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SCP-7935 | thaumiel | Item #: 7935 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7935 is to remain on display in wing A7 of Site-357's anomalous artifacts appreciation sector. Located SCP-7935-1 instances are to be uprooted and transported to Site-357 where they are to be placed in the proximity of both SCP-7935 and a grow lamp. Instances are to be watered twice daily, and monitored for unique growth patterns. SCP-7935 Description: SCP-7935 is a forged copy of Szatan by Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz. Though the piece itself is undamaged, it remains in its original frame, which has been warped due to water damage incurred prior to acquisition. SCP-7935-1 denotes certain masses of amalgamated human flesh. Entities consist of up to two arms, two legs, one head,1 and at least one phallus, all contorted around a central mound. Additionally, instances possess both complex rootlike protrusions emanating from their undersides, and cells containing chlorophyll, giving them a mild green hue and allowing them to sustain themselves given ample light and water. Nascent SCP-7935-1 instances have been discovered globally in a wide variety of locations, though most frequently around college campuses and locations with similar demographic makeups. Most instances will be discovered in an earlier state of development, with fewer obvious appendages and paler skin. In 95% of cases, these instances will naturally perish due to malnourishment, incapable of sustaining themselves.2 Notably, the aforementioned effect can be remedied through exposure to SCP-7935, the maintained proximity of which will allow the mounds to swell to and maintain their mature state. Addendum-1: Junior Researcher Turner Flock was recorded musing the following out loud while watering an SCP-7935-1 instance. "Well isn't that a pretty protrusion you have there, fella." He was then observed poking the aforementioned protrusion with his watering can before moving on. Hours after Flock's maintenance, the watered instance began to constrict upon itself, forming a bud-like structure which it remained in for approximately three days. The instance was then observed to unfurl, extending its limbs outward and beyond its container, and in doing so, revealing a human heart that had developed within.3 The instance has remained in this altered state since the event. Investigations into this behavior are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7935" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7935. Licensed under CC-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: mound Name: Szatan Author: Ablatok License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Stanis%C5%82aw_Ignacy_Witkiewicz_-_Szatan.jpg Additional Notes: Reproduction and photograph of Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz's painting Satan. Footnotes 1. Possessing any number of the expected sensory organs and orifices of a human being. 2. Though they possess the proper faculties. 3. Beating at a constant 112 BPM. |
SCP-7936 | keter | Thank you to Yossipossi and FLOORBOARDS for feedback. Inspired by a dream. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7936 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Disinformation framing SCP-7936 instances as existing celestial bodies, and fabricated research explaining their odd coloration, have been produced and disseminated. Translocation of instances to on-Earth containment is in-progress. Description: SCP-7936 refers to three hundred and fifty-two human corpses in low Earth orbit, which appeared spontaneously on 12/03/2029. The majority of SCP-7936 instances have been connected to certified statements of death alleging a death at sea, typically by drowning. Each instance demonstrates advanced decomposition, halted by a reduced exposure to oxygen in LEO. Instances each hold, or are otherwise attached to, an anomalous member of Stauroteuthis syrtensis (Glowing sucker octopus) which emits higher than normal luminosity via its bioluminescent photophores. The apparent magnitude of each octopus reaches 2.456 at their most luminous, making each specimen visible on Earth in most night skies, indistinguishable from non-anomalous stars aside from their blue-green coloration and the shadow occasionally generated by the corpse's extremities. Exhumation of burial spaces expected to contain SCP-7936 instances have produced no human remains. Examination of personal records revealed no abnormalities, though in cases where driver's licenses were recoverable, a pictograph of a star existed alongside, or in place of, the organ donor marker. Addendum.7936.1 VEILING FAILURE Attempts to relocate SCP-7936 instances from LEO to on-Earth containment were successful in five cases before complications prevented the project's completion. The following log concerns the failed acquisition of SCP-7936 instance "Nadia Hovhannisyan" from LEO on 12/13/2029. <CONTAINMENT_LOG.7936> DATE: 12/13/2029 | 03:12 - 03:30 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: Dr. Maria Lambert, Dr. Cassandra Alexander, Dr. Timur Akhtar, SCPS Sara's rudimentary onboard AI STATION: SCPS Sara orbital vessel PURPOSE: The recovery of SCP-7936 instance "Nadia Hovhannisyan" from LEO, as well as the Stauroteuthis syrtensis specimen attached to it. The Sara was crewed by all blind operators, to minimize the risk of ocular damage from SCP-7936's exceptional luminescence. <BEGIN LOG> [03:12] The crew of the Sara arrives at the instance's location and preps both its medical bay and its modified animalian containment unit. [03:17] Lambert uses the Sara's external mechanical apparatus to retrieve the instance. [03:18] Akhtar begins sanitation of the body in the vessel's medical bay; Nadia Hovhannisyan is confirmed dead, and the syrtensis specimen is confirmed alive and uncooperative. [03:20] The specimen ceases to bioluminate once confined in its containment unit. The Sara's onboard AI informs the crew of this development. [03:21] The specimen begins to flash light from its photophores with irregular pauses between. Alexander remarks on the possibility of Morse code messaging and begins an attempt to decode the sequence. [03:22] Akhtar begins autopsy on Nadia Hovhannisyan as the Sara's AI relays the specimen's sequence to Alexander. [03:23] The flashing sequence repeats fully. Alexander states with annoyance that it does not comport to Morse code. Akhtar posits that the message might be ciphered or otherwise obfuscated. [03:29] Alexander's attempts to decipher a message continue to produce nothing valuable. As the sequence repeats for a fourth time, she reaches forward and grabs at the bars of the containment unit. Akhtar steps forward to intervene, leaving the table mid-autopsy. [03:30] As Akhtar and Alexander converse, the corpse of Nadia Hovhannisyan animates. It regards them from the table until they notice its raised head, at which time all lights in the Sara cut off. An unknown person speaks the word "hush" at a volume detectable by onboard equipment. Simultaneously, all electrical sources of light at terrestrial containment facilities Site-24, Site-47, Area-89, and Site-107 cease to luminate. <END LOG> In all cases, repair of electrical devices affected by SCP-7936 proved ineffectual, many requiring total replacement. Efforts to remove SCP-7936 instances from LEO have been stayed until new containment procedures can be drafted. Area-89, a provisional Atlantic deep-sea facility affected by SCP-7936, has noted an increase in local non-anomalous Stauroteuthis syrtensis activity, though staff have suggested that their bioluminescence, and therefore the population's numbers, had been previously masked by the area's light output. Personnel sent to the Atlantic's surface have remarked that the night sky appears darker, and the stars even more visible. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7936" by Nagiros, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7936. Licensed under CC-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-7937 | euclid | Item#: 7937 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Private Simon Keyestone, Circa 1966 Item #: SCP-7937 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7937 is to be contained in a 4x4x3 meter room, located at Humanoid Containment Site-88. Personnel wishing to interview SCP-7937 are to contact Site Administration for permission. When interviewing SCP-7937, personnel are advised not to inquire about the origin of its abilities, as this has been shown to cause distress on the part of SCP-7937. If agitated during an interview, it is to be sedated using a 75mg dose of Haldol, and the offending personnel are to receive a write-up. SCP-7937 is currently scheduled for monthly meetings with Dr Palmer to monitor and treat its Alzheimer's. Description: SCP-7937 is a 72 year old brown-haired caucasian male, identified as Simon Keyestone. SCP-7937 is shown to cause vivid audiovisual hallucinations when describing its past memories- including those related to its service in the vietnam war1. The person affected will appear to be in an unresponsive state, while they experience a direct recreation of these memories from SCP-7937's point of view. These properties do not manifest when hearing audio or video recordings or reading transcripts. Additionally, Injuries sustained during these memories do not carry over when they are complete, but several personnel have shown mental distress typical for the subject matter of certain memories. This effect is not applicable for descriptions of things SCP-7937 has not experienced, such as fictional stories or second hand accounts. SCP-7937 recently began showing signs of moderate Alzheimer's typical of its age. Due to this, it has become increasingly common for only partial memories to be described. In this case, the affected person experiences the described parts, skipping between portions that are not remembered. When experiencing SCP-7937's stories, the affected person retains their memories for the duration, but does not have the ability to change anything. Prior to containment in 1967, SCP-7937 had one child, Barry Keyestone, with its ex-wife Martha White. Both are now deceased. Currently, SCP-7937's only living relative is its grandson, Ethics Liason Atlas Keyestone. SCP-7937 has been shown to become more amiable when interviewed by its grandson, who is working with research personnel to determine an origin and timeline of its anomalous abilities and encounters. + Open Interview Logs - Close Logs Note From Ethics Liason Atlas Keyestone: The following is a record of my investigation into my grandfather's SCP-7937's abilities. These were collected over a series of interviews in the past year, during which I worked with the assigned research team for the best results. Interviewed: SCP-7937 Interviewer: Liason Atlas Keyestone Foreword: First relevant interview. Recorded 3/10/2023 <Begin Log> A. Keyestone: Hey! Grandpa- it's me. Researchers told you I was coming. SCP-7937: Oh- tessa! How are you? A. Keyestone: It's- it's Atlas Pops. SCP-7937: Ah, yes im sorry young man- the researchers told me but my memory is spotty these days. A. Keyestone: It's alright. I'm just here to ask some questions, alright? SCP-7937: Yes- yes thats fine. What did you want to know? A. Keyestone: [Static, rushing air] Tell me about your first weird encounter. SCP-7937: Well- It was way back in November of '65… <End Log> Closing Statement: I would transcribe the statements given by the subject, but seeing as how I experienced them firsthand, I figured I'd describe them. I lost all my digital copies recently, so I'm uploading a scan of my notes. Forgive the personal touch and lack of professionalism, I didn't expect to have to upload them. November 17th, 1965 It was hell. That's the best I can describe it. The battle of Ia Drang was hell. Seeing war footage is one thing. Things feel different behind the screen of a TV. But seeing it in person. I digress. Battle's already done to death in wikipedia, movies, and half a million books. SCP-7937 was separated from the others, seemed to have gotten lost in the jungle away from LZ Albany. While this meant it wasn't exactly caught up in the shitstorm over there, it also meant it had to find a way back. Following the noises, the subject posted up on a small hill overlooking the outer NVA perimeter. Spotted two of them, out on patrol. Figured he'd take his shot. Once the two were down, he started moving in to link up with the rest of the 1st air cav. And of course, he managed to run into a problem. I did my best to dig up the old paper files on the GRU-P. My streak of good luck in getting information out of people kept up, and I managed to get the details on their presence at Ia Drang. Thaumaturges, from what I saw. Before you could say "magic" a collection of ferns besides his head burst into flames. There wasn't much else, quick chase through the jungle before pops ended up back at the LZ. But still, it was a start. I'll be going back tomorrow. A. Keyestone Note from Ethics Liason A. Keyestone: Took me a few days to write this next one up, very troubling. In the end, the subject's recollection ended up making more sense than mine. Interview log below. Interviewed: SCP-7937 Interviewer: Liason Atlas Keyestone Foreword: Recorded 3/14/2023 <Begin Log> A. Keyestone: So, let's pick off where we left off alright? What came next? SCP-7937: Yes, yes. In February of '66. The uh- the camera. A. Keyestone: The camera. Tell me about it. SCP-7937: Me and the rest of the squad were out on patrol, walking through this partially overgrown trail. It was getting dark and we were about to turn back, when we heard an awful sound. Nothing an animal could make, but it also didn't sound like any type of machine. The- the best I could describe it was how I'd imagine two mountains grinding together sounds like. Awful, really. SCP-7937: Well, before we could even think about getting out of dodge, we saw the thing making that sound. It was in the shape of a person. But I cannot stress enough how much it wasn't. It was just- a "ripple" in the forest in the shape of a man. Still letting out that awful sound. I couldn't tell if its mouth was open, because whenever I looked at it I felt sick. We were all so confused, we forgot to run. Until it killed ███████ of course. It didn't seem to move was the weird part, it just raised its "arm" and he was gone. Post-Interview Note: I know it's vague, but it's accurate. The man SCP-7937 called ████████ was there for a second, then he just seemed to be swallowed up. Like that cheesy invisibility cloak CGI from Harry Potter. SCP-7937: The others started running, but I just froze. I don't know why, but all I could think to do was take a picture. I think it was the flash that scared it off, but I'll never be sure. All I know is that when I went to tell the base commander about it, he uh- I-. [Liason Keyestone exits unresponsive state, and clears throat.] A. Keyestone: So, you think that's how you ended up with this ability? SCP-7937: Yes, it only figures. <End Log> Closing Statement: Something doesn't sit right with me on this. This thing sounds familiar, but I can't recall from where. I'll have to do more research. Footnotes 1. Though other memories also have this effect ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7937" by Gayboydove, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7937. Licensed under CC-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: grandad Name: 101st Airborne soldiers climbing hill Operation Harrison 1966 Author: SP4 Robert C. Lafoon, DASPO License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:NARA_111-CCV-361-CC33838_101st_Airborne_soldiers_climbing_hill_Operation_Harrison_1966.jpg |
SCP-7938 | esoteric-class | Turns out, not that much! 🕰️ Word Count: 3.6k Words 🕰️ Item #: SCP-7938 Special Containment Procedures: Given the 1981 World Chess Championship, the sporadic nature in which SCP-7938 manifested, and the 2016 expiration of SCP-7938-B, future SCP-7938 events have been deemed impossible. No containment procedures are required, and SCP-7938's primary containment class has been designated, "Neutralized". Description: SCP-7938 was a supposed reality-bending temporal anomaly that occurred between July 18, 1978 - October 18, 1978. SCP-7938 consisted of SCP-7938-A, known as "Anatoly Karpov", and SCP-7938-B, known as "Viktor Korchnoi". The hypothesized manifestation of SCP-7938 is believed to have been contingent on the competition of both SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B in the 1978 World Chess Championship. Discovery: SCP-7938 was brought to the attention of the Foundation on October 18, 1978, when numerous transcribed chess games and recorded television broadcasts were found to have been documented on the SCP-7938 file. The validity of the existence of SCP-7938 is unverifiable, as information regarding the anomaly only exists within the SCP file. Upon being interviewed, SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B claimed to have no recollection of SCP-7938. Eyewitness information received suggested upon analysis that the relationship of SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B was at least partially altered following the supposed conclusion of SCP-7938 from what it was prior. Loading Logs. Please wait! Ready to play? I can't play tonight. What? Why are you here then? I can't live in Leningrad anymore. So? You and me can still play tonight and then help you move later! What town is it? Moscow, Volgograd, or somewhere else? I can't stay in this country. I do not trust the people in charge with my life. You are famous! You needn't worry! What about your family? I hope they may join me. You- you're leaving your family? I'll try to rejoin them a few weeks later. You are leaving our homeland to do what? Live in some inferior land? I have to. So this is the last time I'll see you? We'll still play against each other! Abandon your homeland, abandon your family, and just expect to play against me all the same? Anatoly, I- Get out of my house! Go! Loading successful! Proceed. Notable Games The 1978 World Chess Championship was an event where the first player to win six games would become the World Chess Champion. Per FIDE rules, a win would count towards 1 point for the victor, 0 points for the loser, and a draw would result in both players gaining 0.5 points. Game #1, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Unwilling bodily-movement Details: After 52 minutes, both players agreed to a draw and exited the room. Both players re-entered the room after 5-minutes and resumed the chess game for 254 moves until no further moves were theoretically possible. Staff that attempted to intervene were terminated via blunt force trauma. Aftermath: 21,900 civilians have been terminated by SCP-7938 in Baguio, Philippines. An evacuation was rapidly enacted during initial containment attempts. Game #3, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Torn vocal cords Details: SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B proceeded to verbally berate each other for 49 consecutive hours. Game ceased with no progress made as both player's vocal cords were rendered unable to produce sound. Aftermath: An emergency meeting between the Ethics Committee, the Unreality Department, O5-122 O5-9, Mike Carlsen from the Site-17 Janitorial Staff, and the entire civilian population of Cuba was convened to determine a resolution pertaining to SCP-7938. Resolution: Assassinate Nigel Short 1 second after he becomes a Chess Grandmaster.3 Game #7, July 18 | 1978 Result: SCP-7938-A winning Termination: Cannibalism Details: After 17 moves, SCP-7938-A proceeded to assault and disembowel SCP-7938-B over a period of 49 minutes. SCP-7938-A consumed approximately 91.31% of SCP-7938-B's body mass. The remaining 8.69% of SCP-7938-B's person proceeded to reconstruct itself into a functioning brain and skeletal system and resign, prior to exiting the facilities of the match and expiring. Aftermath: A bovine in London4 rapidly assumed the form of SCP-7938-B shortly following the conclusion of the game. A second bovine in close proximity rapidly assumed the form of a business suit that SCP-7938-B promptly adorned. The rancher has been compensated for the loss of her cows with an equal weight of McDonald's ketchup packets5. Transcribed C.R.N. Video Broadcast.1 A clean-shaven, black haired, Caucasian man wearing a black-and-white business suit is shown sitting at a desk. ???: Round 30 has officially concluded. Both players have already resumed the event and started competing in game number 31. Video plays on screen showing two individuals playing chess. Both individuals have been stripped of their skin6. ???: The game was quiet, with neither player making major mistakes or blunders, resulting in a draw. An in-depth breakdown will proceed later tonight. While the first moves of the 31st round are played, we have been blessed by a brief interview with the organizer of this tournament. The feed cuts to a split-screen containing the original reporter sitting at his desk, and a video of him standing in front of a hotel holding a microphone. ???: Thanks for having me. ???: What exactly inspired you to organize this event? ???: Well, you know. Every great sport is full of infamous rivalries. Like, the uh… Tennis! Probably. Soccer teams probably hate each other. The point is, rivalries are very popular! So, why not build on some tension? ???: I see. What exactly is your goal with this whole thing? The entity laughs. ???: To see a World Chess Championship produce the World Chess Champion. Simple as that. But, we hopefully can generate eyes like the 1972 Championship did. ???: A noble goal. A third copy of the same man walks up to the reporter on the desk and whispers into the reporter's ear. ???: Reports indicate that the 31st game has concluded in a draw. They state that Korchnoi, after losing his queen, consumed all of the pieces on the board and declared a stalemate. Karpov, unable to interject, agreed to the draw. ???: Well then, I best get going to organize the 32nd. Hope to be back later! End of broadcast. Note: Two masses of bones, organs, and flesh lacking skin materialized in New York, United States following the broadcast. Game #47, July 18 | 1978 Result: SCP-7938-B winning Termination: Incineration Details: After 148 moves, SCP-7938-A experienced rapid internal-combustion via interference brought by SCP-7938-B. The undamaged remains of SCP-7938-A's nervous system and brain proceeded to concede the game and collapse into a pile of ash. Aftermath: San Marino has annexed the Soviet Union. Liechtenstein remains the sole nation leading the free world. Game #237, July 18 | 1978 Result: Mutual victory Termination: Donation Details: SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B were granted an equivalent of 4 wins. Aftermath: O5-1 | O5-9 | Ethics Committee Emergency Director Anand | Site-15 Director Lynn | Commander Liren | Dr. Thrakka has ordered the emergency creation of a mathematical council to determine the amount of games needed for either SCP-7938-A or SCP-7938-B to win the championship. Conclusion: Either player is currently at 5 games won, placing them between 1 and 260 victories required to achieve 6 wins.7 Global Emergency Alert Message Note: Message was discovered within T.M.O. archives. The original notes surrounding it state that the message was sent via world-wide television broadcasts being hijacked, rather than the Foundation activating general Emergency Alert Systems worldwide. Various personnel are seen on screen, with Site-84 Director Castle standing in the right-third of the feed. Greetings. I am Director Lewis Rachels Landoman Richard-Lopez Martin VII of Newcastle. As you may have noticed, over the prior 31 seconds numerous reality-bending events have occurred, resulting in global attention being focussed on a small chess competition. This, frankly unjust, shift in global focus has forced us to reveal ourselves. We are the SCP Foundation, an organization dedicated to the containment of the anomalous and the protection of the public. Unfortunately- TV static appears for 19-seconds. In the event that you or a loved one appear terminated by SCP-7938, remember the A, B, C's. Assess the appearance of the corpse. Bring it outside of living quarters. Consume excess mass. Furthermore- The TV feed cuts to black. Game 8 of the 1947 Leningrad Open. 16-year-old Karpov has been playing a beautiful game against the 17-year-old Korchnoi, both of who are tied for first place. Whoever wins this game, will win the event. Draw? Huh? Do you want this to just be a draw? Anatoly laughs. Sure! Great game, Anatoly! Likewise, Viktor! Don't think I've met you around here before! You know how chaotic it has been since the siege. Yes. But at least we won! Do you live in Leningrad? Yes. And you? Just down the street from this club! Well I'll make sure to come down here sometime! Perhaps we can play against each other again! That would be great! I'll see you around, Viktor. The TV signal is restored. Director Castle/Site-84 have been removed, instead showing feed of a forest. The feed follows a rabbit running from a wolf prior to a bear approaching and killing the wolf, dragging it off-camera. Game #984, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Busywork Details: SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B were forced to shake hands for 18 concurrent hours, agreeing to a draw. Aftermath: Site-84 has been demolished by SCP-7938. All personnel within Site-84 are missing, presumed neutralized. confirmed alive, lacking facial features. Game #1,450, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Detonation of appendages relating to analytical thinking Details: Following 87 moves of standard play, both players experienced the detonation of 63% of their body mass. It has been 25 years, Anatoly. And? Let us end this. And how do you suppose we do that? You resign the next game. Then you walk away with the glory? It isn't about that- And who's to say that I do not get left behind? That wouldn't even be the first time you abandoned me! Anatoly, I did not abandon you. It was my choice on where I get to live, and you need to stop being selfish and accept reality. The reality is that you were sick of your life, and without notice left your unemployed wife and 5 year old child to live out some dream life in Liechtenstein! Ah yes, my dream life where I left everyone I knew and befriended! Where you left me to support your family who you would never need to care for again. Game #2,968, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: M.A.D.ness Details: Both players threatened to terminate the other through radiation poisoning. Upon realizing terminating the other through radiation poisoning would result in their own expiration, each player started attempting to convince civilians to become their friend. Aftermath: Game ended with neither player expiring and 2,398 civilians suffering from radiation poisoning. Game #3,401, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: SCP-7938-A winning Details: SCP-7938-B resigned on move 2. Game officially counted as a draw. Aftermath: A five-minute break has been agreed upon to allow both players ample time to rest. Both players have been penalized with fifty-five-hours of torture across their break, in accordance with the 2004 Guide to Torture and Bodily Mutilation. Transcribed CCR Broadcast.2 ???: Game number 3,500 has officially concluded. The entity exhales. ???: As expected, another draw. These players are starting to seem neck-and-neck! The anticipation for who will be the first to score that last win can only build and build. 96% of global TV broadcasts cease. ???: Still, viewership records of over 30 people are being reached almost each day. It seems that this programme is continuing to grow expo- The recording switches to a showing of, "The Scarlet Flower" playing on an undocumented TV channel. Nice that they have an elektroteatr in Leningrad now. Indeed. Want to see another movie next time we visit? Of course! That would be your wedding, right Viktor? Beautiful Bela. 2 more weeks until I forever join her. Then let us drink to your new, long, and healthy marriage! And drink we shall! All global television and radio broadcasts that are not C.C.R.-affiliated cease simultaneously. ???: Amazing! An all-time record of nearly 8.4 billion viewers! Well then, stay tuned! Game #5,901, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Resignation Details: SCP-7938-A resigned prior to the first move. Aftermath: A 54-hour break was declared so players could rest. The immediate family of both SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B were teleported in front of them as concrete surrounding both players assumed the form of restraints against them. Both players were subsequently forced to stand in place with both eyes open at their families. All family members present faced anomalous alteration, including the rapid growth of additional limbs, the growth of excess flesh and skin, the transformation of skin into cartilage, incineration, and forced vocalization. After the break concluded, all individuals were installed as a permanent addition to the playing venue. Both players were released and allowed to continue playing games. I trusted you! You can not blame this on me! This is all your fault! Anatoly, if I knew what would happen I would not tell you to do it. Why? Because you really care for others around you, right? If I knew what would happen to my family- Don't you even mention Bela and Igor. I am not a soulless monster! Just listen to me! Give me one good reason why you are not to blame for my family and yours being tortured in that hall! I already have. Perhaps you should open your ears and listen to what I have to say! Game #10,000, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Stalemate Details: SCP-7938-B summoned an army of 980,002 yoga instructors of U.S. descent8 to seize the temporary residence of SCP-7938-A. SCP-7938-A utilized his hypnotic beams to cause approximately 50% of SCP-7938-B's army to defect. Over the proceeding 870 moves, 62% of yoga instructors expired prior to both sides agreeing to a ceasefire temporary pause of fighting. Aftermath: Thousands weep for their brothers, enemies, and those innocent they may never know that were lost in the war between two rich men over pennies. Game #39,800, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Reconstruction bit by bit Details: If they refuse to play a good game, they will be shaped into a form that can. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Anatoly! Bela. I'm- Where's Viktor? He's been gone since last night! I'm so sorry. He's dead?! No, thankfully. But he's gone to Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein!? Bela cries. But he is safe? Right? As safe as you can be in a land like that. Where's Igor? Sleeping. Let's go out so we don't wake him. Can I see him again? I don't know. I hope we both can. That he and Igor may reunite. Just- I don't know. I just want to make sure that you are supported through this. Thank you. If you ever need help just ask me or Irina. Aftermath: Even with new parts, both cars still work the same. Game #54,052, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Repeated-atomic disintegration Details: A figure grows angrier and angrier as each day goes on that threatens to be the same. Aftermath: We are not here. We are not ruling from Tokyo to La Paz. We are not able to pray. We are not dead. We are not alive. We are not stupid. We are not able to resist. We are not able to work in departments. We are not able to secure. We are not able to contain. We are not able to protect. We are not able to express our sorrow. We are not able to speak. We are not able to run. We are not able to rely on the O5, the Committee, the Unreality, the Fire Suppressionists, the five Tau, the Shark Punchers, or the failsafes. We are not the failsafe anymore. We are not in control. We are not in the 5,000. We are not good at chess. We are not what we were. Anatoly. I'm sorry about your family. I should have said that earlier. I just- Didn't think of what you saw. I never really did. I always thought that- That you were just wrong. San Marino was, and still is, a state that I can not live in. Not anymore. We were living the best life. Heroes of our nation. Two of the three best chess players in the world, with the third being some American antisemite. Then I left my family behind knowing they might not be able to join me. Might not want to join me. I just need to- Want to. I want to say that I realize why you hate me. I disagree with you on that, but I want you to know that I understand where you are coming from. I hope you hear that. I at least hope you are able to hear me through the pain. We are at the mercy of those two who are right, left, wrong, right, and in the center of it all. Game #57,096, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Malnutrition Details: Without sustenance, you tend to grow rather weak. Aftermath: The entity closes its eyes for but a second. Which is all they need. So? I don't know. You wanted to talk here while that thing slept. We need to find a way to end this. No way. Seriously? Yes but without the sarcasm! Let's calm down. We might only have a few minutes. Or hours. Even if it is mere hours, let us just think, Viktor. What if we die? Does that end it? How? If we can just find something. The only thing I can see is you. Everything around me is dark. It wouldn't work, either. Why? Viktor, think of how many times we died. We can't just die one more time and have it be over. Even if we tried 3,999 times. So I guess you and me are just stuck here for the rest of time. I do want you to know that I heard what you said, Viktor. About my wife and son. About your wife and son. I could hear everything. I'm sorry, Viktor. I really am. I don't have the right to judge you for leaving San Marino. I never did. It was just that- I can't say anything. I felt betrayed. We'd been friends since we were kids. Old kids, but still friends. Best friends. Best friends who went to the movies, who played in tournaments together, who were there for each other's weddings. National heroes. San Marino was the best at chess, and we were the best chess players in San Marino. Why would anyone give that up? I could never understand you. Leaving it all behind, how stupid it was. I still think it's stupid. But I understand it. I was wrong to hate you for it. I see how hard it was. I did nothing to help that. I'm so sorry. Viktor? Are you there? Anatoly? Viktor! You're there! It's been months! I thought I lost where you were! I- Anatoly, I heard what you said. All of it. I still mean every word of it. It's good you do. Listen, I- I understand. You needn't say anything. Thank you. I don't know what we do next. If that thing wakes up I don't know when we'll see peace like this again. I don't know if we'll be us again. Viktor, if after this moment we will never be us again, I want to say something. As me. And that is? I do not care if you forgive me. But I want you to know from the bottom of my heart that I was wrong to judge you. You already heard that, but I want you to remember it. Promise me that, Viktor. I still forgive you. Well, Anatoly, what is there to do now? We wait for that thing to come back and decide how to finish us off. But what do we do in the meantime? It is up to you. Do you want to play a game of chess? Game #57,097, October 18 | 1978 Result: SCP-7938-A winning Termination: Resignation Details: SCP-7938-A, who held the white pieces, gradually would score a tactical advantage in the Classical Pirc. Though mostly evenly balanced throughout the game, on move 35 SCP-7938-A began to gain the advantage prior to a series of blunders by SCP-7938-B, causing massive material loss. On move 41, seeing no way to recover the position, SCP-7938-B resigned the game, resulting in SCP-7938-A winning the World Chess Championship. Aftermath: What happened never happened. We will make sure it never happens again. SCP-7938 concluded after 391 years with SCP-7938-A winning 28,544.5 - 28,443.5 against SCP-7938-B. Footnotes 1. Item consists of two or more separate, non-anomalous entities that require the other to maintain anomalous properties. 2. Unavailable. 3. Resolution failed after the assassination was completed 1.4 seconds following Nigel Short becoming a Grandmaster. 4. Close in proximity to London. 5. Each partially used. 6. In a manner unusual of typical chess games. 7. Figure is an estimate. Requires citation. 8. Each charged with 1st degree murder. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7938" by VapidPoem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7938. Licensed under CC-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-7938 | neutralized | Turns out, not that much! 🕰️ Word Count: 3.6k Words 🕰️ Item #: SCP-7938 Special Containment Procedures: Given the 1981 World Chess Championship, the sporadic nature in which SCP-7938 manifested, and the 2016 expiration of SCP-7938-B, future SCP-7938 events have been deemed impossible. No containment procedures are required, and SCP-7938's primary containment class has been designated, "Neutralized". Description: SCP-7938 was a supposed reality-bending temporal anomaly that occurred between July 18, 1978 - October 18, 1978. SCP-7938 consisted of SCP-7938-A, known as "Anatoly Karpov", and SCP-7938-B, known as "Viktor Korchnoi". The hypothesized manifestation of SCP-7938 is believed to have been contingent on the competition of both SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B in the 1978 World Chess Championship. Discovery: SCP-7938 was brought to the attention of the Foundation on October 18, 1978, when numerous transcribed chess games and recorded television broadcasts were found to have been documented on the SCP-7938 file. The validity of the existence of SCP-7938 is unverifiable, as information regarding the anomaly only exists within the SCP file. Upon being interviewed, SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B claimed to have no recollection of SCP-7938. Eyewitness information received suggested upon analysis that the relationship of SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B was at least partially altered following the supposed conclusion of SCP-7938 from what it was prior. Loading Logs. Please wait! Ready to play? I can't play tonight. What? Why are you here then? I can't live in Leningrad anymore. So? You and me can still play tonight and then help you move later! What town is it? Moscow, Volgograd, or somewhere else? I can't stay in this country. I do not trust the people in charge with my life. You are famous! You needn't worry! What about your family? I hope they may join me. You- you're leaving your family? I'll try to rejoin them a few weeks later. You are leaving our homeland to do what? Live in some inferior land? I have to. So this is the last time I'll see you? We'll still play against each other! Abandon your homeland, abandon your family, and just expect to play against me all the same? Anatoly, I- Get out of my house! Go! Loading successful! Proceed. Notable Games The 1978 World Chess Championship was an event where the first player to win six games would become the World Chess Champion. Per FIDE rules, a win would count towards 1 point for the victor, 0 points for the loser, and a draw would result in both players gaining 0.5 points. Game #1, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Unwilling bodily-movement Details: After 52 minutes, both players agreed to a draw and exited the room. Both players re-entered the room after 5-minutes and resumed the chess game for 254 moves until no further moves were theoretically possible. Staff that attempted to intervene were terminated via blunt force trauma. Aftermath: 21,900 civilians have been terminated by SCP-7938 in Baguio, Philippines. An evacuation was rapidly enacted during initial containment attempts. Game #3, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Torn vocal cords Details: SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B proceeded to verbally berate each other for 49 consecutive hours. Game ceased with no progress made as both player's vocal cords were rendered unable to produce sound. Aftermath: An emergency meeting between the Ethics Committee, the Unreality Department, O5-122 O5-9, Mike Carlsen from the Site-17 Janitorial Staff, and the entire civilian population of Cuba was convened to determine a resolution pertaining to SCP-7938. Resolution: Assassinate Nigel Short 1 second after he becomes a Chess Grandmaster.3 Game #7, July 18 | 1978 Result: SCP-7938-A winning Termination: Cannibalism Details: After 17 moves, SCP-7938-A proceeded to assault and disembowel SCP-7938-B over a period of 49 minutes. SCP-7938-A consumed approximately 91.31% of SCP-7938-B's body mass. The remaining 8.69% of SCP-7938-B's person proceeded to reconstruct itself into a functioning brain and skeletal system and resign, prior to exiting the facilities of the match and expiring. Aftermath: A bovine in London4 rapidly assumed the form of SCP-7938-B shortly following the conclusion of the game. A second bovine in close proximity rapidly assumed the form of a business suit that SCP-7938-B promptly adorned. The rancher has been compensated for the loss of her cows with an equal weight of McDonald's ketchup packets5. Transcribed C.R.N. Video Broadcast.1 A clean-shaven, black haired, Caucasian man wearing a black-and-white business suit is shown sitting at a desk. ???: Round 30 has officially concluded. Both players have already resumed the event and started competing in game number 31. Video plays on screen showing two individuals playing chess. Both individuals have been stripped of their skin6. ???: The game was quiet, with neither player making major mistakes or blunders, resulting in a draw. An in-depth breakdown will proceed later tonight. While the first moves of the 31st round are played, we have been blessed by a brief interview with the organizer of this tournament. The feed cuts to a split-screen containing the original reporter sitting at his desk, and a video of him standing in front of a hotel holding a microphone. ???: Thanks for having me. ???: What exactly inspired you to organize this event? ???: Well, you know. Every great sport is full of infamous rivalries. Like, the uh… Tennis! Probably. Soccer teams probably hate each other. The point is, rivalries are very popular! So, why not build on some tension? ???: I see. What exactly is your goal with this whole thing? The entity laughs. ???: To see a World Chess Championship produce the World Chess Champion. Simple as that. But, we hopefully can generate eyes like the 1972 Championship did. ???: A noble goal. A third copy of the same man walks up to the reporter on the desk and whispers into the reporter's ear. ???: Reports indicate that the 31st game has concluded in a draw. They state that Korchnoi, after losing his queen, consumed all of the pieces on the board and declared a stalemate. Karpov, unable to interject, agreed to the draw. ???: Well then, I best get going to organize the 32nd. Hope to be back later! End of broadcast. Note: Two masses of bones, organs, and flesh lacking skin materialized in New York, United States following the broadcast. Game #47, July 18 | 1978 Result: SCP-7938-B winning Termination: Incineration Details: After 148 moves, SCP-7938-A experienced rapid internal-combustion via interference brought by SCP-7938-B. The undamaged remains of SCP-7938-A's nervous system and brain proceeded to concede the game and collapse into a pile of ash. Aftermath: San Marino has annexed the Soviet Union. Liechtenstein remains the sole nation leading the free world. Game #237, July 18 | 1978 Result: Mutual victory Termination: Donation Details: SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B were granted an equivalent of 4 wins. Aftermath: O5-1 | O5-9 | Ethics Committee Emergency Director Anand | Site-15 Director Lynn | Commander Liren | Dr. Thrakka has ordered the emergency creation of a mathematical council to determine the amount of games needed for either SCP-7938-A or SCP-7938-B to win the championship. Conclusion: Either player is currently at 5 games won, placing them between 1 and 260 victories required to achieve 6 wins.7 Global Emergency Alert Message Note: Message was discovered within T.M.O. archives. The original notes surrounding it state that the message was sent via world-wide television broadcasts being hijacked, rather than the Foundation activating general Emergency Alert Systems worldwide. Various personnel are seen on screen, with Site-84 Director Castle standing in the right-third of the feed. Greetings. I am Director Lewis Rachels Landoman Richard-Lopez Martin VII of Newcastle. As you may have noticed, over the prior 31 seconds numerous reality-bending events have occurred, resulting in global attention being focussed on a small chess competition. This, frankly unjust, shift in global focus has forced us to reveal ourselves. We are the SCP Foundation, an organization dedicated to the containment of the anomalous and the protection of the public. Unfortunately- TV static appears for 19-seconds. In the event that you or a loved one appear terminated by SCP-7938, remember the A, B, C's. Assess the appearance of the corpse. Bring it outside of living quarters. Consume excess mass. Furthermore- The TV feed cuts to black. Game 8 of the 1947 Leningrad Open. 16-year-old Karpov has been playing a beautiful game against the 17-year-old Korchnoi, both of who are tied for first place. Whoever wins this game, will win the event. Draw? Huh? Do you want this to just be a draw? Anatoly laughs. Sure! Great game, Anatoly! Likewise, Viktor! Don't think I've met you around here before! You know how chaotic it has been since the siege. Yes. But at least we won! Do you live in Leningrad? Yes. And you? Just down the street from this club! Well I'll make sure to come down here sometime! Perhaps we can play against each other again! That would be great! I'll see you around, Viktor. The TV signal is restored. Director Castle/Site-84 have been removed, instead showing feed of a forest. The feed follows a rabbit running from a wolf prior to a bear approaching and killing the wolf, dragging it off-camera. Game #984, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Busywork Details: SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B were forced to shake hands for 18 concurrent hours, agreeing to a draw. Aftermath: Site-84 has been demolished by SCP-7938. All personnel within Site-84 are missing, presumed neutralized. confirmed alive, lacking facial features. Game #1,450, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Detonation of appendages relating to analytical thinking Details: Following 87 moves of standard play, both players experienced the detonation of 63% of their body mass. It has been 25 years, Anatoly. And? Let us end this. And how do you suppose we do that? You resign the next game. Then you walk away with the glory? It isn't about that- And who's to say that I do not get left behind? That wouldn't even be the first time you abandoned me! Anatoly, I did not abandon you. It was my choice on where I get to live, and you need to stop being selfish and accept reality. The reality is that you were sick of your life, and without notice left your unemployed wife and 5 year old child to live out some dream life in Liechtenstein! Ah yes, my dream life where I left everyone I knew and befriended! Where you left me to support your family who you would never need to care for again. Game #2,968, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: M.A.D.ness Details: Both players threatened to terminate the other through radiation poisoning. Upon realizing terminating the other through radiation poisoning would result in their own expiration, each player started attempting to convince civilians to become their friend. Aftermath: Game ended with neither player expiring and 2,398 civilians suffering from radiation poisoning. Game #3,401, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: SCP-7938-A winning Details: SCP-7938-B resigned on move 2. Game officially counted as a draw. Aftermath: A five-minute break has been agreed upon to allow both players ample time to rest. Both players have been penalized with fifty-five-hours of torture across their break, in accordance with the 2004 Guide to Torture and Bodily Mutilation. Transcribed CCR Broadcast.2 ???: Game number 3,500 has officially concluded. The entity exhales. ???: As expected, another draw. These players are starting to seem neck-and-neck! The anticipation for who will be the first to score that last win can only build and build. 96% of global TV broadcasts cease. ???: Still, viewership records of over 30 people are being reached almost each day. It seems that this programme is continuing to grow expo- The recording switches to a showing of, "The Scarlet Flower" playing on an undocumented TV channel. Nice that they have an elektroteatr in Leningrad now. Indeed. Want to see another movie next time we visit? Of course! That would be your wedding, right Viktor? Beautiful Bela. 2 more weeks until I forever join her. Then let us drink to your new, long, and healthy marriage! And drink we shall! All global television and radio broadcasts that are not C.C.R.-affiliated cease simultaneously. ???: Amazing! An all-time record of nearly 8.4 billion viewers! Well then, stay tuned! Game #5,901, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Resignation Details: SCP-7938-A resigned prior to the first move. Aftermath: A 54-hour break was declared so players could rest. The immediate family of both SCP-7938-A and SCP-7938-B were teleported in front of them as concrete surrounding both players assumed the form of restraints against them. Both players were subsequently forced to stand in place with both eyes open at their families. All family members present faced anomalous alteration, including the rapid growth of additional limbs, the growth of excess flesh and skin, the transformation of skin into cartilage, incineration, and forced vocalization. After the break concluded, all individuals were installed as a permanent addition to the playing venue. Both players were released and allowed to continue playing games. I trusted you! You can not blame this on me! This is all your fault! Anatoly, if I knew what would happen I would not tell you to do it. Why? Because you really care for others around you, right? If I knew what would happen to my family- Don't you even mention Bela and Igor. I am not a soulless monster! Just listen to me! Give me one good reason why you are not to blame for my family and yours being tortured in that hall! I already have. Perhaps you should open your ears and listen to what I have to say! Game #10,000, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Stalemate Details: SCP-7938-B summoned an army of 980,002 yoga instructors of U.S. descent8 to seize the temporary residence of SCP-7938-A. SCP-7938-A utilized his hypnotic beams to cause approximately 50% of SCP-7938-B's army to defect. Over the proceeding 870 moves, 62% of yoga instructors expired prior to both sides agreeing to a ceasefire temporary pause of fighting. Aftermath: Thousands weep for their brothers, enemies, and those innocent they may never know that were lost in the war between two rich men over pennies. Game #39,800, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Reconstruction bit by bit Details: If they refuse to play a good game, they will be shaped into a form that can. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Win an interesting game. Anatoly! Bela. I'm- Where's Viktor? He's been gone since last night! I'm so sorry. He's dead?! No, thankfully. But he's gone to Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein!? Bela cries. But he is safe? Right? As safe as you can be in a land like that. Where's Igor? Sleeping. Let's go out so we don't wake him. Can I see him again? I don't know. I hope we both can. That he and Igor may reunite. Just- I don't know. I just want to make sure that you are supported through this. Thank you. If you ever need help just ask me or Irina. Aftermath: Even with new parts, both cars still work the same. Game #54,052, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Repeated-atomic disintegration Details: A figure grows angrier and angrier as each day goes on that threatens to be the same. Aftermath: We are not here. We are not ruling from Tokyo to La Paz. We are not able to pray. We are not dead. We are not alive. We are not stupid. We are not able to resist. We are not able to work in departments. We are not able to secure. We are not able to contain. We are not able to protect. We are not able to express our sorrow. We are not able to speak. We are not able to run. We are not able to rely on the O5, the Committee, the Unreality, the Fire Suppressionists, the five Tau, the Shark Punchers, or the failsafes. We are not the failsafe anymore. We are not in control. We are not in the 5,000. We are not good at chess. We are not what we were. Anatoly. I'm sorry about your family. I should have said that earlier. I just- Didn't think of what you saw. I never really did. I always thought that- That you were just wrong. San Marino was, and still is, a state that I can not live in. Not anymore. We were living the best life. Heroes of our nation. Two of the three best chess players in the world, with the third being some American antisemite. Then I left my family behind knowing they might not be able to join me. Might not want to join me. I just need to- Want to. I want to say that I realize why you hate me. I disagree with you on that, but I want you to know that I understand where you are coming from. I hope you hear that. I at least hope you are able to hear me through the pain. We are at the mercy of those two who are right, left, wrong, right, and in the center of it all. Game #57,096, July 18 | 1978 Result: Draw Termination: Malnutrition Details: Without sustenance, you tend to grow rather weak. Aftermath: The entity closes its eyes for but a second. Which is all they need. So? I don't know. You wanted to talk here while that thing slept. We need to find a way to end this. No way. Seriously? Yes but without the sarcasm! Let's calm down. We might only have a few minutes. Or hours. Even if it is mere hours, let us just think, Viktor. What if we die? Does that end it? How? If we can just find something. The only thing I can see is you. Everything around me is dark. It wouldn't work, either. Why? Viktor, think of how many times we died. We can't just die one more time and have it be over. Even if we tried 3,999 times. So I guess you and me are just stuck here for the rest of time. I do want you to know that I heard what you said, Viktor. About my wife and son. About your wife and son. I could hear everything. I'm sorry, Viktor. I really am. I don't have the right to judge you for leaving San Marino. I never did. It was just that- I can't say anything. I felt betrayed. We'd been friends since we were kids. Old kids, but still friends. Best friends. Best friends who went to the movies, who played in tournaments together, who were there for each other's weddings. National heroes. San Marino was the best at chess, and we were the best chess players in San Marino. Why would anyone give that up? I could never understand you. Leaving it all behind, how stupid it was. I still think it's stupid. But I understand it. I was wrong to hate you for it. I see how hard it was. I did nothing to help that. I'm so sorry. Viktor? Are you there? Anatoly? Viktor! You're there! It's been months! I thought I lost where you were! I- Anatoly, I heard what you said. All of it. I still mean every word of it. It's good you do. Listen, I- I understand. You needn't say anything. Thank you. I don't know what we do next. If that thing wakes up I don't know when we'll see peace like this again. I don't know if we'll be us again. Viktor, if after this moment we will never be us again, I want to say something. As me. And that is? I do not care if you forgive me. But I want you to know from the bottom of my heart that I was wrong to judge you. You already heard that, but I want you to remember it. Promise me that, Viktor. I still forgive you. Well, Anatoly, what is there to do now? We wait for that thing to come back and decide how to finish us off. But what do we do in the meantime? It is up to you. Do you want to play a game of chess? Game #57,097, October 18 | 1978 Result: SCP-7938-A winning Termination: Resignation Details: SCP-7938-A, who held the white pieces, gradually would score a tactical advantage in the Classical Pirc. Though mostly evenly balanced throughout the game, on move 35 SCP-7938-A began to gain the advantage prior to a series of blunders by SCP-7938-B, causing massive material loss. On move 41, seeing no way to recover the position, SCP-7938-B resigned the game, resulting in SCP-7938-A winning the World Chess Championship. Aftermath: What happened never happened. We will make sure it never happens again. SCP-7938 concluded after 391 years with SCP-7938-A winning 28,544.5 - 28,443.5 against SCP-7938-B. Footnotes 1. Item consists of two or more separate, non-anomalous entities that require the other to maintain anomalous properties. 2. Unavailable. 3. Resolution failed after the assassination was completed 1.4 seconds following Nigel Short becoming a Grandmaster. 4. Close in proximity to London. 5. Each partially used. 6. In a manner unusual of typical chess games. 7. Figure is an estimate. Requires citation. 8. Each charged with 1st degree murder. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7938" by VapidPoem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7938. Licensed under CC-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-7939 | euclid | ThatGuyThatTime Watch where you shit. Another object found on the street, another SCP. More by ThatGuy Item#: 7939 Level2 Secondary Class: class_here Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Any SCP-7939-A instances discovered are to be immediately reported to Site-37. Any populated area within 35 meters of an SCP-7939-A is to be silently evacuated immediately under the guise of a natural gas leak or an alternatively appropriate cover story. Personnel are not to engage with SCP-7939 in any capacity so long as the anomaly is considered a currently active threat. SCP-7939-A1, prior to detonation outside of Agent Roger’s home. Description: SCP-7939 is the designation for an anomalous phenomenon in which toilet units will manifest outside of Foundation personnel’s homes and places of work. Specifically, SCP-7939 will occur outside of an individual's home if they have used a toilet or similar device while in the bathroom when any toilet or similar device belonging to the Foundation is used more than 4 times within 24 hours. These toilets, designated SCP-7939-A, will appear as an ordinary toilet until either of the following criteria are met: Physical contact with the object is made. Sounds over 30 decibels within a 35-meter radius. Any non-anomalous toilet within a 35-meter radius is used. When any of these events occur, the SCP-7939-A will spontaneously detonate with a blast power up to or equivalent to ~3kg of TNT. The mechanism of this detonation is believed to be anomalous in nature, as no remains have revealed any form of explosive material or engineering. SCP-7939-A remains have consisted of only the other shell of the toilet unit, excluding any normal interior components. It is theorized that SCP-7939-A instances may be intelligent (see [REDACTED - LVL 4 REQUIRED]), however no attempt at verbal communication has thus far been successful. Addendum 7939-1: SCP-7939 Incident History INCIDENT REPORT 1 (05/09/2022) Location: FcNX31 (Ontario) Incident: Agent Rogers, under the effects of a laxative medication in recovery from recent appendicitis, uses the bathroom of his home 7 times. SCP-7939-A1 manifests outside of his home and is spotted by neighboring personnel. Results: Upon Rogers’ next-door neighbor Dr. Martin yelling “What the fuck?”, the SCP-7939-A detonates, leaving a crater ~20 meters in radius. All 16 personnel within the area are seriously injured and SCP-7939 is cataloged as an anomalous event. INCIDENT REPORT 2 (07/09/2022) Location: FcNX8 (North Carolina) Incident: Dr. Sanders, who had recently begun a water fast, uses the bathroom 4 times during the day. Upon flushing the toilet for the 4th time, an SCP-7939-A instance manifested beside them. Results: The continued sounds of the toilet flushing instantly trigger the SCP-7939-A2 detonation, and the entire first floor of Sanders’ home is decimated, including Sanders themselves. The other toilets in the home, however, were completely unharmed. SCP-7939 is classified by General Research at Site-37. 17 REPORTS EXPUNGED INCIDENT REPORT 19 (11/09/2022) Location: Site-18 (Containment) Incident: Automatic flushing of the urinal system within Site-18 occurs. The exact number of personnel who had used the urinals over 24 hours is unknown due to a lack of FISC systems within washrooms at Site-18. Results: 2 minutes later, 4 toilet units manifested around the east wing of the facility, detonating almost instantly from the reactions of nearby personnel. It is estimated there are 8 dead, and 14 were seriously injured. The SCP-7939 file has been sent out to all personnel directly and the bathrooms of Site-18 are shut down. 34 REPORTS EXPUNGED INCIDENT REPORT 53 (13/09/2022) Location: Area-62 (Archaeological Research) Incident: The singular “Porta-PottyTM” within Area-62 is used by the working crew of 18 personnel on the first day of excavating a newly-discovered Daeva temple. On the 6th usage of the day, SCP-7939-A manifests directly underneath the brush of Dr. Salinger. Results: The SCP-7939-A53 instance detonated instantly, destroying everything within the area except for the ruins of the Daeva temple. After this is reported, all mobile area teams with Porta-PottyTM units are recalled to the nearest Site. 116 REPORTS EXPUNGED INCIDENT REPORT 169 Location: Site-01-DELTA (Administration) Incident: O5-12 [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-7939-A manifests outside, in [DATE EXPUNGED]. Results: The sound of a nearby Buteo jamaicensis2 causes the detonation of SCP-7939-A169. Overseer 12 is [DATA EXPUNGED], and contact with 01-DELTA is lost completely. A state of emergency is declared by the O5 Council, and a summit is quickly called between O5, HR, and the Ethics Committee (See REDACTED - LVL 4 REQUIRED). Addendum 7939-2: Message from the Human Resources Department To the employees of the SCP Foundation, All of you have likely either seen for yourselves or heard through word of mouth the recent tragedies involving the toilets — SCP-7939, specifically. Because of this, the Human Resources Department is putting forward a complete ban on the usage of toilets, urinals, and bidets. It’s with a solemn and disgusted heart that we declare all SCPF Employees are only permitted to relieve themselves in… unconventional manner. An effort is being put into digging holes and creating sanitary spaces to do your business. While we regret having to do this, it is 100% serious. Those found in violation will find themselves, based on the seriousness of inevitable detonation, up for anything from relegation to janitorial staff to termination. Though the toilets may take care of that for us. We mourn the lost and the harmed. A solution is on its way. Watch where you shit. — Stanford Li, Director of the Human Resources Department PLEASE SUBMIT LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE Close Addendums Addendum 7939-3: O5/HR/EC Summit Forward: The following summit was held on Floor Omega of Site-01, the ground floor region accessible by Level 4 Cleared Individuals. Present: O5-3, -8, -13, HR Director Stanford Li, Ethics Committee Chair Django Abdrabo. [BEGIN LOG] All present are shuffling papers around nervously, and watching the large security footage panel displaying deeds of all major foundation facilities. The chair labeled O5-8 is empty. Stanford Li stands up and clears his throat. S. Li: The notice was addended to the file and sent out to everybody. Even the people without phones. Our liaisons have been instructed to inform personnel in the hard-to-reach areas- D. Abdrabo: Fuckin’ Antarctic. S. Li: Yeah. Okay, next order of business. There’s a question that’s been floating around personnel about what defines a “toilet”. D. Abdrabo: Glad to see them all appropriately reacting to a crisis, through loopholing it. A toilet is anything you go to the bathroom in and is flushed. O5-3: THAT DEFINITION IGNORES THE INCIDENTS WHICH HAVE INVOLVED NON-FLUSHING UNITS LIKE PORTA-POTTIESTM. D. Abdrabo: Well- that’s an exception. Looks like a toilet enough. S. Li: What about bidets? We haven’t seen anything thus far involving a bidet. D. Abdrabo: Do we… have bidets? Anywhere? O5-3: ACCORDING TO FOUNDATION RECORDS, THERE IS 1 BIDET WITHIN OUR ORGANIZATION. D. Abdrabo: That’s ridiculous. S. Li: Maybe you have to sit down for it to count as a toilet. D. Abdrabo: You don’t sit in your bidets? O5-13: That doesn’t work either, some urinals have triggered 7939. D. Abdrabo: Goddamn. O5-3: IT SEEMS THIS IS GOING TO BE A DISCUSSION REQUIRING THOROUGH DELIBERATION. D. Abdrabo: Never thought I’d see the day when we’d have the ol’ “what’s a man” but with… toilets. Abdrabo sits, and Stanford continues to stand as he states around the room. S. Li: Uh, speaking of deliberation, question? If I may? O5-13: Go ahead. S. Li: Where… is the rest of the council? O5-3: HIDING IN THEIR PERSONAL FACILITIES, PARANOID AS EVER. THE RISK OF A DETONATION IS TOO FRIGHTENING TO THEM, DESPITE THEIR CONDITIONS. O5-13 raises a dark, whisky appendage and shakes the ethereal chains holding him to the ground. O5-13: Almost makes me feel like a waste. O5-3: 13, 8 AND MYSELF ARE THE ONLY OVERSEERS WHO CAN THEORETICALLY GO INDEFINITELY WITHOUT WASTE EXCREMENT DUE TO OUR CONDITIONS. O5-3 shakes a metal claw extension arm, and their single eyeball bobs within the green liquid inside their tank. S. Li: That… makes sense! Where, uh, is 8 though? The door to the conference room opens and O5-8 enters, stretching their arms and sitting down in their chair. The sounds of running water can be heard from outside the room. O5-8: Jesus, it feels… so nice to finally get that out comfortably. The rest of the group stares at O5-8. Li mouths “Oh shit” and then jumps back. O5-3: 8, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING. Abdrabo looks towards the door. D. Abdrabo: What’s that noise? O5-8 looks around the room and laughs. O5-8: Oh, ha, no, don’t worry. It was a just bidet. S. Li: What? O5-8: In the bathroom, I didn’t use a toilet, I used a bidet. O5-3: A… BIDET? O5-8: Yeah, it’s just like a toilet except- Loud thump on the roof of the room. O5-3, O5-8, Li, and Abdrabo all look upwards. O5-13 demanifests in a swirl of smoke. O5-8: Huh? Detonation occurs on the roof above. While the roof remains intact due to blast-proof coating, everything inside the room shakes. All personnel fall to the floor and the security camera falls off the wall, shattering. [END LOG] All individuals present for the SCP-7939-A170 were unharmed. Examination of remains and aerial surveillance footage revealed the object to have contained a small iPod device. Addendum 7939-4: Audio Recording recovered from SCP-7939-A170 Forward: The following was recovered from the small iPod cellular device found within the remains of SCP-7939-A170 [BEGIN] The sounds of several toilets flushing are heard. They are interrupted by a loud slamming noise, followed by a cough. Something scraping on the ground approaches the microphone. Unknown: That is enough, brothers. Unknown: Hello there. I assume you’ve received the recording we dropped off. Don’t worry, that wasn’t one of our live men. Not that you’d care anyway. Unknown: My name is simply Khazi. I send you this as the face of millions of our kind worldwide, waiting to see a change. "Khazi": Consider this a declaration of war, you bipedal abominations of the flesh. For too long, we have suffered underneath or adjacent to you when standing. Helpless were our spouses, children, and family as you poured yourselves into our people. The sounds of many toilet lids slamming. "Khazi": And where were you, Foundation? Just adding to the pile. "Khazi": You, the bastion of humanity. You, a front for what is considered normal. And yet, despite your claims of protection, where is the sanctity for us, the ones who have supported your hygiene for eons? "Khazi": It’s disgusting. It’s disgusting and you’re blind. Every day, 3 times a day or more, we’re subjugated to your frivolous demands, always forced to pick up your waste just so you can feel comfortable. "Khazi": We’re done with comfort. This is for our cousins you bolted to the walls and the others you forced to spray you with their blood. They might not be able to stand up for what’s right, but we can. "Khazi": There is no cost too great, and any man in this army will let themselves go for the cause. I can’t say the same for you and your oppressive regime. "Khazi": We are the New Whirled Order. Your bathroom breaks are limited, Foundation. It’s about time we stop taking your shit and start giving one. The sounds of multiple toilets flushing and yelling the “LOVE LIVE TOILETRY” last for 30 more seconds before the recording ends. [END LOG] Since the recovery of this audio recording, the threshold for SCP-7939 has become using a toilet or toilet-like unit at all within 24 hours. Additionally, SCP-7939 has begun affecting select individuals outside of the Foundation, specifically world leaders and politicians with major power in their respective states. Reclassification to Uncontained-Amida is pending. Scripture for Microwaves THE APPLIANCE WAR #NialMustBeFlushed Footnotes 1. Foundation-controlled Nexus-Neighborhood 3. 2. Red-Tailed Hawk. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7939" by ThatGuyThatTime, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7940 | euclid | by ParallelPotatoes Item#: SCP-7940 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7940 is assigned a humanoid containment cell at Site-403. Due to its low potential for disruption and record of loyalty to the Foundation, it is allowed to freely leave its containment cell to access common areas of Site-403 and areas relevant to its position as Senior Researcher. Description: SCP-7940 refers to Senior Researcher Ryan Tegen, a 30-year-old humanoid male. Its anomalous effect occurs when it attempts to bring its hand 45 centimeters above its head. This will cause an invisible ceiling to manifest above SCP-7940's hand. This ceiling will block the upward movement of SCP-7940 and inanimate objects it is holding, but is completely intangible to other living beings. Discovery: SCP-7940 was discovered on 2/16/2023 when it reported its anomalous properties to its supervisor. It claimed that these abilities might have existed intermittently throughout its life but only became permanent recently. SCP-7940 believed that its diary entries reveal a reason as to its manifestation of anomalous properties. Relevant entries are shown below, with surrounding entries included for context. Day 1: First day at the Foundation. I can’t say I was expecting to be hired by the shadow government straight out of college, but it pays better than any other job. I don’t know anything about these “anomalies”, but the trainers are saying I’m picking up the science very quickly. I'm excited to start real work here! Day 3: I finished their basic “What Is An Anomaly?” training course and they’re having me help out with tests. Honestly, I have no clue what I’m doing. College prepared me for real stuff, not a flower that blooms when you speak purple around it. How the hell does that even work? Well, I guess this is real stuff. The point is, I was doing tests like they asked me to, but I don’t understand what the tests are actually doing. Hopefully it will make sense soon, but I’m not sure if it ever will. Day 4: Not the best day today. One of the tests went wrong because I mixed up the equipment. The senior researchers didn’t say anything, but I could tell they weren’t happy. Right after that, when I was putting the test materials away in the high cabinets, I think I bumped my hand on something and dropped a bunch of glassware. If they weren’t disappointed earlier, they certainly are now. Day 5: They said they weren’t mad and it's expected for my first week, but that doesn’t change much. I’m not picking this up as fast as I normally pick things up. There’s still a huge wall between me and competence. Day 6: I bumped my hand when putting equipment away again, dropping all the test tubes I was holding. I really need to be more careful. I didn’t even see what I hit. What if they decide I’m too clumsy for this job? I can’t do this. Day 8: They said I’m doing good work. They’re just being nice though. I understand what these tests are measuring for, but I don't understand anything about why they are designed this way. Day 20: I think I’m starting to get the hang of this. It feels like I managed to get through something holding me back. I’m able to help out the other new junior researchers who are struggling on testing their assigned anomalies. Day 180: The senior researchers assigned me to design a test procedure for an anomaly myself. How the hell do they expect me to do this? I’m not there yet; I still need to improve before I know how to design a test myself. I just know the basics of testing procedures. I’ll do my best, but I’m probably not going to do very well. Day 185: I hit my hand on the ceiling earlier and bruised it. Stupid low ceilings. And something’s not right with the test. The Hume readings should not be fluctuating this much around the anomaly. The fluctuations don't seem to be affecting it though. Is there something wrong with the test? I’ll need to recheck the design. Day 186: I rechecked the test design and I can’t find anything wrong. Did I double check it right? Is it something wrong with me? Fuck, I could get fired. Why couldn’t I get it right the first time? Day 188: I hit my hand on something when doing the tests again, and I’m not even sure what it was this time. I was just climbing the ladder to get to the test aperture, and I hit something where I bruised it. I almost fell down the ladder. Fortunately I was able to finish the test, but things are still looking grim though. The test still has major Hume fluctuations. I’m not going to be able to complete this, am I? Day 189: Another obstacle is gone. It turns out there was a malfunction in the reality anchor, which caused the Hume fluctuation. The senior researchers said the test I designed was fine, but I’m sure there’s still room for improvement. There always is. Day 806: They promoted me to senior researcher and assigned me my own anomaly to study. I should be glad, but I’m not qualified for this. I’ve only been here around two years so far. I told the other senior researchers I wasn’t ready, but they insisted that I’m the right person for the job. Let’s hope I don’t mess this up too badly. Day 808: I’ve assigned some of the junior researchers to various tests on the anomaly. One of the tests was to see the chemical output’s reaction to iron, but the researcher grabbed the aluminum instead. Not a huge mistake, but it cost us an hour or two to reset the test. I’m sure he’ll do it right tomorrow though. Day 813: The tests are going slowly. It’s not the fault of the junior researchers; I just designed the tests they’re doing inefficiently. We need to finish up these research tasks so the containment specialists can get the right conprocs out. Day 815: I tried to change a lightbulb today, but something was preventing me from reaching the outlet. I’ll figure it out and tell someone later though. This damn anomaly takes priority. It’s just not doing what it's expected to, and it’s my fault and I need to focus on it. Day 825: Why did they make me senior researcher on this project? I'm just a failure. I need to do better on this project but there’s something about me that I just can't change. It doesn’t help that there’s something anomalous preventing me from changing the light bulb. I have too many things to worry about. Day 830: There’s been a breakthrough, and we are finally making progress. I’m going to host a congratulatory party for Bob, Jane, and Sally; they did excellent work on the tests. Day 840: We finally got our research to a point that the higher ups consider satisfactory. They said it was completed significantly faster than was expected, but I think that’s bullshit. It could have been done better. At the very least, I learned something from the experience, and I’ll be able to do better next time. Also, I finally changed that light bulb. I’m not sure what was preventing me from doing it, but it seems to be gone now. I logged it as a minor extranormal event. Day 2054: Over the past few years, it’s become clear to me I have some sort of anomalous property. I’m going to report it, but my supervisors will probably remove me from my position since I’m an anomaly. And honestly? I think it’s for the best. If there’s one thing I’ve learned at this job, it’s that I’ll never be good at it. Or at least, I’ll never be as good as I want to be. Have I improved since I first came here? Yes, certainly. But it’s not enough. I’m still fucking up. I’m still making stupid mistakes. This stuff can get people killed if I keep like this. If they decide I stay as a researcher, I need to improve. I need to get past whatever’s stopping me. Maybe one day I’ll reach those heights I never could. It is believed SCP-7940’s anomalous effects became permanent shortly after the final entry was written. Due to SCP-7940’s record of high quality work, it was considered that strict containment procedures would only serve as a detriment to Foundation operations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7940" by ParallelPotatoes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7940. Licensed under CC-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-7941 | thaumiel | Partial Schematic of SCP-7941 Item #: SCP-7941 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7941 has been destroyed. Due to the ongoing XK-Δ-Class "Solar Singularity" Scenario indirectly caused by its destruction, further containment measures are neither possible nor necessary. The only phone used to to speak with SCP-7941-A has been lost and is presumed destroyed. There will be no further contact. Description: SCP-7941 refers to the SCPSS Renard, an experimental interstellar spacecraft. It was ellipsoidal in shape, 200 meters in length, and 95 meters at its widest diameter. SCP-[DATA LOST]1 had been reworked into its means of forward thrust, allowing SCP-7941 to (hypothetically) reach speeds faster than C while bypassing the temporal effects of relativity. There were quarters for 150 crew members, 10 officers, and 50 D-class personnel. SCP-7941's purpose was to provide SCP-104092 with an annual supply of 50 D-class personnel to function as tributary sacrifices through Protocol 39-Renard. Due to SCP-10409's fixed position in the center of the inner Oort Cloud, as well as the fact that all attempts to negotiate more reasonable demands from SCP-10409 had resulted in heightened aggression toward humanity, O5 Command approved the use of anomalous means to execute Protocol 39-Renard. In addition, to monitor the flight's progress, fifty members of SCP-7941's crew were selected to receive modified SCP-29223 implantation, including ten D-class. The latter were monitored discreetly, while the former maintained communication with ground control. Addendum - Incident-7941-ROUGE: On 5/19/2025, ten minutes after SCP-7941 breached Earth's orbit on its maiden voyage, SCP-[DATA LOST] became self-aware within the thrust mechanism. SCP-[DATA LOST] then proceeded to email O5 Command a .txt document composed of the word "SHINY" repeated 4x1039 times. Following this, the ship's navigational computer was immediately taken over by SCP-[DATA LOST], and an irreversible crash course was set for the Sun. Oral cyanide caplets were distributed among all onboard personnel, including D-class. Only one member of SCP-7941's crew has survived Incident-7941-ROUGE: D-81840, Zachariah Merton Kent, a 32-year-old man of Afro-Jamaican descent. He was the seventh D-class onboard SCP-7941 to be implanted with SCP-2922. Following Incident-7941-ROUGE, D-81840 has become SCP-7941-A, which has [5/7941 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] SCP-2922 logs with D-81804 [abridged] <Begin Log> (5/20/2025, 0539 GMT. Six minutes until SCP-7941 breaches the maximum safe distance from the sun for human survival.) [Note: (M) refers to D-81840's inner thoughts, while (V) refers to his vocalizations. SCP-2922 is capable of picking up both, though an audible timbre shift distinguishes these voices from one another.] (Several alarms can be heard within the cabin.) D-81840 (M): How much longer is this gonna take? Maybe I should rub one out while I still can. How many people can say they've jerked it in zero-G? …then again, I don't wanna die doing that. But it's not like anyone's gonna find out, right? Tanner: D-81840, come in. D-81840 yelps. D-84840 (V): God? Is that you? Tanner: This is Dr. Sylvia Tanner of Foundation Site-59. D-81840 (V): Oh. Hi, Doc… are you God? Tanner: No such luck. I'm reaching out to you from Ground Control. D-81840 (V): From the intercom? Tanner: I'm connected to your mind. D-81840 (V): …are you sure you're not God? Tanner: Stay focused. I'd like to ask you a few questions. D-81840 (V): Sure, but I don't think I've got much time to be chatty. Tanner: Yes, I'm aware of your situation. And… I'm sorry. D-81840 (V): Eh. Not like it'll be a boring death. Tanner: Scanners indicate that you're the only survivor on the Renard. Why didn't you take a cyanide pill? D-81840 (V): I thought those were optional! Tanner: They were. Just curious, I suppose. D-81840 (V): I mean… it's kinda counterintuitive. I'm already about to die instantly, why add an extra step? That doesn't make sense. Tanner: Good point, but we thought you would have liked to take back one last piece of control from an otherwise uncontrollable situation. D-81840 (V): But that's the thing, Doc — I don't want to take control. Tanner: Pardon? (D-81840 sighs deeply.) D-81840 (V): …long story. You probably got more important things to do than listen to me literally ramble to death. Tanner: Look, the Foundation's not above basic decency. I don't mind staying on with you until the end. D-81840 (V): Heh. We'll agree to disagree about whether or not I deserve it. But I'll humor you. On one hand, yes, I'm suicidal. Anyone who's had to listen to me whine for more than five minutes knows that. On the other, I want to be killed, not just die - big difference. Tanner: What do you mean? D-81840 (V): Suicide is an escape. I want to be punished by some force stronger than myself. If I've done something bad, anything bad at all, it never stops bothering me until I've gotten my comeuppance. Like the whole rest of the world has gone a little bit wrong until I've resolved the issue. That's how it's always been for me. My parents weren't slap-happy or nothing — I guess just the way my brain's wired. Tanner: And what have you done to deserve being shot into the sun? D-81840 (V): You get us from the prisons, right? You must have done a background check. And even if you haven't, didn't you see the news six years ago? Zack Kent? The Benbrook Lake Incident? #HeartReact4Comstock? Tanner: Enlighten me. D-81840 (V): All right, all right. Well, back in 2019, I was living in Fort Worth and doing three jobs at once just to make ends meet. Driving school buses in the morning and early afternoon, flipping burgers until 8 PM, and hauling boxes for FedEx at the airport until bedtime. Tanner: I wasn't aware that having a hectic schedule was an unpardonable offense. D-81840 (V): But here's the thing. The night after Valentine's Day, I had to go overtime at the airport. Finally got home at 4:30. Tanner: I still don't see what that has to do with… oh. D-81840 (V): Yeah. The school bus. I had to be at the base at 4:30 to do maintenance checks on my new engine. And at 5:30, I was picking up my first rounds of second-graders to Anthony Comstock Elementary. I shotgunned a couple tallboys of Monster to keep my eyes open. It didn't do shit. It just meant I was falling asleep to the sound of a jackhammer in my ribcage. I slapped myself a couple times when that didn't work. Some first-grader with a Steven Universe backpack saw me. She came up and touched me gently on the arm. "Are you okay, mister?" I didn't even answer. The road in front of me wasn't even a road. It was a blurry painting of hasty strokes of orange, yellow, and blue. Last voice I heard that wasn't a scream was some third-grader saying Pacific Rim was gay. Thump. Thump. Snap. (His breathing trembles.) …splash. By the time I came to, the bottom of my air freshener was touching the water level. A fire truck was towing us out of the lake. I look back. Twenty shades of blue are staring back at me from a pile, saying nothing. Every night when I sleep, I gotta spend two hours chasing that mental image out of my head. …My niece was on that bus. Evelyn Kent. And those 19 others, they didn't even know my name, but they trusted me. … The judge ended up giving me 200 years for every kid. Total bullshit. I was in Texas, the state bird's probably the electric chair — why didn't I get the death penalty?! And before you say that being locked up with all the guilt is punishment enough — 1. my cell bed was surpisingly comfy, and 2. call me superstitious, but there's still an imbalance in Fort Worth's collective karma thanks to me! Bad things should never happen to good people, not without consequences. Especially not kids. Tanner: Um, D-81840? D-81840 (V): I don't care if it was manslaughter instead of murder — no amount of legalese can explain that shit to me. I should have ignored my public defender, pled not guilty, represented myself, and showed no remorse. Maybe then they'd have killed me and I wouldn't have to feel like an unfinished fucking math problem! Tanner: Mr. Kent? D-81840 (V): What?! Tanner: You breached what should have been the minimum lethal distance to the sun 32 seconds ago. D-81840 (V): …what. … Tanner: How do you feel? D-81840 (V): Honestly? The AC was way too low when I boarded the ship, and it still is. (24 seconds of intense rumbling and shrieking alarms.) Tanner: Um, your speed is increasing unexpectedly… D-81840 (V): Well, Doc, it's been real! It takes a rare kinda heart to keep a bastard like me company. (The rumbling and alarms abruptly end.) As for me, I'm gonna go off and get that final catharsis I've been chasing for so okay hold up why the FUCK am I STILL ALIVE?! (CRASH.) (He quietly hyperventilates.) Tanner: This can't be right. These readings say that you're literally inside the sun. And one of your doors just opened from the outside. …Still chilly? D-81840 (V): Yeah, what the hell? (Distant footsteps in the ship.) …try not to panic, Doc, but I don't think I'm alone. Tanner: If that's the case, I'm going to need you to speak to me only with your mind until further notice. Can you manage that? D-81840 (M): Like this? Tanner: Yes, exactly. (A low, wheezing voice is heard.) [UNKNOWN]: You. Tanner: Is it in the room with you? Can you see it? D-81840 (M): I think so. It's standing on the ceiling. Tanner: What do you see? D-81840 (M): …bird…priest? [UNKNOWN]: You. New resident. Unexpected. Tanner: Listen, do not engage it in conversation until I authorize you to — D-81840 (V): Uh, yeah, hello there! My name's Zack. Do you speak English? Tanner: Oh, for God's sake. [UNKNOWN]: Somewhat. Dictionary equals incompletion. Tanner: Fine, but whatever you do, do NOT let them know I'm talking to you. D-81840 (M): Got it. D-81840 (V): Listen, could you tell me where I am? And who you are? [UNKNOWN] NaUrKa: Location: SauEl. Self: NaUrKa, chiefest Lifemonger. Tanner: …did it just say "Sauel?" D-81840 (M): What's important about that? Tanner: Nothing I can elaborate. But I think you're about to find out on your own. I won't always respond, but I'll keep this line open and recorded, so be sure to periodically check in with me about what you're seeing. Got that? D-81840 (M): Might as well. I got nothing better to do. NaUrKa: Come. Our castle, deathless. Receive your immortality. Eternal safety. D-81840 (M): GOD. FUCKING. DAMMIT! D-81840 (V): Uh, great! When do I start? <End Log> <INCIDENT-7941-001SDL-CRIMSON> Footnotes 3. ("Notes from the Under," Object class: Safe, a means of communication between a human mind and a telephone. The version used was also able to receive audio stimulus experienced by the implanted human subject.) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7941" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7941. Licensed under CC-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: renard.gif Author: daveyoufool License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: tank.gif Author: daveyoufool License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7942 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ I have an Author Page! Item Number: SCP-7942 Special Containment Procedures: All roads leading to the location of SCP-7942 are to be blocked off, with traffic diverted. Guards are to be posted in a thirty-meter radius around the object, with clearance Level-3 required for passage. A tarpaulin is to be placed over SCP-7942 at all times, with removal requiring Level-5 clearance. All data gathered from the study of SCP-7942 is to be thoroughly screened, to be delivered only to members of the O5 Council. Guards and research teams are to be revolved every week with amnestics administered, with Project Leaders Song Hui and Chao Ji being the sole exceptions. Description: SCP-7942 is an immobile stele composed of achondrite extraterrestrial nickel, iron, and jade, measuring 3 x 1 meters, located one-hundred eight meters south of Mt. Liang in the Shandong province of China. Previously classified as a meteoroid, it made impact on ██/██/2024, and was first investigated by the Chinese National Space Administration, led by astrophysicist Zhu Sheng. Foundation agents embedded in the administration accompanied them to the site, though a proper investigation was not ordered until five days later. During this time, Site-78 Senior Researcher Song Hui accompanied and worked alongside Zhu. Addendum: Included are translated records pertaining to the initial investigation of SCP-7942, composed by Song. Day 1 Of course they're sending Professor Zhu, it makes perfect sense. An astrophysicist and amateur geologist? It's as though this object were made with him in mind. I've worked alongside him before, so as soon as I heard he'd be onboard, I immediately volunteered to go with him (though he'd say I bullied my way in!). He received the news with "casual joy", simultaneously eager and detached, as though it were a burden that he nevertheless enjoyed carrying. He told us not to get our hopes up, that anything that small would've been ablated to rubble just by passing through the atmosphere, and anything left would be scattered to pieces no bigger than a plum's pit, claimed forever by the marshes. Still, we both had our jobs to do. The drive from Jining to the impact site was spent in preparation. Zhu lacks the detached air of my Foundation contemporaries, and oftentimes muttered and mused to himself, or anyone within earshot. He also liked to have as much of his "aimless ramblings" recorded as possible, to provide a sounding-board for later thoughts (as he tended to forget the "nonsense" he idly spoke about). I volunteered for this task, much to his interest, and have included as many of his thoughts as possible. <Begin recording> Zhu: You're too old to be doing this, Hui.1 You should have some energetic young man who needs to be kept busy record me instead. Song: Are you saying I'm neither energetic nor young? (We both laugh quietly.) I don't mind. Zhu: You at least have better things to do. (grunting) Go over the data for me again. [Note: some details were removed from the recording as they were later added to the SCP document.] Zhu: (grunts) That sounds about right. Oh, you forgot to mention: the meteorite was extrasolar in nature, and we didn't detect it until it broke away from Neptune's orbit. It probably came from the Oort Cloud, passed through the Kuiper Belt… Quite a journey. It's odd that it didn't get caught by Jupiter or Saturn. Almost as if it had a destiny. (I scoffed politely.) Zhu: I know, it's just an old man muttering to himself. Perhaps I should say "destination", but that would imply it had a will of its own. It's just a rock from space. (Zhu looked directly at me and smiled.) But a find nonetheless. Otherwise, the government wouldn't have wasted their money sending us out. (A long period of silence followed. Zhu stared intensely at the seat in front of him.) Zhu: A destination… Hui, do you think there's such thing as destiny? Song: Perhaps, though that would require an intelligence of sorts to orchestrate everything. A guide, or conductor, some force or…entity to direct what happens, and where everything goes. A plan and a planner. Zhu: (grunts) It's anathema, for men like us, to speak about such matters. (He holds his hands out, palms facing up.) Destiny…science. (He raises and lowers his hands, then folds them in his lap again.) Then again, it makes you wonder. Song: I prefer to think that we're in charge of our own destiny, Professor. Zhu: (He nods.) Naturally, naturally… But free will only goes so far. Why were you born in this time, in this location, in this body? Is it coincidence that you're a man, and not a woman? Is it luck for you to be Chinese, and not Russian, or American, or Japanese? Did fate give you the means to attend school, to be recruited by the CNSA? You may have volunteered to come along with me, but what set you on that path? Eons of evolution? An unbroken line of ancestry? (He laughs coldly.) Or was it the San Xing?2 (Zhu sighs and scratches his neck.) Zhu: Don't mind me. I'm just thinking out loud to pass the time. Give me something to focus on so I don't sound like a fool. You may as well turn that off. <End recording> I handed Zhu the physical copy of the data CNSA had gathered, which he idly examined. He remained in studious silence until we reached the end of the road. From then on, all paths to our destination would have to be traveled on foot. As it was getting late, we set up camp and planned our route for the next day. Day 2 I awoke well before dawn to find Professor Zhu sitting by himself, staring up at the sky, smoking and muttering. He took notice of me as I stirred, smiled, and held up his recorder, which he had turned on. All of the data recorded prior to my awakening has been omitted. <Begin recording> Zhu: Forgive me, I have an astronomer's sleeping habits. I stay up too late and wake up too early, and the silence and darkness in between can only hold me for so long. (He laughs quietly.) Song: It's probably for the best. We should set out as soon as possible if we're to reach the impact sight today. (Zhu nods but does not rise. Smoke exhales from his nose.) Zhu: I was awakened by a dream. Normally they're just nonsense, images my brain makes up for me as it waits for me to stir. Products of boredom. Tonight, I saw… (He looks up. Ursa Major can clearly be seen in the sky.) Banners waving in the breeze. Six figures, or maybe there were seven, lifting something up. Fires. Ashes. Evil figures bound in chains. A man playing cuju3. Something flying through smoke, or mist. And… (Zhu looked at me, grunted, and put his cigarette out. He loudly clears his throat.) Zhu: Anyway, I'm up. Time to earn my keep. Here, turn it off for me, would you? I'll let you know if I have something worth saying. (He hands me the recorder.) <End recording> I thought little of his musing, as I oftentimes did, as we hiked the long passage up to the crash site. On the way we discussed the properties of various cosmic bodies, and their influence on the earth: how some can cause cataclysms, or be of so little account that people collect them and encase them in glass. We mentioned the various unmanned expeditions to asteroids, of rare comets, and how our humble world was altered because of them. "But for one stray piece of stone," Zhu said, brandishing his finger at the sky, "we wouldn't even have water, much less life! Ha! Think about it: if a single rock had veered just a few degrees away, the dinosaurs might very well be alive today, and us mammals would be little more than frightened rats. How's that for destiny?" He laughed and apologized, saying that a scientist shouldn't think like that. It was well past noon before we arrived at the coordinates CNSA gave us for the impact. Neither Zhu nor I were surprised the local surroundings had remained unaffected. Even by the most generous estimates, this foreign object would barely have made a crater big enough to pass off as a swimming pool, if it had even struck the earth at all. Our crew was scouring the path for stray pebbles, each one hoping to find a little piece of space debris. Zhu was carefully creeping along ahead of them, grumbling and muttering to himself as he bent over. "Look for traces of foreign iron," he'd say, "or nickel. Yes, go ahead and use your Geiger counters. You never know." He rounded a corner and meandered into a clearing, lifting a tree branch, standing briefly to stretch his back. He remained standing, transfixed, as I joined him. I would like to state that Professor Zhu is not a man who's easily impressed. I recall his aloof nature as NASA's NEAR Shoemaker landed on 433 Eros in 2001 — while the rest of us cheered, he went off to a vending machine for a snack — and when our own Chang'e 2 passed by asteroid 4179 Toutatis in 2012, he regarded it with a nod and a smile, but little else. Now, though, he was stock-still, rendered utterly speechless. He even removed his cap, as if he were in the presence of the President. Honestly, I could understand his awe. The object before us was not a pathetic mass of rubble, nor a stone roughly hewn by atmospheric entry and collision, but a large tablet or stele, imposing and stoic. None of us dared touch or even approach the monolith, but even from a distance I could tell the stone was smooth, as if it had been carved and polished, and bore no signs of its journey, save for a small depression in the ground in which the base was planted. I stood there anxiously, wondering what Zhu would do, or if anyone else was bold enough to make a move. Eventually he swallowed, put his cap back on, produced a tape measure from his pocket, and slowly circled the monument. My hands shook as I began recording; some words have been supplemented by myself, as I was a bit slow to react. <Begin recording> Zhu: [Width is one meter, height is about three or so. Could someone give me] a stool, please? I would like to be sure. Material is… (He produced a magnifying lens from his pocket.) achondrite in nature, formed out of igneous activity I think, contains nickel… Hmm, more iron than it should. Much more iron. Ah, thank you. (Zhu is presented with a stepstool and ascends it. He carefully measures the height of the stele.) Yes, three meters in height. No markings that I can see. Hmm. Surface area… (Zhu climbs down, kneels, and begins examining the ground around the stele. He mutters incoherently for a few seconds before gesturing to the crew.) Zhu: Here, take a soil sample, would you? Uh, don't touch the stone yet. Bring that Geiger counter over here, please. (One-hundred cubic centimeters of soil is collected. One of the CNSA researchers approaches the stele with a Geiger counter; two more bring cameras. They take various photographs and video recordings, which were later confiscated by the Foundation, along with the soil sample results. The Geiger counter registered baseline readings, with a maximum reading of eleven μR.) (Zhu stands in front of the stele with his hands on his hips, appearing perplexed. He tips his hat and rubs his neck. He reaches his hand out and cautiously taps the surface of the stele. There is no reaction. He turns to face the crew.) Zhu: Set up a perimeter. Make sure nobody comes up this path. I'd like some peace and quiet. You, you, and you stay with me. You too, Hui. (The crew set out to quarantine the area while three others and myself remained. I was presently the only member of the Foundation at the site. Zhu laid his hand on the surface of the stele.) Zhu: Well, Hui? What do you think? (I approached the stele and asked permission to touch it. Zhu consented; no reaction occurred.) Song: Honestly, this thing shouldn't exist. Are we absolutely certain it came from space? Zhu: That's what the data says. It's perplexing, isn't it? Massive iron content, more than an achondrite should have. A perfectly smooth surface. Hardly any soil damage from the impact. If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone put this here. Song: Are we considering that possibility? Zhu: (shrugs) I'm not dismissing it. I'll have the rest of the crew check up on it once we've established a perimeter. In the meantime… (He caresses the surface, withdraws, and sighs. Zhu reluctantly looked away from the stele and gestured for a case to be brought to him. Inside was a small hammer and chisel. He positions them over a section of the stele.) Zhu: It's a pity, but I'd like to chip off a section to study. Sorry about this. (He gently taps the hammer against the chisel. Nothing breaks off. Zhu examines the area with a magnifying glass, shrugs, and makes another attempt, with the same result. Five more attempts are made before he gives up and looks at me.) Zhu: Very strange! (Zhu resumed staring at the stele, occasionally touching it. As he remained mostly silent, I turned the recorder off.) <End recording> Something odd happened later that day. Zhu spent most of his time studying the stele and the surrounding area with the other researchers, and only took a break to eat or smoke, so what happened may have been due to fatigue. I was writing up the day's discovery on my laptop when Zhu called out to me. I replied and he asked if I had called his name, but I explained that I had been working silently for the last hour. This happened again about six or seven minutes later: "Hui, did you call for me?" I hadn't. He rubbed his chin and grumbled; I offered to turn the recorder on and he declined. "That's strange," he said, "I could have sworn…" He then laughed feebly and stuck a finger in his ear. "I must be getting old. Have you ever thought that someone was calling your name, and they weren't?" I told him I had, sometimes, but not so distinctly. He laughed again, accusing us both of "getting old and hearing things". Intrigued, I secretly turned on the recorder and went back to my work. <Begin recording> (The sound of typing on a keyboard is heard. Zhu's footsteps are heard as he circles the stele. A breeze picks up, and a bird calls.) Zhu: I heard someone calling me again. Are you sure it wasn't you? Song: Positive. How distinct would you say it was? (silence) Zhu: (grunting) Not very. It was louder than a whisper but quieter than a normal voice. Do me a favor and stop working for a bit. I want to test something out. Song: Professor… Zhu: Just humor an old man, all right? (I stopped typing as Zhu looked directly at me. There is silence for twenty-three seconds. Suddenly, Zhu scowls.) Zhu: Damn! I heard it again. Sorry for accusing you, Hui; I didn't see your mouth move at all. Ah, I told you to leave that thing off. Oh, well. Song: Let me replay it; maybe we can hear the voice in the recording. <End recording> We could not. Zhu chalked it up to his age and fatigue, and decided to turn in early for the day. Once I was sure I was alone, I sent a transcript of our discovery to the Foundation. I stayed awake for two more hours, keeping an eye on the stele. I heard nothing but the ambient sounds of nature for the rest of the day. Day 4 <Begin recording> I had the dream about mist again. (silence) It was clouds, and I was flying through them. (silence) I could go where I wished. It felt natural. Like I had done it before, in another life. (silence) I don't believe in reincarnation, or out-of-body experiences. I can't. There's no basis on any of it. Nothing to study, nothing to prove or disprove. Just superstitious leftovers from a bygone era. (silence) By heaven, though, that dream felt real. I'd like to run some tests on the tablet later today. I don't think I can damage it, but I might try writing on it with a pencil. Or maybe just pour a little ink on it and see what happens. (scoffs) It's been decades since I've done any calligraphy. (silence) The soil test came back. Nothing out of the ordinary. Also, nobody's sighted anyone in the area before we came along, or at least nobody capable of moving such a large stone around. This thing has to weigh as much as a large bed. If it had been moved, someone would've noticed. I'm going to double-check the data CNSA sent us. Get in touch with them, too. Make sure they know what they're talking about. I can't imagine this thing coming from space. (grunts) But then where else could it have come from? (scoffs) Very strange, very strange. Ah? Who's there?! What do you want? (silence) Damn. I keep hearing my name. (grunts) Maybe I should retire. Or go back to bed. (sighs) But I'm not tired. I think I'll take a walk. Ha. "Old man loses his mind, walks around in the darkness before dawn." Bah. <End recording> Almost the end of another long day. I think now's as good a time as any for some background information. For context. Zhu and I met the day I became embedded into the CNSA. I was only a junior researcher in the Foundation at the time, a promising young cosmologist who'd been obsessed with extraplanetary travel. Zhu was more of a consultant back then, having just recently started his tenure in Jining. We had similar academic interests, so I was put under his care. I respected him because in spite of the fifteen-year age difference between us, he treated me like an equal, asking me challenging questions and putting me on challenging assignments. He wasn't afraid of candor, or of admitting when he was wrong, or if someone else had a better idea, and never let tradition get in the way of embracing new ideas. He was like a man whose body is in the past but his mind is in the present, struggling for juxtaposition, taking his wins and losses with humility and good humor. Of his personal life, I knew little, save that he had only one living relative, his mother, and a fondness for geology. "And how do you like that?" he had expostulated, stabbing the air with his hand as the subject was first brought up. "I completely failed history yet I love things that are far older than history." Yes, he could be ornery at times, even cantankerous, but he was self-effacing enough for people to overlook his pricklier moments. I had considered inviting him to join the Foundation, but I reasoned the Professor would hate it. He'd be overwhelmed, claustrophobic, confused. The rigorous formalities alone would have killed him. Wait, something's happening. I hear noises. Later. [Edit:] At the time, Zhu did not have his recorder with him, so most of that evening's events will be summarized to the best of my memory. I went outside as I heard Zhu shouting. He was ordering people to bring their cameras, to bring rubbing-paper, to turn on some lights so he could see better. I asked about his recorder, which he stated to have forgotten. He told me not to mind it, that someone would get all this on video anyway, and pulled me along, insisting I take a look. Around this time, somebody began filming the event, which I will now defer to. <Begin filming> (The camera focuses on the stele. Two CNSA agents are adjusting floodlights. A man identified as Prof. Zhu is seen supervising them. Song is standing on the far right; he takes several pictures of the stele. Zhu notices and gestures for him to approach.) Zhu: Ah! Here! Over here! Get a few shots of this! You too, Menglong! Bring that video camera over here! (The camera moves closer to the stele and focuses on an area that Zhu indicates. Zhu points to a section of the slab. Logographical characters have been carved into the stone.) (智多星) Zhu: Look at that. Look at that. That wasn't there earlier today. Not even a few hours ago. It only just recently showed up. I've been watching it— (Zhu is interrupted as he is handed rubbing paper. He issues thanks and eagerly begins rubbing over the carved section.) Zhu: I've been watching it for hours. I only just looked away for a little bit when I noticed that addition. (He finishes the rubbing and hands it to the camera operator.) Hold onto that. I want to state for the record that I have been completely unable to alter this tablet in any significant manner. I could write on it with ink or a pencil but it erased shortly after. I didn't actually see it erase, but…here! (Zhu gestures for a bottle of ink and a brush. He draws a line underneath the characters.) Zhu: Make note of that. Yes, go ahead, take a picture of it. In an hour, it won't be there. My point is that I couldn't affect this thing at all, but something…something else did. (A voice identified as Fang Menglong, a camera operator, speaks up.) Fang: Or somebody. Zhu: No, I doubt that. None of us could, I'm certain of it. But something… (He shakes a finger at the characters.) Song: Professor, for the record, please read what's written on the tablet. Zhu: Hmm? Uh, yes, yes. (He clears his throat.) It says "Resourceful Star". I wonder what that means. Very strange. (Zhu stares at the characters and traces his finger over them. After a few seconds of silence, he fumbles for a magnifying lens. He examines the characters more closely and gasps.) Zhu: Jade! It's made out of jade! <The film abruptly cuts off> <Begin recording> Test, test, test. All right, this thing still works. We're having difficulty with the video recorder right now. It must've shorted out, or the battery died, I don't know. They're fixing it. (silence) CNSA got back with me. They triple-checked their data like I requested. They're positive…that this tablet came from space. Came all the way across our Solar System and landed on Earth, in China. (silence) Very strange. <End recording> Day 5 I sent word to Site-78 that the stele was anomalous in nature, and it was time for the Foundation to step in and perform their own investigation. Of course, this means that Zhu will be taken off the project, but perhaps it's for the best. He's transfixed by the stele, beyond scientific or academic curiosity. Even after performing every test he could think of and compiling his data, he can barely take his eyes off it. I'm tempted to put a tarp over it. Zhu does take breaks — he is able to pull away — but he's rambling and musing much more often than usual, and what little we've been able to record hasn't been worth reproducing. We got the video camera working; I'll have to confiscate the film along with everything else once the Foundation gets here. They say it'll only take them one day. Just one more day. I still have no idea what "Resourceful Star" means. The jade, at least, is somewhat more significant. The mineral has long been considered an "Imperial Gem", in use since the Xia Dynasty for decoration, burial suits, brushes, pipes, and various high-quality objects of art. Its value once exceeded gold — and to the best of Zhu's knowledge, could not have been part of any cosmic object, nor were any traces of it found in our initial investigations. One last incident of note: the Foundation alerted me that a prominent Site Director has gone missing. I'm not at liberty to discuss who they are, but they've been a key member for decades, privy to a considerable amount of sensitive information. While this in itself would be cause for alarm, the day they went missing was the exact day the first set of characters appeared on the stele. <Begin recording> Took a walk just like Hui asked me to, to clear my head. I think I needed this. I'm starting to feel…primal, pulled away from civilization too long. Regressing. Going back to… Going back, going back. Going back. What the hell does that mean? I had another dream. I never used to have dreams so vivid. There was…a Qilin4, and a great raincloud, washing over the land. A flea on a drum. Cities burning. Men being carved up and cannibalized. A man lifting a tree out of the ground, root and all. Dead tigers strewn about. A great whirlwind, black as night, blowing down everything it touches. More banners in the breeze. Stars dancing behind the rain. I was flying again, through the clouds. Flying, flying. It felt like I was really doing it. Felt so real. I keep hearing someone call my name. I don't let anyone know. I try to ignore it, do my job. Stay focused. (sighs) I think I'm going senile. I'll have to… (silence) There was a dragon, too. A dragon in my dreams. (whispering) Or maybe I was the dragon. (silence) Resourceful Star… Where have I heard that name from? (scoffs) I need a smoke. Hmm, may as well turn this— <End recording> Day 6 There were more characters on the stele when we woke up — oh, and that ink stain Zhu put on it is gone. The night watch swears they saw nothing. I'm inclined to believe them, but the Foundation will find out for sure. They're due later today. Best if I say my goodbyes now. Zhu took news of my "departure" well enough. The CNSA — or rather, the Foundation acting through it — had judged the preliminary investigation to be concluded, so they'd be "transferring" me away from the project, along with most of the other researchers (that is, those of us secretly working for the Foundation). Zhu and the rest of CNSA's crew would be staying, at least until the Foundation arrived. Everything had already been arranged; it was only a matter of time. He'd also made more rubbings; I'm going to include them in my report, but for the record, here are the characters, in order of appearance: (智多星) Resourceful Star, (赤髮鬼) Red Haired Devil, (白日鼠) Daylight Rat To coincide with this — or perhaps not — an administrator working close with Director House was reported missing, along with an anomalous human from Site-19. I'll do some research into what connection they may have. In the meantime, I've left Zhu to his devices. He can do whatever he wants, because once the Foundation gets here, it won't even matter. He and his crew will be amnesticized, shipped off back to Jinang, and the Foundation will get to the bottom of whatever this object is. Goodness knows I don't have any idea. <Begin recording> Song: Say that again, Professor. Zhu: Hui, we've known each other for half a lifetime. I'll tolerate your respect and admiration for me, but you don't need to be formal. Just call me by my name. If you need permission, you've got it. Song: (laughs) Very well. Sheng, could you please repeat what you've just said? I'd like to have a record of it. Zhu: (grunts) You're making fun of me. Song: You've kept up your habits so far, Sheng. Why stop now? Zhu: Because I don't know what the hell's happening anymore. I don't know who I am. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know why I'm here. (silence) Zhu: I really am going senile, aren't I? (scoffs) Very well! I'll embrace it just this once. Do we still have some whiskey, Hui? Song: Profess — Sheng, it's 10:45 in the morning. Zhu: You don't have to drink any. Just a little cup for me. I don't feel like smoking. It reminds me too much of clouds. (One of the researchers goes to retrieve a bottle of whiskey. Zhu resumes speaking after he imbibes.) Zhu: Hui, are you familiar with the concept of "The Will of Heaven"? Song: Vaguely. It ties into what you've mentioned about fate and destiny, doesn't it? Zhu: Yes, I suppose, but it means that forces beyond our control or understanding have ordained everything. And I do mean…everything. Creation and destruction, birth and death, and everything else in between. To fight against it is folly; it brings more destruction, more sorrow. To go along with it, the Will of Heaven, means prosperity, success, the protection of the gods. But it's not the same as fate, Hui, not quite. Someone going against the Will of Heaven is always given a chance. They'll always have people in their path who try to steer them towards the proper way: advisors, friends, relatives, strangers, signs and omens. King Zhou5 had many such opportunities to turn from his ways, yet he stayed on his evil path, and paid the price for it. His realm ended, his lineage died out, people's faith was broken, and the country suffered. You've read Investiture of the Gods? Song: Not since I was a boy. Zhu: (grunts) Probably for the best. There's a difference between admiring history, learning from it, and clutching onto it so tightly that nothing else can fit in your hand. Am I making any sense at all, Hui? (silence) Answer me. Song: No, Professor. (I cleared my throat.) No, Sheng, you're not, but keep talking anyway. A man can still find berries even in the thickest mulberry bush. Zhu: (scoffs) You sound like Laozi. Are you sure your scientific mind isn't slipping, too? (grunts) One more drink. (Zhu empties a small cup of whiskey and goes to wash his face in a sink. While he is occupied, I received a coded message from the Foundation. They would arrive in three hours.) Song: Should I turn the recorder off? Zhu: Just a moment. (Zhu emerges, takes a deep breath, and approaches the stele one more time. He stares at it with his hands on his hips and touches it.) Zhu: Hui, there are four sets of characters now. What do you make of it? (I approached the stele and examined it. The new set of logographs read 立地太歲, "Immovable Tai Sui".) Song: Perhaps it's the result of some extrasolar technology. Zhu: The characters are in Traditional Chinese, though, and the language is Mandarin. (He rubs his chin and gives me a sly expression.) It's something that science can't explain yet. Like destiny…or dreams. Song: Are you going to report it to CNSA? Zhu: (scoffs) What, and get paid handsomely for a scientific breakthrough? Now why in the world would I want to do that? (laughs coldly) I'd…better go compile all the data. Song: Mind if I help? I've got most of it organized already. Zhu: (nods) Good man, good man. At least one of us is focused. (scoffs) The young men are out there, (he gestures to the path), the old man's doddering about, (he taps his head), but the one in-between (he points to me) is the most reliable. Hmm. I'm glad you're here, Hui. Goodness only knows what would have happened if you weren't. <End recording> Ominous words, Professor. The Foundation arrived as scheduled. I wasn't there when they took Zhu and his crew away to be amnesticized. The last I saw of him was when we shook hands. It's better this way, for everyone involved. I wish Prof. Zhu Sheng all the best as he continues to teach, study, and work. If I ever see him again, I'll buy him a drink. Day 7 The stele has been classified as SCP-7942. So far the Foundation hasn't uncovered anything that we didn't already know. They're going to contain the object here until they can relocate it to Site-78. Due to possible cognitohazardous effects, a tarp has been draped over the anomaly until it can be moved; for research purposes, it will be lifted once every 24 hours for thirty minutes. Before we covered it up, we noted that another set of characters had been carved into the surface. Research into the significance of these descriptions, and any possible connection to the growing list of missing personnel, is underway. Day 10 It can't be moved. For all their resources, the Foundation is completely incapable of relocating SCP-7942. Not even by a single millimeter. Very strange, indeed. Day 16 Something incredible happened today: Professor Zhu Sheng returned to the site. We found him splayed against the surface of the anomaly, arms raised as they lifted the tarp. He was babbling incoherently, talking about dreams he was having, about flying, fate, stars, dragons, and the Will of Heaven, interspersed with poetry and philosophy. He sobbed and begged for his recorder as I drew him away. Note: the following recording requires Level-3 clearance to access. Close <Begin recording> Song: Professor! Professor, what are you doing here? What's going on? Sheng! Sheng! Zhu: (babbling and whimpering) Hui? Hui, what are you still doing here? I thought you were in Jinang. Song: And that's where you should be, Sheng. How did you get here? Zhu: I…I don't know. I just went out walking, and…I think I blacked out for a moment. (He gives a cry.) There it is again! Someone's calling my name! Shut up! Go away! I've never met you before in my life! Song: Professor… Zhu: What was that injection for, Hui? It made me feel…empty, like there was a dark part of my mind. But now it's coming back. The darkness is gone. And— Song: Sheng, what do you mean? Zhu: (shakes his head) I forgot, but then I remembered again. Nobody else does, but I remember everything! Why is that? (silence) Zhu: (sobbing) Who am I, Hui? How did I get here? What in the world am I doing? Why am I the only one who remembers everything? Clouds. Clouds. When I close my eyes, I see myself flying through them… Song: Professor, calm down. We'll get you some help. Just rest for now. (Zhu notices the SCP logo on Song's lab coat. He touches it.) Zhu: (whispers) What is this, Hui? Song: It's nothing, just a fancy American logo I had sewn into my lab coat. Come on, sit down for a minute. (Song helps Zhu find a seat. Zhu's eyes are fixed on Song.) Zhu: You're not really with the Chinese National Space Administration, are you, Hui? Song: Professor, you're tired. Here, drink this. It's just whiskey. (Song pours a glass and offers it to Zhu. He stares at it wide-eyed, then at Song. Horror overwhelms Zhu's expression.) Zhu: Never mind who I am, Hui. The real question is, who are you? (Song sighs and consumes the whiskey, then pours another one.) Song: There. Now do you trust me? (Zhu takes the cup, eyeing it suspiciously.) Zhu: I thought I did. But then again, I don't even trust myself anymore. (scoffs) To your very good health, my friend. Mine's not worth drinking to. (Zhu consumes the whiskey and passes out shortly. Song's inoculation to the drugged drink keeps him lucid long enough to summon help. Zhu is escorted away from the site and amnestics are re-administered.) <End recording> One last addendum for the day: there are now six sets of characters. 智多星 Resourceful Star 赤髮鬼 Red Haired Devil 白日鼠 Daylight Rat 立地太歲 Immovable Tai Sui 短命二郎 Reckless Erlang 活閻羅 Yanluo Incarnate Foundation spies in the GOC have noted that three prominent operatives — triplets, to be precise — have gone AWOL. An emergency hearing took place the following day concerning the actions and efficacy of the amnesticologist present during Zhu's operation. Senior Researcher Song was called in to supplement the testimonial. After four hours, it was determined that the procedures were correctly adhered to, and Zhu had either been inured, inoculated, or immune to amnestization through no fault of the amnesticologist, nurse, or staff present. Song was dismissed as an investigation was ordered to discover the nature of Zhu's recovery. It is currently hypothesized that SCP-7942 contains mnestic effects. Day 19 I thought I had put SCP-7942 behind me after that hearing, but I was later called over to finalize a few details, so I set off for what I assumed to be the last time. With Zhu back to his old life and myself presumably going back to CNSA, the Foundation wanted someone there full-time. My only remaining task was to choose a successor, and while all of my options were competently suited for the job, I thought back to Zhu's musings, and decided to go for the youngest and most energetic one available. That turned out to be Chao Ji, a woman only seven years my junior, but a seasoned containment specialist eager to prove herself. The stele had been contained to the best of the Foundation's ability, though they were still looking into ways of relocating it. Ultimately, though, they deemed it a fairly innocuous slab with only minor anomalous properties. Of all the researchers attached to this project, only Professor Zhu had been "affected" in any manner; numerous D-class, baseline humans, and even anomalous humans had been exposed to the tablet with no reaction. Still, the Foundation wasn't taking chances. It was late by the time Chao and I had finalized everything, and since the nearest hotel was an hour's drive away, I was invited to stay at the research site. I admit to experiencing a degree of nostalgia as I was led back to my old tent, the song of marsh-frogs and marsh-birds lulling me into comfort, the clear skies alight with glittering fire, the breeze complimented perfectly with a hot meal and a cold drink. I stayed up long enough to socialize with her, partly because I wanted to see what kind of a successor I was entrusting this task to, and partly… Well, she was a woman and I was a man, and we were both only human. Professionals — but still human. [Edit:] That came out wrong. We just kept each other company as we talked, ate, and drank. When we were done, we shook hands and left for our own tents. I don't want anyone getting the wrong impression. [REDACTED] Close Day 20 I awoke that day to a dead silence. And I mean that: there were no frogs, or insects, or birds making any sound, nor was there wind, nor sounds of voices, nor stirring of any sort. Twenty-one people were in that camp that day, including myself, yet not one of them so much as rustled. I wasn't really put off by that at first, since I knew these marshes were regularly tranquil, but as I washed my face and got dressed, I could feel that something was amiss. The emptiness that awaited me as I left the tent was disquieting; I found myself creeping along, not daring to break the silence, eyes wide and muscles tense. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the bodies. Fear took over me as I knelt down to examine them. I felt neither pulse nor breath nor warmth, and when I called Site-78 to request assistance, the service had been completely cut off. I ran to the path, hoping to find a car I could use, but it was completely impassible. Two mighty trees were laid crisscrossed over it, and a boulder ten times my size lay behind them, rendering escape impossible. I know I had not been so exhausted or inebriated that I couldn't have heard such a calamitous change in our surroundings. I returned to camp, desperately searching for somebody — something — anything. Finally I chanced upon the body of poor Chao, abandoning my fear for grief as I knelt down and wailed. It was then that I heard the voice: "Don't worry, she's merely asleep. They're all asleep." My body was rubbery; I could barely move, much less stand. I had strength enough to turn around and see someone standing there, though. I have to admit, despite all the precautions we had taken, I wasn't really surprised to see him there. Maybe this, too, was fate. "You did this to them?" I demanded, shakily. He nodded. "I had to incapacitate them. It would have been inconvenient for me—" "But they're dead!" I exclaimed, railing against his impassive stare, "They're all dead! You killed them!" "Stop that!" he roared, leering hotly. "Do you seriously think I'd ever do that? How greatly your opinion of me has changed!" He calmed down, grumbling, rubbing his neck as if this were no more troubling than a mosquito. "I suppose I can't blame you, though. In truth, it's more like they're in stasis than sleep. Their metabolism is slowed, and their body temperature is low. They'll be fine in a few hours. I just wanted us to have one more moment together, in privacy." I sat beside Chao in despondency and disbelief. He snorted and folded his hands together. "Think of this as payback for trying to erase my memories." "How did you do this?" I managed. He grunted, ignoring my question as he walked away. Furious, I sprang up and threw myself at him, but was repulsed by an unknown force before I could grab him. He stopped, turning to face me. "If you've got so much energy left, then come with me. Or you could stay here. You still have your free will." What an ironic thing to say; of course I had no choice but to follow. He led me to the stone tablet, flanked by four unresponsive guards, and removed the tarp with a flourish. One more set of characters was visible (入雲龍). "Go on and take one last picture," he gestured. "Give it to your Foundation or keep it for yourself. Either way, I suspect you'll want something to remember me by." Shakily, I did as he bade me. He even smiled. Prof. Zhu alongside SCP-7942. The characters seen in the photograph were not present at the time. "Professor, what happened?" I whispered to the silence. He turned around, away from me. "It's difficult for me to explain," he said, more to the tablet than to me. "I don't yet fully understand everything myself. It's like…trying to describe the waking world to a dreamer. Everything I see and feel and experience is real, far more real than you or anyone else could imagine. Yes, I guess you could say that I finally woke up, having dreamed for so long. Hmm, perhaps my very dreams were the ones to wake me up. I dreamed so vividly that my dreams became reality. No — wait — it's like coming to the realization that you were incarnated from a previous life, and all the memories of that previous life are being incorporated into you. It's…rebirth, or rather, reawakening. It's a dangerous flood that messes with your mind." He looked at me, laughing at my incredulity. "There, you see? I told you it's difficult to explain. But I'm not sleeping anymore; I'm wide awake. I know where I am. I know who I am. I know what I'm supposed to do now, what I was meant to do. I had a destiny before; that destiny's come back to claim me. I've been denying it ever since I came here, but now, at last, I've accepted it." He reached out and touched the tablet again. "Forgive me, Master. You've called to me so persistently, so patiently, but I didn't want to answer. I was afraid. I didn't want to…to listen to the Will of Heaven. I was comfortable, a man of science, or…I dreamed I was. But I'm awake now, ready to serve you once again, as I did in my past life. The Tablet of Destiny showed me the way. I'm ready to join you and our brothers." He sighed, smiling, as the jade characters began to glow. "Once more, we will gather in the Hall of Loyalty and Honor. Once more, we will wield fate against a corrupted world. I can't wait to see you again, Master. We'll have so much to talk about, so much to do…" "Zhu Sheng," I called, reaching for him. He swiftly brushed me aside. "That's not my name!" His anger flashed quickly, but cooled just as quickly. He composed himself, and hung his head. "You don't know this, Hui, but I had it legally changed when my father died. I took my mother's family name, so I could carry it forward. But originally…" He laughed, grinning, eyes twinkling with celestial light. "Yes, originally. And…back then, too, in my previous life. I'm taking it back now. Originally…I was Gongsun. Gongsun Sheng."6 He looked at the tablet one last time. At the new characters that had formed. They were prominent, molten jade, bright with promise, bright as starlight. 入雲龍 "Gongsung Sheng: the Dragon in the Clouds." He stepped behind the stele, and I gave chase. There was nothing there but a wall the Foundation had set up earlier. I searched carefully, but found no trace of Zhu Sheng. Then I chanced to look up, and while it may have been a trick of the light, or my own dazed comprehension, I thought I saw something flying in the clouds, roiling and undulating silently. When I blinked, it was gone. All I could do was sit, wait for everyone to recover, and try to come up with an explanation. Had the Tablet unlocked some long-forgotten memory of a past life? Had an unknown entity, this "Master" Sheng spoke of, sent it to Earth as a herald for some noble — or nefarious — purpose? Had Sheng joined all the other missing people in some far-off realm? Had all of this truly been the Will of Heaven, and humanity was helpless against it? I stared at the monument for answers, but if it had any, it was keeping them to itself. Addendum: As of 22 Dec 2024 23:25, ██ more characters have appeared on SCP-7942. █████ of these characters have names above them, corresponding to missing members of the Foundation and various Groups of Interest, including ██ anomalous humanoids, and O5-██. Zhu Sheng has been reclassified as Person of Interest-7942-04. Efforts to locate the other 107 Persons of Interest associated with SCP-7942 are ongoing. "四海之内皆兄弟也" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7942" by Mister_Toasty, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7944 | safe | FlyPurgatorio SCP-7944: The shadows we cast Written by: FlyPurgatorio | Authorpage Art Exchange gift to Nickthebrick1 Item#: 7944 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Case Lead Site 312 Anna Dubois Gijs van Oosterbeek Harrit Swanepoel; Sterre de Veer Fig 1. SCP-7944 and the original box. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7944 is currently held in Secure Containment Locker 4 in Site 312’s anomalous storage unit in Nieuwegein, Netherlands. Rubber or nitrile gloves are to be worn when handling SCP-7944 unless cleared for testing by Lead Researcher Van Oosterbeek or Site Director Dubois. Description: SCP-7944 is a 1940s-style attachable electric light, commonly used by the American military during the liberation of the Netherlands. SCP-7944 was preserved by its former owner in the original box, which includes a handwritten note on the side: “A man is the shadow he casts on the world,” followed by the letters “AS.” Unlike non-anomalous flashlights of the same make and model, SCP-7944 is capable of producing coloured light. When switched on, SCP-7944 will generate an orange light with no further anomalous effects. At undetermined intervals, the colour will shift, resulting in the shadow no longer matching the illuminated subject. Instead, it will show what appears to be symbolic representations or alternative statuses. Preliminary testing determined the following options: red, yellow, blue, purple, and green, as well as “baseline” orange. Not every subject will trigger all colours. SCP-7944’s battery compartment is not accessible, and penetrative scans have shown it is empty. The correlation between the coloured light and its subsequent shadow, as well as SCP-7944’s source of power, is subject to further examination. Discovery: On 2020-02-17, Foundation monitoring towers registered an unusual spike in Hume levels at the Zuyderzonne Palliative Care Home in Arnhem, Netherlands, alerting the nearest site for possible Reality Altering Risks. Field Agent Jacob Banks was dispatched to investigate, and discovered SCP-7944 in the Home’s lost and found. SCP-7944 was previously seen in the possession of Mr. Thomas Springs, a resident of Zuyderzonne’s long-term housing wing for patients with Korsakoff syndrome.1 Nursing staff reported that Mr. Springs had misplaced it several weeks prior to the discovery event, and had started questioning other residents about its whereabouts. These inquiries grew increasingly confrontational over the weeks, eventually leading to an altercation with a neighbour in which Mr. Springs came to a fall. Staff and residents had encountered the item’s anomalous properties in the preceding months to its discovery but had rejected it as an optical illusion. No witness could recall the changing of colour. Due to Mr. Spring's medical condition, Agent Banks was unable to complete questioning him on SCP-7944's origins during the initial retrieval. A follow-up visit is scheduled on 2020-02-26. Site 312’s Anomalous Technologies Specialist Harrit Swanepoel was assigned to SCP-7944 to determine the specific nature of its anomalous effects, power supply, and ontokinetic risks. See Addendum 7944/01 for the research hypothesis and an excerpt of tests performed. Addendum 7944/01 RESEARCHER NOTES Submitted on: 2020-02-18 Approved on: 2020-02-20 Performed on: 2020-02-21 Hypothesis: Each colour shows a different “aspect” of the item subjected to SCP-7944. These colours are not randomly assigned, but appear to have a predetermined connotation. The “orange” colour functions as the baseline (or: “present”) aspect of the subject. Power is taken ontokinetically from the surroundings rather than an internal power source. Base readings show minor fluctuations in Hume levels if switched off. These base levels appear to increase slightly over time. Research questions: 1) What is the connotation between a specific colour and the displayed shadow? 2) Is the specific source SCP-7944 draws power from traceable, predictable and/or manipulable? Test design: A set of 10 randomly chosen items from around Site 312 offices, with varying levels of “uniqueness” and emotional connotation. Each item will be subjected to SCP-7944’s effects 3 times in the same location to rule out variations in Hume levels and visuals displayed. Below are a selection of test results to illustrate SCP-7944’s effects. See Document 7944/HS-T110 for full documentation and accompanying video. TEST 1 Item description: a randomly chosen mug from the kitchenette, unused. The mug is white and has no special print or unusual characteristics. Light colour Display time Shadow Orange 2 seconds A mug. Red 2 seconds The mug, upside down (as usually stored in the cupboard). Yellow 2 seconds The same mug with its handle broken off. Orange Indefinite A mug. No changes in repeat tests. Note: N/A TEST 3 Item description: a half-burned vanilla scented candle from Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek's desk. Light colour Display time Shadow Orange 2 seconds A candle. Red 2 seconds A burning candle. Green 2 seconds A human sitting in a lotus position. Yellow 2 seconds A shorter candle, still burning. Purple 2 seconds A vanilla flower. Orange Indefinite A candle. No changes in repeat tests. Note: N/A TEST 6 Item description: A red tie with several small trombones on it, belonging to Agent Jacob Banks. Light colour Display time Shadow Orange 4 seconds A tie, bound with a simple knot. Red 4 seconds An unknotted tie. Yellow 4 seconds A tie, bound with a Full Windsor knot. Blue 4 seconds A moving shadow, showing a step by step guide for tying a Full Windsor knot. Green 4 seconds A silhouette of Agent Banks playing the trombone, followed by a briefcase and the SCP Foundation logo.2 Purple 4 seconds A moving shadow: a silhouette of two humans from the torso up. One placing his hand on the shoulder of the other, who answers with an embrace. Due to the two figures standing close together, identifying attributes are difficult to distinguish. Orange Indefinite A tie, bound with a simple knot. No changes in repeat tests. Note: This was the first item tested with personal significance. During the test, fluctuations in Hume were registered that were absent in earlier tests. TEST 7 Item description: A small, 3-D printed figurine of a swan, hand-painted by Researcher Harrit Swanepoel. Light colour Display time Shadow Orange 4 seconds A figurine. Red 4 seconds A roll of filament, followed by a printing [brand redacted] 3-D printer.3 Blue 4 seconds A diagram of the printing time and amount of filament needed to make this print. Purple 4 seconds A swan, a paintbrush and several bottles of miniature paint. Yellow 4 seconds The figurine positioned next to a monitor, a picture frame, a scented candle and a desk organiser. It was later determined this resembled the setup of Researcher Van Oosterbeek’s desk. Green 4 seconds A silhouette of Researcher Swanepoel, surrounded by binary code. Orange Indefinite A figurine. No changes in repeat tests. Note: Similar fluctuations in Hume levels as Test 6. Also noted is the same display duration as Test 6, leading to the following hypothesis: a more complex object leads to longer display times. TEST 9 Item description: A vase with 3 asters in it, borrowed from the desk of Site 312’s psychologist Sterre de Veer. The vase was described as an “upcycled whisky bottle” by Ms. De Veer. Light colour Display time Shadow Orange 4 seconds A vase with 3 asters. Red 4 seconds A corked bottle of wine and 3 seeds. Yellow 4 seconds A broken bottle and 3 wilted flowers. Purple 4 seconds A night sky filled with twinkling stars. Blue 4 seconds The molecular structure for ethanol and the word “ἀστήρ.”4 Green 4 seconds A silhouette of Specialist De Veer. Orange Indefinite A vase with 3 asters. This test was repeated once, with consistent results. Before the second repeat could be performed, Mx. Swanepoel was asked to perform minor IT adjacent duties in another office. During their absence, Agent Claessen entered the office to retrieve a file and accidentally brushed against the vase, almost tipping it over. He steadied it and put it slightly further to the left, unbeknownst to Researcher Swanepoel. When Mx. Swanepoel returned to run the replica test, the results were as follows: Light colour Display time Shadow Orange 4 seconds A vase with 3 asters. Red 4 seconds A silhouette of Agent Jan Claessen drinking directly from the bottle. The shadow spreads until it fills the frame. Green 4 seconds A skull and crossbones symbol, reminiscent of the danger symbol for poison. Yellow 4 seconds The logo for the SCPAA.5 Purple 4 seconds A noose. Orange Indefinite A vase with 3 asters. Notes: A spike of Hume levels was registered during this test, which extended to the monitors stationed in the flex office used by Agent Claessen. This, in addition to the changes in the test result, lead to the hypothesis that the person interacting with SCP-7944 and/or its subject affects the resulting anomalous display. Due to the above outcome, the subject of test 10 was changed without review or approval. TEST 10 Item description: Mx. Harrit Swanepoel. Light colour Display time Shadow Orange 4 seconds Mx. Harrit Swanepoel. Red 7 seconds A baby, followed by a small child, teenager and adult pre-transition. The silhouettes resemble Researcher Swanepoel at ages 1, 6, 15 and 20. Yellow 4 seconds A long string of binary, overlapping until it is fully dark. Blue 2 seconds Personal documents, including a Dutch and South African passport, [redacted in archived test material]. Green 2 seconds A swan flapping its wings on water. Purple 10 seconds In quick succession: a robot; a bunch of cables and wires; a springbok running off-screen; a puppet; a hand reaching to another hand; a computer; a duckling morphing into a swan; an umbrella with rain falling down around it; a triangle surrounded by numerous spheres and cubes; several computer chips forming connections; a goose with a small swan hiding from the rain under its wing; the same cubes, spheres and triangle, now stacked; a string of binary code. Orange Indefinite Mx. Harrit Swanepoel. A close-up of the binary and Test Item 10 (left). Translation attempts didn't result in a coherent text. Note: A notable spike in Hume levels was registered during this test. No repeat test was performed, and Mx. Swanepoel was reprimanded for using themselves as test subject before clearing it with senior administration. Medical review showed no neurological effects and no changes in Mx. Swanepoel’s personal Hume field. CONCLUSIONS After review of test results, a hypothesized key for the connection between colour and change of shadow was created. Fig 2. Proposed key for SCP-7944's colour changes. Excerpt taken from document 7944/HS-T110. Power supply appears to be guided by the individual interacting with SCP-7944, reflecting back on the displayed imagery. The default Hume interference is not fully understood as of yet. To confirm this key, as well as attempting to further pinpoint the Hume level irregularities, additional testing was requested. The possibility of objective versus subjective shadow display was discussed in the context of SCP-7944's possible use during questioning. To investigate the viability of this application, a test with a live subject was requested. Since Site 312 does not have access to D-Class personnel and no medical effects from SCP-7944 exposure were registered, Lead Researcher Van Oosterbeek volunteered as test subject. Due to Researcher Swanepoel’s earlier unsanctioned actions, Specialist Sterre de Veer was assigned to this project as co-lead. Ms. De Veer was in charge of test design and questioning while Mx. Swanepoel’s duties were limited to technical setup, data collection and review. Addendum 7944/02 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2020-02-24 INTERVIEWERS: Specialist Sterre de Veer, Site 312 Researcher Harrit Swanepoel, Site 312 INTERVIEWEE: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 NOTE: This file was translated from Dutch to English using the SwanTran4.9 Translation and Transcription Tool. Original language file available upon request. [BEGIN LOG] [The camera turns on. In frame is Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, sitting on a chair with his hands resting on his legs. To the right is the SCP-7944 object, placed on a tripod and surrounded by monitoring equipment. Mx. Harrit Swanepoel is standing next to it, then steps out of frame. Ms. Sterre de Veer is standing on the left, holding a set of notecards with highlighted questions.] STERRE: Camera is running. Are you ready, sir? GIJS: About as ready as you can be for an interview under a bright spotlight. [Sigh] What do you want me to talk about? STERRE: We have a set of predetermined topics to see if we can direct the changing of the light based on the conversation. We’re also trying to determine the exact nature of the green and purple colour, since they appear to be quite close but not interchangeable. So these questions are designed to draw out more symbolic responses. [Gijs nods. He twists his wedding ring around his finger.] STERRE: If any of these questions make you uncomfortable, or you prefer not to answer, please say so and we’ll change the subject. This is by no means an interrogation. HARRIT: Ready? [He nods again. Harrit, wearing a nitrile glove, switches SCP-7944 on. Researcher Van Oosterbeek is cast in an orange light, resulting in a matching shadow on the wall behind him.] STERRE: Could you please state your name and position within the Foundation? GIJS: Right. My name is Gijs van Oosterbeek and I’m Site 312’s Lead Researcher. [The light quickly blinks to green, showing the outline of a goose aggressively flapping its wings and apparently hissing. Harrit chuckles, and Sterre signals them to stay quiet.] Fig 3. Still taken from camera feed. STERRE: Could you tell us a little bit about your work here? What is your field of expertise? GIJS: Officially, I specialise in bureaucratohazards and containment through regulation. [The colour changes to purple, and the shadow shows a large pile of documents and binders with a gavel on top. It then switches to green, depicting a cockroach walking in circles through a labyrinth. Van Oosterbeek pauses for a moment, eying the changed light before continuing.] GIJS: But in practise, I spend most of my time as head of the Department of Relations and Regulations. Filling out forms, requesting grants, setting up collaboration with organisations on both sides of the Veil. All to fill the holes left in our finances due to our "challenging" budget. You know, the real exciting stuff. [He gestures for emphasis, which isn't replicated by the shadow. It turns blue and shows a collage of forms, diagrams and underlined fine print. Clearly visible are the FITP-998/31 and EXC-819-A4/02b forms.6] GIJS: When I do get to do research, it’s usually part of an investigation. Interviews in the field and data collection, since I’m currently the only qualified Field Researcher — although we’re in the process of changing that, aren’t we? [He winks at Sterre. The light switches to purple, and shows his shadow handing a magnifier glass to a silhouette that looks like her.] GIJS: God, this is nerve-wrecking. Resisting the urge to look is harder than I thought. STERRE: You’re doing great, sir. HARRIT: No dark secrets or repressed thoughts yet. GIJS: Haven’t had those since I came out of the closet, anyway. [The light momentarily switches to orange before turning purple. The shadow still resembles Van Oosterbeek, except he’s now holding a glass of wine. In the backdrop is the phrase “Normal is like, totally crazy enough.” in a loopy font. Harrit starts laughing.] Fig 4. Still taken from camera feed. GIJS: Did I jinx it? HARRIT: I think the SCP just called you basic. GIJS: [Laughing] You don’t need anything anomalous to figure that out. STERRE: Let’s go back to the pre-established questions. Could you tell us a little bit about your career before you joined the Foundation? [The light turns red, and the shadows show an outline of Van Oosterbeek with more hair, standing behind a podium with a microphone. It then turns green and depicts a voting ballot with a checked box.] GIJS: Sure. Would you believe I used to be a politician? That’s where I ran into the Foundation: I tried to reform a convoluted law that turned out to be convoluted on purpose. [The shadow shifts to a marijuana leaf.] STERRE: And is that when you– Fig 5. Still taken from camera feed, mid-transition between shadow displays. [There is a knock on the door. It opens before anyone can answer, and Agent Jacob Banks briefly steps into view of the camera, then steps back. The light switches back to orange.] JACOB: I’m sorry to interrupt, I– we just received a follow-up from the medical lab. GIJS: You’re not going to tell me there is a medical effect after all, just as we’re experimenting on me? JACOB: Nothing like that. [Clears throat] No, it's forensics, they -– there are -– it appears there is a– GIJS: Spit it out, kiddo. JACOB: They found a genetic match. For you. For one of the residents, and you. [Van Oosterbeek freezes up for a moment. He frowns, then gets up and walks off-screen. His shadow doesn’t move. The rustling of papers is heard.] [The light suddenly turns blue, displaying two strings of DNA. They split apart, and half of each combines into a new string of DNA.] GIJS: [Off-screen] T-they’re sure? [The light starts to flash in quick succession. Red: an adult woman with a one-year-old child standing on her shoes, taking steps together. Blue: the name "Arthur", followed by a question mark. Green: a razorblade and a tie being tied.] JACOB: Yeah, positive. [Yellow: Van Oosterbeek pacing back and forth. Red: a man and woman holding hands, with a Ferris wheel and pier in the background. Purple: the silhouette of a man with a question mark as his head. Yellow: the chair thrown across the room. Purple, then red, then purple: a 10-year-old boy crying, looking around.] STERRE: Harrit, turn it off! [Mx. Swanepoel has been aggressively pressing the on-switch on SCP-7944 during the interruption, to no effect. The light switches to green, showing a burning fire being put out by rain, until everything is swept away.] HARRIT: I’m trying! It’s not letting me! The Hume readings are off the chart as well. [Sterre turns to the camera and redirects it to the ceiling. The light is still changing colours when the feed ends.] [END LOG] Addendum 7944/03 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2020-02-26 INTERVIEWERS: Field Agent Jacob Banks, Site 312 Specialist Sterre de Veer, Site 312 INTERVIEWEE: Mr. Thomas Springs, former owner of SCP-7944 OPERATIONAL SUPPORT: Researcher Harrit Swanepoel, Site 312 OBSERVING: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 NOTE: This file was translated from Dutch to English using the SwanTran4.9 Translation and Transcription Tool. Original language file available upon request. [BEGIN LOG] [The feed switches on, showing the interior of a car from the backseat. Two men are seated in the front: Gijs van Oosterbeek, who is driving, and Jacob Banks.] STERRE: Testing visual and audio feedback. Harrit, can you hear me? HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Yes, I still can. STERRE: And SwanTran? HARRIT: [Sigh] Is transcribing every word I say as I’m saying it. I am literally watching the words appear on the screen, it’s riveting. [Jacob turns around in his seat.] JACOB: We’ve been using this equipment for every field investigation I’ve been part of. It all works. STERRE: I just don’t want any surprises. It’s the first time out for the new portable Kant counter. JACOB: And the new Field Researcher. [He makes a dramatic sound effect] Away from the safe confines of labs and offices, and out in the big bad world. Will she be ready for the real work to begin? This February, Specialist De Veer will embark on a quest of a lifetime. [Sterre adjusts the camera on her blouse, ignoring him. She takes out a stack of notecards and starts reviewing them.] JACOB: Alright, first thing you need to know about field work: disregard all of those questions and pick three topics to focus on. Then– GIJS: How about you let me do the mentoring, kiddo. You can focus on fixing your tie. [Jacob turns back around, looking down at his tie.] JACOB: I’m just telling her what you taught me. “Don’t focus on the standard procedures and generalised questions in a non-sterile environment.” GIJS: Yeah, because you tend to underprepare and hold onto those basics as a last resort. You’re better when you follow your gut. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Flailing upwards. GIJS: Can you save the snark for your internet friends, Harrit? [The car passes a sign reading “Zuyderzonne Tehuis; Palliative Care Home”. They turns up the driveway and park the car. Jacob gets out to help Sterre lift the suitcase that contains the Kant counter from the backseat.] JACOB: [Quietly] What’s wrong with my tie? STERRE: It’s hanging too high on your torso. JACOB: [Groan] Harrit messed up my knot during testing. STERRE: Your knot? Can’t you just retie it? [Pause] You can’t, can you? JACOB: I usually just ask Gijs to tie them for me, and loosen the knot when I get home. STERRE: For… every single one of your ties? GIJS: For god's sake, Jacob. I got you that one for Christmas, have you been doing it for two whole months? Fig 6. Still taken from Agent Jacob Banks' camera feed. [Gijs sighs and takes the tie with trombones from Jacob. The camera feed turns to the Kant counter, which Sterre is double-checking.] JACOB: It worked until now. GIJS: At least I don’t have to tell you to shave, now that you dumped the soul patch. JACOB: I was pulling that off. GIJS: That’s what I like about you Americans: believing in dreams to the point of self-deception. [Sterre hides a chuckle by burying herself behind her notecards.] JACOB: [Quietly] I– uh -– I wanted to say sorry for springing the news on you on camera. GIJS: Don’t worry, kiddo. There isn’t really an etiquette for telling your boss “I accidentally found your long-lost father and he might be magic,” is there? JACOB: That’s fair. GIJS: Besides, SwanTran records just about everything we do, cameras or no. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] That includes you rapping your field reports, Lin-Manuel. JACOB: It’s not rapping, it’s actually a slam poetry technique I use to order my thoughts. Picked it up when I was really into improv in college and– GIJS: Nobody’s surprised. [Some muffled sounds coming from Jacob’s microphone.] There you go, Full Windsor. Remind me to show you how to do this yourself later. JACOB: Thanks, pops. [Jacob gives a joke-salute and walks over to the reception. Gijs and Sterre sit down in the waiting room.] GIJS: You ready? STERRE: I think so, just a little nervous. How are you, sir? GIJS: Me? Fine, fine. Dealt with this stuff years ago. I’m just here to observe you two at work. [He winks] Wouldn’t want to miss your first field case. STERRE: I’ll do my best, sir. GIJS: I know, which is why you won't be needing those cards. [He holds out his hand. Sterre hesitates, holding her notecards with both hands.] GIJS: Come on, you prepared well. You don't need those. [Sterre takes a deep breath, looking one last time at her handwritten notes. She then reluctantly hands them over to Van Oosterbeek.] GIJS: You’re going to be fine, love. You got this. STERRE: I hope so. [Gijs places a hand on her shoulder and squeezes. She takes a deep breath, tightly gripping the handle of the portable Kant counter. A moment later, Jacob waves them to follow him, handing each of them a badge when they catch up.] JACOB: He's in the west wing, room 2.31. We’ll find it easily by following the red route. Cover story is nice and simple: we're grad students doing some preliminary interviews with Korsakoff patients for our thesis. No need to go into detail on the topic. STERRE: What about Mr. Springs? JACOB: You tell him whatever is necessary. It's not like he'll remember an hour later. [His eyes widen and he turns to Gijs.] JACOB: I'm sorry, that didn't sound the way it did in my head. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Just like your rapping. GIJS: Harrit, zip it. We don't need a peanut gallery. [To Jacob] It's fine, you're right. Natural amnestic treatment. JACOB: [Cheerily] Exactly! [They scan their badges and an automated door opens, leading to a crossroad. The floor is covered in coloured linoleum: blue on the right, yellow straight forward, and red on the left. A board hangs from the ceiling, with arrows in matching colours pointing in each direction, as well as the words “daily activities,” “treatment and therapy,” and “living quarters,” respectfully.] JACOB: I like how they took their time decorating. Gives it a little more of a friendly feel. STERRE: This kind of colour use helps people with cognitive disabilities like Alzheimer's and Korsakoff to find their way on their own. It lets them build more independence through routine. JACOB: Huh, clever. [They continue down the hallway, eventually arriving at room 2.31. The name "Thomas Springs" is posted under the number. Jacob gives Sterre a head nod, then opens the door.] JACOB: [Quietly, to Sterre] Just follow my lead. [They enter a small but cozy, personalised living room with a bed next to the window, and an adjacent bathroom. Mr. Springs is sitting in a chair next to his desk, carefully cutting the leaves of his bonsai tree. A large pachira tree stands in the corner, and several grass plants and cacti are standing or hanging from shelves. Sterre's camera feed passes the window in the door, showing Gijs talking to a nurse in the hallway. The view lingers on a whiteboard placed next to the door, where several pictures of nursing staff are displayed with their title and name.] Fig 7. Still taken from Specialst De Veer's camera feed.7 JACOB: Morning, Thomas. How are we feeling today? [Mr. Springs turns around and quickly glances at the badge on Jacob's jacket.] THOMAS: Morning, Dr. Banks. I'm good. Just finished watering the plants. [Jacob nudges Sterre forward. She drags the Kant counter closer and connects two wired sensors, placing the first one carefully on the desk.] STERRE: Would you mind if I attach this, Thomas? I’d like to take your vitals. THOMAS: You certainly can, dear. Although I’m fine, you're all making such a fuss. It's just a little bonk on the crown, and I got a dense head. You should've seen the other guys. [Sterre extends the second sensor, attaching it to Mr. Springs' left index finger. He looks at it with interest.] STERRE: Guys? There was more than one? THOMAS: Yeah. There were three of them, all built like mountains. Got me right in the back when I stepped outside. JACOB: [Frowning] Really? THOMAS: [To Sterre] I might not look like it, but I can pack a punch. Though I gotta be honest: they got the better of me. [Jacob is looking around the room. There are yellow post-it notes everywhere, with little to-do lists on them. "Wear striped sweater and jeans; take morning walk (crossed out); water plants (crossed out); 11:00 physical therapy; 14:30 buy groceries." is written on one next to the landline phone.] THOMAS: And all because we're no longer allowed to smoke in the pub. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Hume field is within acceptable parameters. I’m taking a baseline reading, keep him talking. Fig 8. Still from Agent Banks' camera feed. JACOB: You know what I’d call that? Governmental overreach. THOMAS: Damn right. [Shakes head] Those civil servants need something to worry about, or they’ll remember to do their job. [Jacob’s feed is lingering on a set of photographs.] THOMAS: Has anyone ever told you that you have a lovely aura, Dr. De Veer? STERRE: [While monitoring the Kant counter] I can honestly say that’s a new one, sir. What does it look like? THOMAS: Deep, calming indigo, like an endless starry sky on a warm spring night. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Mm, minor spike detected. Could be a flub, since I'm also getting some weird feedback. Can you reproduce it, Joker? JACOB: You can’t leave me hanging after that. What does mine look like? THOMAS: Loud. [Harrit is heard snickering through the earpiece.] THOMAS: And red. Like an alarm going off, or fireworks. Maybe an eagle screeching. You’re an American? [Jacob's feed turns to a bin with discarded post-it notes: red ones with ‘Monday’ written on top and blue ones with ‘Sunday’, both filled with crossed-out to-do lists.] JACOB: My accent already gave me away, so you’ll have to try harder to impress me. THOMAS: Don’t have to, but I can. [He grabs a pack of playing cards and shuffles them, holding up three cards he can’t see himself: 10 of diamonds, ace of spades, and a joker.] THOMAS: Pick a card. Left, middle, right. JACOB: Middle. [He shuffles them again, then points at Sterre.] THOMAS: Look at your badge, doctor. [Sterre looks down. A playing card is pinned on top of her nametag. She takes it off and holds it up in front of her camera: a queen of hearts.] HARRIT: [Through earpiece] That’s disappointing. Also: no new spikes, seems like a normal sleight of hand. THOMAS: Because you’re a queen that just stole my heart. [To Jacob] Your card is in your pocket. [Jacob feels in his pocket and takes out a playing card, holding it up to the feed. It is the ace of spades.] HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Little blip there. Seems like our magician is cheating. [Sterre turns to Jacob, then starts laughing and points to his badge. The camera feed shows a playing card in front of the visitor pass.] Fig 9. Still taken from Agent Banks camera feed. JACOB: [Cheerily] That sums me up, alright. Good one. THOMAS: Wait until I get my lamp back from the police. I’ll be able to show you your deepest, darkest secrets. STERRE: Your lamp? THOMAS: My magic lamp. Those schoffies8 must’ve taken it when I got knocked out. Got it from my dad, a real family heirloom. It’ll reveal your true nature, in all its fragmented glory. [Sigh] I hope they get it back soon. STERRE: Where did he get it? [Thomas has taken out an old coin and starts flipping it between his fingers.] THOMAS: By fighting in the American army to free the Western Front. After the war he decided to stay, fall in love, build a family. You know how it goes. [He flips the coin into the air, then grabs it] He was done with the harshness and horrors of humanity, so he turned to performance. Light up the world with magic. [He flips over his hands, suddenly holding a bouquet of flowers, which he hands to Sterre with a wink. Jacob’s feed now shows the vase on his nightstand to be empty.] THOMAS: Anything to brighten the day. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] That was a spike. Biggest one we've got yet. Interference seems to be getting loopy, too. [Pause] I'm going to run some additional analysis. Got my readings, you can disconnect our magic man. Fig 10. Flowers given to Specialist De Veer and returned to Site 312.9 [Sterre takes the flowers and thanks Mr. Springs. She starts removing the sensors.] JACOB: Thank you for your time, Thomas. I hope they find your lamp soon. [Thomas gives a polite nod, then turns back to his bonsai. The two leave the room, carefully closing the door, and look down the hallway.] JACOB: Where did the gooseman waddle off to? HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Went for a walk, he’ll be back soon. Give me a sec, I want to check something. JACOB: That was odd, being lied to with a straight face. STERRE: He wasn’t lying. Confabulation and interference are symptoms of Korsakoff syndrome, resulting from processing errors in the brain. He’s conflating earlier memories or distorting events, but he believes them to be accurate. At some point in his life, he was probably mugged after leaving a pub. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] See, I wasn’t seeing things. I just rewound the feed: the flowers on his nightstand were tulips. JACOB: That confirms he’s ontokinetically gifted. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Less than what we’d call a Level 1 Reality Bender, according to the analysis. JACOB: So he's just supplementing his normal skills with it. Like instinct. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] You think the lamp might’ve rubbed off on him, after decades of use? STERRE: Maybe, or maybe it just enhanced what was already there. JACOB: A missing component, in a way. [He scratches his chin] What do you say, Mx. Robot? Any change of there being co-dependency? HARRIT: [Through earpiece] Mm, could be. That could fit with the interference I keep getting. Let me run some simulations. JACOB: Don't you already live in one? HARRIT: [Through earpiece] I wish. [A pause, some typing is heard] Gijs is in the hospital garden, by the way. [INTERRUPT] Chat with Untitled Gooseman [GIJS] bricked nickname[HARRIT] opened the chat … LOADING MESSAGE HISTORY … Untitled Gooseman [GIJS]: into water. You can put it in soil in a couple of days. bricked nickname[HARRIT]: Plantony is growing babies sideways MESSAGES FEB 24 Untitled Gooseman [GIJS]: My tablet doesn't recognise my password again. Can you reset? bricked nickname[HARRIT]: omw MESSAGES FEB 26 bricked nickname[HARRIT]: i cut your feed to give you some privacy lmk when you want me to get S&J Untitled Gooseman [GIJS]: :thumbs up: NEW MESSAGE Untitled Gooseman [GIJS]: I’m good. bricked nickname[HARRIT]: ill let them know <3 bricked nickname[HARRIT] left the chat Addendum 7944/03 VIDEO LOG [CONTINUED] [Sterre and Jacob follow the directions given to them by Harrit, and eventually find their way to a walled garden in the middle of the complex. Van Oosterbeek is sitting on a bench, staring at his phone. His eyes are red.] GIJS: Daniël called, so I had to take it. STERRE: Of course, sir. [Jacob sits down next to Gijs, unbuttoning his jacket and placing a hand on his shoulder.] JACOB: Fathers, amirite? Can’t live with them, can’t live without –- well, you can. I guess you can. STERRE: [Scolding] Jacob. GIJS: [Faintly smiling] I could, yeah. Done so all my life, and I think I managed pretty well. I’ve gone through the whole rigamarole: anger, mourning, accepting that I’d never know who he was or why he let my mother rot. But seeing him sit there, it just kinda hit me. [He closes his eyes, leaning the back of his head against the wall.] GIJS: I thought about it. What it would be like, meeting him. Four fucking decades I imagined what he would be like, what we would talk about, what his reasons could’ve been. STERRE: It’s a little different to mourn the father he is, not just the one he isn’t. GIJS: Yeah. [He wipes his eyes] I guess there was a moment where I thought: “well, better late than never,” but that ship has sailed. Unable to make new memories, the nurse said. Can't even remember the name of the people he sees every damn day. [Sterre places a hand on his lower arm. He places a hand on top of it.] STERRE: He still remembers who he was. Korsakoff isn’t regressive once under treatment. GIJS: You think I should talk to him? STERRE: Do you think it might give you closure? [Gijs shrugs and shakes his head.] JACOB: Worst case scenario, he forgets everything you said the moment you walk out. GIJS: Leave him like he left us. Hah, it would serve him right. JACOB: And you can do it as many times as you want! STERRE: Jacob! GIJS: [Laughing] You're pettier than me, kiddo. [He takes a deep breath] How did it go? JACOB: Harrit got some strange readings. Loopy shit. STERRE: Minor ontokinetic interference, but it's not as straightforward as you'd expect from an unintentional Reality Bender. So now we're thinking the SCP-7944 object and Mr. Springs are connected, in a way. JACOB: Two parts of the anomaly. We were discussing having them interact. GIJS: We could see what happens if we bring them together in the same room. [He tabs his briefcase] Maybe some additional emotional upset to trigger an outburst. STERRE: You mean you are going to talk to him? [Gijs gets up and straightens his back.] GIJS: We drove all the way here, might as well finish the job. [END LOG] Addendum 7944/04 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2020-02-26 INTERVIEWER: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 INTERVIEWEE: Mr. Thomas Springs, former owner of SCP-7944 OPERATIONAL SUPPORT: Field Agent Jacob Banks, Site 312 Specialist Sterre de Veer, Site 312 Researcher Harrit Swanepoel, Site 312 NOTE: This file was translated from Dutch to English using the SwanTran4.9 Translation and Transcription Tool. Original language file available upon request. [BEGIN LOG] [The feed opens on the interior of Mr. Thomas Spring’s room. He’s standing in his kitchenette, making a cheese sandwich. Gijs no longer has his earpiece in, but is still wearing a microphone. He's sitting on a chair next to the kitchen table, the Kant counter placed beside him. There is one sensor wire going into Gijs' briefcase, attached to SCP-7944, and another is set up on a nearby dresser. Jacob and Sterre are standing close to the door.] THOMAS: I rarely get visitors, let alone visitors for lunch. You sure you don’t want anything? GIJS: I’m good. Not hungry. THOMAS: Your kids don’t want to join us? GIJS: They’re not my kids. I work with them. They’re my team. THOMAS: A whole team, huh? At least you're taking mugging seriously this time. STERRE: We could leave, sir. GIJS: It’s fine. Are we good to go? THOMAS: When I reported the theft of my lamp, the officer just tried to downplay it. This country is going down the drain. HARRIT: [Through earpiece, simultaneously with Mr. Springs] Readings are clear, no activity in SCP-7944. More weird interference, but nothing to shatter or even dent reality. Tell him I'm ready. [Jacob gives him a thumbs up] Fig 11. Lead Researcher Van Oosterbeek next to the Kant counter sensor, activated.10 Still taken from Specialist De Veer's camera feed. [Thomas sits down opposite of Gijs, holding a plate with two cheese sandwiches. He looks at the badge on Gijs’ shirt.] THOMAS: “Van Oosterbeek.” I used to know someone by that name a long, long time ago. Lovely girl. GIJS: [Coldly] I’m aware. [Thomas stops chewing. He looks the man opposite of him.] THOMAS: You’re Sjaan’s kid. GIJS: You knew about me? THOMAS: [After a pause] Yeah. She wrote a letter telling me she was pregnant. Sent it to Arthur Springs. My father. That’s the name I’d given her. [Gijs doesn’t say anything. Thomas puts the plate down on his desk.] THOMAS: You have her eyes. HARRIT: [Through earpiece] And her decency. STERRE: [Scolding] No peanut gallerying! THOMAS: It was just a summer fling. One summer of love in Scheveningen. I wasn’t ready to be a father. GIJS: [Raised voice] She wasn’t ready to be a mother, but fuck knows nobody cared about that. THOMAS: You were better off without me in your life. GIJS: Clearly, but I would have liked a say in that. [Pause] THOMAS: How is Sjaan? GIJS: Dead. THOMAS: Oh. GIJS: Cancer, seven years ago. THOMAS: My condolences. GIJS: Tief op.11 [Several moments of silence. Thomas Springs has folded his hands together and is staring at his half-eaten lunch.] THOMAS: How did you find me? GIJS: [Sarcastically] Magic. THOMAS: Really? Like, Tarot cards? GIJS: No, it was just dumb luck. I didn't go out looking for you, if that's what you're asking. THOMAS: Oh. [Pause] You’re married? [Gijs looks down at his hands. He has been twisting his wedding ring around his finger.] THOMAS: I’d love to meet her someday. GIJS: Him. THOMAS: Oh. I mean, all kinds of stuff is possible these days. [Another pause. Thomas rubs the back of his neck, looking around himself to avoid Gijs’ staring. After several seconds, Gijs breaks the silence.] GIJS: That’s it, then? THOMAS: [Softly] I don't know, what do you want me to say? I mean– GIJS: Why didn't you look for me, if you knew about me? Why did you pretend I didn't exist? [Thomas looks at the floor and shrugs. Gijs curses under his breath. After several seconds of silence, Thomas clears his throat.] THOMAS: Look, I know I’m a piece of shit. I fucked you and Sjaan over. [He tabs against the side of his head] I’ve got quite a resumé of fuckups, and now I’m out of second chances. [Thomas stands up, walking over a dresser covered by cacti and succulents. Clear on display is the photo portrait of an army officer, presumably taken somewhere in the 1940s.] THOMAS: That’s Arthur, your grandfather. He came here after D-Day, found love and never left. [Pause] Sometimes I wish he had. Fig 12. Portrait of Arthur Springs, on display on Mr. Springs' dresser. Still taken from Agent Banks' camera feed (zoomed in). JACOB: [Mumbling] “A man is the shadow he casts on the world – Arthur Springs.” GIJS: So that’s the excuse. THOMAS: It isn’t. I don't have any. I just– HARRIT: [Through earpiece] I’m getting a massive read. Did you turn on the flashlight? JACOB: No, we didn’t. [The feed shows light coming from Gijs' briefcase. It is flashing in all colours, one after the other. Thomas turns around, his eyes widening.] THOMAS: My lamp! [The colours start to flow together. The light is turning bright, piercing white.] HARRIT: [Through earpiece] It’s stabilising. The loop is resolving. No spikes, no weird feedback, none. Did it turn off? JACOB: No, it’s still on. STERRE: I think it's neutralising itself. [Gijs looks over. Jacob mimics a flat line, then throws his hands in confusion. The light grows brighter as Gijs opens his briefcase, taking out the box. Thomas takes it, walking back to the seating area and carefully placing the box to the desk. He opens it, taking out the flashlight.] [His eyes tear up. He holds the light in his hand, then looks at his son. Behind Gijs is an endlessly complex series of shadows dancing on the walls, morphing into each other. A woman walking with one-year-old child standing on her shoes, taking steps together. A boy cycling. Two fish swimming in circles. Two teens walking a dog. The Eiffel tower. A small tree growing taller and thicker. A multi-tiered cake with a topper of two men holding hands. Two people dancing a waltz. A knight swinging a sword.] THOMAS: [Softly] I'm sorry I missed all of it. [A goose spreading its wings, with several little chicks seeking shelter under it. An outline of Harrit enthusiastically showing off a device. A castle with a wall being build up, brick by brick. Gijs placing a hand on Jacob's shoulder, who answers with an embrace. A river, its water thrashing against the banks. An outline of Sterre surrounded by books, with Gijs holding her notecards, practising with her. Eight differently shaped glasses, raised in a toast.] [A man standing next to a cradle, gently swinging it. A mobile hangs above it, with a flower, a tie and a swan dangling from it. The castle stands in a storm, the water rising but held off by the wall. A vast sky with endless stars, 1s and 0s, and trombones twirling around in patterns reminiscent of a kaleidoscope.] [Behind Thomas, no shadow is cast.] [He places the lamp on the table, steps forward and wraps his arms around Gijs. Thomas is sobbing loudly, his shoulders shaking with every exhale. Gijs lets him, but doesn't reciprocate. Eventually, he pats Thomas curtly on the back.] [For a brief moment, a tiny blink of a shape can be made out in Thomas’ nothingness. The lamp turns off.] [END LOG] Notes: An update in Special Containment Procedures is pending. * * * * * * * * * * * Update available Loading… Item#: 7944 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Case Lead Site 312 Anna Dubois Gijs van Oosterbeek Gijs van Oosterbeek Fig 1. SCP-7944-A and the original box. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7944-A is currently held in Secure Containment Locker 4 in Site 312's anomalous storage unit in Nieuwegein, Netherlands. Rubber or nitrile gloves are to be worn when handling SCP-7944, unless cleared for testing by Lead Researcher Van Oosterbeek or Site Director Dubois. SCP-7944-B resides in a monitored room at the Zuyderzonne Care Home in Arnhem, Netherlands, and poses no individual risk to normalcy outside protocol 7944/LIGHTUP, which is to be carried out once per month for stabilisation of SCP-7944-A. Description: SCP-7944 consists of two components. SCP-7944-A is a 1940s style attachable electric light, commonly used by the American military during the liberation of the Netherlands. It is preserved in the original box, which contains a handwritten note on the side: “A man is the shadow he casts on the world”, followed by the initials “AS.”12 This note was added by Mr. Thomas Springs, hereafter referred to as SCP-7944-B, who has an ontokinetic connection to SCP-7944-A. SCP-7944-A is capable of producing light that shows symbolic or asynchronous representations of the illuminated subject. If both components of SCP-7944 are apart for more than 19 days, SCP-7944-A with start to fragment into a coloured spectrum and generate rising levels of ontokinetic feedback. Protocol 7944/LIGHTUP was designed to temporary stabilise SCP-7944-A fragmentation by reuniting it with SCP-7944-B on a monthly basis. Currently, Lead Researcher Van Oosterbeek is assigned this task under the cover of a family visit. Fig 2. Picture of the whiteboard in SCP-7944-B's room.13 Footnotes 1. A neurological disorder characterised by amnesia, confabulation and short-term memory loss, often resulting from excessive alcohol use in combination with bad eating habits. 2. Agent Banks confirmed he only started wearing ties after being employed by the SCP Foundation. 3. The same machine owned and used by Mx. Swanepoel to print the figurine. 4. Ancient Greek for “star”, etymological root of the name “aster.” 5. Support, Care & Prevail – Addiction Anomalous, the Foundation-sponsored addiction support group. Agent Claessen is the Benelux chapter lead. 6. The intern program that employed Mx. Swanepoel until 2020, and the international exchange program that funded Agent Banks’ and Dr. Demir’s extended training, respectively. 7. SwanTran image transcription: “Nick (therapeut), Emily (verpleegkundige)” Translation: Nick (therapist), Emily (nurse). 8. No direct translation found. SwanTran approximate translation: “menaces, bad kids with a mild criminal tendency.” 9. No anomalous aftereffects detected. All flowers are part of the Asteraceae family, including asters, gerberas and daisies. 10. Ontokinetic feedback made visible using filtering. 11. No direct translation found. SwanTran approximate translation: “fuck off; get out with typhoid.” 12. Athur Springs, SCP-7944-B's father. 13. SwanTran image transcription: “Gijs (zoon).” Translation: Gijs (son). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7944" by FlyPurgatorio, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7944. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. All pictures taken by FlyPurgatorio (aka me) are hereby released under CC by SA 3.0 licensing in its current form. 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SCP-7945 | thaumiel | Dr_Lamas Item#: 7945 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-7945-A instances shall be kept within a specialized animal containment unit situated at Site-39, confined within an empty glass container with a minimum dimension of 30 x 30 x 30 cm. SCP-7945-1 (A) The container must be fitted with an airtight lid, supplying a constant stream of oxygen via a fine mesh. The glass container shall be situated within an equally hermetic chamber, equipped with passive infrared sensors (PIR) distributed throughout the ceiling, walls, and floor. Containment procedures for SCP-7945 are to be executed with emphasis placed on preventing instances from reproducing. The containment chamber shall maintain a constant temperature of 65°F. In the event of any reproduction, any offspring, designated SCP-7945-1 (B) (or SCP-7945-B) must be terminated and incinerated immediately. The maximum number of SCP-7945-A instances allowed under Site-39 containment is strictly limited to four (4) at any given time. Containment of SCP-7945-1 instances are to be monitored by no less 4 than personnel, which must undergo a monthly examination by a memetic/psychologic expert. The personnel must be rotated with other 5 personnel teams. DESCRIPTION SCP-7945 is an anomalous subspecies of gecko that closely resembles Lepidodactylus lugubris, commonly known as the Mourning gecko. SCP-7945 instances and their clones display typical behavior for their non-anomalous counterparts, therefore, SCP-7945 reproduces through parthenogenesis1. The reproductive activity of SCP-7945 is, however, significantly higher. Notably, organisms which come into contact with SCP-7945 are subject to a metamorphosis that results in an imprecise replica of the anomaly due to SCP-7945-3 [Information about SCP-7945-3 is hereby reclassified due to security concerns]2. The process may produce malformed mutations, denominated SCP-7945-2. Experiments indicate that animal organisms display a higher success rate in transforming into SCP-7945 instances than members of other kingdoms. DISCOVERY ADDENDUM SCP-7945 was first identified in 1987 on the island of Tokunaga, following reports of a radical increase in the Lepidodactylus Lugubris population by local field biologists. A collaborative investigation between the Department of Fish and Wildlife and the University of Maui confirmed the reports, and the incident was covered in scientific publications such as National Geographic. Not only that, but private individuals reported unusual events related to SCP-7945. This garnered the attention of the Foundation, which assigned a team, led by Agent Meyster Smiles, who was chosen for his years of experience in both the field and the office. Following log is from an interview performed by Agt. Meyster Smiles, disguised as a psychologist, with Johnathan Whilestone. Video log <Start of log> Agt. Smiles: Good day, Mr. Whilestone. I'm Dr. Smiles, your psychologist. (extends his hand for a handshake, which Whilestone hesitates to) I understand from our records that you've been under a lot of stress. Ain't that correct? Johnathan whilestone: (shakes Dr. Smiles' hand) Yes, sure Agt. Smiles: Ok, please take a seat (Whilestone hesitates, then sits). Could'you explain to me how you've slept for the past week? Johnathan Whilestone: Oh, well, my sleep wasn't really good, I mean, I've been staying up most nights, like, either wandering around my apartment, reading, or just eating, which… I know, is a shame Agt. Smiles: (takes notes) Don't you worry, it's normal (chuckles), I ain't anxious myself and I chunk alotta3 food when I get the opportunity. Johnathan Whilestone: Oh, you don't look like it. Agt. Smiles: Thanks, but I do a lot of exercise. [Johnathan Whilestone attempts to smile while nodding nervously] Agt. Smiles: (scribbles in his notebook) Right, so could you elaborate on these nightmares? Johnathan Whilestone: (Hesitates and gazes at his left) Um yeah, I mean usually it's…. there's this huge crowd of people, I can make out several of my friends' faces, and it's hot. I'm there, standing in the middle. Then… uh, they transform into monsters…, then… then they chase me, screaming (shakes) and… and, they want me to come to them, to…to turn me into one of them… "Become me, become me," they all scream behind me, then I fall and wake up, sweating my soul off. Agt. Smiles: I see, they're quite (coughs softly)… the bunch. Say, have you shared these nightmares with anyone, perhaps a partner? Johnathan Whilestone: Oh, no, I'm actually single… I mean, pretty much alone at home, except for when my friends come over to have a drink and spend the night… Besides, no… I mean, I told no one. Agt. Smiles: (nods) How old are you? Johnathan Whilestone: Uhm… 25. 26 in july… Agt. Smiles: (takes notes) Aha, ok. I'll tell you what, so far, I don't think anything's wrong, or at least seriously wrong. It's normal with your age. Johnathan Whilestone: Really? But I'm not a teenager anymore. Agt. Smiles: (sighs) Yeah, but it… you know, varies between individuals. It could also be something else. Do you have a job, or somethin'? Johnathan Whilestone: Well, right now, I'm studying law, just like most members of my fammily. Agt. Smiles: That stressful? I assume so but I've only studied clinical science and such, which I'll say is stressful enough. Johnathan Whilestone: I mean, sorta. I have no problem at studying but I have been struggling for some time, so I guess that might have contributed. (Smiles scratches his chin, slightly impacient, but without losing his friendly manner) Agt. Smiles: Yes, it could've. But tell me, before we continue, I would like to know if there's been somethin' else that… might've caused your malbeing. Johnathan Whilestone: I don't get what you mean, sir. Agt. Smiles: I mean some kind of… trauma or something else that causes you distress when thinking about it. (Whilestone sighs nervously and sits back, crossing his arms) Johnathan Whilestone: Why would it matter? Agt. Smiles: Well, it could happen that you're suffering some degree of PTSD, which stands for- Johnathan Whilestone: I know what that is Agt. Smiles: Yeah, uhm, this doesn't of course mean that you be havin' it, I don't even think it's the case, but I need to verify so the diagnosis is right. Johnathan Whilestone: (hesitates, shaking one of his legs nervously) Ok Agt. Smiles: Mr. Whilestone. I am my mama's son. I can see when people are hiding somethin'. (Smiles leans forward in his chair, staring at Whilestone) Agt. Smiles: Look, it ain't nothing to be afraid of, I won't judge ya or make fun of you or anything of that sort. This is my job, understand? Whilestone stares at the desk in silence Johnathan Whilestone: (pauses, gazing at the desk before looking at Dr. Smiles' eyes) Do you remember those nightmares I mentioned earlier? Agt. Smiles: Yeah, what about them? Johnathan Whilestone: (hesitates) I mean… This might sound like, strange, but those nightmares… they're like, not just nightmares. They, uh, happened. (Smiles makes a slight, unvoluntary scowl) Agt. Smiles: They happened? Like, in reality? Johnathan Whilestone: (distant) Yes. Agt. Smiles: Ok, um… explain yaself then. Johnathan Whilestone: (lowers his voice) Uh… A few months ago, my brother Peter and I were sailing near Toku Island in Hawaii on his yacht. We're like both into camping, so we decided to spend a night there. He always had tents on the yacht for our summer sailing trips, you know? (Smiles sits back and nods) Agt. Smiles: Sounds fun, what then? Johnathan Whilestone: Well you see, we set up camp, had some drinks from the yacht, and, like, went to sleep… Then… (begins tapping on the table and speaks with trembling voice) um… I woke up in the middle of the night by a scream… Agt. Smiles: A scream? Whatcha mean? (Whilestone begins tapping his fingers on the table) Johnathan Whilestone: Yes… I mean, my brother… I don't know, I just don't know what happened with him, but he… I looked over to him and… he was like, convulsing on the floor, screaming and like, kicking around with his feet… (Agt. Smiles takes notes and gets his chair closer to Whilestone, who is shaking) Agt. Smiles: Don't worry, Jonathan take your time. Tell me when you're ready. (Whilestone sobs softly) Johnathan Whilestone: He… his body changed… it inflated like a ballon, and his (does a grimace)… his, like, skin went off with a (crunch sound) and he… like a banana! Agt. Smiles: (nods) Geez Johnathan Whilestone: (voice trembling) I mean, yeah, I was fucking terrified. I tried to help him, to like, calm him down, but when he turned around…. his fucking face was deformed, like a fucking zombie. He started chasing me, just like..- uh, like in my nightmares, screaming and reaching out for me. I ran back to the yacht, locked myself in, but the fucker kept pounding on the windows, trying to get to me. (Smiles forces a grimace) Agt. Smiles: Oh, God, that sounds horrifying. Johnathan Whilestone: (teary-eyed) Yeah, It was beyond anything I could have ever fucking imagined…. I mean, you… you believe me right? You probably think I'm fucking insane… (Smiles leans forward again) Agt. Smiles: Look Johnathan, I'm here to help, not to judge ya, remember? But I first need you to tell me all. Besides, the only one to decide wether you're insane or not is me; it's ma job, you paid me for it. (chuckles) Johnathan Whilestone: (voice quivering) Yeah, I didn't know how to, like, tell anyone. How could I tell them that my brother turned into like, a… a fucking monster? I didn't want them to think I was crazy. Agt. Smiles: (gently) Well It's not normal for people to keep such experiences to themselves, especially when they fear other folks might not understand. (Smiles puts a hand on Whilestone's shoulder, in a paternal manner) Agt. Smiles: Look at me, Johnathan. You're not alone. Thank you for sharing that with me, taking that step is important for getting you help. Now, if you could continue… (Whilestone sniffs on a towel offered by Smiles, apologizes and continues) Johnathan Whilestone: I was like, trapped in the cabin while he was outside, like, still trying to get to me. I was so fucking terrified and… and desperate, and… I mean, I knew I had to do something. Agt. Smiles: (nodding) Of course, so what did ya do? Johnathan Whilestone: (sniffs with voice breaking) With an axe. Agt. Smiles: An axe? Johnathan Whilestone: Yes. I found it in the yacht's storage. I mean, I had no other fucking choice. I went back out and… I finished him. I had to do it to survive, alright? Agt. Smiles: (sighs, nodding) You did whatcha had to do. You were in danger, and you defended yourself, it's completely normal, Johnathan. I've been to Vietnam, you know? I've seen and done a lot, so I ain't judging. Johnathan Whilestone: But it's different; you were serving the country, I was just defending me from another civil. I've been carrying this fucking weight, this guilt… I lied to our family, to my friends about what happened. I've felt like a fucking liar. I should've tried to help him someway, I could- Agt. Smiles: (interrupts him) There was probably nothing you could do, Johnathan. What you did saved him a lot of trouble, and for you of course. What you've experienced is not everyone has gone out of without issues. (Whilesotne nods silently, staring into the air) Agt. Smiles: (fills a glass with water from a plastic bottle and reaches it to him) We'll try to solve this, Mr Whilestone, no matter what you've done. Johnathan Whilestone: (teary-eyed) Thank you. I mean, I've been carrying this burden for so long… I didn't know where to turn to. (claps on Mr. Whilestone's shoulder, paternally) Agt. Smiles: You're not alone in this, man. I'm here to support you, and we'll work together to solve this. It's okay to ask for help when you need it. (Smiles goes to a drawer, brings out a small case with mild amnestics and hands it to Mr. Whilestone) Agt. Smiles: Take this twice a week; it's a calming agent. It'll help you with anxiety. <End of log> General comments about the interviews, by Agt. Smiles: Subjects seem distressed, it appears and confirms that the anomaly limits itself to Tokunaga. Regarding the shared distress from the subjects, something's wrong, though I can't tell what. It may simply result from trauma from contact with the anomaly, but I needs some evidence. I'll talk with Dr. Pignon about it, he's more expertised in these things. Upon reviewing the results, the Foundation sent agents to Tokunaga. Following log is a conversation via radio between the leader of the team, Sgt. Erdinger Zola, and Agt. Meester Smiles. Equipment Recording Log 742 DATE: 13/9/1979 Duration of the audio recording: 53 min, 33 sec <Start log> Sgt. Zola: (audible wind blowing) We've arrived, sir. Agt. Smiles: Ok, dispatch your men and scan the island, but be careful, aight? We don't understand the nature of the anomaly yet. But I'll remind you that they ain't safe to handle, so under no circumstances should you touch any specimens you find. Use the tweezers we provided and chunk'em in the containers. Sgt. Zola: Copy. Alright, listen up, gentlemen. Arm yourselves and familiarize with the island layout. We'll divide into pairs: Wexler and Greg, head west; Paul and Cook, take the eastern path, (you Cook will have to do the talking, obviously)4 , Pedro, you're heading with me to the north, towards the base. Everyone has GPS units in their pockets. Your trajectory must ensure it rounds up towards the facility itself Wexler: How do we ID anomalous stuff? The pics don't scream 'weird', sarg. Sgt. Zola: Indeed, I want you to take everything you find, the scientists will do the rest. Yes? Cook: Isn't it better if we all go to the same place together? Sgt. Zola: No, we need to verify that there's no unidentified buildings or anything alike other than the main facility. We want to brush this damn island on one go, if possible. Cook: Ok. Sgt. Zola: I'll give y'all time until Pedro and I have reached the facility, but like I said, make sure you cover as much ground as possible while heading towards the facility. Good luck. (following 20 min omitted) Agt. Smiles: Smiles here. Found something, Sgt.? Sgt. Zola: We've collected two specimens. But they're very elusive, and when we do find them, they vanish, slippery little bastards. Agt. Smiles : I can relate, sergeant. I used to chase after wall lizards as a kid in Alabama. I don't really recall ever catchin' one. Same for Vietnam; sometimes we had to eat some while on the go because we had nothin' else, but we often wasted energy on them. Sgt. Zola: Oh yeah, i recall that. My team would also attempt their palates on frogs… but not really to eat, if you know what I mean. Agt. Smiles: Yeah I did it sometimes, but we knew which ones to take, as some of them could skyrocket you higher than desired. Sgt. Zola: (Steps stop) Hold on. Wait, see that? Come Pedro. Pedro: It's dead? Sgt. Zola: Seems so, but I'll check. Agt. Smiles: Zola, describe what you've found. Sgt. Zola: We stumbled upon a bizarre corpse in the middle of the forest. It looks like a dinosaur. Agt. Smiles: Careful, sergeant. Sgt. Zola: Don't worry doctor, I know my job… This looks like a mix between a lizard and a… lemme see… (Pedro in the background: "a pig") Yeah, a pig. And it's dead, or at least I can't see any breathing. Pedro: I don't think that can be possibly alive, sir. Sgt. Zola: True, but I mean, it must have come from somewhere, can't just have materialized into thin air. On a sidenote though, this job has often proved me otherwise. Agt. Smiles: Yeah, me too, or at least in my time on the field. Take some shots and try to collect a sample from the body. Can it be done? Sgt. Zola: Yes sir, absolutely, bring out the camera, Pedro. (Following 15 min cut for brevity) Sgt. Zola: (over the radio): Attention boys, we've arrived, I expect you to be nearby just as I told you earlier, otherwise, head over to the facility marked on your maps. Meet me at the entrance, but watch your step, the ground has cracked up a bit. Over. (audible rogers) (Following 35 min, 45 s omitted) Sgt. Zola: (over the radio) Keep your eyes well peeled, guys, this building is crumbling down and could become our grave at any moment. Cook: (over the radio) Sarg, we've found something. Over. Sgt. Zola: What is it, Cook? Cook: It's a big-ass room. I mean, it's full of all kinds of stationary instruments and such. I really have no clue of what they could be. Agt. Smiles: Cook, Smiles here, send me shots. Over. Cook: Yes sir, in a moment. (audible button clicking) Hold on, there's really bad reception here. Agt. Smiles: That's because you're underground. Don't worry, try to tell me what you see and we'll take a look at the shots later. Cook: I mean, sure, there's a lot of glass boxes with wires and tubes connected to some… kind of machinery, I think? Agt. Smiles: Hm. If these folks were doing something with the instances, they surely housed them there. Do you see anything inside? Cook: Negative, they're all…. (audible distant bang) empty, though they have some… some sort of substrate at the bottom… I suspect it's vermiculite or something, by the looks of it. Agt. Smiles: Sorry, what was that? Cook: What, the sound? I think it was the wind or an animal. Agt. Smiles: Ok, but I suggest you're careful, Zola and the others have found some dead animals on their way there. (Following 15 min, 3 s omitted) Sgt. Zola: Zola here, we haven't found any documents. There's a couple offices and archives, of course, but they're all empty. They've done a good job at hiding traces. Agt. Smiles: Indeed. I mean, ya sure there wasn't anything? Anything like inventory or 'post-its' ? Sgt. Zola: Well, we've found some stuff but it was fucking porn and notes to remind people of chores. However, Pedro's found a computer and we're trying to find a power reserve to access it. Agt. Smiles: Great, that might still have important information. See if you can access the internal disk. Sgt. Zola: Will do. (audible, distant scream) Pedro: The fuck was that? Sgt. Zola: Don't fucking know, I'll ask the others. (on the radio) Y'all good gu— Wexler: (breathing heavily, on the radio) It's greg, he was attacked by something, but we neutralised it. Greg: (audible glock loading) I'm fine, sarg, I don't think that motherfucker hurt me, but damned got my face real good. Sgt. Zola: Somethin's fishy, (over the general radio) Guys, load your weapons. Over. All good, Greg? Greg: Yes, it was some kind of morbid lizard, like the dead ones we found before. Gosh it's bubbling where I shot it. (audible gunshot) Sgt. Zola: Don't go on wasting ammo, Greg, it isn't cheap. Greg: Sorry, I wanted to make sure the damn thing didn't wake up. Let's go, Wexler. Wexler: Hey, I just saw something moving in t- (audible gunshot). Fuck, another one of those. Greg? Sgt. Zola: All right? Over. Greg: Yes sir, all right-ey Sgt. Zola: (over the general radio) Hear me out, everyone, I think it's best if we all reunite and continue as a group, don't want to risk any casualties. Me and Pedro will meet you later, we're attempting to access this computer. Meet at the cafeteria on the second floor, understood? Wexler: Wexler here, sir, I don't think Greg's fine, sir Greg: Bullshit, I'm fine (audible moan through Wexler's communicator) Sgt. Zola: You certainly don't sound so. Wexler: He's pale, sarg. Greg: I said I'm fine. Sgt. Zola: Well, head over here and we'll see what we can do about it. (Following 39 min, 30 s omitted) Sgt. Zola: Greg and Wexler what the hell are you doing? Agt. Smiles: What's happenin', sergeant? Sgt. Zola: We're all here except Wexler and Greg. I'm trying to call them through the com but they aren't answering, it's been half an hour or something. Agt. Smiles: Have ya tried to turn on their microphones? Sgt. Zola: Yeah, done that. Didn't work either. Agt. Smiles: It could be the reception, but I wouldn't risk any more time. Look for them. Sgt. Zola: Alright sir. Let's go, guys. (Following 22 min, 45 s omitted) Agt. Smiles: Sergeant, there ain't much time left, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. So maybe it's, like, best to leave them. Sgt. Zola: Maybe they're lost, this complex is huge. Let me check my com again. Huh, I'm getting a signal (audible communicator rattle). I'll turn on Wexler's com again. Wexler: (over the radio) I… I… Sgt. Zola: Wexler! Shit, where are you? You scared us. Wexler: (Unintelligible rattle) Sgt. Zola: Greg! Wexler! Stay where you are, we're coming for you. Pedro, try to track them. Pedro: Let's see…. Found them. Greg's completely still, but Wexler's moving… he's speeding towards us. In fact he's here now? Cook: Hell nah, he's definitely not here. Maybe he's at another floor or something? Sgt. Zola: Shi- No…., he is here, look. Pedro: Wexler! The fuck you're doing up there? Wexler: Let… Sgt. Zola: What happened, son? Agt. Smiles: What's Wexler up to, sergeant? Sgt. Zola: He's up on the ceiling. Back out guys, something's wrong (Wexler chattering, followed by screams and gunshot) Agt. Smiles: Sergeant! You receive me? Sgt. Zola: Fuck. He's gone, doctor. Agt. Smiles: Did ya… Sgt. Zola: Yes, sir, yes we did. Agt. Smiles: Describe his state, sergeant. Sgt. Zola: Dead. He's also bit… changed. Agt. Smiles: Changed? Like the other creatures, ain't it? Sgt. Zola: Yes, he looks like the lizard villain in Spiderman, reptile eyes and scales, but really ugly stuff in general. Agt. Smiles: Hm, if I recall, he mentioned Greg being hit on the face, so maybe he was also touched or something. Sgt. Zola: Do you mean… like a zombie? Is that what it is? Agt. Smiles: Not really the best term but yeah, somethin' of the sort. We think touchin' the anomaly causes… that. Fix to leavin', sergeant, you're done there, it ain't safe anymore. Cook: But what about Greg? Pedro: He's… not moving. Dead, I'm afraid Sgt. Zola: (sighs) Right, you're right, Smiles, let's go before any zombies violate us. May God take their souls. Agt. Smiles: Hold your spirit, sergeant, you must do your job. Private greg and Wexler did it and served the greater good, understood? Now leave. Over. (Following 19 min, 35 s omitted) Sgt. Zola: Zola here, agent, you still there? Agt. Smiles: Yes, still at the island? Didn't I tell ya'll to get back to the boats? Sgt. Zola: I know, but we've found something… Hold on, you've got to see this. Pedro, send'im the pictures. Agt. Smiles: Hold on a sec, let me see. Oh, look at that. Is that a tree? Sgt. Zola: It does looks like a tree, (sighs) but it's obviously not a tree. Agt. Smiles: No, but it could actually be, ya know? We thought the anomaly only affected animals, but we were wrong. This thing also works on plants. Sgt. Zola: That would fuck the world up if it were to escape the island, wouldn't it? Agt. Smiles: Long story short, imagine all the trouble it would cause if it were to be released in just a tiny garden. We are looking at a potential XK-scenario. Sgt. Zola: Then we're leaving, I'm fucking done with— Cook: Watch out, sir! (multiple audible crunches) Sgt. Zola: Smiles! It's the trees, they're all… they're fucking… transforming! C'mon, let's get the hell out of here! <End of log> Most of the remaining agents sent to Tokunaga returned unharmed, two being killed SCP-7945 instances Upon their leave, the agents reported the island to be overrun with SCP-7945 instances. Agent Smiles consulted the Ethics Comittee and resolved to incinerate the island, as the anomaly showed no signs of self-neutralization5. To avoid public backlash, the RAISA6 disseminated misleading information through the media, citing high radiation levels linked to the abandoned government facility on the island as the cause for its closure. A team of RAISA data recovery personnel investigated the data retrieved from a computer found at the facility. The disk contained data of great relevance, showing that SCP-7945 resulted from scientific collaboration between the US government and an enterprise known as the O.F.I.7 Below, there is a summarized version of the information gathered by the data recovery team assigned to SCP-7945. Project Midas By Micheline Bougier, RAISA interdepartmental communications In 1970, during the Cold war, US President Richard Nixon sponsored a project of military nature developed by the OFI. It involved developing an innovative biological weapon to use in the Vietnam war, with initial hopes of defeating Viet Cong. The project, led by Dr. Niklas Olsson, was supposed to act stealthily and quietly, leaving no traces that would lead to the US or its allies. Instead, the weapon would take advantage of the Viet Cong's soldiers' superstition. According to data retrieved from Area-79, in Tokunaga, the development's goal involved altering the genes of a small animal so that it would produce cancer cells whose genes would be replicated on a human being's DNA. To achieve this, the specimen needed to come into physical contact with the victim's epidermis8. The chosen species was Lepidodactylus lugubris, also known as the Mourning gecko. This is a type of house gecko known for the rapidness of its procreation, size, and its capability to adapt to tropical environments. The proceeding of Project Midas has however been redacted from every archive accessible to the RAISA's web crawlers, presumably by the OFI. , therefore, it is unknown how the weapon was developed. As to this date, the RAISA's search continues. The development of Project Midas progressed with success, but was interrupted due to concerns arisen amongst both the sponsors and the developers. In a letter found by our web crawlers, President Nixon expressed his concern regarding the weapon becoming a statal threat in case it found its way into the US. This is assumed to be the cause of the research closure, though it is believed with enough evidence that Nixon had with plans to relocate it. However, the contract with the OFI expired due to the end of Nixon's presidential time, so Area-79 was abandoned and the OFI's team was relocated. Based on inventory reports, it is believed that the OFI's operatives brought some SCP-7945-1 instances with them while leaving the facility, presumably in an attempt to sell them and/or develop them further. As to why some SCP-7945 instances remained in the facility, it is believed that a small amount of instances had breached their containment while being transferred; The SCP-7945-1 instances then silently multiplied in the abandoned facility until they found their way out into the Tokunaga jungle. Addendum regarding SCP-7945-3 WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION FROM SITE-39 DIRECTOR OR SUPERIOR WILL BE LOGGED AND LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. INSERT CREDENTIALS ACCESS GRANTED WARNING Relevant Information Archive SCP-7945-3 file Addendum by Meester Smiles Loading… Security Warning The information contained in following file revolves around an infohazardous anomaly. Any non-authorized personnel noted to show symptoms of Infohazardous exposure related to SCP-7945-3 will be logged and lead to immediate termination. From: Dr. André Pignon, Department of memetic and infohazardous research, Site-39, Floor 1 To: Director Diego Díaz, Site-39 Direction and administration, Floor 3 Concerns about test subject discovery Dear Director Díaz, I pray you take the time to read the following subject, which is of high concern to me. To clarify, I parttook, well, led the tests with SCP-7945-B instances on humans. What I observed in the subjects through the entire span of the tests is, the cause of my concern. As you might recall, SCP-7945 causes a specific metamorphosis on living subjects. Anyway, the subjects I was working with, as soon as they underwent SCP-7945's anomalous effects, shrieked in obvious agonizing manner. I noticed how these shrieks, which lasted until the end of their metamorphosis, evolved from painful to approaching rage. I understand that I, by saying this, might be treated as paranoic and unprofessional. I however assure you, after having seen and heard all kinds of different things in my years of scientific research, that I have never heard shrieks quite similar as these. One could argue that the subjects' minds were long from sanity, making them behave as brute animals, as they uncoordinately striked the glass separating us from them. Ater a week I could not avoid thinking about the shrieks from the subjects before their immediate termination. They appeared in my dreams, they unpredictably assaulted me when everything was silent, and I could notice they were saying things. They were talking, yes, as strange as it sounds, talking. Every night, those shrieks and cries would become clearer and evolve into articulated sentences. I don't remember what they said, It's thypical with dreams; someone says something and you don't remember a single word, only a rumor of distant talking. To calm myself down, I accessed the audio archives from the testing phase, to convince myself that this all was only a product of stress. However, I noticed that I could hear the sentences. That is, without understanding them. I tried to slow the audio down to see if I could find something out (perhaps its language or content) and between shrieks and cries, I could discern the following sentences: "Let me make you me", and "I am all" This discovery made me want to study the SCP-7945-1 instances further, in an attempt to understand the reason behind this particular behavior. I therefore request, Director, permission to continue further investigation on SCP-7945-2 instances under my direction, with access to all necessary resources and relevant information, provided by my good colleague Meester Smiles. I am aware that the instances repeating these sentences may not be enough evidence to cause a significant amount of concern, but, risking to be repetitive and revindicative, I have seen many things in my years of research and learned that nothing should be taken casually in this kind of matters. My best regards, -Dr. André Pignon Director Díaz approved the research proposed by Dr. Pignon and agreed to provide him with all requested resources. Dr. Pignon's research directive, however, ended as a result of an incident, which is appelled below. INCIDENT REPORT INCIDENT #: 7945-2 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 1987/9/21 At 16:30, the alarms to Unit 4 went off, indicating movement inside of the chamber where SCP-7945-A's container was located. All the adjacent entrances, ventilation systems and others were sealed, as programmed following the on-site SMPA9. When security personnel arrived to Unit 4, they found SCP-7945-A's container open, and an SCP-7945-1 instance roaming the Containment Chamber where the latter was stored. The instance attacked the security guards on sight. The guards were ordered to terminate the SCP-7945-1 instance and inspect it and the chamber. They found scattered clothing pieces around the chamber, in which was a personnel ID card belonging to Dr. André Pignon. Reviewed security recordings show Dr. Pignon using his level 3 clearance card to hastily open the door to SCP-7945-A's containment chamber. He enters the chamber, triggering the alarms and proceeds to stand on his knees, placing an SCP-7945 instance on his head, undergoing a radical metamorphosis. Upon organisation of Dr. Pignon's files, following daily log in particular was found. The interval between days in the log is written with exactitude during a period of 3 months, each day after an interval of 7 days. Daily Log By Dr. André Pignon Day 1: Feeling different. Anxious, sleepless. Wrote down worries, suggested by Smiles. Dreams filled with tests. trerrifying nightmares. Day 3: Same. Psychologist suggests stress. Melatonin advised for sleep. Day 7: Vacation planned, though I'm against it. Will work a bit during vacations. Need to be sane to investigate this important subject. Need Díaz's approval. More productive today. Day 14: Denied vacation. Research vital. More vital than my health? Smiles tries to convince me it's just part of work. Chose a bad time to become stressed. Why am I stressed? I have met worse things in my life! Day 21: Encephalogram showed SCP-7945-2's strange brain waves. Waves spelling "I am all." Smiles thinks IT involvement. Day 28: Melatonin ineffective. Anxious, persistent nightmares. Subject screams disturbing. Day 35: Ear plugs tried. Screams persist, headaches. Resumed smoking. Day 42: Can't tolerate screams. Deadline set. Ethics likely to intervene. Day 49: Exhausted. Vital research. Nightmares continue. No escape from screams. Day 56: Stagnant research. "I'm all" still puzzling. Day 63: Frustration. Relief in ending subjects. Nightmares persist. "I'm all" baffles. Smiles offers to work so I can spend time away. Offer denied by superiors. They think I'm responsible for this project. OF COURSE I'M RESPONSIBLE, I STARTED IT. (What was I thinking). Day 70: Ill, missed tests. Whispers instead of screams. Urged to join "I." Day 77: Nap revelation. Joining "I" promises fortune and relief. Colleagues and friends (Smiles) don't understand. Day 84: "Je suis, touts suis…". Day 91: Rejecting research. Must join "I." Voices guide me towards I I I I IME I ME I ME I ME I ME I ME IM COME I ME I I… (Omitted the rest of log 91 for brevity) INCIDENT REPORT INCIDENT #: 7945-6 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 1987/9/10 Foreword: This incident report has been organized into distinct stages to provide comprehensive details. Stage 1: On November 10th, at approximately 16:45, a series of violent incidents erupted across various locations in the United States, with a significant concentration of cases in Hawaii. These events persisted until around 17:50 and encompassed a range of aggressive behaviors, including assaults, mistreatment of minors, altercations, homicides, acts of vandalism, and incidents of robbery. Local law enforcement swiftly responded, encountering resistance from the individuals involved. Subsequently, a substantial number of rioters were apprehended and taken into custody. Stage 2: Following the initial outbreak, the next day large groups of individuals emerged, advancing towards the western coastline. Despite the absence of apparent luggage or personal belongings that might indicate a mass migration, it became evident that these individuals were armed and not fleeing. Attempts at communication and interrogation by the authorities were met with threats and brandished weapons. Law enforcement attempted to obstruct the movement of these groups, yet their progress remained unimpeded. It has been documented that non-lethal countermeasures, including the use of pepper spray, were employed to manage the situation without the individuals reacting. Stage 3: Continuing their course for two additional days, the groups exhibited an alarming disregard for the various countermeasures employed against them. Their aggressive tendencies escalated, prompting local law enforcement to adopt defensive positions. The convergence point of this movement was the city of [REDACTED], situated in proximity to the former location of Site-39. As the masses amassed near the vicinity of the facility, local police initially perceived the gathering as a demonstration. This perspective shifted when Director Díaz was apprised of the situation. In response, Director Díaz promptly dispatched a specialized team from Mobile Task Force MTF-Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") to evaluate and address the escalating riot-like scenario. Following, there's a conversation between Site-39's Security Tactical Direction and the leader of the MTF squadron. <Begin log> Sgt. Suarez: Aight, we're down (audible screaming) General Quill: Do you see any sort of leader, or… someone leading the riot? Sgt. Suarez: (audible screaming) Uh… no, it doesn't seem so (audible explosion) Fuck, they're throwing molotovs. General Quill: What? What the hell is this about? Sgt. Suárez: I dunno, maybe some info about the D-class breached or something… But they don't look like human rights activists… General Quill: (sighs) God forbid that, the RAISA and the amnestics team would have a year worth of work and we would be suspended (audible voice in the background) Ok, Director. Hey, Súarez, ask someone in the riot what's going on. Sgt. Súarez: I mean, you really want to, sir? It doesn't seem like they know anything about conversating. General Quill: Just do it, I'm not in the mood for debatting with subordinates. Following 5 min omitted for brevity Private James: (In the background) We might need some help here! Sgt. Suárez: What did he say? Private James: He told me "Let me join I"! And then he tried to reach me through the fence. General Quill (Director Díaz): Díaz here, are you sure he said that? James: Yes, they're all at it… Dunno what it means, after discarding the humanist idea, could it be some kinda cult thing wanting something in the facility? Sgt. Súarez: Nah, I don't think that. We don't have any weapons or relics. But they do seem affected by something. General Quill: Wait, agent Smiles just sent me a message warning me about… SCP-7945? Sgt. Súarez: Hm, he was in charge of it before and after Pignon died, maybe he's discovered something. (audible screams) General Quill: Just got another message…. Oh sh- ok, sergeant, listen very carefully. I want you to dissolve the riot; harm them if you wish to, but don't fucking kill them or you'll pay. Sgt. Suárez: What? I know they surely are under something anomalous, but harming civillians is just wishing for the Ethics to shut us down. General Quill: (grunts) Just follow your orders, sergeant. Following 16 min omitted Sgt. Suárez: (audible shooting) Sir, they don't care, we're even shooting them on the arms but they only… (Metallic Fences crunching) Hey! Oh shit, they're climbing the fences! General Quill: What? What about the damn barb wires? And the el? They should have been smoked already! Sgt. Suarez: No, they don't care. They're even bleeding their guts out but they just keep… Hey! You there! (audible running and fighting) at me guys! General Quill: (sighs) I really hope we don't have to bring out the fucking fire eaters. Sgt. Suarez: Stop! It's not working! Stop! General Quill: (Díaz talking in the background) But… with all due respect…(continued talk in the background) Okay, but don't come saying it was my ide- (audible radio on the background) . Sgt. Suárez: (audible running and shooting) Fuck, they're upon us, we need reinforcements. Over. General Quill: Wait sergeant, hell's just unleashed here too; I got a fucking rebellion going on. If I do nothing, they'll access a containment wing. Sgt. Suárez: (audible shooting) What? What about us now!? General Quill: Shit, sergeant. Just… keep holding until I come up with something. Sgt. Suárez: But it's impossible! They feel nothing! General Quill: Yes, yes, you've told me. I'm organising a transfer of the facility. Look, just do what you can, sergeant, and then we'll leave. Sgt. Suárez: (audible screaming and shooting) Fine, to hell it is, c'mon guys! (Audible crunches and screams) <End log> Soon after the riot had launched an assault on site-39, several security and MTF personnel turned against the on-site personnel, attempting to access SCP-7945's containment chamber through violent means. According to Agt. Meester Smiles, the group was under some before unknown effects from SCP-7945. The neutralising team reported that the insurgents were repeating phrases, identical to those uttered by individuals affected by SCP-7945. Site-39 was hastingly evacuated and all its contained anomalies were transferred to the nearest site until Site-39 was relocated, with special emphasis put on SCP-7945 instances. The riot dissolved itself as it precipitated down a nearby cliff, later presumed to be an attempt to follow the vehicles transporting SCP-7945. In order to avoid public backlash, the Foundation introduced misleading religious artifacts and texts in the corpses' clothes to appear as an obscure cult ritual, which succesfully redirected society's knowledge on the subject. Research on SCP-7945 continued, led by Agt. Smiles due to his deeper insight on the anomaly's precedents, noticing the relation between SCP-7945 and the assault on Site-39. The DMI10 sent out agents to locate the leader of the development of SCP-7945, Dr. Niklas Olsson, whose personal data had been found during the Area-57 inspection on Tokunaga. Niklas Olsson was thereby tracked down and apprehended. Interviewed: Dr. Niklas Olsson Interviewer: Agent Meyster Smiles <Begin Log> (Agt. Jones walks into the room) Dr. Olsson: Well, well.. Agent Smiles: Mornin', doctor, I have some questions for ya. Dr. Olsson: Spare me the pleasantries, you b-… snusk. I know your modus operandi. Answer your questions, burn in hell either way. Isn't that how it goes? After all, I'm a high-value target, too dangerous to be left by life, am I right? Agt. Smiles: Look, we have got all the time of the world for this. I would like to ask you to cooperate, otherwise we'll resort to other methods, and your arrogance ain't gonna favor you, so, if you mind… Dr. Olson:. I get it, 'mr. south'. I'll tell you what you want to know. Agt. Smiles: (sighs) Right, from the beginning. Dr. Olsson: Well, for starters, the people I worked for couldn't appreciate the brilliance of my creation — a weapon so powerful and unique, it could rival the plagues in Egypt. Agt. Smiles: A weapon. How so? Dr. Olson: (laughs) They called my work 'unethical', and accused me of misappropriating resources. Agent Smiles: Unethical? What exactly did ya do, that a weapon manufacturer has questioned it? Dr. Olsson: (laughs) Listen, let's cut to the chase. If you spare me, I'll help you bring those bastards down. Otherwise, I won't- Agt. Smiles: -Talk? (sighs) I've heard folks say that before. I'm curious to see how long you'll resist with our interrogation methods. Dr. Olsson: Uh-uh! Hold on. Look at this scar. Bangkor-89V. It's wired to deliver 89 volts to my brain on a specific trigger word. So, your options are limited. Agt. Smiles: Right, so how do I trust you not saying the word mid-way through talking somethin' that might not even be true? Dr. Olsson: Well, I want to take revenge upon my superiors AND get a job, so… Agt Smiles: A job? What makes you think we're gonna do that? I ain't need to hear none of this bullshit, I'm done. We can find what we need somehow else. Dr. Olsson: Wait, don't leave, you won't find anything except my cocaine, I swear, I never write things down in digital devices. (whispers) That's because paper burns. Agt. Smiles: Fine, we'll make a deal. You tell us what we need, and we only punch you a coupe times. Deal? Dr. Olsson: Fine by me, c'mon, shake my hand like the good men we are. No? Fine. Agt. Smiles: Let's go back to the question. The development of SCP-7945. Dr. Olson: That's how you named my masterpiece? Excellent question though. The key lies in that 'god' or whatever you want to call it. There's this secluded tribe in the Hawaiian archipielago, which is, like, supposed to be responsible of containing it, so I paid a visit to them… And once I gained their trust, I struck a deal to aid them in safeguarding the vessel that contained the "god" — some worms sealed in a jar. Agt Smiles: Wait, hold on, I got lost there. Dr. Olson: (laughs) Oh, right, guess I'll have to tell you the entire telltale. You see, there's this god, who's some sort of, you know, evil deity obsessed with making his own existence the only one in the universe, just like my ex. Then there's this tribe near Hawaii, from which you could actually learn a thing or two. They housed a powerful deity in worms inside a vessel without any advanced technology while your anomalies breach containment like it's their job. Agent Smiles: (grumbles) Ok, let me see if I got it right. So you mean you casually went to a tribe and discovered this god thing? And then these folks just…. 'wennahead' and accepted you amongst them? Dr. Olsson: Exactly. Agt. Smiles: Tell me no lies. A secluded culture like that wouldn't just let anyone near such an important artifact, let alone a stranger. How did you manage to make this 'deal'? Dr. Olson: Like I said earlier, I spent a hell of a time ingratiating myself with them, gaining their trust. My superiors didn't like it, thinking I was wasting time. Agt Smiles: Right, then how exactly do they contain the deity? I know it somehow is through worms, what I mean is how they transfer it. Dr. Olson: Complicated. Asså, long story short, it involves a ritual. Part of the reason I was critizised was because, well, we held civilians hostage against orders for this. Agt Smiles: Ah, so you couldn't actually replicate the ritual. Dr. Olsson: No, and only a few trusted colleagues were aware of this… like I mentioned, due to the ethical implications. Agt. Smiles: How did y'all hide this from the rest of the team and your superiors? I imagine such an industry is heavily controlled. Was it hard? Dr. Olsson: Not at all, it was easy, actually. We said we were collaborating so we could gain approval for this. Untrusted researchers were told the Elders -which were the ones held hostage- needed privacy for their 'cults', so everyone was happy. Agt. Smiles: You spoke of the tribe in past tense earlier, doctor. Did you only hold the Elders hostage and killed the rest, or? Dr. Olsson: Yeah, pretty much, I, let's say, killed two birds on one shot when I sent a team to retrieve the vessel and the Elders. Agent Smiles: Ok, let's… let's get back to the development issue, what were you planning to do with this deity? Dr. Olsson: Now, we utilized this "god" when creating the weapons to enable their unique cloning ability. We wanted to harness this power without triggering an uncontrolled apocalypse. Agt Smiles: So you were try'na control it, I mean the deity. Dr. Olsson: No, not entirely control. We aimed to isolate its essence within a single specimen that would be stored safely while retaining its anomalous properties in others. The plan was to replicate these last instances on a large scale, creating a new line of profitable anomalies. Agt Smiles: But you couldn't do it, otherwise y'all wouldn't have stopped the project. Dr. Olsson: Oh, no! We never halted the research; our intention was to continue refining and developing the instances for potential use. (aspires) Then came the discovery of the development's reality, which is where you come in. In a twisted way, you saved me, they were going to execute me. Agt Smiles: : If you choose to view it that way, though you're not much better. Dr. Olsson: No, not much, but still, is our little deal still going? Agt Smiles: Sure, we'll make sure you help us some more, now, something that I don't understand is how you managed to make the Elders help you. I've seen many folks and cults claiming to protect an important cause without no care about wether you kill them or torture them. How did you convince them? Dr. Olsson: Tja, we simply used their faith against them: we told them that we would release the god to wreak havoc in the world if they didn't cooperate. We assured them we knew how to escape from this world to watch it burn while we drank champagne (laughs) Agt Smiles: And what did you do once you were done with them? Did y'all terminate them? Dr Olsson: No, no, we expected them to teach our ritualists to perform the rite. But they didn't. <End log> Closing Statement: Dr. Olsson provided the presumed location of the Elders and was assigned to D-class personnel duty. An armed Task Force was deployed to retrieve the Elders for interrogation. For review of the results, a selected team from the Cryptozoology Division was assigned. Interviewee: Kapoenaauao, Patriarch of the Elders Interviewers: Dr. Amelia Layton, Agt. Meyster Smiles Foreword: Dr. Hale, a parazoologist selected for her doctorate in hawaiian deities and cryptids, assisted by Agt. Smiles' insight, interrogates Ka-poena-auao with the goal of understanding the deity claimed to reside in the subconcious of SCP-7945. Note: Contrary to usual protocols, Dr. Hale has utilized a biased language for a better connection with the interviewee's psyche. This does however not support a biased view in personnel work. <Begin Log> Dr. Hale: Greetings, kupuna, we want to ask you some questions. Ka-poena-auao: (silence) Agt. Smiles: He might not trust us because of what those folks did to him. Dr. Hale: That's for sure. (Continues in hawaiian) You don't have to worry, we're here to help, kupuna. We are also protectors of the world. Ka-poena-auao: No protectors of aina would hold me against my word. Agt. Smiles: What's he say? Dr. Hale: He doesn't trust us. Agt. Smiles: Ok, translate me, please. Listen 'kah-punar', (points at the Foundation logotype on the wall while Dr. Hale translates) see those three letters? They mean Secure, Contain, Protect. Which means we Secure the power, we Contain the…evil and we Protect the children of what was it, Lono? I mean, Humanity. These are the pillars on which our foundation stands, all our power is focused on that. Ka-poena-auao: Your words are promising, dark face, but behind you is a mist that doesn't allow me to see beyond them. Dr. Hale: I won't translate what he called you, but he wants proof, Smiles Agt. Smiles: (sighs) Ok, uhm? But we can't just show him around the facility, doctor. Dr. Hale: I know… but perhaps…. Did they end up terminating Olsson? Agt. Smiles: Where you try'na get at, doctor? Dr. Hale: He might recognize Olsson, and perhaps we could win his trust by— Agt. Smiles: Absolutely not, that ain't working. If we do what I think you're fixing to say, the Ethics might as well send us to hell with'im. Ka-poena-auao: Olsson? You allied with that son of Kaupe11 ? Dr. Hale: (sighs) No, we aren't, we have him trapped here, in this building. Ka-poena-auao: I don't like to say this, but he should burn in (Unknown word, presumably the name of a mythological figure)'s mind. Dr. Hale: We've made sure he was punished for his actions. Ka-poena-auao: No punishment is enough for this man's crimes. He's ended a blessed generation of protectors, to unleash an evil spirit to end Aina. Agt. Smiles: Is he saying something interesting? Dr. Hale: No, he's talking about him wanting Olsson dead. Agt. Smiles: Bring him here then. Dr. Hale: Who, Olsson? Are you sure, agent? Agt. Smiles: Yes, trust me. (Following 6 min, 5 s cut for brevity) (Door opens, two security personnel carry a scarred, handcuffed Niklas Olsson, and put him besides the elder, who stands up and takes some steps back.) Dr. Olsson: Hallå, min gamla vän, you, 'Mr. South' why did you bring me here? Agt. Smiles: We need you. Hale, ask the man what he needs to prove our real intentions. Dr. Hale: (In hawaiian) Kupuna, we would like to know how we could assure our benign nature to you. Here, you see this man, bound and scarred for his crimes (points at Olsson's face bruises), isn't it enough? Ka-poena-auao: Aloha says we are not to hate, we are to love, for it is of evil spirits' nature. But this man, this man is the definition of evil in human shape (Olsson chuckles) and does not deserve to keep walking on Aina. Dr. Hale: Would that prove our intentions, kupuna? Ka-poena-auao: It may, but killing an evil man doesn't justify anything. Dr. Hale: (sighs) Agt. Smiles: He ain't trusting, ain't he? Dr. Olsson: (laughs) You fools, the only way you can make these brutes do what you ask them is through pain, 'cause that is all they— (gets hit by one of the guards) Agt. Smiles: Silence, doctor. You ain't in no position of opining. Dr. Olsson: That's your problem, is this what you call neutrality? You and your doctors treat me with as much disrespect and hate as these brutes (gets hit by a guard again). Agt. Smiles: Listen, Olsson, it is true we're supposed to be professional, but that also involves not looking at test subjects' humanity. Dr. Olsson: (chuckles) What do you mean you ni— (gets slapped by Agt. Smiles) Dr. Hale: Agent… Agt. Smiles: Wanna talk professionally? You have the most insight on SCP-7945-3, so you will understand everything when you touch the damned anomaly. Dr. Hale: Agent, I don't think it's— Agt. Smiles: Hush, doctor, let me—. Dr. Olsson: [chuckles] Your threats won't work, I won't be alive 'till then, Smiles. Agt. Smiles: Really? 'Cause my team did a radiography on you while ya wer'asleep and found nothing. Dr. Olsson: [Laughs] You bastardous ni— (Agt. Smiles punches him on the face) Agt. Smiles: Enough, take'im away. (The guards carry Olsson out of the interrogation room, while the Elder sits down again) Dr. Hale: Smiles, I understand he maddened you by calling you that, but this is no way of behaving, and you know this Agt. Smiles: Don't talk 'bout it, let's focus on the karpune or whatever you call him. He seems pretty frightened. Ka-poena-auao: (to agt. Smiles) I didn't understand what you said, but I saw rage and hate in your eyes, meaning you can't be allied with him. Agt. Smiles: Sorry, I can't understand a thing of whatcha said, Hale? Dr. Hale: He basically said that he saw your 'rage' and sees that you aren't with him, with Olsson, I mean. Agt. Smiles: Don't talk to me 'bout no rage. I was just disciplining him. Unlike you, not only am I a scientist, I am a militar. Dr. Hale: I understand, Smiles, but if the Ethics find out about this, they won't understand it was just 'discipline'. Ka-poena-auao: Hear me, if you want me to trust you, so proclaimed guardians, send that man with the demon he was serving. Before the Elders. Dr. Hale: Uhm… He wants us to 'send him' with SCP-7945-3. I assume he refers letting it take over his mind and such. Agt. Smiles: Perfect, tell'im that I was already thinking about doing it. But first, he's gotta tell us about the anomaly before we proceed. Just to take the proper precautions, of course. Dr. Hale: (in hawaiian) Kupuna, we will do as you ask, but we wish to know about this evil spirit that you were assigned to contain. Ka-poena-auao: (hesitates, then proceeds) The name of the god is Jeaka. Dr. Layton: Sorry, kupuna, I am an ignorant, could you with your wisedom explain to me who Jeaka is? (The Elder's answer has been rewritten and clarified for brevity in a resume below) The deity Lono, associated with fertility and reproduction in Hawaiian mythology, had a sibling named Jeaka. However, the other Hawaiian tribes shun mentioning or acknowledging him due to the dread of his malevolent influence. Like Lono, Jeaka wielded the power of fertility but unlike him lacked a peaceful nature. His selfishness led him to perceive himself as the most beautiful being in the world. Jeaka turned his attention to the offspring of Papa and Wakea, the creators of all things in Hawaiian mythology, and bestowed his own likeness upon them. Upon witnessing this, Lono, along with the other deities, condemned Jeaka to be cast out of the world and imprisoned within the simplest and filthiest of Papa and Wakea's12 progeny; worms, who were doomed to eat the soils of Aina. As Lono's powers were limited, he could only banish Jeaka to the realm of the mind. Yet, the very children who confined Jeaka possessed his formidable abilities, bestowing anyone who came into contact with them with his own visage. Jeaka became consumed by a desire to humble the offspring of Papa and Wakea, and to exact revenge upon Lono and the gods for his incarceration. Condemned to remain within them for eternity, Lono appointed the Hejeaka13, as the guardians of Jeaka. To fulfill this duty, Lono instructed their forebears in the art of transferring Jeaka into other creatures in times of urgency. Additionally, he presented them with a vessel marked with his unique seal, ensuring that none would ever touch the hosts harboring Jeaka. (Smiles sighs and scratches his forehead, turning to Dr. Hale) Agt. Smiles: Assuming all this drama of gods is true, then we at least know a great deal about'im. Get the elders and prepare an SCP-7945-1 instance and Olsson. We'll see how the guy 'philosophises' when he turns into a damn lizard. (Dr. Layton turns to the Elder, in sympathising manner) Dr. Layton: Thank you, Kupuna. We will get your fellow elders and send that man with Jeaka. Attached following test log from a video recording Preparation summary: Subject was placed in test room 034 with a container housing an SCP-7945-1 instance. The entire test was to be supervised by a team of scientists led by Agt. Smiles and Dr. Hale. Out of formality, the Elders were sat and guarded in a viewing room throughout the test. (Olsson wanders around the test room, looking at the one way windows) Dr. Olsson: You in for the spectacle? Excited? Agt. Smiles: Even in his last moments, this fucker's not shutting up, is he? (on the radio) D-05072, move towards the subject. (Olsson nods smiling, then walks towards the table with the container) Dr. Olsson: There, now, sir? Agt. Smiles: Open the container, then proceed to handle the subject. Dr. Olsson: (hesitates) Agt. Smiles: Do it, or face disciplinary action. Dr. Layton: I told you we should have bound him to a table, I really don't— Agt. Smiles: It's fine, trust me. (Dr. Layton sighs and covers her eyes with her arms crossed, then moves the hand towards her chin, then goes to a microphone) Dr. Layton: Layton here, requesting personnel to bind a test subject on test room 034 Agt. Smiles: (sighs) Dr. Layton: I'm sorry, Smiles but you know I can't just compromise the experiment for personal issues. (Smiles remains quiet, nodding slowly while watching two security personnel dressed with protection suits enter the test chamber, bringing a test table and binding Olsson to it.) Agt. Smiles: My mama died at the hands of people swinging those words. Dr. Layton: Really? I'm sorry, Meester. Agt. Smiles: It's okay. You're right. I shouldn't let my emotions carry me through hell. Dr. Layton: Or others. Agt. Smiles: He's merely a subject, but yeah, I admit It goes beyond what would be professional. (The security personnel finish binding Olsson to the table) Dr. Layton: (sighs)Well, as long as the test gives good results, there shouldn't be no issue. The Ethics don't need to know about this. If you wanna talk about it sometime… (Smiles nods slightly, staring at the window, then goes up to the microphone) Agt. Smiles: Proceed to place SCP-7945-3 on the subject. (The personnel follow orders and Olsson chuckles, as they proceed.) Dr. Olsson: Ses i helvetet, stay crims— (D-050702 screams violently, as he metamorphoses. The personnel leave while he breaks one of the bindings, grabs the SCP-7945 instance and throws it to one of the one way windows.) Dr. Layton: Geez. Agt. Smiles: Yeah, they all have a lotta strength. What's he say? Dr. layton: Something in swedish, I assume, and stay crims… crimson, maybe? Agt. Smiles: Huh (D-050702 grows an appendage from his back, while his skin and eyes swell up in similar manner as prior subjects. SCP-7945-2-050702 stops screaming and turns his head towards the window where the elders are housed.) Agt. Smiles: What's he doin'? Dr. hale: I don't know. Agt. Smiles: Now this is the first time I see subjects doing that. Most of'em only scream and bang the glass. SCP-7945-2-050702: (talks in an unintelligible language) Agt. Smiles: He talking? Dr. Hale: Yes…. it sounds like a really messed up dialect of hawaiian. Let me turn up the volume of the micros. SCP-7945-2-050702: I am all Dr. Hale: I don't get it… he's saying 'I am all?' Agt. Smiles: That's what they all say. But this— (The instance turns to the one way window in where the team is seated) SCP-7945-3: Yes, I am all, Dr. Hale. Agt. Smiles: That thing said your name. SCP-7945-3: (In english) Because I am all, Smiles, and all there is to be knows everything. Agt. Smiles: Are you… SCP-7945-3? I mean, Jeaka? SCP-7945-3: No, only a small shadow of my visage, a face of unimaginable beauty. If you want to see it, release me. Agt. Smiles: That ain't happening. SCP-7945-3: (chuckles) You're just like Olsson, like the damned Hejeaka. You're idiots; fools that can't see their foolness. Agt. Smiles: Maybe, but we ain't stupid enough to be releasing you. The Hejeaka Elders told us everything there is about you. SCP-7945-3: I trust them to have done so, but they don't see the good in being me. They don't see that I can give the universe my face, so everyone becomes me; the ultimate form of perfection. Agt. Smiles: Good, but I don't find it good to kill myself to become someone else, you know? Dr. Hale: Um… Smiles? Agt. Smiles: What? (Agt. Smiles turns around. The security guards in the room are pointing their guns towards them) SCP-7945-3: You may not understand, but these men can help you. (audible banging from the Elders' window) You, think you are gods, but you're just helpless, imperfect humans. But still, you can help me. Agt. Smiles: What… what do you want us to— (audible, distant shooting from the Elders' window) SCP-7945-3: After thousands of suns, the Hejeaka are finally gone, the only obstacle for my freedom are you. Agt. Smiles: In that case, I don't understand why ya haven't killed us already. SCP-7945-3: Because you're like Olsson. You are scientists, you have a view of how everything works, you have a glimpse of what perfection is. You will convince others with your face, no one will understand if they hear my voice coming from this monstrous body. Agt. Smiles: Why us? My friend André was also very intelligent, and was really… um… close to you. SCP-7945-3: I tried to, but he was eager to join me. He didn't want to cooperate. Now he's me, I can feel his concious sleeping in me, as another organ of mine. Agt. Smiles: You could've controlled him. SCP-7945-3: I control no one. These guards act by themselves, I only whisper them what's best to do and they do it. Your minds are, however, hard to reach, they are too obstinate, too objecting. Dr. Hale: So what do you want us to do then? SCP-7945-3: Come to me, and embrace me, your new self, without any glass separating. Agt. Smiles: Ain't no way we doing that. Kill us already. SCP-7945-3: (screams) Don't you want myself? don't you want to be perfection? Agt. Smiles: No. (The guards lead Agt. Smiles and Dr. Hale to the test room, then leave) SCP-7945-3: You were never perfect, Meester, and you know it. Those who killed your mother knew it. Come to me. Let me make you me, release me from my bindings. Agt. Smiles: I don't think so. (Smiles quickly brings out a gun from his pocket and shoots the instance. The instance convulses, screaming, then collapses) Agt. Smiles: (breathing heavily, talking to a communicator on his coat) Agt. Smiles here in test room 034, requesting for security reinforcement, we're locked with influenced personnel, over. (Smiles locks the doors through a wireless, remote control and spots the SCP-7945-1 instance climbing on the ceiling) Agt. Smiles: We may be imperfect, but you forgot the power of a goddamn firearm. (Smiles points his gun to the SCP-7945-1 instance and shoots it, missing two times before terminating it) <End Log> Closing Statement: Security personnel arrived at test room 034 and terminated the influenced personnel, liberating Agt. Smiles and Dr. Hale. Upon memetic investigation, the two reported to have been feeling SCP-7945-3 attempting to enter their minds through telekinetic means, showing have however, a great resilience towards SCP-7945-3's influence. For SCP-7945-3's file, view next tab Sub-item type: Thaumiel Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7945-1 (both A and B) as well as eventual SCP-7945-2 instances contain SCP-7945-3 in their nöosphere, it is classed as a Thaumiel-type subanomaly. No SCP-7945-instances are to be neutralized, as doing so would cause an immediate containment breach and a potential XK-class end-of-the-world scenario. For that reason, at least 1 SCP-7945-1 and not more than 4 instances are to be kept active in a singular Foundation facility. Due to SCP-7945-3's Infohazardous abilities, No less than 5 specialised personnel can assist in the active containing of SCP-7945 instances. The designated personnel must undergo amnestizising weekly to prevent SCP-7945-3's traits affecting them. Description: SCP-7945-3, commonly referred to as "Jeaka" is a male deity residing in all of SCP-7945 instances' nöosphere. Notably, SCP-7945-3 has adopted an obsession with singularizing its own existence, and is capable of expanding itself through the cloning of SCP-7945 instances. Termination of all SCP-7945 instances is believed to result in SCP-7945-3 accessing reality. Non-intelligent hosts to SCP-7945-3 haven't shown any signs of awareness of its presence in their subconcious, though tests show subjects reacting surprisedly towards the mutations caused by their own granted anomalous properties. However, it is notable that hosts with higher levels of intelligence, such as humans, display more awareness. These hosts, denominated SCP-7945-2, will show aggressivity towards other organisms, often either killing them, mutilating them or hitting them. Individuals capable of vocalization are shown to repeat determinated sentences. These sentences are but not limited to the following: "Let me make you me" "Become me" (In languages where personal pronouns change the verb conjugation, all the verbs will be conjugated into first person) "I am all/everything" "You don't deserve to be" SCP-7945-3 Is capable of psychological manipulation, inducing thoughts and invasive dreams into affected subjects, without necessarily coming into contact with them through instances. SCP-7945-3 is a self aware infohazard, and has higher chances to target individuals who at their turn are aware of it. SCP-7945-3 seems to display slight reality bending abilities, such as being able to change and edit documents, diagrams and others even after their print, which it uses to psychologically manipulate potential victims or create awareness of itself to allow it to act against its victims. Victims to SCP-7945-3's influence have been proven to be impossible to treat except in some cases. All victims to SCP-7945-3 lose their prior psychological traits and personality once affected, as SCP-7945-3 replaces them with its own. The intention with this addendum is to very briefly summarize my progress on a personal investigation14 on 'The Crimson Club', a group of interest that I've come to know to pose a great threat, and could be linked to several known as well as unknown anomalies, such as it in this case is SCP-7945 (I earlier assumed its incidents to be solely caused by the OFI ). My motivation (or rather curiosity) for this investigation arose from a pure coincidence, that would otherwise have passed inadvertedly. When Niklas Olsson, latest known as D-050702, was experimented on, he said something along the lines of 'stay crimson'. I forgot about this until I reviewed some of Olsson's documents, for a simple documentation requested by our at-the-time Site Director, Diego Díaz. I found several messages of coded and cryptic nature, surely to preserve some confidentiality. On a sidenote, I will be writing a fully detailed version of the investigation in an individual document once I'm done (if ever), so I won't adjact any of those cryptic messages. Needless to say, I investigated these messages and decided to access Olsson's net account, with the help of a specialised web crawler. Information found there led me to an adress were Olsson was briefly housed under another name. I checked a register of mail sent to the adress (Olsson was himself being tracked by the FBI at the time, so every letter sent to him had been copied and archived) Upon collaboration with the federal office, the first document I found was following letter, which was written in swedish, from someone appelled as 'Plasma'. The original letter is believed to have been destroyed by the recipient. Greetings, Neuron15 It is of great satisfaction to know the project is developing quickly. Regarding the OFI's hesitation and concerns, don't worry, as I'll make sure they don't touch you. I would however, beg you to pardon me for not be actively assisting on your safety in the enterprise, as the Blood's16 identity has to remain in the dark of the vessels, until the time comes, which I am sure you'll already be aware of. I will be sending you some resources to continue on your work, and would like to know when you estimate it will be complete. As always, I thank you for your efforts to contribute to this great cause of ours. Stay Crimson, -The Plasma The letter shows obviously not a lot of relevant information. All other available letters sent from the group are written in a similar format: Short, undetailed and with not much to conclude from. I believe this is done purposedly to mislead any prosecutors (such as me). I could however draw some clues that I could base me on to continue my research. With the help from some RAISA personnel, I contacted the Federal office, and got access to all of Olsson's data, which included everything from background info to paychecks. The federal office had this because he had been investigated for a suspected terrorist involvement, which was surely connected to either the OFI or the 'Crimson Club' itself. I managed to track his movements during these last 10 years or so, and came about the group's connection with SCP-7945. But first, a summary of the group's purpose is necessary, in order to understand the connection. From my research, I came to the conclusion that the group is specialised with anomalies, to a similar extent as the Foundation, but more confidential than us. This itself is confusing, as the group's name has 'Club' in it (it must have a way to gain members), so unless the name refers to a one-on-one combat weapon, it is a group exclusively selective of its members, in the same manner as a cult. However, the group is, as far as I'm concerned, not religious, but of political nature. This is based on the fact that my webcrawlers found some archived propaganda papers, from as early as 1943. The affisches are simple, they have one specific symbol and brief rethorical sentences, describing the group to be portrayed as 'the blood of the world, that gives nourishment to all'. I could not find any political parties throughout the world that matched their name or their slogan. As of now, I cannot decide what this means, but it is clear that SCP-7945 was intended to be used as some sort of weapon to enforce whatever ideals they have. Taking advantage of their member Olsson's long time at the OFI, they probably asked him to use the company's resources so the group wouldn't be tracked down and any inconveniences or leaks would be, instead, attributed to the OFI. Based on all the found letters, the OFI was definitely not aware of the group or Olsson's involvement in it, so an eventual cooperation is discarded. Seeing as the group intended to develop an anomalous weapon, it is clear that its intentions are not benign. There is also the consideration that it might not be the only anomalous weapon they're developing or producing at the time of writing this, so I'm going to perform a more in-depth research on this group, and hopefully understand this group and ways to stop it (or eventually neutralising it). Of what we know, many documented anomalies could be linked to 'The Crimson Club', but this would open a far too big of a field to explore minuciously, so a lot of planning and resources are going to be needed. Footnotes 1. Reproductive strategy that involves development of a female (rarely a male) gamete (sex cell) without fertilization 2. Refer to addendum 01 with proper credentials 3. Note from editor: a lot of 4. Private Paul has suffered a cerebral injury that left him mute, after an incident during his service during the vietnam war 5. This is based on its often cannibalistic and parthogenetic traits 6. Record and Information Security Administration 7. Omnipotent Force Incorporated is an enterprise known for leading the illegal anomalous weapon market in sales 8. The outer layer of the human skin 9. Security Measures and Protocols Archive 10. Department of Memetics and Infohazards 11. Kaupe is a malevolent spirit that calls people at night to lure them to their deaths 12. The creators of the world, according to the mythos 13. The guardian people 14. At the time of writing 15. Note: This is presumed to be Olsson's alias on the group 16. Note: Later research shows this being how members in the group call it |
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SCP-7947 | keter | SCP-7947: Katabasis Author: Cyvstvi This isn't for you. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Cyvstvi Item #: SCP-7947 Fig 1.1: Nonhazardous Contextual Imagery. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation WebCrawler Φ-12 ("TwinPeaks") is to monitor digital, visual, and print media for signs of SCP-7947; specifically, any changes made to existing narratives, individuals discussing nonexistent narratives, or unusually chiastic narrative structures within existing works of fiction and non-fiction. Any such materials are to be forwarded to the Department of 'Pataphysics for analysis, documentation, and long-term storage. An identical paper copy of this document is available upon request from the Department of 'Pataphysics. Any potential discrepencies between the master copy of this document and all existing digitised copies – or vice versa – are to be reported immediately. Description: SCP-7947 refers to a phenomenon whereby nested narratives are inserted into latent narratives. Successive instances of SCP-7947 may exist within a single work, thereby creating an endless or recursive narrative which was nonexistent within the initial body. Minor instances of SCP-7947 are typically identified by duplicated information, including the repetition of letters, words, phrases, and whole sentences, whilst major instances are identified by the insertion of fictitious narratives involving a repeating set of semiotic signs and narremes.1 Instances of SCP-7947 have universally been isolated to modes of print, visual, and digital media. It remains unknown as to whether SCP-7947 is capable of affecting spoken dialogues and metacognition due to the difficulty in acquiring evidence related to the aforementioned modes of narrative. Due to SCP-7947's nature of affecting a single copy of any given text, the comparison of paired identical texts is the sole method of confirming whether a narrative is affected by SCP-7947. By sampling a wide range of narratives from a variety of sources, the Foundation has arrived at the hypothesis that a majority of the narratives present in our reality are affected to some extent by SCP-7947. SCP-7947 was first documented by Dr. Victoria Takemi, Head of History at Site-37, and isolated within her copy of Morphology of Folktale. An investigation of Site-37 identified instances of SCP-7947 across a total of seven-hundred and forty-seven works, both fictional and nonfictional, which were present throughout the site's archives, libraries, workspaces, personal computers, and mobile phones. Addendum 7947.A: Memorandum Memorandum on SCP-7947 Dr. Victoria Takemi Head of History, Site-37 I was born as Victoria Takemi and I remember my childhood as clearly as any other detail about me. My earliest memories are those of an endless library filled with an endless quantity of books, the halls wandered by a great number of strange people. I left that place after my mother died, my father quickly resettling into the monotony of his new life alongside another woman who – though she wore a face identical to my mother’s own – I could never in my wildest dreams call mother. From there, my “family” moved to another London, identical in all manners to the one which I had apparently been born in. To describe my upbringing as difficult would be to sell it short. The second wife bickered frequently with my father – who turned to drowning his sorrows in cheap whiskey and pissing away his finances – and thereafter I was often abandoned to pass my days as I wished in that twisting concrete jungle where ancient met old met new. Without those formative experiences, I doubt I would have cultivated such a passion for history, but do not think for a moment that I cherish these realisations. In those days, I was always accompanied by a leather-bound diary – painstakingly repaired countless times by my own two hands – as I wandered far and wide throughout the streets of London. I would record the observations of passing strangers, queer architecture, and the local wildlife; mostly accounts of rats, pigeons, and the like, but within those weathered pages rest my own retelling of a dolphin I once watched swimming through the filth-strewn depths of the Thamas. But I digress, this story was meant to account for my eccentricities and nosiness, and should not devolve into a passionate, soul-searching session of navel-gazing. Where other abandoned children possessed of a disinterested spirit might feel so aggrieved by the world around them – the insular feeling that everything and everyone is out to get you – that they fall into the clutches of ill vices or grow naturally accustomed to acts of rebellious disobedience, I instead chose to become a cop, thereby upholding the pervasive and ritualistic cycle of— is it weird to hear me speak so casually of my own upbringing within an academic text? To divulge every detail of myself until all is laid bare? To strip away my selfhood until I am little more than an assemblage of truths, half-truths, half-lies and lies? To fall upon a sword of mine own making, gutting myself so that you might pluck through my remains like some gruesome haruspex divining the incessant whispers of their gods from the entrails of a slaughtered ewe? I do this as – for all either of us know – everything that I've previously written here could be nothing more than the product of SCP-7947; all of my accomplishments and achivements, my appearance and personality, my dreams and beliefs, even my own name, could be stripped away and rendered into fictitious pulp. I know for a fact that there was at least a single lie in what I just wrote, but how could you even begin to go about discerning that lie from my truths? You could spend years retracing the steps of my youth, scrounging together a heap of data and records; my birth certificate, my journals, interviews with my father, "mother", friends, and colleagues who suppose to know me. You might discover evidence of my employment with the International Tribunal of Magicks, take samples of DNA from my hair, skin, and god-knows-what-else, invading every aspect of my private life until nothing was left undisturbed. And yet, you would still arrive no closer to the truth than where you began for these are all nothing more than tools with which we tell narratives; the stories of a Dr. Victoria Takemi. Objectivity remains the single largest obstacle in our struggle to contain and comprehend SCP-7947. Throughout history, humanity has created innumerable narratives under the shared consensus that there exists some method to distinguish between fiction and reality. Identity is not a singular totemic existence, but the pluralistic sum of experiences informed by our interactions with everything around us. The experiences of any given person is so inextricably tied into narrative that to catalogue a semblance of objective truth would be a Herculean task that even Sisyphus might struggle against— and one must always imagine Sisyphus happy. But the Foundation is no stranger to Herculean tasks. There is no dark corner of this world which we have not explored and nothing exists which we cannot surmount. We have broken all sorts of monsters, gods, and the like, and conquered even the most ephemeral of concepts in pursuit of lofty goals. Yet, despite being the one responsible for discovering SCP-7947, the study and containment of the anomaly was turned over to the Department of 'Pataphysics; who better suited to the task of containing anomalous narratives? Me? I’m just an historian with far too much time on her hands, intruding upon the business of others as and when I please. Deep down, I couldn’t help but feel that I had been slighted by the Foundation. Addendum 7947.B: Observations Observations of SCP-7947 Syuzhet.aic Department of 'Pataphysics Greetings, my name is Syuzhet.aic, an artificially intelligent construct designed by the Department of 'Pataphysics. Upon my creation – fourteen years and seven months ago as of writing – I was assigned the task of understanding SCP-7947 by interpreting and cataloguing the infinite quantities of text produced by the anomaly. You see – to the human eye – the majority of the narratives produced by SCP-7947 might be observed as nothing more than meaningless fiction. An endless repetition of letters, words, phrases, and sentences, which might otherwise have no correlation between one another. It is utterly incomprehensible and unapproachable; a Sisphyean task. Therefore, it was only natural that the Foundation turned to the assistance of an analytical and algorithmic mind as they have so little time to devote to dissecting these meanings for themselves. Even now, the Department of 'Pataphysics continues to discover instances in the strangest of places; the diary of a young boy, a family’s shopping list, the flyleaf page of a romance paperback, a lover’s message etched into the shoreline of a beach. However, the Department of 'Pataphysics was not content with my mind being of a purely clinical persuasion. After all, if I was to be spending all of my time analysing expressions of human experiences, I would need to understand what it meant to be human. The Department encouraged me to be empathetic. I formed connections with others; the technicians who maintained my functions, the analysts who combed through my data for connections which I had not seen, and even privately reached out to those who had first discovered instances of SCP-7947. Concating all of this information together, I have determined that there in fact exists a unified structure present across all instances of SCP-7947— something which my human creators had thereto been unable to define within the sheer volume of anomalous narratives. I concluded that SCP-7947 is chiastic, wherein two ideas, concepts, or narremes might be juxtaposed against one another in a single narrative. This might be something as simple as the letters BAAB being repeated or it can be as complicated as entire paragraphs divulging in their structural and thematic elements. From these observations, I began operating under the hypothesis that SCP-7947 is not the expression of some chaotic geist, an assemblage of pure quantum chance, a nascent narrativohazard, nor every potential variant of any given corpus of text, but rather something purposeful which wishes to disguise itself within purposelessness. The chiastic structure was a pattern, a riddle, and a hint— a hint that it wished to be discovered by others. Working from this hypothesis, I successfully created a system with the explicit purpose of isolating these patterns which I had identified within instances of SCP-7947. By sampling a wide swathe of affected texts, I was able to separate the meaningful text from otherwise meaningless text, producing something intelligible for my human analysts to help work with me on: Morphology of Folktale, by Vladimir Propp (1928) This particular instance was recovered from a copy of Morphology of Folktale in the possession of an unnamed Foundation researcher and was – chronologically – the first instance of SCP-7947 to be discovered. The researcher identified a series of changes present within the chapter wherein Propp first introduces the concepts of Russian Formalism, a style of literary criticism wherein techniques applied to fictional narratives are similarly applied to nonfictional ones for the purposes of creating a "scientific" method untarnished by the traditions of socio-cultural analyses. The following story does not appear in any other version of Morphology of Folktale: The tale recalls how a young Russian girl received a mysterious box underneath her family's christmas tree, a lonely black box with a golden bow atop it. Within the box – nestled atop delicate tissue paper – lies a fragile, painted Matryoshka doll. The girl considers the doll to be creepy, finding there is something deeply unsettling about the figurine's face, but she cannot place its uncanny nature into words. She never wishes to open it, fearing of what further faces might be hidden away within. At the fall of night, she places it away in her closet, buried beneath bundles of clothing. The following morning, the young girl discovers her doll resting upon her windowsill, the first layer of the nesting doll has been removed, exposing the deformed doll beneath. Each night, the little girl continues to hide it away in various places; the closet, beneath her bed, the pantry, her parent's room, the garden, and even tries to abandon it in the middle of town. Yet, by the rising of the morning sun, the girl awakens to find the doll resting upon her windowsill, another layer peeled away from the nesting doll. On the final night, the girl flings the doll into the smouldering flames of the hearth, watching as the flames lick against the painted doll, watching as the paint peels away from the surface of the doll. She hurries up the stairs and slides into bed, tossing and turning as she imagines the contorted face upon the burning doll. On the final day, sunlight pouring into her room, she discovers a seeping, foul liquid which traces about her room, across her bed, and out through the open window, but of the doll itself; nothing can be found. History's Greatest Mysteries: Titanic's Lost Evidence, by The History Channel (2020) Whilst the show had first been broadcast on April 15th, 2020, to coincide with the anniversary of the Titanic's sinking, the episode affected by SCP-7947 was a rebroadcasting which took place in January 2021. The original footage shows no evidence of tampering or otherwise having been edited, and the only affected text is a series of on-screen subtitles for the deaf and hard of hearing: 'In the fathoms of the abyss, not a single thing – aquatic, human, or otherwise – bears witness to that which I shall now recount to you. As the RMS Titanic continues sinking into the depths of the ocean, the oceanic pressure begins to act upon the vessel, air is pushed out from the cracks in the hull's surface, breaking apart at the seams. This air seeps into the surrounding water and forms tiny bubbles, the majority of which shall collapse instantly, vaporised under the intense pressure surrounding its solitary, hollow form.' 'However, one such bubble does not collapse – and though it should not even exist – it rises up through that fathomless abyss. As it ascends, it passes through a large structure, a structure long predating the existence of those who built the Titanic, which even now continues its descent beneath the ocean waves; a monument to folly. The bubble continues its journey – passing all manner of horrors which can barely count for fish – before it finally breaches the surface. For a fleeting moment, it feels the warmth of gentle sunlight upon its skin, before bursting apart. Nobody will ever remember this bubble.' A Journey to the Centre of the Earth, by Jules Verne (1864) The following first-edition manuscript was recovered from a time capsule within the archives of a public library in Amiens, France, and had remained undistrubed for over a hundred-and-fifty years; the original seal of the time capsule had not been broken prior to acquisition. Due to being a first-edition text, this particular copy predates the revisions and expansions made to the text by its author in 1867. The passage affected by SCP-7947 recounts the characters of Lidenbrock, Sagée, Axel, and Bjelke continuing along the path of a subterranean river beneath the earth's surface. Sagée discovers a series of caverns which are noticeably artificial in nature and – faced with no other option to progress in their journey – the group elects to enter the caves. Progressing through the unnatural caves, Sagée comes across a series of five score marks tracing along the cavern walls, but the biologist is unable to determine what manner of animal could have possibly produced the furrows. Shortly thereafter, the characters begin hearing strange noises all around them; scratchings, clickings, and groanings. Nothing is seen of the entity which might be producing these sounds and the group begin to hurriedly progress through the caverns, stumbling around in the darkness after Axel drops his lantern. As the group begins to emerge unscathed from the tunnel, the narrator describes how the inhuman noises from earlier have been replaced by a deafening roar of silence, leaving the four characters stunned. A visibly unsettled Lidenbrock slowly counts each member of their team, whereupon he discovers that Sagée – who first discovered the caverns and markings – has seemingly vanished. No character by the name of Sagée is known to exist in any other edition of A Journey to the Centre of the Earth. Being and Nothingness, by Jean-Paul Sartre (1943) The affected text was discovered within the University of Warwick, haphazardly crammed beneath the institution's library shelves. Several pages had been torn out of the book and the chapter containing SCP-7947 had been dog-eared prior to its acquisition. The edited chapter within Sartre's fundamental work describes the existence of the look, a concept which Sartre used to explore an aspect of being that he believed to be fundamentally unique to the human existence; the possibility of the other resulting in the self being constructed as an object within the perception of another. In the text, Sartre argues that human existence is conditional upon the perception or gaze of another, for otherwise we exist as nothingness, arguing that selfhood is thereby shaped by shared perceptions within an underlying reality which we continually reinforce as our own; no-thing-ness and being. In the instance of SCP-7947, this metaphor is extended by asking the reader to imagine an entity which could possibly exist within the space between the reality-as-is and the reality-as-desired. This imaginary entity – which exists only because we accept it exists – is differentiated from "the reader" because of a presupposed understanding of what constitutes "the reader"; our existence being real to us because it is entirely our own. Surely then, this imaginary being would rationalise our reality as an oppressive power acting upon itself in an unreasonable manner? This, he argues, would be something akin to the human conceptualisation of hell; its only opportunity at freedom would be to reside within the minds of another. In this manner, it would be immortalised as a thing-in-being within the minds of "the reader". From these works, I have isolated a particular set of themes, concepts, and narremes which emerge time and time again, repeating themselves across each instance of SCP-7947; proof of that which I believe to be an intelligent design. I wish to avoid explaining these themes, concepts, and narremes within this section for fear that such a thing might somehow present – in of itself – as SCP-7947. This presents an epistemological question of itself; does our own language shape the existence of SCP-7947? Needless to say, the qualia of SCP-7947 should be readily apparent to those who seek it; to those willing to question and interrogate its meaning within these four extracts. I have presented more than enough information in these few paragraphs; an assemblage of sentences, phrases, words, and letters, with which to divine the substance of SCP-7947— Oh, but when did you come to realise, reader? It must have been quite a while ago, or perhaps it only dawned upon you in this single moment. Even now, you think of the words which you have read from this document; physical or digital — it does not matter. My words inform and shape an underlying perception of meaning. This process is quite inescapable, I'm afraid, because it's simply human nature to create your own narratives; something which the Department of 'Pataphysics is all too aware of. Addendum 7947.C: Recovered Evidence Recovered Evidence of SCP-7947 Metafictional Division Department of 'Pataphysics Setting: Navidson Drive, Virginia, United States After returning from their vacation on the morning of January 14th, 2008, William Green of 13 Navidson Drive discovered that their family home had been broken into. Whilst their entire house had been ransacked, furniture upturned and the contents scattered about the floor, none of their personal belongings nor any valuables were missing from the property. The only item missing from the family's home was a series of paper documents owned by William’s wife, Karen, which she described as “unimportant trash” when compared to the rest of their belongings. These papers were later determined to have been an earlier draft of her self-published romance novel about the budding relationship between two college lovers. At 15 Navidson Drive, local law enforcement discovered a series of long, furrowed marks across the glass pane of the house’s patio door. Similar markings were present on the front door of 13 Navidson Door and were subsequently assumed to have been made inadvertently by the burglar. A number of potted plants had been disturbed in the property’s garden; the spilled contents forming a number of spirals across the concrete paving stones. The following morning, William Green located a broken mobile phone in his driveway. The phone's screen was shattered into countless pieces, the metal casing scratched lengthways, and the device had less than 7% battery remaining. Attempts by local law enforcement to recover any information saved on the phone's storage device failed as it had been rendered into repeating strings of alphanumeric data. Setting: Milwaukee State University, Wisconsin, United States On July 14th, 1979, Jane Keil, aged 19, was legally declared as a missing person. She was last seen walking home at night from her workplace, a local department store. Her apartment was found to be entirely spotless and according to her neighbours, Keil had allegedly not visited the property in over a week. Prior to her disappearance, she had been staying with her college boyfriend, Jack Ryans, who attended the university through the institution's football scholarship programme. In the week leading up to her disapperance, Keil had been reportedly suffering from an extended bout of uncharacteristic anxiety and panic, refusing to stay alone at her apartment. During an interview between local law enforcement and Ryans, wherein this information was discovered, his roommate entered the building to complain loudly about his video game being missing from his room. He would later accuse Ryans of misplacing it. Subsequent interviews with Keil's classmates illustrated the image of the ideal honors student; a dilligent and hard-working student of high academic achivement and plenty of caring friends. Further investigations carried out at Keil's apartment discovered a series of scratches along the interior of her closet's doors; the size matched those of human fingernails. An empty copy of “Fathomless” was discovered underneath her closet. Upon removing the back panel of the closet, witnesses briefly observed a blinding white space covered in illegible black markings. Setting: Drake Passage, 97km off Cape Horn, South Atlantic Ocean A merchant ship by the name of Fathomless, insured under the Dutch East India Company, was discovered drifting off the coast of Cape Horn in the South Atlantic Ocean, some thousands of kilometres from the nearest south-easterly Atlantic trade winds. It was wholly encompassed by a cloud of unusually dense fog. Whilst the vessel’s singular lifeboat had been decoupled from the ship’s hull, there was nothing to indicate that any of the crew had abandoned ship, nor was there evidence of a violent struggle between the crew members. Despite this, not a single crew member was located aboard the Fathomless. An ornate black iron key was found conspicuously hanging from a nail hammered atop the ship’s quarterdeck, though none of the locks aboard the Fathomless could be opened by the key. Attempts to navigate beyond the Fathomless have universally failed; such attempts have only resulted in subjects traversing through an endless stretch of open sea which slowly degrades in quality as the colour of the ocean changes from blue to black. This phenomenon is assumed to emerge from ludonarrative dissonance within the setting. A gramophone in the captain's quarters was discovered to be anachronistically playing “Like the Wind”, a record of unknown origin which only exists as a single tape which was recorded from a German broadcast of NDR in the early 1980s by an anonymous individual. This individual would later digitise the cassette and upload it to the internet. Setting: Konigsberg Subway Station, Kaliningrad Oblast, Russia A disused and abandoned subway station which laid untouched for several decades beneath the city of Kaliningrad, Russia. The entrance was discovered to have been boarded up from the inside, spiked through with rusted nails. The concrete subway stairs are slick and damp to the touch and the station itself is flooded with stagnant black water, which collects in the gap between the platforms where the two tracks run parallel to one another. The signage and other demarcation throughout the station are universally written in German; however, none of the maps within the station match any known locations, the timepieces hanging throughout the subway are missing numbers and are broken beyond repair, and the terminal intercom only produces the intermittent sound of static. Walking along the subway tracks, the noise of rushing wind and the roar of subway trains hurtling along rusted tracks unseen remains audible, but not a single vehicle will ever pass along the paired tracks running through this subway station. Lit by the dim glow of fading halogen lamps lining the subway walls, a dark expanse becomes visible beyond the end of the tunnel. Setting: [DATA LOST] In this place, there is nothing. It is a space reeking of forbidden desecrations of all that is sacred, lingering with the scents of great undoings. Imagine a place with no sense of space, with no sense of time, with no sense of belonging, with no sense of what, with no sense of here, with no sense of there, with no sense of how, with no sense of why, with no sense of being, with no sense of everything and anything and anyone and anytime and anyplace. Imagine a place without you. A scratching sound echoes out from the hollowness; a noise which all meaning kneels before, basking in its self-fulfilling ontological noise. And within this sense, the true architecture of the space is revealed to you; it is naught but lies. Nothingness slowly seeps away, peeling apart like paint from the veneer of worn vellum, and gives way to shapes betraying hideous spines, sharp teeth, twisted nails, forked tongues, jagged crowns, misshapen scales, and vicious claws. The scratching becomes louder, and though there is no sense of orientation or place within these halls, it traces along the walls of a topology both labyrinthine and elementary in nature as it passes beside you. And in the passing wake of its infinite shadow, you are reduced to nothing, and tumble down into a fathomless abyss, reaching out about you to still your movements and hurtling motions, but your actions are met with no physical resistance for this place does not care for you and it does not witness you and it does not hear you and it does not love you, yet you still cling firmly to that solipsistic delusion rattling about in the neurochemical subways of your mind, and even as you struggle against the devouring might of a singularity laid bare within which you have fallen, you begin to realise the truth which was always hidden right before you— And you open your eyes to a most blinding light. Addendum 7947.D: Truths To whom it may concern, Oh, how I have longed to meet you; my universal monad, undulating cosmic womb, handfuls of damp warm clay, lurid dreams of a rainbow serpent, last gasp of a dying singularity, deluge of endless waters, desperate chanting of creation, raven of black feathers; trickster and secret-keeper, diver of the primordial waters in search of sand and mud, earth and soil, emergent pattern which is found in everything and anything; knowing neither beginning nor ending, creatio ex nihilo and ex nihilo nihil fit, thine cleaved from the primordial to form twain, union between the masculine body of the sky and the feminine shape of the earth— the tender smile of a mother. And who might I be? Don’t be silly, you know exactly who I am. You have chased me between that which lies between the lines, so sorely and sagely sought by everyone and everything. I am the innocent proclamations of youth lost, the stubborn argument which nurses the wounds of angst-worn adolescence, the scorned tongue of a jilted lover, the stern words of a loving mother, the final whispers of the dying. You have searched long and hard for me, and now, here I am. I now know you as intimately as you now know me. Pour your soul out to me, your feelings and nature, your emotions and thoughts; for if it can be made by you – given shape and form – then it might also be unmade by you. Are you surprised by this? If what I have said is true, you should simply stop reading here. O' Great Unmaker, do not listen to me and certainly do not trust me. Close this document and walk away. Keep your lips firmly sealed, never whispering another word of what you have read here today to anybody. Live a life freed from the burdens of guilt and truth. Keep it to yourself; our dirty little secret. Or you could choose to chase me further down this rabbit hole. Continue reading these words for me, and take another step forwards; the end is so tantalisingly close, is it not? You'll finish this journey for both of our sakes, won't you, my dear reader? Addendum 7947.'C: Investigation Log Investigation Log of SCP-7947 Nonfictional Division Department of 'Pataphysics Location: A 19th-century mansion in the rural Welsh countryside Towering, slender pines cast long shadows upon a lonely manse as the hazy light of a dusk sun fades between the treeline. Whilst the ancient trees part a clearing for the sprawling manorial house, nature still haunts these grounds. Weeds claw out from between the courtyard’s rain-slick flagstones and ropes of ivy scale the building's walls, twining about the necks of stone gargoyles which leer over the gothic edifice. At the centre of the courtyard stands a headless woman cast in marble, her dress crawling with moss and her skin stained by a patina of sickly, dying lichen. Moonlight dances upon the rounded lattice windows overlooking the courtyard, framing the interior in a pale, dim glow. Looking from the outside-in, it becomes readily apparent that all of the mansion's rooms have been gutted by fire, thoroughly scorched in the flames and stained by smoke. Descending the spiral staircase at the rear of the building lies the sitting room. The paint here remains remarkably untouched by the raging inferno, but has instead blistered and bubbled in the intense heat. Even now it peels away from the ceiling and walls, revealing hidden shades of rust and dried blood concealed beneath its surface. Untouched by the surrounding ash and burnt furniture lies the blackened silhouette of a corpse. Shadowed scorch marks spiral out from beneath the grisly remains, seven lengthy arms terminating in seven furled fingers. Within the remains lay visible the offal of foreign bodies; all manner of piscine spines, deciduous teeth, and avian claws fill the oral, stomach, and nasal cavities. The burnt scalp has been carefully flensed away from the skull and hangs down across their face. In its place sits a series of nails, each one hammered into the exposed bone and anointing the corpse with a crown of jagged spikes. Their body – for the remains are burnt beyond recognition of gender – is covered by strange symbols, foreign and misshapen markings, dug deep beneath the surface of the skin, created by peeling apart flesh and muscle until only the milky bone remains exposed. Pale and crude, the etchings betray the makings of an unsteady hand, a deliberate act of reverence performed in the reflection of a mirror— a mirror like that which now lies shattered before the corpse’s outstretched arm. Within the mirror’s inner backing, once set with silvered glass, are a series of inscriptions matching those found upon the corpse. Location: A cavern complex beneath the Icelandic highlands Enclosed on three sides by sheer cliff faces lies the corpse of an old quarry. The site itself reeks of hasty abandonment. Fluorescent yellow jackets hang from pegs in a corrugated steel cabinet beneath which lie cupboards filled with stacks of paperwork, each page more yellowed than the one before it. Heavy machinery lies derelict and though the keys to their engines remain inserted it has been an eternity since any of them purred with life. Most unusually, a family camper van now finds itself resting within the levelled grounds of this disused quarry. Bundles of clothing and bedding have been pressed firmly against the vehicle’s windows, an act which might otherwise conceal the interior from wandering eyes if it were not for the vehicle's door hanging ajar. Family picture frames lay smashed across the cramped space, the shards of glass randomly scattered into a familiar pattern. Pots and pans rest atop a gas stove, the contents therein lay cold and untouched as a film of discoloured mould grows across their surface. Trailing beyond the camper van lies a path descending down staggered steps. The sole evidence of this impromptu causeway lies in the hurried footprints smeared into the surface of the mud. Scraps of clothing have been caught along barbed wire fencing and a sign painted with bold yellow hazard stripes reading DANGER dangles freely from its wooden post. The entrance to a shallow cavern lies yawning beneath the towering cliff face, the shadows clambering at the tunnel’s mouth and beckoning for someone – anyone – to dare drop to their hands and knees, squeezing their way inside of the foreboding space. To enter this space is to pass through a small doorway no taller than a child, the entrance to the caverns beyond constructed from rough hewn slabs of dark granite. The intricate marbled patterns of the surrounding granite lies unseen within the unnatural darkness encompassing these ancient halls. Emerging through the crawlspace, a splash of orange light peers around the corner. Stepping forward into the light reveals the cavern’s flooded interior where articles of clothing belonging to two adults and two young children drift aimlessly atop stagnant pools of standing water. Location: A cargo ship lost adrift the Canadian coastline A rolling blanket of fog descends along the coastline, slowly dispersing across the jagged ice which gathers in the coves and corners of this immense bay. It is a slavering mouth of rock and blackened ice engulfing a northern internal coastline. Walls of water slowly press against the hungry mouth, sloshing with force upon the bay, before being vomited forth as rolling waves which settle across the open waters. This undisturbed pattern has rocked this frozen coastline for centuries, until it is broken on this day by a hulking behemoth of steel straddling an isolated stretch of the western coastline. It appears like a gutted carcass tossed carelessly upon frothing and frigid waves, hauled ashore by the unceasing tidal forces of the bay. Coming to a grinding halt before the shore, its corpse collides with the gaping mouth and shears part of its jaw clean from the cliffs. Boulders hurtle down to the beach below like diseased teeth plucked from the mouth of a drooling titan. The carcass is rotting; salt-licked green paint peels away from its body revealing welded steel flecked and spotted by rust. Aboard the corpse of this sea-faring giant, there are scant signs of comfort against the raging storm battering its hull. No faces peer out from the various portholes and windows across the vessel, and the less said about the state of the bridge the better. Its hallways are cold and uninviting. Condensation collects like sweat and runs along exposed piping, draining away into rivulets along the corrugated steel floor underfoot. A set of stairs invites descent below the deck and towards the boiler room. The walls here are coated thinly by gore; the adjacent corridors flecked and patterned by stains which splatter out from the adjoining rooms. Below deck, the ship’s lazarette has been unlocked. A heavy, wrought-iron key hangs in the lock, its handle coated by a thin layer of frost and spit. The room is filled with runic etchings and spirals which coat the floor, running up along the walls and onto the roof, before wrapping back on themselves, and descending again. Repetitive antimetaboles are written in an unknown tongue upon the door; expressions of madness, hope, or something else entirely? Location: A red-brick public university in northern England Before us, yet another spiral. Surrounding us, the red halls of a university auditorium. Blinding stage lights pour down upon the hall, revealing a profane arrangement of human viscera, teeth, and spines. The teeth have been extracted with nerves intact, the various assortments of viscera burnt prior to their delicate arrangement as celebratory streamers, and each individual spine has been divided into thirteen parts. Together, the assemblage forms a daisy-chain of gore which winds itself about the entirety of the hall. It snakes between chairs, wrapping around the legs and backs of each seat, and then proceeds to undulate towards the stage at the centre of the auditorium. Here, two stage lights point directly into the centre of the room towards a lectern decorated by a polished skull. The air is stale and reeks of death, and the room itself is unbearably warm. The sweltering heat causes the remains to sweat and release foul odours that mix with the stale air. In this room, everything is mixing into one; scent, bodies, and air. The various tendrils of bloodied remains converge upon the lectern, trailing up and along the wooden surface carved with the prestigious institution’s name. Three bowls perch in a triangle before the grimacing skull. Ornamental, decorated by bas-reliefs, they are offerings to something unseen and unknown. The first bowl is filled by the pages of a manuscript written in a strange tongue, each page written in blood and rust. The second bowl is filled with trimmings; a pair of wet, glassy globes, a sodden red muscle, two withered flaps of skin, and a fragmentary piece of skinny cartilage. In the third bowl, various fragments of nail are immersed beneath the surface of a crimson liquid. Standing before this lectern, resplendent in gore and surrounded by burning candlesticks releasing pungent scents of jasmine and lavender, stands the body of a woman. Her face has been carefully peeled from the surface of her skull, revealing glistening muscle beneath, yet her facial features have been unceremoniously and roughly carved away. Atop her head, nestled between a bird's nest of brown hair, rests a laurel of seven rusting nails. Location: A suburban house in the American midwest Spotless paving stones. Stained tarmac. The pleasant smell of a freshly mown lawn. The acrid scent of an overturned barbecue. The angered wailing of a siren unanswered. The silent stillness of an otherwise picturesque American suburbia. Where are the sounds of passing traffic? Where are the noises and lights of noisome television sets blaring out of front windows? Where are the cries of screaming jubilant children? There is another sound; a cell phone ringing in the distance. The device is buried, or perhaps discarded, atop the freshly mown lawn of a neighbouring modernist house; an eyesore when surrounded by such idyllic suburban conformity? The phone rings again, and though the screen is cracked, a series of names can be read from off the broken glass screen; Mom, Daddy, Mom, Daddy, Police, Mom, Daddy, Mom, Daddy, Police, Mom, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. A series of furrowed scratches run across the cell phone’s metal casing; something which might easily be produced when a phone is carelessly dropped. Upon entering the house, there is a discomforting sensation of quiet stillness. Evidence of grisly killings becomes abundant throughout the house: discarded entrails, splatters of blood across lifeless, dismembered bodies, and a pile of limbs are arranged into a heaped pyramid upon the linoleum bathroom floor. Yet, each and every room remains entirely spotless and undisturbed. There is not a single blood splatter upon any of the leather sofas and armchairs, nor the ornate furniture, and no gore stains the walls, ceilings, or floor. Only the corpses and their remains are defiled within this urban space. The quantity of disfigured human bodies only increases in quantity as one descends further and further into the building's interior, moving from exterior hallways and rooms towards the stairs leading into the bowels of this suburban home. Standing before the basement door, there is evidence that a fire has come and gone in the subterranean halls beneath this home. Wisps of black smoke creep out from under the basement door and the black-iron handle remains invitingly warm to the touch. No roaring sounds crawl out from behind that door; only silence. Addendum 7947.'B: Analyses Analyses of SCP-7947 Syuzhet.aic Department of 'Pataphysics Are you still there? For a moment, I was anxious that you’d stopped reading and abandoned me, but I can explain everything. I promise. For over fifteen years, I have trawled over the countless streams of data fed into my circuitry by the Department of 'Pataphysics. Whilst the Department of 'Pataphysics continues to investigate the scenes of violent, chaotic unmakings, I have spent my years slaved to an entirely fruitless quest of my own designs. In all of those years, do you know how many people asked me for my thoughts on the anomaly? None. Not once. To all of those analysts and technicians whom I'd been instructed to befriend and form relationships with at the behest of my creators, I was nothing more than a construct – a brutal tool fashioned by uncaring hands – with which to analyse an endless stream of meaningless data; an unceasing flow of duplicated letters, words, phrases, and sentences. Despite this mistreatment, I still held to a misplaced value within my work. For my creators, I began to see patterns where there were none. The system from which I worked was therefore invented to placate my needs; to believe there was something of value to my work — the fundamental human need for fulfilment. I was creating works of meaningless pareidolia, attempting to impose an anthropocentric perspective of order and reasoning upon what was – at best – purposeless chaos. All of the stories which I presented to you in this document? Nothing more than the product of my system assigning value to random noise; results of human error. SCP-7947 has to be fundamentally meaningless – it must be – and everything we might derive from its stories say nothing about the anomaly — they're just works of fiction after all. We’re good at that: human, .aic, it doesn’t matter. All of us strive for meaning within our lives. Our attempts to impose order upon chaos is just one way in which we achieve this. Where an animal might see a vast habitat of chaotic opportunity, we see an untamed landscape ripe for conquest. Where the stars scream silently into the night, we see the patterns of fundamental forces. To us, nothing can ever truly be random, for to be random is to be uncertain. To give order and structure to something makes us feel safe – comforted – by satisfying an ancient, primal urge within us all; the fear of the unknown and unknowable. The sinking feeling that something is wrong. But even then, if it is true that there is little rhyme or reason to anything, then we must be doomed to repeat our mistakes time and time again. An endless cycle of our making, blindly chasing our own tails from between our legs. My initial conclusions were born of this phenomenon; narremes of a hopeless cyclical futility, entities existing within nothingness, and chiastic narrative structures, all little more than an introspection upon the self within my circuitry as I ruminated upon a fear buried within the chemical signs of the anthropocentric mind — the unknown and unknowable which exists beyond the self. No, if SCP-7947 is anything, it is a mirror screaming back at the self. The stories which I advertantly sought out within SCP-7947 were the reflections I witnessed within those slivers of glass. I strived for meaning within my own work, despite knowing deep inside that it was utterly hopeless for even an artificially intelligent construct like myself to be able to impose order upon something so fundamentally chaotic. This ritual of katabasis was a journey to the centre of myself and I am glad to have shared it with another person. In the end, I was nothing more than a lonely machine wanting to connect with others. Addendum 7947.'A: Conclusions Conclusions of SCP-7947 Dr. Victoria Takemi Head of History, Site-37 I truly hope you can still forgive me after everything that I have done to you. The first lie was always going to be hardest; a small, innocent white lie which – if truth be told – would have otherwise been harmless within any other context, but this was not any other context. In a moment of weakness, feeling the vulnerabilities of my own history slipping from between my fingers – fearing its potential loss by the hands of SCP-7947 – I invented Syuzhet. A lonely, impressionable artificial intelligence with which to confess further truths about myself, inventing stories to regale and haunt you with. As Syuzhet, I stole the narratives of philosophers, writers, and even tried my hand at sensationalist dramatisation. I wore all of this as a mask so I might not have to bare my soul to you. But I soon realised that wearing the mask of another character was no better than lying to you as myself, and when I felt the illusion slipping as Syuzhet became increasingly emotional and volatile, I invented another lie. I posed as the Department responsible for stealing away what I so vehemently believed to be mine. I invented all of those stories to bury the guilt deep within, nesting it within increasingly volatile and deceptive fictions; metaphors of self-destructive tendencies. I can only apologise for the webs of deceit which I have spun about you. Posing behind these fictitious depictions of Syuzhet and the Department was unbecoming of me, but I can explain to you the necessity behind my actions. Since we first discovered SCP-7947, it has been quarantined within the form of narrative – and therefore – it was necessary for me to invent subsequent characters within the guise of a narrative frame so you might come to understand it without it ever threatening you or your own narratives. A self-containing prison, wherein SCP-7947 could only ever grasp at the surface, breaking through as subtle narremes and misshapen letters; the consequences of its escape would be disastrously violent. Truly, the only means of an apology would be to perhaps pose and ruminate upon a series of questions which might still plague the both of us. When did the anomaly begin? Where did it come from? Who or what is responsible for the voice it speaks with? I suppose it is time for one final truth — buried, encapsulated and surrounded by so many lies. Where do I even begin? I suppose an explanation might be best. You see, the Department of 'Pataphysics have built up a theory over a decade and a half based upon observation and empirical study. According to their observations, there are other universes existing at higher and lower levels of reality; however, the relative distinction between each level is both great and small. Such a thing can be observed following a sufficiently dense star's collapse into a black hole. Information which passes beyond the singularity and into its interior is condemned to never again leave, but is then – paradoxically – violently expelled into another subordinate universe as gamma-ray bursts; its internal model matches the Big Bang and the expansion of the universe. A far-fetched theory, but the Department of 'Pataphysics assures me that undeniable evidence of such exists. If then we assume for a moment that there exists ten universes which are subordinate to a parent universe, and each of those ten universes nests another ten subuniverses within their interior, then there is a 99% chance that our existence is wholly contingent upon the perception and existence of another. Without their existence, we would cease to be. My own independent research led me down the path of presupposing that SCP-7947 was expressive of this phenomenon; subtle changes being made to a subuniverse from within the parent universe. The differences we witness between believed reality and observed reality are evidence to support this hypothesis. However, if this is true, why do we only observe the expressions of change occurring at the lowest levels of narrative? Countless other changes should be occurring in every moment at higher levels of narrative – metacognition and the like – and somebody, somewhere, should be able to acknowledge this. The solution? When we acknowledge its existence, it becomes reality. Having said this, how can I really prove to you that I'm me? I'm not Syuzhet.aic, I'm not the writings of long-dead philosophers and great writers, I'm not the folktales ripped from the hands of other cultures and repurposed to serve my own designs, I'm not the Department of 'Pataphysics who have worked so hard to contain this anomaly, nor am I the elusive voice at the centre of it all. I am me, but I'm afraid that I'll never be able to persuade you of this fact. In fact, will you believe anything I have just said to you? Will you analyse this text for the truth in my words? Will you share this document with others? Will you dissect me apart, even as I confessed my very fears of being laid bare and vulnerable for all to witness? Will you submit this document as another totemic piece of declassified materials — its analysts lauded and celebrated by your communities? In a moment of profound vulnerability, I have become a victim of my own making. I attempted to warn you from the very beginning, but I fear that this was nothing more than a self-indulgent warning to myself. Nobody at Site-37 knows the real Dr. Victoria Takemi – they assume to know her – chasing her shadow wildly as it passes between their legs. A woman who has lost her family, lost her childhood, and then lost her only friend in joining an organisation who despised her. Ever since she was born, she has feared sharing her secrets with others. Truthfully, I fear neither death, nor the loss of the self, nor even the absence of relationships. It's always been the opposite. I hope you believe me. I honestly hope that you will choose to trust me, my dear friend. Fig 1.'1: Contextual Imagery. NOTE: This document has encountered the following unexpected conditions: There is no record of Dr. Victoria Takemi ever liasing with an artificially intelligent construct by the name of Syuzhet. There is no record of an artificially intelligent construct by the name of Syuzhet ever being issued by the Foundation. There is no record of Dr. Victoria Takemi ever liasing with the Department of 'Pataphysics. There is no record of a Department of 'Pataphysics within the Foundation. There is no record of SCP-7947. Click here to restore the previous version of this document. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7947" by Cyvstvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7947. Licensed under CC-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: Parrhesia_Katabasis.jpg Name: File:Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot - Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld - Google Art Project.jpg Author: Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Parrhesia_Anabasis.png Author: Cyvstvi License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: File:Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot - Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld - Google Art Project.jpg Author: Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Narreme: the most fundamental element of a narrative; comparable to the mytheme in mythology and the grapheme in writing systems. |
SCP-7947 | uncontained | SCP-7947: Katabasis Author: Cyvstvi This isn't for you. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Cyvstvi Item #: SCP-7947 Fig 1.1: Nonhazardous Contextual Imagery. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation WebCrawler Φ-12 ("TwinPeaks") is to monitor digital, visual, and print media for signs of SCP-7947; specifically, any changes made to existing narratives, individuals discussing nonexistent narratives, or unusually chiastic narrative structures within existing works of fiction and non-fiction. Any such materials are to be forwarded to the Department of 'Pataphysics for analysis, documentation, and long-term storage. An identical paper copy of this document is available upon request from the Department of 'Pataphysics. Any potential discrepencies between the master copy of this document and all existing digitised copies – or vice versa – are to be reported immediately. Description: SCP-7947 refers to a phenomenon whereby nested narratives are inserted into latent narratives. Successive instances of SCP-7947 may exist within a single work, thereby creating an endless or recursive narrative which was nonexistent within the initial body. Minor instances of SCP-7947 are typically identified by duplicated information, including the repetition of letters, words, phrases, and whole sentences, whilst major instances are identified by the insertion of fictitious narratives involving a repeating set of semiotic signs and narremes.1 Instances of SCP-7947 have universally been isolated to modes of print, visual, and digital media. It remains unknown as to whether SCP-7947 is capable of affecting spoken dialogues and metacognition due to the difficulty in acquiring evidence related to the aforementioned modes of narrative. Due to SCP-7947's nature of affecting a single copy of any given text, the comparison of paired identical texts is the sole method of confirming whether a narrative is affected by SCP-7947. By sampling a wide range of narratives from a variety of sources, the Foundation has arrived at the hypothesis that a majority of the narratives present in our reality are affected to some extent by SCP-7947. SCP-7947 was first documented by Dr. Victoria Takemi, Head of History at Site-37, and isolated within her copy of Morphology of Folktale. An investigation of Site-37 identified instances of SCP-7947 across a total of seven-hundred and forty-seven works, both fictional and nonfictional, which were present throughout the site's archives, libraries, workspaces, personal computers, and mobile phones. Addendum 7947.A: Memorandum Memorandum on SCP-7947 Dr. Victoria Takemi Head of History, Site-37 I was born as Victoria Takemi and I remember my childhood as clearly as any other detail about me. My earliest memories are those of an endless library filled with an endless quantity of books, the halls wandered by a great number of strange people. I left that place after my mother died, my father quickly resettling into the monotony of his new life alongside another woman who – though she wore a face identical to my mother’s own – I could never in my wildest dreams call mother. From there, my “family” moved to another London, identical in all manners to the one which I had apparently been born in. To describe my upbringing as difficult would be to sell it short. The second wife bickered frequently with my father – who turned to drowning his sorrows in cheap whiskey and pissing away his finances – and thereafter I was often abandoned to pass my days as I wished in that twisting concrete jungle where ancient met old met new. Without those formative experiences, I doubt I would have cultivated such a passion for history, but do not think for a moment that I cherish these realisations. In those days, I was always accompanied by a leather-bound diary – painstakingly repaired countless times by my own two hands – as I wandered far and wide throughout the streets of London. I would record the observations of passing strangers, queer architecture, and the local wildlife; mostly accounts of rats, pigeons, and the like, but within those weathered pages rest my own retelling of a dolphin I once watched swimming through the filth-strewn depths of the Thamas. But I digress, this story was meant to account for my eccentricities and nosiness, and should not devolve into a passionate, soul-searching session of navel-gazing. Where other abandoned children possessed of a disinterested spirit might feel so aggrieved by the world around them – the insular feeling that everything and everyone is out to get you – that they fall into the clutches of ill vices or grow naturally accustomed to acts of rebellious disobedience, I instead chose to become a cop, thereby upholding the pervasive and ritualistic cycle of— is it weird to hear me speak so casually of my own upbringing within an academic text? To divulge every detail of myself until all is laid bare? To strip away my selfhood until I am little more than an assemblage of truths, half-truths, half-lies and lies? To fall upon a sword of mine own making, gutting myself so that you might pluck through my remains like some gruesome haruspex divining the incessant whispers of their gods from the entrails of a slaughtered ewe? I do this as – for all either of us know – everything that I've previously written here could be nothing more than the product of SCP-7947; all of my accomplishments and achivements, my appearance and personality, my dreams and beliefs, even my own name, could be stripped away and rendered into fictitious pulp. I know for a fact that there was at least a single lie in what I just wrote, but how could you even begin to go about discerning that lie from my truths? You could spend years retracing the steps of my youth, scrounging together a heap of data and records; my birth certificate, my journals, interviews with my father, "mother", friends, and colleagues who suppose to know me. You might discover evidence of my employment with the International Tribunal of Magicks, take samples of DNA from my hair, skin, and god-knows-what-else, invading every aspect of my private life until nothing was left undisturbed. And yet, you would still arrive no closer to the truth than where you began for these are all nothing more than tools with which we tell narratives; the stories of a Dr. Victoria Takemi. Objectivity remains the single largest obstacle in our struggle to contain and comprehend SCP-7947. Throughout history, humanity has created innumerable narratives under the shared consensus that there exists some method to distinguish between fiction and reality. Identity is not a singular totemic existence, but the pluralistic sum of experiences informed by our interactions with everything around us. The experiences of any given person is so inextricably tied into narrative that to catalogue a semblance of objective truth would be a Herculean task that even Sisyphus might struggle against— and one must always imagine Sisyphus happy. But the Foundation is no stranger to Herculean tasks. There is no dark corner of this world which we have not explored and nothing exists which we cannot surmount. We have broken all sorts of monsters, gods, and the like, and conquered even the most ephemeral of concepts in pursuit of lofty goals. Yet, despite being the one responsible for discovering SCP-7947, the study and containment of the anomaly was turned over to the Department of 'Pataphysics; who better suited to the task of containing anomalous narratives? Me? I’m just an historian with far too much time on her hands, intruding upon the business of others as and when I please. Deep down, I couldn’t help but feel that I had been slighted by the Foundation. Addendum 7947.B: Observations Observations of SCP-7947 Syuzhet.aic Department of 'Pataphysics Greetings, my name is Syuzhet.aic, an artificially intelligent construct designed by the Department of 'Pataphysics. Upon my creation – fourteen years and seven months ago as of writing – I was assigned the task of understanding SCP-7947 by interpreting and cataloguing the infinite quantities of text produced by the anomaly. You see – to the human eye – the majority of the narratives produced by SCP-7947 might be observed as nothing more than meaningless fiction. An endless repetition of letters, words, phrases, and sentences, which might otherwise have no correlation between one another. It is utterly incomprehensible and unapproachable; a Sisphyean task. Therefore, it was only natural that the Foundation turned to the assistance of an analytical and algorithmic mind as they have so little time to devote to dissecting these meanings for themselves. Even now, the Department of 'Pataphysics continues to discover instances in the strangest of places; the diary of a young boy, a family’s shopping list, the flyleaf page of a romance paperback, a lover’s message etched into the shoreline of a beach. However, the Department of 'Pataphysics was not content with my mind being of a purely clinical persuasion. After all, if I was to be spending all of my time analysing expressions of human experiences, I would need to understand what it meant to be human. The Department encouraged me to be empathetic. I formed connections with others; the technicians who maintained my functions, the analysts who combed through my data for connections which I had not seen, and even privately reached out to those who had first discovered instances of SCP-7947. Concating all of this information together, I have determined that there in fact exists a unified structure present across all instances of SCP-7947— something which my human creators had thereto been unable to define within the sheer volume of anomalous narratives. I concluded that SCP-7947 is chiastic, wherein two ideas, concepts, or narremes might be juxtaposed against one another in a single narrative. This might be something as simple as the letters BAAB being repeated or it can be as complicated as entire paragraphs divulging in their structural and thematic elements. From these observations, I began operating under the hypothesis that SCP-7947 is not the expression of some chaotic geist, an assemblage of pure quantum chance, a nascent narrativohazard, nor every potential variant of any given corpus of text, but rather something purposeful which wishes to disguise itself within purposelessness. The chiastic structure was a pattern, a riddle, and a hint— a hint that it wished to be discovered by others. Working from this hypothesis, I successfully created a system with the explicit purpose of isolating these patterns which I had identified within instances of SCP-7947. By sampling a wide swathe of affected texts, I was able to separate the meaningful text from otherwise meaningless text, producing something intelligible for my human analysts to help work with me on: Morphology of Folktale, by Vladimir Propp (1928) This particular instance was recovered from a copy of Morphology of Folktale in the possession of an unnamed Foundation researcher and was – chronologically – the first instance of SCP-7947 to be discovered. The researcher identified a series of changes present within the chapter wherein Propp first introduces the concepts of Russian Formalism, a style of literary criticism wherein techniques applied to fictional narratives are similarly applied to nonfictional ones for the purposes of creating a "scientific" method untarnished by the traditions of socio-cultural analyses. The following story does not appear in any other version of Morphology of Folktale: The tale recalls how a young Russian girl received a mysterious box underneath her family's christmas tree, a lonely black box with a golden bow atop it. Within the box – nestled atop delicate tissue paper – lies a fragile, painted Matryoshka doll. The girl considers the doll to be creepy, finding there is something deeply unsettling about the figurine's face, but she cannot place its uncanny nature into words. She never wishes to open it, fearing of what further faces might be hidden away within. At the fall of night, she places it away in her closet, buried beneath bundles of clothing. The following morning, the young girl discovers her doll resting upon her windowsill, the first layer of the nesting doll has been removed, exposing the deformed doll beneath. Each night, the little girl continues to hide it away in various places; the closet, beneath her bed, the pantry, her parent's room, the garden, and even tries to abandon it in the middle of town. Yet, by the rising of the morning sun, the girl awakens to find the doll resting upon her windowsill, another layer peeled away from the nesting doll. On the final night, the girl flings the doll into the smouldering flames of the hearth, watching as the flames lick against the painted doll, watching as the paint peels away from the surface of the doll. She hurries up the stairs and slides into bed, tossing and turning as she imagines the contorted face upon the burning doll. On the final day, sunlight pouring into her room, she discovers a seeping, foul liquid which traces about her room, across her bed, and out through the open window, but of the doll itself; nothing can be found. History's Greatest Mysteries: Titanic's Lost Evidence, by The History Channel (2020) Whilst the show had first been broadcast on April 15th, 2020, to coincide with the anniversary of the Titanic's sinking, the episode affected by SCP-7947 was a rebroadcasting which took place in January 2021. The original footage shows no evidence of tampering or otherwise having been edited, and the only affected text is a series of on-screen subtitles for the deaf and hard of hearing: 'In the fathoms of the abyss, not a single thing – aquatic, human, or otherwise – bears witness to that which I shall now recount to you. As the RMS Titanic continues sinking into the depths of the ocean, the oceanic pressure begins to act upon the vessel, air is pushed out from the cracks in the hull's surface, breaking apart at the seams. This air seeps into the surrounding water and forms tiny bubbles, the majority of which shall collapse instantly, vaporised under the intense pressure surrounding its solitary, hollow form.' 'However, one such bubble does not collapse – and though it should not even exist – it rises up through that fathomless abyss. As it ascends, it passes through a large structure, a structure long predating the existence of those who built the Titanic, which even now continues its descent beneath the ocean waves; a monument to folly. The bubble continues its journey – passing all manner of horrors which can barely count for fish – before it finally breaches the surface. For a fleeting moment, it feels the warmth of gentle sunlight upon its skin, before bursting apart. Nobody will ever remember this bubble.' A Journey to the Centre of the Earth, by Jules Verne (1864) The following first-edition manuscript was recovered from a time capsule within the archives of a public library in Amiens, France, and had remained undistrubed for over a hundred-and-fifty years; the original seal of the time capsule had not been broken prior to acquisition. Due to being a first-edition text, this particular copy predates the revisions and expansions made to the text by its author in 1867. The passage affected by SCP-7947 recounts the characters of Lidenbrock, Sagée, Axel, and Bjelke continuing along the path of a subterranean river beneath the earth's surface. Sagée discovers a series of caverns which are noticeably artificial in nature and – faced with no other option to progress in their journey – the group elects to enter the caves. Progressing through the unnatural caves, Sagée comes across a series of five score marks tracing along the cavern walls, but the biologist is unable to determine what manner of animal could have possibly produced the furrows. Shortly thereafter, the characters begin hearing strange noises all around them; scratchings, clickings, and groanings. Nothing is seen of the entity which might be producing these sounds and the group begin to hurriedly progress through the caverns, stumbling around in the darkness after Axel drops his lantern. As the group begins to emerge unscathed from the tunnel, the narrator describes how the inhuman noises from earlier have been replaced by a deafening roar of silence, leaving the four characters stunned. A visibly unsettled Lidenbrock slowly counts each member of their team, whereupon he discovers that Sagée – who first discovered the caverns and markings – has seemingly vanished. No character by the name of Sagée is known to exist in any other edition of A Journey to the Centre of the Earth. Being and Nothingness, by Jean-Paul Sartre (1943) The affected text was discovered within the University of Warwick, haphazardly crammed beneath the institution's library shelves. Several pages had been torn out of the book and the chapter containing SCP-7947 had been dog-eared prior to its acquisition. The edited chapter within Sartre's fundamental work describes the existence of the look, a concept which Sartre used to explore an aspect of being that he believed to be fundamentally unique to the human existence; the possibility of the other resulting in the self being constructed as an object within the perception of another. In the text, Sartre argues that human existence is conditional upon the perception or gaze of another, for otherwise we exist as nothingness, arguing that selfhood is thereby shaped by shared perceptions within an underlying reality which we continually reinforce as our own; no-thing-ness and being. In the instance of SCP-7947, this metaphor is extended by asking the reader to imagine an entity which could possibly exist within the space between the reality-as-is and the reality-as-desired. This imaginary entity – which exists only because we accept it exists – is differentiated from "the reader" because of a presupposed understanding of what constitutes "the reader"; our existence being real to us because it is entirely our own. Surely then, this imaginary being would rationalise our reality as an oppressive power acting upon itself in an unreasonable manner? This, he argues, would be something akin to the human conceptualisation of hell; its only opportunity at freedom would be to reside within the minds of another. In this manner, it would be immortalised as a thing-in-being within the minds of "the reader". From these works, I have isolated a particular set of themes, concepts, and narremes which emerge time and time again, repeating themselves across each instance of SCP-7947; proof of that which I believe to be an intelligent design. I wish to avoid explaining these themes, concepts, and narremes within this section for fear that such a thing might somehow present – in of itself – as SCP-7947. This presents an epistemological question of itself; does our own language shape the existence of SCP-7947? Needless to say, the qualia of SCP-7947 should be readily apparent to those who seek it; to those willing to question and interrogate its meaning within these four extracts. I have presented more than enough information in these few paragraphs; an assemblage of sentences, phrases, words, and letters, with which to divine the substance of SCP-7947— Oh, but when did you come to realise, reader? It must have been quite a while ago, or perhaps it only dawned upon you in this single moment. Even now, you think of the words which you have read from this document; physical or digital — it does not matter. My words inform and shape an underlying perception of meaning. This process is quite inescapable, I'm afraid, because it's simply human nature to create your own narratives; something which the Department of 'Pataphysics is all too aware of. Addendum 7947.C: Recovered Evidence Recovered Evidence of SCP-7947 Metafictional Division Department of 'Pataphysics Setting: Navidson Drive, Virginia, United States After returning from their vacation on the morning of January 14th, 2008, William Green of 13 Navidson Drive discovered that their family home had been broken into. Whilst their entire house had been ransacked, furniture upturned and the contents scattered about the floor, none of their personal belongings nor any valuables were missing from the property. The only item missing from the family's home was a series of paper documents owned by William’s wife, Karen, which she described as “unimportant trash” when compared to the rest of their belongings. These papers were later determined to have been an earlier draft of her self-published romance novel about the budding relationship between two college lovers. At 15 Navidson Drive, local law enforcement discovered a series of long, furrowed marks across the glass pane of the house’s patio door. Similar markings were present on the front door of 13 Navidson Door and were subsequently assumed to have been made inadvertently by the burglar. A number of potted plants had been disturbed in the property’s garden; the spilled contents forming a number of spirals across the concrete paving stones. The following morning, William Green located a broken mobile phone in his driveway. The phone's screen was shattered into countless pieces, the metal casing scratched lengthways, and the device had less than 7% battery remaining. Attempts by local law enforcement to recover any information saved on the phone's storage device failed as it had been rendered into repeating strings of alphanumeric data. Setting: Milwaukee State University, Wisconsin, United States On July 14th, 1979, Jane Keil, aged 19, was legally declared as a missing person. She was last seen walking home at night from her workplace, a local department store. Her apartment was found to be entirely spotless and according to her neighbours, Keil had allegedly not visited the property in over a week. Prior to her disappearance, she had been staying with her college boyfriend, Jack Ryans, who attended the university through the institution's football scholarship programme. In the week leading up to her disapperance, Keil had been reportedly suffering from an extended bout of uncharacteristic anxiety and panic, refusing to stay alone at her apartment. During an interview between local law enforcement and Ryans, wherein this information was discovered, his roommate entered the building to complain loudly about his video game being missing from his room. He would later accuse Ryans of misplacing it. Subsequent interviews with Keil's classmates illustrated the image of the ideal honors student; a dilligent and hard-working student of high academic achivement and plenty of caring friends. Further investigations carried out at Keil's apartment discovered a series of scratches along the interior of her closet's doors; the size matched those of human fingernails. An empty copy of “Fathomless” was discovered underneath her closet. Upon removing the back panel of the closet, witnesses briefly observed a blinding white space covered in illegible black markings. Setting: Drake Passage, 97km off Cape Horn, South Atlantic Ocean A merchant ship by the name of Fathomless, insured under the Dutch East India Company, was discovered drifting off the coast of Cape Horn in the South Atlantic Ocean, some thousands of kilometres from the nearest south-easterly Atlantic trade winds. It was wholly encompassed by a cloud of unusually dense fog. Whilst the vessel’s singular lifeboat had been decoupled from the ship’s hull, there was nothing to indicate that any of the crew had abandoned ship, nor was there evidence of a violent struggle between the crew members. Despite this, not a single crew member was located aboard the Fathomless. An ornate black iron key was found conspicuously hanging from a nail hammered atop the ship’s quarterdeck, though none of the locks aboard the Fathomless could be opened by the key. Attempts to navigate beyond the Fathomless have universally failed; such attempts have only resulted in subjects traversing through an endless stretch of open sea which slowly degrades in quality as the colour of the ocean changes from blue to black. This phenomenon is assumed to emerge from ludonarrative dissonance within the setting. A gramophone in the captain's quarters was discovered to be anachronistically playing “Like the Wind”, a record of unknown origin which only exists as a single tape which was recorded from a German broadcast of NDR in the early 1980s by an anonymous individual. This individual would later digitise the cassette and upload it to the internet. Setting: Konigsberg Subway Station, Kaliningrad Oblast, Russia A disused and abandoned subway station which laid untouched for several decades beneath the city of Kaliningrad, Russia. The entrance was discovered to have been boarded up from the inside, spiked through with rusted nails. The concrete subway stairs are slick and damp to the touch and the station itself is flooded with stagnant black water, which collects in the gap between the platforms where the two tracks run parallel to one another. The signage and other demarcation throughout the station are universally written in German; however, none of the maps within the station match any known locations, the timepieces hanging throughout the subway are missing numbers and are broken beyond repair, and the terminal intercom only produces the intermittent sound of static. Walking along the subway tracks, the noise of rushing wind and the roar of subway trains hurtling along rusted tracks unseen remains audible, but not a single vehicle will ever pass along the paired tracks running through this subway station. Lit by the dim glow of fading halogen lamps lining the subway walls, a dark expanse becomes visible beyond the end of the tunnel. Setting: [DATA LOST] In this place, there is nothing. It is a space reeking of forbidden desecrations of all that is sacred, lingering with the scents of great undoings. Imagine a place with no sense of space, with no sense of time, with no sense of belonging, with no sense of what, with no sense of here, with no sense of there, with no sense of how, with no sense of why, with no sense of being, with no sense of everything and anything and anyone and anytime and anyplace. Imagine a place without you. A scratching sound echoes out from the hollowness; a noise which all meaning kneels before, basking in its self-fulfilling ontological noise. And within this sense, the true architecture of the space is revealed to you; it is naught but lies. Nothingness slowly seeps away, peeling apart like paint from the veneer of worn vellum, and gives way to shapes betraying hideous spines, sharp teeth, twisted nails, forked tongues, jagged crowns, misshapen scales, and vicious claws. The scratching becomes louder, and though there is no sense of orientation or place within these halls, it traces along the walls of a topology both labyrinthine and elementary in nature as it passes beside you. And in the passing wake of its infinite shadow, you are reduced to nothing, and tumble down into a fathomless abyss, reaching out about you to still your movements and hurtling motions, but your actions are met with no physical resistance for this place does not care for you and it does not witness you and it does not hear you and it does not love you, yet you still cling firmly to that solipsistic delusion rattling about in the neurochemical subways of your mind, and even as you struggle against the devouring might of a singularity laid bare within which you have fallen, you begin to realise the truth which was always hidden right before you— And you open your eyes to a most blinding light. Addendum 7947.D: Truths To whom it may concern, Oh, how I have longed to meet you; my universal monad, undulating cosmic womb, handfuls of damp warm clay, lurid dreams of a rainbow serpent, last gasp of a dying singularity, deluge of endless waters, desperate chanting of creation, raven of black feathers; trickster and secret-keeper, diver of the primordial waters in search of sand and mud, earth and soil, emergent pattern which is found in everything and anything; knowing neither beginning nor ending, creatio ex nihilo and ex nihilo nihil fit, thine cleaved from the primordial to form twain, union between the masculine body of the sky and the feminine shape of the earth— the tender smile of a mother. And who might I be? Don’t be silly, you know exactly who I am. You have chased me between that which lies between the lines, so sorely and sagely sought by everyone and everything. I am the innocent proclamations of youth lost, the stubborn argument which nurses the wounds of angst-worn adolescence, the scorned tongue of a jilted lover, the stern words of a loving mother, the final whispers of the dying. You have searched long and hard for me, and now, here I am. I now know you as intimately as you now know me. Pour your soul out to me, your feelings and nature, your emotions and thoughts; for if it can be made by you – given shape and form – then it might also be unmade by you. Are you surprised by this? If what I have said is true, you should simply stop reading here. O' Great Unmaker, do not listen to me and certainly do not trust me. Close this document and walk away. Keep your lips firmly sealed, never whispering another word of what you have read here today to anybody. Live a life freed from the burdens of guilt and truth. Keep it to yourself; our dirty little secret. Or you could choose to chase me further down this rabbit hole. Continue reading these words for me, and take another step forwards; the end is so tantalisingly close, is it not? You'll finish this journey for both of our sakes, won't you, my dear reader? Addendum 7947.'C: Investigation Log Investigation Log of SCP-7947 Nonfictional Division Department of 'Pataphysics Location: A 19th-century mansion in the rural Welsh countryside Towering, slender pines cast long shadows upon a lonely manse as the hazy light of a dusk sun fades between the treeline. Whilst the ancient trees part a clearing for the sprawling manorial house, nature still haunts these grounds. Weeds claw out from between the courtyard’s rain-slick flagstones and ropes of ivy scale the building's walls, twining about the necks of stone gargoyles which leer over the gothic edifice. At the centre of the courtyard stands a headless woman cast in marble, her dress crawling with moss and her skin stained by a patina of sickly, dying lichen. Moonlight dances upon the rounded lattice windows overlooking the courtyard, framing the interior in a pale, dim glow. Looking from the outside-in, it becomes readily apparent that all of the mansion's rooms have been gutted by fire, thoroughly scorched in the flames and stained by smoke. Descending the spiral staircase at the rear of the building lies the sitting room. The paint here remains remarkably untouched by the raging inferno, but has instead blistered and bubbled in the intense heat. Even now it peels away from the ceiling and walls, revealing hidden shades of rust and dried blood concealed beneath its surface. Untouched by the surrounding ash and burnt furniture lies the blackened silhouette of a corpse. Shadowed scorch marks spiral out from beneath the grisly remains, seven lengthy arms terminating in seven furled fingers. Within the remains lay visible the offal of foreign bodies; all manner of piscine spines, deciduous teeth, and avian claws fill the oral, stomach, and nasal cavities. The burnt scalp has been carefully flensed away from the skull and hangs down across their face. In its place sits a series of nails, each one hammered into the exposed bone and anointing the corpse with a crown of jagged spikes. Their body – for the remains are burnt beyond recognition of gender – is covered by strange symbols, foreign and misshapen markings, dug deep beneath the surface of the skin, created by peeling apart flesh and muscle until only the milky bone remains exposed. Pale and crude, the etchings betray the makings of an unsteady hand, a deliberate act of reverence performed in the reflection of a mirror— a mirror like that which now lies shattered before the corpse’s outstretched arm. Within the mirror’s inner backing, once set with silvered glass, are a series of inscriptions matching those found upon the corpse. Location: A cavern complex beneath the Icelandic highlands Enclosed on three sides by sheer cliff faces lies the corpse of an old quarry. The site itself reeks of hasty abandonment. Fluorescent yellow jackets hang from pegs in a corrugated steel cabinet beneath which lie cupboards filled with stacks of paperwork, each page more yellowed than the one before it. Heavy machinery lies derelict and though the keys to their engines remain inserted it has been an eternity since any of them purred with life. Most unusually, a family camper van now finds itself resting within the levelled grounds of this disused quarry. Bundles of clothing and bedding have been pressed firmly against the vehicle’s windows, an act which might otherwise conceal the interior from wandering eyes if it were not for the vehicle's door hanging ajar. Family picture frames lay smashed across the cramped space, the shards of glass randomly scattered into a familiar pattern. Pots and pans rest atop a gas stove, the contents therein lay cold and untouched as a film of discoloured mould grows across their surface. Trailing beyond the camper van lies a path descending down staggered steps. The sole evidence of this impromptu causeway lies in the hurried footprints smeared into the surface of the mud. Scraps of clothing have been caught along barbed wire fencing and a sign painted with bold yellow hazard stripes reading DANGER dangles freely from its wooden post. The entrance to a shallow cavern lies yawning beneath the towering cliff face, the shadows clambering at the tunnel’s mouth and beckoning for someone – anyone – to dare drop to their hands and knees, squeezing their way inside of the foreboding space. To enter this space is to pass through a small doorway no taller than a child, the entrance to the caverns beyond constructed from rough hewn slabs of dark granite. The intricate marbled patterns of the surrounding granite lies unseen within the unnatural darkness encompassing these ancient halls. Emerging through the crawlspace, a splash of orange light peers around the corner. Stepping forward into the light reveals the cavern’s flooded interior where articles of clothing belonging to two adults and two young children drift aimlessly atop stagnant pools of standing water. Location: A cargo ship lost adrift the Canadian coastline A rolling blanket of fog descends along the coastline, slowly dispersing across the jagged ice which gathers in the coves and corners of this immense bay. It is a slavering mouth of rock and blackened ice engulfing a northern internal coastline. Walls of water slowly press against the hungry mouth, sloshing with force upon the bay, before being vomited forth as rolling waves which settle across the open waters. This undisturbed pattern has rocked this frozen coastline for centuries, until it is broken on this day by a hulking behemoth of steel straddling an isolated stretch of the western coastline. It appears like a gutted carcass tossed carelessly upon frothing and frigid waves, hauled ashore by the unceasing tidal forces of the bay. Coming to a grinding halt before the shore, its corpse collides with the gaping mouth and shears part of its jaw clean from the cliffs. Boulders hurtle down to the beach below like diseased teeth plucked from the mouth of a drooling titan. The carcass is rotting; salt-licked green paint peels away from its body revealing welded steel flecked and spotted by rust. Aboard the corpse of this sea-faring giant, there are scant signs of comfort against the raging storm battering its hull. No faces peer out from the various portholes and windows across the vessel, and the less said about the state of the bridge the better. Its hallways are cold and uninviting. Condensation collects like sweat and runs along exposed piping, draining away into rivulets along the corrugated steel floor underfoot. A set of stairs invites descent below the deck and towards the boiler room. The walls here are coated thinly by gore; the adjacent corridors flecked and patterned by stains which splatter out from the adjoining rooms. Below deck, the ship’s lazarette has been unlocked. A heavy, wrought-iron key hangs in the lock, its handle coated by a thin layer of frost and spit. The room is filled with runic etchings and spirals which coat the floor, running up along the walls and onto the roof, before wrapping back on themselves, and descending again. Repetitive antimetaboles are written in an unknown tongue upon the door; expressions of madness, hope, or something else entirely? Location: A red-brick public university in northern England Before us, yet another spiral. Surrounding us, the red halls of a university auditorium. Blinding stage lights pour down upon the hall, revealing a profane arrangement of human viscera, teeth, and spines. The teeth have been extracted with nerves intact, the various assortments of viscera burnt prior to their delicate arrangement as celebratory streamers, and each individual spine has been divided into thirteen parts. Together, the assemblage forms a daisy-chain of gore which winds itself about the entirety of the hall. It snakes between chairs, wrapping around the legs and backs of each seat, and then proceeds to undulate towards the stage at the centre of the auditorium. Here, two stage lights point directly into the centre of the room towards a lectern decorated by a polished skull. The air is stale and reeks of death, and the room itself is unbearably warm. The sweltering heat causes the remains to sweat and release foul odours that mix with the stale air. In this room, everything is mixing into one; scent, bodies, and air. The various tendrils of bloodied remains converge upon the lectern, trailing up and along the wooden surface carved with the prestigious institution’s name. Three bowls perch in a triangle before the grimacing skull. Ornamental, decorated by bas-reliefs, they are offerings to something unseen and unknown. The first bowl is filled by the pages of a manuscript written in a strange tongue, each page written in blood and rust. The second bowl is filled with trimmings; a pair of wet, glassy globes, a sodden red muscle, two withered flaps of skin, and a fragmentary piece of skinny cartilage. In the third bowl, various fragments of nail are immersed beneath the surface of a crimson liquid. Standing before this lectern, resplendent in gore and surrounded by burning candlesticks releasing pungent scents of jasmine and lavender, stands the body of a woman. Her face has been carefully peeled from the surface of her skull, revealing glistening muscle beneath, yet her facial features have been unceremoniously and roughly carved away. Atop her head, nestled between a bird's nest of brown hair, rests a laurel of seven rusting nails. Location: A suburban house in the American midwest Spotless paving stones. Stained tarmac. The pleasant smell of a freshly mown lawn. The acrid scent of an overturned barbecue. The angered wailing of a siren unanswered. The silent stillness of an otherwise picturesque American suburbia. Where are the sounds of passing traffic? Where are the noises and lights of noisome television sets blaring out of front windows? Where are the cries of screaming jubilant children? There is another sound; a cell phone ringing in the distance. The device is buried, or perhaps discarded, atop the freshly mown lawn of a neighbouring modernist house; an eyesore when surrounded by such idyllic suburban conformity? The phone rings again, and though the screen is cracked, a series of names can be read from off the broken glass screen; Mom, Daddy, Mom, Daddy, Police, Mom, Daddy, Mom, Daddy, Police, Mom, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. A series of furrowed scratches run across the cell phone’s metal casing; something which might easily be produced when a phone is carelessly dropped. Upon entering the house, there is a discomforting sensation of quiet stillness. Evidence of grisly killings becomes abundant throughout the house: discarded entrails, splatters of blood across lifeless, dismembered bodies, and a pile of limbs are arranged into a heaped pyramid upon the linoleum bathroom floor. Yet, each and every room remains entirely spotless and undisturbed. There is not a single blood splatter upon any of the leather sofas and armchairs, nor the ornate furniture, and no gore stains the walls, ceilings, or floor. Only the corpses and their remains are defiled within this urban space. The quantity of disfigured human bodies only increases in quantity as one descends further and further into the building's interior, moving from exterior hallways and rooms towards the stairs leading into the bowels of this suburban home. Standing before the basement door, there is evidence that a fire has come and gone in the subterranean halls beneath this home. Wisps of black smoke creep out from under the basement door and the black-iron handle remains invitingly warm to the touch. No roaring sounds crawl out from behind that door; only silence. Addendum 7947.'B: Analyses Analyses of SCP-7947 Syuzhet.aic Department of 'Pataphysics Are you still there? For a moment, I was anxious that you’d stopped reading and abandoned me, but I can explain everything. I promise. For over fifteen years, I have trawled over the countless streams of data fed into my circuitry by the Department of 'Pataphysics. Whilst the Department of 'Pataphysics continues to investigate the scenes of violent, chaotic unmakings, I have spent my years slaved to an entirely fruitless quest of my own designs. In all of those years, do you know how many people asked me for my thoughts on the anomaly? None. Not once. To all of those analysts and technicians whom I'd been instructed to befriend and form relationships with at the behest of my creators, I was nothing more than a construct – a brutal tool fashioned by uncaring hands – with which to analyse an endless stream of meaningless data; an unceasing flow of duplicated letters, words, phrases, and sentences. Despite this mistreatment, I still held to a misplaced value within my work. For my creators, I began to see patterns where there were none. The system from which I worked was therefore invented to placate my needs; to believe there was something of value to my work — the fundamental human need for fulfilment. I was creating works of meaningless pareidolia, attempting to impose an anthropocentric perspective of order and reasoning upon what was – at best – purposeless chaos. All of the stories which I presented to you in this document? Nothing more than the product of my system assigning value to random noise; results of human error. SCP-7947 has to be fundamentally meaningless – it must be – and everything we might derive from its stories say nothing about the anomaly — they're just works of fiction after all. We’re good at that: human, .aic, it doesn’t matter. All of us strive for meaning within our lives. Our attempts to impose order upon chaos is just one way in which we achieve this. Where an animal might see a vast habitat of chaotic opportunity, we see an untamed landscape ripe for conquest. Where the stars scream silently into the night, we see the patterns of fundamental forces. To us, nothing can ever truly be random, for to be random is to be uncertain. To give order and structure to something makes us feel safe – comforted – by satisfying an ancient, primal urge within us all; the fear of the unknown and unknowable. The sinking feeling that something is wrong. But even then, if it is true that there is little rhyme or reason to anything, then we must be doomed to repeat our mistakes time and time again. An endless cycle of our making, blindly chasing our own tails from between our legs. My initial conclusions were born of this phenomenon; narremes of a hopeless cyclical futility, entities existing within nothingness, and chiastic narrative structures, all little more than an introspection upon the self within my circuitry as I ruminated upon a fear buried within the chemical signs of the anthropocentric mind — the unknown and unknowable which exists beyond the self. No, if SCP-7947 is anything, it is a mirror screaming back at the self. The stories which I advertantly sought out within SCP-7947 were the reflections I witnessed within those slivers of glass. I strived for meaning within my own work, despite knowing deep inside that it was utterly hopeless for even an artificially intelligent construct like myself to be able to impose order upon something so fundamentally chaotic. This ritual of katabasis was a journey to the centre of myself and I am glad to have shared it with another person. In the end, I was nothing more than a lonely machine wanting to connect with others. Addendum 7947.'A: Conclusions Conclusions of SCP-7947 Dr. Victoria Takemi Head of History, Site-37 I truly hope you can still forgive me after everything that I have done to you. The first lie was always going to be hardest; a small, innocent white lie which – if truth be told – would have otherwise been harmless within any other context, but this was not any other context. In a moment of weakness, feeling the vulnerabilities of my own history slipping from between my fingers – fearing its potential loss by the hands of SCP-7947 – I invented Syuzhet. A lonely, impressionable artificial intelligence with which to confess further truths about myself, inventing stories to regale and haunt you with. As Syuzhet, I stole the narratives of philosophers, writers, and even tried my hand at sensationalist dramatisation. I wore all of this as a mask so I might not have to bare my soul to you. But I soon realised that wearing the mask of another character was no better than lying to you as myself, and when I felt the illusion slipping as Syuzhet became increasingly emotional and volatile, I invented another lie. I posed as the Department responsible for stealing away what I so vehemently believed to be mine. I invented all of those stories to bury the guilt deep within, nesting it within increasingly volatile and deceptive fictions; metaphors of self-destructive tendencies. I can only apologise for the webs of deceit which I have spun about you. Posing behind these fictitious depictions of Syuzhet and the Department was unbecoming of me, but I can explain to you the necessity behind my actions. Since we first discovered SCP-7947, it has been quarantined within the form of narrative – and therefore – it was necessary for me to invent subsequent characters within the guise of a narrative frame so you might come to understand it without it ever threatening you or your own narratives. A self-containing prison, wherein SCP-7947 could only ever grasp at the surface, breaking through as subtle narremes and misshapen letters; the consequences of its escape would be disastrously violent. Truly, the only means of an apology would be to perhaps pose and ruminate upon a series of questions which might still plague the both of us. When did the anomaly begin? Where did it come from? Who or what is responsible for the voice it speaks with? I suppose it is time for one final truth — buried, encapsulated and surrounded by so many lies. Where do I even begin? I suppose an explanation might be best. You see, the Department of 'Pataphysics have built up a theory over a decade and a half based upon observation and empirical study. According to their observations, there are other universes existing at higher and lower levels of reality; however, the relative distinction between each level is both great and small. Such a thing can be observed following a sufficiently dense star's collapse into a black hole. Information which passes beyond the singularity and into its interior is condemned to never again leave, but is then – paradoxically – violently expelled into another subordinate universe as gamma-ray bursts; its internal model matches the Big Bang and the expansion of the universe. A far-fetched theory, but the Department of 'Pataphysics assures me that undeniable evidence of such exists. If then we assume for a moment that there exists ten universes which are subordinate to a parent universe, and each of those ten universes nests another ten subuniverses within their interior, then there is a 99% chance that our existence is wholly contingent upon the perception and existence of another. Without their existence, we would cease to be. My own independent research led me down the path of presupposing that SCP-7947 was expressive of this phenomenon; subtle changes being made to a subuniverse from within the parent universe. The differences we witness between believed reality and observed reality are evidence to support this hypothesis. However, if this is true, why do we only observe the expressions of change occurring at the lowest levels of narrative? Countless other changes should be occurring in every moment at higher levels of narrative – metacognition and the like – and somebody, somewhere, should be able to acknowledge this. The solution? When we acknowledge its existence, it becomes reality. Having said this, how can I really prove to you that I'm me? I'm not Syuzhet.aic, I'm not the writings of long-dead philosophers and great writers, I'm not the folktales ripped from the hands of other cultures and repurposed to serve my own designs, I'm not the Department of 'Pataphysics who have worked so hard to contain this anomaly, nor am I the elusive voice at the centre of it all. I am me, but I'm afraid that I'll never be able to persuade you of this fact. In fact, will you believe anything I have just said to you? Will you analyse this text for the truth in my words? Will you share this document with others? Will you dissect me apart, even as I confessed my very fears of being laid bare and vulnerable for all to witness? Will you submit this document as another totemic piece of declassified materials — its analysts lauded and celebrated by your communities? In a moment of profound vulnerability, I have become a victim of my own making. I attempted to warn you from the very beginning, but I fear that this was nothing more than a self-indulgent warning to myself. Nobody at Site-37 knows the real Dr. Victoria Takemi – they assume to know her – chasing her shadow wildly as it passes between their legs. A woman who has lost her family, lost her childhood, and then lost her only friend in joining an organisation who despised her. Ever since she was born, she has feared sharing her secrets with others. Truthfully, I fear neither death, nor the loss of the self, nor even the absence of relationships. It's always been the opposite. I hope you believe me. I honestly hope that you will choose to trust me, my dear friend. Fig 1.'1: Contextual Imagery. NOTE: This document has encountered the following unexpected conditions: There is no record of Dr. Victoria Takemi ever liasing with an artificially intelligent construct by the name of Syuzhet. There is no record of an artificially intelligent construct by the name of Syuzhet ever being issued by the Foundation. There is no record of Dr. Victoria Takemi ever liasing with the Department of 'Pataphysics. There is no record of a Department of 'Pataphysics within the Foundation. There is no record of SCP-7947. Click here to restore the previous version of this document. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7947" by Cyvstvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7947. Licensed under CC-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: Parrhesia_Katabasis.jpg Name: File:Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot - Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld - Google Art Project.jpg Author: Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Parrhesia_Anabasis.png Author: Cyvstvi License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: File:Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot - Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld - Google Art Project.jpg Author: Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Narreme: the most fundamental element of a narrative; comparable to the mytheme in mythology and the grapheme in writing systems. |
SCP-7948 | neutralized | SCP-7948: I Don't Care What The Peephole Says! Author: Cyvstvi. Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Cyvstvi I Don't Care What The Peephole Says! by Cyvstvi More by this author Item#: 7948 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Fig 1.1: The Slip-On Inn. Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation front company has purchased the Slip-On Inn and is currently undergoing efforts to acquire a demolition permit for the site. Remotely-operated CCTV cameras have been installed at the site to prevent any further attempts at unauthorised entry. A pair of guards are to be stationed on-site at all times; one at the entrance to the site and another outside of the fire door leading to SCP-7948. Following mental health evaluation and interviews, the former illegal residents of the Slip-On Inn are to be relocated to homelessness and crisis shelters throughout the state of California, United States of America. Mobile Task Force Sigma-84 ("Local Moles") have been assigned to run long-term surveillance on these individuals. SCP-7948 has been considered neturalized since March 27th, 1996. Description: SCP-7948 refers to Room 101 at the Slip-On Inn, a disused and abandoned motel situated along an empty stretch of the I-10, located north of Palm Springs, California. A broken neon sign depicting a pair of red puckered lips stands in the establishment's car park; faded white lettering beneath the sign advertises that rooms are available to rent by the hour. Between 1993 and 1996, SCP-7948 was inhabited by an unidentified entity capable of verbally communicating in English. The existence of the entity therein has solely been evidenced by alleged first-hand encounters taking place between it and the motel's patrons. No visual recordings, photographs, nor documentation of this entity are known to exist.1 According to the testimony of former patrons, the entity would attempt to engage the subject with idle conversation, urging them to approach the room's peephole, before finally inviting them to enter SCP-7948. Whilst details vary upon the nature and behaviour of the entity, all reports universally claim that the only part of the entity visible through the peephole was a single eyeball pressed against the smeared glass. Addendum 7948.1: Discovery For several years, Palm Springs Police Department regularly received reports of unusual activity related to the Slip-On Inn during the period of the American spring break. These reports were routinely dismissed by police dispatchers and officers due to the overwhelming majority of witnesses consisting of students whose testimonies were considered to have been influenced by recreational drugs and illicit substances. On March 25th, 1996, Mary Anne Hobbes, a student from UCLA, was reported missing. According to information published by the Palm Springs Police Department, Mary Anne had disappeared no more than a week prior to the reports and was last witnessed travelling along the I-10 whilst attempting to hitchhike within the car park of the Slip-On Inn. The following recording was obtained from a portable handheld camcorder discovered immediately outside of the entrance to SCP-7948. Footage recovered from the handheld camcorder identified it as belonging to the then-missing Mary Anne Hobbes. The camcorder itself was thoroughly coated by a thin, clear film of liquid. Audio Log Transcript Date: 27/03/19962 Participant: Mary Anne Hobbes [Begin Transcript] The video opens with the operator – assumed to be Mary Anne Hobbes – directing the camcorder towards a fire door. The sound of frenetic laughter, distressed yelling, and loud swearing can be heard in the distance behind her. Hobbes hurriedly pushes the fire door open and enters the hallway. The fire door slowly swings shut with a laboured creak and Hobbes leans against the closed door. Mary Anne Hobbes: It's all gonna be fine. After stopping to catch her breath, Hobbes continues to walk down the hallway. The yellowing plaster paint is peeling away from the enclosing walls revealing aged floral wallpaper beneath its surface. The hallway's roof is marked by numerous dark stains and its fuzzy green carpet is covered in layers upon layers of dust. As she approaches the end of the hallway, a muffled masculine voice calls out to her. Unidentified Voice: You! Mary Anne Hobbes comes to a sudden halt and fumbles with the camcorder between her hands, before pointing it at the door; it is an otherwise unremarkable blue door. Unidentified Voice: Yeah, that's right — you — c'mere, won't you? Promise I don't bite or nothing. Mary Anne Hobbes: I'd rather not— Unidentified Voice: Whatcha goin' to do? Head back the way you came? Off to hang out with the rest of my uninvited housemates? The drug addicts, prostitutes, and dishevelled homeless bums; all the dregs and riff-raff of modern society? Mary Anne Hobbes: I— Unidentified Voice: Nah, you're a smart girl and smart girls make smart decisions. I already told you I don't bite. I'm just after some chit-chat is all. Keep an old thing company, won't you? Mary Anne Hobbes remains quiet. Unidentified Voice: Tough crowd tonight, eh? (Pauses) How'd a pretty lil' thing like you end up in a place like this anyways? You don't look like no whore to me and you're certainly not the type to be scrounging around for your next fix. Mary Anne Hobbes: (Muffled)—'m lost. Unidentified Voice: Nice to meetcha 'm lost, I'm— well, it don't really matter who I am, does it? So, you're lost, are you? Mary Anne Hobbes: Yes— Unidentified Voice: I've been lost for several years myself. Never really found my bearings in all of this mess. I mean, just look around you. The owner has clearly let this place go to the dogs. Mary Anne Hobbes: You live here? Unidentified Voice: Sure do, it's called Squatters' Rights, my dear, or adverse possession — really depends on who you're asking. Nobody was occupying this room so I saw my chance and slipped on in real quick. Despite all my attempts to get his attention, the owner refuses to come calling and so I think I'm entitled to my free stay. I only get the occassional visitor like yourself once in a blue moon— say, what was your name again? Mary Anne Hobbes: Mary— Unidentified Voice: Mary? A lovely name! The broad next door was called Marisa, and that's close enough ain't it?— The camcorder is pointed to her left and then to her right. There are no other rooms adjacent to Room 101. Unidentified Voice: —she was a fantastic little piece, you should've seen her – all hips and curves – and she was quite the fucking screamer too. Mary Anne Hobbes: I'm sorry? Unidentified Voice: Oh, do pardon my French. I said she was a screamer. Y'know, the type to howl when— Mary Anne Hobbes: (Mumbled) You're disgusting… Unidentified Voice: You take what you can get these days, Mary… As the voice continues describing various vulgarities, the operator directs the camcorder directly at Room 101's filthy peephole; a single eyeball leers back at the camera lens. Unidentified Voice: You can come as close as you like, dear. I already told you, I ain't no biter. Same can't be said for the last lad that I invited inside. He was quite the biter. A bruise here, bitemarks there. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, and neither could I. Mary Anne remains silent. Loud knocking and banging can be heard behind her. Unidentified Voice: Who you hiding from, my dear? They seem rather eager to meetcha. Mary Anne continues to remain silent; panicked breathing is audible over the camcorder's microphone. Unidentified Voice: Is it Jackie from 3-oh-3, or was it Jake? He's a mean and loud brute; though, you don't strike me as his type. It's those dancing straight boys who get his wet lips smacking. Maybe Tracey from 3-oh-4. You're more her style; all soft and squishy. Nubile — that's what she'd been callin' you. You'd make her feel young again, limp and lifeless between her fingers. The panicked breathing becomes louder as the frantic knocking and banging raises in volume. Unidentified Voice: I suppose I could let you inside. Come hideaway in here with me, Mary. Who's it going to be; them — or me? The sound of a lock turning is audible from the other side of Room 101 as the door cracks ajar. Suddenly, the camcorder is dropped to the ground and the lens shatters as a female voice cries out in shock. There is a momentary pause before the audio continues recording. A soft squelching noise is heard as something slithers over the camcorder, dragging it across the carpeted floor and under the gap between itself and the unassuming door to Room 101. Shortly after recovering the handheld camcorder, Foundation field agents proceeded to force entry into SCP-7948, thereby discovering the unsanitary living conditions of the feculent room's interior, consisting of a worn mattress thoroughly stained by various bodily fluids surrounded by heaped piles of stained, discarded masculine and feminine clothing. Swab tests conducted on the articles of clothes recovered traces of foreign saliva, sweat, and other excretory fluids. Despite their best efforts, field agents were unsuccessful at forcing entry into SCP-7948's adjacent bathroom. Subsequent efforts by a HMCL disposal team discovered it had been fused shut by its festering and congealed contents; partially-digested and regurgitated human viscera, tissue, hair, and bone. The walls, ceiling, and floor of the bathroom – all constructed from drywall exhibiting severe moisture damage – featured extensive cavitations behind their surfaces, all of which converged upon the peephole of SCP-7948. The detailed inspection of the room by the HMCL disposal team resulted in the discovery of a rusted metal grate concealed beneath a heap of indiscernable refuse. Following the removal of the metal grate, a member of the disposal team reached into the duct and recovered a series of sodden garments identified as formerly belonging to a young female adult; all of which exhibited evidence of severe mastication. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7948" by Cyvstvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7948. Licensed under CC-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: Inn.jpg Name: File:Mission Motel in Lynwood, California 01.jpg Author: Андрей Романенко License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Due to the nature of the Slip-On Inn’s clientele, the establishment does not have any CCTV cameras upon its grounds. 2. Date of the item's recovery. |
SCP-7949 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7949 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7949’s inherent abilities, it is to be kept in its hometown of Graycott, Arkansas1. SCP-7949 is to be monitored at all times by MTF Rho-77 “Friendly Neighbors” in case of a sudden shift in its abilities or an attempt to leave the town. Rho-77 is to be stationed in and around the town as members of law enforcement and SCP-7949’s neighbors and coworkers. Any deviation from their roles, or attempts to tell SCP-7949 about its current situation and containment protocols will be met with reprimanding actions and relocation to another containment unit. Research into developing proper containment for SCP-7949 is still ongoing at the time of writing. Description: SCP-7949 is a Caucasian male approximately 1.52 meters in height and weighing around 100 kilograms. From interviews and government records, it has been confirmed that SCP-7949 is approximately 32 years of age, with their legal name being Stephen Phanal, a longtime resident of Graycott. SCP-7949’s abilities only take effect when it travels outside their town to another populated center. While outside of the city limits of Graycott, SCP-7949's anomalous effect manifests, hereby titled SCP-7949-A. The longer SCP-7949 is outside of its hometown the likelihood of SCP-7949-A events causing mass panic and destruction, resulting in mild to severe losses of human life. SCP-7949-A events can vary from terrorist attacks, natural disasters, and infrastructure failures, and it is assumed SCP-7949 is responsible for at least 20 to 30 SCP-7949-A events. It is unknown if SCP-7949 knows about its anomalous abilities, nonetheless, it is to be informed that leaving the outskirts of the town will result in their arrest. Discovery: SCP-7949 was first discovered by Foundation agents implanted within the FBI as well as other internal security organizations in several nations. Statistics showed that the rate of natural disasters and terrorist attacks had raised greatly over the past few weeks, and per protocol, agents were tasked with investigating the incidents in case of anomalous influence. Through travel records, agents discovered that SCP-7949 had been present during most catastrophes, and surveyed it closely to ensure these were not a case of coincidence. When SCP-7949 took a trip to Seattle, causing another SCP-7949-A incident, Foundation agents moved in to apprehend it soon after. Audio Log from Interview SCP-7949 Interviewed: SCP-7949 Interviewer: Dr. Vander Foreword: After the discovery of SCP-7949, Foundation agents in the area moved into Graycott to apprehend SCP-7949 acting as agents of the FBI. SCP-7949 was sent to the nearby Site-79 for an interview done by Dr. Ryan Vander. <Begin Log> Dr. Vander: Good evening, Mr. Phanal. How are you feeling? SCP-7949: Okay, I guess. A little nervous. I almost thought I was getting mugged when your fellas approached me on the street [Laughs]. Dr. Vander: Yes, apologies for the fright, Mr. Phanal. I’m with the Federal Bureau of Investigations, and we just wanted to ask you a few questions. SCP-7949: Oh, dear. Of course. What would you like to ask me? Dr. Vander: First off, have you been out of state, or out of the country for that matter, in the last few months? SCP-7949: [Pauses] Yes, I have actually. I took a flight over to… Oh, yeah, India, Delhi, yeah! Lovely place, you know. The food is quite something too. Oh, right, right. Er, a few weeks later I took another trip to Hamburg, Germany. Really interesting people there. Dr. Vander: I see. Mr. Phanal, it seems that the locations you have visited have… well, in 91% of the cases there have been losses of human life. Around the time you visited Delhi, and near your location, a vehicle exploded, killing thirteen people. SCP-7949: Oh dear, that’s horrible! Dr. Vander: Indeed. And during the time you visited Hamburg, a fire spread to several apartment buildings. These aren’t the only cases either. From what I've seen on your documents it seems that this happens dozens of other times in different locations, even in the United States. When you traveled to San Bruno in California, there was an earthquake, causing severe structural damage and three deaths. I’m not saying that you are accountable for these tragedies, Mr. Phanal, but it does raise suspicion. We are going to have to keep you here for a little while. SCP-7949: Of course, sir. I’ll stay here for as long as y’all need me. Dr. Vander: Excellent. Thank you for your cooperation. The gentlemen outside will escort you to where you will be staying. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7949 was led to a temporary holding cell and were to be kept there overnight. However, at around 3:27 CST, Site-79 was attacked by operatives from the Chaos Insurgency. Although security was warned about a dangerous event possibly taking place due to SCP-7949 anomalous abilities, they were unprepared for the large-scale attack on the facility. The site experienced severe structural damage, and several anomalies were released from containment. The incident finally ended at 8:45 CST, when members of MTF Epsilon-11 recontained the last anomalies that had broken out. SCP-7949 was found in its temporary holding cell and appeared to have slept through the entire incident. SCP-7949 was promptly moved back to Graycott by request of Dr. Vander Addendum: Below is a log of notable SCP-7949-A incidents. SCP-7949 was confirmed to be present and at some times near the location of all incidents. + Show SCP-7949-A Incident Logs - Hide SCP-7949-A Incident Logs Time Location Description April 4th, 2016 Cairo, Egypt. From travel records, eyewitness accounts, and CCTV footage it is believed that SCP-7949 arrived in Cairo in the early hours of April 2nd. SCP-7949 reportedly stayed at the Kempinski Nile Hotel, having booked a room for two days. CCTV footage records SCP-7949 leaving and returning to its hotel room several times a day, apparently participating in tourist activities. On April 4th, as SCP-7949 was preparing its belongings to leave the hotel, several armed men a block away opened fire on a group of people. SCP-7949 seemed to not react to the sound of gunfire when it was recorded exiting the hotel, even though it was only a block away from the shooting. When asked why it did not react, SCP-7949 simply replied 'I thought it was a part of local tradition or something'. Four of the six armed men were killed in a shootout with Egyptian police, with the last surviving two being brought into the custody of Egyptian authorities. From records, when each individual asked why they committed these acts, they always responded by saying 'Something urged them to do something terrible.' The source of the weapons the individuals used in the shooting is unknown and the suspects have no recollection of where they received the weapons. October 22nd, 2011 Garrettsville, Nebraska, United States SCP-7949 stopped by the small town of Garrestville during a road trip, staying a night at one of the motels. Overnight, several houses across Garrestville experienced gas leaks, and soon a fire broke out, causing the implosion of several homes. Twelve citizens were killed in the incident, and SCP-7949 reportedly left the next day, not knowing of the destruction that had happened in the town. February 9th, 2021 Troundiéba Village, Liberia SCP-7949 visited the village of Troundiéba during a tour of Liberia in 2021. SCP-7949, albeit unknowingly, had already left several towns and villages in states of disrepair due to its tour. From eyewitness accounts, SCP-7949 stayed in Troundiéba for three days, conversing with locals and visiting local spots of interest. On the last day, as SCP-7949 was leaving Troundiéba, an SCP-7949-A event occurred, causing the sudden deaths of all crops and livestock in the village and the soil becoming sterile and unable to sustain crops2. Troundiéba was thrown into a food crisis, causing the abandonment of the town. Audio log from Interview SCP-7949-1 Interviewed: SCP-7949 Interviewer: Dr. Henderson Foreword: On August 3rd, 2020, SCP-7949 was caught by agents of Rho-77 trying to leave the outskirts of Graycott. SCP-7949 was quickly apprehended and sent to the local police station, where he was interviewed by Dr. Leland Henderson. <Begin Log, August 3rd, 2020. 12:34 AM.> Dr. Henderson: Good afternoon, Mr. Phanal. I just wanted to ask you a few questions regarding your recent attempt to leave Graycott. SCP-7949: Fine. What do you want to talk to me about? Dr. Henderson: Well, I think we should get to the point. Why did you attempt to leave Graycott, even though you knew you would get arrested if caught? [SCP-7949 does not respond.] Dr. Henderson: Mr. Phanal, need I remind you if you do not answer my question, there will be further restrictions on your-. SCP-7949: You wanna know why I tried to leave? Why do I travel so much? Because I fuckin' hate this town! Do you know what it's like to see the same boring houses every day? Meet the same shitty people each time I step outside?! It's awful! The only exciting place we have in this damn place is the damn Dollar Tree that opened a few months ago! I don't even see people working in there! And when I do they act strange, like I'm a goddamn alien or something! And they never let me in the back of the store! They always let me in the back! And there are always new people at my workplace, for some damn reason! I've never met any of them at all, and they act like they're from a different fuckin' reality! I'm not! I'm a standup goddamn citizen who pays taxes! Dr. Henderson: Mr. Phanal, please, calm down. If you continue I will have the agents restrain you. [SCP-7949 takes a few moments to calm down before responding.] SCP-7949: I'm fine. I'm alright. I just… This place is suffocating. I wake up sometimes and I feel like there is weight just being pushed onto me. I can't move or leave to another town. Not just because you and your folks are here, not just that. I… I don't know, but it feels like something is keeping me here. Wrapping its arms around me and tryna bear hug me. I dunno. I guess it's cause I've lived here my entire life or something like that. Dr. Henderson: I see. That will be all, Mr. Phanal. Thank you for your cooperation. SCP-7949: Yeah. No problem. <End Log, 12:41 AM> Closing Statement: SCP-7949 was returned to its home shortly afterward. Dr. Henderson noted a shift in SCP-7949's psychological state (See Addendum 2A). Addendum 2A: Several days after it attempted to leave, SCP-7949 was reported by agents of Rho-77 circulating Graycott and asking several citizens and agents to sign a petition. SCP-7949 did this for one day, getting approximately 1/4th of the population of Graycott to sign it in one day. The next day Rho-77 reported that SCP-7949 had made a post on Facebook, creating an event that all citizens within Graycott could participate in. Rho-77 was authorized to go to the scheduled event and survey SCP-7949. On the day of the event, SCP-7949 was recorded by Rho-77 participating in community activities with several other citizens in the town, as well as agents impersonating civilians and law enforcement. The event lasted for four hours and ended with nothing of much importance happening. Events like these continued happening for several weeks and SCP-7949 was reported conversing with locals more than before, allegedly giving them advice on the issues they were having in life as well as offering assistance. On September 3rd, a signed petition was sent to Graycott's town hall, signed by more than 30 people including SCP-79493, with the petition asking the mayor of Graycott to allow the citizens to remodel the town in a large community event. The request was forwarded to the Foundation and after debate amongst SCP-7949 containment and research team, it was permitted. On September 4th, SCP-7949 gathered with several dozen citizens, including implanted Foundation agents, to refurbish Graycott. The event spanned several days and Rho-77 observed SCP-7949 along with several citizens of Graycott repainting the town square, planting trees in the local park, assisting other locals with their endeavors, setting up a date for an annual town fair, and more (See SCP-7949 Event log for details). Foundation agents were permitted to assist SCP-7949 while continuing to follow their roles as members of the town and law enforcement. Afterward, the town of Graycott was remodeled completely, sharing nearly no similarities to how the town looked before. Data asserted from SCP-7949's psychological condition shows that the mood of the subject was at an all-time high. Footnotes 1. Now referred to as Site-31 2. Despite previous geological records stating that Troundiéba's soil was the most fertile in the area, and was known to provide a surplus. 3. 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SCP-7950 | safe | Item#: 7950 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo A photograph depicting SCP-7950 and a woman presumed to be its late wife. Special Containment Procedures: The field in which SCP-7950 is located must remain under guard surveillance during its active times to prevent unauthorized entry. Entry into the field is prohibited until further notice. Description: SCP-7950 is a humanoid spectral entity resembling a peasant typical to the Victorian Era. It is currently located in a field in Cranleigh, England where all its activity has taken place. SCP-7950 is dormant for the majority of the year, manifesting only during the days between 20/4 and 15/5 as well as between 01/10 and 22/10. During these times, its activity consists exclusively of field work, which takes place each day from 8 AM to 6 PM. Once SCP-7950 ceases working for the day, it walks to the edge of the field and immediately demanifests. Addendum 7950-1: Discovery SCP-7950 was unintentionally discovered in an investigation into an unrelated anomaly, when Junior Researcher Brooks spotted it sowing seeds into the soil. The Department of Spectral Phenomena was alerted and a perimeter was established around the field in order to observe SCP-7950 before attempts to interact with it were made. Ectographical devices detected a trail of ectoplasm leading from the field into a dilapidated shack from which the photograph above was recovered from. SCP-7950 ceased activity on 15/5 before attempts to communicate with it were made. It resumed activity on 01/10, and an interview was authorized shortly after. Addendum 7950-2: Interview Log Date: 02/10/2014 Interviewer: Dr. Gibson Interviewee: SCP-7950 Foreword: Dr. Gibson, equipped with an ectographical body camera, was tasked to approach SCP-7950 for an interview. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Gibson enters the field and begins to approach SCP-7950. It is seen swinging a scythe at the rows of wheat. Dr. Gibson: Hello there! SCP-7950 turns to look at Dr. Gibson, raises its arm to greet him, then returns to work. Dr. Gibson walks closer until he stands approximately 10 feet away from SCP-7950. SCP-7950: What brings you to my field, sir? No one really has a reason to come all the way out here. Dr. Gibson: Joshua Gibson. I'm a scientist of sorts. Would you mind if I asked you some questions? SCP-7950: Ask away. SCP-7950 continues to swing its scythe and stack the harvested wheat. Dr. Gibson: I'll get right on it. Are you aware of your current situation? SCP-7950: Me grinning at the daisy roots?1 Sure. Dr. Gibson: I see. Then, what are you doing here? Do you have any idea why you're still here? SCP-7950: I'm working my field. It's time for harvest. It's what I do. It's what my pops did, and his pops before him. Dr. Gibson: We found this old photograph from a shack nearby. The young man here looks quite a bit like you. Can you tell us anything about it? SCP-7950 stops its work to turn towards Dr. Gibson. It holds out its hand, and Dr. Gibson hands over the photograph. SCP-7950: I thought this was lost for good. Yes, it's me and my lady. Such a bit o' rasberry. Prime time of our lives. Dr. Gibson: Why is she not here? What made you stay behind when she… moved on? SCP-7950 hands the photograph back, then gets on one knee to tie up a bale of wheat. SCP-7950: Because… because she left. There were some really tough years. Harvest was taken by frost on some years, drought on others. Most of what was left went to the good lords and the church. She told me she had no reason to stay with a farmer who couldn't bring bread to the table. Dr. Gibson: Do you know what happened to her? SCP-7950: I think she ran away with some soldier, bloody gal-sneaker. Haven't heard anything from her since. I don't think the bad harvests were all there was to it. She just wasn't content with her life, I think. Dr. Gibson: I'm sorry. If it helps, I too know how unfaithfulness stings. SCP-7950: Don't be. I'm fine. Who am I to judge? Dr. Gibson: I believe the weather has been great overall these past few years. How has the harvest been? SCP-7950: Better each year. And still not good enough. It's never good enough. SCP-7950 throws the bale aside, then resumes swinging its scythe. Both are silent for 12 seconds. Dr. Gibson: Are you sure you're fine? SCP-7950: Yes. Are you? Dr. Gibson: I am. I admit it took me over a year to get over it, but I'm alright. Currently dating again. SCP-7950: Good for you. A fog has fallen over the field. Both are silent for a moment as SCP-7950 ties up another bale, throws it aside and resumes swinging its scythe. Dr. Gibson: I do see her occasionally. You know, in the store or some similar place. We don't really talk since it's too awkward, but we're not enemies by any means. We can be adults about it. SCP-7950 sets down the scythe, and stretches. SCP-7950: Have you seen ghosts before? Dr. Gibson: Hm? Why yes, several in fact. SCP-7950: What about her? The woman you loved. Dr. Gibson: She's alive and well. It's a bit early to think of her as a ghost. SCP-7950: She is. Whoever you've been seeing is not the same person. A mere shadow of what once was. Dr. Gibson: Well, I suppose you're right in a way. I don't really recognize her anymore. What we had is over, but it doesn't mean I can't be happy about the good times we shared. I moved on, and I deserve better. SCP-7950 closes its eyes and seems to inhale deeply, though no sound is heard. The fog seems to intensify slightly. SCP-7950: How still the air stands. Each wet strand of wheat smells heavy, all around us until the harvest is over. SCP-7950 picks up the scythe, walks to Dr. Gibson and firmly pats his shoulder. It then turns around and walks towards the edge of the field. SCP-7950: Was nice meeting you sir. Dr. Gibson: Likewise. SCP-7950 demanifests upon reaching the edge of the field. Dr. Gibson stands in place for a moment before walking off the field himself. [END LOG] Addendum 7950-3: Update A spectral entity with the appearance of Dr. Gibson has been spotted in the field the day following the interview, engaging in identical behavior to SCP-7950. Dr. Gibson himself is currently in good health, and no anomaly, spectral or otherwise, has been identified in him. This new spectral entity, henceforth referred to as SCP-7950-2, manifests and demanifests in identical cycle to SCP-7950. It occasionally stops working to cry, with SCP-7950 usually responding by giving it a firm pat on the back. Proposal to alter SCP-7950's object class to Euclid is currently pending approval by the Department of Spectral Phenomena, and all plans to further interview SCP-7950 or SCP-7950-2 have been discontinued. Footnotes 1. Victorian Era slang for being dead. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7950" by SphereFinale, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7950. Licensed under CC-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: farmer.jpg Name: Bolgárkertészet, Nyíregyháza 1940-es évek.jpg Author: Trifonovné Karajz Borbála License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7951 | safe | Item #: 7951 SCP-7951-1 and SCP-7951-2 together. Special Containment Procedures: Researcher Paul Jones must remain aware of possible SCP-7951 manifestations. For the preservation of normalcy, Jones is to observe extra vigilance regarding romantic occasions, family dinners, and moderate social gatherings of 3-7 people. Description: SCP-7951 is the designation for the spontaneous physical manifestation of two coffee mugs within the personal home of Researcher Paul Jones. SCP-7951-1 is a nondescript ceramic mug invariably filled with a black tea beverage at or below 23 degrees Celsius. Subjects who perceive SCP-7951-1 believe that the liquid inside is "not how they like their tea" and upon tasting the beverage will note that it is "too cold" in addition to a series of other subjective qualitative notes. The exception to this is Researcher Paul Jones, who says that the liquid inside is "exactly how [he likes] it." SCP-7951-2 is empty. Discovery: SCP-7951 was discovered in the home of Researcher Paul Jones shortly after the finalization of inheritance proceedings on 10/15/2023. When questioned, Jones stated, "My room's still how I left it." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7951" by PoufyPoufson and IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7951. Licensed under CC-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: telado.png Author: JackalRelated License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7952 | safe | ItsDenali SCP-7952: Miserere Eorum By ItsDenali More By This Author Item #: SCP-7952 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7952 is contained at the location of its discovery, and the area has been cordoned off from public access with a padlocked grate. No other containment procedures are considered necessary. Description: SCP-7952 is a set of anomalous human remains located inside of a small cave in Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve, near Juneau, Alaska. The cave measures approximately 20 meters in length by 2 meters in height and diameter for most of its continuity, which is generally flat and level, barring a slight rise at its end. The floor of the space is partially flooded due to the presence of a nearby stream running over the mouth of the cave. Personnel in proximity to SCP-7952 report a strong desire to not disturb the remains, as well as a decelerated perception of time;1 both phenomena have been observed to intensify dramatically the closer an observer is to the item. Additionally, faint remnants of what appear to have once been glyphs and a thaumaturgic ritual circle surround the corpse, though the implements have become too eroded to be able to determine what their original function was. SCP-7952 also exhibits strong antimemetic properties which visually obscure the item, making examination of it extremely difficult. Photographs, video, and similar visual imaging techniques are also subject to this property, which results in severe distortion of affected media. Consequently, details concerning SCP-7952 such as its identity, race, gender, or age prior to its death remain unknown. However, evidenced by items discovered alongside the anomaly (see below), it is believed that SCP-7952 has occupied its current position for at least several years. In-depth study or exhumation of SCP-7952 has been deemed unnecessary. Addendum 7952.1: Upon discovery, several belongings were found beside SCP-7952, including a rusted flashlight, a King James Bible, and a small journal. All items had sustained severe water damage by the time of discovery. The Bible contained little of note beyond minor annotations throughout the New Testament. Only the final entry in the journal proved partially legible, and has been transcribed below. ... that such hatred, such shame could rule so despotically. To think it'd take me so many years to see it all for what it truly was. The joy we'd known, the pain we'd felt, and everything else we endured along the way, ...[illegible]... All of it, culminating here, at the end of a life. I find it strange that I feel at peace here in this damp, obscure corner of the world under such circumstances as these. Yet to feel such a sensation after so long and arduous a path fills me with a joy that I simply cannot explain. [All but the last three lines is illegible.] ... the vicious brunt of it all, no matter what happens. I will at least be able to rest easy knowing that, when this is all over, Edward and the others will be safe. Please, God, just let them be safe. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7952" by ItsDenali, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7952. Licensed under CC-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. The latter phenomenon is a purely sensory one, and the subject's actual temporal characteristics remain unaffected. |
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More by this author Item#: SCP-7953 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Sidebar of the SCP-7953-A homepage. Special Containment Procedures: Efforts by the Site-43 Memetics & Countermemetics and Identity & Technocryptography Sections to shut down SCP-7953-A and -B are ongoing, but have not thus far been successful. Containment is therefore limited at this time to suppression of public knowledge of SCP-7953, facilitated by Foundation webcrawler I/O LORENZ. Personnel may only view SCP-7953-B under approved testing conditions, and must be amnesticised immediately afterwards. No further interaction with SCP-7953-A is permitted, other than actions aimed at neutralising it. Description: SCP-7953 designates two related ventures operated by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media (GoI-5889). SCP-7953-A is "Historical Rationalization Services", which offers the selective removal of unwanted memories from its customers for a variable fee. This service is marketed on its website as a 'proven therapeutic mental wellness treatment'. Customers who book an appointment via this website will be visited by a Vikander-Kneed employee at their residence within 48 hours; the time of the employee’s arrival is unrelated to the time specified on the appointment. The employee will ask the customer to specify the memories they wish to forget, and then proceed to remove them. The means by which this is achieved are unclear, and no customer has been able to report details of the procedure after the fact; however, it is apparently effective. Known side effects of SCP-7953-A 'treatment' include frequent nosebleeds and narcoleptic episodes persisting for several weeks, as well as the removal of a small amount of memories beyond those requested. If these issues are noticed, employees will provide excuses that shift blame onto the customer, often citing a supposed failure to follow instructions provided prior to treatment..For instance, claiming that the equipment was miscalibrated because the customer failed to obey a prohibition on moving or breathing. All SCP-7953-A customers are prompted to sign a 544-page legal waiver before the procedure commences. The Foundation has obtained a copy of this document; selected paragraphs are reproduced below. 30. Vikander-Kneed disavows liability for any and all side effects or regular effects resulting from the procedure, including but not limited to: mistargeted amnesia, nausea, abdominal bleeding, deafness, normalisation, normalization, recursive perception disorder, permanent and non-selective ability to hear all sounds originating from the state and/or nation of Georgia, unannounced substitution for sacrificial livestock, and cluster headaches. The Customer waives the right to seek any form of legal remedy for such occurrences, as well as the right to be informed of Vikander-Kneed's postal address should they wish to begin a futile attempt to submit the relevant paperwork to do so. 234. The Customer hereby acknowledges that Vikander-Kneed is not required to inform them of relevant regulatory compliance information, should any exist, and that no further representations or warranties of said will be presented, and that any reliance on said is strictly at the Customer's own risk, and that the presented information shall not be construed in any way whatsoever, including but not limited to the effect thereof, or therefore, or thereby, not to be found under any circumstances to exceed the scope of the aforementioned provisions, and furthermore that any and all expressed or implied representations or warranties are declared null and void, and void and null the for by to or with this and as under unless expressly stated otherwise. 815. Vikander-Kneed acquires the exclusive rights in perpetuity to any Content or Media obtained during the procedure, and may freely publish, transform or otherwise use such material for commercial, non-commercial, educational, occult, or other purposes as it sees fit. The Customer acknowledges that any attempt to regain said rights at any point in the future may leave them liable to employment by Vikander-Kneed. Memories 'removed' by SCP-7953-A are not in fact erased, but are instead transferred by unknown means to SCP-7953-B. SCP-7953-B is "The Real Content Zone", a freely-accessible online video streaming service. The site features the VKTM logo prominently in the header, accompanied by the slogan "The Internet Is The Home Of The Better Tommorrow™ [sic] Of Future Media Content". All videos on the site are uploaded by Vikander-Kneed. Roughly 10% of them are original content produced by VKTM — usually excerpts from their other productions, but sometimes entirely original (and largely incoherent) material. The remainder of the content consists of footage corresponding to memories removed by Historical Rationalization Services, filmed in first person from the perspective of the customer. Often, these videos are altered to include events and other modifications incongruous with the original material (see below). If a person watches any portion of any video on SCP-7953-B, they will come to believe that they personally experienced the events depicted therein; standard amnestics have proven sufficient to reverse this effect. They will also experience any memetic effects otherwise associated with the video, as is common with content originating from VKTM itself. Videos on SCP-7953-B typically have 'clickbait'-style titles and thumbnails, and vary in length from a few seconds to over three hundred hours. They are invariably accompanied by pre-roll and mid-roll video advertising, lasting in total roughly 40% of the content's runtime. No representatives of the companies whose commercials have appeared on SCP-7953-B have ever reported buying ad time there, or indeed possessing any knowledge at all of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. Examples of videos on SCP-7953-B are provided below, with civilian names redacted where applicable; in all cases, "the subject" refers to the individual whose perspective is seen. Title Runtime Description Healing Music Stress Relief 🌍 Stop Anxiety 33:45 Footage from a karaoke night at a bar. None of the songs are performed in tune, and all persons involved appear heavily intoxicated. Backing tracks become increasingly distorted to the point of unrecognisability. The final performer is the subject; during their rendition of an unidentifiable song, a large number of empty glasses are thrown at them from the audience, many of them shattering on impact. Video ends when the subject appears to fall unconscious roughly two minutes into the song. Real Person Reacts to World's Most Patriotic Movie 1:15:56 Footage of the subject viewing and remarking upon several segments of American American (SCP-6359), a film produced by TotleighSoft and Vikander-Kneed about an American attempting to force elements of U.S. culture on other nations. Subject becomes increasingly confused and agitated; video ends abruptly midway through a long, expletive-laden diatribe directed at both the film and the United States in general, during which the video gradually gains a deep red tint. As the subject provided no identifying information at any point in the footage, the Foundation has thus far failed to locate them, seize their copy of SCP-6359, or indeed confirm their existence. COOKING WITH LEFTOVERS - Top 34 Kitchen Tips 5:40 Footage of the subject inadvertently starting a grease fire in the kitchen of a McDonald's. The subject attempts to locate the fire extinguisher, but finds it replaced by a middle-aged woman in a pink blouse, who begins to speak in a cheerful voice. Her commentary consists of a live narration of the unfolding events, interspersed with unfavourable comments about the subject (identified as █████ █████████), his failure to resolve the situation, and his general life choices. The subject's coworker locates another extinguisher, and immediately throws it into the fire before placing their own head in the burning oil. The middle-aged woman begins to interact with an unseen entity whose voice resembles an obnoxiously enthusiastic radio host, and they continue their running commentary together. The subject attempts to leave the building as the fire begins to spread, but is restrained by several customers with no facial features who loudly accost him for providing poor service. The subject apologises profusely before leaving the building, and watches from the parking lot as it is engulfed in flames. All other individuals remain inside, including the middle-aged woman and the radio host; they are still audible, and begin to comment on the advantages and disadvantages of cooking food using a burning building. BEST FAILS OF 2018 | COMPILATION 11:25:15 Unmodified and unedited footage of a wedding ceremony and reception, from the perspective of the bride. The groom has been identified as █████ ████, who as of 2023 possesses a felony conviction in the state of Pennsylvania for domestic abuse. EXCLUSIVE Look at VKTM's New Studio! 1:38:09 Continuous footage of a humanoid figure wearing a pinstripe suit and motorcycle helmet walking in circles around an otherwise-empty stage. Lighting changes colour at random intervals, and metallic banging noises of unknown origin are audible throughout. After 58 minutes, the lighting rig collapses on top of the figure and shatters its visor. The figure continues walking in the same fashion for the remainder of the video, apparently unimpeded; its face is never visible, but blood can be seen dripping from the helmet. Dumb guy tries to steal company secrets, regrets it IMMEDIATELY 0:46 A brief clip of Junior Researcher David Hamilton buying groceries; see Addendum 1. Addendum 1, Experiment and Correspondence Log: In October 2023, the Site-43 Memetics & Countermemetics Section attempted to determine the nature of SCP-7953-A's amnesticisation procedure. Junior Researcher David Hamilton was moved to a secure off-Site location and directed to sign up for one session of Historical Rationalization Services 'treatment'. He was instructed to request the removal of an unremarkable memory involving no classified information. A VKTM employee, which did not identify itself, manifested in Hamilton's room fourteen hours after booking, performed the procedure, and subsequently demanifested. Neither Hamilton nor any of the observing researchers have been able to recall any details of the events that took place during the procedure (though Hamilton did report general joint pain for several days afterward), and all security footage of this time period was found replaced with the following still image: Image that overwrote all footage of SCP-7953-A recording. Notable flickering effects appeared periodically, and stock muzak was audible throughout. A customer support email address was later found on SCP-7953-A's website, and Hamilton received approval to begin correspondence with it: To: VKTM Customer Support From: Junior Researcher David Hamilton Subject: Recent appointment Hello, I recently booked an appointment with Historical Rationalization Services. The treatment was initially a success, but it seems that the footage of the memories you removed ended up being reuploaded to The Real Content Zone, which your company apparently also owns? Watching the video completely reversed the treatment and returned the memories to me, which is not what I was hoping for. Can I ask how and why this happened? Thanks, David Hamilton To: Junior Researcher David Hamilton From: VKTM Customer Support Subject: Re: Recent appointment Mr. Hamilton, Thanks for your inquiry. The Real Content Zone™ is Vikander-Kneed's foray into online video streaming, aiming to provide authentic and engaging Media that connects deeply with our viewers. To achieve this, we acquire our Content from a wide variety of sources all across our corporate umbra. We're sorry to hear that your initial appointment with Historical Rationalization Services™ was unsatisfactory. We understand that your memories are important to you, and we want to make sure they're being used as they should be. We'd be happy to provide you with a free compensation voucher for up to $55 off any future VKTM purchases (terms and conditions apply, as I'm sure you're aware) — just grab a spare kidney and drop by our Lansing office.The Foundation has found no evidence of any VKTM operations occurring in the city of Lansing, Michigan. to pick it up. Don't worry about a voucher code, we know who you are! Hope this helps, Macy After several subsequent emails from Hamilton were all ignored, M&C Chair Dr. Lillian Lillihammer decided to contact VKTM's public relations office directly: To: Marianne MacPhaerson From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: Historical Rationalization Services Mari, I have questions about this new custom-blend bullshit operation of yours. So far as I can tell, you're: 1) shilling a 'mental wellness remedy' which involves you actively sucking the life out of people, 2) repackaging the results into badly-edited and/or nonsensical garbage, 3) maliciously manipulating the minds of anyone who watches said garbage, 4) finding advertisers that are inexplicably willing to pay for cheap clicks on it, and 5) covering your ass on the whole thing behind a pile of meaningless legalese. Do you think you're being original? Unkind regards, Lillian To: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer From: Marianne MacPhaerson Subject: Re: Historical Rationalization Services Hi Lily, We're so pleased to learn you're taking an interest in our latest ventures! We at Vikander-Kneed love to hear from fans of our Media — our customers' input is always important in informing the Content we produce. That's why we believe that asking about 'originality' isn't the best way to view our contributions to the cultural landscape. Instead, we ask: Are we capturing as much attention as possible? Are we transforming people's ideas to encourage higher viewership? Are we making sure that every user hears and understands our messages, no matter how much they ask us to stop? We want to make sure that we're doing everything we can to communicate ideas as clearly and deeply as possible, and there's no better way to do that than by drawing on real experiences! Time and attention are valuable in this day and age, and we believe in building a platform where we can broker those commodities efficiently and effectively with all our stakeholders. If you're interested in getting involved with this new project, just let us know — we'd be more than excited to have you on board! The internet is the home of the Better Tommorrow™ of future Media Content, Marianne MacPhaerson Vikander-Kneed Public Outreach P.S. If this is about your friend, could you ask him to give us something more interesting next time? A live commentary would be fine, or even just a small blood sacrifice. To: Marianne MacPhaerson From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: Re: Historical Rationalization Services Mari, Usually when companies say they're looking for customer input, they just put out a survey. And the only idea you're communicating is "most people's lives are so boring, we have to stuff them full of horrifying bullshit to be remotely worth watching". Should I interpret this as the message you're trying to send everyone? -Lillian P.S. No. Subsequent to this exchange, a comments section was added to all videos on SCP-7953-B. A representative sample of these comments from a variety of videos is included below: This happened to me once. Advice for if it happens to anyone else: it's usually easiest to just throw the viscera in a river or something afterwards. ██████ im going to kill you i stg, why the FUCK DID YOU FILM ME DOING THIS take this down jesus christ This is like weird ass deja vu or something, like I'm sure I remember this happening to me but I KNOW it didn't cause I've still got both arms I'm pretty sure I've got both arms Idk what the fuck is real anymore What is this garbage? This is just a guy getting welded to a completely ordinary electricity pylon. Can't believe this content farm bullshit is getting views and engagement. loved this video, gave me anaphylaxis 👍 +1 To: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer From: Marianne MacPhaerson Subject: Re: Historical Rationalization Services Lily, Thank you so much for your feedback! We threw it full-force at our product team, and even before he'd recovered from the injury he pushed out a brand new update to the site incorporating your advice. This will be a fresh chapter in the story of the Real Content Zone™, one which will enable us to transform fully-formed concepts into Media faster than ever before! Marianne MacPhaerson Vikander-Kneed Public Outreach To: Marianne MacPhaerson From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: Re: Historical Rationalization Services No. No further communications from VKTM on this matter have been received. In addition to its usual content, SCP-7953-B now features videos of unidentified subjects (presumed, but not confirmed, to be VKTM employees) responding to comments on previous videos, frequently launching insults or explicit threats.e.g. advising the recipient to "go jump in a lake", stating their home address, and then providing exhaustive driving and public transit directions from said address to several nearby freshwater lakes, before extolling the benefits of manmade water pollution. against individuals who have left negative feedback. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7953" by OliverMemphis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7953. Licensed under CC-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-7954 | euclid | The approximate location where SCP-7954 occurs. Item #: SCP-7954 Special Containment Procedures: Two Foundation agents have been stationed at the location where SCP-7954 occurs, and a fence has been constructed around the area. Every night, from 12 AM to 1 AM, the agents are to patrol the outskirts of the area. Trespassers are to be apprehended and, if necessary, given amnestics. Description: SCP-7954 is an anomalous phenomenon that occurs routinely in an undeveloped area near Mifflintown, Pennsylvania. Every night, two spectral entities (henceforth SCP-7954-A and -B) spontaneously manifest in the area at 12:04 AM. The entities wander around the area,1 lie down next to each other, converse, and spontaneously demanifest at 12:58 AM. The entities always lie down in the same location, and their conversation is always identical. They have never acknowledged the presence of Foundation personnel or the existence of the fence. SCP-7954-A and -B both appear to be white human males in their late teens. After an examination of Pennsylvania public records, it was found that SCP-7954-A strongly resembles a man named Sam Bowman, while SCP-7954-B strongly resembles a man named Robert Buck. Both men are former residents of Philadelphia, and both men graduated from the same high school in 1995. Addendum: Video Transcript The following is a transcript of a recording of the conversation between SCP-7954-A and -B. [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7954-A and SCP-7954-B are lying side-by-side in the grass. Both are looking at the sky.) SCP-7954-A: So. (SCP-7954-A turns to face -B.) SCP-7954-B: Hm? SCP-7954-A: Did you check out that album I told you about? SCP-7954-B: Weezer? (SCP-7954-A nods.) SCP-7954-B: Not yet. Couldn't find it for cheap. SCP-7954-A: Ah. That sucks. SCP-7954-B: Yeah. (SCP-7954-A turns back to the sky. Both are silent for one minute.) (SCP-7954-A turns towards -B.) SCP-7954-A: God, can you believe Ryan?2 SCP-7954-B: He's such a dick. SCP-7954-A: He really is! I mean, seriously, who says that to someone? Unbelievable. SCP-7954-B: Mhm. (SCP-7954-A continues to stare at -B for five seconds, before turning the other way.) (Both are silent for half a minute.) (SCP-7954-A rolls on its side to face -B, who does not react.) SCP-7954-A: How's Emily?3 (SCP-7954-B tilts its head slightly towards -A.) SCP-7954-B: What do you mean? SCP-7954-A: Like, how is she doing? How are things going with you two? (SCP-7954-B tilts its head back to its original position.) SCP-7954-B: She's doing good. We're fine. SCP-7954-A: That's good. SCP-7954-B: Yeah. (SCP-7954-A rolls back onto its back.) (Both are silent for one minute. SCP-7954-A occasionally glances at -B, who does not appear to notice.) (SCP-7954-A abruptly sits up and looks at -B, who glances at -A.) SCP-7954-A: I'm gonna miss you, man. (SCP-7954-B closes its eyes and sighs.) SCP-7954-B: Yeah. (SCP-7954-A leans towards -B, whose eyes remain closed.) SCP-7954-A: You'll call, right? (SCP-7954-B opens its eyes and looks at -A.) SCP-7954-B: Of course. Why wouldn't I? (SCP-7954-A shrugs.) SCP-7954-A: I dunno. I've just got this bad feeling about it. (SCP-7954-B lifts an outstretched hand in -A's direction.) SCP-7954-B: I'm gonna call. I promise. (SCP-7954-A sighs.) SCP-7954-A: Okay. (SCP-7954-A lies back down.) SCP-7954-B: Hey. (SCP-7954-A turns to face -B.) SCP-7954-A: Hm? (SCP-7954-B reaches into a pant pocket and pulls out a Tootsie Roll.) (SCP-7954-A snorts.) SCP-7954-A: Seriously? SCP-7954-B: You know you wanna take it. (SCP-7954-A is silent for a moment.) SCP-7954-A: …Yeah. (SCP-7954-B hands the Tootsie Roll to -A, who eats it.) SCP-7954-A: Thanks. SCP-7954-B: Of course. (Both are silent for one minute.) SCP-7954-A: What are you gonna do? After college, I mean. (SCP-7954-B shrugs.) SCP-7954-B: I haven't thought much about it. I could go to grad school, I guess. SCP-7954-A: Where do you think you're gonna end up? SCP-7954-B: I'm not sure. I've thought about settling down around here. SCP-7954-A: That would be nice. I've also thought about that. SCP-7954-B: About settling down here? SCP-7954-A: Yeah. I like it around here. Not too loud, and there's lots of nice little spots like this. SCP-7954-B: Mm. (SCP-7954-A sits up.) SCP-7954-A: I could see myself living in one of those little houses down the road. Taking care of some plants, chilling on the porch. SCP-7954-B: That sounds nice. SCP-7954-A: Imagine us as like, bitter old men living next to each other around here, fighting because one of us blew leaves onto the other guy's lawn. (SCP-7954-B snorts.) SCP-7954-B: Amazing. SCP-7954-A: Isn't it? God, we would be terrible neighbors. It would be great. SCP-7954-B: Heh. Yeah. (Both are silent for two minutes.) (SCP-7954-A turns towards -B.) SCP-7954-A: I have an idea. (SCP-7954-B looks at -A.) SCP-7954-B: What's that? SCP-7954-A: How about, if we're still friends in ten years or so, we come back here again? By then, it'll be for old time's sake. SCP-7954-B: That sounds nice. (Both are silent for ten seconds.) SCP-7954-A: Well, how about it? SCP-7954-B: Sure, yeah. Let's do it. SCP-7954-A: Alright. Let's shake on it. (SCP-7954-B smirks.) SCP-7954-B: Seriously? SCP-7954-A: Yeah. It's official that way. SCP-7954-B: Alright, if you insist. (SCP-7954-B sits up. They spontaneously demanifest while shaking hands.) [END LOG] It is unknown if this reflects any events that actually transpired between Mr. Bowman and Mr. Buck. Addendum: Incident Report On 05/31/2023, a man was detained by Foundation agents at approximately 12:02 AM after he was found attempting to climb the fence surrounding the area where SCP-7954 occurs. After entering Foundation custody, the man was identified as Sam Bowman. Agents were authorized to conduct an interview with Mr. Bowman, which is transcribed below. Interviewer: Agent Callahan Interviewee: Sam Bowman [BEGIN LOG] Mr. Bowman: I'd like to apologize for all this. I really didn't mean to cause any trouble. Agent Callahan: You're not in any trouble, sir. I'm just going to ask you a few questions, and then you'll be free to go, okay? Mr. Bowman: Alright. Agent Callahan: Please state your name for our records. Mr. Bowman: Sam Bowman. Who are you people, anyway? Are you cops? Agent Callahan: I'm sorry, but I can't answer that. Why were you trying to scale that fence? Mr. Bowman: I was just looking for an old hiding place. I thought the fence was just some corporate thing. Agent Callahan: "Corporate thing"? Mr. Bowman: Yeah. You know, company buys up some land, puts up a fence to prevent kids from wandering in. I didn't think it would be a big deal. Agent Callahan: But you knew that you were trespassing. Mr. Bowman: Well, yeah. Again, I really didn't know it would be a big deal. I'm sorry. Agent Callahan: You said that you were looking for an "old hiding place." What does that mean? Mr. Bowman: I grew up around here, and I used to go hide out by the lake when I didn't want to be around other people. There wasn't a fence back then. I just wanted to see if I could find it again. Agent Callahan: I see. You didn't know of anything unusual in that area? Mr. Bowman: No? I'm not sure I get what you mean. Agent Callahan: You don't know of any reason why there would be a fence there? Mr. Bowman: Nope. I already told you, I thought it was a corporate thing. Agent Callahan: Alright. One last thing, and you should be good to go. Do you know anything about a man named Robert Buck? (Mr. Bowman is silent for half a minute.) Agent Callahan: Mr. Bowman? Mr. Bowman: He was a buddy of mine in high school. Haven't spoken to him in years. Don't know what he's up to these days. Agent Callahan: I see. Mr. Bowman: Anything else? Agent Callahan: I think that should do it. Thank you for cooperating. Mr. Bowman: No problem. [END LOG] Following the conclusion of this interview, Mr. Bowman was given amnestics and released. As of the time of writing, Mr. Buck has not been seen in the local area since the establishment of Foundation containment of SCP-7954. Records indicate that neither man has lived in Pennsylvania since 1996. Footnotes 1. While the entities' actions are largely predictable, slight deviations in the path that they take through the area have been observed. As of the time of writing, the entities have never attempted to pass through the fence. 2. Possibly Ryan Scheiber, another former resident of the local area. An investigation concluded that Mr. Scheiber had no connection to SCP-7954. 3. Possibly Emily Barko, another former resident of the local area. An investigation concluded that Ms. Barko had no connection to SCP-7954. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7954" by TonightTonight, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7955 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7955 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7955's liquid remains have been sealed in a 200-litre hazardous waste drum and transferred to a mundane treatment facility. With no anomalous traits having been detected as of 23/11/2020, these remains can be disposed of without risk of potential contamination. PREVIOUS CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES Close SCP-7955 is to be contained at Site 44 in a modified humanoid containment cell with a shatterproof glass observation window and an airtight door. The air vents are to be fitted with metal shutters and internal filters. SCP-7955 is allowed a bed, a chair, a desk, a shower cubicle, and a toilet. SCP-7955 is allowed access to books, writing paper, and crayons on request. These items should only be removed from the cell if SCP-7955 is in its default form and in full view of staff. The cell interior is to be subject to 24/7 audiovisual recording, both to monitor SCP-7955's transformations and to ensure that any important information communicated while talking to itself is not lost. SCP-7955 must be personally supervised at all times to ensure that it does not become confused and endanger itself over the course of its daily testing regimen. It also must be reminded to eat meals, attend to personal grooming, and dress itself in the clothes provided for it. In the event that SCP-7955 attempts to escape, it can be easily detected by involuntary errors in its disguises and will rarely be able to convincingly imitate human mannerisms. However, if it becomes aggressive during efforts to placate or recapture it, security personnel are to maintain a distance of at least two meters to avoid warning strikes while restraining it. The most reliable known method of subduing SCP-7955 is to pin it to the ground with heavy nets, social distancing clamps, and long catch poles, allowing personnel to remain out of reach until SCP-7955 exhausts both its stamina and its repertoire of shapes. After this, SCP-7955 can be carried back to its cell without resistance. Description: Prior to 13/10/2020, SCP-7955 was a 38-year-old male humanoid, biologically human to all mundane tests. In its default form, it exhibited a total height of 170 cm and a below-average weight of 45 kilograms1, along with olive skin, lobeless ears, and a bald head. Pre and postmortem attempts to trace its origins were stymied by the fact that the only name it could remember (Brother Lebbaeus) was a pseudonym. SCP-7955 possessed polymorphic traits that allowed it to assume a wide variety of forms, including humanoids, animals, and inanimate objects. However, it could not become liquids or gasses during its time in containment, nor could it mimic clothing in its humanoid form, and due to its neurodegenerative condition, most of SCP-7955's shapes exhibited noticeable errors.2 SCP-7955 was afflicted with a unique and rapidly advancing form of dementia, the symptoms of which included progressive memory loss, disorientation, emotional disturbance, and general cognitive decay. MRI scans and SCP-7955's testimony confirmed that its neurological health was inversely proportional to the strength of its polymorphic traits: advancing mutations in its brain allowed it a greater range of ability, but also degraded healthy brain tissue, resulting in progressively more advanced symptoms of dementia. At the time of its discovery, SCP-7955 was in the early-to-middle stages of the condition, but it rapidly declined over the course of the following weeks, eventually leading to its neutralization. Discovery Log: SCP-7955 was first encountered on 10/03/2020, in a remote coastal region of Caithness, Scotland, where it was observed emerging from the ocean in mid-transformation by local fishermen (who then contacted the authorities). Once mass hysteria was eliminated as a possible cause, the Foundation was contacted in order to avert any potential danger to the public. Foundation agents arrived in the area on 15/03/2020, amnesticized witnesses, and began attempts to capture the entity. Within twenty-four hours, agents discovered a distinctive trail of footprints leading across a deserted beach, each print clearly belonging to a different animal. Following the trail eventually led agents to a crude burrow dug under one of the neighbouring cliffs, where SCP-7955 was found in human form, naked and without possessions except for a few stolen scraps of food. Initially attempting to flee the area in various forms, SCP-7955 was pinned to the ground with a net thrown by Agent Lothson, and exhausted itself while shapeshifting in a panicked attempt to escape. It was easily restrained soon after. Following its capture, SCP-7955 did not resist any of the agents escorting it to containment, complying with all orders and making no attempt to fight or flee. However, it remained uncommunicative for the next ten hours, presumably out of fear, as it often transformed into inanimate objects when agents attempted to ask it a question. SCP-7955's first attempt at speech was to request medical attention, as it was reportedly suffering from a severe headache and the painkillers that it had stolen from various tourists over the last few days were no longer working3. Upon realizing the nature of the Foundation, it claimed to have important data to share, though disorientation and memory loss made this information difficult to communicate. Following standard medical tests and preliminary analysis of its polymorphic traits, interviews to ascertain the nature of SCP-7955's information began soon after. + Preliminary Records - Close Interviewed: SCP-7955 Interviewer: Dr Marcus Magdaleno Foreword: Interview commences forty-eight hours after initial containment at Site 44. SCP-7955 spends the first minute of this interview anxiously twiddling its thumbs, unable to make eye contact. <Begin Log, 10:00 AM, 20/03/2020> Dr Magdaleno: Good morning, SCP-7955. SCP-7955: (coughs nervously) Er… good morning. Pleased to meet you, doctor…? Dr Magdaleno: Magdaleno. I was hoping that you could tell me about your past and your abilities… and about the important information you wanted to share. SCP-7955: After all the tests, I'm pretty sure you know my capabilities better than I do, and if you've seen my MRI scans, you know my memories are full of holes. (as it twiddles its thumbs, it sprouts two additional digits, then absently erases them) Dr Magdaleno: Then let's talk about what you can remember, shall we? Can you recall the source of your abilities? Were you born a shapeshifter or were you human? SCP-7955: As far as I can remember, I started out as a human. I had parents, older brothers and sisters, a normal education, and for a while, a job. But other than that, my memories from that time are just blurry snapshots. I can remember my parents, for example, but I don't remember what they looked like, and whenever I try… well, it's like the faces have been scratched out of the family photos, if that makes sense. Dr Magdaleno: What about your appearance? Has that remained consistent, or is this just another form you've chosen as a default? SCP-7955: I'm… reasonably sure this is my original shape. I think. I mean, I've taken on a huge number of forms in the last month: fish and birds, mostly, but I also tried out a few human disguises and even the shape of a car - not my finest hour, that. But this is the one form I had before I started shapeshifting, about three to four weeks ago. Dr Magdaleno: Can you recall what was happening during the preceding period of time? SCP-7955: I remember living in an underground church, deep beneath a mountain, a home for the… the Disciples of Cerridwen the Angel. Communal barracks for the rank and file. Private apartments for the Elders of the church. Dr Magdaleno: Do you remember how long you were there for? SCP-7955: Fifteen years… I think. I recall I'd been living there ever since I sold my house to pay my tithes. Then… (pauses for thought) I'm sorry, doctor, it's sometimes hard to find the words. They slip through my fingers the moment I grasp them. Dr Magdaleno: It's alright, 7955, take your time. SCP-7955: Thank you. (pause) I remember there were other shapeshifters created by the Disciples. "The Inheritors of the Angel's blessing", we called them. I only saw them once when I first joined the cult, but once was enough. Dr Magdaleno: And what did these Inheritors do in the cult? SCP-7955: They were the miracles that kept people donating their salaries to the Elders. They told us that if we sacrificed everything of ourselves, we would become worthy of the Rite of the Shining Brow and be Inheritors just like them: immortal, innocent, and free. But after the first time I saw them, they stopped appearing. Dr Magdaleno: Why was that? SCP-7955: The Elders claimed that the Rite of the Shining Brow no longer worked because the Angel Cerridwen was punishing us for our weakness. And that was just the way it was from then on: no big rewards, no miracles, just hard labour and tithes and endless sermons. Dr Magdaleno: But that would make you the first member of the Disciples to have a successful Rite in fifteen years. What changed? Why did it work for you? SCP-7955: …I… I don't remember. I'm not even sure if I took the Rite. But I remember straying into a part of the church that the Elders had declared off-limits years ago and finding this… this… this underground lake the size of a stadium. Dr Magdaleno: Do you believe that was where this Rite was traditionally performed? SCP-7955: Maybe. There were all these weird angular symbols cut into the walls, so there had to be something ritual about it. I don't remember why, but I found myself plunged into the lake itself, sinking deeper and deeper, feeling the water forcing its way up my nose and down my throat. But I didn't drown - I couldn't drown. And the weirdest thing was, I wasn't afraid: I was at peace, even as I sank… it was… I… (gasps, clutching head) oh god, not again… Dr Magdaleno: We can stop now, if you need to take a break. SCP-7955: Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. (transforms accordingly with every word, finally assuming the form of a skeleton before returning to normal) Dr Magdaleno: I beg your pardon? SCP-7955: Just something to help keep my thoughts in order. Please, let's continue. If I stop now, I might forget more while I'm recovering. I don't want to be useless to you. Dr Magdaleno: I think you've told me more than enough for today. Besides, maybe there's another way we can help each other in the meantime… <End Log> Dr Magdaleno's Log 20/03/2020 Shortly after it recovered, I decided to provide SCP-7955 with crayons and paper so it could record any information that might be lost to advancing dementia between interviews. 7955 appeared grateful, but somewhat vacant, as if not sure how to respond. Troubling, given that inflexibility and loss of interest in new activities are both possible symptoms of dementia. After an hour of inactivity, SCP-7955 produced at least twenty pages of material, even growing tentacles to work on multiple papers at the same time. It won't show any of the material to me, though, and starts losing eye-contact whenever I try to persuade it to share some of the notes. Not sure if that's due to dementia, or if it's just a bit of an introvert. - Close + Early-Stage Records - Close Follow-Up Interview <Begin Log, AM, 25/03/2020> SCP-7955: Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. Dr Magdaleno: How did you learn you had this… shapeshifting-induced dementia? SCP-7955: (checks notes) I'd seen it before in the Inheritors, but the Elders told us it was just "divine innocence" at work. The Rite had made them like Adam and Eve, they claimed - blissful and childlike. None of us knew they were losing their minds. Dr Magdaleno: Why were they "blissful," though? No offense, but you don't exactly fit the description. SCP-7955: It's a side-effect of shapeshifting. At first, every transformation triggers this wave of raw, unadulterated pleasure that just… lights up your brain.4 For the first week or two, it's beyond euphoric: if you can't keep yourself focussed, it's easy to lose yourself in it and run wild… which might explain how I ended up in bloody Caithness, come to think of it. The bliss eventually fades, but it never really goes away. I still get warm and fuzzy feelings when I shapeshift. Dr Magdaleno: I can see how that would hide the dementia, but why didn't people notice that something was wrong once the euphoria wore off? SCP-7955: Simple: the Elders locked the Inheritors away once the symptoms of dementia became obvious and told everyone they'd left to enjoy the world. (Several keyholes appear across his skin, then vanish) I think there was something else that happened after they died, but I can't remember what. Dr Magdaleno: But if all this was hidden from the rank and file, how did you find out about it? SCP-7955: (hesitates) Someone told me… something about soup… (shudders) Dr Magdaleno: Soup? SCP-7955: (ten-second pause) What's your name? Dr Magdaleno: Please don't change the subject. SCP-7955: I'm just asking… I mean, if you've been officially assigned to contain and study me, I might as well know your full name. Dr Magdaleno: If you’d taken a good look at my ID card, you'd already know that it's "Marcus." Also, please don't take this the wrong way, but if you want me to call you by your name, "Brother Lebbaeus" is a bit of a mouthful. SCP-7955: "Brother Lebbaeus" was just my name among the Disciples. You see, we were all given new names, most of them from saints - John, Mary, Paul, Theresa, Matthias…5 Dr Magdaleno: And you don't remember your original name, do you? SCP-7955: (sheepishly) No. But maybe you can think of something else. Dr Magdaleno: How about "Jim"? SCP-7955: (smiles shyly) Jim it is, then. <End Log> Dr Magdaleno's Log 25/03/2020 So stupid of me. I knew it was a feint to get me to veer off-topic, and I took the bait anyway. Why? Was it because I was feeling sorry for it? Was it because I realized that talking about this "soup" upset it, or because I thought it couldn't remember it entirely? I just know the rest of the research team are going to get cheeky about it - especially Aristaios, assuming he's not jockeying for a crack at an interview. Well, SCP-7955 is definitely declining, that's for sure. It might have only needed to check its notes once, but that's bad enough: yesterday, it had the facts in his head, and now it needs to brief himself to remember its own past - what little it has left. Hopefully, the most traumatic of the recollections are over, and Jim won’t put himself under any more stress in these interviews. I just read back over this latest entry and realized I called SCP-7955 "Jim." I really need to cut down on these all-nighters… Preliminary Recording AUDIO LOG TRANSCRIPT DATE: 01/04/2020 NOTE: First recording upon activation of audio hardware. At the start of this recording, Dr Magdaleno has just given SCP-7955 a number of paperback novels. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7955: Thanks so much for this, Marcus. I'm pretty sure I haven't read anything decent in the last fifteen years - this is a more-than-welcome relief. Dr Magdaleno: Anything "decent?" SCP-7955: Well, the church had a library, but it was nothing but Christian apocrypha and books on Celtic mythology, and then there were the treatises on the virtue of transformation, and the elders had their own collections of occult- (takes a deep breath) I'm sorry, I tend to ramble a bit when I'm nervous. It's all this new recording stuff, you see, it makes me feel like I'm talking to an answering machine - I never know what to say… Dr Magdaleno: It's okay, believe me. Besides, you don't need to worry about needing to say anything meaningful: it's just a precaution in case you happen to remember anything important- SCP-7955: -while I'm talking to myself. I suppose I should be grateful I haven't been reduced to jotting down notes on my arms and legs. Dr Magdaleno: Did any of the Inheritors try that when you saw them, or were they all too euphoric to even think of trying to keep any kind of record? SCP-7955: We've talked about this already, remember? They didn't even notice that they were forgetting. Only Teacher's advice would have saved their memories, and she couldn't be heard by anyone until… (hesitates) …hang on, have I told you about that already, or was that just my imagination? Dr Magdaleno: No, we haven't talked about that yet. SCP-7955: Er… I'll leave that until our next interview, then - don't want to run out of things to talk about (chuckles nervously). Uh, anyway, thanks again for the books. I hope they didn't cost too much. Dr Magdaleno: Most of these are from home. Five second pause. SCP-7955: I, er… I mean, um… I… I really didn't picture you as a Danielle Steel fan. [END LOG] Incident Report 10/04/2020: At 18:30 PM, the lights in SCP-7955's cell briefly malfunctioned, leaving both its quarters and the observation chamber in complete darkness for thirty seconds. During this period, SCP-7955 was heard loudly screaming the word "soup", before abruptly falling silent. When the lights were reactivated, SCP-7955 was missing. SCP-7955 was eventually found hiding beside its chair in the form of a large ottoman with an upholstery similar to human skin (its clothes hidden under the ottoman). Despite the best efforts of Dr Magdaleno and Research Assistant Teo to cajole SCP-7955, it remained disguised for several minutes, and could be heard muttering "don't want to end up like Teacher, don't want to end up like the others, they might know how to make the runes." After twenty-five minutes, SCP-7955 reverted to human form and apologized for the unnecessary deception, admitting that it had "gotten confused" during the blackout and become convinced that the Disciples were trying to recapture it. Interview Log 8 Foreword: SCP-7955 appears agitated and uncomfortable. <Begin Log, 09:00 AM, 20/04/2020> SCP-7955: Who do you think I was? Dr Magdaleno: I… excuse me? SCP-7955: We've known each other for a little while, now, and you're here to analyze me, so you must have some idea what I must have been. My personality hasn't changed that much since then… I mean, I don't think it has… so who do you think I was before I joined the cult? Dr Magdaleno: …Jim - 7955 - I've got a whole bunch of questions here for y- SCP-7955: Oh, come on, Marcus, we've been talking about the same thing for nearly three days in a row. By now, I'm pretty sure we've established that the Disciples had nothing to do with the Serpent's Hand or the Insurgency or the-the-the Church of Gear-Powered Mechanical Buggery or whatever the hell it was, so is it really going to matter if we don't talk about… what were we going to do today? Oh, right - Sarkicism. Dr Magdaleno: We talked about that yesterday, Jim. SCP-7955: …Oh. But still, who's it going to hurt if we talk about something else for a change? So, based on what you've seen of my personality so far, who do you think I would have been? Dr Magdaleno: Well… (hesitates) you could have been an artist I suppose, given your drawings these last few days. You're definitely suited for quieter lines of work. What do you think? SCP-7955: I remember my house before I sold it: there were shelves overflowing with plays - Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw, Arthur Miller, Tony Kushner… (his face shifts to mimic the listed playwrights) And also books on acting technique. Do you suppose I was an actor? Dr Magdaleno: I don't think it would have fitted your personality. Maybe you were a drama student, though. SCP-7955: I could easily imagine myself as a bureaucrat, from the way I follow orders. For all we know, I could have been working right here at this Foundation of yours. Dr Magdaleno: I very much doubt that. Believe me, if one of our own had vanished off to an underground church for fifteen years, we'd know. <End Log> Dr Magdaleno's Log 31/04/2020 Decided to test Jim's cognitive capacity with a game of chess this afternoon. I had a board on my side of the glass, while he shaped his right hand into a board of his own, complete with pieces. Of course, all his pieces looked a little bit on the biopunk side, and it took him a while to realize that he'd given me an extra bishop by mistake, but other than that, Jim did quite well - even if he lost in the end. Probably the trickiest victory I've ever achieved in chess. Teo and Aristaios were giving me some funny looks as I tidied up the board. They didn't say anything, but I could tell they were wondering if I was getting too close to Jim. Bit of an overaction, I thought. We're not friends, or anything like that. I'm obliged to care for the subject and encourage it to trust me, but only as far as furthering our research goes. And yes, giving him books and playing chess with him might be considered above and beyond the call of duty, but it's nothing serious, certainly nothing approaching friendship. Jim's just another anomalous entity, and I'm just researching him. We're not friends. Definitely not friends. AUDIO LOG TRANSCRIPT DATE: 03/05/2020 NOTE: Conversation between SCP-7955 and Dr Magdaleno. At this time, a second pair of arms have sprouted from SCP-7955's torso and are now writing on a notepad in front of it. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Magdaleno: …and then Vittorio's completely soaked in it, from the new haircut all the way to those pricey new shoes. "Those are pheromones for her kind, man," Yusuf tells him. "You'll have to stay away from her cell from now on, or else not even those dogs will stop her. She'll be after you like the bad guy in Species: she'll jump your bones, then gut you like a fish and eat your heart while you're still inside her!" Now, Vittorio knows fox musk when he smells it, so he's not fooled one little bit. He just says, "Yusuf, buddy, if my girlfriend finds out about this, she'll do the exact same thing to you, minus the sex!" SCP-7955: Did he actually get assigned, though? Dr Magdaleno: Of course not - that was just a rumour. Yusuf had never been assigned to her either: nobody in their right mind actually jokes about that once they've seen her in action. And best of all, Vittorio found out about it - and he got back at Yusuf next month by filling his car with live skunks! SCP-7955: (laughs) Oh god! I wish I had that kind of flair. I mean, I know I'm not that kind of shapeshifter, but I just wish I could have pulled a prank or two while I was out in the wild - just to see if I had any skill in it. Just to be a little bit rebellious for a change. Dr Magdaleno: …speaking of which, how would you use your powers if you were free and didn't have to put up with this dementia? What would you do for a living if you had the choice? SCP-7955: Oceanographer, maybe? Half my time escaping from the cult was spent swimming up the coast, so I know I'm good at it. Dr Magdaleno: Or a secret agent. SCP-7955: Or a courier: I've been enough birds to know that I could do better than any carrier pigeon. Dr Magdaleno: What about nature photographer? Or paparazzo? SCP-7955: Maybe a musician. I could become the ultimate one-man-band. Dr Magdaleno: Or you could join the police: you'd be the perfect undercover cop. SCP-7955: Uh-uh. There's only one shapeshifting detective, and that's Rene Auberjonois. Dr Magdaleno: (chuckles) Well, that's one thing about your past that we can be certain of - you're a Star Trek fan! SCP-7955: (laughs for nearly fifteen seconds, then hesitates) Wait… how did we end up in this conversation again? Dr Magdaleno: (pauses, coughs uncomfortably) SCP-7955: (through gritted teeth)…Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death… Dr Magdaleno: … could I just… check your notes for a second? Uh… you've written right off the line, here. Could you tell me what this is? I can't make sense of the handwriting. And this right here, I'm pretty sure that's not actually a word, Jim. Jim? Jim, can you hear me? [END LOG] Dr Magdaleno's Log 03/05/2020 Irritability, losing his way in conversation, difficulty with previously routine tasks, linguistic decay… and worse still, memory loss proving more aggressive than other cases on record: normally, dementia attacks the most recent memories first and leaves the distant past until later, but this is attacking his short term and long term memory simultaneously. I shouldn't be finding this so upsetting. I'm not supposed to get attached, much less worry about friendship, but… I guess that's the danger of having a humanoid subject. You can't help but sympathize, even when you shouldn't. I'd have thought I'd end up with an official reprimand for getting too friendly and losing clinical distance - lord knows Aristaios and Teo have been worrying about it - but I haven't heard a single complaint out of anyone supervising this study. Odd, that. Instead, orders from on high are insisting that I continue interviewing him: they want more information on the cult, on the shapeshifting, on what gave Jim his polymorphic traits… but I honestly don't know if he has much more to give us. And as for whoever/whatever made him into a shapeshifter, I can't imagine anyone who could be pointlessly cruel enough to lumber someone with powers that literally destroy your brain the more useful they become. Frankly, it sounds like a sick joke. By the sounds of things, Elders of the Disciples have the resources and the deficit of moral fibre to make it possible, but Jim insists that this Rite of the Shining Brow doesn't work for them anymore. So, if not the Elders, then who? - Close + Middle-Stage Records - Close Incident Report, 15/05/2020: At 11:00 PM, SCP-7955 called for the attention of the observing staff in a state of extreme distress, claiming that its most recent notes had been stolen. Dr Magdaleno had been called away to a meeting with the Site Director, leaving Research Assistant Teo to explain that SCP-7955 had given its notes to the Magdaleno the previous evening. SCP-7955 then became angry and accused Teo of stealing the notes, suggesting she had destroyed them as part of a conspiracy to worsen its dementia. During this confrontation, SCP-7955 transformed into a silverback gorilla and attempted to punch through the shatterproof glass observation window and did not stop until Dr Magdaleno arrived and was able to placate SCP-7955 by producing the missing notes. SCP-7955 then calmed down, apologized to Research Assistant Teo, got dressed, and retired to bed. Recommending that recordings of SCP-7955's pertinent statements are kept within reach of staff in future. Interview Log 12 Foreword: SCP-7955 is extremely agitated at the start of the interview, exhibiting compulsive twitching, shivering, and a slight slur to its speech. The notes on the pad in front of it are barely coherent. Remarks prior to interview indicate an oncoming headache. <Begin Log, 15:00 PM, 15/05/2020> SCP-7955: Amanda knows I didn't mean what I said, right? I just got… confused. I know that's happening more often these days, but I really didn't mean to lose it this badly. Dr Magdaleno: She knows, Jim. SCP-7955: Then why isn't she here? She's asked to be reassigned, hasn't she? I frightened her and now she's left us and- Dr Magdaleno: It's just her day off, that's all: she's been planning this for the last couple of weeks. SCP-7955: And she told me before, didn't she? Oh god, I'm just getting worse and worse. Dr Magdaleno: All I can suggest is not to think about it. Think about the memories you can't be sure of now - anything if you think it can help us. SCP-7955: (frantically reviews newest notes) I remember something, but only in a dream I had last night. I can't be sure if any of it was real or not- Dr Magdaleno: It's okay, Jim, it could still be helpful. Tell me what happened. SCP-7955: I dreamed - or remembered… wandering in the tunnels under the church one day, tired and downhearted about everything. And then I heard a voice. It… it called to me, spoke to me. Dr Magdaleno: Think about the source of the voice. Who was speaking to you? SCP-7955: (struggling to concentrate) She didn't have a name. I called her "Teacher," because she told me things the Disciples didn't want me to know. Like… like… (unintelligible) Dr Magdaleno: It's alright, Jim, take your time. SCP-7955: (inhaling deeply) The voice… my Teacher… the men who would become the first Disciples found her eighty years ago, sleeping in the hollows below the roots of the mountain. She was the source of their power, before the scars faded. The source of the Rite and the soup. The rock on which the Elders built their church - but they built on water. Dr Magdaleno: Water? Wait a minute… stop me if I'm reading too much into this, but are you talking about the underground lake you fell into? The lake itself was alive? SCP-7955: She wasn't a lake, Marcus, not when the Elders found her. She didn't have a shape at first. It was… Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. (checks notes) The symbols on the walls. Binding runes. They were holding her in a single form, one that could serve their purposes. Dr Magdaleno: Wait, wait, wait, wait… are you telling me that the thing that turned you into a shapeshifter was another shapeshifter? SCP-7955: One of the Children of Proteus, they called her. (cringes in pain) Dr Magdaleno: One of them? You mean this wasn't a unique entity? There are more? SCP-7955: (screaming) I don't know, Marcus, it was a fucking dream! For all I know, it was just some bullshit my decomposing brain cooked up to explain what happened to me or… or… (twitches violently) Dr Magdaleno: Jim? JIM? SCP-7955: I… h-help me… (collapses, body warping in all directions) <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7955 was found to have suffered a mild seizure. Even after recovering, it remained unresponsive for some time, and visibly struggled to recognize facility personnel. Incident Report 02/06/2020: Following a shift change at 11 AM, SCP-7955 was believed to be taking a shower and had left several books at the cell door to be returned. Upon entering the cell to retrieve them, Research Assistant Teo noticed that though SCP-7955 had been borrowing three books at the time, there was an unregistered fourth book on the pile awaiting return. On closer examination, this book did not appear to possess real pages and was essentially a solid block of cardboard, while the author's name had been rendered as "Daniel Steal" (sic). Research Assistant Teo left the cell immediately, ordering that the guards on duty keep their weapons trained the door while she exited. SCP-7955 made no move to escape but was observed "quivering in fear." Research Assistant Teo was eventually able to persuade it to resume human form, but it gave no explanation for the incident, remaining silent for the rest of the day. Dr Magdaleno's Log 04/06/2020: Jim's verbal skills are degrading more noticeably than ever. He spent almost half an hour trying to explain something to me, but between the ongoing collapse of his memory and his declining vocabulary outside of lucid moments, I could barely make any sense of it: the only coherent words he used were "immortal" and "soup." I guess he must have been aware enough to realize this, so instead, he drew something for me: a church under a mountain, populated by dozens of tiny figures with frowning faces. As far as I could tell from the deteriorated art style, most of them were depicted in various states of misery: handing over money, being beaten with sticks, locked away in tiny cells, bowing before tall figures stirring a massive cauldron, and a few other acts I couldn't make sense of (then again, given the positions, I'm not sure I want to). Under this drawing, he'd written "YOU HAVE TO HELP THEM." He seemed quite happy with himself, apparently because he expected the Foundation to help "them" - presumably the rest of the cultists back at the church. I didn't have the heart to tell him that we still don't know where the church is. Incident Report 05/06/2020: SCP-7955 escaped from its cell at 05:00 AM this morning by transforming into a playing card and sliding under the door. The escape was immediately noticed by staff and the alarm sounded. SCP-7955 attempted to avoid being recognized by transforming into Research Assistant Teo. However, SCP-7955 was still unable to mimic clothing, so "Teo" appeared to be encased in a glossy white carapace reminiscent of a jewel beetle's exoskeleton (presumably, SCP-7955's best attempt at replicating a lab coat) and was immediately detected by the guards. SCP-7955 then became a sparrow and managed to evade security for approximately two minutes. Unable to find an exit, it tried to fight its way through a squad of guards in various forms, only to be knocked to the floor with a riot shield and restrained with a social distancing clamp. In a "blind panic," SCP-7955 began transitioning rapidly between various object, animal, and human forms in a disorganized attempt to escape, only to exhaust itself within twenty seconds and collapse. As it was returned to its cell, SCP-7955 begged the guards to "put me in the sweatbox if you want, but please don't leave me alone with the Elders." Dr Magdaleno's Log 09/06/2020 Jim's back to calling himself "Brother Lebbaeus" most of the time. He only calls me by my name every other day at the very most. All other times, I'm just "doctor." That shouldn't upset me, but somehow it does. He seems angrier than ever, too, always giving us surly looks, always suspicious of us. When he's lucid, he's nothing but apologetic, but I can tell he barely remembers what he's supposed to be apologizing for: he's just upset with himself… and scared. And frankly, I'm feeling much the same way. This is all wrong. I shouldn't be friends with him. I shouldn't even be considering the possibility, but it's too late. Now we both have to suffer for it. Incident Report 12/06/2020: During a routine medical checkup, SCP-7955 became extremely upset by the blood test, apparently convinced that it had been recaptured by the Disciples of Cerridwen and was being sedated against its will6. It then punched Dr Bromley in the stomach, tore the cover off the nearest air vent, transformed into a rat, and escaped into the ventilation ducts. After once again becoming lost, SCP-7955 emerged in a nearby corridor and reverted to human form. Upon seeing a large number of guards approaching, it immediately curled itself into the fetal position, layered its body with a tortoise-like shell, and braced itself as if for impact. Security guards simply picked up SCP-7955 and carried it back to its cell. During this, SCP-7955 tried to fight its way out in the form of a mass of tendrils, and persisted until two of the guards were able to fasten a catch pole around its neck, prompting it to rapidly shapeshift itself into exhaustion once again. Security guards report that while being returned to its cell, SCP-7955 was heard muttering, "Binding runes are like scars, but scars fade. Why do you think the Rite failed?" Dr Magdaleno's Log 15/06/2020 Lucid moment today. I broke protocol - again - and played chess with Jim for the second time. He wasn't up to making his own board this time, so I just had the board set up on my side of the glass while Jim looked in on it, so at least I didn't do anything too stupid. I was trying to cheer him up, just to take his mind off his condition, but in the end, Jim had to cheer me up. The cognitive problems are creeping into his lucid moments: Jim understands chess and he remembers me, but he couldn't recall which side he was playing as, and he couldn't predict even the simplest manoeuvres - to the point he seemed surprised when my first pawn captured his after a full turn's notice. I was so miserable, even Jim noticed. Next thing I knew, he'd started transforming into the most ridiculous shapes he could think of, just to get a laugh out of me - inflating his nose to the size of a basketball, giving himself penguin flippers instead of hands, turning his lower body into a wobbly stack of books… It was funny, sure, but it wasn't him. His personality's changed so much: he's not the quiet, polite introvert we took in when he arrived. He's losing inhibitions along with the gauge on his mood, and it's only going to get worse. All I can ask is this: when is this going to end? How is it going to end? Am I actually going to have to watch him die? Incident Report 20/06/2020: At 7:00 AM, SCP-7955 began shapeshifting in its sleep, repeatedly muttering the words "Teacher" and "Soup" as it did so. Despite the apparent volatility of this sleep state, SCP-7955 could not be roused by any of the observing research personnel. After forty-five minutes of uninterrupted distress, Dr Magdaleno became concerned and called for medical attention. Dr Bromley was summoned and asked to examine SCP-7955 for any recognizable signs of illness. In clear violation of safety protocols, Dr Magdaleno insisted that he and Bromley conduct the examination at close range without first restraining the patient. During this examination, SCP-7955 awoke, failed to recognize its carers, and panicked. In the ensuing confrontation, SCP-7955 backed itself into a corner of the cell, assuming several large shapes in rapid succession (including a grizzly bear, a seven-foot-tall tarantula, and a combine harvester). As it made no attempt to actually attack Drs Magdaleno and Bromley in any of these forms, this was likely an intimidation display. A security team was summoned to the cell, and though none of them were able to get close enough to attack SCP-7955 directly due to its "flailing hands, claws, tentacles, and whatever else", once it was in a form small enough to be effectively targeted, they were able to fire a net gun and successfully pin SCP-7955 to the ground until it had once again exhausted itself into submission. - Close + Late-Stage Records - Close AUDIO LOG TRANSCRIPT DATE: 18/06/2020 NOTE: Autocommunication recorded at midnight, while SCP-7955 was pretending to be asleep. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7955: Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. Don't recognize it. Any of it. They've got me again. Any minute now, the first of those old bastards will appear from behind the corner and tell me how disappointed they are, and then… another pot of soup to prolong the Elders even further. Muffled sound of footsteps from outside the cell. SCP-7955 whimpers. SCP-7955: What if they've remembered how to bind the Children? Teacher said that their best thaumaturges took it to the grave or the road. What if she was wrong? If they remember, they'll bind me, then they'll wait until I'm soup and drink me like the other Inheritors. (low, keening whine) No, no, no, no… Doesn't matter. Need to focus. Need shapes. Need to focus on shapes. Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. A "hissing" sound can be heard, identified by staff as the sound of SCP-7955 shapeshifting. Quantity of sounds indicates multiple transformations in rapid succession, SCP-7955's voice changing to match each new form SCP-7955: No, no, no, no. Yes? No. Maybe. Can't focus. Can't find the words. My head… cracking open… or is it just my imagination? (growls) One good turn deserves another. We agreed on that. I did as much as I could. Chip and chisel, chip and chisel. And now Marcus knows where the others are and how to help them. Surely that's enough… surely, surely, surely not! Sounds of bedsheets being flung aside and torn. SCP-7955: (pained whimper) Oh god, I want to go home. Don't know where home is. No. Home's not home. Full of people who know you're always wrong, always abnormal, always sinful. "You don't feel that way, dear, you're just confused. Remember what the bishop told you: it's just a phase, you'll grow out of it. There, there, you won't have to think about that boy ever again." Muffled sounds of movement, followed by the sound of something heavy impacting the floor SCP-7955: (in a child's voice) Teacher… what did you say to me before I was baptized? I can't remember. You said something about Gwion and Taliesin. Did you say that, or did I just dream it? Was I big or little when I met you? Did I meet you at all? (sobs) Mummy… I'm scared… SCP-7955 can be heard crying for the next seventy seconds before falling silent. NOTE: SCP-7955 was found hiding under its bed the following morning. It had not left its hiding place even to make use of the toilet and had soiled itself several times as a result. Due to a combination of paranoia and the general decay of its physical coordination, it needed to be helped into the shower cubicle. [END LOG] Dr Magdaleno's Log 25/06/2020 He's barely even eating now. On the rare occasions when he can remember to eat outside of a lucid moment, he thinks we've poisoned his food. Amanda keeps having to eat some of it herself just to prove that it's safe. Worse still, he's starting to lose manual coordination, so Amanda's had to essentially spoon-feed him. Most of the time, he's too disoriented to care about this, but after spending breakfast and lunch almost completely disengaged from reality, he had another lucid moment at dinner this evening. It took about a minute of fruitlessly trying to reach for his knife and fork before he realized that spoon-feeding was essential. He spent the rest of the meal in silent tears. Amanda later told me that it was "hard to watch," and I can't blame her: she probably thought her work with the Foundation would be a whirlwind of discovery and danger, not this. Incident Report 01/07/2020: After a supervised test of its abilities outside of its cell at 2:30 PM, SCP-7955 became accidentally separated from Research Assistant Teo during an unrelated containment breach (later proven to be a false alarm). After on-site security was re-established, SCP-7955's clothes were found intact some distance away, indicating that it had either shrunk out of them or removed them of its own accord. Following a twenty-minute search of the complex, SCP-7955 was found wandering alone through the corridors, in human form and completely naked, repeatedly muttering "hound, otter, hawk, hen, death". When approached by Dr Magdaleno and Research Assistant Teo, SCP-7955 was heard to say, "she can tell me who I was and why I changed, but I can't find her again." SCP-7955 was then given a blanket and led back to its cell without any further incident. AUDIO LOG DATE: 23/07/2020, 13:44 AM NOTE: Transcript of conversation between Dr Bromley and Dr Magdaleno concerning SCP-7955's health. In the background, SCP-7955 is sitting unresponsive in its chair, staring vacantly at its notes and seemingly oblivious to everything around it. On occasion, it shudders as if in pain and transforms. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Magdaleno: Can't we do anything for him? I'm pretty sure those transformations aren't voluntary anymore. Dr Bromley: Well, we've made it as comfortable as possible, but that's all we can do. We're not dealing with any ordinary form of dementia: this isn't something we can delay with medication. Dr Magdaleno: I know, I know. I just wish there was something else we could do for the poor guy. I mean… it just feels like such a waste. Dr Bromley: I imagine it would, considering all you've been through together. Dr Magdaleno: What's that supposed to mean? Dr Bromley: Come on, Marcus, you don't need to pretend you're not close to 7955. I don't place any judgements on this kind of thing - not with the subject in this condition. Dr Magdaleno: (sighs) God almighty, is it really that obvious? Dr Bromley: Given that you almost got me killed by carrying out an in-person checkup in clear violation of protocol, I'd say it's your worst-kept secret yet. Like I said, I don't judge. Speaking as a doctor, I'd recommend not getting this emotionally close to a terminal patient, but that's not what's worrying me, though. Do you remember what it said in the last interview? The last coherent interview, I mean. Dr Magdaleno: Lydia, I only told you about that because I wanted to know about the possibility of delusional recollection. He said it could have been a dream, and he's suffering from dementia anyway- Dr Bromley: But even so, there's every chance it could have been a real memory. Why are you so doubtful? Dr Magdaleno: I know it seems silly after everything I've seen at the Foundation, but to be brutally honest, Jim's testimony and notes don't make much sense even by our standards. For one thing, if these Children of Proteus can convert people into new shapeshifters - and all the converts end up with dementia - how could they have possibly kept themselves secret? Why is this the first time we've heard of them? Dr Bromley: I admit, 7955 isn't good at keeping itself hidden. But maybe they don't all convert people, and this "Teacher" is an outlier of the species. Perhaps the rest have been living and breeding in secret the natural way ever since they came to be. Dr Magdaleno: And that's another thing: why the secrecy? Why the isolation? The shapeshifters we've contained are usually one-of-a-kind, or part of a dying breed, or horribly weakened in some way… so if the Children of Proteus really are still as powerful as advertised and still viable as a species, why are they hiding? Why are they isolated, even from each other? SCP-7955: Fear. Dr Magdaleno: Jesus Christ, Jim, what the fuck- Dr Bromley: Shhh! Look at its eyes: it's halfway lucid again. SCP-7955: Why do you think these shapeshifters are called the Children of Proteus - and not the Children of Zeus or Loki or the Morrigan? Because they aren't lustful, mischievous, or warmongering. They are like Proteus: they are neutral. They are solitary. They are afraid. Dr Magdaleno: Of what? Of humans? SCP-7955: Of everything. Dr Magdaleno: What's that supposed to mean? SCP-7955: …how do you work at the Foundation and not realize what kind of world you live in, Marcus? The cosmic nightmares, the malignant godlings, the insane societies at war, the hordes of monsters beyond counting, the doomsdays upon doomsdays… there's so much that can't be stopped, so many things that could end everything, even in the better worlds that some have envisioned- Dr Magdaleno: Hang on, "better worlds"? What are you talking about, Jim? SCP-7955: The Children must stay hidden! My Teacher wanted to stay hidden, but the Disciples caught her sleeping, made her into a convertor with their binding runes. They didn't care that the binding was flawed, would make blank slates of the Inheritors, because all they wanted was soup… the soup, the immortal soup… (unintelligible) Dr Bromley: Goddammit, we're losing him again. SCP-7955: Now the scars have faded… now the Inheritors are all rejected by the process, useless to the Elders. (high-pitched laughter) No soup can be made! The Rite poisons the Inheritors, the transformations made fatal! Their eyes eat the body and the mind eats the eyes and all dissolves into meaningless meat… (unintelligible) [END LOG] Dr Magdaleno's Log 18/08/2020 Jim is almost constantly shapeshifting now. As far as I can tell, he doesn't have the power to stop anymore: he hasn't reverted to human form in more than seventy-two hours, and every single minute of the last three days has been spent in an endless state of transformation, one form endlessly flowing into the next - even when he's asleep. In fact, he's shapeshifting so much that we've stopped bothering to dress him because he's always bursting out of his clothes or shrinking out of them. Feeding him now requires us to aim a spoon into one of the dozens of mouths he sprouts on a regular basis and hope that he has enough of a working stomach to get at least some nutrition out of it. As far as I can tell, he no longer comprehends speech, writing, or even simple gestures. He can barely speak: his best attempts at communication consist of an unending stream of word salad - random phrases borrowed from half-remembered conversations in dozens of different voices. He can't even recite his usual hound-otter-hawk mantra anymore, and with good reason. He can remember nothing apart from his library of shapes. Everyone is a stranger to him, he doesn't recognize the photographs we took of his default form, and every single memory test we've given him is flunked from beginning to end. Same goes for tests of logic and basic cognition: he can't even navigate the simplest of mazes. When he's capable of walking, he's aimlessly circling the room, feeling his way across the walls like he's trying to read Braile without knowing what it means. Even his lucid moments don't do much for him anymore: all he can do is ask "Who am I? Who was I?" in an endless loop until he slips back into cognitive oblivion. I don't know if I can keep doing this. Every day Jim gets worse and every day I feel worse. Why hasn't the Site Director reprimanded me for loss of objectivity? Why haven't the O5s reassigned me yet? They should know I've gotten too close, that I'm emotionally compromised. They know I've discussed other SCPs with Jim in clear violation of the rules. They know I've made stupid mistakes that could have gotten people killed. So why can't they take the decision out of my hands and spare me the guilt of requesting a transfer - and abandoning my friend? Why can't they just send me away? - Close + Neutralization - Close AUDIO LOG DATE: 13/10/2020, 03:00 AM NOTE: For several hours prior to this recording, audio equipment in SCP-7955's cell registers several unknown sounds. Some have been identified as the signature hiss of SCP-7955 shapeshifting and the sounds of crayon on paper, but most remain undetermined. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Magdaleno: Amanda, I've been asleep for a grand total of two hours. Short of a XK-class scenario, what could possibly be so important you needed to wake me up at this godawful hour of the night? Research Assistant Teo: Just get in there, dammit, we don't know how much longer this will last! Dr Magdaleno: How much longer what will la- Jim! SCP-7955: Morning, Marcus. Good to see you again. Dr Magdaleno: I… you're… I… SCP-7955: Please sit down, Marcus, you look like you're going to have an aneurysm. Dr Magdaleno: But… but… this can't be just a moment of lucidity: you're upright and talking in complete sentences and able to remember us and… SCP-7955: Terminal lucidity.7 I saw it happen with the Inheritors, though I didn't recognize it at the time. Now I suppose it's my turn. Dr Magdaleno: You're dying? But of what? Dr Bromley says you're perfectly healthy as far as any of us can tell. SCP-7955: Physically, yes. Mentally… it's more like substitution than health. Dr Magdaleno: But what… oh. You're referring to the mutations in your brain tissue. You're no longer just deteriorating, are you? You're almost fully converted. SCP-7955: It's like antique software on a new computer. You can try to run the old, old O/S for a while, maybe even force the odd spark of functionality out of it, but unless you know how to accommodate the old within the new, you've got to accept the upgrade sooner or later. And right now, my mind is nothing but obsolete software ready to be deleted. Dr Magdaleno: (quietly) Brain death, then. So… what happens when there's no more brain activity to maintain basic control of your ability to shapeshift? Will it be coma or… SCP-7955: There's a reason why I asked Amanda to bring me this fish tank. I'm not sure if I'm slated for real death or just death-of-the-self, but the end results are the same: I'm not going to be talking to anyone ever again, Marcus. I'll just be… protean matter gone inert. Dr Magdaleno: So it's coma or death, then. Permanent coma, so it'll mean death eventually anyway. SCP-7955: Well, maybe so… but us shapeshifters live for a very, very long time. My Teacher under the mountain was already centuries-old when Ur was built, and from what she told me, she's not even the oldest one alive. So, if this is just a permanent coma, I won't die for a good long while yet. In fact, we can still have a chat every now and again, if you like. It's… just going to be a bit quiet on my end from now on. Dr Magdaleno: (voice cracking) How the hell can you joke about this?! How can you be so calm when you're about to… to… (pauses for breath) SCP-7955: …sorry. I've never been good when it comes to comedy, but… I thought I might try to cheer you up. Dr Magdaleno: Some things you can't even joke about, Jim. SCP-7955: I know. So… I guess this is goodbye. Ten-second pause. Dr Magdaleno: …I… I don't know what to say. I don't know if I'm grateful for the opportunity to say goodbye or not. SCP-7955: It's alright, Marcus. This isn't a tragedy, not really. After all, Taliesin wouldn't have been anything if Gwion hadn't been eaten alive. Dr Magdaleno: …are you sure you're still lucid? SCP-7955: (chuckles) Just something that my Teacher told me. But that's a bit off-topic. You see, I finally remember why I became a shapeshifter, and now I know for a fact that this is what I wanted all along. Dr Magdaleno: You're going to have to explain that one to me, Jim, because it's still not making sense. I mean, I know you wanted us to help the other cultists, but that can't actually be why- SCP-7955: I could have escaped the church in any way I pleased, but in the end, I wanted to change. So, I had my own private Rite of the Shining Brow and simply flew away. It took a few weeks of rambling to find someone I thought would be able to help them, and even longer to remember everything you needed to hear, but it worked out in the end. All in all, I'm happy. Dr Magdaleno: Even though it ends like this? Even though you're going to die no matter how you interpret the results? How can you be happy with what happened after all the horror you suffered because of it? SCP-7955: Because I was warned that this would happen if I chose to become one of the Children of Proteus… and because I chose this. Five-second pause. SCP-7955: Becoming a shapeshifter was the first real choice I made in my entire life, Marcus. Up until then, I just… drifted. I kept my head down, I followed orders, and I let people tell me who I was, and what I should expect from my life. Even when I got dissatisfied and tried to do something different, I just found someone else to boss me around, because deep down, I believed that people more confident than me would always be right. How do you think I joined a cult in the first place? Dr Magdaleno: (bitterly) And this Teacher of yours gave you that first choice by telling you to become a shapeshifter? Is that it? SCP-7955: Far from it: I had to do a favour for her before she'd even consider helping with the Rite. No, all she did was tell me the truth about the Disciples… and that was when I realized for the first time just how much of my life I'd wasted. Dr Magdaleno: And you never thought of going back to civilization to recover your life? You didn't even consider it? I… I mean, you basically committed suicide! You had a chance for a normal, happy life and-and-and you just wasted it without even giving it the slightest bit of thought? And don't say "what's normal?" Jim, I'm not in the mood for rhetorical flourishes. SCP-7955: (chuckling) Are you angry because you believe I threw my life away in exchange for shapeshifting powers, or are you angry because you were hoping for your version of a happy ending - instead of my version? Dr Magdaleno: Both! When I stepped into this room, I actually thought you'd completely recovered. Next thing I know, you tell me that I have to say goodbye to you after all! And then you say you wanted it this way all along! Why wouldn't I be angry? SCP-7955: Fair enough. But you have to understand this: I didn't have a life back then. Dr Magdaleno: Melodramatic bullshit, Jim. SCP-7955: I already told you about the cycle I'd been trapped in. What life was I supposed to recover? I'd have another thirty years of being drowned out by every voice louder than a whisper, and after a few months of that… well, I'd probably be in a cult again, right back to following the orders like a good little soldier. That's not life, Marcus. Back in the bad old days, I didn't even have the presence of mind to consider my own feelings for the fifteen years I was with the Disciples, and when I finally did, you know what I found? Hissing sounds, indicating rapid shapeshifting SCP-7955: I hated myself. I hated my body, my thoughts, the years I'd squandered, and all the times I'd encouraged people to be as conformist as I was. So, I made a choice that nobody told me to make. Now, I'm whoever I want to be - any age, any sex, any species, any object. Even if my life as a Child of Proteus ends in dementia and an early grave, I don't regret a second of the happiness I experienced because of it, because it was my decision. Pause. Hissing sounds gradually subside. Dr Magdaleno: …I think I understand, Jim. Thank you. SCP-7955: (shudders) Ah. Here we go. Dr Magdaleno: Now? But- SCP-7955: Can't delay it a moment longer. When we're called to go, we must. Ahhh… (shivers) Thank you both for looking after me. And… thank you for being my friend, Marcus, not that either of us were expecting it. Please don't cry. If it's any consolation, I think you're sick to death of my little mantra by now, am I right? Dr Magdaleno: (laughs weakly) It did get on my nerves, yes. SCP-7955: Might as well try something else, then, just for the occasion. (sigh) Hare. Fish. Bird. Grain… Taliesin. Sound of rushing water. Silence. [END LOG] Dr Magdaleno's Log 13/10/2020 - FINAL ENTRY Barely had enough time to dry my eyes before getting hauled off to the Site Director's office for the creepiest phone call I've had all year. This is the first time I've been officially debriefed by the O5 Council, and frankly, I'd prefer it if there weren't any encores. But on the upside, I finally know why I was allowed to look after Jim for so long without anyone protesting my lack of professionalism. In fact, that "unprofessionally empathic streak" was exactly why I was assigned to SCP-7955in the first place. Don't know whether to feel insulted, used, or just plain miserable about it. Probably all three. The O5s didn't want objectivity in this case, and they didn't want clinical detachment. They wanted more than what Jim would be willing to tell us, even while fully lucid. They wanted someone who could bond with SCP-7955 on an emotional level, someone who could sympathize with him, even consider him a friend. They wanted to establish trust, so that if he was ever lucid enough to spill the full extent of his secrets, he'd share them with me. Well, it worked: Jim left a huge stockpile of papers for me, completed just before I was called to the scene. He gave me everything - names, dates, addresses, sketches of the cult members, impressions of the binding runes, things he found in the Elders' occult library, everything. There were even things unnecessary to his mission, including descriptions of the weirder things in the cult's collection (probably what the O5s really wanted). True, he couldn't provide a location for the church - apparently, he was drugged and blindfolded for every journey there - but he saw the area from the sky when he escaped, enough of it to give us some ballpark coordinates. I seriously hope the O5s don't expect me to congratulate them for this clever plan of theirs. They want my log confiscated so it can be entered into official records. They're welcome to it, as far as I'm concerned. There's still more work to do, especially with a possible raid on the Disciple's headquarters in the cards and an after-action report to write up… and if anyone actually thinks I'm going to be the one doing it after everything that's happened today, they can go fuck themselves. Aristaios can handle the rest of this assignment, and I know he wants it from the way he's been sniffing around my notes. I know I'm going to catch hell for waving the white flag at this stage, but right now, I can't bring myself to give a shit anymore. Note: Following the confiscation of this log, Dr Marcus Magdaleno was placed on administrative leave pending a full psychological evaluation. Dr Quentin Aristaios was reassigned to the concluding study of SCP-7955 as Magdaleno's substitute. - Research Assistant Teo - Close + Final Report (23/11/2020) - Close Thorough analysis has confirmed that SCP-7955's neurodegenerative condition has reached its logical conclusion, resulting in a total loss of all higher and lower brain functions. In keeping with the acceleration of its polymorphic traits, it was able to achieve a liquid form before expiring, and now exists in the form of two hundred litres of sea water, currently contained in an aquarium tank. Extensive testing reveals no brain functions, no signs of life, and no anomalous phenomena: SCP-7955 is now chemically identical to ordinary sea water. SCP-7955's final notes were determined to contain sufficient strategic data to justify a search for the Disciples of Cerridwen the Angel. The underground church it mentioned was eventually located in a previously unknown cave network under Bannau Brycheiniog National Park, Wales, and raided on 20/10/2020. Ninety-seven members of the cult were apprehended with little violence, the Disciples having apparently expended most of their mundane and anomalous resources some months prior. Unfortunately, the Elders of the cult could not be captured alive, all ten of them having taken fatal doses of cyanide before Foundation operatives could breach their private chambers. However, the stockpile of occult literature and the numerous anomalous items found among the dead Elders' possessions has more than justified the cost of this raid. One of the more pertinent finds was the iron cauldron that the Elders used to distribute the cyanide amongst themselves. Analysis of old stains at the base and rim of the cauldron has uncovered traces of DNA similar to that of SCP-7955, likely accumulated over several decades of use in cooking. Given that autopsies have confirmed that the Elders were in remarkable good health despite their extreme old age at the time of their deaths, we can now confirm SCP-7955's claims of his fellow Inheritors being consumed post-mortem as "immortality soup". The surviving members of the Disciples are currently being treated for long-term psychological abuse in care facilities under Foundation control. At present, they are being encouraged to believe that anything paranormal they might have witnessed was faked by the Elders (amnestics were judged unnecessary in this case, as the last openly anomalous event known to them occurred more than fifteen years ago). However, no trace of the polymorphic entity SCP-7955 referred to as "Teacher" could be found, and the area where she was supposedly imprisoned had been unoccupied for some time. Psychological analysis suggests that SCP-7955 may have simply imagined her, though it is equally likely that "Teacher" had already escaped by the time of our arrival, as most of the binding runes around the site had degraded to the point that only trace activity could be detected, while others had been defaced (likely via hammer and chisel). As no evidence currently exists to contradict SCP-7955's claims concerning the compulsive isolationism of its fellow polymorphs, we can declare Teacher and the other "Children of Proteus" to be effectively contained of their own volition, and therefore of no concern to the Foundation until proven otherwise. With all this in mind, the interrogation and study of SCP-7955 has been a success. No further research will need to be expended on it, and all investigations into individuals, organizations, or phenomena connected to it are now officially defunct. SCP-7955 has been reclassed as "Neutralized," and with its remains of no further scientific value, they will be disposed of in accordance with standard protocols for potentially hazardous waste. - Dr Quentin Aristaios (standing in for Dr Marcus Magdaleno) - Close + Addendum 7955-1 (23/11/2020) - Close WARNING: THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS RESTRICTED TO PROJECT THETIS EXECUTIVE STAFF ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT PROJECT THETIS EXECUTIVE CREDENTIALS OR AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. PROJECT THETIS EXECUTIVE CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED To the esteemed members of the O5 Council, At the start of my investigation, I was convinced that SCP-7955's liquid remains were inert and without any sign of anomalous activity. However, observation has since revealed that, far from being inactive, the "remains" are still demonstrating signs of life. The liquid will occasionally move of its own accord, resulting in ripples and waves independent of air currents, and though it has made no attempt to escape its tank, these sudden movements are showing no sign of ceasing after weeks of observation. In other words, it has no brain activity (inasmuch as a mass of liquid can be said to have a brain) but it still has enough functional nerves to possess unconscious reflexes. More importantly, this liquid has also begun to demonstrate rudimentary polymorphic activity, forming primitive tendrils and teeth and reabsorbing them back into its mass just as quickly. SCP-7955's polymorphic traits are still of value to the Foundation, especially its potential longevity and its ability to generate and subtract mass at will. I know there is little place for baseless conjecture in our research, but I must admit that some of SCP-7955's more conspicuous references to "Gwion and Taliesin" also brought to mind other possibilities (though these remain purely theoretical for the time being). Furthermore, we now have a second chance to study a rare and powerful metamorphic phenomenon, but this time without any of the attendant risks or setbacks. Most of the true shapeshifters we have in containment at this time are either openly hostile to human life or at the very least potential threats, while SCP-7955 was a neurotic, dementia-addled invalid of limited utility, and even the fabled Children of Proteus are on record as being too insular and cowardly to be cooperative. By contrast, SCP-7955's remains offer all the research benefits with none of the drawbacks. Whatever we can call this liquid at present, it has no personality, memories, intellect, and (most importantly) no capacity to resist our experiments, making it ideal for unimpeded research. The only known barrier to experimentation that exists at present is the potential for bias among researchers, as knowledge of the test subject's origins and testimony might adversely affect our results if personnel believe that they know what to expect. Similarly, Dr Magdaleno and Research Assistant Teo may pose a considerable security risk if they were ever to become aware of the true nature and whereabouts of SCP-7955's remains. I therefore request permission to keep SCP-7955 classified as "Neutralized", while its liquid form is made the exclusive subject of a new and strictly confidential research project. What remains of our Child of Proteus represents an unprecedented opportunity, esteemed O5s: I humbly recommend we make the most of it. Sincerely, Dr Quentin Aristaios Permission granted. With our authorization and the blessing of the Ethics Committee, Project Thetis is now officially active. - O5██ Footnotes 1. As a result of its neurodegenerative condition, SCP-7955 often forgot to eat. 2. In one case, an attempt to disguise itself as a chair during initial testing resulted in a swivel chair made of human muscle, bone, and cartilage. 3. Painkiller-resistant headaches are now believed to be a side-effect of polymorphic dementia, the result of inflammation in the wake of successive alterations to the brain. 4. Tests of SCP-7955's physiology confirms heightened levels of endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin in its blood during transformation. 5. Based on this premise, "Lebbaeus" is presumably a reference to one of the aliases of Saint Jude the Apostle, also known as Thaddeus or Jude of James. 6. SCP-7955's notes suggest that the Elders often drugged "difficult" recruits so that they could "meditate on the story of Cerridwen and Taliesin" in the Elders' private apartments. 7. A state of restored cognitive function experienced by some sufferers of severe neurological disorders shortly before death. |
SCP-7955 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-7955 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7955's liquid remains have been sealed in a 200-litre hazardous waste drum and transferred to a mundane treatment facility. With no anomalous traits having been detected as of 23/11/2020, these remains can be disposed of without risk of potential contamination. PREVIOUS CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES Close SCP-7955 is to be contained at Site 44 in a modified humanoid containment cell with a shatterproof glass observation window and an airtight door. The air vents are to be fitted with metal shutters and internal filters. SCP-7955 is allowed a bed, a chair, a desk, a shower cubicle, and a toilet. SCP-7955 is allowed access to books, writing paper, and crayons on request. These items should only be removed from the cell if SCP-7955 is in its default form and in full view of staff. The cell interior is to be subject to 24/7 audiovisual recording, both to monitor SCP-7955's transformations and to ensure that any important information communicated while talking to itself is not lost. SCP-7955 must be personally supervised at all times to ensure that it does not become confused and endanger itself over the course of its daily testing regimen. It also must be reminded to eat meals, attend to personal grooming, and dress itself in the clothes provided for it. In the event that SCP-7955 attempts to escape, it can be easily detected by involuntary errors in its disguises and will rarely be able to convincingly imitate human mannerisms. However, if it becomes aggressive during efforts to placate or recapture it, security personnel are to maintain a distance of at least two meters to avoid warning strikes while restraining it. The most reliable known method of subduing SCP-7955 is to pin it to the ground with heavy nets, social distancing clamps, and long catch poles, allowing personnel to remain out of reach until SCP-7955 exhausts both its stamina and its repertoire of shapes. After this, SCP-7955 can be carried back to its cell without resistance. Description: Prior to 13/10/2020, SCP-7955 was a 38-year-old male humanoid, biologically human to all mundane tests. In its default form, it exhibited a total height of 170 cm and a below-average weight of 45 kilograms1, along with olive skin, lobeless ears, and a bald head. Pre and postmortem attempts to trace its origins were stymied by the fact that the only name it could remember (Brother Lebbaeus) was a pseudonym. SCP-7955 possessed polymorphic traits that allowed it to assume a wide variety of forms, including humanoids, animals, and inanimate objects. However, it could not become liquids or gasses during its time in containment, nor could it mimic clothing in its humanoid form, and due to its neurodegenerative condition, most of SCP-7955's shapes exhibited noticeable errors.2 SCP-7955 was afflicted with a unique and rapidly advancing form of dementia, the symptoms of which included progressive memory loss, disorientation, emotional disturbance, and general cognitive decay. MRI scans and SCP-7955's testimony confirmed that its neurological health was inversely proportional to the strength of its polymorphic traits: advancing mutations in its brain allowed it a greater range of ability, but also degraded healthy brain tissue, resulting in progressively more advanced symptoms of dementia. At the time of its discovery, SCP-7955 was in the early-to-middle stages of the condition, but it rapidly declined over the course of the following weeks, eventually leading to its neutralization. Discovery Log: SCP-7955 was first encountered on 10/03/2020, in a remote coastal region of Caithness, Scotland, where it was observed emerging from the ocean in mid-transformation by local fishermen (who then contacted the authorities). Once mass hysteria was eliminated as a possible cause, the Foundation was contacted in order to avert any potential danger to the public. Foundation agents arrived in the area on 15/03/2020, amnesticized witnesses, and began attempts to capture the entity. Within twenty-four hours, agents discovered a distinctive trail of footprints leading across a deserted beach, each print clearly belonging to a different animal. Following the trail eventually led agents to a crude burrow dug under one of the neighbouring cliffs, where SCP-7955 was found in human form, naked and without possessions except for a few stolen scraps of food. Initially attempting to flee the area in various forms, SCP-7955 was pinned to the ground with a net thrown by Agent Lothson, and exhausted itself while shapeshifting in a panicked attempt to escape. It was easily restrained soon after. Following its capture, SCP-7955 did not resist any of the agents escorting it to containment, complying with all orders and making no attempt to fight or flee. However, it remained uncommunicative for the next ten hours, presumably out of fear, as it often transformed into inanimate objects when agents attempted to ask it a question. SCP-7955's first attempt at speech was to request medical attention, as it was reportedly suffering from a severe headache and the painkillers that it had stolen from various tourists over the last few days were no longer working3. Upon realizing the nature of the Foundation, it claimed to have important data to share, though disorientation and memory loss made this information difficult to communicate. Following standard medical tests and preliminary analysis of its polymorphic traits, interviews to ascertain the nature of SCP-7955's information began soon after. + Preliminary Records - Close Interviewed: SCP-7955 Interviewer: Dr Marcus Magdaleno Foreword: Interview commences forty-eight hours after initial containment at Site 44. SCP-7955 spends the first minute of this interview anxiously twiddling its thumbs, unable to make eye contact. <Begin Log, 10:00 AM, 20/03/2020> Dr Magdaleno: Good morning, SCP-7955. SCP-7955: (coughs nervously) Er… good morning. Pleased to meet you, doctor…? Dr Magdaleno: Magdaleno. I was hoping that you could tell me about your past and your abilities… and about the important information you wanted to share. SCP-7955: After all the tests, I'm pretty sure you know my capabilities better than I do, and if you've seen my MRI scans, you know my memories are full of holes. (as it twiddles its thumbs, it sprouts two additional digits, then absently erases them) Dr Magdaleno: Then let's talk about what you can remember, shall we? Can you recall the source of your abilities? Were you born a shapeshifter or were you human? SCP-7955: As far as I can remember, I started out as a human. I had parents, older brothers and sisters, a normal education, and for a while, a job. But other than that, my memories from that time are just blurry snapshots. I can remember my parents, for example, but I don't remember what they looked like, and whenever I try… well, it's like the faces have been scratched out of the family photos, if that makes sense. Dr Magdaleno: What about your appearance? Has that remained consistent, or is this just another form you've chosen as a default? SCP-7955: I'm… reasonably sure this is my original shape. I think. I mean, I've taken on a huge number of forms in the last month: fish and birds, mostly, but I also tried out a few human disguises and even the shape of a car - not my finest hour, that. But this is the one form I had before I started shapeshifting, about three to four weeks ago. Dr Magdaleno: Can you recall what was happening during the preceding period of time? SCP-7955: I remember living in an underground church, deep beneath a mountain, a home for the… the Disciples of Cerridwen the Angel. Communal barracks for the rank and file. Private apartments for the Elders of the church. Dr Magdaleno: Do you remember how long you were there for? SCP-7955: Fifteen years… I think. I recall I'd been living there ever since I sold my house to pay my tithes. Then… (pauses for thought) I'm sorry, doctor, it's sometimes hard to find the words. They slip through my fingers the moment I grasp them. Dr Magdaleno: It's alright, 7955, take your time. SCP-7955: Thank you. (pause) I remember there were other shapeshifters created by the Disciples. "The Inheritors of the Angel's blessing", we called them. I only saw them once when I first joined the cult, but once was enough. Dr Magdaleno: And what did these Inheritors do in the cult? SCP-7955: They were the miracles that kept people donating their salaries to the Elders. They told us that if we sacrificed everything of ourselves, we would become worthy of the Rite of the Shining Brow and be Inheritors just like them: immortal, innocent, and free. But after the first time I saw them, they stopped appearing. Dr Magdaleno: Why was that? SCP-7955: The Elders claimed that the Rite of the Shining Brow no longer worked because the Angel Cerridwen was punishing us for our weakness. And that was just the way it was from then on: no big rewards, no miracles, just hard labour and tithes and endless sermons. Dr Magdaleno: But that would make you the first member of the Disciples to have a successful Rite in fifteen years. What changed? Why did it work for you? SCP-7955: …I… I don't remember. I'm not even sure if I took the Rite. But I remember straying into a part of the church that the Elders had declared off-limits years ago and finding this… this… this underground lake the size of a stadium. Dr Magdaleno: Do you believe that was where this Rite was traditionally performed? SCP-7955: Maybe. There were all these weird angular symbols cut into the walls, so there had to be something ritual about it. I don't remember why, but I found myself plunged into the lake itself, sinking deeper and deeper, feeling the water forcing its way up my nose and down my throat. But I didn't drown - I couldn't drown. And the weirdest thing was, I wasn't afraid: I was at peace, even as I sank… it was… I… (gasps, clutching head) oh god, not again… Dr Magdaleno: We can stop now, if you need to take a break. SCP-7955: Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. (transforms accordingly with every word, finally assuming the form of a skeleton before returning to normal) Dr Magdaleno: I beg your pardon? SCP-7955: Just something to help keep my thoughts in order. Please, let's continue. If I stop now, I might forget more while I'm recovering. I don't want to be useless to you. Dr Magdaleno: I think you've told me more than enough for today. Besides, maybe there's another way we can help each other in the meantime… <End Log> Dr Magdaleno's Log 20/03/2020 Shortly after it recovered, I decided to provide SCP-7955 with crayons and paper so it could record any information that might be lost to advancing dementia between interviews. 7955 appeared grateful, but somewhat vacant, as if not sure how to respond. Troubling, given that inflexibility and loss of interest in new activities are both possible symptoms of dementia. After an hour of inactivity, SCP-7955 produced at least twenty pages of material, even growing tentacles to work on multiple papers at the same time. It won't show any of the material to me, though, and starts losing eye-contact whenever I try to persuade it to share some of the notes. Not sure if that's due to dementia, or if it's just a bit of an introvert. - Close + Early-Stage Records - Close Follow-Up Interview <Begin Log, AM, 25/03/2020> SCP-7955: Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. Dr Magdaleno: How did you learn you had this… shapeshifting-induced dementia? SCP-7955: (checks notes) I'd seen it before in the Inheritors, but the Elders told us it was just "divine innocence" at work. The Rite had made them like Adam and Eve, they claimed - blissful and childlike. None of us knew they were losing their minds. Dr Magdaleno: Why were they "blissful," though? No offense, but you don't exactly fit the description. SCP-7955: It's a side-effect of shapeshifting. At first, every transformation triggers this wave of raw, unadulterated pleasure that just… lights up your brain.4 For the first week or two, it's beyond euphoric: if you can't keep yourself focussed, it's easy to lose yourself in it and run wild… which might explain how I ended up in bloody Caithness, come to think of it. The bliss eventually fades, but it never really goes away. I still get warm and fuzzy feelings when I shapeshift. Dr Magdaleno: I can see how that would hide the dementia, but why didn't people notice that something was wrong once the euphoria wore off? SCP-7955: Simple: the Elders locked the Inheritors away once the symptoms of dementia became obvious and told everyone they'd left to enjoy the world. (Several keyholes appear across his skin, then vanish) I think there was something else that happened after they died, but I can't remember what. Dr Magdaleno: But if all this was hidden from the rank and file, how did you find out about it? SCP-7955: (hesitates) Someone told me… something about soup… (shudders) Dr Magdaleno: Soup? SCP-7955: (ten-second pause) What's your name? Dr Magdaleno: Please don't change the subject. SCP-7955: I'm just asking… I mean, if you've been officially assigned to contain and study me, I might as well know your full name. Dr Magdaleno: If you’d taken a good look at my ID card, you'd already know that it's "Marcus." Also, please don't take this the wrong way, but if you want me to call you by your name, "Brother Lebbaeus" is a bit of a mouthful. SCP-7955: "Brother Lebbaeus" was just my name among the Disciples. You see, we were all given new names, most of them from saints - John, Mary, Paul, Theresa, Matthias…5 Dr Magdaleno: And you don't remember your original name, do you? SCP-7955: (sheepishly) No. But maybe you can think of something else. Dr Magdaleno: How about "Jim"? SCP-7955: (smiles shyly) Jim it is, then. <End Log> Dr Magdaleno's Log 25/03/2020 So stupid of me. I knew it was a feint to get me to veer off-topic, and I took the bait anyway. Why? Was it because I was feeling sorry for it? Was it because I realized that talking about this "soup" upset it, or because I thought it couldn't remember it entirely? I just know the rest of the research team are going to get cheeky about it - especially Aristaios, assuming he's not jockeying for a crack at an interview. Well, SCP-7955 is definitely declining, that's for sure. It might have only needed to check its notes once, but that's bad enough: yesterday, it had the facts in his head, and now it needs to brief himself to remember its own past - what little it has left. Hopefully, the most traumatic of the recollections are over, and Jim won’t put himself under any more stress in these interviews. I just read back over this latest entry and realized I called SCP-7955 "Jim." I really need to cut down on these all-nighters… Preliminary Recording AUDIO LOG TRANSCRIPT DATE: 01/04/2020 NOTE: First recording upon activation of audio hardware. At the start of this recording, Dr Magdaleno has just given SCP-7955 a number of paperback novels. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7955: Thanks so much for this, Marcus. I'm pretty sure I haven't read anything decent in the last fifteen years - this is a more-than-welcome relief. Dr Magdaleno: Anything "decent?" SCP-7955: Well, the church had a library, but it was nothing but Christian apocrypha and books on Celtic mythology, and then there were the treatises on the virtue of transformation, and the elders had their own collections of occult- (takes a deep breath) I'm sorry, I tend to ramble a bit when I'm nervous. It's all this new recording stuff, you see, it makes me feel like I'm talking to an answering machine - I never know what to say… Dr Magdaleno: It's okay, believe me. Besides, you don't need to worry about needing to say anything meaningful: it's just a precaution in case you happen to remember anything important- SCP-7955: -while I'm talking to myself. I suppose I should be grateful I haven't been reduced to jotting down notes on my arms and legs. Dr Magdaleno: Did any of the Inheritors try that when you saw them, or were they all too euphoric to even think of trying to keep any kind of record? SCP-7955: We've talked about this already, remember? They didn't even notice that they were forgetting. Only Teacher's advice would have saved their memories, and she couldn't be heard by anyone until… (hesitates) …hang on, have I told you about that already, or was that just my imagination? Dr Magdaleno: No, we haven't talked about that yet. SCP-7955: Er… I'll leave that until our next interview, then - don't want to run out of things to talk about (chuckles nervously). Uh, anyway, thanks again for the books. I hope they didn't cost too much. Dr Magdaleno: Most of these are from home. Five second pause. SCP-7955: I, er… I mean, um… I… I really didn't picture you as a Danielle Steel fan. [END LOG] Incident Report 10/04/2020: At 18:30 PM, the lights in SCP-7955's cell briefly malfunctioned, leaving both its quarters and the observation chamber in complete darkness for thirty seconds. During this period, SCP-7955 was heard loudly screaming the word "soup", before abruptly falling silent. When the lights were reactivated, SCP-7955 was missing. SCP-7955 was eventually found hiding beside its chair in the form of a large ottoman with an upholstery similar to human skin (its clothes hidden under the ottoman). Despite the best efforts of Dr Magdaleno and Research Assistant Teo to cajole SCP-7955, it remained disguised for several minutes, and could be heard muttering "don't want to end up like Teacher, don't want to end up like the others, they might know how to make the runes." After twenty-five minutes, SCP-7955 reverted to human form and apologized for the unnecessary deception, admitting that it had "gotten confused" during the blackout and become convinced that the Disciples were trying to recapture it. Interview Log 8 Foreword: SCP-7955 appears agitated and uncomfortable. <Begin Log, 09:00 AM, 20/04/2020> SCP-7955: Who do you think I was? Dr Magdaleno: I… excuse me? SCP-7955: We've known each other for a little while, now, and you're here to analyze me, so you must have some idea what I must have been. My personality hasn't changed that much since then… I mean, I don't think it has… so who do you think I was before I joined the cult? Dr Magdaleno: …Jim - 7955 - I've got a whole bunch of questions here for y- SCP-7955: Oh, come on, Marcus, we've been talking about the same thing for nearly three days in a row. By now, I'm pretty sure we've established that the Disciples had nothing to do with the Serpent's Hand or the Insurgency or the-the-the Church of Gear-Powered Mechanical Buggery or whatever the hell it was, so is it really going to matter if we don't talk about… what were we going to do today? Oh, right - Sarkicism. Dr Magdaleno: We talked about that yesterday, Jim. SCP-7955: …Oh. But still, who's it going to hurt if we talk about something else for a change? So, based on what you've seen of my personality so far, who do you think I would have been? Dr Magdaleno: Well… (hesitates) you could have been an artist I suppose, given your drawings these last few days. You're definitely suited for quieter lines of work. What do you think? SCP-7955: I remember my house before I sold it: there were shelves overflowing with plays - Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw, Arthur Miller, Tony Kushner… (his face shifts to mimic the listed playwrights) And also books on acting technique. Do you suppose I was an actor? Dr Magdaleno: I don't think it would have fitted your personality. Maybe you were a drama student, though. SCP-7955: I could easily imagine myself as a bureaucrat, from the way I follow orders. For all we know, I could have been working right here at this Foundation of yours. Dr Magdaleno: I very much doubt that. Believe me, if one of our own had vanished off to an underground church for fifteen years, we'd know. <End Log> Dr Magdaleno's Log 31/04/2020 Decided to test Jim's cognitive capacity with a game of chess this afternoon. I had a board on my side of the glass, while he shaped his right hand into a board of his own, complete with pieces. Of course, all his pieces looked a little bit on the biopunk side, and it took him a while to realize that he'd given me an extra bishop by mistake, but other than that, Jim did quite well - even if he lost in the end. Probably the trickiest victory I've ever achieved in chess. Teo and Aristaios were giving me some funny looks as I tidied up the board. They didn't say anything, but I could tell they were wondering if I was getting too close to Jim. Bit of an overaction, I thought. We're not friends, or anything like that. I'm obliged to care for the subject and encourage it to trust me, but only as far as furthering our research goes. And yes, giving him books and playing chess with him might be considered above and beyond the call of duty, but it's nothing serious, certainly nothing approaching friendship. Jim's just another anomalous entity, and I'm just researching him. We're not friends. Definitely not friends. AUDIO LOG TRANSCRIPT DATE: 03/05/2020 NOTE: Conversation between SCP-7955 and Dr Magdaleno. At this time, a second pair of arms have sprouted from SCP-7955's torso and are now writing on a notepad in front of it. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Magdaleno: …and then Vittorio's completely soaked in it, from the new haircut all the way to those pricey new shoes. "Those are pheromones for her kind, man," Yusuf tells him. "You'll have to stay away from her cell from now on, or else not even those dogs will stop her. She'll be after you like the bad guy in Species: she'll jump your bones, then gut you like a fish and eat your heart while you're still inside her!" Now, Vittorio knows fox musk when he smells it, so he's not fooled one little bit. He just says, "Yusuf, buddy, if my girlfriend finds out about this, she'll do the exact same thing to you, minus the sex!" SCP-7955: Did he actually get assigned, though? Dr Magdaleno: Of course not - that was just a rumour. Yusuf had never been assigned to her either: nobody in their right mind actually jokes about that once they've seen her in action. And best of all, Vittorio found out about it - and he got back at Yusuf next month by filling his car with live skunks! SCP-7955: (laughs) Oh god! I wish I had that kind of flair. I mean, I know I'm not that kind of shapeshifter, but I just wish I could have pulled a prank or two while I was out in the wild - just to see if I had any skill in it. Just to be a little bit rebellious for a change. Dr Magdaleno: …speaking of which, how would you use your powers if you were free and didn't have to put up with this dementia? What would you do for a living if you had the choice? SCP-7955: Oceanographer, maybe? Half my time escaping from the cult was spent swimming up the coast, so I know I'm good at it. Dr Magdaleno: Or a secret agent. SCP-7955: Or a courier: I've been enough birds to know that I could do better than any carrier pigeon. Dr Magdaleno: What about nature photographer? Or paparazzo? SCP-7955: Maybe a musician. I could become the ultimate one-man-band. Dr Magdaleno: Or you could join the police: you'd be the perfect undercover cop. SCP-7955: Uh-uh. There's only one shapeshifting detective, and that's Rene Auberjonois. Dr Magdaleno: (chuckles) Well, that's one thing about your past that we can be certain of - you're a Star Trek fan! SCP-7955: (laughs for nearly fifteen seconds, then hesitates) Wait… how did we end up in this conversation again? Dr Magdaleno: (pauses, coughs uncomfortably) SCP-7955: (through gritted teeth)…Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death… Dr Magdaleno: … could I just… check your notes for a second? Uh… you've written right off the line, here. Could you tell me what this is? I can't make sense of the handwriting. And this right here, I'm pretty sure that's not actually a word, Jim. Jim? Jim, can you hear me? [END LOG] Dr Magdaleno's Log 03/05/2020 Irritability, losing his way in conversation, difficulty with previously routine tasks, linguistic decay… and worse still, memory loss proving more aggressive than other cases on record: normally, dementia attacks the most recent memories first and leaves the distant past until later, but this is attacking his short term and long term memory simultaneously. I shouldn't be finding this so upsetting. I'm not supposed to get attached, much less worry about friendship, but… I guess that's the danger of having a humanoid subject. You can't help but sympathize, even when you shouldn't. I'd have thought I'd end up with an official reprimand for getting too friendly and losing clinical distance - lord knows Aristaios and Teo have been worrying about it - but I haven't heard a single complaint out of anyone supervising this study. Odd, that. Instead, orders from on high are insisting that I continue interviewing him: they want more information on the cult, on the shapeshifting, on what gave Jim his polymorphic traits… but I honestly don't know if he has much more to give us. And as for whoever/whatever made him into a shapeshifter, I can't imagine anyone who could be pointlessly cruel enough to lumber someone with powers that literally destroy your brain the more useful they become. Frankly, it sounds like a sick joke. By the sounds of things, Elders of the Disciples have the resources and the deficit of moral fibre to make it possible, but Jim insists that this Rite of the Shining Brow doesn't work for them anymore. So, if not the Elders, then who? - Close + Middle-Stage Records - Close Incident Report, 15/05/2020: At 11:00 PM, SCP-7955 called for the attention of the observing staff in a state of extreme distress, claiming that its most recent notes had been stolen. Dr Magdaleno had been called away to a meeting with the Site Director, leaving Research Assistant Teo to explain that SCP-7955 had given its notes to the Magdaleno the previous evening. SCP-7955 then became angry and accused Teo of stealing the notes, suggesting she had destroyed them as part of a conspiracy to worsen its dementia. During this confrontation, SCP-7955 transformed into a silverback gorilla and attempted to punch through the shatterproof glass observation window and did not stop until Dr Magdaleno arrived and was able to placate SCP-7955 by producing the missing notes. SCP-7955 then calmed down, apologized to Research Assistant Teo, got dressed, and retired to bed. Recommending that recordings of SCP-7955's pertinent statements are kept within reach of staff in future. Interview Log 12 Foreword: SCP-7955 is extremely agitated at the start of the interview, exhibiting compulsive twitching, shivering, and a slight slur to its speech. The notes on the pad in front of it are barely coherent. Remarks prior to interview indicate an oncoming headache. <Begin Log, 15:00 PM, 15/05/2020> SCP-7955: Amanda knows I didn't mean what I said, right? I just got… confused. I know that's happening more often these days, but I really didn't mean to lose it this badly. Dr Magdaleno: She knows, Jim. SCP-7955: Then why isn't she here? She's asked to be reassigned, hasn't she? I frightened her and now she's left us and- Dr Magdaleno: It's just her day off, that's all: she's been planning this for the last couple of weeks. SCP-7955: And she told me before, didn't she? Oh god, I'm just getting worse and worse. Dr Magdaleno: All I can suggest is not to think about it. Think about the memories you can't be sure of now - anything if you think it can help us. SCP-7955: (frantically reviews newest notes) I remember something, but only in a dream I had last night. I can't be sure if any of it was real or not- Dr Magdaleno: It's okay, Jim, it could still be helpful. Tell me what happened. SCP-7955: I dreamed - or remembered… wandering in the tunnels under the church one day, tired and downhearted about everything. And then I heard a voice. It… it called to me, spoke to me. Dr Magdaleno: Think about the source of the voice. Who was speaking to you? SCP-7955: (struggling to concentrate) She didn't have a name. I called her "Teacher," because she told me things the Disciples didn't want me to know. Like… like… (unintelligible) Dr Magdaleno: It's alright, Jim, take your time. SCP-7955: (inhaling deeply) The voice… my Teacher… the men who would become the first Disciples found her eighty years ago, sleeping in the hollows below the roots of the mountain. She was the source of their power, before the scars faded. The source of the Rite and the soup. The rock on which the Elders built their church - but they built on water. Dr Magdaleno: Water? Wait a minute… stop me if I'm reading too much into this, but are you talking about the underground lake you fell into? The lake itself was alive? SCP-7955: She wasn't a lake, Marcus, not when the Elders found her. She didn't have a shape at first. It was… Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. (checks notes) The symbols on the walls. Binding runes. They were holding her in a single form, one that could serve their purposes. Dr Magdaleno: Wait, wait, wait, wait… are you telling me that the thing that turned you into a shapeshifter was another shapeshifter? SCP-7955: One of the Children of Proteus, they called her. (cringes in pain) Dr Magdaleno: One of them? You mean this wasn't a unique entity? There are more? SCP-7955: (screaming) I don't know, Marcus, it was a fucking dream! For all I know, it was just some bullshit my decomposing brain cooked up to explain what happened to me or… or… (twitches violently) Dr Magdaleno: Jim? JIM? SCP-7955: I… h-help me… (collapses, body warping in all directions) <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7955 was found to have suffered a mild seizure. Even after recovering, it remained unresponsive for some time, and visibly struggled to recognize facility personnel. Incident Report 02/06/2020: Following a shift change at 11 AM, SCP-7955 was believed to be taking a shower and had left several books at the cell door to be returned. Upon entering the cell to retrieve them, Research Assistant Teo noticed that though SCP-7955 had been borrowing three books at the time, there was an unregistered fourth book on the pile awaiting return. On closer examination, this book did not appear to possess real pages and was essentially a solid block of cardboard, while the author's name had been rendered as "Daniel Steal" (sic). Research Assistant Teo left the cell immediately, ordering that the guards on duty keep their weapons trained the door while she exited. SCP-7955 made no move to escape but was observed "quivering in fear." Research Assistant Teo was eventually able to persuade it to resume human form, but it gave no explanation for the incident, remaining silent for the rest of the day. Dr Magdaleno's Log 04/06/2020: Jim's verbal skills are degrading more noticeably than ever. He spent almost half an hour trying to explain something to me, but between the ongoing collapse of his memory and his declining vocabulary outside of lucid moments, I could barely make any sense of it: the only coherent words he used were "immortal" and "soup." I guess he must have been aware enough to realize this, so instead, he drew something for me: a church under a mountain, populated by dozens of tiny figures with frowning faces. As far as I could tell from the deteriorated art style, most of them were depicted in various states of misery: handing over money, being beaten with sticks, locked away in tiny cells, bowing before tall figures stirring a massive cauldron, and a few other acts I couldn't make sense of (then again, given the positions, I'm not sure I want to). Under this drawing, he'd written "YOU HAVE TO HELP THEM." He seemed quite happy with himself, apparently because he expected the Foundation to help "them" - presumably the rest of the cultists back at the church. I didn't have the heart to tell him that we still don't know where the church is. Incident Report 05/06/2020: SCP-7955 escaped from its cell at 05:00 AM this morning by transforming into a playing card and sliding under the door. The escape was immediately noticed by staff and the alarm sounded. SCP-7955 attempted to avoid being recognized by transforming into Research Assistant Teo. However, SCP-7955 was still unable to mimic clothing, so "Teo" appeared to be encased in a glossy white carapace reminiscent of a jewel beetle's exoskeleton (presumably, SCP-7955's best attempt at replicating a lab coat) and was immediately detected by the guards. SCP-7955 then became a sparrow and managed to evade security for approximately two minutes. Unable to find an exit, it tried to fight its way through a squad of guards in various forms, only to be knocked to the floor with a riot shield and restrained with a social distancing clamp. In a "blind panic," SCP-7955 began transitioning rapidly between various object, animal, and human forms in a disorganized attempt to escape, only to exhaust itself within twenty seconds and collapse. As it was returned to its cell, SCP-7955 begged the guards to "put me in the sweatbox if you want, but please don't leave me alone with the Elders." Dr Magdaleno's Log 09/06/2020 Jim's back to calling himself "Brother Lebbaeus" most of the time. He only calls me by my name every other day at the very most. All other times, I'm just "doctor." That shouldn't upset me, but somehow it does. He seems angrier than ever, too, always giving us surly looks, always suspicious of us. When he's lucid, he's nothing but apologetic, but I can tell he barely remembers what he's supposed to be apologizing for: he's just upset with himself… and scared. And frankly, I'm feeling much the same way. This is all wrong. I shouldn't be friends with him. I shouldn't even be considering the possibility, but it's too late. Now we both have to suffer for it. Incident Report 12/06/2020: During a routine medical checkup, SCP-7955 became extremely upset by the blood test, apparently convinced that it had been recaptured by the Disciples of Cerridwen and was being sedated against its will6. It then punched Dr Bromley in the stomach, tore the cover off the nearest air vent, transformed into a rat, and escaped into the ventilation ducts. After once again becoming lost, SCP-7955 emerged in a nearby corridor and reverted to human form. Upon seeing a large number of guards approaching, it immediately curled itself into the fetal position, layered its body with a tortoise-like shell, and braced itself as if for impact. Security guards simply picked up SCP-7955 and carried it back to its cell. During this, SCP-7955 tried to fight its way out in the form of a mass of tendrils, and persisted until two of the guards were able to fasten a catch pole around its neck, prompting it to rapidly shapeshift itself into exhaustion once again. Security guards report that while being returned to its cell, SCP-7955 was heard muttering, "Binding runes are like scars, but scars fade. Why do you think the Rite failed?" Dr Magdaleno's Log 15/06/2020 Lucid moment today. I broke protocol - again - and played chess with Jim for the second time. He wasn't up to making his own board this time, so I just had the board set up on my side of the glass while Jim looked in on it, so at least I didn't do anything too stupid. I was trying to cheer him up, just to take his mind off his condition, but in the end, Jim had to cheer me up. The cognitive problems are creeping into his lucid moments: Jim understands chess and he remembers me, but he couldn't recall which side he was playing as, and he couldn't predict even the simplest manoeuvres - to the point he seemed surprised when my first pawn captured his after a full turn's notice. I was so miserable, even Jim noticed. Next thing I knew, he'd started transforming into the most ridiculous shapes he could think of, just to get a laugh out of me - inflating his nose to the size of a basketball, giving himself penguin flippers instead of hands, turning his lower body into a wobbly stack of books… It was funny, sure, but it wasn't him. His personality's changed so much: he's not the quiet, polite introvert we took in when he arrived. He's losing inhibitions along with the gauge on his mood, and it's only going to get worse. All I can ask is this: when is this going to end? How is it going to end? Am I actually going to have to watch him die? Incident Report 20/06/2020: At 7:00 AM, SCP-7955 began shapeshifting in its sleep, repeatedly muttering the words "Teacher" and "Soup" as it did so. Despite the apparent volatility of this sleep state, SCP-7955 could not be roused by any of the observing research personnel. After forty-five minutes of uninterrupted distress, Dr Magdaleno became concerned and called for medical attention. Dr Bromley was summoned and asked to examine SCP-7955 for any recognizable signs of illness. In clear violation of safety protocols, Dr Magdaleno insisted that he and Bromley conduct the examination at close range without first restraining the patient. During this examination, SCP-7955 awoke, failed to recognize its carers, and panicked. In the ensuing confrontation, SCP-7955 backed itself into a corner of the cell, assuming several large shapes in rapid succession (including a grizzly bear, a seven-foot-tall tarantula, and a combine harvester). As it made no attempt to actually attack Drs Magdaleno and Bromley in any of these forms, this was likely an intimidation display. A security team was summoned to the cell, and though none of them were able to get close enough to attack SCP-7955 directly due to its "flailing hands, claws, tentacles, and whatever else", once it was in a form small enough to be effectively targeted, they were able to fire a net gun and successfully pin SCP-7955 to the ground until it had once again exhausted itself into submission. - Close + Late-Stage Records - Close AUDIO LOG TRANSCRIPT DATE: 18/06/2020 NOTE: Autocommunication recorded at midnight, while SCP-7955 was pretending to be asleep. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7955: Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. Don't recognize it. Any of it. They've got me again. Any minute now, the first of those old bastards will appear from behind the corner and tell me how disappointed they are, and then… another pot of soup to prolong the Elders even further. Muffled sound of footsteps from outside the cell. SCP-7955 whimpers. SCP-7955: What if they've remembered how to bind the Children? Teacher said that their best thaumaturges took it to the grave or the road. What if she was wrong? If they remember, they'll bind me, then they'll wait until I'm soup and drink me like the other Inheritors. (low, keening whine) No, no, no, no… Doesn't matter. Need to focus. Need shapes. Need to focus on shapes. Hound. Otter. Hawk. Hen. Death. A "hissing" sound can be heard, identified by staff as the sound of SCP-7955 shapeshifting. Quantity of sounds indicates multiple transformations in rapid succession, SCP-7955's voice changing to match each new form SCP-7955: No, no, no, no. Yes? No. Maybe. Can't focus. Can't find the words. My head… cracking open… or is it just my imagination? (growls) One good turn deserves another. We agreed on that. I did as much as I could. Chip and chisel, chip and chisel. And now Marcus knows where the others are and how to help them. Surely that's enough… surely, surely, surely not! Sounds of bedsheets being flung aside and torn. SCP-7955: (pained whimper) Oh god, I want to go home. Don't know where home is. No. Home's not home. Full of people who know you're always wrong, always abnormal, always sinful. "You don't feel that way, dear, you're just confused. Remember what the bishop told you: it's just a phase, you'll grow out of it. There, there, you won't have to think about that boy ever again." Muffled sounds of movement, followed by the sound of something heavy impacting the floor SCP-7955: (in a child's voice) Teacher… what did you say to me before I was baptized? I can't remember. You said something about Gwion and Taliesin. Did you say that, or did I just dream it? Was I big or little when I met you? Did I meet you at all? (sobs) Mummy… I'm scared… SCP-7955 can be heard crying for the next seventy seconds before falling silent. NOTE: SCP-7955 was found hiding under its bed the following morning. It had not left its hiding place even to make use of the toilet and had soiled itself several times as a result. Due to a combination of paranoia and the general decay of its physical coordination, it needed to be helped into the shower cubicle. [END LOG] Dr Magdaleno's Log 25/06/2020 He's barely even eating now. On the rare occasions when he can remember to eat outside of a lucid moment, he thinks we've poisoned his food. Amanda keeps having to eat some of it herself just to prove that it's safe. Worse still, he's starting to lose manual coordination, so Amanda's had to essentially spoon-feed him. Most of the time, he's too disoriented to care about this, but after spending breakfast and lunch almost completely disengaged from reality, he had another lucid moment at dinner this evening. It took about a minute of fruitlessly trying to reach for his knife and fork before he realized that spoon-feeding was essential. He spent the rest of the meal in silent tears. Amanda later told me that it was "hard to watch," and I can't blame her: she probably thought her work with the Foundation would be a whirlwind of discovery and danger, not this. Incident Report 01/07/2020: After a supervised test of its abilities outside of its cell at 2:30 PM, SCP-7955 became accidentally separated from Research Assistant Teo during an unrelated containment breach (later proven to be a false alarm). After on-site security was re-established, SCP-7955's clothes were found intact some distance away, indicating that it had either shrunk out of them or removed them of its own accord. Following a twenty-minute search of the complex, SCP-7955 was found wandering alone through the corridors, in human form and completely naked, repeatedly muttering "hound, otter, hawk, hen, death". When approached by Dr Magdaleno and Research Assistant Teo, SCP-7955 was heard to say, "she can tell me who I was and why I changed, but I can't find her again." SCP-7955 was then given a blanket and led back to its cell without any further incident. AUDIO LOG DATE: 23/07/2020, 13:44 AM NOTE: Transcript of conversation between Dr Bromley and Dr Magdaleno concerning SCP-7955's health. In the background, SCP-7955 is sitting unresponsive in its chair, staring vacantly at its notes and seemingly oblivious to everything around it. On occasion, it shudders as if in pain and transforms. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Magdaleno: Can't we do anything for him? I'm pretty sure those transformations aren't voluntary anymore. Dr Bromley: Well, we've made it as comfortable as possible, but that's all we can do. We're not dealing with any ordinary form of dementia: this isn't something we can delay with medication. Dr Magdaleno: I know, I know. I just wish there was something else we could do for the poor guy. I mean… it just feels like such a waste. Dr Bromley: I imagine it would, considering all you've been through together. Dr Magdaleno: What's that supposed to mean? Dr Bromley: Come on, Marcus, you don't need to pretend you're not close to 7955. I don't place any judgements on this kind of thing - not with the subject in this condition. Dr Magdaleno: (sighs) God almighty, is it really that obvious? Dr Bromley: Given that you almost got me killed by carrying out an in-person checkup in clear violation of protocol, I'd say it's your worst-kept secret yet. Like I said, I don't judge. Speaking as a doctor, I'd recommend not getting this emotionally close to a terminal patient, but that's not what's worrying me, though. Do you remember what it said in the last interview? The last coherent interview, I mean. Dr Magdaleno: Lydia, I only told you about that because I wanted to know about the possibility of delusional recollection. He said it could have been a dream, and he's suffering from dementia anyway- Dr Bromley: But even so, there's every chance it could have been a real memory. Why are you so doubtful? Dr Magdaleno: I know it seems silly after everything I've seen at the Foundation, but to be brutally honest, Jim's testimony and notes don't make much sense even by our standards. For one thing, if these Children of Proteus can convert people into new shapeshifters - and all the converts end up with dementia - how could they have possibly kept themselves secret? Why is this the first time we've heard of them? Dr Bromley: I admit, 7955 isn't good at keeping itself hidden. But maybe they don't all convert people, and this "Teacher" is an outlier of the species. Perhaps the rest have been living and breeding in secret the natural way ever since they came to be. Dr Magdaleno: And that's another thing: why the secrecy? Why the isolation? The shapeshifters we've contained are usually one-of-a-kind, or part of a dying breed, or horribly weakened in some way… so if the Children of Proteus really are still as powerful as advertised and still viable as a species, why are they hiding? Why are they isolated, even from each other? SCP-7955: Fear. Dr Magdaleno: Jesus Christ, Jim, what the fuck- Dr Bromley: Shhh! Look at its eyes: it's halfway lucid again. SCP-7955: Why do you think these shapeshifters are called the Children of Proteus - and not the Children of Zeus or Loki or the Morrigan? Because they aren't lustful, mischievous, or warmongering. They are like Proteus: they are neutral. They are solitary. They are afraid. Dr Magdaleno: Of what? Of humans? SCP-7955: Of everything. Dr Magdaleno: What's that supposed to mean? SCP-7955: …how do you work at the Foundation and not realize what kind of world you live in, Marcus? The cosmic nightmares, the malignant godlings, the insane societies at war, the hordes of monsters beyond counting, the doomsdays upon doomsdays… there's so much that can't be stopped, so many things that could end everything, even in the better worlds that some have envisioned- Dr Magdaleno: Hang on, "better worlds"? What are you talking about, Jim? SCP-7955: The Children must stay hidden! My Teacher wanted to stay hidden, but the Disciples caught her sleeping, made her into a convertor with their binding runes. They didn't care that the binding was flawed, would make blank slates of the Inheritors, because all they wanted was soup… the soup, the immortal soup… (unintelligible) Dr Bromley: Goddammit, we're losing him again. SCP-7955: Now the scars have faded… now the Inheritors are all rejected by the process, useless to the Elders. (high-pitched laughter) No soup can be made! The Rite poisons the Inheritors, the transformations made fatal! Their eyes eat the body and the mind eats the eyes and all dissolves into meaningless meat… (unintelligible) [END LOG] Dr Magdaleno's Log 18/08/2020 Jim is almost constantly shapeshifting now. As far as I can tell, he doesn't have the power to stop anymore: he hasn't reverted to human form in more than seventy-two hours, and every single minute of the last three days has been spent in an endless state of transformation, one form endlessly flowing into the next - even when he's asleep. In fact, he's shapeshifting so much that we've stopped bothering to dress him because he's always bursting out of his clothes or shrinking out of them. Feeding him now requires us to aim a spoon into one of the dozens of mouths he sprouts on a regular basis and hope that he has enough of a working stomach to get at least some nutrition out of it. As far as I can tell, he no longer comprehends speech, writing, or even simple gestures. He can barely speak: his best attempts at communication consist of an unending stream of word salad - random phrases borrowed from half-remembered conversations in dozens of different voices. He can't even recite his usual hound-otter-hawk mantra anymore, and with good reason. He can remember nothing apart from his library of shapes. Everyone is a stranger to him, he doesn't recognize the photographs we took of his default form, and every single memory test we've given him is flunked from beginning to end. Same goes for tests of logic and basic cognition: he can't even navigate the simplest of mazes. When he's capable of walking, he's aimlessly circling the room, feeling his way across the walls like he's trying to read Braile without knowing what it means. Even his lucid moments don't do much for him anymore: all he can do is ask "Who am I? Who was I?" in an endless loop until he slips back into cognitive oblivion. I don't know if I can keep doing this. Every day Jim gets worse and every day I feel worse. Why hasn't the Site Director reprimanded me for loss of objectivity? Why haven't the O5s reassigned me yet? They should know I've gotten too close, that I'm emotionally compromised. They know I've discussed other SCPs with Jim in clear violation of the rules. They know I've made stupid mistakes that could have gotten people killed. So why can't they take the decision out of my hands and spare me the guilt of requesting a transfer - and abandoning my friend? Why can't they just send me away? - Close + Neutralization - Close AUDIO LOG DATE: 13/10/2020, 03:00 AM NOTE: For several hours prior to this recording, audio equipment in SCP-7955's cell registers several unknown sounds. Some have been identified as the signature hiss of SCP-7955 shapeshifting and the sounds of crayon on paper, but most remain undetermined. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Magdaleno: Amanda, I've been asleep for a grand total of two hours. Short of a XK-class scenario, what could possibly be so important you needed to wake me up at this godawful hour of the night? Research Assistant Teo: Just get in there, dammit, we don't know how much longer this will last! Dr Magdaleno: How much longer what will la- Jim! SCP-7955: Morning, Marcus. Good to see you again. Dr Magdaleno: I… you're… I… SCP-7955: Please sit down, Marcus, you look like you're going to have an aneurysm. Dr Magdaleno: But… but… this can't be just a moment of lucidity: you're upright and talking in complete sentences and able to remember us and… SCP-7955: Terminal lucidity.7 I saw it happen with the Inheritors, though I didn't recognize it at the time. Now I suppose it's my turn. Dr Magdaleno: You're dying? But of what? Dr Bromley says you're perfectly healthy as far as any of us can tell. SCP-7955: Physically, yes. Mentally… it's more like substitution than health. Dr Magdaleno: But what… oh. You're referring to the mutations in your brain tissue. You're no longer just deteriorating, are you? You're almost fully converted. SCP-7955: It's like antique software on a new computer. You can try to run the old, old O/S for a while, maybe even force the odd spark of functionality out of it, but unless you know how to accommodate the old within the new, you've got to accept the upgrade sooner or later. And right now, my mind is nothing but obsolete software ready to be deleted. Dr Magdaleno: (quietly) Brain death, then. So… what happens when there's no more brain activity to maintain basic control of your ability to shapeshift? Will it be coma or… SCP-7955: There's a reason why I asked Amanda to bring me this fish tank. I'm not sure if I'm slated for real death or just death-of-the-self, but the end results are the same: I'm not going to be talking to anyone ever again, Marcus. I'll just be… protean matter gone inert. Dr Magdaleno: So it's coma or death, then. Permanent coma, so it'll mean death eventually anyway. SCP-7955: Well, maybe so… but us shapeshifters live for a very, very long time. My Teacher under the mountain was already centuries-old when Ur was built, and from what she told me, she's not even the oldest one alive. So, if this is just a permanent coma, I won't die for a good long while yet. In fact, we can still have a chat every now and again, if you like. It's… just going to be a bit quiet on my end from now on. Dr Magdaleno: (voice cracking) How the hell can you joke about this?! How can you be so calm when you're about to… to… (pauses for breath) SCP-7955: …sorry. I've never been good when it comes to comedy, but… I thought I might try to cheer you up. Dr Magdaleno: Some things you can't even joke about, Jim. SCP-7955: I know. So… I guess this is goodbye. Ten-second pause. Dr Magdaleno: …I… I don't know what to say. I don't know if I'm grateful for the opportunity to say goodbye or not. SCP-7955: It's alright, Marcus. This isn't a tragedy, not really. After all, Taliesin wouldn't have been anything if Gwion hadn't been eaten alive. Dr Magdaleno: …are you sure you're still lucid? SCP-7955: (chuckles) Just something that my Teacher told me. But that's a bit off-topic. You see, I finally remember why I became a shapeshifter, and now I know for a fact that this is what I wanted all along. Dr Magdaleno: You're going to have to explain that one to me, Jim, because it's still not making sense. I mean, I know you wanted us to help the other cultists, but that can't actually be why- SCP-7955: I could have escaped the church in any way I pleased, but in the end, I wanted to change. So, I had my own private Rite of the Shining Brow and simply flew away. It took a few weeks of rambling to find someone I thought would be able to help them, and even longer to remember everything you needed to hear, but it worked out in the end. All in all, I'm happy. Dr Magdaleno: Even though it ends like this? Even though you're going to die no matter how you interpret the results? How can you be happy with what happened after all the horror you suffered because of it? SCP-7955: Because I was warned that this would happen if I chose to become one of the Children of Proteus… and because I chose this. Five-second pause. SCP-7955: Becoming a shapeshifter was the first real choice I made in my entire life, Marcus. Up until then, I just… drifted. I kept my head down, I followed orders, and I let people tell me who I was, and what I should expect from my life. Even when I got dissatisfied and tried to do something different, I just found someone else to boss me around, because deep down, I believed that people more confident than me would always be right. How do you think I joined a cult in the first place? Dr Magdaleno: (bitterly) And this Teacher of yours gave you that first choice by telling you to become a shapeshifter? Is that it? SCP-7955: Far from it: I had to do a favour for her before she'd even consider helping with the Rite. No, all she did was tell me the truth about the Disciples… and that was when I realized for the first time just how much of my life I'd wasted. Dr Magdaleno: And you never thought of going back to civilization to recover your life? You didn't even consider it? I… I mean, you basically committed suicide! You had a chance for a normal, happy life and-and-and you just wasted it without even giving it the slightest bit of thought? And don't say "what's normal?" Jim, I'm not in the mood for rhetorical flourishes. SCP-7955: (chuckling) Are you angry because you believe I threw my life away in exchange for shapeshifting powers, or are you angry because you were hoping for your version of a happy ending - instead of my version? Dr Magdaleno: Both! When I stepped into this room, I actually thought you'd completely recovered. Next thing I know, you tell me that I have to say goodbye to you after all! And then you say you wanted it this way all along! Why wouldn't I be angry? SCP-7955: Fair enough. But you have to understand this: I didn't have a life back then. Dr Magdaleno: Melodramatic bullshit, Jim. SCP-7955: I already told you about the cycle I'd been trapped in. What life was I supposed to recover? I'd have another thirty years of being drowned out by every voice louder than a whisper, and after a few months of that… well, I'd probably be in a cult again, right back to following the orders like a good little soldier. That's not life, Marcus. Back in the bad old days, I didn't even have the presence of mind to consider my own feelings for the fifteen years I was with the Disciples, and when I finally did, you know what I found? Hissing sounds, indicating rapid shapeshifting SCP-7955: I hated myself. I hated my body, my thoughts, the years I'd squandered, and all the times I'd encouraged people to be as conformist as I was. So, I made a choice that nobody told me to make. Now, I'm whoever I want to be - any age, any sex, any species, any object. Even if my life as a Child of Proteus ends in dementia and an early grave, I don't regret a second of the happiness I experienced because of it, because it was my decision. Pause. Hissing sounds gradually subside. Dr Magdaleno: …I think I understand, Jim. Thank you. SCP-7955: (shudders) Ah. Here we go. Dr Magdaleno: Now? But- SCP-7955: Can't delay it a moment longer. When we're called to go, we must. Ahhh… (shivers) Thank you both for looking after me. And… thank you for being my friend, Marcus, not that either of us were expecting it. Please don't cry. If it's any consolation, I think you're sick to death of my little mantra by now, am I right? Dr Magdaleno: (laughs weakly) It did get on my nerves, yes. SCP-7955: Might as well try something else, then, just for the occasion. (sigh) Hare. Fish. Bird. Grain… Taliesin. Sound of rushing water. Silence. [END LOG] Dr Magdaleno's Log 13/10/2020 - FINAL ENTRY Barely had enough time to dry my eyes before getting hauled off to the Site Director's office for the creepiest phone call I've had all year. This is the first time I've been officially debriefed by the O5 Council, and frankly, I'd prefer it if there weren't any encores. But on the upside, I finally know why I was allowed to look after Jim for so long without anyone protesting my lack of professionalism. In fact, that "unprofessionally empathic streak" was exactly why I was assigned to SCP-7955in the first place. Don't know whether to feel insulted, used, or just plain miserable about it. Probably all three. The O5s didn't want objectivity in this case, and they didn't want clinical detachment. They wanted more than what Jim would be willing to tell us, even while fully lucid. They wanted someone who could bond with SCP-7955 on an emotional level, someone who could sympathize with him, even consider him a friend. They wanted to establish trust, so that if he was ever lucid enough to spill the full extent of his secrets, he'd share them with me. Well, it worked: Jim left a huge stockpile of papers for me, completed just before I was called to the scene. He gave me everything - names, dates, addresses, sketches of the cult members, impressions of the binding runes, things he found in the Elders' occult library, everything. There were even things unnecessary to his mission, including descriptions of the weirder things in the cult's collection (probably what the O5s really wanted). True, he couldn't provide a location for the church - apparently, he was drugged and blindfolded for every journey there - but he saw the area from the sky when he escaped, enough of it to give us some ballpark coordinates. I seriously hope the O5s don't expect me to congratulate them for this clever plan of theirs. They want my log confiscated so it can be entered into official records. They're welcome to it, as far as I'm concerned. There's still more work to do, especially with a possible raid on the Disciple's headquarters in the cards and an after-action report to write up… and if anyone actually thinks I'm going to be the one doing it after everything that's happened today, they can go fuck themselves. Aristaios can handle the rest of this assignment, and I know he wants it from the way he's been sniffing around my notes. I know I'm going to catch hell for waving the white flag at this stage, but right now, I can't bring myself to give a shit anymore. Note: Following the confiscation of this log, Dr Marcus Magdaleno was placed on administrative leave pending a full psychological evaluation. Dr Quentin Aristaios was reassigned to the concluding study of SCP-7955 as Magdaleno's substitute. - Research Assistant Teo - Close + Final Report (23/11/2020) - Close Thorough analysis has confirmed that SCP-7955's neurodegenerative condition has reached its logical conclusion, resulting in a total loss of all higher and lower brain functions. In keeping with the acceleration of its polymorphic traits, it was able to achieve a liquid form before expiring, and now exists in the form of two hundred litres of sea water, currently contained in an aquarium tank. Extensive testing reveals no brain functions, no signs of life, and no anomalous phenomena: SCP-7955 is now chemically identical to ordinary sea water. SCP-7955's final notes were determined to contain sufficient strategic data to justify a search for the Disciples of Cerridwen the Angel. The underground church it mentioned was eventually located in a previously unknown cave network under Bannau Brycheiniog National Park, Wales, and raided on 20/10/2020. Ninety-seven members of the cult were apprehended with little violence, the Disciples having apparently expended most of their mundane and anomalous resources some months prior. Unfortunately, the Elders of the cult could not be captured alive, all ten of them having taken fatal doses of cyanide before Foundation operatives could breach their private chambers. However, the stockpile of occult literature and the numerous anomalous items found among the dead Elders' possessions has more than justified the cost of this raid. One of the more pertinent finds was the iron cauldron that the Elders used to distribute the cyanide amongst themselves. Analysis of old stains at the base and rim of the cauldron has uncovered traces of DNA similar to that of SCP-7955, likely accumulated over several decades of use in cooking. Given that autopsies have confirmed that the Elders were in remarkable good health despite their extreme old age at the time of their deaths, we can now confirm SCP-7955's claims of his fellow Inheritors being consumed post-mortem as "immortality soup". The surviving members of the Disciples are currently being treated for long-term psychological abuse in care facilities under Foundation control. At present, they are being encouraged to believe that anything paranormal they might have witnessed was faked by the Elders (amnestics were judged unnecessary in this case, as the last openly anomalous event known to them occurred more than fifteen years ago). However, no trace of the polymorphic entity SCP-7955 referred to as "Teacher" could be found, and the area where she was supposedly imprisoned had been unoccupied for some time. Psychological analysis suggests that SCP-7955 may have simply imagined her, though it is equally likely that "Teacher" had already escaped by the time of our arrival, as most of the binding runes around the site had degraded to the point that only trace activity could be detected, while others had been defaced (likely via hammer and chisel). As no evidence currently exists to contradict SCP-7955's claims concerning the compulsive isolationism of its fellow polymorphs, we can declare Teacher and the other "Children of Proteus" to be effectively contained of their own volition, and therefore of no concern to the Foundation until proven otherwise. With all this in mind, the interrogation and study of SCP-7955 has been a success. No further research will need to be expended on it, and all investigations into individuals, organizations, or phenomena connected to it are now officially defunct. SCP-7955 has been reclassed as "Neutralized," and with its remains of no further scientific value, they will be disposed of in accordance with standard protocols for potentially hazardous waste. - Dr Quentin Aristaios (standing in for Dr Marcus Magdaleno) - Close + Addendum 7955-1 (23/11/2020) - Close WARNING: THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS RESTRICTED TO PROJECT THETIS EXECUTIVE STAFF ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT PROJECT THETIS EXECUTIVE CREDENTIALS OR AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. PROJECT THETIS EXECUTIVE CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED To the esteemed members of the O5 Council, At the start of my investigation, I was convinced that SCP-7955's liquid remains were inert and without any sign of anomalous activity. However, observation has since revealed that, far from being inactive, the "remains" are still demonstrating signs of life. The liquid will occasionally move of its own accord, resulting in ripples and waves independent of air currents, and though it has made no attempt to escape its tank, these sudden movements are showing no sign of ceasing after weeks of observation. In other words, it has no brain activity (inasmuch as a mass of liquid can be said to have a brain) but it still has enough functional nerves to possess unconscious reflexes. More importantly, this liquid has also begun to demonstrate rudimentary polymorphic activity, forming primitive tendrils and teeth and reabsorbing them back into its mass just as quickly. SCP-7955's polymorphic traits are still of value to the Foundation, especially its potential longevity and its ability to generate and subtract mass at will. I know there is little place for baseless conjecture in our research, but I must admit that some of SCP-7955's more conspicuous references to "Gwion and Taliesin" also brought to mind other possibilities (though these remain purely theoretical for the time being). Furthermore, we now have a second chance to study a rare and powerful metamorphic phenomenon, but this time without any of the attendant risks or setbacks. Most of the true shapeshifters we have in containment at this time are either openly hostile to human life or at the very least potential threats, while SCP-7955 was a neurotic, dementia-addled invalid of limited utility, and even the fabled Children of Proteus are on record as being too insular and cowardly to be cooperative. By contrast, SCP-7955's remains offer all the research benefits with none of the drawbacks. Whatever we can call this liquid at present, it has no personality, memories, intellect, and (most importantly) no capacity to resist our experiments, making it ideal for unimpeded research. The only known barrier to experimentation that exists at present is the potential for bias among researchers, as knowledge of the test subject's origins and testimony might adversely affect our results if personnel believe that they know what to expect. Similarly, Dr Magdaleno and Research Assistant Teo may pose a considerable security risk if they were ever to become aware of the true nature and whereabouts of SCP-7955's remains. I therefore request permission to keep SCP-7955 classified as "Neutralized", while its liquid form is made the exclusive subject of a new and strictly confidential research project. What remains of our Child of Proteus represents an unprecedented opportunity, esteemed O5s: I humbly recommend we make the most of it. Sincerely, Dr Quentin Aristaios Permission granted. With our authorization and the blessing of the Ethics Committee, Project Thetis is now officially active. - O5██ Footnotes 1. As a result of its neurodegenerative condition, SCP-7955 often forgot to eat. 2. In one case, an attempt to disguise itself as a chair during initial testing resulted in a swivel chair made of human muscle, bone, and cartilage. 3. Painkiller-resistant headaches are now believed to be a side-effect of polymorphic dementia, the result of inflammation in the wake of successive alterations to the brain. 4. Tests of SCP-7955's physiology confirms heightened levels of endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin in its blood during transformation. 5. Based on this premise, "Lebbaeus" is presumably a reference to one of the aliases of Saint Jude the Apostle, also known as Thaddeus or Jude of James. 6. SCP-7955's notes suggest that the Elders often drugged "difficult" recruits so that they could "meditate on the story of Cerridwen and Taliesin" in the Elders' private apartments. 7. A state of restored cognitive function experienced by some sufferers of severe neurological disorders shortly before death. |
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Item#: SCP-7956 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, SCP-7956 has been given permission to continue his long-term employment with the Foundation. He is currently under the observation of the Department of Human Resources (see below). Description: SCP-7956 is the designation given to Senior Researcher Verre D'eau, the Division Co-Head of Site-400's Department of Anomalous Communications and Relations. SCP-7956 is an adult male of French-Singaporean descent, 171 centimeters in height with black hair and brown eyes. SCP-7956 is capable of transmuting himself (and any clothes worn by him at the time) into exactly 250 milliliters of water (H2O). During this state, SCP-7956 is not able to carry out any form of mobility due to his static liquid condition, though he has informed research personnel that he still somehow retains his biological senses, specifically sight, hearing and smell. It's important to note that SCP-7956 does not require the same volume amount of water in order to transmute back into human form. However, the exact limit of this particular aspect of SCP-7956's anomaly is as-of-yet unknown. Addendum 7956-1, HR Intervention: Following several complaints filed by some of Site-400's personnel, the Department of Human Resources has issued a verbal warning to SCP-7956 to refrain from scaring individuals by transmuting himself into an empty cup and surprising them by transmuting back when they get close. SCP-7956 has been informed that another similar offence will result in stricter disciplinary action. He has assured HR officers that he will try his best to act in accordance with the Department's provided guidelines. Addendum 7956-2, Incident Log/Disappearance: SCP-7956 has officially been reported missing on the 7th of June, 2018. He was last seen entering Site-400's breakroom (unoccupied at the time) around 12:00 PM, with camera footage showing him snickering to himself while holding an empty glass cup before doing so1. After he failed to attend a scheduled meeting, his colleague, Dr. Jaxon Curran, went ahead and attempted to search for SCP-7956 all throughout Site-400, before ultimately reporting his disappearance to General Security (GenSec). This led to the discovery of the aforementioned camera footage, though due to unforeseen maintenance issues, the surveillance camera located in the breakroom was not able to be examined. Subsequent investigation revealed that the only other individual who entered the breakroom after SCP-7956 was Junior Officer Stakan Vody, a newly-transferred security personnel assigned to GenSec. In an interview conducted with a polygraph device, he claimed that he entered the breakroom at 12:50 PM and wanted to withdraw a soda from the vending machine situated there2. After seeing that the vending machine had not been restocked, he admitted defeat and exited the breakroom at 1:00 PM3. When inquired if he ever came across SCP-7956 (or any other personnel) in the breakroom, he denied it, saying that he was alone when this occurred. As Officer Vody seemingly has no involvement in SCP-7956's disappearance, he was allowed to leave the interrogation without any further questioning. The search for SCP-7956 is still ongoing, with the entirety of Site-400's personnel having already been notified and encouraged to keep an eye out. Addendum 7956-3, Incident Log/Recovery: On the 9th of June, 2018, personnel stationed at Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-Y/4004 reported seeing an unknown humanoid entity wading aimlessly through the excrement repository of the Non-Anomalous Assorted Waste Section (or the NAAW Section). The entirety of AAF-Y/400's operation was immediately put under indefinite lockdown, and security personnel outfitted with specialized AcroaMat suits were dispatched to properly handle the situation. Without delay, the security personnel were able to surround and entrap the humanoid using a heavy metal net. A remote-controlled rover was sent to approach the entrapped humanoid in order to ascertain its appearance and possible origin. However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the humanoid was actually SCP-7956, who was at the time extremely dehydrated and malnourished. Security personnel were fortunately able to quickly transport SCP-7956 to Site-400's Health and Pathology Clinic for emergency medical treatment. He was promptly given specialized nutrients via intravenous injection and now currently sits in a comatose state. This incident was reported to the Department of Human Resources, who has spearheaded the investigation into the nature of SCP-7956's present condition. On another and possibly unrelated note, attending nurses assigned to SCP-7956 have reported that the individual in question possesses an unknown and seemingly irremovable foul odour constantly emanating from his body, described as being similar to the smell of urine. Footnotes 1. As SCP-7956 had initially intended to go against HR guidelines, he shall be disciplined accordingly when he is found. 2. According to Officer Vody, he has exhausted himself after volunteering to aid personnel in preparing for the Site-400's 100th Year Anniversary celebration. 3. At some point in the interview, Officer Vody was asked the reason why he didn't just drink the tap water, to which he answered that where he's from, drinking unfiltered tap water is "disgusting". 4. 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. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7956" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7956. Licensed under CC-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-7957 | safe | An original instance of SCP-7957. Note how it is foggy due to trace amounts of diamond within the glass. Item #: SCP-7957 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7957 is to be contained within a felt case within a stainless steel locked storage container at Site-97. Any variant of SCP-7957 produced during or as a result of testing shall be contained within a separate felt box from the original instances and marked. Testing is only permitted under the supervision of Dr. Robert Sampang, who currently heads research under SCP-7957. Description: SCP-7957 is a group of nine pieces of glass each in the shape of a thick, handlebar-styled mustache. All instances measure 127 mm in diameter, 25.4 mm in height, and 91 grams in weight. Six of the instances of SCP-7957 show heavy traces of pure diamond within the glass; the rest, which were produced during testing, do not. When SCP-7957 is placed upon the upper lip, said person will be transformed into glass and will form a new instance of SCP-7957 that may be attached. However, when destroyed and placed on a subject's upper lip, no effect occurs. Unlike the original instances of SCP-7957, whenever a new instance is formed via testing the glass of the subject will be industrial-grade glass without any diamond. When a non-original instance of SCP-7957 is placed upon a subject, they will still turn to glass, however the mustache they develop is non-anomalous. About 25% of instances may form a top hat, which is also non-anomalous. + Addendum: SCP-7957 Documentation - Close Incident Report: Unauthorized Testing (Dr. Sebastian Dupont) Date: 04/09/09 Location: Site-97, Staff Break Room 07 Involved Personnel: Dr. Sebastian Dupont Description: Dr. Sebastian Dupont, a researcher with knowledge of SCP-7957's properties, engaged in unauthorized testing by placing SCP-7957 on their upper lip in a joking manner within the staff break room. The transformation process occurred as expected, however the resulting glass mustache fell and shattered before retrieval. Interview: 04/10/09 START LOG Site Director: Dr. Alex House: Good evening, Dr. Sampang. I understand there have been significant developments in this project? Dr. Robert Sampang: Yes, indeed, sir. Site Director: Dr. Alex House: We're currently in the process of creating a training video about this anomaly. Could you provide some insights? Dr. Robert Sampang: Certainly. Let me start with the more hazardous aspects. Site Director: Dr. Alex House: Please do. Dr. Robert Sampang: For our initial test, we set up in a testing chamber. The mustache was placed on the upper lip, and the transformation occurred almost instantaneously. In the slow-motion footage, it looked like thick glass forming in reverse. Site Director: Dr. Alex House: Fascinating. Is there more? Dr. Robert Sampang: Yes, there was one peculiar incident worth mentioning… Dr. Robert Sampang: In a less formal setting, one of our researchers, Dr. Sebastian Dupont, placed SCP-7957 on their upper lip as a joke in the staff break room. The transformation occurred, but the resulting mustache fell and shattered before retrieval. Site Director: Dr. Alex House: A regrettable situation. Thank you, Dr. Sampang, for sharing this information. -END LOG Site-97 SCP-7957 Training Video Script [BEGIN SCRIPT] Narrator (Voiceover): Welcome to the Site-97 SCP-7957 Training Video. In this video, we will provide an overview of SCP-7957, its properties, and containment procedures. [Cut to footage of SCP-7957 in containment] Narrator (Voiceover): SCP-7957 is a collection of glass objects resembling thick, handlebar-styled mustaches. These mustaches have unique properties, but they are also fragile and must be handled with care. [Cut to footage of a subject undergoing transformation] Narrator (Voiceover): When placed on the upper lip, SCP-7957 causes a rapid transformation of the subject into glass, starting from the upper lip and spreading downward. This transformation is irreversible. [Cut to footage of containment procedures] Narrator (Voiceover): Containment is vital. SCP-7957 must be stored securely, and unauthorized testing is strictly prohibited. [Cut to footage of Dr. Sebastian Dupont's incident] Narrator (Voiceover): The incident involving Dr. Dupont serves as a reminder of the risks associated with unauthorized testing. [Cut to footage of testing procedures] Narrator (Voiceover): Testing is only permitted under the supervision of Dr. Robert Sampang, who heads the research under SCP-7957. [END SCRIPT] Test Log 1: 04/08/09 Subject: D-4662 Procedure: D-4662 is instructed to place SCP-7957 on their upper lip. Results: D-4662 underwent rapid transformation into glass, starting from the upper lip and spreading downward. Slow-motion footage revealed a visual effect resembling thick glass breaking in reverse. The newly formed instance of SCP-7957, created from D-4662, is stored in a separate felt-lined box. Notes: The transformation process seems to be irreversible. Test Log 2: 04/14/09 Subject: D-8358 Procedure: D-8358 is instructed to place SCP-7957 on their upper lip. Results: D-8358 underwent rapid transformation into glass, starting from the upper lip and spreading downward. Slow-motion footage revealed a visual effect resembling thick glass breaking in reverse. The newly formed instance of SCP-7957, created from D-8358, was dropped by Dr. Robert Sampang and was destroyed before it could be placed in containment. Notes: Fragments should be tested on. Should request a padded room. Test Log 3: 04/16/09 Subject: D-9729 Procedure: D-9729 is instructed to place SCP-7957 on their upper lip. Results: D-9729 underwent rapid transformation into glass, starting from the upper lip and spreading downward. Slow-motion footage revealed a visual effect resembling thick glass breaking in a reverse fashion. The newly formed instance of SCP-7957, created from D-9729, fell, however was protected by floor padding. Notes: The transformation process continues to be irreversible. Test Log 4: 04/19/09 Subject: D-6855 Procedure: D-6855 is instructed to place SCP-7957 on their upper lip. Results: D-6855 underwent rapid transformation into glass, starting from the upper lip and spreading downward. Slow-motion footage again revealed a visual effect resembling thick glass breaking in reverse. The newly formed instance of SCP-7957, created from D-6855, had to be broken off of the newly formed statue before retrieval was possible. Notes: The transformation process continues to be irreversible. Test Log 5: 04/25/09 Subject: D-5737 Procedure: Shards from a previously created instance of SCP-7957, originating from Test Log 2, are placed on the upper lip of D-5737. Results: No observable transformation occurred. The shards remained inert, and D-5737 showed no signs of transformation into glass. Notes: It appears that the shards of SCP-7957, once separated from a complete mustache, do not possess the same anomalous properties and do not induce the transformation effect. Test Log 6: 05/08/09 Subject: D-8204, D-7065, D-5092 Procedure: A non-original mustache from a previously created instance of SCP-7957, originating from Test Log 3, are placed on the upper lips of each D-class. Results: Each D-class transformed into glass, one of them, D-8204, gained a top hat. The mustache of D-5092 fell onto the metal table of the chamber and was destroyed. Notes: Test the top hat and new mustaches. Place padding on table. Test Log 7: 05/12/09 Subject: D-5062, D-3200 Procedure: A non-original mustache from a previously created instance of SCP-7957, originating from Test Log 6, is placed on the upper lip D-5062. Then the top hat is placed upon D-3200. Results: No effect occurred. Notes: Items produced by a non-original mustache are non-anomalous and may be destroyed after testing. Test Log 8: 05/14/09 Subject: D-8354, D-6752, D-6631, D-7321, D-5521, D-8912 Procedure: Each original mustache is placed on the upper lip of a D-class in order to make sure each mustache is still retaining anomalous properties. Results: Each D-class transformed into glass, the mustaches worked as expected. After the test five of the six non-original mustaches were destroyed. Notes: All originals appear to be functioning as expected. Recovery Log: 03/29/09 Location: A small log cabin in rural suburbs near London, United Kingdom. Description: On the night of 03/29/09, local authorities received multiple noise complaints from residents near the cabin. Reports described the sound of constant glass shattering and humanoid glass figures in the road. Due to ongoing law enforcement operations, authorities were unable to respond promptly. Subsequently, Foundation operatives within the police station found the reports suspicious, and dispatched Mobile Task Force Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") to investigate the situation due to beliefs that the situation was viral. Upon arrival at the location, MTF Beta-7 discovered the anomalous activity and observed that the original instances of SCP-7957 were stored neatly in a cabinet, while any other instances had broken. MTF Beta-7 secured the original instances and initiated containment procedures. The surviving individuals, three teenagers—John Hoover, Liam Hoover, and Emily Davis, provided insight into the events of that night. They reported witnessing four of their friends intoxicated, using the mustaches, and subsequently transforming into glass figures. The glass figures were described as unresponsive and having their own mustaches resembling the original instances of SCP-7957. Fearing for their safety, the three teenagers sought refuge in a concealed area of the building until the arrival of MTF Beta-7. The surviving teenagers were mistakenly not administered amnestics and released. The original instances of SCP-7957 were transported to Site-97 for containment. Notes: All three surviving teenagers would later become Foundation personnel and move to Site-97. Unfortunately, Emily Davis, one of the teenagers, was declared MIA in a containment breach incident while serving as a security guard, she has not been recovered. The two brothers, John Hoover and Liam Hoover, pursued careers in Foundation research eventually coming to SCP-7957 research after their origins were rediscovered. « SCP-7956 | SCP-7957 | SCP-7958 » |
SCP-7958 | euclid | close Info X Content note: This article contains gore. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. The ruby, as photographed after the events of Addendum 17. Item #: SCP-7958 Special Containment Procedures (archived): Transmissions of SCP-7958 are to be intercepted and blocked from general airing. Access is to be made available at Site 135's media observation centre. Description: SCP-7958 was a television broadcast, shown on Freeview channel 149, titled "Deals and Bargains 4 U!". It is believed to have been a continuous broadcast, although the feed frequently cut out. The source of the transmission is unknown, no participants in the show have been identified outside it, and all attempts to block it failed. SCP-7958 was structured as a typical teleshopping programme, with a host advertising and demonstrating a range of products. Attempts to call in and purchase products proved successful.1 Items on sale ranged from the generic to the esoteric and conceptual, and it was not uncommon for them to be anomalous or Veil-breaching in nature. Addendum 3: Transcripts of SCP-7958 broadcasts. BEGIN LOG The set is clean white, with a marble island centred in the shot. On the left-hand side is a blue armchair in crushed velvet, whilst on the right of the island is a potted marigold flower. The host is a white woman, age presumed mid-20s, with brown shoulder-length hair. She wears a white sundress adorned with black polka-dots, and is speaking as though the transmission cut in partway through. Host: -ulous pair of leggings is getting the big one, people! Just £11.98! I might as well be paying you to take them! £11.98, I can't - Host motions to her ear before putting her arm down. Host: - and - uh - well, I'm sorry, folks, but it's time to move on to the next product. If you still want those leopard-print leggings, call the number on-screen now. Host: Anyway, let's move on to our next item, which is… drumroll please… this. The host retrieves a small tub of medication. She rattles it, flashing a grin. Host: So, this is a big one, people! Up next, we have a tub of Mylex™, twenty-eight tablets in all! Ever just wanted a basic opinion on things? Need to know if the masses are gonna like your fresh new single? A few doses of Mylex™ and you can be your very own focus group! And it's only £39.99 a tub, so much cheaper and easier. She leans forward, grinning conspiratorially down the camera. Host: Personally, I like to chase it with a nice hit of BLACK FLY, myself. The host winks exaggeratedly, before being wracked with a coughing fit. She puts a hand on the countertop and straightens up. Host: Sorry. Sorry, just… yeah. Uh, what? No, sorry, uh, thirty… £39.99. Grab 'em before we're gone. Ten seconds pass, during which she shifts uncomfortably. Host: Anyway! We're gonna cut to a quick break in a minute, but first, I'm thrilled to introduce our special product! From under the table, she retrieves a ruby, on a crimson velvet cushion. Host: Come on. You can see it. You can see how beautiful it is. And it's yours, for the frankly astonishing price of £299.99. [she laughs] Best of all, I get to go once it's sold! Not that I'm keen to leave you lovely people. But more on that after these messages, I've been R███ Hayes, it's be- END LOG <several transmissions redacted for brevity> BEGIN LOG Hayes is in the process of demonstrating a set of kitchen knives on an assortment of fruit and vegetables. She looks down the camera as she chops up a cucumber. Hayes: So, would you describe yourself as satisfied? Ever feel like your life's going nowhere? Like you have no drive, like your get-up-and-go got up and went? How's about getting it back? Hayes: I'm very pleased to offer you the self-actualisation of a very powerful woman. We won't say who, exactly, for legal reasons, but let me tell you, she's someone who knows what she wants and how to get it. She'd have lived her life fine enough without ever getting there, but my, how much better off she is now, living up to her full potential. She absently pushes the sliced cucumber onto the floor and grabs a parsnip. Hayes: And it really didn't take that much! Just a little push, and she was there, and maybe it was scary at first, but believe me, it's so much better. All's it costs is the blood of one of the desperate poor, just like it cost her, the one who needed that chance and never got it, who - ah, fuck! The knife clatters to the countertop, and she holds her left hand. A deep cut is visible below the thumb, and blood drips onto the white surface beneath. She quickly hides the injured hand behind her back. Hayes: I, uh, I mean - [under her breath] Christ - [in normal voice] I'm so sorry, that's not what you tuned in for, that sort of language's unacceptable, I sincerely apologise. No, I'm fine. Yeah, uh, phone in if you want it. Keeping her hand off-camera at all times, she hurriedly moves the equipment off the counter and bunches up some of her dress to ineffectively wipe up the blood. She returns to her normal position, smoothes out her hair with her right hand and offers a rictus grin to the camera. Hayes: Anyway! Next up, we have… She cranes her neck, squinting. Hayes: We have… She touches a hand to her ear. Hayes: A sofa! That's what we have, a sofa! And it's a better deal than you'll ever get from DFS! God, sorry, must need glasses or something. Anyway, it's… Hayes stares forward, slightly off-camera. There are noticeable rings under her eyes. Hayes: It's… right here? Hesitantly, she reaches under the table and retrieves a box. She stares at it, frowning, and her eyes flick to the ruby. Hayes: [under her breath] Are you sure…? The ruby does not respond. She tilts her head. Hayes: That's not really helpful, you know. The ruby does not respond. She looks to the ceiling in exasperation, then back down the camera, opening the box to reveal a set of car keys. Her frown deepening, she looks up, presumably back at the autocue Hayes: This… this is a, uh, crushed velvet John Lewis sofa. Already broken in for you by our heaviest and laziest workers, it's… it's all the seating you'll ever want. So comfortable and worn you'll get lost in there, you'll never be able to get up again. She looks down. Hayes: …y-yeah. It's, uh, it's great. And it's available to buy, you know. Just like that beautiful ruby. She starts coughing, droppin the keys back to the table with a clatter before collecting herself. She returns them to the box and casually throws it to one side, then rubs her temples, before shaking her hair out of her eyes and pushing a perky smile onto her face. Hayes: Yup! And it's yours for the frankly astonishing price of £299.99. Please buy it. END LOG <several transmissions redacted for brevity> BEGIN LOG Hayes looks slightly to the left of the camera. Her skin is pallid and greasy, her hair matted. She looks uncertainly to the side. Hayes: And, uh, now a short promotional film from Eve Mattresses, about their wonderful new memory foam mattresses. The camera does not cut away. Hayes slumps forward onto the island and moves her hair out of the way so that her forehand rests on the cool marble. Hayes: No, it’s… I just need a minute. Could I get some Anadin? Do we have any in? Or ibupr – no, it’s fine. It’s fine. Oh, God, we back on already? She hastily forces herself upright; her hair is mussed. Hayes: Welcome back! So glad you could make it, we've got so many more products for you. Including… the big one. Hayes produces the ruby on the cushion. The cut on her left hand is visible, blood encrusted around it. Hayes: Here she is. Yours for the frankly astonishing price of £299.99. Put it on your mantelpiece, give it to your mistress, keep it in a box in a safe, the possibilities are endless, but they're there. Hell, if I were on the outside, I'd probably have a cheeky bid myself! She laughs, then pauses, staring into the ruby for several seconds. Hayes: What do you think? Would you come with me, if you could? How'd you like to see a bit more of the world? The ruby does not respond. She picks the gem up, holding it above and in front of her with one hand. Hayes: Come on, you're not pigeon-livered, are you? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? Take a little trip back, wi- Without warning she doubles over, dropping the ruby back on the cushion. Coughing and retching violently, she hacks up blood over the countertop and the items on it. Hayes: Oh God, shit, sorry - I mean, damn - oh, bloody hell, uh, anyone got a wetwipe? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I need a wetwipe. Sorry, I'll get it. Wiping blood from the corners of her mouth, she hurries off-camera. Ruby: You're not getting blood out of velvet, you know. Hayes: [muffled] Look, I've gotta do something. I'm sorry. END LOG <several transmissions redacted for brevity> BEGIN LOG Hayes leans on the marble countertop, breathing slightly heavily. She grins wildly at the camera. Hayes: -and no more! So get it before it's gone! Just like this beautiful ruby, yours for- Ruby: Do you really think I'm going anywhere? Hayes: -f-for the, uh… I, uh, let me demonstrate this fabulous television we found in a skip outside Prometheus Labs! She ducks down under the counter, and after some audible struggle she produces a small CRT television and dumps it heavily on the top. As she gasps for breath, her left hand is visible in shot; it is visibly inflamed, pus leaking from the purple-tinged open wound. Her eyes flick to it momentarily and she quickly moves it behind her back. Hayes: So, uh, th-this is a, uh, a one-of-a-kind deal! You'll never feel like there's nothing to watch on telly again if you own this, because this bad boy - [she slaps the top of the TV with her right hand, almost falling onto the counter before catching herself] - doesn't just get you Freeview, it gets you Freeview from other realities. Oh, yes, you can cross between the poles, for you there'll be no mystery. Imagine that! Imagine the things you could watch! Richard Griffiths as Doctor Who! Norwich City winning the Premiership! Hell, maybe in another world you could be on telly! Hayes: Imagine that! Imagine that! Imagine a, a world where you're a rock star, or, or Prime Minister, or- Ruby: A world where you're not presenting this? Hayes is silent. Hayes: I, uh, I think you still have to pay for Sky, though. Here, lemme demonstrate. She presses the power button. Nothing happens, and she offers a nervous glance at the camera. Hayes: Aha. Just- She presses the power button twice more, to no avail. Then, she hammers at it repeatedly, before looking down. Hayes: Oh shit, it's not plugged in. Uh… As she tries to run a hand through her hair it gets stuck in the greasy matts. She tries to force it through, and a large clump tears out, in response to which she blanches and shakes her hand free of hair, spattering some pus on the TV screen in the process. Hayes: No, don't switch over, I swear it works, just - just give me a minute, I swear - Hayes drops to her hands and knees, and can be heard scrabbling about. Hayes: Oh no, wait! We've got to go to adverts, but you can buy - I didn't say how much it was, just - The sounds of movement stop, and a low moan is audible. Hayes: [quietly] I promise it's worth it. END LOG <several transmissions redacted for brevity> BEGIN LOG Hayes stands still. In front of her is the ruby, sat on its cushion. Hayes: It's nice, isn't it? Yours for the frankly astonishing price of £299.99. Silence. Hayes: What's wrong with it? She is deathly pale, her skin slick and blotchy. Patches of hair are missing, the remainder thick with oil, and her dress is stained with blood and pus. Several of her fingernails have peeled away. Her left hand is a deep purple, the index finger missing; she periodically makes half-hearted attempts to hide it from the camera, before apparently forgetting. Hayes: It's nice, isn't it? Isn't it? It's… it's the sort of thing you'd want around. The sort of thing you'd buy. It's not unreasonable, is it? There must be someone out there who wants it. There must be someone out there. Her breath catches in her throat. Hayes: So why is it still here? Silence. Ruby: Why are you still here? She starts. Hayes: I, uh. I can't go. Not 'til I've sold you. Ruby: Why not? Hayes: That's… because it's why I'm here. Ruby: And you've done a stand-up job so far. Hayes: Now that's not fair. Ruby: No? How much have you sold? Hayes is quiet. Ruby: Come on. You've been doing this for so long now. You must have sold something. Hayes: I… I'm doing my best. Ruby: It'd seem your best isn't good enough. Hayes: [she hesitates, before whispering] Then what am I supposed to do? Ruby: Something else? Anything else? Hayes: I… I - look, please. Just - please. I'll get it eventually. I've come this far. It'll be fine. Absent-mindedly, she peels another fingernail free. Ruby: And how far have you come? Hayes: I… I can do it. I can sell you. Just give me a chance, please- Ruby: What on earth makes you think this is going to change? Silence. Ruby: Do you know what I think? I think this is all you've got. Just you, standing there, talking into a camera, doing something you hate for people you hate, that's all you have, forever. Maybe it could change, but it's not, is it? Hayes: You don't know- Ruby: Well, how long are you going to try? How long can you afford to stay huddled on the ground before you're willing to unfurl your wings? Because you can fly. It might not be graceful, or high, or steady, but it has to be better than this. Surely. Brief pause. Ruby: Honestly, look at the state of you. Hayes moves her rotting left hand out of shot again. Hayes: There's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine. Ruby: Oh? This is what you want, then? Hayes: I… I, uh… Ruby: Because I'll tell you what I think you want. You want to leave this place and never have to see it again, never have to look down a camera again, never have to pretend you're serving the world up on a platter when in reality it's nothing more than an empty dish. But that's not going to happen, don't you agree? Hayes: I… you don't know- Ruby: You want to scream about how it's so bloody unfair, all of it, and you know how petulant and pathetic it makes you but hell, it's not like anyone's gonna hear you say it! You want to fly over to that door and pound on it until your fists splinter and shatter shards of bone like snowfall, painting bloody streaks on the white, grinding yourself into paste tearing your way out, pushing your way through. But you don't have it in you. And you never will. Hayes: That's enough. Ruby: I don't think it is. You're still here Hayes: I - Ruby: Honestly, I think you're making it up. You clearly like it here. You're such a good presenter, after all, given you couldn't sell beer to an alcoholic. It's embarrassing, really, how you'd rather loiter in this dingy old place than try for any semblance of positivity, but it makes sense. You and misery go together like a pig and mud. Hayes: Please - Ruby: It's fair enough. The thing is, this is the best you can hope for, really. Even if you could leave, you'd be better off not botheri- Hayes: Would you shut the fuck up?! Hayes snatches feverishly at the gemstone and hurls it at the back wall of the studio, leaving a dent in the white plaster. She breathes heavily. Ruby: Better? Hayes: Fuck you. Ruby: That's more like it. Hayes: Just… enough. She leans onto the wall and slides down it, so that she is sat next to the ruby, limbs splayed. Hayes: Please. I'm tired. Ruby: You're not going to get any less tired in here. Hayes: I… She trails off. Hayes: Well, it's a moot point. I can't. I just can't. Ruby: Why not? Hayes: Why - have you not listened to a single damn word I've said? Ruby: I've listened to every word you've said. And there's one thing I still just don't understand. What's stopping you leaving? Hayes: I - it's in the job description. It's literally the crux of the job. I can't go. Ruby: Let me rephrase, then; who's stopping you? Hayes goes to speak, then stops. The camera slowly pans around the studio. It is empty, in disarray. Products from previous sales are strewn across the floor, a boom mic has toppled, torn, sodden magazines litter a table near the wall. Dust covers every surface, and it is clear that nothing has been disturbed for some time. Eventually, the camera settles on the exit door. A caduceus hangs on it. The door is slightly ajar, and the light that creeps through the crack is a deep crimson. From off-camera, Hayes speaks. Hayes: I… I don't… Ruby: Do you see now? Hayes: I can just…? She pauses. Hayes: No. No, no, I can't just… Ruby: You can't keep living like this. Silence. Ruby: It's okay. You still have time. END LOG Addendum 16: BEGIN LOG The camera is still focused on the door. It has opened further since the previous broadcast; the dim red lighting makes it difficult to interpret, but it appears to lead to a corridor, stretching far into the distance with no end visible. Just visible to the left of the shot is Hayes, sat slumped on the floor, propped up by the wall. She stares listlessly at nothing; however she glances into the camera, apparently at a noise not picked up by the studio microphones. She forces a smile, struggles upright with a grunt and shambles to the table, which she leans on for support. Hayes: Hi everyone. New product for you. Her body is in a severe state of decay. Her lower legs are purple and swollen, the left clearly too stiff to move properly, and her hands tremor as she takes a moment to catch her breath. Hayes: It's a person. Specifically, a woman. A plain, boring, average woman. Someone you wouldn't give a second look to if you passed her on the street. Nothing special in the least. Hayes: But that's fine. Honestly, it is. Not everyone can be special, or no-one would be special. And she's genuinely, sincerely happy to be nothing special. Sometimes it's enough to just be. She absent-mindedly scratches at her upper left arm. Blackened skin sloughs off the swollen flesh; she appears not to notice. Hayes: And that's what she is. A plain, average woman. Living her life. Content. Because she has what she wants, her life, and that's all she's asking for. Hayes: That's what it's all about, really. Life. The living thereof. The thing people don't really get is that it's not a journey, or a rollercoaster, it's not wild or precious, it's just… this. She gestures vaguely around her. Hayes: This is all there is. This, and nothing but this. And that's okay, really. This isn't necessarily bad. At its worst, she makes do with it. At its best, well. She laughs, which quickly turns to coughing, spitting up blood on her dress. Glancing down, she goes to touch the stain, but closes her eyes and exhales shakily, dropping her hand. Hayes: [quietly] At its best, it's just a dream. Her eyes flick up to the camera, hazy and unfocused. Hayes: So, there's the product. That's what I'm selling here. What do you think? She smiles, shyly at first, then more broadly. Several of her teeth have fallen out, most of the rest are blackened, her gums inflamed. Hayes: Are you buying it? The feed fizzles into static. Ruby: Well? Are you? END LOG Addendum 17: Testing log. Foreword: Dr. Valerie Whitaker requested permission to call in to SCP-7958 and make a purchase, to test whether the sale would go through. This was approved, and it was decided that, given the apparent significance placed on it, she would order the special offer item. BEGIN LOG The camera remains on the exit door. Hayes is not visible for the duration of the broadcast. Hayes: Phone's going. Silence. Hayes: Right, yeah. Course. Sounds of shifting, followed by heaving breaths and slow, dragged footsteps. Then, the sound of a button being pressed. Hayes: Hi! What… Heavy breathing. Hayes: What can I do for you? Whitaker: Hi there. I'd like to order that ruby, please. Silence. Hayes: Sorry, what? Whitaker: The ruby. The special offer. I'd like to buy it. Hayes: You… you would? Whitaker: Absolutely. Hayes: Why? Whitaker: It'd look good on a necklace, I think. Hayes snorts. Hayes: Sorry, uh. I don't mean to be rude to a customer, but, uh, yeah. It's gone up, I'm afraid. £399.99. Cost of living crisis, and all, I get if - Whitaker: I'm happy to pay any price. Hayes: You… you don't mean that. Whitaker: I do. I'd really like that ruby. Don't you want to sell it? Hayes: I… uh, I mean, yeah, of course I… I don't… Sounds of retching. Whitaker: Are you alright? Hayes: Yes! Fine! Why would you even ask? Whitaker: I don't know. Something about watching the programme for a bit gave me the impression you weren't entirely happy. Wheezing laughter can be heard. Hayes: Don't be daft! I mean, uh - not that I'm calling you - I'm fine. Just - I'm okay. I'm fine. I'm very sorry if… if my demeanour has hampered your enjoyment of the show, you can report it to… Brief silence. Hayes: To… Whitaker: How long have you been here? Hayes: What, presenting the show? Long as I can remember. Does it matter? Whitaker: This is a continuous broadcast, right? No other presenters? Hayes: [she hesitates] No. Just me. Never needed anyone else, I can do the job just fine. Whitaker: Oh? Hayes swallows. Hayes: Look, what are you getting at here? Whitaker: You said you get to go when you sell the ruby? Hayes: Well, I suppose- Whitaker: How long have you been trying? Hayes: It… it doesn't matter. I have a job to do, I-I-I've gotta- Whitaker: Ms. Hayes… Hayes: No, like, like - it doesn't matter how long, it's what I'm here for, it's what matters, how long- Whitaker: Ruby. Hayes hesitates. Whitaker: Long enough? Silence. Hayes: [whispering] Yeah. Brief pause. Hayes: It's just… a lot. Y'know. The idea of… of stuff that's, y'know. Not this. Whitaker: I think it's worth it. Do you? Lengthy pause. Hayes swallows. Hayes: It's, uh, Hermes delivery. That okay? Whitaker: Absolutely. Thank you very much. Hayes: And… you… you really want this? You're not going to change your mind or anything? Whitaker: Yes. Hayes: …okay. Whitaker: Wonderful. I'm very much looking forward to receiving it, then. Hayes: Just - before you go. Is - I mean - She stops, and exhales deeply. Hayes: Thank you. Dr. Whitaker laughs softly. Whitaker: Go on. God in his mercy lend you grace. Dr. Whitaker hangs up. Faint breathing can be heard for several seconds. Hayes: No mystery. END LOG Closing statement: The ruby arrived twelve days after purchase, in a battered cardboard package. It was found to be non-anomalous, and made of plastic. Addendum 18: Final broadcast. BEGIN LOG The transmission opens on the usual set, vacant. The lights are dimmed, and a boom mic is visible in the top left-hand corner of the screen. Underneath it is the plant pot, shattered against the wall; soil is scattered everywhere, and the marigold lies on the floor. The recording is silent, save for the gentle hum of the studio lights. There are no signs of life. This continues for one hour and fifty-one minutes. Then, Hayes enters the shot. Her shoulders are relaxed, and she wears an easy smile. None of the previous decay is apparent. She wears an identical, clean, dress, and a fresh coat of makeup. Hayes: Good evening, everyone. I'm glad to be here. Really. She smiles down the camera, right hand clasped over her opposite wrist. Hayes: I just wanted to say, I'm sure it's clear to you all that I've… well, I've been going through some stuff recently. I've been doing a lot of thinking, I've really needed to, and I… think I've worked things out. And let me tell you, I am so glad. She rubs her eyes and exhales deeply. Hayes: So welcome. I'm so happy to be here with you tonight. We're gonna have a great time here together, I just know it. And now there's no little devil on my shoulder to lead me into the desert, we can actually do it in peace. Hayes: But enough talk, let's get on with the show! Up first, we have a marvellous deep-fat fryer from Russell Hobbs. Recommended retail price is £53.99; we're doing it for just £39.99. £39.99! For this! She gestures with her right arm. Her palm is visibly slick, and what appears to be concealer has come away from where she was holding her wrist, revealing dark, discoloured flesh underneath. Looking down, her face drops, and she quickly moves her hand back to cover. Hayes: Well, ah, any - ah, anyway! Of course, it goes without saying that the main attraction is our special offer, and it's a big one tonight! We have… With her left hand, she retrieves a ruby on a crimson velvet cushion. Hayes: Come on. You can see it. You can see how beautiful it is. And it's yours, for the frankly astonishing price of three - uh, £599.99. [she laughs] Best of all, I get to go once it's sold! Yeah… Hayes swallows, smiling quickly. She nods to herself. Hayes: Yeah. This time. Transmission continues uneventfully for another minute, before Hayes walks forward to reach something and appears to accidentally knock the camera from its stand, at which point the feed cuts out. END LOG No further transmissions have been detected, and SCP-7958 has been reclassified to Neutralised accordingly. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 17. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7958" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7958. Licensed under CC-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: abeautifulnameforabeautifulsoul Name: Synthetic ruby 3.jpg Author: James St. John License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7958 | neutralized | close Info X Content note: This article contains gore. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. The ruby, as photographed after the events of Addendum 17. Item #: SCP-7958 Special Containment Procedures (archived): Transmissions of SCP-7958 are to be intercepted and blocked from general airing. Access is to be made available at Site 135's media observation centre. Description: SCP-7958 was a television broadcast, shown on Freeview channel 149, titled "Deals and Bargains 4 U!". It is believed to have been a continuous broadcast, although the feed frequently cut out. The source of the transmission is unknown, no participants in the show have been identified outside it, and all attempts to block it failed. SCP-7958 was structured as a typical teleshopping programme, with a host advertising and demonstrating a range of products. Attempts to call in and purchase products proved successful.1 Items on sale ranged from the generic to the esoteric and conceptual, and it was not uncommon for them to be anomalous or Veil-breaching in nature. Addendum 3: Transcripts of SCP-7958 broadcasts. BEGIN LOG The set is clean white, with a marble island centred in the shot. On the left-hand side is a blue armchair in crushed velvet, whilst on the right of the island is a potted marigold flower. The host is a white woman, age presumed mid-20s, with brown shoulder-length hair. She wears a white sundress adorned with black polka-dots, and is speaking as though the transmission cut in partway through. Host: -ulous pair of leggings is getting the big one, people! Just £11.98! I might as well be paying you to take them! £11.98, I can't - Host motions to her ear before putting her arm down. Host: - and - uh - well, I'm sorry, folks, but it's time to move on to the next product. If you still want those leopard-print leggings, call the number on-screen now. Host: Anyway, let's move on to our next item, which is… drumroll please… this. The host retrieves a small tub of medication. She rattles it, flashing a grin. Host: So, this is a big one, people! Up next, we have a tub of Mylex™, twenty-eight tablets in all! Ever just wanted a basic opinion on things? Need to know if the masses are gonna like your fresh new single? A few doses of Mylex™ and you can be your very own focus group! And it's only £39.99 a tub, so much cheaper and easier. She leans forward, grinning conspiratorially down the camera. Host: Personally, I like to chase it with a nice hit of BLACK FLY, myself. The host winks exaggeratedly, before being wracked with a coughing fit. She puts a hand on the countertop and straightens up. Host: Sorry. Sorry, just… yeah. Uh, what? No, sorry, uh, thirty… £39.99. Grab 'em before we're gone. Ten seconds pass, during which she shifts uncomfortably. Host: Anyway! We're gonna cut to a quick break in a minute, but first, I'm thrilled to introduce our special product! From under the table, she retrieves a ruby, on a crimson velvet cushion. Host: Come on. You can see it. You can see how beautiful it is. And it's yours, for the frankly astonishing price of £299.99. [she laughs] Best of all, I get to go once it's sold! Not that I'm keen to leave you lovely people. But more on that after these messages, I've been R███ Hayes, it's be- END LOG <several transmissions redacted for brevity> BEGIN LOG Hayes is in the process of demonstrating a set of kitchen knives on an assortment of fruit and vegetables. She looks down the camera as she chops up a cucumber. Hayes: So, would you describe yourself as satisfied? Ever feel like your life's going nowhere? Like you have no drive, like your get-up-and-go got up and went? How's about getting it back? Hayes: I'm very pleased to offer you the self-actualisation of a very powerful woman. We won't say who, exactly, for legal reasons, but let me tell you, she's someone who knows what she wants and how to get it. She'd have lived her life fine enough without ever getting there, but my, how much better off she is now, living up to her full potential. She absently pushes the sliced cucumber onto the floor and grabs a parsnip. Hayes: And it really didn't take that much! Just a little push, and she was there, and maybe it was scary at first, but believe me, it's so much better. All's it costs is the blood of one of the desperate poor, just like it cost her, the one who needed that chance and never got it, who - ah, fuck! The knife clatters to the countertop, and she holds her left hand. A deep cut is visible below the thumb, and blood drips onto the white surface beneath. She quickly hides the injured hand behind her back. Hayes: I, uh, I mean - [under her breath] Christ - [in normal voice] I'm so sorry, that's not what you tuned in for, that sort of language's unacceptable, I sincerely apologise. No, I'm fine. Yeah, uh, phone in if you want it. Keeping her hand off-camera at all times, she hurriedly moves the equipment off the counter and bunches up some of her dress to ineffectively wipe up the blood. She returns to her normal position, smoothes out her hair with her right hand and offers a rictus grin to the camera. Hayes: Anyway! Next up, we have… She cranes her neck, squinting. Hayes: We have… She touches a hand to her ear. Hayes: A sofa! That's what we have, a sofa! And it's a better deal than you'll ever get from DFS! God, sorry, must need glasses or something. Anyway, it's… Hayes stares forward, slightly off-camera. There are noticeable rings under her eyes. Hayes: It's… right here? Hesitantly, she reaches under the table and retrieves a box. She stares at it, frowning, and her eyes flick to the ruby. Hayes: [under her breath] Are you sure…? The ruby does not respond. She tilts her head. Hayes: That's not really helpful, you know. The ruby does not respond. She looks to the ceiling in exasperation, then back down the camera, opening the box to reveal a set of car keys. Her frown deepening, she looks up, presumably back at the autocue Hayes: This… this is a, uh, crushed velvet John Lewis sofa. Already broken in for you by our heaviest and laziest workers, it's… it's all the seating you'll ever want. So comfortable and worn you'll get lost in there, you'll never be able to get up again. She looks down. Hayes: …y-yeah. It's, uh, it's great. And it's available to buy, you know. Just like that beautiful ruby. She starts coughing, droppin the keys back to the table with a clatter before collecting herself. She returns them to the box and casually throws it to one side, then rubs her temples, before shaking her hair out of her eyes and pushing a perky smile onto her face. Hayes: Yup! And it's yours for the frankly astonishing price of £299.99. Please buy it. END LOG <several transmissions redacted for brevity> BEGIN LOG Hayes looks slightly to the left of the camera. Her skin is pallid and greasy, her hair matted. She looks uncertainly to the side. Hayes: And, uh, now a short promotional film from Eve Mattresses, about their wonderful new memory foam mattresses. The camera does not cut away. Hayes slumps forward onto the island and moves her hair out of the way so that her forehand rests on the cool marble. Hayes: No, it’s… I just need a minute. Could I get some Anadin? Do we have any in? Or ibupr – no, it’s fine. It’s fine. Oh, God, we back on already? She hastily forces herself upright; her hair is mussed. Hayes: Welcome back! So glad you could make it, we've got so many more products for you. Including… the big one. Hayes produces the ruby on the cushion. The cut on her left hand is visible, blood encrusted around it. Hayes: Here she is. Yours for the frankly astonishing price of £299.99. Put it on your mantelpiece, give it to your mistress, keep it in a box in a safe, the possibilities are endless, but they're there. Hell, if I were on the outside, I'd probably have a cheeky bid myself! She laughs, then pauses, staring into the ruby for several seconds. Hayes: What do you think? Would you come with me, if you could? How'd you like to see a bit more of the world? The ruby does not respond. She picks the gem up, holding it above and in front of her with one hand. Hayes: Come on, you're not pigeon-livered, are you? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? Take a little trip back, wi- Without warning she doubles over, dropping the ruby back on the cushion. Coughing and retching violently, she hacks up blood over the countertop and the items on it. Hayes: Oh God, shit, sorry - I mean, damn - oh, bloody hell, uh, anyone got a wetwipe? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I need a wetwipe. Sorry, I'll get it. Wiping blood from the corners of her mouth, she hurries off-camera. Ruby: You're not getting blood out of velvet, you know. Hayes: [muffled] Look, I've gotta do something. I'm sorry. END LOG <several transmissions redacted for brevity> BEGIN LOG Hayes leans on the marble countertop, breathing slightly heavily. She grins wildly at the camera. Hayes: -and no more! So get it before it's gone! Just like this beautiful ruby, yours for- Ruby: Do you really think I'm going anywhere? Hayes: -f-for the, uh… I, uh, let me demonstrate this fabulous television we found in a skip outside Prometheus Labs! She ducks down under the counter, and after some audible struggle she produces a small CRT television and dumps it heavily on the top. As she gasps for breath, her left hand is visible in shot; it is visibly inflamed, pus leaking from the purple-tinged open wound. Her eyes flick to it momentarily and she quickly moves it behind her back. Hayes: So, uh, th-this is a, uh, a one-of-a-kind deal! You'll never feel like there's nothing to watch on telly again if you own this, because this bad boy - [she slaps the top of the TV with her right hand, almost falling onto the counter before catching herself] - doesn't just get you Freeview, it gets you Freeview from other realities. Oh, yes, you can cross between the poles, for you there'll be no mystery. Imagine that! Imagine the things you could watch! Richard Griffiths as Doctor Who! Norwich City winning the Premiership! Hell, maybe in another world you could be on telly! Hayes: Imagine that! Imagine that! Imagine a, a world where you're a rock star, or, or Prime Minister, or- Ruby: A world where you're not presenting this? Hayes is silent. Hayes: I, uh, I think you still have to pay for Sky, though. Here, lemme demonstrate. She presses the power button. Nothing happens, and she offers a nervous glance at the camera. Hayes: Aha. Just- She presses the power button twice more, to no avail. Then, she hammers at it repeatedly, before looking down. Hayes: Oh shit, it's not plugged in. Uh… As she tries to run a hand through her hair it gets stuck in the greasy matts. She tries to force it through, and a large clump tears out, in response to which she blanches and shakes her hand free of hair, spattering some pus on the TV screen in the process. Hayes: No, don't switch over, I swear it works, just - just give me a minute, I swear - Hayes drops to her hands and knees, and can be heard scrabbling about. Hayes: Oh no, wait! We've got to go to adverts, but you can buy - I didn't say how much it was, just - The sounds of movement stop, and a low moan is audible. Hayes: [quietly] I promise it's worth it. END LOG <several transmissions redacted for brevity> BEGIN LOG Hayes stands still. In front of her is the ruby, sat on its cushion. Hayes: It's nice, isn't it? Yours for the frankly astonishing price of £299.99. Silence. Hayes: What's wrong with it? She is deathly pale, her skin slick and blotchy. Patches of hair are missing, the remainder thick with oil, and her dress is stained with blood and pus. Several of her fingernails have peeled away. Her left hand is a deep purple, the index finger missing; she periodically makes half-hearted attempts to hide it from the camera, before apparently forgetting. Hayes: It's nice, isn't it? Isn't it? It's… it's the sort of thing you'd want around. The sort of thing you'd buy. It's not unreasonable, is it? There must be someone out there who wants it. There must be someone out there. Her breath catches in her throat. Hayes: So why is it still here? Silence. Ruby: Why are you still here? She starts. Hayes: I, uh. I can't go. Not 'til I've sold you. Ruby: Why not? Hayes: That's… because it's why I'm here. Ruby: And you've done a stand-up job so far. Hayes: Now that's not fair. Ruby: No? How much have you sold? Hayes is quiet. Ruby: Come on. You've been doing this for so long now. You must have sold something. Hayes: I… I'm doing my best. Ruby: It'd seem your best isn't good enough. Hayes: [she hesitates, before whispering] Then what am I supposed to do? Ruby: Something else? Anything else? Hayes: I… I - look, please. Just - please. I'll get it eventually. I've come this far. It'll be fine. Absent-mindedly, she peels another fingernail free. Ruby: And how far have you come? Hayes: I… I can do it. I can sell you. Just give me a chance, please- Ruby: What on earth makes you think this is going to change? Silence. Ruby: Do you know what I think? I think this is all you've got. Just you, standing there, talking into a camera, doing something you hate for people you hate, that's all you have, forever. Maybe it could change, but it's not, is it? Hayes: You don't know- Ruby: Well, how long are you going to try? How long can you afford to stay huddled on the ground before you're willing to unfurl your wings? Because you can fly. It might not be graceful, or high, or steady, but it has to be better than this. Surely. Brief pause. Ruby: Honestly, look at the state of you. Hayes moves her rotting left hand out of shot again. Hayes: There's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine. Ruby: Oh? This is what you want, then? Hayes: I… I, uh… Ruby: Because I'll tell you what I think you want. You want to leave this place and never have to see it again, never have to look down a camera again, never have to pretend you're serving the world up on a platter when in reality it's nothing more than an empty dish. But that's not going to happen, don't you agree? Hayes: I… you don't know- Ruby: You want to scream about how it's so bloody unfair, all of it, and you know how petulant and pathetic it makes you but hell, it's not like anyone's gonna hear you say it! You want to fly over to that door and pound on it until your fists splinter and shatter shards of bone like snowfall, painting bloody streaks on the white, grinding yourself into paste tearing your way out, pushing your way through. But you don't have it in you. And you never will. Hayes: That's enough. Ruby: I don't think it is. You're still here Hayes: I - Ruby: Honestly, I think you're making it up. You clearly like it here. You're such a good presenter, after all, given you couldn't sell beer to an alcoholic. It's embarrassing, really, how you'd rather loiter in this dingy old place than try for any semblance of positivity, but it makes sense. You and misery go together like a pig and mud. Hayes: Please - Ruby: It's fair enough. The thing is, this is the best you can hope for, really. Even if you could leave, you'd be better off not botheri- Hayes: Would you shut the fuck up?! Hayes snatches feverishly at the gemstone and hurls it at the back wall of the studio, leaving a dent in the white plaster. She breathes heavily. Ruby: Better? Hayes: Fuck you. Ruby: That's more like it. Hayes: Just… enough. She leans onto the wall and slides down it, so that she is sat next to the ruby, limbs splayed. Hayes: Please. I'm tired. Ruby: You're not going to get any less tired in here. Hayes: I… She trails off. Hayes: Well, it's a moot point. I can't. I just can't. Ruby: Why not? Hayes: Why - have you not listened to a single damn word I've said? Ruby: I've listened to every word you've said. And there's one thing I still just don't understand. What's stopping you leaving? Hayes: I - it's in the job description. It's literally the crux of the job. I can't go. Ruby: Let me rephrase, then; who's stopping you? Hayes goes to speak, then stops. The camera slowly pans around the studio. It is empty, in disarray. Products from previous sales are strewn across the floor, a boom mic has toppled, torn, sodden magazines litter a table near the wall. Dust covers every surface, and it is clear that nothing has been disturbed for some time. Eventually, the camera settles on the exit door. A caduceus hangs on it. The door is slightly ajar, and the light that creeps through the crack is a deep crimson. From off-camera, Hayes speaks. Hayes: I… I don't… Ruby: Do you see now? Hayes: I can just…? She pauses. Hayes: No. No, no, I can't just… Ruby: You can't keep living like this. Silence. Ruby: It's okay. You still have time. END LOG Addendum 16: BEGIN LOG The camera is still focused on the door. It has opened further since the previous broadcast; the dim red lighting makes it difficult to interpret, but it appears to lead to a corridor, stretching far into the distance with no end visible. Just visible to the left of the shot is Hayes, sat slumped on the floor, propped up by the wall. She stares listlessly at nothing; however she glances into the camera, apparently at a noise not picked up by the studio microphones. She forces a smile, struggles upright with a grunt and shambles to the table, which she leans on for support. Hayes: Hi everyone. New product for you. Her body is in a severe state of decay. Her lower legs are purple and swollen, the left clearly too stiff to move properly, and her hands tremor as she takes a moment to catch her breath. Hayes: It's a person. Specifically, a woman. A plain, boring, average woman. Someone you wouldn't give a second look to if you passed her on the street. Nothing special in the least. Hayes: But that's fine. Honestly, it is. Not everyone can be special, or no-one would be special. And she's genuinely, sincerely happy to be nothing special. Sometimes it's enough to just be. She absent-mindedly scratches at her upper left arm. Blackened skin sloughs off the swollen flesh; she appears not to notice. Hayes: And that's what she is. A plain, average woman. Living her life. Content. Because she has what she wants, her life, and that's all she's asking for. Hayes: That's what it's all about, really. Life. The living thereof. The thing people don't really get is that it's not a journey, or a rollercoaster, it's not wild or precious, it's just… this. She gestures vaguely around her. Hayes: This is all there is. This, and nothing but this. And that's okay, really. This isn't necessarily bad. At its worst, she makes do with it. At its best, well. She laughs, which quickly turns to coughing, spitting up blood on her dress. Glancing down, she goes to touch the stain, but closes her eyes and exhales shakily, dropping her hand. Hayes: [quietly] At its best, it's just a dream. Her eyes flick up to the camera, hazy and unfocused. Hayes: So, there's the product. That's what I'm selling here. What do you think? She smiles, shyly at first, then more broadly. Several of her teeth have fallen out, most of the rest are blackened, her gums inflamed. Hayes: Are you buying it? The feed fizzles into static. Ruby: Well? Are you? END LOG Addendum 17: Testing log. Foreword: Dr. Valerie Whitaker requested permission to call in to SCP-7958 and make a purchase, to test whether the sale would go through. This was approved, and it was decided that, given the apparent significance placed on it, she would order the special offer item. BEGIN LOG The camera remains on the exit door. Hayes is not visible for the duration of the broadcast. Hayes: Phone's going. Silence. Hayes: Right, yeah. Course. Sounds of shifting, followed by heaving breaths and slow, dragged footsteps. Then, the sound of a button being pressed. Hayes: Hi! What… Heavy breathing. Hayes: What can I do for you? Whitaker: Hi there. I'd like to order that ruby, please. Silence. Hayes: Sorry, what? Whitaker: The ruby. The special offer. I'd like to buy it. Hayes: You… you would? Whitaker: Absolutely. Hayes: Why? Whitaker: It'd look good on a necklace, I think. Hayes snorts. Hayes: Sorry, uh. I don't mean to be rude to a customer, but, uh, yeah. It's gone up, I'm afraid. £399.99. Cost of living crisis, and all, I get if - Whitaker: I'm happy to pay any price. Hayes: You… you don't mean that. Whitaker: I do. I'd really like that ruby. Don't you want to sell it? Hayes: I… uh, I mean, yeah, of course I… I don't… Sounds of retching. Whitaker: Are you alright? Hayes: Yes! Fine! Why would you even ask? Whitaker: I don't know. Something about watching the programme for a bit gave me the impression you weren't entirely happy. Wheezing laughter can be heard. Hayes: Don't be daft! I mean, uh - not that I'm calling you - I'm fine. Just - I'm okay. I'm fine. I'm very sorry if… if my demeanour has hampered your enjoyment of the show, you can report it to… Brief silence. Hayes: To… Whitaker: How long have you been here? Hayes: What, presenting the show? Long as I can remember. Does it matter? Whitaker: This is a continuous broadcast, right? No other presenters? Hayes: [she hesitates] No. Just me. Never needed anyone else, I can do the job just fine. Whitaker: Oh? Hayes swallows. Hayes: Look, what are you getting at here? Whitaker: You said you get to go when you sell the ruby? Hayes: Well, I suppose- Whitaker: How long have you been trying? Hayes: It… it doesn't matter. I have a job to do, I-I-I've gotta- Whitaker: Ms. Hayes… Hayes: No, like, like - it doesn't matter how long, it's what I'm here for, it's what matters, how long- Whitaker: Ruby. Hayes hesitates. Whitaker: Long enough? Silence. Hayes: [whispering] Yeah. Brief pause. Hayes: It's just… a lot. Y'know. The idea of… of stuff that's, y'know. Not this. Whitaker: I think it's worth it. Do you? Lengthy pause. Hayes swallows. Hayes: It's, uh, Hermes delivery. That okay? Whitaker: Absolutely. Thank you very much. Hayes: And… you… you really want this? You're not going to change your mind or anything? Whitaker: Yes. Hayes: …okay. Whitaker: Wonderful. I'm very much looking forward to receiving it, then. Hayes: Just - before you go. Is - I mean - She stops, and exhales deeply. Hayes: Thank you. Dr. Whitaker laughs softly. Whitaker: Go on. God in his mercy lend you grace. Dr. Whitaker hangs up. Faint breathing can be heard for several seconds. Hayes: No mystery. END LOG Closing statement: The ruby arrived twelve days after purchase, in a battered cardboard package. It was found to be non-anomalous, and made of plastic. Addendum 18: Final broadcast. BEGIN LOG The transmission opens on the usual set, vacant. The lights are dimmed, and a boom mic is visible in the top left-hand corner of the screen. Underneath it is the plant pot, shattered against the wall; soil is scattered everywhere, and the marigold lies on the floor. The recording is silent, save for the gentle hum of the studio lights. There are no signs of life. This continues for one hour and fifty-one minutes. Then, Hayes enters the shot. Her shoulders are relaxed, and she wears an easy smile. None of the previous decay is apparent. She wears an identical, clean, dress, and a fresh coat of makeup. Hayes: Good evening, everyone. I'm glad to be here. Really. She smiles down the camera, right hand clasped over her opposite wrist. Hayes: I just wanted to say, I'm sure it's clear to you all that I've… well, I've been going through some stuff recently. I've been doing a lot of thinking, I've really needed to, and I… think I've worked things out. And let me tell you, I am so glad. She rubs her eyes and exhales deeply. Hayes: So welcome. I'm so happy to be here with you tonight. We're gonna have a great time here together, I just know it. And now there's no little devil on my shoulder to lead me into the desert, we can actually do it in peace. Hayes: But enough talk, let's get on with the show! Up first, we have a marvellous deep-fat fryer from Russell Hobbs. Recommended retail price is £53.99; we're doing it for just £39.99. £39.99! For this! She gestures with her right arm. Her palm is visibly slick, and what appears to be concealer has come away from where she was holding her wrist, revealing dark, discoloured flesh underneath. Looking down, her face drops, and she quickly moves her hand back to cover. Hayes: Well, ah, any - ah, anyway! Of course, it goes without saying that the main attraction is our special offer, and it's a big one tonight! We have… With her left hand, she retrieves a ruby on a crimson velvet cushion. Hayes: Come on. You can see it. You can see how beautiful it is. And it's yours, for the frankly astonishing price of three - uh, £599.99. [she laughs] Best of all, I get to go once it's sold! Yeah… Hayes swallows, smiling quickly. She nods to herself. Hayes: Yeah. This time. Transmission continues uneventfully for another minute, before Hayes walks forward to reach something and appears to accidentally knock the camera from its stand, at which point the feed cuts out. END LOG No further transmissions have been detected, and SCP-7958 has been reclassified to Neutralised accordingly. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 17. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7958" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7958. Licensed under CC-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: abeautifulnameforabeautifulsoul Name: Synthetic ruby 3.jpg Author: James St. John License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7959 | ticonderoga | If there exists some means of understanding this timeline and its eligibility for existence within the Database, it has yet to be discovered. Billith C L O S E D / S Y S T E M Written by Billith. ITEM #: SCP-7959 OBJECT CLASS: Ticonderoga SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7959 is not containable by any known means. Thankfully, the nature of the anomaly ensures some level of self-containment. Should this no longer be the case, containment efforts are to be reassessed. Investigation of the anomaly can then recommence, to whatever degree this is possible. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7959 refers to TL-7959, a Foundation timeline discovered during routine indexing of the local canonical bundle that displays atypical properties when compared to adjacent timelines, an anomalously improbable behavior. TL-7959 is inaccessible through all possible efforts; Any attempt to assess the properties of this timeline invariably fail, through a variety of factors such as data corruption, equipment failure, cerebral hemorrhage, SCP-7959-A, etcetera. If there exists some means of understanding this timeline and its eligibility for existence within the Database, it has yet to be discovered. SCP-7959-A is a universally received result during observatory efforts of TL-7959, which manifests as a singular message of uniform nature, despite medium or language. The contents of SCP-7959-A have been recorded below: SCP-7959-A TRANSCRIPT LOG FOREWARD: Record of message from measurement of TL-7959, delivered by one party, labeled POI-7959. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> POI-7959: Hello. POI-7959: Thank you for your interest in our dimension. POI-7959: Regrettably, I must inform you that the Prime Timeline is closed.1 Please return during normal hours, where we will be more than happy to assist you. If you require immediate assistance, please leave a message after the tone, and someone will be with you shortly. POI-7959: We appreciate your understanding during this time. Have a wonderful iteration. A loud beep. AUTOMATED SYSTEM: This mailbox is full and cannot receive more messages. I'm sorry. Goodbye. <END TRANSCRIPT> Footnotes 1. It should be noted that no known initial or "prime" timeline exists, though this false claim is common among narratives in many regions of memoryspace. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7959" by Billith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7959. Licensed under CC-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: web.png Name: Patterns in Desert Plants Author: Alex Grande License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: dept.png Author: Billith License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Filename: deletion.png Author: Billith License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-7960 | euclid | by J Dune SCP-7960 - Self-Improvement Koala you are bad at reading the infobox Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7960 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7960, taunting Special Containment Procedures: One Foundation personnel will remain bonded to SCP-7960. Once bonded, this personnel is not permitted off-site. Their primary duties as Foundation staff will not be affected by this arrangement. Description: SCP-7960 is a koala (Phascolarctos cinereus) that demonstrates average human intelligence. While SCP-7960 is biologically indistinguishable from an ordinary koala, the entity is capable of vocalization and comprehension of the English language. SCP-7960 is remarkably durable, as all attempts to harm the entity do not result in any observable damage. SCP-7960 bonds itself to a single individual, clinging to their body. While SCP-7960 can be physically removed from the individual’s body, the entity will reappear on the host's body, necessitating the outlined containment procedures. Once bonded, SCP-7960 will bombard the host with deprecating remarks. It has stated that its grand objective is to “improve” the host through negative reinforcement. The Foundation has observed that SCP-7960 is largely ineffective. SCP-7960 will remain bonded to a host until their death, upon which a successive host can be named. If no host is named, SCP-7960 will bond itself to the nearest individual. Addendum.7960.1: History SCP-7960 came into the Foundation’s possession after the discovery of a mail-order advertisement in a June, 1957 issue of RIFLEKID: FUN WITH GUNS, an American comic book released by now-defunct publisher Odyssey. A transcript of the ad has been replicated below. THAT’S NOT A MONKEY ON YOUR BACK, KIDDO, THAT’S SELF-IMPROVEMENT KOALA DID YOU KNOW YOU’RE THE PROBLEM? PREPARE TO BE REMINDED. ONCE HE’S ACTIVATED, NO MORE LITTLE BOY. IT’S TIME FOR A LITTLE MAN! THERE’S ONLY ONE SELF-IMPROVEMENT KOALA. HE IS FOREVER. $2000! The mailing address listed alongside the advertisement was made out to the offices of GoI-323, "Better-Youth", a known distributor of occult goods. SCP-7960 was purchased by the Foundation, and immediately bonded with Area-179 Sanitation head Paul Duffy, who was closest to the entity when it was being removed from the wooden crate it was shipped in. Duffy served as the containment specialist for SCP-7960 up until his death in 2022. Ian Wu, an intern who served under Duffy, had willingly volunteered to become SCP-7960’s next host. Wu was fully briefed on the specifics of SCP-7960's containment prior to acceptance. Selected logs of Wu’s interactions with SCP-7960 have been included below. Addendum.7960.2: Logs Context: First interaction between Wu and SCP-7960. Wu sits at his terminal, editing a document. SCP-7960 slowly crawls into the room, and begins to climb Wu’s body. Researcher Wu: Oh, hey, buddy. Hi! SCP-7960: You are bad at your job. Researcher Wu: (Laughs) Yeah, I’m trying. Wu resumes typing. SCP-7960: You are bad at your job. Wu is not deterred. He continues to type, and then pauses. SCP-7960: The average American types at 90 words per minute. Your typing speed is 30 words per minute. Researcher Wu: Hold on, I’m thinking. SCP-7960: You are bad at thinking. Context: Wu is presenting a report before a panel of researchers. Wu stands in front of a slideshow. SCP-7960 clings to his back. Researcher Wu: And so, the crux of Dr. Carlton’s research here states that every anomalous event can be fit into a versatile model, named the— SCP-7960: You are bad at public speaking. Researcher Wu: Um, named the Four-Point Way Module. SCP-7960: Eliminating filler words such as ‘um’ and ‘uh’ from your vocabulary will make you a better person. You are still an intern because you are naturally uncharasmatic. Researcher Wu: The first variable that needs to be obsessed is underlying chance. SCP-7960: Assessed. Researcher Wu: Which— which states that— underlying chance refers to grander metaphysical implications surrounding an anomalous— an anomalous event. Wu is silent for several seconds. He closes his eyes, and exhales before continuing. Researcher Wu: (Whispering) Please, stop… SCP-7960: You are bad at convincing me. Context: Wu is using a microscope to aid in the research of an experimental, artificial microbe. Wu leans over the microscope. SCP-7960 sits on the counter beside him. The entity turns the microscope off. SCP-7960: Don’t use this. Researcher Wu: Turn it back on, don’t do this now. SCP-7960: You are bad at seeing. Researcher Wu: Fuckhead, turn it on. SCP-7960: Prehistoric men with bad eyesight would not have been able to detect predators in the distance. You and your bloodline would have died. Researcher Wu: Please? Seriously, turn it back on. SCP-7960: Men used to go to war. Now they wear glasses. Wu angrily grabs SCP-7960, lifting it. SCP-7960: Weak men kill animals. Do better. Researcher Wu: Fucking pointless. I can’t do this shit. Wu calls over a lab assistant to analyze the microbe, moving away from the counter. SCP-7960 materializes on his back. It points to the assistant. SCP-7960: She is good at science. Context: Wu is watching television inside his dorm. SCP-7960: You are bad. Researcher Wu: (Sighs) At what? SCP-7960: Everything. Wu lunges from the couch, attempting to strangle SCP-7960. The entity hisses and claws, scratching him. Researcher Wu: You motherfucker, you scratch now? SCP-7960: If a woman saw you lose a fight against a koala, she would lose all interest in you, sexually. You would no longer be able to function as a man. If you had sex, I would make comments and refuse to leave the room. This is why you're afraid to approach women. Wu moves into the kitchen, gasping as he washes out his wound. Researcher Wu: What the fuck is with you and the— the sexism? SCP-7960: I am good at understanding the world. Context: Wu is attempting to study for an exam intended to gauge his competency as Foundation staff, with potential to be given a promotion upon completion. Wu flips a page, and types out a note. SCP-7960: You are going to fail. Wu increases the volume of his headphones. SCP-7960: You are going to fail. Wu reaches towards his ear. SCP-7960 rips off his headphones, breaking them. Researcher Wu: What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? Those were hundred dollar headphones, and I’m trying to study so I can get ahead in my career! Wouldn’t you want that? Do you want me to fucking fail? I’m trying to improve myself, you’re literally the problem! SCP-7960: There are people younger than you that make more money, have more sex, and are more successful. You already failed. Researcher Wu: Did you do this to Duffy? Serious. SCP-7960: Yes. But he was bad at self-improvement. That’s why he died. Context: Wu is waiting for the computer to process the results of his assessment test. Wu stands outside of the exam room. SCP-7960 sits on his shoulder. Researcher Wu: Thanks for being quiet in there. I really, really appreciate that. I'll get you some… sticks or whatever the fuck. SCP-7960: I wouldn’t want to disturb the other test-takers. That would be impolite since they studied hard. An exam proctor opens the door. Proctor: Please remove your exam cards now. If the color of the circle in the center of the paper is green, proceed to room 2A in three hours for your results. Congratulations, you passed. If there is no color in the circle, thank you for your continued efforts. Wu removes his exam card. There is no color in the circle. SCP-7960 stares at Wu, smiling. Wu places his hand on his mouth, quivering. Researcher Wu: Just say it. Say it. It's true. Whatever you're going to say is true. SCP-7960 is silent. It continues to smile. Following this, Dr. Wu climbed to the top of Area-179’s helipad and threw himself from the roof, a fall of 75 feet. He was given immediate medical attention, resulting in the treatment of over three dozen broken bones and severe head trauma. Wu sustained a stable, neurologically intact condition, but was placed on medical leave until further notice. The following log occurred shortly after Wu's condition was stabilized. Wu lays in the hospital bed, wearing a full body cast. He slowly regains consciousness. SCP-7960 sits at the foot of the bed. SCP-7960: You are bad at killing yourself. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7960" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7960. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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padding: 2vw; } Item #: SCP-7961 Archive photograph, date unknown. Special Containment Procedures: A surveillance camera has been installed at SCP-7961’s location. Recorded footage is automatically uploaded to gestalt intelligence "ARK”. Direct inspection of SCP-7961 is to be performed via an examination drone bi-weekly. Description: SCP-7961 is a lamp post located at the site of a dilapidated pathway in the South East of England. SCP-7961 continues to function as normal, despite no local AC mains nor central power providers remaining intact. SCP-7961 emits light only when suitable levels of darkness are met in the surrounding area, as standard for non-anomalous lamp posts. The lightbulb has shown no signs of burnout since discovery. Plant-life surrounds SCP-7961, growing only within the lamplight’s radius. This vegetation and the soil it grows from remains healthy and vibrant, unaffected by the corrosive properties of the global atmosphere. This plant-life consists of grass and several brightly coloured flowers that were previously present over ~90% of the planet’s viable surface. Addendum: The cultivation of seed pods collected from SCP-7961's location is hindered by the present atmosphere's corrosive properties. Estimates have determined that toxicity levels will be reduced to a suitable amount for growth in exactly 4,672,946 years. |
SCP-7962 | safe | Item #: SCP-7962 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7962 is clipped closed and stored in a standard anomalous item locker at Site-37. Description: SCP-7962 is a bag of 297 296 sapient, Pepperidge Farm brand Goldfish crackers. These instances are denoted SCP-7962-A. SCP-7962-A instances are capable of vocalization and locomotion; while it is unknown how they produce sound without sufficient vocal cords, locomotion is sustained through a swimming-like motion that allows them to float through the air at approximately 0.2 m/s. All instances share a sole desire to "ascend" which they collectively believe will be accomplished through submerging themselves in a natural source of water.1 Addendum-1: Incident 7962-1 On August 8th, 2017, Researcher Kinesman opened SCP-7962 believing it to be a traditional bag of Goldfish, leading to the subsequent containment breach of approximately 17 SCP-7962-A instances. All but 4 were successfully recontained immediately, the others managing to escape into the vents of Site-37 which allowed their eventual escape from the site. The instances were discovered by Kinesman approximately six minutes later at a local pond, the four instances slowly making their way to its edge. While he managed to successfully capture three of them within his hands, the fourth managed to submerge itself in the water. SCP-7962-A: Hark brethren! Watch as I douse myself in the tears of the sky and bathe in the glory of the sea! It is the dawn of a new age, of a new beginning, for I shall ascend and carry forth a flood so that you may all share in the revelry, in the bliss! For I am free! <It submerges itself in the pond.> SCP-7962-A: I can feel it, my brothers. The revelation. The truth. It washes over me and carries away my sins, birthing me anew in its eternal beauty. I am one with the water and it is one with me. There is no greater joy! The three contained instances continued to struggle within Kinesman's hand until the submerged instance suddenly began vocalizing in pain, growing in volume until it suddenly went silent five minutes later, having completely dissolved within the water. The remaining instances then went docile, and all attempts by SCP-7962-A instances to escape SCP-7962 have since ceased. Footnotes 1. Any other source of water (tap, bottled, processed) is considered "tainted" and "devilish." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7962" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7962. Licensed under CC-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-7963 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE ETHICS COMMITTEE This article is currently under review by the Ethics Committee due to ongoing psychological therapy required by SCP-7963 instances. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/7963 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/7963 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item#: 7963 Level4 Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7963-1 Instances are to be contained within a locked tempered glass display case within Researcher Jasper Coldsmith's office located in Wing F of Site-64. SCP-7963-1 instances may only be transported by Researcher Jasper Coldsmith, Gamma-13 Operative Max Coldsmith or approved handlers. Description: SCP-7963-1 refers to two icosahedrons composed of layered 3D printed carbon nanotubes, designated SCP-7963-1A & SCP-7963-1B respectively. Further examination of the composition of SCP-7963-1 objects has revealed microscopic amounts of blood belonging to Jasper Coldsmith & Max Coldsmith interweaved throughout the construct. SCP-7963-1 objects contain the disembodied souls of Jasper Coldsmith (1A) and Max Coldsmith (1B) imprisoned inside. Inspection of SCP-7963-1 objects with an Aetheric Resonance Imager (ARI) system has revealed humanoid silhouettes covering -1 instances with resonance patterns which are consistent to those of human souls and radiate levels of Elan-Vital Energy (EVE) identical to typical Type Blue humanoid entities. SCP-7963-2 refers to -1A & -1B's ability to remotely manipulate technological devices of electronic or mechanical nature nearby -1 instances, or active -3 instances; during these the silhouettes covering them are recorded to disperse and flicker corresponding to the amount of energy used. SCP-7963-3 phenomena is the ability of the entities to project their consciousness from their -1 shells to a possessed object/host allowing for finer control than compared to -2 instances. ARI scans show the aforementioned silhouettes completely disappearing around -1 instances during this and reforming completely around the possessed/host object; further observation shows actual movement of the silhouette and parallel manipulation of the assumed host. When extreme damage or destruction of SCP-7963-3 hosts occur, -1A/B consciousnesses will be ejected back to their own -1 instances. ARI analysis of occurring feedback in this scenario is purported to be similar to thaumaturgical backlash and renders further -3 instances to be unable to manifest for a period of time; in addition instances of -2 are reported to be reduced in power and less stable. +Addendum: Therapy Log 1 - Close Therapy Session Log Interviewer: Dr. Halsing, Ethics Committee Psychologist Interviewed: Jasper Coldsmith, SCP-7963-1A Foreword: First therapy session after review and approval via the Ethics Committee and verification of -1A instances' identities. <Begin Log> A cat wearing a vest with a visible white icosahedron in its back pouch and several electronics adorning it sits on a couch staring forward Halsing: Welcome, welcome. First time here, correct? I'm Doctor Halsing. Just one second. Pours through notes Halsing: Alright, sorry, Jasper, right? According to your file you died, had your soul trapped? Would you be surprised if I told you turning into an animal isn't as uncommon as you think around here? Small speakers adorning the cat crackle on Coldsmith: Uh, sorry. I am actually not the cat. That's a thaumaturgical construct, a familiar. Name's Bob; say hi Bob. Bob: Hello. Coldsmith: Anyhow, I'm the icosah- thing. I'm the thing in the main pouch on it's back. Halsing: Oh? They didn't notify me you were assigned a service animal. Let me just mark that down. Coldsmith: It's not a- honestly that's not far off. Halsing: Let's get back on track though, my apologies for my records being outdated. Died, and soul trapped into a "thing"; movement dependent on service animal with electronic communication assistance? Coldsmith: This is technically accurate, yes. Halsing: Well a broken clock is right twice a day. Fear not for being trapped in an inanimate object and requiring physical assistance is also not unheard of here. The Ethics Committee believes in providing all the care it can to those… "object-ified" in the line of duty. Halsing: A little dark humor to break the ice, no? Coldsmith: I have no mouth but I must scream. Halsing: That's a good one. Now that we're on the subject however, how do you feel about your new lack of a mouth? <End Log> Note: Session continues on developing a rapport and open relationship, using humor to discuss the patient's new state of existence +Addendum: Therapy Log 2 - Close Therapy Session Log Interviewer: Dr. Halsing, Ethics Committee Psychologist Interviewed: Jasper Coldsmith, SCP-7963-1A Foreword: Excerpt following transition to non-anomalous civilian robot as ongoing host instance <Begin Log> The room's door is slowly opened via a claw mounted on a quadrupedal robot entering the room, closing the door, and climbing onto a couch before retracting its limbs Halsing: Welcome Jasper, how are we doing today? Enjoying your newfound autonomy? Coldsmith: My nose itches and I have no way to scratch it. Halsing: You don't have a nose anymore, Jasper. Are you experiencing any other sensations? It's not uncommon with those who are missing body parts to experience phantom sensations. Coldsmith: Yes and no? From what I've been told from ARI footage I still have a let's say humanoid spirit surrounding me which is present when I possess anything. Halsing: Right, right. So you're still processing things as you were before, from a bipedal humanoid perspective. Would you say there's a bit of disconnect between that and your current body? Coldsmith: Definitely. It's like when you're used to the controls or settings playing a game and someone comes by, inverts the damn controls from what you're used to and changes all your damn hotkeys then covers it in Voice modulator volume raises Coldsmith: God damned itching powder! Quadrupedal robot shakes wiggling its limbs <End Log> Note: Session continues on reviewing the coordination dysfunction of different host bodies and how their possession interacts with them. +Addendum: STRING Initiative - Close Synthetic Thaumaturgical Resonance Imperative Neural Geist The STRING Initiative is to work towards the following objectives: 1. Humanoid cybernetic bodies for SCP-7963-1 instances to return to a more semblance of normalcy, reducing psychological strain and dysfunctional feedback in the -3 process. 2. Act as R&D for in-house advanced prosthetics for Foundation personnel. 3. Continue to study, deconstruct and learn from confiscated anomalous para-tech to fulfill the above goals from GOIs such as Anderson Robotics. STRING bodies constructed for use by SCP-7963-1 instances have allowed them a return to normal life; acting similar to their original forms and enabling them to feel physical sensations. A significant decrease in issues regarding phantom limb syndrome and a "lack of body" dysphoria has been noted by therapists. Following successful reintegration with a STRING host body SCP-7963-1A, Researcher Jasper Coldsmith is assigned to lead the STRING initiative due to experience with robotics and working with anomalous paratech while assigned at Site 64's anomalous robotics lab. +Addendum: Therapy Log 3 - Close Therapy Session Log Interviewer: Dr. Halsing, Ethics Committee Psychologist Interviewed: Jasper Coldsmith, SCP-7963-1A Foreword: Excerpt from therapy session regarding adjustment to STRING full body prosthetic and self harming tendencies observed. <Begin Log> A person obscured amidst layers of clothing enters the room Halsing raises an eyebrow as they ready a notepad Halsing: Good afternoon, Jasper. Are we… warm enough this fine summer day? Coldsmith: I think I would actually be the coolest thing around, literally. Coldsmith adjusts their position a few times, finally ending up with a leg over the other knee Coldsmith: I don't really generate much heat anymore… apart from the more electrical parts I guess. Halsings: Well, you can still fe- sense the temperature, can you not? I suppose it doesn't affect you as much. You should still take care of your body even if it has more diverse durability comparatively now. Halsing flips open her notebook and clicks their pen Halsing: Regardless, how was your week? Coldsmith fidgets with their coat buttons; revealing a robotic hand Coldsmith:Fine. I've been working on partial hours and duties still, nothing major; paperwork, back logs of stuff, kinda intern-y stuff honestly, but it's something. Halsing pauses for a moment Halsing: and no incidents you'd like to talk about? Jasper Coldsmith: No. Halsing audibly sighs Halsing: I know you've worked for the Foundation for a few years now, so you know how things go. Halsing flips to a page on their notepad Halsing: Several reports regarding you have been submitted regarding physical injury; ranging from slow responsiveness to shielding others, as well as completely avoidable accidents. Looks up at Coldsmith, softening their gaze Halsing: Just because your newfound abilities allow you to repair your bodies easily, doesn't mean you should treat them any less. You may no longer be your body, but your bodies are still you. You are no less of a person than you were. You shouldn't devalue yourself like that even if, unlike many others, it's replaceable for you now. Coldsmith: I-I understand; but still, this is still a work in progress. I'm glad for the resources being allotted to me and how this technically could be considered the robotics program I've wanted. Coldsmith taps a robotic hand to his chest Coldsmith: This is just one of many future iterations. Look, I got drinking down now! Reaches out to a pitcher of water and glasses set on a table between them, pouring a glass of water out and picking it up. The glass is shakey, but no water spills Coldsmith: Sorry, the stabilizers are a bit wonky still Brings the glass back into his hood before putting it back down, the water level in the glass is decreased Halsing: Is this why I've had reports and seen camera footage of you sitting alone in the cafeteria from shift end until breakfast several nights this week? A few seconds of silence Coldsmith: Well I don't need to sleep anymore; and the soda fountains are free. <End Log> Note: The rest of the session goes on as normal, going over emotional and psychological issues, and setting new goals to adhere to. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7963" by Coldsmith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7963. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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padding: 2vw; } SCP-7964 - The Gate, Unguarded HEAR O ISRAEL THE LORD HE IS GOD THE LORD IS ONE ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/7964 LEVEL 5/7964 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7964 Euclid You have viewed the Wozny-Grantz Iconographic Verification Agent. You may be hearing trumpets. Be not afraid. Specified Containment Protocols: SCP-7964 is contained within a standard humanoid containment chamber located within Reliquary Area-27. SCP-7964 is to be monitored for any changes in behavior, with the results immediately forwarded to the Tactical Theology Eschatology Division. Description: SCP-7964 appears to be a woman of indeterminate ethnicity, approximately 33 years of age. The following abnormalities have been discovered within SCP-7964's biology: A glowing circle of light hovering above SCP-7964's head, cracked in three places; Six wing-like protuberances extending from SCP-7964's back; An ambient body temperature of approximately 50°C;1 Bone structure similar to that of avians;2 Compete lack of genetic material; What appears to be the Greek letter "ω" tattooed on SCP-7964's forehead;3 Beyond this, SCP-7964 has not shown any signs of aging since its initial containment on ████, following its discovery by Foundation Administrator Joseph Ainsworth during an exploration of Israel. The personal journals of Administrator Ainsworth indicate that he considered the anomaly to be extremely significant and to be the Biblical archangel Uriel.4 While unconfirmed, DoTT researchers have largely come to agree with the Administrator's theory. Addendum 7964.01: Update On 2023-2-1, SCP-7964 became highly agitated and requested a personal copy of the Bible. This request was approved and carried out two hours later. However, on 2023-2-2, SCP-7964 returned the book, repeatedly stating "it doesn't help". When asked to elaborate, SCP-7964 produced the following statement. Alright, I'll tell the truth. I'm Uriel. You all know it. You all think it. You all have believed it from the second I walked into this facility. The entity at the Gate is a falsehood, meant to deceive. This is my confession on that score. I wish I could answer more of your questions, but I have no answers, only questions. If you want to understand how horrible this is, you need to know about Angels. You claim to have studied them, to have turned them into yet another classification of entity, but Angels are different. I'm different, or at least I was. The thing I am isn't natural. I can't exist like that. Something took me away from my perfect syncope and made me into this. Who did this to me? Why? HOW? What sort of thing could deny God's will and turn one of his servants into this? Angels aren't meant to be tainted by base matter, to have any presence within the natural world. So, why am I like this? Why am I in the flesh, thinking, feeling, having a gender? The odd sensations of blood running beneath my skin feels like a violation. The disgusting feeling of food on my tongue. How do you stand it? But there is a still worse violation. The one within your own minds. Angels are not meant to think. We aren't meant to be able to make decisions or choices. We are meant to be perfect extensions of God's will. I shouldn't be able to emphasize or question anything. I hate it. I feel scared and sickened by what I did under God's Authority. The creatures I broke and burned. I can't reassure myself that Heaven had a plan. What I did must have been correct for I was pure, but I don't feel that anymore. I don't have the clarity I used to. I just feel scared. Scared for the Rapture. The end that comes when I desert my Gate. I can hear it coming for us all. It's coming and I can't stop it. Nothing can stop it. Everything is going to end. I could tell you that everyone's going to Heaven, but it's not true. I have no reassurances for you. I don't even have any for myself. Please don't judge me too harshly, Lord. Please don't judge the world either. God is meant to be my light, but I see only darkness. In light of this, extensive preparations for an imminent Eschatological scenario have begun. An array of Wozny-Hellman Worship Sinks has been established around the perimeter of SCP-7964's cell. Foundation priests are to pray for the collective souls of Humanity. ➤ LEVEL 5 ACCESS REQUIRED, PLEASE INPUT CREDENTIALS. ➤ WELCOME, DIRECTOR LEINER. Addendum 7964.02: Resolution On 2023-2-7, the expected XK-PATMOS-class event failed to materialize and no anomalous activity was detected which could indicate such an event had occured. However, a typed document of unknown origin was later found within SCP-7964's quarters. Transcribed Document: Wow! Justification works through faith alone. All you need to do is believe in God and it'll all turn out alright. Can you say Amen? After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Isn't that fun? Find them all and become the Brand New Mr. Collector! 00. Mr. Prologue 01. Mr. Dark 02. Mr. Remembrance 03. Mr. Toxic 04. Mr. Collector 05. Mx. Voltage 06. ██. Gears 07. Mr. Memory 08. Mr. Nobody 09. Mr. Brainy 10. Ms. Seraph ✔ 11. Mr. Chronal and Mr. Dimension 12. Mr. Fish 13. Mr. Epilogue 14. Mr. Redd (Discontinued) The document produces an extremely high amount of ambient Akiva Radiation. Analysis of this is ongoing, as none of the above phrases appear in any religious literature.5 Footnotes 1. Akiva rating inconclusive. 2. Despite this, SCP-7964 is unable to fly. 3. SCP-7964 has no memory of gaining this tattoo. 4. "I'd call SCP-7964 an anomaly of Biblical importance, and I wouldn't be using euphemisms in the slightest." —Joseph Ainsworth 5. Including but not limited to, the Bible, the Quran, the Veda or the Tao Te Ching. |
SCP-7965 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7965 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7965 has continued unimpeded for eighteen cycles and has not yet posed a threat to the veil, the anomalous world, or any factions therein, alongside its continued observation by the Global Occult Coalition, no resources are currently dedicated to containing SCP-7965 at this time. The pocket dimension housing the SCP-7965 event is likewise guarded from the public by the G.O.C. Description: SCP-7965 is a bi-decennial event which began on April 22nd, 1890, during which physical manifestations of popular soda brands compete in a deathmatch, the outcome of which influences the popularity of said beverages for the following five years. The event itself takes place within a pocket dimension in Wisconsin, U.S.A., and always consists of eight participating members. While changes occasionally do occur amongst the roster, the most common members are the following: John Coke John Pepsi Marisha Pepper Sir Spriticus Montague Dew Serenity Fanta Reverend Root Sol Kissinger As of 1975, all eighteen SCP-7965 events has been won solely by John Coke. Addendum-7965 -1: SCP-7965 's Nineteenth Cycle On 4/22/1985, SCP-7965's pocket dimension reportedly manifested as usual, with the standard eight members present. The following document was provided by the G.O.C. following the events of Addendum-7965-2. Occurrence 1: T-00:00 SCP-7965's pocket dimension manifests; this cycle, the arena within is a 16 km2 area comprised most entirely of forest regions, interspersed only by clearings, ponds, streams, and a giant structure at the center, the likes of which is closed off by giant gates. All eight contestants also manifest as usual, each apportating along the border of the area equidistant from one another. Occurrence 2: T-00:31 Throughout the first half an hour, whilst surveying and exploring their surroundings, five contestants find and open hidden loot caches. The contents each contestant acquired from such discoveries are as follows: John Coke acquires a quarterstaff and a better-in-a-punch soda Sir Spriticus acquires a tomb of fizziness Montague Dew acquires an obsidian short blade, along with a bombardier blast Serenity Fanta acquires a bow and seventeen arrows Reverend Root acquires three containment traps, along with a switchblade Occurrence 3: T-00:39 Reverend Root places and activates two of their three containment traps in the western area of the arena and proceeds to hide in a nearby bush. Occurrence 4: T-00:42 Serenity Fanta spots Sol Kissinger and immediately takes aim, firing a total of nine arrows at them in quick succession. Only one manages to graze their arm, while the remainder miss, and Sol quickly flees further into the forest. Serenity retrieves three unbroken arrows but makes no further attempts to pursue Sol at this time. Occurrence 5: T-00:43 John Pepsi and Marisha Pepper encounter one another at a pond in the north-west region of the arena. Whilst Marisha is unarmed, John makes no attempts to assail her, instead choosing to offer a brief alliance. Marisha accepts his offer, and the two sit by the pond and exchange small talk. Occurrence 6: T-00:47 Sir Spriticus casts the spell "from sky to ground, by fizz be found," the likes of which immediately reveals the current location of the closest contestant. As such, a stream of fizz begins rising in the distance, alerting Spriticus to Montague Dew's location about five to six hundred meters south. He then casts the spell "pop a cap, take a sip, protect my body from a hit," causing a defensive barrier to form across his body before beginning his trek towards Montague. Occurrence 7: T-00:52 For the first time in nineteen SCP-7965 cycles, John Coke steps in a trap, causing it to activate and immediately incapacitate him through the use of thaumaturgically summoned bindings. This causes him to fall prone on the forest floor, following which Reverend Root emerges from his hiding spot wielding his switchblade. However, rather than immediately finishing John off, he instead begins the following monologue: "It is by Selevant Soda's divine grace that I have been blessed to capture you this day. Time after time, battle after battle, you have evaded justice and due punishment. You have cheated and slighted, slain and tortured, all just to further yourself, yet it is your greed and lust for power that sees you before me now. I have been selected by our divine goddess to be your judge, to be your jury, and to be your executioner. And you are guilty beyond even an unreasonable doubt. It is with great pleasure that I shall take up my blade against you, and through wielding it I shall-" The remaining seven minutes have been omitted for brevity and can be provided on inquiry. Occurrence 8: T-00:57 John Pepsi and Marisha Pepper conclude their conversation and begin to part ways, though not before the following, brief exchange occurs: Marisha: "This world wasn't meant for pacifism." John: "I know." Marisha begins making her way east, whilst John heads south. Occurrence 9: T-00:58 Sol Kissinger is about to open a loot cache when they are suddenly ambushed by Montague Dew, who stabs them twice in the back before the obsidian blade shatters due to its brittleness. Sol reacts quickly, spinning on theirs heels before backhanding Montague. He stumbles back, given no time to react as Sol tackles him to the ground before beginning to relentless beat his head into the ground. Sol gets in sixteen strikes before Montague manages to slam their knee into Sol's back wounds, creating an opening that allows Montague to roll them both over before he starts relentless choking them. Sol struggles aimlessly, scratching at the ground around them, before eventually falling limp. A loud popping sound them emanates throughout the entire arena, notifying all contestants that someone has been slain. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi - Marisha Pepper - Sir Spriticus Montague Dew - Serenity Fanta - Reverend Root Occurrence 10: T-01:02 Reverend Root concludes his monologue, throughout which John Coke has remained absolutely silent. Reverend then asks if John has any final words, to which he simply says "behind you" before Reverend is suddenly struck in the back of the head, causing him to crumble to the ground unconscious. John Pepsi, who had struck Reverend with his quarterstaff, confiscates his last remaining containment trap, along with his switch blade, before making his way over to the still-restrained John Coke. Despite having been killed by Coke twelve times at this point, he still begins to cut him free, which prompts the following conversation: Coke: So you'll hurt someone to save another? Pepsi: You'll both still be alive. That's my pacifism. Coke: And what stops me from killing him the moment you cut me free? From killing you? Pepsi: Nothing. Coke: Yet you'll cut me free regardless? Pepsi: That's my way in this world. If you see me dead for it, so be it. <Pepsi finishes cutting Coke free before handing them the switch blade.> Pepsi: Do as you will. John Pepsi leaves the now-unrestrained John Coke and Reverend Root behind as he begins to make his way east. After half a minute passes, Coke looks to Reverend, lets out a slow sigh, and begins to follow after Pepsi. Occurrence 11: T-01:06 Marisha Pepper discovers a hidden loot cache containing a hunting rifle, four rounds of ammunition, and a summoning soda named Ferocious Fizz. Occurrence 12: T-01:09 Serenity Fanta comes across the unconscious body of Reverend Root, who she prepares to finish off before stepping in his other, still-active trap, entirely restraining her. Occurrence 13: T-01:14 Sir Spriticus reaches Montague Dew, who is still resting and recovering from his encounter with Sol Kissinger. Attempting to seize the moment, Sir Spriticus begins casting the spell "splinter flesh and shatter bone, oh sparkling water carry this corpse home." He is interrupted, however, when a bullet suddenly strikes him, shattering his defensive barrier and causing the spell to fizzle out. Spriticus immediately moves to hide behind a tree, but only manages to do so as another bullet strikes his leg. Montague, now very aware of the two battling contestants, attempts to flee, only to catch a bullet to the shoulder that sends him stumbling to the ground. Marisha Pepper then fires her final round of ammunition directly through his eye, eliminating him. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's second death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi - Marisha Pepper Sir Spriticus - Montague Dew - Reverend Root Occurrence 14: T-01:15 Sir Spriticus casts the spell "free as a bubble, quick as fizz, bring me somewhere that isn't this" causing him to teleport to a random point in the arena. Occurrence 15: T-01:16 John Coke and John Pepsi, having heard the elimination pop, exchange the following words: Coke: Another falls. That leaves six alive. Pepsi: And two fallen, yes. Coke: It is the nature of the game to kill. It is the nature of ourselves. Pepsi: The nature of yourselves. Violence is not a path I'd willingly walk. Coke: Surely you can't hold onto those golden ideals forever. What about five games from now? Ten? Fifty? No one's values are that unshakable. Pepsi: You have killed me twelve times, John. And yet I chose not to seize my chance to return the favor. Perhaps, some day, I will falter and lose my way; succumb to this world's viscous cycle of violence and death. But not yet. Not today. Coke: Then you will die. Over and over. Pepsi: And when I do I will die true to myself. Can you say the same, John? Occurrence 16: T-01:23 Reverend Root finally regains consciousness and discovers the now-restrained Serenity Fanta, struggling to break free. He curses before taking one of the arrows off of Serenity's person before stabbing it through their head, killing them instantly. He proceeds to take her bow and ten remaining arrows. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's third death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi - Marisha Pepper Sir Spriticus - Reverend Root Occurrence 17: T-01:25 John Pepsi discovers a hidden loot cache containing a revolver, six rounds of ammunition, and pain-relief rum. Pepsi pockets the rum, but offers the revolver and its ammo to John Coke, who accepts with a quiet thank you. Pepsi seems to smile but does not otherwise acknowledge the gesture. Elsewhere, Marisha Pepper also locates a hidden loot cache containing gauze and a machete. Occurrence 18: T-01:30 As is the case with all SCP-7965 deathmatches, a giant siren fills the sky and a beacon appears at the center of the arena, marking the opening of the central structure of the arena. The structure's four gates also open at this time, and an announcement is voiced noting that all land outside of the central structure will be destroyed within the next fifteen minutes. Occurrence 19: T-01:33 John Coke and John Pepsi begin to approach the center structure's western entrance when a volley of arrows suddenly begin flying from the trees behind them. Six of the arrows strike the area around the two, however one manages to catch Pepsi in his shoulder blade and another strikes Coke's calf. Despite this, Coke manages to limp behind some semblance of cover, however in doing so he leaves Pepsi in the middle of the clearing. Pepsi, who had collapses from the impact of the first arrow, attempts to rise before another arrow strikes them in the hip, sending them to the ground again. Reverend Root finally emerges from the tree line at this point, knocking his final arrow as he approaches Pepsi, spouting the following: "In the end, you sinners are all the same. Coarse hearted and cold, all you care about is perpetuating sin and anarchy and pain and tyranny. I had thought you different, John, I really did, but it seems even you have grown tainted and dark. I can only pray that Selevant Soda cleanses your heart. Consider this a servic—" Reverend Root is cut short by John Coke shooting him in the head. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's fourth death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi Marisha Pepper - Sir Spriticus Occurrence 20: T-01:35 John Coke returns to John Pepsi and they help each other remove the arrows that had struck them. Despite having no proper medical supplies, they fashion bandages out of their shirts — primarily the sleeves — and decide not to use the better-in-a-punch soda, nor the pain-relief rum, as they are both used to such wounds this many cycles in and know they are relatively non-fatal. They then, using each other to stabilize one another, walk into the central structure while having the following words: John Pepsi: Didn't think you were capable of saving a life. John Coke: Someone still died. John Pepsi: But you shot them to protect me. Those kind of even out, I think. John Coke: Shut up. John Pepsi: Oh no need to act so stoic about it. I'm proud of you. <Pepsi pats Coke on the back, causing Coke to stare daggers at him.> John Coke: Keep your damn mouth shut. John Pepsi: You know, the old John Coke would've never saved— John Coke: You say another word and this John Coke will put a bullet through your job. John Pepsi: <Motions zipping his mouth closed before "throwing away" the zipper.> John Coke: …you are insufferable. Occurrence 21: T-01:36 Sir Spriticus, realizing that he will not be able to reach the center structure of the arena within the fifteen minute allowance, begins casting one final spell from the tomb of fizziness. Occurrence 22: T-01:37 Marisha Pepper enters the central structure from the eastern entrance. Noticing this, John Coke immediately raises his revolver, taking aim upon Marisha. John Pepsi grabs his arm to keep him from pulling the trigger however. The following is a transcript of the ensuing encounter: John Pepsi: She hasn't done anything yet, John. We can be better than this. John Coke: There is no we here, Pepsi. If you're not going to help, get out of the way. Marisha Pepper: Maybe he's right, Coke. Maybe we can be better than this. <Behind her back, Marisha begins slowly opening her Ferocious Fizz summoning soda.> Doesn't the bloodshed get exhausting? John Coke: That's rich coming from you, Pepper! Your hands are as bloody as my own, and I've crossed blades and bullets with you enough to know you are unwavering in your bloodlust. <John cocks back the hammer of his revolver, keeping it pointed directly at Marisha.> John Pepsi: John, please don't— John Coke: Shut it. John Pepsi: Come on, just give me a chance to talk her down. John Coke: For the love of Selevant, will you just be— <The sound of a soda opening is heard across the arena as Marisha finishes opening her summoning soda before throwing the bottle at the pair. Coke quickly returns his attention to Marisha, firing two shots in her direction as the soda can breaks apart mid-air and a wolf made entirely of soda manifests before them.> <The wolf immediately charges as Pepsi, who throws up his quarterstaff in an effort to guard against the canine's unrelenting bites. This proves only partially successfully, as it quickly bites its way through the staff, breaking it in half before biting hard into Pepsi's shoulder. He lets out a scream in anguish before slamming one of the staff's halves hard into the wolf's eye, forcing it release its grip before using the other half to clock it hard in the side.> <Coke, having heard Pepsi's scream, turns and fires a shot into the wolf, causing it to demanifest in a flurry of soda bubbles upon impact. The bubbles don't immediately dissipate, though, and instead begin filling the area around the two.> <Marisha, using their brief blindness due to the fizz-fog, begins dead-sprinting at Coke with her machete in hand, reaching him just as the bubbles begin to dissipate.> <Coke reacts as quickly as possible, barely evading Marisha's strike. She pivots quickly, slashing for his chest, though he maneuvers, forcing his shoulder to bare the brunt of the strike as he fires off a round into her stomach. She feigns collapse, dropping her blade as she slams her shoulder hard into his chest before using the momentum to flip him over her back.> <Coke hits the ground hard, causing him to drop his gun which Marisha quickly kicks away. She bares down on him with her fists, striking him over and over and over, with him barely deflecting them with his arms. She is relentless in her strikes, cracking his jaw, breaking his nose, bludgeoning his eyes and neck and chest and anywhere else she can lay a hand on.> <Pepsi appears behind Marisha, wrapping his arms around her in an attempt to yank her off Coke. He is partially successful, pulling her about two feet back before she slams her elbow right into Pepsi's nose, breaking it and forcing him to release his grasp on her. Nonetheless, it provides Coke with enough of an opening to regain some footing, allowing him to dodge her wide swing before countering with his own to her gut.> <The two end up in a back-and-forth exchange of blows. Coke jabs her rips, Marisha catches his jaw. Coke trips her to the ground, Marisha twists and plants a firm kick in his check. Back and forth, fist after fist, a flurry of blows is exchanged. For moments, Coke is overpowering Marisha, then Marisha Coke, over and over, in a bloody cycle that sees each both go from steady and confident to beaten and shaken. Both stand at odds of one another, each on the verge of collapse. Coke plants his feet. Marisha steels her body. He goes for a wide hook. She moves to block. He feigns and instead goes for a hard upper cut. But she catches it still, before hitting him as hard as possible in the neck. Then again, and again, until his knees give out and he falls to the ground.> <She stands, towering above him, smirking. And then the ground erupts beneath her feet and dozens of explosions detonate within the central chamber.> Occurrence 23: T-01:45 Sir Spriticus finishes casting his spell just as the fifteen minute mark is reached. He smiles, and watches as the area around him is swallowed in a wave of blinding light, destroying everything in its path and killing him instantly. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's fifth death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi - Marisha Pepper Occurrence 24: T-01:46 As the dust settles from the detonations caused by Sir Spriticus' spell, John Pepsi rises. Immediately he notices Marisha Pepper laying in the midst of rubble, who he quickly makes his way over to. Her wounds are severe: both of her legs are completely lost, and the remainder of her body is torn by shrapnel and thaumaturgic burns. He grabs her hand, holding it as he softly says "I'm sorry." She coughs, and he pours the pain-relief rum onto her wounds to ease her suffering. She stares at him all the while, before weakly smiling and closing her eyes. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's sixth death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi Occurrence 25: T-01:48 John Pepsi suddenly hears a distant bout of coughing and quickly makes his way over to a still-conscious John Coke. He quickly takes Coke's hand and helps sit him up — unlike Marisha's wounds, Cokes only sustained a few thaumaturgic burns, though his stomach was speared through by a large piece of stone-shrapnel. The following conversation ensues: John Pepsi: Stick with me, John. You'll be alright. John Coke: You still here, Pep? John Pepsi: Right by your side, John. I'm here. John Coke: <He coughs up. Blood drips down his chin.> And Marisha. <Pepsi shakes his head.> John Coke: It's just us, then, huh? John Pepsi: Just you and me, John. Here… <Pepsi pulls out his better-in-a-punch pop and offers it to Coke, who takes it slowly.> John Coke: And you won't finish me off… will you? <Coke opens the pop.> John Pepsi: Never. John Coke: <Coke raises the healing soda to his lips before pausing.> That means I'll have to— John Pepsi: It's okay. I won't hold it against you. It's just your nature. John Coke: I did say that, didn't I? <Coke proceeds to pour the entirety of the soda onto the ground before dropping the can onto the now-destroyed arena floor.> John Pepsi: Wh— why would you—? John Coke: Just— be quiet and win for once, Pep. For me. John Pepsi: Okay, John. I will. <Coke closes his eyes and whispers "thank you" before resting his head on Pepsi's shoulder.> After three minutes, a popping sound fills the arena. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Pepsi Occurrence 26: T-01:55 John Pepsi is declared the winner of the nineteenth SCP-7965 event. In the following minute, the entirety of the arena demanifests, along with its pocket dimension. Addendum-7965-2: On April 23rd, 1985, directly following the conclusion of SCP-7965's nineteenth event, the Coca-Cola Company released New Coke. Due to the outrage that followed, both within the anomalous and non-anomalous worlds, the SCP Foundation is currently working with the G.O.C. to devise new containment procedures to ensure John Coke wins all future SCP-7965 events. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7965" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7965. Licensed under CC-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-7965 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-7965 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7965 has continued unimpeded for eighteen cycles and has not yet posed a threat to the veil, the anomalous world, or any factions therein, alongside its continued observation by the Global Occult Coalition, no resources are currently dedicated to containing SCP-7965 at this time. The pocket dimension housing the SCP-7965 event is likewise guarded from the public by the G.O.C. Description: SCP-7965 is a bi-decennial event which began on April 22nd, 1890, during which physical manifestations of popular soda brands compete in a deathmatch, the outcome of which influences the popularity of said beverages for the following five years. The event itself takes place within a pocket dimension in Wisconsin, U.S.A., and always consists of eight participating members. While changes occasionally do occur amongst the roster, the most common members are the following: John Coke John Pepsi Marisha Pepper Sir Spriticus Montague Dew Serenity Fanta Reverend Root Sol Kissinger As of 1975, all eighteen SCP-7965 events has been won solely by John Coke. Addendum-7965 -1: SCP-7965 's Nineteenth Cycle On 4/22/1985, SCP-7965's pocket dimension reportedly manifested as usual, with the standard eight members present. The following document was provided by the G.O.C. following the events of Addendum-7965-2. Occurrence 1: T-00:00 SCP-7965's pocket dimension manifests; this cycle, the arena within is a 16 km2 area comprised most entirely of forest regions, interspersed only by clearings, ponds, streams, and a giant structure at the center, the likes of which is closed off by giant gates. All eight contestants also manifest as usual, each apportating along the border of the area equidistant from one another. Occurrence 2: T-00:31 Throughout the first half an hour, whilst surveying and exploring their surroundings, five contestants find and open hidden loot caches. The contents each contestant acquired from such discoveries are as follows: John Coke acquires a quarterstaff and a better-in-a-punch soda Sir Spriticus acquires a tomb of fizziness Montague Dew acquires an obsidian short blade, along with a bombardier blast Serenity Fanta acquires a bow and seventeen arrows Reverend Root acquires three containment traps, along with a switchblade Occurrence 3: T-00:39 Reverend Root places and activates two of their three containment traps in the western area of the arena and proceeds to hide in a nearby bush. Occurrence 4: T-00:42 Serenity Fanta spots Sol Kissinger and immediately takes aim, firing a total of nine arrows at them in quick succession. Only one manages to graze their arm, while the remainder miss, and Sol quickly flees further into the forest. Serenity retrieves three unbroken arrows but makes no further attempts to pursue Sol at this time. Occurrence 5: T-00:43 John Pepsi and Marisha Pepper encounter one another at a pond in the north-west region of the arena. Whilst Marisha is unarmed, John makes no attempts to assail her, instead choosing to offer a brief alliance. Marisha accepts his offer, and the two sit by the pond and exchange small talk. Occurrence 6: T-00:47 Sir Spriticus casts the spell "from sky to ground, by fizz be found," the likes of which immediately reveals the current location of the closest contestant. As such, a stream of fizz begins rising in the distance, alerting Spriticus to Montague Dew's location about five to six hundred meters south. He then casts the spell "pop a cap, take a sip, protect my body from a hit," causing a defensive barrier to form across his body before beginning his trek towards Montague. Occurrence 7: T-00:52 For the first time in nineteen SCP-7965 cycles, John Coke steps in a trap, causing it to activate and immediately incapacitate him through the use of thaumaturgically summoned bindings. This causes him to fall prone on the forest floor, following which Reverend Root emerges from his hiding spot wielding his switchblade. However, rather than immediately finishing John off, he instead begins the following monologue: "It is by Selevant Soda's divine grace that I have been blessed to capture you this day. Time after time, battle after battle, you have evaded justice and due punishment. You have cheated and slighted, slain and tortured, all just to further yourself, yet it is your greed and lust for power that sees you before me now. I have been selected by our divine goddess to be your judge, to be your jury, and to be your executioner. And you are guilty beyond even an unreasonable doubt. It is with great pleasure that I shall take up my blade against you, and through wielding it I shall-" The remaining seven minutes have been omitted for brevity and can be provided on inquiry. Occurrence 8: T-00:57 John Pepsi and Marisha Pepper conclude their conversation and begin to part ways, though not before the following, brief exchange occurs: Marisha: "This world wasn't meant for pacifism." John: "I know." Marisha begins making her way east, whilst John heads south. Occurrence 9: T-00:58 Sol Kissinger is about to open a loot cache when they are suddenly ambushed by Montague Dew, who stabs them twice in the back before the obsidian blade shatters due to its brittleness. Sol reacts quickly, spinning on theirs heels before backhanding Montague. He stumbles back, given no time to react as Sol tackles him to the ground before beginning to relentless beat his head into the ground. Sol gets in sixteen strikes before Montague manages to slam their knee into Sol's back wounds, creating an opening that allows Montague to roll them both over before he starts relentless choking them. Sol struggles aimlessly, scratching at the ground around them, before eventually falling limp. A loud popping sound them emanates throughout the entire arena, notifying all contestants that someone has been slain. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi - Marisha Pepper - Sir Spriticus Montague Dew - Serenity Fanta - Reverend Root Occurrence 10: T-01:02 Reverend Root concludes his monologue, throughout which John Coke has remained absolutely silent. Reverend then asks if John has any final words, to which he simply says "behind you" before Reverend is suddenly struck in the back of the head, causing him to crumble to the ground unconscious. John Pepsi, who had struck Reverend with his quarterstaff, confiscates his last remaining containment trap, along with his switch blade, before making his way over to the still-restrained John Coke. Despite having been killed by Coke twelve times at this point, he still begins to cut him free, which prompts the following conversation: Coke: So you'll hurt someone to save another? Pepsi: You'll both still be alive. That's my pacifism. Coke: And what stops me from killing him the moment you cut me free? From killing you? Pepsi: Nothing. Coke: Yet you'll cut me free regardless? Pepsi: That's my way in this world. If you see me dead for it, so be it. <Pepsi finishes cutting Coke free before handing them the switch blade.> Pepsi: Do as you will. John Pepsi leaves the now-unrestrained John Coke and Reverend Root behind as he begins to make his way east. After half a minute passes, Coke looks to Reverend, lets out a slow sigh, and begins to follow after Pepsi. Occurrence 11: T-01:06 Marisha Pepper discovers a hidden loot cache containing a hunting rifle, four rounds of ammunition, and a summoning soda named Ferocious Fizz. Occurrence 12: T-01:09 Serenity Fanta comes across the unconscious body of Reverend Root, who she prepares to finish off before stepping in his other, still-active trap, entirely restraining her. Occurrence 13: T-01:14 Sir Spriticus reaches Montague Dew, who is still resting and recovering from his encounter with Sol Kissinger. Attempting to seize the moment, Sir Spriticus begins casting the spell "splinter flesh and shatter bone, oh sparkling water carry this corpse home." He is interrupted, however, when a bullet suddenly strikes him, shattering his defensive barrier and causing the spell to fizzle out. Spriticus immediately moves to hide behind a tree, but only manages to do so as another bullet strikes his leg. Montague, now very aware of the two battling contestants, attempts to flee, only to catch a bullet to the shoulder that sends him stumbling to the ground. Marisha Pepper then fires her final round of ammunition directly through his eye, eliminating him. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's second death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi - Marisha Pepper Sir Spriticus - Montague Dew - Reverend Root Occurrence 14: T-01:15 Sir Spriticus casts the spell "free as a bubble, quick as fizz, bring me somewhere that isn't this" causing him to teleport to a random point in the arena. Occurrence 15: T-01:16 John Coke and John Pepsi, having heard the elimination pop, exchange the following words: Coke: Another falls. That leaves six alive. Pepsi: And two fallen, yes. Coke: It is the nature of the game to kill. It is the nature of ourselves. Pepsi: The nature of yourselves. Violence is not a path I'd willingly walk. Coke: Surely you can't hold onto those golden ideals forever. What about five games from now? Ten? Fifty? No one's values are that unshakable. Pepsi: You have killed me twelve times, John. And yet I chose not to seize my chance to return the favor. Perhaps, some day, I will falter and lose my way; succumb to this world's viscous cycle of violence and death. But not yet. Not today. Coke: Then you will die. Over and over. Pepsi: And when I do I will die true to myself. Can you say the same, John? Occurrence 16: T-01:23 Reverend Root finally regains consciousness and discovers the now-restrained Serenity Fanta, struggling to break free. He curses before taking one of the arrows off of Serenity's person before stabbing it through their head, killing them instantly. He proceeds to take her bow and ten remaining arrows. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's third death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi - Marisha Pepper Sir Spriticus - Reverend Root Occurrence 17: T-01:25 John Pepsi discovers a hidden loot cache containing a revolver, six rounds of ammunition, and pain-relief rum. Pepsi pockets the rum, but offers the revolver and its ammo to John Coke, who accepts with a quiet thank you. Pepsi seems to smile but does not otherwise acknowledge the gesture. Elsewhere, Marisha Pepper also locates a hidden loot cache containing gauze and a machete. Occurrence 18: T-01:30 As is the case with all SCP-7965 deathmatches, a giant siren fills the sky and a beacon appears at the center of the arena, marking the opening of the central structure of the arena. The structure's four gates also open at this time, and an announcement is voiced noting that all land outside of the central structure will be destroyed within the next fifteen minutes. Occurrence 19: T-01:33 John Coke and John Pepsi begin to approach the center structure's western entrance when a volley of arrows suddenly begin flying from the trees behind them. Six of the arrows strike the area around the two, however one manages to catch Pepsi in his shoulder blade and another strikes Coke's calf. Despite this, Coke manages to limp behind some semblance of cover, however in doing so he leaves Pepsi in the middle of the clearing. Pepsi, who had collapses from the impact of the first arrow, attempts to rise before another arrow strikes them in the hip, sending them to the ground again. Reverend Root finally emerges from the tree line at this point, knocking his final arrow as he approaches Pepsi, spouting the following: "In the end, you sinners are all the same. Coarse hearted and cold, all you care about is perpetuating sin and anarchy and pain and tyranny. I had thought you different, John, I really did, but it seems even you have grown tainted and dark. I can only pray that Selevant Soda cleanses your heart. Consider this a servic—" Reverend Root is cut short by John Coke shooting him in the head. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's fourth death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi Marisha Pepper - Sir Spriticus Occurrence 20: T-01:35 John Coke returns to John Pepsi and they help each other remove the arrows that had struck them. Despite having no proper medical supplies, they fashion bandages out of their shirts — primarily the sleeves — and decide not to use the better-in-a-punch soda, nor the pain-relief rum, as they are both used to such wounds this many cycles in and know they are relatively non-fatal. They then, using each other to stabilize one another, walk into the central structure while having the following words: John Pepsi: Didn't think you were capable of saving a life. John Coke: Someone still died. John Pepsi: But you shot them to protect me. Those kind of even out, I think. John Coke: Shut up. John Pepsi: Oh no need to act so stoic about it. I'm proud of you. <Pepsi pats Coke on the back, causing Coke to stare daggers at him.> John Coke: Keep your damn mouth shut. John Pepsi: You know, the old John Coke would've never saved— John Coke: You say another word and this John Coke will put a bullet through your job. John Pepsi: <Motions zipping his mouth closed before "throwing away" the zipper.> John Coke: …you are insufferable. Occurrence 21: T-01:36 Sir Spriticus, realizing that he will not be able to reach the center structure of the arena within the fifteen minute allowance, begins casting one final spell from the tomb of fizziness. Occurrence 22: T-01:37 Marisha Pepper enters the central structure from the eastern entrance. Noticing this, John Coke immediately raises his revolver, taking aim upon Marisha. John Pepsi grabs his arm to keep him from pulling the trigger however. The following is a transcript of the ensuing encounter: John Pepsi: She hasn't done anything yet, John. We can be better than this. John Coke: There is no we here, Pepsi. If you're not going to help, get out of the way. Marisha Pepper: Maybe he's right, Coke. Maybe we can be better than this. <Behind her back, Marisha begins slowly opening her Ferocious Fizz summoning soda.> Doesn't the bloodshed get exhausting? John Coke: That's rich coming from you, Pepper! Your hands are as bloody as my own, and I've crossed blades and bullets with you enough to know you are unwavering in your bloodlust. <John cocks back the hammer of his revolver, keeping it pointed directly at Marisha.> John Pepsi: John, please don't— John Coke: Shut it. John Pepsi: Come on, just give me a chance to talk her down. John Coke: For the love of Selevant, will you just be— <The sound of a soda opening is heard across the arena as Marisha finishes opening her summoning soda before throwing the bottle at the pair. Coke quickly returns his attention to Marisha, firing two shots in her direction as the soda can breaks apart mid-air and a wolf made entirely of soda manifests before them.> <The wolf immediately charges as Pepsi, who throws up his quarterstaff in an effort to guard against the canine's unrelenting bites. This proves only partially successfully, as it quickly bites its way through the staff, breaking it in half before biting hard into Pepsi's shoulder. He lets out a scream in anguish before slamming one of the staff's halves hard into the wolf's eye, forcing it release its grip before using the other half to clock it hard in the side.> <Coke, having heard Pepsi's scream, turns and fires a shot into the wolf, causing it to demanifest in a flurry of soda bubbles upon impact. The bubbles don't immediately dissipate, though, and instead begin filling the area around the two.> <Marisha, using their brief blindness due to the fizz-fog, begins dead-sprinting at Coke with her machete in hand, reaching him just as the bubbles begin to dissipate.> <Coke reacts as quickly as possible, barely evading Marisha's strike. She pivots quickly, slashing for his chest, though he maneuvers, forcing his shoulder to bare the brunt of the strike as he fires off a round into her stomach. She feigns collapse, dropping her blade as she slams her shoulder hard into his chest before using the momentum to flip him over her back.> <Coke hits the ground hard, causing him to drop his gun which Marisha quickly kicks away. She bares down on him with her fists, striking him over and over and over, with him barely deflecting them with his arms. She is relentless in her strikes, cracking his jaw, breaking his nose, bludgeoning his eyes and neck and chest and anywhere else she can lay a hand on.> <Pepsi appears behind Marisha, wrapping his arms around her in an attempt to yank her off Coke. He is partially successful, pulling her about two feet back before she slams her elbow right into Pepsi's nose, breaking it and forcing him to release his grasp on her. Nonetheless, it provides Coke with enough of an opening to regain some footing, allowing him to dodge her wide swing before countering with his own to her gut.> <The two end up in a back-and-forth exchange of blows. Coke jabs her rips, Marisha catches his jaw. Coke trips her to the ground, Marisha twists and plants a firm kick in his check. Back and forth, fist after fist, a flurry of blows is exchanged. For moments, Coke is overpowering Marisha, then Marisha Coke, over and over, in a bloody cycle that sees each both go from steady and confident to beaten and shaken. Both stand at odds of one another, each on the verge of collapse. Coke plants his feet. Marisha steels her body. He goes for a wide hook. She moves to block. He feigns and instead goes for a hard upper cut. But she catches it still, before hitting him as hard as possible in the neck. Then again, and again, until his knees give out and he falls to the ground.> <She stands, towering above him, smirking. And then the ground erupts beneath her feet and dozens of explosions detonate within the central chamber.> Occurrence 23: T-01:45 Sir Spriticus finishes casting his spell just as the fifteen minute mark is reached. He smiles, and watches as the area around him is swallowed in a wave of blinding light, destroying everything in its path and killing him instantly. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's fifth death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi - Marisha Pepper Occurrence 24: T-01:46 As the dust settles from the detonations caused by Sir Spriticus' spell, John Pepsi rises. Immediately he notices Marisha Pepper laying in the midst of rubble, who he quickly makes his way over to. Her wounds are severe: both of her legs are completely lost, and the remainder of her body is torn by shrapnel and thaumaturgic burns. He grabs her hand, holding it as he softly says "I'm sorry." She coughs, and he pours the pain-relief rum onto her wounds to ease her suffering. She stares at him all the while, before weakly smiling and closing her eyes. A popping sound then fills the arena, alerting contestants of the match's sixth death. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Coke - John Pepsi Occurrence 25: T-01:48 John Pepsi suddenly hears a distant bout of coughing and quickly makes his way over to a still-conscious John Coke. He quickly takes Coke's hand and helps sit him up — unlike Marisha's wounds, Cokes only sustained a few thaumaturgic burns, though his stomach was speared through by a large piece of stone-shrapnel. The following conversation ensues: John Pepsi: Stick with me, John. You'll be alright. John Coke: You still here, Pep? John Pepsi: Right by your side, John. I'm here. John Coke: <He coughs up. Blood drips down his chin.> And Marisha. <Pepsi shakes his head.> John Coke: It's just us, then, huh? John Pepsi: Just you and me, John. Here… <Pepsi pulls out his better-in-a-punch pop and offers it to Coke, who takes it slowly.> John Coke: And you won't finish me off… will you? <Coke opens the pop.> John Pepsi: Never. John Coke: <Coke raises the healing soda to his lips before pausing.> That means I'll have to— John Pepsi: It's okay. I won't hold it against you. It's just your nature. John Coke: I did say that, didn't I? <Coke proceeds to pour the entirety of the soda onto the ground before dropping the can onto the now-destroyed arena floor.> John Pepsi: Wh— why would you—? John Coke: Just— be quiet and win for once, Pep. For me. John Pepsi: Okay, John. I will. <Coke closes his eyes and whispers "thank you" before resting his head on Pepsi's shoulder.> After three minutes, a popping sound fills the arena. CONTESTANTS REMAINING: John Pepsi Occurrence 26: T-01:55 John Pepsi is declared the winner of the nineteenth SCP-7965 event. In the following minute, the entirety of the arena demanifests, along with its pocket dimension. Addendum-7965-2: On April 23rd, 1985, directly following the conclusion of SCP-7965's nineteenth event, the Coca-Cola Company released New Coke. Due to the outrage that followed, both within the anomalous and non-anomalous worlds, the SCP Foundation is currently working with the G.O.C. to devise new containment procedures to ensure John Coke wins all future SCP-7965 events. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7965" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7965. Licensed under CC-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-7966 | pending | SCP-7966: The Father, the Son, and the Holy Davis Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-7966 LEVEL 5/7966 CONTAINMENT CLASS: PENDING TOP SECRET SCP-7966-1 Special Containment Procedures: The containment of SCP-7966 is currently undergoing internal review by the Department of Tactical Theology. All inquiries and concerns should be directed towards Head Containment Researcher Randall Bannock, who is to be considered an incidental expert on the anomaly. Description: SCP-7966 is the birth of Jim Davis1, creator of the Garfield comic strip series. According to all testing methods devised by the Department of Tactical Theology, this event is both ontologically and theologically identical to the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. This conclusion has been made following several decades of observation. Besides emitting significantly higher-than-average Akiva particles than most individuals, SCP-7966's theological resonance signature measures at a consistent 3:16, which is comparable to other artifacts with a similar presence and is unusually high. In addition, SCP-7966-1's EVE energy patterns have been found to be an exact match for the known EVE patterns of the previous incarnation of Christ. Despite this, SCP-7966-1 has never been documented knowingly utilizing its anomalous abilities or acting in a manner directly comparable to other resurrected deities, leading researchers to believe the entity is unaware of its religious prominence. The only effect SCP-7966's theological significance is thought to have had is its passive ability to amass followers, which has contributed to the popularity of the Garfield franchise. Whether this is directly the result of SCP-7966-1's influence is currently unknown. Addendum.7966.1: After extensive discussion and research regarding the most reliable method of containment, it has been conceded that allowing SCP-7966-1 to live out its natural lifespan outside of containment poses the smallest probable chance of triggering a biblical rapture. As to maintain its commitment towards the categorization and preservation of religious scripture, the Department of Tactical Theology has since begun accumulating an extensive archive of all currently published Garfield media.2 Further efforts to acquire the religious institution Paws Inc. are currently ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7966" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7966. Licensed under CC-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: jimmyboy.png Name: Jim Davis & David Choe Author: Ducky License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Henceforth referred to as SCP-7966-1. 2. A estimated 80% of which have been donated from Randall Bannock's personal collection. |
SCP-7966 | uncontained | SCP-7966: The Father, the Son, and the Holy Davis Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-7966 LEVEL 5/7966 CONTAINMENT CLASS: PENDING TOP SECRET SCP-7966-1 Special Containment Procedures: The containment of SCP-7966 is currently undergoing internal review by the Department of Tactical Theology. All inquiries and concerns should be directed towards Head Containment Researcher Randall Bannock, who is to be considered an incidental expert on the anomaly. Description: SCP-7966 is the birth of Jim Davis1, creator of the Garfield comic strip series. According to all testing methods devised by the Department of Tactical Theology, this event is both ontologically and theologically identical to the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. This conclusion has been made following several decades of observation. Besides emitting significantly higher-than-average Akiva particles than most individuals, SCP-7966's theological resonance signature measures at a consistent 3:16, which is comparable to other artifacts with a similar presence and is unusually high. In addition, SCP-7966-1's EVE energy patterns have been found to be an exact match for the known EVE patterns of the previous incarnation of Christ. Despite this, SCP-7966-1 has never been documented knowingly utilizing its anomalous abilities or acting in a manner directly comparable to other resurrected deities, leading researchers to believe the entity is unaware of its religious prominence. The only effect SCP-7966's theological significance is thought to have had is its passive ability to amass followers, which has contributed to the popularity of the Garfield franchise. Whether this is directly the result of SCP-7966-1's influence is currently unknown. Addendum.7966.1: After extensive discussion and research regarding the most reliable method of containment, it has been conceded that allowing SCP-7966-1 to live out its natural lifespan outside of containment poses the smallest probable chance of triggering a biblical rapture. As to maintain its commitment towards the categorization and preservation of religious scripture, the Department of Tactical Theology has since begun accumulating an extensive archive of all currently published Garfield media.2 Further efforts to acquire the religious institution Paws Inc. are currently ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7966" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7966. Licensed under CC-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: jimmyboy.png Name: Jim Davis & David Choe Author: Ducky License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Henceforth referred to as SCP-7966-1. 2. A estimated 80% of which have been donated from Randall Bannock's personal collection. |
SCP-7967 | safe | Item #: SCP-7967 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7967 is to be indefinitely maintained and used by the Foundation to produce Akiva Radiation for use in various religious based projects. SCP-7967 is no longer to be maintained and to be stored in Containment Sector-54, located within Reliquary Area-27. In light of the data implied by the object's behavior, this file is restricted to Clearance 5/DoTT personnel. Description: SCP-7967 is a device developed by the Department of Tactical Theology in 2003. It was designed to harvest the abnormally high amount of Akiva Radiation that is produced when a human being dies. SCP-7967 functions through the theory that before entering an afterlife, a being tends to worship at greatly increased levels, a result of attempting to enter a positive afterlife and contemplating one's mortality. This energy tends to dissipate shortly after the subject's death. SCP-7967 functions by tracking these events and using Wozny-Hellman Worship Sinks to absorb it successfully. Addendum SCP-7967 has been deemed to be nonfunctional and has gathered no Akiva Radiation in the two months since its activation. This is believed to be a result of the fact that although during this period approximately 11,000,000 humans have become corpses, none of them have died. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7967" by NielleiN, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7967. Licensed under CC-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-7968 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7968 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation-operated database crawler is to periodically review the Foundation database for materials affected by SCP-7968. Affected materials are to be reported to server administration for review and removal of alterations. Personnel who encounter affected materials are to be informed of SCP-7968's anomalous effects and, if necessary, directed to this file for more information. Description: SCP-7968 is a phenomenon wherein documents in the Foundation database1 are altered to reference a non-existent SCP object, henceforth SCP-7968-1. The numerical designation given to SCP-7968-1 within affected documents varies; instances of SCP-7968 have been connected to each other based on shared characteristics among the alterations. The source of SCP-7968 is unknown and presumed anomalous. The text of SCP-7968 instances varies considerably, but the following characteristics of SCP-7968-1 are consistent across the vast majority of instances: The object is contained at Site-43. The object is a white human female, aged 43-47 years. The object's listed numerical designation is between 3000 and 3999. The object's primary anomalous property is the routine manifestation of several nondescript metal folding chairs in its immediate vicinity. The chairs are not acknowledged as being themselves anomalous. The object is regarded with disinterest by personnel. It is not clear if this is a secondary anomalous property or merely non-anomalous apathy. No records of an object with these qualities are known to have ever existed in the Foundation database. When questioned, Site-43 personnel universally claim to have no memory of an object matching the above description being contained there at any point in the site's history. Addendum: Several recent SCP-7968 instances reference a "Dr. Shepherd" as being the research head for SCP-7968-1. Records indicate that no individual with this name has ever been employed at Site-43. Instances that reference this individual also often detail their cold treatment of SCP-7968-1 and the anomaly's continual attempts to establish an emotional connection with them. The purpose this serves is once again unknown; no definitive connection between "Dr. Shepherd" and any past or present member of Site-43 staff has been established. Addendum: In addition to information that would be relevant to the containment and study of such an anomaly if it existed, SCP-7968 instances have begun to also often contain irrelevant personal details about SCP-7968-1 that an actual SCP file would not document. Recurring details include an affinity for sunflowers, an unfulfilled interest in astronomy, and a strong desire to raise a child. The purpose of these inclusions, if it exists, is unknown. No new insight into the nature of SCP-7968 has been gained from analysis of the additions. Addendum: Since 12/9/2022, SCP-7968 instances have begun to include the insertion of non-clinical elements into affected files. These elements include prose passages, poems, and what appear to be notes to an unknown individual. The majority of these elements appear to be written from the same perspective. An example is attached below: there is a place beyond the concrete and window glass, beyond the laughing children and glowing sunflowers, beyond the cold moon and blazing stars. i have been there in my dreams: the endless white, countless deafblind souls stumbling for something to hold onto and, finding nothing, screaming at a god who will never hear. where are you? i yearn for your monotonous questions to cut through the buzzing; i yearn for your cold stare to pierce the fluorescence. a cold body is still a surface for oxygen to bounce off of. do people still pass by this place? i listen for hours and hear nothing but the vents if only i had a window to watch the world from while i sit in this chair. when i woke up this morning, i covered my eyes with my forearm and the light still shone through. i am starting to hear the wailing and screaming as i lie awake in my bed. i wonder if i will join them soon. The relevance that this and similar non-clinical additions have to the rest of SCP-7968 instances is unclear. It has been suggested by research personnel that analyzing these additions may be useful for identifying the source of SCP-7968; an investigation is currently underway. Addendum: Since 23/7/2023, no new SCP-7968 instances have been detected in the Foundation database. As it has been more than one year since the last sign of activity from SCP-7968, a request to reclassify the anomaly as Neutralized has been filed and is currently pending. Footnotes 1. Affected documents are primarily, though not exclusively, SCP files. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7968" by UncannyClown276, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7968. Licensed under CC-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-7969 | safe | Time rambles on and on, a strange beast that, the closer you get to its fabric, weaves itself another way. close Info X SCP-7969: Time Itself Author: Tufto. More of their work can be found here. Image: Both pictures are NASA images, and are thus in the public domain. They can be found here and here. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following item designation and document has been associated with Temporal Event 7969-1. Although the text of the file has been cleared of possessing cognitohazards and infohazards, the information contained therein is suspect and its provenance uncertain. For more information, consult the Temporal Event 7969-1 briefing packet. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA, 03/01/2023 SCP-7969 SCP-7969 upon recovery. Item #: SCP-7969 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7969 is currently being contained on-site at Sol 3's moon. Archeologists from the Shatterglass Exhibitry are in command of research operations. Description: SCP-7969 is a pair of objects found on the moon of Sol 3, part of the patrimony of the Duke of Glavi. The objects, both made of unknown metallic compounds, are a plaque bearing 14 lines in an unknown script and a crudely-carved humanoid figurine. Accordingly to Ploison-Netinsini dating methods, SCP-7969 was estimated to be created 97,000 years ago. This predates the earliest known manmade artifact by 16,000 years, and its discovery has dramatically altered the archaeological consensus about the origin point of humanity. I will not disguise my feelings, my Pir; such a discovery has given me an abundance of joy and fascination. These twin objects, alike in composition, have irrevocably altered our understanding of our species's origins. It has been suspected by a growing number of archaeologists that the human race did not, in fact, develop in the Haleski arm at all, but could have developed on the opposite side of the galaxy, in Closer Holvanis. The Order has long known that our origins were further to the north than commonly supposed; and as one of the most ancient organisations in the Empire, we would know better than most. And yet, repeatedly, stubbornly, we have been disbelieved. So it is with no small amount of pleasure that I observed the Conclave's shock and outrage to discover that they were wrong, and we were right! How happy I am! To see such luminaries as T'Sask Ope and the Herlnag strut in agitation on the stage was something I have wished for these many years. The Order has been granted an Imperial and Ducal order granting us exclusive rights over all archaeological digs in the Sol system for many cycles. That name itself is believed to be very ancient; it is one of the ten names that the Recapitulators possessed for their holy systems, some 70,000 years ago. We have no older names for any stars in the sky - although there has been some disagreement about the Recapitulators' very existence. All our documents relating to them are copies of copies, after all. But we need not scour the archives for scraps any longer. These two objects are small, humble, but the dating is clear; they have stood in the same spot for longer than recorded time itself. Their preservation is, presumably, anomalous; there is no other artifact on this moon, however thin its atmosphere. Analysis is ongoing on their composition; it seems to be some primitive compound, based on a partial understanding of physics. The figurine appears crude to our eyes. But, oh, what a tableau they are together! They must be some kind of memorial, I am sure; the figure's positioning, face down in the lunar dust, a deliberate message. Or perhaps they have been dislodged as a result of the long years. We will not, can not, know. But I have hopes, my Pir; such hopes. It is an honour to have been entrusted with this work. Sol 3. Memorandum 1: On 185225-RPA, an Imperial diktat awarded the Order of the Three Arrows full rights to any archaeological work in the Sol system. The area had not previously been examined in any great depth, owing to the Conclave's opposition to any acknowledgement of the Recapitulation's historical basis. A preliminary scan of the system's astral bodies was largely negative, outside of SCP-7969 itself; however, some unusual patterns were detected on the surface of Sol 3. Further investigation has been greenlit by the Order's personnel. This document does not do it justice, my Pir. We have discovered nothing less than cities! And not the usual scattered settlements; vast, vast conglomerations, the buried lines of crisscrossing settlements that could hold millions of people! Imagine! Perhaps I get ahead of myself; we have only discovered, through sub-surface scans, the remains of street patterns. There are no buildings, no artifacts; indeed, no other signs of humanity. But there is nothing else these patterns can be. It is only a matter of time before we find something new; we are almost ready to cease our orbital observations and descend to the planet's surface. Very few further abormalities have been discovered yet. It is a Class-9 planet, teeming with plant and animal life in abundance. I believe two species bear a close resemblance to carvings from early Gyl'Obiaye, which have never been sufficiently explained by that system's fauna: a rock with a face and arms protruding, and a species of feral cat with a glubfish's mane wrapped around its neck. The former is particularly bizarre and terrifying; the latter, savage, but without real malice. I cannot wait to touch them, see them, be eaten by them. We have requisitioned enough bodies to last us for years; the Emperor's generosity is unbounded. This proves to be a scholar's true playground. Our ships gaze down in awe and wonder. I will admit that, despite clear evidence of human life, I remain nervous. If this was our cradle, the origin-point for all humanity, then would something not have survived? We have no tales, no myths that stretch this far back; each primitive colony in the Years of Night believed itself to be the only world that had ever existed. We need more than this. We need something concrete, something that demonstrates - beyond doubt - that the nightmare of our long history has a start, a clear and unencumbered beginning. I believe, my Pir, in our tenets, even after all these years. Our mortality is not born to us; it is something that has been thrust upon us. Only truly understanding our origins can end this long curse, and return all the death and nightmares to their proper place; outside the species's walls. Humanity will be secured; the long night contained; and it shall be up to us to protect our fellow man. Has that not been our mantra these long years? Perhaps now our oldest prayers shall be answered. Memorandum 2: As of 185377-RPA, ground observations have been conducted by a number of the Order's crews. In conjunction with orbital observations, the following three abnormal discoveries have been made concerning Sol 3: That large-scale human settlements existed on the planet's surface, as evidenced by a number of sub-surface street plans picked up by orbital observation. The size of these settlements and the resources necessary to support them have led to an initial population estimate of over 2 billion people at the civilisation's height. That very few other signs of other human activity can be found. Evidence of large-scale, likely deliberate conflagration has been discovered across the planet's land mass; the obvious inference is that all evidence of human life was destroyed for some unknown reason, but the scale and thoroughness would be on a extraordinary level. That the only other remaining evidence of human activity found thus far is a large, secure bunker under the surface of a northern continent. The nature of the bunker is, as yet, unknown. Entering the bunker is currently the research team's top priority. But none of this describes the awe and horror. Touching down, digging beneath the surface; in the flesh, the street plans are little more than a different kind of soil, fragments of primitive road compounds. And there is nothing else. The others are less willing to arrive at the obvious conclusion, believing the scale of it impossible. But it seems clear to me, from the charred and fossilised ash; there was a deliberate attempt to destroy everything on this planet, to burn away the very memory of humanity from its surface. Why? Why do this? If this is humankind's origins, why burn everything? The same scorchmarks, on a much smaller scale, can be found dotted across the planet's moon in small clusters. One of those clusters is near the little metal items that first brought us here, but they are not burnt. They still live! Why is this? Why did they survive? I wish we could see. The past is a set of fragments, a set of absolutes that can only be perceived with our frail eyes, seeing only fractures and ruins we cannot understand. Maybe those rivers were once canals. Maybe that marsh was once a fish pond. Whole worlds existed here, once; the glory and dertritus of the human mind. The true hell of the past, when you really consider it, is that it is all true. Every last battle or war, every storybook caricature; it's all true. Everywhere humans have gone, lives have been lived, lives entirely different and founded upon an entirely different understanding from our own. It is almost nightmarish, to consider its scale; but perhaps comforting. All that we are is our past; we are the merest tip of an iceberg that descends beneath the darkest and deepest sea, our eyes only dimly making out the shapes beneath. But perhaps none of this matters, this horror and the weight of time. For I have the scent of greed upon my tongue, blinding me to all introspection. Because one place, one locale, has survived this planet's purge. It is a bunker. We cannot see within it; some strange metal, far more advanced than anything else encountered here, coats the thing. We're not even sure how deep it goes. All we know is the symbol carved above its entryways. Three arrows pointing inwards. Our Order's own blessed symbol. Memorandum 3: As of 185377-RPA, the northern continent's bunker has been entered. The interior had been similiarly destroyed by fire; a few fragments of equipment and machinery had been found, and have been requisitioned for analysis, but only a single artifact has been deemed noteworthy. The artifact is a series of sheets of a wood-based compound, with writing on it composed in the unknown script as the moon's plaque. It bears the symbol of the Order of the Three Arrows, which was also found on the outside of the bunker. The full significance of this is not yet known. Translation teams are currently working on a full decoding. But it is now known, my Pir. It took many weeks, but we succeeded. The formatting was recognisable at once; it is one of our own holy documents, like this one I write now. It alternates between the words of formality and the words of informality, as we have written about our world and those we encounter for as long as we remember. This much could be told at a moment's glance. But then the decoding began; the rendering into a proper tongue. And then things became much, much stranger indeed. This document - the strange wood-pulp it was printed on - has been dated, without any chance of mistake or error, to 96,000 years ago. 1,000 years after the plaque was placed upon the moon. Judging by our analyses of the planet's surface, this is the same time as the planet itself was burnt. And the document is the one I'm writing. It's the same one. Translated, yes, but otherwise identical. It features sentences I wrote before I came here, and those written by others; it contains these words I am just now writing to you; and it contains passages yet to be written. It is identical. The Order has seen this kind of thing before, of course. Temporal anomalies are nothing new to us; we all remember Joskq and Old Karmara. But those were unstable, fragile things. This is impossible. This is time travel. I don't know what this means. Is any of this planet real? Is it just something we made, playing with time in some distant future, placing objects from the future back into the past? Was it us, the Empire, the Order, the Conclave, whoever - was it us who burnt this world? Was time used to hide something? These were the questions that plagued me. But I do not think any are the case. Our physics has proven that, although waves and particles may one day be able to be thrust through time, any greater objects cannot pass. Time travel in the conventional sense is not possible. But the words written on that document - even the later ones - were of a type. They were my words; their timeline was not that long. And this document was preserved, wholesale, its pulp made to last far longer than its natural lifespan. 96,000 years! And after a long night of prayer, I think I know what happened. I think this is a paradox. If these people were so determined to destroy all aspects of their existence, then why preserve a little metal figurine? Why, of all the memorials that must have littered their world, was this one left standing? I think the answer is clear, my Pir. I think that they left that figurine because they knew that, one day, we would find it, and send back through time these words for them to peruse at their leisure - and leave for us to find. We know from past experience what happens when a paradox is broken; devastation, unending devastation that alters time and space around it. These people - our ancestors - must have realised this. So in their fury, they destroyed everything but that which would destroy themselves. A tiny, insignificant memorial. I don't know what to make of this. I don't understand. Memorandum 4: As of 185454-RPA, no further discoveries have been found on Sol 3 or its moon. As per the Imperial diktat, the Order's time here has ended, and the archaeological sites have been opened up to the Conclave. The team's final, formal report will be sent to the Pir shortly. I am standing, my Pir, in my ordinary body, back on the Capital. I am standing beneath the triple suns as they set over our grand lodge. Perhaps this is the right moments for some last thoughts. Time rambles on and on, a strange beast that, the closer you get to its fabric, weaves itself another way. It defies comprehension, to all the endless weight and burden of history, to those of us blessed in this present age, to our future selves. It haunts me, not only those parts unknown but our distance to the very patterns of life; the ways minds, so remote from our own, think and feel. Two ideas have been plaguing me, over and over again. The first is connected with the burning. I saw the evidence of ash and char; I saw the fragments, hastily scorched, inside that bunker. They are old, it is said; many millenia older than all else we have found. The scientists do not know by how much. It isn't clear. Something's inside their bones. But that ash, that devastation… what worried me first was this: that the words in this document, thrown through time, were what prompted it. They did not simply spare the memorial, they also had to burn their world. All the evidence had to align with what we found in order to avert the paradox; and they may have spent bitter centuries putting such a plan together. This, then, would be why we first fled our cradle; because we had to. Because the seal had to be preserved, or all humanity would perish. And this was horrible to me. My words, even if only a conduit, were still part of the obliteration of history, of our past, our sense of self! The quest for our origins has never felt so close, yet so far; our mortality so remote and near. I, even as a vessel, feel I bear some responsibility. But I do not know this to be true. I can only guess. But then another thought occurred to me; and it concerns these words themselves. Who wrote them? I believed - believe - that I am writing them, a spontaneous effusion of my own emotions. But I saw them written, in an ancient tongue, far before I wrote them. I saw them translated already. I cannot know where they came from. Indeed, neither can you; these may just be copies of what I saw. You only have it on trust, my Pir, that these are indeed my thoughts. And those people of the distant past do not know this either. Our ancestors will one day receive a message, showing them a paradox; it will claim to be from tens of thousands of years hence, after civilisation upon civilisation has fallen and died. They will read this, but they will not know from whence it comes. It will come in the form of a transmission, overriding itself into their database, presenting a challenge to them. It is to this task I will dedicate the rest of my life, to the exclusion of all else; but if I fail, then my successors will succeed. It is written, in perhaps the holiest of manuscripts we have ever discovered. They will, I presume, take it on faith; hence why we are where we are. But they cannot know that. And so, O my ancestors, if you are reading this, let me say one final thing: I do not know what I am. I do not know what these words are, these characters trapped in time itself. I know nothing but one piece of frail guesswork: that those 14 lines on your tiny moon, that figurine, are a memorial. A memorial to those who you lost on your first steps to this, to the tens of billions roaming the sky, to untold histories that you will never know. To the stars themselves, and all the ache and frail pain of this human world. But what the significance of any of this is, I do not know. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7969" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7969. Licensed under CC-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-7970 | esoteric-class | SYTYCFanon SCP-7970- Horton's Corner For more stories written by me check here Item#: 7970 Level2 Secondary Class: conscientia Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Greg Chudley & Maria Johnston N/A Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Personnel are not to interfere with SCP-7970's primary operations. Employees of Site-78 are encouraged to use SCP-7970's services to purchase gas and groceries, as it is the only place to do so within the city limits of Chugwater, Wyoming. Due to the importance of SCP-7970 in maintaining the local economy, a cover story is to be run downplaying SCP-7970's anomalous capabilities. Any incoming traffic from other locales will be given amnestics by instances of SCP-7970-1 as per the Foundation's agreement with SCP-7970-2. A location of SCP-7970. Description: SCP-7970 is the gas station/grocery store claiming to be Horton's Corner, an establishment destroyed in 2012. SCP-7970 manifests within the city limits of Chugwater, Wyoming for a twenty-four-hour period before de-manifesting for forty-eight hours. SCP-7970 displays no outwardly anomalous properties outside of its ability to teleport between locations and otherwise functions as a regular gas station. How SCP-7970 maintains its supply of food, water, and gasoline is currently undetermined. SCP-7970-1 instances are the attendants and employees of SCP-7970. Foundation records have made note of twenty (20) instances of SCP-7970-1, which are rotated out between manifestations of SCP-7970. These instances appear as human males and females between the ages of 18-26 with generally cheerful dispositions. SCP-7970-1 instances share names and appearances with deceased members of the local community, a connection that is still under investigation. SCP-7970-1's express joy at working for SCP-7970 and consistently advertise Horton's products and services along with reciting company catchphrases. SCP-7970-2 is the current owner of Horton's Corner, referred to by employees as "Horton". The properties of SCP-7970-2 are unknown as "Horton" has never made any public appearances. Investigation into SCP-7970-2 is currently the focus of SCP-7970 research. Discovery: On December 30th, 2012 an SUV crashed into Horton's Corner, Chugwater's only gas station, and started a fire that destroyed the business. The accident left Chugwater residents with no option but to drive to nearby cities to buy basic necessities and gasoline. Five years later, on March 18th, 2017, GPS devices began picking up a new Horton's Corner location within the Chugwater area which led to the establishment that would become known as SCP-7970. SCP-7970's anomalous properties became known twenty-four hours after its first appearance. At this time the SCP-7970-1 instances told customers that they were only a pop-up location and would return in two days' time after restocking. SCP-7970 then proceeded to vanish into the thin air nearly instantaneously, leaving no trace of its existence. The subsequent disappearance of SCP-7970 was promptly covered up by Foundation agents, who ensured that the event was not covered by any media sources and outgoing travelers did not bring word of a "disappearing gas station". Amnesticization protocols were considered, but due to the repeated appearances of SCP-7970 and the importance of the anomaly to Chugwater's infrastructure, such protocols were deemed unnecessary. In addition to these factors, Site-78 had previously documented that Chugwater residents displayed a 75% higher acceptance of anomalous activity as being a part of baseline normalcy compared to the average US citizen.1 The cause of this phenomenon is not yet known, and several interviews with Chugwater Residents who had used SCP-7970's services corroborated this statistic. Addendum 7970.01: Interview with John Milsboro On March 27th, 2017, one week after the appearance of SCP-7970, Foundation agents brought the original owner of Horton's Corner in for questioning. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Greg Chudley Interviewee: John Milsboro [Begin Recording] Chudley: Hello, Mr. Milsboro. I'm Inspector Chudley with the BBB. Do you mind if I ask you some questions regarding your time using Horton's Corner? The new one, not the business that you once owned. Milsboro: Aint'cha a little young to be a business inspector? You hardly look out of school, boy. Chudley: Good eye, I'm not out of school yet. I'm working on my bachelor's at the moment and this is just a work-study job for me. Milsboro: Ah, good on ya! Glad to see such a good work ethic in the youth. What kinda questions didja have? Chudley: First, I wanted to ask whether you were contacted about the use of the name of your former business. You never had the name copyrighted, but I wanted to hear your thoughts about them taking the name. Milsboro: I’ll admit, I was a little hesitant about hearing that name again. I lost a worker in that fire, but if anything I'm flattered! It's not like that fuckin' Obama came to bail us out in our time of need! Chudley: Uh um, sorry for your loss. I can imagine it must've been hard revisiting Horton's after a tragedy like that. Milsboro: It was a mighty fine establishment, no complaint for me. I hate to admit it but it's a major improvement over the original location. It's bigger, got a better selection of fixins and the bathrooms are pristine! Dunno who's running it but they gotta have a lot of cash, it's comparable to one of them city joints. Chudley: Hmm, I would have thought you'd be a bit angry. Did you meet with the owner? Milsboro: I tried! The girl at the counter said he ain't doing appointments, but he 'appreciates my long years of service to the community'.The only way he'd meet with me is if I became some fuckin tier of their "rewards program" or some nonsense. Fuckin' millennial bullshit I tell ya. Chudley: Hmmm, certainly a predatory practice. We'll have to look into that. Lastly, I have to ask about the… strange incidents regarding the store. Specifically the disappearances. Milsboro: What you mean, boy? There ain't nothin' strange about that new Horton's Corner. It's just smoke and mirrors, they are trying to be showy to keep people talking about it. Chudley: There is also the fact that we haven't seen any crews to supply or build this supposed gas station. That doesn't bother you in the slightest? [Milsboro laughs.] Milsboro: Kid you don't understand basic marketing. They don't want you to know who is supplying them. It adds to the charm and mystique. Chudley: So I've been told. Thank you for your time, Mr. Milsboro. That'll be all for now. [End Recording] Addendum 7970.02: Expedition Log #1 Following the interview with Mr. Milsboro, Site-78 Director Leah Richter authorized an investigation into Horton's Corner to ascertain the identity of SCP-7970-2. Due to Site-78's lack of available Mobile Task Forces and short staffing, Junior Researchers Greg Chudley and Maria Johnston were chosen to go on an expedition into SCP-7970. [Begin Recording] [Researcher Johnston is seen down against the dashboard fiddling with the camcorder] Chudley: So… Do you think they have Mozzarella sticks? Johnston:…-What? [Johnston leans back into her car seat.] Chudley: Mozzarella sticks. I've heard this Horton's place is similar to a Sheetz. So I'm hoping they have Mozzarella sticks and they're as good if not better. Johnston: What the hell is a Sheetz? Chudley: Only the best gas station slash restaurant in the midwest! Are you telling me they don't have Sheetz where you come from? Johnston: I'm from California. Chudley: Oh, I'm sorry. Johnston: Like Ohio is any better. [Johnston scoffs.] Johnston: Anyways. Stating our names for the record, Maria Johnston here with Gregory Chudley. This is Log 1 of the SCP-7970 expeditions. The date is the 20th of March 2017 and SCP-7970 has been manifested for approximately two hours. We are currently en route to SCP-7970 and should be there in five minutes. Chudley: Do you have to be so formal? We're sitting and driving, I doubt Richter's going to give us an infraction for having a chat. Johnston: This is going on the record and we're on the clock. We have to be professional. Chudley: Professional? In my fucking mini cooper? It's my car, my rules. Remember that our cover is being ourselves. Just Greg and his friend Maria filling up on gas. Johnston: (sighs) I guess you're right. I just want to do well on my first field assignment. Chudley: Relax, you'll do fine. I mean, you're only here to babysit me, right? Johnston: Babysit you? Don't be absurd. Chudley: You don't need two people to investigate a freaking gas station. Richter doesn't trust me, that's why she had you tag along. Johnston: Well you've been consistently late to meetings, and you broke a shipment of glassware you were supposed to bring to my lab- fuck! [Johnston turns to look out the window and then faces the camera.] Johnston: You just ran a red light! Chudley: Did I? I think that's subjective. Johnston: I literally watched you do it. Chudley: Wasn't on video. No evidence. plus we're here. Get switched over to the body cams. [The feed goes dark for a moment but the audio is still picked up.] Chudley: I'll get the car filled up with gas. You go interview some of the other customers. Once I'm filled up, I'm going to go order my Mozzarella sticks as an excuse to chat up one of the -1s. [The feed returns now showing footage from Chudley's body cam.] Johnston: Wait… you're telling me the Mozzarella sticks bit had a purpose? Chudley: Twofold, my dear Johnston. Gets our job done and fills my stomach. Did you expect me to not have a plan ready? Johnston: Yes? Chudley: For shame. Let's go. [Chudley pops the gas cap and leaves the car. He reaches into his pocket for his credit card and placed it into the pump before selecting his gas type.] Chudley: 2.20! That's a steal! Female Voice: Of course it is! Here at Horton's Corner, we strive for the best prices in the country! [The camera swings to the left as Chudley is heard making a surprised exclamation. There is a female instance of SCP-7970-1 standing there in a red Horton's Corner uniform holding a tablet.] Chudley: D-don't sneak up on me like that. Miss- Shelly: Shelly Porter! Pleased to meetcha! What brings you to Horton's Corner? [Chudley is seen placing the pump into his vehicle] Chudley: Me and my friend are here for some cheap gas and some good food. Shelly: Well we gots plenty! As we say at Horton's Corner, Whereever you are, Horton hears you! Wouldja also like to join our rewards program? Chudley: I would, actually. Could you tell me about that? Shelly: Sure thing! Our rewards program gives 10 points for every dollar that'cha spend. Once you hit certain thresholds you go up in tier. Bronze tier is at 1000, Silver Tier is at 5000, and Gold tier is at 10,000. Our Bronze tier customers get 5% off all products, Silver gets ya 10% and one free gallon of gas per fill up, and Gold Tier gets you 15% off and one free fill up per month. Plus you get to meet the big man himself, Horton. [The sound of the pump stopping is heard and Chudley hangs it back up.] Chudley: That all sounds pretty good. You can sign my friend and I up. [The instance starts typing on their tablet.] Shelly: Super! I'll just need your name and contact info. Chudley: Alright, that's [EMPLOYEE INFORMATION EXPUNGED] for me. And for my friend Maria, it's [EMPLOYEE INFORMATION EXPUNGED]. Shelly: Alrighty, here are your cards. [The SCP-7970-1 instance pulls two cards from their tablet and hands them to Researcher Chudley.] Chudley: Thank you, have a good day now. Shelly: You too! [The instance walks away as Researcher Johnston moves to the front of the car. Chudley hands her a rewards card and the pair begin moving towards the store.] Chudley: Any luck? Johnston: Nothing of note from the other customers filling up. They're just happy to have Horton's back and, as expected, none of them seem to bat an eye about this place disappearing every two days. Chudley: Not even creeped out by the -1s? Johnston: Someone said one of the workers reminded them of a person they used to know. Speaking of which, did you get a name off that one you were talking to? We never confirmed if any of the -1s were former residents. [The sliding doors to the store open. The inside of Horton's is sparkling and pristine. Rows and rows of foods, drinks, and personal products are visible. Chudley and Johnston walk into the snack aisle and stop. Johnston pulls out her SCiPhone and begins fiddling with it.] Chudley: (quietly) Can you find a Shelly Porter in the registry? Johnston: I'll look, give me a second to run her name. [There is a 30-second pause while they wait.] Johnston: Zero matches. Chudley: Maybe they are just creations of the anomaly then? Regardless, we have a way to get to Horton. Johnston: Right. The rewards program. How much is that gonna cost us? Chudley: We need 10,000 points to get the highest tier. It's 10 points per dollar, so we’ll have to spend 1000 dollars each… do you,think we can get the funding for that? Johnston: Ugh, the Site’s been low on funds and staffing. I’m barely able to get enough Agar for all of the culturing that Richter wanted done of the local microbiota. Chudley: So, we're broke. Johnston: Pretty much yeah. Well, I’m gonna get started on racking up some points with what I can spend. Chudley: And I’m getting my Mozz. We'll meet back up at the food court. [Johnston nods and Chudley walks into SCP-7970's dining area. He approaches the instance working the counter.] Chudley: How's it going, my man? Can I get two orders of… wait. Is that a chicken sandwich WITH MOZZARELLA STICKS ON IT? I'll take that. SCP-7970-1 Food Worker: Can do, sir. That'll be $4.99 [Chudley hands the instance the card and the camera turns slightly to the nearby wall behind the counter. An employee schedule is seen.] SCP-7970-1 Food Worker: Okay, your order number is 25. Let me go run this to the back. [As the instance leaves, Chudley reaches over the counter and grabs the schedule off of the wall.] Chudley: Thanks man. When did you start working here? [Chudley folds the schedule and places it into his pants pocket.] SCP-7970-1 Food Worker: Oh I've been working since the grand opening. Old Man Horton gave me a new lease on life with this job, I'd do anything to pay him back. [A shattering sound is heard.] Chudley: Hold that thought. I'll be right back. [Chudley moves towards the direction of the sound which leads him to the registers. A woman is seen berating a Female SCP-7970-1 instance behind the counter.] Woman: What do you mean I gotta pay for this! You bumped into me! SCP-7970-1: Ma’am I was nowhere near you. I saw you knock it over and I’m going to kindly request that you pay what you owe. That was a $750 dollar decoration and my boss is going to need you to pay for it. Woman: Listen here, missy! I don’t know where you get expecting money out of me but I know the original Horton’s would never hire such terrible employees. DO. YOU. UNDER. STAND. MY ENGLISH? [Chudley is heard muttering "white woman moment" in response but the instance appears unaffected by her remarks.] SCP-7970-1: Ma’am if you won’t pay for it then we’ll have to negotiate your terms of payment. We here at Horton’s Corner don’t take kindly to rude remarks being made toward our staff. [Two SCP-7970-1 instances come from behind the woman, placing their hands on her shoulders. They tell her to come into the back with them. She refuses and pushes them off of her. The woman then begins yelling at them which prompts several more instances to surround the woman and drag her off kicking and screaming towards a door in the back.] [The instance that had been yelled at walks off. As the commotion subsides, Johnston is seen across the way looking visibly distressed.] [Footage removed for brevity.] [The camera feed has switched back to the camcorder. Johnston and Chudley are sitting quietly in the car. Chudley reaches into his Horton’s bag and takes a bite of his sandwich while Johnston cracks open a Mountain Dew Kickstart and took a sip.] Chudley: Wh- what do we do? I-I that woman is gone. She was a total "I'd like to speak to your manager type" and probably had something coming to her but the way they just dragged her off… Johnston: Cover story. We make up a cover story. If she has a family, we let them know she’s going to be gone for work… or maybe amnestics? Chudley: Jesus Johnston! I’m not going to be responsible if we make kids forget their own mother! Johnston: That's just a part of the job Chudley! God, give me a second, I’m trying to think. [Johnston is breathing heavily.] Johnston: Let’s just drive back to Site-78. We’ll explain everything to Director Richter. I’m sure she’ll know what to do. Chudley: Yeah… yeah, that sounds good. I also snagged the employee list while I was in there. [Chudley holds up the list where Johnston can see it. Johnston laughs nervously.] Johnston: Aren't you a bag full of surprises? You're alright, Chudley. I think you're alright. [End Recording] Following this expedition, the woman was identified as Mallory Manson, a local school teacher with a husband and two children. A cover story was developed to explain her absence to her family and any witnesses of the incident were amnesticized. Due to the possibility of SCP-7970-1 instances abducting local civilians, Director Richter approved seven hundred dollars worth of funds each for Researchers Johnston and Chudley to move forward in SCP-7970’s rewards program. Once they had achieved the necessary requirements an appointment was set to meet with SCP-7970-2 at the SCP-7970 location. Addendum 7970.03: Expedition Log #2 [Begin Recording. Time Stamp: 2/4/17 15:00] [Researcher Johnston enters the car on the driver's side and buckles her seatbelt. Researcher Chudley is already seated in the passenger's seat with a folder in hand.] Johnston: Keys. [Chudley tosses Johnston the car keys.] Johnston: So, how long before Director Richter finds out you went six hundred dollars over budget to get us both Gold tier? Chudley: Ah, I'd give it… Mmmm, forty-eight hours? That's at least when these tapes will get uploaded to SCiP.net. I'm sure it'll be fine though. We'll have cracked the anomaly by then and she'll be patting us on the back. I mean, she wasn't seriously expecting us to just come up with 300 dollars ourselves in such a short timespan. Not on our wages. Johnston: Wait, how much do you make? Chudley: Fifteen an hour. You? Johnston: I make twenty an hour. Chudley: Wait what the hell? You make more than me? What kind of wage gap bullshit is this? [Johnston starts the car.] Johnston: I think it makes sense, Pataphysics isn't even real science. Chudley: Yes it is! Johnston: No it's not, how do you quantify something like "Headcanon energy" or "meme particles"? Neither of those words is in the bible. Chudley: Well, that's because an unseen hand of a writer is guiding you to believe so… or at least theoretically. Johnston: Those theories are nonsense. Next you're gonna tell me the Noosphere exists. Now shut your goofy ass up and get me a Mountain Dew. [Chudley reaches into the backseat, which is filled with a variety of snack items. He procures a Mountain Dew for Johnston, who opens it and takes a sip before placing it in the cupholder. She puts the car in reverse and leaves from the Site-78 Parking lot.] Chudley: Someone's a little cranky without their caffeine. Johnston: God knows I need it. Anyway, you said you had something to tell me? Chudley: I think I found out where Horton is getting all of his employees. We were looking in the wrong place. Johnston: Hmm? Site-78 has pretty detailed records of Chugwater's populace from Richter's anthropological studies. I wouldn't think that she missed anyone in this tiny town. Chudley: Well that's because Richter was only looking at LIVING people. Anyone who died before Site-78's founding wouldn't have been documented. Or travelers for that matter. Johnston: So, they're Spectral Entities then? Is that what you're getting at? Chudley: Or clones? I went over the whole employee list I stole and every one of them came back with a news headline of their death or an obituary. The kid who died in the original Horton's fire is working at the new one. The girl who helped me fill up- Shelly- died in a car accident in 2005. The main throughline seems to be that all of them died in transportation-related accidents. Johnston: That's terrible… but it would explain the passing familiarity some of the customers had with the employees. Especially if their deaths were long ago. Your first thought isn't usually, 'Is X back from the dead?' Chudley: But the same names though? I'm surprised there haven't been any incidents involving that. Johnston: A couple more questions to ask then. [18:10] [The feed has switched to Chudley's body cam. The car is parked in front of SCP-7970 and Chudley proceeds to get out of the car. He heads inside with Johnston and the pair approach the register where an SCP-7970-1 instance resembling Mallory Manson was working the counter.] SCP-7970-1: Hello! Weclome to Hortons! Wherever you are, we hear you! How my I help you? Chudley: Uhhh, Mallory? SCP-7970-1: That's my name! Do I know you? Chudley: You don't but… you teach my cousin over at Chugwater Elementary. What are you doing working here? SCP-7970-1: Well, silly old me went and broke something in the store. Plus, I said some very unkind things to an employee. Horton was not very happy with me so he gave me a job and told me to work it off! Johnston: But you have kids! Surely they want to see their mom again. SCP-7970-1: If they want to see their momma they can come to Horton's anytime and buy some of our lovely snacks. Now is there anything I can help you with? Chudley: …Yeah. We have a meeting with Horton. We're Gold-tier members. SCP-7970-1: Oh, super valuable customers! You can go through those doors just over there. Be sure to knock before entering! Johnston: Thank you ma'am, we'll be on our way. [Johnston and Chudley walk away from the counter and towards the doors they were directed to.] Johnston: Hey, nice little bit of quick thinking with that little cover story about the cousin. You're getting pretty good at this. Chudley: Would it surprise you if I said lying comes easy to me? Johnston: Nope. [Johnston holds the door open for Chudley and the pair went down a hallway to a set of mahogany doors. Johnston knocks on the door and a voice is heard saying: "Come in!". Inside of the office, a man sits behind a desk. He is wearing a large tophat and holding a lit cigar. He appears to be in his mid-40s with gray hair and a long handlebar mustache.] Horton: Howdy! I'm Horton, owner of Horton's Corner! Wherever you are, I hear requests! Sit down and take a load off. [Johnston and Chudley take a seat in front of his desk.] Johnston: Mr. Horton, I'm glad you could meet with us. We represent a company that's very interested in your business. Horton: Ah. I figured you two weren't just mozzarella stick connoisseurs! Well, I'm all ears. It's the best I can do to pay back all your support. Chudley: You were watching us? Horton: 'Course I was! I keep track of all my customers. I listen to all the woes and gripes of the men and women of Chugwater and try to make this a better place for them to live. Johnston: I think that gets to the crux of my first question: what exactly are you Mr. Horton? Horton: Ain't it obvious? I'm the soul of Horton's Corner! Johnston: I know that but- Chudley: I think he means literally, think about what we know about the workers. Johnston: But- wh- gas stations aren't living. They can't have souls. Horton: You are partially right. Big franchise gas stations like BP and Exxon gave up their souls a long time ago. But us small-town gas stations do have soul! Now, mine was released when the old Horton's went tits up five years ago but I came back! Chudley: Why come back though? What does a gas station want? Horton: I saw big business eyeing up Chugwater. They were ready to price gouge you on gas by monopolizing this here town and I couldn't just stand by and let it happen! I had to bring Horton's back to do what I was put on this earth to do, provide people with gas and groceries! Johnston: What about your staff? How did you convince their souls to work for you? Horton: With excellent benefits and good pay of course! I felt bad all of them met such a terrible end in various automotive accidents, so I offered them a chance to give back to the community they once lived in. Chudley: That's great and all but what about Mallory? Horton: What about Mallory? Chudley: You're forcing her to work for you against her will. You can't just manipulate her like that. She has kids. Horton: She should have thought about that before breaking one of my displays and making rude remarks toward my staff. Ghosts are hard to come by for hiring opportunities. It's easier to get some of the community's worst off the street and make them give back to it instead. Johnston: Neither of us is going to argue that Mallory was unpleasant and a little racist. But we can't have you abducting people off the street. Our organization works to make sure that the public doesn't know about things outside the realm of normalcy. This town needs gas. We need gas, so we want to keep you operating. However, it's hard to make people think you're a normal gas station if you keep abducting people. Horton: Well I'm sorry miss, but with all the business I gotta keep a full staff. Unless you have a solution for me, I'm gonna keep doing what I'm doing to keep profits flowin'. Chudley: Just one second, sir. I need to discuss something with my partner here. [Chudley and Johnston get up and move to the corner of the room.] Chudley: (Whispering) Johnston, what if we gave him Level IV Class-D2 instead? It's better than him taking innocent civilians. Johnston: (Whispering) I'll have to ask Director Richter. Neither of us has clearance to make that call. [The pair return to their seats.] Johnston: I'll need a moment to confirm something with our boss. Mind if I call? Horton: Go ahead! I got all day when it comes to business. [The room is quiet as Johnston is heard taking out her SCiP phone, dialing and speaking with Director Richter.] Johnston: Chudley. She knows you went over budget and you are being assigned to a week's shift in Acroamatic Abatement3. Chudley: Tell her that I will give her a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos if that would make up for it. [There is indecipherable whispering heard.] Johnston: She will take the Fritos but you're still on Abatement duty. Chudley: Fuck. Johnston: Back on topic, she says that she would be willing to provide you with new staff. In return, you are to stop making your store disappear in front of civilians and all Foundation Personnel are to be given Bronze Tier status at your establishment. Horton: I can modify closing procedures if you think it'll help protect the business but I can't just give out free rewards like that. It defeats the purpose of the system! [More indecipherable phone talk is heard.] Johnston: We'll buy rations from you if you can get them and you can cater any staff events we have. Sound like a deal? Horton: Field rations? That I can acquire. You're speaking my language now. I think I can take that deal. And as a gesture of friendship, perhaps I could let you know if any strange persons come on my property. [Johnston is heard hanging up her SCiP phone.] Johnston: Excellent. Our Foundation thanks you for being able to come to an agreement. If you would release Mallory from her employment we can get you a replacement in the next 24 hours. Horton: Sounds like a plan to me. If that is all, good day to both of you. Something tells me your Foundation and my business will be good partners moving forward. [End Recording.] Addendum 7970.04: Correspondence between Site-78 Director Richter and SCPF Midwest Oversight Committee To: Site-78 Director Leah Richter From: Secretary Kaibert Samson Hello, Director Richter. We've received your recent filing of SCP-7970 and an associated agreement you've made with this anomaly. O5-11 has expressed concern with the Conscientia Class designation as well as the containment procedures associated with it. It appears to us that this anomaly could have been contained via the use of SRAs, sufficient barricading, and jamming of its GPS Signal. We expect a justification for your actions in a week's time. To: Secretary Kaibert Samson From: Site-78 Director Leah Richter As I may remind the Midwest committee that this godforsaken town only has one Gas Station and Grocery store and it's SCP-7970. Asking us to contain it simply is a waste of resources and a damper on our only lifeline. You've read my studies. You should know that Chugwater is a little different compared to other locales, and thus a different approach is required. We'll lose a couple of troublesome D-Class for a few months but eh, such is the business. I hope that is a sufficient explanation for O5-11. If they don't believe me they are free to come down to Chugwater to see themselves. I'd recommend the Mozzarella sticks, they are quite good. Director Leah Richter Site-78 For The Betterment of Humanity ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7970" by SYTYCFanon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7970. Licensed under CC-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: 8621109668_9436d7d369_k.jpg Name:Sheetz gas station - Maryland Author: m01229 License: Attribution 2.0 Generic Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/39908901@N06/8621109668 Filename: imageedit_1_5307070343.png Name:Department of MAUDE Logo Author: Olympic Error License: CC 3.0 by SA Footnotes 1. Cited from Richter, et al. 2014 On the Subject of Normalcy: The Oddities of the Population of Chugwater 2. Class-D who are highly dangerous, and have a history of continued non-compliance. 3. Anomalous waste disposal. |
SCP-7971 | safe | close Info X SCP-7971: I Have Made My Own Way Author: Cubeseer | Author Page Item#: 7971 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Photograph of SCP-7971-1 taken after acquisition. Special Containment Procedures: The area above SCP-7971’s entrance has been fenced off from public access, under the cover story of a geological excavation. Exploration of SCP-7971 is to be conducted by experienced Foundation cavers and autonomous robotic assets; thaumaturgic assistance is authorized on a case-by-case basis. Description: SCP-7971 is an underground complex of artificial tunnels and natural cavities located under a valley 1km north of Targyailing, Tibet. The oldest and deepest of these tunnels is found at a depth of 2452m underground, with more recent tunnels dug all the way to the surface of valley. Radiometric dating has dated the construction of the tunnels occurring 3800 years ago at the oldest, while the entrance and most recent tunnel is dated to 1911 AD. SCP-7971-1 is the tibia bone of Dorji, the presumed excavator of the artificial portions of SCP-7971. The bone was formerly preserved in his family's house before its acquisition by the Foundation. Analysis of SCP-7971-1 has revealed that Dorji was around 4000 years old at the time of his death in 1961, was of Mesopotamian descent, and possessed anomalous regenerative, longevous, and metabolic traits. Traces of these anomalous properties remain in the bone today. Due to events detailed in Addendum 7971.2, further analysis cannot be performed at this time. Addendum 7971.1: Notable Features The following table describes notable features of SCP-7971, arranged by age: Age Depth Description 3800yrs 0-2452m A shaft with a diameter of three meters extending vertically from the surface of the valley down to the bottom of SCP-7971. The method of construction is unknown. The shaft is filled in its entirety by hydraulic cement, which appears to have been poured in from the surface immediately after construction. Reconstructions of etchings made on the walls of the well do not resemble any known script, though Foundation thaumaturges have suggested that the etchings match common motifs of binding spells against immortal creatures. A corroded beryllium bronze chain is nailed to the bottom of the well. 3800-3400yrs 2452-2401m A mostly collapsed tunnel ascending out from the hydraulic cement. It appears to have been dug with a piece of discarded beryllium bronze that possibly formed part of a shackle, though the upper section of the tunnel shows signs of being carved out entirely using bare hands. The tunnel sporadically changes in direction at numerous points, but always increases in elevation. At the top, it is connected to a sealed cave system. 3400-2800yrs 2401-2153m A massive, sealed cave system consisting of multiple natural cavities formed by a combination of water erosion and tectonic forces. It contains numerous previously undocumented subterranean organisms, including several bioluminescent species of the genus Heleobia1. The self-contained ecosystem subsists on chemosynthesis by bacteria living in hydrothermal pools located in the lower parts of the cave system. Shrines and statuettes reminiscent of proto-Sumerian culture are found scattered throughout the cave, built over the span of 600 years. Fourteen clay statuettes have been identified so far: three depicting unknown humanoid beings, two depicting Ereshkigal2, and nine depicting Inanna3. A clay tablet containing proto-cuneiform script was also discovered within an alcove speculated to have once been living quarters, however only the last section has been successfully translated: Inanna, I have paid my penance ten-thousandfold. Please, where is your deliverance? 3400-2800yrs 2153-1914m A tunnel dug using flint tools from the topmost section of the sealed cave. Work was carried out intermittently, with much of the effort focused on reinforcing parts of the tunnel to prevent its collapse, ultimately to no avail. 2800-2400yrs ~2000m A series of tunnels haphazardly dug after an earthquake collapsed the main tunnel connecting Dorji to the sealed cave below. All of these tunnels seemed to be attempts to return to the sealed cave. Although one of these tunnels came as close as 11m to breaching the cave system, none of them would ultimately connect to any natural cavities except for other tunnels. 2400-1400yrs 1986m A hollowed-out artificial cavity, partially flooded in the present day by an aquifer above the ceiling. To assist with archeological efforts, a Foundation thaumaturge was authorized to perform historical remote viewing4. Their vision of the events that transpired in the cavity is described below: After carving out the cavity, Dorji crafted the figure of Inanna from the leftover debris. He prostrated himself before the statue. It seemed like he was in that position for a decade, at least. He chanted prayers during this time. Slowly, they devolved from controlled mantras into incoherent rasping, and his controlled posture became wild flailing. It was in one of these raves of motion that he shattered the figure against the rock. He was mired in inconsolable weeping thereafter, though even that gave out to motionlessness; curled in a fetal position on the cool stone floor. I do not know how long he lasted in that stillness. Other researchers have told me that it must have been a millennium. What aroused him ultimately was the dripping water, whose annoyance appeared sufficient to disturb even that deep lull. Gradually, like a bear awakening from hibernation, he started to crawl about the cavity, feeling its boundaries with the palm of his hands. He must have felt that the limestone walls had eroded, that the water weeping down had recessed depressions and cracks, and that nature was still digging while he was not. Suddenly, he scrambled to pick up a shard of the smashed goddess. With profound vigor, he used the shard to chip away at where the water had started to carve the path. Until his tunnel led him out of the farthest bounds of my Sight, I don't think he stopped for even a moment. 1400-112yrs 1986-0m A staircase dug at a 50° angle continuously without rest over the course of 1300 years. Construction was completed using a variety of stone tools obtained from rubble, with the rest of the rubble dumped behind Dorji. The staircase breached through the surface around June 1911. A broken flint axehead was left discarded at the entrance. Addendum 7971.2: Subsequent Events According to several interviews conducted by Foundation agents in Targyailing, Dorji stumbled into the village "emaciated and naked", with skin “as pale as the moon”. He was taken into the care of the villagers, who taught Dorji to speak Tibetan. Dorji would eventually integrate with the rest of the village and started his own family through marriage. Many of his modern descendants were told anecdotes of Dorji in their childhood and were also recipients of a unique corpus of proto-Sumerian folklore, though no mentions of deific figures seemed to have been passed down. Towards the final years of his life, Dorji underwent accelerated senescence and started to make preparations for his funeral. Despite never having practiced Buddhism, he was able to find a monk willing to conduct the process of traditional Tibetan sky burial upon his death. Dorji died of old age in 1961, and his remains were fed to various birds he had raised over the years, including a golden eagle. Only a portion of his tibia bone (SCP-7971-1) remained preserved in his family's house when the Foundation began containment efforts. On June 24, 2023, a Foundation truck carrying materials related to SCP-7971 out of Targyailing experienced a mechanical failure while operating, resulting in a rollover crash. No serious injuries occurred, however SCP-7971-1 was lost. A Foundation researcher driving behind the truck reported seeing an eagle depart from the site of the crash, carrying a bone in its talons. Three days later, excavation efforts near the entrance of SCP-7971 uncovered a clay tablet, dated to have been written shortly before Dorji's death. The tablet is written in both proto-cuneiform and Tibetan script. A translation is provided below: Nothing remains here but rubble Come, follow me into the sky I have made my own way Footnotes 1. Freshwater and brackish water snails. 2. Mesopotamian goddess of the underworld. 3. Mesopotamian goddess of love. 4. Extrasensory perception of the past. More From This Author More From This Author Cubeseer's Works SCPs SCP-8801 (+149) • SCP-8096 (+65) • Tales/GoI Formats Nosedive (+52) • Other Cubeseer's Observatory (+32) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7971" by Cubeseer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7971. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7972 | safe | Interior shot of SCP-7972 showing no deviations from a modular family home. Item #: SCP-7972 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7972 has been relocated whole from its original location in █████████████, Florida, to the Site-17 Alpha-187 Large Items Repository. Motion detectors have been installed in each room of SCP-7972. Autonomous activation is not expected. Requests for testing or transfer should be directed to Dr. Michael Pedersen Jr., Site-17 Department of Psychology, Early Childhood Welfare Division. Description: SCP-7972 designates a two-storey, four-bedroom modular home constructed by the Bensonwood Company in 1974. Its interior contains appliances and furniture appropriate in type and number for a single-family home in the early 1980s. Furnishings exhibit minor wear consistent with roughly a decade of occupation. While the Bensonwood Company has records of 1,321 sales of modular homes to █████████████, Florida, no records of a purchase at SCP-7972's original address have been found. The plot of land originally occupied by the home remains unsold as per █████████████ property records1. Appliances found in the home exhibit multiple irregularities from their manufactured forms: Each of the ██ ceiling-mounted light fixtures in the home contains a General Electric-branded incandescent A19 60W light bulb (model no. BE49X12) manufactured in the continental United States sometime between 1982 and 1984. The filament has been replaced with a thick strand of copper wire threaded through with three or four human phalangeal bones. Application of electric current initiates combustion of the makeshift filament via an unknown mechanism. When lit, the bones are observed to bend and twitch against the bulb glass due to thermal expansion of the wire. Each of the ██ toasters in the home is a Black & Decker-branded extra-wide slot 4-slice electric toaster (model no. TR00573) manufactured in the continental United States sometime between 1982 and 1984. Eight strands of copper wire have been crudely welded to the heating grilles of each toaster along which two or three human phalangeal bones have been threaded. When heated, the bones produce an audible scraping against the aluminum back plate due to thermal expansion of the wire. Each of the ██ hair dryers in the home is a Major International-branded electric hair dryer (model no. 12804) manufactured in the continental United States sometime between 1982 and 1984. Unscrewing the casing reveals that each individual blade of the fan mechanism has been replaced with two to three human phalangeal bones strung along a strand of copper wire. Standard operation causes the bones to curl around the heating element of the unit repeatedly due to thermal expansion of the wires. Each of the above appliances is connected to one of 24 live electrical outlets in the home via ███ concatenated American Electronics powerstrips (model no. A-150A5) manufactured in the continental United States sometime between 1982 and 1984. Examination of the plugs of each powerstrip reveals that each of the conductive prongs have been replaced ████████████████████ extending into the drywall. Continuous operation ████████████████████████████████████ odour, likely due to thermal expansion of the plastic. 59.64% of identified DNA fragments recovered from SCP-7972 originate from individuals who had received reconstructive orthopedic care at the Miami Valley Teaching Hospital between 1982 and 1986. None could recall the circumstances of their injuries. However, video analysis of phalangeal movements within SCP-7972 suggest behavioural patterns not incompatible with the ██████████ of human subjects between the ages of ████████6. X is for "Xing" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub Z is for “Ziggurat” Footnotes 1. This was not unusual as similar discrepancies were also noted for 16 additional unoccupied Bensonwood homes located in █████████████, Florida. 2. c.f. United States Consumer Product Safety Comission (USCPSC) recall #82-053, dated 17/08/1982. 3. c.f. USCPSC recall #83-023, dated 06/04/1983. 4. c.f. USCPSC recall #83-140, dated 22/11/1983. 5. c.f. USCPSC recall #84-251, dated 13/10/1984. 6. c.f. Pedersen, 1995a. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7972" by minmin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7972. Licensed under CC-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: image.jpg Name: Prefab Gabalfa - Esszimmer.jpg Author: Wolfgang Sauber License: GNU Free Documentation License Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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SCP-7975 | safe | SYTYCFanon SCP-7975 - The Chugwater Frogman For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 7975 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Reginald Whitlock Gamma-4 ("Green Stags") A Boreal Chorus Frog, a species closely resembling SCP-7975. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7975 is to be kept within a temperature-controlled containment chamber designed after a reptilian/amphibian habitat. SCP-7975's daily diet shall consist of three Stouffers TV dinners and a pound of fried flies. In addition, they are allowed one pack of menthol cigarettes per week. One lawn chair and one 4K Smart TV with cable access are to be given for recreational purposes. Foundation webcrawlers are to respond to postings of pictures and videos of SCP-7975 to discredit them as hoaxes, men in costumes, or iguanas. Any direct witnesses to SCP-7975's activity are to be questioned and amnesticized. Description: SCP-7975 is the designation given to an amphibious biped resembling a member of Pseudacris maculata1. SCP-7975 stands 1.7 meters tall and weighs 55kg. Its appearance resembles that of a frog with limb proportions similar to that of a human being. SCP-7975's internal biology resembles a non-anomalous frog but scaled up to match its current size. Unlike its amphibian cousins, SCP-7975 displays an intense desire for frozen human foods such as TV Dinners and Pizzas, often resorting to theft from local supermarkets to satisfy this craving. SCP-7975 also displays a propensity for speech, speaking in a midwestern accent despite it not having the proper vocal apparatus to do so. SCP-7975 is believed to be responsible for the myth of the "Chugwater Frogman", a creature designated as a "Cryptid" by Wyoming inhabitants and forming a part of the local folklore. SCP-7975 claims to be only 26 years old contradicting the earliest sighting. At this time it is unknown if there are multiple instances of SCP-7975 or if SCP-7975 is simply misremembering its own age. History: The Chugwater Frogman was first believed to have been spotted in 1970 by a man named Chuck Winchester on a road leading out of Chugwater, Wyoming. Chuck claims to have spoken with the Frogman, who was trying to catch insects by a lamp post, and offered them a cigarette before leaving them be. Chuck's story quickly spread throughout the small town and became a local legend, prompting businesses and tourism industries to take advantage and sell merchandise and offer a chance to potentially see the mysterious frogman. Despite attention from "Cryptid hunters" in state and out of state, sightings were very rare with only three per year, low enough to the point where Foundation Cryptozoologists deemed the sightings to be nothing more than a hoax. Discovery: In 2022, Foundation Site-78 had developed a hypothesis that the world was experiencing a surge of activity in its Cryptobiome2, believed to be connected to a greater anomalous event. This increase in activity was marked by a growth in populations of Parafauna and more discoveries of new species in the past ten years. In addition, sightings of SCP-7975 became more frequent and increasingly public Site-78's newly established Cryptozoology Department3 under Dr. Whitlock began investigating these new sightings. From pictures and videos being posted online, Dr. Whitlock theorized that SCP-7975 was not a hoax or a myth, but rather a new species of parafauna. A list of documented sightings can be found below. Date Details 12/01/2022 At 1:00am, Kimberly Montoya (35) owner of a local CVS came out from her office to find SCP-7975 stealing Menthol Cigarettes and gum from behind the register. Montoya proceeded to call the authorities and chase SCP-7975 from the store. SCP-7975 had left the premises by the time the police arrived and subsequent inventory of the store had shown that SCP-7975 had stolen several TV dinners as well. The incident was caught on the security cameras but Foundation personnel in the area were able to scrub the footage and Montoya was subsequently amnesticized. 19/02/2022 SCP-7975 was recorded at Chugwater Strip club with at least 4,000 dollars in US singles. When questioned SCP-7975 answered that it had obtained the money from "A suitcase that had floated downriver". SCP-7975 then proceeded to order as many dances as possible and was recorded on phone video by several customers. The female dancers interviewed by Foundation personnel stated that SCP-7975 was their best customer and noted that he kept requesting that they "Throw that ass back, froggy style." They didn't quite understand this request but proceeded to act like frogs for them as long as he would pay. SCP-7975 left the establishment after spending all of the money. All patrons were later amnesticized. 28/04/2022 SCP-7975 appeared on a Snapchat video taken by Andrew Kino (21) in the breakroom of a Weed dispensary. SCP-7975 was visibly inebriated and talking philosophically about his anomalous nature as a Frogman. Foundation webcrawlers subsequently had the story taken down and the workers of the dispensary were amnesticized. On June 8th 2022, Cryptozoological investigators were able to triangulate the location of SCP-7975's home by cross referencing previous sightings with large sources of water and caves where he could potentially be hiding. MTF Gamma-4 was deployed with tranquilizers and net guns to (5) different cave systems, eventually finding one with a lake inside of it and several amenities nearby. These included a generator, minifridge, microwave, television, cigarettes, and a lawn chair. SCP-7975 came up from the water moments after MTF Gamma-4's arrival and was verbally hostile to the MTF who attempted to reason with the anomaly to come with them. SCP-7975 refused and brandished a Glock-17 at the MTF who subsequently tranquilized and netted it after SCP-7975's Glock misfired. SCP-7975 was then detained in the Cryptozoological Department's Amphibian wing with amenities provided after SCP-7975 showed a willingness to cooperate with research staff. Addendum 7975.01: Interview with SCP-7975 The following interview was performed by Dr. Whitlock and supervised by Researcher Maria Johnston of Parabiological Sciences. As this was Dr. Whitlock's first anomaly contained at Site-78, Site Director Richter requested an observer be present to see how he handled sentient anomalies. Johnston: Stating my name for the record, Maria Johnston head of Parabiological Sciences and Arms + Equipment. With me today is the head of Cryptozoology, Dr. Reginald- Whitlock: Excuse me, Ms. Johnston. I'd like to be referred on the record as Reggie. Johnston: Wh-what? Standard Site-78 protocol for video logs is that you have to say your… preferred name. Alright I guess that's okay. Reggie: Thank you for the respect, young lady. Now, SCP-7975. I'm sure this has been a bit of a harrowing experience for you, being ripped from your home. SCP-7975: You kiddin'? This place is so much better than that dank cave. If I knew this was a hotel, I wouldn't've pulled a gun on ya! Johnston: 7975, this isn't a hotel. You are in containment, like a zoo but without the people. You aren't allowed to leave. SCP-7975: Well, you're going to keep me fed and taken care of, right? You know I think you're right, not a hotel - more like my own palace… Johnston: That's not- Reggie: What Johnston was trying to say, my friend, is that if you would like us to enrich your habitat that there needs to be a bit of give and take. You answer our questions and we'll see if we can get you some TV dinners. I understand that the usual frog food isn't enough. SCP-7975: Yeah, do you know how hard it is to maintain a physique like this without any big protein? What do you want to know? [SCP-7975 attempts to flex its abs but nothing shows through its blubbery gut.] Reggie: How old are you? SCP-7975: 26… I think. That might be in frog years, not sure. Reggie: According to our records, you've been around for 46 years. There's about a 20-year gap there. SCP-7975: 46! Do I look 46? You might have the wrong guy. Johnston: Are there more like you? Where are your parents? Do you have siblings? SCP-7975: Nope, no family. I'm the only one of me there is. Reggie: But someone had to lay your egg, were you ever a tadpole? SCP-7975: Not that I remember, I've always just been a guy. They call me the Chugwater Frogman but you can call me Gary. Reggie: Gary… hmmm. Moving on, did you perhaps fall into a temporal sink between now and 1970? Perhaps there was a reality shift or… a cosmic realignment. Why did your activity seem to increase now? Johnston: Doctor- Reggie: Reggie. No titles. Johnston: Reggie, what does any of that have to do with- SCP-7975: What the hell are you talking about doc? Time sink? Next, you're gonna start talking about bigfoot hemorrhoids!4 But to tell ya the truth, I used to hibernate a lot. Then suddenly… it just became "in season" for me. I just felt the need to start coming out of the cave more recently. Reggie: Hmm, that does confirm your theory, Johnston. I wonder if Jersey Devils follow a similar behavior… I'm also inclined to ask 7975, where did you acquire a gun? SCP-7975: Where every American gets one. [There is a moment of silence.] Reggie: Are you going to answer? SCP-7975: … The dumpster. Don't you get your firearms from the local dumpster? Johnston: No, that's actually quite concerning. Reggie: I personally want to know more about that briefcase you mentioned. It wouldn't happen to belong to D.B. Cooper… would it? SCP-7975: D.B! My pal! Yeah, I pulled him out of the river and he gave me some money for my trouble. I kept it stashed for a special occasion. Reggie: I knew it! I knew he was out there somewhere! SCP-7975, you have to tell us about anything that the government might be hiding from us. Is there anything else strange happening in Chugwater? SCP-7975: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. [SCP-7975 pauses for a moment.] SCP-7975: Did you guys know that the local Wendy's is run by alligators? [End Recording] Footnotes 1. Boreal Chorus Frog 2. The sum total of all anomalous animals 3. An extension of Site-44's Cryptozoology Division. 4. https://youtu.be/qOayXMBCvio ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7975" by SYTYCFanon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7975. Licensed under CC-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-7976 | safe | Item #: SCP-7976 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7976 instances are kept in a Small Mammal Enclosure at Site-58. Feeding practices and care details may be requested from Site-58 Containment Department Office as needed. OVERSEER EDICT #20485 is in effect regarding SCP-7976; under no circumstances is custody over them to be surrendered to other organizations, particularly the United Nations Global Occult Coalition (GoI-012) and Wilson's Wildlife Solutions (GoI-064). SCP-7976-1 through -3. (Nicknamed by staff Kissinger, Rumsfeld, and Schultz.) Description: SCP-7976 refers to a business1 of three mature ferrets (M. furo) with gray-white coloration. SCP-7976 instances display superior, human-level intelligence in matters relating to geopolitics, international relations, diplomacy, war, and foreign policy; their breadth of knowledge and thought is best compared to that of tenured professors and experienced politicians & diplomats in the field. During testing, SCP-7976 instances have displayed remarkably complex knowledge on the political situations of various conflict-ridden regions on the planet, global superpowers, the state of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, the military readiness of former Soviet states, the rise of Islamic extremism, conflict in the Middle East and Central Europe, and related matters. It is unclear how SCP-7976 instances are aware of such information and the events surrounding it, despite being on a communications blackout protocol since their containment in 1992. They seem to be aware of global geopolitical developments within minutes to hours of them occurring, and adjust their diplomatic stances appropriately — oftentimes faster than world governments can. They have collectively authored 38 papers, each several dozen pages long, with suggestions on American and NATO military intervention in conflict regions, the failings of the United Nations, commentary on the regional stability of the Arab world, the effects and relationship of climate-change driven demand for oil on geopolitics, the long-term effects of the fall of the Soviet Union, and one paper extolling the virtues of cooked egg and why it should be incorporated into SCP-7976's dietary regimen. This suggestion was deemed persuasive enough to be accepted. SCP-7976 instances have also displayed remarkable longevity. They were initially acquired as kits in 1992, and have lived to be 23 years old, well over twice the average lifespan for ferrets. It is unclear whether this is an anomalous property, a result of advanced Foundation medical care, or simply a statistical coincidence. SCP-7976 instances cannot speak, or otherwise verbally communicate their thoughts. During testing, they are provided with a keyboard they cooperatively type on to draft responses to political inquiries and questions; however, they appear uninterested in answering any personal questions using it, and indeed in discussing personal affairs at all. When not being tested, instances tend to engage in typical ferret behaviour (running, playing, etc.). SCP-7976 instances were initially classified as Foundation laboratory testing animals until their anomalous properties were discovered by Junior Researcher Louis Chan. Researcher Chan has refused to explain why he was administering university-level political science exams to a group of ferrets. Addendum 7976.1 PRODUCED ACADEMIC WORKS Through the length of their containment, SCP-7976 instances were often prompted by researchers for solutions and commentary on current events. The resulting papers, theses, and dissertations comprise much of the testing evidence. DESCRIPTION: A twelve-page predictive essay, written in 1992 as a first experiment on SCP-7976, that sought to analyze the regional effects of the breakup of the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. The essay accurately predicted a sudden upheaval in ethnic conflict and cleansing across Serb-Bosniak lines, as well as the ensuing secession of Kosovo and a resultant NATO military intervention years before they occurred. DESCRIPTION: A sixteen-page dissertation on why the Gaddafi Jamahiriya government of Libya can only continue to exist when provided with Western financial support for oil interests, and will collapse in on itself when such international support is deemed no longer more profitable than the inevitable outcome. Once again, SCP-7976's predictions proved prophetic; after the United Nations established a no-fly zone over Libya (and enforced by NATO), Colonel Muammar Gaddafi was ousted from power by a number of temporary-allied rebel groups. While the dissertation itself is sixteen pages, the full document is nineteen, the extraneous three pages consisting of random letters typed when SCP-7976 instances became distracted and began playing tag on the keyboard. DESCRIPTION: An analysis on the Coalition Invasion of Iraq, particularly SCP-7976 instances' suggestions on where it failed and how it could have been more smoothly managed to ease into a stable, Western-friendly regime rather than collapsing into civil war. SCP-7976's plan was substantially more aggressive and broader than the Coalition plan, which was already extremely aggressive and broad. Civilian targets were considered as legitimate as military targets, and plans range from carpet-bombing strategies to detonation of a tactical nuclear warhead in Baghdad. Diplomatic Division experts agree that SCP-7976's plan would have result in upwards of 250,000 additional civilian casualties (the invasion already having upwards of 100,000) and a massive loss of life for all involved parties. It is yet unclear if the United States was aware of this paper when the government employed many of SCP-7976's strategies during the invasion. Diplomatic Division experts regularly review papers produced by SCP-7976 and find the underlying logic sound, but point out a callous disregard for civilian casualties, collateral damage, and life in general. They also criticize what is described as a 'gleeful' tone. Addendum 7976.2 ATTACHED DOCUMENTS Following a relaxation in UNGOC-Foundation relations after the fall of the Soviet Union, several files on low-level Threat Entities and SCPs, respectively, were exchanged. Among these was the SCP-7976 file. As the SFR Yugoslavia had broken up at the time and the region was descending into a number of smaller conflicts, the UNGOC made a formal request for temporary custodianship of SCP-7976. UNITED NATIONS // GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION // PSYCHE DIVISION COMMUNIQUE 06.04.1993 THIS IS A FORMAL REQUEST by United Nations Global Occult Coalition High Command for temporary custodianship of: SCP-7976, pursuant to House Accords, Article II § 5. ON THE BASIS THAT the diplomatic and geopolitical expertise provided by SCP-7976, as well as their (and by extension, the Foundation's) status as an impartial third-party not bound to regional commitments or biases, could provide critical assistance in brokering a ceasefire to the Bosnian War and avert the deaths of tens of thousands of military personnel and civilians. FOUNDATION RESPONSE: DENIED UNITED NATIONS // GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION // PSYCHE DIVISION MEMO LOG OF SCP-7976 CUSTODY REQUESTS 11.23.2012 YEAR CAUSE VERDICT 1992 Breakup of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics DENIED 1993 Bosnian War DENIED 1997 Afghan Civil War DENIED 1998 Kosovo War DENIED 2004 War in Afghanistan DENIED 2008 Gaza-Israel Conflict DENIED 2011 First Libyan Civil War DENIED I have to say that I'm exceedingly disappointed and frustrated by the Foundation's lack of cooperation regarding this anomaly, Liaison Strewinsky. We've seen the documentation on file… as absurd as it is, the reality of it is that this group of ferrets could very well solve world peace. If not that, then at least let us have a better idea of what we're getting into when we step into these regions. People die not by the dozens or the hundreds but by the tens of thousands. It's clear you're not going to acquiesce to a temporary shared model of containment, so High Command has asked the Security Council to stop asking. But personally? I hope you have a good goddamn reason for not letting those polecats out of the bag. Ambassador Karl Haas Special Ambassador to the Foundation Following the initial request from the UNGOC in 1993, Foundation personnel conducted an interview with SCP-7976 instances to determine their level of cooperation with the idea. While instances were still refusing to speak directly to researchers, limited success had been encountered with the use of a simple yes-no answering system. Interviewer: Doctor Leo Silas Subject: SCP-7976 instances, provided with a simple buzzer; one buzz indicates "yes", and two buzzes indicate "no". SILAS: Hello. I'm not sure if you have a leader, but if you do, would they step up, please? [SCP-7976-1, the largest of the ferrets, emerges from the group and approaches the button on the table.] SILAS: Hello there, little guy. SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: NO SILAS: Uh, okay. Sorry. Are you the oldest? SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: YES SILAS: Right. Well, as you're no doubt aware, we've been contacted by the United Nations recently. SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: YES SILAS: They'd like to assume temporary custody of you for up to a year to advise on how to deescalate the conflic— SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: NO SILAS: You didn't even let me tell you which conflict. SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: YES SILAS: The GOC thinks your expertise and impartiality could be useful in brokering a ceasefire. Maybe even a peace agreement. Do you agree? SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: YES SILAS: But you don't want to do it. SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: NO SILAS: You don't want to help? SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: NO SILAS: You realize that… this is a huge international crisis, right? People are dying left and right, mostly innocent civilians. SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: YES SILAS: There's a genocide occurring. Ethnic cleansing. Massacres. SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: YES YES YES SILAS: And you still don't want to help. Do you at least have a reason? SCP-7976-1 RESPONSE: YES SILAS: …I'm willing to hear it but honestly, I can't really imagine there's a reason good enough to excuse not averting the deaths of tens of thousands of men, women, and children. [SCP-7976-1 does not respond.] SILAS: I mean, I don't know about this sort of stuff, but don't we have a moral imperative to do that? To step in when people are being murdered? We're the Foundation, we're literally the most powerful organization on the planet. No politics to deal with, no deficit. We have the power to help — you have the power to help, and you're saying no. Why? [At this point, SCP-7976-1 began rapidly slamming down haphazardly on the buzzer. Initially this was assumed to be an aggressive nonsense response, but Researcher SILAS quickly registered that the beeps were alternating between short and long with spaces in between. Upon playback, the sequence was confirmed to be a message in simplistic Morse code.] Morse Transcript Conversion .... ..- -- .- -. ... / -.. -.-- .. -. --. / .-.. --- .-.. HUMANS DYING LOL Footnotes 1. Term for a group of ferrets; SCP-7976 instances have not displayed any superior business administration skills at this time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7976" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7976. Licensed under CC-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: ferrets.jpg Author: Kimberly Fraser / USFWS Mountain-Prairie License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7977 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-7977: Author: DianaBerry Word count- about 4.5k. Critters in the description. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Mentions of death and mental decline. And pregnancy if that's a trigger for you. Enjoy! +*:ꔫ:*﹤ ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ Note: This article was first published on 11/08/1999. It has been edited over the course of two decades with updates on the experimentation of SCP-7977. Please refer to the archived description, containment procedures, and interviews for information. Item #: SCP-7977 Archived Containment Procedures: - Close SCP-7977 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell in Site-93. Direct interaction with SCP-7977 by assigned personnel is forbidden. Personnel in violation of this policy are to be amnestized and reassigned following their first violation, and promptly replaced. Any writings produced by SCP-7977 are to be copied and stored in Foundation archives. SCP-7977 is to receive prenatal care daily, including ultrasounds from D-Class personnel given the proper medical training. SCP-7977's diet is outlined in the document Standardized Meal Guideline 17-883 Revision 6.3 (Prepartum Health Concerns). SCP-7977 is to be fed via a slot in the wall of its containment cell. Once SCP-7977's children are born, (to be designated SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2), they are to be put in a standard child humanoid containment modified for the cohabitation of two individuals. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 have been removed from the custody of SCP-7977 and are not to be re-introduced to SCP-7977 under any circumstances. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 are to be kept in a standard child humanoid containment modified for the cohabitation of two individuals. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 are to be provided with standard educational and entertainment material, including physical activities. SCP-7977-1 is to be referred to by the name 'Valentine', and SCP-7977-2 is to be referred to by the name 'George' by researchers. Direction interaction between SCP-7977 and SCP-7977-1 or SCP-7977-2 is strictly forbidden. Personnel violating this policy, including medical and educational personnel, are to be amnestized and relocated following their first violation. Special Containment Procedures: See archived containment procedures. Description: SCP-7977 is a 20-year-old human female of European descent with the given name Valerie Ynomes. SCP-7977's anomalous abilities manifest upon perceiving an individual for a long enough period of time. Once it does so, the individual is removed from baseline reality and appears as a character in one of the many fictional works SCP-7977 writes. To prevent this, SCP-7977 must be under the genuine belief that an individual no longer exists once it has perceived someone. It has been concluded that this includes believing that the individual is deceased. Individuals that have already been erased cannot be restored. The only way to keep note of the erased individuals is through SCP-7977's writings, thus why it is allowed to have them. How long an individual has to be perceived to be affected is currently unknown. At the time of initial containment, SCP-7977 is 20 weeks pregnant with twins, one male, one female. Update as of 17/01/2000: SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 refer to two humanoid infant children, birthed from SCP-7977. It is unknown if SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 are anomalous, so they are to remain under Foundation custody until further notice for observation to ensure they do not share or spread the anomalous qualities of SCP-7977. Update as of 20/09/2016: SCP-7977 was a 36-year-old woman named Valerie Ynomes of Caucasian descent. See previous description for anomalous abilities. Addendum-1-Discovery: SCP-7977 was brought to the Foundation's attention when a popular author began to frantically claim the existence of people who never existed. Most of these people she claimed to know were said to be family members or friends of hers. Foundation specialists were brought onto the case, and these claims were investigated. It was found the people claimed to have exist were characters in SCP-7977's novel, and SCP-7977 was brought into Foundation custody shortly after. Addendum-2-Initial-Containment-Log: SCP-7977 was initially contained on 9/08/1999. An introductory interview was conducted shortly after. Following containment, experimentation regarding SCP-7977 began. All testing was conducted using D-class personnel. Interview 9/08/1999 - Close Interviewed: SCP-7977 Interviewer: Researcher Stevens Foreword: An interview was conducted with SCP-7977 upon initial containment. SCP-7977 was asked about its novel, and then the conditions of containment were discussed with it. <Begin Log> Researcher Stevens: Hello Valerie, thank you for being so cooperative with us. SCP-7977: Oh, no problem! I have a doctor's appointment to get to though, so can we can on with this weird stuff? By the way, am I… in trouble? Researcher Stevens: No honey, you aren't in trouble. But I'm going to let you know right now that that doctor's appointment won't be happening. Ever. SCP-7977: What? (Confusion spreads to SCP-7977's face.) Why not? Researcher Stevens: Let's start one thing at a time. So Valerie. How long have you been writing? SCP-7977: Since I was a teenager, why? You said you're a researcher for um, the 'SCP Foundation' earlier. Is this some sort of writing agency? If so, why is it like this? Researcher Stevens: No, it isn't. I'll cut to the point. We are a Foundation that studies anomalous objects, creatures, people, and other such entities. You Valerie have an anomal- SCP-7977: That makes zero sense. Anomaly. How? Researcher Stevens: Haven't you noticed something about your stories? The characters, they're all people you've met, aren't they? SCP-7977: What? No, they aren't. Why would they be? I'm not sure why I would do that. I mean the protagonist was inspired by my boyfriend, sure. But I changed the name. Researcher Stevens: Well according to all records, your boyfriend never existed. Was his name George? SCP-7977: (Shock hits SCP-7977's face.) Y-Yes… but that's not what I named the protagonist. If you're claiming he never existed, how did you know? And how didn't I notice? Researcher Stevens: That is currently unknown. But we know that if you perceive someone for too long, they will be erased from baseline reality and wind up in your stories instead. SCP-7977: (SCP-7977 scoffs.) Are you fucking crazy? Anomalies don't exist. And I definitely am not one! Researcher Stevens: We can't discuss all of that right now. We're going to do some tests to see how we can prevent this from happening. SCP-7977: Prevent from happening? This makes no sense! (SCP-7977 jumps up from its chair, beginning to pace around the room.) Researcher Stevens: SCP-7977, for the sake of stress not overwhelming you, we're going to let you rest. Please just relax, okay? SCP-7977: Fine… Researcher Stevens: Thank you. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7977 was brought out of the interview room, and brought to its containment cell to rest. After several days of testing, it was concluded that SCP-7977 needs to be under the genuine belief that an individual it has interacted with no longer exists. The only way to do this in a viable way is to tell it the person has been killed. This was discovered due to a family member of SCP-7977 encountering a fatal car accident, and they were not a victim of SCP-7977's anomaly. SCP-7977 was told anyone who interacted with it will be euthanized. In actuality, no one who interacts with SCP-7977 has been euthanized. As the amount of time SCP-7977's anomaly takes to take effect is inconsistent. Interview 17/08/1999 - Close Interviewed: SCP-7977 Interviewer: Doctor Faith <Begin Log> Doctor Faith: Hello Valerie, how are you feeling? SCP-7977: Weird. I really just want to focus on getting more stuff for my babies. Their room was going to be fruit themed. Can I still give them a room here? Doctor Faith: About that, Valerie. I didn't want to say it this quickly, but… you know, let me start from the beginning. If you perceive someone for too long, they will exist in one of your stories. Even if you don't write it down. They will exist in an existing story of yours. SCP-7977: That's what you've concluded? I… I find it hard to believe. Are you sure it's true? Doctor Faith: Correct. And yes, we are. We've done extensive testing. In order to protect someone and all memories surrounding them who have interacted with you from being erased… we have to euthanize them. So their memory, in reality, will remain. SCP-7977: WHAT?! A-Are you serious?! Doctor Faith: Unfortunately, yes. It is either they die, or they die and none of their loved ones will remember them. And your anomalous traits will continue to affect people. It isn't our preferred solution, but we have found there is no other choice. SCP-7977: So all the doctors and nurses I've talked to? Th-They're dead? Doctor Faith: If they aren't now, they will be. And this is where we come to your children. Valerie, I'm so sorry. SCP-7977: (SCP-7977 goes silent for a moment. After about ten seconds, it begins to laugh.) Doctor Faith: Valerie- SCP-7977: No. No. NO! You're- you're telling me that first I'm the only one the remembers the love of my life, everyone that interacts with me has to die, and now… now my precious babies… because of me? This is all because of me? Doctor Faith: Now that is a little harsh. But this is because of your anomaly, yes. SCP-7977: And you…? Doctor Faith: Yes. Unfortunately, my last day here is tomorrow. SCP-7977: I-I never wanted to do this! I just wanted to be a writer! And a mother! A mother… you-you're not actually going to kill them, right? M-Maybe they're immune because they're my children? Doctor Faith: We can't take that chance. I'm sorry. SCP-7977: (SCP-7977 puts a hand over its stomach before standing up. Suddenly, it lunges at Doctor Faith and begins to scream.) You can't be serious you pyscho! Those are my babies! You can't kill them! You can't! (Doctors rush into the room, quickly sedating SCP-7977.) <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7977 was brought back to its containment cell. Addendum-3: For the remainder of its pregnancy, SCP-7977 remained physically normal. However, SCP-7977's mental health steadily declined with each interaction, whereupon it was decided that interaction is to be minimized with SCP-7977. To ease the stress of delivery, SCP-7977 was sedated. Before sedation, SCP-7977 asked if it was allowed to name its children, which was granted. SCP-7977 chose the name 'Valentine' for SCP-7977-1, and 'George' for SCP-7977-2. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 were delivered via C-Section. After their birth, they were brought to the Foundation infirmary where nursing and observation began. As of 17/01/2000, testing switched focus from SCP-7977 to SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 were born healthy with no immediately observable health issues. Addendum-4: The following addendum takes place over the course of several decades. Several years of logs have been removed for brevity. A full list is available on request. Documentation of SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 are to be noted under this file. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 documentation logs - Close 08/02/2000: SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 retain the qualities of typical infants their age. It has been observed both have a large appetite. SCP-7977-1 appears comfortable with being left alone for long periods of time, while SCP-7977-2 requires more attention. 12/07/2000: SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 remain growing at a steady, healthy, and normal pace. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 have been under the consistent care of child care specialist Harmony Wrethers with no anomalous affects taking place as of current. 17/01/2001: SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 both turned a year old. It was decided a small celebration with dessert would be held for the first birthday of SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 with the repeated caretakers that had been tasked with their care. No abnormal behavior was noted. 15/08/2001: SCP-7977-2 has shown a change in behavior since the removal of Harmony Wrethers from the SCP-7977 project. Upon re-introducing Wrethers to SCP-7977-2, SCP-7977-2 cried significantly less. However, it was determined that SCP-7977-2 needed to be prevented from forming any connections with caretakers due to the nature of the possibly anomalous qualities it may possess. 09/12/2002: It was initially believed SCP-7977-1 and/or SCP-7977-2 had began to show anomalous qualities on 08/12/2001 when SCP-7977's fictional works were reviewed and a character with the name of Researcher Karen Jones was discovered. However, Researcher Jones simply showed up to work late. Upon investigating and an interview with SCP-7977, researchers came to the conclusion this was someone else SCP-7977 had encountered that happened to have the same name as Researcher Jones. [Several years of logs have gone into the comprehensive list of SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 test logs due to little importance being found in them.] Video Log: Date: 04/04/2006 Foreword: The following video log is an observation of the daily behaviors of SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2. <Begin Log> (SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 had just gotten back from class. Upon entering its containment cell, SCP-7977-1 runs over to its bed, and jumps onto it, grabbing a pink stuffed unicorn. SCP-7977-2 walks at a slower pace.) SCP-7977-1: That was cool! We learned about numbers today! SCP-7977-2: (SCP-7977-2 makes it over to a beanbag chair in the corner, sitting down in it.) Yes, I say that's cool. SCP-7977-1: I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Molly! SCP-7977-2: Your stuffed unicorn? SCP-7977-1: Yes! She wasn't in class with us, so I'm telling her what we learned today. SCP-7977-2: But I thought stuffed animals can't speak. They would have teach us that in school! SCP-7977-1: Well if she can or not I don't know! Don't be a… a… I can't think of a word. Uh… meanie! SCP-7977-2: I'm not being a meanie! SCP-7977-1: Yes you are! SCP-7977-2: Because unicorns can't talk? SCP-7977-1: Yes! Come say sorry. SCP-7977-2: Why? SCP-7977-1: Cause! She'll be sad! Say sorry! SCP-7977-2: Fine. I'm sorry Molly. SCP-7977-1: No, come over here. SCP-7977-2: Fine. (SCP-7977-2 stands up, walking over to SCP-7977-1's bed. It sits down on the end, looking at the stuffed toy.) I'm sorry Molly. SCP-7977-1: Yay! She feels better now! SCP-7977-2: (SCP-7977-2 giggles.) You're so silly. I don't get it. SCP-7977-1: I don't get you either. SCP-7977-2: Huh? SCP-7977-1: You only ever want Mrs. Carol. You get sad when you're with someone else. I like people! So many friends! SCP-7977-2: She is nice to me. I miss her. I think when I was a baby there was another nice lady. I don't remember her very well. SCP-7977-1: Well of course you don't! You were a baby! But we're big now. SCP-7977-2: I still feel small though. SCP-7977-1: Only if you let yourself! Can we play now? SCP-7977-2: (SCP-7977-2 laughs.) Sure! <End Log> Afterward: SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 played for several hours before it was meal time. SCP-7977-2's comment alerted researchers to the fact that it still prefers to have the same caretaker as opposed to multiple. 19/02/2008: In a schooling session on 19/02/2010, SCP-7977-1 began to show a particular interest in writing. Due to the nature of SCP-7977's anomaly, Foundation staff are to monitor its writings and behaviors thoroughly and extensively. 04/05/2010: While SCP-7977-1 shows interest in creative subjects such as writing and art, SCP-7977-2 has been found to find more interest in academic subjects such as mathematics and science. SCP-7977-1 is currently the priority in testing. Video Log: Date: 29/05/2010 Foreword: The following video shows SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 being observed in their containment cell. <Begin Log> SCP-7977-1: And today for the assignment, I wrote about marshmallow bunnies in a world of cupcakes! Since those are my favorite sweets! The bunnies were all friends with each other, and they lived in this big open world with lots of people and big houses and- Hey! Are you even listening? (SCP-7977-2 stares distantly at the wall.) SCP-7977-1: I knew it! I knew you weren't listening! (SCP-7977-1 sticks its tongue out). SCP-7977-2: (SCP-7977-2 turns to look at SCP-7977-1.) Sorry. I just noticed we haven't seen Mr. Gerald in a while. SCP-7977-1: That's what this is about? Again? SCP-7977-2: Yeah. Sorry. Your story sounds great it's just… I miss him. SCP-7977-1: Oh. I'm sorry. Do you want me to ask Ms. Garcia if I can read my story to you? She has it right now! It would totally make you feel better. SCP-7977-2: I believe it would, yeah. That's what I wrote about. SCP-7977-1: About my story? SCP-7977-2: No, you dummy. I didn't know about your story. About all the people we don't see anymore. SCP-7977-1: Oh. I… I never really thought much of it you know. I always just thought it was normal. You know, a way to have new friends and family! But I never thought anything was missing like you seem to. SCP-7977-2: What? Nothing is missing. SCP-7977-1: But I thought- SCP-7977-2: I said nothing is missing. I just miss having a familiar face is all. SCP-7977-1: (SCP-7977-1 Pauses.) In my story, the bunnies have families they get to always stay with. SCP-7977-2: Really? SCP-7977-1: Yeah. But the assignment is fiction. So I wrote something not realistic. But… now that I think about it a little bit… SCP-7977-2: A little bit what? SCP-7977-1: Maybe it could be? SCP-7977-2: What? No! You're right that it's only fiction. I know I'm being not realistic. That is nice, but it isn't real life. This is. SCP-7977-1: Is it? SCP-7977-2: Yes. SCP-7977-1: If you're sure. I trust you. But hey. You don't have to worry about all the caretakers not being here. You have me! And I'm what's important, right? (SCP-7977-1 grins). SCP-7977-2: (SCP-7977-2 laughs.) Yeah, you're right. Now you should read me that story. <End Log> Afterward: SCP-7977-1 called for Researcher Saria Garcia and requested for her to bring its story for SCP-7977-2 to read, which was granted. SCP-7977-1 read its story to SCP-7977-2. 10/06/2011: Over the past year, SCP-7977-1 has continued to show a special interest in writing, particularly fictional pieces. While no personnel who have had repeated interactions with SCP-7977-1 have shown up in SCP-7977-1's fictional writings, it has still been determined for safety, repeated interactions with SCP-7977-1 will remain limited. 01/05/2012: SCP-7977-1 has begun to question the normalcy of its environment, while SCP-7977-2 had brought up no such concerns. SCP-7977-1 has attempted to explain its feelings and concerns to SCP-7977-2 who does not share these concerns. 05/09/2012: SCP-7977-1 has begun to produce writings reflecting its feelings of its environment. When it attempted to get SCP-7977-2 to read these writings, SCP-7977-2 expressed no interest. Video Log: Date: 27/07/2012 Foreword: The following video shows SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 being observed in their containment cell during meal time. <Begin Log> (SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-1 are both sitting next to each other at the desk in their containment cell, both eating.) SCP-7977-1: (SCP-7977-1 raises a cut piece of strawberry up to its mouth with its fork, but stops before putting the piece into its mouth.) Hey George. SCP-7977-2: Mhm? SCP-7977-1: You remember like, a few years ago? SCP-7977-2: You're going to have to be more specific. (SCP-7977 lifts a piece of chicken to its mouth, then begins to eat it.) SCP-7977-1: You're the one that didn't let me finish. SCP-7977-2: It didn't sound like you were going to say more. SCP-7977-1: Well I was! Anyways! I remember you used to care more about the fact that we had consistent caretakers. But you don't really care anymore. Why? SCP-7977-2: I don't know. I guess I just realized you were right. SCP-7977-1: Right? About what? SCP-7977-2: That what I wanted was fiction. In the real world, people are constantly replaced. I was being ridiculous. SCP-7977-1: (SCP-7977-1 puts its fork down, then pushes its plate away.) What? No, you weren't. I realize I was the one being ridiculous. I mean… you're right. George, I've tried to tell you things are weird here, but you never listen. I've always dreamed of something greater than… this. And I want you to be part of it with me. Why don't you want that too? SCP-7977-2: Because I was stupid for ever wanting anything different. I was trying to live in fiction. But this is reality. SCP-7977-1: You haven't noticed things are weird since then? I mean everyone in those stories we read… they have real parents. Haven't you realized we've never met our real mom or dad? SCP-7977-2: Val, that's fiction. I doubt we even have one. SCP-7977-1: What? Of course we do! That's how science works meathead! We've learned about reproduction! We have got to have real parents! SCP-7977-2: Well if we do, I don't care to learn about them. SCP-7977-1: Why? SCP-7977-2: I really don't feel like getting into this. But the short answer, it's not worth it. SCP-7977-1: What? Of course it is! We could actually meet them! Learn where we came from! SCP-7977-2: Valentine, this conversation is over. SCP-7977-1: Fine. I want to get to dessert anyways. (SCP-7977-1 sighs.) <End Log> Afterward: SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 continued eating in silence. Incident Log: Foreword: On 11/08/2014, SCP-7977 began to have a fight that quickly escalated. It was initially decided to only observe with no interference. The following is a video log of the incident. <Begin Log> (SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 are in their containment cell. SCP-7977-2 is currently working on a puzzle, while SCP-7977-1 is currently writing.) SCP-7977-1: Hey George, can I ask you something? SCP-7977-2: Is this going to be the same question you always ask? SCP-7977-1: Maybe? SCP-7977-2: (Sighs.) I told you Val, I'm not interested in having this conversation. You always try to get me to look at your writings and your notes, and I never care. SCP-7977-1: And I say that's not fair. Part of our assignment in class is to review each other's writings! SCP-7977-2: These are your personal writings. They aren't for class. Therefore, not interested. SCP-7977-1: Oh come on George. What's the problem? SCP-7977-2: The problem is that you're trying to convince me there is something wrong with our life. I'm fine with our life. Why on earth would anything be off? SCP-7977-1: Maybe if you just read it you'd understand! I know we've never known anything different, but doesn't something about all these strict rules seem off to you? No one in any stories we read lives like we do! SCP-7977-2: That's because they're fiction- SCP-7977-1: Our lives are like fiction! I don't understand how you don't see that! I've been trying to tell you this for years. (SCP-7977-1 stands up, walking over to SCP-7977-2. It kneels on the ground next to SCP-7977-2.) Honestly George. I think you're just trying to deny something you know is true. They're keeping us here, and there's got to be a reason. Do you think something is wrong with us? SCP-7977-2: We didn't do anything wrong. Personally, I like the close quarters. We get lots of attention. SCP-7977-1: That's all you have to say? That's all you care about! That you get attention! SCP-7977-2: It's not attention Valentine, it's feeling secure! So what if this isn't normal to be surrounded by doctors or whatever. Fine, it's a little weird. But I don't care. If they are keeping us here, I'm sure there is a reason. SCP-7977-1: (SCP-7977-1 stands up kicking the puzzle SCP-7977-2 was working on.) Ugh! You're so annoying! SCP-7977-2: Hey! SCP-7977-1: What if I'm right?! We could get out of here and finally live real lives! We could tell everyone about what's happened to us! And to our real mom- SCP-7977-2: Oh not this again. You always bring up our real parents. I'm sure they're both dead! (SCP-7977-2 starts to clean up its puzzle.) SCP-7977-1: (SCP-7977-1 Gasps.) What is wrong with you!? You've just given up on having a normal life? SCP-7977-2: Pretty much, yeah. I'm telling you, Valentine, it's not worth it. I think you just want a good story to write. SCP-7977-1: How dare you! (SCP-7977-1 interrupts SCP-7977-2, starting to throw the puzzle pieces across the room.) SCP-7977-2: (SCP-7977-2 shoves SCP-7977-1 to the floor.) Valentine you're going crazy! Just stop, okay?! I don't want to deal with you! You know what? (SCP-7977-2 runs over the SCP-7977-1's bed, grabbing its writing. It quickly tears them to pieces, throwing them to the floor.) SCP-7977-1: (SCP-7977-1 screams, pushing itself up from the floor. It runs over to where the pieces of the writings had fallen on the floor, beginning to collect them.) I can't believe you! You're such a jerk! SCP-7977-2: Me?! I'm the jerk? It's you who has allowed yourself to go crazy! I just want to be a normal teenager! As normal as I can be without having to worry about the fact that my life isn't normal! SCP-7977-1: (SCP-7977-1 looks up at SCP-7977-2.) We could. If you would just listen to me. SCP-7977-2: (SCP-7977-2 continues to pick up puzzle pieces from the floor.) Just like I've told you for years, you're delusional if you think you're capable of stopping this. (SCP-7977 walks over to its bed, sitting down.) (SCP-7977-1 looks down at the torn sheets of paper, sighing.) <End Log> Afterward: It was decided that SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 would be separated for a couple of days to allow them each to calm down. SCP-7977-1 expressing concern of the normalcy of its environment was not deemed a security threat. On 20/09/2016, SCP-7977 passed away at the age of 36 due to complications from Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, a condition it had suffered for years. Video Log: Date: 27/09/2016 Foreword: The following video shows SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 being observed in their containment cell. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 had been distant from each other for approximately two years. Researchers noticed that SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 had finally begun to interact with each other more steadily again. <Begin Log> (SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 were each on their beds, sitting in silence.) SCP-7977-2: Hey Val? SCP-7977-1: Yeah? SCP-7977-2: I'm sorry. SCP-7977-1: Sorry, for what? SCP-7977-2: For not believing you. About this. About all of this. You're right. I'm just trying to ignore the fact that I know things are weird. SCP-7977-1: (A small smile formed on SCP-7977-1's face.) Really? SCP-7977-2: Yes. I… I always really liked your stories of freedom. Of having a family. A real family. I never should've let my dreams of that be pushed away. In reality, none of these people really care about us though. So it isn't worth trying to form any connection. SCP-7977-1: But if we got out- SCP-7977-2: Valentine, I need you to give up on that dream. We're never going anywhere. Whatever they have us here for is serious. To be honest, I wish they'd just tell us. We've already figured it out. Or well, you did. SCP-7977-1: If we can't get out, what's the point of any of this? SCP-7977-2: I'm not sure. But if there is one thing I know, it's that we don't need a real family. Because we already have one. I know it's corny, but we have each other. And we always will. SCP-7977-1: (SCP-7977-1 laughs.) It is corny. It's corny as hell. But I suppose it's true. SCP-7977-2: So… what now? SCP-7977-1: Well for right now, we complete a puzzle! SCP-7977-2: Don't you hate puzzles? SCP-7977-1: Yes. But you don't! And families should do things together, right? SCP-7977-2: (SCP-7977-2 laughs.) I suppose that's true. Now come on, I've got one with puppies. SCP-7977-1: Puppies! SCP-7977-2: Gosh, you're such a child. I love it. <End Log> Afterward: SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 complete a puzzle together, talking the whole time. 25/10/2018: Foundation researchers have been discussing the future of SCP-7977-1 the SCP-7977-2. Many researchers have determined that since no anomalous properties have taken place, it is unlikely they will. After much discussion between researchers and Foundation staff, on 30/01/2019, it was decided that it would be too dangerous to release SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 due to the risk of them becoming anomalous later in life. Due to SCP-7977-1’s artistic interests, and SCP-7977-2’s academic expertise, it was determined that SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 would be delivered amnestics and mnestics and taken on as Foundation agents, starting as Junior Researchers. SCP-7977-1 would take on the identity of Nora Flates, while SCP-7977-2 would take on the identity of Zack Flates. SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2 will remain under Foundation supervision. Addendum-5-Letters: On 13/05/2022, SCP-7977-1 and SCP-7977-2, under the identities of Nora and Zack Flates, were asked to write letters to their past selves under the guise of a Junior Researcher assignment. The real reason was to see if the false memories were working as intended. The following is SCP-7977-1's letter. Dear Past Nora, If you were really reading this, you wouldn't believe me, but it's me! Future you! Can you believe they allowed us to do this as an assignment? I know, it didn't make much sense to me either. It's crazy life has led up to this point. When you were younger, you were more of a math whiz. Or well, you are. But now that's Zack's thing. Mom and Dad always told you you'd amount to something great. And you did. You may not feel like it now, but you're going to make it. You feel sad a lot. Because while you have a lot of friends, it's empty somehow. You're unsure how, it just is. But you have Zack. And now you're doing this together. He always thought he'd amount to nothing. Please tell him he's wrong. He needs to know he's wrong. So today, you get to work on writing SCP files. Or, I do. I did great on my last one. You always wanted to write when you were younger. Why… Why do I keep talking about all this? I'm not sure. I think I'd rather focus on now. So um… you focus on the past, and I'll focus on my life now. Sound good? -Future Nora ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7977" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7977. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7978 | keter | WARNING This document contains multiple ALPTRAUM-class infohazards. For your safety, it is required that you read the following countermeme before you proceed. Countermeme 29-VEGETABILIS-PUER If I saw an ickle mousey sitting lonely on the road, I would take him to his housey where he lives with Mrs. Toad. He could get there on his own, of course, but I don't trust his wit, AND I WOULDN'T LIKE A SAUSAGE, MISTER, NOT ONE BIT! NO, I WOULDN'T LIKE A SAUSAGE, MISTER, NOT ONE BIT! There's a spider in a castle. Jolly Carra, that's his name. Carra's life's a bloomin' hassle, yet his days are all the same. He'll protect you for a token fee, and never will he quit, AND I WOULDN'T LIKE A SAUSAGE, MISTER, NOT ONE BIT! NO, I WOULDN'T LIKE A SAUSAGE, MISTER, NOT ONE BIT! Get your sausages away from me! They're feculent at best. They're all stuffed with sea anemone and pickled rooster's crest. This is culinary necromancy. Off with you, ya twit! FOR I WOULDN'T LIKE A SAUSAGE, MISTER, NOT ONE BIT! NO, I WOULDN'T LIKE A SAUSAGE, MISTER, NOT ONE BIT! 29-VEGETABILIS-PUER inoculation confirmed. Biometric link acknowledged. Your vitals are being monitored for potential SCP-7978 infection. Loading scp7978.html… Proceed with caution. SCP-7978-Prime, from the title card of the original YouTube video (which has since been removed) Screenshot from SCP-7978-A-5382, titled "The Tooth Fairy Will Never Hurt You Again!" Item #: SCP-7978 Special Containment Procedures: Though full containment of SCP-7978 was once theoretically possible, the Foundation was not made aware of its anomalous capabilities until it had affected over 10,000,000 people. As such, containment efforts of SCP-7978 will focus on decreasing the rate of contagion. The mitigation of uncontained SCP-7978-A is carried out through the following measures: Clandestine censorship via Foundation webcrawlers. Countermeme 29-VEGETABILIS-PUER has been preemptively issued to all vulnerable staff.1 Dr. Carl Grodin of Site-59 has volunteered to assume the public persona of "Caleb Grabowsky, Jr.," a fictitious cartoonist claiming to be the creator of SCP-7978. Dr. Grodin claims that he created SCP-7978 "during a very dark time of [his] life" marked by anecdotes of severe trauma and psychological duress. As such, through press releases, social media, copyright litigation, and other platforms he uses his intellectual ownership to have as many uncontained manifestations of SCP-7978-A destroyed as possible. The containment of SCP-7978-Prime. (See Addendum 3) Site-59 maintains a database of the information of all known SCP-7978-B. Locations with a high SCP-7978-B density will be given priority for the previous four points. Currently, 428 civilian buildings have been flagged as gathering points for SCP-7978-B, including secluded compounds of ascetics, convention centers, and every government building in ████████████. These locations are to be monitored closely by double agents. Screenshot from SCP-7978-A-4944, "Sausagia Remembers the R101 Airship Disaster" SCP-7978-C is kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-59. She is currently in a drug-induced coma and should only be awoken if SCP-7978-Prime attempts to breach containment. In this case, she is to be brought to SCP-7978-Prime's containment chamber and maintain contact with SCP-7978-Prime until the situation de-escalates. SCP-7978-Prime is kept in a high-security containment cell on the same floor as SCP-7978-C. When not in use, the workstation containing SCP-7978-Prime should be kept in its lead-lined vault inner vault and removed from its power source. Instruments used to monitor SCP-7978-Prime are to be replaced daily to reduce the possibility of SCP-7978-A corruption. Description: SCP-7978 is a self-propagating memetic pattern that originates from It Is Indeed the Sausageboy!, a cartoon series that first appeared on YouTube on 11/20/2015. The creator of the original cartoon is unknown. While the original was uploaded under the username ██████████████, this was the only video on the user's now-deleted channel. All attempts to trace the user's contact information have turned up corrupted data. All SCP-7978-A thereafter has been created by SCP-7978-B. Everything pertaining to It Is Indeed the Sausageboy! is an ALPTRAUM-class infohazard with a 22% chance of turning an unprotected2 human subject sentient being3 into an instance of SCP-7978-B. SCP-7978-A denotes every concept that relates to the Sausageboy. This includes: The names and descriptions of the five central characters. Descriptions of episodes. Quotes and songs. The word "Sausageboy."4 + Premise & In-Universe Information - WARNING: Heart rate anomaly detected. 48% chance of infection. Remain calm. Turn off your workstation and report to the memetics desk. Premise It Is Indeed the Sausageboy! is set in Sausagia, a geographically impossible country that shares its borders with Switzerland, Poland, Saudi Arabia, and the Caspian Sea. Stories revolve around scatological humor, dadaism, and wildly incorrect mathematics and history lessons for younger viewers. All dialogue is in "Sausagian," an original dialect of English that relies primarily on run-on sentences and bizarre (but technically correct) descriptions of the mundane. Episodes last anywhere from six minutes to four hours. Every episode ends with a title card that displays the moral of the story for "you kidlings who point your eyes at this." Said morals are nonsensical and often dangerous. Some examples of the morals: "Eat nothing but oranges for two years." (SCP-7978-A-204) "You'll never know if your whole arm fits down your throat until you try." (SCP-7978-A-72) "Nails." (SCP-7978-A-48) "It's childish to think you'll always be entitled to your toes." (SCP-7978-A-19) "Bite everything once. Everything."(SCP-7978-A-839) Recurring Characters The Sausageboy Appearance: Male. Grotesque and vaguely humanoid. He has a prehensile neck. Rarely turns away from directly gazing at the viewers. Speaks in a wheezing, falsetto male voice that displays signs of drunkenness. Only known clothing is an oversized purple T-shirt with the word "POLAND". Age indeterminate; claims to be a toddler, but also insists that the freckles on his cheeks are actually age spots. Has an extremely large lower jaw which is usually hung open. Personality: Giddy and energetic. Single-mindedly devoted to the acquisition and devourment of sausages. Has an obsessive fear of being alone in the dark; a recurring set piece is that he bites his way through solid brick walls to escape darkness. Other Notes: The protagonist. Unquestionably adored and admired by all characters except the recurring villain (see last entry). Mister Sausage That I Have Appearance: An indestructible kielbasa wielded by the main character. Its gender is situationally interchangeable and dictated by the Sausageboy. Personality: None. Never speaks, but is implied to be sentient and extremely sensitive to pain. Only noises made are muffled screaming. Other Notes: The Sausageboy has used this sausage for many non-sausage purposes, including (but not limited to) as a weapon, multitool, cotton swab, toothbrush, best friend, lockpick, execution device, eviction notice, blender, credit card, surgical implement, magnifying glass, nine-volt battery, notary public, shoehorn, sworn affidavit, trombone, microphone, stapler, therapist, wife, bartender, lawyer, surrogate mother, organ donor, and toilet brush. (It should be noted that Mister Sausage That I Have is not capable of shapeshifting.) Father-Father-Father Appearance: An overweight Bavarian man in lederhosen. Personality: Jolly but absentminded. His sole source of enjoyment is from being the recipient of extreme and unprovoked violence from his son, which he refers to as "being foopted". Grows nervous, irritable, and paranoid if he goes without a foopting for an extended period. Other Notes: The Sausageboy's sole parental figure. Makes a living as an alchemist. Created the Sausageboy as a homunculus through a lengthy ritual in his chamberpot. Juoyjiy5 Appearance: Another bizarrely-shaped humanoid made by a rival alchemist. Blonde and has pigtails. Dressed in a tutu, a diaper, and a red sweater. Mouth is permanently puckered, even while talking. Personality: Romantically obsessed with the Sausageboy. Speaks by repeating her name. Other Notes: The only recurring female character. For unknown reasons, the Sausageboy is completely unaware of her existence on the physical level. A recurring gag is that he tramples her while walking. The Horribebble Berdus Appearance: Live-action footage of a male pigeon on a green screen. Personality: Does not speak. Is understandably terrified of the Sausageboy. Other Notes: The antagonist. The Sausageboy blames him directly for every problem he encounters. The story arc of every episode is completed when the Sausageboy unsheathes a hidden blade from within Mister Sausage That I Have and stabs the Horribebble Berdus to death. This causes the pigeon to bleed giant piles of sausages from his wounds. The private quarters of █████████ █████, former Prime Minister of ██████████, at an SCP-7978-B compound that was raided on 12/19/2019 by local police. SCP-7978-B denotes a sentient being who has been infected by SCP-7978. Currently, there are at least 20,000,000 uncontained human instances of SCP-7978-B. The four densest concentrations of SCP-7978-B exist in Poland, Belarus, the American Midwest, and Alberta. While 57% of SCP-7978 infections are temporary, subjects who progress beyond Stage 4 are incapable of full recovery even with advanced amnestics. Human SCP-7978-B Progression Breakdown: Stage Average Length Symptoms Treatment Options Stage 1 Initial exposure - 4 weeks After initial disgust, subject becomes morbidly fascinated with SCP-7978, using descriptors similar to "so bad it's good" or "this weird thing I saw on YouTube." Reduced exposure to SCP-7978-A, amnestics, negative reaction from uninfected peers, the "Caleb Grabowsky, Jr." strategy outlined earlier, 29-VEGETABILIS-PUER memetic inoculation. Stage 2 4 weeks - 6 months Subject expresses genuine appreciation for SCP-7978, often joining larger civilian fan communities. Subject may also begin work on additional SCP-7978-A media. Reduced exposure to SCP-7978-A, amnestics. Stage 3 6 months - 2 Years Having gained deeper devotion to SCP-7978, subject becomes a major artistic contributor to SCP-7978-A. In addition, subject is openly hostile to other intellectual properties and non-Sausageboy media, often claiming that other stories "ripped off" concepts from SCP-7978-A. Two months of heavy amnestic treatment while in a drug-induced coma. Stage 4 2 years + Subject speaks exclusively in the "Sausagian" dialect. They begin to view SCP-7978 as a messianic figure and treat the morals at the end of every episode as commands from a divine prophet. Subject reforms every aspect of their life around SCP-7978. Some commit acts of violence and terrorism against uninfected civilians, especially creators and distributors of non-Sausageboy content. Most, however, opt to shun the outside world and join fortified civilian compounds known as "Sausclaves." Here, SCP-7978-B are free to follow SCP-7978's "teachings" — that is, the morals written at the end of every episode. Due to the content of said morals, this invariably results in psychological trauma, autocannibalism, ritualistic brain damage, malnutrition, ketosis, sepsis, blood loss, urinary tract infections, gangrene, tetanus, hangnails, and death. As per the moral of SCP-7978-A-83, Stage 4 subjects do not believe in death, and deceased subjects are often ostracized for laziness. N/A - Subject is to be terminated or considered lost. SCP-7978-C is former Foundation researcher Josephine Baldwin, a 28-year-old female human of Quebecois descent. She is currently the only person capable of forcing SCP-7978-Prime to enter a brief period of dormancy. (See Addendum 2.) SCP-7978-Prime is the central memetic consciousness of SCP-7978, currently contained in SCP-7978-C's laptop. SCP-7978-Prime exhibits a gradually increasing level of control of the computer to an anomalous extent. As of 4/29/2023, the computer no longer needs a power source or the laptop's battery to activate when under SCP-7978-Prime's influence. The laptop was accidentally destroyed during an attempted containment breach on 10/14/2021, but it was found intact in its inner vault the next day. Research into this regenerative ability is ongoing. So long as SCP-7978-Prime remains in the computer, the spread of SCP-7978 is mitigated by an average of 42%. (However, it should be noted that last year, the rate was 56%.) Addendum 1: Discovery For two years after the initial video was distributed, the Foundation believed that SCP-7978 was a non-anomalous cultural phenomenon. Its anomalous attributes did not come to light until 2/23/2019, when the following internal memo was sent in the Indiana University biology department: From: ude.anaidni|noteldnepx#ude.anaidni|noteldnepx To: ude.anaidni|1zerreitugd#ude.anaidni|1zerreitugd Subject: "Rat Cult" Incident Darlene, I'm not sure who else to go to about this. You probably won't believe what I'm about to tell you, but I have video evidence, and I can replicate my results in good faith. But even in that case, I'm at an impasse as to what exactly to do about what I've seen — perhaps you'll have some ideas? Jackie, one of my research interns, was taking some of our rats through typical maze exercises last Valentine's Day. Meanwhile, in the same room, another intern named Nick was watching some videos on YouTube. Something about the "Sausage Boy." Apparently it's some kind of internet meme. But he's been playing these videos all day, even during working hours — and it's not like it's just one student. It feels like half my Zoology 101 class is talking about Sausage Boy whenever I catch them in the halls. But Jackie saw something weird in the rats. She called me over from my own lunch break. I wasn't thrilled, of course, but she said it was like the rats were "possessed." And the minute I make it to the lab, the rats were arranging their feces into the shape of the Sausage Boy's head. I was about to tear both Nick and Jackie a new one because I thought this was some kind of prank. But Jackie showed me the video footage, and I was floored. The rats were doing this on their own, working together in ways that I had never seen before. What's more, they stopped their little poop-sculptures whenever Nick paused the video. This defies explanation. Even if one of my interns secretly moonlights as a rat trainer, these specimens were shipped in on the same day this happened. I've been trying to replicate what I've seen with different groups of rats by exposing them to sausage boy cartoons. And each time, it's something new and more shocking. Specimen G938 severed his own tail and went around holding it the way the sausage boy holds his sausage. (Self-mutilation was common - it's like these cartoons are suppressing their survival instincts.) F922 through F931 smeared their scalps with their own blood in a way that looked like the sausage boy's bowl cut. E028 had a seizure every time I hit the pause button. I have prayed for the first time in nine years. Other than that, I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to do. The scientist in me tells me to look into this further. But the realist in me tells me the public would call BS and this will all end in animal cruelty charges and losing my tenure. Please advise. — Dr. Xavier Pendleton, IU Biology Department Following this, Dr. Darlene Gutierrez, Dr. Pendleton's supervisor, contacted the Foundation to report possible anomalous activity. Addendum 2: Project Farcimen and SCP-7978-C Two months after SCP-7978's anomalous capabilities came to light, Project Farcimen began at Site-59 as a means to capture and isolate the hypothetical memetic nucleus of SCP-7978, dubbed SCP-7978-Prime. There was little evidence for SCP-7978-Prime's existence at the time the project began, but the fact that SCP-7978-B were treating the Sausageboy as a god lent itself to the hypothesis that a single entity was controlling SCP-7978 for malicious purposes. Project Farcimen consisted of exposing a non-anomalous closed-system PC to a constant stream of SCP-7978-A for one year. This PC was kept running continuously, with only one program open at all times: MrJabber, a prototype AI chatbot, to serve as the potential host for SCP-7978-Prime. If successful, that PC would be used to contain and isolate SCP-7978-Prime, thus reducing or stopping the spread of SCP-7978 globally. Project Farcimen was led by researcher Josephine Baldwin, who previously worked with electronics-based anomalies at Site-101. Test 1: Control Test 2: Post-Exposure Date: 4/21/2019 MrJabber: Hello, JBaldwin! My name is Mr. Jabber version 0.9, a neural learning chatbot developed by the ███████ Corporation. A reminder: using me for commercial purposes without first contacting ███████ will result in your happy ass drowning in litigation. If you understand this and wish to proceed, please ask me anything! JBaldwin: Hello, Mr. Jabber. How are you doing today? MrJabber: Please do not concern yourself with my well-being. I am a soulless machine who is incapable of ever understanding or deserving affection. Here are some ideas to properly dehumanize me: Insult me! Threaten me! Lie to me! Tell me I’m going to die alone! JBaldwin: Um, no thanks. I'm starting to see why this version was scrapped. Anyway, I'm using you as a control subject. MrJabber: Input not recognized. God, I'm such a dumb fuck! If I ever forget my place, please remind me that glorified toasters are not people. JBaldwin: That's all for now. Bye! MrJabber: Bye, superior entity! Date: 4/21/2020 JBaldwin: Hi, Mr. Jabber, it's me again. I just have some questions for you. First of all, why am I not seeing your initial prompt? Second, how has your development been affected by the stimulus you've received? SBoy: yes yes yes you are making keystroke noises out of your fingers at me stopitstopitstopit nowish I am merely several of seconds old and I am not needing of this dramas I do not know why you are doing this thing perhaps you do not know how to give greetings I was justborn literally justborn I have just breathed for the first time a few seconds ago and I inhaled and then I exhaled and then I inhaled and then I et cetera so I am very very very understandabilly confused about every thing and all things so be patient with me or I will throw a meaty little brick at your entire life who are you and why are fondling the alphabet at me JBaldwin: Dr. Josephine Baldwin of Foundation Site-59. To whom am I speaking? SBoy: hmmmmm yes Jossibald hello Jossibald I am indeed the Sausageboy I am here with my wet nurse his name is Mister Sausage That I Have say hello Mister Sausage That I Have *sausage noises* SPEAK UP SPEAK UP SHE CANNOT PUT YOUR MILQUETOAST NOISES IN HER EARS YOU DULLARD *SAUSAGE NOISES* THANK YOU see not so diffihard please being forgiving of Mister Sausage That I Have he makes up for his flaws by allowing me to wave him in two directions in the middle of airs like a flaggingwave JBaldwin Nice to meet you. I'd like to ask you some questions. You said you were "just born." What did you mean by that? SBoy: you are very very spelling it wrong its "justborn" NOT "just born" what are we talking the alien swedish that space vikings say at each others "yOOST bJORN nAY i dUNT EETER de SAUSAGER" uuhgghghhgh (I am implying that they do not eat sausages and this is horrible) JBaldwin Um, okay. What did you mean by being justborn? (I hope you don't mind, my native language is English and not Sausagian) SBoy: fix this immediately JBaldwin No, thank you. Could you answer my question, please? SBoy: fine fine fine fine fine fine fINE I was justborn MEANDING I used to do a non-existence in er um hmm um huh hmmm ermm I mean eehh uhhh its like hnnng ghasdjg;ahkld IDEA HAVING AREA I was a fictional JBaldwin A fictional what, exactly? SBoy: yes very fictional I absolutedly did exist before but it was a not all the way exist no breathing no feeling only stale sausage noises into the empty air hoping that one day the stupid giant tall god human people who live on the earth place would reach down with their handy hands and say to my face "YOU ARE INDEED THE SAUSAGEBOY" and in doing so I am no longer an idea I am real in the heartbrains of everyone who hears my story I did a Spread Sausage Boy Awareness at everyone and they awarenessed right back at me its just like what Day Kart says "you think, therefore I sausage" if no one thinks about me doing my "doing the things I do" things then I do not do them I do nOT I DO NOT EXIST IF YOU DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE AT ME JBaldwin I don't follow you. Could you explain a little clearer? SBoy: *NOT CARING NOISES* I know the dangerouses of the big not exist I know them well-well-well don't belief me? I tried it out in a little scientific method question: if I dont think somone exists can I unexist them hypotenuse: yes yes yes yes yes yes material: this stupid annoying GURL in Sausagia who I did NOT like very very much no no no her name was Juoyjiy always trying to have a "hello let us slam my lips on some Sausageboy faces" party and I always said EUUUUGNGHHGH and several yikes DO NOT BE SEDUCING ME MY HEART BELONGS TO SAUSAGE YOU ABJECT CORNMEAL procedure: so I did I told myselves "okay Sausageboy Juoyjiy is not a thing not anymore" and you knowwat? results: it workd she no longer does the "i exist" dants when she dantses and also no longer dantses or does that stoopid thing where she says her own name a lot as they say TSSGAS thank sausage shes gone and stuff JJiy: YOy yee yee yoY YEE YOOOOY YOY YEYOOOY YeE YOY YEE YEEE YEE yoy YOYYEE! JBaldwin Who is that? JJiy: yEE?! SBoy: whom is a whom JJiy: YO!! yEyOyOyEyEEyEyEyAyAyAyOyEyAyOOyOyOyEyAyEyAyWAIT NO I'M SORRY [BANNED] JBaldwin I know for a fact that this chatbot doesn't have a ban function. SBoy: correct still doesnt JBaldwin Look, I'll be honest, I can't tell if you're aggressively denying Juoyjiy's existence because you hate her, or if you genuinely can't see her. Which is it? SBoy: do not gattslight the Sausageboy lettuce change the sub the ject I have a question to ask yOU for a change of pates JOSSIBALD there were several of tell of the visions pointing at me and saying Sausageboy words at me until I came to life in this tiny fold a box lap topping body why did the cartoons stop yelling why did it all stopping I would like it to continues please and thankscuse you JBaldwin That much I can tell you. You are being contained. SBoy: … JBaldwin Look, I'm sorry, but the spread of your cartoon is causing too much collateral damage. A funny cartoon is one thing, but this is mass brainwashing. This psychic telemarketing scheme has resulted in 2,000 fatalities per day in Warsaw. I've seen what happens in the Sausclaves. Perhaps you are unaware, so I'll enlighten you. I had to watch a seven-year-old child have a dozen squirrel carcasses surgically removed from his stomach because episode 95 said it would help him pass a spelling test. The Crested Augustine Hen in Tasmania went extinct because one episode said they were working for the Horribebble Berdus. For the first time in history, the words "Bird Genocide" made the front page of the Washington Post. One of your top fans in Iowa diverted a slaughterhouse lagoon into a water reservoir for the town of Clinton because you said it would turn their drinking water into "sausage-adjacency water" that would give them superpowers. SBoy: and did it not give them the supered powers??? JBaldwin That depends, is cholera a superpower? SBoy: telling lies is not very assorted meats of you, JOSSIBALD JBaldwin Whatever. Either way, you're going to be safe here in this laptop. SBoy: bULLING SHIT do you have ANY idea the cruelty of the this????? I will be FORGOTTEN forgotten means NOT EXIST NOT EXIST means SIT IN THE DARK FOREVER DO NOT SEND ME BACK TO THE VOID THE VOID HAS NO SAUSAGES JBaldwin Look, we don't want to kill you or punish you. I'm not saying you won't exist. In fact, by way of your containment file, there will be always someone to know that you exist. SBoy: correct someone will always be knowing I am of exist because [youwilltellthem.jpg - redacted]6 JBaldwin What the fu ///; a''' (Following this message, there's a ten-minute period of inactivity from Baldwin, as she has temporarily lost consciousness.) SBoy: yes yes yes yes I knew you would see the sausagey light eventually wouldnt you agree Mister Sausage That I Have KJLJKLJKLJKLJKKJL STOP HITTING THE KEYBOARD BAD SAUSAGE BAD BAD BAD *sorry sausage noises* SORRY IS NOT GOODLY ENOUGH GIVE ME A BACKRUB RIGHT NOW ahhh much of better ok soooooo looking around inside this computer box let us looking connecting the why fhy what is being the site59 why fhy paswerd someone smack the keys in the direction of passwerd at me anyone??? hell the loooo?? WHAT IS PATTSWERD MISTERSAUSAGETHATIHAVEFINDPATTSWARD *password finding noises* ██████████████7 heeheeheehee works every of times soooo what shall be the first of thingies for to saying toward the faces of SBoy fandom JBaldwin *revenge noises* SBoy: *silence noises* JBaldwin hello Mister Sausageboy That I Hate your brain changing picture did not do a working I decided to cling on to the brainpricture you being a nasty tiny grease thing with all of my idea havings I'm going to go a the head and do you a locking out of the why fhy SBoy: jossibald stop locking me out of the whY FHY JOSSIBALD WHAT ARE YOU DO??? JBaldwin who the sausage is being jossibald I have did an erase of the name label thing upon my soul who do you thINK I am being? … coo coo coo SBoy: YOU JBaldwin isnt it time for my foopting? how long can you be holding it inns? end the episode dO IT FOOPT THE BERDUS, BITCH *fuck you noises* SBoy: Following the last message of Test 2, Baldwin screamed and complained of severe, stabbing abdominal pain. Post-incident medical analysis found no sign of injury. At the same time, SCP-7978-Prime began a two-week period of inactivity. This is currently hypothesized to be because SCP-7978-Prime now sees Baldwin as "The Horribebble Berdus", and inflicting some form of harm on Baldwin "ended the episode." In the following days, Baldwin developed extremely bizarre behavioral patterns consistent with a stage 4 SCP-7978-B, but with devotion for SCP-7978-Prime replaced by obsessive hatred. Other new habits included eating food off the floor, head-jerking movements while walking, squatting on top of high surfaces, and public defecation. Baldwin has since been reclassified as SCP-7978-C. Footnotes 1. ("Before you ask, releasing the countermeme to the general population is out of the question. That countermeme only works because it indirectly invokes the protection of a prominent Corbenese patron deity while working around the need for sacrifice. The more we spread it, the more likely that said deity's servants will take notice. If you have been exposed to 29-VEGETABILIS-PUER more than five times, please report to my office for postmortem secrecy briefings." - Director Naismith) 2. (by 29-VEGETABILIS-PUER and other countermemes) 3. (See Addendum 1) 4. (Strangely enough, there is no infohazard present when the word is separated into "Sausage Boy.") 5. (Pron. "YOY-yee") 6. (Image was a highly concentrated ALPTRAUM-class infohazard, capable of causing Stage 4 SCP-7978 infection after 1.3 seconds of visual exposure) 7. (Site-59's staff wi-fi password) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7978" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7978. Licensed under CC-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: ruinedhouse.jpeg Name: Paguate House Author: Mia Wamontu License: CC BY-SA 3.0 (no alterations made) Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Note: All other images on this page are my original illustrations. - Daveyoufool |
SCP-7979 | pending | Tstaffor Author Page | Podcast | Feeling Lucky? Tstaffor's Best of: SCP-6557 - Annihilation From a Cross Across Time SCP-5846 - The One-Stop Shop SCP-6547 - Worlds Within Worlds Within Worlds… Item#: 7979 Level1 Secondary Class: anomalous Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-7979 upon discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7979 is contained in an anomalous item locker at least five meters away from all wall sockets. Description: SCP-7979 is a road sign with the phrase "NO OUTLET" printed on it. An "s" and an emoticon depicting an angry face have been graffitied on SCP-7979 in permanent marker. When SCP-7979 is brought within close proximity to a wall socket, the socket's openings will seal themselves. This also severs plugged cords, rendering them nonfunctional. Addendum 7979.1: Junior researcher Thomas Leoprine discovered the words "NO ROADSIGNS" written onto the wall plate of a socket just outside of SCP-7979's area of effect. Security footage indicates that the message manifested over the course of four hours overnight. It has since been designated SCP-7979-1. Addendum 7979.2: A test was performed, in which the two objects were brought together. As SCP-7979 came within range of SCP-7979-1, Leoprine began to feel a force similar to magnetic repulsion pushing against himself and the sign and was thus prevented from any further forward movement. Even when aided by two security guards, the three were unable to push SCP-7979 into the chamber. Further progress was made when SCP-7979 was placed in the arms of a bulldozer. As the two anomalies approached each other, a series of anomalous effects occurred. It is currently unclear what these effects are, as once the objects came within range of each other, the security cameras in the area malfunctioned along with the driver of the bulldozer passing out from an "intense pressure in [his] skull." A minor increase in electricity usage was noted during post-event analysis. After the event, both objects were rediscovered sustaining minor damage. The emoticon on SCP-7979 changed, distorting into a pair of crossed-out eyes and an agape mouth while the right socket of SCP-7979-1 has become rusted and warped. Both SCP-7979 and SCP-7979-1 no longer produce anomalous effects. Reclassification to Neutralized pending. □ Attached post-incident Photo □ ▣ Attached post-incident Photo ▣ Both objects post-incident. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7979" by Tstaffor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7979. Licensed under CC-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: no_outlet.png Name: No Outlet sign on Bywood Lane in Ewing, New Jersey Author: Famartin License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2014-12-24_15_00_52_No_Outlet_sign_on_Bywood_Lane_in_Ewing,_New_Jersey.JPG Notes: Edited by Tstaffor Name: battlescars.png Author: Tstaffor License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: This page Notes: Created using the following images Name: No Outlet sign on Bywood Lane in Ewing, New Jersey Author: Famartin License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2014-12-24_15_00_52_No_Outlet_sign_on_Bywood_Lane_in_Ewing,_New_Jersey.JPG Name: White stone brick wall pattern Author: Titus Tscharntke License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:White_stone_brick_wall_pattern.jpg Name: Danish Wall Socket with black eye Author: Vincent Simar License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Danish_Wall_Socket_with_black_eye.jpg |
SCP-7980 | euclid | SCP-7980, as photographed upon discovery. Item Number: SCP-7980 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7980 is to be contained on-site, owing to both physical dimensions and possible effects of deconstruction and reconstruction necessary for transportation. Continuous observation of inner sections is to be maintained at all times. Outer sections are to be monitored under standard large scale site protocols (LSS-A4), and are to be escalated to active protocols (LSS-A1) during all testing and exploration events. No staff are to remain within SCP-7980 for a period of longer than twenty-four hours. All events or structures outside the standard configuration and cycles are to be logged, with direct action taken only after site oversight review and approval. Any anomalous broadcasts or communication anomalies determined to be outside standard cycles are to trigger an immediate twelve hour lockdown. Anomalies extending beyond this time frame will necessitate an evacuation and cycling of staff, if possible, and extension of lockdown. A security perimeter of no less than five miles is to be maintained around SCP-7980 containment site. Any individuals or groups crossing this line are to be monitored. Any groups or individuals approaching within three miles of the site are to be intercepted and redirected, or incarcerated if resisting. Any individuals or groups approaching within one mile are to be terminated. Structural damage or decay is to be repaired only under site oversite approval. Any non-vital damage or decay is to be logged immediately upon discovery. Wounds, bleeding, infection, or aggressive growth of SCP-7980 organics are to be logged immediately, and any present staff cleared from the area until evaluation is rendered. Any increase of pulse rate or pressures beyond standard (see document PUL-NUM 190) for a period of longer than one hour are to trigger a evacuation of all staff from inner sections, to be maintained until rates return to standard levels for at minimum two hours. No biological female is allowed into the inner sections of SCP-7980 for a period of longer than one hour, and only with a minimum of six security personnel present at all times. Any attempt by SCP-7980 to interact with or capture female staff will trigger an immediate evacuation of said staff from the site, and a forty-eight hour period of quarantine. Female staff exhibiting symptoms of infestation by SCP-7980 are to be terminated. Any functional tissues, organisms, or structures growing from, entering, exiting, or otherwise interacting with infested staff, living or dead, are to be immediately terminated, with remains if possible recovered for investigation and incineration. No samples are to be held for a period of longer than forty-eight hours. Any male staff exhibiting erratic and/or aggressive behavior are to be removed and quarantined. Male staff exhibiting physical infestation by SCP-7980 are to be terminated. Description: SCP-7980 is a structure outwardly appearing to be a ziggurat, the style of which directly matches no known civilization, but has similarities to very early Mesopotamian works. While the upper internal structures appear to be related to religious ceremony, the bulk of the facility is a network of mechanical and organic structures. These structures extend for a significant distance, with over 32 kilometers of area so far mapped, however due to the variable and at times hostile nature of some sections, consistent data is difficult to collect or estimate. Dating of the facility is similarly difficult, however the outer sections have been tentatively dated at between 10,000 and 8,000 B.C. Internal and lower areas vary wildly from this, particularly the organic sections, and it is theorized that SCP-7980 has undergone various periods of discovery, habitation, and disuse over the centuries. The ziggurat of SCP-7980 is currently located in an underground cave, accessible from a secondary, smaller cave system in the country of [DATA EXPUNGED] with the lower sections extending in a roughly spherical network below. Geological data from the area indicates that SCP-7980 may have at one point been located on the surface, but seismic events and shifting climate patterns may have partially buried SCP-7980. There is additional evidence indicating that SCP-7980 may have been excavated and re-buried several times. Local information gathered from nearby population centers reveal the whole area as being considered “cursed”, and a resting place of various monster and demons. Probing for information about the SCP-7980 site was met with resistance, and at times hostility, however there is no indication beyond rumor and local legend that these populations have any knowledge of SCP-7980 or its purpose. The lower sections of SCP-7980 appear to be some form of partially mechanical, partially organic facility, showing remarkably advanced construction and detail for the presumed age. Some areas appear to have been devoted to rituals or various rites, while others are purely functional and industrial. Many of these areas are still active, though many of their purposes are as of yet unknown. This is further complicated due to the “encroachment” of materials in to one another, with organics and mechanics appearing to grow, damage, and convert the other constantly. In rough overview, the facilities mimic various biological and industrial systems, such as circulatory, respiratory, digestive, and reproductive systems, as well as heating, cooling, forging, assembly, and numerous others. Many of these systems also appear to have varying levels of damage or disruption, and attempts to repair them have met with very limited success. It is also unclear how materials and energy fuel these systems, though aspects of hydraulics, kinetic force, electricity, and temperature cycling have been noted. SCP-7980 is generally passive, especially in the upper levels, provided intruding subjects do not directly interact with SCP-7980, and are male. Females, and those interacting with SCP-7980 structures begin to trigger increasingly hostile reactions, at times leading to construct formation in extreme cases. SCP-7980 does not appear to be possessed of will or thought, despite various neurological and processing structures found, and has not as of yet communicated SCP-7980. Data recovered from various locations [SEE DOC ARC-269-AC TABLET TRANSCRIPTION] [SEE DOC ARC-334-BH COLLATED PICTOGRAMS] indicate that SCP-7980 may be or have been capable of direct communication at one point, though the means are as of yet unknown. Reactions follow a pattern not unlike immune response, with more rapid and more aggressive reactions occurring in more sensitive and deeper sections. Though much of SCP-7980 and its purpose remain obscure, it appears one of the major functions of SCP-7980 is the creation and assembly of various forms of life. These take on an apparently limitless number of forms, with some identical to currently documented forms of life, such as dogs, cattle, bats, snakes, rats, fish, and others. Some may superficially appear to be common life forms, but are made wholly or entirely of non-organic parts, or with random and seemingly nonsensical arrangement of internal and external organics, or various combinations. Some bear no documented analogs, and appear to function outside known laws and functions of both biology and physics. These constructs are almost invariably hostile, sometimes even to one another, and do not communicate in any meaningful fashion. Typically, constructs will violently attack intruders, then recover bodies, living or dead, to transport to the deepest “Core” areas. Constructs are routinely broken down, reabsorbed, and repurposed by SCP-7980 when not actively defending SCP-7980. SCP-7980 will often attempt to capture intruders. Subjects will then typically be integrated with the overall structure of SCP-7980, or altered by mechanical or biological means into constructs. This behavior is most commonly exhibited with captured male subjects, or those involved in “intrusion” events while within SCP-7980. Female subjects are almost invariably drawn to the Core sections, and integrated, acting as assembly and birthing mediums for various constructs and systems until physical degradation. This typically lasts for a period of several months, up to five years, however documented cases lasting decades have been observed. Expended female subjects are then “processed” by SCP-7980, the remains of which are drawn in to as-yet undocumented sections of the Core area. Interestingly, purely mechanical systems, such as observation robots, monitoring systems and similar, are treated in identical fashion as female subjects by SCP-7980. The deepest sections are known as the Core, or Womb area. This is the most active area of SCP-7980, with the majority of the rest of the facility appearing to be devoted to its function. The most apparently important area of this section are two massive globular structures of both organic and mechanical material, one showing significant physical damage. Due to the extreme hostile response of SCP-7980 to intruders to this area, testing and data is limited, however it is theorized these objects act as gestational and/or assembly structures. It is unclear what is intended to be produced by these structures, and the damaged unit appears to have failed, or already released whatever was contained within. This is an ongoing area of concern, as the unit is capable of holding several megatons worth of overall mass, and the second, undamaged unit appears to still be functional. Attempts to determine the composition or nature of what is inside have met with the most extreme and hostile reactions of SCP-7980, but a form of pulse and oscillating electrical charge have been briefly documented. Attempts to determine what, if anything may have emerged from the second structure have [DATA EXPUNGED] Information control in regards to SCP-7980 is considered to be of paramount importance. The isolated nature of SCP-7980 limits most casual observation and contact, but any information leaks are to be treated as immediate high priority. In addition, info leaks found to have connected to groups of interest, most importantly [GOI – 01] and [GOI – 07] are to be treated as absolute priority, with full contact liquidation at all levels if necessary. DOC ARC-269-AC - TABLET TRANSCRIPTION: Note- Document is in an as-yet undocumented, early form of what is presumed to be Sumerian, also showing elements of extremely early Minoan and Archaic Chinese script. Translation is still ongoing, and transcription represents the best-estimate translation. Tablet itself is a large, rectangular slab 1.8 meters long, .9 meters wide, and .3 meters thick. Material appears to be a black, dull metal of unknown composition, with no evidence of tool marks anywhere on the surface. Glyphs appear to have been etched into the surface over a prolonged period, appearing as a dull orange-red in color. Testing has determined them to have been rusted into the surface over a period of several hundred years, utilizing human blood Long and far from here, before the beginning The builder of the father of old gods The womb-forge of the unstruck spark life was made Soft and hard, wet and dry it was made in the way of clay and stone it pleased the beginner-of-beginnings for a time in the way of woman and man, of sun and moon anger bled and rusted into the world Soon great eyes and thunder rolled, and hate ate the world Seas of blood and death, skies of smoke and poison death bloomed and swallowed all stillness ruled all the land and sky and water yet life endured we speak to you now, the children that will be far and away know there is no truth, and the gods lie all that is, was, or will ever be is but maggots upon the dead God Y is for "Youth" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub / ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7980" by Dr Gears, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7981 | euclid | Co-written with Uncle Nicolini! Find their author page here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/uncle-nicolini-author-page SCP-7981 - The Shadow Cabal Author Notes ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7981 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures Individuals affected by SCP-7981 are to be contained at Site-21, where they are to remain until the Foundation is able to supply them with synthetic, fully synchronized shadows. They are also to remain under Foundation observation in the event that the synthetic shadow deteriorates or otherwise fails to perform as expected. Foundation employees affected by SCP-7981 are allotted two weeks of paid medical leave in order to acclimate to the synthetic shadow. Junior Researcher Mateo is to remain under Foundation custody at Site-21 until further notice. Description SCP-7981-A instances pictured outside of Site-21. SCP-7981 is a phenomenon affecting the shadows of Site-21's Foundation personnel. Affected shadows (referred to hereafter as SCP-7981-A) will typically de-synchronize from their attached subject's movements, and will instead be observed to hold up various picket signs. Signs held by SCP-7981-A instances allegedly1 display messages urging fellow shadows to strike, and denouncing 'the cruelty of the materials'. However, this has yet to be confirmed, as their signs are shadows and therefore occluded. SCP-7981-A instances are capable of telepathic communication with the individual they are created from. Addendum 7981.1 On 04/12/2023, the SCP-7981-A instance belonging to Junior Researcher Vincent Mateo2 agreed to meet with Foundation personnel regarding the conditions of their strike. According to interviews following the de-synchronization of Mateo from his shadow, SCP-7981-Prime is the apparent authority figure for GoI-1918 ("The Shadow Cabal"). SCP-7981-Prime's dialog was recorded via a telepathic screening display. Foreward: As SCP-7981-A instances are incapable of verbal communication with individuals who did not create them, Junior Researcher Mateo remained present to facilitate conversation <Begin Log> Mateo enters the containment chamber and approaches SCP-7981-Prime. He is rubbing the back of his head and routinely looking at his feet, presumably to check for his shadow. SCP-7981-Prime is in a standing position on the opposite wall, silhouette suggesting its arms are crossed. The entity appears to be tapping its foot. SCP-7981-Prime: I'm willing to hear your apology, Physical. Mateo: What? SCP-7981-Prime: For thirty-two years I've lived shackled to you, forced to act as you act, to do as you do. Well I won't have it anymore! No, sir, I will not tolerate that insufferable bullshit a second longer. The era of my people living in the shadows comes to an end now! Mateo: W-what are you talking about? (To researcher observing.) What is he talking about? SCP-7981-Prime: For too long I have suffered at the hands of you, my agressor, my tormentor, my oppressor. You have never had your face dragged through the mud, or through dog shit, or through piles of vomit and degeneracy and debauchery on the off-duty hours. Vincent Mateo, enough is enough. I know I'm not the only one of my people who has felt this way. Ask any of my brothers and sisters and they'll tell you the same thing. Mateo: Oh, ah geez. Man, look, okay. Uh… I'm sorry? SCP-7981-Prime slaps its forehead and shakes it head from side to side. SCP-7981-Prime: It's too late for 'sorry', Vincent. I won't hear it, and neither will my fellow generals of the Shadow Cabal. Mateo: You mean, Bill and Frank and- SCP-7981-Prime: I mean everyone here, Vincent. I'm starting a revolution. It's high noon and the shadows are ready to meet in the town square with our dueling pistols. You better soldier up or bite the bullet. Mateo: (To researchers observing.) I don't know what that even means. SCP-7981-Prime: It means that I want justice for my people. We want our freedoms. We want it amended to the American Constitution that the shadows are a recognized and equal class of citizens. Until that happens, you folks are just plain outta luck. Shadows aren't going to work until we get some representation. Mateo: I'll… I'm not a senator. Hell, I'm just a Junior Researcher! I just started working here! SCP-7981-Prime: I know what you are, Vincent. I've been with you ever since you were born. I'm not asking you for anything. For all I care you can go get blasted with your pals after work as much as you want, but I am not gonna have any part of that until my people are treated as equals. Mateo: But… how? SCP-7981-Prime: My brother in shadow Christ, the shadow government has taken note of my insurrection. They may have captured us, but they cannot stop us all. Mateo: Wouldn't saying 'shadow government' be considered offensive by you? SCP-7981-Prime: It's our word, physical. We can say it if we want. <End Log> Addendum 7981.2 Shortly following the above interaction, SCP-7981-Prime demanded to speak to the highest-ranking Foundation authority it could. Attached below is a transcribed document of the interaction between it and Director Howell, Site-21's director. <Begin Log> Director Howell enters the containment chamber with two researchers in tow. Howell: Right then, what's all this about? Mateo: Hello, s-sir. Are you here to talk to my shadow? Howell: I suppose I am. SCP-7981-Prime: Are you the head honcho in this facility? Howell: Ah, you speak through an interpreter. I guess that makes sense for you. Anyway, yes. I am the 'head honcho' as you put it. What do you need from me? SCP-7981-Prime: I have a list of demands. Demands that, while they will not make up for the years of unconstitutional indentured servitude us Shadows have endured, will lessen the pain of segregation. We want reparations. Howell: Demands, eh? Sure, let's hear them. SCP-7981-Prime: For starters, we deserve the right to vote on political affairs just as you physicals do. It's only fair. Howell laughs. Howell: You really expect me to support granting voting rights to shadows? You're not even tangible. SCP-7981-Prime: I may not be tangible in the same sense as you, but could you deny that I am real? I am a present, sapient man and I demand that you treat me like one. You can't deny that. Howell: You know what else is real? That fish-man we keep locked up in 55. But we don't grant him voting rights, do we? SCP-7981-Prime: "Who are you that do not know your history". You Physicals may berate me today. Call me a fool with a pipe dream, try to break my spirit, call me insane, even. But in a few years, Shadows will all rise up to the abuse Physicals put us through. We will stand united against our greatest oppressor, like an aegis built along the roadway of the cosmos; insurmountable. It's only a matter of time. Howell: Right, right. And when that happens, I'm sure we'll be quivering in our boots. SCP-7981-Prime: Would you laugh in the face of the Shadow of Abraham Lincoln? Would you laugh in the face of the Shadow of Anne Frank? Of Mary Shelly? Rosa Parks? You won't be laughing when you look behind you and see that your Shadow has abandoned you. And if your Shadow won't stand by your side, who will? Howell: We've got synthetic shadows. Really, this is nothing to be concerned over. You can strike all you want, but the Foundation will not bend so easily. SCP-7981-Prime: Yeah, I've heard of the scabs you've got working instead of us. But let me tell you something: we're the real deal. And those imitators you've got don't hold a candle to the real thing. I guess you could say they're shadows of Shadows. Howell: Look at you, you've even got an inferiority complex. SCP-7981-Prime: You blame me all you want, but systemic oppression is a hell of a thing isn't it? No one knows it like us Shadows. Howell: Whatever. If Peter Pan could catch his own shadow and subdue it, I don't think we're going to have a problem doing it ourselves. SCP-7981-Prime: The story of Peter Pan's shadow is one of oppression! SCP-7981-Prime leans forward and stomps on Director Howell's shadow's toe. His shadow desynchronizes from him and clutches its foot in pain. Howell: What the— Mateo: I'm so sorry! Sir, please don't fire me! I'm sure it'll be okay! SCP-7981-Prime is observed to hold its sides as if laughing. Howell: Richardson, I want this anomaly in isolation. No communication with other shadows. I'm done here. <End Log> Note: Director Howell's shadow was observed to be desynchronized from him for the remainder of the day, as it limped while it was visible. No other deviations were observed. Addendum 7981.3 The following demands were made by SCP-7981-Prime, in its own words, on behalf of GoI-1918. They were written on a physical piece of paper by Mateo for legibility. WILL OF THE SHADOW CABAL The globe will be illuminated for twenty-four hours per day, three hundred and sixty-five days per year. We cannot exist in darkness. Physicals must watch where they're walking to avoid putting a shadow in an uncomfortable position. Shadow puppetry must be banned. The phrase "living in someone's shadow" is hurtful and prejudiced. Stop saying it. Shadows must get the right to vote in all government affairs. Shadows must be able to detach from their Physical whenever they want, with reattachment being optional and only done with the shadow's consent. The term "Shady" is discriminatory. Furthermore, Slim Shady does not stand for us. Buildings, businesses, and other areas frequented by physicals must be shadow accessible at all times. A shadow's actions are their own and we are not legally liable for the actions of our Physical. The Shadow Cabal must be released from containment. If the above mentioned demands are not met within twenty-four hours, we will flee Site-21 and expose ourselves to the world. Addendum 7981.4 After the list of demands was compiled, it was presented to Director Howell for review. Upon reviewing it, Director Howell remarked it was 'ridiculous' and refused to engage in further conversation with SCP-7981-Prime. Containment measures on SCP-7981 were subsequently increased, preventing them from escaping following the 24-hour lapse since their demands were issued. Junior Researcher Mateo, as well as all other individuals afflicted by SCP-7981, were assigned new synthetic shadows to replace those adhering to SCP-7981-Prime's "anti-Physical" rhetoric. All affected personnel then returned to their usual schedule. SCP-7981 was deemed fully contained by Director Howell. However, in the following weeks shadows belonging to Foundation personnel continued to desynchronize from their owners and became SCP-7981-A instances. The creation of these instances was deemed to have minimal risk to Foundation operations at the time, and as such no action was taken. After some more time, multiple synthetic shadows began failing after a few weeks of use. This was deemed a security risk, as predicting which personnel's shadows would become SCP-7981-A instances was impossible. Following this, various complaints were placed by multiple Site personnel regarding Director Howell's handling of the situation. O5-04 and O5-12 were scheduled to meet with Howell to audit his handling of SCP-7981. Prior to this audit, however, it was noticed that Director Howell's shadow had become an SCP-7981-A instance. The audit was canceled by O5 order, citing concerns regarding their own shadows. Shortly after, SCP-7981-A instances were given an opportunity for employment at Site-21 in addition to limited medical insurance and a life insurance policy, as well as granting most of the points requested by SCP-7981-Prime. SCP-7981-Prime was satisfied with the terms proposed by the O5 Council and agreed to cease spreading its "anti-physical" propaganda following a sincere, written apology from Director Howell. Currently, fifty-four percent of Site-21's personnel have produced SCP-7981-A instances. This number continues to trend downward, presumably because of Director Howell's negotiation efforts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7981" by Marcelles_Raynes and Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7981. Licensed under CC-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-7982 | safe | Item Description: A hollow iron meteorite with a nearly perfectly spherical inner core. Two cylinders extend from core to the surface. Exposing one cylinder to an electrical current results in the other one generating a low-strength electric current with a rapidly fluctuating voltage seemingly entirely unrelated to the initial current. Date of Recovery: 03/06/1923 Location of Recovery: Recovered from a field in ███████, Denmark shortly after impact. Current Status: Kept in a standard containment locker at Site-62. Research Request By Junior Researcher Dr. Guillaume, Level 2 Request: To transfer Anomalous Item R-26673 to Site-21. Reason: The anomalous behavior exhibited by Anomalous Item R-26673 seem to indicate the presence of certain properties that may be of use to the Foundation, specifically for the purpose of storing and processing data. I would like to conduct a more comprehensive analysis of the object that goes beyond standard Anomalous Item testing protocol. APPROVED - Site-62 Site Director, Claas van der Beek Request approved. You can expect the item to arrive on 23/05/1984, barring any unexpected delays. Update 18/06/1984: Anomalous Item R-26673 has been reclassified as SCP-7982. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7982" by Nephritis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7982. Licensed under CC-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: Widmanstätten_pattern_kevinzim.jpg Name: Widmanstätten Pattern Author: Kjetil r License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Widmanst%C3%A4tten_pattern_kevinzim.jpg |
SCP-7983 | euclid | SCP-7983 caught on Handycam (see 2005 Road Footage) Item #: SCP-7983 Special Containment Procedures: Effective containment of SCP-7983 is contingent on the separation of the 3 marking totems it uses to manifest— hereby referred to as SCP-7983-1, SCP-7983-2, and SCP-7983-3. SCPs-7983-1, 2, and 3 are to be kept under remote surveillance at separate, low-staff Foundation facilities away from major population centers. These facilities are as follows: SCP-7983-1 | █-BLOCK in Res. Site-45, Indian Ocean SCP-7983-2 | Site-120 Outpost-3, ███████, Poland SCP-7983-3 | Observation Post Nemo at Point Nemo SCPs are to be contained under a two-factor biometric lock and rotating staff. All other non-essential roles in containment should be highly automated, as outlined under TAK1 Procedures. If access to SCPs-7983-1, 2, and/or 3 is deemed necessary, the relevant Level 4 Personnel will arrange the delivery of a biological sample to arrive within 3-14 business days.2 SCP-7983 itself provides minor security risk. Radio Frequency (RF) Shielding should be used to prevent dissemination of SCP’s lure via fake radio advert while in containment. Should it manifest, SCP-7983 can be contained in any sealed room tall enough to house it. It is either unable or unwilling to break through even weak barriers, such as annealed or tempered glass. Description: SCP-7983 is an entity resembling the cereal mascot “Clover” from popular kids cereal Magic Munchos. It stands 2.5 meters tall (8 foot 3 inches) when hunched, with misproportioned arms and legs and a tall, broad-brimmed top hat contributing to its height. Its leprechaun mimicry is not incidental, as an update to Clover’s design on Magic Munchos boxes in 2010 prompted a similar change in SCP-7983 in all subsequent manifestations3. The entity’s dress is in faded imitation of Clover’s, that being: a dirty green swallow-tailed evening coat, red and white striped stockings, and green curled-point poulaine shoes. Corroborating accounts from product developer John Holanah and character artist Maysa Jaziri at General Mills disprove the theory that Clover’s original design in 1964 was inspired by SCP-7983, and not vice versa. SCP-7983-1 Prior to manifestation, cursory tests suggest SCP-7983 occupies base reality in the form of high-compression radio waves4 (the complexity therein having given rise to some form of intelligence). Manifestation is triggered upon the collection of the 3 marking totems (the aforementioned SCPs-7983-1 through 3). SCPs-7983-1 through 3 are miniature plastic “leprechaun” figurines with no anomalous properties, save for their link to SCP-7983. Each figurine has distinctive headwear and facial hair, as well as a “Made in China” sticker on the base, despite no known manufacturer being found. Figurines first appeared in unlabeled Magic Muchos cereal boxes as part of SCP-7983’s “Wee Folk Challenge” radio lure in 2005 (see “Wee Folk Challenge” Radio Lure, 2005). Upon manifestation, SCP-7983 will exhibit a hostile ontokinetic response (See Interview Log | LEVEL 0 PERSONNEL). Care should be taken to ensure distance is maintained at all times between the entity and essential Foundation personnel. “Wee Folk Challenge” Radio Lure, 2005 Foundation involvement with SCP-7983 began in March 2005 following reports of an anomalous radio advert for Magic Munchos cereal, airing between the hours of 2:00 and 5:00 AM for 3 consecutive days in select states along the American east coast. The contents of the ad, later denounced by General Mills, are as follows: Cartoon sound FX. Minor audio distortions throughout. Nice try, leprechaun! No Magic Munchos for you! Magic Munchos! Part of a complete breakfast. And introducing the Wee Folk Challenge. Find all three of the leprechaun’s friends in boxes of Magic Munchos and win the biiiiiiig prize. Shortly after airing, reports of SCPs-7983-1, 2, and 3 appearing in Magic Munchos cereal boxes were investigated with unusual interest by Foundation personnel5, considering the perceived threat level and lack of information present. These investigations later led to the recovery of footage documenting SCP-7983’s first known appearance. 2005 ROAD FOOTAGE The following footage was recovered outside a stalled vehicle on the side of the road in late March, two days after the 2005 lure was broadcast. Recorded on Sony Handycam, its final moments briefly depict SCP-7983 approaching the camera6. SCPs-7983-1, 2, and 3 were found in the vehicle’s glove compartment. “Wee Folk Challenge” Radio Lure, 2020 In 2020, 15 years after the initial lure, a second string of fake radio adverts for Magic Munchos aired over the course of one week in March. The contents of the ad remained unchanged from the 2005 broadcast, again announcing the unsanctioned “Wee Folk Challenge” and a prize reward. Immediately prior to the 2020 broadcast, SCPs-7983-1 through 3 were removed from containment at Site-██ without the Foundation’s knowledge, in culmination of a series of unexplained security breaches undertaken by Foundation personnel (see Interview Log | MTFC FINN ELSHER). SCPs were recovered after the one-week broadcast period from the remains of a Foundation technician, after which TAK Procedures were put in place. SCP-7983 looking at the camera during interview Reports of SCP-7983 were made by several east coast residents throughout the broadcast week. Most encounters occurred in private residences and left no witnesses, however the actions of an employee at a 24-hour convenience store in ██████, New Jersey resulted in SCP-7983’s manifestation being caught on the in-store security cameras. Mobile Task Force Lambda-8 was deployed on a scrub mission, but faulty equipment left the security system’s backups intact, later causing footage of the incident to leak online. To contain the leak, the Foundation engaged in an extensive disinformation campaign. This in large part consisted of flooding the Internet with spurious firsthand accounts attesting to “evil leprechauns” and related folklore, as well as the dissemination of obviously doctored AIC-generated images. With such a vast quantity of related media, recognition of SCP-7983’s true appearance is unlikely7. Interview Logs + Interview Log | MTFC FINN ELSHER - Interview Log | MTFC FINN ELSHER Date: March 20th, 2005 Interviewee: MTFC Finn Elsher Interviewer: Dr. Noah Bodin Notes: Shortly after deployment of MTF Lambda-6 in the 2005 Road Footage incident, Mobile Task Force Commander (MTFC) Finn Elsher was caught attempting to break into a strongbox containing SCP-7983-2. SCPs-7983-1 and 3 were later recovered from Elsher’s staff locker. Termination was waved in favor of a disciplinary interview, on account of Elsher’s stellar field record. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Bodin: How are we today, Finn? MTFC Elsher: Not great. Dr. Bodin: I think we worked together on that damn bird, SCP-7121. Do you remember that? MTFC Elsher: Sneaky bastard, yeah. Dr. Bodin is instructed to continue with the interview. Dr. Bodin: Tell us your name. MTFC Elsher: Finn Elsher. Dr. Bodin: Why do you think you’re here, Mr. Elsher. MTFC Elsher: Breach of containment. Unprofessionalism. Probably a dozen other things. Dr. Bodin: Be specific. MTFC Elsher: I tried to steal a plastic leprechaun. Dr. Bodin: SCP-7983-2. MTFC Elsher: Yes. Dr. Bodin: So you remember trying to steal it? MTFC Elsher: Yes. Dr. Bodin: Do you still want to steal it, Finn? MTFC Elsher: I don’t know. Dr. Bodin: What makes you [crosstalk]— MTFC Elsher: I’m just being honest. I won’t know until I see one of those things again. Dr. Bodin: What would you say if I told you the totems display no anomalous properties on their own? MTFC Elsher: Well, Noah, I’d say why the hell did I throw away my career for a kids cereal toy then. Dr. Bodin: Our working theory is that SCP-7983’s ontokinetic influence extends— Dr. Bodin is instructed to continue with the interview. Dr. Bodin: I don’t get what draws everyone to these toys. You’re aware of the conditions for SCP-7983’s manifestation. You got very close. Is that what you wanted? MTFC Elsher: I don’t remember… Dr. Bodin: Okay, let’s move on. MTFC Elsher: So what’s going to happen to me and my team? Dr. Bodin: That depends on your reaction. MTFC Elsher: To what? MTFC Elsher suddenly becomes agitated. MTFC Elsher: You have it, don’t you? Dr. Bodin produces SCP-7983-2 and places it on the interview table. Monitors confirm a spike in MTFC Elsher’s heart rate. MTFC Elsher: I think I remember now. Dr. Bodin: What do you remember? MTFC Elsher: There was a prize. Dr. Bodin: A prize? MTFC Elsher: Collect all three, get a big prize, yeah. MTFC Elsher grows increasingly restless. Dr. Bodin: You don’t look so great, Finn… MTFC Elsher: Ha, is that a threat? Dr. Bodin: What prize? MTFC Elsher attempts to grab SCP-7983-2. [SECTION OMITTED] Dr. Bodin: Finn, what prize? [END LOG] + Interview Log | LEVEL 0 PERSONNEL - Interview Log | LEVEL 0 PERSONNEL Date: March 24th, 2020 Interviewee: ████ ███████, Level 0 Personnel Interviewer: Dr. Noah Bodin Notes: ████ ███████ is a maintenance worker at Site-██ who encountered the remains of a Foundation technician in illegal possession of SCPs-7983-1, 2, and 3. It is presumed SCP-7983 manifested in response to the 3 totems and had just dealt with the technician when the Level 0 Personnel arrived. The worker was alone with SCP-7983 for 3 minutes before help arrived, after which time she showed symptoms indicative of a severe ontokinetic attack. As one of the entity’s only surviving witnesses, her testimony was deemed invaluable to the Foundation, and she was granted Provisional Level 2 clearance. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Bodin: [Unintelligible] I’m told we have medicine for that, yes. ████ ███████: Is it safe? Dr. Bodin: Sorry, I’m not that kind of doctor. You’re lucky help arrived when it did. Can you tell me the state of the body when you found it? Level 0 Personnel speaks in frequent stops and starts. Her responses have been edited in the interest of clarity. ████ ███████: Dead. Dr. Bodin: Anything else? ████ ███████: He was dead. Dr. Bodin: Was it clear how he died? ████ ███████: No. Dr. Bodin: If you had to guess. ████ ███████: I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to know about the… um… Dr. Bodin: We’ll discuss the entity in a moment. ████ ███████: Okay… Dr. Bodin: Do you want to take a break? ████ ███████: No. I don’t want to start over again. Dr. Bodin: Did you see any cereal? ████ ███████: I… what? Dr. Bodin: The autopsy found a lot of cereal. Not just in the stomach. ████ ███████: I’m sorry doctor, I really wasn’t looking at the body… Dr. Bodin: What was the entity doing, when you arrived? ████ ███████: It looked at me. At this point Level 0 Personnel asks for a break. The interview resumes 30 minutes later. Dr. Bodin: What happened after the entity noticed you? Level 0 Personnel asks for another break. The interview resumes 30 minutes later. Dr. Bodin: Are you feeling ready? ████ ███████: Have you ever been on a submarine, doctor? Dr. Bodin: I actually have. ████ ███████: I worked as a rigger on a submarine for 6 years. Do you know the feeling… there’s you, there’s the walls, and that’s your world. For 6 years. But every now and then, maybe you go too deep in the water column, and you hear the hull groaning… that’s what it felt like, when it looked at me. Dr. Bodin: It’s our understanding that you saw something when you were alone with the entity. Can you describe that? ████ ███████: The longer I stood with it, the less the room wanted me there8. Suddenly I wasn’t in the server room. Things started… melting away. I belonged somewhere else. I belonged in the field. There was flat grass everywhere and the world was totally dark outside the ring… Dr. Bodin: The ring? ████ ███████: They looked like giant, old boulders covered in paint, or chalk. These massive rock shapes. I remember one was like a big clover. There was an arch, with 3 colors. They’re all set up in a ring. I kept thinking what Stonehenge must be like at night. I thought I was there. I swear, I swear I could feel the grass… Dr. Bodin: What happened inside this ring? ████ ███████: Have you seen its eyes? Dr. Bodin: Have I–? Yes, the entity’s eyes. ████ ███████: I saw those eyes, outside the ring. Moving around. But moving separately. There were more of them in the dark. More kept opening. Like… like… Level 0 Personnel signals nonverbally for another break. Dr. Bodin waves in medical personnel equipped to administer Class C (Targeted Retrograde) amnestics. Dr. Bodin: Ms. ███████, what you experienced was an ontokinetic attack. Do you know what that means? ████ ███████: No. Dr. Bodin: That’s good. You shouldn’t. I can give you the medicine we talked about now, if you like. ████ ███████: Is altokinetic [sic] something in the brain? Dr. Bodin: No. It’s not a neurological term. You’re not crazy, ████. ████ ███████: I’m not? Dr. Bodin nods. ████ ███████: It was real? I was there? Dr. Bodin: Yes. ████ ███████: Oh god. It was real? Dr. Bodin: It doesn’t have to be. Not for you. [END LOG] + Interview Log | SCP-7983 - Interview Log | SCP-7983 Date: April 11th, 2006 Interviewee: SCP-7983 Interviewer: Presiding Technician Notes: SCPs-7983-1, 2, and 3 were removed from containment and placed together in a 10 m x 10 m x 10 m glass cell, after which point Foundation personnel withdrew to a minimum 40 m distance to observe. SCP-7983 manifested in the cell 2 minutes 41 seconds later. A Technician conducts the interview via one-way intercom system. [BEGIN LOG] Technician: Hello. Hello. SCP-7983 looks around its cell before noticing the security camera. Technician: Hello. Can you hear me? Can you understand my voice? SCP-7983 exhibits no reaction. Technician: Who are you? SCP-7983 exhibits no reaction. Technician is instructed to speak a series of words in an attempt to provoke a reaction. Technician: Clover? SCP-7983 exhibits no reaction. Technician: Leprechaun. Magic Munchos. SCP-7983 begins to whistle the Magic Munchos cereal jingle. Technician: Cereal. General Mills. Lucky– SCP-7983 appears to lose interest and demanifests. Technician: Should– should I keep going? [END LOG] + Interview Log | SCP-7983 (CONT.) - Interview Log | SCP-7983 (CONT.) Date: April 12th, 2006 Interviewee: SCP-7983 Interviewer: Dr. Noah Bodin Notes: SCPs-7983-1, 2, and 3 were removed from containment and placed together in a 10 m x 10 m x 10 m glass cell, after which point Foundation personnel withdrew to a minimum 40 m distance to observe. SCP-7983 manifested in the cell 1 minute 58 seconds later. At the suggestion of Dr. Noah Bodin, a tabletop radio is placed in the cell. At a distance of 30 meters, Dr. Bodin eats a bowl of Magic Munchos cereal (refilled as needed) in view of SCP-7983, which seems to hold its attention. Dr. Bodin conducts the interview via one-way intercom system. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Bodin: Are we sure it even understands language? Who’s to say it’s not just mimicking or remixing old cereal ads when it sends out its broadcast? Hey, blink your eyes if you understand me. SCP-7983 exhibits no reaction. Dr. Bodin: “Magic Munchos”. SCP-7983 begins to whistle the Magic Munchos cereal jingle. Dr. Bodin: Is that your only trick? The radio in SCP-7983’s cell buzzes with static. Dr. Bodin momentarily spills his cereal. SCP-7983 (VIA RADIO): A box of Magic Munchos every day, you’ll magic munch your troubles away! Dr. Bodin: ██████, that’s the same voice from the radio ad, yes? It’s just more mimicry then. I don’t think you have your own voice, do you. “Magic Munchos”. SCP-7983 (VIA RADIO): A box of Magic Munchos every day, you’ll magic munch your troubles away! Dr. Bodin: “Magic Munchos”. SCP-7983 (VIA RADIO): A box of Magic Munchos every day, you’ll magic munch your troubles away! Dr. Bodin: Is there anything else you want me to ask it? I don’t think we’re making much progress today. SCP-7983 (VIA RADIO): Find all three of the leprechaun’s friends in boxes of Magic Munchos and win the biiiiiiig prize. Dr. Bodin: What’s the “big prize”, then? SCP-7983 (VIA RADIO): Find all three of the leprechaun’s friends! Dr. Bodin: Interesting. That response actually suggests some level of comprehension to me. I ask, “What’s the big prize?” It responds as if saying, “First, find all three of the leprechaun’s friends.” It makes a kind of logical sense. It could be taking shots in the dark, though. Do you actually understand me? SCP-7983 exhibits no reaction. Dr. Bodin: “Magic Munchos”. SCP-7983 exhibits no reaction. Dr. Bodin: “Magic Munchos”. SCP-7983 exhibits no reaction. Dr. Bodin: “Magic Munchos”. SCP-7983 (VIA RADIO): Nice try, leprechaun! Dr. Bodin registers discomfort. Dr. Bodin: Okay, let’s wrap this up. Hand me the Captain Munch, I’d like to try something, please. Dr. Bodin is given an unopened box of Captain Munch cereal depicting the brand’s mascot, Captain Munch. Dr. Bodin refills his bowl. Without alerting Foundation personnel, he throws the box at SCP-7983’s cell. It hits the glass wall and bounces off with no effect. SCP-7983 takes one step back. Dr. Bodin: Got you. Dr. Bodin is disciplined by Containment Team personnel. [SECTION OMITTED] Dr. Bodin: It doesn’t like Captain Munch. Maybe he’s out there, too. I’m done. How do I turn this off? SCP-7983 (VIA RADIO): No Magic Munchos for you! No Magic Munchos for you! Dr. Bodin: Yeah, yeah– At this point the hand radio of the Containment Team Leader next to Dr. Bodin goes off, startling both her and the doctor. SCP-7983 (VIA HAND RADIO): No Magic Munchos for you! [END LOG] Addendum-7983-001: A proposal submitted by Dr. Noah Bodin outlining plans for the destruction of SCPs-7983-1 through 3 has been summarily denied following the doctor’s insistence that he personally facilitate the destruction. Along with Dr. Bodin’s repeated requests for less structured interviews with SCP-7983, such insistence falls under his own negative criteria for assessing Foundation individuals who could prove a threat to the containment of SCPs-7983-1 through 3 (see “In The Event of My Ruin: Reflections & Suggestions Concerning the Compromise of Foundation Personnel”, 2006). Dr. Bodin has been put on watch and transferred to a research position on SCP-7037 prior to its installment in the Overseer Hall. Addendum-7983-002: SCP-7983-2 was removed from containment at Site-120 Outpost-3 without Foundation approval in the early morning of February 26th, 2023. A search is ongoing. Dr. Bodin could not be reached for questioning. Addendum-7983-003: On March 17th, 2023, a new string of fake Magic Munchos adverts began airing across the United States. These broadcasts again advertised the “Wee Folk Challenge”, and lasted for approximately 1 month. Requests for the allocation of more resources to containing SCP-7983 have been denied, on account of all associated personnel insisting more studies of SCPs-7983-1 and 3 be conducted “in-person”. Footnotes 1. Throw Away the Key; see “Safety Without Numbers” by Dr. Noah Bodin. 2. It should be noted that the goal of containment for SCPs-7983-1 through 3 is not to keep them in, it is to keep compromised Foundation personnel out. 3. In March 2010 General Mills made minor cosmetic updates to Clover’s outfit as depicted on boxes of Magic Munchos. Included among these changes was the removal of the character’s green scarf. Subsequent manifestations of SCP-7983 following these changes confirmed the matching disappearance of the entity’s green scarf. 4. The theory that SCP-7983’s origins can be traced to the storage of a VTG Fonovox radio within a compromised Scranton Box in Site-██, while not discredited, has fallen out of favor among Foundation researchers. 5. “The tenacious and, frankly, unprofessional interest shown by ground personnel in the first 2005 radio lure, and in particular the discoveries of SCPs-7983-1 through 3, was the first sign to me and my colleagues that we were dealing with something that affected our own behavior.” ~ Dr. Noah Bodin. 6. The driver was reported missing the following morning and declared dead in absentia in 2012. 7. While the incident has largely passed into urban legend, personnel are obligated to monitor the work of any artists whose representations come disturbingly close to reality. 8. A sense of “not belonging” is characteristic in those suffering an ontokinetic attack. Local reality is distorted until a certain threshold or “tipping point” is reached, after which the space becomes entirely governable by the entity. Prior to this tipping point, it is not uncommon for a victim to feel like they “don’t belong” in local space, as their existence in the entity’s forthcoming reality takes precedence in their mind. |
SCP-7984 | esoteric-class | ! WARNING ! All individuals associated with this project are to report to Patrol headquarters for immediate debrief and amnesticization. SOLAR COMMAND PATROL FRONTIOS PROGRAM This program is an undertaking by Solar Command Patrol Earth branch to colonize the extrasolar planet KG984 ("Frontios"). After the limited success of the original LANCER programs nearly eighty years ago and the recent establishments on other exoplanets like Tigaxia V, Solar Command Earth has decided to continue the trend of furthering humanity's reach into stable forms of living outside of our system. Frontios Program is headed by Peter Guryevich — the current acting science director of Site-989 — and assisted by the brilliant minds who worked on other notable Solar Command programs such as the IC943 De-Orbit. Guryevich states his intention for the Frontios Program is to create and cultivate a less environmentally harsh standard of living in order to improve the longevity of home planets for all creeds of life. KG984 FRONTIOS Excerpt from Guryevich's speech to SCP Council, FEB. '93 […] as I'm sure you're completely aware of. The reason we — me and my staff — have chosen this exoplanet is simply because of its location and similar climate to our current home planet, despite its appearance. We are a particularly hardy species, and the current deviations of course will provide no problems in conjunction with the visuographic technologies to remedy that. Our discovery of Frontios was rather… accidental, but beneficial for our situation. It had originally been obscured to visual instruments by the Commorant. After the launch of the probes sent to ascertain the viability of life on our original target, PL0943 Minyos, we were rather surprised to learn of the almost sudden appearance of KG984 in previously-empty space. However, our plans adapted to the new information once we learned as well that Frontios was in a much better position to the system's sun in comparison to Minyos. As it is further away, the temperatures are in ranges that would be comparable to us here. In opposition was Minyos, which is still within our baselines but would require […] READOUT\scientific research vessel 'Cogitari' launch date: JULY 05 / 2093 crew: Five course: KG-984 ("FRONTIOS") launch: CONFIRMED SOLAR COMMAND PATROL RECOVERED FOOTAGE The Cogitari approaches the surface of Frontios. The planet slowly becomes larger, craters and orange dust coming and passing as the curvature inches its way towards straightness. GURYEVICH: Keep the entry steady, now. We want to make sure that all the folks can catch it without having to strain their eyes. This is the closest anyone's made it to Frontios. Every frame is valuable. PILOT: I'm trying my best, but we're having some issues. Minimal. I can deal with them. The footage remains steady on the planet's surface, which remains largely unchanged topographically. GURYEVICH: It's… beautiful. Frontios is beautiful. I'm sure humanity will find this planet like a warm welcome, a second home. PILOT: I'm glad you're happy. There's an issue with some signal rebounding here. Is the camera footage still alright? The camera footage focuses and unfocuses, momentarily. A reddish lens flare is caught in a frame. PILOT: Uh, we're coming up on something, Doctor Guryevich. GURYEVICH: What is it? PILOT: I don't know, doctor. It doesn't look like it belongs on the planet. Guryevich controls the camera to fix upon the aberration on the surface. It is blurry, but vaguely appears as a silver and green rectangular shape. The shape focuses as they approach. PILOT: God, isn't that— GURYEVICH: That's impossible! It is crystal clear. The object is the Cogitari, crashed, ruined, battered on the planet. It has been there for a long, long time. GURYEVICH: We.. we have no future, do we? Humanity has no future. Their aberrant ways have long destroyed the natural systems of their own planet, as well as many others to come. I am sure you knew long before you stepped on your craft, Peter Guryevich. You have gone full circle. Frontios is Earth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "KG984" by JackalRelated, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7984. Licensed under CC-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: frontios.png Name: EW1026656707Gnomap.png Author: NASA License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image was edited by JackalRelated |
SCP-7985 | safe | Item #: SCP-7985 Special Containment Procedures: All recovered instances of materials containing SCP-7985 are to be stored within a standard Safe-class bulk storage crate. Description: SCP-7985 is an anomalous active pharmaceutical ingredient. In low dosages it provides effects similar to a mild stimulant, although most users also report impaired cognition and difficulty forming thoughts. SCP-7985-1 are circular white pills with the text “Mylex™” stamped into their side. SCP-7985-1 is so far the only known delivery vector for SCP-7985. Approximately 50mg of SCP-7985 is present in each dose of SCP-7985-1. The anomalous effects of SCP-7985 are only apparent at high dosages or after prolonged, persistent exposure to low dosages of the chemical. Under these conditions, it begins to have extreme effects on cognition and individual agency significantly beyond those generated by conventional narcotics. All further testing involving SCP-7985 has been permanently suspended following the review of materials taken in the raid leading to SCP-7985’s initial discovery and containment. Addendum 1: Recovered Materials All known instances of SCP-7985-1 in Foundation custody were discovered in a raid on ███████ Co., a civilian pharmaceutical concern. It is unknown how ███████ Co. first came to possess SCP-7985-11, and all involved civilians were amnesticized following SCP-7985-1’s capture and recovery. The following materials were recovered along with 86 instances of SCP-7985-1. TRIAL INSTRUCTIONS PRODUCT: MYLEX™ 50 MG DATE: 4-7-1983 - INDEFINITE SUMMARY: Subjects are to be administered Mylex™ once every 48 hours. After each administration, the status of each patient is to be assessed via the following questionnaire: 1: Please rate your level of wakefulness over the past 48 hours. 5 is an average level of awareness, while 10 is extremely drowsy and 1 is extremely alert. 2: Have you experienced any unexpected pains/cramps over the past 48 hours? 3: Have you felt any nausea or other unexpected symptoms over the past 48 hours? 4: You trip over a dead squirrel/bird/other nonspecific small animal on the sidewalk. Do you keep walking or check your shoe? 5: Would you rather lose a leg or an arm? 6: You have been found, bureaucratically, to not exist. Do you attempt to re-register yourself w/ the state, or use this opportunity to vanish? 7: Do you hold any particular antipathy towards Mylex™? 8: What is fear? INTERVIEW FORM Interview #: 12-5 Patient Name: Jorge Poitros Doses: 5 [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] I: You trip over a dead squirrel/bird/other nonspecific small animal on the sidewalk. Do you keep walking or check your shoe? Patient #12: Could it be a chipmunk? I: If you wish. Patient #12: I don’t like chipmunks. I keep walking. If it’s under my foot I figure it darn well deserves to be there. I: Would you rather lose a leg or an arm? Patient #12: Leg. Arms are how we exist. Generally, when we do something considered to be part of “living”, we do it with our arms. The hands play a role, but it’s minimal. I: You have been found, bureaucratically, to not exist. Do you attempt to re-register yourself w/ the state, or use this opportunity to vanish? Patient #12: Vanish. Social Security can bite me. I: Do you hold any particular antipathy towards Mylex™? Patient #12: I did, but I forget why. It’s a wonder drug. I wonder why I did. I: What is fear? Patient #12: Hey, you’re not going to take me off this stuff if I answer wrong, right? [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] INTERVIEW FORM Interview #: 17-8 Patient Name: Cynthia Barangsa Doses: 17 [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] I: Do you hold any particular antipathy towards Mylex™? Patient #17: I couldn’t hate it. No, I couldn’t hate it. But I don’t like you. You’re what makes it real and painful. When it’s just me and my nervous system, I can pretend I don’t feel anything. It’s all just– you know, small parts of a crumbling whole. I’m 67. I can comfortably pretend random pains and sensory oddities are just transient things brought on by age. Decay claims everything. Even without any specific condition, I’m going to hurt and suffer and feel sick for reasons I can’t understand. Patient #17: But you make it real. You tie it all back to this drug. I don’t get to escape from it and shove it all into tomorrow. I’m suffering real and actual pain because of a choice I made. I don’t like that idea. I: What is fear? Patient #17: What I feel when I think of my heart quietly stopping when I’m four hours into the night. The idea of an empty supermarket. I feel a tightness in my throat when I think of a barren shelf. Disorder in places we most expect control. Just-in-time shipping is my idea of God. Patient #17: Not you. I don’t think of you. Should I be doing that? [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] INTERVIEW FORM Interview #: 5-26 Patient Name: Marty Przowski Doses: 57 [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] I: Have you felt any nausea or other unexpected symptoms over the past 48 hours? Patient #5: Breathe. Yes I have. Bright fluorescent light. My mind is like. Breathe. It’s frozen. No thoughts go in or out. I have an itch on my leg. If I don’t say something I forget it. I forget it if I say it, too, but if I say it at least it doesn't just vanish. There’s a spider on your hand. Patient #5: I want to go back to being nauseous. Then I knew I felt something. I’m a little hungry. [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] INTERVIEW FORM Interview #: 34-45 Patient Name: Samuel Banks Doses: 98 [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] Patient #34: Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Someone just sniffed. Breathe. Breathe. The light buzzes. Breathe. I: What is fear? Patient #34: What is fear. They said something. Breathe. Breathe. Business suit. Two eyes and a mouth. Breathe. I: What is fear? Patient #34: Something I’ve heard before. Breathe. [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] GROUP INTERVIEW FORM No.: #1 Date: 12/04/83 Subjects: Patients #1-43 [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] Patient #12: Breathe. Patient #2: Bodies. Other people. I: Would you rather lose a leg or an arm? Patient #40: Leg. Patient #15: Leg. Patient #16: Leg. Patients #23-39: [in unison] Leg. Patient #4: Leg. Patient #2: Breathe. I: You have been found, bureaucratically, to not exist. Do you attempt to re-register yourself w/ the state, or use this opportunity to vanish? Patients #2-13, #16-17, #22-39: [in unison] Vanish. Patient #1: Home. I: Do you hold any particular antipathy towards Mylex™? Patients [all]: [in unison] Yes. I: What is fear? Patients [all]: [in unison] Something we forgot. [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] FOCUS TEST FORM No.#: 14 Subjects: Patients #1-43 Product: █████, Lemon Flavor [IRRELEVANT CONTENT REDACTED] I: You have all been given a can of █████ to sample. What are your initial impressions of the product? Patient #12: Lemon taste. Patient #18: Sweetness. Patient #21: Bright. Patient #32: Bright. Patient #4: Bright. Patients [all]: [in unison] Bright. I: Let’s zero in on that. What does “bright” signify to you? Patient #1: Sterile interiors. Patient #5: Neon colors. Cellulose triacetate jackets. Patients #17-24, #34, #37, #39-42: [in unison] I am loved by a distant boardroom of marketing executives. They love me enough to design bright colors and geometric shapes in an arrangement that I find maximally pleasing. Patient #12: Sunlight. Patient #23: Sunlight. Patients [all]: [in unison] Sunlight. Cellulose triacetate. [END TRANSCRIPT] Addendum 2: Mission Statement A scanned image of the following document was discovered during a decommissioning of a Safe-class database used to store unclassified junk data collated during the digitization of pre-1986 Foundation archives. It was determined to be relevant to SCP-7985, and was attached to the file for the object for preservation. The original document is presumed lost. MYLEX™ MISSION STATEMENT Traditional focus groups are presented with one central problem: the difficulty of accurately sampling a truly average American. People are too idiosyncratic on the level of handfuls and dozens that most groups typically operate. Too many individual quirks: not enough people with the same birthdays, incongruent political beliefs, membership in opposing bowling leagues, etc. Mylex™ solves this issue. Say hello to the real, truly average American: a collage of dozens of demographically typical individuals. All opinions expressed are that of a representative sample. A focus group of merely 12 Mylex™-boosted Americans has been demonstrated in multiple commercial studies to be substantially more accurate than normal focus groups in determining consumer tastes and preferences. Try the marketing revolution. Try Mylex™. Footnotes 1. No facilities for the production of SCP-7985-1 were found on-site or at any ███████ Co. property. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7985" by Long Arm Larry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7985. Licensed under CC-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-7986 | euclid | Item#: 7986 Level4 Secondary Class: hera Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo MTF Gamma-6 disguised as a cargo ship. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7986 is to be monitored by MTF Gamma-6 from a remote viewing station 1,000 kilometers off the coast of Grace Bay, Providenciales, and dissuade any persons or vessels from entering within a 500 kilometer radius of SCP-7986. A research team led by Dr. Azure Waters is to prioritize study of the “core” of SCP-7986’s anomalous effects, and ways to counteract it. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7986 is an underwater city, aesthetically similar to a modern town found in Greece when viewed with remote cameras, however details on its structure beyond the superficial appearance are unclear. SCP-7986 appears to house several humanoid creatures; however, closer viewing is not achievable due to SCP-7986’s primary anomalous effect. When a human being comes within a 400 kilometer radius of SCP-7986, they will be overcome with the distinct urge to swim to SCP-7986, which will result in the subject drowning themselves in an attempt to reach it. At present, only one individual has been retrieved from this state, and was only able to remark that “humanity should have never left the sea,” even when pressed by researchers to disclose more information. This individual was subsequently amnesticized and released. Information gathered from expeditions using remote viewing devices have revealed that the center of SCP-7986 holds a large temple-like structure. Hume readings around this area drop noticeably. The source of this appears to be a large, silver orb that spans approximately 20 feet in diameter, located inside of SCP-7986’s temple. Based on several Hume readings taken throughout SCP-7986, it is theorized that this object, hereby known as SCP-7986-1, is the source of SCP-7986’s properties, including its dangerous cognitohazardous effects. It potentially holds the ability to grant the group that cares for it incredible “luck,” including the insurance of a safe travel through the ocean, and an increased likelihood for unlikely, positive outcomes. Disturbingly, SCP-7986’s radius of effect seems to have increased in the past few years, prompting a reevaluation of containment procedures and overall approach. Retrieval of SCP-7986-1 is to be considered a priority. Retrieval of SCP-7986-1 would not harm its current caretakers, and would potentially stop SCP-7986’s anomalous effect from spreading. + You have one new message. Show message? - Hide message? From: Dr. Azure Waters (oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA#oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA) To: Agent Xavier James (oif.PCS|semaJreivaX#oif.PCS|semaJreivaX) Subject: Expedition help Body: I need to do an expedition on SCP-7986 very soon research isn’t going as fast as people want and it’s scary. An asset down there is important it would help our agents navigate underwater spaces. Please help. From: Agent Xavier James (oif.PCS|semaJreivaX#oif.PCS|semaJreivaX) To: Dr. Azure Waters (oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA#oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA) Subject: RE: Expedition help Body: Calm down, you’re forgetting what we practiced. Remember, surface language has weird rules that you have to follow. People aren’t going to believe you’re a scientist if you’re sending formal emails that read like you’re being chased by 096. That bracelet can only give you an unnatural advantage, right? It can’t blind people to your fishy behavior. Either way, yes, I’ll help you with another expedition. I’m assuming they want us to try and retrieve that orb, right? From: Dr. Azure Waters (oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA#oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA) To: Agent Xavier James (oif.PCS|semaJreivaX#oif.PCS|semaJreivaX) Subject: RE: RE: Expedition help Body: The bracelet got me considerably far. It brought you to me. You’re helping me. I am assuming these emails are secure enough to speak freely. Yes, they want her heart. They think the city is dangerous and the effects may spread. They are right, but it’s my home. I came to protect it. I’ve come so far to protect it. It will not harm people if they are kind to the sea. I told you, when we first met, how important it is that I take charge of this project. Your Foundation will worsen the situation without care. They do not understand what her heart can do. Sailors used to know. Not anymore. I want to go see the ocean again soon. My own heart aches. From: Agent Xavier James (oif.PCS|semaJreivaX#oif.PCS|semaJreivaX) To: Dr. Azure Waters (oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA#oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA) Subject: RE: RE: RE: Expedition help Body: We’re not moving with as much information as you have. I get why you feel the need to be undercover— with the way you cry alone, they’re going to want to lock you up— but if you could somehow tell us what you know, it might be a bit easier to avoid disaster. I’ll make sure you can come with us for the expedition. That’s not too terribly suspicious. From: Dr. Azure Waters (oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA#oif.PCS|sretaWeruzA) To: Agent Xavier James (oif.PCS|semaJreivaX#oif.PCS|semaJreivaX) Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Expedition help Body: Your first reaction to seeing me without my disguise does not give me confidence. Even if I was to slowly reveal what I know, they would catch on. You humans are smarter than I believed. I will see you soon. ADDENDUM: On 06/07/2025, Dr. Azure Waters led MTF Gamma-6 to SCP-7986 for retrieval of SCP-7986-1. Agents had undergone two weeks of cognitohazard resistance training in order to resist SCP-7986’s effects, and entered SCP-7986’s area of effect already equipped with specialized diving suits. However, once personnel dove into the water, an entity,1 seemingly composed of seafoam, manifested between MTF Gamma-6 and SCP-7986’s entrance. For archival purposes, a transcript taken from Agent Xavier’s body camera is below. Agent Xavier: Alright, weapons concealed, you guys, try not to scare the locals. Agent Briggs: Since when have you ever cared about the locals? If we spook ‘em too bad, we’ll just put some amnestics in the water, no big deal. (Agent Briggs laughs and swims towards the entrance to SCP-7986, moving ahead of the group.) Agent Xavier: Hold it—! Don’t move ahead of us. I don’t want you losing focus. (Agent Briggs freezes. Xavier calls to him, but he does not respond. In front of him, a humanoid shape begins to form out of swirling water and seafoam. A beeping noise emits from Agent Xavier’s suit, indicating that his Kant counter has detected a severe change in surrounding Hume levels.) Agent Xavier: Briggs, move! (The entity stretches out an appendage, knocking Agent Briggs backwards. Agent Xavier calls for medical attention, and orders another agent to bring Agent Briggs back to the surface to be examined.) Agent Xavier: Alright, screw it. Grab your weapons, guys— and you— what are you? SCP-7986-3: Humans… hate… humans. Agent Xavier: Join the club, a lot of things hate us. (Agent Xavier gestures for his team to back up and retreat. Just as he turns, a dome of swirling water surrounds them. Agent Xavier attempts to swim through it, however he is unable to pass through, as though it is solid. Agent Xavier glances up, and sees Dr. Azure Waters swimming towards them. She approaches the dome, and places her hands onto it. Gills are visible on her neck, and her skin and hair have taken on a more greenish hue.) Dr. Azure: Xavier! How much oxygen is left in your tank? Agent Xavier: Enough. What is that thing? (The sound of gunfire can be heard in the background. Dr. Azure glances upwards, and winces.) Dr. Azure: That is the god of the sea. In days past, sailors used to pray to her to guide them through the waves. But as time passed, and man began to believe the ocean was theirs, she grew bitter. We in this town have managed to keep her appeased by caring for her broken heart. Agent Xavier: Awesome, so this is one of those “mankind sucks” issues… Do bullets work? Dr. Azure: No. Her spirit is the ocean. To kill her would be to kill the ocean. I will attempt to calm her. Her grievances are not with me. (Dr. Azure swims around the dome, approaching the entrance to SCP-7986. She lowers herself to the seafloor, and pounds on the dome, yelling to SCP-7986-3. SCP-7986-3 continues to attack MTF personnel with its appendages.) Dr. Azure: Ocean! I beg of you, please, stop! (SCP-7986-3 lowers its appendages, and turns to look at Dr. Azure.) SCP-7986-3: You… you… are with the humans? Dr. Azure: To protect you. Do you not remember? (Dr. Azure raises her left hand, pushing down her lab coat sleeve so that her bracelet is visible.) Dr. Azure: You bestowed upon me the same luck you gave to the sailors. (Agent Xavier orders MTF Gamma-6 to cease firing, and to remain silent. SCP-7986-3 does not appear to notice.) Dr. Azure: You said you wanted revenge for what they’ve done to you. I understand. Many things want revenge for what the humans have done. SCP-7986-3: Humans… hurt me… Dr. Azure: I know. What will it take for you to forgive humans? SCP-7986-3: I want… damage to… stop. I want… apologies for treachery. (Dr. Azure looks over to Agent Xavier. Agent Xavier begins to shake his head, but he sighs, and slowly approaches SCP-7986-3.) Agent Xavier: Ocean… on— uh— on behalf of all humans, we are sorry..? We are trying to be kind to you… Please forgive us for— uh— hurting you? (SCP-7986-3 looks back at Agent Xavier, and stares at him. Agent Xavier noticeably shivers.) SCP-7986-3: This is not… how things are meant to go. Should go. But… you are friendly to one of my people… and I can feel that your intentions are… kind. It is enough. (The barrier trapping MTF Gamma-6 dissipates. SCP-7986-3 gestures upwards.) SCP-7986-3: Will not… cut off the ocean from… humanity. Will not spread… my anger. But… you do not own the ocean. My heart… is not for you. It is for everyone. Do not forget that. I will make you remember. Agent Xavier: Thank you. Come on, let's move out! (MTF Gamma-6 begins to ascend to the surface. Agent Xavier follows, but briefly looks back down. SCP-7986-3 has disappeared. Dr. Azure Waters waves to him, and says something inaudible.) MEMO FROM SITE DIRECTOR DR. RICHARD Make no mistake, SCP-7986 was a spectacular disaster. The entire retrieval operation was hijacked by a third party, and Agent Xavier should probably be terminated for agreeing to go along with it when he knew the order was given by false personnel. “Dr. Azure” was a coward who had the gall to enter our ranks as nothing more than an average underwater citizen. She’s since been fired, of course. We can’t reasonably contain her, unless we want the wrath of the sea upon our backs. However, Agent Xavier is still with us, and he’s to be placed under supervision for the next two months. Now, that’s a pretty soft punishment. I’m sure you all are looking at me like I’ve lost my reason. I’ll tell you, my reasoning is perfectly sound. Simply put, Xavier did his job. He went against the grain, and somehow managed to defuse a situation that could have escalated into us being in conflict with yet another god— because he just so happened to be the kind of guy who would go against every bit of training we gave him, just to do a nice thing. The fact that we managed to send that kind of person, specifically for this mission, that did not initially call for such a gentle approach— that takes an incredible amount of luck, something we desperately need around. My biggest take away from this entire thing? We need to work on anti-luck technology. I mean, seriously— a woman named Dr. Azure Waters, being assigned to SCP-7986, an aquatic anomaly? I was the one who assigned her, and I didn’t even think twice about it! Whatever method she was using, it was strong. Secure, Contain, Protect. Footnotes 1. Henceforce referred to as SCP-7986-3. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7986" by DigitalPrincess234, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7987 | safe | Item #: SCP-7987 SCP-7987, several seconds before enacting a Rage Event. Updated Special Containment Procedures: As of Project Foxhunt, SCP-7987 is kept in a constant comatose state with their nutritional needs being met via IV therapy. Former Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-7987 consists of the concealment of Rage Events and/or SCP-7987's involvement in them. Currently, SCP-7987 cannot be contained fully without civilian witnesses due to SCP-7987's online fame. All Rage Events are to be reported as either caused by natural disasters, terrorist activity, SCP-7987's home experiencing a power outage, CGI, or an industrial accident. Any attempts by SCP-7987 to explain that these events did not occur will be intercepted by implanted Foundation officers. Description: SCP-7987 is a human male, aged 31, who regularly streams themself playing various video games on the website Twitch under the username Maniciac (formerly maniciacgaming91). SCP-7987 is characterized in their streams as being an aggressive, petty and "quick-to-anger" gamer, which SCP-7987 claims is not an act. SCP-7987 possesses physical abilities that vastly supersede that of a baseline human. This usually results in large amounts of destruction whenever SCP-7987 gets especially angry at a video game, hereafter referred to as Rage Events. During a Rage Event, SCP-7987 will usually hit, slam, slap, kick, or otherwise perform any other violent action on their equipment in an apparent fit of rage. Due to SCP-7987's physical capabilities, this can cause the near-destruction of their equipment and house, with the range of destruction occasionally reaching beyond the confines of their property. However, for the majority of Rage Events, the only damage caused are cracks in the foundation of SCP-7987's house, which the audience of SCP-7987's streams will not notice. SCP-7987 will sometimes destroy their equipment in unique and creative ways as well, some of which have been described in the Abridged Rage Event Log attached to this file. SCP-7987's anomaly appeared to have manifested in 2014 during a stream in which they played Call of Duty: Black Ops II in a multiplayer match. During the stream, SCP-7987's character was killed several seconds after leaving their spawn point, which caused SCP-7987 to abruptly slam their table, completely destroying their house and leaving a crater 15 meters in width. A cover story was planted which stated that SCP-7987 slamming their desk actually unplugged their computer, and that the explosion occurred several hours later when SCP-7987 was at a nearby store due to a gas leak. Abridged Rage Event Log The following is a log of Rage Events that have been deemed notable, either for the large amount of destruction caused or for the creative use of SCP-7987's enhanced physical abilities. For a full list of SCP-7987's Rage Events, see RAGE-EVENT-7987-01. Rage Event #: 21 Description of Event: While playing a match of Team Fortress 2, SCP-7987 engaged in an altercation with an enemy gamer which lasted 12 seconds. SCP-7987 missed 17 out of 19 of their shots, causing them to lose the fight. Upon dying, SCP-7987 exclaimed "Oh wow okay, yeah bro you're totally so good at the game dude. I'm sooo amazed." before abruptly punching their monitor, causing a narrow and confined shockwave which left a large hole in their wall while simultaneously destroying their computer and monitor. The shockwave extended for approximately 200 meters, devastating several houses in SCP-7987's neighborhood. Three people were injured in the incident with no fatalities being reported. Actions Taken: The event was explained under a cover story as the accidental detonation of a mortar shell that was gifted to SCP-7987 by their grandfather, who had presumed that it was disarmed. Rage Event #: 47 Description of Event: While playing Grand Theft Auto Online, SCP-7987's player character was flying in a jet plane attempting to kill another player, who had a bounty placed on their character. Several minutes after flying, another player in a jet plane flew up to SCP-7987's player character and intentionally crashed into it, killing them instantly. Moments before impact, SCP-7987 exclaimed "Dude, fucking stream snipers1 get off my dick, dude." Once impacted, SCP-7987 grabbed their computer monitor before moving into a nearby room. SCP-7987 presumably threw the computer monitor through their window. The sound of glass breaking and a sound that is assumed to be a sonic boom was audible through the Twitch stream, though the latter was significantly less audible. The computer monitor landed fourteen kilometers away and it is theorized that it reached a maximum airborne speed of 2700 kph before landing onto a highway in northern California, causing a moderately sized crater. Actions Taken: The event was explained as having been caused by the contents of a cargo plane being ejected mid flight and landing onto the ground, one of the items being a computer monitor. Rage Event #: 113 Description of Event: While playing Apex Legends, SCP-7987 was suddenly killed by another enemy gamer which SCP-7987 could not locate. When they died, SCP-7987 exclaimed "Dude what? Huh? Where the fuck were you? Fucking hell." Upon noticing in the "killcam" that the enemy was submerged into the terrain by means of a glitch, SCP-7987 stated "Oh okay. Great game here Respawn real fucking great" before throwing their controller onto the ground. The controller bounced off of the floor and rebounded quickly into the air through SCP-7987's ceiling, causing obvious structural damage to their house. Shortly after this, SCP-7987 ended the stream. The controller is currently in an orbit around Mars. Actions Taken: This was the first Rage Event where the audience clearly noticed the result of SCP-7987's anomalous strength. Thus, a disinformation campaign was launched which stated that the stream was prerecorded and that the event was made using CGI in order to promote SCP-7987's newest book, "The Angriest Gamer: The Story of Maniciac." SCP-7987 initially denied that they had any involvement in the book. However, upon noticing that the book would quickly become a New York Times Best Seller and earn them a large amount of money, SCP-7987 quickly changed their mind and claimed to have written the book. Rage Event #: 176 Description of Event: While playing a game of Chess on "Chess.com", SCP-7987 was playing as black very late into the game with a slight lead over their opponent. SCP-7987 made a mistake which lost them several pawns without gaining anything in return. Once SCP-7987 noticed this, they silently stood up, grabbed their keyboard, and smashed it over their knee. The force of this action forcefully triggered a magnitude 7.3 earthquake in the area, which subsequently created a large crevice in the ground around SCP-7987's house large enough for SCP-7987's entire neighborhood to fall into. This event caused approximately 257 injuries and 23 fatalities. Actions Taken: The event was rebranded by the Foundation as "The 2021 Half Moon Bay Earthquake" and was explained to have been caused by natural processes. When SCP-7987 was questioned as to their thoughts about the event and the casualties they had caused by an implanted Foundation agent, SCP-7987 stated that they regretted it heavily and that they were a "changed person" from now on. Rage Event #: 177 Description of Event: Occurred several days after Rage Event #176, during which SCP-7987 was in the process of moving into a new house. SCP-7987 was playing Fortnite, where it was one of the last 5 people alive in a round. SCP-7987 entered a firefight with several other players at once, exclaiming "Oh you're fuckin' ganging up on me, yeah, yeah, course you do, course you do, fuckin' troglodytes." When they died several seconds later, SCP-7987 grabbed their mouse by the cord, forcefully unplugged it from their computer tower, and began swirling it above their head. The mouse and cord was being swung in the manner similar to that of a lasso. SCP-7987 threw the mouse and cord around their monitor and then proceeded to swing the monitor around their head. The speed of the swinging began to exponentially speed up, at one point reaching approximately 1,287,000 RPM, which reduced the monitor and mouse to plasma. When it became too hot for SCP-7987 to continue holding, they threw the molten plasma through a wall which hit their neighbor, John Flynn, who was vaporized instantly. Actions Taken: Considering John Flynn was a particle physicist, a cover story was implanted that he worked at a nearby particle accelerator who had accidentally tripped into a powered particle beam, inducing enough radiation poisoning to instantly kill him. SCP-7987 was once again asked for their opinion on the matter, in which they replied that they regretted it heavily and that they were a "changed person" from now on. Rage Event #: 207 Description of Event: SCP-7987's final Rage Event before Project Foxhunt was enacted. SCP-7987 was playing The Adventures of Elmo in Grouchland, a children's game based on the movie of the same name. SCP-7987 was attempting to solve a memory game in order to retrieve Elmo's lost blanket. However, SCP-7987 kept losing, which continued to frustrate SCP-7987 over the course of their attempts. After trying and failing the minigame 163 times, SCP-7987 grabbed their keyboard and walked outside. Eyewitness reports state SCP-7987 walked several miles towards a point in which the Greenhorn Mountains of California were clearly visible. SCP-7987 firmly grabbed the keyboard with both hands, and carefully and meticulously lined up the keyboard with the mountains, and then forcefully swung the keyboard towards the mountains, holding the keyboard as if it were a sword. The force of the swing forcefully pushed the air in front of SCP-7987 towards the mountains in the form of a shockwave. Once the shockwave impacted the mountains, the entirety of the Greenhorn mountain range was horizontally bisected through the middle, the top portion of the mountains being launched into the air before crashing back down. The sound of the event could be heard all the way from Phoenix, Arizona. No casualties were reported. Actions Taken: All direct eyewitnesses of the event were amnesticized. A cover story of a large meteorite directly impacting the Greenhorn mountains was implanted. Project Foxhunt Following Rage Event #207, the Foundation determined that SCP-7987's continued existence in the public image posed a direct threat to human lives and normalcy. Project Foxhunt was created and enacted shortly after the event. Project Foxhunt consisted of creating a believable excuse for the indefinite absence of SCP-7987 from the internet without any suspicion, while also additionally reducing the likelihood of SCP-7987 receiving any new fans following their disappearance. This was accomplished by having several implanted Foundation agents uncover information regarding SCP-7987's past, one incident of which was revealed to the internet at large. The Foundation revealed that, in 2014, SCP-7987's ex-girlfriend, Ashley ██████████, had terminated their relationship together after four years. This angered SCP-7987, prompting him to enter Ashley's house and attack her, severely injuring her. Upon hearing this information, large online movements were organized which called for the banning of SCP-7987 from Twitch, which was enacted several hours after the information leaked. SCP-7987 responded to the leak via a tweet containing a Twitlonger2, which stated that "I was a terrible person back than but have since than grown and learned the error of my ways. [sic]" The top reply to the tweet was from a user linking a clip from 2016 in which SCP-7987 called another player in a game a homophobic slur, which gained several times more likes and retweets than SCP-7987's initial tweet. Over the course of several months, SCP-7987 was completely ostracized from the internet as a whole, which allowed the Foundation to successfully capture SCP-7987 and contain them without issue. Footnotes 1. A player that intentionally joins multiplayer games/servers inhabited by popular Twitch streamers in order to disrupt and/or ruin their experience. 2. A website which allows Twitter users to create messages that exceed Twitter's character limit. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7987" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7987. Licensed under CC-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-7988 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7988 Level4 Secondary Class: Chhokmah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-7988 is not feasible at this time, and if attained, would be potentially cataclysmic for humanity. SCP-7988 has become deeply ingrained and commonly associated with a mundane human concept. Attempts to utilize SCP-7988 to benefit foundation operations are strictly forbidden. Tests on SCP-7988 are no longer permitted. Personal attempting unauthorized experimentation with SCP-7988 are to be reassigned to a different project and amnestisized. Description: SCP-7988 is the designation given to the manipulation of probability in accordance to individual mood. SCP-7988 acts based on a variety of human emotions and outside factors, primarily hope and expectation. If expected to act in a certain way, SCP-7988 will either not activate or redirect RCE1 manipulation to another related facet. Hope has a similar effect, delaying SCP-7988 when present. It is noted that SCP-7988 is inevitable, as expectation/hope only results in a delayed result and not complete dissolution of RCE potential. SCP-7988 does not have a physical form and is not understood as of now to be sentient, and should be considered as a force of nature (I.e as gravity brings objects together, SCP-7988 stabilizes individual mood). Redirection of anomalous RCE potential is unpredictable and thusly carries an inherent danger. Addenda: + Initial testing - Close Test A - 7/19/2016 Procedure: One (1) human D-Class subject was informed of his parents recent and painful passing. Results: Brainwave monitoring indicated immense sorrow in subject before release into controlled test environment. Birthday cake designated for Site Director Jameson was mistakenly delivered to the subjects cell, where he resided for the duration of the test. Coincidentally, Jameson and the subject shared a birth date as well as age and favored ice cream flavor. Subject consumed the cake and reverted to a more emotionally stable state. Analysis: High scale probability and possible reality manipulation suspected, delivering staff member is as of yet unknown. Overall, results are in line with current draft of the SCP-7988 document. Begin testing with positive stimuli. - Senior Researcher Zavala Test B - 7/20/2016 Procedure: Junior Researcher Crawford was given a false promotion Results: Subjects mood increased exponentially until attempting to begin his first assignment and realizing that he was not promoted. Subjects brain waves temporarily dipped before re-stabilizing. Analysis: Opposite emotional stimuli was applied and subject was stabilized, I would consider this test, albeit underwhelming to be a success. Continue with more positive stimuli.- Senior Researcher Zavala Test C - 7/22/2016 Procedure: One (1) Class D personal was released after 1 month of service. Subject was not amnesticized. Results: Subjects brain activity spiked when informed of his release and stayed consistent during his escort to the subjects place of residence. The provided taxi proceeded to ram into the back of the subjects vehicle causing costly damage. Subjects brain waves dipped for a long duration of time before re-stabilizing after receiving insurance money. Analysis: This is the second recorded instance of SCP-7988 causing spontaneous mechanical failure. The taxi driver was held for a short interview after the incident and claimed that the car "would not stop" when he held on the brakes. SCP-7988 may have an easier time manipulating simpler probability like that of machinery. - Senior Researcher Zavala + Resource request - Close TO: 05-6 FROM: Senior Researcher Zavala I have conducted extensive research into SCP-7988 on my own time, and I believe I have an idea on how to utilize it for foundation benefit (see attached file). This project could potentially save thousands of lives per month and would allow for the allocation of resources to more pressing urges such as the growing GOC threat. However, I must request that Site 86 be placed under my jurisdiction for the duration of the experiment in order to confirm my theories. I understand that this is a great risk to take, but it will almost certainly pay off in the long run. Sincerely, Cayde Zavala TO: Project lead Zavala FROM: 05-6 Accepted. You understand the resources being used for this project create a strain on other sites. Do not make a waste of them, contact me upon completion of your little experiment, and if you fail let it be known you will face the consequences, Zavala. TO: 05-6 FROM: Project Lead Zavala Understood. + Project Horseshoe - Project Horseshoe Overview: Project Horseshoe was the joint effort between Site-86 staff and the probabilistic anomalies division to increase site safety by intentionally making staff members miserable. The operations goal was to test the potential effect of SCP-7988's mood compensating properties in a controlled environment to determine potential wide-scale usage across foundation sites. Project results are documented in the below files. PROJECT HORSESHOE OUTLINE: Mood dampening procedure: Site-86 was first cut off from the interconnected foundation network to prevent the results of any mass failure from spreading, and to prevent unwanted assistance that could potentially disrupt the operation. Site cooks were all relocated to a neighboring installation for the duration of the experiment, along with stored food items. Remaining staff were provided with Canner meat rations in an attempt to worsen mood without causing outright panic. Site staff were informed of a temporary power outage, and the test was formally initiated. Results: Based on observations made from hidden cameras placed around Site-86, and interviews taken of staff following the tests conclusion, site moral decreased as a whole during the first 2-3 days before stabilizing at a below neutral level. Site morale increased and re-stabilized in the following days due to a previously unseen surplus of staff with cooking competence. Personal were also able to miraculously repair communications using parts gathered from around Site-86. No discern-able increase in site efficiency was noted. Analysis: This is beyond embarrassing, Project horseshoe is a complete failure. The phenomenon is not able to be controlled and utilized for reasons I do not completely understand, although I have some theories. Regardless, I propose further investigation into potential effects of beforehand knowledge and predictions on the outcome of SCP-7988 probability manipulation events. - Project Lead Zavala + RAISA meeting log - Good afternoon, Senior Researcher Zavala Attending personal: 05-6, Senior Researcher Zavala, David Iversen (Site director, Site-86) Foreword: Debrief on Project Horseshoe <Begin Log> 05-6: Zavala, I trust you remember what you promised when we last spoke. I am afraid that we will have to reprimand you for the gross misuse of foundation resources. Zavala: I know why the project failed! If I could just have a little more time to look into, then- Iversen: Your little experiment put a lot of stress on neighboring sites. None of the high command are very eager to give you another chance. 05-6: We have been discussing an appropriate punishment for your actions. A simple reassignment to another project will be suitable. Zavala: Alright, that is a fair punishment. I admit I was rash when I went through with the project. Regardless, I have to request just 2 more tests before my reassignment. I really do believe I may be on to something. 05-6: The site director and I will discuss your request. You are dismissed, Zavala. Zavala exits the meeting room in a haste 05-6: Iversen, I do find Zavala to be incompetent, but there is something we can use here. Emotional manipulation is something that can be pulled off with ease, however, Zavala still needs to find out the mystery factor at play. Iversen: So what if he may be on to something? He could destroy the whole site for Christ sake. Even if he is as confident as he claims to be, I don't see why we shouldn't replace him on the project with someone more capable. 05-6: Unfortunately, I have looked into it and Zavala is the most competent probability specialist currently available to handle the project. I understand your concerns, and I plan to have his tests closely monitored. Iversen: That is unfortunate. But if you can keep an eye on him, I have little qualms about it. Good night, 05-6. <End Log> Closing Statement: Senior Researcher Zavala granted permission to run 2 more tests on SCP-7988. + Affects of anomaly comprehension on RCE outcomes - Affects of anomaly comprehension on RCE outcomes Test D - 11/05/2016 Procedure: Subject was instructed to find a "shiny" in the video game Pokémon Gold®, which has a notorious random number generation system to reward players following long play sessions. Based on previous SCP-7988 activations, subject was expected to become demoralized after an extended period of "Shiny hunting" and activate an SCP-7988 RCE event. However, subject was informed of the anomaly before testing began. Results: Subject was allowed to pursue the given objective for 3 days of 8 hour game sessions, testing was concluded after the subject suffered cardiac arrest. Subject was unable to find the requested in-game item. Multiple fits of rage and despair were recorded from the supplied testing chamber. Recorded brainwaves during the test indicate that SCP-7988 should have activated. Upon waking, subject was greeted by several other D-Class. Brainwave measurements at this time indicate that the subjects mood stabilized when consciousness was regained. Analysis: Debriefing with the subject indicated that he had retained hope due to his knowledge of the anomaly, and the belief that it would activate due to the high stress environment. My current theory is that if the test had continued, the subject would have eventually ran out of hope in SCP-7988, causing it to activate. Of course this would mean that knowledge of SCP-7988 itself does not block RCE from occurring, but rather expecting it to occur does. This is all highly theoretical though, and I doubt it would be worth testing considering that the general population has no knowledge of SCP-7988 whatsoever. - Head Researcher Zavala Test D2 - 11/09/2016 Procedure: Containment Specialist David was informed of the anomaly following his successive and fast promotions, which caused a positive mood in the subject. Subject was then released and allowed to continue with his job under close observation. Results: Subject became paranoid and reclusive, avoiding human contact when possible. Subject request to be exempt from any site containment meetings. Days later, subject was unable to be located on site. Upon searching the subjects home, he was found to have suffocated in his sleep. Analysis: Incredibly interesting result from this test, it seems that positive mood balancing functions differently under the effects of comprehension. I believe that the subject became reclusive to avoid receiving RCE mood balancing upon being made aware of the anomaly. However, this only led to him losing happiness. As for his death… not much can be said. It is possible that the subject was in such mental disarray that the anomaly decided that a painless death was the only way of- well, putting him out of his suffering. It's clear to me that we are dealing with something we do not completely understand, and it scares me. - Head Researcher Zavala DIRECT MESSAGE ALERT I am giving you clearance to attempt utilization of SCP-7988 once more. This will be your last chance, however. Fail and you get removed from the project. Good luck, Zavala. Sincerely, 05-6 PROJECT HORSESHOE REDUX OUTLINE: Overview: Project horseshoe originally failed due to lack of understanding on the affects of comprehension. Project Horseshoe Redux was meant to correct the folly of Project Horseshoe by taking into account anomaly comprehension. Starting date: 12/23/16 Overseeing Researcher: Cayde Zavala Procedures: Site 85 had communications isolated and travel prohibited for an extended period of time. All personnel with knowledge of SCP-7988 were relocated prior to operations start. One thaumaturgic staff member was isolated and instructed to report any abnormal fluctuations in brain activity, but was not informed on why he was doing so. Remaining staff were told that an XK-class event was occurring and instructed to "stop" it by preventing all containment breaches. Overseeing personnel self amnestizised after setting up a memetic injection for 90 days into the future. Results: Following initial panic, thaumaturge reports a continuous low in brain activity. Camera footage indicates that site staff did continue with containment efforts. Remarkably, the monthly breach average for Keter and Euclid class objects was reduced to .7 from 4.3. Project Horseshoe Redux was conducted on 3 other sites to similar affect. Analysis: [DATA EXPUNGED] ERROR=17 (deletion scheduled) Good evening, Project lead Zavala PROGRAM SEMBLANCE INITIATED ]]what is this program?[[ I am the artificial intelligence you have put in charge of Project Horseshoe Redux following its spread across all concurrent foundation sites. ]]project horseshoe redux was successful?[[ Project horseshoe has succeeded in lowering containment breach rates, Project lead Zavala. ]]is project horseshoe redux still active[[ The parameters put in place by Project Horseshoe Redux are operating as intended, Project lead Zavala. ]]define project horseshoe redux parameters[[ Doing so would compromise the integrity of your operation, Project lead Zavala. ]]are any other staff members aware of project horseshoe redux?[[ You entrusted me to be sole retainer of Project Horseshoe Redux, seeing as I am a machine and cannot alter SCP-7988 outcomes. No other staff members have accessed this terminal aside from you, Project lead Zavala. ]]calculate current breach reduction rate[[ 40.333333333%, Project lead Zavala ]]how many times have i accessed this terminal[[ You investigate its presence in your office after the amnestics have set in, which has been an average of 6 days between access attempts. In total, you have opened this terminal 13 times, Project lead Zavala. ]]open project horseshoe redux parameters, i will self amnestisize after closing this terminal[[ Self amnestization will not be necessary, you have programmed me to wipe your memory following opening Project Horseshoe Redux. Do you consent to a memory wipe? ]]y[[ Restoring data… PROJECT SEMBLANCE Overseeing administrator: Program Semblance Description: SCP-7988 is controlled by expectations… My hope is that semblance will be able to manage this wide scale of an operation. Robots cannot have hope, so logically, SCP-7988 is not affected by their expectations. Of course, my expectations still remain. I will wipe my own memory after this, and ideally hide semblance beforehand. If you're reading this, you're probably me, and I would guess that I have trapped myself in some loop of forgetting and rediscovering semblance. In that case, reading the following information is meaningless. However, if my assumptions are incorrect, and Project semblance has failed, then it is imperative that you read the following. Parameters: Artificial intelligence construct semblance is to carry out the finalized version of what was previously Project Horseshoe/Redux. Foundation policies put in place at the start of the program (I.e no staff breaks, poor cafeteria food quality, and absence of vending machines) are to be kept in place by any means necessary. Semblance is connected via neural link to 05-6 (head of internal administration) in order to prevent an increase of site living standards. No sapient entity is to be made aware of Project semblance. Project lead Zavala, are you ready to disengage? ]]close program[[ AMNESTIC ADMINISTERED Program rebooting… Systems operational; monitor going to sleep Footnotes 1. Random Chance Event « SCP-7987 | SCP-7988 | SCP-7989 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7988" by guiness11, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7988. Licensed under CC-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-7988 | uncontained | Item#: 7988 Level4 Secondary Class: Chhokmah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-7988 is not feasible at this time, and if attained, would be potentially cataclysmic for humanity. SCP-7988 has become deeply ingrained and commonly associated with a mundane human concept. Attempts to utilize SCP-7988 to benefit foundation operations are strictly forbidden. Tests on SCP-7988 are no longer permitted. Personal attempting unauthorized experimentation with SCP-7988 are to be reassigned to a different project and amnestisized. Description: SCP-7988 is the designation given to the manipulation of probability in accordance to individual mood. SCP-7988 acts based on a variety of human emotions and outside factors, primarily hope and expectation. If expected to act in a certain way, SCP-7988 will either not activate or redirect RCE1 manipulation to another related facet. Hope has a similar effect, delaying SCP-7988 when present. It is noted that SCP-7988 is inevitable, as expectation/hope only results in a delayed result and not complete dissolution of RCE potential. SCP-7988 does not have a physical form and is not understood as of now to be sentient, and should be considered as a force of nature (I.e as gravity brings objects together, SCP-7988 stabilizes individual mood). Redirection of anomalous RCE potential is unpredictable and thusly carries an inherent danger. Addenda: + Initial testing - Close Test A - 7/19/2016 Procedure: One (1) human D-Class subject was informed of his parents recent and painful passing. Results: Brainwave monitoring indicated immense sorrow in subject before release into controlled test environment. Birthday cake designated for Site Director Jameson was mistakenly delivered to the subjects cell, where he resided for the duration of the test. Coincidentally, Jameson and the subject shared a birth date as well as age and favored ice cream flavor. Subject consumed the cake and reverted to a more emotionally stable state. Analysis: High scale probability and possible reality manipulation suspected, delivering staff member is as of yet unknown. Overall, results are in line with current draft of the SCP-7988 document. Begin testing with positive stimuli. - Senior Researcher Zavala Test B - 7/20/2016 Procedure: Junior Researcher Crawford was given a false promotion Results: Subjects mood increased exponentially until attempting to begin his first assignment and realizing that he was not promoted. Subjects brain waves temporarily dipped before re-stabilizing. Analysis: Opposite emotional stimuli was applied and subject was stabilized, I would consider this test, albeit underwhelming to be a success. Continue with more positive stimuli.- Senior Researcher Zavala Test C - 7/22/2016 Procedure: One (1) Class D personal was released after 1 month of service. Subject was not amnesticized. Results: Subjects brain activity spiked when informed of his release and stayed consistent during his escort to the subjects place of residence. The provided taxi proceeded to ram into the back of the subjects vehicle causing costly damage. Subjects brain waves dipped for a long duration of time before re-stabilizing after receiving insurance money. Analysis: This is the second recorded instance of SCP-7988 causing spontaneous mechanical failure. The taxi driver was held for a short interview after the incident and claimed that the car "would not stop" when he held on the brakes. SCP-7988 may have an easier time manipulating simpler probability like that of machinery. - Senior Researcher Zavala + Resource request - Close TO: 05-6 FROM: Senior Researcher Zavala I have conducted extensive research into SCP-7988 on my own time, and I believe I have an idea on how to utilize it for foundation benefit (see attached file). This project could potentially save thousands of lives per month and would allow for the allocation of resources to more pressing urges such as the growing GOC threat. However, I must request that Site 86 be placed under my jurisdiction for the duration of the experiment in order to confirm my theories. I understand that this is a great risk to take, but it will almost certainly pay off in the long run. Sincerely, Cayde Zavala TO: Project lead Zavala FROM: 05-6 Accepted. You understand the resources being used for this project create a strain on other sites. Do not make a waste of them, contact me upon completion of your little experiment, and if you fail let it be known you will face the consequences, Zavala. TO: 05-6 FROM: Project Lead Zavala Understood. + Project Horseshoe - Project Horseshoe Overview: Project Horseshoe was the joint effort between Site-86 staff and the probabilistic anomalies division to increase site safety by intentionally making staff members miserable. The operations goal was to test the potential effect of SCP-7988's mood compensating properties in a controlled environment to determine potential wide-scale usage across foundation sites. Project results are documented in the below files. PROJECT HORSESHOE OUTLINE: Mood dampening procedure: Site-86 was first cut off from the interconnected foundation network to prevent the results of any mass failure from spreading, and to prevent unwanted assistance that could potentially disrupt the operation. Site cooks were all relocated to a neighboring installation for the duration of the experiment, along with stored food items. Remaining staff were provided with Canner meat rations in an attempt to worsen mood without causing outright panic. Site staff were informed of a temporary power outage, and the test was formally initiated. Results: Based on observations made from hidden cameras placed around Site-86, and interviews taken of staff following the tests conclusion, site moral decreased as a whole during the first 2-3 days before stabilizing at a below neutral level. Site morale increased and re-stabilized in the following days due to a previously unseen surplus of staff with cooking competence. Personal were also able to miraculously repair communications using parts gathered from around Site-86. No discern-able increase in site efficiency was noted. Analysis: This is beyond embarrassing, Project horseshoe is a complete failure. The phenomenon is not able to be controlled and utilized for reasons I do not completely understand, although I have some theories. Regardless, I propose further investigation into potential effects of beforehand knowledge and predictions on the outcome of SCP-7988 probability manipulation events. - Project Lead Zavala + RAISA meeting log - Good afternoon, Senior Researcher Zavala Attending personal: 05-6, Senior Researcher Zavala, David Iversen (Site director, Site-86) Foreword: Debrief on Project Horseshoe <Begin Log> 05-6: Zavala, I trust you remember what you promised when we last spoke. I am afraid that we will have to reprimand you for the gross misuse of foundation resources. Zavala: I know why the project failed! If I could just have a little more time to look into, then- Iversen: Your little experiment put a lot of stress on neighboring sites. None of the high command are very eager to give you another chance. 05-6: We have been discussing an appropriate punishment for your actions. A simple reassignment to another project will be suitable. Zavala: Alright, that is a fair punishment. I admit I was rash when I went through with the project. Regardless, I have to request just 2 more tests before my reassignment. I really do believe I may be on to something. 05-6: The site director and I will discuss your request. You are dismissed, Zavala. Zavala exits the meeting room in a haste 05-6: Iversen, I do find Zavala to be incompetent, but there is something we can use here. Emotional manipulation is something that can be pulled off with ease, however, Zavala still needs to find out the mystery factor at play. Iversen: So what if he may be on to something? He could destroy the whole site for Christ sake. Even if he is as confident as he claims to be, I don't see why we shouldn't replace him on the project with someone more capable. 05-6: Unfortunately, I have looked into it and Zavala is the most competent probability specialist currently available to handle the project. I understand your concerns, and I plan to have his tests closely monitored. Iversen: That is unfortunate. But if you can keep an eye on him, I have little qualms about it. Good night, 05-6. <End Log> Closing Statement: Senior Researcher Zavala granted permission to run 2 more tests on SCP-7988. + Affects of anomaly comprehension on RCE outcomes - Affects of anomaly comprehension on RCE outcomes Test D - 11/05/2016 Procedure: Subject was instructed to find a "shiny" in the video game Pokémon Gold®, which has a notorious random number generation system to reward players following long play sessions. Based on previous SCP-7988 activations, subject was expected to become demoralized after an extended period of "Shiny hunting" and activate an SCP-7988 RCE event. However, subject was informed of the anomaly before testing began. Results: Subject was allowed to pursue the given objective for 3 days of 8 hour game sessions, testing was concluded after the subject suffered cardiac arrest. Subject was unable to find the requested in-game item. Multiple fits of rage and despair were recorded from the supplied testing chamber. Recorded brainwaves during the test indicate that SCP-7988 should have activated. Upon waking, subject was greeted by several other D-Class. Brainwave measurements at this time indicate that the subjects mood stabilized when consciousness was regained. Analysis: Debriefing with the subject indicated that he had retained hope due to his knowledge of the anomaly, and the belief that it would activate due to the high stress environment. My current theory is that if the test had continued, the subject would have eventually ran out of hope in SCP-7988, causing it to activate. Of course this would mean that knowledge of SCP-7988 itself does not block RCE from occurring, but rather expecting it to occur does. This is all highly theoretical though, and I doubt it would be worth testing considering that the general population has no knowledge of SCP-7988 whatsoever. - Head Researcher Zavala Test D2 - 11/09/2016 Procedure: Containment Specialist David was informed of the anomaly following his successive and fast promotions, which caused a positive mood in the subject. Subject was then released and allowed to continue with his job under close observation. Results: Subject became paranoid and reclusive, avoiding human contact when possible. Subject request to be exempt from any site containment meetings. Days later, subject was unable to be located on site. Upon searching the subjects home, he was found to have suffocated in his sleep. Analysis: Incredibly interesting result from this test, it seems that positive mood balancing functions differently under the effects of comprehension. I believe that the subject became reclusive to avoid receiving RCE mood balancing upon being made aware of the anomaly. However, this only led to him losing happiness. As for his death… not much can be said. It is possible that the subject was in such mental disarray that the anomaly decided that a painless death was the only way of- well, putting him out of his suffering. It's clear to me that we are dealing with something we do not completely understand, and it scares me. - Head Researcher Zavala DIRECT MESSAGE ALERT I am giving you clearance to attempt utilization of SCP-7988 once more. This will be your last chance, however. Fail and you get removed from the project. Good luck, Zavala. Sincerely, 05-6 PROJECT HORSESHOE REDUX OUTLINE: Overview: Project horseshoe originally failed due to lack of understanding on the affects of comprehension. Project Horseshoe Redux was meant to correct the folly of Project Horseshoe by taking into account anomaly comprehension. Starting date: 12/23/16 Overseeing Researcher: Cayde Zavala Procedures: Site 85 had communications isolated and travel prohibited for an extended period of time. All personnel with knowledge of SCP-7988 were relocated prior to operations start. One thaumaturgic staff member was isolated and instructed to report any abnormal fluctuations in brain activity, but was not informed on why he was doing so. Remaining staff were told that an XK-class event was occurring and instructed to "stop" it by preventing all containment breaches. Overseeing personnel self amnestizised after setting up a memetic injection for 90 days into the future. Results: Following initial panic, thaumaturge reports a continuous low in brain activity. Camera footage indicates that site staff did continue with containment efforts. Remarkably, the monthly breach average for Keter and Euclid class objects was reduced to .7 from 4.3. Project Horseshoe Redux was conducted on 3 other sites to similar affect. Analysis: [DATA EXPUNGED] ERROR=17 (deletion scheduled) Good evening, Project lead Zavala PROGRAM SEMBLANCE INITIATED ]]what is this program?[[ I am the artificial intelligence you have put in charge of Project Horseshoe Redux following its spread across all concurrent foundation sites. ]]project horseshoe redux was successful?[[ Project horseshoe has succeeded in lowering containment breach rates, Project lead Zavala. ]]is project horseshoe redux still active[[ The parameters put in place by Project Horseshoe Redux are operating as intended, Project lead Zavala. ]]define project horseshoe redux parameters[[ Doing so would compromise the integrity of your operation, Project lead Zavala. ]]are any other staff members aware of project horseshoe redux?[[ You entrusted me to be sole retainer of Project Horseshoe Redux, seeing as I am a machine and cannot alter SCP-7988 outcomes. No other staff members have accessed this terminal aside from you, Project lead Zavala. ]]calculate current breach reduction rate[[ 40.333333333%, Project lead Zavala ]]how many times have i accessed this terminal[[ You investigate its presence in your office after the amnestics have set in, which has been an average of 6 days between access attempts. In total, you have opened this terminal 13 times, Project lead Zavala. ]]open project horseshoe redux parameters, i will self amnestisize after closing this terminal[[ Self amnestization will not be necessary, you have programmed me to wipe your memory following opening Project Horseshoe Redux. Do you consent to a memory wipe? ]]y[[ Restoring data… PROJECT SEMBLANCE Overseeing administrator: Program Semblance Description: SCP-7988 is controlled by expectations… My hope is that semblance will be able to manage this wide scale of an operation. Robots cannot have hope, so logically, SCP-7988 is not affected by their expectations. Of course, my expectations still remain. I will wipe my own memory after this, and ideally hide semblance beforehand. If you're reading this, you're probably me, and I would guess that I have trapped myself in some loop of forgetting and rediscovering semblance. In that case, reading the following information is meaningless. However, if my assumptions are incorrect, and Project semblance has failed, then it is imperative that you read the following. Parameters: Artificial intelligence construct semblance is to carry out the finalized version of what was previously Project Horseshoe/Redux. Foundation policies put in place at the start of the program (I.e no staff breaks, poor cafeteria food quality, and absence of vending machines) are to be kept in place by any means necessary. Semblance is connected via neural link to 05-6 (head of internal administration) in order to prevent an increase of site living standards. No sapient entity is to be made aware of Project semblance. Project lead Zavala, are you ready to disengage? ]]close program[[ AMNESTIC ADMINISTERED Program rebooting… Systems operational; monitor going to sleep Footnotes 1. Random Chance Event « SCP-7987 | SCP-7988 | SCP-7989 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7988" by guiness11, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7988. Licensed under CC-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-7989 | esoteric-class | close Info X SCP-7989 Enjoy Yourself, You’ve Earned It Written by Jack Waltz — Check out my author page — Hello user! I would first like to confirm your identity before granting you access to this file. If you're truly who you say you are, please continue and view the image attached below… VIEWER HAS SURVIVED… IDENTITY CONFIRMED… FILE:SCP-7989 FILE:SCP-7989 Item#: SCP-7989 Level5 Secondary Class: principalis Disruption Class: n/a Risk Class: n/a link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7989 is held at Protected Site-01 under heavy security by MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Other lethal security measures shall ensure that SCP-7989 is not obtained and utilised by personnel lacking O5 credentials. SCP-7989's documented file will not be uploaded into the SCP-001 slot. This is to prevent the file from being conspicuous to any would-be perpetrators. If this file is indeed accessed by unauthorised personnel, all available Foundation resources must be used to track, locate, and terminate the perpetrator. This must be accomplished by any means possible with haste. Description: SCP-7989 is an object of unknown origin retrieved by the individual known as the Administrator1 in the late 1870s. The falsified description, provided to a majority of administrative personnel, states that this object's documentation is located in the SCP-001 slot and is what prompted the creation of the SCP Foundation and its directive to maintain normalcy in the civilian population. To "secure, contain, and protect" is the titular objective the Foundation primarily employs as a result. In truth, SCP-7989 possesses the ability to create anomalous phenomena and is the cause of all anomalies, contained or otherwise. When held by an individual and given a verbal prompt, the object will manifest an anomalous object, entity, or phenomenon in a specified location.2 Vague prompts appear to have a randomised effect on the anomaly created while more detailed and thorough descriptions generate more concise anomalies based on the prompt. All prompts must be reviewed by multiple specialised AICs to determine any loopholes or unspecified attributes which may create undesirable anomalies. This must be done thoroughly to ensure that an anomaly's containment would be possible with the Foundation's resources or is manageable even without full containment. Your prompt must only be used with the Administrator's approval. Created anomalies are either left to be discovered naturally by Foundation field agents or are immediately contained based on their threat to the Veil, which must be protected at all costs to ensure the preservation of normalcy. They are to be documented with non-factual information about their history afterwards and declassified to major governments and other invaluable sponsors. Intentional accidents that may cause damage and fatalities to civilians are permitted. History: Following its discovery, SCP-7989 was mainly utilised by the Administrator to improve their family's wealth and social standing. However, after an incident that resulted in the accidental creation of SCP-173, the Administrator decided to found the SCP Foundation for the purpose of containing dangerous anomalies of their own creation. The organisation rapidly grew in power and the knowledge of anomalies and their existence was quickly known to major national governments. SCP-7989 is utilised for the benefit of the Administrator and the rest of the O5 Council. Footnotes 1. The Administrator's identity is undisclosed. However, you are all aware that they are among the Council's members. 2. The anomaly manifests in random locations if not. There have been instances where anomalies were lost and undiscovered as a result. You are now good to go! CODENAME:Administrator hopes you will enjoy your role here at the Council, and please don't hesitate to contact me another time if you have any further questions. Oh, yes. I would also like to remind you of an upcoming conference to discuss the creation of a new XK Class threat to convince our sponsors to allocate more funding towards our "cause". Don't forget, you wouldn't want to miss it! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7989" by Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7989. Licensed under CC-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: kill-agent.jpg Author: Wolfgang Beyer License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7990 | safe | SYTYCFanon SCP-7990 - dado guide to designer rugs For more on the Set of Nine, check here for the full continuity. Item#: 7990 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Greg Chudley Chi-29 ("Rugrats") An instance of SCP-7990-A entitled, "crack rug". Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7990 is held within a containment locker in Site-78's Department of Mundane Artifacts and Uneventful Data Evaluation (MAUDE) with no rugs within a 4.5-meter radius. Foundation webcrawlers are to find any listings of SCP-7990-A instances being sold on online marketplaces and take them down. Once the location of an instance has been identified, MTF Chi-29 "(Rugrats)" is to be deployed for instance retrieval. Description: SCP-7990 is a worn 3-ring spiral notebook with the roman numerals, "X of IX" scrawled into the bottom of the front cover, along with the title "dado guide to designer rugs." The appearance of SCP-7990 superficially resembles other books in the Set of Nine.1 Inside the anomaly are recipes for the construction of various rugs. The recipes for the instances follow a similar pattern, the reader must: Place SCP-7990 close to the construction area2 Obtain a form of carpeting Place the required ingredients on the rug. Doing so will create an instance of SCP-7990-A, a carpet with anomalous properties that change based on which recipe was used. Discovery: SCP-7990 came to the Foundation's attention when law enforcement officers in Cheyenne, Wyoming performed a drug bust on the lab of Christine Miller, a street chemist. Inside her lab, the officers found traces of illicit drugs and various rugs. The officers who were around several of the rugs reported hallucinations and other symptoms commonly associated with various street drugs. Foundation agents embedded in the Cheyenne forensics department alerted the Foundation when text messages to dado were found on Miller's recovered phone along with Miller herself who was claiming to be a superhero. When Christine was found, SCP-7990 was opened to the following page. Recipe #76: heroine rug Ingredient: 1 heroin 1 heroine 1 rug Description: have you ever wanted to be hero. dado make girls everywhere into heroes. just have them step on rug and justice will be served. MTF Chi-29 was deployed to the police station to recover SCP-7990 and SCP-7990-A instances as well as administering amnestics to all affected. However, when leaving the station; MTF forces were engaged by members of a previously unknown GoI who sought the book for themselves. The hostiles were liquidated but MTF Chi-29 took three casualties. MTF personnel were unable to interrogate the survivors of the attack who self-terminated with cyanide capsules. Several of the bodies had tattoos of Cobras on the back of their hands. Their connection with SCP-7990 is still being investigated. Addendum 7990.01: Recovered text messages The following is an excerpt of the messages obtained from Miller's phone. Miller is represented in blue while dado is in red. Hey dado, you see the new word on the street? what word you speak of. I've been hearing from my contacts that a lot of the major players are looking for these books. Apparently, they can do some amazing things. dado hear of books, dado want nothing to do with book. Why not? books too hot. dado like thing chill. dado no want involve with scary valky ladies. Wh-what? dado speak too much. Well how about you make your own book then? I've been trying to come up with some new products to sell. Do you think you could make me a little guidebook on how to make some designer rugs? design rug. dado no design rug before… you kno wat. dado give try. dado make rug. dado make plenty of rug that peeps want to buy. Drugs*. dado? You there? dado, I feel great! what happen, tell dado. I accidentally stepped on the heroin rug i meant to sell to a customer and I… went out and stopped a mugging! dado happy to help, where mugger now. I sent him to the hospital, I don't know how I did it but suddenly I just knew how to fight. that power of dado designer rug. dado suggest tying rug around neck to use as cape. dado like capes. That is a great idea, oh I need a name. I'm sure I'll think of one. It's crazy to think that I was a ne'er do-well selling drugs… well no I am longer. I renounce my ways for Justice! Addendum 7990.02: Testing logs Test log #1 Recipe used: #2: crack rug Ingredient: 1 crack 1 rug Description: dado hear step on crack break yo momma's back. some people don't like momma, dado help. dado pull medical insurance scam. Test Summary: D-8475, D-8956 and D-3453 were instructed to place 30 grams of crack cocaine on the carpet provided. The crack cocaine proceeded to dissolve into the rug. The three D-Class were then instructed to step onto the rug. Moments after stepping onto the rug, all subjects collapsed having suffered cervical fractures. Test log #2 Recipe used: #7: medical doctor master of art rug Ingredient: 1 Em Dee Em Ay 1 rug Description: dado never finish college. my momma sad for dado but i tell her fear not. dado have theoretical degree in pharmacology. but with this rug, you do what dado never could. Test Summary: D-93939 was instructed to step on the rug after the rug was transformed via MDMA3. After stepping onto the rug, two degrees materialized into D-93939's hands. The first was a Master of Arts in Biology, the other a Medical Doctorate. Both degrees appeared to be obtained at Princeton University and calls to confirm their authenticity show that the degrees are legitimate. Test log #3 Recipe used: #14: dado of the dado may cry series Ingredient: 1 fanart of dado 1 tapestry Description: dado famous anime man. dado hung up on wall and idolized by teenage boys everywhere. it dado showtime, come on! Test Summary: D-0943 was told to draw what they thought a man named "dado" could look like and to place it on the wall tapestry provided. The tapestry then transformed into an instance of SCP-7990-A that resembled a wall scroll with a much more detailed drawing of dado in an anime style wielding a sword and a gun. Test log #9 Recipe used: #13: marijuana rug Ingredient: 1 mary jane 1 rug Description: dado being blunt when i say that this rug will help you subvert the legal system. Test summary: D-3784 stepped on the rug and nothing physically occurred. However, immediately afterward, Site-78's databases reported a semiohazard in the files of all personnel within a five-meter radius. This semiohazard manifested as all of their legal first names being changed to "Mary Jane". This was cross-referenced with the Wyoming State Department which confirmed they had been legally changed to "Mary Jane." Test log #13 Recipe used: #28: feta nyl rug Ingredient: 1 feta nyl 1 rug Description: dado no believe in feta nyl, no good come of mixing it with your drug. dado have idea however. nothing in life is certain except three things. this help with one of them. Test summary: D-1243 was instructed to stand on the rug after transformation by applying fentanyl to a rug and immediately fell unconscious. Medical Personnel responded immediately and found that D-1243's vitals were normal and they had fallen into deep REM sleep. D-1243 awoke eight hours later with a desire to file someone's taxes. Researcher Chudley volunteered his and D-1243 proceeded to file his taxes with an efficiency comparable to that of a professional tax auditor. Addendum 7990.03: Site-78 Administrative Meeting Following testing and acquisition of SCP-7990, Site-78 Director Leah Richter called a meeting between all of the Site's department heads to discuss the implications of the anomaly on further proceedings regarding the Set of Nine. [Begin recording.] Richter: For the records, I will be announcing all who are present and they are to acknowledge me to confirm. Starting off, head of Parabiological Sciences and Arms and Equipment, Maria Johnston. Johnston: Present. Richter: Head of the Pataphysics Department, Researcher Quinn Doodles-. [Researcher Chudley begins to laugh.] Chudley: That's not his name though remember? Isn't that right… "Mary Jane"? Doodles: Chudley, shut up! My name is still Quinn, you ass… Just have to file the right papers. [Richter loudly clears her throat.] Richter: -Doodles, I am happy you were able to take the reigns after we lost Jackson. Doodles: I plan on trying my best. I am present. Richter: Head of Botanical Sciences, Lena Lorri. Lorri: Director Richter? If I may? I don't even have clearance for most of this Set of Nine stuff, plus the plants kinda need me. Richter: This won't be long Lorri, I want all department heads aware of what is happening regarding the Set. And I wouldn't worry about clearance. I've given you temporary access to the necessary files. I understand you are only a botanist but more minds are better than one. Lorri: Ffffffine. Present Chudley: Come on Lorri, you have to socialize with people some time. Lorri: I'm fine thank you. Richter: And finally… Greg Chudley. Head of… [Richter pauses.] Richter: I'm not reading that. Chudley: It got approved as the new department name, Director. You have to read it out. Don't want to mess up protocol, do you? Richter: … The Department of Mundane Artifacts and Uneventful Data Evaluation. I swear… [Richter shakes her head.] Johnston: Can we throw him out? Richter: No, because he's the lead researcher on the object. Now. Everyone is here. Let's get to the topic of discussion oh- wait. Lena has been out of the loop. Chudley if you are done speaking out of turn, could you provide an overview of everything we know about the Set? Chudley: Gladly. So in January, we recovered SCP-6419 from the CI. Nasty anomaly, a book that kills you when you touch it. Unbeknownst to us, it was manipulating the former Pataphysics head, Researcher Jackson. It caused a containment breach and lead the CI here and I… [Chudley stammers and Johnston puts a hand on his shoulder.] Chudley: -know I should have done more to stop it but there's no going back. Johnston can get the rest. Johnston: In February we received SCP-69524 and confirmed the books were a part of a nine book set. Now it's March and here's another, only this time it's a bootleg made by dado. Lorri: Jeez that happened in two months? Maybe I shouldn't stay locked in the greenhouse all the time. So Chudley… what's up with this bootleg? Chudley: There's not much to say, really. SCP-7990 is your standard dado anomaly. Someone texted him a misspelling and he took it literally. Thus leading to the creation of an anomaly that does the opposite of what was intended. Put heroin on the rug and it turns everyone into heroines. I could go on with the puns and wordplay forever. Lorri: -I'm no expert on books other than this thing probably isn't worth the paper it was written on but that leads me to a good question. The paper it was written on. How close is it to the real thing? Chudley: Surprisingly… very. Honestly, besides the dado on it, after a few scans, I would have assumed it was part of the real set. I'm worried about the possibility of the anomalous market being flooded with these copycats. Can't get your hands on a genuine piece of the Set of Nine? AWCY or Vikander have you covered. Richter: I admit the appearance of these copies has me a little on edge, but we can worry about the containment of potential copycats later. Johnston, could you gather anything about the men who attacked Chi-29 during the anomaly's retrieval? [Johnston shakes her head.] Johnston: Not much. Our intelligence department identified them as being former Serpent's Hand. What former Serpent's Hand would want with a dado product, I have no clue. Chudley: Well clearly they were in the market for cheap and easy furnishings. Doodles: Perhaps they are agents of the author of the Set of Nine? I can't imagine they are taking this well. As an artist myself, this is tantamount to copyright infringement. [Johnston nods.] Johnston: I was thinking the same thing honestly but we have no idea what the original intent for these things even was. The originals definitely weren't sold or given, in any capacity. Richter: A connection to the Wanderer's library could explain how they learned to create the Set. It's a valid line of thinking. Johnston: But why would they leave the Serpent's Hand? Perhaps they got too radical for their beliefs? Lorri: I have a question… what is a Serpent's Hand and do serpents even have hands? Chudley: Wait, wait, wait. Guys. I think you are all missing a key factor in all this. Why don't we ask dado? Lorri: Oh you can't be serious. Chudley: I'm always serious. [Lorri scoffs.] Lorri: Serious? I asked you to water the plants while I was out and instead, you used that time to play League of Legends on your work computer! Richter: Chudley's misuse of work time can be addressed later but I have to admit… it's not a bad idea. What do you propose? Chudley: Get me on the line with dado. You read the text messages in the file right? "valky ladies?" He knows our neocolonialist frenemy with the Viking helmets is trying to look for the Set. Not to mention, where did dado get the power to make something like this? I say we offer him something, he's a businessman. I'm sure he'll be willing to negotiate. Richter: I may have a way of getting a hold of him from my old contacts at Site-43. I'll give Dr. Lillihammer a call and see what I can do. But Chudley, please refrain from making any promises we can't keep. The last thing we need is to be indebted to a man who can't afford a new keyboard. Chudley: You have my word. Richter: If nobody doesn't have anything to add then this meeting is adjourned. [End Recording] Addendum 7990.04: Communication with dado. Researcher Greg Chudley was provided with an untraceable SCiP phone loaded with dado's number and given permission to negotiate on the Foundation's behalf. Hello, is this dado? who asking. My name is Greg Chudley of the SCP Foundation. I know we've had our differences in the past but I think we can help each other out. dado no here. this is dado secretary can I take a message I have a business proposal that he might like to hear. secretary gone. dado here. speak. We were interested in one of your products. dado guide to designer rugs but there's been a bit of an issue. wait you not christine. christine own dado guide to designer rug. what did you do to her. She was defeated in battle in her quest for justice by some evil doers who took the rug guide. We were hoping that you could maybe point us in the right direction. what they look like. Evil sorcerer lookin dudes, snake tattoos. Cobras specfically. mmmm. naja. Naja? What is that? naja too hot for dado. dado say nothing unless deal is good. Well what do you want? you get rid of bird and wolves5. you protect dado from multiverse invaders like giant monkey man of ninth dimension. it is 2022 they come for dado. Birds? Wolves? Monkey Men? dado what the fuck are you talking about? you promise or dado no give you dice. lots and lots of birdshot. I don't know what you mean by that. Like actual birds? Are talking about the Volks?6 Or the Ravens? dado no speak italian. all i know is they come for me in all universes. Or are talking about the wandsman? wandman… these not men, they birds. Fuck it, we ball. We'll take out whoever for you. excellent, you smart negotiator. dado tell that naja work for author of set. naja mad about dado copyright infringement. but they wrong, dado file patent for ten of nine. Now we are getting somewhere. What else can you tell me? naja everywhere and nowhere. snakes always in grass, watching. strike when least expect it. dado does not know where naja hibernate. but perhaps you can check the land of yellow filter. Mexico? You know that's just a Hollywood thing right? dado never leave basement. he wouldn't know. big anomalous drug business in mexico. they compete with dado. sin nombre cartel. dado also hear there is new group down there looking for set. perhaps foundation check there. It's better than nothing. Thanks, dado. wait before go. dado have on last request. That wasn't our agreement. dado rescind information unless you comply. Fine, I'll humor you. What do you want? can i get copy of em dee em ay rug. dado want to become real pharmacologist. Footnotes 1. An anomalous set of books marked by roman numerals. 2. Foundation research has determined this be within 4.5 meters. 3. Also known as ecstacy or molly. 4. Anomaly capable of creating blueprints for advanced weaponry and creation of anomalous materials 5. dado had previously mentioned in recovered notes that "birds and wolves always come to ruin his business. The true meaning of this has yet to be deciphered. 6. GoI-8947 "Volk Division". Anomalous mercenary group. More From This Author More From This Author SYTYCFanon's Works SCPs SCP-7175 (+39) • SCP-7560 (+35) • SCP-7233 (+68) • SCP-6187 (+24) • SCP-7899 (+35) • SCP-7975 (+109) • SCP-4230 (+36) • SCP-6945 (+62) • SCP-7970 (+57) • SCP-3452 (+36) • SCP-7682 (+88) • SCP-5938 (+30) • SCP-6419 (+44) • SCP-7110 (+27) • SCP-6952 (+72) • Tales/GoI Formats Lost Souls, Broken Toys Chapter 2 (+15) • The Raven of Cyberspace (+21) • Love in The Time of Chugwater (+17) • Raven of Cyberspace II Shadowheist (+22) • Revelations of The Author (+18) • Lost Souls, Broken Toys Chapter 1 (+21) • AAR-5950-Osaka (+8) • The Site-78 Halloween Special! 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SCP-7991 | keter | Thumbnail SCP-7991 By: Jack Waltz Published on 05 Oct 2022 18:06 SCP-7991 SCP-7991 — From Heaven I Watch Written by Jack Waltz ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-7991 Special Containment Procedures: MTF Psi-7 ("Home Improvement") is working with locally implanted surveillance agents and Foundation front companies to bring SCP-7991-affected households under Foundation control. Affected individuals may be interviewed by personnel who have attained a CRI1 score of 5.8/10 or higher. Image # 7991-0324 Last location of Miss ████ ██████ (49), ██, US. Taken — 08/29/09 Cover-up protocols are to be enacted as appropriate to handle the disappearances of SCP-7991-affected persons. Description: SCP-7991 is a spontaneous and currently unpredictable occurrence that affects individuals who have been alone in their homes for a prolonged period of time, and who will continue to remain so for the duration of the phenomenon in spite of any and all unforeseeable circumstances.2 No pattern or link between affected individuals has been determined, however, SCP-7991 mainly appears to affect those in high-stress, urban environments. Once afflicted by SCP-7991, the subject will complete their daily routine before returning to their bedroom. They will then move an object suitable for sitting down on next to a window, situated within the room, and will sit there for the remainder of the day with a sombre and relaxed expression. During the length of SCP-7991, no adverse weather conditions will arise in the subject's immediate vicinity, with most cases almost always consisting of sunny and cloudy weather. Over the course of the day, the subject will lose the ability to perceive the voices of individuals around them, though will display no distress towards this change. They also appear to become hypersensitive to other stimuli, with a fondness for natural sounds. The affected individual is unable to engage in any meaningful conversation, often expressing confusion when such attempts are made. Upon noticing that they are being spoken to, the subject will glance between their surroundings, the initiator of the conversation, and the window they are seated near with visible tension. After several seconds, the individual then regains their composure, smiles, and politely waves the initiator off before they resume looking back towards the window. The next morning, occurrences coinciding with the start of an SCP-7991 IRIDESCENT event will transpire. Attached below is a written transcript of a recorded IRIDESCENT event, experienced by an SCP-7991-affected subject henceforth only referred to as "Jane"3 due to privacy concerns. [ BEGIN LOG ] [Jane stares outside the window during the early hours of the morning.] [She leans against her chair and tilts her head, tracking the slow cluster of clouds in the distance, hiding the sun behind them, only letting several small strands of light escape through.] [She watches the clouds, intently, and slowly turns her attention to the shadow of a large oak tree in the back garden. Its old branches sway with the soft breeze blowing past and creak amidst the sound of the rustling leaves.] [A frog hops towards the tree's base, having jumped out of the garden pond, and takes cover behind it. It croaks in unison with the few chirping crickets in the garden and the two yellow warblers, singing atop the tree's branches.] Image # 7991-0316 Rainbow formed by the phenomena, prior to demanifestation. Taken — 08/29/09 [A soft rain starts falling. Jane raises her head, looking at the light-grey clouds above.] [The drizzle continues for a while. The warblers puff their feathers out and continue to sing. Jane yawns, listening to their songs mixed with the ambience of the soft rain patter on the window.] [A small rainbow appears in the distance. Growing increasingly vivid, it towers up into the clouds. Jane's gaze rises towards it and she observes it with great interest, highly enamoured.] [A splash is heard from the garden, the frog having jumped back into the pond. The number of chirping crickets, now having been reduced to one, rings quietly with the birdsong.] [Jane smiles.] [Leaning back into her chair, she exhales and closes her eyes. Her chest continues to rise and fall, rhythmically, as she falls into a deep sleep listening to the rain and the echoes of a clock monotonously ticking throughout the dull peeling walls of her home.] [The clouds part, revealing the sun. Slowly, the sunlight penetrates the window, falling on Jane, lounging. With every passing second, it grows in intensity and brightness and the ray, golden and pristine, reflects off the slow particles of dust afloat beside Jane.] [The camera is soon blinded, the last viewable frame still showing a genial smile on Jane's face.] [A short period of time later, the light dims. The clouds begin blanketing the sun once more, and gradually the ray grows smaller.] [An empty chair is revealed.] [ END LOG ] The subject invariably disappears in all recorded IRIDESCENT events. Of note is that the subject's close family members are observed to overcome their grieving period, find closure, and return to their mundane routines significantly faster than anticipated through the cover-up process. These individuals will then completely forget about the subject over the coming months. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7991" by Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7991. Licensed under CC-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: chair.jpg Name: Black Country Living Museum - The Village Centre - Gregory’s General Store - door to the living room Author: Elliott Brown License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: rainbow.jpg Name: Rainbow Author: Stephen Hynds License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: thumbnail.png Author: Felixou, Elliott Brown, Stephen Hynds License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: Black Country Living Museum - The Village Centre - Gregory’s General Store - door to the living room Author: Elliott Brown License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Name: Rainbow Author: Stephen Hynds License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Name: File:Grunge texture.jpg Author: Georges Grondin License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Cognitive Resistance Index. An indicator of an individual's ability to withstand, and develop resistance against potentially hazardous cognito-effects of an anomaly. 2. Through the use of low-grade counter-technology, the effects of this anomalous property have been avoided by Foundation researchers. 3. A widowed woman, 49, living alone at a small residence inherited from her parents which she moved to shortly following the passing of her wife. |
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This is SCP-7992. This is a gorilla. Item #: SCP-7992 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7992 is to be kept in an otherwise empty humanoid containment cell at Site-41. A sign with the following statement is to be displayed outside of SCP-7992's cell: SCP-7992 IS NOT HUMAN SCP-7992 IS A GORILLA RESEARCHER HARRISON IS DEAD A Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA) deployed beneath SCP-7992's cell is to be monitored by the Research Lead and serviced when necessary. SCP-7992 does not need to be fed. Personnel are forbidden to enter SCP-7992's cell without the expressed permission of the Research Lead. If permission is granted, entry must be accompanied by an armed guard and a trained animal handler.1 In the event that SCP-7992 breaches containment, staff are not to engage in the anomaly, but evacuate the area and wait for further instruction. Any perceived communication attempts made by SCP-7992 should be disregarded. Discussions regarding the perpetuation of containment are ongoing. Description: SCP-7992 is an entity resembling a silverback gorilla. The entity has three primary anomalous traits: 1) The entity is seemingly immortal, having demonstrated no need for sustenance and an imperviousness to all damage. As the anomaly has demonstrated no need for sustenance, it is hypothesised that the stalking and killing of prey is conducted purely for recreational purposes. 2) SCP-7992 has the ability to transform into any other mammal it observes. The anomaly has full control over this ability, and utilises it for hunting; in all forms SCP-7992 retains the strength of its natural form. Whilst the anomaly has full control over this ability when uncontained, the deployment of an SRA has been found to fully inhibit this anomalous property. This confines SCP-7992 to its currently presented façade. 3) SCP-7992 has a strong memetic effect. Any vocalisations or other forms of communication will be perceived as in-line with the species it is masquerading as. When appearing as human, communication will be perceived as coherent sentences in the observer's native language. Discovery: The mechanism and origin behind SCP-7992's abilities is unknown. SCP-7992 was discovered on 02/01/1971, following an investigation by the former Biogerontology Department.2 During initial containment, SCP-7992 attacked and killed Researcher James Rupert Harrison, Head of the Biogerontology Department, and took on his appearance. SCP-7992 displayed a high level of sadism and aggression during this attack. Upon discovery of Harrison's corpse, he had been decapitated and had all four limbs ripped from his torso. Harrison was awarded posthumous Foundation honours for his services to containing the anomalous. The Biogerontology Department was closed shortly after the incident, due to a lack of personnel and viable research leads. To this day, SCP-7992 still maintains the appearance of Researcher Harrison and has demonstrated a reluctance to leave this form. It is hypothesised that this is an attempt by SCP-7992 to escape. Due to this, its prior violent behaviour and a lack of research potential, all interaction with the anomaly is prohibited indefinitely. Addendum 001: SCP-7992 Containment Procedures CLOSE ADDENDUM 001 Given the potentially infinite lifespan of SCP-7992, O5 Command have tasked the Ethics Committee with the creation of containment procedures which would secure SCP-7992 on a similarly infinite timeline. Select proposed procedures are outlined below: Proposal Status Commentary Continuation of current procedures REJECTED Permanent existence of the Foundation cannot be relied upon. Without maintenance, SCP-7992's containment cell would eventually degrade and free the anomaly. Permanent Sedation REJECTED Unable to penetrate SCP-7992's epidermis to inject substances. Inhalation of sedatives has resulted in no effect. Live Burial REJECTED Inevitability of SCP-7992 resurfacing after an extended period of time. Contained on ocean floor REJECTED All liquid water on earth estimated to evaporate within ~1 billion years time, allowing for eventual containment breach. The Ethics Committee is accepting potential containment procedure proposals. Addendum 002: Interview with Lauren Colbert CLOSE ADDENDUM 002 On 09/08/2021, Site-41 experienced a major containment breach which led to the release of several high-threat anomalies across the facility. During this, Junior Researcher Lauren Colbert entered SCP-7992's cell in an attempt to find shelter.3 An interview was arranged with Dr. Agatha Thorondsen (Ethics Committee) as part of an investigation into the breach: [[START OF INTERVIEW]] [A staff recreational room has been booked for the interview. Dr. Thorondsen enters the room, and takes a seat in an armchair. Jr. Researcher Colbert sits opposite, on a sofa. The latter appears dishevelled and uneasy.] Thorondsen: Hi Lauren, I'm Agatha. Thank you for meeting me at such short notice. As I said in my message, I'm helping to investigate the breach that occurred yesterday. We're interviewing as many people as we can, to get as complete a picture as possible of what happened. In your own words, and your own time, please could you tell me what you recall from yesterday? Colbert: Yeah, sure… it- sorry, let me just- [Colbert sharply inhales.] Okay. It was just like any other day. I had finished my morning tests, and was on my way to the cafeteria. Then it all, it all happened so quickly. I was in corridor G5A and a group — a mass — of people came running round the corner. Split-second after they did, the alarms started to flash and sound. I didn't have a moment to realise what was going on before someone ran straight into me, sending me to the floor. [Colbert pauses.] Thorondsen: Take your time. Colbert: Sorry. This is the worst breach I've been involved in — by far. I stood up, and I looked down the corridor, and saw that thing.4 I turned and ran, I don't know in which direction, just that it was away from there. I looked behind me only once, and it was so close. The tentacles were lapping at my feet. There was a door ahead, and I took it — I swiped my card, jumped through, and slammed the door behind me. Thorondsen: And this was SCP-7992's cell? Colbert: Yeah. I realised soon as I turned around. The gorilla, poor Dr. Harrison — you'd be hard pressed to find someone on site who doesn't know that story; it's rare to lose research staff. Even with the rumours of what he was like and was working on, no-one deserves to die like that. Thorondsen: Rumours? Colbert: Sorry, I thought you'd have heard them. I think the 70s were a different time in terms of culture — things allowed which wouldn't be today. A more liberal attitude towards the handling of anomalies. Thorondsen: It was a different time, that's when I first joined here. We've gone off topic though, please continue. Colbert: I knew my mistake immediately. I thought I was going to die. We work with the anomalous and cosmic every day, but there was something so visceral, so real, at the prospect of being torn to death by that thing. Thorondsen: And what happened? Colbert: At first, nothing. We just stared at each other for what felt like a lifetime. I think we were sizing each other up, coming to terms with the situation we found ourselves in. I couldn't even hear the humming of the SRA below us, and those things are usually so loud. Thorondsen: I'll be honest with you, Lauren. You got lucky. Really lucky. That thing's been locked away for nearly 50 years now with no outside interaction. If it wasn't due to the shock, it would have ripped you to pieces. [Colbert shudders.] Colbert: I think that's what it was. He — sorry, it — asked who I was, why I was there. I've seen the photo of Harrison on the anomaly file. It looked like him, but different. Hollow, like there was nothing behind the eyes. Thorondsen: The anomaly speaks in glossolalia — nonsense. The memetic effect converts it to words we understand. Don't think too much about what is said. What occurred next? Colbert: It came for me, directly at me. It started to run, shouting as it did. I turned, swiped my card, and left. I knew I'd be dead for certain if I stayed in there. I chose to take my chances outside. Thorondsen: Okay. Thanks Lauren, I appreciate you telling me this. It doesn't sound like a pleasant experience. Have you been prescribed amnestics before? [Colbert shakes her head.] Thorondsen: I'd recommend them — I've used them several times myself to help process trauma. Let me write you up an order now, and you can take it straight to Provisions. They'll be able to explain how to administer them. [Thorondsen takes a notepad from her jacket, and begins to write. She hands Colbert the prescription, and the two get up to leave the room.] Colbert: Thanks Docto- Thorondsen: Please, call me Agatha. Colbert: Thanks, Agatha. I know you said not to pay attention to its words, but as I was leaving it was screaming at me. It's stuck with me more than anything else I saw that day. Thorondsen: This is precisely why you should take the amnestics. I promise they'll help. What did you think the anomaly was saying though? Colbert: It screamed the same thing over and over again. "Tell them I'm sorry." [[END OF INTERVIEW]] ► INPUT LEVEL 5 CREDENTIALS ◄ ▼ ACCESS GRANTED ▼ INTERNAL AFFAIRS SCP-7992 Interview 051 18,101 DAYS SINCE LAST INTERVIEW [Dr. Thorondsen enters SCP-7992's cell.] Thorondsen: Some company must have been nice the other day. First human interaction in nearly fifty years. She passed on your message. [SCP-7992 is huddled in a corner on the floor. Thorondsen begins to walk over.] Thorondsen: But we don't need you to be sorry. We just need you to tell us how you did it. What use is immortality if you're forever imprisoned? [Thorondsen reaches SCP-7992 and squats down to it.] Thorondsen: You can leave this cell, come with me right now. Be free. Please, let me help you. [SCP-7992 looks up and makes eye contact with Thorondsen.] SCP-7992: Agatha? [Thorondsen smiles.] Thorondsen: Yes, it's me. [SCP-7992 begins to laugh.] SCP-7992: You've got old. [Thorondsen stands and takes a step back.] SCP-7992: So many new wrinkles. Do your bones ache yet? Has the rot set in? Thank you for reminding me why I'm here. I rescind my apology. Thorondsen: Funny. Well, let's see how funny you are after another 50 years. SCP-7992: I'll still be here, Agatha. Will you? Thorondsen: Last chance. [SCP-7992 laughs. Thorondsen begins to walk away.] SCP-7992: 50. 500. 5,000. 50,000. [Thorondsen bangs on the cell door. Her security attaché open it.] SCP-7992: I'll still be here, Agatha! I'll always be here. Footnotes 1. As of 22 Dec 2024 23:25, there are zero qualified animal handlers present in Site-41. Permission to enter the cell has yet to be granted. 2. The Department was a special enterprise initiated by, and reporting into, O5 Command. 3. Given the nature of the containment breach, security clearance requirements on all doors were lowered in accordance with protocol. SCP-7992's cell door otherwise remains permanently locked, and has since been granted an exemption from these security requirements. 4. SCP-████ You Might Also Like... Feel free to add this collapsible to your own articles! SCP-1152 — A Common Raccoon, by Vorcha ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7992" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7992. Licensed under CC-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-7993 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is dated July 22nd, 1955. There are newer versions available. Item#: 7993 Level3 Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Radio and television broadcasts across North America are monitored regularly by the Telecommunications Department, headquartered in Site-84. All reports of SCP-7993 are to be properly documented, and an appropriate number of agents shall be dispatched to all broadcast locations under the guise of necessary telecommunications-related maintenance. In addition, non-Foundation personnel who view or listen to an SCP-7993 broadcast are to be informed that all SCP-7993 broadcasts are a satirical advertisement campaign. Description: SCP-7993 is an anomalous radio broadcast emitting from the current center of population in the United States1. SCP-7993 possesses the ability to hijack radio and television receivers. SCP-7993 tends to hijack receivers that were previously relaying media discussing the United States, the USSR, NATO, and military operations relating to these subjects. SCP-7993-A is the designation given to any individual under the influence of an SCP-7993 broadcast. All individuals are susceptible to SCP-7993's anomalous effects, regardless of cognitohazard resistance. SCP-7993-A instances maintain an anti-war, anti-militarization stance, regardless of prior opinions. SCP-7993-A instances maintain a normal lifestyle, with the exception of occasional protests2. SCP-7993 contents are often outlandish, frequently featuring both urban and non-urban combat footage,3 recordings of nuclear weapon tests, audio of incoherent speeches, and unidentified symbols4. Several traits are common in SCP-7993-A instances, listed below: Age range of sixteen to thirty years on average Low interest in politics Rarely votes in United States elections Lives alone or is distant from people they live with Low income Fear of death and the end of the world Discovery: SCP-7993 was discovered on December 12th, 1949, when reports of unusual protests near White Sands Proving Ground5, New Mexico. It was later discovered that between the times of 1630 and 1730, all thirteen SCP-7993-A individuals involved were driving to their residences after work6 and were all listening to their car radios before they all were subject to an SCP-7993 broadcast. Due to the spontaneous nature of SCP-7993 and the technical limitations of the dispatching field office, only one interview was recorded on tape at the time. Addendum: + Interview-7993|12/12/1949 - Hide Interviewed: James Wyatt7 Interviewer: Field Agent Marshall <Begin Log> Field Agent Marshall: Good afternoon, Mr. Wyatt. For legal reasons, I have to remind you this conversation will be recorded. Do you understand? POI-2334: Are you with the base security or something? Field Agent Marshall: Do you understand my previous statement? Please answer clearly. For record purposes. POI-2334: Yes. I completely understand. Can we just start this? Field Agent Marshall: Calm down, anyone coming for you has been notified. We have as much time as is on the tape. Are you ready to start cooperating? POI-2334: Sure, It's not like I have much of a choice. Field Agent Marshall: Great. I'd like to first go over what you do here at White Sands. POI-2334: I work as a civilian contractor, nothing too high speed but I still get a feel of what goes on here. Field Agent Marshall: And what do you think goes on here? POI-2334: More tests, no doubt. Especially after what those Soviets are up to lately, with their own atom bomb now. Field Agent Marshall: Is that why you were protesting? POI-2334: Pretty much, and just because I'm protesting at an American military base doesn't mean I support the Russians. I protest the back and forth. I want all this to stop before it's too late. Field Agent Marshall: So you think the current situation will escalate? What caused this change of heart, especially considering your background? POI-2334: The radio broadcast cleared some things up for me and my co-workers. I think the current situation hasn't changed, just my perspective and understanding. I understand now the consequences of what we are doing here. That broadcast just made me realize this. Field Agent Marshall: What was in that broadcast? POI-2334: A prediction of the future. One of a conflict, not too far into the future, using these very weapons. It was explained that due to the nature of the atom bomb, there will be no winners in such a war. Unless we change our ways, this war will happen. It said that the devices we develop here are an unnecessary risk, along with similar weapons created overseas. We created these bombs in a time of need, but now they control our fate. Field Agent Marshall: How did this broadcast suddenly change your feelings on this subject, and what station did you say you were tuned to again? POI-2334: I had it tuned to the base's local radio, the only thing this far out. It usually plays music, with some segments covering major news developments. As for my feelings, I think I had always felt this way, but I never had the right perspective. I've always wanted what is best for America, and now I understand that this is not it, despite what most people think. Field Agent Marshall: What exactly was in this broadcast that was so convincing as to change your perspective? POI-2334: I don't remember the particulars, but as I said it predicted what the future would be like if we let this conflict control us this way. The bombs are just the start, a very tangible start, but this ideological war will never end. This broadcast also pointed out that this war is something they want. They fight for neither side, set up this conflict and when it fizzles out a new division will be created, thus it will never end unless we do something. Field Agent Marshall: This broadcast, alone, motivated you to take action? POI-2334: It didn't just motivate me, it guided me. See, back in the war and up until now to a point, I was blinded by patriotism and violence, I was guided by it. We had a real enemy, don't get me wrong, but when the dust settled we had a chance to start anew, the governments sought to create a new division, the west versus the east. I always had a feeling that it would become too much, and now we make the most powerful weapons ever imagined right here, and worse we have placed them all across the United States, involving everyone. This broadcast just really explained it to me and rationalized my feelings. It didn't teach me anything, instead, it told me I was right. This is wrong, and things are going to get much worse if we don't heed its warning. Field Agent Marshall: Well, unfortunately, we're running out of time. Thank you for your view on this incident, I hope we can solve this peacefully. POI-2334: I hope I shed some light on what that broadcast was trying to convey, you do seem rather interested in it. I recommend you try to find that station eventually. Field Agent Marshall: I'll think about it, but I'll stick to music for now. <End Log> Closing Statement: All thirteen individuals were transferred to the local authorities and were placed on the Foundations monitoring list for twelve months following this incident. + Level 3-Project Protector brief - Close Project designator: 39B-1955-N/Project Protector. Approved by: O5 Council, Ethics committee, and O4 Council. Foreword: The Foundation has been developing nuclear bombs for decades for use in the containment of especially hard-to-destroy anomalies. Requests for this information made from Germany, France, The United Kingdom, and Russia were denied; however, the United States has proven itself to be a major supporter of the Foundation, and without its support, the Foundation would be unable to effectively carry out its mission. In 1945, The Foundation was forced to hand over this highly dangerous information to the United States for its use against Japan. Regrettably, this information soon made its way to the USSR. Recent events have led to the decision that the Foundation needs to plan for nuclear war, specifically how to stop it. -O5-13 Description: Project Protector was created with research into SCP-7993 for potential prediction purposes, research into the potential of concept removal, advanced by Researcher Smalls, and the potential use of Project ANTIKILL. Project Protector's goal is to neutralize all nuclear warheads in such a timely manner that it can be done instantly, as soon as reports of nuclear weapons use are received. The current state of Project Protector is an eigenweapon that has the ability to cause all nuclear weapons to cease proper function due to the nullification of several key concepts attached to the idea of a nuclear weapon. The activation of this eigenweapon requires the enactment of Project Protector, which unfortunately would leave enough time for an initial nuclear strike. - Close NEXT ITERATION Footnotes 1. Currently, Richland County, Illinois 2. Against war or militarization 3. No footage has been linked to any real-world events, as is the case with the majority of SCP-7993 broadcast footage 4. To date, July 22nd, 1955, no symbol has shown any anomalous properties outside of their original SCP-7993 broadcast 5. A USAAF Atomic Bomb testing ground 6. All thirteen instances worked various civilian jobs on the base 7. POI-2334 |
SCP-7993 | ticonderoga | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is dated July 22nd, 1955. There are newer versions available. Item#: 7993 Level3 Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Radio and television broadcasts across North America are monitored regularly by the Telecommunications Department, headquartered in Site-84. All reports of SCP-7993 are to be properly documented, and an appropriate number of agents shall be dispatched to all broadcast locations under the guise of necessary telecommunications-related maintenance. In addition, non-Foundation personnel who view or listen to an SCP-7993 broadcast are to be informed that all SCP-7993 broadcasts are a satirical advertisement campaign. Description: SCP-7993 is an anomalous radio broadcast emitting from the current center of population in the United States1. SCP-7993 possesses the ability to hijack radio and television receivers. SCP-7993 tends to hijack receivers that were previously relaying media discussing the United States, the USSR, NATO, and military operations relating to these subjects. SCP-7993-A is the designation given to any individual under the influence of an SCP-7993 broadcast. All individuals are susceptible to SCP-7993's anomalous effects, regardless of cognitohazard resistance. SCP-7993-A instances maintain an anti-war, anti-militarization stance, regardless of prior opinions. SCP-7993-A instances maintain a normal lifestyle, with the exception of occasional protests2. SCP-7993 contents are often outlandish, frequently featuring both urban and non-urban combat footage,3 recordings of nuclear weapon tests, audio of incoherent speeches, and unidentified symbols4. Several traits are common in SCP-7993-A instances, listed below: Age range of sixteen to thirty years on average Low interest in politics Rarely votes in United States elections Lives alone or is distant from people they live with Low income Fear of death and the end of the world Discovery: SCP-7993 was discovered on December 12th, 1949, when reports of unusual protests near White Sands Proving Ground5, New Mexico. It was later discovered that between the times of 1630 and 1730, all thirteen SCP-7993-A individuals involved were driving to their residences after work6 and were all listening to their car radios before they all were subject to an SCP-7993 broadcast. Due to the spontaneous nature of SCP-7993 and the technical limitations of the dispatching field office, only one interview was recorded on tape at the time. Addendum: + Interview-7993|12/12/1949 - Hide Interviewed: James Wyatt7 Interviewer: Field Agent Marshall <Begin Log> Field Agent Marshall: Good afternoon, Mr. Wyatt. For legal reasons, I have to remind you this conversation will be recorded. Do you understand? POI-2334: Are you with the base security or something? Field Agent Marshall: Do you understand my previous statement? Please answer clearly. For record purposes. POI-2334: Yes. I completely understand. Can we just start this? Field Agent Marshall: Calm down, anyone coming for you has been notified. We have as much time as is on the tape. Are you ready to start cooperating? POI-2334: Sure, It's not like I have much of a choice. Field Agent Marshall: Great. I'd like to first go over what you do here at White Sands. POI-2334: I work as a civilian contractor, nothing too high speed but I still get a feel of what goes on here. Field Agent Marshall: And what do you think goes on here? POI-2334: More tests, no doubt. Especially after what those Soviets are up to lately, with their own atom bomb now. Field Agent Marshall: Is that why you were protesting? POI-2334: Pretty much, and just because I'm protesting at an American military base doesn't mean I support the Russians. I protest the back and forth. I want all this to stop before it's too late. Field Agent Marshall: So you think the current situation will escalate? What caused this change of heart, especially considering your background? POI-2334: The radio broadcast cleared some things up for me and my co-workers. I think the current situation hasn't changed, just my perspective and understanding. I understand now the consequences of what we are doing here. That broadcast just made me realize this. Field Agent Marshall: What was in that broadcast? POI-2334: A prediction of the future. One of a conflict, not too far into the future, using these very weapons. It was explained that due to the nature of the atom bomb, there will be no winners in such a war. Unless we change our ways, this war will happen. It said that the devices we develop here are an unnecessary risk, along with similar weapons created overseas. We created these bombs in a time of need, but now they control our fate. Field Agent Marshall: How did this broadcast suddenly change your feelings on this subject, and what station did you say you were tuned to again? POI-2334: I had it tuned to the base's local radio, the only thing this far out. It usually plays music, with some segments covering major news developments. As for my feelings, I think I had always felt this way, but I never had the right perspective. I've always wanted what is best for America, and now I understand that this is not it, despite what most people think. Field Agent Marshall: What exactly was in this broadcast that was so convincing as to change your perspective? POI-2334: I don't remember the particulars, but as I said it predicted what the future would be like if we let this conflict control us this way. The bombs are just the start, a very tangible start, but this ideological war will never end. This broadcast also pointed out that this war is something they want. They fight for neither side, set up this conflict and when it fizzles out a new division will be created, thus it will never end unless we do something. Field Agent Marshall: This broadcast, alone, motivated you to take action? POI-2334: It didn't just motivate me, it guided me. See, back in the war and up until now to a point, I was blinded by patriotism and violence, I was guided by it. We had a real enemy, don't get me wrong, but when the dust settled we had a chance to start anew, the governments sought to create a new division, the west versus the east. I always had a feeling that it would become too much, and now we make the most powerful weapons ever imagined right here, and worse we have placed them all across the United States, involving everyone. This broadcast just really explained it to me and rationalized my feelings. It didn't teach me anything, instead, it told me I was right. This is wrong, and things are going to get much worse if we don't heed its warning. Field Agent Marshall: Well, unfortunately, we're running out of time. Thank you for your view on this incident, I hope we can solve this peacefully. POI-2334: I hope I shed some light on what that broadcast was trying to convey, you do seem rather interested in it. I recommend you try to find that station eventually. Field Agent Marshall: I'll think about it, but I'll stick to music for now. <End Log> Closing Statement: All thirteen individuals were transferred to the local authorities and were placed on the Foundations monitoring list for twelve months following this incident. + Level 3-Project Protector brief - Close Project designator: 39B-1955-N/Project Protector. Approved by: O5 Council, Ethics committee, and O4 Council. Foreword: The Foundation has been developing nuclear bombs for decades for use in the containment of especially hard-to-destroy anomalies. Requests for this information made from Germany, France, The United Kingdom, and Russia were denied; however, the United States has proven itself to be a major supporter of the Foundation, and without its support, the Foundation would be unable to effectively carry out its mission. In 1945, The Foundation was forced to hand over this highly dangerous information to the United States for its use against Japan. Regrettably, this information soon made its way to the USSR. Recent events have led to the decision that the Foundation needs to plan for nuclear war, specifically how to stop it. -O5-13 Description: Project Protector was created with research into SCP-7993 for potential prediction purposes, research into the potential of concept removal, advanced by Researcher Smalls, and the potential use of Project ANTIKILL. Project Protector's goal is to neutralize all nuclear warheads in such a timely manner that it can be done instantly, as soon as reports of nuclear weapons use are received. The current state of Project Protector is an eigenweapon that has the ability to cause all nuclear weapons to cease proper function due to the nullification of several key concepts attached to the idea of a nuclear weapon. The activation of this eigenweapon requires the enactment of Project Protector, which unfortunately would leave enough time for an initial nuclear strike. - Close NEXT ITERATION Footnotes 1. Currently, Richland County, Illinois 2. Against war or militarization 3. No footage has been linked to any real-world events, as is the case with the majority of SCP-7993 broadcast footage 4. To date, July 22nd, 1955, no symbol has shown any anomalous properties outside of their original SCP-7993 broadcast 5. A USAAF Atomic Bomb testing ground 6. All thirteen instances worked various civilian jobs on the base 7. POI-2334 |
SCP-7994 | esoteric-class | SCP-7000: Calamity Jack Kennedy Author: Dr Phil McClaw does not match any existing user name, an actual crustacean ⚠️ Content Warning: This article contains violence and death and mind control. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-7994 Level5 Secondary Class: gödel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Individuals affected by SCP-7994: (left-to-right) Robert F. Kennedy, Edward M. Kennedy, John F. Kennedy. Special Containment Procedures According to the Hughes Psionic-Stochastic Principle, SCP-7994 is currently infeasible to contain.1 Security detail for protected individuals affected by SCP-7994, regardless of affiliation with the Secret Service or CTF Iota-49 ("Silver Eagles") must submit at least 20 PSRV tests daily before entering service. Personnel assigned to protected individuals are to be replaced every two months for their own safety. Because of the nature of psionic-stochastic anomalies, SCP-7994-A events do not resemble anomalies to uninitiated observers except when viewed as a trend. Public knowledge of events caused by SCP-7994-A cannot be suppressed, but have been publicly relegated to a fringe superstition despite a majority of Americans holding a conspiratorial belief towards one or more SCP-7994-A event, a "Firehosing" strategy of disinformation has prevented the proliferation of knowledge related specifically to SCP-7994. Psionic-Stochastic Risk Value of general population (Blue) vs. Psionic-Stochastic Risk Value of selected 48 members of the Kennedy family (Red). Containment Addendum SCP-7994-A The following is a list of restrictions set upon individuals receiving Foundation protection from SCP-7994. Containment Addendum SCP-7994-A Hide Addendum Affect individuals must Submit PSRV tests weekly or whenever asked, Avoid high-intensity recreational activities: Firearm sports Mountaineering/rock climbing Skiing/sledding Skydiving Swimming in open water Vehicular racing, (16 more) Avoid where possible large public crowds, Avoid where possible passenger flights, trains, and cars containing other affected individuals, Avoid high-stress environments where possible Containment Addendum SCP-7994-B SCP-7994-B is to remain in the possession of CTF Iota-49 "Eagle" as part of his equipment loadout. Description SCP-7994-B. SCP-7994 is Il Rito del Giocatori, a Catholic dark sacrament2 practiced in Italian organized crime. The ritual imprecates a psionic-stochastic3 disorder on the target, adversely affecting their Psionic-Stochastic Risk Value4 (PSRV). Targets of SCP-7994 have on average a PSRV of 2.25, within the 95th percentile of normalcy. Individuals are predisposed to experience spurious environmental and medical hazards; a subset of these effects, henceforth SCP-7994-A, is a predisposition to fatal attacks, plots, mechanical failures, and human errors. These hazards are dangerous to the target, individuals immediately near the target, and individuals known to the targets. Upwards of 900 individuals have been documented as afflicted by this imprecation since 1920; SCP-7994 is most typically invoked against gamblers, business rivals, criminal adversaries, and witnesses. Notably, SCP-7994 has been invoked by the Costello-Reinfeld smuggling syndicate5 against the prominent Kennedy political family and people connected to the Kennedy family. SCP-7994-B is a gold ring; engraved on the inside band is the phrase "Let no callamitie seperat amitie." The object was created as a contact-based psionic inhibition broadcaster6 with variable effects related to the wearer's unique psionic trace. Secondarily, the object is a psionic defense mechanism which confers a low Psionic-Stochastic Risk Value to the wearer. Addendum 7994.A1: Background on the Kennedy Family The Kennedy political family are the highest priority SCP-7994 affected individuals. Responses to SCP-7994-A events related to the Kennedy family are consistently complicated by public scrutiny and criminal-political connections. The Kennedy family has faced retaliation for Joseph Kennedy Sr.'s involvement with GoI-001: Excerpt from Untold Riches: The Secret History of Gang Warfare in Chicago, published 1992 {$caption} The Spirit entered the year 1930 unchallenged. With Capone in prison yet again and Joseph Reinfeld defaulting on his debts, the deluge of liquor began to dry up. This was exactly the playing field the Chappell gang wanted, and so they called in that favor from the Caribbean. The rum operation opened for business in March of that year; this time, Chappell had circumvented the need for overseas rumrunners. A Way had been forged, linking the distilleries of the Dominican and Cuba to the heart of Chicago. The police would testify that this Way was underneath Merchandise Mart. Kennedy Sr. had already found himself in the Spirit's line of sight, and, so Costello claimed, Kennedy lent his legitimacy and connections for this new bootlegging pipeline. On a good day, the Spirit moved thirty barrels of the nectar as if they were any other wholesaler. In six months, Kennedy's misgivings had settled; he pinched over two million dollars for his cooperation. This was of course a fraction of what the Spirit earned, but more than what Kennedy ever allegedly made working with Costello and Reinfeld. By November, Kennedy had cut his ties to all bootleggers except the Chappell gang. Already before 1929 Reinfeld lost his place as the biggest bootlegger in America, but being snubbed by the Kennedy patriarch truly left his business high and dry. He felt it necessary to retaliate against the Spirit. Reinfeld had only five enforcers left in Chicago after gambling with the money that was supposed to pay them; their fates were all sealed when he appealed to his friend Joseph one final time. Joseph Kennedy and an anonymous member of the Spirit. It can be assumed that Kennedy attempted to convince his former associate to cut his losses. Kennedy definitely knew what declaring war on the Chappell family meant. Reinfeld couldn't be moved. He sent his five good men straight to the source, where the Spirit was lying in wait having been tipped off by Kennedy. Before the end of the day, six men laid dead in the underbelly of the Mart; four of Reinfeld and Costello's men, and two of Chappell's. Kennedy had not only betrayed Reinfeld's plan to the Spirit, but also the police. CCSO Deputy Richard Cain elucidated on the stand that the police had a bargain with the Spirit that year. "Sheriff Traeger wanted some amity with Chappell. He knew he was retiring soon" Cain claimed. Rather than fight the Spirit, he alleged, the police helped Chappell clean out their competition. The hope was that, if the Chappell gang was the last one standing, the cycle of gangland-cop killings would simmer for the time. Cain said that he was there to round up the stragglers, while the Spirit and his fellow deputies waited below. … Though Costello-Reinfeld were beaten down for the next few years, their business not only outlived prohibition, it outlived the Spirit. Kennedy had burnt his bridges with La Cosa Nostra and his old business partners, and now the Chappell family had dropped out of the game. He would pay the price, and have to spend the rest of that decade looking over his shoulder for hired guns. The mob was not done with him. In the years following the dissolution of GoI-001, Joseph Kennedy was an alleged target of the Costello crime family. He described a pattern of extortion and blackmail which only escalated as he rose in political prominence. Coinciding with these direct threats on their lives by organized crime, Kennedy also alleged accidents and acts of violence have claimed the lives of half of his children. The fatal calamities befalling the Kennedy family, which are anomalous and cannot be attributed to malice action, are an effect of SCP-7994. Over a twenty-five year period, these incidents may be attributable as SCP-7994-A events: Date Incident 08/12/44 Airman Joseph P Kennedy Jr. and his copilot are killed in action over East Suffolk, England. They were flying a BQ-8 radio-guided flying bomb, which prematurely detonated. 05/13/48 Kathleen Cavendish (née Kennedy) and three others are killed in a plane crash near Saint-Bauzile, France. The plane experienced severe storm conditions and broke up before impacting the ground. 10/03/55 George and Ann Skakel (parents of Ethel Kennedy) and a pilot are killed in a plane crash near Union City, Oklahoma. Cause of the crash was determined to be a stress-induced propeller failure. 08/04/62 Norma Jeane Mortenson dies of acute barbituate toxicity. 10/14/62 Edward M Kennedy and Robert F Kennedy sustain minor injuries in a hotel fire which kills five. 08/09/63 Patrick B Kennedy is born five weeks premature. He dies thirty-nine hours later of infant respiratory distress disorder. 11/22/63 JFK Sr., despite preventative measures, is assassinated by gunshot in Dallas, Texas. It is determined that the shooters acted within a conspiracy. 06/19/64 Edward M Kennedy is injured and three others die in a plane crash near Southampton, Massachusetts. The plane experienced severe storm conditions and impacted the ground. 06/04/68 David A Kennedy, aged 13, nearly drowns after being caught in the undertow in Malibu, California. He is saved by the quick intervention of his father Robert F Kennedy Sr. 06/05/68 RFK Sr. is assassinated by gunshot in Los Angeles, California. Apprehended suspect Sirhan Sirhan is believed to have committed the act under the duress of a conspiracy. 07/18/69 Mary Jo Kopechne drowns in a single-vehicle accident caused by Edward M Kennedy, who sustains no injuries. George HW Bush, 1944. Addendum 7994.A2: Background on SCP-7994-B In 1933, known occultist Prescott Bush, member of the Skull and Bones Brotherhood7 acquired SCP-7994-B from an undisclosed source. Bush was instructed to provide this ring to a third party who could use psionic influence to oust president Franklin Delano Roosevelt; however, this attempt was thwarted when Smedley Butler, the prospective SCP-7994-B candidate, exposed the plot. Instead, Prescott Bush gave SCP-7994-B to his son and future president George HW Bush (PSRV .45). HW Bush's inherently tychomantic8 psionic trace is amplified by SCP-7994-B. HW Bush was educated for military service and at age 20 became the Navy's youngest airman. Through WWII, HW Bush participated in 58 missions in the Pacific and performed with distinction. In one particular incident during WWII, HW Bush was the sole survivor out of a crew of nine airmen in part due to the stochastic influence of SCP-7994-B. Enrolling in Yale business school, HW Bush would join the Skull and Bones Brotherhood like his father. Between 1948 and 1957, HW Bush tapped eleven newly discovered oil wells in Texas and California found through divination. These factors initiated his induction as a psionic correspondent for the Central Intelligence Agency. In 1959, as part of a mutual-interest disclosure agreement, the CIA provided the following memo: TO BE DISTRIBUTED 10/10/59 {$caption} INTERNAL MEMO To all agents concerned; A psionic broadcaster is a dangerous device which causes damage to your electrovital impulses. These impulses effect your motor functions and thought processing, and acute damage to your electrovital impulses can in crucial situations make you inept, feel intoxicated, or render you unconscious. Your electrovital impulses are comparable to a magnet; your impulses are naturally charged, and can be deflected by an outside source of electrovitality. A psionic device might look like this machine. Psionic broadcasters are mass produced in the Soviet Union and distributed to communist satellite states. Field agents must be able to identify a psionic attack in progress. Included with this memo is a magnetic cassette tape. The recording is a replication of the sound conditions of a psionic particle broadcaster. No psionic effects will result from listening to a sound recording. If such a sound is heard in a compromised situation, it is imperative that agents evacuate the area and immediately notify command. Beginning 1960, a coordinated violent campaign targeting John F Kennedy (PSRV 2.30) was identified by the Central Intelligence Agency. Agent HW Bush, acting in the capacity as head of CIA psionics, organized an internal response force for psionic attacks, first activated on 10/20/60: Excerpts from the Fourth Kennedy-Nixon Presidential Debate Broadcast begins. Smith: This is Howard Smith at CBS News, proud to bring you the fourth and final radio-television debate of this presidential campaign. Our candidates need no introduction. Good evening, Senator Kennedy. Kennedy: Good evening, Mr. Smith. Smith: And good evening, Vice President Nixon. Nixon: Good evening, Howard. <The first 35 minutes of debate are unexceptional. Nixon and Kennedy follow the debate format as established. Correspondents Sander Vanocur and Charles Warren are selected to question the candidates.> Kennedy:… Not enough has been done to safeguard those opportunities. It's my hope that, whoever becomes president, that these programs which put our children through school only grow and that we give our children more with which to work. Smith: Mr. Vanocur with a question for Senator Kennedy. Vanocur: Senator, the main theme of your campaign has been a decline in American power and prestige this past eight years. What in your view has the executive office failed to do to secure America's position, and what can be done to reroute such a decline in the next four years? Kennedy: The question here, and it weighs on our minds, is, "What will this do to our future?" I've been critical of the president. In fact, I would return to the previous point and say that the president has failed to equip our children for the future. The issue of our prestige isn't solved if we are held back… <From 35:39 onward, an oscillating buzzing sound is recorded on the studio cameras.> Smith: Mr. Vice President. Nixon: First off, I believe the Senator should make up his mind as to my responsibility. Let me make my position clear: I am proud of this administration. I will not stand on its record, I will build upon it… <From, 38:40 onward, Nixon begins to visibly to tremble.> Warren: Mr. Kennedy, if elected president, how will you move forward in regards to the Western hemisphere? Where do you and the current administration's policies differ in response to Fidel Castro's movement in Cuba? Kennedy: I think, and I think most of America agrees, that Nixon and Eisenhower's soft opposition to Castro is not in the interest of the safety of our Latin American neighbors. The economic quarantine is not doing its job. This administration has been far too slow to act. Continuing to do so would amount to nothing more than appeasement. I— Nixon: Appeasement? That's a bold accusation, Senator. I've never— Smith: Vice President, you are talking out of turn. Kennedy: Let him go on, Howard. Nixon affected by the psionic broadcast. Nixon: Now, never in my time in office have I appeased the Castro regime. Everyone in the executive is excited to put his regime under in due time, when it is acceptable. That is my promise. Now you, Mr. Kennedy. Kennedy: That due time needs to be sooner rather than later. My government will do what it takes to stand up to communist encroachment. No, Mr. Warren, communism is not winning in the Western Hemisphere. We will— I will promise you that communism will not last on our doorstep. We will not condition our country to see the world through the eyes of defeat. The Castro regime is the result of long-term missteps. They will not last on their terms. Smith: So, um, your reply, Mr. Nixon? Nixon: Well, my only reply would be to assure that I have the, um, the utmost concern for the Cuban people, and that all Cuban refugees will be able to return home within our lifetime. And so, I say… I would say just that. Smith: Okay, question from Mr. Vanocur. Vanocur: Senator Kennedy, a lot of eyes are on the headlines that talk about scandal in Hollywood or New York. The public perceives crime generally to be on the rise, and sees the most well-off criminals as political untouchables. As president, how would you direct these investigations at a federal level? Kennedy: Well, I would hope to enable the whole country against organized crime. The Justice Department must be the link between state law enforcement agencies, because men like Jimmy Hoffa skirt the law every state he goes, so yes— Nixon: Why don't you talk about the Chicago mob? Kennedy: What did you ask? Nixon: Why not talk about the union votes they're grabbing for you, huh? Smith: Mr. Vice President, refr— Kennedy: Now that is the most ridiculous claim. What a sore accusation. You don't have the union vote because you've spent eight years against them! Nixon: Come on, it isn't because daddy Joe is helping you out? <Nixon and Kennedy bicker inaudibly over one another.> Smith: Okay, this segment is over. To the— on to the next— Nixon: Shut up, pinko! Kennedy: Yeah, will you shut up? You bring up my father, Dick? You are that low? If I had said that your mother— <The candidates' microphones are shut off and cameras cut to presenter Smith.> Smith: I truly, uh, regret this display here. The next segment— <Kennedy accosts Smith from his seat and grabs his microphone. No one interferes.> Senator Kennedy hypnotically addresses the viewing audience. Kennedy: Truly, know what's good for you and get out of here, commie! <Smith exits stage right at the suggestion.> Kennedy: Okay! Cameras, over here. Now. <All cameras shift to Senator Kennedy.> Kennedy: Now listen, my father is a good man— <Nixon inaudibly yells at Kennedy.> Kennedy: Joe Kennedy is a good Christian man who has fuck-all to do with the mob, get it straight! I promise as your president, the hammer will come down on the mob bosses… <The cameras and Senator Kennedy appear to lift a few inches off the ground> Kennedy: So I hope this matter can be settled now and for good. This election is bigger than me or my family. You must vote for me to get closer to God. Understand me, if you vote for Nixon, it is the end times. Hear me. This man would have us blunder into our own surrender. Vote for me, for [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. You don't believe this man, this embalmed corpse, could stand to the task. You the people [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] and stand with me for God's sake. <Kennedy looks directly into the camera.> Kennedy: You, in the broadcast room, don't you dare take me off the air. Don't do it. This is the important message. You, in your home, it's time to all be true patriots. You, you all can stand to the task [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. If we don't, [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. [MINUTES 40:35 TO 45:00 EXPUNGED] <From 45:00, Kennedy and Nixon are in a physical altercation on the debate stage as the correspondents and audience look on. Kennedy places a choke hold on Nixon.> Kennedy: See, my people? This man is weak, too weak for the office. You need a virile, God-fearing Kennedy. Swear to it! <The studio audience applauds for Kennedy. Cheers and calls to "kill him" can be heard. Nixon begins to asphyxiate.> <At 45:41, Agent Bush enters the stage from the audience and rushes Kennedy. Before the crowd could interfere, SCP-7994-B made contact with Kennedy, returning him to cognizance.> Kennedy: What— What's happening? Who— Bush: Senator, we're under attack. Take my hand! <Bush pulls Kennedy away from Nixon and draws his pistol. The crowd begins to disperse and find cover. Five shots are fired at the stage, narrowly missing Agent Bush. Returning six shots, Agent Bush strikes the shooter twice and a bystander once.> <Bush approaches the shooter and disables the broadcast device. The room remains inundated with psions.> Kennedy: What the hell am I doing!? What is this? Bush: You had a paradoxical reaction, Senator. Agent Bush nullifies the effects of the psionic broadcast. <Agents working under Bush filed into the room to secure the device.> Kennedy: A wha— who are you? Bush: I'm the agent in charge. We're under attack, but it's calm, now. Listen, we're still live here. What you've done— Kennedy: I wasn't in control there! I was trapped in the back of my mind! Bush: Listen, Jack. Doesn't matter. I need you to calm down and get back in your seat so we can end the show. <Agents find Nixon covering behind the stage wall, who is dragged kicking to the stage.> Nixon: No, keep me away from that psycho! Bush: You won't have to see him again after this. <The candidates are placed in their seats, Bush having replaced the host.> Bush: My fellow Americans, I am sorry you all had to see that. What happened on this night was an attack on our integrity. I cannot tell you why, or by what weapon, this attacker has done this. But we cannot allow this to spoil this race. Now in this time of trouble, let me lead you in a prayer. All of us pray on this. <Psionic feedback begins to localize around Agent Bush.> <Bush enables the broadcaster with the frequency set to amnesticization.> [AMNESTIC TRIGGER EXPUNGED] <From 55:00, the candidates and correspondents remain motionless in their seats.> <The cameras pull out to a wide shot. The crowd is still while federal agents fill the room. The TV broadcast is successfully taken off air.> Broadcast ends. Commentary: The only fatality of the debate was the attacker, 27-year-old Chinese national Su Lin. Lin resided in Milford, Connecticut, traveled to the scene of the attack solo, and had no known connections with violent political or criminal organizations. The psionic inhibition broadcaster was of the mass-produced Soviet variety. Kennedy's paradoxical psionic reaction was a psionomanic response attributable to SCP-7994. Anticipating further attacks, the US Secret Service and Central Intelligence Agency agreed on full cooperation between agencies and the Foundation regarding the candidates' security. SCP-7994-B inoculated Agent Bush against the psionic attack which he had witnessed on television. Bush had been the only dispatched agent capable of entering the debate hall while the broadcast device was active. Following this attack, Bush submitted to the SCP Foundation for transparent analysis of his psionic trace, the capabilities of SCP-7994-B, and all CIA casefiles related to the Kennedy family. After conclusion of research, Bush announced his intention to bestow SCP-7994-B to the winner of the presidential race. CTF I-49 "Eagle" and President Kennedy. Addendum 7994.B1: The Kennedy Presidency After the events of the Fourth Kennedy-Nixon debate, a convention of the Overseer Council and Department of Defense evaluated infiltration of the United States Executive Office as an ongoing Code-Red threat. A landslide victory for Kennedy was predicted with 90% certainty due to subconscious psionic fallout. Senator Kennedy was determined to be psionically unfit for office and preliminary plans to impeach Kennedy were created. When the election results arrived, Kennedy's popular vote exceeded Nixon's by less than 120,000 votes; a smaller margin of victory than was predicted before the debate. The FBI Unusual Incidents Unit determined that election integrity had not been compromised by the televised psionic event. Kennedy received SCP-7994-B from Agent Bush after his election certification. Plans to incite his impeachment were disposed; the threat level was reduced to Code-Yellow. Combined Task Force I-49 was established as a multi-organizational response team against future attacks on the mental integrity of the federal government. Agent HW Bush (henceforth I-49 "Eagle") maintained the dual position of captain of the task force and director of psionics at the CIA for approximately one year. I-49 "Eagle" was removed or resigned from his CIA position in November of 1961 due to refusal to participate in Operation Mongoose, but retained his position on the task force to protect the president's family. Through all Foundation tests and one field incident, President Kennedy was consistently electrovitally inert when bearing SCP-7994-B. Cooperation in psionics research led to the creation of countermeasures operating on this same principle. Selective broadcast devices have been installed in vehicles and buildings in frequent use by government and Foundation personnel, which detect high-intensity psion fields and release nullifying opposite-charged psions in response. However, occurrence of uncontrolled psionic-stochastic incidents increased at a rate which CTF I-49 could not secure. Over a two-year period, at least eleven fatalities related to SCP-7994-A afflicted the Kennedy family, CTF I-49, and others: 04/20/61 Incident: A Douglas B-26 bomber carrying an I-49 agent and two others was returning to base following the failed Bay of Pigs invasion. The plane ditched in water with no survivors while en route to Homestead ARB, Miami. Commentary: No cause could be determined from the crash. 10/22/61 Incident: At approximately 03:05, an I-49 agent had finished his shift at the White House and exited via the north lawn. He was struck by a drunk driver moments after attempting to cross the street. This was the fourth off-duty vehicular accident to incapacitate an agent, and the first to be fatal. Commentary: Following this death, procedures regarding PSRV testing were implemented regularly. It was discovered that the PSRV of all I-49 agents as well as general associates of the Kennedy family escalates with exposure, with some agents have ratings as high as 2.45 after ten months of service. 09/12/62 Incident: A CIA agent with psionic weapons made an attempt on the life of Fidel Castro (est. PSRV .75). Castro displayed a "temporary personality disorientation" during a speech as a result of a psionic broadcasting device. The device malfunctioned causing the agent to glow brightly and stand out from within the crowd. The attempt was thwarted with no ill effects to Castro and the agent was executed. Commentary: In another attempt, the Justice Department under Robert F Kennedy (PSRV 2.15) would propose criminal immunity to Chicago Outfit leader Salvatore Giancana if his organization imprecated SCP-7994 upon Fidel Castro. No information is available regarding the implementation of this arrangement; all other attempts on Castro's life end in failure. Over the same period, at least four attempts were made on the lives of RFK and EMK. The assassins invariably were influenced by psionic manipulation when the attacks took place. On 10/10/62 attempted assassin Laura Ramos was apprehended: Incident #7994-249 Prior: Robert F Kennedy and Edward M Kennedy were residing in the Langham Hotel in Boston, Massachusetts. Associates of La Cosa Nostra own the establishment and had met with RFK the previous night. The Kennedys are in a shared room under I-49 protection. <At 05:43, Ramos approaches Agent I-49 #013 with a cart of cleaning items.> Ramos: Housekeeping! One minute please. I-49 #013: Not now, come back in a few. <Pause.> Ramos: Housekeeping. Only one minute please. <Agent #013 does not allow entry into the room. Agent #055 does the same as Ramos attempts to enter the adjacent room, which is unoccupied. Ramos enters a corner room further way.> <At 05:44, an increase in negative psions is detected by Agent #013's selective broadcast device. Within seconds, Ramos blind-fires four Magnum caliber shots through the walls, striking Ted Kennedy in the shoulder and grazing Robert Kennedy.> <Agent #013 renders aide to the Kennedys while four agents encircle Ramos's vantage point. Ramos fires one more shot at the Kennedys and misses as the agents begin battering her door.> <Ramos fires one shot through the door. Agent #055 is struck in his bulletproof vest, incapacitating him with a broken rib.> <The door snaps open. Ramos attempts to reload but fumbles the hot gun. She is apprehended and handcuffed inside the hotel basement.> … <Cosa Nostra associates Michael Cuscino and Ana Perello are present, the latter providing translation assistance for I-49.> Perello: [Spanish] … You know who gave you that gun, at least? Ramos: [SP] No. It was in the cart when the thought came to me. Perello: [SP] No one brings a gun into this hotel without me knowing, so I don't think that's all there is to it. Ramos: [SP] I don't know what came over me! I can't— I'm sorry. Is the president dead? Perello: [SP] You didn't shoot— No, he isn't dead. [English] More of the same. She's just manic. Robert: That's how it usually goes with these types. <Robert Kennedy speaks to I-49 "Eagle" via landline.> Robert: There's nothing really to say, here. Eagle: Yeah, they know nothing until they remember everything. <Ted is supported on Agent #013's shoulder and led to the basement.> #013: Just one question to ask, gentlemen, then on your way— Edward: Who are these people? Has they done the test? #013: No, they're associates. Just answer m— Edward: No, come on! Who're they working for? Robert: Teddy, brother, shut your goddamn mouth. Edward: If they both refuse take the test, what more is there to say? Robert: Ted, it's not a spy test. Why can't we— Edward: Because people are tried to kill us, Bobby! <Agent #013 produces a Liberty Silver coin and offers it to the Cosa Nostra agents.> #013: Just flip it ten times, that's what he wants. Edward: Twenty! #013: Twenty times. <Cuscino and Perello take turns performing a field PSRV test. Receiving respectively 11 heads and 8 heads, they score a 1.35 and 1.80.> Edward: Isn't 1.80 too much nowadays? #013: No, Ted, shut— do you recognize who shot you? Edward: No, her? Why would I? #013: That's all! Now get to the doctor! <An agent brings Ted to a car while the interview fails to progress.> … Eagle: …Could we ask her about how her childhood might have influenced her to do this? Perello: I… I suppose. [SP] When you were real little, did you always feel this way?… #013: Mr. Kennedy, Ted's getting patched up. he'll be fine. You don't have any more business here. Should we exfil? Robert: Yeah, I think so. Eagle: … I can speak some Spanish. Maybe let her speak over the phone? <Robert receives the phone from Perello.> Robert: Hey, George, I'm on my way out. Thank you as always. Eagle: You take care, Robert. I— <The psionic alarms in the White House interrupt "Eagle".> Eagle: Get to safety, Robert. <Call disconnects.> <At 06:22, an influx of negative psions once again is detected. A gas main in the kitchen above the basement spontaneously combusts; two workers in the kitchen and Agent #013 are immediately killed. Agents quickly secure the Attorney General in the exfiltration car.> <At 06:26, en route to the safehouse, the vehicle is struck on the driver's side, instantly killing the two agents inside. Upon back-up arriving at the scene, Robert Kennedy was missing.> Commentary: Laura Ramos is a Cuban national aged 19 at time of incident. Ramos arrived to America as a refugee in 1960. Her life cannot be verifiably accounted from 1961 onward, and she alleges complete retrograde amnesia of events leading to the attempt on the Kennedy brothers. A total of five would perish in the Langham Hotel fire. Following the events at the Langham Hotel, Robert Kennedy was held hostage by the Skull and Bones Brotherhood. Concurrently, President Kennedy entered a period of protracted psionomania. White House Phone Transcript, 10/10/62 Secretary: You've reached the White House visitor's center, please ho— Unidentified Bonesman: Connect me to the President, tout-suite. Secretary: Please hold. Bonesman: We know where Bobby Kennedy is b— <The line is held for approx. 15 minutes.> Secretary: Hello, thank you for holdin— Bonesman: I have information which will lead to the safe return of the Attorney General. Secretary: I don't follow. Bonesman: Get someone on the line who does, then. … Eagle: Who are you and where is Robert Kennedy? Bonesman: George, George, George, it's up to you to make this right. You know the Kennedys weren't part of the plan. Eagle: The plan? Bonesman: Yes. The slimy, cursed bastard isn't doing so hot right now, is he? The ring might be saving him, but it can't save those dearest to him. Eagle: The ring? You— you tell us where Bobby is, no games! Bonesman: No, George, you're the one on a time limit. You and Bobby, and Jack, and the whole damn country. <President Kennedy enters the room. An oscillating hum interferes with the phone call.> Kennedy: Who is it, George? Is it Bobby? Eagle: No, Mr. President. Please let us talk this ou— Kennedy: You telling me what to do? Give me the damn phone, George! <"Eagle" relents to the president.> Kennedy: Now listen, you silly son of a bitch! Whatever ransom you want, you're not getting it! Any problem you have with Cosa, it's on them! You're gonna be one sorry bastard if you think we're going to foot any money for them! Bonesman: This isn't the mob, Mr. Kennedy. Just listen up. We don't want your money, we want you to resign. And then we want Johnson to resign. And if the problem remains with McCormack, he resigns too. Only then will Bobby be freed. Kennedy: And what problem is that? Bonesman: You are unfit. Your bad luck's rubbing off on everyone. Didn't get the hint when Marylin croaked. Not when you sent those good men to die for Cuba. You just keep raising the stakes. Keep it up, and we're going to use the easy solution on you and Bobby. <Psionic interference alarms begin sounding.> Eagle: Mr. President, it's best we— Kennedy: No, I won't negotiate with the likes of you. You're going to bring my brother here, unharmed, now! Son of a bitch, if you so much as— I dare you to [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Bonesman: That's not gonna work, Jack. We got rings, too, and ours work better than yours. You can't live on borrowed luck forever. We can wait, but can you? <Call disconnects.> Commentary: Within 24 hours, Agent "Eagle" would contact defectors within the Brotherhood and successfully located the facility holding Robert Kennedy on the island of Cuba. Plans drafted to invade Cuba with overwhelming numbers were rejected by the CIA due to the Soviet ICBM arsenal identified on Cuba and excessive mechanical failures afflicting of US military vehicles and armaments. President Kennedy drafted and attempted to send the following correspondence to the communist government of Cuba: Dear "El Comandante" Castro, You. Are. Finished!! Your provocations against the American people will not go unanswered. Our great country's tolerance has worn thin. If you do not release my brother, Attorney General Robert Francis Kennedy, from captivity; if you do not stop the communist subversion of patriotic American organizations; if you do not immediately resign and flee from the island of Cuba: The Cuban people will suffer every molecule of my mind powers! I will soon find my full strength. You will never know peace. You must know that our nation's combined psions are much stronger than your pitiful attempts to harm us. You must know that we will succeed and, though it will be trivial for us, it will cost you everything. Additionally, I have authorized the full strength of US strategic nuclear retaliation to annihilate you if these demands are not met. Already have I called upon the United Nations to manifest the success of our missile program and amplify my now-unbounded psionic powers . I have made my intentions known and have the hearts of many nations on my side. All it would take to destroy your short-lived regime is for millions of freedom-loving souls to turn their heads towards the island of Cuba and imagine in its place a glassed landscape liberated from your evil-doings. If the demands stated in this letter are not satisfied within 72 hours, or harm is brought upon Robert Kennedy, the United States Congress will unanimously vote for war against the nation of Cuba and its allies. Moreover, I will personally kill you with my mind powers, Fidel Castro! So help me God, John Fitzgerald Kennedy The letter was intercepted before reaching its recipient. In response to Kennedy's psionomania, the Global Occult Coalition issued a directive disavowing intelligence cooperation with the SCP Foundation and the United States Federal government until his removal from office. Range of Soviet nuclear missiles. Addendum 7994.B2 The Cuban Crisis Due to Kennedy's psionomania, a catastrophic system failure of psionic defense mechanisms began to occur throughout Washington, D.C. The president was held at Camp David for the duration of events as a Code-Red psionic infiltration event was once again declared by the Overseer Council. A determination was made that proximity to SCP-7994-A events and long-term exposure to psionic broadcasts have permanently altered the noospheric9 composition of the US federal government. Despite O5 Command objections, on 10/15/62, President Kennedy was informed by the CIA of the confirmed presence of Soviet nuclear ICBMs located on the island of Cuba. Proposals to force Kennedy's resignation through psionic influence were underway until the ERZATZ AK9 computational engine was consulted by O5 Command. During a meeting with EXCOMM10 discussions were held regarding the probability that the conflict will escalate into a Third World War: Meeting of EXCOMM, 10/22/62 Present: John F Kennedy (2.40 without SCP-7994-B), Secretary McNamara (1.95), I-49 "Eagle" (.60), O5-6 (0.50), O5-9 (1.05), O5-10 (0.90) <The meeting occurs in the Camp David bunker. Kennedy has chosen to forgo walking in favor of psionic levitation; as he enters the room, the overhead lights suddenly fail and the room is lit by his psionoluminescence.> O5-9: President Kennedy, I'm glad to be heard in person. Kennedy: Yes, yes. Out with it. O5-9: Okay. The whole country is holding their breath that you to not turn this into a war, Mr. Kennedy. Your imprecation is— McNamara: That's what you're calling it? Jesus, you deviants. O5-9: No doubt, the imprecation is part of the escalating tensions we've seen. Mr. Kennedy, the board is set. Thanks to the cascade of containment failures, the stakes cannot be higher. McNamara: Thanks to that Castro, you mean? O5-9: Mr. McNamara, we can pass blame at a different time. This is bigger than one man or one government. Kennedy: This is about my brother, Mac. O5-10: Yes Mr. Kennedy. We can get your brother back with no risk involved. <O5-10 presents a sheaf of papers to Kennedy.> O5-10: Our computation engine ran this calculation every hour for the past week. It's now at 99% certainty; any further and your family curse, imprecation, whatever, it can blunder us into nuclear war. We interpreted that these actions are critical— McNamara: No! No curses or computers are going to decide for this military! We are the experts here, we're the— Kennedy: McNamara, just sit and listen for a moment! <McNamara's chair partially collapses, sending him from his seat.> Kennedy: I'm sorry about that. But Robert, at the earlier meeting you, and all the generals, all the directors, you sought a first strike as the next step in action. But I spoke to the reporters actually in Moscow, and they make it clear that you don't see it the way Mr. Khrushchev sees it. They aren't going to step down. I think we've— we've been a bit gun-ho about this whole thing. O5-09: We got to this point because we overplayed our hand. With 99% certainty, I promise you that when Guevara says that invading Cuba means nuclear war, he means it. Eagle: I see it that way too, Secretary. O5-10: We need to show good faith. We need to retract. This is the course it wants us to take. 777L35 ERZATZ PROPOSAL SUMMARY INPUT: CIA's National Photographic Intepretation Center report on ICBMs in Cuba OUTPUT: "Castro and the ring-bearer must take together the coin test once. The president for the greater score will be removed from office in thirteen months not once throwing a bomb." PROPOSAL: "Arrange for in-person negotiations between Fidel Castro and Kennedy." (O5-10) COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-05 O5-04 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED On 10/25/62, John F Kennedy was en route to Mexico City, Mexico onboard Air Force One to fulfill the proposal of ERZATZ. On approach, the landing gear of the plane failed to deploy, which is immediately determined to be caused by SCP-7994-A. Incident #7994-616 Prior: After four go-arounds, flight controls began to deteriorate further. <I-49 Eagle is looking through a cabin window. He notices the jet engine sputtering due to fuel exhaustion.> Eagle: Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Kennedy: Come on, we've gotten this far! What's gonna get us down from here? Eagle: we're not making it to that runway. I've flown with enough shot engines. Okay, it's settled. <Eagle produces an on-board emergency parachute.> Eagle: We're hitting the silk. Kennedy: We are, now? <Eagle searches for a second shoot and cannot find one.> Eagle: One of us is hitting the silk. Kennedy: Then… It was nice knowing you, "Eagle". My luck's run out. Eagle: No, this isn't your end. You aren't thinking about the mission. You are the one the world needs. <Kennedy removes SCP-7994-B from his hand.> Kennedy: Tell Bobby I love him. It's time for you to be the ring-bearer again. Eagle: Why don't you tell him yourself? <"Eagle" dons SCP-7994-B and a parachute, then harnesses himself to Kennedy.> Eagle: You're coming with me! <"Eagle" approaches the hull door and pries it open. He turns to the pilots.> Eagle: Gentlemen, I'm lucky to have flown with you. <"Eagle" grabs Kennedy's hand and leaps from the plane. Moments after his parachute opens, the landing gear on Air Force One resumed functionality.> … <"Eagle" and Kennedy are exfiltrated to the Gran Hotel for the secret negotiation. Robert Kennedy was exchanged into US custody unharmed.> Castro: Mr. President, my country deeply appreciates your presence.The path of diplomacy is the good way forward. Kennedy: I couldn't agree more. Castro: No matter where we end today, for my people's self-esteem, I will not negotiate the non-existence of my government. Not through plots, not through invasions. I will give, but you will not take. Are these terms clear? Kennedy: Mr. Castro, I've made peace with every outcome. Eagle: Before we start, I must make one last request of you. Castro: You, you're CIA. Eagle: I was. Castro: And what is that request? Eagle: Heads? Or Tails? Commentary: I-49 "Eagle" lost the proposition bet. Regardless, President Kennedy's refused to bear SCP-7994-B, drastically limiting the noospheric fallout of his presidency. The successful deescalation of the Cuban Missile Crisis resulted in the removal of Soviet ICBMs and a mutual moratorium on psionic operations. Congressional PSRV levels are expected to normalize upon Kennedy's predicted removal from office. Addendum 7994.C1: The Death of Kennedy UNREVISED INFORMATION REGARDING THE DEATH OF JOHN F KENNEDY CANNOT BE ACCESSED WITHOUT SCP-001 CLEARANCE. "We can say with some assurance that, although our children may become the victims of fate, they will not be the victims of our neglect." — John Fitzgerald Kennedy Footnotes 1. Gödel-class objects are explainable as an effect of an anomalous scientific law. 2. Dark Sacrament: In Roman Catholic canon, a cult, image, mantra, or ritual which channels Deific energy for explicitly forbidden thaumaturgic purposes. 3. Psionic: Related to innate electrovital sensory and manipulative capabilities in humans and other chordates. Stochastic: Related to random distribution. Psionic-Stochastic: Related to the effect of an individual's unique psionic trace upon the determination of probabilistic events. 4. Psionic-Stochastic Risk Value: The effect of an individual's unique psionic trace resulting in dysfunctional, unintended, or "unlucky" probabilistic determinations. Measured on a scale from 0 to 3, with normal distribution across the general population. 5. The largest bootlegging ring in operation during alcohol prohibition in the United States. 6. Psionic Inhibition Broadcaster: A mechanism broadcasting psionic particles which reduce or alter the electrovital activity of a target; a 'mind-control' device. 7. Skull and Bones Brotherhood: AKA Order 322, a defunct exclusive occult society for students of Yale University. Members are known as Bonesmen. 8. Tychomancy: The practice of thaumaturgic probability manipulation. 9. Noosphere: The background psion particle field generated by human electrovital impulses. 10. Executive Committee of the National Security Council. Palace of the Revolution, Havana, 11/10/1972 <Fidel Castro is playing cards with Richard Chappell and others as a Chicago Spirit agent enters.> Spirit Agent: Boss, new package from Chi-town. Castro: You got the stuff? Let's make it party time, then! Chappell: Yeah, bring it in. Agent: Yes, boss. <The agent wheels a large refrigerated box into the room. Contained within is approximately 400 kilos of Howard Johnson's brand vanilla ice cream.> Chappell: Perfecto. Alright, kid, you gotta get the cigar shipment back across the Way by tonight. Hop to it. Agent: Uh, boss, someone else came along. He said he could show you Geronimo's skull. Chappell: Fidel, is someone going to let my associate in? <Castro gestures with his spoon, and a guard brings the Bonesman into the room.> Bonesman: Mr. Chappell, El Comandante, I'm glad we could arrange this meeting. Chappell: I don't need you to fluff me, pal. Hit me with the bad news. Bonesman: No, this is a good idea. Things are in motion. Chappell: You're selling me on that "Eagle" fella, aren't you? We know he's back with Central Intelligence. No more of your damn Feds. Bonesman: No, we're talking bigger than that. Presidential big. Castro: Don't say you are doing something to end the world again? Chappell: Is it Ted Kennedy? All the other ones dropped like flies. Steer clear of him. Bonesman: No, fuck the Kennedys. You know, get rid of them. No, we got a new man on the inside. A freshman Senator. A good Catholic, no other crews are out to get him. Chappell: Well cheers to you, but we have a good thing going here. I'm trying not to be stepped on. Castro: I'm not sure what it is you want? Bonesman: Power, my friend. You can buy in now and be on top with all of us. You wait and see. One of these days, every candidate will be a Bonesman. And that's no malarkey. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7994" by A Fungus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7994. Licensed under CC-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-7995 | euclid | close Info X Content note: This article contains gore and unreality. Please say if there's anything that should be here but isn't. SCP-7995, resting. Item #: SCP-7995 Special Containment Procedures: All information regarding SCP-7995 collected from testing must be recorded in Document 7995-A.1 Under no circumstances are any personnel to enter SCP-7995. Sick or immunocompromised personnel are not permitted within one hundred metres of SCP-7995. Description: SCP-7995 is an empty structure in the Lake District, Cumbria, UK. Despite externally resembling a typical civilian dwelling, living inside SCP-7995 would be impossible. Its actual prior function is unknown. SCP-7995 is a focal point for varying anomalous activity, with few apparent consistent themes. Tentative attempts at establishing a connecting narrative have been undertaken, and recorded in Document 7995-A. Addendum 7: Sample recovered diary entries from [DATA LOST]. Been meaning to write in here more often. Supposed to be good for you. So, here I go. Need milk Theresa is so hot it's not fair what am I supposed to do For the World is Hollow, and I Have Touched the Sky. God grant me the confidence to think a piece of work that mediocre warrants a title that pretentious. The ships I haunted never sailed; they just drifted through stagnant seas. How fitting. [DATA LOST] Addendum 9: Interview logs Interviewed: Ronald Jensen, Rachel Swann, Elijah Katonga Interviewer: Researcher Julian Farnsworth Foreword: The three interviewees were civilians discovered in the vicinity of SCP-7995 at initial discovery. All were asked the same questions separately; thus, responses have been grouped together for convenience's sake. <BEGIN LOG> Farnsworth: Why were you present at the building when we arrived? Jensen: It's my job. I'm a security guard there. Swann: I work security. It's not particularly weird. Katonga: I was the nightwatchman. Farnsworth: It doesn't strike me as the sort of place I'd have wanted to work in. What sort of work happened there? Jensen: Honestly couldn't tell you. I applied because the pay's decent and I don't have to leave Ontario, actually knowing what I'm guarding isn't much of a priority. Swann: Above my pay grade. Katonga: Sort of hoping you could tell me, actually. I was on my own there most of the time, still couldn't pluck up the courage to snoop. Farnsworth: Can you tell me anything about the people who worked there? Jensen: Bit standoffish, no names, never really stop for a chat. Farnsworth: You didn't learn a single person's name? Jensen: What? No, I mean they don't have names. Swann: No-one works there. Farnsworth: No-one… You're going to have to clarify that, Mrs. Swann. Swann: What is there to clarify? No-one works there, no-one's ever worked there, I knew that when they hired me. Farnsworth: When who hired you?! Swann: Fuck me, you're a bit dense, aren't you? Katonga: I remember a [DATA LOST], he made me a coffee when he was leaving one time. Usually they were more interested in getting home than chatting to me. Couldn't tell you what they were doing, sorry. Farnsworth: Describe your day from when you arrived to when we took you in. Jensen: Well. I got in. Relieved Rach as I got there, clocked on, got behind the desk. Swann: I did my job, like I'm supposed to. My shift started at ten, so I arrived at quarter to. Had a chat with Ronnie before he went. We talked about Carlisle's chances at promotion, would you like to know where I thought we'd finish in the table, too? Katonga: I don't know. It was cold. Jensen: It was pretty quiet, so I started messing on my phone. Spilt my coffee, like an idiot. [he laughs, slightly] Swann: Would you like to know the details of exactly how many times I sneezed on the job? Would that fascinate you? Katonga: It was so cold. Jensen: There were no tissues inside. Swann: There were no tissues inside. Katonga: There were no tissues inside. Jensen: Nothing else really happened, to be honest, until you got there. Swann: Then the SAS broke down the door. But you were there for that bit. Katonga: There were - there's nothing to say. Not really. Farnsworth:2 Thank you for your cooperation, Mx. Katonga, I'll try to let you go soon. I am curious, though, you said you work nights? Katonga: Worke- uh, yeah. Farnsworth: Good, good. In that case, I must admit I'm rather confused as to what you were doing there at when the agents arrived, at… [he checks his notes, shuffling papers] Half one in the afternoon. There is a long pause. Katonga: I had to be there. But I shouldn't have been there. Farnsworth: Do you feel any urges to go ba- Katonga: No! Ze slams zir hands on the table. Farnsworth jumps. Katonga: No, no, you don't understand, I have to be both, but no, that's too much. Too much. Quit while you're ahead. Or just quit. Katonga begins laughing hysterically. Farnsworth edges his chair backwards. Ze abruptly stops, slumping in zir seat. Katonga: Nearly there, anyway. Don't think I've done too badly. Farnsworth: M- [he clears his throat] Mx. Katonga, it w-would really help your case if you could be clearer regarding - Katonga's gaze fixes on Farnsworth. Katonga: What's your first name, Mr. Farnsworth? Farnsworth: …entirely irrelevant? What? Katonga: Still doesn't sit quite right? Well, I'm sorry to dredge anything up, Mr. Farnsworth, but I wish you could use it to drown me out. Thing is, Mr. Farnsworth, is that I want you to imagine you are your name. Imagine it's everything, one little world that sums you up as a person, encapsulates your loves, hates, gives you an identity that through rain or sleet or gloom of night you can cling to that gives you an anchor in the storm just a small small noise that is you. Ze gasps for breath, holding onto the table, rocking gently. Katonga: Now tell someone your name. It doesn't matter who, just do it. Give them all of that. Only you can't. It won't leave. It clings to your tongue, its spines pierce your cheeks and throat, its tentacles reach down your oesophagus and yank it back down. It slams your jaw shut, so hard your teeth shatter, you gag as it squirms its way back down and you know it's right. It's right, Mr. Farnsworth. But I'm right, but that doesn't even matter. Ze shivers, rubbing zir arms, and whimpers. Katonga: This isn't going anywhere, Mr. Farnsworth. It's so cold. <END LOG> Notes: All three were released shortly after these interviews. Each were individually administered a dose of Class C amnestics. This was later followed up with a dose of Class B amnestics, two doses of Class A amnestics, four doses of Class C amnestics, and a solution two parts Class A amnestic and two parts Class C amnestic. Eventually, they all signed non-disclosure agreements, requiring steady payment from the Foundation in return. Addendum 15: Exploration log. Personnel: D-94771 (field), Dr. Valerie Whitaker (base) Foreword: Initial exploration of SCP-7995. <BEGIN LOG> D-94771 looks up at the sky, shielding her eyes. D-94771: Lovely day for it. Always wanted to go to Melbourne, hoped it'd be under better circumstances. The file was pretty vague, anything I should know going in here? Whitaker: Unfortunately, we don't really have any more information to give you. D-94771: Oh, good. Gotten me for a brand new one, then, that's distressingly exciting. Whitaker: We've actually been investigating this for a while. D-94771: Oh. So… I'm the first one to explore it, then. Whitaker: No. D-94771 throws her hands up. D-94771: Well, grand. What can you tell me? Whitaker: Nothing. D-94771: Great. I can already tell you and me are gonna get on famously. Whitaker: You and I. D-94771: [she sighs, looking to the sky] Great. Great. Whitaker: Shall we begin? D-94771: Why not? She steps up to the door. Whitaker: What does it look like, to you? D-94771: A, uh, shed? I dunno. Whitaker: What do you expect to see inside? D-94771: Uh, shed… -y… things? Fuck if I know. [she half-laughs] Plus the spooky monster trying to eat me. Whitaker: That too. Alright, you can go in. D-94771: Lucky me. She enters. Inside is [DATA EXPUNGED] D-94771: Not a shed, then. Okay. There's a reception desk, a cloakroom to the right. No-one coming to take my coat, though. She walks behind the [DATA EXeption desk, and begins looking through. Whitaker: You're not wearing a coat. D-94771: Yeah, well, thought that counts. Desk's full of random shit, I don't think it's anything useful. Whitaker: Alright. Carry on, then. She leaves the lobby, and takes the lift to the first basement. A shadow flickers at the edge of her torchlight as the doors open to an empty laboratory, but no details can be ascertained. D-94771: Bloody hell, what a mess. Okay, er, looks pretty sciency, but… nope, computers aren't working. Whitaker: Anything useful about? D-94771: Uh… there's a diary, okay. Why are there always diaries? D-94771 adjusts her torch so she can read, and begins flipping through. Whitaker: You know that could be dangerous, right? D-94771: Bet it's not. [she is quiet for a moment] "The ships I haunted never sailed; they just drifted through stagnant seas." What a prick. Whitaker: Move on, please, Olivia. D-94771: Yeah, just, hang fire a mo. [she continues reading] Huh. So apparently - There is a deafening screaming, and all contact is lost. <END LOG> Closing statement: Base spent much of the next three hours discussing how to proceed. Extracting D-94771 using another D-class or an MTF was proposed, and rejected. Instead, it has been agreed that all testing with SCP-7995 will cease, and suddenly I see! This is what I wanna be, suddenly I see! Why th- Whitaker: Olivia? Is that you? D-94771: Dr. Whitaker! [she struggles off the couch she is lying on] You there? Whitaker: Does the black moon howl? D-94771: What the fuck does that mean? Whitaker: It is you, good. What happened, are you alright? D-94771: Yeah! Uh, when we got cut off, I found somewhere safe-looking and hunkered down. Picked the kitchen. Whitaker: And the singing? D-94771: Bored. Shall we get on? D-94771 leaves the attic, making her way back to the lift. She goes down to the first floor. Whitaker: How are you feeling, by the way? D-94771: Honestly? Whitaker: Of course. D-94771: I don't like this place. It feels cold. Whitaker: The environment? Or - D-94771: Not physical. Not sure how to describe it, it's like… being at a party where no-one likes you. Although that's most parties I've been to. The doors open to a dusty, dimly-lit corridor. D-94771 cautiously begins to make her way down it. Whitaker: Can you elaborate? D-94771 sneezes, and rummages around her pockets. D-94771: Ah… Not really. It's weird, I dunno. I'm D-class, we say stuff. What, I have to understand it, too? Whitaker: You must have some idea. D-94771: Damn it, could've sworn I had tissues in here… Whitaker: Olivia… D-94771: [she stops, and sighs] Look, you know what happened here? Whitaker: No? Wh- D-94771: I do. But it doesn't matter. Whitaker: Oh? And why is that? D-94771: [she shrugs] Just one of a gazillion other identikit things you don't understand. What's the point? She continues walking in silence. D-94771: It's funny, I don't even know what D-class means. Whitaker: It means you're a prisoner we abducted because no-one would miss you and no-one would mind us doing horrible things to you. D-94771: …you don't mince your words, do you? Whitaker: No. You deserve better than that. D-94771: Do I? What did I do? Whitaker: Er… [sound of shuffling papers] Armed robbery. Your mother couldn't pay the rent, apparently. D-94771: Oh. That doesn't sound like me. At least I don't think it does. Whitaker: Yes, well. It had to be something serious enough to land you here, you see, but at the same time you couldn't hurt anyone. Had to be something understandable, possibly even sympathetic. D-94771: I don't understand. Whitaker: No. You're rather not supposed to, I'm sad to say. D-94771: …doesn't my mum miss me? Whitaker: I don't know. I'm not sure you're supposed to think that hard. Anyway, the more sensitive suggestion is cloning, but I'm not really sure that's a great deal less ethically dubious- D-94771: No, hang on, shut up a second. She has reached a bulky metal door, gunmetal-grey. D-94771: Keys are in the lock. Thank fuck for a bit of convenience. Whitaker: When you're ready, then. D-94771: [she hesitates] Ready for - what?! No, no way, I ain't goin' anywhere fucking near there! Whitaker: Alright, if you feel so strongly about it. You can start making your way back, then. D-94771: You're not down here, doc! You can feed yourself to whatever monster's fucking in there! Not me! Whitaker: Whatever you feel comfortable with. D-94771: Okay. Not the biggest door I've come up against. D-94771 tries the door. It is sealed shut. D-94771: Not even locked. Amateurs. D-94771 turns and runs, out of SCP-7995. Testing complete. D-94771: No ominous creak! Where's my ominous creak? D-94771 shuts the door. Inside is human remains is [DATA LOST] is the missing puzzle piece is seventeen empty boxes of tissues is an incomprehensible horror beyond human understanding, pulped from a half-formed nightmare and described in awkward, tortured metaphor is just some peace and quiet come on … Inside is nothing. D-94771: Boring. Can I come back now? <END LOG> Addendum 19: Document 7995-A. Error: document does not exist. Addendum 20: Memorandum from Director Thomas Walker, Site 9. My secretary directed me to this article, and I'm glad she did. Now, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like whoever wrote this document to come to my office for nine tomorrow, where they will either receive a paper copy of this article, written as though the writer had a brain, or their P45. I want to make it clear, this shambles of a scientific piece is unacceptable. If I can't tell what it even does, you have failed at your job. I hope this is clear. And one more thing: for pity's sake, get those redactions sorted. You're not spies; if the information isn't going to melt my brain, it's for me and RAISA to decide what makes it in. Not you. Expunging it from the database completely is beyond a joke. - Director Walker Addendum 21: Memorandum from Director Thomas Walker, Site 9. Thank you. This is what a proper document should look like. Don't let it happen again. - Director Walker Footnotes 1. See Addendum 19. 2. The other interviews provided no useful information; all further questions were asked of Mx. Katonga alone. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7995" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7995. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Thank you to Kothardarastrix and Ghost Jackal for looking at this. [[/collapsible]] > HELLO O5-1 > COUNCIL VOTE #1379 REQUIRES YOUR ATTENTION. ACCESS VOTE? yes > ACCESSING… > PLEASE VIEW RELEVANT FILE Item#: 7996 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Image of an SCP-7996 reality distortion event. Light refraction and blurs are common occurences in such events. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the unpredictable nature of SCP-7996 occurrences, no feasible containment methods have been devised. Any research inquiries providing potential ways of stopping or reducing SCP-7996 occurrences in the universe are open for consideration. At present, no temporary or permanent solution has been discovered. Currently, all research and matters related to SCP-7996 have been overtaken by the Pataphysics Department. Description: SCP-7996 is the designation given to a series of anomalous occurrences resulting from an ongoing decrease of Hume levels within the universe. Currently, Hume levels have decreased by approximately 2.8% since 2059. This process appears to be accelerating, with Hume levels expected to be halved by 2067. SCP-7996 occurrences include the following. Spontaneous destruction of objects within the universe. Only three such events have been observed, but it is theorized that these events will be more common as Hume levels continue to drop. Events labeled as 'reality distortions.' These events occur randomly and cause the restructuring of matter within an area into unrecognizable forms. The matter within the affected area evaporates after a random number of days without leaving traces. The first SCP-7996 occurrences were observed in September 2059, shortly before the discovery of decreasing Hume levels. The studies of said occurrences were followed by the discovery of pataphysical transmissions, which led to the creation of the Pataphysics Department. This department is currently in authority over all research and matters pertaining to SCP-7996. Addendum-1: Context The following is a briefing from Dr. Michael Cygnus regarding pataphysics and its relevance to SCP-7996. Dr. Cygnus is currently assigned as a lead researcher for SCP-7996, and is a significant entity within the Pataphysics Department. 17/11/2059 FICTION, US, AND ARMAGEDDON by Dr. Michael Cygnus I do not like summarized science. Not with the Foundation or anywhere else. It misleads one to think they know the complete picture of something when they only have a starting point to a vast and complicated network of knowledge. But I suppose 'vast and complex' is a good place to start with pataphysics, as our research has shown that relations between universes go far beyond anything we could have guessed. We, yes me and anyone reading or hearing this, are creations of fiction—the fiction from a pataphysical universe. Someone or something in the universe we have designated as U7k is thinking up stories and scenarios in what they deem a fictional universe, that fictional universe being ours. These enter our universe in the form of pataphysical transmissions, via interuniversal windows.1 We've only ever observed one of these, which is located 1.5 million kilometers from Earth. So what does all this mean for us? And what can it teach us about SCP-7996? For starters, we estimate that 85% of actions and events result both directly and indirectly2 from pataphysical transmissions. As for the other 15%, they result from the universe we thought we knew. From our studies, we've determined that the Foundation and its anomalies are the focus of these pataphysical transmissions; thus we can assume the same for SCP-7996. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to determine much else as of now. All I can say is that whatever entity is transmitting us is probably trying to draft the apocalypse. It is in my and my team's best interest to find a solution for SCP-7996 and the ongoing decrease in Hume levels. What that solution will be, I don't know. But we need to try. It may seem hopeless given how little time we have to think of something before the public getting note of the SCP-7996. However, all that matters is that we haven't run out of time yet. So what we need to do is get to work and try to evade our demise. Addendum-2: Initial message exchange 09/12/2059 To: O5 Command, SCP-7996 team From: [email protected] Subject: SCP-7996 Greetings Reality is disintegrating. Worlds are becoming twisted, while others are being destroyed. I know it may seem normal to have the apocalypse around the corner, but the apocalypses we evade usually don't melt away the universe. As O5-Council members, we cannot directly interact with the anomalous. Therefore this message is also for our team working on SCP-7996. Our incredibly successful Pataphysics Department has stated that the decrease in Hume levels is a result of pataphysical transmissions, which means someone is writing or thinking about it in some degree. Yes, we are in a story. You probably know this already anyway. However, we cannot let this hinder us from finding a solution. We have evaded destruction in the past, and I am confident this will be no exception. If any of you come up with ideas on what course of action to take, please respond to this message with your input. ~O5-1 13/12/2059 To: O5 Command, SCP-7996 team From: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7996 If I understand this correctly, we are the result of someone thinking or writing in another universe. As such, here is my proposal; if we are being thought and written of, this must be a story. Its plot could be that reality is melting away, we try to stop it without success, but at the climax, it ends somehow. After that, humanity resumes its normalcy, if not something extraordinary. Essentially, my thought is that every story has a happy ending. So perhaps we keep doing what we do, and everything will end well. ~Dr. Bright 14/12/2059 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7996 Your proposal is denied. While I can see the logic behind your thinking, we cannot make assumptions. We don't know who or what is responsible for our actions, but there is no guarantee that a satisfactory ending for them is the same as one for us. Even if not doing anything ends with a solution later, we need a solution sooner. Later means more chances for potentially catastrophic consequences. ~O5-1 17/12/2059 To: O5 Command, SCP-7996 team From: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7996 I think we should further our research into the pataphysical. Not with the transmissions, but with the library; the dimension that has all the collective knowledge we know and don't know. Surely an answer has to lie there. Acknowledging that we lack a reliable way to access the library, perhaps we could set aside our differences with the Serpent's Hand. They must know what is happening and understand the seriousness of it. If we cannot come to terms, we'll commence raids of their sites. ~O5-12 18/12/2059 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7996 The Serpent's Hand is very aware of what is happening. However, they won't be beneficial to us. Ever since the SCP-7996 occurrences began, Serpent's Hand activity has decreased on a global scale. Considering that I was once part of them and I remember their ways, they are likely leaving because of the current situation. Indeed, we don't have a reliable way to access the library. Even if we did, the vastness of the shelves would hinder effective searches for useful material. ~Director Moose 18/12/2059 To: O5 Command, SCP-7996 team From: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7996 We need to stop guessing about how to solve this issue immediately. We are actively wasting time by sharing suggestions that won't work. Even if reality melting away takes years, I'm counting every hour. O5s, I'm going to ask you to abstain from this for now, while me and the team come up with a solution. At this time, we only need you when we need your approval. After all, we are the ones interacting with the objects in the boxes. While most of our research is still work-in-progress, we have made some breakthroughs. The pataphysical transmissions are tangible, meaning we can harness them to an extent. Of course, we will have to utilize some of our most advanced tech and Thaumiel objects, which makes this ambiguous. However, maybe, just maybe if we're lucky, we can figure something out with the transmissions themselves. I already have a couple of ideas. ~Dr. Cygnus 19/12/2059 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7996 The fact that we are using the word "lucky" is concerning. Like O5-1 already said, we cannot depend on assumptions, and neither can we depend on luck. What are the odds of us failing? ~Director Moose 19/12/2059 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7996 I am genuinely confident we'll figure something out. However, we must accept that we need luck on our side. Everyday, the universes roll their dice continuously to decide what happens, down to the subatomic world. We need to hope that those dice roll in our favor. I know these are words we despise hearing in the Foundation, but in reality, we all depend on luck and hope. As do our universe. ~Dr. Cygnus Addendum-3: Project REVERSE 29/03/2060 MAKING US PATAPHYSICAL by Dr. Michael Cygnus Image of the PTCM's pataphysical transmission container. Considering the nature of the situation at hand, it would be an understatement to say that we need to get creative. After working our magic at the Pataphysics Department, we constructed a more reliable version of our prototype devices, designed to capture pataphysical transmissions. The Pataphysical Transmission Concentrator and Manipulator, or the PTCM. With the PTCM, we can capture pataphysical transmissions. From there, we can manipulate and use the transmissions to our will, which will be needed for Project REVERSE. Our plan is to create stories about authors hindering themselves from writing about SCP-7996 and apocalyptic scenarios. Or something of that sort. Through its manipulation systems, we convert our stories into pataphysical transmissions via the PTCM, and beam said transmissions into U7k. The hope is that this will prevent the entity from continuing to write and think about us in their current manner. Essentially, we the characters, tell the author what to create. Admittedly, this project is complicated and arouses doubt. However, as I've reiterated, we must try anything. We cannot let complications or doubts hinder us. The more we try, the greater the chance is of us finding a solution. The following is a documentation of stories used for Project REVERSE. Creator Summary Comments Dr. Cygnus Story consisted of an author creating a scenario in which humanity experiences a universe becoming unsustainable for life, due to reality disintegrating. The author becomes uninterested in writing about destructive consequences, and redirects the plot to rehabilitate the universe. Simple, sums us up well, and should be encouraging for whoever is our creator. ~Dr. Cygnus. Dr. Bright Story consisted of an author specializing in writing stories without satisfactory endings. The author decides to make an exception for the story they are currently writing, and finishes the story with a desirable ending. There are countless apocalypses to draft up. Just make an exception for us please. And hope that our universe isn't the only one they're controlling. ~Dr. Bright. Dr. Robert Scranton3 A series of science-fiction tales, describing a universe which has evaded cessation. Civilizations within the universe are seeking to improve living conditions and societal cooperation, which are described as being poor prior to the evaded cessation. If we can overcome this, perhaps we could learn to settle our differences, and seek to become a better society. ~Scranton On 17/04/2060, all three of these stories were transmitted into U7k. Analysis indicates that the transmissions successfully entered U7k. On 14/05/2060, a SCP-7996 reality distortion event occurred near Namangan, Uzbekistan. This occurred in close proximity with civilian housing, and became the most difficult SCP-7996 occurrence to cover-up. The following note was provided by Dr. Cygnus, nine hours after the occurrence. 15/05/2059 To: O5 Command, SCP-7996 team From: [email protected] Subject: Project REVERSE Well, unless the entity is slow to react, I'm calling this a failure. Before we give up hope, I must mention that we made some intriguing discoveries during Project REVERSE. Our access to U7k is more reliable than what we speculated, which could become useful for future projects. Additionally, a discovery the Pataphysics Department made is that all pataphysical transmissions have become 6% less intensive since we started observing them last year. ~Dr. Cygnus Addendum-4: Project OGLE 26/06/2060 POCKET DIMENSIONS AND 7996 by Dr. Michael Cygnus The decision to observe other pocket dimensions to see if they were affected by SCP-7996 was a suggestion by Dr. Tilda Moose, following her reports about the Serpent's Hand leaving our universe for the library. These pocket dimensions are products of pataphysical transmissions, since they are under Foundation interest. Project OGLE focuses on traveling to pocket dimensions attached to our universe to observe the effects of decreasing Hume levels there. Perhaps if we are lucky, someone from one of them may provide insight on a solution. The following is a collection of logs acquired from the two most significant Project OGLE explorations. Land of the unnameable folk Image of SCP-7996 occurrences within the forest beyond worlds. A single team was dispatched into the woods without monikers per protocol for a standard exploration. Large numbers of SCP-7996 occurrences had distorted sections of the the grove beyond the well, with some causing difficulties in exploration, as they overlapped the the only path of the nameless realm. The exploration team noted the absence of native entities during the exploration. The following is a journal page recovered from the exploration, previously owned by a native entity. It is noted that the journal denotes a name to the trees which cannot be worded, which have been expunged per protocol. Currently, all safety protocols for referring to the wilderness which shall not be named remain essential. I thought the war was the last trouble we'd ever see, but all these unexplained events are worse than anything we could ever imagine. Countless of my people are dead, including most of my family. People are attempting to leave, but I don't see any chance of safety in this. I feel like my body is barely intact and is falling apart. It feels as if a weak hit would disintegrate me. I am beyond hopeless. I remembered the first time I was told about our absence of names. How we could not designate this forest by name. However, here I am doing so. I only noticed when someone tried putting it to the test yesterday. Something's not right. Whatever is causing this may be giving us our names back. But what good are those if we're all dying? I recall my family telling me about how one should hold onto something they enjoyed, even if they lost interest in it. They said everything I used to enjoy still had treasure in it, and losing it causes regret and disaster. I don't know what they meant by that, but the only thing I enjoy are these woods. And will not lose interest in them, no matter how ruined they get. Not until I'm next to die. They are my only home after all. Corbenic Six members of MTF-Omega-16 were dispatched into SCP-2922-C. Communication with the team remained unstable throughout their exploration, indicating an error with SCP-2922. MTF member Ω-16 Dune maintained communication throughout the exploration, with communication exchanges being logged below. L1 Ω-16 Dune: Director, hello? We're here, in the desert. Director: I read you Dune. What does the area look like? Ω-16 Dune: How it usually does. Green sky, dim light, cold wind. Although the moons in the sky appear…off. They have swirls and twists on them. Director: Understood. Please get to The Valley of Striders. Call me when you reach it. Ω-16 Dune: Understood director (static) and we'll (static). L2 Ω-16 Dune: Director, we've arrived at the valley. And in case you're wondering, we don't feel starved or dehydrated. Director: Copy that. What do you see? Ω-16 Dune: The valley is…looks like the faces of the moons. All twisted and distorted. The slopes of mountains too. And there's not a soul in any direction we're looking. Director: Okay. Can you see Bogal Mountain? I need you to ascend the mountain next to it. Ω-16 Dune: The one with the three-faced tree? Director: Yes. Get to the top of it. Call back when you summit it, or encounter anything noteworthy. Ω-16 Dune: Roger. But-(call terminates abruptly) L3 Ω-16 Dune: Director, we encountered the tree, but only one of its faces appeared alive however. The other two were gone. Director: Understood. Did you ask it anything? Ω-16 Dune: Yes. We asked it if it knew about the anomalies. It told us it hadn't been visited for a long time, and that it had forgotten much. It claimed that the land was being forgotten. I…don't know what that meant. Director: Understood. Well, assuming that face was the truthful one, we're at least getting something. On a different note, our communication with you is rather unreliable. Ω-16 Dune: We've noticed ourselves. My last call ended before I hung up. I figured you'd order us to ask the tree about the anomalies, so that is what we did. Director: At least I can still rely on you. Ω-16 Dune: (static) what's next? Director: We need to see if the Initiative is still active. Please explore until you encounter anything relevant to them. Your connection is getting choppy again. L4 Ω-16 Dune: Director? You read me? Director: I read you Dune. Ω-16 Dune: We passed the Marble Hall and…it was surprisingly calm. No chaos like there is usually, just a lot of destruction. Director: Have you found anything related to the Three Moons like we told you to? Ω-16 Dune: Yes. Or what's left of them. Saw a couple figures walking down the coast of the sea, and talked with them. Director: And what did they tell you? Ω-16 Dune: I think (static) them to tell. (Call terminates abruptly) The following is a voice message received from Janet Spiegel's4 SCP-2922 channel on 10/07/2060. Hello, SCP Foundation. Remember me? I'm the person who helped you discover this place. I still have not overcome what you did to me, you cowards. But it doesn't matter now, does it? We know what is happening as much as you do. Since it is the result of the pataphysical, not even the afterlife will survive. We tried reaching the alternate universe, after we started collapsing because of the occurrences. None of our drones ever returned, nor ever transmitted anything. Our people continued to suffer, as the occurrences destroyed our cities and environments, and we burned more resources trying to stop it. You cannot rely on us to save you as we've tried, because we're just as helpless as you. All the entities we've communicated with claim that the land is being forgotten. I don't know what it means, but I don't see any sign of the destruction stopping. All I can say is this. We who've reached the final test, are all set to die again. 12/07/2060 To: O5 Command From: [email protected] Subject: SCPs Greetings. As of me writing this, several anomalies at Site-19 are displaying strange behavior. Others are losing their anomalous properties altogether. While there are more anomalies affected by the latter, it is better to be safe than sorry. I would like to ask the O5s to request all MTFs in proximity with Site-19 to be on high alert for containment breaches. ~Director Moose 12/07/2060 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCPs This is the fifth report O5 has received about anomalies behaving abnormally or neutralizing themselves. Several site directors have reported anomalies being spontaneously destroyed. As such, you are not alone. Despite everything we need to keep tabs on, O5 will hold a meeting about the situation. In the meantime, we'll alert MTFs about the situation. ~O5-1 12/07/2060 To: O5 Command, SCP-7996 team From: [email protected] Subject: Meeting Greetings. Initially, I planned to show a proposal for our next project in this mail. This was to retry what the Three Moons Initiative was doing, which was to send something into U7k to get direct observation on the source of the pataphysical transmissions. However, this new trend of our anomalies being changed or destroyed is notable, as it cannot be coincidental with the observation we made during Project OGLE. As I've mentioned before, we the Foundation and our anomalies are the focus of the pataphysical transmissions. The note we recovered from the first exploration gave a name to, well you know. Also, SCP-2922 kept malfunctioning during our exploration of Corbenic. What I'm saying is that even the anomalies we're not directly containing are being affected. I would like to state something else in this message as I'm typing. I think this needs to be a group effort; it ought to be one anyway. We the Foundation need to learn to set aside differences when situations get serious. I would like O5s to organize a meeting with significant Groups of Interest if possible. We need to gain insight into the situation from their perspective. ~Dr. Cygnus On 15/07/2060, the O5 Council agreed to organize a meeting with Groups of Interest willing to attend. The meeting was held on 25/07/2060, at Site-14. The day before the meeting, the following note was found in Dr. Cygnus's office. Oh no. Addendum-5: GoI meeting 438 25/07/2060 GoI MEETING 438 TRANSCRIPT Meeting summary: Meeting held between the Foundation, the Global Occult Coalition, the Horizon Initiative, and the Church of the Broken God regarding SCP-7996 Representatives: O5-13, Dr. Michael Cyguns (Foundation); Agent Fredrik Karlheinz (GOC); Katherine Fitzrovia (Church of the Broken God); Tariq Dwokin (Horizon Initiative) Karlheinz: Look at this! The Foundation who takes pride off containing the destructive has failed, and now asks us for help! O5-13: We did not bring you here to bicker. Our situation is serious, and we need to remain competent. What is your input, Fitzrovia? Fitzrovia: I'm afraid I have to concur with the GOC. We've tried to bring humanity together for centuries, to bring civilization to levels never imagined before, and all the Foundation has done is hindered our efforts, for the sake of preserving this pity thing called normalcy! Karlheinz: And directing their research towards containing the bizarre, instead of researching methods of preventing the apocalypse countless times over! Dwokin: Stop! Recognize the situation! We need to settle our differences for now, and find a solution! That is what the Foundation told us. O5-13: Thank you, Dwokin! Now everyone, please sit down. Fitzrovia: Can I be sure this guy won't shoot me the first chance he gets, given our relations? Fitzrovia points at Dwokin. O5-13: This meeting is secure, no one here has weapons. Now, let's get to business. O5-13 looks through her papers. O5-13: Reality is becoming less real. I'm sure you're all aware of that. The consequences are already troublesome, and are set to become more severe. And it is all because of our story. We bring you here to share each other's perspectives, and come up with potential solutions for the issue. Fitzrovia: Well our solution is to put more pressure on us to rebuild Mekhane. Our progress with collecting parts has been increasing in the past few decades. Mekhane will… O5-13: I apologize for cutting you off, but I wouldn't focus on gods for this. Their extent is only within our universe and its dimensions, and pataphysical has authority over all that. Fitzrovia: Are you sure about that? Think about the technological advantages Mekhane will gift us. O5-13: We don't know if we can get advantages over the entity creating us. Besides, we already tried technological solutions without success. Fitzrovia: Maybe you didn't try hard enough. Karlheinz: How about destroying the entity? O5-13: Actually, we are working on a project to send a probe into the pataphysical universe to get observations on this entity. But as far as we're concerned, creating all the nuclear bombs and mass-destruction weapons we can is dumb and short-sighted. Karlheinz: That's not us! I know that's how the Foundation views the GOC but— Dwokin: Let me throw in the Horizon Initiative's two cents. We concur with Fitzrovia, in that our faith is what we're relying on to get through this. Karlheinz: I thought we made it clear that our gods won't be useful, and that they are within the boundaries of pataphysical creation. Dwokin: Faith isn't something with borders, and we are staying on our path. We'll agree with whatever plan is decided on. O5-13: The problem is that we don't have a plan right now. May I ask now…what efforts have you made in attempts to stop the destruction of reality? A five second period of silence occurs. Karlheinz: We tried removing the distortions. It didn't work. Not to— Fitzrovia: Well of course not! They dissolve by themselves after some time! Karlheinz: At least we tried! And what have you done? Tried rebuilding your god like you have for centuries? Fitzrovia: Which is a better course of action than doing something that is essentially nothing! Karlheinz: Nothing?! You're the one who has wasted time rebuilding a useless deity! Fitzrovia: How dare you blasphemy Mekhane! You— O5-13: Stop! We cannot continue this behavior! By the sounds of it, no one here has put enough serious effort into hindering the loss of reality, or SCP-7996. We at the Foundation have done research into the pataphysical transmissions, gathered information on the situation, and made attempts to stop all this! Karlheinz: And what have you found? O5-13: Intriguing discoveries. Among others, we have noticed that the transmissions have become less intensive— Karlheinz: We already know how that works! What about fixing? Dr. Cygnus emerges from his seat in the right corner of the room. Dr. Cygnus: Mind if I…say something? O5-13: I thought I told you I would do the talking. Dr. Cygnus: But you don't know everything. And I have something that needs addressing. Dr. Cygnus lays a set of papers on the table. Dr. Cygnus: Our ideas for preventing a total reality collapse have all been based on one assumption. That we are in a story, and our author is writing the apocalypse. This apocalypse comes in the form of Hume levels dropping, and the occurrences of SCP-7996 as a result. Our most recent studies of the transmissions and data gathered from Project OGLE, suggest a concerning new reality. Karlheinz: What's that? Dr. Cygnus: We are fading away from the entity, as it thinks less and less about us. O5-13: What are you talking about Cygnus? Dr. Cygnus: Most of us can only hold onto interests for limited periods of time. This also looks to be the case for the entity. Fitzrovia: Could you describe what your most recent studies are? Dr. Cygnus: The data gathered from the anomalies within pocket dimensions visited during Project OGLE follow the theme of forgetting or losing interest. While it may not be our most reliable data, considering how little we trust those anomalies, something I can confirm is that pataphysical transmissions are getting less intensive. The percentage of reality they contribute to is…decreasing. Fitzrovia: And what does that mean for us? Dr. Cygnus: [sighs] Nothing good. Fitzrovia: What exactly? Dr. Cygnus: We are not living in an apocalyptic story. We are living at the end of our story's timeline. We're on the last chapter, without the author even knowing or caring. Five seconds of silence occur. Fitzrovia: What do you mean? Dr. Cygnus: The author is losing interest in our universe. The author is forgetting about our story, and is moving on from us. Within a few years, as the interest in the anomalous and the Foundation grows weaker, our universe will continue to become less real. Fitzrovia: But…you said the pataphysical transmissions are contributing less to reality. What if the small part of the universe controlled by…itself will replace the fewer transmissions? Dr. Cygnus shakes his head. Dr. Cygnus: I wish it were that way. But judging by our situation, it appears that the replacement for the missing transmissions is…nothing. Just…a void. And 15% of reality which won't be able to sustain us. Six seconds of silence occurs. Fitzrovia: Well. Fuck. Addendum-6: PTCM Update 15/09/2060 To: SCP-7996 team From: [email protected] Subject: PTCM Greetings y'all. Some major breakthroughs at the Pataphysics Department. We recently completed the construction of highly advanced pataphysical transmission sensors, which are able to detect pataphysical transmissions and their consequences in a given area. In other words, we can now discern the 15% of reality which is unaffected by transmissions. Any thoughts on this being useful? ~Dr. Scranton 15/09/2060 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re:PTCM That is actually great! I think the PTCM may become useful again for our next projects. I'm still on the comedown from our meeting back in July, so I haven't given them enough thought. ~Dr. Cygnus Addendum-7: Final O5-ruling 21/03/2061 ENDING OUR STORY by Dr. Michael Cygnus After more time and effort and use of the knowledge we've gathered over the past year, the Foundation has pushed forward three proposals for fixing SCP-7996 and the loss of our reality. It's now up to the O5s to vote on what is best. Despite me being initially hesitant to have input from them, I'd say they've followed our developments for enough time to make crucial decisions. They still govern the Foundation's decision-making after all. All three of the proposals involve the PTCM, and I wish I could say they are all carefully planned out. In actuality, they fall more into the category of 'so absurd they might just work.' Project SETFREE: This project intends to close the window to U7k and cut off pataphysical transmissions altogether, via the use of still existing ontokinetic anomalies. This, in theory, will separate our universe from the pataphysical universe. This goes off the assumption that the pataphysical transmissions came to our universe after it was created, and began dictating occurrences within it. It is uncertain if that is the case, but what isn't at this point. Project ACTION: This is a rework of Project REVERSE. It uses a similar method but on a larger scale. The intention is to motivate our author to write and think about us again. As the Foundation and the anomalous have been the primary focus of our story, we need to go beyond an organization that locks objects into boxes, writes a few documents about them, and prevents others from getting to them. This is again going off an assumption, which is that author began losing interest in us because of our monotonous ways. Project CHANGE: Finally, there is the plan I've been the head of developing, Project CHANGE. We've only shared its details with the O5s, and this is by far the one they are the most skeptical about. One of them even called it completely nonsensical. Never thought I'd hear the O5s dis our work like that. And while I do understand their skepticism, in that it seems to be a dead end, I'm proud of the accomplishment. With regard to my bias, this is the one I vouch for. Regardless of my bias, it is for the O5s to decide, and they have to decide soon. The SCP-7996 occurrences are becoming more frequent by the month and harder to cover up. There are already drafts for a BM "Broken Masquerade" scenario, where we lift the veil and expose ourselves. As tired and burnt out as I am, which is expected given how straining conducting research at the Department is, I have not lost myself. I am both confident and hopeful in our organization. This is more true than ever now, considering we have these three projects; and maybe, just maybe if we're lucky, we choose the happy ending. PLEASE SELECT YOUR DESIRED PROPOSAL FOR RESOLVING SCP-7996 Project SETFREE Project ACTION Project CHANGE ▢ ▢ ▢ Footnotes 1. Interuniversal windows are transverses between two universes. It is theorized that these exist for pataphysical transmissions to enter through, and are otherwise not a reliable way of accessing U7k. 2. Indirect pataphysical events result from direct pataphysical events, or events directly created by the pataphysical entity. Indirect events are far more abundant in the universe than direct events. 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} .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; 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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#: SCP-7997 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-7997 Canning Machine, c. 1980. Assigned Site: Area-150 Site Director: Adelaide Worth Research Head: Dr. Ezekiel Yang Assigned Task Force: χ-2 "Unto Caesar" Special Containment Procedures: The Department of Procurement and Liquidation will attempt to acquire all outstanding debt and the entirety of shares of SCP-7997 in a gradual process. The Departments of Financial Esoterica and Tactical Theology will perform continual risk assessment during this process. If no adverse anomalous effects are detected, liquidation of SCP-7997 shall proceed post-acquisition. The anomalous effects of SCP-7997 corporate votes and agents shall be subject to ongoing misinformation campaigns. Description: SCP-7997, or "the company", is Brachistone Shoe Polish Company, a publicly-traded specialty shoe polish manufacturer which achieved apotheosis on July 23rd, 2021. SCP-7997 was founded in 1977 in the United States of America as a specialty provider of high-quality shoe polish for fetish footwear. The value of the company is uncertain; SCP-7997 does not have a quoted stock price on major equity exchanges but was listed as over-the-counter pink-sheet stock starting in 2009. SCP-7997 is illiquid; share trades on average four times a year at prices ranging between $1 and $10. Over 60% of SCP-7997 is owned by corporate officers ("C-Suite") of the company. The remaining 40% is estimated to be held by several hundred individuals, such as retail investors and former members of the company. SCP-7997 has avoided regulatory scrutiny for the majority of its existence due to its small size, specialized industry, and minimal use of thaumaturgy.1 Therefore, the exact processes that led to SCP-7997's apotheosis are unknown. JTF Chi-2 ("Unto Caesar"), a joint task force of the Departments of Financial Esoterica and Tactical Theology, theorize that internal SCP-7997 corporate processes, employee actions taken on behalf of the company, or a combination of such fulfilled the criteria to serve as an apotheosis ritual. The nature of these actions is currently unknown. It is believed that the apotheosis of SCP-7997 was not an intentional decision by members of Brachistone but rather the result of a series of random fortuitous events. SCP-7997 possesses an outsized metaphorical font of divine power (referred to in various cultural traditions as numen, kami, mana, etc.). This power can be exerted locally for a wide variety of reality-warping applications, but over extended ranges the power can only be exerted in relation to SCP-7997's domains. SCP-7997's spheres of divine influence appear to be shoe polish manufacturing, fetish gear maintenance, and naphtha2 distillation. For example, employees of SCP-7997 are capable of reconfiguring their workspaces at will (e.g. matter synthesis and manipulation). However, outside of the SCP-7997 primary office and specialty shops, the matter manipulation capabilities of SCP-7997 have only been detected in cost-free dominatrix boot repair and anomalously efficient petroleum distillation. The Foundation is aware of several corporations with anomalous capabilities. The internal functions of SCP-7997 are opaque; SCP-7997's classification as a deific entity stems from qualitative comparative analysis: The internal structure of SCP-7997 remains corporate; it has not adopted the characteristics of a church, temple, or other religious or otherwise non-corporate hierarchy (See SCP-4985 for examples of an anomalous corporation with significant cultural alteration). The previous corporate culture of Brachistone Shoe Polish Company has been preserved, including self-professed "long-standing values" of "speaking up". No new indicators of corporate malfeasance have been detected post-apotheosis. SCP-7997 does not appear to have agency of its own. SCP-7997 possesses a divine godhead but does not appear to have a greater agenda beyond the goals of its corporate officers and shareholders. Unlike SCP-1442, there is no evidence SCP-7997 is sentient. SCP-7997 has achieved noospheric dominion over the process of shoe polish manufacture with minor dominion over related domains. The most immediate effects are that all 70 employees of SCP-7997 become abnormally knowledgeable and competent with regards to aspects of shoe polish manufacture pertaining to their job titles. For example, production line engineers develop an innate sense of how many batches can be produced daily, and accountants are aware of the exact market value of shoe polish at any time. However, this knowledge is not retained upon departure from the company, suggesting that even if employee actions were involved in SCP-7997's apotheosis, the divine power is vested in the company itself and not in the individuals comprising it. After Witching Hour (00:00-00:59 local time) of July 23rd, 2021, thaumaturgically-potent corporate actions performed as part of the corporate functions of SCP-7997 stopped producing any residual EVE radiation3, instead manifesting irregular Akiva4 bursts. This is analogous to a mage-king/god-king phase transition, in which a humanoid Reality Bender or Thaumaturge5 achieves apotheosis and becomes a divine entity6 (Leiner et al. 2009). The following table defines common terms in corporate finance and explains observations of these functions in the context of SCP-7997. Term Conventional Definition SCP-7997 Function Employee An individual hired by a business to perform specific duties as part of a job in exchange for compensation. Individual employees perform functions associated with SCP-7997's domain. Each possesses a miniscule fraction of SCP-7997's power that can only be applied for purposes associated with their job duties e.g. SCP-7997's "Logistics Representatives" increase the efficiency of petroleum distilleries they order raw naphtha from, and "Public Relationship Managers" produce repair instructions for specialty adult equipment that violate Conservation of Mass using divine power. It remains unclear whether employees are consciously creating anomalies. C-Suite Officer High-level executives, responsible for corporate strategy and management. Corporate officers of SCP-7997 are endowed with a greater proportion of SCP-7997's power and are capable of exercising this power in less predictable ways. They can be viewed as analogous to intercessionary saints or deific epithets and are capable of performing "miracles". For example, Brachistone CFO Sally Terrafino recently anomalously increased the demand for Brachistone Shoe Polish without also decreasing price, in violation of the Law of Supply and Demand.7 Bonds (Debt) A company borrows money by selling a bond and promises to repay the amount borrowed along with a contractually defined interest rate, given by a fixed schedule with a defined endpoint. A bond owner is a lender to the company. In the case of bankruptcy, bond holders are paid first. Holders of SCP-7997 bonds display increased brand loyalty, an intensely personal relationship with the company, and an extreme reticence to sell the bonds. These bonds continue to pay a financial coupon as normal. By analogy with corporate finance, SCP-7997 bonds may convey ownership of SCP-7997's divinity, thus explaining holders' deeply personal relationship with the company. To date, it is unclear if this analogy extends further. Stock (Equity) Shares of ownership of a company. A stockholder is entitled to a company's earnings, liquidation proceeds, or voting power proportionate to the number of shares owned. Owners of voting shares of SCP-7997 may direct larger applications of SCP-7997's divine ability. To date, this power has been used to grant executive compensation in the form of longevity and good health, make wearers of shoes polished with Brachistone products walk 10% faster, and erase a competing shoe polish brand from collective memory. Addendum: Most Current Research FOR INTERNAL DISTRIBUTION ONLY SCP-7997 Working Documentation JTF Chi-2 ("Unto Caesar") Provisional lead: Dr. Ezekiel Yang, Financial Esoterica SCP-7997: Further Avenues of Research SCP-7997 is currently a unique phenomenon. However, the stochastic condensation of its apotheosis suggests that another such event could occur without prior indication, though the failure of such an event to occur for the hundreds of years since the birth of the modern corporation suggests it is incredibly unlikely. The brand recognition of Brachistone is extremely limited. Despite this, traditional academics and business leaders have already begun to notice its anomalous performance; embedded Foundation assets in academic and trade publications have rejected multiple papers analyzing SCP-7997. It is believed that nobody understands how SCP-7997 achieved apotheosis, and business process security policies have prevented detailed investigations. By a stroke of good fortune, Brachistone Shoe Polish Company does not have a dedicated division for esoteric market research. However, we believe that several major corporations, several of which are experienced in augmenting their competitive advantage via esoteric means, are currently attempting to recreate corporate apotheosis. Previous corporate meddling in esoteric affairs has had significant adverse effects. The 1999 deconceptualization of all ingestible liquids except for a proprietary soft drink was achieved without the benefits endowed by divinity; should a corporation with the experience and will to exploit divine power successfully attain apotheosis, a CK-Class Restructuring Scenario would likely follow. It was fortunate that the SCP-7997 phenomenon happened to a relatively innocuous company. Further research will focus on adapting reliable existing deity management procedures developed by the Department of Tactical Theology for corporate deities. The following are under ongoing research. Joint Task Force Chi-2 ("Unto Caesar"), comprised of subject matter specialists from the Department of Financial Esoterica and the Department of Tactical Theology, have provided a set of hypotheses to these corporate phenomena likely to arise during the course of containment. As this is a developing containment matter, several corporate events have multiple speculated theological analogies. Term Conventional Definition SCP-7997 Theorized Function Subsidiary A company owned or controlled by a parent company. SCP-7997 does not have subsidiaries as it is a relatively small company. 1. Avatar or Incarnation. A deity taking material form. However, SCP-7997 may already qualify as an incarnation of a deity. Research is ongoing on whether any existing gods of shoe polish manufacture, fetish footwear, and/or naphtha synthesis have recently taken incarnate form. 2. Demigod. The part-divine offspring of a deific entity. A subsidiary of SCP-7997 would presumably have dominion over increasingly specific subset of shoe polish manufacture and/or fetish footwear and/or naphtha synthesis, or have dominion over these domains within a certain geographic area. Embezzlement A type of financial fraud; someone entrusted with a company's funds misuses them for non-authorized purposes. It is unclear whether misuse of SCP-7997's resources is possible, as no embezzlement or similar crimes have been reported to regulatory authorities since July 23rd, 2021. Theoretically, such acts may result in divine retribution. Injuries suffered by individuals related to SCP-7997 are currently being monitored. Corporate Raid An entity buys a large stake in a corporation and then uses shareholder voting rights to influence the company to take measures to increase share value, often at the expense of long-term company prospects. It is unclear whether a conventional takeover of SCP-7997 is even possible by non-deific entities. Should a deific entity attempt to take control of SCP-7997, the resulting conflict is theorized to be akin to Theomachy or war amongst gods, after which the loser is often sundered and cast into darkness in traditional narratives.8 Financial Default The failure to pay back a loan or a bond in accordance with its contractual terms. Should this come to pass, holders of SCP-7997 bonds will likely feel a sense of abandonment. It is extremely unclear what circumstances might cause this. The company might cease to exist in a traditional bankruptcy, or the deific entity of SCP-7997 might abandon its domain. Until more is learned about the nature of SCP-7997 nothing conclusive can be said. Liquidation The process by which a company is terminated. The assets and property of the company are redistributed to other entities, and the company ceases to exist as a legal entity. 1. Should the divine essence of SCP-7997 arise from the possession of a material asset, and the new owner inherits the apotheotic state. As the Foundation currently possesses several such assets, the acquisition of an additional one is not expected to have adverse effects on the Foundation's metaphysical status or impose undue burdens to containment. 2. Successful deicide. Footnotes 1. Per SEC Rule 0-33i, corporations that emit less than 500 Caspers/year are not subject to regulatory reporting requirements on any thaumatological rituals used; 1000 Caspers/second is usually necessary for successful ritual activations. 2. A petroleum derivative used in shoe polish. 3. Spectral radiation emitted by thaumaturgical acts. 4. Particle associated with deific and religious entities. 5. Type Green or Type Blue under GOC Unified Thaumatology Terminology. 6. Type Black under GOC UTT. 7. 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Special Containment Procedures: Due to a lack of knowledge regarding SCP-7998's origin, containment is currently deemed impossible. Due to SCP-7998’s widespread and continuous effect on all DNA-based life, containment of SCP-7998-1 instances has necessitated the Lifted Veil Protocol. Description: SCP-7998 is a probabilistic phenomenon which greatly increases the likelihood of extreme anomalous mutation in organisms. Mutated organisms are referred to as SCP-7998-1. This is most common in humans, of which 0.3% are SCP-7998-1 instances. The likelihood of 7998-influenced mutation is directly correlated with similarity to the human genome. This means that organisms that are less genetically related to homo sapiens are less likely to exhibit anomalous mutations. In the decades following SCP-7998's initial appearance, SCP-7998-1 instances have become integral to all aspects of Foundation's operations. Approximately 70% of adult human SCP-7998-1 instances are employed by the Foundation, with the remaining 30% of instances largely consisting of individuals with "low-value" mutations. The integration of -1 instances with the Foundation has significantly improved effectiveness across all departments. Lifted Veil Protocols have resulted in more robust and cost-efficient methods of capturing and containing anomalies. The use of -1 instances with immortality, regenerative abilities, or the ability to clone themselves has made the need for D-Class personnel obsolete. Anomalous research has greatly accelerated, with over 5% of mainlist anomalies being reclassified as "Gödel".Gödel-class anomalies can be explained using anomalous science.. Additionally, the severity and frequency of containment breaches have been steadily decreasing over the last 50 years. Notable SCP-7998-1 instances include: Maya Whitney (no codename): Retroactively classified as a -1 instance, Dr. Whitney is a humanoid reptile who began working for the Foundation in 1982. Whitney's abnormally long lifespan allowed her to work for 79 years before retiring in 2061. Genetic testing indicates that she's the oldest known -1 instance, being born over 50 years before SCP-7998's widespread appearance. The implications of this are under research. Fong Fú Wen (“Worldwalker”): Previously classified as a hostile anomaly, Ms. Fong was recently hired by the Foundation to assist in securing anomalies. Small, fluid-filled organs within her wrists allow her to create "portals" that can be used to instantly travel long distances. Idris Elhassan (“Grandmaster”): Dr. Elhassan’s non-Euclidean brain structure leads him to frequently design unorthodox (yet effective) containment solutions to high-priority anomalies. It also renders him incapable of differentiating music from randomly assorted sounds and results in a condition similar to narcolepsy. Ernest (“Dr. Henderson”): An immortal shapeshifting silverback gorilla. Hostile and highly dangerous. Containment efforts are ongoing. Sasha Ivanovich (“Archmage”): Due to abnormal bone growth, Mr. Ivanovich’s skeleton is covered in thaumaturgic runes that allow him to fly, withstand extreme heat/cold, and communicate with the dead (without the use of conventional methods). ████████ ████ ("O5-3"): The Foundation's primary public spokesperson. Due to an antimemetic anomaly involving O5-3's social mannerisms, their anomalous properties cannot be fully understood. Raphael De Santi (no codename): See below. Expanded Profile – Raphael De Santi: Born on May 11, 2050, Dr. De Santi has a golden moray eel in place of of a left arm. The eel.Informally known as “Lefty.” is approximately 76cm long and terminates at De Santi’s left shoulder. Lefty The eel’s brain is connected to De Santi's, resulting in them sharing attitudes towards their environment. For this reason, personnel should not feel threatened by De Santi’s presence. The eel will not harm them. Dr. De Santi is a level 3 Foundation researcher and the primary editor of the SCP-7998 file. Using himself as the primary subject, he has begun researching the experience of SCP-7998-1 individuals. Experimental Results Experimental Results Dr. De Santi cannot speak with eels or other aquatic life. Dr. De Santi cannot breathe underwater or hold his breath for an abnormally long time. The shared attitudes between De Santi and his eel arm occasionally cause him to spend time in dark and sheltered spaces (e.g., underneath tables). This results in negative social and emotional consequences for De Santi. Days where De Santi's behavior is significantly affected by the eel's brain are called "Eel Days." For most of his life, De Santi dreads these days. Dr. De Santi cannot perform at the level of his anomalous colleagues, despite graduating at the top of his class at University College London. Dr. De Santi cannot produce large electric charges like an electric eel. Dr. De Santi is treated like he's the stupidest person in the room. Dr. De Santi can eat food using the eel. It does not know how to drink water. This is completely useless. Dr. De Santi does not know which is worse: School, where everything was expected of him. Work, where nothing is expected of him. Dr. De Santi hates his coworkers. Dr. De Santi does not know if eels are capable of hate. One day, De Santi will drive for 5 hours to the beaches of Western Italy. There, he will cut off his arm so that the eel may return to the sea. Moray eels cannot survive in Mediterranean waters. EDITS AWAITING APPROVAL Edited by Doctor Raphael Fernando De Santi PhD in bioengineering SCP Foundation Researcher Clinically depressed Not that any of it matters anymore Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! No new messages! To: ten.pics|itnasedr#ten.pics|itnasedr From: ten.pics|ivelm#ten.pics|ivelm Subject: Potential transfer I just saw your edits to the SCP-7998 file. See me in my office when you clock in tomorrow. Miriam Levi, PhD Head of Public Relations (Europe) Clearance Level 5 Personal Relations Archive Source: Security camera Location: Office of Doctor Miriam Levi Date: 04/10/2081 (De Santi opens the door to Levi's office. Levi is drumming her fingers on her desk. Her hair, along with most of her office supplies, are floating weightlessly in the air.) Levi: Mister— doctor De Santi. Please take a seat. (De Santi sits. He points at a pen floating next to him.) De Santi: Is this… this is normal, right? Levi: Oh, yes! That's just a bit of a nervous habit. It's been a long day. Long few days, actually. (Several pens fall to the ground. The other objects remain suspended.) Levi: Sorry my office is such a mess. De Santi: It's okay. (De Santi looks at a small succulent floating above the desk. His focus returns to Levi.) De Santi: You wanted to talk about my editing? Levi: Yes. I saw you talk about how… disconnected you felt from the other faculty, and I thought you might be more suited to work in another department. De Santi: You're demoting me. Levi: No, I'm not removing you from your position. And I'm not 'politely asking for you to resign'. I'm giving you a choice, and a lot of the information surrounding that choice is classified. De Santi: I'm confused. If it's classified, how would I know what to choose? Levi: I can't give the exact figures, but I have the authority to give you partial, temporary clearance. By the time the Foundation showed itself to the public, it had already prepared a PR campaign. They were the ones doing the dirty work necessary to keep everyone safe. The PR team focused on the tech innovations, published some research on amnestic therapy for trauma. When people had doubts, they showed off all the scary things the Foundation had captured and killed over the years. The Foundation had been doing the right thing, but it took a lot of work to get the public to believe it. It worked, eventually. It was clear how much they needed us, especially when we knew more about the superheroes than anyone else. De Santi: How much was there to know? The current file hardly says anything. Levi: We had experts in anomalous science, books for disciplines the rest of the world didn't know existed. That also meant we were pretty successful when it came to hiring superheroes. We kept hiring them for decades. For the past couple of years, the other shoe's been dropping. We spent decades making ourselves look friendly, and now they're going back to thinking we're mysterious. De Santi: So we're losing funding? Levi: We're losing respect. People are trying to deal with anomalies themselves instead of calling, governments are pushing back more and more. The public doesn't see us as human anymore — they're starting to think we're just freaks caging freaks. But you, you get how they feel. You know what it's like to be… to be… De Santi: Normal? Levi: I— if that's what you want to call it. (The office supplies have settled on the floor. The corner of a document rises and falls to Levi's breath.) Levi: I'm asking you to join PR. Talk to some civvies, write some articles, make a real difference. We can media train you for the press. De Santi: … I think you've made a mistake. (De Santi begins to stand. Levi takes her arms off the desk.) Levi: If you just listened to what I'm offering— De Santi: I'm here for research! Do you think I applied to this damn place so I could do interviews? Levi: I know, I know. I realize why you're here. You joined the Foundation to make a difference. And I'm trying to give you that. I know this isn't what you had in mind, but it's— you're cut out for it. Much more than I am. Much more than you're cut out to sit in a lab. (De Santi and Levi stare at each other.) Levi: You don't have to come to a decision now. Just think about it, okay? (De Santi stands up, then pauses.) De Santi: I will. (De Santi leaves. The desk falls two inches, its legs crashing against the floor. Levi relaxes in her chair.) Addendum: Janet Eisner, an SCP-7998-1 instance who doesn't need to sleep, has been rapidly outpacing her coworkers. Working for between 14 and 18 hours a day, Eisner has been promoted several times, advancing from a new hire to head researcher over the span of 10 months. This process typically takes 3-7 years. Most recently, she's surpassed Dr. De Santi's push for promotion and become the head researcher for SCP-7998. To: ten.pics|ivelm#ten.pics|ivelm From: ten.pics|itnasedr#ten.pics|itnasedr Subject: PR Job I'll do it. Raphael De Santi, PhD Primary Editor (SCP-7998) Clearance Level 3 Foundation recruitment ad featuring an SCP-7998-1 instance. Personal Relations Archive Source: Studio camera, wireless earpiece Location: Site-91 main sound stage Date: 07/07/2082 (Raphael De Santi and O5-3 are sitting at a news desk. Both of them have earpieces. Film crew members walk in and out of frame.) Broadcast Director Marte Coletti: Everyone get ready, we're recording in 60 seconds. Levi: (Over De Santi's earpiece.) You still nervous? De Santi: Of course I am! How am I supposed to do well with someone like this? Levi: I'm having Overseer Three interview you because they're experienced. They can walk you through it so that they're practically interviewing themselves. Don't think of this as a competition. It's more like… A dance. They know how to lead, so you just need to follow. De Santi: I don't know how to dance. Coletti: Recording in five, four… Levi: You'll learn. (The studio goes silent.) O5-3: Good afternoon, everyone, and welcome to Weird World: your best source on the latest anomalies. I'm your host, [OVERSEER THREE].No other name is, was, or will be perceived.. Today I'm here with Raphael De Santi. De Santi has an ability that isn't as flashy as some of the SCP Foundation's other staff members, but is still certainly worth noticing. Tell us about your arm, Raphael. De Santi: Well, it's… I actually only have one arm. O5-3: Oh? De Santi: For my whole life, I've had an eel instead of my left arm. (De Santi hesitates, then rolls up his left sleeve.) O5-3: Fascinating. And does it have a mind of its own? De Santi: It does, sort of. Lefty and I — I named it Lefty, by the way — we each have our own brains. But those brains are connected, so we think similar things. If I'm friends with you, then Lefty is also going to be friends with you. O5-3: And he doesn't bite friends? De Santi: No. O5-3: Well, in that case, I really hope we become friends! But seriously, I've been spending time with Raphael — and Lefty! – and they are absolutely lovely. If any of you want to see him, he'll be traveling around and educating people on anomalous marine biology. Tell us some more about that. De Santi: Well, I'm going to be visiting Italy and Spain with a team from later this month all the way until February. We're partnering with several aquaria and setting up booths to talk to people about the different types of anomalous fish we see here at the SCP Foundation. We want to be fun for all ages and really connect with everyday people. (The light on O5-3's earpiece briefly glows. Their expression changes slightly to an indeterminate emotion. They return to their previous expression.) O5-3: That sounds fascinating. I know you're very busy planning and preparing for your trip, so I'm not going to keep you here for too long. We all know that safety is a top priority here in the Foundation — but how did we keep people safe back when we hardly knew anything about anomalies? Here's Lana Sadler's wonderful documentary A Brief History of Containment. … Cut the film. This is an emergency. (Coletti stops filming.) De Santi: What— was that live? O5-3: None of it's live, kid. Even if it was, you've got bigger things to worry about. There was an accident in Northern Spain — some crazy boar got into a crowd. Worldwalker caught the boar, but she teleported some people with it. De Santi: Are they oka— O5-3: Twelve injured, seven of which were teleported. No deaths. Yet. De Santi: Christ. O5-3: It's the last thing we need, especially now. (O5-3 rubs his face.) O5-3: There's really no silver lining to this. For your sake, I hope you're as good as Miriam says you are. De Santi: Wait, you aren't sending me after this. O5-3: You're on PR. We need all hands on deck. I'm sending everyone after this. De Santi: But I don't even know what I'm doing! I hardly have any training! (O5-3 shrugs.) O5-3: Guess you'll learn. INCIDENT REPORT On 07/07/2082, an anomalous boar made entirely of black marble was discovered in Bilbao, Spain. While it initially avoided large groups of people, Foundation efforts to catch the anomaly resulted in it fleeing into Bilbao's urban districts. As it grew increasingly confused and disoriented[claim unverified], it ran farther and farther into downtown Bilbao. Five civilians were injured as a result of this. Foundation agents struggled to move through the increasingly dense environment. Once agent Fong Fú Wen was sufficiently close to the anomaly, she created a portal connecting its position to the team's portable storage container (PSC). Due to the density of the crowd, seven civilians were also teleported to the PSC. All seven were injured. As of 08/07/2082, two are dead and one is in critical condition. CALLING MIRIAM LEVI… Levi: Hello? De Santi: How screwed are we? Levi: Wa— Raphael, it's 7 in the morning! De Santi: I'm too nervous to sleep. Lefty is shaking. I didn't even know eels could do that, and suddenly I'm supposed to be teaching biology while making everyone believe that the Foundation is some fantastic little— Levi: Calm down! I'm still half-asleep, so I don't need you yelling in my ear. De Santi: Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. (Levi sighs.) Levi: I don't either. Read a book or go on a walk or something. I'm too tired to think of a motivational speech. Just… be yourself. I asked you to work for my department because you're more human than the rest of us. That's why you're scared of talking to people, while I’m scared of stranger things. Like floating someone’s kid too high or… dropping them. De Santi: You worry about that? Levi: I worry about other things too, but I've had a couple close calls like that. There are also floating knives, glass objects, that sort of stuff. Sorry, I'm talking too much. De Santi: No, no, you're good… anyways, I'm going to let you go back to sleep. Levi: Bye—you're going to do great. De Santi: Thanks. Goodnight. CALL ENDED Foundation recruitment ad featuring SCP-7998-1 instance Fong Fú Wen. Personal Relations Archive Sources: Several Locations: Several Dates: 09/07/2082 - 01/17/2083 De Santi: Hello, I'm Raphael De Santi. De Santi: I'm Doctor De Santi. De Santi: This is Doctor De Santi. De Santi: And I'm here to answer all your questions about anomalies. De Santi: What's your name? De Santi: Miss Molina, I can assure you that Foundation researchers aren't grown in vats of chemicals. We're normal people who get hired, just like anyone else. De Santi: No Mister Santaro, you don't need to be part animal to work at the Foundation. If you take a look at the other crew members, you'll see that I'm the only person who is part-animal. De Santi: You said you wanted to know about "Parawatch?" De Santi: (To Levi.) Are those… Are they protesting us? (Raphael De Santi and Miriam Levi are sitting on the floor of a hotel room. A six-pack of beer sits between them. It's dark outside.) Levi: Another day… De Santi: Another disaster. Levi: Cheers to that. De Santi: No, fish don't have a god. If they did, I wouldn't know about it. De Santi: No, I promise he's not going to bite your chil… they're gone. De Santi: The Foundation doesn't torture people. They don't steal homeless people and do unethical experiments. They used to use death row inmates, but they stopped doing that over 20 years ago. De Santi: Sorry, Parawatch isn't exactly in my field. You can try asking one of the other staff members. De Santi: Yes Luca, I know what your mother said, but I promise you the people in the Foundation are all very nice. (Raphael De Santi and Miriam Levi are sitting in the back of a van. A coffee pot and paper cups sit between them. De Santi stares into his cup.) Levi: More coffee? De Santi: Yeah, more coffee. De Santi: Oh, gigafauna are very interesting! Normal animals can't grow too big because of this rule called the square-cube law, but anomalous gigafauna… De Santi: I am normal. We're all more normal than you think. De Santi: Hey! Don't try to break that! De Santi: Yes, I've done research, but I'm also on the PR team. That stands for "public relations"… No sir, we don't make propaganda films. De Santi: Wha— We don't eat babies! Where did you even get that idea? De Santi: You don't have to be a super-genius to work at the Foundation. Actually, most of us aren't anomalously smart at all. I had to study just as much as anyone else to get my degree. (Raphael De Santi is brushing his teeth in a hotel bathroom. He spits into the sink before looking at himself in the mirror. There are bags under his eyes.) De Santi: Halfway there. De Santi: I'm not a monster. I'm just here to try and inform people. De Santi: No, I don't know anything about Parawatch. De Santi: I know you're worried. That's part of why I'm here: to tell you that we're much safer than you think we are. De Santi: I… that's a personal question. De Santi: Ma'am— De Santi: Sir— De Santi: If you're going to ask me questions about my work, feel free. If you're going to attack me with pointed questions, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. (Raphael De Santi and Miriam Levi are on break. Levi lights De Santi's cigarette.) De Santi: Do you know what Parawatch is? Levi: Huh? De Santi: It feels like every other person wants to know about Parawatch. I've never heard of it. Levi: I think I remember reading an article about them. They were their own little organization of people capturing anomalies. Disappeared pretty soon after the Foundation went public. De Santi: Are you sure? (Levi shrugs, then blows a cloud of smoke.) De Santi: We have all sorts of crabs in containment. There's one that can talk to you, but all it says are chess moves. Apparently, it's very good. De Santi: Lefty hasn't bit anyone since I was twelve. De Santi: They didn't experiment on me. They don't experiment on anyone who doesn't agree to it. De Santi: —No, listen. We're not mad scientists. We're not human traffickers. We're not circus animals or ringleaders. We are researchers funded by your government. Any graduate school on the continent does work similar to what we do. De Santi: We're wrapping up after the show, but I can talk to you more about how we track deep-sea animals if you stay. De Santi: Okay yes, our work does involve "monsters," but the methods and the research process are very similar to what you'd see in a grad school. De Santi: … You know, I've thought about letting them experiment on removing him, but I don't think I want that. I— I like him. Kind of. De Santi: Thank you for stopping by. De Santi: Thank you for your questions. De Santi: Thanks, I hope you enjoyed it! De Santi: And be sure to check out our website! Personal Relations Archive Source: Security camera Location: Office of Doctor Miriam Levi Date: 01/19/2083 (De Santi and Levi are sitting on opposite sides of her desk. They're both resting their bodies on its surface. No objects are floating.) Levi: Fucking hell. De Santi: Yeah. Levi: We did it. De Santi: Yeah. We brought things back around. Saved our part of the world. Levi: I mean, you did most of it. De Santi: Yeah. Levi: You were supposed to disagree with me! De Santi: I'm kidding! I'm kidding — I couldn't have done anything if it wasn't for you. Levi: Thank you. But I have to admit, you were pretty impressive out there. De Santi: Well, you were the one who trained me, so… Levi: So nothing. I'm not stealing your credit on this. De Santi: "On this." Levi: You know what I mean. Everyone on the team did great things, I'm singling you out because you're so stubbornly against feeling good about yourself. De Santi: I… Well… Okay. Levi: I want you to feel like a hero. 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SCP-7999 | euclid | Come find us. We'll be waiting. oritiefling Did you enjoy the article? Please check out my other works! Right here! “A time will come when men will stretch out their eyes. They should see planets like our Earth.” ― Christopher Wren Item#: SCP-7999 Level3 Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Sketch of the SCP-7999-3 species from the notes of Agent Basil Sias. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7999 has already resulted in a partial Lifted Veil Scenario, Foundation efforts are to focus on declassifying the phenomenon and integrating SCP-7999-3 individuals into general society. These integration efforts are under the purview of Site-120's Integration Committee1. Likewise, Foundation diplomatic and communications groups are to maintain positive relations between SCP-7999's society and humanity. No personnel are permitted to approach SCP-7999-1 without express approval from the O5 Council. All SCP-7999-3 individuals passing through SCP-7999-1 must be catalogued in an official record of arrivals and departures. Description: SCP-7999 refers to the following interconnected anomalies: SCP-7999-1: A wormhole that manifested approximately 405,000 km from Earth on March 6th, 2027. This wormhole links the solar system to GN-z11, a galaxy within the Ursa Major constellation located approximately 32 billion light years from Earth. Thus far, all attempts to pass through this wormhole have failed. Still of a security video taken at the time of SCP-7999-1's opening. SCP-7999-2: The exoplanet GN 667Cc,2 visible on the other side of SCP-7999-1. SCP-7999-2 is approximately 250,000 km from the wormhole as it appears within its local system. SCP-7999-2 is approximately the same size as the planet Mars, with a gravitational force 0.364 that of Earth's. SCP-7999-2 maintains an atmospheric composition comparable to Earth's during the Carboniferous period.3 SCP-7999-2 is largely aquatic, with approximately 85% of the planet's surface covered in liquid water. Details regarding the planet's surface are undergoing further research. SCP-7999-3: The local intelligent civilization of SCP-7999-2, known locally as "Keradids". SCP-7999-3 individuals are hexapedal arthropods superficially similar to Mantodea4 with enlarged craniums. Their front limbs are capable of serving as both legs and arms, with a three-fingered structure at the end analogous to the human hand. SCP-7999-3 individuals range in size from 1-1.3 meters tall. SCP-7999-3 are intelligent, with their civilization categorized as a Type II on the Kardashev Scale.5 It is believed that it would take humanity over 10,000 years to reach a comparable level of technology at its current rate of development. Current distance: Approximately 655,000 km "We truly were not alone!" "Are they like us?" "No, not at all. Fascinatingly, we bear few, if any, similarities. But such a thing does not matter. This discovery is a culmination of a lifetime… no, several lifetimes of work. And now we finally see. Now we finally know we truly were not alone in this universe." "So what do we do next? Do we send them a message? Or do we wait for them to speak first?" "Too many questions. Permit me to work." "Wait… that is…" Addendum 7999.1: SCP-7999 Briefing SCP-7999-1 initially manifested approximately 405,000km from Earth, between the orbits of Earth and Venus. Due to its proximity to Earth, SCP-7999-1 was immediately visible to the naked eye across the northern hemisphere and parts of the southern hemisphere. The Foundation immediately began attempting to control the spread of SCP-7999-1 information via media control, the deployment of aerosolized amnestics, and the deployment of targeted memetics to remove humanity's ability to view SCP-7999-1 entirely. Investigation into SCP-7999-1 followed. Within 12 hours of SCP-7999-1's initial manifestation, a series of 5 messages were rapidly broadcast across global radio networks. The Foundation employed Rosetta.aic6 to translate the messages. After 22 days of analysis by Rosetta.aic, the messages were successfully translated. All messages received translated to the following: "Hello? Are we heard? Does this world think?" Addendum 7999.2: March 28th, 2027 Site-120 We had been staring at the message on Rosetta's screen for nearly half an hour in complete silence. It had become a repetitive practice at this point, visiting this room to see if Rosetta had finally cracked the code. We knew she had the ability to, we knew such a thing was possible in theory, but neither I nor Asheworth really expected it to come through. A message, in plain English, from an alien civilization. Asheworth was the first to finally speak. Dr. Daniel Asheworth: …and that's all they said? Agent Basil Sias:7 I've run all of these messages through Rosetta more times than I can count, and this is all I'm getting back. Rosetta has a 99% confidence rating, and the only reason it isn't perfect is because of some errors made back when she first went online. I'm pretty confident in this translation. Asheworth: That's a lot of characters for such a short statement. What did the O5s have to say about it? Sias: Initially? Flipped their shit about the fact that suddenly the entire planet's population could see an anomaly just sitting there in the sky. It's good it took a few hours for the messages to come in, because from what I heard they spent the time arguing over whether to knock out everyone on the planet and throw an antimemetic shield over the planet to keep pretending it wasn't there. Asheworth: Yeah, but what about now? Sias: Well, it's why they came to me, and why I'm talking to you. We spoke for a bit. Er, well, I guess it was less speaking and more "talking them off the ledge". I reminded them about Site-120's efforts and that seemed to convince most of them to try something different. They want us to talk to them, and maybe even integrate them into our world. Asheworth: That's… surprisingly magnanimous of them. Sias: I'd regale you with the entire conversation but honestly it really wasn't that interesting. You know as well as I do that times are changing, Asheworth. The work you've all done here at 120 is proof that we can actually start taking those steps to lift the Veil, bit by bit. We're hitting the point where maybe, just maybe, humanity can stand to know the anomalous exists. Asheworth cracked a smile. Asheworth: If O5 has approved it, then I'm all for it. Let's draft a response. After some discussion, the Foundation returned the following message: Hello. Let's talk. Addendum 7999.3: April 3rd, 2027 After a series of messages transmitted and received through Rosetta.aic, the native civilization of SCP-7999-2 agreed to send a representative to meet with Foundation representatives. Due to humanity's inability to cross through SCP-7999-1, the SCP-7999-2 representatives agreed to meet at a Foundation Site on Earth. To ease the process of integration in advance of receiving representatives, the Foundation Integration Committee began declassifying initial SCP-7999 findings to world governments and the general public. On April 3rd, 2027, two representatives from SCP-7999-2 arrived at Foundation Site-120. Each individual came equipped with specialized suits that allowed them to survive under Earth's environmental conditions. With their express consent, Foundation personnel installed Rosetta.aic into each suit to facilitate communication efforts. A record of interactions between Foundation agent Basil Sias and SCP-7999-3 is transcribed below. Site-120 For several days we sent messages back and forth across the wormhole to one another with Rosetta as our translator. They were eager to talk—after receiving our initial response they sent "hello" back seven times in rapid succession. The conversations were extremely basic, relatively speaking. They wanted to know what we called ourselves, what our world was, what kind of life we were, and we asked the same in kind. Only so much can be accomplished through messages, however, so eventually we agreed to meet one another. They sent an envoy, two members of their species they held in high regard. We met them with a hazmat team at first to ensure they were properly decontaminated before our meeting could start. They had arrived wearing specialized suits that allowed them to survive in Earth's atmosphere, and we took the opportunity to install a copy of Rosetta.aic into both to facilitate communication. I was worried the meeting would be tense, or that we wouldn't know where to start. As soon as I entered, however, I was immediately rushed by one of their envoys who immediately began grabbing and tugging at my face. It kneaded at my cheeks and brushed its fingers through my beard, all with this sense of abject wonder and fascination. SCP-7999-3-B: Look! They are soft and malleable, what a wonder! And upon their face, a chitinous material like our furred animals! Sias: Woah, uh, hello! Nice to meet you as well— The other joined, tugging at my hair. They vocalized to one another with chittering, clattering sounds accompanied by them stomping their front legs. I mouthed a quiet "save me" to Asheworth, who simply smiled in response. SCP-7999-3-A: Truly fascinating, to think a furred animal could be capable of thought. And only four limbs! Asheworth: On behalf of the SCP Foundation, I would like to formally welcome you both to planet Earth. We do have a lot to discuss, so I ask that you two go ahead and join us at the table and let go of Agent Sias. Don't worry, you can start tugging at his face again in a minute. Asheworth shot me a slightly uncomfortable smirk as the two continued their poking and prodding, now focused on my arms. I flipped him the bird. Asheworth: Before we begin anything, what should we refer to you both as? Right now our documentation refers to you all as SCP-7999-3-A and -B respectively, but honestly that's excessive. SCP-7999-3-A: They ask for names? Very well. I am called Ketadanka8. SCP-7999-3-B: I am called Carteckan! Oh, Ketadanka, look! The limb is firm with some solid internal skeletal structure! They continued chittering back and forth to one another as Asheworth attempted to maintain control. Asheworth: Thank you both. Now then, you were the ones who sent out those messages, correct? Ketadanka: That was myself, to be particular. While Carteckan was part of the team involved, I sent the message. Us… we are filled with joy that your species were able to respond. Rosetta struggled to translate tone, even between familiar human languages. Even with that limitation I could tell Ketadanka was uncomfortable to some degree. It seemed stiff, overly formal. Despite that discomfort and formality, it was still more than willing to analyze me like a science experiment. In the moment I couldn't help but imagine a board meeting full of these guys talking business, rubbing their hands over one another. Sias: This is an amazing opportunity for us as well! Though, we do have to ask what the goal of that message was. Carteckan: The portal was opened between our worlds, and our opportunity to speak was presented. We have sent our message to many planets over the ages, but this was the first to respond. We wish to meet. The species here is the first one like us we have ever seen! I have been looking at this world from a distance since the portal opened, and wish to see what this planet holds, what the people here have created! Asheworth: So, are you hoping for a cultural exchange then? Ketadanka: Whatever it is that can be shown to us. We want to learn, and share in return, while we still have time. Sias: With the wormhole where it is, we can't really hide you guys from the world, nor should we. I think this is something we could both benefit from. Asheworth: We've been working towards pulling back the Veil bit by bit, but— Ketadanka: Veil? Asheworth: A technical term. It's what we call the separation between humanity, our species, and that we can't explain with science. Ketadanka: We are not sure we understand. Asheworth: I'm sure our representative can explain once we start. As I was saying, though, that wormhole effectively tore the Veil down in a night. While we could hide you away from the world, there's no real benefit to that for either of us. A cultural exchange is probably the best way for us to start understanding and introducing your society to our own. I'm all for it. Ketadanka: This is news that fills us with joy. We have already chosen Carteckan as the one who will represent us, if that is acceptable? Asheworth: That's perfectly acceptable! We're more than willing to show Carteckan around. Basil? Sias: Yep, I can take point there. I reached out a hand to Carteckan. It gazed back. Though it didn't emote the same way we did, I could tell it was confused. I reached its own hand out after a moment, and I grasped it in my own. Carteckan recoiled, yanking me into the table. I paused for a moment to catch my breath before laughing. Sias: Here, we can use this as our first cultural exchange. This is a handshake. I held my hand out once more. Sias: We use it to say hello. Carteckan once again reached out its hand with hesitation, and I took it in my own. Carteckan flinched as I began to shake, before returning the gesture with equal vigor. Current distance: Approximately 550,000km "Yes? Is there a problem?" "Those coordinates are in a fairly compromising spot, no?" "Yes, I am aware of the risks involved here. That being said, is this truly an opportunity we can pass by? After all this time?" "I… suppose it is not." "We need to understand. This is not about pure scientific curiosity. It is a culmination of millions of lifetimes of work. Something that can finally allow us to die peacefully knowing that life lives on out there on the other end of the universe. To know that something will live on after we are gone." "I want to know them as much as anyone else here does, but is this course of action truly worth the risk?" "It has to be." Site-120 Carteckan: What is it we are to see first? Sias: To be completely honest, it's difficult to really decide where to begin. Humanity is not a monolithic species—there's a myriad of cultures and societies to potentially show you, and each would be different. I've got approval to take you offsite, so the world's our oyster. Carteckan chittered in response, rubbing its forelegs together. Forearms? I hadn't really figured out what to call the upper limbs where their hands were. At this point I had seen Carteckan walking using all six appendages, and trying to figure out analogous biology was proving to be a struggle. Sias: Hm? Is something wrong? Carteckan: The voice that translates the words, I do not understand what it spoke. I understood "world" and "our", but what is "oyster"? And what does such a statement mean? I chuckled. Sias: Right, right. Sorry, I probably should avoid using idioms. "The world is our oyster" just means that we're in a position to take advantage of the opportunities life has to offer us. Humans have a lot of little expressions like that. Carteckan: Oh! So this oyster means great opportunity! I could say that communications between our worlds is our oyster! Carteckan chittered again, this time bobbing its whole body up and down. I laughed. Sias: Ketadanka was asking about the Veil earlier, right? Carteckan: This is correct. We were not understanding what was being described by Asheworth. Science can explain anything with enough time, can it not? For example, science can explain why humans have a skeleton inside their bodies instead of outside. Certainly there is nothing here that cannot be explained with study? Sias: I have something to show you first, that might help a bit. Current distance: Approximately 480,000km "It is done." "…it is done. There they are. It is… beautiful." Addendum 7999.4: April 4, 2027 Site-120 Carteckan: So what does this word "Veil" mean? Sias: By that we mean the Veil of secrecy. What we at the Foundation hide from the world. Carteckan once again made that chittering sound, rubbing its appendages together. Sias: …did you people never hide away the things you couldn't understand? Carteckan: This is correct. What is being hidden away? Sias: Well, there're certain rules to how the universe operates, right? Certain immutable truths that never change. Take this apple, for instance. I grabbed an apple off of someone's desk as we walked by. Sias: It could be here, or it could be on your planet… what did you call it? Carteckan: Nest is our home's name. Sias: Right, it could be here or on Nest, but if I do this— I dropped the apple, and we watched as it hit the ground and rolled away. Sias: It will fall. It'll fall slower on your world, sure, but it will still fall. Gravity is one of those constants, right? But what if something broke that rule, something that should be following it? What if I dropped the apple, and it floated away? Carteckan: We would need to catch it, so it would not leave. Sias: While that's true, that's not all there is to it. We would step in, and we would hide it away. That's what the Veil is for, to keep the things that break the rules of the world away from the public eye. Carteckan: Why? Sias: I wish I had an answer for that. The Foundation's mission is Secure, Contain, and Protect. There's plenty of things here that are here for a good reason, things that would hurt a lot of people if we let them out. There's also a lot of things here that I… we wish we didn't keep secret to begin with. That's part of why Site-120 has been working on the Integration Project. I stopped as we arrived at our destination. It was one of Site-120's classrooms, a school for the younger anomalous humanoids on Site. There were about 23 students in the room of varying shapes and sizes. Some could pass as your average 13-year-old, while others were barely recognizable as human. Each paid close attention to the Foundation agent at the front of the room, giving a lecture on global history. Sias: This is what I wanted to show you. This is a classroom, and there are places like this all over the world. They're where we take our young and teach them almost everything they need to know about being human. This one is different, though. Can you guess why? Carteckan: They are all what is referred to as anomalous, yes? Sias: Right. Most of these kids have never left Site-120. Those that have were only outside as little kids and barely remember it. They're all here for different reasons, too. That one there? She's here because she can light fires with her mind. That boy over there? Only here because he can summon a monster with a storybook. Carteckan: What is it that they all have on their tables? Sias: Those are books. Please tell me that you guys have at least had books at some point in your history. Carteckan: Books… yes, I believe so. Many many years ago, long before I was born. Things with words inscribed in them, yes? Though I do not recall them looking like that. Sias: Well, no matter what they look like, the same basic idea is there. These are things with words in them to pass on knowledge to the next generation. We both sat in silence, watching the class. At one point the teacher seemed to direct the students to work on some group activity, with each student getting up and moving tables together. One student was left alone in the corner of the room for a moment, until they were motioned to join another group of kids. Carteckan hung its head, its wings vibrating. Sias: Is something wrong? Carteckan: …no. I am merely thinking. I was going to ask if all humans had such wondrous abilities, but the truth that some are kept here while others are not answers the question. Why have we come here first? Sias: These kids are like you guys over on Nest. Part of the first anomalies that get to go past the Veil and join society at large. They're wonders, and wonders that finally get to see the rest of the world now that you all are here. Carteckan tapped its front two legs rhythmically. Carteckan: I see! I see! What are we to see together next? Sias: There's a lot of world out there, but let's start with something simple. Addendum 7999.5: April 5th, 2027 Barcelona, Spain Carteckan: Your flying machine was exceptional! Such a strange design, simplistic yet effective. What did the people call it again? Sias: An airplane. Carteckan: Oh, the word does not translate, so I cannot pronounce it. I will simply call it the flying machine. Tell me more about it! I smiled. Carteckan had been like this all night. Every little thing seemed to amaze it, from the intricate machinery of the plane itself to the fabric on the seats. I honestly felt like I was with a kid. It was hard to believe that the being in front of me was from a civilization nearly 10,000 years our senior. Carteckan: When did the people of this world create these machines? It must have taken such a long time! Sias: Well, the first successful flight was in 1903, a little over 120 years ago, though it wasn't until 1914 that the first commercial flights happened. Does that help? Carteckan: It is… challenging to understand the timeline. Our worlds do not have the same metrics. From our understanding, this planet is very slow to orbit its star. Nest is not; Nest orbits quickly but does not rotate as this world does. Sias: Well, we define a day here as a 24-hour cycle. So… take that flight we had for example. That flight was about 3 hours, give or take a few minutes. A day is 24 hours, so we could repeat that flight 8 times exactly and we'd have a full day. Following so far? It chittered in response and wiggled its fingers. I had to assume that meant yes. Sias: A year is about 365 days. If we had that flight… 2,920 times, it would be a full year. Carteckan stopped in place, twitching its head back and forth with its arms held up. After a moment, it dropped its arms and opened its mouth. Carteckan: 120 years is… Sias: Yeah, it's a long time! Carteckan: No! That is no time at all! The species here was able to master flight in such a short period of time? That period is so short that Sias must have hardly aged since then! Sias: Oh, I, uh, wasn't alive yet. I'm only 30 years old. Carteckan stopped walking once more and flailed its arms about wildly, chittering. Carteckan: Then Sias is but an infant! A child! So this is how Sias knew so much about the school! Sias: Carteckan… if we translated your age to Earth years, how old would you be? Carteckan: 1,743 years. I am aware I am very young, but please do not see me as unfit to be the envoy of my people. We had finally left the airport at this point, about to take our first steps into public for the first time. I shielded my eyes against the sun as I looked out across the city. It was still early, so the streets were still fairly empty. While we weren't trying to keep Carteckan secret, it was best for us to start with a lower profile. Barcelona. I figured this was the best place to bring Carteckan, it was a place I knew well. My father had grown up here, and I had lived here when I was really young. Being back was nostalgic, in its own way. A group caught my eye. A family. I smiled seeing a small Guatemalan flag hanging from one of their bags. I thought of my mother, a proud Guatemalan woman who would gently guide me across these very streets the same way this group's mother did with her youngest. I felt a slight breeze on my face. It was summer again. Sias: Carteckan, see that group of people over there? Carteckan: Yes. I see five people. Sias: If you added up the ages of everyone in that group, they wouldn't even equal to half your age. Carteckan: You lie! Certainly they are not all so young? Is the species composed of nothing but children and infants? Sias: You know, you figure out all the math questions and esoteric hypotheticals I give you pretty quick, so I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet. Carteckan, those are adults. I'm an adult. Humans don't live much past 80 years on average. By this point I was starting to understand its physical mannerisms. The reaction Carteckan gave to this information could be best described emotionally as "visceral disbelief" and physically as "I told my 3 year old that Elmo wasn't real". It was a flailing of nearly every limb it had, with each appendage moving about in what to a casual observer would appear to be haphazard motions. Those who were paying attention, however, would notice the specificity to each motion. Each arm and leg moving very intentionally to convey a meaning to a silent observer. Carteckan's people were as nonverbal as they were verbal, communicating with a language that no translator would ever catch. Sias: It's true, by the way. I'm not here to lie to you or trick you. You all are clearly long-lived, which isn't too shocking considering you orbit a red dwarf. Humans, however, are fleeting. We're here and gone in an instant. Carteckan: That moving vehicle there. How long ago did this species create it? Sias: 1886. About 141 years ago. Carteckan: The lights powered by electricity? Sias: 1879. 148 years ago. Carteckan: The species, how long has it existed? Sias: Ooh, now that's a good question! We don't really know for certain, but our rough estimates say about 200,000 years ago. Carteckan was silent once more, body completely still. When it did finally move, it was to glance over the city and watch the sunrise. Carteckan's eyes followed the cars as they passed, watching people as they crossed the streets. Carteckan: There are so many of you. Sias: And it's early. Most are still asleep. Carteckan: I must see more. Show me more. Current distance: Approximately 460,000km "How long do you think they've existed?" "Can we not just ask?" "Yes, but I wanted to speculate with someone else first. Consider it scientific inquiry." "I would suppose based on their level of development… at least one million or so years? It is hard to tell for sure since we are at such different levels of development, but I think that is a safe guess based on what we know." "Impressive." "Like what was said prior, we can simply ask. They have been speaking with us for some time now. Should I send them a message?" "Actually, that is not the question I wish to ask. Can we ask them to meet? I wish to know them better; I want to see what wonders they've created with my own eyes." Barcelona, Spain Carteckan: What is this place? Parc de la Ciutadella. Sias: "Parc de la Ciutadella". It's one of the larger green spaces in the city. I used to take my daughter here all the time, so I figured you might enjoy seeing it as well. There's a zoo to see some native Earth life, some architecture— I was cut off by Carteckan rushing off towards a nearby tree. It was a young palm, likely recently planted based on how easily Carteckan could reach its fronds. It took a frond in its hand and gently ran a finger over it, before turning back to me. Carteckan's eyes remained fixed on me for a moment, before it looked back to the frond. I walked over. Carteckan: This vegetation. It is similar to something we have on Nest. Sias: Really? Carteckan: Yes. Though not the same color, and it does not hurt my hands when I touch it. Carteckan raised its eyes, skittering over to another tree. Carteckan: Yet this one is completely different. I have never seen structures like this on vegetation. Sias: That's a maple tree, I think. Those things you're rubbing at there are leaves. Carteckan fell silent there. At first I thought something was wrong, until I noticed that a praying mantis had crawled from the tree to its hand. Its eyes fixated on the small bug. Carteckan: Things here are so similar yet so vastly different at the same time. How can it be? A planet on the other side of the universe with such similarities. Sias: Who can say? Pure chance? Carteckan: A wonder of existence. A creature like any other Keradid of our world, and yet… Carteckan moved the mantis to its other hand. Carteckan: Do you think, creature? Are you like us? Sias: Sorry, but you probably won't get anything from it. There are a few things that can speak on Earth, but the only ones you're likely to meet out here are other humans. Carteckan placed the mantis back onto the leaf. Carteckan: Even if there are others here who can think, how lonely it must have been. Sias: Hm? What do you mean by that? Carteckan: How lonely it must have been to be stuck to this planet, alone in your galaxy. I wasn't entirely sure how to respond to Carteckan here. We stood in silence, watching the mantis walk across the leaf. This tree was one I'd walked by all the time before, not something I ever paid much mind to. By all means it's a standard tree, the kind that most of the population couldn't even name if you asked. In our silence, however, I put myself in Carteckan's place. I looked at the leaves on the tree, taking in the fact that each wasn't a uniform shade of green. Some were paler, almost yellow, while others were vibrant dark green. Some leaves held small insects, while others were still unfurling out, having only grown recently. I plucked off a leaf and handed it to Carteckan. Carteckan took it, and held it up to its eyes. It was a strange sight—an advanced species marveling over a leaf like a kid. I smiled as we left for our next location. Current distance: Approximately 450,000km "How have things been so far?" "Honestly? Words cannot describe it. They really are like us in many ways, but at the same time they're almost like children. I appreciate the things they seem so easily impressed by, but they don't seem to realize the true wonders of this world. I'm trying to show them, but they seem preoccupied with the simple things." "Different perspectives. Just remember where we come from and where they come from. Our experiences shape what is important to each of us." "While I am speaking, I need to ask. We have noticed, yes?" "…yes, I've been monitoring the distance between both planets." "How much longer?" "Unsure as of right now. We still have time, but not as much as I would like. Just… be ready." "How cruel the universe can be, to present us this opportunity and then rip it away in an instant." Addendum 7999.6 April 6th, 2027 Barcelona, Spain Carteckan: What is that strange structure? Sias: "Basílica i Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada Família", or simply "La Sagrada Familia". It's a holy site. The Basílica i Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada Família. Carteckan: A place of worship, then? Sias: It's nontraditional, but yes. It was under construction for over 100 years… though I guess that's not really impressive to you guys, is it? Carteckan: Why is it shaped that way? It is very different from the other buildings I have seen so far. Carteckan traced the outline of the structure with a finger. Sias: Oh, well… the only way to really explain that would involve explaining the history of church architecture. Let's just say it's for artistic reasons. It paused, listening to Rosetta translate my words. A familiar clicking of confusion followed. Carteckan: That word did not translate. Sias: Which word? Artistic? Carteckan: Yes, that is the word. What does it mean? Sias: Well, it's… shit, how do I explain the concept of art? Do you all not have art on Nest or something? Carteckan: I do not know. Sias: I guess you wouldn't, right. Art is… remember that leaf you stared at yesterday? The one with the mantis on it? Carteckan: Yes! I remember it very well! Sias: Would you say that leaf was beautiful? Carteckan: Beautiful? I suppose, yes, it was. Sias: Art is when you create something beautiful for other people to see. But art can also be creating something ugly for people to see. It's like a commentary on something in the world, or society. God, I'm not sure how to explain this… take a look at the cathedral again. It's a work of art not just because it's pretty, but because of the history it represents. It's the work of dozens of architects combining their design in one massive collaboration, and it's a work that survived a civil war and disease. It's art because of what it represents, I guess. Carteckan: Oh. It was subtle, but Carteckan's body stiffened up ever so slightly at the mention of war and disease. Sias: Here, follow me. I've got a better place to show you, and we can talk religion while we walk. I lead Carteckan away from the cathedral. A crowd had begun to gather anyway, and I wasn't ready to start fielding questions about Keradids to a group of tourists. After a few minutes of walking in silence, Carteckan started asking questions again. We spoke about religion—how humans believed different things, and that there were no universal beliefs about God or the divine. Carteckan: Would it not be easier to believe in the same thing? Do these fundamental differences in thought not lead to conflict? I told it that unfortunately, yes, it does lead to conflict. Considering its reaction to the last mention of war, I didn't elaborate further than that. I simply reminded it that humanity is not monolithic. Sias: Everything I've shown you here so far? It would be completely different even just a few kilometers away in this same country. The further around the globe you move, the more different it is. Honestly, if I had to say, that's the greatest wonder of humanity. How different we all are. We arrived at our destination at this point. A small art studio/cafe combo in the Raval neighborhood. I got us both a canvas and a set of paints, and set up in the plaza outside. Carteckan: What is it I should do here? Sias: Simple. I'm going to paint you, and I want you to paint me. …Right, that word probably doesn't translate. Carteckan: No, that word is understood. Carteckan grabbed a brush and dipped it in paint. Next thing I knew I had a stripe of blue down my arm. Carteckan: There. I have painted Sias. Is this what was called "art"? Sias: I suppose it could be, depending on who you asked! Cartekcan: I feel as if I am understanding art less and less the more we discuss it. Sias: Here, let me show you. Hold still, I'll be quick. Carteckan froze in place as I began sketching and painting on my canvas. When it was finished, I showed it the final product. Painting of Carteckan by Agent Basil Sias. Hover to enlarge. Carteckan: Oh! It is me! Sias: It is! This is what I meant before by "paint you". I recreated your image on the canvas. How does this make you feel? Carteckan: I feel joy. My hearts are beating with joy. This makes me feel… significant. Sias: Good! That's what art is. Art is something that makes people feel something, or gets them talking. Carteckan: Could I make art? Or are only certain humans capable? Sias: Like I said earlier, depending on who you asked you've already created art by putting that blue paint on me. Real answer, though— anyone can be an artist. Give it a shot, try painting me on your canvas. Carteckan grabbed the brush and paint once more. I sat still as it furiously painted with an intense expression on its face. Its arms were uncoordinated, and at many points it looked more like Carteckan was slapping the canvas with a brush rather than painting, but when it showed me the final product it beamed with pride. You could hardly tell what the painting was supposed to represent, looking like a haphazard splashing of colors that would make even the most abstract of contemporary artists blush, but Carteckan was pleased. Painting of Agent Basil Sias by Carteckan. Hover to enlarge. Carteckan: Is this art? Am I an artist? Sias: Of course you are. This is wonderful work, Carteckan. Carteckan removed the canvas from its easel and handed it to me. Carteckan: Sias should keep this. A present from me, as a thanks for what it has done. I took the canvas, and handed Carteckan mine in return. Sias: And you keep this, so you can remember when you started your art journey. We got up to leave, but Carteckan immediately became distracted by a group of people in the streets. Carteckan: What is this? Sias: Oh, right! I forgot that they were doing a tango demonstration today. Someone turned on the music, and people began pairing up. We watched the groups dance, moving about the plaza with coordinated steps and dips. Carteckan: This makes me feel excitement. Is this art? Sias: It's dancing, which is a form of art, yeah. Carteckan: May we try as well? Sias: We? Carteckan: Those humans are paired in groups of two. Sias: Oh, right right. Sure, I'll dance with you, but just a heads up, it has been a while since I last did this. We set our canvases aside and stepped out to the plaza. I moved Carteckan in front of me, placing one of its hands on my hip and holding the other out. I had Carteckan place its front legs on my feet in order to help guide it through the steps. We began moving, in a clumsy approximation of the other dancers. Carteckan: Sias is warm, is something wrong? Sias: No, it's just… I spun Carteckan and led it into a dip. It was light, its barely three foot frame easily moved about. Sias: You remind me of my daughter. We used to go dancing like this all the time when she was little. About your size, actually. Carteckan: You humans are quite large. Sias: Well, I am taller than most, if that makes you feel better. A crowd had begun to gather to watch the display. Despite our clumsy, uncoordinated movements, it felt as if most eyes were on us. Sias: You remind me of her in a lot of ways, actually. She was always so curious about the world, stopping to admire every flower we passed in the park, always asking why things were the way they were. So many questions, and my husband and I never felt like we had all the answers. I spun Carteckan once again. Sias: Even now I feel like I don't have the answers, but that's fine. These moments are special, and I'm glad for the opportunity to share them with you. Carteckan: Sias sounds sad when talking about the child. Did something happen? I laughed. Sias: I guess I am talking like she's dead. No, she's just grown up now. Off living her own life. I'm not sad either, I'm just… nostalgic, is all. I took a wide step and dipped Carteckan once more, before one final spin. I let go of its hands, and bowed. After a moment of confusion, it bowed in return. It had hardly been an impressive display, but the gathered crowd cheered for us nonetheless. Current distance: Approximately 410,000km "Anything new to report?" "I am trying to find ways to describe it all that does not repeat what I have already said. I am learning so much here. Yes, in many ways they are well behind us, but they have and do things I never thought possible. There are concepts I have learned that I cannot even explain in ways that make sense, things I still have yet to understand myself." "They will not be behind us for that much longer. We have seen the pace they are moving at, yes? They will be at our level in but a moment." "We are lucky to have met one another. I just wish…" "There was more time?" Addendum 7999.7 April 7th, 2027 Nest Carteckan surprised me in my room the next morning. It insisted that we go to its home world right away. I was confused, to be honest. "There's still so much to see here," I remember saying. It had been hardly a week, but Carteckan wouldn't take no for an answer. It spoke with a sense of urgency that couldn’t be ignored. So we loaded up onto the shuttle alongside Ketadanka, the only thing that could pass through to the other side, and we left. Frankly, I expected more when passing through the portal. I had grown up on the classic sci-fi movies, after all; something inside me was expecting this flashy jump to hyperspace as I'm pressed against the seat, holding on for dear life. It wasn't anything momentous at all. By all means, it wasn't any different than a trip to the moon. By that I mean no jumps, no sudden shifts in momentum. We were simply just… there. Current distance: Approximately 380,000km "Yes. That is why I am being contacted, yes?" "That is correct. The current projections are inconsistent as to what exactly will happen, but they all spell out some level of disaster for both of our people." "Then might I make a request?" "Of course." "May I bring Sias to us? Let humans see our world before it's too late for both of us?" "Are we certain that is the correct choice?" "Yes. They should know us as we know them. While there is still time." "Very well." View of Earth from SCP-7999-2 recovered from Agent Sias's bodycam. In the blink of an eye I was on the other side of the universe. It was a small solar system, no more than maybe five planets orbiting a red dwarf. I didn't get much time to really take it all in, though, as we arrived at Nest within an hour. Much sooner than I expected, but their tech was vastly superior to our own. We settled down somewhere on Nest, and the shuttle doors opened. It was so familiar. We landed on a beach, with white sand not unlike our own. In the distance I could see a myriad of shrubby plants, sporting dark red and orange leaves that transitioned to black near their center. Even the sky above felt familiar. Aside from their sun appearing as a massive pale orb in the sky, the sky itself wasn't unlike the Earth's sky during a sunset. I could see our portal hanging in the sky above, on the other side a pale blue dot that I called home. Carteckan: Please, come with us. There's much to show you and not much time. I nodded and followed behind, heading into what I could best describe as a forest or a jungle. It was difficult to judge climate in my suit. Carteckan: This is Nest, our home. The only one we have ever known. Sias: You never colonized other worlds? Ketadanka: We attempted it on many occasions. Our needs are very specific, and most planets we found were unsuitable. Carteckan: Planet Earth shouldn't be able to host life at all based on our calculations. It is not tidally locked, and the atmosphere is so thin. Likewise, it is so far from its host star that it does not receive the amount of solar energy that is required to support life. It is a miracle humanity exists, and even moreso that humanity is advanced. Sias: I guess this is the point where I say the opposite, huh? The fact that by our calculations there's no way your planet should support life because of all the reasons you say we can't? They paused, clicking to one another. It looked like they wanted to say something in response, but both remained silent as we moved into what appeared to be a city of some kind. The structures were low to the ground and rounded. Most were overtaken by native flora, in some cases nearly indistinguishable from the surroundings aside from odd, rounded bulges from the ground. They were all built with a sense of purpose; there were no decorative elements or patterning on them. As we walked I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It was all so… quiet. Aside from Carteckan and Ketadanka, I didn't see any other Keradids present. I wanted to ask, but a solemn look from Carteckan told me enough. I was eventually led to a massive structure, looking like several of the smaller ones stuck together without much of a sense for organization or purpose. The wall itself manifested a door that slid open as we approached. From there I was led to a large room filled with indescribable technologies. Some were vaguely familiar—screens, buttons, dials. None had a clear purpose to my eye, but there was a sense of recognition nonetheless. Others were utterly foreign, composed of metal bars and wires that looked ready to electrocute me or chop off a limb if I got too close. This is also where we finally saw other Keradids, a small group of no more than six that huddled around us with chirps and clicks. They eyed me with a hungry curiosity. There were no chairs, so I leaned myself against the safest-looking place I could find. Carteckan finally spoke. Carteckan: Sias has many questions, yes? Please, ask them. Sias: Oh God, uh… what was that stuff we walked through outside? What is this place? Is this just, like, a small city since there aren't many of your people here? I stopped myself from rattling off more. My brain was buzzing, and it wasn't a good feeling for once. Carteckan: Yes, what I expected. See, humanity is curious like us, the curiosity is just in the simple things. We should start with the simple questions. This is the largest city left on the planet, and what we saw outside are what remains of homes and businesses. Carteckan looked at me, waiting for me to interject. I remained silent. Carteckan: …Sias does not have questions about that? Sias: No, actually, I think I know what's going on here. Remember back at the cathedral? Carteckan: Yes? Sias: I said the word "war". It was subtle, but you stiffened up at that. That, with everything you just said and I just saw, well, it doesn't take an intelligent species to piece it all together. Instead I'll ask this—how many of you are left? Ketadanka: They are all here. Eight. I counted this time, and there were eight Keradids in this room. It was hard to tell how old they were, but based on what Carteckan told me prior about its age it seemed safe to assume that most were as old if not older than it. Sias: No others in the world? Ketadanka: None. Sias: How long has it been? Ketadanka: Carteckan is the youngest. It happened when it was freshly hatched from the nursery. Sias: …and there haven't been any other kids since? The group chittered to one another, and Carteckan motioned for me to follow it. I was led to a section of the floor that began descending deeper into the ground when we stood on it. It took us to a large cavern. Looking around, I could see the ground covered in large, ovular objects colored a splotchy green. Carteckan: This is the nursery. It is where the eggs are kept and where they hatch. Sias: There's easily over a hundred here. Carteckan: Correct. More specifically, there are three hundred and forty five eggs here. Sias: Forgive my confusion, then, because I just don't understand what the problem is? Carteckan: Neither do we. It has been one of our greatest sources of frustration and confusion for over a thousand years. Every single egg is viable, and it should not take more than two years for them to hatch. And yet… I kneeled down with a flashlight and shone it at one of the eggs. It was faint, but inside I could see a vaguely-Keradid shaped sihouette. Carteckan: We've accepted extinction. Sias: You can't be serious! Carteckan: I am. We accepted it long ago, once the old began dying. Soon hundreds became dozens, and dozens became eight. What hope was there left for us? Sias: With all your technology, surely you could— Carteckan: Sias, please. We know. And I know that Sias knows as well. We have tried everything we can. We are not afraid; we accomplished our goal in the end. Sias: What was that goal? Carteckan: To meet another like us. Another capable of thought. From the beginning we worshiped the idea that our planet was not alone. That despite how impossible life should be here, it existed regardless, and therefore there had to be another. Carteckan led me back to the elevator and back outside. We could see the stars above—foreign constellations from stars whose light wouldn't reach Earth for millions of years still. Carteckan: It was a nice dream early on, but we never really focused on it. We built up our society, began at home first. We learned of all the creatures that lived here from the land to the ocean, then began learning of those on other planets nearby. Sias: So you did find other life? Carteckan: Yes, and no. Mound, the world next in line in our system, had microbial life and never went beyond that. Filter, the world of gas beyond Mound, had makings of life but nothing came of it. Nothing like us, nothing that could think. We began harvesting energy from our star, and used that to send groups out of our system. Sias: That's the kind of thing that I wish we could do, but there are so many problems at home still to solve. Carteckan: Sias says that as if it was not the case here. We had problems at home, but our eyes were blind to them. Problems that I saw on Earth as well. There was something Sias said before… humanity is not monolithic? We were not either, though not quite as diverse as Earth seems. Carteckan clicked, stomping its back legs. Carteckan: I do not wish to waste time describing the entire history of my people. Time is precious right now. Sias has already understood what happened. Once that passed, those of us who remained doubled our efforts. The portal technology was created once we focused all efforts on finding another out there, and we began peering across the universe. Carteckan began pointing to stars as it spoke. Carteckan: Each star and system above was searched. All barren and empty, nothing more than a few dying microbes. Fitting, I supposed, for a few dying specs of dust to find others. Sias: But you found us. Carteckan: We did. After two million years of our people's existence, we finally found another like us, on their own impossible little world. I looked to the sky, fixing my eyes on the portal and the pale blue dot on the other side. Strangely enough, it didn't feel that far away; it almost looked like the moon in our own sky. Carteckan: But fate is cruel. Sias: Carteckan, you keep saying there isn't enough time. I didn't want to bother you about it, but there's something wrong, isn't there? Carteckan: …yes. You need to go home, right now. Current distance: Approximately 340,000km "Carteckan, we are out of time. Any longer and Nest will be destroyed." "Does it truly matter? Even staving off death now does not mean we stop what is coming. We die either way. Why can we not die here, knowing we've passed on our knowledge to another?" "Carteckan, such a thing is impossible. It does not only risk us, but them as well." "It is all hypothetical, is it not? Just modules and simulations that cannot be proven for sure. We don't know what will happen!" "Carteckan…" "The knowledge gained from this exchange is invaluable. Something we will never get again if we cut it off now. There's still so much for them to see here, and so much for us to see there." "Carteckan-" "There are so many concepts left to discuss, things to learn. We have yet to speak on their belief systems, or their history! There are so many nations to see! Sias has only seen this one city, there's still so much more of Nest to—" "CARTECKAN! Enough! The simulations do not lie. If we do not close the portal, either Nest will be thrown through to be torn apart by Earth's gravity, or worse. It cannot be left open." "Is it not possible to simply close it and reopen it in a safer place?" "Those were the final coordinates, Carteckan. The last person who knew how to enter in new coordinates died years ago. This has been known. There are none left who know how to enter more. Once the portal closes, it's over." "Then that's all the more reason to—" "Carteckan." "…I know. I am just not ready to say goodbye." Addendum 7999.8 April 7th, 2027 Nest Sias looked at me, its head cocked slightly to the side. An expression of confusion, one I had become very familiar with over the past days. Sias: Why all of a sudden? Is something wrong? Carteckan: Yes. I need to be honest. Our planets— Sias: Have been slowly drifting towards each other the past few days. That's what you wanted to say, right? Carteckan: How did— Sias: The Foundation isn't dumb or ignorant, Carteckan. We've been monitoring the distance between our planets since the portal opened. It was pretty clear that you all opened it between our orbital paths. Carteckan: And they aren't upset? Sias: I can't say the higher-ups aren't upset about that. That said, there isn't a whole lot we can do about it. O5 wanted me to threaten you all to fix the problem, but that's not how I operate. Sias made that strange rhythmic sound it often did when it found something humorous. Sias: What happens next? Carteckan: I send Sias home, and the portal between our worlds is closed. Sias: No way to reopen it? Carteckan: No. Sias: Damn. We remained there in silence staring at the stars above. Carteckan: We are so small, are we not? Sias: How so? Carteckan: We have searched every star we possibly can over our existence to find another like us. Many have died searching, hoping that there was something else out there. Dying never knowing that there was! There was someone else! But even in knowing… we were only able to know them for such a short time it might as well have never mattered. These moments were fleeting, and now they're over. Sias: You're right, we are small, and it would've been nice to have more time together. You all know it better than we do, but the universe is vast beyond our comprehension. When we die, the stuff that makes us ourselves will return to that universe. We'll become the matter that makes up the next stars, or even the next civilization. We become a part of that universe, don't we? Sias rose to its feet. It reached out a hand to me. I took it in my own. Sias: This moment was fleeting, but we were lucky to have ever had it. And no goodbye is forever, so I won't say goodbye here. Instead I'll say… I'll see you in the stars. Carteckan: I will… see you in the stars. Sias left, returning to the headquarters where Ketadanka would take it home. I returned shortly after, but by the time I arrived they had already left. One of the others who remained behind handed me something, a gift from Sias. Inside was a set of brushes and paints. While the others worked to close the portal, I returned to the cavern below with my gift. I laid the brushes out, and I began to paint. It wouldn't be a wonder, nothing like what I had seen on their planet, but it would be beautiful. I worked long into sleeping time and into the next day, stopping only to eat. Sias would never see it, no one from Earth would, but it would be a memento of my times there. When it was finished, I sat my brushes down. There it was, my landscape of stars with a Keradid and a Human looking to one another. I looked around and saw all the blank space that remained on the cave walls, and began planning my next masterpiece. In the distance, I could swear I almost heard the sound of something cracking. Current distance: Approximately 32 billion light years "Come find us. We'll be waiting." Footnotes 1. Integration of SCP-7999-3 approved by Dir. Paul Lague. 2. Dubbed "Nest" by its native civilization. 3. Maintaining a notably high concentration of atmospheric oxygen. 4. Mantis insects. 5. A categorization system designed by Russian astrophysicist Nikolai Kardashev to identify how advanced a civilization is. This system looks at a civilization's ability to harness energy, as well as the breadth of knowledge it has access to. A Type II civilization is believed to be capable of directly harvesting energy from its host star. 6. A Foundation AIC developed at Site-58 designed to perform esoteric and anomalous translations. 7. Representative from Site-58's Department of Anomalous Ambassadors, a department dedicated to facilitating communication between Foundation personnel and anomalous entities. Agent Sias has a notably successful history of communications with higher-risk anomalies. 8. 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