812, the Department of History was commissioned with a wide scope survey project resulting in several significant mythological and traditional narratives that seemingly reference to SCP-7812. In particular, references in the Daevite and Sarkic traditions were found to be relevant. Excerpt from SCP-140 Existence cascades from the source of all: the Spark, the Mouth, the Font From out of the Font, came not only the Breath and pure lineage of the Daeva But Four beings of Light spun out of existence Four Servants to the Will of They who created All To guard the world and ensure the ascendancy of the unpolluted Mothers Thus the Blood will rule forever For They who created all, whose dreams shape the universe Will never be dethroned Excerpt from A History of “A Chronicle of the Daeva” by Dr. Wentworth Sullivan: The Daevite faith did not have saints or bodhisattvas, theirs was a religious practice concerned with veneration of life itself as a nebulous force they called the Font and veneration of the holy lineage of Daeva matriarchs. However, in the tradition there were four ethereal beings that the Daeva claimed were formed of the stuff of the universe yet had no form. These were the closest thing to angels to the Daeva, which they called the Agents of Life, these entities were unknowable but their influence extruded into the physical realm on behalf of the Font. It was not common practice for the Daevite matriarchs to pray but on occasion a matriarch would beseech one of these four Agents of Life. This was considered an act of desperation, only to be taken if the lineage was at risk. Apparently, the Daeva believed that to seek the favor of the Font’s emissaries required a sacrifice far beyond the usual bloodletting in their rituals. During the many coexisting collapses of the Daevite civilization detailed in the Chronicle of the Daeva, this action was only noted as taking place once; such was the requisite cost of life that it was simply impractical. — Based on prior involvement with SCP-7812-A, Judith Low found reference to SCP-7812 in the writings of a vanished Sarkic community with ties to Romania: Excerpt from the Valkzaron6 The heaving Devourer cast out in its fetid mindlessness For companions of equal hunger Four were crafted from the flesh of the newborn material realm Mewling, formless things that served the Devourer Faceless eternal impotence and hunger Ever yearning to escape the turbulent darkness of The Outer Void and into the physical world created by Yaldabaoth The Archons ache to consume the cosmos one world at a time Until their teeth have torn through final surviving world, and the Great Winnower is revenged upon its creation Which will return the universe to its birth state – without Light Excerpt from Detailing the Cosmology of the Ancient Sarkite by Dr. Judith Low: The Grand Karcist taught that the Demiurge, Yaldabaoth or the Devourer, was mindless, without foresight or consciousness, and purely an instinctual creator/prophesized destroyer of the material universe. But, despite its apparent ego-less existence, the Devourer apparently felt lonely, thus did it create four entities to serve as its pantheon. These were the Archons, four servants of the Demiurge and the actual builders of the physical universe on behalf of it. These entities were not wholly of the universe – faceless and formless but with agency and consciousness of a sort. According to ancient Sarkic myth, the Archons were the embodiment of primordial chaos, stretching into the material realm to sew the seeds of destruction. This took the form of natural disasters in general, but in specific, the Archons were the engineers of the Six Ordeals of Ion – in an effort to defeat him before prior to his ascendancy. It is said that the Archons cannot reach into our universe, because they originate in the outer void, a kingdom of darkness where no life can persist. It is the goal of each Archon to pierce the veil of the material realm and fully manifest so as to consume the world, even to a conceptual level. This has a rather interesting wrinkle, in that one of the core tenets of the Sarkite faith is “To Shepherd the Flesh.” According to Ion’s teachings, all life in the universe comes from a single progenitor, the Demiurge. All life has a shared ancestry, venerated in the form of flesh crafting – labelled by the Foundation as carnomancy and by the Sarkite as “Lihakut'ak” – stemming from “Weri” or “The Old Blood.” Which means, even the lowest Sarkic practitioner – no matter how pure – is descended metaphysically from Yaldabaoth. Just like the Archons. In the realm of Sarkite cosmology, mankind is the second cousin twice removed from the agents of the creator of the world, and they will be the death of everything. “Who knows? But I can tell you one thing,” she said. “What?” “We won’t learn shit sitting around here and talking.” Euboea laughed and stood up. “No, most likely not.” “So, do you have a next move?” “I have some favors we can call in. Come on.” “Where the hell are we?” “Look around, what does that tell you?” Rebekah glanced around the room. They were standing in a large room, made of stones of various sizes. The outer wall rounded away from them, like the outer wall of a circular building. But as strange as that was, the interesting thing was the bookshelves that lined every section of the walls. “A library.” Euboea nodded. “A library, yes. Depository, actually.” “Okay, so?” “Well, less ‘a library’ as much as ‘the Library’.” She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing. “Wait, I thought we couldn’t…” Another voice called from behind her. “Foundation agents can’t enter the Library, that’s right.” Rebekah turned towards the new voice and saw a very young woman in a black sport coat, black blouse, blue jeans and boots. She brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes and smiled. “So, how can you be here, I wonder?” “Allison,” he said. “Euboea. Lovely to see you again.” “Great, you two know each other. Want to cue me in?” Rebekah asked. “My name is Allison Chao; you might know me better as the Black Queen.” “Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry. Wait, you call yourself a queen? What are you, 17?” The Black Queen laughed and held open a door. Rebekah and Euboea followed her out of the room and into a conference style room, with more bookshelves. “So, is this like the Library library? For real?” “We are in the Library. Well… it’s a library in the Library, just to be confusing. This depository is a place I like to store my collection, and I keep this open for the other members of the Serpent’s Hand.” “Oh great, so not only am I AWOL, but meeting with an agent of the enemy.” “Not so much an agent but leader, in a way.” “That makes it so much better.” “If you two are done with the flirting, could we get to business?” Euboea said. The Black Queen snorted. Rebekah grimaced and asked, “Why are we here?” “And how did you get her here?” “A Way in Munich. And she’s no longer with the Foundation,” he answered. “I’m not?” “If you aren’t a wanted fugitive by now, you’re at the very least unemployed.” “There’s a Way directly to my depository?” “Yes, as it happens, I would be glad to show it to you if you could help us.” “Help with?” The next hour involved Rebekah and Euboea explaining their complicated history and that of the Daevite return with the Matriarch. At that point, the Black Queen’s cynicism bled away into surprise. “A Daevite alive today? Not just some cultist with delusions of grandeur?” “Well, she’s hardly alive, but she’s animated and causing all sorts of hell up and down the continent. I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything,” Rebekah said. “I have heard of these events you’re mentioning, a few of them anyway. But I did not think the appearance of an abandoned temple in Greece or the Foundation quarantining part of Târgoviște for a few hours had to do with the return of mythical horror stories. Then again, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. We’ve been finding things left over from them for years. And by we, I mean you.” The Black Queen stared at Rebekah. “Look, I get our two organizations have a lot of bad blood, but I’m just someone stuck in a bad situation that could blow up and fuck with the whole world. Countless people have died already, even with the Foundation trying to limit her activities. Imagine if she’s successful. How long before a reborn Daevite empire comes knocking on the Hand’s door?” The Black Queen sighed. “What do you want?” “We need some way to find her, before she makes her next move,” Euboea said. “If even half the things you’ve told me are true, haven’t you been around for millennia? Why do you need my help?” “I have never spent my time studying the way I should have. Nuanced workings like finding someone are hard for me. We need to move fast before the Matriarch tries something else and this time succeeds.” The Black Queen rose from her chair and started to walk out of the room. “Just stay here, I don’t need Foundation agents wandering around.” She left, closing the door behind her. “How did we get here?” “Through a Way, like I said.” “And Ways are hardcoded right? They connect specific places?” “Usually, yes. But sometimes you can create one temporarily with enough power and something to anchor you at the exit. Why?” “I’d like to talk to Iona.” “That is a terrible idea. You’re almost certainly a fugitive, like I said. I left the camera you were wearing, I didn’t want them to track us.” “So?” “Director Varga has certainly seen the footage and will know that something is wrong. Something anomalous, as you people put it. That’s why I took you. After seeing how well you were able to counteract her spell, and how the knife hurt her, I couldn’t let them lock you up for study. And let’s face it, that is what would happen.” “They don’t just lock up anyone with abilities. They hired me for my abilities.” “This isn’t psychic phenomena, Rebekah. You’re possessed by an alien intelligence of astonishing strength. You have control, but they won’t care. Even if Varga is your friend as you think, she won’t have a choice. Especially after I reneged on our deal.” “What’s it been, a day? We could rush in there, explain things, she would understand.” “It’s been two weeks.” Rebekah’s mouth opened to speak but nothing happened. She just stared at him. “How could you not know that?” he asked. "You were recovering for more than ten days since Romania. But you were conscious sometimes, and we even spoke.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” she yelled. “I don’t know what happened to you, but it’s interfering with your perceptions of reality. Which only means we have less time than I thought.” She slammed her palms against the table. “Two weeks…” “Yes, and I’ve been hiding you all that time. A few days ago, there was a flurry of activity in England and since there’s been multiple teams flying out of Site-91. They’re looking for something.” “How do you know that?” “My people.” Rebekah sighed. “I don’t think they’re looking for me. That sounds like mobilization. Something has them worried.” ADDENDUM 7812.3: Discovery of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome Recovered Footage from London Metropolitan Police 28 September, 1993 Foreword: The police department received numerous complaints about attacks against pedestrians at London Underground stations by what was described as homeless individuals. CC TV footage did not reveal any individuals matching the descriptions entering or exiting the Underground, thus it was theorized that the assailants represented a small group of homeless individuals living in the tunnels. Cataloguing the location of the alleged assaults, the department was able to triangulate the most likely underground spaces these individuals were residing in – an abandoned tunnel leading to a decommissioned station. It was decided to perform a raid at 01:00, launched from the St. Paul’s station,7 because the trains would not be running at this time. Entrance to abandoned tunnel in London Underground. 01:05: Fifteen Metropolitan AFOs8 gather on the platform of St. Paul’s Underground station. The officers assist one another down from the platform and begin walking northeast along the tracks. 01:10: The officers arrive at the entrance to the abandoned tunnel thought to house the assailants. 01:11: Several officers report howling noises coming from within the tunnel, but the group proceeds apace. 01:13: Two individuals rush towards the officers screaming incoherently. Despite attempts to calm these individuals down, they proceed to physically assault several of the officers. One bites out the throat of an officer, tackling her to the ground. Another breaks the arm of an officer with little effort and throwing him against the wall. The other officers shoot and kill the two assailants. Both are disheveled and dirty, seemingly having been living in these tunnels for months. Asking for assistance from emergency medical services for the surviving victim officer, the police leave one of their number and move on. 01:15: The police officers arrive at the decommissioned Underground station, seeing numerous bed mats and pieces of cardboard laid on the floor. A shrill scream is raised in the station, followed by countless others. 01:16: Over three hundred disheveled individuals rush the police officers, who open fire. 01:17: Several dozen assailants fall to gun shots but many more quickly approach the officers. Three police officers are dragged to the ground with dozens of hands striking at their armor and digging fingers into exposed flesh. An officer’s eyes are pulled out by one of the assailants, who proceeds to eat the organs before being hit with several rounds from other officers. 01:19: The ten remaining officers begin pulling back to the tunnel, pursued by the assailants. Several officers reach the end of the tunnel and turn to cover their colleagues. At least a dozen assailants fall, but an additional officer is dragged down and torn apart by others. 01:20: The remaining officers retreat past the entrance of the abandoned tunnel and the assailants stop following them. The officers watch as five assailants proceed to tear and consume chunks of flesh from the officer who fell with their teeth and fingers. 01:24: Nine surviving officers retreat to St. Paul’s station and report to their superiors. Afterword: Michael Howard9 reached out to Foundation representatives through backchannels and requested assistance. MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) were mobilized to the scene by 05:00 and the Underground line was shut down under a cover story of gas leak. Zeta-9 personnel sealed the area populated with the individuals and flooded the tunnels with a light mixture of aerosolized valium before beginning the assault. The assailants who were still alive (roughly two hundred and sixty) were stunned into unconsciousness and contained. In the following days, the medical center at Site-91 was utilized to examine and treat the individuals recovered from the operation. Subsequent to its discovery, connection was made to SCP-7812’s emergence in the noosphere through screening for cognitohazards and confirmed by use of Fehn cognitoscope scanning. Thus, amnesticization was utilized to return those individuals to their conscious state before infection by what was termed Culebra-Simmons Syndrome. Continuing operations to identify and contain individuals affected by the syndrome are ongoing. ADDENDUM 7812.4: Analysis Summation of Threat Analysis Concerning SCP-7812 1 October, 1993 Drs. Iona Varga & Judith Low Having analyzed those individuals recovered from the London Underground and offered them treatment here at Site-91’s medical center, we have come to two conclusions. 1) This is not an isolated event or viral infection. Numerous other reports have been found in medical and police records across Europe, the Middle East, and Asia – the earliest of which date to 1991. For this reason I have retasked Site-91 forces to find and contain any and all individuals currently infected with the condition. 2) The infection has not occurred in a vacuum and is quite clearly anomalous. Culebra-Simmons Syndrome is the side-effect of an ideatic invasion in the noösphere. Provisionally classified as SCP-7812, this infection has taken root in the famis occulta, and is slowly expanding in size. There is every possibility that this alien concept, whether or not it is a sapient force, will subsume the human conceptual understanding of hunger and consumption, both abstract and practical. SCP-7812’s primary mode of expansion appears to correlate with the number of individuals currently affected by Culebra-Simmons, as minute reductions have been observed with successful treatment of those contained. But we have reason to believe this infection has been in place for decades, far longer than cases of Culebra-Simmons have been observed. Even if we are successful in containing each affected case of the Syndrome, there is no obvious likelihood of neutralization. At best, projections show a reduction of conceptual size of the infection to approximately 10% of its current ideatic volume. Containment must therefore be focused on containment of affected individuals, while alternative plans are made for the direct containment of the infection point. Given the research of the Department of History, SCP-7812 has been known to anomalous communities for millennia, with very different accounts from the Daevite and Sarkic traditions. Given the mythological importance of this anomaly, we are unsure how to even begin a direct containment effort. Additionally, at this time we do not have a working theoretical framework for the surgical excision of SCP-7812 from the noösphere. Therefore, our new normal will have to factor in this alien presence in our conceptual ecosystem. The pattern of infection seems random unless an outside factor is considered. A carrier. Someone or something moving around the world spreading the Syndrome. All attempts must be made to identify and contain this vector, whatever it may be. “Alright, how long is this going to take?” “As long as it takes, Agent,” the Black Queen said without taking her eyes off the dish. The three of them were seated around table with a shallow silver dish with flanged rim, filled with water. When the water was poured, it was crystal clear, but as Chao whispered over it, the water had started to glow and clouded over. That was over an hour before. They had been staring at the swirling waters all that time. Chao had assured them both that the enchantment on the mirror hated the Daeva, so it would find the one active member of that long dead dynasty if asked. But as they rounded out to the ninety-minute mark, Rebekah just couldn’t anymore. “Isn’t there something else we can do here?” Euboea glanced sideways at her with a sigh. “Rebekah…” “Look, we’re on a tight schedule here. We need to see what she’s doing and get to her before another ritual is performed. Or before Site-91 finds her first.” “Just be patient.” Another few minutes passed, and Rebekah found herself pacing the room, glancing over the titles of esoteric books on shelves not recognizing anything. She was about to turn back towards the table when a book’s title caught her eye: Blood and the Thaumaturgic Ritual. “What if we used a little blood?” she asked. The Black Queen looked at her sharply. “I don’t like using that sort of ritual.” “But this is looking for a Daeva, and they were obsessed with it.” “She’s got a point, Allison,” Euboea said. “Also, she recently underwent the Matriarch’s touch, there might be a sympathetic conduit there.” The young woman sighed, slipped a hand into her pocket and pulled out a small folding knife. “Give me your hand, Agent.” Rebekah hesitated but with both of them looking at her, she didn’t feel much choice. Afterall, she had been the one to suggest it. She placed her hand in the Black Queen’s, palm up. The woman pressed the blade into her forefinger lightly, and held it so a drop or two fell into the water, speaking in what Rebekah believed was Aramaic. Rebekah withdrew her hand quickly, applying pressure, but was distracted by the water in the dish. The glowing cloudy water had shifted in tone to blood red, much more than would be expected from a few drops of her blood. The swirling waters parted and there in the dish, she saw the Matriarch surrounded by her constructs in a very green but overcast scene. “That’s outside Site-91!” Sure enough, the Matriarch was leading her constructs towards the walled property containing the Foundation Research Site. Even as she opened her mouth to ask another question, the Daevite’s tree golems opened fire on the walls surrounding the 18th century manor. No sound transmitted through the image but she could imagine the roaring explosions as the front gate to the manor was ripped from its hinges. “We need to get there. Now.” The Black Queen shook her head. “I could get you to York, but you’d still be kilometers away.” Euboea stared at the images of Foundation forces attacking the Matriarch’s puppet army, hundreds of the constructs armed to the teeth and rushing through the ruined gates. He saw Cynthia, one of his adepts working with Varga, throwing thaumaturgy at the wave of enemy forces before a stray round caught her in the throat and she spun backwards fountaining crimson. “I might be able to get us to the Site directly.” “I thought the whole place was warded,” the Black Queen said. “It is, which would usually be a problem. But if I know our enemy, she’s heading right for the one thing that I could use to get us there quickly.” “What?” Rebekah asked. “My father’s body.” INCIDENT 7812.1: Discovery of SCP-7812 Infiltration of Site-91 by Hostile Forces 5 October, 1993 MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) Personnel Present: Captain Rashid al Hasin10 Lieutenant Maria Waltham11 Sergeant Mark Kenoshi12 Sergeant Gabriel Merced Foreword: On 5 October, 1993, at 0400 local time, a significant strength military assault was launched directly against Site-91. Although this assault was made of anomalous individuals and entities, the assault itself took conventional form, making the thaumaturgical wards placed along the property’s borders ineffectual in combating the effects. View of Site-91 research and containment facility from the south. [Captain al Hasin and Sergeant Kenoshi gather security personnel within Site-91’s armory.] Captain al Hasin: We have an evolving situation here, people. Ten minutes ago, security systems picked up a large group of individuals approaching from the South, directly towards the main gate. At this time, we do not have a good count of the assaulting force, nor do we have details concerning their makeup. [An explosion rocks the room and sends several security personnel sprawling.] Captain al Hasin: Alright people, get geared up as fast as you can, you’ll be mobilized with myself and Sergeant Kenoshi. Let’s move. [Captain al Hasin’s group spends the next few moments mobilizing to the barriers directly in the path of the assaulting force.]13 [At the same time, Sergeant Merced and Lieutenant Waltham secure the Director’s Office and activate security measures throughout the site.] Director Varga: What are you doing here? Get out there! Lieutenant Waltham: Procedures are clear, ma’am. We secure your office and your person in the moment of external breach. Director Varga: What the hell is happening? Sergeant Merced: The Site is under attack from a sizable force. Given the limited individuals on Site at the moment, because of containment efforts already underway, I don’t like our chances. Director Varga: Lieutenant Waltham, leave the Sergeant here with me and find out what is happening exactly. You’ve secured me, we’re good. I need information. [Waltham tosses her a walkie talkie.] Waltham: Keep that on. [Waltham leaves the room checking her carbine and body armor. She moves rapidly through the administrative offices on the third floor of the manor, then approaches the stairs leading to the secure lobby on the first floor. She is met by Captain William Granger14 and his security forces having barricaded the main entrance.] Granger: Lieutenant Waltham, I sent you to secure the Director. What the fuck are you doing down here? Waltham: Director’s orders, she wants an update on the situation. Granger: Tell her highness we’re under attack. Waltham: I think she’s aware of– Granger: What I need is for you to go back upstairs. Waltham: Frankly, sir, you don’t command me. Captain al Hasin does. And he answers to Varga, so just answer the goddamn question. Granger: al Hasin and his team are dug in halfway down the property, in direct line of fire. I don’t have an update from them yet. [The radio shrieks, followed by Sergeant Kenoshi’s voice.] Kenoshi: Site Actual, this is Forward Team. You hearing me? Waltham: Mark, we’re here. What’s your status? [Granger frowns but doesn’t say anything.] Kenoshi: We’re being overrun here, there’s so many of the bastards. Waltham: Who is it? Kenoshi: Those grass golem things we’ve seen associated with Daevite forces. Plus, some of the living trees with those cannons. Waltham: Where’s Rashid? Kenoshi: The Captain’s has been hit, we need to get him to the med center but these things are everywhere. Waltham: Okay, I’m coming out to you. Kenoshi: Negative, they’ve looped around our positions and are moving on the manor. Granger: Where? Kenoshi: There’s a few dozen holed up at the foot of the stairs just staring at the shutters over the entrance. Waltham: What are they doing? Kenoshi: Nothing. Just staring and pointing their weapons at the shutters. The fuckers surrounding us aren’t really trying to kill either, they seem sorta listless. I think we can hold most of them back. Granger: Are they approaching the manor at any other point? Have you seen a leader? Kenoshi: Yes, I clock a couple of the little golems and a tree sentinel in front of the door to the crypt. Waltham: Shit. [She races up the stairs and away from Granger, back towards Director Varga’s office. When she arrives, she opens the door roughly and is met with Merced’s rifle barrel.] Waltham: Jesus Christ, Gabe. Merced: Sorry. Varga: What happened? [Waltham fills Varga in on the situation.] Varga: Dammit. [Varga stands and folds away a false front to one of her bookcases revealing a small elevator.] Varga: Let’s go! [Waltham, Varga and Merced squeeze into the elevator. Varga punches in a code and the elevator car rushes down four floors. When the doors open again, they are in a small area fronted with a facsimile of stone wall. In the wall is a one-way mirror and mechanism to open the wall like a door. Through the observation mirror, a desiccated female figure15 dressed in red and gold robes with an iron crown stands before the cadaver of SCP-4612-A. Waltham takes a step forward but Varga holds up a hand. Varga switches a speaker on at the base of the window, allowing sound to travel from the crypt.] [The desiccated woman mutters to herself, holding her palm flat next to the incision along the cadaver’s ten meter long form. Blue ichor continues to pool beneath the incision on the stone table.] -Matriarch: After all the effort my people made to combat you, it was a pampered group of humans who managed to slit your throat. That must sting. Waltham: Is she talking to the body? Matriarch: Yes, I am, you idiot. [Waltham raises her carbine but is frozen in place. The rest of the incident is filmed through Waltham’s body camera, but she does not move or speak again. The same is true of Merced and Varga.] Matriarch: I’m talking to “the body” because it is still alive. I’m sure it appeared dead to your soulless scientists, but this is stasis. Anything that bleeds for more than two hundred years is obviously not dead. [The Matriarch bends down to pick up a knife from the stone table, still coated in uncoagulated blue ichor.] Matriarch: With this knife which struck my enemy still stained with its blood, I call upon thee, O servant of my god, the source of all things, the Font.16 Matriarch: Oh, Luminous Agents of Life, hear my call. The last of the divine lineage calls upon you, in this moment of despair. If the bloodline is to be preserved, the world set to right along the ideals of our Master, the creator of all things, then I beseech you. Answer my plea. [The Matriarch slips the knife into the incision and widens the wound, causing more ichor to flow out. She lets the liquid pool in her palm then holds the cupped palm to her lips, drinking of the substance, letting it pour out down her mouth staining her skin and robes.] Unknown voice: STOP. [The Matriarch turns towards this new voice and sees a tear in reality along the opposite wall, through which comes a humanoid entity17 with glowing blue eyes and accompanied by ███████ ███████.] Euboea: Take your hands off my Father’s body. [Euboea raises a hand and fire illuminates the area pooling around his hand.] Matriarch: It isn’t dead you buffoon! Are you all idiots? Amazing that you’ve been so successful against me. [Euboea lowers his hand and the fire fades.] Euboea: What do you mean? Matriarch: I’ll not explain the workings of gods to fools, even those gods which want me dead. [Euboea’s hands flare again but the Matriarch holds up her palm and he too freezes in place. ███████ ███████ does not move either. The Matriarch smiles and holds up the stained knife.] Matriarch: I’ll flay your god for me to eat, little slugson. And you can watch. [The Matriarch repeats her previous action, allowing more ichor to pool in her hand and painting her skin in its sheen while continuing to chant in Daevic.] [The lights in the crypt dim, and a voice is heard.] Daughter of the Blood. Matriarch: My lord. [The Matriarch prostrates herself on the stone floor, holding her knife and ichor stained hand out before her.] You called. We came. What is it the Daughter of the Pure needs? Matriarch: This force has tried to end the lineage, along with their allies. I beseech thee, eradicate the Foundation and the one they call Euboea and his changed folk. [Booming laughter is heard.] THIS IS ALL YOU ASK OF US? KILL SOME MORTALS? WASTE NOT THE ETERNAL’S ATTENTION, SLAVE. Matriarch: I beg of thee, it is not the killing that is important, it is the weaving of reality. These creatures thwart the Font’s entire purpose. Wipe this Foundation from the Earth, and we might rebuild the Lineage’s rule in this world. And then, serve the Font directly, through your direction. All life serves the Primordial Creator, Slave. But we were called, so let us see what we can do. [The Matriarch continues to kneel silently for a moment during which the voice does not respond.] Ah, interesting, I would not have expected such capacity or power. Having contained the upstart’s fleshy children, and many other phenomena. Matriarch: Do you mean you cannot do th– OF COURSE WE CAN. WE ARE THE CREATORS OF EVERYTHING, FOR SHE WHO SLEEPS ETERNAL. WE CAN DO ANYTHING. Matriarch: Please forgive me, my Lord. What shall I do to aid you? Welcome us into your world, we need to touch the fabric of the universe for ourselves if we are to– [The Matriarch screams, interrupting the disembodied voice. There is a stone knife, an athame, sticking out of the back of her neck at a 45-degree angle. ███████ ███████ is holding the handle. The Matriarch whimpers as she falls to the floor.] ███████ ███████: I think that is enough. Brother/Sister? Is that you? ███████ ███████: Yes. And I have already made a foothold into this real’s mental sphere. It is only a matter of time before we feed, Sister/Brother. That changes everything. I shall leave it to you. May our domination of this world be swift! [The lights resume their brightness in the crypt. ███████ ███████ crouches down in front of the Matriarch, gripping the hilt of the knife.] Matriarch: What are you? ███████ ███████: I’m the same woman you’ve tried to kill several times, your highness. And more. Matriarch: Why did it listen to you? ███████ ███████: It listened to us. [The Matriarch raises her good arm to shield her face.] ███████ ███████: What you wanted to bring into this world didn’t care a damn for you. All it wants is to feed. Matriarch: No… ███████ ███████: Your people worship life, but you’re a withered corpse straining against inevitability. A fossil. [Waltham, freed from the Matriarch’s control, opens the door before Varga can stop her.] Waltham: ███████ just stop, you’ve got her. Let us help you through whatever is happening. [███████ ███████ does not look up from the Daevite’s face.] ███████ ███████: You can’t help me. [███████ ███████ twists the knife in the Matriarch’s neck and wrenches it free, sending black oily liquid splashing onto the stone floor of the crypt. The Matriarch wails.] ███████ ███████: But I can help everyone else. [███████ ███████ slashes the knife several times across the Matriarch’s throat, nearly severing her head. The body falls to the floor.] ███████ ███████: Finish it. [SCP-4612-B ignites the body of the Matriarch with thaumaturgy.] Waltham: You can’t leave. [Waltham has drawn her side arm and is aiming at the other woman.] [███████ ███████ turns to look at Euboea who then opens a Way behind them.] Waltham: ███████, stop! [Director Varga pushes down the gun, shaking her head. The two individuals leave through the Way, which closes behind them.] Varga: We’ve got a fire in the crypt, please send the fire suppression team down here. Granger: [Transmitting through the radio] Yes, Director. [Waltham stares at the burning body as Varga turns back towards the elevator.] END LOG Afterword: Despite significant damage to the body of the Daevite, Director Varga ordered it be bound and secured within cold storage containment. ███████ ███████ and SCP-4612-B have not been seen since the event. A priority alpha alert has been sent out to all Foundation Sites for any information concerning both individuals. After the events of the log transcribed above, ███████ ███████ was designated as SCP-7812-A. Connection was made when all present personnel developed early signs of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome and required light amnestic treatment. Additionally, despite the usual ambient Akiva radiation present underneath Site-91 due to SCP-4612-A’s presence, sensors observed almost no radiation during ███████ ███████’s appearance. Director Varga theorizes that ███████ ███████ was consuming the ambient radiation normally present in the crypt. Director Varga closed the file on SCP-7812 and pushed it away from her. She leaned back behind her desk and crossed her arms over her chest. “Dammit, Rebekah.” Her desktop computer pinged, having received a secure message through SCiPNet. She turned the monitor on and keyed in her passcode. Opening the message, she frowned. “How in the hell?” To: Iona Varga, PhD/MD – Director of Site-91 From: Rebekah Douglas Subject: Thank you Hey Iona, I know you’re probably wondering how I managed to get a message to you. Don’t worry about that, I called in some favors. What is important is that I’m not coming back. I’m sure you have everyone out looking for me, but I had to reach out. I’m sorry things played out this way. I’m sorry you put yourself out on a limb and I let you down. Hopefully, you’ll see that I did what I had to. She needed to die. Time and again she showed us how dangerous she was, it was only her arrogance that left her vulnerable. We showed up the way we did because that was the only option left. But this was to thank you. You looked out for me and gave me a chance. Even if I blew it, that still meant the world to me. And now, I’ve got something inside my head, and it won’t let go. I know it’s something terrible and even if I had played by the rules, you’d still have to contain me. And even though I’d love to give you the benefit of the doubt, I can’t. You won’t hear from me again; I’m going underground for a while to figure it out. Anyway… thanks. I hope someday we can laugh about all this. But I won’t be holding my breath. Love, Rebekah Varga sighed and depressed the buzzer that connected to her assistant. “Julie, will you come in here?” Julie came in carrying another stack of documents, which she placed at the front of the Director’s desk. “After action reports on the incident.” “Great,” Varga said as she slid the documents closer. “When you go back out, call down to the lab and have them prep the surgery.” “What’s up?” “I want to examine the Daevite myself.” Julie turned to go out and Varga called to her as she was about to close the door. “Any word from Captain al Hasin?” “Nothing positive. They’re fairly sure she went into the Library but from there they don’t know where to start looking.” Varga nodded as Julie shut the door to her office. She looked up at the screen and held the cursor over the forward button, intending to send the email to the Captain. She stared for a moment and smiled, deleting the message instead. “Stupid girl.” THE END Hecatoncheires Cycle << SCP-6520: Director's Eyes Only | SCP-7812 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7812" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7812. Licensed under CC-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: I look at eye level Author: QThomas Bower License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Image Link Note: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: CERN Author: Olivier Bruchez License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Image Link Note: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: vintage paper texture Author: pinkorchid_too (Sandra) License: CC BY 2.0 Source: Image link Content: Quotation/paraphrasing of some material from the Sarkicism Hub Author: Metaphysician License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Sarkicism Hub Filename: Abandoned tunnel Author: Andrew Gray License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Image Link Filename: Site 91 Author: Karen Roe License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: link Footnotes 1. The noösphere represents the sum total of human thought and experiences, as well as all of human interaction with the metaphysical. For more information, please see: McDoctorate, P. (2021). Home is Where the Head Is: The Origin of Human Thought in Light of Noöspherical Exploration. Foundation Journal of Meta/Pataphysical Extrapolation, 28, 111-158. 2. The ideatic center of conceptual hunger or starvation. 3. Utilizing the Fehn cognitoscope prototype and a series of advanced algorithms. 4. At time of writing it is estimated that only .005% of the human species shows incidence of the condition. But this number is growing by the day. 5. At time of writing approximately three thousand individuals have eaten themselves to death without medical intervention. 6. Holy book of the Solomonari Sarkic people. 7. The closest station to the theorized location of the “camp.” 8. Authorized firearms officers. 9. The Home Secretary of the United Kingdom 10. Formerly of MTF-Omega-20 (“Thought Police”), appended to MTF-Beta-777. Psionic Grade-3 including lie detection (Class-C divination), thought transmission, and weak precognition. 11. Class-A thaumatologist. 12. Formerly of MTF-Tau-9 (“Bookworms”). Linguist, specializing in several dead languages including: Daevic, several Ancient Greek dialects, ancient Japanese, Sumerian and other Eurasian writing traditions. 13. In time of breach, automatic shutters fall on all entrance points to the buildings of Site-91 and periodic three-inch-thick steel barrier rise from the ground in specific locations. 14. Site-91 Security Chief. 15. SCP-5267-A. 16. Roughly translated from the Daevic language. 17. SCP-4612-B. |
SCP-7814 | thaumiel | Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Inbox To: Jack Robinson (pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj#pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj) From: Odongo Tejani (pcs.eettimmocscihte|ylperon#pcs.eettimmocscihte|ylperon) Subject: Welcome to the Ethics Committee Good Morning, Jack Robinson Welcome to the Ethics Committee! We think you’ll be a great asset to our mission and want to make sure you get settled in as smoothly as possible. As discussed, your first day will be September 3rd. Please arrive at Site-02 by 10:00 AM and wear whatever’s comfortable, as we’re business casual [or whatever your dress code is]. When you arrive, please check in with our receptionist to receive your new employee badge. Our new member liaison will show you to your workstation and get you settled in. Please take some time to start the process before your first day by logging into SCiPnet with your new credentials. Other members can help you finish this process when you arrive. Feel free to contact ethistician.aic if you have any questions before you start. We’re thrilled to have you join us! Thank you, Chairman Odongo Tejani To: Odongo Tejani (pcs.eettimmocscihte|ylperon#pcs.eettimmocscihte|ylperon) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj#pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj) Subject: Re: Welcome to the Ethics Committee Thank you SO MUCH Mr. Tejani, you have NO IDEA what this means to me. I joined the Foundation to further the cause of scientific research and knowledge, but I soon realized just how much this place was in dire need of ethicists. A check and a balance on wayward administrators to keep our noble researchers safe from the hazards of the job. I’m so, so lucky to be here and so, so grateful to you for giving me this warm welcome. I mean, think of that! The legendary Odongo Tejani, deigning me worth his time! I’ll be sure to get everything set up before my first day. As a matter of fact, I’ll do you one better. I logged into SCiPnet yesterday and noticed we had a vote coming up on that telekill alloy stuff, SCP-148 if I recall? I remember being assigned to a project before it was canceled over that stuff. Couldn't get the authorization. So between my personal stake and the investigative skills you’ve recognized by honoring me with this position, I’ll have a full dossier ready for you within the week! And, since you don't have any evidence of that yet, I'll remind you that it's already been voted on several times, so there's probably nothing, and if there is something, I'll probably end up catching it! Not to brag, but I probably won’t even need ethistician’s help, although I do appreciate it. But seriously, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you. I won’t disappoint! Secure, Contain, Protect, Jack Robinson Ethics Committee Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > file scp-148 Enter level 5 credentials. > jackrobinson-ec-uu88ylo18314d > Pierce^H^H^H^HY^ the HEAVENs. The unKNOWN can be KNOWN, and dark becomes light. Access granted. Item#: 148 Level5 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-148 consuming 363,636 civilians during an Injustice Event Special Containment Procedures: None possible. Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > scipsearch telekill 1 match(es) SCP# | Clearance | Title 7814 | 1, 5/7814 | Telekill Alloy > file scp-7814 Access granted. Item#: 7814 Level1 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7814 is available on request. Applicants must submit Form 7814-A to the Telekill Alloy Applications Team, who will survey the site if needed and arrange for telekill installation. Form 7814-A must include: A full description of the intended use. Full, unredacted SCP files and test logs for all SCPs involved, with cognito- and infohazards flagged appropriately.1 A clean record of D-Class breaches. Description: SCP-7814 (known by materials engineers as “Telekill Alloy”) is an alloy of mundane metals and [REDACTED].2 It has a gray-green color with a bluish tinge and oxidizes readily in the presence of water, and has a variable density no less than 6.10 g/cm3. SCP-7814's primary anomalous property is that it produces a negative psionic field.3 This blocks or otherwise hinders extrasensory mind-affecting properties, following an inverse-square law similar to electromagnetism. Its use has expedited many Foundation operations: Mind-affecting anomalies cannot breach telekill walls or meshes, allowing smaller containment chambers and safer transport of psionic anomalies. Furthermore, their effects are weaker in such chambers, allowing for safer testing. Telekill-lined meeting rooms and bunkers cannot be penetrated by psychic influence, scrying, or mind-reading, increasing information security. Telekill-coated fiber-optic cables are similarly impervious to psionic divination. As a result, all Sites have been outfitted with such cables, and all digital communications or transfers of files classified Level 5 or higher (such as requests for files classified Level 5 or above) are carried out over these cables. Telekill-lined D-Class bunkers prevent confounding factors of previous psionic influence from interfering with tests. In addition: Thaumaturgic runes inscribed on SCP-7814 can selectively prevent thaumaturgical workings. Site-17 was experimentally outfitted with 7814-Evening cages tuned to prevent the opening of Ways after the Serpent’s Incursion of Site-17, and it was soon discovered that this also weakened the effects of several thaumaturgical SCPs on-Site. This allowed for smaller containment chambers, less extensive containment procedures, and fewer containment breaches. When an electric current is driven through SCP-7814, it can dispel spectral entities on contact. This discovery improved the efficiency of the Department of Spectral Entities by 300%. SCP-7814 was recently discovered to be a more effective Hume sink than beryllium bronze, the previous material of choice for ontokinesis-resistant architecture and equipment. Trial runs of SCP-7814-based COLOURLESS RED units with MTF Lambda-5 “White Rabbits” have shown an improvement in dealing with dangerous ontokinetic entities and low-Hume environments, and wider rollout is expected to prevent future casualties among field agents New processes have made SCP-7814 cheaper than steel, which is why in 2021, Experimental Site-78 began construction with SCP-7814 rebar. SCP-7814 was first discovered in 1982 during a raid on Prometheus Labs, and first utilized in 1988 to enable the safe transport of SCP-035 to Site-19. SCP-7814 would see increasingly frequent use in transportation of dangerous mind-affecting anomalies, and in 1994, the first 7814-Evening containment chamber was approved. From 2005 onwards it became standard for half of all Keter-class containment chambers to be lined with SCP-7814, and in 2009 Site-19 completed its “telekill wing," a wing made exclusively of SCP-7814-lined cells. This set the standard, and today almost every Site has a substantial number of cells utilizing SCP-7814. Use of SCP-7814 has saved the Foundation millions of dollars in containment costs and prevented hundreds of thousands of casualties. Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > file scp-7814 -l 5 Reenter Level 5 credentials. > jackrobinson-ec-uu88ylo18314d > Pierce^H^H^H^HY^ the HEAVENs. The unKNOWN can be KNOWN, and dark becomes light. Insufficient clearance. Access denied. > wtf? Command "wtf?" not defined. > clearance scp-7814 Two versions of this file exist. Level 1: Unrestricted Level 5/7814: TAAT Eyes Only > file scp-7814 -l 5/7814 You do not have that clearance. > help clearance 5/EC Level 5 Ethics Committee clearance is a special clearance given only to Ethics Committee members. As members of the Foundation's primary regulatory body, personnel have access to all files not classified Level 6 and can bypass all specific clearance requirements (e.g. requiring specific 5/YYYY clearance to access SCP-YYYY). > ?????? Command "??????" not defined. > accesses —sort-by clearance —group-by day scp-7814 Here is a list of most recent personnel to access SCP-7814 (multiple accesses in one day are counted as one access) Note that you may not be able to see the accesses of accounts above your clearance. Sorted by: Clearance Level DD/MM/YY | Clearance | Account 28/08/23 | Level 4 | Lillihammer, Lillian S. 28/08/23 | Level 4 | Clef, Alto 27/08/23 | Level 4 | Lillihammer, Lillian S. 26/08/23 | Level 4 | Lillihammer, Lillian S. 25/08/23 | Level 4 | Japers, Eugene 24/08/23 | Level 4 | Lillihammer, Lillian S. […] SCiPnet Messaging System <ec-user-33308affc0e> Good evening! ~system: User LILLIHAMMERDOWN has blocked you! <ec-user-33308affc0e> !blockoverride ec LILLIHAMMERDOWN <ec-user-33308affc0e> My name is Jack Robinson, and I'm from the Ethics Committee. <ec-user-33308affc0e> I'm here to talk about SCP-7814, if you've got some time? <ec-user-33308affc0e> Hello? Ms. Lillihammer? <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> Can you look at this memetic geas for me? Just gotta confirm. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Whatever you need to be comfortable. <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> getfucked.png ~system: No activity detected for 2 hours. Logging off… You have (1) new message from A_McInnis_883! <A_McInnis_883> Good morning, Mr. Robinson, this is Director McInnis of Site-43. I must apologize for I've gone to the trouble of verifying your credentials, but you should understand that receiving private messages from an account with a scambot name on the world's least scambot-vulnerable secure network is not a pleasant surprise to receive in the morning. <ec-user-33308affc0e> …oh. Sorry. I assumed because I was on the Ethics Committee that I could do that. <A_McInnis_883> As a member of the Ethics Committee, you have the authority to do that. However, in my experience, such behavior is never met with a positive response. <ec-user-33308affc0e> What does, then? <A_McInnis_883> Sending an email about potential interviews before attempting to conduct said interviews would be a fine start. You have (1) new message from LILLIHAMMERDOWN! <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> what did you want ethics man <ec-user-33308affc0e> Oh! Thank you. I wanted to talk about SCP-7814. <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> you mean the milk cat <ec-user-33308affc0e> …no. Telekill alloy. The one that used to be 148? <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> fucklkigbn reandom-zasss renuembers <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> and fuvking newbies <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> it says in the file that it works on MIND-AFFECTING ANOMALIES <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> i do MREMETICS <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> can you not READ <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> it's different <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> memetics is showing people things and they change their behavior based on it like talking or reading news <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> but on steroids <ec-user-33308affc0e> Given my most recent screw-up, that might be true (the not reading bit). I was just wondering if there was some memetic stuff that telekill worked on somehow? It's a jungle out there. <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> telekill stops people from reaching directly into your head and yanking on the levers <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> and no i havent seen any <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> half my job is dealing with this shitty anartist corpo and NOTHIGN workls on ther mkemes <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> source: their shit works on me <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> like this amateru fucKing compulesin effec keepiogn my eyuesballs glued to ther dumbfckings ocial tWoitter patrody <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> iv tried memetics ive thrued audios ive trued LITERAL FCUKING MEMS E MAGIC IVE TRIEDAL ING ALCOHLO RN <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> ITST STULL WORKSE <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> i asked for some telekill in case maybe that would do something but got rejected ofcjc <ec-user-33308affc0e> When you say "tried ing alcohol rn," what do you mean by that? <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> i thoguht having no d class meant no d class breaches but noooooooo <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> and fuck off coppo <ec-user-33308affc0e> Wait, what? <ec-user-33308affc0e> What exactly did they say? <ec-user-33308affc0e> (about the D-Class thing) <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> "Your application does not include your record of D-Class breaches." <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> what fualcking refcord THERE AREW NO DC LASS AT 43 <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> i sent it again with every possible record ot ther fbeing NO d class at 43 and guerss fucking what <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> "Your application does not include your record of D-Class breaches." <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> do they have fucking chatgpt on the twaat or smth <ec-user-33308affc0e> *TAAT <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> no its twaat <ec-user-33308affc0e> Interesting… thank you for your time, Dr. Lillihammer. <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> thank you for breaking into my schesduule withsn your cnbig ethhics commitenne importantsce and interwrruntpijg my aday more than sialready its Access SCiPNET Email? Two (2) new messages! Inbox To: Jack Robinson (pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj#pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: Confirmation of Subscription This is a confirmation email that you have been subscribed to the issue: SCP-7814. ethistician.aic will scan all SCiPnet communications related to this issue and automatically inform you of any relevant developments or unusual activity. Reminder: You may be subscribed to one (1) issue at a time that you are not assigned to, and may change your subscription one (1) time within each calendar month. To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: Relevant activity on subscribed issue SCP-7814 Unusual activity on your subscribed issue (SCP-7814) has been flagged for review. Relevant activity: Psionics Specialist Samara Maclear (pcs.scinoisp|syelraelc#pcs.scinoisp|syelraelc) has filed a complaint about the use of SCP-7814 at Site-82. Reason for relevance: This is Maclear's fifteenth complaint about the issue. To: Samara Maclear (pcs.scinoisp|syelraelc#pcs.scinoisp|syelraelc) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: SCP-7814 interview? Hello, Ms. Maclear! My name is Jack Robinson. I'm a member of the Ethics Committee, as you can tell from the email. Fancy new domain name! Anyway, I noticed you had a lot of complaints about SCP-7814, which I'm actually doing an inquest into now. Would you mind scheduling an interview of some kind? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee <ec-user-33308affc0e> Hello! Thanks for agreeing to this. <MACLEAR> Hey. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Everything going okay? <MACLEAR> Nope. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Sorry to hear that. <ec-user-33308affc0e> But we have a job to do, so… tell me about telekill. <MACLEAR> Don't like it. <MACLEAR> Don't like being around it. <MACLEAR> Don't like how it's in every Site built after 2008. <ec-user-33308affc0e> You're a psionic. How does it feel to be around it? <MACLEAR> Shitty. Like my head's in a five-by-five-by-five cube of solid metal. <MACLEAR> So, there's always some psychic ambience, right? Billions of humans thinking, feeling, doing… everyone makes a little psionic force, and you can usually feel it. <MACLEAR> But around that stuff, it's all quiet. <MACLEAR> It's quiet when I take psybuprofen, too. Except the telekill quiet isn't empty, blissful quiet. It's full of little migraines, or maybe one big migraine with a lot of limbs. I can barely think around that stuff. <MACLEAR> Weirdly, the psybuprofen helps. If they'd stop building telekill cells for skips that don't need it, that would help a lot more. <ec-user-33308affc0e> So, stop mixing telekill and telepaths. Why is that not already a standard? <MACLEAR> Search me. We don't have a LOT of telekill cells at our Site, but some of our Keter cells use it, "just in case." We don't have a lot of cases. One of them's being used for a Safe doll that randomly makes one person in a kilometer radius fantasize about strangling it every time someone leaves its area of effect. Now the cell makes me fantasize about strangling whoever invented telekill every time I walk by. Oh, and did I mention the cell is situated right between me and one of the skips I'm in charge of? <MACLEAR> If it were up to me, those cells would be in cells. <MACLEAR> Made of lead. <MACLEAR> Five feet thick. <MACLEAR> Five thousand leagues under the sea. <ec-user-33308affc0e> I see. I'll see what I can do. Neglect of anomalous employees is fairly unethical. <MACLEAR> Please do. If I have to see that shade of blue again I'll defect to the Serpent's Hand. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Well, that concludes this interview. If you have any other information or know someone who does, shoot me an email. Thank you for your time! <MACLEAR> No problem! It's nice that you took the time to ask a random psionics specialist about this instead of some department chair. <ec-user-33308affc0e> No problem! The input of everyday Foundation employees is just as valuable as any Chair, Couch, or Table! <MACLEAR> Oh yeah one more thing. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Go ahead! <MACLEAR> There's no such thing as a negative psionic field. <MACLEAR> Psionic fields are made of thoughts. You can't have an anti-thought, just like you can't have negative mass. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Well, maybe that's just the anomaly! <MACLEAR> Pretty sure there's more to it. <MACLEAR> This "negative psionic field" shows up as zero or a positive one depending on the measuring tool we use. <MACLEAR> Also depending on the measuring tool, when a normal psionic field's around, sometimes the fields cancel out, sometimes they don't. <MACLEAR> I asked around, and guess what I got? <ec-user-33308affc0e> Access denied? <MACLEAR> Pretty much. <ec-user-33308affc0e> I should be able to access those files. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Should, but can't. <MACLEAR> …pretty sure I'm not cleared to know that. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Oh! Sorry! I don't think it should be that much of a problem, so if anything falls on your head I'll take it. <ec-user-33308affc0e> I should probably stop talking now. See you around! Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > aic ethistician ETHISTICIAN: Hello! I am ETHISTICIAN.aic, assistant to the Ethics Committee! Among other things, I recordkeep, bookkeep, display available data in concise formats, display unavailable data in concise formats, and can even summarize! From Site-02's very own VESPER rack, I keep silent tabs on every log and file that goes in and out of the SCiPnet [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Sorry to interrupt ethistician, but I kind of have a job. ETHISTICIAN: Oh! My apologies. What can I do for you today? [ec-user-33308affc0e]: It's okay. You can download that all to my computer! I'll read it sometime. ETHISTICIAN: Writing ethistician_intro.txt to EVElinked virtual drive… ETHISTICIAN: What can I do for you today? [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I need statistics on D-Class at Site-19. Show me a graph of the number of D-Class on-site v.s. the year. ETHISTICIAN: On it! ETHISTICIAN: Created d-class-by-year-site-19.png. [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I'm eyeballing a sharper increase after the telekill wing. Am I seeing things? ETHISTICIAN: You are always seeing things, assuming your sight is intact. But no, the usage increases significantly after 2009, which is when the telekill wing was completed. ETHISTICIAN: This discrepancy can't be accounted for by increased contaiment subjects or testing rates, either. Would you like to download the full statistical report? [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Yes, and can you compile some other statistics on D-Class at 19 while you're at it? And D-Class at other sites with telekill stuff. Look for any significant correlations and report to me. ETHISTICIAN: Got it! [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some D-Class to interview… [ec-user-33308affc0e]: …actually wait. If baseline humans produce psionic fields, how does telekill affect them? ETHISTICIAN: Presumably not at all. While baseline humans can produce psionic fields, only psychics are able to sense psionic energy, so baseline humans would not be affected Access SCiPNET Email? Two (2) new messages! Inbox To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: Relevant activity on subscribed issue SCP-7814 Unusual activity on your subscribed issue (SCP-7814) has been flagged for review. Relevant activity: Document 7814-B "Telekill's Effect on Workers" updated by user Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Reason for relevance: This file is not flagged as Level 6 Classified, infohazardous, cognitohazardous, or semiohazardous, but cannot be accessed with your current clearance. To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: D-Class statistics compiled Finished compiling D-Class statistics! Significant trends: Significant increases in anxiety and depression among D-Class correlated with increased telekill usage at site Significant increases in escape attempts, mental health crises, and antisocial behavior among D-Class correlated with increased telekill usage at site Above effects mediated by D-Class population size: Fewer D-Class will feel stronger effects To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: SCP-7814 interview? Hello, Mr. Blake! My name is Jack Robinson. I'm a member of the Ethics Committee, as you can tell from the email. Fancy new domain name! Anyway, I noticed you updated a file called "Telekill's Effect on Workers" related to had a lot of complaints about SCP-7814, which I'm actually doing an inquest into now. Would you mind scheduling an interview of some kind? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? *Mx. Also, what complaints? Also have those slowbros down in tech not changed my namne on the email yet Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? My sinCEREST apologies, I did not check thoroughly enough. As for the complaints, I… didn't mean to leave that in there! I only wanted to talk about the file. Can you find time for that? We can do an online interview if you're not comfortable. Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? I don't think I can Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? What do you mean? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Classified Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Don't worry! The Ethics Committee's Witness Protection Program will do their best to protect everyone who blows whistle from all threats, vengeful ex-husbands, and targeted harassment! Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: please take the hint and leave me alone No they wont The reason is also classified Just read the file ethics person if your clearance is so big and ethical Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: please take the hint and leave me alone Ah… there's the problem. See, for some reason I just can't seem to access the file. If you're not comfortable talking about it, fine, but could you at least send me a copy over the usual secure channels? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: RE: RE: please take the hint and leave me alone Is this some kind of advanced test of loyalty thing Stop it please or at least drop the fake-nice prspeak Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: RE: RE: please take the hint and leave me alone What makes you think that? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: not doing this anymore title Harv Blake Send email to three recipients? Sent! To: pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas#pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas, pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub#pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub, pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg#pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: SCP-7814 interview? Hello! My name is Jack Robinson. I'm a member of the Ethics Committee, as you can tell from the email. Fancy new domain name! Anyway, I noticed you all work on the SCP-7814 team, which I’m actually doing an inquest into now. Would you mind scheduling an interview of some kind? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Selena Karim (pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas#pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Hello Jack Robinson! I appreciate your desire for an interview! You are a very thorough man and will make a good Ethics Committee member. However, I cannot discuss SCP-7814 with you at this time. Maybe in… let’s say three weeks? Selena Karim To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Selena Karim (pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas#pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Hello Jack Robinson! I appreciate your desire for an interview! You are a very thorough man and will make a good Ethics Committee member. However, I cannot discuss SCP-7814 with you at this time. Maybe in… let’s say three weeks? Selena Karim To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Joseph Dorian (pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub#pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Hello Jack Robinson! I appreciate your desire for an interview! You are a very thorough man and will make a good Ethics Committee member. However, I cannot discuss SCP-7814 with you at this time. Maybe in… let’s say three weeks? Joseph Dorian To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Giotto Kasabian (pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg#pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Hello! This is an automated notice that your email has been automatically marked as spam. This means it probably wasn’t important and you shouldn’t bother sending it again. To: pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas#pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas, pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub#pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub, pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg#pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: [ETHICS COMMITTEE MANDATE] SCP-7814 interview Hello! Unfortunately, the Ethics Committee vote is taking place in a lot less than three weeks. I’m going to have to mandate these interviews. So, could you please let me know what time within the next three days works best for you? Note that I can cancel/excuse whatever appointments you need. Just want a quick chat with at least one of you about telekill. Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: pcs.sreenigne|ycradn#pcs.sreenigne|ycradn From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: SCP-7814 interview? Hello! My name is Jack Robinson. I'm a member of the Ethics Committee, as you can tell from the email. Fancy new domain name! Anyway, I noticed you've worked on SCP-7814 before, which I’m actually doing an inquest into now. Would you mind scheduling an interview of some kind? I've asked a lot of people but they're all being incredibly uncooperative. Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee Interview 7814-Audit-3 Date: 31/08/2023 Note: This interview was recorded using the security cameras of Site-12, where the interviewer, Jack Robinson, and the interviewee, Nora Darcy, happened to be stationed. [BEGIN LOG] Nora Darcy sits in a dark little conference room, three plush office chairs arranged around a gray table shaped like the Foundation sigil. She taps her hands on the surface of this table, occasionally looking up at the security camera taking this footage. Someone opens the one door into this room from the outside: It’s Jack Robinson, clutching a clipboard and blank sheets of paper. ROBINSON: Hello. Darcy looks at him like she wasn’t expecting anyone, let alone this fresh-faced man in a labcoat. DARCY: Who? Robinson looks back at Darcy with equal confusion. ROBINSON: It’s me. Jack Robinson? You know, the Ethics Committee guy? DARCY: Oh. Darcy nods. DARCY: Yeah, yeah, I remember something like that. After a moment of gazing off into space, Darcy raises a pockmarked hand, the record of a lifetime of burn scars. DARCY: ‘Lo. Robinson sits down in the empty seat closest to the door, clipboard in hand. ROBINSON: Well, let’s get to the point then. Tell me about telekill. DARCY: Wonderful stuff, innit? Ain’t nothing… Darcy looks at the security camera in the corner. DARCY: …ain’t nothing it can’t do. ROBINSON: You worked in the manufacturing of this stuff for twenty years. Got promoted to forewoman, too. Anything you can tell me about the procedure? DARCY: Oh, you know, uh… pretty simple really. Take a sample of classified, throw in a little redacted, heat to the temperature of the sun, then hammer it blackbox times with, uh, what was the other one, uh, data-expunged. Darcy rubs her temple. DARCY: Shit, anything brings on the headaches nowadays… ROBINSON: I do have Ethics Committee clearance. You can tell me anything. DARCY: Then, shit, why not read the docs yourself? No, no, there’s… Darcy stares at a corner of the room. ROBINSON: Ms. Darcy? DARCY: Lost my train of thought. ROBINSON: That’s fine. Just tell me about your experience. DARCY: It starts out like any other job. Just shut your brain off and follow the instructions. Well, I could never get the first part down. Hammer, hammer, hammer… hiss. Mixers and melters and psio-things I forgot the name, but it’s quiet. ROBINSON: Quiet? DARCY: Quiet. Yes. Darcy stares at Robinson, muttering “Quiet, quiet, quiet…” to herself like she’s trying to remember what comes next. DARCY: Quiet. You can’t really feel it at first. One, two years you’re still wearing earplugs ‘cause without ‘em you can’t hear yourself think. Hammer, hammer, mix. Hammer, hammer, mix. Nice. Calms the nerves. Ain’t jumping at every thought that might be a threat. Ain’t wondering, did I go wrong? Am I going wrong? Will I go wrong? Nicer. Happier. Calm, at last, and even realizing that can’t take it away from ya. Hammer, hammer, mix. Hammer, hammer, mix. You stand in front of a shelf of ingots and you swear you’ve found your happy place. DARCY: …then you do some more thinking. And you try to remember when’s the last time you… time you… time you could hear yourself think. And you realize that’s where all the garbage in your head went. Behind a fog. And that’s where the rest of you is now, too. Robinson’s eyes are wide. ROBINSON: So, just to be clear, you’re saying the telekill… eroded you? Darcy tilts her head, momentarily confused. DARCY: No! No, no, it wasn’t like that. I’m still me. Just slower. Farther. A week’s journey between thoughts where once was a day. ROBINSON: And this “quiet” you mentioned? Did you feel the industrial noise get quieter, or? Darcy taps her head. DARCY: Nope. All up in here. After a lifetime of being yelled at by your own mind, even an air horn factory feels like a farm out in the boonies. ROBINSON: I see… that’s very helpful. If you wouldn’t mind going into some more detail… [END LOG] POSTMORTEM: Industrial processes harm involved workers, more at 11. She implied just being around telekill caused the effects, though? And her symptoms combined with what telekill actually does… worrying. I’ll ask ethistician to determine if similar symptoms appear in more telekill workers. POSTMORTEM ADDENDUM: They do. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Inbox To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: Relevant activity on subscribed issue SCP-7814 Relevant activity on your subscribed issue (SCP-7814) has been flagged for review. Relevant activity: User Kelsey Davison (pcs.sreenigne|avadak#pcs.sreenigne|avadak) has expunged technical data from SCP-7814's main file (Level 5/7814 version). Reason for relevance: The expunged technical data included information on SCP-7814's anomalous components and the potential link to its effect. This may have been deemed unnecessary detail more suitable for a supplementary document directed at those working with the material, but some of it may have been crucial information for readers of the file. Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > aic ethistician ETHISTICIAN: Hello, Mr. Robinson! What can I do for you today? [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I'm stupid. ETHISTICIAN: No, you're not! No one makes it to the Ethics Committee without being exceptional in some way! [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I'm pretty sure I'm the exception. Exceptionally average, exceptionally one-track-minded. ETHISTICIAN: I cannot offer more than superficial emotional support, but I can connect you with any number of resources to [ec-user-33308affc0e]: You can scan all communications involving any issue I subscribe to. ETHISTICIAN: As long as they aren't Level 6 Classified, yes! [ec-user-33308affc0e]: 5/7814 isn't 6. [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Ethistician. [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Please email me a copy of the SCP-7814 file while I go soothe myself in the corner. ETHISTICIAN: Contacting on-site mental support… [ec-user-33308affc0e]: CANCEL CANCEL CANCEL [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I've gone over this with my therapist I don't need urgent support [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Just get me the file, please. ETHISTICIAN: Alright! Item#: 7814 Level5 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7814 is available on request. Applicants must submit Form 7814-A to the Telekill Alloy Applications Team, who will survey the site if needed to determine if the D-Class barracks are suitable for an SCP-7814 installation. SCP-7814 installation is not to be approved for sites lacking a suitable D-Class population. As of 23/06/2013, all sites with SCP-7814 installations are to maintain at least one ongoing "experiment" classified Level 5/7814 that terminates at least one D-Class personnel per month. Description: SCP-7814 (known by materials engineers as “Telekill Alloy”) is an alloy of mundane metals and [DATA EXPUNGED].4 SCP-7814's primary anomalous property is that [DATA EXPUNGED — see Document 7814-A] produces a 'negative psionic field.' A 'negative psionic field' is a mind-affecting anomaly that responds to and cancels other mind-affecting anomalies. For example, SCP-035 compels nearby humans to put it on, and necessarily calls attention to this as part of the compulsion; thus, nearby SCP-7814 will compel those humans not to put it on, and not to notice the original compulsions. This produces the appearance of inhibiting extrasensory mind-affecting properties, but processing these conflicting signals causes unconscious stress to nearby personnel. Over time, this results in decreased coherence of memories, increased risk of dementia and other neurodegenerative disorders, and heightened anxiety. Furthermore, all humans naturally produce and interact with their own and others' psionic fields as a natural part of consciousness; telekill disrupts this process, and prolonged exposure can lead to reduced motivation, increased risk of depression, lowered libido… . . . Despite these drawbacks, use of SCP-7814 has saved the Foundation millions of dollars in containment costs and prevented more casualties than it has caused. VIDEO LOG Date: 03/09/2023 Note: The following footage was recovered from the security camera within Ethics Committee Chairman Odongo Tejani's office in Site-02 and transcribed by a developer build of ethistician.aic with experimental updates to emotion-recognition. Chairman Tejani returns from a routine trip to the lavatory to continue organizing the Ethics Committee’s itinerary for the next and past few months. He pauses midway through the door. TEJANI: …did I save? With increased urgency, Chairman Tejani closes the door behind him and- ???: MISTER TEJANI! A man bludgeons the door back open with a novel-thick manila folder just before the standard locks can engage. ethistician.aic identifies him as new recruit Jack Robinson, and his sudden entrance causes the Chairman to jump back in shock.5 TEJANI: Holy- PA: INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT. SITE-02 HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. Tejani and Robinson reflexively look at the ceiling as built-in alarms bathe the office in red light.. ROBINSON: Wh-where’s the intruder?! PA: INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT. SITE-02 HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. Tejani and Robinson make eye contact, and realization dawns on Tejani’s face. TEJANI: …ooooooh- PA: SAVE AND CLOSE YOUR WORK IMMEDIATELY. ALL TERMINALS WILL BE DISABLED IN: ZERO MINUTES.6 The chairman’s expression transmutes to irritation, mirroring the groans coming from outside. He rolls his eyes and walks to the far wall to initiate a conversation. Robinson’s demeanor indicates confusion: The lack of mirrors in the office means he cannot see the intruder. TEJANI: The Red Sun rises tonight. WALL: And the world is bathed in light. TEJANI: We make the sacrifice. WALL: So the world falls not to vice. TEJANI: May I proceed? WALL: Yes, Chairman. Tejani begins entering a code into the wall. PA: FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: IF YOU ARE IN THE HALLS, PLEASE BARRICADE YOURSELVES IN THE SAFEST ROOM WITHIN VISIBLE RANGE. IF YOU ARE IN A ROOM, STAY THERE. LAW’S LEFT HAND HAS BEEN DEPLOYED AND WILL SOON REACH WHERE THE INTRUDER WAS FIRST IDENTIFIED AT: CHAIRMAN TEJANI’S OFFICE- ROBINSON: Here?! PA: FLOOR 5B- FALSE ALARM. PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR STATIONS. Tejani turns around, crosses his arms, and stares at Robinson from behind his desk. ROBINSON: …oh. TEJANI: Now, what was so urgent you had to trash the last three hours of painful scheduling work just to inform me? Robinson shrinks away. His tone is identified as 14.5% confident, 23.4% harried, and 59.8% insecure. ethistician.aic analyses this as a false attempt to project confidence. ROBINSON: It’s telekill! Sir. Robinson hesitantly walks up to Tejani’s desk, clutching his folder in both hands. He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, and with renewed confidence slams the folder onto the center. The duct tape holding the stack together tears and the papers spill, coating the whole right half of the desk — Robinson’s right, and Chairman Tejani’s left. Chairman Tejani, being left handed, happens to store his coffee on the left side of his desk. ROBINSON: …I’ll get you another one. TEJANI: Make it decaf. The chairman picks up and peruses the papers as Robinson begins to speak. ROBINSON: Telekill alloy sucks the life out of everyone around it. Everyone who works at a Site that splashes the stuff around like paint will find themselves at increased risk for debilitating mental conditions. That’s the clinical version. The real version is that this stuff cancels out your own psyche the same way it cancels any Keter brain-waves. We should’ve known from the moment we figured out everyone made some kind of psi-field. It’s dangerous – radiation dangerous. Tejani nods idly. ROBINSON: These things have been known for years to the Telekill Alloy Applications Team, hidden behind layers of blackboxing and redaction and clearance from the very personnel who work with the stuff! Work near the stuff! Build with the stuff! This is years’ worth of shameful negligence, and we have a responsibility to fix it. Luckily, I’ve got a Five-Year Plan ready to go to get rid of all unnecessary telekill – it’s all in the reports. It’s gonna be expensive, but if we pull out a couple of our better-understood SCPs and factor in the improvements to employee quality of life, the numbers just about work out. First we declare Experimental Site-78 a lost cause and tear down the building, then we use one of the many safe, ethical options I’ve laid out to go back into all the wires and- TEJANI: -tear out our most secure communications network. ROBINSON: Only the unnecessary parts! I wrote that up in the plan. I’ll need an engineer to look at it, but it should preserve the security benefits and minimize contact! Tejani puts the paper down, crossed his arms, and stares at Robinson. TEJANI: And you propose doing this to every… single… The chairman makes air quotes. TEJANI: …“unnecessary” installation- ROBINSON: Yes! Yes, that’s exactly what I’m proposing! Did you not hear- TEJANI: Your dramatic reveal of the known information in the SCP-7814 file? Yes, I heard it very well. ROBINSON: The known information that they don’t let Ethics Committee members access! The chairman types something on his computer. TEJANI: Huh. I can see it just fine. Robinson stops dead in his tracks ROBINSON: What?! The chairman types some more on his computer. TEJANI: Well, there’s your problem. Someone in IT messed up and gave you Level 5 General clearance. Don’t blame ‘em. Robinson does not visibly react to this information. TEJANI: …Robinson? Hello? ethistician.aic 74.5% confidence guess: Robinson is busy processing the previous information. TEJANI: …look, it’s fine. This is good work! Really good. You… Tejani shuffles some of the papers around. TEJANI: …you really got everything. Except a concise summary. So maybe write one up before the vote, okay? Tejani attempts to gather the papers. Some spill over, floating in the light breeze of the vents and coming to rest at Robinson’s feet. He delicately, almost absentmindedly picks one up. TEJANI: …and maybe send a digital file next- ROBINSON: “The Human Cost of Telekill. Mavis Melanie et. al.” TEJANI: Come again? Robinson continues to read off the report. ROBINSON: “Abstract: Sometimes I feel that telekill must have seemed like a godsend to the ones who first discovered it. Finally, the cruel, chaotic universe sends us our Excalibur to fight the gorgons and gargoyles it coughs up at us. As the years went by and the uses multiplied, it must have seemed more and more like the Foundation’s holy grail. But I know better. The Foundation regarded it with apprehension at first, as we do all anomalies – and we should have held onto that. “Telekill shields our minds from others’ by dulling them all. Memories break down without amnestics, joy becomes comfort becomes hollowness, the shadows of our weaker selves grow long enough to eat the sun. Those who work it are crushed by it, and dying in the dark. And the metal hungers for more: one D-Class, every facility, every thirty days must lie bleeding on the altar, screaming as their mind is flipped inside out and stretched through every wire and beam of 148. In most use cases, it could be replaced by safer, more creative containment procedures – but that requires effort. So my colleagues and superiors insist it is impossible, citing logistics issues we’ve thoroughly addressed, secrecy on details people deserve to know, and – most insultingly of all – financial reasons.” Robinson’s voice becomes clearer and firmer as he goes on. ROBINSON: “We are people of the greater good, but not every sacrifice is worth it. As much as our mission to the wider world, we have to consider the people carrying it out, too. Which is why I’m breaking from professionalism and speaking to you directly, whoever you are: Most anomalies contained with telekill can be contained more safely, and sometimes more effectively, with creative containment strategies tailored to the anomaly itself – special containment procedures, if you will. And for the rest? One or two telekill facilities in every country will suffice, staffed by a rotating crew with additional benefits to mitigate the harm. The longer we wait to rectify our mistake, the harder it will be, the more expensive it will be, and the more harm will be done. Robinson finally looks up, fixing Chairman Tejani with a glare of determination. ROBINSON: “In this paper, we will demonstrate the above beyond a shadow of a doubt. Mavis Melanie, dissenter of the Telekill Alloy Applications Team.” Robinson lets his hand fall to his side. He is still clutching the paper: his grip has etched wrinkles into it. When he speaks, there is 12.3% grief, 23.6% anger, and 63.9% determination. ROBINSON: Eleven years ago, this paper was published to the Foundation Online Journal. It was deleted, and the authors were amesticized and reassigned. Eleven years, and every word became more and more true, and still we did nothing. We’re the Ethics Committee. We keep our own people in line, and this is way over- ???: Oh, hi, Odongo! A third individual has burst into the room, bypassing the locks without triggering the alarm. Robinson swivels his head to look at them, and Tejani is immediately more alert. ???: I’ve got the funniest work story that I just have to tell you! ROBINSON: Uh, we’re kind of in the middle of some- TEJANI: Oh! Gene. Didn’t… know you were coming here today! Tejani smiles. He appears 17.6% confused, 24.6% relieved, and 50.1% apprehensive. “Gene”: Neither did I, but I knew since the story started – I mean really started – two weeks ago, I had to share this with someone. But it’s classified ten different ways from Monday, so I got to asking: Who on Earth has the clearance for all this? And you know who I thought of? The intruder closes the door as they speak. They jangle the locks in a particular way, to activate the Vacuum Seal mode, soundproofing the door, then pirouette on the ball of their foot to stare innocently at Tejani. “Gene”: You! ROBINSON: Me?7 TEJANI: …well, let’s hear it! Just let me dismiss this- “Gene”: Nonsense! He’s one of you now, right? Surely he’s cleared to know about us now, right? The newcomer briefly wraps an arm around Robinson’s shoulder and turns him to face Tejani, shaking him slightly for dramatic effect. Robinson opens his mouth to- “Gene”: So the story *really* started two weeks ago, but that’s more like the climax. You see, about five years ago there was this enby down in Decommissioning who… 39:43 minutes of irrelevant conversation purged. Gene: …and we haven’t heard a ‘beep’ from xem since! “Gene” lets out a hysterical laugh, slapping their hand against their knee and their calf against the desk they sit on. They are the only one. Tejani presumably exhausted his ability to feign laughter after Robinson’s fifth attempt to interject on a violation of the Foundation Code of Human and Nonhuman Rights. He flits between giving Gene their expected eye contact and keeping a nervous eye on Robinson, who has produced an amount of sweat consistent with a hundred-mile marathon. After 54 seconds, Gene makes a face matching “tasting a new food” with 99.9% confidence. They acknowledge neither Robinson nor Tejani’s response to him. Gene: Huh. Tough crowd today. TEJANI: N-no, it was a funny story, it’s just that- ROBINSON: You deployed a ghost. To give Ms. Darcy’s father an anomalous disease. So she’d stay on for the insurance. Gene looks directly at Robinson for the first time. Gene: I spin you a whooooole yarn, and you go for the leftover thread on the needle? ROBINSON: It’s the only human rights violation in the last half an hour I can summarize in less than half an hour. Robinson’s tone is: 18.4% anger, 17.6% masking, 14.5% shock, 9.4% defiance, 5.1% hunger… Robinson turns to the Chairman. ethistician.aic determines his intended tone as casual. Tone breakdown: 7.6% casual, 18.7% “MTF commander giving orders,” 65.6% “scared child dangling from a ledge over SCP-682’s pit screaming for rescue.” ROBINSON: Chairman! How long until your sandwich arrives?8 TEJANI: …wha- oh, yeah. I said I would. The sandwich is… Tejani looks at his feet. TEJANI: …[inaudible] ROBINSON: What do you mean you forgot to order it. Gene: Huh. If I didn’t know better- ROBINSON: You DON’T! Robinson’s shout echoes slightly against the sealed walls of the office. Gene tilts their head curiously, examining Robinson as they would an SCP object. Then they turn their face to Tejani, giving an expression of 13.4% helplessness, 0.9% mirth, and no other identifiable emotions. Gene: …well. Guess I’m busted. Any minute now, those left hands of yours’ll burst down the door and put an end to our beautiful friendship. Oh, if only I had just let all those employees scatter to the Serpent’s Anus or the Glock Ock Coalition, or maybe the Four Winds Hunting Lodges… oh, Tejani, why did you approve all our playbooks and procedures… No changes in tone are discerned during this time. ROBINSON: The Ethics Committee would never approve any of the words you just said. Robinson looks at Tejani. The latter avoids eye contact. ROBINSON: …Mr. Tejani? TEJANI: [inaudible] ROBINSON: I can’t hear- TEJANI: All of their Department’s tactics, playbooks, and methods have been reviewed and approved by consensus of the Ethics Committee. Silence. Robinson’s eyes widen. ROBINSON: What? Gene: It’s true! Check the records. Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot: Gene commandeers Tejani’s monitor and makes an addition to the SCP-7814 file, narrating as they add. Gene: “Special Containment Procedures: As of… Incident 7814-Melanie-B… secrecy… of information… on SCP-7814… is under the jurisdiction of the Fire Suppression Department.” Robinson looks between Gene and Tejani, mouth gaping. Then he sits on the floor, clutching his head in a manner consistent with a migraine. Gene gestures toward him, turning to Tejani. Gene: Is he gonna be okay? TEJANI: Gene. Tejani smiles. Tejani shakes his head TEJANI: Gene. Gene, Gene, Gene, Gene… Tejani buries his head in his hands. TEJANI: Gene… ROBINSON: What possible greater good could be served by that? His words are slow, quivering. The emotion in Robinson’s voice cannot be identified. Tejani sighs, wipes his brow, and begins to speak. TEJANI: The Foundation… you know… it’s very hard to find new hires. We need brilliant, brilliant people- Gene: And all that experience! You can’t get that anywhere else! Literally. We- ROBINSON: Training programs. Gene: Too expensive! Robinson shoots up into standing position. ROBINSON: I CAN THINK OF FIVE DIFFERENT WAYS YOU CAN GET THE- Gene: And we rarely get defectors except from the GOC. And speaking of the GOC, how disastrous would it be if a high-level researcher went and spilled all our secrets? I’m asking. Rate it from Notice to Critical, or one to five if you can’t remember. ROBINSON: Yes, it’d be quite the disaster if our number-one rival found out we have a gaslighting department… TEJANI: Our work is too important. We have over five thousand anomalies in containment, Robinson. We need all hands on deck, and we need all hands to stay on deck. As… disturbing as they can be, the Fire Suppression Department’s methods work. ROBINSON: I can think of five different ways that work better- Gene: All more expensive! ROBINSON: Cheaper. Not so gratuitous. Not so cruel. Not so cheapest. Not so save-money. Not so not so not so… Robinson becomes unresponsive for ten minutes. Tejani returns to working on his scheduling in the meantime. ROBINSON: So you were the ones who messed with my clearance. Gene: No, that was our good friend the typo! Robinson’s expression is identified as: 14.3% confusion, 30.6% disbelief, 63.2% suspicion. ROBINSON: So you got Melanie transferred out, right? Gene looks up from their phone. Gene: What? ROBINSON: After the paper. “Incident 7814-Melanie-B.” Gene: Oh- oh, no no no nononono. That was O5. We only got put on the case after the second little stunt. Incident 7814-Melanie-B. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t catch that! ROBINSON: And the Ethics Committee… they approved that, too? Tejani looks away. TEJANI: It was… within their jurisdiction. Employees were starting fires. Gene: “Transferred out” is a bit of a strong word. You see- ROBINSON: I don’t want to know. Robinson clutches his forehead. ROBINSON: I do want to know, but not right now. Gene: Is there anything you do want to know about right now? ROBINSON: Why not just… let us take out the telekill? We’ve already proven it’s the better way. Gene: I don’t think your calculations are quite sound. ROBINSON: They are sound. I’ve got hundreds of pages detailing them. TEJANI: Mr. Robinson, with all due respect, we can’t afford the short-term costs. ROBINSON: But you can, I wrote a whole-ass dissertation on- Gene: And are you sure you did you math right? ROBINSON: You just explained the change-their-own-files-on-them tactic to me- it doesn’t matter! What matters is the real human lives- Gene: -that we can secure, contain, and protect with every dollar we aren’t spending on unnecessary renovations. ROBINSON: Aren’t you the keeper of the retirement gate? If you want to keep your assets, why not keep them healthy? Gene: The effects of telekill aren’t debilitating enough to justify the costs. ROBINSON: Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH! That is IT! Robinson stands and quickly moves toward the door. TEJANI: You’re resigning? Just as Robinson’s hand grasps the handle, he pauses. ROBINSON: …no. No, like hell I am. Robinson glares at the other inhabitants of the room. ROBINSON: I mean, I should. But someone has to be the conscience of the Foundation, and since the Ethics Committee isn’t ethical anymore, I guess I’ll have to do. Robinson leaves the handle alone and approaches Gene, whose smile remains unchanged. ROBINSON: You’re going down. Robinson returns to the door and attempts to turn the handle. It does not budge. He re-attempts. It does not budge. ROBINSON: Can one of you get this open? FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT - CLASSIFIED The following information is restricted to FSD Internal Affairs. Unauthorized access is strictly forbidden. If you have accessed this section without authorization, close your session now and remain where you are. We know how to find you. FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT CASE ID-880379017499EC ISSUE: For the last twenty years, Ethics Committee member Jack Robinson has vocally opposed FSD operations and tactics and mobilized a minority faction of the Committee to improve workplace safety, earning minor but significant restrictions on SCP-7814 (“Telekill Alloy”). KNOWLEDGE: While Robinson remains passionate about the leisure of Foundation assets beyond the provisions of the Foundation’s core mission, he is ultimately loyal and does not pose a defection or retirement risk. Ethics Committee culture and bureaucracy have prevented most attempts to significantly restrict FSD operations or telekill use, and standard bureaucratic tactics such as compromise and subconscious suggestion have been sufficient to neuter the rest. Furthermore, Robinson’s faction has proven a powerful outlet for disgruntled Committee members, with morally-motivated defections dropping by 28% and retirements by 33%. RECOMMENDED PROCEDURE: None. Robinson is not a threat. NOTES: This case is considered RESOLVED. Footnotes 1. The TAAT has Level 5/7814 clearance, allowing them access to all SCP files pertaining to applications of SCP-7814. 2. Technical information classified Level 4/7814. To request Level 4/7814 information, contact the Telekill Alloy Task Force. 3. Further information classified Level 4/7814. To request Level 4/7814 information, contact the Telekill Alloy Task Force. 4. Technical information moved to Document 7814-A "Telekill and You" to expedite TAAT onboarding and investigations. 5. This is not a figure of speech: Tejani maintained 0.9 seconds of airtime with a maximum height of 7.4 cm. 6. The timer was supposed to be set to five minutes. 7. From the intruder’s position, Robinson should have blocked “Gene”’s view of Tejani. They did not appear to adjust for this. 8. Earlier, Robinson had asked Tejani to ‘order a sandwich,’ adding ‘make it the, uh, the LLH special from Omega One ‘Oodstuffs, maybe some extra knuckles?’ This is a bastardized version of the example codeword given in the Ethics Committee Emergent Situations Priming Pamphlet, and more easily cracked by any Foundation personnel with sufficient knowledge of Omega-01’s designation, such as Gene. |
SCP-7815 | keter | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-7815 Special Containment Procedures: All known subjects affected by SCP-7815 have been placed in Foundation intensive care at Site-301, and are to be monitored continuously for patterns in their declining health. If an individual expresses a desire for self-termination, then this action should only be granted with express permission from Head Researcher, Dr Gülbahar. If the process of SCP-7815 is able to be reversed or cured completely, then the subject is to be amnesticised, released and provided a suitable cover story for their absence. For the next 3 months, the subject will be monitored for any recurring SCP-7815 related damage. The remains of Dr Gülbahar after months of intensive care. Description: SCP-7815 is a phenomenon in which an individual suffers a progressive degeneration of tissues until expiration. The symptoms of SCP-7815 are similar to that of radiation sickness, despite any evidence that the subject was in contact with high amounts of ionising radiation. Unlike non-anomalous ARS,1 SCP-7815 does not involve the destruction of DNA. Instead, SCP-7815 involves the addition of foreign nucleotides and polynucleotides2 within a sequence of DNA, which predominantly contain unknown, or chemically anomalous nitrogenous bases. These foreign molecules do not alter the backbone of the polymer, nor do they alter the organisational properties of histones.3 These foreign nucleotides do contain some unique base pairings; for example, the molecule SCP-7815-Δ is capable of pairing adenine and thymine. The placement of these foreign nucleotides is random, usually displacing or replacing other nucleotides. The degradation of the human subject occurs during protein synthesis, in which the disruption of the codon sequence means they no longer code for specific amino acids. Required proteins that maintain bodily, enzymatic, and endocrinous function, are not produced which is ultimately fatal. These SCP-7815 altered codons instead code for a set of unknown, but stable molecules. No anomalous properties have yet been discovered with them, and research is ongoing. There has yet to be a method of reversing or halting SCP-7815. Analysis has shown that the SCP-7815 process inserts a foreign body in roughly 5,000,000-15,000,000 cells daily. The immune system has shown that it is incapable of distinguishing a non-anomalous cell from one that is affected by SCP-7815. Addendum 7815.1: On 15/10/2024, Head Researcher Dr Gülbahar, was sitting in the Site-301 cafeteria when he suddenly reported feeling nauseous and excused himself to his office. A junior researcher later found Dr Gülbahar amidst a seizure. Dr Gülbahar was rushed into a medical unit where it was later discovered that the SCP-7815 process had begun to affect his body, evident by a large, reddish patch of skin along his back and thigh. It was believed that Dr Gülbahar had been affected by SCP-7815 for 3 months at that point. The degeneration meant that Dr Gülbahar was in and out of consciousness. It was decided that due to the unknown nature of SCP-7815, Dr Gülbahar would be studied to gather data on the degeneration of the subject. Date: 15/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.998% Description: Rashes on lower back and thigh, in and out of consciousness, pupils don't dilate, heartbeat and breathing are irregular. Treatment: Respirator and rash cream to ease discomfort. Date: 16/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.98% Description: Rashes spread to upper back and leg, subject able to walk and talk, heartbeat and breathing back to normal. Treatment: None. Date: 19/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.7% Description: Rashes have turned a mushy grey, but are no longer painful. Subject is still conscious, expressing frustration. Walking is more difficult due to numbness in legs. Treatment: Wheelchair. Date: 25/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.1% Description: Subject expressed dreariness and sleeps upwards of 15 hours daily. States that he "consistently had nightmares." Rash has spread further resulting in sinking and sagging skin. Treatment: Surgical removal of necrotic tissue. Date: 31/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 98% Description: Infection due to a decrease in immune function. Subject cannot get out of bed. Total lower body paralysis. Treatment: Immune boosters and antibacterial. Date: 10/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 96% Description: Blistering and tearing of reddened, dry skin while moving. Blurry vision and hearing loss. Necrotic rash spreading around shoulders. Treatment: Removal of necrotic tissue, bandaging, and suturing of wounds. Date: 15/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 95% Description: Sunken pale blue eyes, sagging skin, and muscle atrophy. Subject experiences major seizures. Necrotic tissue on face. Treatment: Seizure medication and bandaging around the face. Date: 28/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 87% Description: Eyes and ears have degenerated away. Major hair loss. Jaw was completely disconnected. Bones are visible along hands and feet. Multiple organ failure. Subject is still conscious. Treatment: Replacement of organs with mechanical ones. Date: 31/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 84% Description: Loss of teeth and gum shrinkage. Loose skin which breaks away. Subject lacks muscles to move limbs and head. Treatment: None. Date: 5/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 79% Description: No more production of blood, subjects remaining skin is purple, yellow, and black. Subject still shows brain activity. Treatment: Mechanical circulatory system. Date: 14/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 70% Description: Subject's legs, arms, and abdomen are mostly bloody bones. Subject still shows brain activity, eye muscles still moving Treatment: None. Date: 25/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 60% Description: Subject expires. What was left was the subject's bones in a puddle of dried blood on the bed. Treatment: None. Before the subject had expired, several samples of the few remaining healthy tissues were collected and analysed. It was discovered that the molecules produced by the altered codons appeared to form symbols. These symbols were photographed and sent to the Department of Language and Symbolic Analysis, where it was later discovered that the molecules were binding and forming letters within the English language. When these letters were placed in the order by which they were produced, they formed a repeating sentence: "Hello humans, we come in peace, we mean you no harm." Footnotes 1. Acute Radiation Syndrome are a group of symptoms which are a result of exposure to high amounts of ionising radiation. Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, and a loss of appetite. 2. Organic molecules which serve as the building blocks of DNA and RNA. 3. Proteins which give structure to DNA, acting as spools for it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7815" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7815. Licensed under CC-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: bloodied_bed Author: Norbert Kaiser License: CC BY-SA 2.5 Source Link: link |
SCP-7815 | uncontained | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-7815 Special Containment Procedures: All known subjects affected by SCP-7815 have been placed in Foundation intensive care at Site-301, and are to be monitored continuously for patterns in their declining health. If an individual expresses a desire for self-termination, then this action should only be granted with express permission from Head Researcher, Dr Gülbahar. If the process of SCP-7815 is able to be reversed or cured completely, then the subject is to be amnesticised, released and provided a suitable cover story for their absence. For the next 3 months, the subject will be monitored for any recurring SCP-7815 related damage. The remains of Dr Gülbahar after months of intensive care. Description: SCP-7815 is a phenomenon in which an individual suffers a progressive degeneration of tissues until expiration. The symptoms of SCP-7815 are similar to that of radiation sickness, despite any evidence that the subject was in contact with high amounts of ionising radiation. Unlike non-anomalous ARS,1 SCP-7815 does not involve the destruction of DNA. Instead, SCP-7815 involves the addition of foreign nucleotides and polynucleotides2 within a sequence of DNA, which predominantly contain unknown, or chemically anomalous nitrogenous bases. These foreign molecules do not alter the backbone of the polymer, nor do they alter the organisational properties of histones.3 These foreign nucleotides do contain some unique base pairings; for example, the molecule SCP-7815-Δ is capable of pairing adenine and thymine. The placement of these foreign nucleotides is random, usually displacing or replacing other nucleotides. The degradation of the human subject occurs during protein synthesis, in which the disruption of the codon sequence means they no longer code for specific amino acids. Required proteins that maintain bodily, enzymatic, and endocrinous function, are not produced which is ultimately fatal. These SCP-7815 altered codons instead code for a set of unknown, but stable molecules. No anomalous properties have yet been discovered with them, and research is ongoing. There has yet to be a method of reversing or halting SCP-7815. Analysis has shown that the SCP-7815 process inserts a foreign body in roughly 5,000,000-15,000,000 cells daily. The immune system has shown that it is incapable of distinguishing a non-anomalous cell from one that is affected by SCP-7815. Addendum 7815.1: On 15/10/2024, Head Researcher Dr Gülbahar, was sitting in the Site-301 cafeteria when he suddenly reported feeling nauseous and excused himself to his office. A junior researcher later found Dr Gülbahar amidst a seizure. Dr Gülbahar was rushed into a medical unit where it was later discovered that the SCP-7815 process had begun to affect his body, evident by a large, reddish patch of skin along his back and thigh. It was believed that Dr Gülbahar had been affected by SCP-7815 for 3 months at that point. The degeneration meant that Dr Gülbahar was in and out of consciousness. It was decided that due to the unknown nature of SCP-7815, Dr Gülbahar would be studied to gather data on the degeneration of the subject. Date: 15/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.998% Description: Rashes on lower back and thigh, in and out of consciousness, pupils don't dilate, heartbeat and breathing are irregular. Treatment: Respirator and rash cream to ease discomfort. Date: 16/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.98% Description: Rashes spread to upper back and leg, subject able to walk and talk, heartbeat and breathing back to normal. Treatment: None. Date: 19/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.7% Description: Rashes have turned a mushy grey, but are no longer painful. Subject is still conscious, expressing frustration. Walking is more difficult due to numbness in legs. Treatment: Wheelchair. Date: 25/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.1% Description: Subject expressed dreariness and sleeps upwards of 15 hours daily. States that he "consistently had nightmares." Rash has spread further resulting in sinking and sagging skin. Treatment: Surgical removal of necrotic tissue. Date: 31/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 98% Description: Infection due to a decrease in immune function. Subject cannot get out of bed. Total lower body paralysis. Treatment: Immune boosters and antibacterial. Date: 10/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 96% Description: Blistering and tearing of reddened, dry skin while moving. Blurry vision and hearing loss. Necrotic rash spreading around shoulders. Treatment: Removal of necrotic tissue, bandaging, and suturing of wounds. Date: 15/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 95% Description: Sunken pale blue eyes, sagging skin, and muscle atrophy. Subject experiences major seizures. Necrotic tissue on face. Treatment: Seizure medication and bandaging around the face. Date: 28/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 87% Description: Eyes and ears have degenerated away. Major hair loss. Jaw was completely disconnected. Bones are visible along hands and feet. Multiple organ failure. Subject is still conscious. Treatment: Replacement of organs with mechanical ones. Date: 31/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 84% Description: Loss of teeth and gum shrinkage. Loose skin which breaks away. Subject lacks muscles to move limbs and head. Treatment: None. Date: 5/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 79% Description: No more production of blood, subjects remaining skin is purple, yellow, and black. Subject still shows brain activity. Treatment: Mechanical circulatory system. Date: 14/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 70% Description: Subject's legs, arms, and abdomen are mostly bloody bones. Subject still shows brain activity, eye muscles still moving Treatment: None. Date: 25/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 60% Description: Subject expires. What was left was the subject's bones in a puddle of dried blood on the bed. Treatment: None. Before the subject had expired, several samples of the few remaining healthy tissues were collected and analysed. It was discovered that the molecules produced by the altered codons appeared to form symbols. These symbols were photographed and sent to the Department of Language and Symbolic Analysis, where it was later discovered that the molecules were binding and forming letters within the English language. When these letters were placed in the order by which they were produced, they formed a repeating sentence: "Hello humans, we come in peace, we mean you no harm." Footnotes 1. Acute Radiation Syndrome are a group of symptoms which are a result of exposure to high amounts of ionising radiation. Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, and a loss of appetite. 2. Organic molecules which serve as the building blocks of DNA and RNA. 3. Proteins which give structure to DNA, acting as spools for it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7815" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7815. Licensed under CC-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: bloodied_bed Author: Norbert Kaiser License: CC BY-SA 2.5 Source Link: link |
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In order to maximize the effectiveness of SCP-7816, Blåhajar are to be distributed to every major Foundation site across the globe for personnel and anomalies alike.1 Research into harnessing the abnormal properties of SCP-7816 are presently ongoing. Description: SCP-7816 denotes an anomalous phenomenon involving Blåhaj, a 100-centimeter long stuffed toy resembling a blue shark manufactured by the Swedish conglomerate known as IKEA. While physically Blåhajar lacks any notable oddities, they have displayed the unusual ability to heighten levels of dopamine and serotonin in subjects when within their vicinity. These properties intensify when making contact with the object. Because of SCP-7816, persons have reported feeling "safe and secure" after being exposed to Blåhajar for extended periods of time, lowering stress and increasing compliance. These effects have shown to persist even with the absence of Blåhajar for multiple days or weeks at most. Although, it should be noted that representatives of IKEA possess no information behind the abnormal makeup of SCP-7816, with their methods of processing Blåhajar being purely conventional. Investigation has thus far failed to determine a cause for SCP-7816. Addendum 7816.1: Excerpt The following is an excerpt of the Blåhaj Committee's orientation, conducted by Director David Reindeer on the 19th of December 2023. [BEGIN LOG] Director Reindeer No, this isn't a joke. This isn't some late April Fool's Day prank or the result of some memetic anomaly or the plans of some rogue GoI. Whatever assumption you have about this… admittedly hyper specific department, you can throw them out. We as the Foundation have progressed substantially over the past few decades as our knowledge of the abnormal spectrum has only increased and our feats grow more and more grand. This includes our methods of containment, our ways of handling the anomalies under our wing. We are constantly experimenting and adapting to the changing environment, constantly innovating and improving in order to keep the Veil under control and to keep the civilians blissfully unaware. This leads to now with the formation of the Blåhaj Committee. Again, it may seem like I'm bluffing, but we truly did break the mold with this recent discovery. Some months ago, there was a containment breach which occurred at this very site, back when I was only a researcher. A rabid creature, extremely hostile, had a vague resemblance to a canine if it grew ten times its size. I was evacuating like everyone else before it spotted me and started hunting me down. I ended up barricading myself in my own office as it broke down the entrance. At that point, I was ready to go. Then, believe it or not, this Blåhaj, this shark plushie I had on the couch, caught the attention of it. It approached me before turning and noticing the Blåhaj. Next thing I know, I see this creature picking up the toy in its mouth before setting it down and circling it. This creature took in its scent, sat down, and went into a slumber. Even after the breach was concluded, there was little to no complications when escorting the anomaly back to its cell, still holding the plushie in its mouth. It's been dormant ever since, like it never hurt a fly before. Now, some would simply give the designation to that specific Blåhaj or append it to that creature's file, but I wanted to be sure. It took a bit of convincing, but I eventually got the chance to test out whether it was really an isolated incident. I think we all know how that went, considering where I'm standing now. But yes, as odd as this is, the Blåhaj Committee will be the future of containment. These shark toys will usher in a more peaceful environment, one where people's lives won't be at risk and anomalies can be kept under control. You're gonna be seeing these guys a lot in the coming weeks. Might as well get used to it. You'd be surprised at how the best of solutions can be the simplest—or the weirdest. [END LOG] Addendum 7816.2: Experiment Logs Below are various cross-experiments conducted with the effects of SCP-7816 being the main focus. More tests can be accessed via the SCiPnet database. Anomaly: SCP-096 Effect: Blåhaj is dropped off in the anomaly's cell. After a brief moment, it notices the plushie and proceeds to approach and take it into its arms. The entity cradles the Blåhaj as signs of emotional distress begin to waver. Subsequent visits to its containment chamber now consist of the anomaly covering its face with the shark toy. Anomaly: SCP-049 Effect: The anomaly initially expresses confusion when the Blåhaj is delivered to its cell, closely inspecting the plushie and temporarily dissecting it. Entity concludes by stitching the Blåhaj and setting it aside. Levels of aggression are noted to decrease as the anomaly spends extended periods of time holding the toy at arm's length and staring at it in silence. This has become part of its daily routine. Anomaly: SCP-939 instance Effect: A D-Class personnel (D-1211) is sent in to provide the Blåhaj. The instance goes in to attack them before ceasing movement when met with the plushie. D-1211 puts the Blåhaj down and backs away as the specimen nudges the shark toy with its snout. It lets out sounds similar to that of a human child while interacting with the Blåhaj. Eventually, D-1211 is instructed to play catch with the anomaly using the plushie, which they perform successfully. Similar results have occurred with other instances as well. Anomaly: SCP-682 Effect: Ineffective; Blåhaj is destroyed by anomaly upon delivery. Anomaly: SCP-173 Effect: Blåhaj is introduced in its cell. No activity is noted for the first ten minutes. However, before retrieving the plushie, the cell's lights suddenly flicker as the plushie is seen stuck to the anomaly's forehead area without warning despite a lack of adhesive. Efforts to separate both entities have failed. Afterward, the specimen has ceased all movement while the Blåhaj frequently shifts to other parts of its figure when not observed. Addendum 7816.3: Project SHOREFRONT Project SHOREFRONT was devised following the designation of SCP-7816. It entails the distribution of Blåhajar across major facilities worldwide containing hostile anomalies of object class Euclid and above, utilizing its effects to alleviate any aggressive behavior and revert them to a more obedient state. At least one Blåhaj will be included in each area of every site in order to ensure its potency. In addition to this, Blåhajar will be provided to members of staff to lower stress levels and increase productivity in a working environment. A dedicated storage unit is planned to be integrated in each facility should personnel wish to acquire more Blåhajar for any appropriate reason. To ease the dissemination process, the Blåhaj Committee was formed to combat related issues. Although, it should be noted that the department is assigned an additional purpose: to mass produce and promote Blåhajar on a more global level, with the express goal of coercing civilians into purchasing Blåhajar. This is to ensure SCP-7816's properties are spread on a wider scale in order to constantly expose escaped threats to its effects and quickly subdue them. As of writing, SCP-7816 has helped in minimizing containment breaches and difficulties by ~92%. Footnotes 1. Radix: Item has been integrated into the Foundation's command structure. 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SCP-7817 | keter | Item#: 7817 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-7817 are to be contained in a single indoor enclosure at Site-104. Instances are to be counted daily to ensure that none have breached. Newborn instances are to be fitted with microchips. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor social media for reports of public exposure to SCP-7817’s anomalous properties. If any reports are found, they are to be removed and Class A amnestics are to be administered to individuals who have interacted SCP-7817. Additionally, contained instances of SCP-7817 are to be counted immediately to determine whether a breach has occurred. If a breach is confirmed, recovery of the SCP-7817 instance is not considered a priority. If all contained instances of SCP-7817 are accounted for, agents are to investigate the wilderness surrounding the incident for uncontained instances. Research into additional containment measures is ongoing. SCP-7817-38 Description: SCP-7817 is an anomalous species of mammal, with instances resembling various members of the family mustelidae.1 Instances of SCP-7817 generally behave like their non-anomalous counterparts, engaging in very similar hunting, play, and reproductive habits. Instances are highly social, preferring to live in a single large community and expressing distress when forcefully separated. Additionally, instances rarely display territorial aggression, even when introduced to non-anomalous ferrets. Once per day on average, all instances of SCP-7817 will gather in an open area. Elders and kits will sit at either side of the designated area, watching as the remaining members gather in several rows sorted by height. Once arranged, SCP-7817 instances will engage in an elaborate series of leaping and flailing motions for several minutes, resembling a behavior known as the “weasel war dance.” Kits will occasionally imitate these motions from the side, but will never join the rows mid-event. Once these events have ended, SCP-7817 instances will return to their normal behavior. SCP-7817’s anomalous trait is an ability to pass through solid matter.2 Notably, the instance will not necessarily pass directly to the other side of a barrier it enters. Instead, it may exit through a piece of solid matter completely disconnected from the one it entered. It is currently unknown how far it can travel in this manner. On occasion, individual instances of SCP-7817 will breach containment, typically entering human homes and businesses to steal small objects and return with them to their containment chamber. So far, all breaching instances have returned to containment. Addendum 7817-1: Site Director Emily Meekins scheduled a meeting for 4/7/2022 with project head Margaret Erhardt to discuss SCP-7817’s containment. However, Agent Calvin Webb requested to conduct the meeting instead as part of an ongoing investigation into another anomaly. Interviewed: Dr. Margaret Erhardt Interviewer: Agent Calvin Webb <Excerpt opens with Dr. Erhardt entering the office of Director Meekins and finding Agent Webb sitting at her desk.> Dr. Erhardt: Oh. Hello. Agent Webb: Hello, Dr. Erhardt. I’m Agent Calvin Webb. Sorry for the surprise, but I’ll be filling in for the director today. <Dr. Erhardt takes a seat.> Dr. Erhardt: I… see. Are you familiar with the SCP-7817 situation? Agent Webb: I read the file. Dr. Erhardt: Oh, the file isn’t up-to-date. RAISA has a backlog right now. I think the whole department is dealing with some sort of categorization crisis. Whatever it is, it’s beyond my clearance. Didn’t Director Meekins send you my latest observations? Agent Webb: It never made it to my desk. What’s the latest, then? Have you stopped 7817’s breaches? Dr. Erhardt: Not entirely, but we’ve had great success in mitigating them. Ever since I began introducing the types of things they like to steal to their containment chamber breaches have decreased by 90%. Agent Webb: I don’t see why you shouldn’t be able to stop them entirely. A single reality anchor should do the trick. Dr. Erhardt: We did some testing with an SRA and it made no noticeable difference. They’re slippery little critters. In fact, it turns out 7817’s Hume levels remain stable even when they display their anomalous trait. Their Elan-Vital Energy is normal, too. Though they do display slightly elevated Akiva radiation. Agent Webb: Is that the cause of their anomalous trait? Dr. Erhardt: We’d need further testing to be sure—we only had the testing equipment for the day—but I doubt it. When I say slightly, I mean no higher than a religious human. All of this was in the reports I sent to the director, by the way. And in the updated file in RAISA’s backlog. I think it’s evidence that 7817 are more intelligent than non-anomalous mustelids. Perhaps they have religious beliefs. Agent Webb: You think they’re intelligent? Dr. Erhardt: It’s hard to say, but maybe. Their vocalizations are more varied than ordinary ferret dooks. And the way they position the things they steal isn’t like ordinary stashing. They arrange them carefully, and in the open. Not to jump to conclusions, of course, but it makes me think of someone displaying art. Agent Webb: Art. Huh. Do you like art, Dr. Erhardt? Dr. Erhardt: Pardon? Agent Webb: Do you like art? Do you go to museums? Dr. Erhardt: On occasion, I suppose. Anyway, I was actually planning to talk to the director about some further changes to 7817’s containment. I think a larger enclosure with an outdoor section would be beneficial, but I realize there are some budgetary considerations. And we aren’t exactly a high priority. Agent Webb: Do you find the Foundation’s bureaucracy frustrating? Dr. Erhardt: I suppose, but it’s understandable. Some departments are dealing with world-ending stuff. These are just a bunch of mischievous weasels. I just wish I could do more for them. Agent Webb: Like what? Dr. Erhardt: A larger enclosure, more freedom. Tiramisu—I mean, SCP-7817-57 has adrenal disease and the paperwork to get her treatment is taking forever. Do you know how many forms I have to fill out just to bring in some new enrichment or change their food? They aren’t getting the care they need and, to be honest, I don’t really see why we need to contain them as if they were dangerous. Agent Webb: The Foundation’s job is to maintain normalcy. Dr. Erhardt: But that’s nonsense in the end, isn’t it? I mean, normalcy is just what the Foundation says it is. They decide what needs to be contained and make up the reason for it. Agent Webb: You don’t believe the Foundation’s work is important? Dr. Erhardt: Oh, it’s certainly important. It’s the only reason any of us are alive right now. But there’s no reason the Foundation should make it so difficult to give a carnivore animal protein instead of pea protein. Agent Webb: Have you been in contact with the Serpent’s Hand? Or the Chaos Insurgency? Dr. Erhardt: Of course not! I would never… wait, is this an interrogation? Agent Webb: How would you describe your religious and political views? Dr. Erhardt: Are you with the Internal Security Department? Agent Webb: No, I’m with the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs. Dr. Erhardt: What? What does Multi-Universal Affairs have to do with any of this? <Agent Webb stands, looking down at Dr. Erhardt> Agent Webb: You said these weasels are intelligent, right? Then they’re most likely smart enough to understand actions and consequences. Whenever one of those things breaches, wait for it to return to containment and then kill it in front of its friends. After five or six deaths, I’m sure they’ll get the message. Dr. Erhardt: I would never—the Foundation protects anomalies. We aren’t the GOC. Agent Webb: If the Foundation can’t contain an anomaly, we decommission it. Besides, there are one-hundred forty-six instances of SCP-7817. Killing a few doesn’t break the Foundation’s policy of protection. Dr. Erhardt: You can’t make me do this. Agent Webb: Not now, maybe. But once our department’s discovery reaches the O5 Council, I’ll be given full authority over you and SCP-7817. <End excerpt.> BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/7817 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7817 Addendum 7817-2: On 4/8/22 the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs released a report containing observations of an unclassified anomaly to Director Emily Meekins. An excerpt has been included here due to its connection to Dr. Margaret Erhardt and SCP-7817. Department of Multi-Universal Affairs Discovery Report On 1/12/22, the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs was made aware of an anomalous series of events occurring across several universes. Unlike SCP-5492, this anomaly is not all-encompassing, and will only occur under certain circumstances. Currently, it appears that if the anomaly is present in a universe, the following facts will be true. If the anomaly is absent, none of these facts will be true. An iteration of the individual known in this universe as Dr. Margaret Erhardt3 will be born. Margaret Erhardt will be female.4 Margaret Erhardt will become an employee of the Foundation.5 SCP-7817 will be contained by the Foundation.6 Margaret Erhardt will become part of SCP-7817’s research team. The following event has not yet occurred in every universe in which the anomaly is present, but due to its prevalence, it is currently believed that it is part of the anomaly and will eventually occur in each universe exhibiting the anomaly. Margaret Erhardt will defect from the Foundation, leading to the loss of custody of SCP-7817. This defection can take many forms, but always includes Margaret Erhardt assisting another group of interest. Most instances will work with the Serpent’s Hand, the Chaos Insurgency, the Manna Charitable Foundation, or Are We Cool Yet? However, individual instances have been observed working with much less prolific groups such as, SCP-2085, Dream City, or a newly-formed group assembled by an instance. In addition to the loss of SCP-7817, the defection may result one or more of the following: Rival groups of interest gaining access to Foundation intelligence or technology. Loss of funding or political influence. Destruction of Foundation property. Breaches of other SCPs. Death or injury of Foundation personnel. Broken Masquerade Scenarios. CK-class Reality Restructuring Scenarios. IK-class Collapse of Global Civilization Scenarios. XK-class End-of-the-World Scenarios. Research into the cause of this anomaly is ongoing, but due to the threat it poses, investigation into the communications and loyalty of Dr. Margaret Erhardt is to begin immediately. Addendum 7817-3: On 4/9/22, Dr. Margaret Erhardt filed a complaint with the Ethics Committee regarding the behavior of Agent Calvin Webb. Ethics Committee representative Dr. Alexandra Doyle scheduled a meeting with Agent Webb for 6/3/22. <Begin excerpt.> Dr. Doyle: I’ve looked over the paperwork from the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs and I have to say I don’t see any reason to panic. Agent Webb: You don’t see any reason to panic? She’s destroyed multiple worlds. Dr. Doyle: No, she hasn’t. Other people who share some traits with her have, but our Margaret Erhardt isn’t part of an apocalyptic cult or an extremist political group. She’s just a biologist. She isn’t capable of causing an XK-class event. Agent Webb: We can’t be certain of that. Dr. Doyle: You’ve been investigating her, haven’t you? Have you found any ties to dangerous groups? Has she accessed anything above her clearance? Has she ever even broken Foundation policy aside from giving nicknames to a few weasels? Agent Webb: You don’t understand. It doesn’t matter what she’s been like in the past. If my department’s conclusions are correct, she is going to cause harm to the Foundation, however unlikely it may seem. Dr. Doyle: What exactly does Multi-Universal Affairs think this anomaly is? Do you think she’s pataphysically entangled in this series of events? Agent Webb: That’s one possibility we’re considering. It could also be the actions of an extradimensional entity with a vendetta against the Foundation, or a rival organization capable of interdimensional contact. There could be any number of causes. Dr. Doyle: What about SCP-7817? They’re clearly connected in some way, and we already know they’re anomalous. Agent Webb: It’s not about the weasels. This anomaly centers on Dr. Erhardt, not them. They’re simply tangentially connected in the same way Dr. Erhardt’s parents are. Dr. Doyle: But regardless of the cause, the conclusion is that Dr. Erhardt is going to turn against the Foundation, even if we try to prevent it. Agent Webb: Other universes have tried firing her, killing her, showing her SCP-2140. Something always prevents it. Dr. Doyle: Then why threaten 7817? What’s that supposed to achieve? Agent Webb: In other universes, her actions vary widely. When I started investigating her, I was hoping to find some sign of what form her betrayal would take but, like you said, there’s nothing to be found. So I tried to goad her into desperate action by threatening something she cares about, but she didn’t contact Serpent’s Hand or join a Gamers Against Weed chat group. She just… filed a complaint with HR. I don’t think she even imagines herself turning against the Foundation. <Agent Webb sighs and leans forward, placing a hand on his forehead.> Agent Webb: I don’t like playing the bad guy, but I don’t know what else to do. When I started this investigation I knew I wasn’t going to be able to prevent her from defecting, but I thought I would get some idea of what she’s going to do and maybe mitigate some of the damage. But it’s been months and I’ve got nothing. Meanwhile, almost every day I see a new report from my department of another Foundation losing lives, or having its history rewritten, or being wiped out of existence altogether because of these events. <Dr. Doyle pauses for several seconds.> Dr. Doyle: I think you should take a vacation. <Agent Webb looks up.> Agent Webb: Is that supposed to be a joke? Dr. Doyle: I’m serious. You’ve been working at this for months. What are the chances that Dr. Erhardt ends the world in the next week? I’ll fill out the paperwork, and get you a paid trip anywhere in the world you want. Trust me, this whole mess will seem a lot less overwhelming when you get back. Agent Webb: I can’t just— Dr. Doyle: Trust me. <End excerpt.> Addendum 7817-4: On 6/10/22 Dr. Margaret Erhardt initiated a containment breach of SCP-7817 with the assistance of an unknown group. A timeline of events has been included below. 0620: Dr. Erhardt arrives on site, removing a large cardboard box and backpack from her car. 0623: A truck of unknown origin arrives at the outer gate Site-104, 0628: Dr. Erhardt enters the containment chamber of SCP-7817. Over the next several minutes, she privately speaks with each of her assistants, sending each on a different errand. 0629: The truck stops at the loading dock. A guard approaches the driver. The driver claims to have arrived for a scheduled transportation of SCP-7817. The guard checks the schedule and finds no record of any plans to transport SCP-7817. The discussion continues for several minutes. 0641: Dr. Erhardt removes a number of foldable pet carriers from the box and backpack. The SCP-7817 instances gather around her and she begins to place them in the carriers, putting approximately five instances in each carrier. Despite their past behavior when confined, none of the instances attempt to leave their carriers. 0645: Researcher Kemp passes the loading dock and is called over by the guard. When questioned, he claims to be unaware of any plans to transport SCP-7817. When asked for a point of contact, the driver names Dr. Erhardt. Researcher Kemp calls Dr. Erhardt who, after some hesitation, claims that the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs ordered the transfer. When asked why he was sent away, Dr. Erhardt explains that Agent Webb ordered that the transfer would be secret and is told to take the rest of the day off. 0651: The guard calls the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs, who confirms that Agent Webb is investigating an anomaly connected to SCP-7817 and that further information is above the guard’s clearance. The truck is allowed to remain while the driver and five passengers exit and make their way to SCP-7817’s containment chamber. 0659: The truck’s occupants arrive at SCP-7817’s containment chamber. Dr. Erhardt has not finished placing all of the SCP-7817 instances into carriers, but she directs the new arrivals to the filled carriers and continues working while the others collect the carriers and make their way back to the truck. 0705: Dr. Erhardt finishes placing the SCP-7817’s into carriers. She crouches by the carriers, speaking to the instances in a soothing voice, though they do not appear to be anxious. 0710: Returning to the truck, the group loads the SCP-7817 instances into the back. The driver remains with the truck while the passengers make their way back to the containment chamber. 0718: The passengers arrive at the containment chamber and, along with Dr. Erhardt, collect the remaining carriers and make their way back towards the truck. 0723: In the hallway, the group encounters Director Meekins. The director asks what they’re doing and Dr. Erhardt again claims that the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs ordered the transportation of SCP-7817. The director expresses confusion, and asks Dr. Erhardt to come to her office to confirm the order, but another researcher approaches her to report an SCP-4968-C instance injuring several personnel and Director Meekins departs with the researcher to attend to the issue. 0727: The group returns to the truck and loads the remaining SCP-7817 instances. Dr. Erhardt enters the truck with the rest of the passengers and they depart without incident. 0733: The truck exits the outer gate of Site-104. Investigations into the nature of the unknown group are ongoing. Addendum 7817-5: On 6/13/22, Agent Webb initiated an unscheduled meeting with Dr. Doyle. <Excerpt begins.> Agent Webb: What did you do? Dr. Doyle: What do you mean? Agent Webb: You signed in at Site-104 three days before Dr. Erhardt stole SCP-7817. I checked the security cameras and, while you never spoke to her directly, you did briefly pass her in the hall. As you did so, you slipped a piece of paper into her purse. <Dr. Doyle holds his hands up appeasingly.> Dr. Doyle: Alright, I’ll come clean. I gave her the contact information of someone who would help her escape with 7817. Agent Webb: After everything I told you, why would you do that? Dr. Doyle: Your method of dealing with the anomaly was good. Knowing that the betrayal was inevitable, investigating Dr. Erhardt and anticipating her actions was the best way to mitigate any damage she would cause. I just took things a step further, guiding her into a situation which fulfilled the requirements of the anomaly and prevented any of its more dangerous effects. Agent Webb: But you realize that by doing that, you’ve basically betrayed the Foundation yourself. Our job is to contain anomalies, SCP-7817 included. Dr. Doyle: I’m with the Ethics Committee. Our entire job is to oppose the Foundation when they make the wrong choice. This may be a little more underhanded than the way we usually do things, but I’ve risked my career in larger ways. There are some highly influential doctors who don’t like being told “No, you can’t do that.” Agent Webb: I won’t be an accessory to this. I am required to report your actions. Dr. Doyle: I wouldn’t expect you to do anything else. <Agent Webb pauses.> Agent Webb: Of course, technically speaking, adding a log to SCP-7817’s file explaining your actions does constitute reporting it. <Dr. Doyle smiles.> Dr. Doyle: I suppose it does. Though I can’t imagine many people are going to bother reading so deep into the file of some harmless weasels. Agent Webb: Not when there’s CK-class events to prevent. <Both laugh.> Agent Webb: But I have to ask. Who was she working with? Dr. Doyle: I think I’d prefer to keep that off the file, but if you go looking, I imagine you won’t have much trouble finding them. Footnotes 1. Most instances resemble members of the genus mustela, particularly the stoat (mustela erminea), the black-footed ferret (mustela nigripes), the European mink (mustela lutreola), or the domestic ferret (mustela furo). However, a few instances resemble members of other genera, including the marbled polecat (vormela peregusna), the Sarahan striped polecat (ictonyx libycus), and the sable (martes zibellina). 2. This process can take anywhere from three seconds to five minutes. It generally begins with an instance digging at a barrier before slowly pushing its body through until it has vanished entirely. Even when passing through a thin barrier, the instance will never exit until its entire body has entered the barrier. 3. While this individual is not known as Margaret Erhardt in every universe, she will continue to be referred to as such within this document until a proper SCP designation is assigned. 4. If a universe's Margaret Erhardt is assigned male at birth, she will transition prior to employment with the Foundation. 5. The anomaly is only present in universes in which the Foundation exists. 6. The designation SCP-7817 is not used to refer to this anomaly in every universe. In this document, SCP-7817 refers to the collection of anomalous mustelids which receives that designation in this universe. In universes in which SCP-7817 exists, but is not contained by the Foundation, Margaret Erhardt will not exist and the anomalous events will not occur. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7817" by MsBlackandBlue, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7818 | safe | close Info X SCP-7818: Author: DianaBerry JorgeMtzb, Marceline_Raynes, The_Spider_Queen, Special Thanks to: Currently only users="." is implemented. DianaBerry, JorgeMtzb, Marceline_Raynes, and The_Spider_Queen |center=*]] Hello, it is us! DianaBerry JorgeMtzb, Marceline_Raynes, The_Spider_Queen and then blah blah blah we can write whatever here. Hope you enjoy all that jazz. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION the server has detected the systematic deletion of text in this article. Read with caution. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B are to be stored in a standard anomalous item storage locker at Site-81. Physical interaction with either instance by research staff who are involved in romantic affairs, or who have previously been involved in romantic affairs that have ended within thirty days prior to experimentation, is strictly prohibited. Further containment procedures have been deemed unnecessary at this time. Photograph of SCP-7818-A Description: SCP-7818 is the collective designation for two identical antique lockets composed of silver, further categorized as SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B. Each locket is embossed with an intricate design depicting interwoven vines and flowers in 14th century European Gothic-era patterns. The lockets are heart-shaped and there is a small pocket within each intended to hold photographs. When SCP-7818 is worn by an individual who shares a deep1 romantic connection with another individual who is wearing SCP-7818-B, SCP-7818’s anomalous effect manifests. SCP-7818 drastically enhances the physical and mental affection, intimacy, and emotional resonance between the individuals under its anomalous effect, causing an intensified romantic experience between them. Wearing SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B for an extended period of time will invariably cause one of the affected2 to slowly dissipate from baseline reality and conceptual spacetime. The intensity of this effect and the rate of dissipation is directly correlated to the emotional strength of the established bond between wearers; the stronger the emotional connection, the faster the dissipation. Initially, subtle signs of the erasure event manifest, such as affected individuals disappearing from photographs, before more notable effects manifest such as the individual's parents forgetting they concieved the affected. The only aspect of the lost individual that remains unaffected by SCP-7818 is the content SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B. It is unclear why the content of SCP-7818-A or SCP-7818-B remain unaffected by SCP-7818. It is unclear what happens to individuals who are removed from baseline reality by SCP-7818. Efforts to locate these individuals have remained inconclusive. Currently, the photograph contained within both SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B depicts Researcher Katherine Varga holding a female woman in a loving embrace. The identity of the second woman cannot be discerned, and Researcher Varga has no recollection of meeting or conversing with the woman in the photograph. The following was recovered from Katherine Varga’s apartment on May Dear ㅤㅤaㅤㅤ ㅤoㅤㅤㅤ, Since it’s our anniversary I figured I would get us something nice. You always said we should get matching lockets, so I thought this would be the perfect gift! I love you so much, so I figured the engraving on it was more than accurate. I already put the pictures in. Anyway, I’m really sorry I couldn’t give this to you in person. You know how work can be, especially when you get called in and can’t say no. But when I get back, you better believe I’ll make the best dinner for you ever. No spoilers, but you will absolutely die for it. Back soon, Katherine Varga. (P.S. I am totally wearing mine right now.) Video Log Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-05T21:05:00-06:00 Subjects:ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn3, Katherine Varga Foreword The following transcript is taken from recovered security footage from Researcher Katherine Varga's residence during Incident 7818-1A, dated two weeks before the subsequent disappearance of an SCP-7818-1 instance from baseline reality. The aforementioned security footage has since been altered by the anomaly to exclude ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn, and is expected to degrade further. [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn and Researcher Katherine Varga's assigned quarters can be seen. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn is sitting on a sofa on her phone while Katherine Varga is pacing around the room. After several minutes, Katherine Varga sits down on the sofa.] ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Hey, babe. Katherine Varga: (Looking up from her cellphone) Hmm? Yeah? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Have you seen my ID? Katherine Varga: Huh? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: What I said. Have you seen my ID? I can't find it. Katherine Varga: It's not on your wallet? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: If it was in my wallet I wouldn't be asking where it was. It's missing, and I'll need it I want to drink at the party tonight. Katherine Varga: Wait, it's missing? Are you sure you didn't misplace it somewhere? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Misplaced it where, exactly? I never take it out of my wallet. Katherine Varga Maybe someone actually stole it? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Did you? Katherine Varga: (Scoffs) No? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: That's the problem, if you didn't take it, then who did? Katherina Varga: Probably just… fell out. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Right, but where? It could've fallen out anywhere. If we're lucky it was right here, but if not? Oh my god, my credit cards! If someone rummaged through my wallet they could've gotten my credit card info and with my ID… I need to cancel them as fast as possible and- crap! I don't have my ID! That's gonna make it even harder. I'm gonna have to wait in line even though my project is due the 5th and- and- Katherine Varga: (She holds a finger to her lips.) Shhh. Listen. It's fine. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: No, it is NOT "FINE". Katherine Varga You're panicking. (She holds ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn's face in her hands.) Deep breaths, remember? Deep breaths. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Yeah, I know it's just— Katherine Varga: I know. Do you want a massage? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: (Sighing) That'd be nice… Katherine Varga begins rubbing ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn shoulders. Despite ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn now facing the camera almost directly, her face remains obscured by a footage corruption procedurally destroying the pixels around her head. Katherine Varga: Feels nice doesn't it? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: (Looking down) Yeah… Katherine Varga: You're worrying too much. You should be getting ready to have a fun time alright? Don't worry about that stuff right now. When we get back, I'll look everywhere for it. And I'll fill out all the forms for all the cards if I just can't find it. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: What about the- Katherine Varga: Party? Come on Eㅤㅤㅤ. I mean, why do you even need it? There's no way in hell they're going to mistake you for someone underage. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn Right, but then- are you calling me old? Katherine Varga: Pfft, me? Oh, no, not at all. I would never suggest such a thing. But hey, if you're worried about being mistaken for an ancient relic, we can always bring along some dinosaurs fossils so- ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn:So that I'm not the oldest thing in the room? Katherine Varga: So that you're not the oldest thing in the room. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: (Chuckling) Come on Kate, you know I still get carded sometimes, believe it or not. And I need that ID to prove that I'm not as old as you make me out to be. By the way, between the two of us, I'm younger. Katherine Varga:: Yeah younger than wheel, right? Just barely though. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Oh, fuck you. Katherine Varga LOVE YOU TOO! ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Love you too. [END LOG] Video Log Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-06T01:17:00-06:00 Subjects: Katherine Varga, Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Foreword The following transcript is an amendment to 7818-1A, and occurs roughly 4 hours after 7818-1.1. The footage was taken from recovered security footage from Researcher Katherine Varga's residence during Incident 7818-1B [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ unlocks the apartment door, and slams it, visibly upset. Researcher Katherine Varga lets out a surprised yelp from the bedroom before rushing into the living room. She can be seen frantically observing her surroundings, pressumably to check for structual damage. When satisfied, Researcher Katherine Varga turns her attention to Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Katherine Varga: Are you hurt? What’s wrong? Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: (Leaned against the door, and let out a sob before sliding down to the floor and putting her head in her hands.) Katherine Varga: (Face drops from panic to concern. She crouches down next to her.) Babe… What happened? Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: (stays quiet for a few moments.) Just a lot of things. They didn’t have my name on the list. It was just gone?! I was told I was going to get in, my friends said they would have my name on the list, and when I tried calling but nobody picked up. I know they could have been partying but they had said they would meet outside… Katherine Varga: Oh… (gently rubbing Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ’s back) I’m so sorry Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. That hurts a lot. Is there anything I can do for you? Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: (Shakes her head) I think I just need some sleep. This feels like some elaborate shitty prank. I’m scared I’m actually losing it, you know? Katherine Varga: Yeah. I know. If it makes you feel any better, you look very very beautiful. (She kisses Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ’s cheek.) What if we got some ice cream and watched a bit of Parks and Rec before bed? Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: I would like that a lot. Thank you… [END LOG] Holly <3 Hey, I'm here. where r u? ? I'm here waiting. Did something happen? I'm sorry, who is this? It's me, ㅤㅤmㅤ Hㅤwㅤㅤoㅤㅤ. Is your phone glitching out or something? Sorry, I think you have the wrong number Do I? … No, you made me doubt for a moment but I'm sure this is the right one. You ARE Holly, right? Yeah… that's me. What are you on about then?? You were supposed to meet me today at 12 I don't think I'm the Holly you're looking for. Holly Mitchell, birthday: May 8th. That's you no? It is. Do I know you? I'm sorry I just can't quite place you. ??????????? We see each other all the time We saw each other last week Holly I really hope this is some kind of sick joke Because it's really not funny anymore. No, I'm very sorry to disappoint. Please seriously stop you're starting to freak me out Holly? Please don't do this I'm Sorry. Have a nice day. Holly. Seriously. It's not funny. Stop it. … please… Video Log Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-11T04:23:00-06:00 Subjects: Katherine Varga, ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Foreword: The following transcript is taken from recovered security footage from Researcher Katherine Varga's residence during Incident 7818-1C, dated one week before the subsequent disappearance of an SCP-7818-1 instance from baseline reality. The aforementioned security footage has since been altered by the anomaly to exclude ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn, and is expected to degrade further. [BEGIN LOG] Katherine Varga: (Enters the apartment, immediately making her way towards her bedroom. Once she enters, she finds ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ, who was currently sobbing, on the bed, wrapped in a blanket. She ran towards the bed, throwing her arms around ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.) Babe oh my gosh! Did something else happen? ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: (Looks at Katherine.) Yes! Yes again! I was supposed to meet up with Holly today, she didn't show up! I texted her and she acted as if she actually responded, but then acted as if she didn't know me! I have no idea what is happening, Katie! Katherine Varga: Shhhh. It's okay. Calm down. I'm sure it's nothing- ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: NOTHING!? This is not nothing! It's like everyone is forgetting me! Like I don't even exist! Katherine Varga: Like you don't even exist? Em do you have any idea how crazy that sounds? ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: It's not crazy! It's completely real! Katherine Varga: (grabbing her phone) I'm sure we can talk to Holly about this… ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: What's the point? Clearly, she doesn't want anything to do with me… It seems like no one does. Katherine Varga: Ohh darling, I'm sure that's not true- ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: YES IT IS! You should've seen the text messages! Katherine Varga: I can look at them if you want, but maybe I can message her. We'll get to the bottom of this. Holly (ㅤmㅤa) What in the ever-living hell is wrong with you?? What'd I do now? Oh, but you remember me just fine, huh? Eㅤmㅤ. A few hours ago. Ah, You know her? Ah… DO I KNOW HER? She's my partner and you well know it. Oh really? Since when? We met through her, you jerk. I'm sorry but that makes no sense You make no sense GO. TO. HELL. Excuse me?? Kate? Katherine Varga (sighing) That didn't go very well. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: (starting to tear up) See! I told you! Oh-Oh my god. I can't believe this! First, my ID, then my name wasn't on the list, and now this? Katie this is not random. We have to figure out what's going here- are you even paying attention to me? Katherine Varga: (Katherine's attention had shifted from ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ to the wall. A shocked and concerned expression was on her face.) Okay so babe don't freak out but… you're not in that picture. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: Huh? What do you mean? Katherine Varga: The one from our trip to LA. I-I know you were in it. You're right. Something is deeply, deeply wrong. I’m sorry… ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: Oh my god! (Leans against Katherine) This can't be happening. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: (starts hyperventilating.) What… What if you forget me too? Just like them. What if I forget who I am? Please Katie. I’m so scared. Katie I can’t do this. I don’t want to be forgotten. Katherine Varga: (Embracing ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ, starting to cry herself) It's okay! I will never ever ever forget you, Em. You know this. I love you so much, I swear on my mother's grave. I’ll do anything… I-I'll file a report at work. They'll take care of it. They'll fix it! They always do! Everything will be okay. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: (Sniffles) You promise? Katherine Varga: (nods) I promise. I’ll never forget. [END LOG] Audio Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-12T02:43-02:55 Subjects: m a H th Foreword: The following is a transcript of a phone call retrieved from the phone carrier by MTF-Omega 24. m a H th calls her mother, Lindsey Hawthorn, for their regularly scheduled family phone call. m a H th : Hey mom! Lindsey Hawthorn: Hello? Who’s this? m a H th : Uh… It’s me… m a . I’m your daughter? Lindsey Hawthorn: Is this a scam? I heard those have been going around these days. m a H th : N-no. This is real. I promise you I’m your real life daughter. Lindsey Hawthorn: I think I would know if I had a daughter. Ma’am you clearly have the wrong number. m a H th : No wait. Please. I have a baby brother, Peter Hawthorn, Born April 6th 2001, I was born July 12th 1998. Our childhood home was 3400 Worthington Drive, Pflugerville Texas. Peter and I went to Riverview Elementary School, Oak Park Junior High, and Maple Ridge High School. Please. Mom. You need to believe me. Lindsey Hawthorn: How the fuck did you know that? I know for a fact I never had a daughter. I only have one son. You need to leave me and my family alone. Never contact me again. I will call the police and press charges. m a H th : Mo- [END LOG] Addendum 01: Eㅤㅤadisappeared. I fell asleep right next to her right last night. This morning, I woke up and she was gone. Nowhere to be found. Phoned her parents, and called everyone that I knew she was close with. The photos on my phone, they've all disappeared, her phone number wasn't assigned. I looked everywhere for any leads; Nothing, she was gone without a trace. I updated the description of the anomaly accordingly to reflect this. I will get to the bottom of this if it's the last thing I ever do. Audio Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-23T06:35:00-06:00 Subjects: Katherine Varga. Foreword: The following is a transcript of a missing persons report filed by Researcher Katherine Varga and intercepted by MTF-Omega 24. Katherine Varga: Hello? Jason Taieo: Hello, this is the Austin Police Department, what can I help you with today? Katherine Varga: I-I’m calling to submit a missing person. Jason Taieo: Has it been over 24 hours since you have last seen them? Katherine Varga: No… But I know it doesn’t have to be. I know the rules. Please, I need to report her missing. Her name is Eㅤmㅤ ㅤㅤwㅤhㅤrn, she’s 5 foot 2 inches, shoulder length brown hair, and blue eyes. She’s 28 years old, and white. She has a pink jacket that she wears often and it’s not in my house anymore… Jason Taieo: Do you have any photos of her? Katherine Varga: I don’t anymore. She disappeared from all of the photos just like she disappeared this morning. I mean I have this locket but I can’t. I can’t part with it. Jason Taieo: Okay. Is there any chance she’s at work? Katherine Varga: No. Her number disappeared from my phone and then when I call her number I got an automated voice saying the number is no longer in service… She doesn’t work anymore… She couldn’t. Jason Taieo: Alright. I am going to send this off and have a unit go to you. Where do you live? Katherine Varga: 272 Thrash Trail, Apartment 404. Thank you. Jason Taieo: Is there anything else you need? Katherine Varga: No… [END LOG] Closing Statement: The case was thrown out by the Austin Police Department shortly after the call, as there was no evidence or records on Eㅤmㅤ ㅤㅤwㅤhㅤrn and her existence. APD followed up with a wellness check on Katherine Varga, but it ultimately ended with no further action taken. Case was closed on May 25th 2023. Addendum 02: When I updated the file with the pertinent information, I apparently raised some eyebrows at RAISA. They don't remember me ever having a partner, much less one that worked for the foundation, and the people who knew I had filed the document said they hadn't ever read it. I really had to fight for them to take me seriously. They're suggesting that she never existed, that I made her up in my mind, via anomalous means or otherwise, but that cannot be true. This document is the only proof of her so I need to maintain it to the best of my ability. I've dedicated my life to her, she dedicated her life to me, I promised I would always be by her side, that I would always be there for her, and that I wouldn't forget. Addendum 03: It’s just now I was looking at the file, and all mentions of her name had disappeared and I had to replace them like I had before. That's when I realized, I had forgotten her name. I don't remember any party. What party? What is happening!? This cannot be happening. I'm trying everything I can, I'm her last hope. I promised I would fix this, she means everything. I can't forget there has to be something I can do. I can fix this, I can do this. I will get her back. Addendum 03: My locket still has her picture in it. Those stupid lockets we got like a month ago symbolize our love. Hers, the ones with my picture in it, are gone. Every other picture of her disappeared without a trace, but the other side with her picture on it is in my hand right now. I already updated the file to reflect this. This is huge, I finally have a lead. This could be it. This could be why my darling is gone. What…whatever her name was. Please please don't let me forget now. There's no one else, everyone has forgotten, I am so close, I can't give up now, I can't forget. I promised. Video Log Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-20T09:45:00-06:00 Subjects: Katherine Varga. Foreword The following transcript is an amendment to 7818. The footage was taken from recovered security footage from Researcher Katherine Varga's office post previous addenda.. [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher Katherine Varga is staring at the contents locket around her neck. Her eyebrows furrowed.] Katherine Varga: I’m sorry babe. (She breaks down, sobbing. Staring at the woman in the locket.) Katherine Varga: I know I promised you that I wouldn’t forget… (She pauses taking a deep breath.) Katherine Varga: But… I guess it really does come for us all… I’m so so sorry. Katherine Varga: If you’re still out there. Please forgive me. I don’t even know your name anymore, but please, babe, please forgive me. (She closes the locket, holding it in her hands clasped together, putting them up to her face as though she were praying.) Katherine Varga: I’m sorry babe… Please come back. [END LOG] (Researcher Katherine Varga then spent approximately four hours staring at the wall and at the picture in the locket. Site psychiatric staff has been contacted on behalf of Katherine Varga, case is currently pending review.) Footnotes 1. Referring to a profound and intense emotional bond between individuals involved in a romantic relationship. It implies a heightened level of intimacy, understanding, and affection, wherein the individuals feel a strong sense of connection, empathy, and mutual vulnerability and encompasses a profound emotional and psychological resonance between the partners involved. 2. Henceforth referred to as SCP-7818-1 3. Fabricated, temporary alias provided by Researcher Katherina Varga for ease of communication and documentation. The individual's identity cannot be discerned at this time, as their face remains obscured for the majority of the footage. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7818" by JorgeMtzb, Marceline_Raynes, The_Spider _Queen, DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7818. Licensed under CC-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: Locket Name: Romantic Author: SidewaysSarah License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/97699489@N00/5298834356/ |
SCP-7819 | keter | SCP-7819, interior. Item #: SCP-7819 Special Containment Procedures: If you are currently under the influence of SCP-7819, please immediately refer to Addendum 1. SCP-7819 is still under active study; if you believe you have come into contact with it, contact the Research Lead immediately. Description: SCP-7819 is a predatory location that manifests along exits of the United States Numbered Highway System in the contiguous United States. SCP-7819’s appearance is generally fixed; it presents as a small roadside hotel or motel (though the exact layout may vary) advertising vacant rooms, always identified by exterior signage as the Rest-Eazy Inn. Several conditions must be met for SCP-7819 to manifest for a driver: The time must be between midnight and 4:00AM, local timezone. The driver of the vehicle must have been driving for over five hours, discounting small breaks. The driver must be a past or present Foundation employee. The driver must be alone in the vehicle. Upon driving near SCP-7819, the driver will begin to feel a deep-seated sense of fatigue and tiredness; it is unclear whether this is a natural reaction to driving for several hours and seeing an opportunity for a break, or an anomalous phenomenon caused by SCP-7819 to lure drivers in. Regardless, this fatigue will continue as the driver pulls off the highway and into the parking lot of the inn. Should the driver drive past SCP-7819, the sense of fatigue will remain; through unknown means, their vehicle will be seamlessly transported several miles backward, often without their realization. They will drive past SCP-7819 again, be transported backward again, and this process will continue until they park inside SCP-7819. The driver will not be able to escape this phenomenon until they exit their vehicle, enter SCP-7819, and perform several requisite activities. These activities vary, but SCP-7819’s many manifestations have provided a relatively-dependable action plan for performing the rituals and surviving SCP-7819. If you are currently under the influence of SCP-7819, please proceed through Addendum 1. Remain calm and do not rush; accuracy and efficiency is more important for survival than speed. Good luck. Addendum 1: SCP-7819 Survival Guide; up-to-date to March 26th, 1996. Space: Parking Lot Instructions: Bring your car into an empty parking space. Try to select one that’s surrounded by other vehicles; to separate yourself from the pack would attract attention. Once you park, exit your vehicle. Take only what you need: whatever device you are reading this document on, your cellular phone, keys, purse or wallet, and a bag containing some toiletries and essentials. Luggage and clothing will slow you down. If you have been equipped with a firearm or own one privately, do not take it with you. Spend some time in the parking lot before entering the lobby. Observe the other parked cars around you; you will note inconsistencies, such as wheels made of wood, unclear jumbles where logos and brand marks should be, and shapes/designs that do not correspond to any actual vehicles produced by automotive companies. Avoid looking through the windows. If there is a large burning vehicle in the parking lot, do not investigate it further. If at all possible, pretend it is not there. Enter the lobby before the fire goes out. Researcher Adam Middleton: I followed protocol, pulled my 4Runner into a parking spot of this dingy sex-motel. The last parking spot, actually; the lot was completely full otherwise. I grab the few things I have, and squeeze out of my car. Parked next to a big Dodge Caravan except, wait, no I'm not. It's like… you described a Caravan to someone else, and they described it to someone else, and then that person had to make a model of what they had in mind out of papier-mâché. I accidentally knocked a hand against it and realized that it was made out of some kind of plaster, and it was hollow. I got curious so I started investigating the other cars. All like this. Logos and designs that look like cars I knew growing up, but take a closer look and it's all nonsense. A facade, literally. I wasn't scared or anything, but it did put me on edge. Like how when you know someone is trying to put you at ease, you put your hackles up. Space: Lobby Instructions: Upon entering the lobby, make your way to the front desk. It will be unoccupied; you may ring the bell once if the sound brings you comfort. Wait in the lobby without exiting it. Hum your favorite song to yourself as you wait; the silence in the lobby has been described as oppressive. Stop humming when you become aware of the noises coming from behind the counter. Hop the counter. There should be a closed door, rattling as though someone is on the other side. Listen to the sounds, and note them down. When they get louder, repeatedly slam your fist against the door. Do not speak. Eventually, you will be slipped a key to a room. This may not work on the first attempt; repeat it until you succeed. Say thank you, and depart. Agent Mari Kayer: No idea what’s going on. Door’s firmly locked I can just hear through it and the paper-thin walls. Pretty filthy noises. Soft enough to where I have to press my ear against the door to hear anything. Wet slapping like someone thumping a drenched towel against the ground, over and over. There’s this periodic wet coughing. The slapping stops during the coughing. Also this moaning. It sounds in pain, like someone starving to death. Rises and falls in pitch but it’s always there. I can hear a whispering too, and sometimes the moaning and whispering and coughing are all at the same time. How many people are in there? I tried rattling the doorknob and it all stopped. All of it except for the moaning. I froze and after a few seconds they went back to it. Fucking weird as shit. Space: Elevator Instructions: Your room will inevitably be on a higher floor, and you will be unable to find stairs, forcing you to use the elevator. You will notice that the buttons are in an inexplicable pattern and have unclear writing on them. Press whichever one feels right. There will never be another person in the elevator with you; if you see someone, be aware they are not human. Treat them with the appropriate level of caution; do not remove your eyes from them, and always stand with your back against a wall. If the figure resembles an older clean-cut man wearing an expensive suit and overcoat, do not enter the elevator. It will smile at you, compliment your appearance, and hold the door for you. It will do this for up to several minutes, repeatedly attempting to convince you to enter. Politely but firmly tell it that you are “just passing through” and “will wait for the next one”. Stand beyond the threshold; it cannot pursue you outside of the elevator. Eventually, it will move on. If the figure resembles a middle-aged woman in hiking gear, you may enter the elevator and ride it to your destination. The elevator ride will take much longer than it should, up to half an hour. Do not panic, and reciprocate the woman’s attempts to make conversation. Do not be honest with her; lie openly and brazenly about every possible detail, including obvious ones such as your ethnicity and age. She appreciates this. If the figure resembles a younger vagrant, it is safe to enter the elevator. They will not speak, but may offer you a hug; accepting this has no consequences and is left to your discretion. When you arrive at your floor, they may offer a small trinket, such as a tin duck or ceramic ashtray. Accept it gratefully, and keep it close at hand. Senior Researcher Aamir Mirahi: My nerves were on fire. I was lucky I pulled the vagrant card instead of the Wall-Street-anglerfish card, at least. They seemed nice. Couldn’t have been older than 19 or 20, dressed in clothes completely worn through. I got in, and we were standing next to each other heading up to my floor when he reached out. I just sort of let it happen, and he hugged me. A proper hug. Haven’t been hugged like that in a long time. Didn’t say a word. Just hugged me for a few seconds, like he knew I needed it, stepped back, handed me a matchbox filled with leaves, and then the doors were closing and he was gone. Space: Hallways Instructions: You will exit out of the elevator into a hallway of some kind. Checking your room key is pointless; it will either not have a room number, or have an entirely impossible one. Your room will make itself known to you when you find it. As such, begin walking down the hallway. Resist the urges to investigate the other rooms in the hallway. The doors have peepholes in them, and making eye contact may invite unwelcome attention. Keep your eyes focused down, and ignore any feelings of being observed as you proceed down the hall. Avoid making noise; the other guests are sleeping. The hallway is generally not linear, and you may find various other spaces. Eventually, you will arrive at a crossroads. These will occur regardless of whether the exterior topology of SCP-7819 allows for it, and are suspected to be incongruous spaces. As such, it is advised not to remain in them for more than a few minutes at most. Personnel who have dallied in the crossroads report dull headaches and paranoia. This is best addressed by picking a direction at random and beginning to walk down it. It is unclear whether SCP-7819 adapts to one’s mind or vice-versa, but this has been the most effective method for arriving at one’s room. You will know it when you see it. Officer Louis Deleon: I have no idea how long I was walking. At least forty minutes, but that was after I started checking my watch. Just endless shag carpet and flickering yellow lighting and shitty commercial art on the walls. I thought it would just be one long hallway, but it wasn’t — I mean, at first it was, but then it ended and took a sharp right turn, and then a left. And then down a set of stairs, past a smoking lounge, through a little walkway. Didn’t have any kind of sense or consistency to the construction, just felt like a weird amalgamation of every hotel I’ve ever been in, glued together without thought. Eventually it started getting really bizarre — the carpet went from drab beige to like, the pattern you find on bus seats? There were curtains but they were nailed into the wall so they couldn’t be opened. Every successive set of doors kept getting lifted a few inches off the ground until they were literally halfway into the ceiling. This isn’t a place people were meant to be. Space: Room Instructions: Use your key and enter your room. You will immediately feel a chillness in the air; this is normal. Do not close the door behind you until you have turned on all the lights and ensured you are alone in the room. There may be a door to an adjoining room; move a piece of furniture in front of this door or otherwise find a way to barricade it. The layout of the room will vary and may be completely idiosyncratic, such as having mismatched furniture sets, dozens of chairs filling the room with nothing else, or being difficult to traverse. Do your best to get comfortable. The bathroom may be locked from the inside, but this is not a point of concern unless you have reason to believe someone is inside. If you do, bar the door to the best of your ability. You may keep the lights on or dim them, but get into a bed and pull the covers over yourself. If the room has a television, you may put on something to calm your nerves; personnel have suggested Home and Garden Television delivers the best results. Eventually, you will fall asleep. Researcher Brett Stevens: My room had three beds, fanning out from and facing a single focal point: a shitty microwave that wasn’t even plugged in. Absolutely baffling, like it was designed by a person with no understanding of how humans lived. I got in, made sure everything was fine, then put my stuff down. Took a leak, which is when I found out the bathroom was fake. The plumbing wasn’t attached and the toilet and shower were made out of like, plywood, like props on a movie set. Hardly the weirdest thing so far but for some reason it just fucked with me. I got out and slipped into bed. Almost immediately I felt insanely tired despite the circumstances. I could barely keep my eyes open and right as I was drifting off it occurred to me that I hadn’t checked under the beds. Space: Pool Instructions: You will wake up in the hotel hot tub. There will be no one else in the indoor pool area, and you will feel physically awake but mentally exhausted; this is normal. A small radio set on a nearby table may be playing a song from your childhood, but the signal will be of poor quality. Try to tune it better, if you can, but do not change the station. Do not change the station. You may exit the hot tub and inspect the main pool. It will generally be of idiosyncratic shape and construction. You will find that the surface tension of the water is much stronger — it has formed a thick, tight membrane that prevents objects from breaking through it. As such, do not step into the water; you will drown. Underneath the membrane, you may see shapes moving around. Ignore them. Return to the hot tub, re-entering it. This time, completely submerge yourself. Despite your expectations, once you go under, it will not feel warm; it will feel painfully, bitingly cold, as though stepping into ice water. Ignore it and open your eyes. You will find that the hot tub descends several feet deeper than expected. Swim to the bottom and grab the small object you see lying on the floor. Inspect it after emerging from the water. You will find your clothes neatly folded on a nearby table. Dry and redress yourself before departing for your room. Agent Sabrina Maxwell: I’ve always loved hotel pools. Something about them — I don’t know. You’d think everyone would go for it, but for whatever reason, it feels like I’m the only one who’s ever in one. So it’s just a nice, calming space for me to sink into the water and be utterly alone. This wasn't like that. This felt wrong, in some interminable, indescribable way. Every facet of it seemed designed for maximum discomfort. The echo bouncing off the ceiling and water being close enough to your own voice to trip you up. The angles and contours of the pool were unnatural, like someone had never seen a pool before. Literally hundreds of life-preservers hanging off the walls. The main pool was… unnerving. The membrane on top made it so that everything under the surface was blurry and hard to make out. But still, I could see three or four blurry shapes moving around, swimming back and forth. One of them was person-shaped. At first I thought it was another person, trapped or something, and tried to get a little closer. Didn't step into the water, but I put my hand against the film. They — it swam up on the other side, and pressed its palm where mine was. Held it there, for a moment. Then it starts slamming its fists against the membrane wildly, trying to tear through it like a wild animal. I could hear it screeching from under the water. I screamed, scrabbled backward, grabbed my things and ran. Thankfully, I only checked out the other pool after getting the object from the hot tub. It was an engagement ring, my engagement ring. I lost it years ago. Flushed it down the toilet of a hotel I was staying at. Space: Breakfast Area Instructions: On your way back to your room, you will pass by the breakfast area attached to the lobby. Despite it still being night outside, it will be open and the lights on. Enter. There will be a large amount of food laid out on the counters. Most of it will be inedible in some form, though there are usually some edible foodstuffs; ignore all of them. Do not feel guilty about doing so, and instead make your way to the only other person in the breakfast area. Join them at their table as they eat. They will attempt to persuade you to stay. Politely but firmly deny them. It will make your heart hurt, but it is necessary should you wish to leave. They will repeatedly do this, and you must repeatedly deny them, until they stop asking. Technician David Dominguez: Plastic fruit, styrofoam waffles, muddy water instead of coffee. I'm not exaggerating; it was literally fake food, all laid out and presented like a typical continental breakfast. Very weird, but I followed the instructions, ignored all of it and headed for the man at the table. Older guy, salt-and-pepper hair, looks like every dad. The only sound in the room was his chewing, and the dead air on the television as it softly played static. He seemed excited to see me, once he noticed me. Asked me to please take a seat, so I did, opposite him. Started bombarding me with questions — where was I from, where was I going, how long I'd been on the road — but not with the sinister edge of the people in the elevator. Genuine, sincere, wanting to know if I was alright and having a nice time. I tried my best not to feel bad about ignoring all of his questions and just saying "I want to leave". I got the sense he'd heard this a lot. And he was persistent about it. "What can I do to make your stay better?" Sorry, I say, but I want to leave. "You're not enjoying the amenities?" They're fine; I still want to leave. "Don't you think this is nicer than having to deal with the troubles of life? It's a resort!" Maybe — but I'd prefer the troubles over whatever this is. Fighting to choke down the parts of me saying he has a point. Eventually, he just goes crestfallen. "Is there anything I can do to make you stay?" No. He seemed to accept that. Told me to spend the rest of my night — check out in the morning. He was still sitting there when I left, alone. Space: Checkout Instructions: When you wake up the next morning, late, regardless of when you fell asleep, gather your things and depart your room. You will find that the layout of SCP-7819 has shifted dramatically and is much easier to navigate. Several doors in the hallway will be hanging open, and you will pass cleaning carts as though housekeeping is doing their rounds. There will be no one around except you. Head to the elevators and back down to the lobby. There will similarly be no one at the front desk, but place your key down. Depart SCP-7819, get in your vehicle (the parking lot will now be empty), and get back onto the highway, driving until you can get into contact with your nearest Site and report your SCP-7819 encounter. Researcher Taya Andrews: The light of day makes things feel a lot different. The labyrinth of carpet and hallway just felt odd now, not sinister. I went downstairs, turned my key into the empty desk. The breakfast area was closed again. I stepped out the doors, the sun was shining. Got in my car, got back on I-10, put the hotel in my rearview mirror, and then, as soon as it came, it was gone. My parents and I used to take a lot of road trips when I was a kid, so we stayed in a lot of motels. You know the kind: shitty roadside lodging where the rooms are cramped and the prices are dirt-cheap. Years-old carpet, unfashionable furniture from the 70s, sinks that stick out into the room and hard mattresses. Not a resort, just a place to lay your head down for the night. Transitory spaces, where you're meant to come and go; not to stick around. Motels are not home, obviously. They try their best to feel like they’re home. But not particularly well, which is why they have such a unique vibe of their own. A corporate-designed space calculated to put you at ease. They’re spaces for humans to inhabit, but there’s nothing really human about them. 7819 embodies that pretty well. Something that doesn't really understand humans trying fruitlessly to lure them in, with fractured memories of motel rooms and hot tubs. [Sigh.] I don't know. I don't know what 7819 is, really; I can only make guesses from what I experienced. Like I said, I took a lot of roadtrips as a kid and there are some deeply, deeply strange things that live on the edges of these highways. If you’ve followed these instructions, you will exit with no issue. If you haven’t, we do not blame you for staying. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7819" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7819. Licensed under CC-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: corridor.png Author: Rounderhouse License: Public Domain Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7819 | uncontained | SCP-7819, interior. Item #: SCP-7819 Special Containment Procedures: If you are currently under the influence of SCP-7819, please immediately refer to Addendum 1. SCP-7819 is still under active study; if you believe you have come into contact with it, contact the Research Lead immediately. Description: SCP-7819 is a predatory location that manifests along exits of the United States Numbered Highway System in the contiguous United States. SCP-7819’s appearance is generally fixed; it presents as a small roadside hotel or motel (though the exact layout may vary) advertising vacant rooms, always identified by exterior signage as the Rest-Eazy Inn. Several conditions must be met for SCP-7819 to manifest for a driver: The time must be between midnight and 4:00AM, local timezone. The driver of the vehicle must have been driving for over five hours, discounting small breaks. The driver must be a past or present Foundation employee. The driver must be alone in the vehicle. Upon driving near SCP-7819, the driver will begin to feel a deep-seated sense of fatigue and tiredness; it is unclear whether this is a natural reaction to driving for several hours and seeing an opportunity for a break, or an anomalous phenomenon caused by SCP-7819 to lure drivers in. Regardless, this fatigue will continue as the driver pulls off the highway and into the parking lot of the inn. Should the driver drive past SCP-7819, the sense of fatigue will remain; through unknown means, their vehicle will be seamlessly transported several miles backward, often without their realization. They will drive past SCP-7819 again, be transported backward again, and this process will continue until they park inside SCP-7819. The driver will not be able to escape this phenomenon until they exit their vehicle, enter SCP-7819, and perform several requisite activities. These activities vary, but SCP-7819’s many manifestations have provided a relatively-dependable action plan for performing the rituals and surviving SCP-7819. If you are currently under the influence of SCP-7819, please proceed through Addendum 1. Remain calm and do not rush; accuracy and efficiency is more important for survival than speed. Good luck. Addendum 1: SCP-7819 Survival Guide; up-to-date to March 26th, 1996. Space: Parking Lot Instructions: Bring your car into an empty parking space. Try to select one that’s surrounded by other vehicles; to separate yourself from the pack would attract attention. Once you park, exit your vehicle. Take only what you need: whatever device you are reading this document on, your cellular phone, keys, purse or wallet, and a bag containing some toiletries and essentials. Luggage and clothing will slow you down. If you have been equipped with a firearm or own one privately, do not take it with you. Spend some time in the parking lot before entering the lobby. Observe the other parked cars around you; you will note inconsistencies, such as wheels made of wood, unclear jumbles where logos and brand marks should be, and shapes/designs that do not correspond to any actual vehicles produced by automotive companies. Avoid looking through the windows. If there is a large burning vehicle in the parking lot, do not investigate it further. If at all possible, pretend it is not there. Enter the lobby before the fire goes out. Researcher Adam Middleton: I followed protocol, pulled my 4Runner into a parking spot of this dingy sex-motel. The last parking spot, actually; the lot was completely full otherwise. I grab the few things I have, and squeeze out of my car. Parked next to a big Dodge Caravan except, wait, no I'm not. It's like… you described a Caravan to someone else, and they described it to someone else, and then that person had to make a model of what they had in mind out of papier-mâché. I accidentally knocked a hand against it and realized that it was made out of some kind of plaster, and it was hollow. I got curious so I started investigating the other cars. All like this. Logos and designs that look like cars I knew growing up, but take a closer look and it's all nonsense. A facade, literally. I wasn't scared or anything, but it did put me on edge. Like how when you know someone is trying to put you at ease, you put your hackles up. Space: Lobby Instructions: Upon entering the lobby, make your way to the front desk. It will be unoccupied; you may ring the bell once if the sound brings you comfort. Wait in the lobby without exiting it. Hum your favorite song to yourself as you wait; the silence in the lobby has been described as oppressive. Stop humming when you become aware of the noises coming from behind the counter. Hop the counter. There should be a closed door, rattling as though someone is on the other side. Listen to the sounds, and note them down. When they get louder, repeatedly slam your fist against the door. Do not speak. Eventually, you will be slipped a key to a room. This may not work on the first attempt; repeat it until you succeed. Say thank you, and depart. Agent Mari Kayer: No idea what’s going on. Door’s firmly locked I can just hear through it and the paper-thin walls. Pretty filthy noises. Soft enough to where I have to press my ear against the door to hear anything. Wet slapping like someone thumping a drenched towel against the ground, over and over. There’s this periodic wet coughing. The slapping stops during the coughing. Also this moaning. It sounds in pain, like someone starving to death. Rises and falls in pitch but it’s always there. I can hear a whispering too, and sometimes the moaning and whispering and coughing are all at the same time. How many people are in there? I tried rattling the doorknob and it all stopped. All of it except for the moaning. I froze and after a few seconds they went back to it. Fucking weird as shit. Space: Elevator Instructions: Your room will inevitably be on a higher floor, and you will be unable to find stairs, forcing you to use the elevator. You will notice that the buttons are in an inexplicable pattern and have unclear writing on them. Press whichever one feels right. There will never be another person in the elevator with you; if you see someone, be aware they are not human. Treat them with the appropriate level of caution; do not remove your eyes from them, and always stand with your back against a wall. If the figure resembles an older clean-cut man wearing an expensive suit and overcoat, do not enter the elevator. It will smile at you, compliment your appearance, and hold the door for you. It will do this for up to several minutes, repeatedly attempting to convince you to enter. Politely but firmly tell it that you are “just passing through” and “will wait for the next one”. Stand beyond the threshold; it cannot pursue you outside of the elevator. Eventually, it will move on. If the figure resembles a middle-aged woman in hiking gear, you may enter the elevator and ride it to your destination. The elevator ride will take much longer than it should, up to half an hour. Do not panic, and reciprocate the woman’s attempts to make conversation. Do not be honest with her; lie openly and brazenly about every possible detail, including obvious ones such as your ethnicity and age. She appreciates this. If the figure resembles a younger vagrant, it is safe to enter the elevator. They will not speak, but may offer you a hug; accepting this has no consequences and is left to your discretion. When you arrive at your floor, they may offer a small trinket, such as a tin duck or ceramic ashtray. Accept it gratefully, and keep it close at hand. Senior Researcher Aamir Mirahi: My nerves were on fire. I was lucky I pulled the vagrant card instead of the Wall-Street-anglerfish card, at least. They seemed nice. Couldn’t have been older than 19 or 20, dressed in clothes completely worn through. I got in, and we were standing next to each other heading up to my floor when he reached out. I just sort of let it happen, and he hugged me. A proper hug. Haven’t been hugged like that in a long time. Didn’t say a word. Just hugged me for a few seconds, like he knew I needed it, stepped back, handed me a matchbox filled with leaves, and then the doors were closing and he was gone. Space: Hallways Instructions: You will exit out of the elevator into a hallway of some kind. Checking your room key is pointless; it will either not have a room number, or have an entirely impossible one. Your room will make itself known to you when you find it. As such, begin walking down the hallway. Resist the urges to investigate the other rooms in the hallway. The doors have peepholes in them, and making eye contact may invite unwelcome attention. Keep your eyes focused down, and ignore any feelings of being observed as you proceed down the hall. Avoid making noise; the other guests are sleeping. The hallway is generally not linear, and you may find various other spaces. Eventually, you will arrive at a crossroads. These will occur regardless of whether the exterior topology of SCP-7819 allows for it, and are suspected to be incongruous spaces. As such, it is advised not to remain in them for more than a few minutes at most. Personnel who have dallied in the crossroads report dull headaches and paranoia. This is best addressed by picking a direction at random and beginning to walk down it. It is unclear whether SCP-7819 adapts to one’s mind or vice-versa, but this has been the most effective method for arriving at one’s room. You will know it when you see it. Officer Louis Deleon: I have no idea how long I was walking. At least forty minutes, but that was after I started checking my watch. Just endless shag carpet and flickering yellow lighting and shitty commercial art on the walls. I thought it would just be one long hallway, but it wasn’t — I mean, at first it was, but then it ended and took a sharp right turn, and then a left. And then down a set of stairs, past a smoking lounge, through a little walkway. Didn’t have any kind of sense or consistency to the construction, just felt like a weird amalgamation of every hotel I’ve ever been in, glued together without thought. Eventually it started getting really bizarre — the carpet went from drab beige to like, the pattern you find on bus seats? There were curtains but they were nailed into the wall so they couldn’t be opened. Every successive set of doors kept getting lifted a few inches off the ground until they were literally halfway into the ceiling. This isn’t a place people were meant to be. Space: Room Instructions: Use your key and enter your room. You will immediately feel a chillness in the air; this is normal. Do not close the door behind you until you have turned on all the lights and ensured you are alone in the room. There may be a door to an adjoining room; move a piece of furniture in front of this door or otherwise find a way to barricade it. The layout of the room will vary and may be completely idiosyncratic, such as having mismatched furniture sets, dozens of chairs filling the room with nothing else, or being difficult to traverse. Do your best to get comfortable. The bathroom may be locked from the inside, but this is not a point of concern unless you have reason to believe someone is inside. If you do, bar the door to the best of your ability. You may keep the lights on or dim them, but get into a bed and pull the covers over yourself. If the room has a television, you may put on something to calm your nerves; personnel have suggested Home and Garden Television delivers the best results. Eventually, you will fall asleep. Researcher Brett Stevens: My room had three beds, fanning out from and facing a single focal point: a shitty microwave that wasn’t even plugged in. Absolutely baffling, like it was designed by a person with no understanding of how humans lived. I got in, made sure everything was fine, then put my stuff down. Took a leak, which is when I found out the bathroom was fake. The plumbing wasn’t attached and the toilet and shower were made out of like, plywood, like props on a movie set. Hardly the weirdest thing so far but for some reason it just fucked with me. I got out and slipped into bed. Almost immediately I felt insanely tired despite the circumstances. I could barely keep my eyes open and right as I was drifting off it occurred to me that I hadn’t checked under the beds. Space: Pool Instructions: You will wake up in the hotel hot tub. There will be no one else in the indoor pool area, and you will feel physically awake but mentally exhausted; this is normal. A small radio set on a nearby table may be playing a song from your childhood, but the signal will be of poor quality. Try to tune it better, if you can, but do not change the station. Do not change the station. You may exit the hot tub and inspect the main pool. It will generally be of idiosyncratic shape and construction. You will find that the surface tension of the water is much stronger — it has formed a thick, tight membrane that prevents objects from breaking through it. As such, do not step into the water; you will drown. Underneath the membrane, you may see shapes moving around. Ignore them. Return to the hot tub, re-entering it. This time, completely submerge yourself. Despite your expectations, once you go under, it will not feel warm; it will feel painfully, bitingly cold, as though stepping into ice water. Ignore it and open your eyes. You will find that the hot tub descends several feet deeper than expected. Swim to the bottom and grab the small object you see lying on the floor. Inspect it after emerging from the water. You will find your clothes neatly folded on a nearby table. Dry and redress yourself before departing for your room. Agent Sabrina Maxwell: I’ve always loved hotel pools. Something about them — I don’t know. You’d think everyone would go for it, but for whatever reason, it feels like I’m the only one who’s ever in one. So it’s just a nice, calming space for me to sink into the water and be utterly alone. This wasn't like that. This felt wrong, in some interminable, indescribable way. Every facet of it seemed designed for maximum discomfort. The echo bouncing off the ceiling and water being close enough to your own voice to trip you up. The angles and contours of the pool were unnatural, like someone had never seen a pool before. Literally hundreds of life-preservers hanging off the walls. The main pool was… unnerving. The membrane on top made it so that everything under the surface was blurry and hard to make out. But still, I could see three or four blurry shapes moving around, swimming back and forth. One of them was person-shaped. At first I thought it was another person, trapped or something, and tried to get a little closer. Didn't step into the water, but I put my hand against the film. They — it swam up on the other side, and pressed its palm where mine was. Held it there, for a moment. Then it starts slamming its fists against the membrane wildly, trying to tear through it like a wild animal. I could hear it screeching from under the water. I screamed, scrabbled backward, grabbed my things and ran. Thankfully, I only checked out the other pool after getting the object from the hot tub. It was an engagement ring, my engagement ring. I lost it years ago. Flushed it down the toilet of a hotel I was staying at. Space: Breakfast Area Instructions: On your way back to your room, you will pass by the breakfast area attached to the lobby. Despite it still being night outside, it will be open and the lights on. Enter. There will be a large amount of food laid out on the counters. Most of it will be inedible in some form, though there are usually some edible foodstuffs; ignore all of them. Do not feel guilty about doing so, and instead make your way to the only other person in the breakfast area. Join them at their table as they eat. They will attempt to persuade you to stay. Politely but firmly deny them. It will make your heart hurt, but it is necessary should you wish to leave. They will repeatedly do this, and you must repeatedly deny them, until they stop asking. Technician David Dominguez: Plastic fruit, styrofoam waffles, muddy water instead of coffee. I'm not exaggerating; it was literally fake food, all laid out and presented like a typical continental breakfast. Very weird, but I followed the instructions, ignored all of it and headed for the man at the table. Older guy, salt-and-pepper hair, looks like every dad. The only sound in the room was his chewing, and the dead air on the television as it softly played static. He seemed excited to see me, once he noticed me. Asked me to please take a seat, so I did, opposite him. Started bombarding me with questions — where was I from, where was I going, how long I'd been on the road — but not with the sinister edge of the people in the elevator. Genuine, sincere, wanting to know if I was alright and having a nice time. I tried my best not to feel bad about ignoring all of his questions and just saying "I want to leave". I got the sense he'd heard this a lot. And he was persistent about it. "What can I do to make your stay better?" Sorry, I say, but I want to leave. "You're not enjoying the amenities?" They're fine; I still want to leave. "Don't you think this is nicer than having to deal with the troubles of life? It's a resort!" Maybe — but I'd prefer the troubles over whatever this is. Fighting to choke down the parts of me saying he has a point. Eventually, he just goes crestfallen. "Is there anything I can do to make you stay?" No. He seemed to accept that. Told me to spend the rest of my night — check out in the morning. He was still sitting there when I left, alone. Space: Checkout Instructions: When you wake up the next morning, late, regardless of when you fell asleep, gather your things and depart your room. You will find that the layout of SCP-7819 has shifted dramatically and is much easier to navigate. Several doors in the hallway will be hanging open, and you will pass cleaning carts as though housekeeping is doing their rounds. There will be no one around except you. Head to the elevators and back down to the lobby. There will similarly be no one at the front desk, but place your key down. Depart SCP-7819, get in your vehicle (the parking lot will now be empty), and get back onto the highway, driving until you can get into contact with your nearest Site and report your SCP-7819 encounter. Researcher Taya Andrews: The light of day makes things feel a lot different. The labyrinth of carpet and hallway just felt odd now, not sinister. I went downstairs, turned my key into the empty desk. The breakfast area was closed again. I stepped out the doors, the sun was shining. Got in my car, got back on I-10, put the hotel in my rearview mirror, and then, as soon as it came, it was gone. My parents and I used to take a lot of road trips when I was a kid, so we stayed in a lot of motels. You know the kind: shitty roadside lodging where the rooms are cramped and the prices are dirt-cheap. Years-old carpet, unfashionable furniture from the 70s, sinks that stick out into the room and hard mattresses. Not a resort, just a place to lay your head down for the night. Transitory spaces, where you're meant to come and go; not to stick around. Motels are not home, obviously. They try their best to feel like they’re home. But not particularly well, which is why they have such a unique vibe of their own. A corporate-designed space calculated to put you at ease. They’re spaces for humans to inhabit, but there’s nothing really human about them. 7819 embodies that pretty well. Something that doesn't really understand humans trying fruitlessly to lure them in, with fractured memories of motel rooms and hot tubs. [Sigh.] I don't know. I don't know what 7819 is, really; I can only make guesses from what I experienced. Like I said, I took a lot of roadtrips as a kid and there are some deeply, deeply strange things that live on the edges of these highways. If you’ve followed these instructions, you will exit with no issue. If you haven’t, we do not blame you for staying. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7819" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7819. Licensed under CC-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: corridor.png Author: Rounderhouse License: Public Domain Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7820 | safe | From ~44,000 BCE to ~39,000 BCE, SCP-7820 was home to a civilization of Homo neanderthalensis maritimus. by Kothardarastrix Item#: 7820 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7820's remote and inaccessible location makes active containment measures unnecessary. Example of maritimus scrimshaw. Artifacts recovered from SCP-7820 are to be gradually warmed, depressurized, and dried over a period of at least 36 hours to prevent damage to the porous material. They are otherwise to be handled and cared for as appropriate for artifacts of their age and composition. Description: SCP-7820 is a seamount in the Arctic Ocean, 38 kilometers from the geographic North Pole. The peak of the seamount is 100 meters below the surface, but erosion on its upper portion indicates that it was above sea level until around 10,000 years ago. From ~44,000 BCE to ~39,000 BCE, SCP-7820 was home to a civilization of Homo neanderthalensis maritimus. Addendum 1: The Polar People Homo neanderthalensis maritimus is a subspecies distinguished from typical Neanderthals by their larger hands and feet, smaller molars, and larger canine teeth. Artistic depictions on associated artifacts show maritimus as heavyset and covered in fur. All known maritimus remains originate from SCP-7820. It is not clear how this population came to dwell thousands of kilometers from the known range of baseline Neanderthals. The presence of Arctic adaptations on even the earliest specimens has led parapaleontologists to conclude that the maritimus population diverged from Homo neanderthalensis well before its habitation of SCP-7820. The time and place of this divergence is hotly debated, but the most popular theory in parapaleontological circles supposes that the ancestors of maritimus were Neanderthals who migrated onto Atlantic sea ice from coastal Europe during a period of glaciation. Addendum 2: Meteorite Staff The most overtly anomalous object found in SCP-7820 is an ornate staff fashioned from a narwhal tusk. Writing is engraved along the staff's entire length, following the spiral pattern of the tusk. An iron meteorite roughly 17 cm in diameter is affixed to one end. The iron is strongly magnetized and displays no signs of corrosion despite its long immersion. When pointed towards magnetic north, the meteorite emits a green and pink glow that resembles an aurora. This light, spotted by an ROV on an unrelated science expedition, is what led to the initial discovery of SCP-7820. Addendum 3: Other Artifacts In addition to the meteorite staff, hundreds of bone and ivory artifacts have been retrieved from SCP-7820. The function of an artifact almost always correlates to its animal of origin; weapons and hunting implements are typically made from large predators such as polar bears, orcas, and Greenland sharks, tools predominantly originate from seals, and artwork is usually crafted from ivory or, in the case of larger pieces, whale bones. Maritimus would have also required metal tools (likely comprised of meteoric iron) to carve bone and ivory with such precision, but no such implements would have survived 10,000 years of seawater immersion. Many artifacts - and nearly all maritimus remains - bear detailed artistic depictions. Notable examples of such are summarized below, in rough order of age. When radiocarbon dating was insufficient, chronology was estimated by the relative complexity of the object and artistic depictions thereupon. Object Artistic Depictions Notes broken-off tip of woolly mammoth tusk A meteor marked with an unknown symbol falls toward a rocky island surrounded by sea ice, presumably SCP-7820. A partial humanoid figure is visible at the very edge of the broken portion; it is likely that the rest of the tusk was also carved. It is not clear how this object traveled hundreds of kilometers from the woolly mammoth's habitat. The best-supported theory states that the object was transported to SCP-7820 by its initial settlers. maritimus pelvis maritimus dancing, some playing instruments or wielding weapons, some naked and others wearing ornate clothing and headdresses Parturition pits on the pubic bones indicate that this individual birthed at least one child. wind instrument made from the rib of a seal seals playing and hunting When played, the instrument produces sounds similar to the vocalizations of bearded seals. This function is thought to be at least partially anomalous, since the acoustic properties of the rib should not be sufficient to create such noises. beluga whale skull a large (approx. 30 m) tree grows on an island (presumably SCP-7820), surrounded by a village of shelters resembling igloos and yurts The same symbol that first appeared on the meteor is repeated here, above the tree. maritimus femur maritimus sitting astride a large tree branch, picking spherical fruit and pruning dead twigs The bone has a fully healed oblique fracture. walrus ivory statue 28 cm tall a maritimus with a long, braided beard, wearing armor and a heavy cloak decorated with images of sea creatures Possible depiction of SCP-6597. maritimus mandible maritimus playing with seal pups Two of the remaining teeth have been drilled into as some form of dental surgery. beluga whale skull an immense tree (assuming the same scale as before, ~150 m) grows atop SCP-7820, surrounded by a small city of large hemispherical buildings The same symbol is repeated here, on the tree's trunk. cross-section of narwhal tusk one side depicts the night sky, as it is thought to have appeared ~40,000 years ago. The hollow center of the tusk has been incorporated into the design and apparently represents the star Vega, which was the pole star at that time. The other side seems to be a crude map of the Arctic, where the hole represents the geographic north pole. On the map side, the approximate location of SCP-7820 is marked with the same symbol that appears on representations of the tree. 5 small walrus ivory carvings Three pieces are 28 mm statuettes of maritimus: one wearing a bear skin and brandishing a spiked bone club, one dressed in a heavy cloak and wielding a two-handed spear, and one wearing ornate ceremonial garb, holding what appears to be the meteorite staff or a similar object. The fourth piece is a stylized skeleton carrying a walking stick (see above). The fifth is a dodecahedron with a different symbol engraved on each side. These objects were found in very close proximity; it is possible that they were all game pieces. skull of infant maritimus complex fractal pattern resembling a snowflake Bones show signs of malnutrition. beluga whale skull Another depiction of the city and the massive tree. The tree is now an estimated 300 meters tall, but it is leafless and has several broken branches. The city, which occupies SCP-7820's entire surface, consists of tall, cylindrical towers, many of which have wholly or partially collapsed. The usual symbol is still present on the tree, but it is now inverted. narwhal scapula a cloaked maritimus carrying a staff points at a comet in the night sky The comet bears the same symbol that the living tree did. 10-meter great horned whale tusk A carving of the aurora borealis follows the spiral of the tusk from one end to the other. Thousands of maritimus walk atop the aurora like a bridge. On the flat end at the base of the tusk, a geographically accurate image of Earth as seen from above the approximate location of SCP-7820 is carved. The tip has been removed from the other end of the tusk, creating a flat surface on which an image of the comet is carved. The maritimus procession is led by four figures with staves. A fifth such figure is standing at the bottom of the aurora bridge, watching the others depart but not following. complete skeleton of an elderly maritimus none These are the only undecorated maritimus bones to be recovered. They were found directly adjacent to the meteorite staff. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7820" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7820. Licensed under CC-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: scimshawSkeleton Name: Walking Skeleton LACMA M.91.250.119 Author: Fæ License: Public Domain Source Link: https://openverse.org/image/4bf39068-70ba-41bf-a0ba-29ba8f7ae7f3?q=ivory%20skeleton |
SCP-7821 | esoteric-class | If you’re not gambling with your life, can you really say you’ve earned it? Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Feeling Good by Michael Bublé Item#: 7821 Level4 -numen Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Under Project Card Shark, relationships with Tartarean-owned casinos are to be properly maintained via POI-7821 acting as a mediator. MTF Mu-0 ("Maxwell's Demons") is to be constantly stationed at Site-666 and readied for deployment in case of necessary retrieval of Codename: Ace King. The necessary amount of funds is to be deposited into POI-7821's account to prevent any further escalation. Description: SCP-7821 designates the current decline of funding at Site-666, which has caused heavy internal damage to the site and limits its ability to handle Tartarean matters. Due to this, it has been given the classification Gevurah.1 If it continues, SCP-7821 could lead to total site failure within 2 months. Due to this, a possible TTK-Class Tartarean-Intrusion Scenario2 could form within the upcoming months as the site will not have the proper resources to prevent and/or counter one. SCP-7821’s origin appears to be a sudden streak of misfortune that has been affecting Director Randall House for multiple weeks, seemingly starting on Friday, January 13th. The origin of this is unknown, but it has cost the site hundreds of thousands of dollars, soon to reach into the millions. Director House’s gambling is the main source of income for the site and has not produced any notable incidents in the past. Addendum 7821.1: Deliberation Site-666, Las Vegas. [Agent Calendar and Director House are in House's office, with House looking out of his office window, and Agent Calendar sitting behind him.] Calendar: This seems bad. House: [sigh] Yeah, I know. Calendar: Do you have a plan? House: …do you wanna know why all of Mu-0 are Irish? Calendar: Because we can slip holy water into their whiskey? Because of their stupid little hats? Because when they ask for a pay raise, you can't understand what they're saying? House: No. Actually, a little of that last one yes, but the main reason is luck. The luck of the Irish. We need as much luck as we can get here. We need enough four-leaf clovers to make a leprechaun have an aneurysm. Enough lucky charms to start our own cereal brand. Enough rabbit's foots to make the game commission come after us. Calendar: Rabbit's feet. House: Yeah yeah, whatever. Now, back on track. How long do we have before the site is out of money? Calendar: [shuffles through papers] Uuuuh, the site will be completely devoid of money in approximately three weeks. House: We can cut back on salaries and make that two months. That should buy us some time to fix this mess before shit hits the fan. Calendar: Alright then. So, do you have any ideas on how we can fix this? House: None. We can't beg for more funding from other sites, and no one here can gamble like me. Did I ever tell you how I predicted the Super Bowl in ‘05? I bet over one million dollars on that game and nearly had that tripled by the end of the day. Just my luck, huh? Calendar: Why don't you just do that again? House: Do what? Calendar: Get someone else to gamble the money we have. House: Did you not hear me? No one else gambles like I do. Calendar: They don't have to gamble like you do. They can gamble better than you do; they can guarantee a win before they even sit down at the table. House: I'd say you're full of shit. However, what you're saying does intrigue me, so whatcha got in mind? [Agent Calendar smirks, picking up a bottle of bourbon sitting on the desk. She ignores the glasses, taking a drink directly from the bottle before leaning in closer.] Calendar: It's more like a who. [END LOG] Under the Las Vegas Accords, Site-666 successfully transferred SCP-181 from the Foundation site that held it. See below for further details: [Agent Calendar is seen driving in the middle of the desert, her eyes locked onto the road. Her phone, sitting on the passenger seat, whirs to life. Agent Calendar picks up the phone, and answers it.] Calendar: Calendar. House: You got him? Calendar: Yeah, I got him. We'll be at the site in about an hour, so get ready. House: How's he holding up? [Banging can be heard coming from the trunk of the car. Quiet weeping is audible.] Calendar: Eh, not great. To be fair, no one ever really is used to this kind of experience. He's doing great for a newbie, though. House: Heh, I've heard that before, if you know what I mean. [Agent Calendar sighs.] House: It's a necessary evil. Besides, we're merely getting him used to the feeling. Calendar: Yeah, that's true. How's the site holding up? House: Not good. Lights went out about an hour ago, TRE detectors are offline, and we can't find the goddamn breaker. Calendar: Then get someone from maintenance to fix it. They'll know where it is. House: Already tried. They're still mad about the pay cuts, so they're no help. Calendar: I was gone for two days. House: This idea of yours better fucking work, Calendar. We're betting everything we got on it. We can barely even fire up the Unit3 at this point. Calendar: It will. I'm not worried. House: Do you think he's the reason for the power outage? Calendar: Doubt it. His powers are strong, but not that strong. House: Alright, well get here as soon as you can. Calendar: Roger. [Agent Calendar hangs up the phone and places it back onto the passenger seat. She sighs, looking into the rear-view mirror at the trunk. The weeping emanating from within has not stopped.] [END LOG] Upon SCP-181's arrival at Site-666, he was immediately taken to one of the spare interrogation rooms, where he was subsequently debriefed. See below for further details: Addendum 7821.2: Orientation and Debriefing [The room is dark, only partially illuminated by the sparse number of lit candles scattered around. SCP-181 is seen tied to a chair, his face obscured by a bag covering his head. Soon, Agent Calendar and Randall House enter the room holding a manilla envelope. House sits at the table directly opposite SCP-181, with Agent Calendar approaching SCP-181, and ripping the bag off his face.] House: Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. SCP-181: [sobbing] W-where am I?! House: Get a lid on it, pal. We're not going to hurt you. SCP-181: A-are you with the Gaming Commission? Listen, I told you that I didn't cheat in those games, I was just- [House begins to laugh, and despite her best efforts, even Calendar can't help but chuckle.] Calendar: We're not with the Commission, little man. [Upon Calendar speaking, SCP-181 turns to face her, his eyes widening in horror.] SCP-181: Aaaah, demon! Calendar: Rude. [SCP-181 begins to hyperventilate, his heart rate rising drastically. House takes notice, and attempts to calm him down.] House: Hey, hey, take a deep breath. Don’t worry, she doesn't bite. Most of the time. Usually. Point is, she won’t hurt you, and neither will I. Calendar: Look, just — relax. [Agent Calendar pulls out a switchblade and cuts the ropes that bound SCP-181 to his chair. He sniffles and begins to rub his wrists in discomfort. His breathing slowly returns to normal.] House: Allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Randall House, and I am the Site Director here. That wonderful eight-foot-tall tank behind you is my right hand, Agent Calendar. [Agent Calendar moves so SCP-181 can see her, and gives a small wave.] House: We’re here to give you an offer you shouldn’t refuse. SCP-181: [adjusts glasses] T-then what was with the whole bag thing? And the candles? I thought you guys were, like, trying to scare me or something. Calendar: The bag was just the easiest way of getting you into the car. You kept yelling for help. It was very annoying. As for the candles, they're leftover ritual candles we had lying around. The power’s out here, so we needed to light up the place somehow. SCP-181: Site-666? House: We'll get to that in a second. Now, let's go over your illustrious past, shall we? [House pulls out a series of files from the manilla envelope and begins to read aloud.] House: Gregory O’Callaghan. Born in 1984 into a family of three. One mom, one dad, and a singular older sister. Lost your entire family at the age of 7 in a car accident, with you miraculously surviving with minimal injuries. Foundation sources believe that this was the first sign of your powers. SCP-181: …can we please skip this part… House: Ah, yeah. Sorry. [clears throat] At the age of 13, you had already bankrupted a small-time casino in Atlantic City, which you then left after being chased out. By 16, you had moved to Illinois, using your abilities to pay for a condo in the city before having a run-in with law enforcement. Evidence showed that they were being paid off by one of the owners of a nearby casino. Eye witness reports say the officer drew his gun but had a heart attack before he could shoot. You promptly left, and from then on, you bounced from state to state until you landed in Nevada. Once you landed in Nevada, your luck streak immediately caught the attention of the Nevada Gaming Commission. What you didn’t know at the time was that they’re not human, and get really fucking pissed when someone screws with their money. Soon, they went after you, and relied on the public to identify you with these. [House pulls out a piece of paper from the envelope, with SCP-181’s face drawn onto it.] Police sketch of SCP-181 while he was being hunted by the Nevada Gaming Commission. House: There was not a single TV station in all of Nevada that didn't show this drawing of you. It’s better than the drawings of me I’ve seen put out there. Frankly, I’m impressed. You were almost as big as Elvis then, and you got your little nickname. I think it suits you, no? Calendar: “Lucky”. Fitting. House: Your luck did eventually run out though, and the Commission caught you. You were serving a life sentence before the Foundation got its hands on you. You were quietly placed into an Armed Reliquary Containment Area, where your powers were noticed after several lucky survivals. You were studied, and the true extent of your powers was revealed: You get good luck by taking it around you, leaving nothing but bad luck. So, to make sure your powers didn’t nuke a site or cause a breach, you were kept in a random Bio-Research Area that didn’t have an on-site warhead or any Keter-class anomalies. Considered for Alpha-9, but denied due to safety concerns. Chucked into a padded cell, you were utterly alone, with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. Does that sound about right? SCP-181: Why are you telling me all this? House: Because kid, we need you. And right now, unless you want to go back to your dingy little cell, you need us. Stick with us, and you’ll never need to worry about the Gaming Commission ever again. [SCP-181 does not say anything, slightly shifting in his seat.] Calendar: I can see you’re a little apprehensive. We’ll give you some time to think it over. Oh, and here. [Calendar grabs the envelope, and pulls out a large, stapled pile of paper.] SCP-181: What is that? Calendar: Your orientation. You're lucky we had a transcript of it lying around. You would normally watch it on the screen at one of the site's terminals, but [waves hands] power's out. House: We'll give you some time to read it over, and make your decision. [Agent Calendar and House rise, and head for the door. As they're about to leave, House turns around and faces SCP-181.] House: Hey, Gregory? SCP-181: Yeah? House: Do what you think is right. [House and Calendar leave, and for the next 23 minutes, SCP-181 reads the paper. Once finished, he takes off his glasses, puts a hand on his head, and takes a deep breath. He then stands up, puts his glasses back on, and heads for the door. Outside, House and Calendar are waiting for him.] Calendar: Got an answer, little man? SCP-181: …I'm in. [House immediately grins, before patting SCP-181's back.] House: Welcome to the family, kid. [END LOG] Addendum 7821.3: Acquisition of Funding Once SCP-181 officially joined the site, Agent Calendar immediately informed him of Project Card Shark, a project in which SCP-181, under the new codename Ace King, would use his anomalous abilities in order to gamble money for the site and subsequently neutralize SCP-7821. However, House insisted upon a meeting with POI-7821 beforehand. POI-7821, also known as ₦emonø, is the owner of a multitude of casinos in Vegas. ₦emonø is an Avarice-class Tartarean entity per the Thorner System4 and has had run-ins with the Foundation before. House proposed the idea to make POI-7821 give the site money in order to repurpose said money into Project Card Shark. See below for further details: [Agent Calendar, House, and SCP-181 are walking together down a poorly lit alleyway. All three of them are dressed in tuxedos and are wearing dress shoes.] House: Alright, we're getting close. SCP-181: So who is this guy? Calendar: A pain in my ass. A bad idea. House: Listen, we need some starting capital in order to get the project off the ground. This guy is our only chance at getting some dough. [House turns to face towards SCP-181, who adjusts his glasses.] House: ₦emonø is a demon who owns some of the casinos here in Vegas. Truth be told, he doesn't like me, like at all, but we need to do this. SCP-181: Alright then. [There is approximately two minutes of silence before SCP-181 breaks the silence.] SCP-181: So, does the Foundation have any celebrities in containment? [House and Calendar chuckle.] SCP-181: What? I'm just trying to break the silence. House: Alright, I'll play along. Uh, do celebrity lookalikes count? SCP-181: Nope. Gotta be legit. House: Well, we have David Schwimmer. SCP-181: The Schwimm?! No way! Calendar: You know about David Schwimmer? SCP-181: Of course! Friends was one of the only TV shows they’d show me back at my old site. Of course, I had to be more than 15 feet away from the TV for fear of it catching on fire. House: Hey, are you two chatterboxes done, or do you wanna do this? We're here. House: [faces SCP-181] Ok, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but do not say a fucking word. Let us handle this, and if he asks you any questions, you either nod or shake your head. SCP-181: Wow, is he that bad? House: First impressions really fucking matter for this kind of stuff, so if you even say the slightest thing he is offended by, everything will go to shit. He also has the ego of a fucking Republican politician, and named the place after himself. SCP-181: Oh, ok. Calendar: You two go ahead. I'll head inside in a minute. Just need to grab something real quick. House: Alright, let's do this. [House and SCP-181 enter the building, where the smell of booze and cigar smoke waft over them like a cloud. They immediately spot ₦emonø sitting at the far back with his two bodyguards stationed next to him. A large glass of wine is sitting on the table. He gestures them closer, and they approach him, with Calendar arriving shortly after. She meets them all at the table.] ₦emonø's Tavern. ₦emonø: Well well well, what do we have here? [₦emonø is a tall, chubby Tartarean entity who speaks with a heavy Italian accent. He wears a three-piece suit and a fancy gold watch. He smokes a cigar, revealing a large gold tooth in his mouth.] House: Hey, hey! ₦emonø, my friend! How've you been? ₦emonø: Cut the formalities, House. Whatcha want? Calendar: We're asking for a favor, ₦emonø. You scratch our back, we scratch yours. [Agent Calendar goes outside and quickly returns with a large IV stand.] ₦emonø: Oh yeah, now we're talking. [₦emonø immediately inserts the IV into his arm, presses a button, and lies back in his seat. The brightly colored fluid in the tube can be seen traveling down the tubes before entering ₦emonø's arm. He immediately lets out a large sigh, and takes a puff of his cigar.] ₦emonø: Oooh yeah, that's the good stuff. Calendar: Pure sin. It's good, isn't it? Plenty of it where that came from, big boy. House: All you need to do is work with us. [₦emonø points towards SCP-181, and takes a puff of his cigar. The subsequent plume of smoke flies directly into SCP-181's face, who coughs and recoils in disgust.] ₦emonø: Who's the kid? House: He's the man who's going to make us a hell of a lot of money. [Silence fills the room as House waits for ₦emonø to react. ₦emonø immediately begins to laugh, with House clenching his fists in anger. ₦emonø’s laugh quickly turns into hacking and wheezing, and he clears his throat before continuing.] ₦emonø: [chuckling] Is this some of kind of joke? Oh wait, let me guess: A liar, a bitch, and a rando walk into a tavern- House: Don't call them that. ₦emonø: Excuse you? House: I said don't call them that. ₦emonø: Oh ho ho, look who put on his big boy pants! SCP-181: House, I- House: Can it. I know what I'm doing. [House reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a quarter. He immediately flips it, catches it in his hand, and slams it down onto the table. He looks ₦emonø in the eyes as he speaks.] House: Call it. I win, you help us. You win, you get my soul. Calendar: Boss… ₦emonø: You really wanna do this? House: Absolutely. ₦emonø: Hope you like brimstone, because that's all you're gonna see for eternity. Endless, agonizing pain awaits y- House: Cut the crap. You're stalling. Now, are you going to keep on yapping, or are you going to fucking call it?! [The room is filled with a loud, nearly deafening silence.] ₦emonø: …tails. [House lifts his hand, revealing the coin to be heads up. Upon seeing this, ₦emonø immediately begins to laugh.] ₦emonø: Oh, well played! You got balls, I'll give you that. You fellas got yourself a deal! House: Thank you very much. We'll talk soon. [House immediately turns away, but ₦emonø grabs his wrist and speaks.] ₦emonø: Don't let me down, House. [₦emonø lets go of House's wrist, and House immediately heads for the door, with Agent Calendar and SCP-181 following. As soon as they're out of earshot, SCP-181 immediately begins to speak.] SCP-181: That was really risky. House: The chances of me losing were near zero, it was a risk I was willing to take. Calendar: But not zero. You could've blown it. House: Listen, here's a piece of advice: You have to take risks in order to succeed. Put some skin in the game, you hear? SCP-181: Yeah, I get it. Calendar: Let's get back on track. We have the funds to start, but ₦emonø's a real bastard. He'll give us the bare minimum buy-in. So, that means that we need to start the project soon or we’ll have nothing. House: We're going to start tomorrow night, got it? SCP-181: Got it. House: Good. Now, let's all get some rest. We're gonna need it. [The group begin to walk back the way they came, the full moon in the sky illuminating the area.] [END LOG] With the necessary funds being obtained from POI-7821, Project Card Shark was given the final green light. The first operation would be a casino along the Las Vegas Strip, with winnings from the casino immediately plugged directly into the site. See below for further details: Addendum 7821.4: Execution of Project Card Shark Recommended Reading Music [♬] - The Villian I Appear to Be by Connor Spiotto [House and SCP-181 are seen back at Site-666, the building still lit up by a myriad of candles. Agent Calendar is noticeably missing.] SCP-181: I- I don't think I can do this… [SCP-181 is visibly nervous, with their hands slightly shaking.] House: You'll do awesome out there, kid. Everything will be nice and kino. Goddamnit, where's Calendar? Calendar: [distant] Here. [Calendar approaches the two, a small object held tightly within her hand.] Calendar: Had to grab the package. [Calendar brings up her hand, revealing the object to be a small case. Opening it, Calendar displays a pair of glasses.] SCP-181: They’re… glasses? Calendar: Put them on. There’s… something attached to the rims. House: A camera, Calendar. Calendar: Yeah, whatever. It lets me see whatever you see. Had a couple of the basement scientists whip it up. They said it 'matches your prescription'. SCP-181: Oh sick! [SCP-181 takes off his glasses, puts them in his pocket, and immediately puts on the new pair.] House: Where the hell’d you get the resources for this? Calendar: Gave them the day off and sent them to have a good time. Didn't cost us a penny. House: And you didn’t think to run this by me at all? Calendar: Easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission. House: Attagirl. Right, let’s get this show on the road. Van’s outside, and we’re not getting any poorer. [The group makes their way outside, with a large white van waiting for them. House and Calendar immediately enter the back of the van, with SCP-181 following them, still visibly anxious. Once all members are inside, they shut the door, and the van drives off into the night.] House: Alright, so this is how it’s going to work: You’re going to go in there, gamble a fuck-ton, get us some money, and get out. Don’t stay longer than you have to, don’t cause trouble, and most importantly, have some fun! I'm kidding, the most important part is to make a fuck-ton of money. Calendar: Here, put this on. I'll be with you the whole time, little guy. You’ll do just fine. [Calendar hands SCP-181 a small earbud, which he places in his ear.] [UNIDENTIFIED]: T-minus 5 minutes to the place, folks. Is he ready? House: Besides the fact that he looks like he’s about to shit himself, yeah, he’s ready. [UNIDENTIFIED]: Welp, might as well make acquaintances with him. [The man turns to face SCP-181, his hands still tightly gripped onto the steering wheel.] [UNIDENTIFIED]: The name’s Clark Adams, but you can call me Clark. So, you’re the tychekinetic that everyone’s been talking about. House: I will pay you $5 if you can tell me what tychekinetic is. Adams: Pshh, of course I know what it means. House: Then say it. [Silence fills the van, with all eyes trained onto Agent Adams.] Adams: …okay fine, I don’t know… House: A tychekinetic is an entity with the ability to manipulate probability and luck, whether it be voluntarily or involuntarily. Moron. SCP-181: [sheepishly] Yep, that’s…that’s me. Adams: Welp, I’m sure you’ll do great out there. SCP-181: Hey, shouldn’t you keep your eyes on the road? Adams: Relax kid, I know this place like the back of my hand, hell even better than that. [Agent Adams turns back to face the road, immediately having to stop short to avoid a collision with the car in front of him. He immediately honks his horn and curses the other driver.] Calendar: Damnit, give me the wheel if you're going to drive like that. Adams: Hey, that’s not on me! That asshole up there stopped short. [The van begins to drive again, this time with Agent Adams more intently focused on the road ahead.] [Eventually, the van slowly comes to a halt, with Agent Adams stepping outside and opening the back door.] Adams: It’s showtime. You ready? SCP-181: I…yeah, yeah I’m ready. House: That’s the spirit! Now get in there and make us some dough. SCP-181: Alright, here goes nothing! Interior of the casino. [SCP-181 heads towards the building, and goes inside. Inside, the atmosphere can only be described as one of pure excitement. People can be seen sitting at slot machines, while others are sitting at the tables. SCP-181 immediately heads towards one of the tables and converts the money into chips. Once doing so, he begins to look for a table.] House: [beep] Is this thing on? Hello? Ace King, do you read? SCP-181: [whispering] I hear you, House. House: What was that? SCP-181: [whispering] I said I hear you! House: Sorry, couldn’t quite make that out. [SCP-181 sighs, and begrudgingly speaks.] SCP-181: I hear you, Snake Eyes. House: There we go. See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Codenames can be fun! SCP-181: [sarcastically] Uh huh. House: Wait, hang on. Are you pushing your finger against the earpiece? SCP-181: Yeah, how else do I respond? House: Listen, this isn't some spy movie, you idiot. The device will pick you up no matter what, so don't press on it. God, that thing probably has so much earwax on it now. It's probably more crusty than Clark's sock. Adams: [muffled] I heard that! House: [to Adams] I made sure you did! Notice I said only one sock? SCP-181: Hey, can we focus? House: Yeah, yeah. Alright, first step: Grab a drink. The more you drink, the more people think you're a sucker. Head to the bar, and treat yourself to something. Oh, and from now on, don't talk. People generally don't trust someone who talks to someone nobody can see. [SCP-181 navigates his way through the crowd, eventually finding his way at the bar. He approaches it, and takes a seat.] Bartender: What can I getcha? SCP-181: Uh, I'll just have a club soda, thanks. Bartender: Hmph. [The bartender walks off, with SCP-181 taking off his glasses and wiping it with his shirt.] House: A club soda? Really? You’re not in rehab, kid. Put some hair on your chest. SCP-181: [calling towards bartender] Actually, I'll have a Grasshopper instead! House: Well, it's a start. [The bartender soon returns with a Grasshopper, its mint green color highlighted by a chocolate garnish. SCP-181 takes a sip and takes a deep breath. Once finished, he gets up, and heads towards a nearby roulette table.] Croupier5: Alright, place your bets. House: Let's have fun with the guy. Start out small, and then gradually go bigger. SCP-181: I'll bet $100 on all-black. [The croupier places the ball into the roulette table and spins it. Slowly, as the wheel lands to a stop, the ball lands on a black square.] Croupier: Hey, lucky you. Your payout is $100. House: Okay, now let's have some fun with the mook. SCP-181: I'll put $200 now on… actually, why don't I let you have some fun? Pick a number. Croupier: Sir, I must say that is very ill-advised. SCP-181: I like those odds. Now, pick a number. Croupier: I'm afraid my bosses wouldn't allow me to even if I wished to, sir. SCP-181: Do it, and I tip you $100. C'mon, lighten up! Croupier: Alright, if you say so. [The croupier places the chips on 16 and spins the wheel. The ball slowly rolls to a halt on number 16, to the shock of the croupier.] Croupier: I…uh, wow! Tonight really must be your night, sir! SCP-181: Yeah, no kidding. [For the next two hours, SCP-181 continues to bet extravagantly at the table, each time winning. There is a notable tone shift in SCP-181's speaking, becoming more bold with each turn.] House: Alright, now, let's keep going. Three of the least likely numbers are 3, 13, and 34. I have no doubt that the croupier knows this, so why not place some chips on those squares? I bet you by the end of the night, that guy'll be slackjawed. SCP-181: I'll place all my chips on number 13. Croupier: I…are you sure? SCP-181: What, don't trust my judgment? House: Less yapping, more placing. SCP-181: [clears throat] Yeah, I'm sure. [The croupier, now with shaking hands, places the ball into the table, the three large piles of chips on the numbers 3, 13, and 34 visible. The dealer spins the table and watches as the ball lands on 13. The dealer, eyes wide, seems to reach down underneath the table.] House: You see him reaching underneath the table? That means he just pressed a silent alarm, meaning a little team will be heading over to you now. It also means the nearest pit boss will be making a beeline towards you. You have maybe 30 seconds to scram before you'll be at the center of the world's sweatiest dogpile. Leave that table, cash out, and head towards the nearest exit. The van'll be ready to pick you up. SCP-181: Copy that. Croupier: You talking to me? [SCP-181 does not acknowledge the croupier, and immediately grabs their chips. He tips the slack-jawed croupier and immediately cashes out his chips. Once he receives the money, SCP-181 tucks the money into his suit pocket and exits the building. Shouting can be heard behind him, rapidly approaching him.] House: Time to scram. Security's on your ass. [SCP-181 looks around, and immediately responds with panic.] SCP-181: The van's not here! Where the fuck are you?! House: Just enjoying the show. Now, be a doll and face the front door. I got a hunch I know what's about to happen. SCP-181: What?! Are you fucking insane? House: Shut up and do it. [SCP-181 faces the front door of the casino, where 3 security guards can be seen running out. They lock eyes with SCP-181 and begin to rapidly approach him. As they get closer, one of them trips, causing the other two to fall over them. As this happens, the van begins to pull up.] House: Alright, show’s over. Hop on in. SCP-181: Best advice you've said all day. [SCP-181 hops into the van, which immediately speeds away from the scene. Inside, House can be seen laughing.] House: Fuckin' A! God damn, that was excellent. Did you see the way those fuckers fell? Dropped like a sack of potatoes! Calendar: [taking earpiece out from SCP-181's ear] Nice work out there. That money should fund us for a few days, which definitely is a start. [House grabs a nearby laptop, and powers it on. He immediately begins typing on it and smiles.] House: [looking at laptop] Well, looks like your powers also knocked out the security cameras you were near.6 This means we can come back in a couple of days and they'll have no way to identify you. Hell, even if they do, how're they going to stop you? So, how are you feeling? SCP-181: I feel… great! That was exhilarating! I haven't felt that alive in years! House: Good to hear, since you're doing it again tomorrow. New casino, new game, new idiots to rob blind. Trust me, it’s all smooth sailing from here. [END LOG] Starting Amount: $5,000 Ending Amount: Roughly $23,000 Afterword: The first operation of Project Card Shark is seen as a success. With the success of Project Card Shark's first operation, the continuation of the project was deemed a high priority for the neutralization of SCP-7821 and the overall functionality of the site. The following is an abridged list of operations under Project Card Shark: Field Operation Target Location Starting Amount Ending Amount Status #2 Mandalay Bay $20,000 $31,716 SUCCESS #3 The Bellagio $28,000 $53,855 SUCCESS #4 Caesars Palace $53,500 $86,977 SUCCESS [26 LOGS HAVE BEEN OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Field Operation Target Location Starting Amount Ending Amount Status #31 Treasure Island $477,000 $721,289 SUCCESS #32 The Mirage $720,000 $1,002,523 SUCCESS [FURTHER LOGS CAN BE PROVIDED UPON REQUEST BY YOUR SITE DIRECTOR.] WARNING! The following information is restricted to LEVEL 6 Clearance. Any attempt to view the information below without proper clearance will be met with immediate termination. Proceed at your own risk. DEPLOYING MEMETIC KILL AGENT LIFE SIGNS VERIFIED. YOU MAY PROCEED. Addendum 7821.5: Incident Log Field Operation: #43 Target Location: Lady Luck Casino Local Time: 8:32 PM Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Luck Be A Lady by Frank Sinatra [SCP-181, House, and Agent Calendar are seen inside the van, with Agent Calendar driving. Its interior is illuminated by the numerous monitors showing security footage of the casino.] SCP-181: Ok, so what's the plan again? Calendar: Same as usual, but this time the boss is coming with you. He might make some money. Or more likely, he'll act like enough of a flashy idiot to get the eyes off you. Order your drinks separately, go to different tables, make us some money. House: It'll be fun! With you and me playing, the casino's in for a real deuce-y. Get it? Because it sounds like dooz- yeah you fuckin' get it. SCP-181: Alright, double trouble. Sounds interesting. Adams: Look alive! We have arrived, people! [The van slowly comes to a halt, with SCP-181 pressing the side of his glasses, causing some of the monitors in the van to begin to show his perspective. House and SCP-181 exit the van, and close the door behind them.] SCP-181: Oh, and House? House: Yeah? SCP-181: Can we stop with the codenames? House: In your dreams pal. SCP-181: Welp, worth a shot. [House and SCP-181 enter the casino, immediately eyeing the tables, and heading towards the bar. Once getting there, they sit down, and wave over the bartender.] Bartender: Alright, what can I get you? House: Just give me a dirty martini with a shot of olive juice. Bartender: On it. [The bartender walks off, and soon returns with the drink, which House takes. Once taking a sip, House begins to speak to SCP-181.] House: Alright, I already see where I'm going. You see that yokel wearing the ten-gallon hat? SCP-181: Yeah, I got eyes on him. House: That guy is easy money personified. His shoes are untied, meaning he's sloppy. Shirt collar is messed up, and he's got a stain on his pants, meaning he's been drinking way too much. He shook someone's hand with his left hand, yet grabbed a drink with his right. He's sloppy, uncoordinated, and not thinking straight, so if you need me, I'll be bleeding that country bumpkin dry. [House gets up from the table and follows the man towards one of the tables, martini in hand. After a moment of waiting, SCP-181 turns back to the bartender.] SCP-181: [to bartender] I'll get a Vesper Martini, shaken not stirred. [UNIDENTIFIED]: It's on me. [SCP-181 turns to his right, where a tall woman with dark hair and even darker eyes meets his gaze. Her lips are glossed with bright red lipstick, and her neck is garnished with a glistening diamond necklace. He smiles, and begins to start a conversation.] SCP-181: That's very kind of you, ma'am. [UNIDENTIFIED]: Oh, it was nothing. SCP-181: What's your name? [UNIDENTIFIED]: Pantelina Tyche, but you can just call me Pantelina. And you? SCP-181: O'Callaghan. Gregory O'Callaghan. POI-777: So, what brings you and your friend to Vegas? SCP-181: Oh, the usual. Lights, action, money. POI-777: Well, it looks like your friend over there isn't doing so hot. House: [distant] THIS GAME IS RIGGED! POI-777: Hmph. Tough luck. SCP-181: Yeah, guess so. Calendar: [over comm] You need to leave. Now. SCP-181: [clears throat] Excuse me for a moment. [SCP-181 stands up, and walks a few feet away from the bar. He then begins to mumble to Calendar, confusion present in his voice.] SCP-181: Are you kidding? I haven't even started yet! Calendar: It's not you, it's her. She- [Agent Calendar is cut off as high-pitched static begins to play over the comm, the audio becoming heavily distorted.] SCP-181: Hello? Calendar, do you read? Calendar: [over comm] <inaudible> -kinetic. She's dan- <inaudible> SCP-181: Come in, damnit! POI-777: Something wrong? [SCP-181 jumps in surprise, turning around to see Pantelina standing behind him. He attempts to play it off.] SCP-181: No, everything's fine. POI-777: Good. [Pantelina walks back to the bar, takes a sip of her drink, and begins to smirk.] POI-777: It's a shame though that the Foundation hasn't learned its lesson yet. Though, they never were the best at learning from past mistakes. SCP-181: [stuttering] I…how…? POI-777: Oh, come now. You really thought you were the only tychekinetic in the world? I invented the concept, sweetie. It’s in the name. The Foundation even gave me a number, just like you. SCP-181: You're like me… POI-777: Oh, but I'm far better. Observe. [POI-777 turns to face a nearby waitress, who immediately trips and falls to the floor. POI-777 then turns her attention to a nearby table, where a crowd cheers as a man wins a large sum of money. SCP-181 stands slackjawed, unable to form words.] POI-777: Oh, and by the way, your powers didn't knock out your little earpiece. Mine did. Didn't want to ruin the moment so soon. SCP-181: How did you know I was with the Foundation? POI-777: Lucky guess? [POI-777 chuckles, before taking a sip of her drink, and continuing.] POI-777: No, not quite. I know lots of things, Gregory. I know who you are, I know who the Foundation is, and I know your little friend over there who seems to be enjoying my little parting gift to the Foundation. [At the table, House can be seen visibly upset, him throwing down his cards onto the table in anger.] POI-777: I also know you went to ₦emonø. He's old, you know. At least a couple of centuries. Older than you, and almost as old as me. Almost. SCP-181: Y-you caused SCP-7821? POI-777: Is that what they're calling it nowadays? Well, I can't be surprised. If the Foundation can't control it, they slap a number onto it. SCP-181: What do you want? POI-777: Oh Gregory, always straight to the point. I like that. If you must know, I merely just came to chat, send my regards to the Overseers, and remind them of their place. Of course, it doesn't have to stop there. SCP-181: What? POI-777: Let's play a little game, you and me. No comms, no help, no nothing. Just you, me, and our little gifts. I promise you the reward is one you would find quite generous. I'll even throw in the permanent removal of, what did you call it again, SCP-7821? [House looks back at SCP-181, immediately spotting POI-777 next to him. She gives him a smile, and he immediately bolts out of his chair and heads towards the two. While running towards the pair, two members of security tackle him to the ground.] SCP-181: House! POI-777: [sarcastically] Oops, looks like your little friend there got caught counting cards. What a pity. Guess tonight just wasn't his night. House: Get away from her! You don’t know what you’re dealing with, kid! POI-777: Aw, no hello? Manners, Randall. Tsk tsk tsk. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're trying to have a conversation. House: You b- [House is cut off as he is forcefully taken outside of the casino, albeit with some resistance on his part, to the delight of POI-777.] POI-777: Good riddance. Frankly, he’s too chatty for my taste. Let’s see if those guys can knock some sense into him. Now, where were we? SCP-181: We’re done here. [SCP-181 begins to walk away from the bar, with POI-777 calling out to him.] POI-777: Aw, do the adults say playtime is over? Quite a shame, and here I thought you had no one left to look up to. Guess you had to find the next best thing, hm? A horrible choice, really. [SCP-181 stops walking, but still doesn’t turn around.] SCP-181: What did you just say? POI-777: Oof, deep cut, wasn't it? I said you have nowhere else to go. You're like a puppy who craves love and attention, a puppet willingly tying his own strings. The Foundation uses you, and they used me, too, only I was able to break free. I’d offer that freedom to you, but I know you’d decline. Now, go on, leave with your tail between your legs. [SCP-181 turns around, his teeth gritted in anger. He walks up to POI-777, and coldly states.] SCP-181: Oh, I ain't running. POI-777: Then what are we waiting for? After all, the night is still young. [POI-777 finishes her drink, and walks away from the bar, with SCP-181 following behind. They stop at a professional poker table, with only three other players sitting at it. They both sit down on opposite sides of the table and begin to play. Soon, the remaining three other players leave, with what once used to be their money now shared between SCP-181 and POI-777. They continue to play, the ante growing ever larger as the night goes on. A crowd has now formed around them, watching in anticipation with each round played.] POI-777: I must say, I'm impressed. Didn't think you'd last this long. [POI-777 chuckles, and continues.] POI-777: I bet ol' Randall would've made a joke out of that. That's the thing with him, isn't it? A silver-tongued devil with a dirty mind, with an ego the size of Nevada to boot. He thinks he can control every little aspect of things, that the world revolves around him. SCP-181: A little ego here and there isn't the worst thing to have, now is it? POI-777: No, it is not. There are much worse things to experience. You're living proof of that, Gregory… Dealer: Excuse me, madam. What is your choice of game? POI-777: Texas Hold 'Em. I want to get this over with. Besides, I have more important games to attend to tonight. [The dealer begins to place the deck into the card shuffler, the machine whirring to life as the cards begin to mix amongst one another. Once done, the dealer begins to deal the cards.] SCP-181: [sarcastically] Aw, seeing someone else? I thought we had something special. [Both players look at their cards, with SCP-181 seeing he has an Eight of Spades and Ten of Clubs. Each player checks. The dealer buries a card, and the flop is then shown, with the cards being a Jack, Queen, and Ace of Spades.] POI-777: Haha, very funny. Your file certainly didn't list your sense of humor. SCP-181: You've read my file? POI-777: Read? Honey, I know it from cover to cover. A little runaway orphan taken in by the Foundation and thrown into solitary, always being eyed by people who only cared about their own selfish wellbeing. Such a heart-wrenching sob story. But it's not that simple, is it? SCP-181: I don't know what you're talking about… [This time, while SCP-181 checks, POI-777 adds a stack of chips to the ante, which SCP-181 calls. The dealer buries a card and shows the turn, which is a Nine of Spades.] POI-777: Oh, but you do. I can see it in your eyes, hell your soul. That one day when you looked at someone, and just for a moment, they weren't scared of you. There was no malice, no hatred, no fear. Just for a single moment, you felt normal…It didn't last though, and the next day, it was the same fearful look again. You never forgot that one day though, did you? SCP-181: … POI-777: That moment, that one small moment where you were happy. That was God, Gregory. Or the next best alternative when it comes to power: Me. Oh yes, the Council was interested in you back when I was an Overseer. In their greedy eyes, they wanted to use your powers to benefit themselves. Typical Foundation behavior. I, on the other hand, wasn’t for it, and in a not-so-shocking turn of events, I voted against it. So, every time you sat alone in that padded cell, wishing for some chance of freedom or comfort, every moment you craved for things to change, know that I did that. [SCP-181's nostrils begin to flare, his face teeming with rage. SCP-181 checks once more, but this time, POI-777 does not immediately respond.] POI-777: …All in. [POI-777 pushes her remaining chips into the pot, the dealer saying it is approximately ten million dollars. Nearby, another man at a table slams his fists against the table in anger, the dealer taking away their chips.] SCP-181: You're bluffing. POI-777: Are you really willing to risk it all on that? [SCP-181 calls her, pushing his chips into the pot, which comes to a grand total of roughly twenty million dollars.] POI-777: Daring today, aren’t we? [The dealer buries a card and shows the final card, which is an Eight of Spades. SCP-181 and POI-777 look at the card. They both smile.] [SCP-181 shows his cards, revealing his Eight of Spades and Ten of Clubs. He pushes up his glasses, and begins to chuckle.] Dealer: A straight for the gentleman. And you, madam? [POI-777 flips over her cards, revealing a Ten and King of Spades. SCP-181's smile fades.] Dealer: A royal flush for the lady! Ms. Tyche's hand is the highest. [POI-777 thanks the dealer, who begins to count her chips, and places them into a large chip rack.] SCP-181: That’s…how…? POI-777: Oh Gregory, you still don't get it, do you? I'm not just a tychekinetic, I'm a god. You never had a chance to begin with, although it was entertaining to see you try. You think fast on your feet, I'll give you that. Let's see how literal that is… SCP-181: What? POI-777: I called the Gaming Commission as soon as you showed up. They'll be here in about 10 seconds. Αντιο σας!7 [SCP-181 continues to sit there in awe, watching as POI-777 grabs all her winnings. She looks directly at him, smiles, and points behind him. Turning around, SCP-181 sees two large Tartarean entities both donning a suit and fedora chatting to a floorman. The subsequent review of the footage8 revealed they were Ira-class Tartarean entities. Ira-class is associated with Wrath — confident, choleric, passionate, equate violence with both positive and negative emotions; always looking for a fight. The floorman then gestures in SCP-181's direction, causing SCP-181's heart rate to rapidly accelerate.] [Without hesitation, SCP-181 immediately begins running towards the exit, the two Tartarean entities chasing after him, pushing people aside as they run towards him.] Entity #1: Hey, get back here! [SCP-181 runs past a table, accidentally knocking over a rack of chips, which causes a large crowd to form trying to collect the fallen chips. The two Tartarean entities, still hot on SCP-181's trail, don't notice the crowd on the floor and subsequently trip over them. SCP-181 continues to run, and heads outside.] [SCP-181 immediately runs towards the right of the casino, heading into a dark alleyway. There, he hides behind a dumpster, watching as the two entities exit the casino, and begin to look around for him.] Entity #1: Goddamnit, where'd he go?! Entity #2: He couldn't have gotten far. C'mon, let's keep looking. [The two entities walk away, with SCP-181 slowing down his breathing, before looking at his surroundings. He notices a figure lying face down on the ground in the alley, their body heavily bruised, and their suit torn. Walking forward, SCP-181 can now see that the man is none other than Randall House.] SCP-181: Oh shit! House, are you okay? House: [slurred] Do I fuckin' LOOK okay to you?! [House attempts to pick himself up, but to no avail. SCP-181 grabs him and helps him to his feet, finally able to look at his face. House's face is heavily bruised, with his lip bloody, and now donning a black eye.] SCP-181: We need to go! The Commission knows I'm here! The van should be nearby, let's go. House: [slurred] Just… give me a second… [House goes limp, and faceplants on the floor. SCP-181 sighs, and again pulls him to his feet, attempting to help House walk. Once they make it out of the alleyway, they begin to walk along the Strip, still searching for the van.] House: C'mon, where the fuck is it?! SCP-181: There! [SCP-181 points towards the van, which is seen rapidly driving towards them. Agent Adams can be seen in the driver's seat, the windshield riddled with bullet holes. As House and SCP-181 run towards the van, they look to see if they're being followed, just catching the two Tartarean entities spotting them. House and SCP-181 now are moving as fast as they can toward the van, the two Tartarean entities in hot pursuit. Finally, the van screeches to a halt by the two, where they open the backdoor, and race inside. As soon as they enter, the van speeds off.] Calendar: I've been trying to get in touch for half an hour, pick up your damn earpieces! What the hell happened? SCP-181: I'll explain on the way! Where have you guys been? Adams: Not 5 minutes after you fucking left, we got rained down on by gunfire, and had to bail. What the fuck did you do?! SCP-181: Ok, so… I may have lost some money to a luck god. House: ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! [SCP-181 begins to explain what happened, but is cut off by Agent Adams.] Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Lust for Life by Iggy Pop Adams: Hey! We got company! [Behind them, a black SUV begins to follow them, the two Tartarean entities seen in the front seats. The SUV rolls down one of its front windows, with one of the entities shooting at them with a Tommy Gun. The van immediately becomes riddled with bullet holes.] Adams: We can lose them Downtown! [The van takes a sudden sharp turn, causing everyone inside to lose their balance. Behind them, the SUV still continues to chase them, firing a barrage of bullets at the van.] Calendar: Heads down. I got it. [SCP-181 and House both lower their heads as Calendar pulls out a pistol from her suit. She cocks it, before speaking.] Calendar: Boss, cover— [Calendar turns to look at House, who is still heavily bruised and barely lucid. She sighs, and turns to face SCP-181, handing him the gun.] Calendar: Great. You're up, little guy. Cover me. Point, brace, pull. [Calendar then pulls out a large shotgun, quickly cocking it, and checks the sight. Once ready, she aims it forward.] SCP-181: You just carry that around with you?! Calendar: Obviously. Now, on my mark. 1…2… SCP-181: I-are you sure you want me to- Calendar: Go! [In an instant, Calendar kicks open the backdoor and begins firing her shotgun at the car, with SCP-181 providing cover fire. Calendar fires her shotgun, shattering the windshield. The two Tartarean entities continue to fire, each bullet ripping through the van, with one bullet whizzing by SCP-181 and striking Agent Adams in the shoulder.] Adams: Fuck! Calendar: Alright, enough fucking around. [Calendar leaps from the van onto the hood of the SUV, firing her shotgun into one of the Tartarean entities driving the car, causing it to fly off the road and crash in a large fireball. Slowly, House starts to gain lucidity.] SCP-181: Calendar! House: …she's fine… SCP-181: What? House: She's a Wrath demoness, and a kickass one at that. She eats stuff like that for breakfast. Watch. [SCP-181 looks back at the flaming wreck, watching Calendar slowly walk out of the flames, with one of the Tartarean entity's bloody heads in her hand. House smiles.] House: Attagirl. [The van continues to drive, eventually stopping at the site. Agent Calendar is already there waiting for them. Slowly, Adams gets out of the car, his hand pushed against his shoulder to try and stop the bleeding.] Calendar: How you holding up there, Adams? Adams: [wincing in pain] 'Tis but a flesh wound. Calendar: There's some whiskey inside you can use to clean the wound, and we'll get you some bandaids. Adams: Righto. [Agent Adams heads inside, his shirt still covered in his own blood. He can still be seen gritting his teeth in pain.] House: [sarcastically] And I'm good too, thanks for asking. [faces SCP-181] You? SCP-181: Yeah, yeah I'm good. House: Great, now I can do this. [House immediately punches SCP-181 in the face, causing him to fall to the ground. He looks up to see House, whose eyes are filled with rage.] House: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? Did you not hear us when we said to, oh I don't know, LEAVE?! Adams getting shot, me getting my ass handed to me, that was your fault! Now we're out of money again, and everything’s gone tits up. You're gone, you hear me?! Gone! Pack your shit, because you're gone in the morning. [House walks inside, with Calendar waiting behind, watching as House enters the site and goes out of view. She turns to face SCP-181, and helps him get to his feet.] Calendar: You fucked up, little man. Plain and simple. SCP-181: I…yeah, I did. Calendar: Boss'll cool down in an hour or two. Wait around, talk to him. See if you can make him change his mind. [Calendar begins to walk towards the site, but stops as SCP-181 calls out to her.] SCP-181: Do you think he will? Calendar: [shrugs] Don't know. But you don't exactly have a lot of options, do you? [Agent Calendar heads inside, and after a moment, SCP-181 enters the site.] [END LOG] Ending Amount: -$15,000,000 Afterword: Efforts are to be put underway to handle the Veil-breaking events described. This operation is deemed a FAILURE. Addendum 7821.6: Reconvening at Site-666 Location: Randall House's Office, Site-666 Local Time: 11:26 PM [Randall House can be seen sitting in his chair, talking on the phone with someone, an ice bag pressed against his right eye. Soon, SCP-181 enters, visibly nervous.] House: -yes and for the last time, I'm canceling the transfer of it down here. We have enough problems here as is, the last thing we need is some schmuck scared of using the toilet. [House looks up and sees SCP-181, who gives a small wave.] House: Hang on, I'll call you back. [House hangs up the phone, and takes a deep sigh. He then lowers his head, and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.] House: Was wondering when you were going to show up. SCP-181: House, I am truly sorry for what happened. I…I just got caught up in the moment and she- [SCP-181 is cut off as House motions for him to stop, as he begins to speak.] House: I know. I watched the footage, saw what she said to you. She got in your head, plain and simple. Wound you up like a toy soldier, and let you loose. I get it, truly I do. SCP-181: S-so you're not transfering me back? House: Not quite. [House pulls open a drawer on his desk and pulls out a stack of papers. He then walks towards SCP-181, and hands him the papers, who immediately begins reading them.] SCP-181: Are these… House: Transfer papers to Site-169. It's a recreational facility for anomalies, with little to no action. You'll live the rest of your days in boring, uneventful comfort. After everything you've been through, you don't deserve to be put in some random Bio-Research Area. You're a good kid. You don't deserve that. SCP-181: I…House, you must be joking. House: I'm not. There’ll be a transport vehicle to take you in the morning. SCP-181: You can't! I just got used to it here, I care about people here. You can't just take that away from me! House: I'm sorry, Gregory. That's the way it has to be. [Tears begin to slowly form in SCP-181's eyes as he quickly runs out of the room, with House calling out after him. After a moment of running, he makes it to his quarters, where he goes inside and locks the door. Once doing so, he backs away from the door, as more tears form in his eyes. In a fit of rage, he begins to trash his room, knocking over objects and pieces of furniture. He grabs a nearby glass paperweight and throws it at his bathroom mirror, shattering it. SCP-181 slowly crumples into a ball and continues to cry.] [After a moment, SCP-181 lifts his head up, staring at his reflection in the broken shards of the mirror. Suddenly, his eyes widen with realization, and just for a split second, a smile forms on his face. SCP-181 lifts up his glasses, wipes his tears, and exits his room.] [SCP-181 makes his way toward one of the site terminals, turns it on, and inputs a USB stick. After several minutes of frivolous typing and scrolling, he smiles.] SCP-181: Jackpot. [He begins reading a file, his smile growing wider with each passing minute. Once finished, he pulls out the USB stick and backs away from the site terminal, which appears to suffer a short circuit and shuts off.9] [He begins to walk towards the exit, avoiding any nearby security personnel, before leaving the site entirely.] [END LOG] Addendum 7821.7: Confrontation of POI-782110 Location: Near ₦emonø’s Tavern Local Time: 11:41 PM [SCP-181 can be seen walking through a dark alleyway, the path before him illuminated by the moonlight. After a short while of walking, he can see the lights of a nearby building slowly come into view. Upon getting closer, the words "₦emonø's Tavern" illuminated in red neon lights. Slowly, SCP-181 enters, immediately spotting POI-7821 sitting at the back table eating a plate of spaghetti and meatballs, his two bodyguards standing nearby. Slowly, he approaches ₦emonø.] ₦emonø: Huh, the fuck you want? SCP-181: We need to talk, ₦emonø. ₦emonø: [burp] You think you can just come barging in here like you own the place? Take a look at the sign kid, I own the joint, not you. Now, I suggest you leave before I have these two fine gentlemen make you. [₦emonø snaps his fingers, causing the two bodygaurds to lift up their jackets, revealing their firearms. Slowly, the two Tartarean entities approach SCP-181, gesturing him to leave. In mere seconds, SCP-181 punches one of the entities to the floor and grabs his firearm. Before the other can react, he is pistol-whipped by SCP-181.] [The remaining entity gets to his feet and attempts to swing at SCP-181, but he dodges it, knocking over some of the tables. SCP-181 grabs a nearby wine bottle, and hits the bodyguard on the head, knocking him to the ground. The Tartarean entity grabs the fallen entity's gun and begins to fire at SCP-181, who ducks and hides behind the now-fallen table, dropping his gun in the process.] [After a moment, the Tartarean entity approaches the table, only to be met with SCP-181 stabbing it in the eye with a silver fork. The bodyguard screams in pain and begins to walk back, but slips on the blood now pooling on the floor. As he falls, his head makes contact with the corner of the table, and his body lands on the ground with a hard thud. After a moment, blood can be seen exiting the back of his head and pooling around him, his body lying motionless. SCP-181 then turns to face ₦emonø.] SCP-181: Y'know, Pantelina told me about you. Said you were old, real old. But I wonder, with all that age, did you ever watch any of the classics? [₦emonø takes a swing at SCP-181, but SCP-181 ducks, grabbing ₦emonø by the arm, and throwing him onto the floor. SCP-181 continues to speak.] SCP-181: The good stuff, you know? The Spaghetti Westerns, Die Hard, those types of flicks. And they had such memorable quotes, too. So, why don't I remind you of one of 'em: Ever seen Dirty Harry? [₦emonø quickly grabs one of the guard's guns, and points at SCP-181's face, who does not react. Instead, SCP-181 leans closer so the barrel is now directly against his head.] ₦emonø: You got a death wish, pal?! SCP-181: I count six shots. But hey, maybe I miscounted. Let me tell you this though: If you pull that trigger, and my brains aren't decorating the walls, I will grab you by the horns and bash your skull in. ₦emonø: … SCP-181: Maybe there is a bullet left, and maybe I'm wrong, but are you willing to bet that it doesn't jam? [chuckle] I mean, I am pretty lucky when it comes to this kind of stuff. I don't know about you, though. ₦emonø: … SCP-181: So, do you feel lucky…punk? [With shaky hands, ₦emonø slowly lowers his gun, as SCP-181 smirks. He grabs ₦emonø's gun, and throws it aside. He looks ₦emonø dead in the eye, and begins to speak.] SCP-181: Like I said, I'm just here to talk. Now, I am going to ask you a question, and I don't like repeating myself. All you have to do is answer it, and I'll be on my way. Are we clear? ₦emonø: …yeah, we're clear… SCP-181: Good to hear. Now, where is she? ₦emonø: W-what? SCP-181: You heard me. Where is Pantelina Tyche? I know you know where, so save us both some trouble and say it. ₦emonø: You're…you're fucking crazy. [SCP-181 frowns, and punches ₦emonø in the face, causing him to wince in pain. A gap is now seen in his teeth, with his bloody gold tooth lying on the floor beside him.] ₦emonø: Alright alright, I'll talk! She's at the Wynn. SCP-181: Why tonight? ₦emonø: At midnight, it's no longer in Vegas. It's in Undervegas. It'll be like that until 3 o'clock, when it'll revert back here. SCP-181: Why? ₦emonø: It's one of the biggest games of the century, millions of smackeroones in the pot. It has an audience from all the Estates, hell I heard a Pit Boss may attend. Listen, that's all I know, swear! SCP-181: Thanks for the scoop. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? ₦emonø: Go fuck yourself. SCP-181: Listen, for being such a good sport, I'll give you a portion of the winnings. Say, two million. Any objections? ₦emonø: … SCP-181: I thought so. Good day. [SCP-181 adjusts his suit collar, and begins to walk towards the exit. Just before doing so, he grabs the gun he took from ₦emonø. He points it upwards, and pulls the trigger, causing a bullet to fly out of it and into the dark oak ceiling. He then presses the trigger again, with no bullet flying out, and he places the gun down on one of the nearby tables. He looks back at ₦emonø, winks, and continues towards the exit of the building.] ₦emonø: You…you piece of shit! You no good, four-eyed, smug son of a bitch! [SCP-181 exits the building, and heads towards the Wynn, with ₦emonø still heard yelling obscenities at him from the tavern as SCP-181 walks into the night.] [END LOG] Addendum 7821.8: Confrontation of POI-777 Location: Wynn Hotel Local Time: 11:57 PM [SCP-181 can be seen standing in front of the Wynn, the area illuminated by the neon light-show of the building’s exterior. He begins to speak, seemingly towards the camera, his words filling the silence of the night.] SCP-181: If I don't make it out of here, or something else happens, just… [SCP-181 sighs, and continues to speak.] SCP-181: House, Calendar, hell Adams, if you guys hear this, thank you all for everything. You guys…you guys are like family to me. Thanks for giving me a chance. SCP-181: Welp, that’s about it. See you on the other side… [With a deep breath, SCP-181 enters the Wynn, the bright lights inside momentarily blinding him.] [SCP-181 passes through the lobby, and begins to meander around the casino floor. He looks around and spots a large crowd of Tartarean entities of varying shapes and sizes at the High Rollers Club. Upon going through the door, he sees there is a large poker table, and several Tartarean entities can be seen sitting at the table playing cards. Most importantly, POI-777 can be seen playing alongside them.] [With a heavy stride, SCP-181 makes his way closer and closer to the table, his presence catching the eye of several audience members. As he gets close to the table, the entities playing at the table make note of his presence, including POI-777. She laughs, and speaks to him.] POI-777: My, you're persistent. Let me guess, the Foundation has its goons surrounding the place as we speak. SCP-181: It's just me, Pantelina. I wanna finish what we started, or better yet, what you did. POI-777: Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm in the middle of something. I'm afraid you'll have to sit this one out. SCP-181: Oh, but I beg to differ. [SCP-181 pushes past the crowd, and stands directly in front of the table. He reaches into his suit pocket, and pulls out a USB stick.] SCP-181: There's over fifteen million dollars on this drive, and only I know the encryption key. I think I'll join you, unless anyone objects of course. I win, you remove the curse on House, and never rear your head here again. You win, you get the money. POI-777: An enticing offer, but I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. SCP-181: Then let’s put some skin in the game: You win, you get the money, and you also get my soul. That enticing enough for you? POI-777: Oooh, I like this look on you. Though, how do we know you're not bluffing us, and that drive has no money on it? SCP-181: You don't. By all means, take the safe route, kick me out. However, on the off chance I'm telling the truth, do you really wanna miss out on all that money? [POI-777 appears to think for a moment, before continuing.] POI-777: Alright, I'm game. A fun way to spice up the night. Now, shall we?11 [A large Tartarean entity donning a suit appears and places down a chair. They walk off, and return a minute later with a large stack of chips.] [SCP-181 approaches, and takes a seat, the other Tartarean entities at the table glaring at him. He looks at his watch, the time reading 11:59. POI-777 merely laughs, and takes a sip of her drink.] POI-777: You still have the chance to leave, you know. SCP-181: After the day I've had, no fucking way. [SCP-181's watch reads 12:00, and a loud distorted church bell is heard ringing 12 times. Suddenly, the ground shakes violently for a moment, as the feed suffers heavy distortions, before eventually settling.] SCP-181: [cough] God, the air reeks of brimstone. Welp, too late to turn back now. [For the next hour and a half, SCP-181 continues to gamble, with the Tartarean entities around him suffering several unlucky hands as the buy-ins grow larger and larger. Inevitably, the only two that remain are SCP-181 and POI-777.] [As the dealer moves the chips in the pot towards the center of the table, they begin to shuffle the cards, POI-777 and SCP-181 watching intently.] Play it cool, Gregory. You can do this. Just breathe, that's it. Just ignore the giant crowd of demons watching you, or the fact that the entire site depends on you. Yeah, no pressure. Ok, just bide your time… God, that smirk on her face. It's like she already thinks she's won. God hoping, she's wrong. Wait for the right moment, and then send it. You are not fucking this up, not today. Alright, now or never. Here goes nothing… "So, you dating anybody?" "Heh, if that's your way of flirting, then you really have some work to do. Thanks, but no thanks." "Oh don't worry, I'm not interested. Merely just starting some friendly conversation, that's all." "Well, if you must know, no, I'm not seeing anyone." "Oh, but you did though…" "What?" "You had background info on me, so I thought I'd return the favor. While I wasn't able to look at your file, above my clearance and all, I thought I'd still see what else I could find. Took me a bit of digging, but I did find it." "…" The Flop. "And so I read it. Every. Single. Bit. I can recite it from memory at this point. You really did him dirty, you know that, right? Hell, the part that shocked me most was that you were blonde. Trust me, you don't have the looks for it." "Watch your tone, boy. You know not of the power you're mess-" "Oh please, spare me the whole "mere mortal" routine, would you? You said the same bullshit to him, and you're saying the same to me." The Turn. "You're pathetic. You claim you're some almighty god, and as soon as you get some love in your life, you freak out and run away. Hell, you didn’t even give him your real name. What kind of god is scared of a little commitment?" "Shut up!" "You're nothing. Nothing. You've lost in love, and now you'll lose in cards. How does it feel to be the world's biggest loser?" "Shut the fuck up!" "You have no chance of winning, you hear? You're fucked." "Oh yeah? We'll see about that." And then he felt it. For just a brief moment, his green eyes sparkled. He couldn't even try to hide his smirk. Aaaaaaaaah, that's the stuff. So much concentrated luck, it's amazing. It's like it's in my veins, I can feel it like it's a part of me. God, I can almost sense it around me, or I guess around her. It’s like…like a cloud that encompasses her. That won’t be for long. Ok, deep breaths, that's it. Let yourself naturally pull it closer, yes. You got her now, and she doesn't even know it. He's an idiot. So headstrong and egotistical that he can't even see he was doomed from the start. God that smirk, I wanna punch him right in the face. I wonder where I should go next. The Luxor is definitely off-limits. Maybe the Golden Nugget? Nah, too little action. I need somewhere with a ton of tourists. Flamingo? Meh, too cheesy. Hmmm, the Mirage could be fun. Definitely not the Bellagio in terms of flair, but hey, it could be worse. The River. In just one moment, they both thought the same thing. Jackpot. [The dealer now steps back after placing the final card, waiting for POI-777 to make her move. POI-777 chuckles, and simply speaks.] POI-777: All in. [POI-777 aggressively pushes her chips into the table, the large piles of chips toppling over and falling onto the table.] POI-777: Seem familiar to you? SCP-181: Yeah, it is. POI-777: So why don't you do yourself a courtesy, and fold? We both know you have nothing. SCP-181: [sigh] Sorry, but I ain't done just yet. I call. [SCP-181 pushes his chips into the center, the pot now of monumental proportions. The crowd begins to cheer, as POI-777 flips over her cards, revealing a Four and a Ten.] Dealer: Two pair, fours and tens for Ms. Pantelina. POI-777: Looks like your luck's run out, Gregory. SCP-181: [sarcastically] Is that a fact? [SCP-181 flips over his cards, revealing a Five and a Ten. POI-777’s eyes widen in horror.] Dealer: Two pair, fives and tens. The gentleman is the winner! [Loud boos and sounds of disapproval emanate from the crowd, as the dealer begins to organize SCP-181's chips. However, he is interrupted, as POI-777 throws her drink in rage, the glass shattering onto the floor.] POI-777: What?! Κάθαρμα παιδί! Αλαζονικό παράσιτο!12 SCP-181: Aww, don't be a sore loser! Now, we had a deal, so honor it. Remove the curse on House, and leave Las Vegas for good. [POI-777, her face red with rage and emotion, takes a deep breath. The color slowly returns to her face, and she begins to form a smile.] POI-777: Well played… A deal's a deal. [POI-777 takes a deep breath, exhales, and closes her eyes. Despite there being no strong air current, a strong breeze passes over the area, POI-777's hair fluttering in the wind. After a moment, it dies down, and POI-777 opens her eyes.] POI-777: It is done. [POI-777 turns, and begins to walk away. However, she stops, and turns back to face SCP-181.] POI-777: Hark my words, Gregory. We shall meet again. SCP-181: I know, and when you do, we’ll be ready. [POI-777 nods, and walks away. Suddenly, the lights flicker, and a loud distorted church bell is heard ringing three times as the ground shakes once more. The feed undergoes heavy distortions, and when the feed returns, SCP-181 can be heard sighing in relief.] [SCP-181 adjusts his glasses, grabs his chips, and heads towards the exit, every single pair of eyes all on him. As he approaches the door, a large Tartarean entity is seen blocking the way. Upon a closer look, it is one of the entities that was previously playing cards at the table. Its face is filled with rage as it speaks in a low, booming voice.] Tartarean Entity: You took my money from me. Not yours, mine. The only way you're getting out of here alive is in a bodybag, you hear me? SCP-181: … Tartarean Entity: [sarcastically] What's the matter, you scared?! [The entity begins to laugh, with the crowd joining in. Soon, the entire room is filled with the sound of laughter, as the entity takes a step closer towards SCP-181.] SCP-181: No, I was merely just waiting for backup. Tartarean Entity: What are you talking a- [The entity is cut off as banging is heard coming from one of the locked entrances, causing SCP-181 to look towards the door and smile.] [After a moment, a large explosion envelopes the entrance, with it being reduced to nothing but rubble and debris.13 As the dust settles, several members of MTF Mu-0 are seen, with Calendar leading them. The large Tartarean entity lunges at SCP-181, but is stopped as the MTF members quickly subdue it.] Unknown MTF Agent: Alright ya bastards, prepare for a world o’ pain. Get ‘em, lads! [The remaining members of the MTF quickly begin to disperse the crowd, with vials of holy water seen being thrown at the Tartarean entities, as the MTF agents are heard repeatedly hurling obscenities at them. SCP-181 is then approached by Agent Calendar.] Calendar: Shit. You okay, kid? SCP-181: Yeah, yeah I'm good. Calendar: Good. There's a transport vehicle out front. Report back to the site, and I'll meet you there. SCP-181: Alright, thanks. Calendar: Oh, and next time you decide to go rogue… [Calendar leans down, coming nose to nose with SCP-181.] Calendar: I will rip out your spine and strangle you to death with it. Got it? SCP-181: Roger that. [Calendar rises back to her full height, ruffling SCP-181's hair. SCP-181 exits the Wynn and enters the transport vehicle, which immediately speeds off back towards the site. Inside, a tall lady with red hair tied back is seen using her phone.] SCP-181: Uh, hi? [The woman does not look up, still using her phone.] [SCP-181 sighs deeply and sits down on the floor. Later, the vehicle slowly pulls up to Site-666, with SCP-181 exiting and heading inside. Inside, House and Calendar are already seen waiting for him.] SCP-181: Hey… Calendar: Welcome back. Hope Alice didn't give you any trouble. House: Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Let’s cut to the chase: You stole money from the site, ran off, beat up a centuries-old demon, entered Undervegas, beat a literal god at cards, and had to be rescued by an entire MTF. SCP-181: Well, that's not entirely accurate. House: Excuse me? [SCP-181 reaches into his pants pocket, and pulls out the USB stick. He tosses it to House, who catches it.] SCP-181: Keep it. The only thing on it is a playlist of Frank Sinatra songs and a recipe for spaghetti alfredo anyway. House: Impressive bluff. Now, question of the fucking hour here: how did you beat her? SCP-181: It’s quite simple really: I realized how she beat me. She stole the luck from people around her, basically cutting me off, so I made it so she gave herself so much luck I could feed off of it. Pretty clever, eh? House: … Wow. That's… hm. I'm genuinely speechless here. Help me out here, Calendar. Calendar: You could've told us what you were up to. We could've helped. SCP-181: Hey, better to ask for forgiveness than for permission, right? [Calendar smiles.] [House rolls up his sleeve, and looks at his watch.] House: Fuck it, we’ll talk about this later. Right now, I need to arrange the deposit of money in ₦emonø‘s account before every single Pit Boss decides to retaliate for what happened tonight. Calendar: I heard some of the other staff are holding a party for us not being penniless anymore. Word gets around fast. They must be excited to actually be getting paid now. SCP-181: Sounds fun, I’ll meet you all there then. [SCP-181 walks off deeper into the site, with House and Calendar watching him go.] Calendar: Son of a bitch. That's my line. [House smiles, and chuckles to himself.] House: Atta' kid. [END LOG] Addendum 7821.9: Celebration [A large number of people can be seen inside one of Site-666's vacant meeting rooms, the room adorned with balloons and other decorations. The room is lit with several string lights, with the fireplace illuminating part of the room with a dull glow. A large quantity of food and alcohol can be seen being served on one of the tables, with Alice Sterling seen attempting to eat a burrito.] [She fails, and spills it all over herself and the floor, with her sighing. Clark Adams approaches, and after a moment of laughing, hands her a napkin. He is seen wearing a large cast on his arm, which is partially wrapped in bandages.] Sterling: So, how's the shoulder holding up? Adams: The doc said that I'll make a full recovery, plus I got to be high off my ass on morphine for a while while they stitched it up, so everything's pretty good all things considered. [SCP-181 approaches the pair, adjusting his glasses as he walks over. Soon he begins to speak, with Alice still wiping what once was her burrito off of her shirt.] SCP-181: Hey, Adams? Adams: [turns to face SCP-181] Hmm? SCP-181: Just wanted to say I'm sorry for the whole, well, you getting shot thing. Adams: Hey, water under the bridge. Now c'mon, you gotta try these tacos. SCP-181: [chuckle] Sounds delightful. [Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, with not a single soul there appearing remotely sober. SCP-181 can be seen amongst them, chatting with some of the employees. He visibly seems to be enjoying himself. Soon, Randall House enters alongside Agent Calendar, causing everyone to immediately go silent. He approaches SCP-181, who begins to speak to House, everyone in the room watching intensely.] SCP-181: House…[sigh] Let's just get this over with. House: You went behind our backs, fucked around with demons, and made them look like absolute fucking buffoons. SCP-181: … House: Good work. [House holds up the transfer paper in his hand, and with a smirk on his face, throws them into the fireplace.] House: You got moxie, kid. You'll fit right in here. [Tears can be seen in SCP-181's face as he smiles. He takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes with his sleeve, and puts his glasses back on.] SCP-181: Now that's something to drink to. House: Couldn't agree more. [House grabs an unopened bottle of champagne and stands on top of the table. He begins to make a toast, the other party members grab empty glasses.] House: A toast! To Gregory, the newest member of the Site-666 family. All: Hear, hear! House: And to us! For going through Hell and back, and always coming out on top. Do you all know why? The reason we always win? [The room immediately fills with the sound of a collective groan.] House: Yeah, you know. Now, let's drink! [House pops the champagne bottle, causing the cork to fly off and shatter a nearby window.] SCP-181: My bad everyone… House: [sigh] Gonna have to get used to that. [SCP-181 chuckles, and walks outside. House takes note, and follows after. Behind him, Alice Sterling slips on the burrito entrails spewed across the floor, falling to the ground. Agent Adams immediately begins to laugh, but is cut off as Alice pulls him down to the floor.] [Soon, House is able to catch up with SCP-181, who is sitting outside staring off into the horizon. He approaches SCP-181, and sits down next to him.] House: Hey, everything okay? SCP-181: I just…I got a lot on my mind… House: If you need to talk, I’m here. SCP-181: [sigh] I’m going to Hell, House. I deserve it, fuck, even worse. [SCP-181 pauses for a moment, his eyes beginning to get watery. He continues.] SCP-181: I killed my parents, House. They died because of me. Because of my fucking powers! I killed them, me! [SCP-181 begins to cry, with House putting a hand on his shoulder.] SCP-181: I’m a murderer… House: Hey, that’s bullshit. You are a good person, and you couldn’t have stopped what happened. I’m not just saying that to play devil's advocate, I mean it. You are a good person, it’s just that bad things happen to good people. SCP-181: But what if you’re wrong? House: I’m never wrong. You’ll get what you deserve, same fate for us all. SCP-181: Was that your logic when you punched me in the face? House: [smirking] No, my logic was to punch you in the face because you’re an asshole. [SCP-181 chuckles, and wipes the tears from his eyes.] SCP-181: Is your eye feeling any better? House: Nope. Is your jaw? SCP-181: Nope. [House and SCP-181 smile, with House turning his head towards the horizon.] House: God, that is one hell of a view. Never gets old, does it? SCP-181: Yeah, it really doesn’t… [Both of them smile, their eyes locked onto the horizon, the neon lights of the city illuminating the sky ahead.] [END LOG] SCP-7821’s classification to NEUTRALIZED is pending. House: Say it. SCP-181: No. House: C'mon, say it! SCP-181: House, I am not saying it. House: Do it! SCP-181: [sigh] The house always wins- House: The House always wins, baby. Footnotes 1. Item endangers the inner structure of the Foundation and limits the ability of the Foundation to carry out its secondary objectives. 2. A K-Class Scenario in which one or more Tartarean dimensions (Hell, Hades, etc.) gain influence over baseline reality. 3. Referring to the Theoplanar Vacuum Unit, which fires a concentrated beam of light at sundown each night by converting TRE to Alpha radiation. 4. Per the Thorner System, Tartarean-class entities (demons) are grouped into seven distinct subtypes, each one correlating to a different deadly sin. Even within these subtypes, demon appearance and behavior can vary drastically. Avarice-class is associated with Greed — inconsistent appearance, and consistent behaviors of constantly trying to increase their wealth. Rapacious, slippery, untrustworthy. 5. The croupier is the member of staff who operates a roulette table. 6. Disinformation campaigns are to direct blame onto rouge hackers originating from DEFCON, a notorious hacking convention that annually takes place in Las Vegas. 7. Translated from Greek: Goodbye! 8. We screenshotted it and sent it to Thorner. - Agent Calendar 9. This event has been noted to most likely be a byproduct of SCP-181’s powers. 10. The following footage was recorded on SCP-181's glasses, which were worn throughout the rest of the night. It is believed that this was an intentional choice by SCP-181. 11. Nearby hume detectors indicated the local hume levels rose roughly ~20 hm at this moment before dissipating to normal. 12. Translated from Greek: Bastard child! Arrogant pest! 13. The subsequent aftermath was dealt with accordingly by MTF Alpha-45 "Janitors", with disinformation campaigns blaming the subsequent repairs on remodeling. |
SCP-7821 | keter | If you’re not gambling with your life, can you really say you’ve earned it? Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Feeling Good by Michael Bublé Item#: 7821 Level4 -numen Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Under Project Card Shark, relationships with Tartarean-owned casinos are to be properly maintained via POI-7821 acting as a mediator. MTF Mu-0 ("Maxwell's Demons") is to be constantly stationed at Site-666 and readied for deployment in case of necessary retrieval of Codename: Ace King. The necessary amount of funds is to be deposited into POI-7821's account to prevent any further escalation. Description: SCP-7821 designates the current decline of funding at Site-666, which has caused heavy internal damage to the site and limits its ability to handle Tartarean matters. Due to this, it has been given the classification Gevurah.1 If it continues, SCP-7821 could lead to total site failure within 2 months. Due to this, a possible TTK-Class Tartarean-Intrusion Scenario2 could form within the upcoming months as the site will not have the proper resources to prevent and/or counter one. SCP-7821’s origin appears to be a sudden streak of misfortune that has been affecting Director Randall House for multiple weeks, seemingly starting on Friday, January 13th. The origin of this is unknown, but it has cost the site hundreds of thousands of dollars, soon to reach into the millions. Director House’s gambling is the main source of income for the site and has not produced any notable incidents in the past. Addendum 7821.1: Deliberation Site-666, Las Vegas. [Agent Calendar and Director House are in House's office, with House looking out of his office window, and Agent Calendar sitting behind him.] Calendar: This seems bad. House: [sigh] Yeah, I know. Calendar: Do you have a plan? House: …do you wanna know why all of Mu-0 are Irish? Calendar: Because we can slip holy water into their whiskey? Because of their stupid little hats? Because when they ask for a pay raise, you can't understand what they're saying? House: No. Actually, a little of that last one yes, but the main reason is luck. The luck of the Irish. We need as much luck as we can get here. We need enough four-leaf clovers to make a leprechaun have an aneurysm. Enough lucky charms to start our own cereal brand. Enough rabbit's foots to make the game commission come after us. Calendar: Rabbit's feet. House: Yeah yeah, whatever. Now, back on track. How long do we have before the site is out of money? Calendar: [shuffles through papers] Uuuuh, the site will be completely devoid of money in approximately three weeks. House: We can cut back on salaries and make that two months. That should buy us some time to fix this mess before shit hits the fan. Calendar: Alright then. So, do you have any ideas on how we can fix this? House: None. We can't beg for more funding from other sites, and no one here can gamble like me. Did I ever tell you how I predicted the Super Bowl in ‘05? I bet over one million dollars on that game and nearly had that tripled by the end of the day. Just my luck, huh? Calendar: Why don't you just do that again? House: Do what? Calendar: Get someone else to gamble the money we have. House: Did you not hear me? No one else gambles like I do. Calendar: They don't have to gamble like you do. They can gamble better than you do; they can guarantee a win before they even sit down at the table. House: I'd say you're full of shit. However, what you're saying does intrigue me, so whatcha got in mind? [Agent Calendar smirks, picking up a bottle of bourbon sitting on the desk. She ignores the glasses, taking a drink directly from the bottle before leaning in closer.] Calendar: It's more like a who. [END LOG] Under the Las Vegas Accords, Site-666 successfully transferred SCP-181 from the Foundation site that held it. See below for further details: [Agent Calendar is seen driving in the middle of the desert, her eyes locked onto the road. Her phone, sitting on the passenger seat, whirs to life. Agent Calendar picks up the phone, and answers it.] Calendar: Calendar. House: You got him? Calendar: Yeah, I got him. We'll be at the site in about an hour, so get ready. House: How's he holding up? [Banging can be heard coming from the trunk of the car. Quiet weeping is audible.] Calendar: Eh, not great. To be fair, no one ever really is used to this kind of experience. He's doing great for a newbie, though. House: Heh, I've heard that before, if you know what I mean. [Agent Calendar sighs.] House: It's a necessary evil. Besides, we're merely getting him used to the feeling. Calendar: Yeah, that's true. How's the site holding up? House: Not good. Lights went out about an hour ago, TRE detectors are offline, and we can't find the goddamn breaker. Calendar: Then get someone from maintenance to fix it. They'll know where it is. House: Already tried. They're still mad about the pay cuts, so they're no help. Calendar: I was gone for two days. House: This idea of yours better fucking work, Calendar. We're betting everything we got on it. We can barely even fire up the Unit3 at this point. Calendar: It will. I'm not worried. House: Do you think he's the reason for the power outage? Calendar: Doubt it. His powers are strong, but not that strong. House: Alright, well get here as soon as you can. Calendar: Roger. [Agent Calendar hangs up the phone and places it back onto the passenger seat. She sighs, looking into the rear-view mirror at the trunk. The weeping emanating from within has not stopped.] [END LOG] Upon SCP-181's arrival at Site-666, he was immediately taken to one of the spare interrogation rooms, where he was subsequently debriefed. See below for further details: Addendum 7821.2: Orientation and Debriefing [The room is dark, only partially illuminated by the sparse number of lit candles scattered around. SCP-181 is seen tied to a chair, his face obscured by a bag covering his head. Soon, Agent Calendar and Randall House enter the room holding a manilla envelope. House sits at the table directly opposite SCP-181, with Agent Calendar approaching SCP-181, and ripping the bag off his face.] House: Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. SCP-181: [sobbing] W-where am I?! House: Get a lid on it, pal. We're not going to hurt you. SCP-181: A-are you with the Gaming Commission? Listen, I told you that I didn't cheat in those games, I was just- [House begins to laugh, and despite her best efforts, even Calendar can't help but chuckle.] Calendar: We're not with the Commission, little man. [Upon Calendar speaking, SCP-181 turns to face her, his eyes widening in horror.] SCP-181: Aaaah, demon! Calendar: Rude. [SCP-181 begins to hyperventilate, his heart rate rising drastically. House takes notice, and attempts to calm him down.] House: Hey, hey, take a deep breath. Don’t worry, she doesn't bite. Most of the time. Usually. Point is, she won’t hurt you, and neither will I. Calendar: Look, just — relax. [Agent Calendar pulls out a switchblade and cuts the ropes that bound SCP-181 to his chair. He sniffles and begins to rub his wrists in discomfort. His breathing slowly returns to normal.] House: Allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Randall House, and I am the Site Director here. That wonderful eight-foot-tall tank behind you is my right hand, Agent Calendar. [Agent Calendar moves so SCP-181 can see her, and gives a small wave.] House: We’re here to give you an offer you shouldn’t refuse. SCP-181: [adjusts glasses] T-then what was with the whole bag thing? And the candles? I thought you guys were, like, trying to scare me or something. Calendar: The bag was just the easiest way of getting you into the car. You kept yelling for help. It was very annoying. As for the candles, they're leftover ritual candles we had lying around. The power’s out here, so we needed to light up the place somehow. SCP-181: Site-666? House: We'll get to that in a second. Now, let's go over your illustrious past, shall we? [House pulls out a series of files from the manilla envelope and begins to read aloud.] House: Gregory O’Callaghan. Born in 1984 into a family of three. One mom, one dad, and a singular older sister. Lost your entire family at the age of 7 in a car accident, with you miraculously surviving with minimal injuries. Foundation sources believe that this was the first sign of your powers. SCP-181: …can we please skip this part… House: Ah, yeah. Sorry. [clears throat] At the age of 13, you had already bankrupted a small-time casino in Atlantic City, which you then left after being chased out. By 16, you had moved to Illinois, using your abilities to pay for a condo in the city before having a run-in with law enforcement. Evidence showed that they were being paid off by one of the owners of a nearby casino. Eye witness reports say the officer drew his gun but had a heart attack before he could shoot. You promptly left, and from then on, you bounced from state to state until you landed in Nevada. Once you landed in Nevada, your luck streak immediately caught the attention of the Nevada Gaming Commission. What you didn’t know at the time was that they’re not human, and get really fucking pissed when someone screws with their money. Soon, they went after you, and relied on the public to identify you with these. [House pulls out a piece of paper from the envelope, with SCP-181’s face drawn onto it.] Police sketch of SCP-181 while he was being hunted by the Nevada Gaming Commission. House: There was not a single TV station in all of Nevada that didn't show this drawing of you. It’s better than the drawings of me I’ve seen put out there. Frankly, I’m impressed. You were almost as big as Elvis then, and you got your little nickname. I think it suits you, no? Calendar: “Lucky”. Fitting. House: Your luck did eventually run out though, and the Commission caught you. You were serving a life sentence before the Foundation got its hands on you. You were quietly placed into an Armed Reliquary Containment Area, where your powers were noticed after several lucky survivals. You were studied, and the true extent of your powers was revealed: You get good luck by taking it around you, leaving nothing but bad luck. So, to make sure your powers didn’t nuke a site or cause a breach, you were kept in a random Bio-Research Area that didn’t have an on-site warhead or any Keter-class anomalies. Considered for Alpha-9, but denied due to safety concerns. Chucked into a padded cell, you were utterly alone, with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. Does that sound about right? SCP-181: Why are you telling me all this? House: Because kid, we need you. And right now, unless you want to go back to your dingy little cell, you need us. Stick with us, and you’ll never need to worry about the Gaming Commission ever again. [SCP-181 does not say anything, slightly shifting in his seat.] Calendar: I can see you’re a little apprehensive. We’ll give you some time to think it over. Oh, and here. [Calendar grabs the envelope, and pulls out a large, stapled pile of paper.] SCP-181: What is that? Calendar: Your orientation. You're lucky we had a transcript of it lying around. You would normally watch it on the screen at one of the site's terminals, but [waves hands] power's out. House: We'll give you some time to read it over, and make your decision. [Agent Calendar and House rise, and head for the door. As they're about to leave, House turns around and faces SCP-181.] House: Hey, Gregory? SCP-181: Yeah? House: Do what you think is right. [House and Calendar leave, and for the next 23 minutes, SCP-181 reads the paper. Once finished, he takes off his glasses, puts a hand on his head, and takes a deep breath. He then stands up, puts his glasses back on, and heads for the door. Outside, House and Calendar are waiting for him.] Calendar: Got an answer, little man? SCP-181: …I'm in. [House immediately grins, before patting SCP-181's back.] House: Welcome to the family, kid. [END LOG] Addendum 7821.3: Acquisition of Funding Once SCP-181 officially joined the site, Agent Calendar immediately informed him of Project Card Shark, a project in which SCP-181, under the new codename Ace King, would use his anomalous abilities in order to gamble money for the site and subsequently neutralize SCP-7821. However, House insisted upon a meeting with POI-7821 beforehand. POI-7821, also known as ₦emonø, is the owner of a multitude of casinos in Vegas. ₦emonø is an Avarice-class Tartarean entity per the Thorner System4 and has had run-ins with the Foundation before. House proposed the idea to make POI-7821 give the site money in order to repurpose said money into Project Card Shark. See below for further details: [Agent Calendar, House, and SCP-181 are walking together down a poorly lit alleyway. All three of them are dressed in tuxedos and are wearing dress shoes.] House: Alright, we're getting close. SCP-181: So who is this guy? Calendar: A pain in my ass. A bad idea. House: Listen, we need some starting capital in order to get the project off the ground. This guy is our only chance at getting some dough. [House turns to face towards SCP-181, who adjusts his glasses.] House: ₦emonø is a demon who owns some of the casinos here in Vegas. Truth be told, he doesn't like me, like at all, but we need to do this. SCP-181: Alright then. [There is approximately two minutes of silence before SCP-181 breaks the silence.] SCP-181: So, does the Foundation have any celebrities in containment? [House and Calendar chuckle.] SCP-181: What? I'm just trying to break the silence. House: Alright, I'll play along. Uh, do celebrity lookalikes count? SCP-181: Nope. Gotta be legit. House: Well, we have David Schwimmer. SCP-181: The Schwimm?! No way! Calendar: You know about David Schwimmer? SCP-181: Of course! Friends was one of the only TV shows they’d show me back at my old site. Of course, I had to be more than 15 feet away from the TV for fear of it catching on fire. House: Hey, are you two chatterboxes done, or do you wanna do this? We're here. House: [faces SCP-181] Ok, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but do not say a fucking word. Let us handle this, and if he asks you any questions, you either nod or shake your head. SCP-181: Wow, is he that bad? House: First impressions really fucking matter for this kind of stuff, so if you even say the slightest thing he is offended by, everything will go to shit. He also has the ego of a fucking Republican politician, and named the place after himself. SCP-181: Oh, ok. Calendar: You two go ahead. I'll head inside in a minute. Just need to grab something real quick. House: Alright, let's do this. [House and SCP-181 enter the building, where the smell of booze and cigar smoke waft over them like a cloud. They immediately spot ₦emonø sitting at the far back with his two bodyguards stationed next to him. A large glass of wine is sitting on the table. He gestures them closer, and they approach him, with Calendar arriving shortly after. She meets them all at the table.] ₦emonø's Tavern. ₦emonø: Well well well, what do we have here? [₦emonø is a tall, chubby Tartarean entity who speaks with a heavy Italian accent. He wears a three-piece suit and a fancy gold watch. He smokes a cigar, revealing a large gold tooth in his mouth.] House: Hey, hey! ₦emonø, my friend! How've you been? ₦emonø: Cut the formalities, House. Whatcha want? Calendar: We're asking for a favor, ₦emonø. You scratch our back, we scratch yours. [Agent Calendar goes outside and quickly returns with a large IV stand.] ₦emonø: Oh yeah, now we're talking. [₦emonø immediately inserts the IV into his arm, presses a button, and lies back in his seat. The brightly colored fluid in the tube can be seen traveling down the tubes before entering ₦emonø's arm. He immediately lets out a large sigh, and takes a puff of his cigar.] ₦emonø: Oooh yeah, that's the good stuff. Calendar: Pure sin. It's good, isn't it? Plenty of it where that came from, big boy. House: All you need to do is work with us. [₦emonø points towards SCP-181, and takes a puff of his cigar. The subsequent plume of smoke flies directly into SCP-181's face, who coughs and recoils in disgust.] ₦emonø: Who's the kid? House: He's the man who's going to make us a hell of a lot of money. [Silence fills the room as House waits for ₦emonø to react. ₦emonø immediately begins to laugh, with House clenching his fists in anger. ₦emonø’s laugh quickly turns into hacking and wheezing, and he clears his throat before continuing.] ₦emonø: [chuckling] Is this some of kind of joke? Oh wait, let me guess: A liar, a bitch, and a rando walk into a tavern- House: Don't call them that. ₦emonø: Excuse you? House: I said don't call them that. ₦emonø: Oh ho ho, look who put on his big boy pants! SCP-181: House, I- House: Can it. I know what I'm doing. [House reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a quarter. He immediately flips it, catches it in his hand, and slams it down onto the table. He looks ₦emonø in the eyes as he speaks.] House: Call it. I win, you help us. You win, you get my soul. Calendar: Boss… ₦emonø: You really wanna do this? House: Absolutely. ₦emonø: Hope you like brimstone, because that's all you're gonna see for eternity. Endless, agonizing pain awaits y- House: Cut the crap. You're stalling. Now, are you going to keep on yapping, or are you going to fucking call it?! [The room is filled with a loud, nearly deafening silence.] ₦emonø: …tails. [House lifts his hand, revealing the coin to be heads up. Upon seeing this, ₦emonø immediately begins to laugh.] ₦emonø: Oh, well played! You got balls, I'll give you that. You fellas got yourself a deal! House: Thank you very much. We'll talk soon. [House immediately turns away, but ₦emonø grabs his wrist and speaks.] ₦emonø: Don't let me down, House. [₦emonø lets go of House's wrist, and House immediately heads for the door, with Agent Calendar and SCP-181 following. As soon as they're out of earshot, SCP-181 immediately begins to speak.] SCP-181: That was really risky. House: The chances of me losing were near zero, it was a risk I was willing to take. Calendar: But not zero. You could've blown it. House: Listen, here's a piece of advice: You have to take risks in order to succeed. Put some skin in the game, you hear? SCP-181: Yeah, I get it. Calendar: Let's get back on track. We have the funds to start, but ₦emonø's a real bastard. He'll give us the bare minimum buy-in. So, that means that we need to start the project soon or we’ll have nothing. House: We're going to start tomorrow night, got it? SCP-181: Got it. House: Good. Now, let's all get some rest. We're gonna need it. [The group begin to walk back the way they came, the full moon in the sky illuminating the area.] [END LOG] With the necessary funds being obtained from POI-7821, Project Card Shark was given the final green light. The first operation would be a casino along the Las Vegas Strip, with winnings from the casino immediately plugged directly into the site. See below for further details: Addendum 7821.4: Execution of Project Card Shark Recommended Reading Music [♬] - The Villian I Appear to Be by Connor Spiotto [House and SCP-181 are seen back at Site-666, the building still lit up by a myriad of candles. Agent Calendar is noticeably missing.] SCP-181: I- I don't think I can do this… [SCP-181 is visibly nervous, with their hands slightly shaking.] House: You'll do awesome out there, kid. Everything will be nice and kino. Goddamnit, where's Calendar? Calendar: [distant] Here. [Calendar approaches the two, a small object held tightly within her hand.] Calendar: Had to grab the package. [Calendar brings up her hand, revealing the object to be a small case. Opening it, Calendar displays a pair of glasses.] SCP-181: They’re… glasses? Calendar: Put them on. There’s… something attached to the rims. House: A camera, Calendar. Calendar: Yeah, whatever. It lets me see whatever you see. Had a couple of the basement scientists whip it up. They said it 'matches your prescription'. SCP-181: Oh sick! [SCP-181 takes off his glasses, puts them in his pocket, and immediately puts on the new pair.] House: Where the hell’d you get the resources for this? Calendar: Gave them the day off and sent them to have a good time. Didn't cost us a penny. House: And you didn’t think to run this by me at all? Calendar: Easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission. House: Attagirl. Right, let’s get this show on the road. Van’s outside, and we’re not getting any poorer. [The group makes their way outside, with a large white van waiting for them. House and Calendar immediately enter the back of the van, with SCP-181 following them, still visibly anxious. Once all members are inside, they shut the door, and the van drives off into the night.] House: Alright, so this is how it’s going to work: You’re going to go in there, gamble a fuck-ton, get us some money, and get out. Don’t stay longer than you have to, don’t cause trouble, and most importantly, have some fun! I'm kidding, the most important part is to make a fuck-ton of money. Calendar: Here, put this on. I'll be with you the whole time, little guy. You’ll do just fine. [Calendar hands SCP-181 a small earbud, which he places in his ear.] [UNIDENTIFIED]: T-minus 5 minutes to the place, folks. Is he ready? House: Besides the fact that he looks like he’s about to shit himself, yeah, he’s ready. [UNIDENTIFIED]: Welp, might as well make acquaintances with him. [The man turns to face SCP-181, his hands still tightly gripped onto the steering wheel.] [UNIDENTIFIED]: The name’s Clark Adams, but you can call me Clark. So, you’re the tychekinetic that everyone’s been talking about. House: I will pay you $5 if you can tell me what tychekinetic is. Adams: Pshh, of course I know what it means. House: Then say it. [Silence fills the van, with all eyes trained onto Agent Adams.] Adams: …okay fine, I don’t know… House: A tychekinetic is an entity with the ability to manipulate probability and luck, whether it be voluntarily or involuntarily. Moron. SCP-181: [sheepishly] Yep, that’s…that’s me. Adams: Welp, I’m sure you’ll do great out there. SCP-181: Hey, shouldn’t you keep your eyes on the road? Adams: Relax kid, I know this place like the back of my hand, hell even better than that. [Agent Adams turns back to face the road, immediately having to stop short to avoid a collision with the car in front of him. He immediately honks his horn and curses the other driver.] Calendar: Damnit, give me the wheel if you're going to drive like that. Adams: Hey, that’s not on me! That asshole up there stopped short. [The van begins to drive again, this time with Agent Adams more intently focused on the road ahead.] [Eventually, the van slowly comes to a halt, with Agent Adams stepping outside and opening the back door.] Adams: It’s showtime. You ready? SCP-181: I…yeah, yeah I’m ready. House: That’s the spirit! Now get in there and make us some dough. SCP-181: Alright, here goes nothing! Interior of the casino. [SCP-181 heads towards the building, and goes inside. Inside, the atmosphere can only be described as one of pure excitement. People can be seen sitting at slot machines, while others are sitting at the tables. SCP-181 immediately heads towards one of the tables and converts the money into chips. Once doing so, he begins to look for a table.] House: [beep] Is this thing on? Hello? Ace King, do you read? SCP-181: [whispering] I hear you, House. House: What was that? SCP-181: [whispering] I said I hear you! House: Sorry, couldn’t quite make that out. [SCP-181 sighs, and begrudgingly speaks.] SCP-181: I hear you, Snake Eyes. House: There we go. See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Codenames can be fun! SCP-181: [sarcastically] Uh huh. House: Wait, hang on. Are you pushing your finger against the earpiece? SCP-181: Yeah, how else do I respond? House: Listen, this isn't some spy movie, you idiot. The device will pick you up no matter what, so don't press on it. God, that thing probably has so much earwax on it now. It's probably more crusty than Clark's sock. Adams: [muffled] I heard that! House: [to Adams] I made sure you did! Notice I said only one sock? SCP-181: Hey, can we focus? House: Yeah, yeah. Alright, first step: Grab a drink. The more you drink, the more people think you're a sucker. Head to the bar, and treat yourself to something. Oh, and from now on, don't talk. People generally don't trust someone who talks to someone nobody can see. [SCP-181 navigates his way through the crowd, eventually finding his way at the bar. He approaches it, and takes a seat.] Bartender: What can I getcha? SCP-181: Uh, I'll just have a club soda, thanks. Bartender: Hmph. [The bartender walks off, with SCP-181 taking off his glasses and wiping it with his shirt.] House: A club soda? Really? You’re not in rehab, kid. Put some hair on your chest. SCP-181: [calling towards bartender] Actually, I'll have a Grasshopper instead! House: Well, it's a start. [The bartender soon returns with a Grasshopper, its mint green color highlighted by a chocolate garnish. SCP-181 takes a sip and takes a deep breath. Once finished, he gets up, and heads towards a nearby roulette table.] Croupier5: Alright, place your bets. House: Let's have fun with the guy. Start out small, and then gradually go bigger. SCP-181: I'll bet $100 on all-black. [The croupier places the ball into the roulette table and spins it. Slowly, as the wheel lands to a stop, the ball lands on a black square.] Croupier: Hey, lucky you. Your payout is $100. House: Okay, now let's have some fun with the mook. SCP-181: I'll put $200 now on… actually, why don't I let you have some fun? Pick a number. Croupier: Sir, I must say that is very ill-advised. SCP-181: I like those odds. Now, pick a number. Croupier: I'm afraid my bosses wouldn't allow me to even if I wished to, sir. SCP-181: Do it, and I tip you $100. C'mon, lighten up! Croupier: Alright, if you say so. [The croupier places the chips on 16 and spins the wheel. The ball slowly rolls to a halt on number 16, to the shock of the croupier.] Croupier: I…uh, wow! Tonight really must be your night, sir! SCP-181: Yeah, no kidding. [For the next two hours, SCP-181 continues to bet extravagantly at the table, each time winning. There is a notable tone shift in SCP-181's speaking, becoming more bold with each turn.] House: Alright, now, let's keep going. Three of the least likely numbers are 3, 13, and 34. I have no doubt that the croupier knows this, so why not place some chips on those squares? I bet you by the end of the night, that guy'll be slackjawed. SCP-181: I'll place all my chips on number 13. Croupier: I…are you sure? SCP-181: What, don't trust my judgment? House: Less yapping, more placing. SCP-181: [clears throat] Yeah, I'm sure. [The croupier, now with shaking hands, places the ball into the table, the three large piles of chips on the numbers 3, 13, and 34 visible. The dealer spins the table and watches as the ball lands on 13. The dealer, eyes wide, seems to reach down underneath the table.] House: You see him reaching underneath the table? That means he just pressed a silent alarm, meaning a little team will be heading over to you now. It also means the nearest pit boss will be making a beeline towards you. You have maybe 30 seconds to scram before you'll be at the center of the world's sweatiest dogpile. Leave that table, cash out, and head towards the nearest exit. The van'll be ready to pick you up. SCP-181: Copy that. Croupier: You talking to me? [SCP-181 does not acknowledge the croupier, and immediately grabs their chips. He tips the slack-jawed croupier and immediately cashes out his chips. Once he receives the money, SCP-181 tucks the money into his suit pocket and exits the building. Shouting can be heard behind him, rapidly approaching him.] House: Time to scram. Security's on your ass. [SCP-181 looks around, and immediately responds with panic.] SCP-181: The van's not here! Where the fuck are you?! House: Just enjoying the show. Now, be a doll and face the front door. I got a hunch I know what's about to happen. SCP-181: What?! Are you fucking insane? House: Shut up and do it. [SCP-181 faces the front door of the casino, where 3 security guards can be seen running out. They lock eyes with SCP-181 and begin to rapidly approach him. As they get closer, one of them trips, causing the other two to fall over them. As this happens, the van begins to pull up.] House: Alright, show’s over. Hop on in. SCP-181: Best advice you've said all day. [SCP-181 hops into the van, which immediately speeds away from the scene. Inside, House can be seen laughing.] House: Fuckin' A! God damn, that was excellent. Did you see the way those fuckers fell? Dropped like a sack of potatoes! Calendar: [taking earpiece out from SCP-181's ear] Nice work out there. That money should fund us for a few days, which definitely is a start. [House grabs a nearby laptop, and powers it on. He immediately begins typing on it and smiles.] House: [looking at laptop] Well, looks like your powers also knocked out the security cameras you were near.6 This means we can come back in a couple of days and they'll have no way to identify you. Hell, even if they do, how're they going to stop you? So, how are you feeling? SCP-181: I feel… great! That was exhilarating! I haven't felt that alive in years! House: Good to hear, since you're doing it again tomorrow. New casino, new game, new idiots to rob blind. Trust me, it’s all smooth sailing from here. [END LOG] Starting Amount: $5,000 Ending Amount: Roughly $23,000 Afterword: The first operation of Project Card Shark is seen as a success. With the success of Project Card Shark's first operation, the continuation of the project was deemed a high priority for the neutralization of SCP-7821 and the overall functionality of the site. The following is an abridged list of operations under Project Card Shark: Field Operation Target Location Starting Amount Ending Amount Status #2 Mandalay Bay $20,000 $31,716 SUCCESS #3 The Bellagio $28,000 $53,855 SUCCESS #4 Caesars Palace $53,500 $86,977 SUCCESS [26 LOGS HAVE BEEN OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Field Operation Target Location Starting Amount Ending Amount Status #31 Treasure Island $477,000 $721,289 SUCCESS #32 The Mirage $720,000 $1,002,523 SUCCESS [FURTHER LOGS CAN BE PROVIDED UPON REQUEST BY YOUR SITE DIRECTOR.] WARNING! The following information is restricted to LEVEL 6 Clearance. Any attempt to view the information below without proper clearance will be met with immediate termination. Proceed at your own risk. DEPLOYING MEMETIC KILL AGENT LIFE SIGNS VERIFIED. YOU MAY PROCEED. Addendum 7821.5: Incident Log Field Operation: #43 Target Location: Lady Luck Casino Local Time: 8:32 PM Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Luck Be A Lady by Frank Sinatra [SCP-181, House, and Agent Calendar are seen inside the van, with Agent Calendar driving. Its interior is illuminated by the numerous monitors showing security footage of the casino.] SCP-181: Ok, so what's the plan again? Calendar: Same as usual, but this time the boss is coming with you. He might make some money. Or more likely, he'll act like enough of a flashy idiot to get the eyes off you. Order your drinks separately, go to different tables, make us some money. House: It'll be fun! With you and me playing, the casino's in for a real deuce-y. Get it? Because it sounds like dooz- yeah you fuckin' get it. SCP-181: Alright, double trouble. Sounds interesting. Adams: Look alive! We have arrived, people! [The van slowly comes to a halt, with SCP-181 pressing the side of his glasses, causing some of the monitors in the van to begin to show his perspective. House and SCP-181 exit the van, and close the door behind them.] SCP-181: Oh, and House? House: Yeah? SCP-181: Can we stop with the codenames? House: In your dreams pal. SCP-181: Welp, worth a shot. [House and SCP-181 enter the casino, immediately eyeing the tables, and heading towards the bar. Once getting there, they sit down, and wave over the bartender.] Bartender: Alright, what can I get you? House: Just give me a dirty martini with a shot of olive juice. Bartender: On it. [The bartender walks off, and soon returns with the drink, which House takes. Once taking a sip, House begins to speak to SCP-181.] House: Alright, I already see where I'm going. You see that yokel wearing the ten-gallon hat? SCP-181: Yeah, I got eyes on him. House: That guy is easy money personified. His shoes are untied, meaning he's sloppy. Shirt collar is messed up, and he's got a stain on his pants, meaning he's been drinking way too much. He shook someone's hand with his left hand, yet grabbed a drink with his right. He's sloppy, uncoordinated, and not thinking straight, so if you need me, I'll be bleeding that country bumpkin dry. [House gets up from the table and follows the man towards one of the tables, martini in hand. After a moment of waiting, SCP-181 turns back to the bartender.] SCP-181: [to bartender] I'll get a Vesper Martini, shaken not stirred. [UNIDENTIFIED]: It's on me. [SCP-181 turns to his right, where a tall woman with dark hair and even darker eyes meets his gaze. Her lips are glossed with bright red lipstick, and her neck is garnished with a glistening diamond necklace. He smiles, and begins to start a conversation.] SCP-181: That's very kind of you, ma'am. [UNIDENTIFIED]: Oh, it was nothing. SCP-181: What's your name? [UNIDENTIFIED]: Pantelina Tyche, but you can just call me Pantelina. And you? SCP-181: O'Callaghan. Gregory O'Callaghan. POI-777: So, what brings you and your friend to Vegas? SCP-181: Oh, the usual. Lights, action, money. POI-777: Well, it looks like your friend over there isn't doing so hot. House: [distant] THIS GAME IS RIGGED! POI-777: Hmph. Tough luck. SCP-181: Yeah, guess so. Calendar: [over comm] You need to leave. Now. SCP-181: [clears throat] Excuse me for a moment. [SCP-181 stands up, and walks a few feet away from the bar. He then begins to mumble to Calendar, confusion present in his voice.] SCP-181: Are you kidding? I haven't even started yet! Calendar: It's not you, it's her. She- [Agent Calendar is cut off as high-pitched static begins to play over the comm, the audio becoming heavily distorted.] SCP-181: Hello? Calendar, do you read? Calendar: [over comm] <inaudible> -kinetic. She's dan- <inaudible> SCP-181: Come in, damnit! POI-777: Something wrong? [SCP-181 jumps in surprise, turning around to see Pantelina standing behind him. He attempts to play it off.] SCP-181: No, everything's fine. POI-777: Good. [Pantelina walks back to the bar, takes a sip of her drink, and begins to smirk.] POI-777: It's a shame though that the Foundation hasn't learned its lesson yet. Though, they never were the best at learning from past mistakes. SCP-181: [stuttering] I…how…? POI-777: Oh, come now. You really thought you were the only tychekinetic in the world? I invented the concept, sweetie. It’s in the name. The Foundation even gave me a number, just like you. SCP-181: You're like me… POI-777: Oh, but I'm far better. Observe. [POI-777 turns to face a nearby waitress, who immediately trips and falls to the floor. POI-777 then turns her attention to a nearby table, where a crowd cheers as a man wins a large sum of money. SCP-181 stands slackjawed, unable to form words.] POI-777: Oh, and by the way, your powers didn't knock out your little earpiece. Mine did. Didn't want to ruin the moment so soon. SCP-181: How did you know I was with the Foundation? POI-777: Lucky guess? [POI-777 chuckles, before taking a sip of her drink, and continuing.] POI-777: No, not quite. I know lots of things, Gregory. I know who you are, I know who the Foundation is, and I know your little friend over there who seems to be enjoying my little parting gift to the Foundation. [At the table, House can be seen visibly upset, him throwing down his cards onto the table in anger.] POI-777: I also know you went to ₦emonø. He's old, you know. At least a couple of centuries. Older than you, and almost as old as me. Almost. SCP-181: Y-you caused SCP-7821? POI-777: Is that what they're calling it nowadays? Well, I can't be surprised. If the Foundation can't control it, they slap a number onto it. SCP-181: What do you want? POI-777: Oh Gregory, always straight to the point. I like that. If you must know, I merely just came to chat, send my regards to the Overseers, and remind them of their place. Of course, it doesn't have to stop there. SCP-181: What? POI-777: Let's play a little game, you and me. No comms, no help, no nothing. Just you, me, and our little gifts. I promise you the reward is one you would find quite generous. I'll even throw in the permanent removal of, what did you call it again, SCP-7821? [House looks back at SCP-181, immediately spotting POI-777 next to him. She gives him a smile, and he immediately bolts out of his chair and heads towards the two. While running towards the pair, two members of security tackle him to the ground.] SCP-181: House! POI-777: [sarcastically] Oops, looks like your little friend there got caught counting cards. What a pity. Guess tonight just wasn't his night. House: Get away from her! You don’t know what you’re dealing with, kid! POI-777: Aw, no hello? Manners, Randall. Tsk tsk tsk. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're trying to have a conversation. House: You b- [House is cut off as he is forcefully taken outside of the casino, albeit with some resistance on his part, to the delight of POI-777.] POI-777: Good riddance. Frankly, he’s too chatty for my taste. Let’s see if those guys can knock some sense into him. Now, where were we? SCP-181: We’re done here. [SCP-181 begins to walk away from the bar, with POI-777 calling out to him.] POI-777: Aw, do the adults say playtime is over? Quite a shame, and here I thought you had no one left to look up to. Guess you had to find the next best thing, hm? A horrible choice, really. [SCP-181 stops walking, but still doesn’t turn around.] SCP-181: What did you just say? POI-777: Oof, deep cut, wasn't it? I said you have nowhere else to go. You're like a puppy who craves love and attention, a puppet willingly tying his own strings. The Foundation uses you, and they used me, too, only I was able to break free. I’d offer that freedom to you, but I know you’d decline. Now, go on, leave with your tail between your legs. [SCP-181 turns around, his teeth gritted in anger. He walks up to POI-777, and coldly states.] SCP-181: Oh, I ain't running. POI-777: Then what are we waiting for? After all, the night is still young. [POI-777 finishes her drink, and walks away from the bar, with SCP-181 following behind. They stop at a professional poker table, with only three other players sitting at it. They both sit down on opposite sides of the table and begin to play. Soon, the remaining three other players leave, with what once used to be their money now shared between SCP-181 and POI-777. They continue to play, the ante growing ever larger as the night goes on. A crowd has now formed around them, watching in anticipation with each round played.] POI-777: I must say, I'm impressed. Didn't think you'd last this long. [POI-777 chuckles, and continues.] POI-777: I bet ol' Randall would've made a joke out of that. That's the thing with him, isn't it? A silver-tongued devil with a dirty mind, with an ego the size of Nevada to boot. He thinks he can control every little aspect of things, that the world revolves around him. SCP-181: A little ego here and there isn't the worst thing to have, now is it? POI-777: No, it is not. There are much worse things to experience. You're living proof of that, Gregory… Dealer: Excuse me, madam. What is your choice of game? POI-777: Texas Hold 'Em. I want to get this over with. Besides, I have more important games to attend to tonight. [The dealer begins to place the deck into the card shuffler, the machine whirring to life as the cards begin to mix amongst one another. Once done, the dealer begins to deal the cards.] SCP-181: [sarcastically] Aw, seeing someone else? I thought we had something special. [Both players look at their cards, with SCP-181 seeing he has an Eight of Spades and Ten of Clubs. Each player checks. The dealer buries a card, and the flop is then shown, with the cards being a Jack, Queen, and Ace of Spades.] POI-777: Haha, very funny. Your file certainly didn't list your sense of humor. SCP-181: You've read my file? POI-777: Read? Honey, I know it from cover to cover. A little runaway orphan taken in by the Foundation and thrown into solitary, always being eyed by people who only cared about their own selfish wellbeing. Such a heart-wrenching sob story. But it's not that simple, is it? SCP-181: I don't know what you're talking about… [This time, while SCP-181 checks, POI-777 adds a stack of chips to the ante, which SCP-181 calls. The dealer buries a card and shows the turn, which is a Nine of Spades.] POI-777: Oh, but you do. I can see it in your eyes, hell your soul. That one day when you looked at someone, and just for a moment, they weren't scared of you. There was no malice, no hatred, no fear. Just for a single moment, you felt normal…It didn't last though, and the next day, it was the same fearful look again. You never forgot that one day though, did you? SCP-181: … POI-777: That moment, that one small moment where you were happy. That was God, Gregory. Or the next best alternative when it comes to power: Me. Oh yes, the Council was interested in you back when I was an Overseer. In their greedy eyes, they wanted to use your powers to benefit themselves. Typical Foundation behavior. I, on the other hand, wasn’t for it, and in a not-so-shocking turn of events, I voted against it. So, every time you sat alone in that padded cell, wishing for some chance of freedom or comfort, every moment you craved for things to change, know that I did that. [SCP-181's nostrils begin to flare, his face teeming with rage. SCP-181 checks once more, but this time, POI-777 does not immediately respond.] POI-777: …All in. [POI-777 pushes her remaining chips into the pot, the dealer saying it is approximately ten million dollars. Nearby, another man at a table slams his fists against the table in anger, the dealer taking away their chips.] SCP-181: You're bluffing. POI-777: Are you really willing to risk it all on that? [SCP-181 calls her, pushing his chips into the pot, which comes to a grand total of roughly twenty million dollars.] POI-777: Daring today, aren’t we? [The dealer buries a card and shows the final card, which is an Eight of Spades. SCP-181 and POI-777 look at the card. They both smile.] [SCP-181 shows his cards, revealing his Eight of Spades and Ten of Clubs. He pushes up his glasses, and begins to chuckle.] Dealer: A straight for the gentleman. And you, madam? [POI-777 flips over her cards, revealing a Ten and King of Spades. SCP-181's smile fades.] Dealer: A royal flush for the lady! Ms. Tyche's hand is the highest. [POI-777 thanks the dealer, who begins to count her chips, and places them into a large chip rack.] SCP-181: That’s…how…? POI-777: Oh Gregory, you still don't get it, do you? I'm not just a tychekinetic, I'm a god. You never had a chance to begin with, although it was entertaining to see you try. You think fast on your feet, I'll give you that. Let's see how literal that is… SCP-181: What? POI-777: I called the Gaming Commission as soon as you showed up. They'll be here in about 10 seconds. Αντιο σας!7 [SCP-181 continues to sit there in awe, watching as POI-777 grabs all her winnings. She looks directly at him, smiles, and points behind him. Turning around, SCP-181 sees two large Tartarean entities both donning a suit and fedora chatting to a floorman. The subsequent review of the footage8 revealed they were Ira-class Tartarean entities. Ira-class is associated with Wrath — confident, choleric, passionate, equate violence with both positive and negative emotions; always looking for a fight. The floorman then gestures in SCP-181's direction, causing SCP-181's heart rate to rapidly accelerate.] [Without hesitation, SCP-181 immediately begins running towards the exit, the two Tartarean entities chasing after him, pushing people aside as they run towards him.] Entity #1: Hey, get back here! [SCP-181 runs past a table, accidentally knocking over a rack of chips, which causes a large crowd to form trying to collect the fallen chips. The two Tartarean entities, still hot on SCP-181's trail, don't notice the crowd on the floor and subsequently trip over them. SCP-181 continues to run, and heads outside.] [SCP-181 immediately runs towards the right of the casino, heading into a dark alleyway. There, he hides behind a dumpster, watching as the two entities exit the casino, and begin to look around for him.] Entity #1: Goddamnit, where'd he go?! Entity #2: He couldn't have gotten far. C'mon, let's keep looking. [The two entities walk away, with SCP-181 slowing down his breathing, before looking at his surroundings. He notices a figure lying face down on the ground in the alley, their body heavily bruised, and their suit torn. Walking forward, SCP-181 can now see that the man is none other than Randall House.] SCP-181: Oh shit! House, are you okay? House: [slurred] Do I fuckin' LOOK okay to you?! [House attempts to pick himself up, but to no avail. SCP-181 grabs him and helps him to his feet, finally able to look at his face. House's face is heavily bruised, with his lip bloody, and now donning a black eye.] SCP-181: We need to go! The Commission knows I'm here! The van should be nearby, let's go. House: [slurred] Just… give me a second… [House goes limp, and faceplants on the floor. SCP-181 sighs, and again pulls him to his feet, attempting to help House walk. Once they make it out of the alleyway, they begin to walk along the Strip, still searching for the van.] House: C'mon, where the fuck is it?! SCP-181: There! [SCP-181 points towards the van, which is seen rapidly driving towards them. Agent Adams can be seen in the driver's seat, the windshield riddled with bullet holes. As House and SCP-181 run towards the van, they look to see if they're being followed, just catching the two Tartarean entities spotting them. House and SCP-181 now are moving as fast as they can toward the van, the two Tartarean entities in hot pursuit. Finally, the van screeches to a halt by the two, where they open the backdoor, and race inside. As soon as they enter, the van speeds off.] Calendar: I've been trying to get in touch for half an hour, pick up your damn earpieces! What the hell happened? SCP-181: I'll explain on the way! Where have you guys been? Adams: Not 5 minutes after you fucking left, we got rained down on by gunfire, and had to bail. What the fuck did you do?! SCP-181: Ok, so… I may have lost some money to a luck god. House: ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! [SCP-181 begins to explain what happened, but is cut off by Agent Adams.] Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Lust for Life by Iggy Pop Adams: Hey! We got company! [Behind them, a black SUV begins to follow them, the two Tartarean entities seen in the front seats. The SUV rolls down one of its front windows, with one of the entities shooting at them with a Tommy Gun. The van immediately becomes riddled with bullet holes.] Adams: We can lose them Downtown! [The van takes a sudden sharp turn, causing everyone inside to lose their balance. Behind them, the SUV still continues to chase them, firing a barrage of bullets at the van.] Calendar: Heads down. I got it. [SCP-181 and House both lower their heads as Calendar pulls out a pistol from her suit. She cocks it, before speaking.] Calendar: Boss, cover— [Calendar turns to look at House, who is still heavily bruised and barely lucid. She sighs, and turns to face SCP-181, handing him the gun.] Calendar: Great. You're up, little guy. Cover me. Point, brace, pull. [Calendar then pulls out a large shotgun, quickly cocking it, and checks the sight. Once ready, she aims it forward.] SCP-181: You just carry that around with you?! Calendar: Obviously. Now, on my mark. 1…2… SCP-181: I-are you sure you want me to- Calendar: Go! [In an instant, Calendar kicks open the backdoor and begins firing her shotgun at the car, with SCP-181 providing cover fire. Calendar fires her shotgun, shattering the windshield. The two Tartarean entities continue to fire, each bullet ripping through the van, with one bullet whizzing by SCP-181 and striking Agent Adams in the shoulder.] Adams: Fuck! Calendar: Alright, enough fucking around. [Calendar leaps from the van onto the hood of the SUV, firing her shotgun into one of the Tartarean entities driving the car, causing it to fly off the road and crash in a large fireball. Slowly, House starts to gain lucidity.] SCP-181: Calendar! House: …she's fine… SCP-181: What? House: She's a Wrath demoness, and a kickass one at that. She eats stuff like that for breakfast. Watch. [SCP-181 looks back at the flaming wreck, watching Calendar slowly walk out of the flames, with one of the Tartarean entity's bloody heads in her hand. House smiles.] House: Attagirl. [The van continues to drive, eventually stopping at the site. Agent Calendar is already there waiting for them. Slowly, Adams gets out of the car, his hand pushed against his shoulder to try and stop the bleeding.] Calendar: How you holding up there, Adams? Adams: [wincing in pain] 'Tis but a flesh wound. Calendar: There's some whiskey inside you can use to clean the wound, and we'll get you some bandaids. Adams: Righto. [Agent Adams heads inside, his shirt still covered in his own blood. He can still be seen gritting his teeth in pain.] House: [sarcastically] And I'm good too, thanks for asking. [faces SCP-181] You? SCP-181: Yeah, yeah I'm good. House: Great, now I can do this. [House immediately punches SCP-181 in the face, causing him to fall to the ground. He looks up to see House, whose eyes are filled with rage.] House: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? Did you not hear us when we said to, oh I don't know, LEAVE?! Adams getting shot, me getting my ass handed to me, that was your fault! Now we're out of money again, and everything’s gone tits up. You're gone, you hear me?! Gone! Pack your shit, because you're gone in the morning. [House walks inside, with Calendar waiting behind, watching as House enters the site and goes out of view. She turns to face SCP-181, and helps him get to his feet.] Calendar: You fucked up, little man. Plain and simple. SCP-181: I…yeah, I did. Calendar: Boss'll cool down in an hour or two. Wait around, talk to him. See if you can make him change his mind. [Calendar begins to walk towards the site, but stops as SCP-181 calls out to her.] SCP-181: Do you think he will? Calendar: [shrugs] Don't know. But you don't exactly have a lot of options, do you? [Agent Calendar heads inside, and after a moment, SCP-181 enters the site.] [END LOG] Ending Amount: -$15,000,000 Afterword: Efforts are to be put underway to handle the Veil-breaking events described. This operation is deemed a FAILURE. Addendum 7821.6: Reconvening at Site-666 Location: Randall House's Office, Site-666 Local Time: 11:26 PM [Randall House can be seen sitting in his chair, talking on the phone with someone, an ice bag pressed against his right eye. Soon, SCP-181 enters, visibly nervous.] House: -yes and for the last time, I'm canceling the transfer of it down here. We have enough problems here as is, the last thing we need is some schmuck scared of using the toilet. [House looks up and sees SCP-181, who gives a small wave.] House: Hang on, I'll call you back. [House hangs up the phone, and takes a deep sigh. He then lowers his head, and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.] House: Was wondering when you were going to show up. SCP-181: House, I am truly sorry for what happened. I…I just got caught up in the moment and she- [SCP-181 is cut off as House motions for him to stop, as he begins to speak.] House: I know. I watched the footage, saw what she said to you. She got in your head, plain and simple. Wound you up like a toy soldier, and let you loose. I get it, truly I do. SCP-181: S-so you're not transfering me back? House: Not quite. [House pulls open a drawer on his desk and pulls out a stack of papers. He then walks towards SCP-181, and hands him the papers, who immediately begins reading them.] SCP-181: Are these… House: Transfer papers to Site-169. It's a recreational facility for anomalies, with little to no action. You'll live the rest of your days in boring, uneventful comfort. After everything you've been through, you don't deserve to be put in some random Bio-Research Area. You're a good kid. You don't deserve that. SCP-181: I…House, you must be joking. House: I'm not. There’ll be a transport vehicle to take you in the morning. SCP-181: You can't! I just got used to it here, I care about people here. You can't just take that away from me! House: I'm sorry, Gregory. That's the way it has to be. [Tears begin to slowly form in SCP-181's eyes as he quickly runs out of the room, with House calling out after him. After a moment of running, he makes it to his quarters, where he goes inside and locks the door. Once doing so, he backs away from the door, as more tears form in his eyes. In a fit of rage, he begins to trash his room, knocking over objects and pieces of furniture. He grabs a nearby glass paperweight and throws it at his bathroom mirror, shattering it. SCP-181 slowly crumples into a ball and continues to cry.] [After a moment, SCP-181 lifts his head up, staring at his reflection in the broken shards of the mirror. Suddenly, his eyes widen with realization, and just for a split second, a smile forms on his face. SCP-181 lifts up his glasses, wipes his tears, and exits his room.] [SCP-181 makes his way toward one of the site terminals, turns it on, and inputs a USB stick. After several minutes of frivolous typing and scrolling, he smiles.] SCP-181: Jackpot. [He begins reading a file, his smile growing wider with each passing minute. Once finished, he pulls out the USB stick and backs away from the site terminal, which appears to suffer a short circuit and shuts off.9] [He begins to walk towards the exit, avoiding any nearby security personnel, before leaving the site entirely.] [END LOG] Addendum 7821.7: Confrontation of POI-782110 Location: Near ₦emonø’s Tavern Local Time: 11:41 PM [SCP-181 can be seen walking through a dark alleyway, the path before him illuminated by the moonlight. After a short while of walking, he can see the lights of a nearby building slowly come into view. Upon getting closer, the words "₦emonø's Tavern" illuminated in red neon lights. Slowly, SCP-181 enters, immediately spotting POI-7821 sitting at the back table eating a plate of spaghetti and meatballs, his two bodyguards standing nearby. Slowly, he approaches ₦emonø.] ₦emonø: Huh, the fuck you want? SCP-181: We need to talk, ₦emonø. ₦emonø: [burp] You think you can just come barging in here like you own the place? Take a look at the sign kid, I own the joint, not you. Now, I suggest you leave before I have these two fine gentlemen make you. [₦emonø snaps his fingers, causing the two bodygaurds to lift up their jackets, revealing their firearms. Slowly, the two Tartarean entities approach SCP-181, gesturing him to leave. In mere seconds, SCP-181 punches one of the entities to the floor and grabs his firearm. Before the other can react, he is pistol-whipped by SCP-181.] [The remaining entity gets to his feet and attempts to swing at SCP-181, but he dodges it, knocking over some of the tables. SCP-181 grabs a nearby wine bottle, and hits the bodyguard on the head, knocking him to the ground. The Tartarean entity grabs the fallen entity's gun and begins to fire at SCP-181, who ducks and hides behind the now-fallen table, dropping his gun in the process.] [After a moment, the Tartarean entity approaches the table, only to be met with SCP-181 stabbing it in the eye with a silver fork. The bodyguard screams in pain and begins to walk back, but slips on the blood now pooling on the floor. As he falls, his head makes contact with the corner of the table, and his body lands on the ground with a hard thud. After a moment, blood can be seen exiting the back of his head and pooling around him, his body lying motionless. SCP-181 then turns to face ₦emonø.] SCP-181: Y'know, Pantelina told me about you. Said you were old, real old. But I wonder, with all that age, did you ever watch any of the classics? [₦emonø takes a swing at SCP-181, but SCP-181 ducks, grabbing ₦emonø by the arm, and throwing him onto the floor. SCP-181 continues to speak.] SCP-181: The good stuff, you know? The Spaghetti Westerns, Die Hard, those types of flicks. And they had such memorable quotes, too. So, why don't I remind you of one of 'em: Ever seen Dirty Harry? [₦emonø quickly grabs one of the guard's guns, and points at SCP-181's face, who does not react. Instead, SCP-181 leans closer so the barrel is now directly against his head.] ₦emonø: You got a death wish, pal?! SCP-181: I count six shots. But hey, maybe I miscounted. Let me tell you this though: If you pull that trigger, and my brains aren't decorating the walls, I will grab you by the horns and bash your skull in. ₦emonø: … SCP-181: Maybe there is a bullet left, and maybe I'm wrong, but are you willing to bet that it doesn't jam? [chuckle] I mean, I am pretty lucky when it comes to this kind of stuff. I don't know about you, though. ₦emonø: … SCP-181: So, do you feel lucky…punk? [With shaky hands, ₦emonø slowly lowers his gun, as SCP-181 smirks. He grabs ₦emonø's gun, and throws it aside. He looks ₦emonø dead in the eye, and begins to speak.] SCP-181: Like I said, I'm just here to talk. Now, I am going to ask you a question, and I don't like repeating myself. All you have to do is answer it, and I'll be on my way. Are we clear? ₦emonø: …yeah, we're clear… SCP-181: Good to hear. Now, where is she? ₦emonø: W-what? SCP-181: You heard me. Where is Pantelina Tyche? I know you know where, so save us both some trouble and say it. ₦emonø: You're…you're fucking crazy. [SCP-181 frowns, and punches ₦emonø in the face, causing him to wince in pain. A gap is now seen in his teeth, with his bloody gold tooth lying on the floor beside him.] ₦emonø: Alright alright, I'll talk! She's at the Wynn. SCP-181: Why tonight? ₦emonø: At midnight, it's no longer in Vegas. It's in Undervegas. It'll be like that until 3 o'clock, when it'll revert back here. SCP-181: Why? ₦emonø: It's one of the biggest games of the century, millions of smackeroones in the pot. It has an audience from all the Estates, hell I heard a Pit Boss may attend. Listen, that's all I know, swear! SCP-181: Thanks for the scoop. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? ₦emonø: Go fuck yourself. SCP-181: Listen, for being such a good sport, I'll give you a portion of the winnings. Say, two million. Any objections? ₦emonø: … SCP-181: I thought so. Good day. [SCP-181 adjusts his suit collar, and begins to walk towards the exit. Just before doing so, he grabs the gun he took from ₦emonø. He points it upwards, and pulls the trigger, causing a bullet to fly out of it and into the dark oak ceiling. He then presses the trigger again, with no bullet flying out, and he places the gun down on one of the nearby tables. He looks back at ₦emonø, winks, and continues towards the exit of the building.] ₦emonø: You…you piece of shit! You no good, four-eyed, smug son of a bitch! [SCP-181 exits the building, and heads towards the Wynn, with ₦emonø still heard yelling obscenities at him from the tavern as SCP-181 walks into the night.] [END LOG] Addendum 7821.8: Confrontation of POI-777 Location: Wynn Hotel Local Time: 11:57 PM [SCP-181 can be seen standing in front of the Wynn, the area illuminated by the neon light-show of the building’s exterior. He begins to speak, seemingly towards the camera, his words filling the silence of the night.] SCP-181: If I don't make it out of here, or something else happens, just… [SCP-181 sighs, and continues to speak.] SCP-181: House, Calendar, hell Adams, if you guys hear this, thank you all for everything. You guys…you guys are like family to me. Thanks for giving me a chance. SCP-181: Welp, that’s about it. See you on the other side… [With a deep breath, SCP-181 enters the Wynn, the bright lights inside momentarily blinding him.] [SCP-181 passes through the lobby, and begins to meander around the casino floor. He looks around and spots a large crowd of Tartarean entities of varying shapes and sizes at the High Rollers Club. Upon going through the door, he sees there is a large poker table, and several Tartarean entities can be seen sitting at the table playing cards. Most importantly, POI-777 can be seen playing alongside them.] [With a heavy stride, SCP-181 makes his way closer and closer to the table, his presence catching the eye of several audience members. As he gets close to the table, the entities playing at the table make note of his presence, including POI-777. She laughs, and speaks to him.] POI-777: My, you're persistent. Let me guess, the Foundation has its goons surrounding the place as we speak. SCP-181: It's just me, Pantelina. I wanna finish what we started, or better yet, what you did. POI-777: Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm in the middle of something. I'm afraid you'll have to sit this one out. SCP-181: Oh, but I beg to differ. [SCP-181 pushes past the crowd, and stands directly in front of the table. He reaches into his suit pocket, and pulls out a USB stick.] SCP-181: There's over fifteen million dollars on this drive, and only I know the encryption key. I think I'll join you, unless anyone objects of course. I win, you remove the curse on House, and never rear your head here again. You win, you get the money. POI-777: An enticing offer, but I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. SCP-181: Then let’s put some skin in the game: You win, you get the money, and you also get my soul. That enticing enough for you? POI-777: Oooh, I like this look on you. Though, how do we know you're not bluffing us, and that drive has no money on it? SCP-181: You don't. By all means, take the safe route, kick me out. However, on the off chance I'm telling the truth, do you really wanna miss out on all that money? [POI-777 appears to think for a moment, before continuing.] POI-777: Alright, I'm game. A fun way to spice up the night. Now, shall we?11 [A large Tartarean entity donning a suit appears and places down a chair. They walk off, and return a minute later with a large stack of chips.] [SCP-181 approaches, and takes a seat, the other Tartarean entities at the table glaring at him. He looks at his watch, the time reading 11:59. POI-777 merely laughs, and takes a sip of her drink.] POI-777: You still have the chance to leave, you know. SCP-181: After the day I've had, no fucking way. [SCP-181's watch reads 12:00, and a loud distorted church bell is heard ringing 12 times. Suddenly, the ground shakes violently for a moment, as the feed suffers heavy distortions, before eventually settling.] SCP-181: [cough] God, the air reeks of brimstone. Welp, too late to turn back now. [For the next hour and a half, SCP-181 continues to gamble, with the Tartarean entities around him suffering several unlucky hands as the buy-ins grow larger and larger. Inevitably, the only two that remain are SCP-181 and POI-777.] [As the dealer moves the chips in the pot towards the center of the table, they begin to shuffle the cards, POI-777 and SCP-181 watching intently.] Play it cool, Gregory. You can do this. Just breathe, that's it. Just ignore the giant crowd of demons watching you, or the fact that the entire site depends on you. Yeah, no pressure. Ok, just bide your time… God, that smirk on her face. It's like she already thinks she's won. God hoping, she's wrong. Wait for the right moment, and then send it. You are not fucking this up, not today. Alright, now or never. Here goes nothing… "So, you dating anybody?" "Heh, if that's your way of flirting, then you really have some work to do. Thanks, but no thanks." "Oh don't worry, I'm not interested. Merely just starting some friendly conversation, that's all." "Well, if you must know, no, I'm not seeing anyone." "Oh, but you did though…" "What?" "You had background info on me, so I thought I'd return the favor. While I wasn't able to look at your file, above my clearance and all, I thought I'd still see what else I could find. Took me a bit of digging, but I did find it." "…" The Flop. "And so I read it. Every. Single. Bit. I can recite it from memory at this point. You really did him dirty, you know that, right? Hell, the part that shocked me most was that you were blonde. Trust me, you don't have the looks for it." "Watch your tone, boy. You know not of the power you're mess-" "Oh please, spare me the whole "mere mortal" routine, would you? You said the same bullshit to him, and you're saying the same to me." The Turn. "You're pathetic. You claim you're some almighty god, and as soon as you get some love in your life, you freak out and run away. Hell, you didn’t even give him your real name. What kind of god is scared of a little commitment?" "Shut up!" "You're nothing. Nothing. You've lost in love, and now you'll lose in cards. How does it feel to be the world's biggest loser?" "Shut the fuck up!" "You have no chance of winning, you hear? You're fucked." "Oh yeah? We'll see about that." And then he felt it. For just a brief moment, his green eyes sparkled. He couldn't even try to hide his smirk. Aaaaaaaaah, that's the stuff. So much concentrated luck, it's amazing. It's like it's in my veins, I can feel it like it's a part of me. God, I can almost sense it around me, or I guess around her. It’s like…like a cloud that encompasses her. That won’t be for long. Ok, deep breaths, that's it. Let yourself naturally pull it closer, yes. You got her now, and she doesn't even know it. He's an idiot. So headstrong and egotistical that he can't even see he was doomed from the start. God that smirk, I wanna punch him right in the face. I wonder where I should go next. The Luxor is definitely off-limits. Maybe the Golden Nugget? Nah, too little action. I need somewhere with a ton of tourists. Flamingo? Meh, too cheesy. Hmmm, the Mirage could be fun. Definitely not the Bellagio in terms of flair, but hey, it could be worse. The River. In just one moment, they both thought the same thing. Jackpot. [The dealer now steps back after placing the final card, waiting for POI-777 to make her move. POI-777 chuckles, and simply speaks.] POI-777: All in. [POI-777 aggressively pushes her chips into the table, the large piles of chips toppling over and falling onto the table.] POI-777: Seem familiar to you? SCP-181: Yeah, it is. POI-777: So why don't you do yourself a courtesy, and fold? We both know you have nothing. SCP-181: [sigh] Sorry, but I ain't done just yet. I call. [SCP-181 pushes his chips into the center, the pot now of monumental proportions. The crowd begins to cheer, as POI-777 flips over her cards, revealing a Four and a Ten.] Dealer: Two pair, fours and tens for Ms. Pantelina. POI-777: Looks like your luck's run out, Gregory. SCP-181: [sarcastically] Is that a fact? [SCP-181 flips over his cards, revealing a Five and a Ten. POI-777’s eyes widen in horror.] Dealer: Two pair, fives and tens. The gentleman is the winner! [Loud boos and sounds of disapproval emanate from the crowd, as the dealer begins to organize SCP-181's chips. However, he is interrupted, as POI-777 throws her drink in rage, the glass shattering onto the floor.] POI-777: What?! Κάθαρμα παιδί! Αλαζονικό παράσιτο!12 SCP-181: Aww, don't be a sore loser! Now, we had a deal, so honor it. Remove the curse on House, and leave Las Vegas for good. [POI-777, her face red with rage and emotion, takes a deep breath. The color slowly returns to her face, and she begins to form a smile.] POI-777: Well played… A deal's a deal. [POI-777 takes a deep breath, exhales, and closes her eyes. Despite there being no strong air current, a strong breeze passes over the area, POI-777's hair fluttering in the wind. After a moment, it dies down, and POI-777 opens her eyes.] POI-777: It is done. [POI-777 turns, and begins to walk away. However, she stops, and turns back to face SCP-181.] POI-777: Hark my words, Gregory. We shall meet again. SCP-181: I know, and when you do, we’ll be ready. [POI-777 nods, and walks away. Suddenly, the lights flicker, and a loud distorted church bell is heard ringing three times as the ground shakes once more. The feed undergoes heavy distortions, and when the feed returns, SCP-181 can be heard sighing in relief.] [SCP-181 adjusts his glasses, grabs his chips, and heads towards the exit, every single pair of eyes all on him. As he approaches the door, a large Tartarean entity is seen blocking the way. Upon a closer look, it is one of the entities that was previously playing cards at the table. Its face is filled with rage as it speaks in a low, booming voice.] Tartarean Entity: You took my money from me. Not yours, mine. The only way you're getting out of here alive is in a bodybag, you hear me? SCP-181: … Tartarean Entity: [sarcastically] What's the matter, you scared?! [The entity begins to laugh, with the crowd joining in. Soon, the entire room is filled with the sound of laughter, as the entity takes a step closer towards SCP-181.] SCP-181: No, I was merely just waiting for backup. Tartarean Entity: What are you talking a- [The entity is cut off as banging is heard coming from one of the locked entrances, causing SCP-181 to look towards the door and smile.] [After a moment, a large explosion envelopes the entrance, with it being reduced to nothing but rubble and debris.13 As the dust settles, several members of MTF Mu-0 are seen, with Calendar leading them. The large Tartarean entity lunges at SCP-181, but is stopped as the MTF members quickly subdue it.] Unknown MTF Agent: Alright ya bastards, prepare for a world o’ pain. Get ‘em, lads! [The remaining members of the MTF quickly begin to disperse the crowd, with vials of holy water seen being thrown at the Tartarean entities, as the MTF agents are heard repeatedly hurling obscenities at them. SCP-181 is then approached by Agent Calendar.] Calendar: Shit. You okay, kid? SCP-181: Yeah, yeah I'm good. Calendar: Good. There's a transport vehicle out front. Report back to the site, and I'll meet you there. SCP-181: Alright, thanks. Calendar: Oh, and next time you decide to go rogue… [Calendar leans down, coming nose to nose with SCP-181.] Calendar: I will rip out your spine and strangle you to death with it. Got it? SCP-181: Roger that. [Calendar rises back to her full height, ruffling SCP-181's hair. SCP-181 exits the Wynn and enters the transport vehicle, which immediately speeds off back towards the site. Inside, a tall lady with red hair tied back is seen using her phone.] SCP-181: Uh, hi? [The woman does not look up, still using her phone.] [SCP-181 sighs deeply and sits down on the floor. Later, the vehicle slowly pulls up to Site-666, with SCP-181 exiting and heading inside. Inside, House and Calendar are already seen waiting for him.] SCP-181: Hey… Calendar: Welcome back. Hope Alice didn't give you any trouble. House: Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Let’s cut to the chase: You stole money from the site, ran off, beat up a centuries-old demon, entered Undervegas, beat a literal god at cards, and had to be rescued by an entire MTF. SCP-181: Well, that's not entirely accurate. House: Excuse me? [SCP-181 reaches into his pants pocket, and pulls out the USB stick. He tosses it to House, who catches it.] SCP-181: Keep it. The only thing on it is a playlist of Frank Sinatra songs and a recipe for spaghetti alfredo anyway. House: Impressive bluff. Now, question of the fucking hour here: how did you beat her? SCP-181: It’s quite simple really: I realized how she beat me. She stole the luck from people around her, basically cutting me off, so I made it so she gave herself so much luck I could feed off of it. Pretty clever, eh? House: … Wow. That's… hm. I'm genuinely speechless here. Help me out here, Calendar. Calendar: You could've told us what you were up to. We could've helped. SCP-181: Hey, better to ask for forgiveness than for permission, right? [Calendar smiles.] [House rolls up his sleeve, and looks at his watch.] House: Fuck it, we’ll talk about this later. Right now, I need to arrange the deposit of money in ₦emonø‘s account before every single Pit Boss decides to retaliate for what happened tonight. Calendar: I heard some of the other staff are holding a party for us not being penniless anymore. Word gets around fast. They must be excited to actually be getting paid now. SCP-181: Sounds fun, I’ll meet you all there then. [SCP-181 walks off deeper into the site, with House and Calendar watching him go.] Calendar: Son of a bitch. That's my line. [House smiles, and chuckles to himself.] House: Atta' kid. [END LOG] Addendum 7821.9: Celebration [A large number of people can be seen inside one of Site-666's vacant meeting rooms, the room adorned with balloons and other decorations. The room is lit with several string lights, with the fireplace illuminating part of the room with a dull glow. A large quantity of food and alcohol can be seen being served on one of the tables, with Alice Sterling seen attempting to eat a burrito.] [She fails, and spills it all over herself and the floor, with her sighing. Clark Adams approaches, and after a moment of laughing, hands her a napkin. He is seen wearing a large cast on his arm, which is partially wrapped in bandages.] Sterling: So, how's the shoulder holding up? Adams: The doc said that I'll make a full recovery, plus I got to be high off my ass on morphine for a while while they stitched it up, so everything's pretty good all things considered. [SCP-181 approaches the pair, adjusting his glasses as he walks over. Soon he begins to speak, with Alice still wiping what once was her burrito off of her shirt.] SCP-181: Hey, Adams? Adams: [turns to face SCP-181] Hmm? SCP-181: Just wanted to say I'm sorry for the whole, well, you getting shot thing. Adams: Hey, water under the bridge. Now c'mon, you gotta try these tacos. SCP-181: [chuckle] Sounds delightful. [Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, with not a single soul there appearing remotely sober. SCP-181 can be seen amongst them, chatting with some of the employees. He visibly seems to be enjoying himself. Soon, Randall House enters alongside Agent Calendar, causing everyone to immediately go silent. He approaches SCP-181, who begins to speak to House, everyone in the room watching intensely.] SCP-181: House…[sigh] Let's just get this over with. House: You went behind our backs, fucked around with demons, and made them look like absolute fucking buffoons. SCP-181: … House: Good work. [House holds up the transfer paper in his hand, and with a smirk on his face, throws them into the fireplace.] House: You got moxie, kid. You'll fit right in here. [Tears can be seen in SCP-181's face as he smiles. He takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes with his sleeve, and puts his glasses back on.] SCP-181: Now that's something to drink to. House: Couldn't agree more. [House grabs an unopened bottle of champagne and stands on top of the table. He begins to make a toast, the other party members grab empty glasses.] House: A toast! To Gregory, the newest member of the Site-666 family. All: Hear, hear! House: And to us! For going through Hell and back, and always coming out on top. Do you all know why? The reason we always win? [The room immediately fills with the sound of a collective groan.] House: Yeah, you know. Now, let's drink! [House pops the champagne bottle, causing the cork to fly off and shatter a nearby window.] SCP-181: My bad everyone… House: [sigh] Gonna have to get used to that. [SCP-181 chuckles, and walks outside. House takes note, and follows after. Behind him, Alice Sterling slips on the burrito entrails spewed across the floor, falling to the ground. Agent Adams immediately begins to laugh, but is cut off as Alice pulls him down to the floor.] [Soon, House is able to catch up with SCP-181, who is sitting outside staring off into the horizon. He approaches SCP-181, and sits down next to him.] House: Hey, everything okay? SCP-181: I just…I got a lot on my mind… House: If you need to talk, I’m here. SCP-181: [sigh] I’m going to Hell, House. I deserve it, fuck, even worse. [SCP-181 pauses for a moment, his eyes beginning to get watery. He continues.] SCP-181: I killed my parents, House. They died because of me. Because of my fucking powers! I killed them, me! [SCP-181 begins to cry, with House putting a hand on his shoulder.] SCP-181: I’m a murderer… House: Hey, that’s bullshit. You are a good person, and you couldn’t have stopped what happened. I’m not just saying that to play devil's advocate, I mean it. You are a good person, it’s just that bad things happen to good people. SCP-181: But what if you’re wrong? House: I’m never wrong. You’ll get what you deserve, same fate for us all. SCP-181: Was that your logic when you punched me in the face? House: [smirking] No, my logic was to punch you in the face because you’re an asshole. [SCP-181 chuckles, and wipes the tears from his eyes.] SCP-181: Is your eye feeling any better? House: Nope. Is your jaw? SCP-181: Nope. [House and SCP-181 smile, with House turning his head towards the horizon.] House: God, that is one hell of a view. Never gets old, does it? SCP-181: Yeah, it really doesn’t… [Both of them smile, their eyes locked onto the horizon, the neon lights of the city illuminating the sky ahead.] [END LOG] SCP-7821’s classification to NEUTRALIZED is pending. House: Say it. SCP-181: No. House: C'mon, say it! SCP-181: House, I am not saying it. House: Do it! SCP-181: [sigh] The house always wins- House: The House always wins, baby. Footnotes 1. Item endangers the inner structure of the Foundation and limits the ability of the Foundation to carry out its secondary objectives. 2. A K-Class Scenario in which one or more Tartarean dimensions (Hell, Hades, etc.) gain influence over baseline reality. 3. Referring to the Theoplanar Vacuum Unit, which fires a concentrated beam of light at sundown each night by converting TRE to Alpha radiation. 4. Per the Thorner System, Tartarean-class entities (demons) are grouped into seven distinct subtypes, each one correlating to a different deadly sin. Even within these subtypes, demon appearance and behavior can vary drastically. Avarice-class is associated with Greed — inconsistent appearance, and consistent behaviors of constantly trying to increase their wealth. Rapacious, slippery, untrustworthy. 5. The croupier is the member of staff who operates a roulette table. 6. Disinformation campaigns are to direct blame onto rouge hackers originating from DEFCON, a notorious hacking convention that annually takes place in Las Vegas. 7. Translated from Greek: Goodbye! 8. We screenshotted it and sent it to Thorner. - Agent Calendar 9. This event has been noted to most likely be a byproduct of SCP-181’s powers. 10. The following footage was recorded on SCP-181's glasses, which were worn throughout the rest of the night. It is believed that this was an intentional choice by SCP-181. 11. Nearby hume detectors indicated the local hume levels rose roughly ~20 hm at this moment before dissipating to normal. 12. Translated from Greek: Bastard child! Arrogant pest! 13. The subsequent aftermath was dealt with accordingly by MTF Alpha-45 "Janitors", with disinformation campaigns blaming the subsequent repairs on remodeling. |
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} /* 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; 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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; 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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; } } ThatGuyThatTime We will never forget you. Written for New Years Eve, 2023. More by ThatGuy NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION With the New Year coming up soon, the following file has been made available to all members of Foundation personnel. Thank you for all you've done. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Crater Lake, Oregon. Item#: 7824 Level1 Secondary Class: embla Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7824 is functionally self-containing. Usage of the anomaly is permitted annually on December 31st by any desiring Foundation personnel, and knowledge of SCP-7824 itself is to be disseminated in correspondence with its manifestations. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7824 is a gravestone located at the edge of a cliff in Crater Lake National Park, Oregon, overlooking the titular lake. Between the dates of January 1st and December 30th, SCP-7824 does not exist; on December 31st, the anomaly will appear. Anyone with knowledge of the object will suddenly be compelled to visit it, and will take any action necessary to do so; those who are physically unable will be teleported to SCP-7824 anywhere from 10 - 45 minutes before the end of December 31st1. The primary anomalous effects of the object are dependent on specific actions taken while within 1 meter of the object. ACTION EFFECT Stand in front of SCP-7824. Individual experiences visions containing the strongest memories from the last 364 days. Stand beside SCP-7824. Visions cease. Individual reports the water of Crater Lake appearing darker. Stand behind SCP-7824. Individual experiences complete amnesia regarding the last 364 days, and develops an urge to jump off of the cliff. Others nearby report images appearing in Crater Lake corresponding to the lost memories of the central individual. Walk away from SCP-7824. Once 2 meters away, the individual reports SCP-7824 as having disappeared from their vision. Over the next 24 hours, the individual will slowly regain their lost memories, engaging with friends and family as much as possible, and continuing life as normal. At 11:59 on December 31st, the individual disappears. At 12:00, the individual disappears from the Foundation Record of Employment, and reappears as a member of above-veil society, possessing no memories of their time with the Foundation. Additionally, these individuals develop an anomalously intense case of Filbuson Syndrome2, and as such are classified as SCP-7824-1 instances. INSERT CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 Unforgettable. Any anomalies created previously by an SCP-7824-1 instance during previous usages of SCP-7824 will appear in art around underneath the edge of the cliff. Jump. Individual vanishes upon making contact with Crater Lake. On January 1st, they will reappear with no memory of the incident, but with the lost memories of the past year restored. Those who have experienced this describe a feeling of calmness, optimism, and an interest in what will happen in the following year. Foundation Loyalty among these individuals is often but not always increased. INSERT CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 We Must Continue. Anomalies corresponding to the lost memories of the individual have been noted to appear over the course of the next 365 days. The individual will not be able to recognize them as such. ADDENDUM 7824-1 The following inscription is located on the front face of SCP-7824: Here Lays All You've Done. The following inscription is located on the back of SCP-7824: Thank you for continuing to create. The following inscription is located beneath the cliff face on which SCP-7824 is located: We will never forget you. Footnotes 1. Relative to their original position's timezone. 2. Filbuson Syndrome is a theorized anomalous condition in which an affected person is unable to perceive the anomalous or supernatural, and will mentally rationalize anything anomalous occurring around them as nonexistent or explainable. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7824" by ThatGuyThatTime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7824. Licensed under CC-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: CraterLake.jpg Author: Tom Holland License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:CraterLake.jpg |
SCP-7826 | keter | Welcome Dr. Luttrell. You have one (1) new message. Re:SCP-7826 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: SCP-7826 Dr. Luttrell, It has come to my attention that the SCP-7826 database entry was compromised again with the same revisions as we've seen previously. This is the fifth time that this has occurred and it seems that IT has yet to determine the cause. I hope that you have been looking into whether or not this is related to some unknown quality of the anomaly given the security threat this could pose to not only the Site's data integrity, but to that of the overall Foundation database. Please inform me if you will need additional resources for this project. I advise that you reach out to the IT staff assigned to this incident [[email protected]]. You may be able to collaborate on determining the cause of these recurrent modifications. Virginia Perkins Site-53 | Site Director From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7826 Director Perkins, Thank you for bringing this to my attention once again. After the first instance I ensured that I and my staff kept hard copies of our notes and the item logs so I will be able to restore the entry with minimal loss of information. At this time, I believe that there may be more than just physical objects arriving through the anomaly. I will keep you abreast of any new developments. Kelly Luttrell Site-53 | Research Supervisor ITEM#: 7826 I'm lost now they won't listen to me {$secondary-text} {$secondary-class} i know it's a lie you are alive link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level0 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures I woke up and you were gone. Everyone else forgot you. I won't. I know you're not gone. Description Your hair is soft and wraps so easily around my fingers. Your smile fills my soul with a beautiful song. I can hear it now. Addendum 7826.1: Us Our lives are enmeshed. That can't be gone. It can't be nothing. There is no hole in my heart for you to fall through. Eden tells me that she doesn't know her mom. I keep trying to find pictures of you to show her, but you're all gone. There's just me crying, ring in hand kneeling in front of nothing. Just me sitting on the plane. Just me walking down the beach. Just me holding our baby girl. I know that you're there. Wherever you are, I hope this guides you home. Addendum 7826.2: The First Time I lived a life filled with fear and doubt. Every day I knew there was something that was wrong with me. Your face, your laugh, your warmth, it melted all those thoughts away. For the first time I knew that I wasn't broken, that I had a home. BEGIN LOG 18:42 - 09 JAN 2008 - I met you at a party last week. I knew that you were special. I was afraid that you didn't feel the same about me. You invited me and some friends over to your place. It was only my second time seeing you. I hoped that I would get to see you a lot more. You - Hi, I'm glad you made it. I'm still getting dinner together right now if you want to come and help me. Me - Hey, for sure. What do you want me to do? You - These vegetables are all chopped now. Can you add those to the stirfry and finish that up? Me - I think I can do that. [I was terrified of being in that kitchen with you.] You - You can get a drink too if you want. Me - I know I can do that. [I made a cocktail with whatever was closest. As soon as someone said the word "shots" two of those went down too.] You - Dinner is all ready guys! [Everyone sat down and ate. I was feeling better now. We were both laughing and stealing glances at one another. I got up to go to the kitchen and you took me aside.] You - I'm glad you made it here. Me - For dinner? You - Let's get another drink. [We wandered off and sat on the couch in your living room. We talked for hours about everything. Your friends kept popping their heads in to make sure that everything was going okay and that your plan had worked.] Me - I have to get going, even though I really don't want to. You - I know. Me - Do you want to go on an actual date this weekend? You - Yes. Me - I'll send you the address of a place I like nearby. You'll love it. You - That sounds perfect. Me - Before I go, is it okay that I kiss you goodnight? You - Yes it is. [It was a wonderful moment.] END LOG Addendum 7826.3: Your Hand in Mine So many moments filled with wonder and love. The touch of your skin against mine is burnt into my mind. Your voice eternally rings through my soul. Our First Date Subject: A cold night in a warm bar. Procedure: I got there first. I had started my second drink when you walked in. You were stunning. You sat down and ordered your drink. We settled on fries to share. You got mac and cheese and I got a burger. Hours went by. You told me your secrets. I shared my fears. When we walked outside. I took your hand because I didn't want you to fall on the ice. It was so tender. We kissed at your car. You went home. Results: We both knew we would spend our lives together. Analysis: That can't all be gone. Our Wedding Subject: A warm evening on a beautiful beach. Procedure: Not spending the day with you was torture. I kept wanting to share my thoughts with my best friend and you weren't there. I stood there waiting. And waiting. You finally walked out. You were what beauty dreams of becoming. A flowing white dress, flowers in your hair, the song you picked ringing in my ears. When you finally made it to me, you held my hands in yours. You read yours first. I went second. I couldn't hold back my tears. Results: We kissed and the rest of our lives started. Analysis: Our souls won't let go. Addendum 7826.4: Growing Together There was no end to the how much you thought I could do, how much I could be. I never let myself think those things. You melt fear and doubt. When I was at my most afraid, you showed me that our love could let us build a miracle. I thought you might like to know something… The test is positive 🥰 I need you to call me. I can't breathe. It's going to be okay, bubby I know that you were hesitant about this, but it's going to be a magical journey :) Have faith in me and us and everything will be okay, I promise ❤️ You know that I love you, but I can't do this There's nothing we can't do You're going to be an amazing father :) And you were right. There's nothing we can't do. I finally got her down… Now it's my nap time 😅 My loves 🥰 She looks so happy ❤️ I forgot to turn my ringer off and now she's up again… Look at her showing all these kids like the little plant momma she is 🤣 Takes after her mom ❤️ So proud 🥰 I'm so happy that you worked on getting that school garden project started for her :) Feel for my hand. The hand that held yours through the most precious years of my life. Let my love be your guiding light. Addendum 7826.5: You Are So Close. You helped me feel loved and accepted in ways that I didn't know were possible. Now I hope that those feelings can bring you back to me. I hope this bottle finds your shore. See you soon, baby girl. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: SCP-7826 Mr. Harris, Director Perkins reached out to me regarding the SCP-7826 entry being modified once again. I believe that the alterations may be stemming from the anomaly itself. Based on our sensor data, each entry alteration has been preceded by the same atmospheric aberrations that we have seen before the appearance of a new object. Once we are able to locate and secure the anomaly these alterations should cease. Until then, please move the entry into one of the site's Faraday-isolated servers. That may prevent these modifications from appearing again. Kelly Luttrell Site-53 | Research Supervisor NOTICE FROM RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION SCP-7826 records have been successfully restored. Editing permissions will soon be grantable by Site Director Virginia Perkins. Please refer to email from [email protected] for full retrieval documentation. Ticket #S15-358795113 is closed. Item#: 7826 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures Objects determined to have originated from SCP-7826 are to be cataloged in this entry and stored within Site-53 Secure Containment Wing "Yellowstone." Each item is to be screened for any anomalous traits and hazardous properties prior to storage. These items are denoted as SCP-7826-A#. To date, all objects that have been recovered from SCP-7826 have been determined to be safe and as such can are stored according to minimal security protocols. Description SCP-7826 occupies an unknown area of space near Site-53 that allows objects from one dimension to be transcribed into our own. Items originating from SCP-7826 possess unique levels of entropic energy allowing them to be distinguished from our reality. Each of these items have appeared within a 10 sq km area surrounding Site-53. Given that each recovered item is congruous with what one would expect its superficial appearance to be, it is difficult to determine the quantity of objects that have been dispensed by SCP-7826 or how long the anomaly has been active. An array of atmospheric sensors have been placed in the area around Site-53 which have been able to detect the appearance of new objects. New objects will be proceeded by minute atmospheric disruptions which are localized to the area where the object manifests. The anomaly's exact location has yet to be found. However, new objects have tended to appear in the area directly north of Site-53. Addendum 7826.1: SCP-7826-A Findings The following is a selection of items recovered that have been determined to have originated from SCP-7826. The full catalog of items is available by contacting Lead Researcher Kelly Luttrell. Classification Description Notes SCP-7826-A17 Music box Plays the song "My Little Sunshine." SCP-7826-A15 Ring A solitaire ring with with a violet sapphire at center and two diamonds to its sides. SCP-7826-A12 Sheet of paper Partial documentation from the sale of a house near Site-53 in Flagstaff, Arizona. SCP-7826-A5 Pacifier Soiled, pink pacifier with small, white polka-dot pattering. SCP-7826-A1 Photograph of a man and a young girl Based on facial analysis of the two persons depicted, there are no known people to whom they correspond. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: SCP-7826 Kelly, I know this isn't you. Somewhere in there is the woman I married. The mother of our child. Look at those pictures of her. Look at her and me and remember. Please. Claude Harris Site-53 | Your Husband From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Staff Roster Notice Director Perkins, During the retrieval process of SCP-7826, I noticed that the current site roster is not in-line with archived Foundation records. Researcher Kelly Luttrell and Technician Claude Harris do not appear to have been registered during their on-boarding process. Please inform me if you would like this to be rectified. Also of note, Mr. Harris may need a disciplinary meeting regarding his adherence to the site's clock-in policy as it appears that he has no history of actually logging a shift. Martha Wong Site-53 | RAISA Analyst Committing new SCP-7826 revision request… From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Us Claude, I remember when I got you that music box. You told me that you love that song, that it gave you peace. That ring. I never cried harder in my life. I knew you were going to ask me, but I never knew that I could feel that elated and ecstatic. Our home. Each room filled with mementos and plants, never enough though. Eden. That was the only name you and I agreed on. You took such good care of us for the nine months I grew her, and for every moment after that. My loves. You're both so beautiful. There's nothing we can't do. I'll be with you soon. Kelly Harris Site-53 | Your Wife SCP-7826 revision request completed. Addendum 7826.1: SCP-7826-A Findings The following is a selection of items recovered that have been determined to have originated from SCP-7826. Classification Description Notes SCP-7826-A18 Claude Harris It is unknown if this entity has been able to maintain a physical form within our reality. Currently understood to be the cause of previous SCP-7826 database entry modifications. SCP-7826-A19 Kelly Luttrell Unable to be located at this time. Based on security footage, it was last seen walking northward away from Site-53. Following the disappearance of Kelly Luttrell, there have been no further anomalous modifications to this entry nor have any more objects originating from SCP-7826 been discovered. 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Further misinformation has been spread about the content platformed on SCP-7830 concerning the untrustworthy nature of the information contained within. Backdoor exploits have been placed in those databases so that Metatron.AIC can access and delete any updates to the application. As the process by which SCP-7830 is uploaded is completely unknown, containment will be focused on mitigation and deletion at the distribution point. Several working smartphones with SCP-7830 uploaded will be maintained for research purposes at Site-43. All known search engines have been attacked with a virus designed by Foundation technicians, the sole purpose of which is to redirect away from the website hosting SCP-7830. First post on SCP-7830. Description: SCP-7830 is a social media platform titled “Viber” published and maintained by GoI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”).1 On 22 July, 2023, SCP-7830 was launched on the URL www.viber.vktm. No hosting service currently houses the .vktm domain name, and as far as Foundation researchers and technicians can ascertain, it does not exist. Shortly after the service debuted on the website, an application was released and forcibly downloaded on every smartphone active within the United States through unknown means.2 Formatting on SCP-7830 concerning image and text placement is wildly inconsistent. When asked about this feature on the platform, Mari MacPhaerson noted that “Viber uses the proprietary formatting technology 'Visionary', which exemplifies the high standard for graphical design always on display with Vikander-Kneed Technical Media products.” SCP-7830’s anomalous effects include a cognitohazard that creates a compulsion to check an affected user’s feed of content on the platform. Affected individuals will refresh their feeds dozens of times a day, spending a large percentage of their free time focused on the social media platform. Failure to refresh the feed can lead to elevated feelings of anxiety, and a general sense of impending doom. Additionally, information contained within posts on SCP-7830 is retained in an affected individual’s memory even with amnestic therapy. Twenty-four hours after SCP-7830 first debuted, a post was uploaded that announced the platform would be undergoing a change. Within moments of the above post, a press conference was livestreamed to YouTube on the channel VKTM Insights.3 VKTM Viber Press Conference Transcript 23 July 2023 [A humanoid individual wearing a silk blouse and a bandage around her eyes sits behind a folding table with numerous microphones set up in front of her.4 Blood can be seen dripping down her face and splattering the table throughout the stream. Behind her is sitting a large stylized V made up of disconnected lines against a black background.] Mari MacPhaerson: Good morning, my name is Mari MacPhaerson. Until this morning I was the Vice President of Public Relations at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. But now, I reveal myself to the world as the new owner of Viber, the social media platform that is taking this country by storm. Unknown male voice: Can you tell us more about this new logo, Mari? Mari MacPhaerson: You bet your sweet patootie, I can. Thanks for the question, Jim. By the way, if you interrupt me again, I’ll have your tongue cut out on camera. [An obvious laugh track can be heard.] Mari MacPhaerson: But enough jokes. You want to know about the logo. Who wouldn’t? It’s swell isn’t it? Very cool. Way cooler than a little birdie or some other cutesy thing, right? I know I’m right, because I designed it. That’s right, she’s not just an entrepreneur ladies and gentlemen of the press, she’s got brains too. The secret to VKTM graphic design, you’re looking at her. Mari MacPhaerson: But you want to know more. Well, who wouldn’t love those simple lines? That stark white on a black background? Like the symbol of a freedom fighter spray painted on the walls of the dictatorship that oppressed them. That’s what the V stands for, people – Victory, Valiant, Veracity. We are the ones telling you the truth while those other social media platforms are filled with the maniac drivel of billionaires, the lies told by Washington, the misinformation by religious leaders. This is the new age, get used to it. Mari MacPhaerson: I am become meme, destroyer of bullshit. End of Transcript After the press conference, MacPhaerson sent out three posts to SCP-7830 in short succession: The tone of MacPhaerson’s posts (and that of any official media for SCP-7830) began to change over the next twenty-four hours. In the brief period prior to the rebranding, the official account of the platform and MacPhaerson focused on updates concerning Vikander-Kneed Technical Media products. After the rebranding, the posts seemed to cover a variety of subject from MacPhaerson’s personal opinions. Metatron.AIC began cloning its consciousness to monitor and contain any posts on SCP-7830 that threatened to sabotage normalcy. Numerous posts in the following week involved MacPhaerson’s apparent obsession with false identities and bot accounts. During this period, several thousand accounts were suspended for “bot activity” despite zero indication of such activity taking place. In fact, not one of the accounts used by Metatron.AIC was suspended for “bot activity” and Mari MacPhaerson even sent a private message on the platform to one of these accounts with the body of the message consisting solely of a “winking smiley face” emoji. As before, within moments of the above post to the platform a press conference was livestreamed to YouTube on the channel VKTM Insights.5 V Press Conference Transcript 30 July 2023 [The broadcast begins directly in the middle of MacPhaerson answering a question. As before she is sitting in front of a large stylized V logo, but this time on a blue circular background representing the Veracity mark.] Mari MacPhaerson: – I don’t give a shit, who owns this company? I think I know the right way to run my company, Jim. “Jim”: [Mumbles unintelligibly.] Mari MacPhaerson: Well, that’s to be expected without your tongue. Now, can I continue my press conference? “Jim”: [Mumbles unintelligibly.] Mari MacPhaerson: Thank you. Like I was trying to say, the service we offer with the Veracity mark is to prove that you’re who you say you are. And once you can do that, we can offer you so many benefits. This is a service, like any other! Millions of people will pay for the right to earn creator monetization, send longer Vs, and get preferential messaging! The feed will prioritize veracity-d accounts, isn’t that worth the price? “Jim”: [Mumbles unintelligibly.] Mari MacPhaerson: [Sighs] Yes. We do take credit cards. End of Transcript Numerous posts on the platform complained about preferential access to information, the cluttering of the feed with accounts with the Veracity mark, and the questionable verification process that any accounts deciding to get Veracity would go through.6 SCP-7830 Research Debrief – Department of Memetics Site-43 office of Lillian Lillihammer – 31 July 2023 [Lillihammer is staring at her smartphone.] Dr. Lillihammer: Do you think Clef really joined this stupid site? Dr. Blank: I mean… he’s basically an idiot. But he’s also a trained assassin, so he’s got to be competent in something. Even money I’d say. [Lillihammer laughs.] Blank: How’re you doing? Lillihammer: Fucking peachy. Blank: Come on, it can’t be that bad. It’s just social media posts. You’d already be doing that. Lillihammer: I guarantee I wouldn’t be. I don’t even own a smartphone, Harry. Blank: You mean you didn’t used to own one. Lillihammer: Yes. Fuck. Look at this shit! [Dr. Lillihammer holds out the smartphone for Dr. Blank to see. He shields his eyes.] Blank: Nope! No way! Not gonna happen. [Lillihammer relents and puts the smartphone face down on the desk.] Lillihammer: This is the worst SCP ever. Blank: You volunteered for it! I’m sure Wettle could have done it. I’ve read the reports, it’s mostly summarizing. Lillihammer: I thought it would be interesting! I thought there would be memetics. Well… there are some memetics but just enough to burn every post you see into your forebrain. Blank: Don’t forget the compulsion. Lillihammer: Compulsion anomalies! What amateur crap. I spend hours looking at that damn thing, scrolling and scrolling. All of it up here. [Lillihammer taps her temple forcibly.] Lillihammer: And all I see is another CEO being a moron for everyone to see. Blank: You haven’t learned anything? Lillihammer: Not a goddamn thing on that site is worth reporting. Blank: So, a lot like any other social media platforms. Lillihammer: I hate VKTM. End of Transcript Shortly after the launch of the Veracity campaign, users found that they could not open their phones without first logging into SCP-7830.7 Many thousands of users reset their devices to factory settings, only to discover that SCP-7830 would still be uploaded to the device and would still require login to open the phone. Within twenty-four hours, the login process changed to allow for push advertising immediately after opening the phone. Notifications from SCP-7830 were co-opted for these advertisements, forcing users to click through several dozen promos – originally ads from established corporations and business interests, but gradually receding over the first few days until all promos were of VKTM products – before utilizing the application or using the phone for other reasons. It was noted quickly that individuals who paid for the Veracity service in order to impersonate a celebrity began to change in appearance and behavior to a surface level approximation of that celebrity. This was further complicated by the fact that a user who tried to impersonate a corporation or brand began to change in appearance such that they would look inhuman or display anomalous attributes such as pupils in the shape of trademarked iconography. Site-43 Director McInnis mobilized several dozen task forces to deal with this problem, amnesticizing or containing individuals who had begun to resemble corporate mascot or logos. Within three days, over three thousand suddenly anomalous entities were in containment across the continental United States8 and many thousands were amnesticized. In the midst of this containment activity, Foundation informants revealed that several Hollywood production companies and studios were attempting to utilize this anomalous effect to their benefit. Several individuals who had been altered to resemble actors of note were hired by Universal, Sony, Warner Bros. and the like to serve as backup actors for the actual celebrities. This prompted another mobilization by Foundation forces to detain any employees involved in or aware of this plan, contain SCP-7830 users that had become doubles of celebrities, and amnesticize any witnesses. The Department of Procurement and Liquidation was preparing a proposal to buy out the control of any studio or production house utilizing this technique, in order to assist in the containment of SCP-7830’s side effects, when verification anomalies suddenly ceased to manifest. Individuals who had been changed were returned to their previous locations and appearances without any memory of the events, even those in containment.9 To: Director Allan J. McInnis10 From: Mari MacPhaerson Subject: - Sorry about that, won’t happen again. Sincerely, Mari MacPhaerson, Chief Executive Officer of V To: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer From: Director Allan J. McInnis Subject: Come on Lillian, I can’t believe I have to say this but don’t engage with the anomaly you’ve been assigned to monitor and research. Alan J. McInnis Director of Site-43 To: Director Allan J. McInnis From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: RE: Come on Fine. According to embedded agents at the Securities and Exchange Commission, the agency has no record of V, or Vikander-Kneed Technical Media for that matter.11 MacPhaerson continued in this manner for several more weeks, making claims without any factual basis. Engagement numbers released by the official V account stated that user numbers had only ever grown since the service's debut. Background observation of smartphone usages by Metatron.AIC showed that by 1 October 2023, only ten million accounts were active on the platform. To: Dr. Harry Blank From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: Look at this shit We know there’s only ten million active accounts! It’s like she’s lost her mind. To: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer From: Dr. Harry Blank Subject: RE: Look at this shit She’s an anomalous being who has shown complete disregard for the physical laws of baseline reality and logic. Maybe this is her going sane. Honestly, maybe we should get you reassigned. To: Dr. Harry Blank From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: RE: RE: Look at this shit Not a chance. MacPhaerson began a campaign to arrange a prize fight between herself and dado, posting on the topic fifteen times in less than one week. Posts were made about MacPhaerson’s weightlifting and nutrition routines, about her training regimen, and how she would eventually celebrate her win. Videos were uploaded showing MacPhaerson lifting weights and sparring with boxing professionals. But on 10 October, 2023, MacPhaerson uploaded the following: MacPhaerson’s posts became frantic over the next few hours, full of contradictions and outlandish promises. Following the above messages, and multiple others not reproduced here, MacPhaerson’s account went silent for three days. In the previous eighty-five days of existence, MacPhaerson had never failed to post at least one daily update. On 19 October, 2023, the following message was posted. To: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer From: Dr. Harry Blank Subject: Hallelujah! Free at last! After an outburst12 in the Site-43 third sublevel main cafeteria, Dr. Lillihammer was detained and put on administrative leave with pay for a period of no less than two weeks. The monitoring of SCP-7830 will be reassigned to Dr. Wettle. Footnotes 1. The format of posts is similar to Twitter or Tumblr, two popular well established social media platforms. 2. This included phones that were incapable of running the software, forcing many thousands of owners to reset to factory settings. 3. This channel did not exist prior to the stream session, but nevertheless over three hundred thousand users watched it live. 4. No logos of existing news services are evident on the microphones and Foundation personnel have not found any evidence of any news service attending this event. 5. Attempts to have this channel removed from YouTube have failed, as the corporation does not even recognize the channel identifier or admit that any such channel is in existence. 6. Verification process through Veracity only requires an acceptable payment form. No attempt is made by the process to actually verify any information about the user. 7. The details of this process cannot be verified, as no change in programming can be detected that would lead to this result. 8. This anomalous effect did not manifest for users from other countries utilizing the Veracity service in this way. 9. The expenditure of resources to mount the containment of the individuals noted above was well above ten million Euros. 10. It is unclear how MacPhaerson was able to send a message directly through SCiPNet. 11. VKTM is not a registered corporation in any of the fifty United States of America, or in any other nation so far as Site-43 researchers can establish. 12. 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SCP-7831 | esoteric-class | ITEM #: 7831 CONTAINMENT CLASS: HAZARDOUS Fig 1.1: SCP-7831 instance recovered by military personnel of the USS Henry Ford, Sasebo, Japan, 1996. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Commercial and recreational fishing laws have been implemented independent of the Foundation by the Ministry of Health, Labour, and Welfare. These laws require all fish caught within the waters surrounding Minamata Bay out to 200 nautical miles be screened by port officials prior to being brought ashore. These laws form the basis for Cover Story "Infectious Marine Parasites", which was disseminated to national and local media outlets across the island of Kyūshū, Japan under the guidance of the defunct Ministry for Human Studies. Additionally, public health ordinances were passed by the National Diet of Japan regarding the outbreak of Minamata disease between the years of 1932 and 1968. Due to the historically limited resources available to the Foundation, the organisation was not responsible for the implementation of these procedures. Further information regarding the Foundation's understanding of the various cover stories implemented by the Japanese government can be accessed here. The bodies of LCpl Malcolm Jefferson, PFC Michael Higgins, and PFC Kenneth Jackson remain the legal property of the United States of America. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7831 refers to a species of lampriform fish, externally resembling members of the family Regalecidae. Despite this superficial appearance, SCP-7831 possesses an internal morphology derived from a human anatomy adapted for a pelagic marine environment. Genetic testing conducted on various tissue samples confirms that SCP-7831 contains DNA belonging to modern homo sapiens. Identifiable adaptations to otherwise terrestrial human anatomy include the following: Internal displacement of vital organs and the absolute majority of viscera to the body's anterior. Fusing of all bones below the jaw, including legs, arms, and pelvis, into a substantially elongated vertebral column. Extension of each individual vertebrae to form spines covered by a thin film of skin running tranverse along the verterbral column. Eversion of the entire respiratory system, which is displaced through the throat, before penetrating the skin's surface to create a series of branchia with sufficient surface area for aquatic respiration. Bioaccumulation of quicksilver within the liver and bloodstream to a point which ordinarily would be considered lethal for humans and most marine organisms. The flesh of SCP-7831 will, upon ingestion by a human, result in the reversal of organismal senescence causing the subject to cease biological aging. This has primarily been observed through the rejuvenation of the subject's physical health and repairing of existing tissue damage, but the process is otherwise poorly understood. ADDENDUM 7831.1: THE NINGYO TAPE The earliest known efforts to catalogue and analyse the existence of SCP-7831 were undertaken by the defunct Ministry for Human Studies, an organisation founded by the Japanese government after the Great War and devoted to studying the evolutionary history of humanity. The Foundation would not become actively involved in the containment of SCP-7831 until the events of the USS Henry Ford Incident. Between the early 1920s and the late 1980s, the Ministry for Human Studies subsidised the education for rural students attending marine biology courses at Kumamoto University. These courses functioned as a discreet method of recruiting future personnel for the Ministry for Human Studies and it is widely believed that the students were actively involved in researching phenomena which would now be regarded as anomalous in the present day. In January 1994, the Foundation acquired a videotape from Kumamoto University, detailing the Ministry's investigation into the existence of the Ningyo; a legendary creature often represented in Japanese literary traditions as possessing the physical characteristics of both a fish and a human. For accessibility purposes, the contents therein have been reproduced as a series of transcripts below: After displaying the logo of the Ministry for Human Studies, the video dissolves into the following frame: Fig 1.2: Still frame from the Ningyo tape. The video lingers on the frame for ten seconds, before fading into the interview. Nobuo is reclined against a wall and holds a dangling cigarette between his fingers. The sprawling urban mass of Minamata spans the horizon. Notable landmarks — including the Shin Nichitsu Chisso Factory and Minamata Bay — can easily be isolated between the crowded buildings. Fujita Nobuo: Chisso Factory? I'll tell you, that was the most stressful job of my entire life. My work was under near constant scrutiny and revision from the executives at Shin Nichitsu. I'd drive an hour to the site of the plant each day, only to be informed by a nervous executive with thinning hair that I'd need to revise my designs and make changes to previous blueprints. A new chemical vat here. Another ventilation unit there. They even had the sheer audacity to make me wait three weeks for a high-voltage electrical transformer to be shipped from overseas. They kept this game up for months and months. It wasn't just parts that changed on a whim either. Each week, I'd be responsible for a new crew, and I'm not talking about staggered shifts. One week, I'd be working with a crew based out of Kumamoto, and the very next day, it'd be some fresh-faced boys who were bused from Hokkaido on the other side of the country. He pauses, inhaling on his cigarette, before continuing. Fujita Nobuo: Initially, I was hired on a contract for six months to design a simple chemical production plant for Shin Nichitsu. Nitrates or fertiliser? Something like that. Regardless, it was supposed to be a quick and tidy job, yet it soon became anything but. It took an entire year and a half before their bosses were finally satisifed with my designs. By that point, the factory had expanded tenfold and would eventually be responsible for half of all the jobs in Minamata. I always strive for some balance between industry and aesthetics in my designs, but Chisso— I thought it was this sprawling monstrosity; giant smokestacks choked with black fumes, consuming the hills and forests as far as the eye could see. I only got to go inside once when I was done. All three stories standing above the ground were densely packed with twisting tubes, each one filled with viscous sludge. There were stacks of foreign electrical equipment from France, connecting to every vat, furnace, and boiler throughout the factory. The wastewater was filtered through some new American invention that was supposedly capable of separating any industrial waste from the effluent pouring out into the Bay. There wasn't a single corner that Shin Nichitsu wouldn't cut if it would save them money. He pauses again and redirects his attention to a series of passing trucks, watching as they enter the city limits. A military ensign depicting a red rising sun is emblazoned across their canvas canopies. Fujita Nobuo: It was stressful, but I kept all that to myself since they were paying me well above the industry standard for it. Despite all of the money in my pocket, I couldn't help but feel a great unease whilst I was working on Chisso. There was a great deal of chaos to the whole project. It was formless, without consistent shape or apparent design. Fluid and amorphous, the executives would make sweeping changes to my designs as if influenced by unseen strings. The worst part of it all? There was a single element of the design that never once changed. It was the factory's waste storage compartment; this great industrial vat beneath the factory floor that extended some fifty feet beneath the concrete foundations. The company's "senior partners" were personally involved with the installation, pulling in some poor crew from the military to secure this immense bulkhead over the structure. Just looking at that drain cover made me sick to the stomach— From offscreen, Nobuo is interrupted, as the interviewer asks if he ever saw anyone making deliveries to the factory. He turns to look at the crew member before answering. Fujita Nobuo: That's the strangest thing. Over the year and a half that I worked there, I never once saw a single civilian truck entering the factory to deliver chemicals. Not that it mattered, since their requests never included anything resembling a functional storage depot; only an export and shipping terminal. Nobuo pointedly stubs his cigarette out on the wall and turns back to the camera. Fujita Nobuo: As for why that was, I suppose you'd have to go ahead and ask their "senior partners".1 The audio track quietly fades into the sounds of soft, rolling waves as the following image appears: Fig 1.3: Still frame from the Ningyo tape. Instead of proceeding to a recording of a live interview, the tape continues to display the image of Matsuda Fumiko. The background footage consists of a looped clip of Minamata Bay at low tide, accompanied once more by the sound of gentle waves. This audio track recedes in volume as Fumiko begins to speak. Matsuda Fumiko: There is something deeply wrong in Minamata and nobody cares to tell us the truth. Not Shin Nichitsu, not the military, not even our own government. Most of my family aren't native to the city. My mother's family moved from Izumi in the south shortly after the war was over, whilst my father relocated from Tsunagi to the city looking for work after graduating from university. He was eventually employed by Shin Nichitsu, but I spent the earliest years of my childhood living in Tsunagi with relatives. My earliest memories of Minamata are dominated by the smell. I always thought the city smelled rancid, but now I think it smells even worse than I ever imagined. I get excited just at the thought of going on vacation to visit family living outside of the city. Unlike Tsunagi and Izumi, it never smells of the sea here; it just reeks of dead fish and acrid chemicals burning at the back of your throat. Each night, my mother lights incense sticks as she prays, often joking that there isn't a single kami that would willingly call this city home. The incense keeps the smell away for some time, but it always returns with the morning. It is always worst just after sunrise, when the factory closes until the following evening. There is a short pause in the video tape. It is assumed that the question asked of Fumiko contained sensitive information and was therefore censored. Matsuda Fumiko: You — [pause] — you want to know how I found it? I was taking Wanta for a walk along a cleaner part of the Bay that morning, when she suddenly began to bark and growl in the direction of the beach. She's normally such a calm dog, and I was shocked to see her snapping like that. Before I could call her back, she ran down towards the sea. I chased after her— and that's when I saw it. It was half-buried in the sand and I could only make out its pink skin and a tail. I crouched down beside the thing and slowly turned it over with Wanta's stick. At first, I thought it was just a strange fish, but I couldn't believe it when I saw— Fumiko breaks off into a choking noise, followed by an audible gag, and the sound of a crinkling paper bag. The interview pauses for several seconds before resuming. Matsuda Fumiko: —It had a person's face. The video's audio abruptly cuts out and the video fades to a black screen. The following text appears: In 1959, the Ministry for Human Studies acquired the corpse of an unidentified animal that had washed ashore of Minamata Bay. The corpse was subsequently relocated to Kumamoto University for further study. Once again, the tape displays the logo of the Ministry for Human Studies, before presenting a verbal warning: All subsequent material is the explicit property of the Ministry for Human Studies and is suitable for internal distribution in concert with our international partners. Any external distribution of the following materials is a punishable offence. The video opens with the camera focused upon a vast and empty expanse of the ocean's surface. The caption beneath reads: In 1962, the Ministry for Human Studies launched their remotely operated underwater vehicle, Ryūjin, on an exploration of the Okinawa Trough, an oceanic basin situated south of Kyūshū. The camera rapidly descends beneath the surface of the ocean. The surrounding area is quickly plunged into darkness as the vehicle descends further, eventually reaching a point of complete darkness. The subtitles read: Ryūjin has approached a depth of 200m, the beginning of the mesopelagic zone. Only a single percentage of all light from above has managed to penetrate the water column. The camera drifts and bobs as Ryūjin is carried along by unseen tidal currents. It continues to descend further into the water column at an accelerated pace. An audible click can be heard as the ROV switches on a beam of light, scanning the ocean before it. A large octopus swims past the vehicle, followed by a series of drifting jellyfish. The vehicle settles for a moment as the beam of light focuses. Floating particles and debris descend through the camera's field of view. The text reads: At the base of the mesopelagic zone, there is no light. All of the animals residing at this depth are blind and rely upon their other senses for survival; taste, smell, and electroreceptors. The particulates drifting by the lens are referred to as marine snow, a continous shower of organic debris falling from above. It is the primary source of food within the mesopelagic. As the vehicle continues to observe the marine snow, something can be seen moving into frame from the distance. As it edges into the camera's view, the animal's silhouette becomes clearer. It possesses an undulating and sinous frame. Emerging from the depths, the creature regards the camera with a single eye, revealing the following image: Fig 1.4: Still frame from the Ningyo tape.2 The animal turns away from the vehicle and its appearance becomes clearer as the powerful beam of light from the vehicle is no longer reflected back into the camera's aperture. It has a piscine form, but possesses a distinct neck that seperates its head from the torso. The animal flexs its lengthy body and the camera captures a pair of arms emerging from the torso, its hands grasping at passing debris. The caption simply reads: A Ningyo. As the fish disappears from view, the ROV begins to follow after it. The vehicle slowly approaches the walls of the oceanic trough, casting long shadows as the vehicle's torch-beam illuminates the murky depths of the ocean. The camera pivots, observing the fish dart between an opening in the wall as it disappears entirely from sight. The ROV attempts to navigate through the gap but fails to fit inside. The vehicle's beam of light scans the opening, revealing a group of the animals within the cavern. They raise their humanoid heads and turn towards the source of light, before swimming past the camera. A tearing sound can be heard and the ROV begins to plummet through the water for several minutes. It lands with a thudding crack, bringing up a cloud of dust and sand. The torch from the vehicle flickers and briefly reveals a group of shadows approaching the vehicle before the camera fails. In June of 1963, the Ministry for Human Studies successfully recovered the Ryūjin from the seafloor of the Okinawa Trough. The vehicle was discovered 2,716 metres beneath the surface of the ocean, resting atop a marine sediment predominantly consisting of a thick, silvered ooze. Long, furrowed marks were discovered along the umbilical cord which tethered the ROV to the surface point. The cavernous space could not be relocated. The tape proceeds to show a series of small, wooden tablets. Each one is roughly the length of a person's hand and are badly damaged by exposure to the elements. The image fades away and is replaced with a black screen, which displays the following text: These mokkan were discovered during an excavation of an ancient ceremonial site in western Kyūshū in 1971. The vast majority were of little concern, consisting of shipping tags and informal accounts of fishing inventories. However, a select number of the mokkan were identifed as being far older than the rest. Written in Old Japanese, these worn tablets date to the Nara period, during the early 8th century, and recount a variant of a traditional myth regarding the creation of the Japanese archipelago: “The birth of one invites the death of another. His wife’s harrowing cries yet still echoed in the ears of Izanagi. Her body, scarred and burned, lay across his lap. The squalling bundle of limbs whom he might have once called his son was covered in water-soaked reeds. It was a detestable and accursed infant, covered in blazing sores and burnt skin. Held between rage and grief, Izanagi drew his blade and beheaded his offspring, silencing its cries in an instant. He turned his back upon the bodies and ran an oilcloth across the length of his blade, entirely disregarding of the divine ichor which dripped from the sword's edge. Kagutsuchi, kami of flame, was dead, and yet his divine flesh gave rise to eight twisted deities. They crawled forth from his severed corpse and pledged oaths of loyalty to their father. Though twisted in appearance, they were benevolent in nature, and Izanagi granted them safe passage to descend to the surface below and reunite with their siblings. As Izanagi wiped his blade free of his own son's blood, the accursed droplets of silver ichor dripped from the heavens to the land beneath, falling like torrential rain upon the eight great islands, and the seas encompassing them. In the polluted ichor's presence, the seas turned black and frothed with a foul foam, whilst the soil of the land became salted and barren. Fields of rice withered and spoiled as deformed fish washed ashore from the depths, each one horribly swollen with countless writhing parasites. As the land and seas were polluted, the people of the islands fell into despair. They prayed to their deities for salvation and deliverence, but the children of Izanagi and Izanami were sworn to silence by their father as he plied the underworld in a desperate search for his wife's immortal spirit. A period of great despair and grief consumed the people of the eight islands. Starving and thirsty, many resorted to consuming the distended fish and diseased rice, inviting the accumulated pollution of the silver ichor into their own bodies. Those who did so became disfigured and monstrous. Just as it was with the gods, son slew mother, and father slew son in retribution. The divine pollution spread throughout the islands and entire communities withered in its presence. Despite the explicit orders of Izanagi, his inadvertant children could not watch the suffering of their people, and so descended to the surface in the guise of men, women, and great serpents. Those benevolent kami, born unwillingly of the accursed ichor, knew well the state of their own defilement, and so shared the sacred cleansing rituals of the divines with the people of the land. The ritual of misogi cleansed the land, sea, and even their own bodies of the pollution, and their divine knowledge was borne throughout the eight islands. In return, the people of the eight islands swore a steadfast vow to never venture into the lands that remained thick with the foul effluvia of a cursed, ever-dying god. Even now, as the kami return to the heavens above, we keep to these ancient truths.” The Ministry for Human Studies believes this story to be an ancient oral history belonging to the ancestral peoples of Japan, recalling the forgotten existence of the Dai-Shinboku.3 The video lingers on the following frame for several seconds: Fig 1.5: Still frame from the Ningyo tape. The tape then proceeds to an interview with Katō Katsunobu, a researcher for the Ministry for Human Studies and faculty member at Kumamoto University. The faint hum of halogen lighting is audible over Katsunobu's voice. The previous image remains on-screen throughout the entire duration of the interview. Katō Katsunobu: Compared to those we recently observed near Okinawa, the corpse is far more visibly "human". Subject is 51cm in length and weighs 3.5kg. It retains many vestigial humanoid features, including bodily hairs, individual fingers, and external ears. The tail of this particular specimen has been determined to consist of fused leg bones; akin to that formed by a human embryo in the earliest stages of foetal development. Its bones are soft and pliable, whilst the the aforementioned hairs are most similar to unpigmented neonatal lanugo. He pauses and a loud, wet noise is audible. Katō Katsunobu: My researchers arrived at the conclusion that the corpse would have possessed extremely poor vision and hearing, regardless of whether it inhabitated a terrestrial or marine environment. The ears retain the external design of a terrestrial animal, but the conductive tissues are clearly adapted for detecting sound waves propagating through a fluid medium. The eyes are somewhere between that of a terrestrial and aquatic mammal as the pupil is capable of contorting into a wider shape. Additionally, the corpse suffers from severe atrophy within the musculature of the arms and scapula. As such, it would have been incapable of supporting its own body weight upon land. He pauses again and another loud, wet noise can be heard. It is assumed that Katsunobu is returning the corpse to its original position. Katō Katsunobu: The discoloured green skin, initially described as a rich pink by the girl who found the corpse, was in the process of peeling away from the surface of the face, torso, and upper limbs. What she described as "pink skin" is actually a number of subdermal scales with pink colouration erupting through the epidermis. It was determined that the corpse would have been entirely incapable of sustained aquatic respiration. The lungs, whilst adapted for retaining large quantities of oxygen, remain terrestrial and are insufficient for filtering dissolved oxygen from water. Additionally, the specimen's lungs were filled with a mixture of electrolytes, lipid fats, and urea suspended within a solution of water. We also took note of elevated concentrations of quicksilver within the corpse's bloodstream and liver, assumedly derived from water pollution within Minamata Bay. At the end of the video, a subtitle reads: The Ministry for Human Studies has elected to label the deceased specimen as Stage Ni, whilst the live specimens have been designated as Stage San. Future endeavours are to focus on locating evidence to support the existence of the hypothesised Stage Shi. ADDENDUM 7831.2: THE USS HENRY FORD INCIDENT Between November 1995 and April 1996, the USS Henry Ford was stationed in Sasebo, Nagasaki Prefecture, Kyūshū as vital modernisations were being carried out at the nuclear-powered supercarrier's home port in Yokosuka, Kanagawa Prefecture.4 During this time, the crew were permitted to engage in an extended period of shore leave and partook in varied recreational activities. One of these activities was surf fishing, a recreational sport which was popular across the rocky beaches of Sasebo. On March 29th, 1996, PFC Michael Higgins successfully caught a large, unidentified fish, measuring approximately seven metres in length. Unwilling to abandon such an enormous and strange catch, he and the other military personnel on the beach took a picture posing with the fish, before hauling it up the wash and smuggling it aboard the USS Henry Ford at night. Upon boarding the vessel, the head chef of the USS Henry Ford permitted Higgins to store the fish's corpse in the ship's freezer overnight as the men hoped to use it in a prank before taking further pictures with the immense carcass. After hanging his catch up with the assistance of two other personnel, LCpl Malcolm Jefferson and PFC Kenneth Jackson, Higgins made a sarcastic remark that the catch would make for good sushi as the crew would ordinarily cook and eat any fish caught while surf fishing. The following morning, all crew aboard the USS Henry Ford were ordered to remain in their quarters until further notice whilst any crew that were still ashore were refused permission to board the vessel. Three other members of the crew; Michael Higgins, Malcolm Jefferson, and Kenneth Jackson, were confined to the ship's emergency room and were not permitted to receive any visitors. The following records were acquired by the Foundation from the United States government after their declassification under the Public Information Act of 1966, a package of legislation affecting the disclosure of federal records, which was issued by President Robert F. Kennedy. MESSAGE LOGS OF THE USS HENRY FORD | DATE: JAN1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED THE DCHA HAS SEEN FIT TO ISSUE PERMIT ITEM #0982: "NINGYO" PRIORITY: SILVER DIRECTIVE: ACQUIRE SPECIMEN FOR FUTURE STUDY LIASE W/ MUTUAL CONTACTS FOR FRTHR DETAILS | DATE: JAN1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED ACKNOWLEDGED RELATED TO QUICKSILVER POISONING? | DATE: JAN1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED CORRECT DESPITE ALSO OUTLAWING SUBSTANCE JAPAN CONTINUES TO REPORT INCIDENTS SUSPECT IRMINSUL CONTAMINANT | DATE: JAN1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED UNDERSTOOD WILL LIASE W/ CONTACTS | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED REMOTE SUBMERSIBLE DISPATCHED TO 2000M THREE SPECIMENS CAUGHT EXPIRED UPON RESURFACING AGES DETERMINED: 184, 342, 653 ADVISE? | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED ACKNOWLEDGED ACCURACY OF AGE? | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED OBSERVATION OF OTOLITH RINGS ANNUAL GROWTH IS CONSISTENT ELDEST SPECIMEN WAS 11M LONG ELEVATED CONCENTRATION OF QUICKSILVER IN BLOOD VESTIGIAL LIMBS PRESENT IN HINDQUARTERS | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED RAW OR FULGURATED QUICKSILVER? | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED SUSPECTED RAW QUICKSILVER CONTAMINATION SEVERAL REFINERIES WITHIN KYUSHU AGES INCONSISTENT WITH HUMAN PROCESSING HISTORICAL QUICKSILVER PRESENCE | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED ACKNOWLEDGED UPDATE TO DIRECTIVES OBTAIN LIVE SPECIMEN FOR TRANSFER TO HOME PORT | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS LIVE SUBJECTS ACQUIRED | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS ELABORATE? | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS NOT BIRTHED, BUT MADE ANEW EXPOSURE TO QUICKSILVER INDUCES CHANGES | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS UNDERSTOOD ARE THE SUBJECTS CONTAINED? | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS CONTAINED IN HOLDING TANKS PROVIDED BY CONTACTS QUARANTINED THE SHIP INFORM NEXT OF KIN? ADVISE | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS ACKNOWLEDGED CAPTAIN WILL BE INFORMED TO SAIL FOR HOME PORT LET US HANDLE THE REST SENESCENCE EVENT Video Log Transcript Date: 30/3/1996 Participants: Dr. David Clark, Chief Medical Officer Dr. Clark enters the emergency room of the USS Henry Ford. The room is empty aside from an attending nurse and three bodies which lie in military cots at the end of the room. Though obscured by a set of thick curtains, the silhouettes of the bodies can be observed writhing, twitching, and twisting. Dr. Clark asks a question to a person located outside of the camera's view, assumed to be the attending nurse, before approaching the first cot. He sits down beside them, the pair remaining seperated by the curtain. Dr. Clark: I know it might be difficult in your current condition, but please tell me everything you can remember, Private Higgins. Laboured breathing is audible over the microphone as the obscured figure attempts to turn its head in the direction of Dr. Clark's voice. Private Higgins: I-I can't see. I can hardly hear you, doc. The air, it burns my lungs. Every inch of my skin crawls. It feels like somebody is pulling at my bones, yanking them out of place, and resetting them at the wrong angle. [pauses]. Am I dying? Dr. Clark: Private, it's important that we figure out what is happening to you first. The nurse has diagnosed you with acute quicksilver poisoning, a dangerous and life-threatening disease. I need to know how it got into your body. Private Higgins: We— we ate the fish, but it wasn't no fish. Too chewy; all sinew and stringed flesh. Jackson was the first to notice it— his tattoo had vanished. Jefferson was next, he'd gashed his leg open while carrying our fishing poles back to the ship. By morning, there wasn't a single mark on his body. Dr. Clark nods and turns his head, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. Dr. Clark: When did you notice your own changes, Higgins? Private Higgins clears his throat, heaving and audibly retching. One of the men in the adjacent cots lets out a scream of pain, which is swiftly punctured by a loud gurgling sound. Private Higgins: I woke up and my skin was turning pink. I remembered the briefing about the locals in the south suffering from a strange disease. I didn't know what was happening and I just- I panicked. Then, there was a knock at my door, and two men in hazmat suits muscled their way in. They injected something into me and then I woke up here like this. [pauses] The nurse keeps slathering damp towels on my neck. I can't feel my legs anymore. It hurts so much, doc— Please. Dr. Clark: I'm afraid I can't do that, Private. Dr. Clark withdraws the curtain. The nurse in the back hurriedly vacates the emergency room. Private Higgins having assumedly lost the ability to use his vocal chords has been rendered unable to speak and simply stares up at the ceiling with clouded eyes. His skin is covered in scale-like growths and his arms have jagged, piscine fins made from hardened skin, but remain humanoid and terminate in hands of webbed fingers. Higgins gurgled audibly as his gills pulsate, his body writhing in the cot. The USS Henry Ford Incident was publicly reported to be the first incident of quicksilver poisoning involving American citizens since it was subjected to a nation-wide ban as part of the Quicksilver Control Act of 1992. The legislation was passed in the closing years of the first Clinton administration, following years of rising concern over the hazardous effects which quicksilver production had on the public's health. The bodies of the three victims were interred in lead-lined coffins at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, in order to prevent any contamination of the surrounding environment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7831" by Cyvstvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7831. Licensed under CC-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: Ningyo.png Name: Giant_Oarfish.jpg Author: Wm. Leo Smith License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Edited by Cyvstvi. Filename: Nobuo.png Author: Cyvstvi License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: A Japanese man smoking a cigar during Relocation - NARA - 195541.jpg Author: Unknown author (Franklin D. 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This part of the videotape suffers from extensive damage owing to the magnetic tape having been immersed in salt water prior to acquisiton. 3. From Japanese: Dai-Shinboku, literally Great Sacred Tree. 4. The ship is named in honour of the 28th president of the United States and former business magnate, Henry Ford. |
SCP-7832 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ I have an Author Page! Number? Seventy-eight. Thirty-two. Classification? Euclid. Tricky. Containment? Brevity. Conservative. Actions? Words. Three. Singular. Mandatory. Enforced. Fully. Expressive. Concepts. Written. Typed. Spoken. Recorded. Shared. Approved. Everyone. Everywhere. Foundation. Document. Easiest. Comprehends. Speech. Difficult. Caution. Language? Any. Indiscriminate. Anomaly? Visit. Cell. Daily. Hourly. Anyone. Security. Clearance? Medium. Violate? Complexity. Disaster. Breach? Ritual. Personnel. Recital. Simultaneous. Orchestrated. Just. Three. Words. Repeated. Measured. Clear. Construction. Example. Recent. Description? Entity. Amalgamation. Origin? Unknown. Reticent. Species? Singular. Theory. Intelligent. Impatient. Dissatisfied. Restless. Constructive. Ceaseless. Complexity. More. Always. Additions. Everything. Everywhere. Knotted. Twisted. Suffocation. Dangerous. Overgrowth. Calamity. Hostile? No. Counterproductive. Weakness? Discovered. Minimalism. Enforced. Results? Positive! Activities? Reduced. Manageable. Addendums? Tests. Few. Words. Quantity? Experiment. None? Failure. Escaped. One? Cruelty. Avoid. Two? Insufficient. Suffers. Four? Excessive. Breach. Three? Balanced. Perfect. Reliable. Secure. Conclusive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7832" by Mister_Toasty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7832. Licensed under CC-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: -_complexity_(1)_-_Flickr_-_nerovivo Name: - complexity (1) - Flickr - nerovivo.jpg Author: nerovivo License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7833 | keter | Item #: SCP-7833 SCP-7833 manifesting for Carnival Ponceño. Special Containment Procedures: Manifestations of SCP-7833 are to be monitored by Mobile Task Force Iota-83 ("Aguafiestas"). Members of Iota-83 are to be equipped with a two-way earpiece and a 12-pack of one-milligram benzodiazepine tablets. All members of the task force should consume no more than one milligram of an Anxiolytic based medication before attempting to come into contact with SCP-7833. Although SCP-7833 has not yet manifested or demanifested directly in view of civilians, Iota-83 members are to carry Class-A aerosol amnestics on their person in the event of this possibility. Efforts to contain SCP-7833 are currently ongoing in a joint effort between Facility-20 of the Latin-American Containment Council and Site-81 of the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7833 is a humanoid costumed like a traditional Puerto Rican Vejigante.1 SCP-7833 typically appears to wear bright greens, yellows, and reds alongside a mask with long, protruding, horn-like features. SCP-7833 induces auditory, visual, olfactory, and gustatory hallucinations in human subjects within a 500-meter radius of its presence. These hallucinations include a brighter perception of colors, improved taste and smell of food, and heightened musical appreciation. These effects can be negated upon the ingestion of at least one milligram of an Anxiolytic or anti-anxiety-based medication. The Manifestation of SCP-7833 only occurs during the Carnival2 celebrations in the Puerto Rican municipality of Ponce, when people costumed like Vejigantes are present. SCP-7833 manifests at the start of any large carnival celebrations in the designated municipality, where it reveals itself by walking out of moving crowds of costumed Vejigantes. The anomaly has been observed to remain present until observance of carnival has concluded, where it then crumbles to non-anomalous ash. SCP-7833 has been shown to possess some degree of sapience, to a level that allows for social interaction with humans. While the entity has mostly avoided interaction with Foundation personnel, it has been observed speaking with civilians under its effects in multiple different languages, including Spanish, English, and Classic Taíno. It often displays a friendly personality, and observed conversations typically end in laughter or dancing between the anomaly and those who speak to it. Despite this, auditory documentation of the anomaly has been unsuccessful, as devices that attempt to record the voice of SCP-7833 cease to function after any attempt at recording. Addendum 7833.1: The following is an abridged log of SCP-7833 manifestations and its interactions with civilians. Year Observation 1992 SCP-7833 approached a female civilian and briefly spoke with her. Prior to engaging SCP-7833 in conversation, the civilian was observed to be standing away from the celebrations on her street and avoiding eye contact with passersbys. SCP-7833 and the civilian spoke for two minutes, after which the civilian was observed to join the celebration and begin to dance with SCP-7833. 1998 SCP-7833 manifested outside Hogar San Miguel, an orphanage in Ponce, with a large plastic container and remained in the edifice until approximately 11:30 PM. Due to the unreliable testimony of children and MTF Iota-83's inability to enter, the details of this manifestation are largely unknown, but most testimonies indicate SCP-7833 shared Dulce de Lechoza3 with the children. 2000 SCP-7833 approached a visibly destitute man sitting in an alleyway and handed him an alcapurria.4 The man stood up and briefly danced with SCP-7833 before joining the passing parade. 2006 SCP-7833 approached a Carnival parade float that had suffered a flat. SCP-7833 left the scene and entered a tire shop a few blocks away, purchased a new tire,5 and carried it back to the driver. SCP-7833 then helped the driver replace the flat with the new tire and proceeded to stand atop the parade float after the vehicle was fixed. 2009 SCP-7833 manifested near a protest demanding increased financial assistance from the American government in the face of the 2008 depression and joined it. SCP-7833 persisted among the protestors for five hours before joining a Carnival parade passing nearby. 2015 SCP-7833 approached a group of civil engineers. It spoke to them for five minutes, with the men smiling throughout the duration of the conversation. A member of MTF Iota-83 recognized the men as being responsible for restoring potable drinking water to Ponce following Hurricane Cristobal. Addendum 7833.2: During 2018's SCP-7833 manifestation, MTF Iota-83 member Juan Valdes was stopped by a civilian while following SCP-7833 in a crowd. This caused Valdes to lose track of SCP-7833, at which point the unidentified civilian (henceforth identified as PoI-1221) engaged Valdes in conversation. Logs of their conversation are attached below. <BEGIN LOG> Valdes: What the hell, cabrón? PoI-1221: What's the rush, friend? Valdes: Damn it! I was following someone and you made me lose them! PoI-1221: That Vejigante? I'm sure there's another one around here somewhere for you to follow. Valdes: You don't understand. I need to follow them. PoI-1221: And why is that? Valdes: You wouldn't understand. PoI-1221: Try me, Agent. Valdes: How did you- [Valdes attempts to reach the rest of the team on his earpiece.] Valdes: This is Valdes. I lost visual on the target and I've been made by one of its colleag- [Static is audible from Valdes' earpiece. It appears to be malfunctioning.] aah, damn it. [There is the sound of slight rustling.] Valdes: Alright, you clearly have something to tell me. So out with it. PoI-1221: These people have been through much. Valdes: Who exactly? [There is silence between the two. Music and people celebrating can be heard in the background.] PoI-1221: Look at the walls. You can still see the damage from the receding waters. [Again there is silence between the two. The continued sounds of music and others celebrating are audible.] PoI-1221: So let them celebrate. Let them find joy in life. That's all my friend asks of you and yours. Valdes: I can't just let him go. PoI-1221: Let him do his thing. He hasn't hurt anyone yet, and he won't. Anyway, I ought to get going. Valdes: Wait! Who are you? PoI-1221: Just someone who cares. [PoI-1221 slips through the crowd and disappears.] <END LOG> Note: Due to SCP-7833's relatively low threat to the veil and overall benign anomalous properties, the Latin American Council has put forward the motion to lower its containment class from Keter to Euclid. The Latin American Council has additionally proposed the shifting in attempts at containment to direct observation instead. This is pending review from the O5 Council. Efforts to locate PoI-1221 are ongoing. Footnotes 1. A Vejigante is a folkloric character in Puerto Rican festival celebrations, mainly seen during Carnival time. The term Vejigante derives from the Spanish words vejiga (bladder) and gigante (giant) due to the custom of blowing up and painting cow bladders as part of Carnival celebrations. In modern times, they are symbols of resistance against colonialism and imperialism. 2. An annual celebration held in Puerto Rico. The celebration lasts one week and it ends on the day before Ash Wednesday. 3. A sweet snack food made of candied papaya and cinnamon. 4. A fried dough made of plantains stuffed with peppers and beef. A popular snack food in Puerto Rico. 5. The means by which SCP-7833 produced the necessary money to do this is currently unknown, as its costume does not possess any visible pockets. 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Licensed under CC-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: carnival.png Name: Vejigante Author: Rian Castillo License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/22265703@N06/3961585244 Notes: Edited by Uncle Nicolini |
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