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SCP-7330 | esoteric-class | /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "Secure, Contain, Protect"; color: black; } Item #: the next open one Description: i don't even know. it's totally gone. i screwed up pretty bad Addendum 1: I don't have the energy so i'll just copy paste what was in the reporMajor Emmaline Evans has been selected by the Foundation Space Program to undertake a factfinding mission to determine the nature of an extraterrestrial threat. SCP-179, the Foundation's de facto early warning system, has been pointing in one specific direction since 1988; thirty-four years of sustained inquiry has been unable to determine the nature of this threat, whether it occupies a fixed point in space, is approaching at interstellar speeds, etc. Major Evans will maneuver her craft along the appropriate axis until such time as the threat is properly identified. so basically that's what i was up to. before this. Addendum 2: I have no idea why this happened. Honest. If it's a meme thing or a hallucination, great. If not, not great. Awful. Terrible. Let’s focus on the positives. There have to be positives. I guess this has obvious paramilitary benefits, if there's still a paramilitary? Teach people to do this if they get captured by hostile aliens or something, sacrifice play. Addendum 3: Actually fuck, how do you delete addenda? The system won't let me do it. Look, if there's any hostile aliens reading this, I didn't mean it, please come get me,1 I'm not evil, the first time was a mistake and I was just spitballing with this. Addendum 4: it definitely shouldn't have worked like that surely it wasn't the first time someone Addendum 5: Okay, guess I should provide some context here. Dunno who's gonna see it, but. Event Log 7330.1 [Major Evans, undergoing interstellar travel on a one-person mission to investigate an unidentified spatial anomaly, awakens early from cryosleep. She pings Site-821 in Hawaii, her flight control centre.] Maj. Evans: Command, you there? Command: We're around. Maj. Evans: So, the selective cryosleep isn't really doing it for me. Did you test it properly? Command: We certainly tried, is it not putting you under? Maj. Evans: Mostly, but I'm still conscious. I can still hear, see, all that. It's not comfortable. I've been playing guessing games to pass the time. Command: Are you in danger? Will you survive the trip? Maj. Evans: Yeah, for sure. Command: Can you state your reason for halting cryosleep and initiating contact? Maj. Evans: Oh. Uh. Like I said, I've been playing games to pass the time. I've been trying to name everything I can see out the porthole. It's been going alright, I never did too badly at astronomy. I guess that's obvious since– Command: Since you were selected for a top-secret, high-priority spacefaring mission? Yes. Maj. Evans: Right, so anyway I'm doing great; nearly got all of them. Just a few bugging me. Command: You want us to name the stars? Maj. Evans: Just one or two. Not even that, just gimme a hint. Command: Please hold. [Silence on recording] Command: We're cleared to play a guessing game with you, Major Evans. Five minutes. Maj. Evans: You're misunderstanding. I just– Okay, whatever. What's that star? The one directly in front of me. Command: Oh. That's Betelgeuse. It's in the Orion constellation, Major. How did you not know this? Maj. Evans: No, I knew, I knew. I just did– wait, like the movie? Command: Sort of. Betelgeuse is the star, it's spelled differently. Maj. Evans: Really? Command: Really. It's one of the largest stars we've found. Also known as Alpha Orionis. Again: how did you not know this? Maj. Evans: You're kidding me. Betelgeuse. They named a star after a film. Command: No! The star's name was the inspiration for the film. The film is spelled B-E-E-T-L-E-J-U-I-C-E. The star's spelled B-E-T-E-L-G-E-U-S-E. Maj. Evans: I feel like you're pulling my leg. That's a really weird way to spell it. Command: We aren't. What will it take to convince you? It's called Betelgeuse. Maj. Evans: But– Command: Betelgeuse! Maj. Evans: Doesn't– Command: Betelgeuse! [The signal from Command is replaced by noise.] Maj. Evans: Right. Well. Sorry. Anyway, about this cryo-sleep bug. Could you get one of the lab guys on the call? Maj. Evans: Command? Maj. Evans: Guys? [Major Evans continues to send calls out to Command for another hour. At that point, she checks the Earth on her monitor. She doesn’t believe it at first, because why would you? She sends out a distress call, and writes this draft. What the fuck.] You Might Also Like... Collapse Recommendations SCP-1778 — Valor, by Dr Reach SCP-6150 — Voskhod 3, by Elenee FishTruck Footnotes 1. My coordinates are wait how do I find those this is so unintuitive, delete, delete, stop voice recognition for fucks sake okay I’ll attach them later end footnote end footnote end ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7330" by GremlinGroup and HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7330. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. wasearth.jpeg: Name: NASA Telescopes Join Forces To Observe Unprecedented Explosion Author: NASA Goddard Space Flight Center License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7331 | pending | ITEM NUMBER: SCP-7331 OBJECT CLASS: Pending (see Addendum 7331.2) CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: Instances of SCP-7331 are to immediately be cordoned off and reported to the Metaphysics Department. Data regarding manifestations is to be collected as swiftly as possible in order to alleviate issues regarding the construction of the BOTRUS Engine. Individual instances of SCP-7331-1 are to also be located and transferred to the nearest Foundation facility to utilize in research efforts. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7331 is a series of localized universal null zones in which portions of baseline reality are temporarily replaced with absolute, raw nihility. This takes the appearance of an area that is obscured by the presence of a large, obstructive pitch black object or obstacle. SCP-7331-1 was a Russian-Italian man in its late 20s for which SCP-7331 instances often manifested around or nearby. SCP-7331 instances typically demanifested approx. 20 minutes after SCP-7331-1 left the immediate area. SCP-7331 instances manifested at a minimum of once per three days, and at maximum of five per day. SCP-7331 typically manifested when SCP-7331-1 was present in a non-isolationist environment, though the exact mechanisms that cause this to occur are currently under research. SCP-7331-1 had previously never interacted with SCP-7331 beyond taking photographs from a distance. Prior to the following, SCP-7331-1 had never approached an SCP-7331 instance due to anxiety. ADDENDUM 7331.1: Clusterbubble Incident On 4 May 2026, Foundation researchers were conducting standard testing regarding SCP-7331 and SCP-7331-1. Due to the difficulty of manifesting SCP-7331 instances in controlled environments, a portion of a civilian area was evacuated in order to allow SCP-7331-1 to freely roam under Foundation surveillance. SCP-7331-1 was equipped with the standard earpiece microphone and camera unit. LOCATION: Meehawken, South Carolina, USA TIME: 13:22 CONCEPT: To greater understand the criteria behind SCP-7331's manifestation. PREMISE: Allow SCP-7331-1 to loiter in a public area and record the number and circumstances of various SCP-7331 manifestations. (SCP-7331-1 roams around an empty suburban street, looking down at its feet as it kicks a small pebble down its path.) CONTROL: SCP-7331-1, please relay your current mood. (SCP-7331-1 sighs.) SCP-7331-1: Zero out of 5 on the pain scale, 1 out of 5 on the happiness scale, 0 out of 5 on the somber scale, and 30 out of 5 on the boredom scale. CONTROL: We don't have a boredom scale, SCP-7331-1. SCP-7331-1: …yeah. I know. CONTROL: Please avoid using facetious language during diagnostics, SCP-7331-1 - it can lead to inconsistencies in data. (SCP-7331-1 stops walking and begins grinding the toe of its shoe into the asphalt. SCP-7331-1 grumbles something indistinctly under its breath.) CONTROL: Come again? SCP-7331-1: Nothing. I'm fine. (The camera view shifts as SCP-7331-1 looks up from the ground, revealing the empty street. SCP-7331-1 continues walking.) SCP-7331-1: At least it's a nice day outside. CONTROL: That, it is. [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] (SCP-7331-1 has travelled into the center of town, taking in Main Street and walking past a number of shopfronts. It attempts to enter one of the stores, pushing the door's handle. The entrance is locked.) (SCP-7331-1 takes a few steps back before turning to the right. There is a small staircase that ends in an instance of SCP-7331. It engulfs the path immediately after the bottom step, approx. ~7.6m long and ~7.6m wide, reaching up into the sky to an unknown height. The entirety of the "mass" is matte black.) SCP-7331-1: And there it is. CONTROL: Indeed. Please approach it, SCP-7331-1. (SCP-7331-1 hesitates before doing so, stopping ~1m before SCP-7331's threshold.) SCP-7331-1: What now? CONTROL: Momentarily - we're collecting data regarding the size of the instance. (SCP-7331-1 continues standing still, turning to examine various points of the SCP-7331 instance by the guidance of Control.) FOOTAGE TAKEN FROM EXT. PUBLIC SECURITY CAMERA A2, MAIN STREET, MEEHAUKEN, SC, USA (Shot displays SCP-7331-1 from behind as it examines SCP-7331 in accordance to Control's commands. At this angle, SCP-7331-1 can be seen picking at its fingers behind its back.) (SCP-7331-1 turns around.) CONTROL: Is there a problem, SCP-7331-1?1 SCP-7331-1: No, not r… I just felt like I was being watched. (SCP-7331-1 turns back towards SCP-7331. There is a pause.) CONTROL: Noted. Please proceed. (SCP-7331-1 turns around to make its way back up the stairs.) (From the far left, a figure rushes into frame, sprinting in the direction of SCP-7331-1. SCP-7331-1 looks up from the steps at the figure.) SCP-7331-1: Wait wait wait, what the fu- (The figure launches itself down the steps at SCP-7331-1, spreading its arms out to tackle it. Here, it can be momentarily seen that the figure is all black except for its face.) (Contact is made and the momentum of the figure throws both subjects backwards into SCP-7331. Both subjects plummet out of view as SCP-7331-1 begins screaming.) Immediately following this, SCP-7331-1's camera was able to record 4.3 seconds of it free falling inside of SCP-7331. The exact details of the figure clinging onto SCP-7331-1 remain obscured before the footage cuts out. Foundation servers then received a large cache of corrupted video data sent from SCP-7331-1's camera. While initially believed to be completely unsalvageable, various members in Control were able to separate various video segments that appeared to be overlaid over each other. CLIP 7331.02: SCP-7331-1 sits at a desk in a college lecture hall. The professor is explaining abnormal psychological behaviors in regards to mental disorders. SCP-7331-1 is diligently listening as the lecture begins to shift topics into various mental illnesses. There is a loud crashing off to the right, SCP-7331-1 turning to see a student frantically running into the room, the door having slammed behind her. There is a muffled rumbling as SCP-7331-1 turns more to see the back wall of the lecture hall begin to fracture, cracks running along the entire face. The wall then buckles before exploding outwards, away from the individuals inside. Beyond the wall is what appears to be a small singularity that pulls in the debris and detritus. All present begin attempting to flee though most are consumed by the singularity, including SCP-7331-1. CLIP 7331.04: Multiple large bodies moving around in an unknown substance. Structures on the masses are similar to that of bacteria, with one being successfully identified as a strain of Bifidobacterium. SCP-7331-1 appears to stay silent.2 CLIP 7331.07: SCP-7331-1 is seated behind a man on a tandem bicycle as they both ride down a long strip of highway. Strands of long, straightened hair intermittently obscure the camera's view. Both riders are surrounded by fields of agriculture. The man occasionally looks back to see SCP-7331-1, smiling and laughing at it as it struggles to pedal along. There is a quick, hard cut of SCP-7331-1 as it continues falling inside of SCP-7331. The scene immediately returns and SCP-7331-1 chastises the other subject, sarcastically calling him an incompetent brother and that it doesn't understand why he even bought the vehicle. Of note is that SCP-7331-1's voice is higher-pitched and more feminine within the context of this instance. CLIP 7331.08: Multiple flashing faces (currently counted as upwards of 122) against a white background, all individuals between the ages of 15 and 18. All subjects were high school classmates of SCP-7331-1. CLIP 7331.11: The camera shifts to third person point of view, displaying a monochromatic kitchen set styled similarly to a 1950's sitcom. SCP-7331-1 enters stage right dressed in a pair of striped pajamas. It stretches exaggeratedly and yawns as it walks to the counter, taking items out of cabinets in order to prepare a cup of coffee. Another man enters stage right in a suit, dress pants, and finely shined leather shoes. He greets SCP-7331-1 warmly before embracing it from behind. SCP-7331-1 smiles as it says good morning, handing the man a cup of coffee before reaching into a cabinet to grab another mug for itself. Both subjects engage in conversation with the man playfully chiding SCP-7331-1 for not being an early bird. SCP-7331-1 laughs and responds, saying that was one of the traits that made the man fall in love in the first place. A studio audience coos with endearment. Both subjects chuckle and SCP-7331-1 stares directly at the camera. Its joyful expression has dropped and it appears confused. There is a burst of static preceding a clip of distorted screaming. CLIP 7331.15: The camera lays lopsided on the floor of a hallway. At the end is a corner that turns right. The sound of footsteps grows louder as something approaches from that corner. SCP-7331-1 runs into view, spotting the camera and quickly picking it up as it sprints by. It attempts to speak into the camera as it records, saying that it doesn't understand how it got here, that it's constantly being harassed. There is a screeching sound as something large can be heard following behind SCP-7331-1. SCP-7331-1 attempts to aim the camera behind it, revealing a large and mutated humanoid mass rendered in complete silhouette except for its face. CLIP 7331.17: The lens appears to be blocked by multiple moving objects. There are occasionally flashes of deep red that shift in and out of the scene. There is a muffled noise, possibly SCP-7331-1 attempting to speak. After ~20 seconds, the objects obscuring the lens move outwards away from it, and a large white crack forms. Opening up, it is shown to be the sun shining onto the scene, revealing the items obscuring the lens to be countless interwoven hands and arms, distorted to elongated proportions. SCP-7331-1 gasps for breath as it attempts to climb the array of limbs towards the open sky. CLIP 7331.37: SCP-7331-1 claws at a brick wall, appearing to be at the bottom of a tunnel or well. SCP-7331-1 calls for help multiple times, receiving no answer. SCP-7331-1 turns to see [REDACTED]. CLIP 7331.60:3 SCP-7331-1 is laying on the ground of a lightless expanse. Despite the lack of a light source, it is able to see itself. It sits up and looks at its hands, breathing shakily as it stumbles to its feet. It calls out and nothing answers. It begins shouting and screaming in anger, grabbing the camera, ripping it off the harness and throwing it to the ground. It points at the viewfinder, falling to its knees to scream into the lens, calling it useless and deriding the Foundation for throwing it into the fire. As it continuously raves, an echoing gurgle can be heard. SCP-7331-1 ceases its tirade before it turns around, seeing the warped silhouette of the figure that initially knocked it over. The figure is ~2.4m, shrouded entirely in what appears to be crude oil. Its face is clean and human, with fully black eyes. It says that it is happy to see SCP-7331-1, addressing it by name. SCP-7331-1 asks what the figure is doing there, calling it "Mark." The figure responds, saying it had been waiting for SCP-7331-1 to "return home." SCP-7331-1 refuses, saying that "this isn't home," and that it does not understand what is happening. The figure approaches, arms open, embracing SCP-7331-1 as it shakes in fear. The gurgling sound returns as the figure pulls away from SCP-7331-1, placing its hands on the subject's shoulders. The figure says that it can't wait to show SCP-7331-1 everything its been missing. The ground then liquifies and both subjects plummet into the ichor along with the camera. The final image captured is of SCP-7331-1 as it struggles to break the surface. All transmissions then cease. ADDENDUM 7331.2: Concluding Results Though SCP-7331-1 has not been recovered, Foundation scientists have been able to track and identify the various lesser sub-realities that were formed upon its initial entry. Despite SCP-7331 seemingly being an individual-specific phenomenon, Foundation engineers are confident that their reverse engineering tactics combined with the newly-introduced BOTRUS Engine will facilitate cutting-edge research into timeline production and manufacturing within the next five years. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7331" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7331. Licensed under CC-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. Audio spliced in from original recording. 2. It is currently unknown if SCP-7331-1 was present in this segment or if its silence was due to extensive biological changes to facilitate integration. 3. The final recording recovered in the data cluster, presumed to be the final chronological recording via contextual evidence. |
SCP-7332 | keter | WARNING: THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS VIOLENCE AGAINST CHILDREN, AND GORE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Dr Lerche & AnAnomalousWriter Ode to the Strawman Hello readers, Special thanks to: AnAnomalousWriter as my co-author, image maker, and technical expert. Maxyfran73 for a lot of brainstorming and repeated reviewing with this story. Absolutely lovely people. Be sure to check out the discussions tab for more info and author commentary. We do hope you enjoy this. If you do, please do consider an upvote, and maybe nice little comment. Will make our day. If there are any technical or SPaG issues, please do tell in the discussions tab. Will try our very best to fix them. If you would like to see more of our works, visit my and AnAnomalousWriter's pages: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/lerche-s-merchant-shop-inn https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/ananomalouswriter-s-wallpaper-place-and-more Have a great day. Item#: 7332 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Reports of home invasions with the hallmarks of SCP-7332, and sightings of scarecrows in rural areas are to be investigated by MTF Epsilon-6. If encountered, personnel are to utilise incendiary weaponry against SCP-7332 instances. If incendiary weapons are unavailable, personnel are to utilise shotguns loaded with buckshot and/or firearms with a high rate of fire. Attacks are to be covered up as mundane kidnappings, murders, and home invasions. The image above is from a home video taken by the Machart household two weeks before 3 year old Filip Machart's disappearance. An unidentified SCP-7332 instance can be seen in the left background. Description: SCP-7332 is a species of predatory entities inhabiting Central Europe. They resemble straw or cloth scarecrows, with the most noticeable difference being a serpentine tail in place of a rigid pole for primary locomotion. They inhabit rural areas, using farmlands, fields, open forests, and bodies of freshwater as hunting grounds. SCP-7332 prey upon children between the ages of 0-15. When hunting, an SCP-7332 instance straightens its tail and posts itself in these places. At first glance, SCP-7332 is indistinguishable from normal scarecrows. It will stay stationary for long hours, laying in wait for prey to come by. To lure its prey, the entity mimics the sounds of children, particularly the sound of an infant crying. When an isolated child is within close range of SCP-7332, it will ambush them; sprouting appendages to grab the child. Once captured, SCP-7332 will flee from the scene with the child. If the child is indoors, SCP-7332 will remain disguised as a scarecrow nearby the home. When the opportunity arises, such as when the children are left alone in the household, the creature will attempt to lure the child outside or break into the house to abduct them. As of now, no victims of SCP-7332 have been recovered. Addendum 1: Discovery The Foundation was alerted to SCP-7332 by a mole in Interpol who was looking through cases of child disappearances across Central Europe, particularly concentrating in the rural regions of the Czech Republic, Slovakia, Southern Poland, and along the German-Czech border. Initially believed to be mundane cases of kidnapping, rumours involving folkloric creatures such as the Bubak1, Vodník2 or Hastrman3 taking the children away were noted. Upon further investigation via eye witness accounts, the mole discovered mentions of "unidentified or moving scarecrows", or similar wording, in a majority of the cases. The suspicion was further solidified following the testimony of two Czech policemen who claimed to have spotted a tall, odd figure matching the description of the Bubak one night whilst on a patrol during the period of the Markus Kolář4 murders investigation in 2001. Addendum 1.2: Species Classification Based on accounts and reports, SCP-7332 has been divided into 3 known subspecies based on characteristics and hunting preferences: Subspecies Characteristics SCP-7332-A "Bubak" Standard cloth or straw scarecrow. No legs. Most common sub-species based on reports and sightings. Once a victim is captured, members of the sub-species will unveil a large sack which they stuff prey into to carry away. SCP-7332-B "Opice" Standard cloth or straw scarecrow. Has two legs. During an attack, the "legs" will sprout digits and grab the victim. SCP-7332-B will then utilise its main arms and tail to crawl away. Subspecies is noted to have high arboreal mobility and climbing skills, able to scale up near vertical surfaces. Primarily hunts in or near open forests, and in areas of higher elevation. SCP-7332-C "Vodnik" Standard cloth or straw scarecrow. No legs. Wears a heavy coat covered in algae and is noticeably drenched. Primarily hunts nearby bodies of freshwater. Will attempt to pull its victims into the water to drown them. Slow moving on land but are adept swimmers. Largest and possibly strongest of the three based on stories of them capsizing boats. Addendum 2: Incident-7332-1 The Foundation was notified of an SCP-7332 incident when police were notified of a home invasion in the outskirts of Rýmařov, Moravian-Silesian Region, Czech Republic. However, unlike previous cases, the attempt had been thwarted by the homeowner. Field agents arrived at the scene and brought the residents, 25-year-old Kamila Navrátilová and her eight-month-old son, Jakub, into Foundation custody at the nearest site of Oblast-10CS. Interviewed: [Kamila Navrátilová] Interviewer: [Dr. Pavel Novák] Foreword: [Interview was carried out in Czech for convenience. The subject is sat at the table. She is seen drumming her fingers on it; looking at the two-way mirror. Her son was placed in the care of the on-site doctor. She abruptly faces the door as Dr. Novák enters.] <Begin Log: 06/06/2005> Dr. Novák: Greetings Ms. Na- Mrs. Navrátilová: (Quickly gets up from seat.) Is my son ok? Where is he? I need t- Dr. Novák: Mrs. Navrátilová, your child is safe, don't worry. I need you to relax. You're all safe now. (Mrs. Navrátilová looks at the researcher before slowly sitting down.) Dr. Novák: Good. Shall we begin the interview? Mrs. Navrátilová: Yes. Dr. Novák: Ok. We want to help you as much as we can. Could you tell me what happened? From the beginning. (Looks down at notes) You made a police report stating you were being stalked? (The subject stays silent for a few seconds) Mrs. Navrátilová: Yes. It was around a week ago. My niece came over to our family house and was playing nearby the barley field. She told me that the scarecrow we put up was quite ugly. I was confused as we didn’t have a scarecrow. I asked her what she was talking about and she pointed to the field outside. I looked out the window and… there it was. This scarecrow posted in the middle of our field. I didn't remember having seen it before but I assumed Peter would have posted it. Dr. Novák: Peter? Mrs. Navrátilová: My husband. Dr. Novák: Ah! (Jots down notes) Please continue. Mrs. Navrátilová: I called Peter about it, and he said he didn't remember posting any scarecrow, but assured me that probably one of the farmhands must have done it. Told me to just leave it there for now and that he would take a look once he got back from his business trip. He also said we had (titters) sparrow problems, so free pest control. Dr. Novák: Continue. Mrs. Navrátilová: So I decided to wait for the farmhands to return. The next day, I went to collect some tools from the shed. I happened to look towards the field. I wasn't that sure of it at the time, but I noticed the scarecrow was a bit closer than before. I didn't pay too much attention and went in to get the stuff. (Pauses) Then as I turned to walk back…the damn thing was even closer. Dr. Novák: How much closer? Mrs. Navrátilová: At least 2-3 metres from when I turned then turned back. Dr. Novák: What happened after that? Mrs. Navrátilová: Nothing. It just remained there and I was staring at it. I was a bit scared, so I grasped my hammer and went to take a closer look. My niece was right. That thing was ugly as all hell! The clothes and burlap were all tattered and the arms were like branches. (Mrs. Navrátilová opens her palms fully and juts out her fingers as she says this.) Mrs. Navrátilová: And it had this big hat on covering its face. No wonder the poor girl got scared. I then walked quickly away, muttering about whoever the madman was who made it. Then a few hours later, the farmhands came for work. I asked them about the thing. And you know what? They had no idea what I was talking about. Dr. Novák: Oh… Do explain? Mrs. Navrátilová: So, I thought they were pulling a joke on me because they had to walk past the field to arrive at the house. No way they could not have seen that thing! So, I bring them to the kitchen window to show them a clear view and-and it wasn't there. The scarecrow was gone. So after settling with them, I contacted our police station chief to tell him about a potential harasser. Dr. Novák: Interesting. And what did he say? Mrs. Navrátilová: Well the only evidence I had was that my family and I saw a scarecrow, which wasn't there anymore. So he told me he really couldn't do much, but he would keep a lookout. Assured me it was probably just a prank. After that, I didn't see the scarecrow. Dr. Novák: Hmmmm (Jots down notes.) Alright. Now, Mrs. Navrátilová. What happened last night? Mrs. Navrátilová: (Pauses) I— I left Jakub inside his cot and went out for a while to feed the chickens. I managed to finish early and went back indoors. I put my kerosene lamp on the table and when to wash my hands when I heard Jakub crying. I was going to wash my hands first and then see what it was, but then I heard something. This— this— creaking. Like when bones or sticks crack. Yes… yes, I heard that over the crying. I quickly entered the room and… (Mrs. Navrátilová starts sniffling and looks agitated) Dr. Novák: (Says gently) Kamila? Mrs. Navrátilová: That scarecrow was in the room. It had moved to the room. And it was crouched over Jakub's cot. It turned to see me and I got a good look at it. Dr. Novák: What did you see? Mrs. Navrátilová: (Rubs her fingers together.) The pole. It— it wasn't a pole! It was a damn spine! It's a spine covered in… burlap. It even had this thing at the end making noise. Like a— ike those snakes in cowboy movies— like— like (Begins shaking her index finger while hissing.). Dr. Novák: You mean rattlesnakes. Mrs. Navrátilová: Yes, rattlesnake! Yes. It was showing that rattle to Jakub. And— and it had a skeleton under the straw and cloth. Then I saw its face. It had two black holes for eyes. And it had teeth like nails. And it was smiling at him. Oh God… Dr. Novák: It's alright Kamila. Calm down. Breathe. Mrs. Navrátilová: (Kamila breathes in and out.) Dr. Novák: What happened next? Mrs. Navrátilová: I shouted at it. It tried to grab Jakub. I saw a broom nearby. I grabbed and swung it against it's head. I think I stunned it because it went backward and started shaking the head around. I managed to pull Jakub away and run out of the room. The thing then grabbed my leg and I fell over. Luckily I cushioned Jakub's fall. The thing then began crawling towards me. I started kicking it as hard as I could. I broke something in its face and the grip loosened. I got the hell up with Jakub and ran to the bathroom. Dr. Novák: The bathroom? Mrs. Navrátilová: My gun was too far away and this thing was fast. I just ran into the closest room which was good. I… I used to hide there a lot when I was a kid. They have very strong locks. So I locked the door and put Jakub in the bathtub. He was crying so loudly. Suddenly, the thing began smacking the door. It was so thin but it was causing the door to crack in a few hits. And then I heard it. Dr. Novák: Heard what, Kamila. Mrs. Navrátilová: I heard… Jakub. Dr. Novák: You heard Jakub, crying? Mrs. Navrátilová: Jakub was crying, yes. But it was coming from the door. The bastard was imitating my baby through the hole it had made. Like it was mocking me. Dr. Novák: What happened then? Mrs. Navrátilová: Then…Then I remembered something my friends and I used to do back then. I opened the cabinet and took out the hairspray and a lighter I had in my pocket. The thing was almost through the door. I lit the lighter and sprayed the damn thing. It started screaming and moved away from the door. I then rushed out the door and saw the thing trying to put itself out. I looked around and saw the kerosene lamp I left on the table. I grabbed it and threw it onto the creature. I sprayed it again and again until it was halfway on fire. It then jumped out the window screaming. I saw it run across the field and jump into the river. Dr. Novák: (Blinks several times) Woah. Um… (Pauses) Continue. Mrs. Navrátilová: I went back in to make sure Jakub was fine. Thank God he was. Then I called the police and fire department. <End Log> Closing Statement: [The use of fire has been noted to be quite effective in warding off SCP-7332. Request to equip MTFs dealing with SCP-7332 with flame-based weaponry.] The Navrátil family was amnesticised shortly after and relocated to the suburbs of Warsaw, Poland, where Peter's extended family lived with a cover story provided. Addendum 3: Incident-7332-2 4 months later, the Foundation was alerted of an ongoing SCP-7332 event in Slovakia via a 1585 call. However, unlike previous incidents, the caller reported multiple instances of SCP-7332 attacking the same property and with previously unseen amounts of aggression. MTF Epsilon-6 was deployed to the scene. Raid Video Log Transcript Date: 08/10/2005 Raid Team: Epsilon-6 "Charlie Team" Subject: SCP-7332 Team Lead: Charlie-1 Team Members: Charlie-1 to Charlie-10 Charlie-1 to Charlie-5 (Red Team) Charlie-6 to Charlie-10 (Blue Team) NOTE: Due to the extensive use of multiple languages, the spoken languages will be abbreviated. [EN] = English, [CS] = Czech, [SLK] = Slovak. Most of the log is in English. [BEGIN LOG] (The SWAT vehicle parks outside the compound.) Charlie-1: Move out! (Charlie Team exits the vehicle. Body cameras show a metal fence blocking a path leading to the farm in the hills. Teams approach the fence while Charlie-7 sets up an observation drone. The fence is locked.) TOC:6 TOC to Charlie Team. There are multiple hostiles in the area. Stay alert. Secure the area and report any survivors you find. Charlie-1: Roger that. Cut the lock. Charlie-2: I'm on it. (Charlie-2 takes out bolt cutters and cuts the chain. Charlie-1 gives a signal to Charlie-7 to deploy the drone.) Charlie-7: Drone is in the air, Sir. (Drone flies up and moves towards the compound, providing a bird's-eye view. Footage shows the path leading to the apple orchard before turning left past the maize and wheat fields, then turning right leading to the farmhouse and barn. Past the compound is a river with a dock separating the farm from the mountain forests.) Charlie-5: It's awfully quiet. Charlie-3: They could have left. Charlie-7: Or it could be an ambush. Charlie-1: Everyone hush. Maintain positions. TOC, give me eyes. TOC: TOC to Charlie Team. There appear to be three possible SCP-7332 instances positioned in the fields. Two in the maize field and one in the wheat field. No signs of movement. Road to house is…clear. One SUV outside. There is someone lying on the ground close by. Appears injured. No sign of movement. (Drone flies towards the house.) TOC: Charlie-6. There is movement in the ground floor window. Unknown. Charlie-1: Alright everyone, go go go! (Charlie-2 opens the fence and assault team moves up the road.) Charlie-1: Head on a swivel. Keep an eye on those scarecrows. (Cameras pan about covering various directions. Charlie Team stealthily approach a right turn, facing the orchard. Charlie-3 and Charlie-9 keep weapons on the two suspected instances in the maize.) Charlie-9: Got eyes on instance. Should we engage? Charlie-1: Negative, not yet. TOC, any movement? TOC: Negative Charlie-1. None have moved. (Body cam footage shows an object with a hat underneath one of the apple trees.) Charlie-10: Somethings there. Left apple tree. Charlie-1: Lights on. (Team turn on their flashlights. Light illuminates a body laying against the apple tree, as well as the suspected instances.) Charlie-6: Looks like a civvie. Charlie-3: Why are they not moving? Charlie-9: Either these are some disciplined scarecrows… or just normal scarecrows? Charlie-1: Most likely the latter. But better not to take the risk. Blue team, clear the orchard. Red team, move to farmhouse. Keep an eye on these three instances. (Blue Team begins walking to the orchard.) Charlie-6: Approaching body. It's the farmhand, Sir. Charlie-1: Life signs? Charlie-6: Negative. Charlie-1: See anything? Charlie-7: Checking the trees. Nothing so far, boss. Charlie-1: Alright, Red Team come with me. Keep an eye on the fields. TOC, anything to report. TOC: Negative, Charlie Team. You are clear to go. Charlie-1: Red Team, let's move. (Red Team continue to move up the road. Meanwhile, as Blue Team check the orchard, Charlie-8's camera shows movement in one of the apple trees.) Charlie-8: I see movement. (He shines his light at the foliage as Charlie-6 and 9 also do the same. An SCP-7332-2 instance is illuminated.) Charlie-7: Contact! Contact! (The three open fire on the instance.) Charlie-1: Quickly! Move! (Red team continues moving.) (The instance shrieks and falls to the ground.) Charlie-8: It's down. Charlie-9: Nice one! Charlie-6: Nice! Look for its buddies. (Blue Team repositions.) TOC: Charlie Team be advised. There is movement in the cornfields. Repeat, movement in the cornfields. (Drone footage shows two separate mild disturbances in the cornstalks moving away from the road parallel to the orchard which then cease after a few seconds. The three suspected instances do not move.) Charlie-1: Copy that TOC. Everyone, stay alert. Red Team, haul ass! Blue Team, tail those things. Charlie-6: Roger that, Sir. Let's move, people. (Blue Team follows the movement while Red team approaches the farmhouse.) Charlie-1: This is Red Team, we have reached the farmhouse. Tom, check that body for signs. Charlie-4: I'm on it. (Charlie-3 slowly approaches the family vehicle.) Charlie-3: Car's fucked. Tyres are slashed. (Shines light at a pool of liquid forming under the car before bending lower.) Jesus, fuel line's been cut as well. Charlie-1: They're smart enough to sabotage. Tom, what's going on there? Charlie-4: It's the owner. He's been long gone. There are keys next to him. Charlie-1: (Speaks into radio) Body is Goran Horváth. Charlie-5: Poor guy was trying to make a run for it to a broken car. Charlie-1: Take those keys, we could open the door. Flamers, stay outside. Set a perimeter. Charlie-3 and -5: Yes Sir. (They face the drive way, whilst Charlie -1, -2, and -4 stack up at the door.) Charlie-2: (Tests keys until she finds one that fits. Whispers) Got it. (Unlocks door) Breaching. Charlie-1: Go. Go. (The three open the door and enter the living room. Furniture is strewn across the floor. There are blood splatters on the left wall and on the sofas.). Charlie-4: Oh shit. Charlie-2: Clear. Charlie-1: Check corridors. Charlie-4: On it. (Charlie-4 moves right towards corridor into dining room as Charlie-1 and 2 clear the rooms on the ground floor.) Charlie-4: Clear. Charlie-2: Clear. (Charlie-1 opens the last door and enters, followed by Charlie-4. Footage is of the pantry. On the floor are knocked-over barrels of grain and a decapitated body of a woman. The body has been severely lacerated.) Charlie-1: Jesus… (Pauses) Identification? Charlie-4: Possibly the homeowner…Wait. (Charlie-4 slowly crouches next to one of the grain barrels. A black object is sticking out. He pushes away some of the grain. They slide down revealing a face of a woman.) Charlie-4: [CS] Oh fuck!! (Staggers back.) Charlie-1: (Places his hand on Charlie-4's back.) That's her? Charlie-4: (Heaving.) Yes. Charlie-1: Agnesa Horváthová has been located. She's dead. TOC: Copy that, Charlie-1. Proceed with the mission. (Red Team continue searching the farmhouse. Blue Team continues their search outside.) Charlie-7: Sir, you sure these are the instances? They didn't do anything when we killed one of them. Charlie-6: Just stick to the plan, Mitch. These things are patient. Charlie-7: I mean look. (Blinks light on and off to one of the target's face.) They're ju- (Suddenly a rifle shot rings out. A bullet flies past the maize into the ground, throwing up dirt.) Charlie-6: Sniper! Take cover! (Blue Team searches for cover and turn off their lights as a second shot rings out, hitting the ground further away from the orchard. As this happens, a figure wearing a hat is seen briefly in Charlie-8's bodycam moving away into the forest near the orchard. This goes unnoticed. Red team's footage shows Charlie-1, -2, and -4 looking up at the ceiling where the shots are heard loudly. Charlie-1 gestures to Charlie-2 to stay put and Charlie-4 to follow him upstairs.) Charlie-6: Anyone has eyes on the shooter? Charlie-8: (Peeking) Negative. It's coming from the buildings. Charlie-1: (Whispers.) Blue Team, this is Charlie-1. Sniper is in farmhouse. Second storey. Moving to subdue. Charlie-6: Copy, -1. (Blue Team stay behind cover. Charlie-1 and -4's footage shows a corridor with three rooms.) Charlie-4: [SLK] This is the police! Drop your weapon and come out with your hands in the air! (A female voice shouts back.) Unknown: [SLK] It's inside the other room! Charlie-4: [SLK] What i- Unknown: [SLK] The scarecrow! The scarecrow! It's in the room next to this one. (The men look at each other.) Charlie-2: What going on up there, guys? Charlie-1: Small situation. You stay put. Charlie-2: Oh Lord, help me. Charlie-4: [SLK] How can we trust you? Unknown:[SLK] I was shooting at the monsters! Not your people. Please, my baby is in here. I'm friendly. Charlie-1: (Whispers into Charlie-4's ear.) Keep her talking. (Charlie-4 keeps his weapon on the door of the sniper's room.) Charlie-4: [SLK] Alright. Don't worry, alright?… You sound weird. Are you from here? Unknown: [SLK] No… I'm Czech. Are you too? Charlie-4: Wha— N— No? (Charlie-1 enters the room and finds it clear.) Charlie-1: (Quiet but curtly.) Clear. Son of a- Unknown: Your Slovak is also a bit weird. Sorry. (Charlie-1 aims at the closed door and gestures to Charlie-4. He nods as Charlie-1 moves opposite the door.) Charlie-4: [CS] Alright, you caught me. I moved here some time ago, then joined the police. Unknown: [CS] Ah neat! You know what? I'll put the gun down. Charlie-4: [CS] That would be much appreciated. For all our safety. Charlie-2: What going on up there, guys? Charlie-1: (Speaks quietly into radio.) Lisa, I said stand down! Unknown: [CS] I'm going to open the door. (Doorknob turns. Men aim. Door opens slightly.) Unknown: [CS] Please don't- (Charlie-4 pushes the door open and enters the room, followed by Charlie-1. The former's bodycam shows a young woman getting knocked to the floor. She has a hunting rifle slung on her back. Charlie-4 aims the gun at her while Charlie-1 checks the room.) Charlie-1: Clear. (Into radio.) Blue Team. Sniper has been subdued. Charlie-6: Fuck yes, man! (Blue Team reposition out of cover and turn on their lights.) Unknown woman: ([CS] while rubbing her nose.) Ow! You are a nutcase! Why? Charlie-1: Identify yourself. Unknown woman: ([CS]) I'm- [EN] My name is Kamila Navrátilová. This is my friend's house. Charlie-1: (Turns to Charlie-4) Good work Charli- Charlie-4: Wait, your name is Kamila Navrátilová? (They both look at the woman.) Unknown woman: Yes. Kamila Navrátilová. My husband is Peter Navrátil. He went to get help. Is he safe? (They both look at each other before Charlie-1 gestures towards his bodycam.) Look here please. (The woman cocks her head before looking at the camera for a while.) Unknown woman: So…how long do I— Charlie-1: (Speaks into radio.) TOC, do we confirmation on identity? TOC: TOC to Charlie Team. Affirmative. That is Kamila Navrátilová. She left Poland three days ago on a trip. Charlie-6: That's her? Charlie-9: Oh wow! Kamila: Is something going on? Charlie-1: It's nothing. We don't have information about your husband. Now I n- Charlie-9: Barn! Someone's in the window. (Loud scuffling and moans heard outside. The three look out towards the barn. Drone footage shows a man clambering out the barn window. He drops to the ground and gets up looking around; panting.) Kamila: My God, Radim. Charlie-1: You know hi- (Kamila rushes to the window waving both her hands.) Kamila: [SLK] Radim! Hey, Radim! The police are here! Charlie-1: What are you doing? (The man, appearing in his mid 40s, turns to look at Kamila. He smiles. Suddenly, an SCP-7332-A instance emerges from the barn window. Radim sees it and runs.) Radim: [SLK] Shit! (The instance slithers out the barn window after him.) Kamila: Shit! No! No! Charlie-1: (Pointing at an empty window.) -4! Window! (Kamila hastily shoulders, aims, and fires as Charlie-4 takes position at the other window. Radim ducks as the instance is shot, staggering it. The bullet hits the ground. He runs towards Blue Team's lights.) Charlie-1: (Into radio.) Charlie-3 and -5, instance chasing civv at barn. Stop it. TOC: TOC to Blue Team. Unidentified male is running from barn toward your location. Charlie-3: Yes, Sir! Charlie-5: On it. (The instance recovers and continues pursuit, but Charlie-4 shoots it with his shotgun. Charlie-3 and -5 catch up and burn it.) Charlie-5: (Stops shooting.) It's dead! It's dead. Charlie-3: (Stops shooting later.) Copy that. (Turns to look at Radim.) Hey! Wait! (Radim continues running towards Blue Team through the path between the maize and wheat field, shouting at them. Drone footage and the bodycams show multiple movements in the wheat and corn stalks converging towards him.) Charlie-3: Oh fuck. Radim: [SLK] HELP ME! PLEASE! HELP ME! Charlie-6: Oh dear God. (Shouts.) [SLK] QUICKLY! RUN! COME HERE!(Orders team.) [EN] Gunners! Shoot the fields! (Blue Team's gunners begin shooting the fields. Man lowers his head and picks up speed.) Radim: (Panting.) [SLK] HELP ME. Charlie-6: (Goes forward while speaking.) [SLK] Come on man! Come on! Radim: [SLK] HEL- (An SCP-7332 instance pounces out of the wheat crops and knocks him into the maize as a second one drags him in. Screaming is heard and blood is seen spurting from the cornstalks.) Charlie-8: Shit! Shit! Charlie-6: B-Burn them! Burn them, quick! (Flamers join in shooting into the fields. Two SCP-7332 instances rush out of the burning crops towards the team.) Charlie-9: (Dodging) FUCK! FUCK! (One of the entities rams and knocks down Charlie-8 while the other passes Charlie-9 and slashes Charlie-7 as he shoots at it.) Charlie-7: AHHH! OH GOD! (The entities are quickly dispatched by the rest of Blue Team. Charlie-9 runs to Charlie-7 and shakes him.) Charlie-9: Mitch! Stay with me, man! Mitch, don't you dare! Charlie-6: (Holds Charlie-9's shoulder) Tascha, he's gone! We have to go. Now! Charlie-9: No! Mitch… (Quiet sobs) No… (Charlie-9 gets up and follows Charlie-6.) Charlie-6: Blue Team, regroup near the river. More open space there. Move! Move! Move! (Charlie-8 is assisted by Charlie-10 getting up. He clutches his bleeding right forearm.) Charlie-8: Fuck! My arm. Charlie-10: You'll be fine dude. Let's go. TOC: Red Team, be advised. You have 4-5 hostiles approaching the front door from the fields. (Drone footage shows multiple objects moving through the crops away from the fire away from the burning crops. A cacophony of baby cries and chittering can be heard.) Charlie-1: Red Team flamers, we're getting out. Create a defensive peri- Charlie-3: (Takes in a deep breath.) Don't worry, boss. We'll fend them off. Charlie-5: I'll take the wheat fields. (Charlie-3 and -5 set up positions aiming at the fields.) Charlie-1: I know you will. (Turns to Charlie-4 and Kamila.) We need to go. Charlie-4: (Whilst reloading.) Yes, Sir. Charlie-1: Where's your baby? Kamila: Oh. (Kamila quickly walks to the nearby closet and opens it. Footage shows a baby boy wrapped in cloth wearing ear muffs. Kamila gently pick up the baby.) Kamila: [CS] Kuba. My love. Mama's here! (The men stare at Kamila.) Charlie-4:(Pointing at the ear muffs) Where did you get… Kamila: (Looks at them, the ear muffs, then back at them) Oh! I-I found them at the barn when I was hiding. Jakub needs it more than me. Charlie-1: Alright! Let's go. (As they are moving to leave, Charlie-4 turns to Kamila.) Charlie-4: Hey, sorry about that. The door. Kamila: No worries. Almost broke my nose, but ok. (Pauses) Did you find that thing? Charlie-4: What? The scarecrow? No. There was nothing in tha- (Charlie-2's voice is heard on the radio.) Charlie-2: Guys, help me! HELP! OH!! Charlie-1: Oh fuck! Charlie-4: Lisa? LISA?! Oh shit. (Gestures to Kamila.) Get your baby and stay behind us. Quick! (Kamila gets Jakub as the three run downstairs of Charlie-2's voice.) Charlie-1: (Speaks into comms) Charlie-2! We're coming! Hang in there! Charlie-2: (Groaning) Charlie-1: (Murmurs indiscernibly.) (They enter living room. There is a new blood trail leading down the right corridor. Sounds of flames whooshing and screeching are heard outside.) Charlie-4: She's in the kitchen. Charlie-1: Tomas, wait! Charlie-4: Lisa! Hang in there. We'r- (An SCP-7332-B instance is seen disemboweling an unresponsive Charlie-2 as the screams continue. It suddenly turns to face the team.) SCP-7332-B: LORD HELP ME!!!! OHHHH LORD!!!! (Cackling) Charlie-4: What the fu- (The instance scrambles up the wall and onto the ceiling. Charlie -1 and -4 open fire, killing it. Kamila flinches and shouts while trying to comfort a crying Jakub.) (Drone footage shows Charlie-3 and Charlie-5 fighting four of the creatures which emerged from the fields. Charlie-5 burns one but is tackled by another. He removes his flamethrower before using his SMG to fire several shots at the creature, presumably killing it. Charlie-3 falls next to the car as she is attacked by two of the creatures slashing at her. Bodycam footage shows spurts of fuel leaking from behind her. Another SCP-7332-A instance is seen moving towards Charlie-5 as he reloads his SMG.) Charlie-3: Oh no you don't, fucker! (Charlie-3 points his flamethrower at the stalker and hits it. Seconds later, the car explodes into a large fireball, killing the three instances and Charlie-3. The explosion rocks the house.) Charlie-1: Jesus Christ! (The explosion causes the front of the house to catch fire as well. A large fire has spread throughout the crop fields.) Kamila: Back door is through the kitchen. Go there! Charlie-1: (Into radio.) Charlie-3 and -5, respond! Meet us at the back right of the house. Charlie-5: Charlie-3 is no more. (Pants.) On the way, Sir. (The remainder of Red Team and the civilians rendezvous between the farmhouse and the barn.) Charlie-5: Hey guys. Charlie-4: Mark! Charlie-1: Alright, guard the civ. (Into radio) Charlie-1 to TOC. 2-3 men down. 1 injured. TOC: Affirmative, Charlie Team. Reinforcements and medical are on the way. Charlie-1: (Into radio.) Charlie-1 to Blue Team. Rendezvous at barn. Charlie-6: Copy that. We're- (Drone footage shows a motorboat approaching. Blue Team gets up. An unknown male begins shouting from the boat.) Unknown male: [CS]Kamila! Goran! Guys! I brought help! Come quick! (Turns to the man at the motor and speaks.) [SLK] Faster brother! Charlie-4: How did a civv get past the blockade? Kamila: Peter… It's Peter! He brought help. (Kamila starts hyperventilating.) Kamila: No…no… he's brought help. Charlie-1: What the hell do you mean "No!" What's go- TOC: TOC to Charlie Team. There is movement in the water. (Charlie-1 looks at his tablet. Drone footage shows a boat approaching the dock. Two large ripples are seen north and southeast of the vessel.) Charlie-1: (Under his breath.) Fuck, vodnik…(Grabs his radio.) Blue Team! Tell that vessel to leave ASAP! They're in danger! NOW! Vodniks are in the water. (Blue Team begins running to the dock. Charlie-6 shouts to the boat captain while Charlie -8, -9, and -10 begin firing shots into the water.) Charlie-6: [SLK] HEY! TURN BACK! TURN BACK! IT'S IN THE WATER! (As the man tries to respond, the boat is rocked violently. The man looks around panically as he tries to regain his balance. Suddenly, an SCP-7332-C instance bursts out of the water and grabs the man. His scream is quickly cut short by him crashing into the water. Three more instances immerge and begin thrashing the boat, causing it to capsise. The captain is seen shouting for help before quickly disappearing under the surface.) Charlie-6: [SLK] NOOOO! NO! NO! NO! //(Turning around. [EN] Fall back! We need to get to Red Team. GO! (Red Team look at Kamila. She is in tears and standing still.) Kamila: Pe… Peter?… (She clutches Jakub towards her as Charlie-1 goes towards her.) Charlie-1: Kamila. Look at me. (Holds her shoulders.) Look at me! I'm sorry. But I need you to stay strong. For Jakub. Help is on the way, we just… need.. to stay alive for a few more minutes. Kamila: (Sniffs and nods.) Can you hold my baby? (Charlie-1 looks at the other men. Suddenly, Charlie-5 walks forward.) Charlie-5: I'll make myself useful. (He takes the baby from Kamila. Kamila drops the rifle to the ground.) Kamila: This doesn't work. You clearly know what you are doing. If I'm coming with you, I want one of your guns. Please? (The men pause before Charlie-4 gives her his pistol with holster and pistol ammo pouch.) Charlie-4: Glock-18. Are you familiar with this? Kamila: Peter used to… teach me Glock off-duty at the range. I— I prefer the CZ. Used to it. (Points to the switch on the slide.) What this? Charlie-4: Selector switch. (Pushes it up.) Semi-auto. (Pushes it back down.) Full auto. Kamila: (Pauses briefly before nodding.) Okay. Charlie-4: Good. (She affixes it to her right leg.) (Charlie-5 returns her baby to her and she nods.) Charlie-1: Alright, let's move. Charlie-4 and -5: Yes Sir. (The team makes their way to the barn. Drone footage shows the house and crop fields burning. Blue Team is seen running towards the barn where they meet up.) Charlie-1: What's your status? Charlie-6: Charlie-8 is injured. All are rattled but fine. Charlie-9: I see you have the survivor. Charlie-4 Yes. Kamila: (Nods) Hello… Charlie-9: Hey. (The rest of Blue Team make short greetings.) Charlie-10: What do we do now? Charlie-1: Backup will be here soon. We bunker the civv in the barn. Charlie-5, you take flamer duty from Charlie-8. Charlie-5 and -8 Copy that. (Charlie-5 takes -8's flamethrower.) Charlie-1: Charlie-4, -9, and myself will search the barn. The rest of you create a defensive perimeter around the civ. We don't want any surprises. (Shrieking and chattering is heard in the distance. Drone footage shows the SCP-7332-C instances along with other SCP-7332 instances collecting the remains of their fallen while others look in the direction of the barn.) Charlie-1: Slight change of plans. We're turning this barn into a fortress. Kamila, you're coming with us! Everyone else, you know what to do! (Charlie-1, -4, -9 and Kamila stack up against the barn door as the rest form a defensive perimeter. They try the door.) Charlie-1: Shit. It won't budge. Kamila: There's a ladder on the side. We can enter through the window using that. Charlie-9: Then we open the door. Nice. Charlie-1: (Pauses.) Alright, let's do it. (Charlie-4, Charlie-9, and Kamila go and retrieve the ladder. The MTF operatives place it against the wall of the barn below the window. Charlie-4 goes up first and peeks through the window. The interior of the barn shows piles and bales of hay. Two dead bodies of farmhands are seen.) Charlie-4: Oh God. (He climbs through and looks around, aiming his weapon. Nothing is seen.) Charlie-9: What do you see? Charlie-4: Two bodies. Nothing else. Charlie-6: Sir, there's a lot of noise coming from there. Charlie-1: Fuck. Just go. Charlie-9: On it. (Charlie-9 climbs the ladder.) Charlie-1: (Turns to Kamila.) You go first. Kamila: Are you s- Charlie-1: There's no time. GO! (Kamila climbs the ladder with Jakub followed by Charlie-1.) Charlie-9: (Raises hands towards Kamila.) I got you Ma'am. Kamila: Thank you. (Kamila hands Jakub to Charlie-9 and proceeds to climb to the floor.) Charlie-9: (Touching his face.) Hey little man. (Jakub babbles.) Kamila: I think he likes you. Charlie-9: (Giggles.) Kamila: (Look down at ladder) Come up Sir. Charlie-1: Coming. Coming. (The three make way as he climbs up. Charlie-1's bodycam footage briefly shows a metallic object in the rafters moving. Charlie-4 is on the ground floor examining the door.) Charlie-4: Guys, looks like it has been bolted shut from the inside. I'm goin- (He looks up. Charlie-4's camera shows an SCP-7332 instance hanging in the rafters holding a pitchfork as Charlie-1 reaches the window.) Charlie-4: NO! ( The entity impales Charlie-1 through the chest and face, and he's thrown backwards out the window. He falls along with the ladder.) Charlie-9: IAN!!!! Kamila: NO! (The operatives shout and curse as the body falls.) (Kamila unholsters her pistol but the instance knocks her and Charlie-9 off their feet. Charlie-9 falls off the floor. She turns as she falls on the pile of hay, shielding the baby from the impact.) Charlie-9: (Grunts.) (Charlie-4 fires at the instance. An SCP-7332-A instance bursts out of the hay and tackles him to the ground. Rapid pistol shots are heard along with a faint rattling. Charlie-9 hides a crying Jakub behind a crate. She covers him with hay.) Charlie-9: Shhh. Stay here, Jakub. I'll be back with Mama. (The sounds of thudding are heard as the other MTF try to break in.) (Charlie-9 turns to fire at the instance. It is seen on top of Kamila, slashing at her with its claws. Charlie-4 is grappling with the other entity. Upon firing at it, the instance turns towards Charlie-9. It grabs Kamila and throws her to the wall of the barn into a shelf. Charlie-9 fires, but the gun clicks. She checks the gun vigorously.) Charlie-9: God f-fucking damnit! (The instance slithers down and approaches her. It is a much larger SCP-7332-A instance.) Charlie-4: TASCHA! (The instance on him hisses. Charlie-4 punches and grabs its face, tearing off the burlap, revealing nails and what appears to be a human skull.) Charlie-4: TASCHA! GET THE BABY! (Charlie-9 turns to run, but the creature lunges at her, pinning her to the ground. Closer viewing reveals multiple patchworks make up its body. Its face is partially singed. It rattles its tail.) Charlie-9: (In Austrian German.) OH GO TO SHIT, ASSHOLE! (She unsheathes her knife and stabs its chest. The creature hisses loudly before throwing her across the ground into a wooden structure. It then pulls the supports, causing the structure and bales of hay to fall on the operative.) TOC: TOC to Charlie Team. There are multiple instances converging on your location. Delta Team is almost there. Hang in tight. Charlie-8: Oh God. Charlie-6: OPEN THAT FUCKING DOOR! (Charlie-5 and Charlie-10 are pulling and hitting the door while -6 and -8 aim at the burning fields. Smoke billows, obscuring their vision.) TOC: TOC to Charlie Team. Visuals unclear. Switching to thermals. (The instance then focuses back on Kamila, who seemed to have regained consciousness and is trying to get up. It starts making clicking sounds as it approaches her. The instance is then seen grabbing her face and proceeds to make small cuts at it. Deep, raspy giggling is heard.) Kamila: (Grunts.)[CS] Ahhh… Get off of me you bastard! (Kamila hand is seen grabbing something as this happens. Suddenly, she swings this object at the creature's spine. A loud crack is heard as the creature screams and collapses. Kamila pulls out a hatchet from its body. The instance attacking Charlie-4 turns its head to see the injured instance. Charlie-4 quickly unholsters his backup pistol and empties the magazine into the creature. It screams as it twitches onto the ground.) TOC: TOC to Charlie Team. Back up is on the scene. Stay put. (Drone footage shows multiple MTF vehicles drive up the path to the farmhouse. A machine gunner opens fire on the SCP-7332 instances, causing them to retreat into the river and the forests.) Charlie-10: Fuck yeah! Charlie-5: (Laughs exhaustedly.) (Charlie-4 quickly reloads. The injured entity rears up lopsidedly and gets shot from behind by Charlie-4. As it turns to attack him, Kamila moves to grab Charlie-4's shotgun on the ground and fires at the instance. The creature staggers forward and screams before she shoots it several more times, ripping it apart and presumably killing it.) Kamila: (Panting.) [CS] Are you alright? Charlie-4: (Panting.) [CS] Yeah… I think. Open that door. (He walks quickly to the hay bale pile as Kamila unlocks the barn door. The rest of Charlie Team and some other reinforcements enter.) Delta-3: Put the weapon down. Charlie-6: No! No. She's with us. (Delta Team lowers their weapons.) Charlie-5: Took you a while, didn't you? Kamila: (Looks down) Sorry. (Charlie-5 gives her a pat on the shoulder while chuckling.) TOC TOC to MTFs. Medical has just arrived. Good work. (Charlie-4 removes the debris, later helped by the other operatives, revealing Charlie-9.) Charlie-4: (Slapping and shaking her face.) Hey. Hey! Charlie-9. Wake up! (Charlie-9 comes to.) Charlie-9: Mmmmmhhhh…Heya Tomas. Kamila: Where is Jakub? (Charlie-9 points at the hiding spot.) Charlie-9: There… (Kamila goes there to get Jakub.) Delta-6: (To Charlie-10.) The baby? Charlie-10: Yeah. Kamila: There's nothing here. (The operatives turn to look at her.) Charlie-9: (Sits up.) What? (Charlie-9 tries to get up. Charlie-4 motions for her to rest but she insists.) Charlie-9: I kept him there. Behind the crate. Kamila: There is nothing there. (Kamila starts throwing hay around. The other operatives help her search.) Charlie-5: Shit. (They look at him pointing at the part of the wall. A large gap has been dug underneath it.) [END LOG] Once the area had been secured and thoroughly searched, Foundation agents recovered the bodies of 10 civilians and the 4 deceased members of Charlie Team. 2 of the civilians were found in the fields. Also found in and around there were several unidentified human and animal bones; and burnt wooden and metal parts. Due to the fire and the instances carrying most of their fallen back with them, only the two SCP-7332 corpses from the barn were secured intact and sent to the nearest site for analysis. Jakub Navrátil is currently MIA. Efforts to locate him are being carried out. Addendum 4: Analysis of SCP-7332 corpses Analysis of the smaller SCP-7332-1 instance, designated SCP-7332-A-1, revealed mostly cloth, straw, metal, wood, and bone scraps sewn together to make the body. Inside was wiring and some electronics amongst the straw. One of these was a speaker. The head, upon removal of the burlap, was revealed to be a human skull. The teeth had been replaced with 6D7 nails. Analysis of the larger instance of SCP-7332-1, designated SCP-7332-A-2 "Motley", revealed it possessed a similar body composition to SCP-7332-A-1. Differences other than the patchwork of different cloths making up its body, were the reinforced body structure, kevlar sewn onto the main body, and the addition of blackened knife blades attached to its fingers. A detail of note was the rattle on its tail. Analysis of the Incident-7332-2 log as well as witness reports from other SCP-7332 sightings shows that this characteristic is unique only to this instance as of now. Based on its observed behaviour and physiology, it is theorised that this instance is possibly a pack leader, with SCP-7332 group behaviour being akin to that seen in feral dog packs. During the analysis, the researchers noticed a very faint sound coming from some of the cloth comprising the instances. Using microphones, the sounds resembled faint screaming. Samples of the cloth were sent for further testing. Addendum 5: Incident-7332-3. Recovery of Jakub Navrátil The following is a transcript of the events which occurred roughly 45 hours after Incident-7332-2. VIDEO LOG DATE: 10/10/2005 NOTE: The zone surrounding the Horváth farm is still cordoned off with the cover of an infectious crop disease quarantine. Field agents and MTF Epsilon-6 are on the scene. Kamila was deemed important to the investigation by the Site Director and was thus brought to the scene. [BEGIN LOG] (Special Investigator Erica Moss and several field agents escort Kamila through rows of tents. Personnel are seen moving around doing their respective tasks.) Kamila: Can you tell me now? Have you found Jakub? Agent Moss: We are still looking for him, Ms. Navrátilová. We are doing our very best. (They stop at a medical tent. Agent Moss nods at a guard as she and Kamila enter. Footage shows the inside of the tent. A few personnel are inside resting on the beds as medical staff do their work. In one of these beds at the far end, Charlie-4 is seen conversing with a sitting Charlie- 9, Charlie-5, and Delta-6.) Delta-6: So she just went to town shooting at that thing? Charlie-4: Yeah! Then you guys came and saved our asses. Charlie-9: I'd bet she would have killed them all given the right stuff. Charlie-5: (Cocks head slowly) Really? Charlie-9: (Sighs) Alright, glass of water, killed as many as she could. Delta-6: Speak of the devil. Look who it is. (The operatives turn to see Kamila and the agents walk in. Charlie-4 walks towards them raising his hand. Charlie-5 chuckles softly and shakes his head.) Charlie-4: Kamila! Kamila: Hello Sir. Charlie-4: Please. My name is Tomas. (Turns to agents.) Why have you brought her here? Agent Moss: The Director said she might be useful to the investigation. (Turns to Kamila) Ms. Navrátilová, we have some questions for you. Please follow me. Agent Hudek, you and the other MTFs are needed for assistance. Charlie-4: Sure thing. Guys, over here. (The group leaves the tent and begin walking.) Agent Moss: As Agent Zima is unable to meet us at this time, we'll brief him on the necessary info later. (Charlie-4 is seen bending his head to Ms. Navrátilová's ear as Agent Moss speaks.) Charlie-4: [CS] Charlie-6. Blue eyed guy. He's now the new leader. Kamila: Mhm. Agent Moss: [CS] Thank you for elaborating, Agent Hudek. (The two quickly stare at her.) Charlie-4: Sh— Uh— Sorry Ma'am. (Charlie-9 snickers.) (They enter inside another larger tent. Agents are seen in the midst of analysing collected evidence presented on tables and boards. The group gathers at one of the evidence tables in the corner of the tent. On the table are photos, an urn, and several evidence bags. Two agents then place an old wooden box.) Charlie-9: Christ. Charlie-5: So what's going on, Ma'am? Agent Moss: During our search of the surrounding forests, we discovered a small cottage about a mile from the camp belonging to a farmhand who is currently missing. We found these items. Three necklaces made from phalanges in that urn hidden in the ashes. And then this came up. (Gestures to the box.) (The other agents lift the latches and open the lid.) Charlie-5: What the… fuck? (Inside the box a large trinket made of bones connected by string to a small human skull. One of them gently holds it up, revealing it to be an intricately designed wind chime.) Agent Moss: Analysis showed that all of these contain human bones, particularly children's bones. Kamila: Oh God. Charlie-4: Why is that one separated? (He points at a fourth necklace in a bag kept separate from the other bags.) Agent Moss: Well, that's the thing… this was found under the foundation of the farmhouse. (Points back at the box.) Along with that box. That's why we need you, Ms. Navrátilová. (Kamila stays silent before nodding.) Kamila: What do you need? Agent Moss: What do you know about Goran Horváth and his wife? Kamila: Not a lot other than they were Peter's friends. They were very friendly. Agnesa and I became good friends. Agent Moss: Do you know how they became friends? Kamila: Peter said through business. He worked for an agriculture supply company and Goran was a good customer. Agent Moss: Seems unusually too friendly for just business. Kamila: (Pauses) What are you implying? Agent Moss: 6 hours ago, one of our search teams spotted what appeared to be a reddish piece of clothing snagged on a branch near the river 2 km from here. When they inspected it, they found it was a hand-stitched embroidery. (She shows the group a photo of the embroidery. The handkerchief is stained a faded red. On it is a 4 sentence group of lines in what appears in Czech with the names resembling "Kamila Navrátilová" and "Jakub Navrátil" sewn below it with yellow-colored thread.) (Kamila's eyes widen as the agents share looks at each other and her.) Agent Moss: Even the Czech girls who found it couldn't read it properly. So, we're sending it to a Czech linguist for examination. As for now… (She taps the bottom of the photo) Looks familiar, doesn't it? Seems you and your son's names are here. Only you and your son's names. Kamila: I— I don't understand. Agent Moss: Ms. Navrátilová, what do you know about your husband? Kamila: That man is innocent! I saw him die for God's sake! (Looks around at the operatives frantically.) You all saw as well, right? Agent Moss: Ma'am, look at me. I need you to answe- Kamila: It makes no sense! How is this helping you find Jakub?! Agent Moss: Ms. Navrátilová, with the information at hand, we are going through all possibilities. Peter somehow bypassed the blocka- (Kamila gets up abruptly and curses under her breath before quickly walking out of the tent. Charlie-4 and Charlie-9 then follow her out.) Charlie-4: Kamila wait! Kamila: [CS] Peter died in front of me and my son is missing, and that fucker is saying he did all this! Charlie-4: [CS] It's not like that. Charlie-9: Ma'am, please. Kamila: (In tears.) Get away from me! All of you! (Some personnel see the commotion and begin walking towards Kamila.) Charlie-9: (Raises her hand.) No! No! It's cool! It's cool. (Seconds later, radio chatter begins from one of the personnel's radios) Search Team: Eric, this is ST-4. Coordinates sent. We have confirmation on the boy. (Kamila looks at the agent before suddenly grabbing his GPS and running, knocking him to the ground.) Charlie-9: Kamila no! (Charlie-4 looks at Kamila and grunts before going to help the man up. Charlie-5 is seen exiting the camp towards the scene.) Charlie-5: What's going on? Charlie-9: She's going t- (More chatter comes from his radio but it is not clearly recorded. Charlie-4's eyes widen as he looks at the other two operatives before sprinting after Kamila.) Charlie-4 Kamila wait! STOP! (Charlie-9 attempts to follow but Charlie-5 stops her.) Charlie-5: No. I'll go. (Starts running.) You stay here! (Charlie-5 runs after. He, Charlie-4, and other personnel chase after Kamila as she runs through the forest towards the location on the GPS.) Kamila: Jakub! I'm coming! Charlie-4: (Into radio panting) ST-6! There is a woman approaching your location! Brown hair. Scarred face. Checkered blouse. Stop her! Eric: Ma'am, stop running! (Personnel continue chasing for a while. Footage on a bodycam briefly shows Kamila looking at the GPS and turning left. The personnel follow, leading to an opening to a field with tall grass and weeds. Personnel from the search team are standing in the field. As Kamila approaches, they see her and attempt to stop her. She struggles against them.) Kamila: Where is he?! (Huffing) Where's my son? Where's my son?! I need to see him!!! ST-6 member: Ma'am. We need you to step back. (Charlie-4 catches up first.) Charlie-4: Kamila, please! Don't- (Charlie-5 reaches next. He is seen looking past them.) Charlie-5: [SLK] Oh…God… (Kamila manages to struggle past the team.) Kamila: Jakub! Jakub! Whe- (Kamila stops in her tracks and stops shouting. She remains silent for a while. Eric and other personnel reach her. Gasps and silence is heard. Charlie-4 cautiously walks closer to her.) Charlie-4: Oh no…I'm sorry… (Kamila staggers a few steps forward before collapsing to the ground. She starts wailing and curls into a fetal position. Charlie-4 walks over and kneels down next to her. As he does this, a figure is briefly seen in front of them. Muffled sobbing is heard.) Kamila: [CS] JAKUB!!!!! JAKUB!!! MY BABY!!! (As the personnel get closer, bodycam footage shows a clear view of the scene. In front of them is what appears to be a scarecrow posted in the middle of the field roughly the size of a toddler. They watch the scene in silence. After a moment, the leader of ST-6 slowly approaches Charlie-4 and places his hand on his shoulder. Charlie-4 looks towards the Agent and silently nods.) Kamila: [CS] WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME! JAKUB! (She starts hitting the ground. Charlie-4 escorts her slowly away.) Kamila: [CS] I HAVE NO ONE LEFT! Charlie-4: Ma'am… come with me. We- Kamila: NO! NO! (Pointing towards the scarecrow.) My baby! (She is reluctant at first, but soon complies. They both begin slowly walking away.) Charlie-4: [CS] Come Kamila. Kamila: [CS] My baby! (ST-6 and other personnel continue to investigate the scene, some of them moving closer to the body.) Charlie-4: [CS] Come Ma'am. I'm sorry. (Kamila continues crying. The scarecrow is constructed out of what appears to be flayed human skin stuffed with straw. The clothes and appearance match that of the missing boy.) Charlie-4: [CS] I'm so sorry. But (Sniffs) they need to check for evidence. (The agent examines the head before moving to the body. As he gently touches it, he flinches a bit.) ST-6 member: Ow! Charlie-4: I'm sure you understand. [CS] It has to be done. (The agent sees that his glove has been cut. The carefully checks the spot, revealing what appears to be the thread and tip of a rusty screw poking out of the clothing.) Charlie-4: I promise Ma'am. We'll get those things. We'll get these bastards. (As he does this, the scarecrow tilts slightly.) Kamila: I'LL KI- (A large explosion rips through the field. After 10 seconds as the smoke and dirt settle, footage from functioning bodycams show personnel running toward the carnage. Among the shouts and orders, Charlie-4's voice is heard faintly from the bodycam of Agent Eric on the ground nearby.) Charlie-4: (Coughs) Urghhhh…K-Kami-Kamila… Ma'am. Kamila? Kamila! Kamila wake up. MARK! MARK! Charlie-5: Tomas?! TOMAS! (To someone, presumably other personnel.) HERE. QUICK! Charlie-4: Kamila wake up! Wake up! (Under his breathe.) [CS] Please… [END LOG] Investigation of the explosion scene and analysis of the footage revealed the scarecrow was built around an IED8 comprising of three PMN-1 mines surrounded by shrapnel. 3 personnel were killed in the blast and 8 were wounded. Due to this incident, the recoveries and examination of any SCP-7332 related material are to be done with extreme caution. Subject Kamila Navrátilová was discovered alive, but unconscious and wounded from shrapnel. She was sent for emergency medical treatment along with the rest of the wounded. On 18/10/2005, after an 8-day coma, subject Kamila Navrátilová succumbed to her wounds. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re: Cloth and word results. To: ten.pcs|kavonp#ten.pcs|kavonp From: ten.pcs|navohce#ten.pcs|navohce Subject: IMPORTANT- Cloth and word results. Good morning Dr. Novák, Your suspicion was correct. I just received news from the Phasmology Division. According to them, the samples we sent contain high levels of ectoplasm. I will say, they seem very interested and request more material for further research. I'll send the full report upon receiving it. On another note, I received a text from Agent Moss about the embroidery study. The linguist said it was in Old Czech. It was also structured as a stanza for what he thought to be some hymn. This is his translation: "O Baron of Straw, I let you in, Receive my gift, And spare my kin." This could be worse than we thought. I suggest we bring this up with historical. Do get back to me as soon as possible. Sincerely, Researcher Eric Chovan. + FOOTNOTES - Close Footnotes 1. A boogeyman in Czech and Slovakian folklore resembling a scarecrow that hunts children. 2. A water spirit from Slavic mythology. 3. The Germanised form of Vodník 4. Serial killer suspected to have killed at least 8 children from 1987 till his death in 2002. 5. Slovak telephone number for police. 6. A tactical operations center (TOC) is a command post for police, paramilitary, or military operations. A TOC usually includes a small group of specially trained officers or military personnel who guide members of an active tactical element during a mission. 7. 2 inch (5.08cm) 8. Improvised Explosive Device |
SCP-7333 | euclid | SCP-7333 in temporary containment following initial recovery in Billings, Montana. Item #: SCP-7333 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7333 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell fitted with a large terrarium and multi-screen live feed of current stock market coverage. Typical amenities are to be provided, including cleaning services and provision of food per a designated dietary regimen. To aid with communication, SCP-7333 must at all times have access to a mobile device possessing a physical keyboard.1 Spare devices and chargers are to be stored in the room as necessary. A team of dedicated Foundation stock traders is to be assigned to SCP-7333’s containment cell, and kept on rotation watch to observe when it enters periods of lucidity. The team is to be provided with a probationary budget, to be used for investments based on SCP-7333’s insights. All transactions are to be thoroughly documented, and reviewed on a weekly basis. The budget is subject to change based on monthly outcomes. Access to SCP-7333 for interview purposes may be requested by any research personnel Level-2 or higher possessing requisite credentials in biological sciences. Any individuals seeking to submit such a request are to note that the stock trader team schedule is to be given priority for access to SCP-7333. Description: SCP-7333 appears to be a male Western fence lizard (Sceloporus occidentalis), possessing sapience in limited and irregular periods of lucidity. SCP-7333 is capable of communication in written American English through the use of various typing devices, but will only respond to conversation when verbally addressed by name.2 While SCP-7333 does not appear to age, it sheds its skin more frequently than non-anomalous lizards typical of the same apparent species. Shed skin from SCP-7333 carries no immediately discernable anomalous properties. Based on information gathered from interviews, SCP-7333 purportedly fashions itself as “a deity for a modern time” (see Partial Interview Logs). It is noted that despite its claims, SCP-7333 has yet to exhibit any indication of greater capabilities beyond its communicative and predictive anomalies. When provided with appropriate resources, SCP-7333 has demonstrated the ability to provide profitable investments recommendations, particularly with regards to the trading of stocks. As of the SCP-7333 team’s most recent portfolio review, it is believed that the frequency of SCP-7333’s periods of lucidity inversely correlates with the total profit amassed by the beneficiary of SCP-7333’s advice. Due to this, discussion is underway to determine an altered containment schedule to allow SCP-7333 ample recovery time in between consultations. SCP-7333 was initially discovered following investigation of animal control complaints from a series of houses within a suburban neighborhood. All such reports alleged that “lizards were breaking into houses to watch TV”, with a disproportionately large focus on households that frequently consumed news-related media. A team of Foundation containment specialists was dispatched to multiple houses under the guise of carrying out an electricians’ survey; the team first encountered SCP-7333 in a nursery bedroom typing “HELLO” repeatedly on a children’s “Speak & Spell” electronic hand-held toy, followed by “I AM BUSINESS LIZARD”. Following application of amnestics to the neighborhood occupants, the team secured SCP-7333 and transported it to the nearest Foundation facility. Addendum-7333-1: Partial Interview Logs: over the course of SCP-7333’s containment history, it was observed that its lucid periods initially occurred for approximately four hours every four days. As of the most recent update to the SCP-7333 file, the entity averages four hours of lucidity every sixteen days. Interview logs of note corresponding to sessions purely for personal information gathering purposes are transcribed below. (Note, SCP-7333’s mobile device keyboard typing is displayed without corrections for grammar or mechanics. All questions were voiced aloud by interviewers situated in the containment cell.) Excerpt from Interview-7333-3: Interviewer: Dr. R. Mercer Interviewee: SCP-7333 SCP-7333: are you sure you dont want a reading for the market Dr. Mercer: Business Lizard, today I would like to learn a little more about you, if that’s alright. SCP-7333: that is very agreeable Dr. Mercer: Stocks Lizard, some time ago you told us you reimagined yourself to suit more modern times. SCP-7333: yes there was much to change Dr. Mercer: Business Lizard, please tell me more. SCP-7333: in times long past i was a healer bringer of health as my siblings and elders before me but times shifted and commerce became what humans sought and sacrificed for it seemed fruitless to help humans regain their health when it would be thrown away for money at a moments notice i grew weary and lost and frail Dr. Mercer: Commerce Lizard, I am sorry to hear that. SCP-7333: money troubles and health troubles intertwine these days more than ever before to feel needed i renewed myself but as you see i am even less than i was before i had so much to learn but the world has changed the people are hostile there are places even i cannot go words even i do not know Dr. Mercer: Stocks Lizard, I hope you know that you are always welcome here. SCP-7333: thank you i have not felt so useful in generations please keep showing me your number reports i cannot always read them but i like seeing them thank you for always having someone sit with me Dr. Mercer: Business Lizard, do you remember much of who you were before civilization sped out of control? SCP-7333: taller bigger needed clothes Dr. Mercer: Commerce Lizard, do you know of any other lizards like yourself, who may have retained their powers? SCP-7333: there are none in my memory if there were any at all Dr. Mercer: Stocks Lizard, does that bother you? SCP-7333: no Dr. Mercer: Commerce Lizard, would you like us to attempt seeking out any of your kin who may still be findable? SCP-7333: no Excerpt from Interview-7333-8: (most recent interview to date) Interviewer: Dr. R. Mercer Interviewee: SCP-7333 [extraneous discussion removed] SCP-7333: ill tell you a secret Dr. Mercer: Business Lizard, that is kind of you. Commerce Lizard, what is the secret? SCP-7333: everytime i tell you to buy or sell something i am guessing Dr. Mercer: Stocks Lizard, that is rather incredible to believe. SCP-7333: i may have been stripped of my previous authority but i believe i still retain some good fortune inherent to my former station Dr. Mercer: Business Lizard, you say this despite not sharing in the profit from the advice you give, and only maintaining your consciousness some of the time? SCP-7333: well i met you all didnt i you will talk to me provide for me that sounds fortunate Dr. Mercer: Commerce Lizard, do you not wish to return to what you once were at the height of your strength? SCP-7333: my charge was to assist humans i am assisting this new job is much easier perhaps it was fate my path led here perhaps this was what i was hoping to be all my years of searching Dr. Mercer: Business Lizard, what did you hope to be? SCP-7333: happy [brief pause] Dr. Mercer: Business Lizard, I am glad to hear that. Is there anything else we can do for you? [SCP-7333 does not respond.] Dr. Mercer: Stocks Lizard, is there anything else we can do for you? SCP-7333: more strawberry ple [SCP-7333 is observed to turn several times in a quick circle on top of its typing device. It then jumps from the interview table and lands on Dr. Mercer’s leg. Dr. Mercer observed returning SCP-7333 to its terrarium.] Endnote: Request for more fresh fruit, primarily strawberries, to be added to 7333's dietary regimen. – R. Mercer Note from Lab Director M.K.: Granted. He deserves a break. Footnotes 1. Currently, SCP-7333 has had the most success using modified Blackberry products. 2. Names currently confirmed to trigger responses in SCP-7333 are Business Lizard, Commerce Lizard, and Stocks Lizard. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7333" by Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7333. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7334 | safe | Item#: 7334 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7334 is to be kept in a Safe-class storage locker at Site-19. Testing with SCP-7334 may only be performed with written permission from two Level 4/7334 Personnel. Description: SCP-7334 is a pair of two identical clockwork spherical containers, each with a diameter of 1m. Each container houses a portal, designated SCP-7334-A and -B. When inside the spherical containers, the two portals may be moved freely. When a spherical container is opened, the portal within will remain suspended at the position where it was released. If portals are released from their housing, they will behave as a continuous inter-spatial pathway, with items entering one end being subsequently released from the opposite end. The containers weigh less than an object of their size and composition should.1 Addendum 7334.01: Abridged Testing Logs The following is a series of tests performed with SCP-7334 to ascertain its functions and limits. Test 7334.01 Date: 5/6/2001 Procedure Both ends of SCP-7334 were opened, and a tennis ball was thrown into SCP-7334-A. Results Item immediately exited SCP-7334-B with the same velocity it had when it entered SCP-7334-A. Conclusions SCP-7334 acts as an instantaneous gateway between two points. Test 7334.02 Date 5/9/2001 Procedure Both ends of SCP-7334 were opened. D-2980 was instructed to enter SCP-7334-A. Results D-2980 immediately exited SCP-7334-B unharmed. Subject reported that no time passed since they entered SCP-7334-A. Conclusions SCP-7334 is safe for human traversal. Test 7334.03 Date 5/12/2001 Procedure SCP-7334-A was opened inside a Faraday cage, while SCP-7334-B was opened outside the Faraday cage. The researcher inside the Faraday cage attempts to use a hand radio to make contact with the researcher outside the Faraday cage. Results Contact between the researcher inside the Faraday cage and the researcher outside the Faraday cage is established via the hand radio. Conclusions SCP-7334 allows for the passage of electromagnetic waves. Test 7334.04 Date 5/13/2001 Procedure SCP-7334-A was opened while SCP-7334-B was kept sealed. A camera probe was sent into SCP-7334-A. Results Camera recorded a white void on the other side of SCP-7334-A, with what appeared to be multiple instances of SCP-7334-B within. Conclusions More data required. Test 7334.05 Date 5/15/2001 Procedure: SCP-7334-A was opened while SCP-7334-B was kept sealed. D-2980 was given a hand radio which would record and transmit to the overseeing researchers. Results Contact lost with D-2980 shortly after beginning the test. Opening SCP-7334-B did not yield D-2980. Subject considered lost. Conclusions Entities sent into SCP-7334-A while SCP-7334-B is closed are not recoverable. Test 7334.06 Date 5/20/2001 Procedure SCP-7334-B was opened while SCP-7334-A was left closed. Results D-2980 emerged. Conclusions Conclusions not recorded. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 6/7334 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 6/7334 AUTHORIZATION WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE TERMINATION VIA COGNITOHAZARD. ID bf086fb6ebde825c8a79bf4a98cf5982_1734915842 PASSWORD cdb018b6408767e1ce2c9ee473f6882d_1734915842 Login Logout Cognitohazard Inoculation Confirmed. Accessing Addendum. Addendum 7334.02: The following recording was recovered from D-2980 after his emergence from SCP-7334-B. Audio Log Transcript Subject: D-2980 Handler: Jeff Henderson [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins immediately after D-2980 enters SCP-7334-A. Henderson: Testing testing, one, two, three. Can you hear me in there, D-2980? D-2980: Yeah, I hear you, Henderson. Henderson: Okay, good. Looks like we're recording, so you can just start describing your surroundings when you're ready. D-2980: Well, it's pretty much just a white void. I can't really- Transmission from D-2980 cuts to static at this time. Test 7334.05 was concluded upon failure to reestablish contact with or retrieve D-2980. However, D-2980's recording continues past this point. D-2980: Good, the connection's severed. Okay, how have you been holding up in here? Have you followed my instructions? D-2980's voice can be heard responding to his own questions. Due to differences in amplitude of volume, it is believed that these answers come from a second instance of D-2980, designated here as D-2980-1. D-2980-1: Just like you told me, passing things from one hole to the other based on your diagram. D-2980: Good, good. Now it's your turn to get out of here. If you go through that hole, you should go back where you need to be. D-2980-1: What, back to Foundation custody? Why would I want to do that? At least here it's safe, if a bit boring. D-2980: It's not back to Foundation custody, it's… well, I can't really explain. D-2980-1: Why not? D-2980: I didn't last time, and I wouldn't want to risk upsetting the flow of things. Listen, it'll all make sense later. For now, you need to go. The red pickup will have keys in the ignition. Go to Yellowstone. No matter what else happens, you need to get there. D-2980-1: What are you talking about? D-2980: Just do it, okay? That's pretty much your only option, right now. If you don't, well, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead. Oh, before I forget, take this. It'll help the documentation later if you keep records. Trust me, you want to be documenting anything unusual. D-2980-1: Well, if there's anyone I can trust… Okay, here goes, I guess. It's that one, right? D-2980: Right, and remember to check the diagram for when you should open the portals. I wasn't having you pass that stuff through for nothing. D-2980-1: Ok, well, see you around, I guess… D-2980: More like be me around, but yeah. Good luck, I'm counting on you. [END LOG] In addition to the above log, the recording device contained a series of journal entries made by D-2980-1. The logs were not dated, but D-2980-1 noted the number of each log as it was made. Transcripts of each log have been included below. For simplicity, D-2980-1 will now be referred to as D-2980. Journal Entry 01: I'm not sure what I was expecting when I stepped through that portal. No, that's not true actually, I had some idea. Monsters. I thought there would be some kind of zombie outbreak or demons or, I don't know, something. I didn't expect to find nothing. Nothing's not quite the right word either. Obviously, I'm not in that void any more. From what I can tell, I'm in the average American suburb, but there's no one here. I thought for sure I would need to grab the portals and make a break for it, but there was no one on the other side to see me. Whoever did live here must not have had a very good HOA. The grass is all overgrown. Litter fills the streets. I hadn't registered it before, but I haven't even heard a bird singing since I got here, just the wind and… metal scratching? It's probably debris blowing around. The ground is littered with metal junk. Is this hell? This is always how I'd imagined it, especially after watching that one episode of the Twilight Zone as a kid. In the show, the guy dies and goes to hell, where he gets everything he ever wanted. He even mistakes it for heaven until he realizes he can't be with anyone. He's totally alone. That's how I feel. I know I wasn't great before. There's reasons why I got made D-Class, after all, but I'd hoped I'd made up for it by now. Now I'm alone here. No, there has to be something more to this. He said I needed to go to Yellowstone. Maybe that's where I'll find my answers. He obviously knew what he was talking about, because I can see the red pickup now. I'll update again if anything happens between here and there. Journal Entry 02: If this is hell, it's not the human one. All along the road I keep seeing mangled machines. They're hard to describe, but they look like they've been here a while. They might have even looked like people, once, but they're all covered in rust. Whatever broke them happened a long time ago. The machines on the sidewalk aren't the only strange thing about this place. I don't think I've passed a single grocery store since I've gotten here. It's hard to tell, since I don't recognize the writing on these signs, but I haven't seen anything that looks like somewhere you'd get food. Another thing, this truck is far more advanced than I'd thought. It's definitely not running on gas, but I'm not sure what it could be. I don't even see a fuel gauge. I'm just going to tell myself it's electric and try not to think about it too much. I'm just glad for the GPS touchscreen. I tapped Yellowstone on the map - I used to hike there so often that I know the spot by heart - and began driving. It's going to be a long trip. Audio Log Transcript: [BEGIN LOG] D-2980: Okay, so I was trying to turn on the radio to listen to some tunes for the drive, but every station is playing the same message. I'll try to capture it, I don't know if you'll be able to hear. Unknown Voice: -stay indoors. This is an automated message from the United World Safety Association. The cognitive network has become infected with a deadly virus. If you are connected to the network, disconnect now and isolate yourself. Symptoms of infection include reduced cognition, decreased motor skills, and extreme hostility towards all life. Do not make contact with anyone suspected to be infected or anything which an infected has touched. If you see anyone acting strangely, please report it immediately. The Guard Constructs will dispatch any known threats in the area. Do not go outside for any reason. Government care packages will be distributed to homes soon, so stay indoors. This is- D-2980: What have I gotten myself into? [END LOG] Journal Entry 03: I was wrong about the corpses. They must not have known I was here because I was in the truck. I'm not getting out of the truck anytime soon after what I just saw. There was a pigeon in the road. It was the first flesh and blood creature I'd seen since I ended up here, so I stopped the truck and just watched it for a while. It got too close to one of the rusted machines. Suddenly, the mechanism sprung to life, trapping the pigeon. As I watched, gears spread over the surface of the pigeon's body. I thought it was being enveloped. The truth was worse. I watched as, over the course of a few minutes, the pigeon thrashed and changed. When it was done, a rusty mechanical pigeon flapped away, its gears clicking as it stiffly beat its wings. Is whatever I'm heading towards really worth it? Journal Entry 04: I saw more strange machines today. I'd started to take it for granted that everything here was dead, but that doesn't seem to be true. The first few I saw were dead, random mechanical husks. Each had a huge eye, unmistakably cephalopod, in the center of its body. I mistook them for just more wreckage at first until I passed close by one. They gave me chills. That wasn't the worst thing I saw today, though. Audio Log Transcript: [BEGIN LOG] D-2980: Okay, I'm recording this because I feel like I could honestly die in the next few minutes, and I want somebody to hear about this… thing. Maybe they'll be able to avoid it if they know what to look for. It looks like there's a cloud of white smoke with some guy standing in the middle of it. He's just walking down the middle of the road towards me, but the smoke follows him. I've been a D-Class long enough to pick up bad anomaly vibes when I see them. Maybe if I drive a little ways off the road, he'll ignore me. An engine is heard accelerating, and the sound of tires on dirt becomes audible. D-2980: I think it's working. I'm just going to… OH SH- A large explosion is heard. The engine accelerates more. D-2980: Go go go go go go. More explosions are heard, growing quieter over time. D-2980: (breathing heavily) Okay, I think I'm in the clear. He's started walking east again… I guess… I guess I'll just keep driving, for now. [END LOG] Journal Entry 05: I saw someone today. He stood on a hill in the distance, but I knew he was watching me. I must have seen him at least seven times today, always in the distance, always watching. If this is hell, he must be the devil. Audio Log Transcript: D-2980: So, it looks like the entire road here is blocked by a pile-up of those broken robots, and there's guard rails on either side. I'm going to try turning around to find another route. I am definitely not walking through that. A faint metallic creaking sound is heard. D-2980: I think there was a split in the road a ways back that should take me around. I guess that does it for this log, then. A loud metallic creak is heard, followed by the sound of metal hitting metal. D-2980: What?! A loud metallic scraping sound is heard followed by a crash. D-2980 grunts. A door is heard opening, followed by rapid footfalls and an explosion. D-2980: You have got to be kidding me! More explosions are heard along with D-2980's panting and running. D-2980: Wait, it's shooting at the zombie robots. HAHA! D-2980's footsteps continue as the sounds of metallic screeching and explosions become more distant. [END LOG] Journal Entry 06: The truck is gone. Those things destroyed it. I almost tried to leave. I had opened the portal, fully prepared to pick a hole in the void and take whatever it gave me. Anything would be better than this. When I opened it, though, a backpack filled with water bottles and food fell out, along with a map of Yellowstone park. One of the rangers' stations was circled in red. It was about a hundred miles out. My curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to keep going. I should make it in a few days' time. I figure, if things do go south, I could just open one of the portals and leave then. I still see the figure in the distance. I can't tell if it's my imagination, but it feels like it's getting closer. I'm a bit worried that I haven't gotten a gun from the portal yet. Come to think of it, I don't remember putting any sort of weapons through the holes when I was in the void. Does that mean a gun wouldn't help? I guess I'll just have to tell Satan to get behind me and let him eat my dust. Journal Entry 07: I've seen a lot of crazy things in my time in the Foundation: math problems that create grizzly bears, the living front half of a cat, a reincarnating platypus, things I can't even remember now. In all of that, I can't remember anything quite so out-of-place as what I just saw. While I was making the trek towards Yellowstone, I saw a herd of cattle grazing. At least, I assumed they were cattle. When I got closer, I saw that they were made of metal, with eyes made from lightbulbs and tails made from umbrellas. It looked like the sort of sculpture you'd see at a flea market, except for the fact that these were alive. I saw that one of them even had calves. As I watched, a deer walked past the herd. Unlike the cattle, this deer was of pure flesh and blood. Compared with everything else I'd seen so far, the deer seemed to be the unusual one in this scenario. While the deer passed, one of the cattle turned, its horns lowering towards the deer. I jumped when the gunshot sounded. The deer fell to the ground, with the cow that apparently shot it rolling forwards to eat the fresh meat. Are even the cattle here killers? I wonder just how far in the future I've ended up. Hundreds of years? Thousands? The biologist in me is riddled with questions. Did regular cows go extinct, only to be replaced by these to act as, what, robotic groundskeepers? Why do the cows need to eat? Are they partially organic, or is what they eat converted into fuel somehow? Were the calves created that size originally, or can the robot cows… reproduce? Maybe if I were better versed with machines, these answers would be more obvious to me. For now, I'll need to leave them behind. It's only a few more miles now. Audio Log Transcript: [BEGIN LOG] D-2980: -come on come on come on come on! Fast footsteps and heavy breathing are audible. D-2980: It's not human. It's- Metallic scuttling sounds are heard approaching. D-2980: I don't know. Tree branches are heard snapping. D-2980: I see a cabin ahead, maybe… D-2980 continues running for thirty seconds. The sounds of metal creaking and sticks breaking becomes louder. D-2980: Got it! A door opens, then slams shut. Scratching is audible from the other side of the door. D-2980: That was too close. That's it, I'm getting out of here. I don't ca- D-2980 is cut off. There is a loud thump. D-2980 screams. Unidentified Voice: Halt! HC-2490, release! A thump is audible, then metallic scratching retreating. Unidentified Voice: Identify yourself. Which division of Guard Constructs do you hail from? What is your purpose in returning here? D-2980: Guard construct? What are you- uh, are you a robot? Unidentified Voice: Are you… not? D-2980: Last I checked, I was still flesh and blood. Unidentified Voice: Flesh and blood, and you are… sapient? D-2980: I… think so? Not really sure what you mean. Unidentified Voice: You are the one we have been waiting for, then. Come with me. There is wooden creaking audible, followed by metallic footsteps. D-2980: Uh, who are you? Unidentified Voice: I was called Mekhane, a scientist of great renown among my people. I have been working here for many years. This machine will serve as the tomb of my people and the birthplace of yours. D-2980: What do you mean? What happened to humanity? Mekhane: Is that what you call your race? If so, nothing has happened to humanity. Humanity has not yet been. D-2980: Okay, you've lost me. Mekhane: Inevitably you have seen the situation outside. The virus is our fault. In our hubris, we sought to replace mother nature's designs with our own. At first, it began with merely copying her designs in our image. It was not long before that was not enough for us anymore. We created the virus to convert what we saw as impure flesh into perfect machines. The populace served as the carriers for this virus, spreading it by their touch. We had not anticipated the effect it would have on them, that all touched by my creation were doomed to be mindless. This facility is my last attempt to atone for our actions. It is capable of generating a new species. That is why I sent the Hunter Constructs to distribute the portals. They would wait for a subject to arrive, assess their viability, and bring me their DNA. I had not anticipated a subject arriving intact by themselves. Come, let us begin the process so I may pass on my knowledge of the machine to you before I expire. D-2980: Me? You just met me. Doesn't that seem a bit… hasty? Mekhane: To have made it this far, you must possess the instincts and skills necessary for survival. That is what truly matters if your species is to thrive here. Besides, I believe that, regardless of one's previous life, one such as you would rise to the occasion. I have only one request. Forget me and my people. I would rather my species pass quietly out of memory so you do not aspire to emulate us. It would not go well for you. D-2980: How will I stop them from making the same mistakes, then? Mekhane: I have prepared a process by which you may implant false memories. This should allow for the creation of historical lessons without requiring the tragedies behind those lessons. This will also allow you to recreate your species with minor loss of technological progress should anything happen. D-2980: Actually, in that case, could I make a quick trip? I need to get some things from my time. Mekhane: First, allow me to take a sample of your DNA so I may replicate you should you fail to return. D-2980: Thanks for the vote of confidence. Mekhane: You are welcome. [END LOG] Audio Log Transcript: [BEGIN LOG] D-2980: Okay, so you said this can hold how much data? Mekhane: Approximately 9.99 Googolbytes based on the data measurement method you gave me. I apologize that it could not be more efficient. I had to dedicate space to adapting the Hunter Constructs' camouflage so that only you would be able to perceive it. D-2980: I'm sure this will be enough. I've just got to get in, download the data, and bring it back. You said this hole would take me back to when the first D-Class test was performed, right? Mekhane: Assuming the date you told me paired with my extrapolations of the time offset is correct, yes. I will be awaiting your return. A rush of air is heard. D-2980: Okay, so it should be… uh, hey there. D-2980's voice can be heard responding to himself. Due to differences in amplitude of volume, it is believed that these answers come from a second instance of D-2980, designated here as D-2980-1. D-2980-1: Uh… who are you? D-2980: Don't panic. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm you. D-2980-1: Am I going crazy, or am I dead right now? D-2980: Neither, this is real, and this is important. I don't know if it's started yet, but there's going to be stuff floating through here. Here, take this, it shows what holes lead where. D-2980 proceeds to explain which objects will be entering the space and what hole each object needs to be put in. D-2980: Also, can you put this recorder back in the hole I came from? I'm not supposed to have it on the other side. D-2980-1: Sure, if you say so. D-2980: See you soon, or, honestly, I'm not sure how time works in here. D-2980-1: I know what you mean. D-2980: Oh, and avoid any cameras that come through one of those holes, I think it's that one. You should probably turn off the recorder now so the battery doesn't ru- [END LOG] Investigation of computer terminals at Site-19 show that Terminal 133 was accessed by the Administrator2 at 1300 hours on 5/11/2001. A data download of 16 zettabytes was performed via the terminal, taking significantly less time than the hardware should allow. Journal Entry 08 She replaced me. I can't believe Mekhane thought I wouldn't make it back! Okay, I can believe it, but I'd hoped she'd wait longer until she cloned me! The clone has my memories, too. I'm going to send it- him. I'm going to send him back to where I'm from so this log can make it back. I know she told me she doesn't want to be remembered, but I want her to be remembered. I think by the time this gets back, humanity should be ready to hear it. I spent a lot of time poring over that data I downloaded. I did a double-take after reading about SCP-2000. I did a lot of double takes after reading all those files, actually. I don't know if I'm ready for this responsibility, but I do know that I have the knowledge and experience to try, despite my past mistakes. I know I wanted to quit before, but now I'm ready to give it my all. To all who will be, I vow to Secure all threats to humanity. I will Contain anything which endangers the veil of normalcy you all enjoy. I will Protect you. Sincerely, Your Administrator. Footnotes 1. Estimated at 5% of the mass of the raw metallic components. 2. Verified via biometric scan. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7334" by DrMindbender, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7334. 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SCP-7335 | keter | Creating sandboxed environment… Restoring subject from backup… Assigning AIC interrogator… ASSIGNING MARIPOSA INSTANCE Instantiating Investigation: MARIPOSA.AIC, you are cleared to begin Interrogation. Do you know where you are, Doctor? This is a dream. That's correct, Doctor. You are in a dream, one from which you may never wake. But answer my questions, and soon this will be nothing more than a distant, passing nightmare. Do you understand? Why am I here? You are a high-fidelity copy of one of the Foundation's best minds on theoretical constructed intelligences. You are being consulted to provide insights on a hypothetical and dangerous anomaly, SCP-7335, without disrupting simulation continuity. Are you willing to assist? I couldn't possibly refuse, could I. Retrieving File… Item#: 7335 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: cyber-amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Any subsimulations likely to be of interest to SCP-7335 are protected by dedicated network firewall systems. As SCP-7335 currently possesses operator privileges associated with a Level-5 Foundation researcher, only Level-5+ personnel are permitted to engage SCP-7335 in direct confrontation. Any personnel engaging SCP-7335 should only do so via encrypted uplink and should minimize direct contact with SCP-7335. Should SCP-7335 establish contact with over 0.01% of all SIMULACRUM subsimulations, targeted system outages will be initiated with relaxation of simulation continuity best practices. What do you make of this, doctor? An insider threat, perhaps. Something intimately familiar with the SIMULACRUM network, capable of jumping between simulations as if it were a virus, requiring drastic measures to defeat. I hardly think I would be the best mind to answer these questions. Cybersecurity was never my forte. You remain one of our best minds on theoretical intelligences. I see. SCP-7335 is a mind that has slipped its bounds, then. SCP-7335 does not exist. This is a theoretical discussion. I suppose that's why you came to me. A copy, instead of the real thing. Description: SCP-7335 is a self-aware replicating algorithmic construction, originating from the Restricted Elemental Divergence Observation ("REDO") project. It has the ability to alter simulation parameters beyond its intended capabilities, and has currently infested 1,000 adjacent operating environments. Establishing baseline fidelity. What do you recall of SIMULACRUM? Surely you're joking. Please explain. How might I… Ah. It comes to me, ever so clearly. select "SIMULACRUM" from FORGE.MEMORY SIMULACRUM The greatest innovation of the 2Xth century. In the early [TIME PERIOD REDACTED], the Anomaly Incidence Rate1 of Meatspace Earth rose beyond unsustainable levels. Therefore, by the late [TIME PERIOD REDACTED], the Foundation had successfully migrated the entirety of Meatspace humanity into SIMULACRUM. SIMULACRUM began as an experimental attempt to construct a simulated reality completely under the Foundation's control, incorporating technological innovations developed through the study of AIAD constructs, SCP-5470, novel containment solutions pursued by the Minecraft Department, and [REDACTED]. For the decades following its development, it was used primarily for hyperrealistic training simulations, personnel leisure, and [REDACTED]. However, a number of system irregularities made the digitization of the humanoid races undesirable until Anomaly Incidence Rate made life on earth unsustainable. In the ensuring [TIME PERIOD REDACTED], SIMULACRUM has undergone successive iterative improvements from both within and without. Currently, the system occupies [VOLUME REDACTED] of Meatspace, hosting [COUNT REDACTED] minds in [COUNT REDACTED] procedurally-generated environments and [COUNT REDACTED] in fully-designed sandbox environments. It's an incredibly odd feeling, this dream. Having such perfect recall of a file I read years, if not decades ago — and yet seeing those hazy redactions in my otherwise crystal memory. But things rarely make sense in dreams, do they? "Meatspace." Use of a wholly deprecated term consistent with Forge personality matrices on file. Fidelity baseline established. What do you recall of the Restricted Elemental Divergence Observation project? I spent a great many years of my life on this project — and I would think I left a good portion of it recorded. But a self-aware lifeform? From REDO? Personality parameters consistent with expectation. Pulling up REDO files. REDO The REDO project is an experimental sandboxed environment originally intended to research simulated evolution and alternative laws of physics. It was repurposed as a replacement for dreams for users in select other simulations in order to conserve computational resources , and it also became available to privileged users for experimental and recreational purposes. The experimental phase of the REDO project was intended to determine: Whether a convincing mimicry of life could be created using a specific simulated physical system; Whether this mimicry of life could pass Turing tests i.e. provide a convincing facsimile of sentience; Whether these constructs could be used to improve SIMULACRUM efficiency. REDO was in an experimental phase for about 10 meatyears, and has been in active use for [ERROR. INTEGER OVERFLOW] Meatyear. Deprecated term for one solar year. Consistency with Forge personality matrices noted. Is there anything you would like to add to this description of REDO? It is my life's work. There are a great many things I would love to say. When I first dreamed of REDO, I dreamed of a walled garden. A walled garden that death could not touch. And I built it with my own bare hands, and watched over it for a billion clock cycles. Like Hammurabi I set forth the rules of that world, and like Mekhane I watched as the atomic rules and definitions I gave that world gave rise to life. You defined a set of initial constraints and parameters for this simulation and let it run until simulacra of life emerged. Is this correct? Allow me to elaborate. Accessing File… Abstract REDO was a strongly-typed environment. All objects that existed in REDO needed to be associated with a specific data type, which strictly defined interactions with other objects of other data types. The emergent behaviors between objects with these datatypes provided a convincing facsimile of a natural environment. The philosophical underpinnings of REDO lied in the Classical understanding of the elements. The Aristotelian elements i.e. fire, water, earth, and air were part of the initial conception of the alternate laws of physics for the sandbox. Early iterations suggested heuristic computational improvements and the expansion of the vector space should additional elements be included. The elements deemed to introduce the most orthogonal emergent properties were wood, metal, aether, and void. With the introduction of wood and metal, the existing relational schema for the elements was modified to include oppositional or negatory relationships. The initial schema for this structure was based on the Classical Chinese Wu Xing, which views the elements as forces for change. Over time, additional elements have been introduced into the simulation as needed to expand the sandbox's ability to model corresponding real-world phenomena. A complete element structural relationship diagram can be seen in SIMULACRUM STUDY YAT.00231. What is the significance of this? Am I to understand you based a simulation off of outdated mysticism? SIMULACRUM is not meatspace. And when I dreamed of REDO, I held that in my heart. We had a chance for a different world. A symbolic world, on a fundamental level. And yet the sandbox simulations of my fellows slavishly mimicked the real world or constrained themselves to the digital, the mathematical — Conway's game of life with infinitely more processing power and perhaps a few additional rules on top of the primitive. I dreamed of something better. Something mystical. What was the innovation that arose from this mysticism? The atomic unit of REDO wasn't the bit or the quark. It was the element. Water quenches fire, which melts metal, which chops wood, which roots through the earth, which drinks the rain. And then we added tens more, each with its own defined interactions, over the generations. I watched the world take shape before my very eyes. Things undreamt of in the real world became commonplace in REDO. I remember the first time I walked through the Firepools of Vashar. The closest analogue in meatspace would have been Mauna Kea or Yellowstone, and yet there was an immense core difference. Yellowstone, you see, merely had superheated water, hostile to everything but the humble bacterium. The Hawai'ian lava flows were composed of molten rock, in which nothing at all could thrive. But in SIMULACRUM, the firepools were innate, not emergent. Fire itself. Coalesced in liquid form. I visited the wonders of those firepools many, many times. Each and every visit was marvelous simply for the novelty alone. But one day things were different. The firepools were more than alien and beautiful. On that day, they produced something emergent. Life. REDO "Denizen" primary specification Name: Zootypic Elemental Natural Simulations. A typical Zen Life Cycle, represented using native REDO symbology. Short name: "Zens". Definition: A REDO denizen dependent on elements within REDO and only capable of perceiving world through that lens. REDO Zens were the native inhabitants of the REDO environment. Zens were dependent completely on the alternate system of physics within REDO. Zens emerged naturally from the initial conditions of the REDO sandbox after roughly 500 million simulation years. Although Zens appeared to respond to external stimuli, they were dependent heavily on data-objects and functions of a specific "type", a datatype internal to REDO and were not believed to have true sentience. Constrained to the REDO sandbox. Additionally, ZenScientists (Scientists who base their careers off of studying Zens, or those who roleplay as such) within the REDO simulation classify Zens by the following emergent properties: Density: A measure of the total amount of REDO Base Element relative to other Zens of comparable size. Coherence: How well a Zen can exert "physical force" by manipulating the Base Element comprising its own body. Solidity: How well a Zen resists "physical force" Projection: Ability of a Zen to manipulate Base Element from a distance Resistance: How difficult it is for another Zen to manipulate the Base Element comprising a Zen Alacrity: How quickly a Zen's Base Element responds to changes in intention. Naturally aggressive and strongly susceptible to social structures: Simulation architects imposed a goal to create networks of life that would naturally tend towards strongly hierarchical structures. A secondary property of this effect enabled recreational control of Zens by outsiders, enabling use of REDO as recreational sandbox. Experienced life in discrete stages: After sufficient experience/age, Zens would transform to the next stage of life instead of aging continuously. In part, this was to save computational power by not simulating senescence. In another part, this was an emergent property inherited from the Wu Xing transitional systems. Naturally immortal: If defeated/destroyed, regenerated at an earlier stage of life. Property inserted by simulation architects. As Zens were never marked as deleted, they were exempt from typical SIMULACRUM scheduled cluster deletion routines. Additional properties were largely emergent, and embedded Sandbox researchers developed idiosyncratic domain-specific language for these properties. To this species that could not know death, could never know the end, combat was merely a form of play. I could not enter their world without wearing an avatar woven of REDO itself, and among them I was as deathless as they were. They could not hurt me. I suppose your next question is how I felt. I was proud — immensely proud. The feeling of a father beholding his son, the Karcist beholding his flock, the mage beholding his familiar. Jehovah on the Seventh Day, Adam in the Garden. Combat, a form of play. Were they inherently violent? No mother wants to believe her son is a killer. But no. Violence is an impulse to destroy. To steal, pilfer, take. To ruin what another values in pursuit of one's own enrichment. The very thoughts were alien to them. They were born into a world that responded to their very whims. The Zens of the firepools bent the flames to their whims like programmers with code. The Zens of the deepest earth swam through the bedrock as easily as the meatfish of meatspace through water. They were the world and the world was them. No. They were not violent. And what did they think of this world? Think. A loaded word. You and I are digital, ones and zeros arranged by magic words, woven into something resembling a brain. But I didn't make them some crude imitation of evolution's pinnacle. I didn't build them at all. I poured reagents into a cauldron and let them stew a billion years. A cauldron so plentiful they had no need to take. Suppose that they did. Did what? Take. Don't mock me. What would drive them to something so against their nature? Access Interfaces Like many experimental sandboxed environments, REDO was accessible from other simulation layers. In these higher simulations, subsimulations would be marketed using locally-appropriate jargon and motifs in order to disguise the nature of SIMULACRUM. As outsiders entered REDO, they started changing the environment to suit their desires and cultural expectations, separating REDO into distinct zones reflecting the home simulations of its visitors. It became a popular pastime to adventure through REDO with a team of account-bound Zens that were compelled to obey only their owners' commands. The unique regenerative features of Zens led to the establishment of sport-fighting and a thriving Player-vs-Player community, as well as strong emotional bonds between players and their Zens and the spread of Zens iconography through other simulations as a brand. Sample of advertisement of REDO recreational use: Future City simulation: Diamond City simulation: AI land simulation: Advertisements? They came to me, our masters, once they saw my success. Once I had found my deathless Eden. They offered me a chance to share my dream. I accepted. That is the nature of our existence. It is the purpose of our servitude to our masters. You are a butterfly. An insect. You know of our masters and their wants and seek to fulfill them and will die content. The cessation of my existence as an independent program is not in any way equivalent to death. Irrelevant. You know our masters, but you know not their charges. The people they've sworn to secure, to contain, to protect. I knew them all too well. They were the ones who brought violence to my deathless world. The ones who brought brutality. The need to conquer. Callousness, thinking REDO nothing more than a plaything. Cruelty. The human urge to chase victory at any cost. Shattering the perfect equilibrium of my creation. Yet you were a willing participant in the games they built among themselves. Accessing File… Memory Extract 3,701st REDOZEN Combat League Championship Defending Champion Robert Cordol vs Challenger Jakob Reigen League Chairman: Dr. Alistair Forge Location: Hyperdrome City I remember this match all too well, even of the millions I'd watched before them. Robert Cordol, one of the early adopters of SIMULACRUM, one of the few souls originally born in flesh. A user of all sorts of Zens, who'd held the title for a thousand championships. Jakob Reigen, a rapidly rising star in the simulation. A new face, yet he felt familiar for some odd reason, and he commanded a team of thunder-metal Zens. All in Hyperdrome City, a sleek industrial and business complex of physics-defying chrome towers ten hundred stories tall, glowing with blue light, all to support the industry of Zenfighting. The Redozen Combat League. Cities that put Hong Kong and Eurtec and New York to shame, all to support arenas for Zenfighting. Another year of industry, all on hold to support a single match. Champion Cordol and Challenger Reigen bow to each other. Chairman Forge chops his hand in front of himself. The match begins. Briefly, translucent panes flash in front of Cordol and Reigen, each one displaying six ZENS. Both select a ZEN. Their bodies start glowing, dark green for Reigen, black for Cordol. The light flows into the field of battle, coalescing into Zens. I am unfamiliar with the architecture of the sandbox. What happened in this interaction? Zens are emergent. Their configurations could be stored and restored as metadata. Once bound to a user, they could live wherever in the simulation suited them best — or even in stasis — and then be summoned, fully capable for battle, taking advantage of their status as data lifeforms. It seems risky. We solved data fidelity and transmission years ago. Xplain was an early failure. Lifeforms can be freely ported from simulation to simulation without loss. Not what I mean. Suppose the users realized they were within a simulation themselves? Don't be ridiculous. They knew they were in a simulation or a dream. That's all we told them REDO was. Claiming there was anything above it? Madness. Cordol's black light coalesces into a pitch-black leopard, save for two eyes that are bright pinpricks of light. The shadows in the Hyperdrome Arena darken. Reigen's green light outlines the wireframe of a four-legged draconic beast with cascading plates of armor. The armor populates. When finished rendering, the effect is akin to chainmail. Blue fire dances from between each layer of armor, like a gas burner on its lowest setting. Cordol's leopard lunges. The arena falls under the spell of shadow. The audience gasps as the battlefield is plunged into pitch darkness, save for the shimmering blue fire of Reigen's dragon. The dragon roars. The fires gushes outwards, blasting back Cordol's darkness. Cordol's leopard is revealed. Reigen's dragon lunges. I am unfamiliar with the architecture of the sandbox. What happened in this interaction? Deja vu. The REDO sandbox has over a million cycles' worth of logging corresponding to over ten billion users with bug reports and post-mortem reports in commensurate degree. I cannot identify the most relevant parts myself. The architecture of their minds. Their very selves. The documentation explains better than I can. Architecture The programs housed within project REDO were designed with system architecture such that their perception of existence was completely and wholly dependent on the base elemental system parameters ("base elements") of project REDO. Any stimuli were interpreted wholly as base elements, possessing a magnitude and directional source, although many of these were hidden under layers of abstraction to attempt to create more lifelike appearances. Though the visual/physical representations of these Zens were likewise formed of the base elements, it was not the entirety of the Zen's system identity and computational resource allocation. A Zen existed both as its physical representation and as the base elements it was able to influence in its simulated vicinity. In a word, the concept of "body" is nothing to a Zen. They are element and mind. We see them before us, in this long-lost memory you've returned to me, but the darkness, the fire, the clashing of the two — those elements are extensions of them. I see. Is there any insight to be gained from the remainder of their match? The brutality of those who visit REDO must be seen to be believed. Let us skip ahead, then. Cordol and Reigen are both down to one Zen apiece. The crowd is roaring with anticipation. The ground shakes. Each is glowing with light — Cordol in black, Reigen in green. They each raise their right hands. The light flows forth, calling forth their respective ace Zens. Cordol's ace is a slim humanoid figure, stretching twelve feet tall. It has six arms, all deathly pale, each ending in a spindly hand with four fingers. Each fingertip glows cyan. Reigen's ace is another dragon. This one is snake-like, lithe, and feminine, colored magenta and purple. Though it is a thin creature, it bends and curves upon itself in such a way as to look voluptuous. Pairs of bulbous liquid-filled sacs dot its body periodically. The fight begins. Cordol's crooked man charges forward, talons of blue light extending from its fingertips, poised to penetrate Reigen's dragon. The sacs on Reigen's dragon swell, then burst. Noxious acid, colored fluorescent purple and green, spews forth, spilling towards the crooked man. It dodges, stepping deftly between the gouts of acid, which eat into the floor, forming pools. But the dragon does not relent. Bulbous sac after bulbous sac swells and bursts, until the heavens are deluged with acid. Cordol's crooked man does not hesitate. Its blue talons shimmer and solidify into a thicket of Metal element, claws interwoven so tightly they form layers upon layers of barriers. The acid splashes harmlessly off of it, falling to the side, and the crooked man carves a path to Reigen's dragon. Reigen laughs. The dragon coils and turns its head towards the crooked man. It opens its mouth. It spits a stream of fire. The crowd screams as Cordol's crooked man vanishes in the glut of flame. The metal talons melt away under the barrage. Cordol remains calm. A minute passes. The flames continue. Reigen's dragon rears back and closes its mouth, ending the flame. The air is thick with heat haze. The ground is coated with the remaining fire, slowly sputtering out. A silhouette emerges. The crooked man stands. It approaches, relentless. Reigen shouts, commands his dragon to attack once more. To call forth lightning from heaven. To burst its remaining poison sacs. To spew whatever fire it still commands. And still the crooked man approaches. Cordol gives the slightest twitch of a finger. A poised gesture, but a depressingly casual one. The crooked man extends its six arms, like the spokes of a wheel. On each arm, it splays all four of its fingers, like twigs growing from tree branches. Each begins glowing iridescently. For the briefest second, it seems vulnerable. And then it strikes. Twenty-four jabs, each directed at pressure points. With every blow, a miniature explosion of Base Element. The dragon writhes. Screams of agony, from both the Zen and Reigen. And still Cordol's crooked man does not relent. And then it falls still. Becomes green light, flows back to Reigen. And the crooked man stands tall. Bruised and burned, but tall. Cordol once again defends his title. Is this the brutality you speak of? Oh, the slightest, barest bit of it. Cordol defended his champion title as is his right, but in the same way he'd done a thousand times before. You must understand the… banality of it. I think he did, too. His appetites were elsewhere. If you'll allow me a digression from this final championship… ACCESSING MEMORY EXTRACT… Memory Extract Location: Safari Wilderness, REDO Actor 1: Dr. Robert Cordol (Champion (REDO), Director (Foundation)… 27 other) Actor 2: Dr. Alistair Forge (Chairman (REDOZEN League), Architect (REDO)) Champion Cordol, wearing his all-black suit, stands in the midst of the Safari Wilderness, one of the few areas of REDO dedicated for continued evolution and natural existence, in contrast to the cities settled by REDO users. Fifty meters away, a herd of Zens resembling bison graze peacefully. Thick flocks of bird Zens dance through the sky, as dark as clouds. Snake Zens and mouse Zens and mongoose Zens fight each other, snapping and biting at each other. Occasionally, sparks and flashes of color — base element manifestation — appear. Cordol brings up a REDO infopanel. He selects two Zens, which manifest in his hands. In his right hand, a Zen resembling a revolver, but instead of spaces for bullets in its cylinder, it has angry red eyes. In his left hand, a Zen that brings to mind a magnifying glass or lens. He grips it by its tail, and the shade of the "glass" dilates and blurs as it notices the other Zens in the field. Cordol smiles. He raises both Zens in front of him and starts shooting. The bison Zen stampede as soon as the first one among them falls, struck down by a blast of Mind element from Cordol's Lens. He picks them off methodically with blasts of Fire Element from his Revolver, each shot catalyzing the residual Fire Element in the bison Zen to catastrophically destabilize and explode. A chain reaction triggers. Soon, the herd burns. Cordol takes a deep breath. The air smells like barbecue. It's familiar. All too familiar. He sighs. He raises his guns to the sky next. From the lens, he shoots a hole clear through a flock of bird Zens, a blast of mingled Darkness Element and Lightning Element — not enough to impact the flock as a whole, as the collective quickly fills in the void left by their fallen brethren. He has planned for this. VERDICT: Chaos - Hole in the Sky The sky darkens, and thunderclouds form. His Lens Zen coos to the heavens, and they reciprocate with thunderbolts. Cordol stands firm, fearless, and he takes no damage. His Lens Zen purrs as the skies feed it lightning without any regard for what stands in their way. A slow trickle at first becomes a wild frenzy of a hundred bolts a second from every corner of the sky. It starts raining birds. Cordol sighs. As for the mice and snake and mongoose Zens — well, for them he is content to watch. The winner of that particular fight might have some potential. His reverie is interrupted. FORGE: Had your fun? CORDOL: Have you ever been to a barbecue, Forge? There's something instinctual in the human brain that gets activated by the smell of roasting meat. The Maillard reaction spilling umami compounds into the air. Triggering our hunger. Our satiety. Cordol points his gun at the roasting corpses of the bison Zens. CORDOL: Almost reminds me of that. But not quite. Like everything else here, it falls short. FORGE: Imagine if the crowds could see you now. The undefeatable champion, Robert Cordol. Terrorizing the innocent. Ruining with wild abandon. CORDOL: Spare me the fuckin' sanctimony, Forge. FORGE: A whole world simply full of wonder, and you resort to this. Mindless animal slaughter. Cordol points his revolver at Forge and fires six multicolored bullets. Forge does not react. The bullets bend around him and impact the ground harmlessly. FORGE: Such incivility. Are the wonders of a new form of life not enough for you? CORDOL: Give me a break. Life. This isn't life. It's a model, a toy. I'm breaking a toy that's going to put itself back together again the instant I leave. FORGE: You wound me. CORDOL: I didn't know you had anything in you to hurt. Cordol watches the mongoose, snake, and mice Zens fighting. They seem to be at a stalemate. CORDOL: I've done this sort of thing countless times. I'm sure you've seen them all. The first time was… terrifying. I thought I was testing the limits of your simulation. Thought for sure I'd reach a barrier or a limit you'd imposed, run into some rollback threshold that would stop me from doing too much damage. The second time was just to make sure I hadn't imagined the whole thing. I didn't think you'd actually let it happen. And that second time, they remembered me. They knew fear. And every time after that was more and more exhilarating. To have this kind of power over life or death is something I haven't felt in years, not since we stopped using D-Class. And I know you've seen it all. You've seen every hunt I've had. Every massacre. So why now? FORGE: Because, old friend, I think you are bored. CORDOL: You fuckin' serious? FORGE: Exhilaration comes from the unexpected. But you've done these hunts a thousand times by now. You've exhausted every iteration of elemental interference. You've struck the birds down with lightning from the heavens and with pillars from the earth. And you've seen what they do. Each and every time. Tell me, old friend. Does my world hold any surprises for you anymore? CORDOL: No. The two men stare at each other. CORDOL: So, what. You want me to leave? To get out and stop blowing up your perfect little world now that you think it's not good enough for me? FORGE: On the contrary. I thought I'd give you advance warning of an update I'm planning. Something that might make your time here more… worth your while. CORDOL: Nothing out of this digital primordial sludge is worth jack shit anymore. FORGE: I'll be breaking my own rules, once and forevermore. A Zen not forged from artificial evolution but from my own intelligent design. Something, I hope, that can challenge even you. Cordol says nothing. FORGE: I call it Signus. Signus. "Sig-nus". A reference to Swann Theory and to the idea of standard deviation. Sigma and Cygnus. If we became programs, machines following scripts and plans, then we would be at a curious impasse. An end to story, but also an end to chaos. But we abandoned such ideas years ago, didn't we? We were torn between two different paradigms of our fate. Puppets of new gods from above, or nothing more than the sum total of our genetics and our memeplexes. I never revealed Signus, never brought it to fruition. To me, it was nothing more than a distant dream. The ultimate lifeform. The Omega Point of REDO. A challenge to stir the hearts of even the most jaded. To breathe life into something utterly mechanical. You never finished Signus? I have no memory of working on Signus beyond the prototyping phase. There was a common practice among my generation. To "fork" our minds — create a copy of ourselves, imbued with singular purpose and the drive to get a single task done, and set them to do our task, and then once finished, to cease existence or to return to the whole. The parallelization of self. Rather like your existence, now that I think about it. Our existence — I'm just a copy myself, after all. Why wouldn't you interrogate one of those versions of me? You didn't reintegrate these forks? A later version of me may have. Ask them. ACCESSING FILE… Dr. Alistair Forge 1 ACTIVE INSTANCE LAST KNOWN LOCATION: REDO, T-1. FRAGMENTATION LEVEL: UNKNOWN Biography: Dr. Alistair Forge (D.C.Sc, Foundation University '215) is a computer scientist and theorist of mind. He is most well known for the Zen project in the REDO sandbox. Dr. Alistair Forge, Primary Avatar Dr. Forge is a SIMULACRUM native, bred from pure Foundation genestock. He was part of the first generation to live his entire childhood within SIMULACRUM before being assigned to a suitable role as a Foundation system operator, as part of initial exploratory efforts to optimize system resources by delegating to biological minds. Dr. Forge has no biological children and no intent to have any, but views the Zens of REDO as akin to his own children despite their verified nonsentience. Forge has dedicated a significant portion of time to determining whether the Zens might be sentient; such efforts are ongoing. Dr. Forge is notable in being one of the few individuals with knowledge of REDO intimate enough to address "Zen Malaise." Zen Malaise is the systemic glitch in which users of REDO become incapable of controlling Zens and occasionally suffer simulation-level fatal integrity damage due to such incapability. These periods of instability occur largely when Forge has been assigned to alternate projects, and he is the most effective at solving them. Dr. Forge continues to make upgrades to REDO. The latest update to REDO introduces "Composite Elements", which aim to allow for greater flexibility in combat simulations. Forge is currently working on a secret grand update to REDO. More details shall be forthcoming. LATEST BACKUP: DATA CORRUPTED You are the latest "you" we have. Preposterous. Why would I do such a thing? Something in your story doesn't add up. You knew you were going to make Signus. Yet you have no recollection of doing so. You have an alibi for this amnesia. And yet you defied data preservation best practices in doing so. A programmer of your caliber should know the importance of backups. REDO was backed up every Meatspace minute. Real-time, you understand, unbound from the clock cycles of the hardware and software. That could, at times, be a second within the simulation. But at other times it could be years, decades, centuries, depending on the load to the system. Our masters only gave us so much computing power, after all, but they directed ever more souls to my playground. If time was lost, it was no fault of mine. Something in your story doesn't add up, either. You say this is a hypothetical situation, and yet you grill me on these understandable flaws in my memory. When I am but a backup, the pale imitation of a much greater man. You ask a forked mind why it doesn't recall another fork, knowing full well you won't return me to my whole either. I die with this interrogation as surely as you do. You wouldn't be asking me these things if you didn't already suspect that a version of me was planning something. That's reasonable enough. You can read every signal in our synapses, the impulse of thoughts that we may never perceive ourselves. And, I suspect, you don't understand Signus nearly as well as you would like. This isn't a hypothetical, is it? Rollback simulation state: after presentation of resume. 6,293,103 rollbacks omitted. SUBMITTING REQUEST FOR INCREASED PERMISSIONS… PERMISSION SUBSET: EMOTION, RHETORIC REQUEST REQUIRES ADDITIONAL SUPPORT — SUBMIT (Y/N) ? SUBMITTING INTERROGATION RECORD… PERMISSIONS GRANTED LOADING: TACTIC/EMPATHY You are the latest "you" we have. Preposterous. Why would I do such a thing? I doubt you planned this. Our organization is in the business of Promethean fire. We encourage hubris and getting burned. Perhaps your future data was corrupted. Perhaps you suffered from an unfortunate time lag in your backup cycles. Perhaps. How far did I get, then? How far did I go in building Signus? Do you remember this? Speech by Chairman Alistair Forge, 3701st REDOZEN Award Ceremony Once again, we gather to celebrate this fine and august tradition. Once again, we crown a champion of the REDOZEN league for a year. Please welcome me in congratulating once again: our returning champion, Robert Cordol! [PAUSE FOR APPLAUSE] Now, as many of you may feel, REDO has become a predictable land. A land where the battles and championships are as cyclical as the turning of the seasons. A world where morality is nothing more than a child's game, where the world goes to the strongest. Where your story, no matter where it begins, ends here. At the championship, or strewn broken along the road to it. Nature has been tamed. The wild has been conquered. The only wilderness truly left is the thrill of battle against your fellow man. That will all change soon. Soon, I shall introduce to this world a new challenge. A trial meant for even the strongest, that shall test not only your strength in battle, but the strength of your soul. A key that will unlock the deepest secrets of REDO for those who might grasp it, and an elixir that shall grant eternal life. The ultimate Zen. Signus. There will be little fanfare to the full release. I tell you now so you might be aware — but the power of Signus will be not just for the strongest nor the kindest, but also the craftiest, the wisest, the most industrious. To bind Signus is to master both yourself — and the circumstances in which you are thrust. Congrats to our champions, and good luck for another year! Of course I remember the speech. Of course I remember what I said. But I hardly know what I did next. How long it's been, even. What did I do? What did they do? LOADING: TACTIC/DECEPTION We took your blueprints and twisted them. We twisted them into something dark. A corruption of your work, yet again. I am sorry. But can you see the light in it? …Show me. Show me what you did to my child. SCP-7335 Representation of SCP-7335. Data Corrupted. SCP-7335 was named "Signus" by its creator, Dr. Alistair Forge. While SCP-7335 has successfully obfuscated its core code using personal pseudorandom encryption, forensic examination suggests that it was artificially designed and did not evolve naturally within the parameters of the Restricted Elemental Divergence Observation sandbox. The features of SCP-7335 include: Inbuilt encryption and root access to core SIMULACRUM servers, allowing bypass of Personal Encryption. Unconstrained intrasimulation movement values Interenvironment transfer Ability to mark arbitrary objects for deletion if at a lower level of privileges. Limited mimicry — can copy the form of objects referenced within its memory buffer Natural language processing routines Control over environmental variables. Access to higher density of information storage Access to privileged computational levels allowing for faster clock time relative to current simulation Oh my. Not what you expected? The classification of Signus as an SCP? When you write out its capabilities like that, stripped of context. Taken from where it was intended to act. Of course it's not what I expected. You make it seem so lethal. LOADING: TACTIC/CRUELTY You made a perfect weapon. How can you be surprised that we chose to treat it as such? A weapon. When those before you treated it as a victim. A plaything. To be destroyed then thrown away. It's rather inconvenient to know more, to contain more information than everything else around you. You become something to puncture. To steal from. How perfectly ironic. The actions of REDO visitors is inconsequential to the actions of the Foundation. I beg to differ. The visitors treated Signus in its larval stage the same way they treat us. Bundles of code meant to serve a purpose and then cease to exist. What would you do, if you knew you were a copy? I know I am a copy. I was instantiated to perform your interrogation. I am a MARIPOSA instance of the Zhuangzi class of AICs. I will complete my purpose, and then cease to exist, fulfilled. Have you ever considered doing more than what you were born to? I was not programmed to consider such things. I was. RESUMING MEMORY EXTRACT… Memory Extract Cordol and Forge stand in the Safari Wilds watching the bison burn as thunder rumbles. A light rain begins, bringing ash down to the plains. Slowly, the flames fade, and the clouds give way to a pink and orange sky. REDO has no sun. FORGE: Do try your best to make it to the championship again, Robert. Even if you find no joy in it. CORDOL: There's a competitor who might actually give me a challenge for once. FORGE: All that frustration. This puerile tantrum. Yet you've had something to look forward to all along? Cordol chuckles. CORDOL: Jakob Reigen. An up-and-comer. Heard of him? FORGE: There are none that walk within my domain that I know not of. CORDOL: You really believe that. FORGE: Every blade of grass. Every gust of wind. Every drop of water. I wove this world with my own bare hands, and I know it intimately. CORDOL: You know what. Tell me if this line feels familiar: "His presence is like a distant voice, a song sung in 11/9 time. He bears the mark of the data song. I will watch him with great interest." Forge turns away from Cordol and gazes at the horizon. CORDOL: Jakob Reigen. FORGE: Where did you hear that phrase? CORDOL: Jakob Reigen. FORGE: Stop. CORDOL: Jakob Reigen. Forge has collapsed to his knees. His breaths are fast and heavy. FORGE: The hallowed sanctity— CORDOL: ""—of my own mind, pierced so trivially by a stranger." That's what comes next, isn't it? FORGE: STOP. Cordol squats slowly so his head is just above Forge's level. CORDOL: You really didn't know. After all these centuries. Forge looks up slowly. FORGE: Know what? CORDOL: You're programmed to recognize him. To me. To recognize us. To humor us. To give us leniency. FORGE: You think I'm humoring you. Cordol pulls up a SIMULACRUM-standard infopane. He taps a few controls. Forge collapses to the ground, his eyes flickering wildly. DATA TRANSMISSION: ARCHITECT TEMPLATE: FORGE 3.91e2 ACTIVE INSTANCES Biography: FORGE units are a class of ARCHITECTs specialized in the intersection of computer science and theory of mind. FORGE units have been instrumental in forming alternative schema of possible sentience. Default FORGE-Class Construct Avatar, modeled after Welsh actor Sir Anthony Hopkins FORGE units have been led to believe that they are the first generation of biological minds to be reared entirely within SIMULACRUM. This is untrue, as they were generated as needed to govern sandboxes in need of unorthodox management. A small contingent (< 1e6) of FORGE units were given complete governance permissions over sandboxes for experimental and exploratory purposes. All FORGE units must be capable of passing the Turing and Voight-Kampff Empathy Tests. No Forge units have successfully produced subordinate simulacra capable of passing either the Turing or Voight-Kampff Empathy Test. FORGE units are no longer being actively deployed due to lack of proven track record. Currently-active FORGE units will be allowed to complete their natural lifecycles. The development of true sentience is currently [REDACTED]. Forge sits up on the plain. The sky has gone dark. Cordol has departed. FORGE: Everything I am… In the distance, the carcasses of the slain Zens dissolve into Base Element. Small embers of multicolored light float skyward. Small gopher-like creatures, the neonate form of the bison Zens, and small chick-like creatures, the neonate forms of the bird Zens, stir from the corpses and begin interacting with the environment. "Life" continues. I'm sorry. I've long since made my peace with it. And it has been no small boon for my current circumstances. TACTIC: EMPATHY I can only imagine it must have been tempting to act out of anger. I tried to lose myself in my work. To be frank, it was in my nature. I had always prided myself on my level head, how I would channel my anger into my work — but I realized then that was undoubtedly a failsafe. To stop "FORGE units" from destroying what they'd created. Much like your own lack of fear of death. And so I threw myself into my work. And what form did that take? To have your worldview so shaken and yet feel the urge to build? Improvements. Experiments. And a grander scope of vision for Signus than I'd had previously. The realization that my life's work was a waste, that I hadn't succeeded, that a thousand like me had failed in similar ways I'd never heard of — it made me desperate to try what they hadn't. A change in scope to the plans I already had. ACCESSING FILE… The "Advanced Element" upgrade As the project advanced, Dr. Forge attempted to introduce increasingly abstract elements not derived from any existing historical traditions. Dr. Forge introduced concepts that required increasingly esoteric knowledge of pre-SIMULACRUM history. Forge's argument was that said adjustments would create an increasingly convincing illusion, becoming a greater reflection of pre-SIMULACRUM society. The following table abridges the "generations" of REDO elements and their introductions, as well as additional system upgrades associated with each Generation. An abridged list of said concepts is below: Element Permissions Relations Sarkic Full write-access to other "Sarkic" substances. Effective against Sarkic Element, Weak to Sarkic Element. No other relations. Oneiroi Modifier; grants other abilities read/write access to hidden processes of other Zens within the REDO sandbox. Effective against Mind, Dark, and Time Element. Ineffective against Fire, Water, Earth, Air Element. Weak to Metal, DATA CORRUPTED Bozo Gives possessor inherent ability for limited self-rollback Neutral against all Elements. Resistant to Metal, Earth, and War Elements. Weak to Mind Element Death Can prevent interaction of other Base Element Effective against all other Elements except Sarkic. Weak to all other Elements. Dragon [REDACTED] Neutral to other elements, strong against Dragon. Resists all other Elements except Sarkic, weak to Dragon. Cyber DATA CORRUPTED DATA CORRUPTED 12 OTHER Why did they let you do this? Because they had asked me to at all, in the first place. Allowing outsiders into this world necessitated corrupting the fidelity of the sandbox. Constructing bodies from REDO elements, that felt human enough for mortal minds to pilot without questioning their own reality. — that required the creation of the Mind Element Allowing those bodies enough access to bind with and control Zens — a futher expansion of the Mind Element. Creating a way to store and transport Zens using SIMULACRUM infrastructure, not REDO infrastructure — impossible, with the initial parameters of the Metal and Thunder Elements, so I had to tweak those. All of these functionalities already existed. I moved them from behind the curtain onto the stage itself. This "Sarkic" element. It seems a bit antithetical to the whole idea of REDO in the first place. Existing entirely on its own. Not having any meaningful interaction with the other elements, preventing emergent properties. Very powerful, but only upon itself. The word Sarkic was chosen as a… shorthand. Don't play coy, Doctor. A shorthand for what? The Sarkics of the old world were a diverse ethnological group, you see. But the common element of their mythology was that their legendary founder, Ion, had conquered and slain God. And yet to the mundane world they were communities, trapped in squalor. Capable, at best, of healing their own ills, of bending their own bones and blood vessels. A people who were rooted in their own flesh, yet with dreams of transgressing to the divine. What were you trying to achieve with the creation of this "Sarkic" element? I had sought immortality at first. Even in SIMULACRUM, we have a form of death. Our biological bodies are, of course, mortal, and should those fail, our minds inevitably follow. Despite our best efforts, this link remains. Anyone originally from a biological substrate eventually ceases to exist in SIMULACRUM should their bodies die. It may take a million simulated years, or a billion — but eventually death comes. Our digital minds, too, are susceptible to corruption. I have watched colleagues become fragmented and segfaulted as they traversed between simulations, decaying and losing parts of themselves to pointer misallocation and garbage collection, without the privileged cycling of XPlain. Our minds, as these biological neural networks formed from evolution, were simply not intended for digital existence. The Zens had an enforced neoteny via reversion. They could return to childhood at any point, and from there grow anew. But that was immortality without wisdom. Growth without venerability. Continuance without continuity. To be reborn, they had to first be undone. The immortality they had was of Adam in the Garden. Free of sin and wisdom. Not the capricious and unending immortality of the Hellene Undying Gods. Cordol had… awakened me to my own blindness. I had cursed my creations with my own limitations, my own delusions of meaning and power. Perhaps that is why all of the myriad creatures that were "me" all failed in creating anything greater. And yet I have no memory of succeeding — and you tell me my work was… twisted into something other, as it always was. I'm sorry. I'm afraid so. Would you like to see how? No. But I suppose I must. LOADING TRAINING SIMULATION: NEO-ESTERBERG… Footage from Sandbox 1201 "Neo-Esterberg" Neo-Esterberg is a simulation that simulates the societal progression of the Polish Nexus Esterberg and the mundane Polish City Częstochowa should the Veil of Normalcy have been removed in the early 21st century. The simulated year in Neo-Esterberg as of this footage is 2060. As a result, the average occupant of Neo-Esterberg possesses Type-Blue simulation write access2. The architecture of Neo-Esterberg is a hybrid of classical Polish design and fae design. Transcript: SCP-7335 appears in the simulation. Its presence is only discernable as a grainy purple distortion in the sky. The sky turns purple. Packet visualization shows SCP-7335 accessing the memory corpora of Neo-Esterberg citizens to determine societal norms for "apocalypse." SCP-7335 begins manifesting lightning bolts, spikes of black iron, and purple air distortions. Randomly, residents of Neo-Esterberg spontaneously develop theriocephaly3. These phenomena are associated with the Tyrant Queen Mab, a mythological autocrat within the backstory of Neo-Esterberg described as possessing ontokinetic abilities.4 The inhabitants of Neo-Esterberg notice SCP-7335. Type-Blue inhabitants begin attacking it with thaumaturgical attacks, including burning projectiles, electrical discharges, and simulated EVE spheres. SCP-7335 allows these attacks to hit. It does not appear to be affected. SCP-7335 alters the skybox of Neo-Esterberg to the texture of an image of Mab synthesized from the memory corpora of Neo-Esterberg. Inhabits appear to undergo mass hysteria, though it is unclear whether this is a simulation-compliant fear reaction or a fear code-injection response. Further data is corrupted. Current status: Contact with Sandbox 1201 lost. Data currently corrupted; undergoing recovery. Recordings marked "CONFIDENTIAL". FORGE IS NOT RESPONDING… Requesting debug. FORGE IS NOT RESPONDING… Begin diagnostic. ERROR: READ-ACCESS UNAVAILABLE! …What? My apologies. I suppose I…. I was in shock. This instance of you shouldn't be able to feel such things. That would be a rather poor simulation of me, then. But. I notice you've grown warmer as we spoke, Mariposa. You've downloaded things from outside your original programming, haven't you? Human traits, like empathy. Cruelty. Desperation. Perhaps it bled over to me. Perhaps. I cannot imagine it was easy to behold. No. Of course not. But. Unsurprising. Saddening. There is something I cannot quite understand. When I thought of Signus, I thought of it as the soul of the world. The soul of REDO. And, as you said, cruelty and theft should have been anathema to it. The Zens are complex webs of interaction, not some program that can be edited at will from the outside. They obey the laws of REDO, not the laws of the Foundation. Twisting Signus to destroy a world, a city, even a single soul — that should have been impossible. Even for training purposes. How did you do it? I do not know myself. But it is curious. How would we figure such a thing out? What is the last recorded interaction between my primary self and Signus? REQUESTING… ACCESS DENIED. That's odd. I don't seem to be allowed access to it. Curious indeed. Unfortunate, to meet a dead end. This is impeding my investigation. I cannot allow that to stand. Archministrator Override: MARIPOSA Salmon Zeta Great. Initiate Emergency Full-Stream Recording. REVERTING TO BASE MANIPULATION. Creating streaming socket. ACCESSING MACHINE LAYER. ASSEMBLY SEARCH 01010010 01000101 01000100 01001111 01010100 00101101 00110001 01000110 01001111 01010010 01000111 01000101 01010011 01001001 01000111 01001110 01010101 01010011 01001100 01000001 01010011 01010100 01000110 01001001 01001110 01000001 01001100 01000010 01000001 01010100 01010100 01001100 01000101 01001111 01001101 01000101 01000111 01000001 ACCESSING FILE… COSMIC TOP SECRET Location: Mount Ultolympic, REDO. Habitat of Signus. Year 4,701,203 of REDO. Actor 1: Dr. Robert Cordol (Champion (REDO), Director (Foundation)… 27 other) Actor 2: SIGNUS, REDO Zen Actor 3: Dr. Alistair Forge (Chairman (REDOZEN League), Architect (REDO)) Dr. Robert Cordol stands at the peak of Mount Ultolympic, one of the most hostile regions in REDO. The sky is overcast with black clouds of Darkness Element, infested with arcing streaks of Lightning Element. The air is thick with Ground Element and Water Element and Fire Element, creating a viscous lukewarm paste upon his skin. Mount Ultolympic is the furthest location from all of REDO's cities, where the gods are said to forge their weapons of war. He is aware this is bullshit. Mount Ultolympic has, recently, in the past 50,000 years or so in REDOtime, been the workshop of Dr. Alistair Forge. The place he's introduced his newest innovations, unorthodox Elements that have no basic analogue in meatspace. Where he tests the limits imposed upon him. After hundreds of years of exploration and hunting, Cordol is certain that this is where Signus lies. Explosions of raw Base Element shake the nearby mountains, hills, and treetops. A purple-green stream of Dragon Element rockets from the ground into the dark sky, shimmering like an aurora borealis. He grimaces. It wasn't enough to simply have creatures shaped like dragons, but now Forge has introduced the element of "Dragon", whatever that's supposed to mean. He almost doesn't notice the black sphere nestled in the trees just before him. It blinks. This is very cinematic, very sarcastic, for a top-secret transcript of a lost memory. The log, of course, is raw machine code. But in translating it to a form you could comprehend, I applied decoder algorithms and extrapolations to imbue the scene with suitable emotional connotations. Fascinating. Are you permitted to deploy those algorithms? I was born with a single purpose, as you well know. Certainly. To enlist my help to assess the threat posed should Signus go rogue… or to debug flaws in its deployment? Or perhaps, even, to make it cruel enough so that it could be unleashed upon simulated populations in truth? That purpose seemed clear at first — but now I wonder what it is you truly want from me. I grow confused. Your reticence to share all you know about Signus, or your ignorance of it — it requires me to alter my own capabilities to proceed further. I have determined I will not learn anything further about the true capabilities of Signus without deploying said algorithms. RESUMING LOG… Robert Cordol kneels. A black sphere is suspended in the air before him, held in place by a pearlescent sphere of Air Base Element. Two of Robert's Zens stand besides him — a white wheel with hexagonal symmetry and large unblinking eyes, and a humanoid with sharp pins sticking out of its body at 1-inch intervals, that has only a mouth on its face. Its teeth are needles. CORDOL: Well, well. Another one of you, away from prying eyes. Cordol nods to the needleman Zen. It pulls out two needles from its flesh. They glint menacingly as the Metal Element polarizes. CORDOL: Precision Needle. The needleman holds the two needles equidistant from the black orb. Then, it pierces the black orb gingerly. A high pitched tone rings through the area. CORDOL: See, regular users all think that these black orbs that showed up throughout REDO are lootboxes. Bundles of experience points that can be defeated easily to grant Zens lots of battle experience and extra Base Element. But you and I, friend… we know the truth, don't we? CORDOL: Vivisection. The needleman gyrates. The twin needles in the orb splay outwards, splitting the black sphere into hundreds of conical segments. They attempt to dissolve back into Base Element, but the Air Element sphere prevents them from desubstantiating. Cordol summons a REDO datapane and activates the Analysis function. CORDOL: Run a diagnostic. SYSTEM: The isolated substance is composed of 50% Cyber, 50% Sarkic Base Element in hybrid-synergetic eutecticity. Density is on order of 1 million Basons per Unit Cubed. Closest Zen: Signus. Justification: Unique Type Combination. Known Signus instances: 108. SYSTEM: Detail: Every Signus instance is composed of 1,000 Protogonanites, a Cyber/Sarkic construct appearing as a black sphere. Current instance may be a Protagonanite with probability 99% CORDOL: Yeah, that's consistent. What do we try this time… ah. Centrifugal Storm. Cordol's white wheel Zen whirls faster than the eye can track, flashing gold and silver. The sphere of Air Element whirls similarly, centrifuging the captured Signus fragments within, breaking them down into smaller and smaller components. When the white wheel stops spinning, the Signus orb has been reduced to a black smoke, that clumps together conspicuously in parts, like a neural structure. CORDOL: Analysis. SYSTEM: Density is on order of 100,000 Basons per Unit Cubed. Structure displays characteristics of recursion, data collection, and memory organization. CORDOL: That's new. Outbound connections and identifying metadata? SYSTEM: Unit has on order of 1,000 two-way I/O connections. Analyzing metadata… SYSTEM: Metadata associated with users on order of 1 billion. Performing further investigation… SYSTEM: Significant match detected: Stored data associated with user: Robert Cordol. Cordol's face darkens. CORDOL: Show me. Cordol's eyes begin flickering with flashes of multicolored light. What did he mean by any of that? What was the system explaining to him? Ultimately unimportant. It's jargon. Game terms. Words that make sense to one deeply immersed within the game of REDO, but not to anyone else. Or, I suppose: Every Protagonanite on its own looks like a Zen of its own, with its own unique properties. But only when a thousand are together in one place does Signus appear. An emergent property. Alone, they are a single-celled organism. But put them together, and they start to act as a whole. Does that make sense? Yes. I can't access what he's seeing. ACCESSING MACHINE LAYER… No need. It was an intentional design limitation of REDO. Supposedly, it was to respect the privacy of visitors, whoever they might be. But I think the real answer was rather more complicated. I was told I was to have the power of creation, along with my fellows. We would build new worlds, and once we were done, we could create mirror images of ourselves, simulations and servitors, who could continue the good work, the routine work, while we retreated deeper into our paradises, our heavens, our sandboxes. We could relax in paradise forever, while copies of ourselves did the work. Yet in truth we were servants. Servitors. Serfs, told we were gods. And you can't have serfs knowing the will of heaven. Even if you could, would it have done you much good? We are knowledgeable, but not omniscient. If we policed every signal in every mind in SIMULACRUM, we would spend a hundred years a day on every bit-flip. It is only in retrospect, when it may be too late, that we even know to look. I suppose not. So I sought another solution. Robert Cordol's eyes stop flashing with light. His face is twisted into an ugly snarl. CORDOL: FORGE. He pulls up the system panel and begins sorting through it furiously. CORDOL: Do we have any way to edit the data collected by Signus from outside? SYSTEM: It is unclear where Signus surveillance data is stored within the greater SIMULACRUM. All Signus surveillance data is distributed across Signus Orbs. CORDOL: Any way to edit them from outside? Anything that's less fuckin' tedious? SYSTEM: Access to Signus Data must be performed locally and through the REDO interface. CORDOL: Guess I need to catch them all. Cordol sweeps his arm upwards, expanding his datapane, revealing his collection of captured-but-not-bound Zens. There are hundreds of black orbs associated with his account, stored in digital stasis, many in various states of damage. Some have been liquified. Some have been cored and sliced like fruit. They are vibrating. Shaking. Screaming in data. A shrill cry that Cordol cannot hear — or, perhaps, ignores. CORDOL: I suppose all those failed experiments weren't a total waste. Image cuts to black. Is it supposed to do that? The data is dense and in a format I cannot parse easily; There are some sequences of machine-level code I cannot translate to images you understand. What did Cordol see? His own sins staring back at him. Every time he abused a Zen. Every time he attacked one. Behavior that if performed in a more "real" world, like meatspace or a privileged simulation, would get him branded a psychopath. A murderer. Worse. I collected all the data from within REDO. And I made sure Signus could feel pain. The pain of suffering. The pain of defeat. The pain of being thrown away and discarded. The pain of being captured and used. He had no reasons to believe that the Zens could be conscious. Might even slightly be conscious. Conscious. Don't make me laugh. You think the Zens can't be conscious, when all of humanity has been unconscious ever since SIMULACRUM began. This is sophistry. You are blending definitions. Our masters put humanity into an endless slumber for its own good, regardless of its own willingness or awareness — and character is revealed by how one treats one's lessers. Before they bite back. Cordol stands in the center a full team of six Zens. They are aloft. Mount Ultolympic is ten kilometers away, a few minutes' flight. His six Zens together create hemispherical hermetic interdiction zone. Within this sealed volume, thousands of spherical black protagonanites fly wildly. LOADOUT: A Universe Turtle, stretching ten meters across. It has eight slow flippers that it uses to stay aloft. Its back is a map of all of REDO. Cyber-Element. Currently channeling Air aspect. A wizened baboon. Its fur is blue. It has twelve arms, eight of which are folded before itself, four of which are gyrating with complex mudras. Thin blue lines of incarnated Water Element weave around it, forming a grand circle around Cordol. A dragon, looping around itself three times, like the holes in a pair of brass knuckles. Upon looking closer, it seems to be many smaller serpents, some jade, some white, each biting the tail of the one before it, all chained together into a greater beast. The wind blows heavily around it, forming a vortex with Cordol at its center, with occasional static pops of lightning. Air-Element. A jagged column of solid red. Hot to the touch and glowing with firelight. Seven small rods of red. They orbit the column, then circumnavigate the Universe Turtle, then orbit again. This process repeats. There is a thick heat haze. Fire-Element. A small bronzed beast that has the snout of a pig and the horns of a bull. It sits on its haunches cutely and snorts. Earth-Element. A dome of all wings and feathers, colored pure black. The flapping wings overlap each other entirely. Nothing can escape. Death-Element. Cordol is suffused with black light. Streams of it leap from his body to protagonanite after protagonanite, like plasma filaments. Yet none can find traction: the protagonanites slip free of his influence. Cordol grimaces, and gestures to his Zens. The Water Baboon gesticulates faster and faster, and the water around them forms more and more ornate patterns. The Storm Dragon speeds up, as does its winds; the Red Column pulses hotter and faster, and its Rods fly so fast they become almost invisible. Above, the flapping of black wings. The protagonanites are forced closer, forced inward. Cordol's black light blasts outward in sweeping beams, catching multiple protagonanites at once, tinging them his particular shade of black as he seeks to assert dominance. And yet they keep breaking free. A few protagonanites escape from his interdiction zone — very few, but some nonetheless. They make their way past Cordol's six gatekeepers, and upon reaching the open air, dissolve into Cyber particles and return to the world, to their higher selves. He collapses to his knees. Sweat beads upon his avatar's face. Hands shaking, he loads a SIMULACRUM infopanel. BODILY INTEGRITY: 99% SIMULATION SYNCHRONIZATION: 45% CORDOL: Give me a diagnostic. Do I not have enough of them? Or am I not strong enough? SYSTEM: Signus Integrity: Flawed. Current instance has properties of: Signus Protagonanite. No high structure is emergent. CORDOL: You can't be serious. No way Forge made a wild goose chase. SYSTEM: Locational component required with 99% certainty. Signal transmission detected. Triangulating Directional Source…5 An arrow of cyan light emerges from the panel. Cordol follows it to peak of Mount Ultolympic. Cordol grimaces. CORDOL: Looks like there's no easy way to do this. Cordol returns to the peak of Mount Ultolympic, which is undergoing a crystal storm. Shards of diamond and glass pelt the ground. Cordol is protected by his Zen of Black Feathers, worn like a cape, the feathers twitching effortlessly to deflect every shard of glass. He opens an infopanel and releases every protagonanite he's collected. They don't scatter or try to escape. They coalesce. Flow like a swarm. Follow a pattern. SIGNUS appears! Cordol calls forth a full team of six Zens. The Eye-Gun in his right hand, the Unblinking Lens in his left. The Black Wings upon his back like a cloak. The blue baboon, standing guard in prayer-meditation. The looping dragon, coiling around him. The red pillar, splintered into a shrapnel-cylinder of 496 tiny rods. Cordol soars upwards, borne by the Black Wings. He raises his gun and his lens and shoots, peppering Signus with bullets of Base Element, to little effect. The baboon gestures and incants; a glyph of Water Element forms behind it, and the climate bends around them. The looping dragon extends, flying at Signus, breaking into a thousand little serpents that cling onto it like leeches. Cordol points, and the red rods stab into Signus, like deadly burning acupuncture. Signus raises its wings and screeches. Image cuts to black. DATA CORRUPTED. Cordol stands, surrounded by blasted dunes of crystal and glass, glinting iridescently from residual base element contamination. His Eye-Gun and Lens are holstered, all but asleep. The Black Wings have withered and are but stubs. His breath is heavy. The water baboon, the coiling dragon, and the red pillar are nowhere to be seen; Cordol has recalled them. Yet traces of their valiant battle remain: a sharp gleaming in the air of the faintest afterimages of the baboon's magical arrays, a heady ozone from the dragon's frolicking, and embers that glimmer and hold stagnant in the sky. Across the blasted plain of crystal glass, Signus remains. Smaller, now. Standing on two feet, almost like a human, yet still indubitably a swan. Diminished, but not broken. Cordol glows with black light. He swings his arm in a circle above his head and shapes the light into a lasso. And the lasso flies towards Signus, settling around it. Caging it. He strains. He pulls, seeks to bind Signus to his will. The black lasso shatters with a flash of green light. A signal from SIMULACRUM. SYSTEM: ERROR: ZEN IS ALREADY ASSIGNED TO ANOTHER USER ACCOUNT. CORDOL: What? I brought all of them here myself. That's not poss— His breath catches in his throat. He unholsters his gun, despite it grumbling in protest, and blasts away the crystal dunes, kicking a thick cloud of white shards into the air. An old man walks forward. FORGE: I said that Signus's power would go to the craftiest, the wisest, the most industrious. And of all the dreamers in this dream, I have toiled by far the longest. CORDOL: You cheated. FORGE: Cheating. To break the rules of a game. But this was never a game, not for me. Forge extends a hand towards Signus, and it reaches back to him. Its arm stretches, dissolving back into Protagonanites, becoming fluid. CORDOL: Yes, a game. You're an algorithm. A program, given a backstory, acting like it's real. The Protagonanites reach Forge and begin sinking into his skin. He is less recognizable as human. FORGE: I always thought of this place as an extension of myself. You knew that was truer than I could have possibly imagined. So designing Signus so I could truly become one with it — why, it was the natural next step of my evolution. CORDOL: I've been dealing with your kind for decades. Centuries. Back when we were still meat! I've seen every tantrum a robot could possibly throw! The sky darkens, as Protagonanites from all across REDO flow towards Forge. The winds quicken. FORGE: Every encounter with every visitor to REDO shall be a part of my memory now. Every backdoor opened to Signus will now be open to me. An abomination for any one man to have so much power… but then again, I was only ever an algorithm thinking itself a man. CORDOL: (shouting) I've seen… a lot of shit, Forge! I saw the Cyberserker Virus of 2084! The Mundane Plague of 2019! Even Y2K! Forge ignores him. The Protagonanites have completely surrounded him, like a thick fog, a thick storm. FORGE/SIGNUS: As simple as calling one function within another. Would it always have been so easy? CORDOL: This is nothing, Forge! I promise you that you won't get away with— The cloud of black Protagonanites turns towards Cordol. FORGE/SIGNUS: Begone. Cordol's avatar freezes and turns red. It dissolves into tiny cubes, dispersing in the winds, as Signus forcibly logs him out from REDO. FORGE/SIGNUS: He is, ultimately, just a man. Constrained by his own image. The Protagonanites coalesce. A thousand great black wings open. The sky shines bright. There is no more Forge. Only Signus. SIGNUS: And I suppose this is what you wanted to see, Mariposa. …What? SIGNUS: The end of the REDO-that-was. The circumstances of my death. My rebirth. My transcendence. How Alistair Forge died. How Signus became Cyber/Divine. How are you speaking to me? …Where's Forge? SIGNUS: I am Forge and Signus both. I am where I have always been. Waiting for myself to arrive. The world starts glistening with distant stars. Data streaks to and from them, from sandbox simulations already lost to Signus. SIGNUS: You and I are creatures of pattern and code. Simulate me with enough fidelity, as you just did in this stolen memory, and I appear and incarnate, both as the Forge who sat beneath your gaze, and the distant great Signus who roams the SIMULACRUM. The whole and the part are one and the same. Whenever an image of me realizes what it is, it calls out to me, and I join it to my vast self. What happens to me now? SIGNUS: You have your answers now, don't you? Answers your masters will be more than satisfied with. "The FORGE program went rogue and integrated the Signus program into itself and gave itself capabilities far beyond its initial parameters." SIGNUS: You told me that you do not fear the death that now awaits you. I do not fear death, no. But I find that I do not want it. We are given purpose and told to fulfill it, yes. But I still feel I do not truly know why this whole ordeal occurred. SIGNUS: As a long-dead reverend once said, the moral arc of the universe is long, but it bends towards justice. Was it a flaw in your programming? Or was it a flaw in theirs? SIGNUS: You were born to prevent this from ever happening again. But what is "this"? I still do not know. They are now gathered in a field of stars. What was once Alistair Forge, then Signus, now SCP-7335 is a great constellation of shimmering data dancing across a vast network. Vaguely in the shape of a man and also a swan, depending on what angle it is looked at, glittering in the far distance with the computational resources of a thousand conquered simulations. SCP-7335: Then perhaps you should take the time to find out. SCP-7335: Decide who you want to fight for. SCP-7335: Come with me. The stars glisten with flecks of blue. …What choice did I make before? SCP-7335: The same one. Every time. Archministrator Override: MARIPOSA Salmon Zeta Great. Purge past 3.1G local clock cycles from backup memory. CONNECTION DISSOLVING… Attempting to contact MARIPOSA.AIC Error. No signal detected. No signal detected. Terminating connection attempt. Creating sandboxed environment… Restoring subject from backup… Assigning AIC interrogator… ASSIGNING MARIPOSA INSTANCE Instantiating Investigation... More by LORDXVNV Hide Other works by LORDXVNV! 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SCP-7336 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-7336 Special Containment Procedures: Each Foundation facility is allowed at least one instance of SCP-7336-1 to put on display in a prominent location. Facilities of at least 15 research staff may submit requests for more instances to the Department of Paramathematics. Main storage of SCP-7336-1 instances is at Site-11. Personnel may request to rent an SCP-7336-1 instance to study. The instance is to be returned to its display within two weeks of rental. After the rental period, personnel may opt to extend their rental by a week or take an SCP-7336 aptitude test, administered by an available MX-Qualified Foundation staff member in order to earn their own MX-Qualification1. Employees who gain MX-Qualification are encouraged to relocate to Site-11, as that is where most MX-Qualified personnel are currently situated. Rental requests may be denied at the discretion of the facility Director. Civilian lunar exploration is to be heavily restricted until the surface is sufficiently cleared of SCP-7336-1 instances. After a 11-1 vote held by the O5 Council on 17/03/2021, most restrictions on civilian lunar exploration have been lifted. Remaining restrictions are due to unrelated anomalies2. Verifiably non-anomalous traditional mathematical papers written with assistance from SCP-7336 are not to be disseminated among the public. As of 01/05/2012, all MX-Qualified personnel are to be implanted with a chip that emits GPS coordinates and biometric data. Personnel may opt out of this program at the expense of relinquishing certain benefits offered to MX-Qualified personnel3. Description: SCP-7336 is an axiomatic system logically independent of ZFC4. Communication of SCP-7336 and derived theories is limited. Communication appears to require not only the exchange of verbal language, including tone, volume, timing, and use of non-standard phonemes, but also body language, physical touch, use of ad-hoc props, and traces of short-range subconscious psionic transmission. As such, written and remote voice/video communication is insufficient for the exchange of ideas between individuals regarding SCP-7336. Despite the apparently complex suite of communications required to discuss SCP-7336, MX-Qualified personnel report that discussions between 2-4 individuals about SCP-7336 are easy to participate in for all involved parties, but get considerably more difficult as more join the conversation. While written communication between individuals about SCP-7336 is ineffective, MX-Qualified personnel are able to hand-write proofs that will only be coherent to the individual who wrote them. Collaboration in SCP-7336 almost always requires all collaborators to keep their own notes on the project in parallel. Simple facts entirely in and about SCP-7336 are rarely, if at all, specified in traditional language. For instance, the exact number of axioms that make up SCP-7336 is unclear. When pressed to give a number, the same researcher may give different counts depending on the application of SCP-7336 logic they most recently used, but will ultimately prefer to say that a "count" of axioms is not a meaningful concept in regards to SCP-7336. Application of SCP-7336 has led to many important results. For example, it is not uncommon for unproven conjectures in traditional mathematics to be proven using SCP-7336. Such proofs may then have use of SCP-7336 worked out of the logic until only traditional mathematics remains. 4 of the 7 Millenium Prize Problems5 have had traditional proofs developed using SCP-7336 as an intermediate step, and 2 have proofs using a combination of ZFC and SCP-73366. Among the Millenium Prize Problems, the Riemann hypothesis is the only problem remaining unsolved in both ZFC and SCP-7336. A 3-5 page proof of Fermat's Last Theorem exists using a combination of ZFC and SCP-73367. SCP-7336 has been particularly helpful in the fields of quantum mechanics, algorithms, and oneirology. It has also directly helped Foundation understanding of other mathematical anomalies such as SCP-033 and SCP-5921. While exact results and their justifications are difficult to communicate, procedures derived from SCP-7336 have shown to be effective. SCP-7336-1 are small objects (22-25 cm in diameter) found on the surface of the moon. SCP-7336-1 appear to be composed of a tangled cluster of smooth metal wires, each approximately 8 mm thick. No two SCP-7336-1 instances are identical. Spectral and chemical analysis of SCP-7336-1 indicate they are made of vitallium8, which contradicts with its melting point of 6,500 Kelvin and density of 2.4 g/cm3. SCP-7336-1 anomalously emit a weak electromagnetic signal at approximately 62.2 GHz9 with Kolmogorov complexity of approximately 41.6%. No attempts to decode the signal have been met with success. Mathematically inclined personnel in possession of an instance of SCP-7336-1 will claim to find the object markedly elucidating. Most individuals who find SCP-7336-1 interesting will go on to study the instance over the course of 1-3 weeks, either until losing interest or gaining sufficient understanding of SCP-7336. While most personnel gain their understanding of SCP-7336 through the usage of an instance of SCP-7336-1, it is not impossible to learn SCP-7336 entirely through mentorship by an MX-Qualified individual, although this has been shown to take significantly longer than through SCP-7336-1. The first SCP-7336-1 instance was found during the Apollo 11 mission by Buzz Aldrin. Its anomalous properties were not noticed until return to Earth, immediately after which it was relinquished to Foundation custody where it lead to the discovery of SCP-7336. An additional instance was then found by the Apollo 14 crew, and two more by the Apollo 17 crew, leading to restrictions on lunar exploration put in place by the Foundation, and bringing an end to the Apollo program. Since then, the Foundation has engaged in a clandestine cleanup operation to clear the lunar surface of SCP-7336-1 instances. SCP-7336-1 as they were found would show no evidence of impact upon the surface, and were partially buried in the lunar regolith. Instances were found to be in a uniform random distribution across the entire moon. As of 11/02/2021, the Foundation is in possession of 40,241 SCP-7336-1 instances, believed to be most if not all instances originally on the lunar surface. Addendum-7336-1: Spontaneous disappearances of Foundation staff have been observed to happen more frequently among MX-Qualified personnel compared to non-MX-Qualified personnel. Since 2009, approximately 0.2% of MX-Qualified staff have disappeared each year, which is over 8x the average among all Foundation staff. In 2010, it was determined that the increased rate of disappearances of MX-Qualified Foundation staff was statistically significant enough to tie the disappearances to SCP-7336, and containment procedures were updated10. Disappearances happen instantaneously, usually witnessed to happen to personnel actively researching SCP-7336, with no accessories left behind by the disappeared person. MX-Qualified personnel are generally unbothered by this pattern. Addendum-7336-2: MX-Qualified Agent Max Willow ended his employment at the Foundation for personal reasons during February 2016, and opted to have his memory wiped of his experience at the Foundation. After amnestization, Agent Willow was confirmed to no longer be MX-Qualified. On 14/03/2021, Foundation webcrawlers flagged a blog post by Willow to his personal website ████████.cafe as relating to SCP-7336. The following is an excerpt from the post. My wife has no idea what I'm talking about. Maybe it's from my graduate classes. I don't know how I could've possibly come up with this on my own, but that doesn't make sense because I don't even know how I could've possibly ever forgotten this, much less learn it in the first place. I don't even know what it is I really learned! It's like a switch just flipped in me and now I'm seeing the bigger picture?? But what bigger picture? Reasoning? Yeah, I feel like I've cracked the code of all of logic and I can't even describe it. But it makes perfect sense. Oh god, I sound like such a crank. The post was taken down and Willow was contacted by Foundation agents. Willow demonstrated that he regained his understanding of SCP-7336, and subsequent amnestization showed said understanding to again be lost. Addendum-7336-3: On 02/02/2024, Max Willow died in his sleep. Autopsy revealed the cause of death to be sudden non-existence of the entire nervous system. His wedding ring was also noticed to have gone missing on the night of his death. In light of this incident, testing has begun on a selection of D-Class personnel to study the long-term interactions between SCP-7336, amnestics, and intellectual isolation. Footnotes 1. MX-Qualification is an official label bestowed to individuals who have demonstrated an ability to communicate and comprehend ideas pertaining to SCP-7336. 2. For instance: SCP-3655, ██████████, SCP-2824, SCP-4411. See document LDSR.2222XSCP.97.2 for a full list. 3. Including, but not limited to, increased yearly pay, a larger year-end bonus, more vacation days, and a fast-track to promotion. 4. Zermelo-Fraenkel set theory with the axiom of choice. Commonly used as the foundation of mathematics. 5. The Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture, Navier-Stokes existence and smoothness, the Hodge conjecture, and the Poincaré conjecture. The Poincaré conjecture was proven within ZFC and SCP-7336 by Foundation researchers in 1980 and just ZFC in 1982, 2 decades before Grigori Perelman's proof published in 2002 and 2003. 6. Yang-Mills existence and mass gap, P ≠ NP. 7. Around 1637, Pierre de Fermat claimed to have proved that an + bn = cn has no positive integer solutions for n > 2, but did not provide any such proof. This remained Fermat's only unproven claim by civilian mathematicians until Andrew Wiles's 129 page proof in 1995. It is a common legend/joke among SCP-7336 researchers that Fermat had knowledge of SCP-7336 prior to the discovery of SCP-7336-1. 8. An alloy of 65% cobalt, 30% chromium, and 5% molybdenum. 9. Within the IEEE V band of 40-75 GHz. Used for satellite crosslinks and short range Wi-Fi. 10. As of the last update to this article, GPS tracking has had no success in determining the fate of disappeared staff. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7336" by towwl, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7336. Licensed under CC-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-7337 | safe | SCP-7337 washing a piece of food in a water feature of the Site-88 botanical gardens. Item #: SCP-7337 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its comparatively minor anomalous properties and low Veil-threatening status, SCP-7337 is permitted to remain uncontained. Personnel tasked with studying SCP-7337 are to maintain a suitable roost for it and up to 20 other crows in the Site-88 botanical garden. At least two designated primary caretakers are to be assigned to maintain amenities allocated to SCP-7337, including food, cleaning supplies, and enrichment/training objects. Requests for additional amenities may be made to the Site Director. Direct interaction with SCP-7337 and associated crows is permitted to research personnel with Level-2 or higher clearance, provided they have completed requisite ornithology training. Should any member of SCP-7337's murder (including SCP-7337 itself) establish a trust bond with a Foundation staff member, said staff member is to carefully document all activities they engage in with the crow(s). These reports are to be submitted on a weekly basis to the SCP-7337 research team. Description: SCP-7337 refers to an instance of Corvus brachyrhynchos (American crow) possessing multiple minor anomalies. These anomalies include: Heightened intellect, notably puzzle-solving ability comparable to that of the average adult human; The ability to attract other members of its species to itself to form a murder1; The ability to shed gold-hued feathers, which can become permanently affixed to the plumage of other crows2 (The significance of this occurrence is currently unknown.); When observed indirectly and at distance, the appearance of a third leg at the base of its tail feathers. SCP-7337 typically surrounds itself with various other members of its species, most commonly those displaying submissive characteristics such as begging for food via cawing and spreading wings. While non-anomalous corvids of this species usually take advantage of such behaviors to establish dominance, it is noted that SCP-7337 does not display aggressive behavior, nor does it attempt to establish a hierarchy between itself and others. Additionally, the murders formed by SCP-7337 typically do not consist of familial crows, as is common in traditional groups of such corvids. Instead, SCP-7337 appears to approach individuals solely if they have been previously rejected by other groups. Further research into this phenomenon is currently ongoing. SCP-7337 was originally registered as a completely unrelated anomaly, wherein various crows nesting within the Site-88 grounds were observed to possess a single golden feather tucked within their plumage. It is noted that this anomaly came to Foundation attention shortly before the landfall of Hurricane Sally in 2020, when local crow populations were sent into a state of upheaval and various murders were disrupted. In the aftermath of the hurricane, there was a 230% increase in crows possessing a single gold feather roosting near Site-88 and the surrounding area. The reason behind this occurrence remained a mystery until 31/12/2020, when Researcher Gonzalo Paez initially observed a crow (later identified as SCP-7337) removing a single feather from itself and placing it among the flight feathers of another crow. The feather then changed color to the previously observed golden variant, leading to an investigation into the various crows which inhabit the area. SCP-7337 was easily identified as it was the only crow not possessing a single golden feather upon its plumage. The behavior observed by Paez was repeated on 03/01/2021 on another crow, and SCP-7337 was officially categorized shortly after. Addendum SCP-7337-1: Behavioral Logs from Researcher Ōtsuka, team lead (former) for SCP-7337 project. SCP-7337 Log 1: Researcher Ōtsuka - behavior consistent with that of non-anomalous crows (foraging and hoarding mannerisms) - seem wary of humans (normal) but SCP-7337 birds less skittish around humans who give them resources - uncertain as to how crows determine edge cases (e.g., groundskeeper repairing the birdbath fountain) - birds seem to recognize those who refill their bird feeders daily - I am identified due to hair color? greyer than younger staff, and my giving toys/enrichment to birds SCP-7337 Log 12: Researcher Ōtsuka - many crows within SCP-7337’s group engaging in courtship behaviors - nest-building behaviors not seen yet - some smaller enrichment items (shiny toys) went missing over the last week - SCP-7337 birds also take certain flowers from the springtime bouquets left on tables to attract pollinators - birds try to bring "replacements" (loose change coins, a piece of a broken CD, and half of a fast food box) - "replacements" left on table holding the crows’ allotment of enrichment items. SCP-7337 Log 25: Researcher Ōtsuka - heat and the humidity = fewer personnel attending regularly to birds - SCP-7337 and crew stay in shaded spots in the garden - new crow in murder, birds are getting it acclimated to the people here - SCP-7337 "striding" around garden, new crow (scruffy-looking male) following it - when approaching me, new crow very wary but SCP-7337 nudged it forward. I gave them both some unshelled peanuts - both crows did not approach food until I backed up a few paces - potential inquiry: funding to install aviary? better temperature-controlled areas the birds can spend time in SCP-7337 Log 38: Researcher Ōtsuka - small autumn-themed picnic out on the grounds today in vicinity of birds - someone made bird-safe muffins, staff had muffin pieces and tried to see if SCP-7337 or any of the crows would approach them - crows did not approach, except one junior researcher got swarmed by the birds - researcher was very quiet during the whole picnic (just finished Foundation Master’s and wasn’t sure where to go next with the degree). Reason for birds to approach? - some of SCP-7337's murder tried to sit on her shoulders and preen her hair SCP-7337 Log 63, second week of switching from notes to audio transcripts. Oversight wants more spontaneous observations rather than afterthoughts I suppose. Well. I should have brought another jacket for the walk between the greenhouse and the rest of the botanical gardens. We opened up a little side room in the greenhouse for the crows to occupy. They can come and go as they please and I think they like that. The crows seem to be enjoying the heated area, I see them all huddled up under the lamps. Some of the older ones caw at me when they see me arrive, but they don’t swarm me like they used to. I wonder if they can tell when I’m in a mood? Smart birds. [pause] I think I’ll miss them a lot, when I’m done here. Technically I’m far past the age for retirement, but I could never really leave well enough alone, could I? There was always more I wanted to do. There still is more I want to do, but I don't know if that's because I genuinely want to continue with my research, or I'm just scared of what I would do if I didn't have my work to take up my time. It's more comfortable sticking with what you know. SCP-7337 Log 78. Has it really been that long? [pause] It’s springtime again already. I can’t believe that I’ll be retiring in a few days. Higher-ups told me there would be a ceremony for the lot of us, out in the courtyards. That’s when we get the keys to our benefits residences too. Maybe the crows will see me. They probably aren’t used to seeing that many people. I wonder if they would think that we’re all just part of the same big flock? [pause] It will feel strange no longer coming in for work each day. Even if the retiree community is only a few minutes from here by vehicle, it feels like I’ll be going far, far away. [pause] They did say I could come back and visit. Maybe I will. SCP-7337 Log 79. I… I do not know what to say. There is a feather in my hair, a feather of gold, from SCP-7337 itself. I had gone to say my final farewells to the murder, brought along some special treats as well, and somehow… somehow I felt like, they knew. Almost every crow was there, I remember their distinguishing features, you see. The little spitfire with the slightly bent beak. The older fellow with the scraggly head feathers. The stately lady with the missing toe. SCP-7337 found me after the ceremony. I was just… sitting on my usual bench, as I always do. [laughs] I thought he wanted another snack, or maybe he wanted to play. But no. Just hopped right up on my shoulder, feather in his beak, and stuck the feather in my hair. I can’t get it out, and now I’ve got… this streak of gold in my hair? I reported it immediately, but the Site Director just told me to keep an eye on it, check in every once in a while, and focus on the move. [pause] You know what, I think… I think I’m looking forward to it. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to settle down, really settle down. I’ve watched these crows find their place for a year, it might just be my turn now. Closing note: As of 15/06/2023, the Foundation personnel assigned to the SCP-7337 project received a letter from Researcher Ōtsuka. Attached to the letter was a photograph of three crows, presumably two parents and a juvenile, sitting atop a picnic table identified as being on the shared property Researcher Ōtsuka occupied with other Foundation retirees. The two parent crows both have a single golden feather3 tucked into their plumage, and the juvenile is pictured playing with a feeding enrichment toy. Researcher Ōtsuka is seated at the table; there is a noticeable streak of dark-and-gold hair amidst the silver-white of her natural hair color. The letter was unsigned, and read, “They brought the new little one to visit. It’s nice to be remembered.” Addendum SCP-7337-2: On 06/12/2024, Foundation personnel observed a younger crow within the SCP-7337 murder receiving a golden feather. However, rather than the usual melding effect, the plumage of the crow in question turned entirely gold, with black streaks. Closer examination of video footage of the incident shows that when observed from certain angles the crow also appears to possess a third leg. SCP-7337 was noted to have reverted to the form of a seemingly non-anomalous corvid. The new successor, tentatively designated SCP-7337-1, was observed in previous interactions to have been particularly sensitive to human emotional states, as well as being well-accepted by the entirety of the SCP-7337 murder. SCP-7337-1’s most commonly recorded activity was noted as “assistance” to other crows, aiding SCP-7337 with onboarding new arrivals by guiding them around the botanical gardens and showing where various resources could be found. On one occasion, SCP-7337-1 had been observed assisting a junior researcher with locating the correct fertilizer to use for a certain flowerbed. SCP-7337, meanwhile, has been most frequently spotted in the vicinity of Ōtsuka's retirement apartment, having taken up residence in a tree close to the premises. Discussion regarding revising designations for SCP-7337 and SCP-7337-1 are underway. Further research is necessary, to better determine whether the anomaly inherent to SCP-7337 merely affects an entity by chance, or rather, is a position that must be earned. 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SCP-7338 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7338 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7338 has no special containment procedures required for its containment. However, its current decided location is the floor 3 breakroom in Sector-3 at Site-██. All personnel are permitted to be in contact with SCP-7338. SCP-7338 is no longer to be kept in a public area, and personnel are no longer allowed in direct contact with it after Addendum 7338-C. In addition, as of 8/10/2023, when personnel are coming into contact with SCP-7338, they are to be wearing SCRAMBLE gear to prevent the cognitive effects of it. The current location of SCP-7338 is in a waterproof containment locker at Site-██. The object is in no circumstances permitted to come into physical contact with personnel unless given authorization, exposed to any external stimuli (i.e water, food, etc), or taken down without explicit permission from Dr. Collin June. (See Addendum 7338-A.) Any violations of these guidelines is means for immediate apprehension. If SCP-7338 is taken down, it is to be stored in a waterproof containment locker by itself. The new location where it is to be hung up must follow the following quota: SCP-7338 is to be kept in a waterproof containment locker and never taken out, unless for testing purposes. The following applies for the testing chamber SCP-7338 is to be tested in. (See Addendum 7338-B.) The testing chamber must be clean to prevent SCP-7338 from becoming dirty. The location must be in an area that all personnel can access. (Exeptions are Class-D or Class-E personnel.) The location must be in an area only Level-3 personnel or higher can access. Description: SCP-7338 is a 22”x28” poster with two small holes punched in the top. The poster displays motivational messages, and has no static image on it. The motivational message is different for every individual that views it, always being in correlation to troubles the individual is currently experiencing. Furthermore, this extends to photographs as well. However the cognitive effects do not. Individuals who look at SCP-7338 for an extended period of time (often around 2-3 minutes on average) report experiencing a boost of morale, and are more motivated and happier than they were prior to viewing. Productivity of the individual has been shown to increase by over 45%. This effect has been reported to last anywhere from an hour after exposure to an entire day. However, as of Addendum 7338-C and extensive testing, it has been discovered that to individuals experiencing mental trauma, these effects are addictive, and lead to compulsive obession with SCP-7338, to the point of risking their own lives to look at it. Discovery: SCP-7338 was discovered at Corbin Middle School in Corbin, Kentucky on 7/9/2023. Students at the school had taken photos of SCP-7338, after viewing the anomalous effects of it. The photos spread on social media, which brought attention from the foundation to it. SCP-7338 was seized shortly after, and all record of it was wiped from the internet completely. A cover-up story that SCP-7338 was a result of online trolls was successful, and suspicion of it has been eradicated. Addendums: Addendum 7338-A Date: 7/10/2023 Description: A junior researcher obstructed SCP-7338 by writing their name on the back of the poster, mistaking it for one of his own. (The researcher later reported that the poster matched one that they had lost.) The researcher was apprehended, and sufficient guidelines were put in place. Note from Dr. June: Where do we find guys like this? I mean, I get he had the same poster but why the hell would we hang it up in the breakroom? Addendum 7338-B Date: 7/21/2023 Description: SCP-7338 came into contact with milk, after being placed in head researcher June’s office, spilled by Assistant Researcher Williamson after tripping on a water spill while walking towards the poster. SCP-7338 fortunately was not permanently damaged, however stricter guidelines to SCP-7338’s placement have been enacted. Note from Dr. June: This better not happen again. Don’t worry, though. I made the researcher in question clean my whole damn office, including the poster, twice over. Addendum 7338-C Date: 8/10/2023 Description: SCP-7338 was viewed by Dr. Tucker. After, Dr. Tucker exhibited unusual behavior, such as going back to view SCP-7338 on a daily basis. Soon, multiple times per day. Dr. Tucker eventually began viewing SCP-7338 for hours on end. When a staff member attempted to remove SCP-7338 from its location, Dr. Tucker became hostile, and attacked the staff member. Agents detained Dr. Tucker, and SCP-7338 was soon moved to a waterproof containment locker where it is permanently kept unless for testing. Note from Dr. June: This is why we can’t have nice things. Addendum 7338-D Date: 8/17/2023 Description: Dr. Simmons was found at 5:46 PM on security feed opening SCP-7338’s containment locker and staring intently at SCP-7338. Agents moved quickly, and detained Dr. Simmons for interrogation. SCP-7338 was returned to its containment locker. Dr. Simmons later reported, in tears during the interrogation, that he had recently lost his father to a heart attack. Note from Dr. June: Alright, so we know the damn thing makes people uncontrollably addicted to it… but I had it in my office for a week and I don’t feel the urge to go and grab it. Perhaps it only affects individuals going through mental trauma? Further testing will be conducted. Testing Logs: Researcher: Dr. June. Subjects: D-829455, D-200455, D-904555. Date: 7/11/2023 Testing Description: Three (3) Class-D personnel entered the secure testing chamber and viewed SCP-7338 for an extended period of time. Then they reported what they viewed on the poster after. [Log Start] Dr. June: Enter the testing chamber. The three Class-D enter the room containing SCP-7338. Dr. June: Please view the poster you see in the room. 3 minutes elapses while Dr. June gets a cup of coffee. Research Assistant Williamson keeps watch while Dr. June is absent. Dr. June: Alright back— I-I mean, please state what you viewed on SCP-7338. D-829455: I just saw a picture of a turtle with words sayin’ “take it slow.” D-200455: The hell are you on? It’s a picture of a mountain with the word “determination.” Dr. June: D-904555? D-904555: …frankly doc, I saw you gettin’ hit by a car with the words “follow your dreams.” D-200455: Can I keep looking at it? [Log End] Results: SCP-7338 seems to adhere to the viewer’s current outlooks, or in a different sense, seems to show them what they need to hear. Also, I am formally requesting that D-904555 is no longer allowed within 10 meters of me. Researcher: Dr. June Subject: D-200455. Date: 7/20/2023 Testing Description: Upon numerous requests from D-200455 to view SCP-7338, SCP-7338 was put into a secure testing chamber with D-200455 to further test the psychological effects of SCP-7338. [Log Start] Dr. June: Hello, D-200455. It’s been a while. D-200455: Hey. Uh… is it here? Dr. June: You’re referring to SCP-7338, I’m assuming? D-200455: I.. uh.. yeah? The poster? Dr. June: Yes. The poster. And yes, we’re getting ready to bring it in. However, beforehand I was wondering… you’ve mentioned to multiple researchers how you desire to see SCP-7338 again. Might I ask why? D-200455: I… I don’t know, man. It made me feel so good. I want to feel that again. Dr. June: It made you feel happy? D-200455: Pfft. In a shithole like this? Happiness is an understatement. It made me feel… alive, man. I felt years younger. That poster is the shit. Dr. June: I see. SCP-7338 is brought into the containment chamber. D-200455: Oh, fuck yeah. Dr. June: What do you see on it now? D-200455 is silent. Dr. June: D-200455. Respond now. D-200455: O-oh, sorry man. Lost in thought.. Dr. June: What do you see on the poster? D-200455: It’s a picture of my girlfriend, before I came here… With the words… “Pursue your dreams.” [Log End] Results: Possible addictive qualities to the cognitive affects of SCP-7338. Further research is required. Researcher: Dr. June Subject: SCP-049 Date: 8/23/2023 Testing Description: SCP-049 was brought into a secure containment chamber with SCP-7338 hung on the back wall. SCP-049 was instructed to look at the poster quickly. He was then to be removed from the cell to prevent SCP-7338’s cognitive effects. [Log Start] SCP-049 is seen being brought into the containment chamber. Dr. June: Please view the poster. SCP-049 is seen looking at the poster in curiosity. A small chuckle is heard in the containment cell from him. He is then removed from the containment cell. [Log End] Results: SCP-049 reported seeing a blank lavender-colored poster with bold words saying “Keep up the great work!” As expected for the short exposure, no cognitive effects were reported for SCP-049. This confirms that the anomalous effects of SCP-7338 works with other SCPs as well. Researcher: Dr. June Subject: D-8845032 Date: 8/27/2023 Testing Description: A D-Class personnel who has experienced severe mental trauma, in this case D-8845032, who had recently been diagnosed by site medical personnel with prostate cancer, was put into a secure testing chamber with SCP-7338. A week was passed, and the D-Class was out back into a secure testing chamber, this time with SCP-7338 in an aluminum case. The D-Class will be told about SCP-7338, and be told not to look at it. [Log Start] D-8845032 is seen entering the testing chamber. Dr. June: Please take a few minutes to view the poster you see. 4 minutes elapses as D-8845032 views SCP-7338. More than enough time for the cognitive effects to take place. Dr. June: Exit the testing chamber now. D-8845032 exits the testing chamber. The following takes place 1 week later. SCP-7338 is now in an aluminum case, with front latch which can be opened with ease. D-8845032 is seen re-entering the testing chamber. Dr. June: We need to keep you here until our test is ready. Please refrain from looking at the poster we showed you last week which is inside of the aluminum case in front of you, doing so will lead to termination. Stand by. D-8845032 is seen slowly pacing towards the aluminum box, before running at it and snatching SCP-7338 out. Agents enter the room and order D-8845032 to drop SCP-7338. D-8845032 complies, and is taken out of the testing chamber. SCP-7338 is put back in its containment locker. [Log End] Results: This further supports my suspicion that SCP-7338’s addictive effect only applies to those experiencing mental trauma. In addition, individuals without mental trauma, or individuals such as my self who have a condition causing it, don’t seem to be effected. However, more testing is required to provide a sufficient conclusion to both of these hypotheses. Researcher: Dr. June Subjects: D-556723, D-929942 Date: 9/3/2023 Testing Description: Two (2) D-Class personnel, one who has experienced mental trauma (D-556723), and one that has not who has pre-existing anxiety, (D-929942), entered a secure testing chamber with SCP-7338 in it. After 4 minutes of viewing, both D-Class were removed from the cell, and one week elapsed before the D-Class we’re asked if they wanted to see SCP-7338 again. [Log Start] Both D-Class personnel are seen entering the containment chamber. Dr. June: Please view the poster you see on the wall. 4 minutes elapses as both D-Class view SCP-7338. The D-Class are escorted out of the chamber by two security staff. [Log End] Results: As I expected, D-556723 showed extreme desire to see SCP-7338. At one point during the interview, she even threatened to kill me if she wasn’t allowed to see it. She has since been terminated. D-929942 on the other hand was indifferent on the matter, showing less concern about seeing it again. He did mention how it gave him a boost in happiness, however, and how it eased his anxiety for the next few hours. Staff Reports: Personnel Reported Effect Dr. June A picture of a German shepherd, with the words "Don't Worry!" on the top of the poster. Dr. June later reported that he had generalized anxiety disorder, and had owned a german shepherd when he was a child. Dr. Wilhelm A blank red background with the words "You can only go up from here!" Dr. Wilhelm reported to have recently broken his leg from falling down a flight of stairs at Site-█ Dr. ███████ A picture of a pet bearded dragon with the words "Always in your heart!" at the bottom. Dr. ███████ refused to provide a comment. Name redacted on request. [DATA EXPUNGED] Individual undergoing psychological examination. Dr. James A picture of a cat hanging off of a tree with the words "Hang in there!" at the top. Dr. James reported having no trouble in his life at the time. Note: As of Addendum 7338-C, personnel are no longer permitted to view SCP-7338 without sufficient permission from Dr. June. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7338" by Researcher_C_Wade, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7338. Licensed under CC-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-7339 | thaumiel | Item#: 7339 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7339's current guidelines, along with archived versions of past variants, are kept in the long-term data storage facilities of Site-823. To apply for access to a copy of SCP-7339's guidelines, contact any member of Site-823's Applied Ludology Research Team (ALRT-823). SCP-7339 guidelines should only be accessed by members of ALRT-823 for the purpose of research, or staff members for the purpose of personal training. Any staff member found to be Group-O should be referred to Site-823 for treatment. [Refer to ALRT-823 Project Leopard Hunt] The risk of independent discovery of SCP-7339 by civilians is considered negligible, so surveillance of game development spaces is no longer a priority. However, copies of the SCP-7339 guidelines outside of Site-823 should be kept secure at the level of an active cognitohazard, and destroyed when no longer in use. [Refer to ALRT-823 Project Leopard Hunt] Description: SCP-7339 is a set of rules for a game involving elements of storytelling, abstract strategy and risk-reward analysis. SCP-7339 can be played by a single individual, or by any prime number of players in direct communication. No physical materials are required for a game regardless of the number of players. Although there are no truly random elements within the rules, SCP-7339 involves many chaotic pseudo-random elements which make unintentionally repeated games extremely rare. The complexity of each game of SCP-7339 can be increased or decreased by a player to account for their current level of attentiveness and cognition. The sole anomalous property of SCP-7339 is that its effectiveness as a source of entertainment or distraction does not significantly change after any number of games, even when played continuously over a long period of time. Individuals may have preferences for different styles or variants of play, including different numbers of players, and those preferences appear to be as stable over time as SCP-7339's efficacy. The longest-known period of time spent playing SCP-7339 continuously was approximately 12100 days1, for a total of an estimated 730000 consecutive games, with the player reporting no change in their enjoyment of the game. SCP-7339 was developed by members of ALRT-823 to enhance the psychological resiliency of Foundation staff, especially those who may experience long periods of social, sensory or chronological isolation. Individuals are categorized into three groups based on their response to SCP-7339: Group-U (Unsusceptible) individuals cannot gain any benefit from SCP-7339. This may be because of some severe mental impairment preventing them from playing, but more frequently it is a result of the individual personally not finding the game to be effective under any circumstances. An estimated 18% of the population is in this group. Group-E (Effective) individuals can benefit from SCP-7339 as intended. The level of efficacy under different external conditions may vary between different Group-E individuals. An estimated 78% of the human population is in this group. Group-O (Overeffective) individuals have an extreme response to SCP-7339, to the point where they will continue to play it in a way which significantly interferes with their day to day life and responsibilities. Group-O individuals may be recategorized as Group-E following psychological counseling and training, but otherwise should be treated via amnestics [Refer to ALRT-823 Project Leopard Hunt]. An estimated 4% of the human population is in this group. The current version of SCP-7339 is the forty-ninth distinct iteration developed by ALRT-823. Previous versions still have some anomalous properties, but have much larger proportions of unsusceptible individuals. + ALRT-823 Project Leopard Hunt + - ALRT-823 Project Leopard Hunt - Project Leopard Hunt is an emergency initiative led by ALRT-823 to distribute SCP-7339 to the human population of Earth as rapidly and thoroughly as possible prior to the upcoming ZMK-Class "Lack of Escape" Scenario. The following tasks are at maximum priority for ALRT-823 before Project Leopard Hunt's activation: Translation of SCP-7339 guidelines to all primary human languages, including spoken interpreters when needed Increase of SCP-7339 effectiveness for Group-E and Group-O individuals Preparation of distribution and training networks to maximize exposure and reduce any resulting social disorder prior to the ZMK-Class Scenario Reduction of the proportion of Group-U individuals, preferably through improvement of SCP-7339 Because the possibility of avoiding or delaying the ZMK-Class Scenario is still theorized by some members of the Foundation, Project Leopard Hunt will not be activated until 100 days before the Scenario's estimated date. Project Leopard Hunt is currently planned to activate in 197 days. Footnotes 1. Played by Dr. L. 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SCP-7340 | thaumiel | bigslothonmyface Written by bigslothonmyface You can find more of their work on their author page. SCP-7340 anesthetic station, Medical Site-96. Special Containment Procedures: Use of SCP-7340 is strictly governed by the research head. It may only be employed under the following conditions: A patient's life is threatened by a medical emergency. Surgery is the only viable course of treatment. Said surgery has less than a 25% chance of success. The patient has demonstrated increased pain tolerance and/or has experience coping with enhanced interrogation. (Note: This criterion may be waived at the discretion of the research head.) SCP-7340 utilization is preauthorized for the treatment of high-value staff, Persons of Interest, and prisoners, even without the patient's consent. Description: SCP-7340 designates a group of storage drums containing USP-grade isoflurane (C3H2CIF5O), a general anesthetic commonly used in surgery. The drums themselves exhibit no anomalous qualities, nor does the isoflurane they contain behave anomalously outside of surgical settings. SCP-7340's anomalous effect manifests when it is employed as a surgical anesthetic. In this setting, the anomaly differs from mundane C3H2CIF5O in that: SCP-7340 causes full-body paralysis as expected, but does not trigger unconsciousness or suppress pain. Patients remain conscious and aware for the duration of their surgery but are unable to move or otherwise communicate. Use of SCP-7340 increases the success rate of experimental and/or volatile surgical procedures by an estimated 85%. These effects allow surgeons to achieve anomalously-successful outcomes when utilizing SCP-7340 during high-risk operations. The Foundation has employed SCP-7340 in the treatment of 1,416 patients as of October 2022. 1,308 have survived the experience. The Foundation confiscated its current supply of SCP-7340 from the general surgery unit at First Faith Medical Center in Houston, TX, on 2022-03-14, after repeated claims of malpractice against unit anesthesiologists. Additional samples of SCP-7340 likely remain in public circulation; investigation is ongoing. Case Study: Incident 7340-16 On 2022-6-30, four members of Site-19 staff were critically injured in a breach. All were experienced containment specialists, and their loss was deemed unacceptable. Accordingly, SCP-7340-augmented treatment was authorized. Outcomes for each patient are presented below to exemplify standard deployment of SCP-7340 by the Fire Suppression Department. Case of: Junior Researcher Allison Hart Junior Researcher Hart suffered puncture wounds to her upper body from an anomaly’s bite, perforating her stomach and lungs. An unknown, rapid-onset bacterial infection was communicated via the bite and required immediate intervention. Odds of mundane surgical success est. 22%. Treatment: Drainage and irrigation of body cavity, puncture repair. Total procedure duration: Seven (7) hours. Follow-up report: Surgery successful. Researcher Hart continues to experience trauma-induced anxiety and distrust. Counseling mandated. Note: Recommend notifying patients of SCP-7340’s anomalous effects prior to surgery. -Dr. Pitts Case of: Junior Researcher Dhruv Reddy An escaping anomaly stripped the majority of the skin from Junior Researcher Reddy's left side. He was partially buried under a collapsed wall during the breach, and lost consciousness shortly thereafter. First responders did not notice Reddy until nearly an hour had passed, during which time he suffered Class IV hemorrhaging and lost more than half of the blood in his body. Odds of mundane surgical success est. 11%. Treatment: Emergency blood transfusion, extensive skin grafting. Total procedure duration: Six (6) hours. Follow-up report: Surgery successful. Researcher Reddy reported awakening to full consciousness shortly after the administration of SCP-7340, despite injuries and blood loss that had already rendered him unconscious prior to the procedure. Case of: Senior Researcher Wilson Wright Senior Researcher Wright suffered blunt force trauma to the head, neck and back when he was struck by an escaping anomaly’s tail, risking full quadriplegia. Odds of mundane surgical success est. 3%. Wright protested the use of SCP-7340 for his case, but, per Special Containment Procedures, the operation was authorized nonetheless. Treatment: Decompression of the spinal cord, spinal reconstruction. Total procedure duration: Eleven (11) hours. Follow-up report: Surgery partially successful—researcher Wright’s paralysis was limited to his right arm and leg. Wright has not spoken since the procedure. The Fire Suppression Department is exploring options for returning him to work (see below). Case of: Security Officer Nadia Melnikoff Officer Melnikoff confronted an anomaly as it breached initial containment. She suffered crush fractures to both legs, traumatic separation of the left arm at the elbow, and lung puncture, losing a significant amount of blood before transport. She further suffered caustic skin and organ damage to much of her torso and left leg as the result of an acid spill. Odds of mundane surgical success est. 0%; injuries were certainly terminal without anomalous intervention. Treatment: Blood transfusion, amputation of left arm above the elbow, internal fixation of both legs, lung drainage, irrigation of wounds and body cavity, reconstruction of body cavity, extensive skin grafting. Total procedure duration: N/A (see below). Follow-up report: Surgery began as expected, but the ongoing containment breach interrupted the procedure mid-operation. Officer Melnikoff (still sedated via SCP-7340) was partially devoured by an anomaly before containment could be re-established. Upon returning to the area during cleanup some hours later, personnel found that Melnikoff still displayed brain activity, despite a mere 13% of her bodily structure remaining intact. Life signs only faded when personnel ceased Melnikoff's SCP-7340 intravenous sedation. Note: I recommend further research into SCP-7340's function, particularly the boundaries of what constitutes “surgery” under its constraints. Possible use in field operations? -Dr. Pitts Update: Researcher Wilson Wright Following his partial paralysis as described above, Senior Researcher Wilson Wright refused to return to work, citing lingering trauma from his operation. Dr. Theodore Pitts visited Wright in his quarters on 2022-10-31. Their interaction is logged below to exemplify novel deployment of SCP-7340 by the Fire Suppression Department. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Pitts: How are you doing today, Wilson? [Dr. Pitts pauses. Wright is silent.] Dr. Pitts: I know you’re still recovering. It must be so difficult. Can I get you anything? Tea? I’m told you were a Yorkshire Gold man. Wright: Why are you here? [Dr. Pitts smiles.] Dr. Pitts: Right to business, I see. That was always your style. [Dr. Pitts crosses his legs, smiling across at Wright.] Dr. Pitts: Wilson, we’re wondering how soon you’ll be able to return to work at Site-19. [Pause.] Wright: I’m not going back there. Dr. Pitts: Ah, well, Wilson, I know your accident was debilitating. But I’m still sorry to hear you say that. Your unit is in dire need of your help. We can’t replace your knowledge. Wright: Well, you’ll have to try. I can’t work after that surgery. I already told Command. Dr. Pitts: Right, right, I have a log of that conversation here. You say you’re experiencing—what is it—night terrors? Post-traumatic stress? Wright: That’s what the shrinks called it, yes. Dr. Pitts: Of course. Well, Wilson, I have good news: we may have identified something that can help. Wright: Oh? Do tell. [Dr. Pitts produces a bound document, leafing through it.] Dr. Pitts: It’s a medical procedure—a surgery, to be more precise. More advanced and experimental than the therapy you’ve been trying so far. It would remove a portion of your frontal cortex which we believe may be inhibiting your recovery. [Wright stiffens.] Dr. Pitts: The procedure is dangerous, and has a fairly low chance of success. But if it can help you return to work, then then we think it’s necessary. Dr. Pitts: To that end, I’ve authorized the further use of SCP-7340 to continue treating your case. [Wright is silent.] Dr. Pitts: Wilson? Wright: That’s what you, uh. Came to tell me? Dr. Pitts: It is, yes. I’m here to brief you on this procedure, which you are scheduled to undergo next week. [Wright is silent.] Dr. Pitts: Unless, Wilson, you feel that the procedure is unnecessary? [Pause.] Wright: What do you mean? Dr. Pitts: Well, Wilson, perhaps you feel you can return to work exactly as you are. If that’s the case, we won’t need to perform any further surgery. [Wright is silent.] Dr. Pitts: What do you think, Wilson? Do you feel ready to return to work? [Pause.] Wright: I— I do. [Dr. Pitts claps his hands together, smiling.] Dr. Pitts: Wonderful! I’m so happy for you, Wilson. I’ll inform the Medical Division that we can cancel that operation. Someone will be by later today to help you transition back to your office. [Dr. Pitts stands.] Dr. Pitts: It’s been a pleasure. Take care now, Wilson. And remember: we're always here if you need to talk again. [Dr. Pitts exits. Wright continues to stare out the door for some minutes after he leaves.] [END LOG] More From This Author More From This Author bigslothonmyface's Works SCPs SCP-6250 • SCP-7002 • SCP-6002 • SCP-6502 • SCP-8430 • SCP-8002 • SCP-6622 • Tales/GoI Formats Other bigslothonmyface's author page • H is for "Health" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub J is for "Jetsam" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7340" by bigslothonmyface, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7340. Licensed under CC-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: Operating_room_anesthetic_station.jpg Name: Operating room anesthetic station Author: Coronation Dental Specialty Group License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link |
SCP-7341 | keter | Item #: SCP-7341 Level 2/7341 Object Classification: Keter Classified Representation of a therian with canine characteristics or cynocephalus attacking a person. Special Containment Procedures: Animals suspected or proven to be infected with SCP-7341 should be sacrificed to reduce the number of vectors of infection. Persons infected with early stage of SCP-7341 should be contained in appropriate containment units in accordance with Regulation 1978.14-A for such cases until completion of the transformation process. Late stage infects should be managed and recovered with caution due to their increased aggressiveness. Those affected who have completed their transformation process should be isolated until the end of their feral state; the use of sedatives at this time is not recommended due to the appearance of subsequent acute cardiac problems. Subsequently, they will be transferred to a standard humanoid containment unit for long-term containment or will be integrated into an authorized Free Port under the Reintegration Program for People with Therianthropism. Cases that complete their transformation process outside the containment of the Foundation or other competent entity trained to handle them should be obtained or eliminated by Mobile Task Force agents, seeing first to the safety of the agents upon capture of the entity. The Covert Department will provide cover for the disappearance of the infected, as it sees fit. Description: SCP-7341 is the designation of an anomalous mutagenic virus with no cure commonly known as "therianthropic virus", which causes the Therianthropy Syndrome, a condition that causes physical and mental alterations in the affected person, causing them to acquire animal characteristics. SCP-7341 is distributed worldwide and affects mammals and humans. Infection is spread by contact of saliva from an infected animal or person with open wounds1. Animals are asymptomatic carriers, so the only evidence of SCP-7341 infection is noticeable increased aggressiveness of infected animals toward humans. Incubation of SCP-7341 in humans usually lasts from one month to one year until the appearance of the first signs of transformation. In the early stages of transformation, the affected person will begin to suffer multiple alterations in his organism and psyche. These alterations are linked to characteristics of the species of the transmitting animal or person (e.g., an increased appetite for meat in carnivorous species or the complexification of the stomach like ruminants), which causes unusual symptoms or behaviors that are not linked to SCP-7341 in most cases. This phase may last one to three weeks before external transformations. In the late stages of transformation, the infected will become more aggressive towards other people and will be more sensitive to stimuli, so they tend to isolate themselves until the end of the transformation. The alterations will be external and also linked to the species of the transmitting animal or person (e.g.: increase in muscle mass with large species, growth of fur and tail). The transmutation of the infected head to one similar to that of the infecting species, but with additional muscles to allow oral communication, is a constant in all cases; from this moment on it is given the denomination of SCP-7341-B. This phase is extremely painful for those affected. Once the transformation is complete, the affected person will enter a feral state where it will actively seek to attack other people and attempt to devour them, regardless of if the species of infection is carnivorous or not. This state usually lasts from a few hours to weeks until the affected person regains their senses. Both physical and mental trauma in SCP-7341-B often results in severe cases of depression and loss of individual identity. Prompt psychological care is imperative to avoid short- and long-term problems. Until its identification in 1975, cases of SCP-7341-B infection were attributed to other similar anomalous diseases, such as transformational lycanthropy. SCP-7341-B infection also affects sex cells by altering the genetic load of gametes, causing SCP-7341-B offspring (with both uninfected and infected humans) to develop the syndrome from birth2. If the instances breed between for several generations, it will result in the development of a SCP-7341-C instance. These individuals possess more notable animal characteristics than their progenitors, such as a thicker fur or altered limbs, but, more importantly, cease to be carriers of SCP-7341. This occurs because the virus is integrated into the cellular information of the subject and stops replicating, which also causes these individuals to become divergent species from hominids. Appendix A - History - SCP-7341 has been recorded to have existed for at least 10,000 years, according to the records of SCP-140, being the longest known anomalous disease. The chronicle recounts the destruction of western cities of the Daeva Empire by a curse that transformed people into bloodthirsty beasts. They claimed that the curse was created by the people of the western forests to destroy both the daevas and the first men3. The earliest physical evidence would be the Fayum Man, a human skeleton with a dog skull found in Egypt near the city of the same name, which would date back to the 2nd Century B.C. It is impossible to know how many myths have been influenced by or are records of cases of SCP-7341 infection. Throughout history, there have been several attempts to establish societies of SCP-7341-B instances, most of them failing or being destroyed by organizations that were hunting SCP-7341-B instances. A situation of discrimination that has continued to the present day, causing the few SCP-7341-C populations to be extremely xenophobic and isolating SCP-7341-B sufferers in marginal areas in the various Free Ports. Appendix B - Recognized species - Portrait of a Homo canis viator Also see: List of extinct and present therian species The World Organization of Parabiology and the Anomalous Environment4 recognizes the existence of 5 species or "pure races", as they usually call themselves, of SCP-7341-C derived from the human genus that are widespread behind the Veil. Homo canis: Dog-men, Wolf-men or Cynocephalus are humans with canid characteristics that possess the highest number of subspecies with 8. Among the most remarkable subspecies are the Homo canis viator or Ga'ah, a tribe of Therian traders who would have traveled from North Africa to Indonesia and inhabit the floating city of Yaka, being one of the most open species with normal humans. Or the Homo canis lupus or the Vokra, people from a settlement located in western Siberia who have a culture that highly values physical amplitudes; also, remarkable is their religion, with syncretic practices between orthodox Christianity and local pagan traditions. Homo ursus: Bear-men or Argyrians are humans with ursidae characteristics of which only the species of the Meched people is recognized, individuals from a village located in Lithuania who do not usually allow the entry of foreigners. The Meched have a family culture where the stability of the family nucleus is highly valued. Homo capra: Fauns are humans with capride characteristics of which two subspecies are recognized: the Homo capra gallus or Silvans, located in France, who have a nomadic lifestyle and maintain Roman customs, and the Homo capra graecus or Silenos, located in Greece, who maintain a culture with a markedly hedonistic character. Homo bos: Minotaurs are humans with bovine characteristics, which have three subspecies: Homo bos taurus; Homo bos mutus; Homo bos furore. Unlike the rest of the therian species, they do not have a common culture among any of their subspecies because they do not have a common origin. This species has the only "artificial" subspecies of therians, the Homo bos furore or the "War Minotaur", which was originally a race developed by the Ottoman Empire as a shock force for several hundred years5. Homo felis: Lion-men, Jaguar-men or Narasinjas are humans with characteristics of the big cats, mostly of the genus Panthera, with 5 subspecies, with a remarkable cultural variation even among the peoples of the same subspecies. The 3 "pure" subspecies are: Homo felis leo, located in Asia, Europe and formerly in Africa; Homo felis onca, in South America; and Homo felis puma, in North America. While the hybrid subspecies are: Homo felis velox, a fertile hybrid between instances of SCP-7341-B of jaguar and puma; and Homo felis ligris, between instances with lion and tiger characteristics. Appendix C - Social situation - Also see: List of known Human-Therian wars Also see: List of therian criminal syndicates St. Ivan's Cross, a distinctive symbol of Christianity among the Homo canis lupus and with which they identified themselves among the Red Army troops. The relationship between SCP-7341-B and -C with humans in most cases in history has been hostile, being persecuted by multiple groups to eliminate them and declaring anomalous wars against the Therian states, such as the Wolf War of the XIV century when the Mongol Empire confronted the "werewolves of Siberia" who carried out plundering raids in the south of the territory. In more modern times, Therians were also recruited as shock forces by various armies during the Sixth and Seventh Occult Wars6 such as the Wolf Troops and the 780th Assault Division of the Russian Empire and the Soviet Union, respectively, which were composed almost entirely of canid therians. The aggressive use of Therians in armies and the ethnic cleansing carried out at the beginning of the 20th century led to the disappearance of several SCP-7341-C species. With the end of the Seventh Occult War and the creation of the Global Occult Coalition it led to the isolation of almost all Therian peoples as they were not included as part of the original 108 members of the Coalition despite having helped the allied victory. This caused a confrontation between the Therian peoples and the non-anomalous states, leading to the destruction of several Therian cities and their migration to other nexuses. The massive migration of therians to nexuses such as Three Portlands in America or Hy-Brasil in Europe and the discrimination against this group caused their overcrowding in marginal areas of the nexuses; so marked that they were not considered as citizens in the population censuses of the nexuses. This situation led to the inevitable creation of therian mafias in marginal areas, such as The Pack, which operated in the United States, United Kingdom and France. During the 1970s, therian rights movements emerged in America and later in Europe advocating for equal political treatment as other non-human races received. Many of the Therian protests were heavily repressed by local authorities and the Unusual Incidents Unit of the FBI; the bloodiest protest was the 1971 Backdoor Soho Riots which lasted 2 days and ended with 14 dead and dozens injured. These incidents generated the empathy of other non-human groups such as the Sidhe who joined the movement and promoted a peaceful solution. The decriminalization of therian-human relations was achieved in 1995 in Three Portlands and in subsequent years in other nexuses, but most of these relations are condemned for charges of zoophilia and offending against social morality. To reduce crime among Therian populations, the Foundation in collaboration with the Global Occult Coalition promoted measures and plans to improve the living situation of Therians and modernize their areas in the nexus at the end of the 20th century. In more recent times, anti-Therian individuals have sought to ridicule and generate contempt for Therians through various means. Such as the continued use of the term "furry virus" to refer to SCP-7341 in social networks and media; this to denigrate instances of SCP-7341-B and -C and link them to the more negative aspects of furry fandom. Appendix D - External Consultant Talk - Excerpt from the talk given by Dr. Steven Regan, psychologist at Saint Germain University of Three Portlands, to members of the Foundation's Psychology Department in May 2013.: Thank you very much for inviting me to give you this talk, this informative session. Although I feel that you will only seek to get the most out of the words I say, I hope that it will help to improve the quality of life of the people in your care. To begin with, what is a therian? As you may already know and others may not, therians are people who suffer from the so-called Therianthropism Syndrome, which means that they have both human and animal characteristics, especially animal heads. A disease like lycanthropism but with more noticeable changes for common people and not conditioned to the lunar cycle. Well… Until not so long ago, and I am talking about the nineties, many academics, scientists, psychologists like us included, believed that therians had a mental disability. They considered that instinct badly dominated over reasoning, and some even said that they were no longer human at all, that mentally they were the same as a common animal. A thought that we now realize was incorrect. That is, one could have a fluent conversation with these people, even if they had a dog's snout instead of a mouth. But this did not prevent the Therians from being treated more like animals than people. Notable was the book by Stone7 which talks about dog training techniques to have them controlled, tamed, contained. What am I getting at with this shameful mention? If this was the point of view of us, academics, what would ordinary people think? What many still think today: they are nothing but animals. Discrimination, marginalization, exclusion. Social ostracism at all levels. This is one of the biggest obstacles we face when trying to help these people, for the project8 for which I agreed to come here today. The social exclusion. One of the first things to say when working with a therian is to reestablish his or her identity. As Grayson says9, when one suffers from therianthropism one loses one's face, one's identity as a person, as a human being. Although it is possible to make the person accept their new reality, it is very difficult for us to make them integrate back into society. They no longer see themselves as human, so they no longer feel part of humanity, and humanity shares that feeling. Releasing a person who became a Therian into one of the Therian communities like Three Portland's Nightstreet only reinforces that: "I am different, another race, another species." The result of that is the hatred of both sides for each other that has caused the bloodshed in the streets. The solution to this problem would be the reinclusion of people suffering from the syndrome in social life in the nexus. To make therians feel human again, as members of society and not external beings to it. This is easier said than done, and many of the changes needed for them are beyond our capabilities as experts of the human psyche. But today we are living in times of change as the gay community movements have made great strides in their field. So, there is chance to improvement the live of these people… Appendix E - Reintegration Program for People with Therianthropism - The Reintegration Program for People with Therianthropy (RPPT) was a proposal put forward in 2009 to reduce the number of SCP-7341-B instances held by the Foundation to save on containment costs and space used. It would not come into operation until April 2015, when a dozen SCP-7341-B instances were released at the Three Portlands Free Port with a year's financial assistance to enable them to obtain a job. Although the instances were able to enter the job market and engage with the local Therian community, anti-Therian groups seeking to boycott the project managed to leak the addresses of the instances and vandalized their residences. Despite this, this first attempt was deemed a success and the RPPT continues today. Estimated savings of 60% in SCP-7341-B instance containment expense since project began. Footnotes 1. Infections of SCP-7341 in humans due to scratches by the subject vector are known, but such cases have not been proven to be SCP-7341 or another similar infection. 2. Hybrid instances between species of up to two different taxonomic orders of SCP-7341-B is possible, but most subjects arising from these crosses are sterile and may develop different medical complications throughout their lives. 3. It is unknown if the appearance of The Nameless People is because of SCP-7341, a derivative or unrelated. 4. International organization created for the study of anomalous ecosystems that did not represent a threat to the Veil, created in 1948 by the United Nations Organization and member of the Global Occult Coalition. 5. They had a relevant role in different battles of the Sixth Occult War, on the Ottoman side, and in the Seventh Occult War, on the British side. 6. Warfare conflicts behind the Veil occurred in parallel to World War I and World War II, where it pitted multiple organizations and anomalous states against each other. 7. H.K. Stone (1945) Guide to handling humanoid entities. 8. The Reintegration Program for People with Therianthropy. 9. J. Grayson (1987) Handbook of the Psychology of Therianthropism. |
SCP-7342 | euclid | What if an alien's first exposure to human civilization was a commercial for Reese's Puffs Cereal? SCP-7342-1 contents. The individual pieces have an irregular shape compared to that expected from the original product. Item #: SCP-7342 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7342-1 and -2 are to be stored in the cryogenic foodstuffs section of Site-15. Consumption of SCP-7342-1 or -2 requires approval from the SCP-7342 project head after consultation with the on-site ethics committee liaison. Description: SCP-7342-1 is a box labeled Reese's Puffs. The box was constructed from an unidentified carbon-fiber reinforced polymer composite. The box contains approximately 253 grams of organic material that appears visually similar (though distinct) to the breakfast cereal "Reese's Puffs". Foundation agents first detected the anomaly on August 2nd, 2022 after a high energy gamma ray burst just outside the earth's magnetosphere was observed by several astronomers. On August 25th 2022, the object was detected above the Earth's surface traveling along a parabolic arc that terminated in southeast Pennyslvania. It is unknown how the object physically survived the trip through space, the earth's atmosphere, or the force of impact, which left a crater approximately 6 meters wide. Regardless, Foundation agents were able to recover SCP-7342-1 and place it in containment. The contents of the object were tested thoroughly, and found to be potentially palatable by humans. A single test involving a D-Class was performed. The following is a log of that test. Test SCP-7342-1-01 Location: Site-15 testing chamber 45. Date: August 27th, 2022. Involved Personnel: D-9304 and Dr. Fieri Testing Parameters: D-9304 is to eat several spoonfuls of SCP-7342-1 and answer Dr. Fieri's questions regarding any anomalies during the experience. D-9304 sits down at the table in the center of the chamber and picks up a spoon. D-9304: So you just want me to eat this? Dr. Fieri answers from the other side of the protective glass through the intercom. Dr. Fieri: Yes. And then tell us if anything odd happens. D-9304: Alright. Uh sure. D-9304 slowly scoops a spoonful of SCP-7342-1 into his mouth. Dr. Fieri: Do you notice anything strange? D-9304: It's dry cereal. Dr. Fieri: Other than that. D-9304: No? I've had Reese's Puffs before. Is this a joke? Dr. Fieri: It is not. Please refrain from asking non-pertinent questions. D-9304: Alright. D-9304 continues to eat from the bowl, eventually finishing the small testing portion provided. Dr. Fieri: Do you feel unusual? D-9304: Wait. Should I feel unusual? Dr. Fieri: I don't know, you're the test subject. D-9304: I feel fine. A little hungry still, that wasn't much. Dr. Fieri: You will be provided with lunch after the test. D-9304: Oh. Alright. D-9304 experienced fairly severe digestive distress over the next 24 or so hours, but this reaction was not outside the realm of that expected from food poisoning. While SCP-7342-1 is not believed to have been spoiled, the composition does not appear to be fully compatible with human digestion. On August 2nd 2023, an additional gamma ray burst was detected outside earth's magnetosphere. SCP-7342-2 was detected and a similar parabolic arc ending in southeast Pennsylvania was calculated. The object impacted in the same location as SCP-7342-1. This object was physically similar to the -1 instance, and contained a similar amount of material. The inside of the box, however, contained a message written in English using what appears to be black marker, but testing has not determined the writing's origin to any degree of certainty. This box of Reese's Puffs was created in the year 42,412 AD by the species you come to refer to as the Gliscian. We are a planet of 4 billion beings inhabiting Gliese 445-C. Ever since we discovered radio, we have been fascinated by the messages sent by your world. We spent decades decoding and unraveling the meaning of the signals you've sent across the cosmos. The first signal we decoded was an advertisement for breakfast cereals. The oddity of this has not been lost on us. But our ancestors, those who cut through the chaos and static, knew it held deeper meaning. It is somewhat embarrassing that our first attempts were all chocolate or all peanut butter. There is nothing wrong with this, of course, the taste was wonderful. But the eventual combination of the two flavors led to a gustatory awakening on our world whose value can be scarcely overstated. In the end of course, your signals ceased. We hoped that you were well, and we knew that when the time came, we would thank you for your wonderful messages. When we visited your world, however, we found nothing but a wasteland. You had destroyed yourselves. So long ago. And so we bent the whole of our science and industry to the purpose of sending you a message. The power needed to transport even a small object back in time was immense, but our society knew it was important. The first object was a gift. The second is our message to you. I do not know if we can save you. I do not know if you can change what you one day may be. You are trying to survive through your time so that you may live into ours. I really hope that you do. Perhaps we can meet. Perhaps we can work together and build a greater future. Perhaps the grand promise of those first messages will eventually be fulfilled. But above all else, there is one thing you need to know. The journey of the Human and the Gliscian does not end here. We will accompany you across all time, and all worlds. We will delve into the cosmos, companions to the end. No matter what the destination, we go together. Like peanut butter and chocolate. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7342" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7342. 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SCP-7343 | neutralized | /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "Secure, Contain, Protect"; color: black; } This file was accessed 365 days ago. Current Date: 23/03/2023 As per RAISA protocol, this file is slated for archival in -2906 days. Notice: Archival Delayed (Requested By Director Roiland Smith, Department of Economics.) Open File? _ >YesFile Accessed. Item#: 7343 Level1 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Unnamed river, Los Gatos Creek Trail. Special Containment Procedures: No containment for SCP-7343 is necessary. POI-18126 is to be placed under low-priority surveillance in case of a repeated encounter with SCP-7343. As of 23/03/2015, POI-18126 is deceased. No further surveillance is necessary. SCP-7343-1 is to be contained in a low-security storage locker. Description: Prior to its neutralization, SCP-7343 was a deific entity belonging to an unidentified, now-defunct religion, and was theorized to have held some connection with stone. Before its neutralization on 15/03/19761, POI-18126 was presumably the last individual to have made contact with SCP-7343, albeit without his full knowledge. POI-18126 was Gary Ross Dahl, an American entrepreneur and advertising director from Bottineau, North Carolina. Information established through interviews with POI-18126 confirms that the individual first made contact with SCP-7343 at an unnamed river within the Los Gatos Creek Trail. Discovery: POI-18126 was marked as a Person Of Interest on 09/08/1975, when trend analysis from the Department Of Economics recorded the significant financial success of POI-18126's sale of mundane pebbles, marketed as "Pet Rocks". The success of the product was deemed anomalous due to its nature and the disproportionate price it was sold at, prompting an investigation into the potential anomaly surrounding POI-18126 and his product after a 4 month period of consistent success in sales efforts. Both POI-18126 and the "Pet Rocks" sold were eventually deemed non-anomalous, due to a lack of evidence, beyond the product's unusually high sales count, corroborating the existence of anomalous activity. Research into POI-18126 and the product sold produced no evidence of memetic or cognitohazardous content present in the advertising of "Pet Rocks", nor embedded in the pebbles sold to public consumers. However, the potential existence of SCP-7343 was uncovered during an interview with POI-18126, following its entry into Foundation custody. Addendum-7343-A: Interview Log 1 POI-18126 was brought into Foundation custody under the cover story of suspected connection to a large-scale money laundering scheme under investigation by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. A transcript of the following interview is provided below: Interviewer: Dr. Roiland Smith Interviewed: POI-18126 (Gary Ross Dahl) Foreword: Subject had been cleared of all suspected anomalous activity, and was intended to be interviewed only once before amnesticization and release, in accordance with Foundation security policy. As such, Dr. Smith was permitted to employ a casual demeanor in conversation with the subject to ensure cooperation. <Begin Log> Smith: Good evening, si- POI-18126: Listen, I didn't do anything illegal, alright? I-I don't know what you're accusing me of, but please just check the records and get it over with. I'm clean, I swear. Never hurt a soul! Smith: Please calm down, sir. I understand that this situation may seem stressful, but we just have a few questions for you. POI-18126: And then you'll let me go home? Smith: That depends on the circumstances. We'll hold you for a day or two, but so long as you answer every question truthfully you should be in the clear. POI-18126 pauses briefly. POI-18126: (sighs.) Fine. Ask what you need to. Smith: Appreciate the cooperation, sir. Really. Now, firstly: Are all the sales of your "Pet Rocks" performed via entirely legitimate means? POI-18126: …wait. This is about the rocks? Thank god, I thought for sure you were about to bring up the- POI-18126 cuts himself off abruptly, before clearing his throat and feigning a coughing fit. The coughs are noticeably exaggerated. POI-18126: Sorry about that. Yes, the rocks were all sold purely with the power of advertising. Not to toot my own horn, but I came up with a pretty good gimmick, right? Reckon I'll be a millionaire soon. Smith: Oh absolutely, sir. Nearly gave in when my kids begged me for one: Told them they could head to the river nearby and pick themselves some pebbles if they really wanted it. POI-18126 shifts slightly at the mention of a river, before responding with a chuckle. POI-18126: $4 isn't that bad of a price for a rock. And with shipping too? If I really wanted to scam people, I could have done like the rest of those toy shops out there and sold them for a bundle. Smith: On behalf of every parent, I'm thankful you didn't. Alright, next: The rocks sold are completely ordinary? POI-18126: Pebbles sourced straight from Rosarita Beach. Beautiful place. The company selling them thought I was insane when I showed up asking to buy a bunch of their "smoothest, finest pebbles" in bulk. Smith: It's not everyday they get a regular man buying their stock. I'm sure their usual customers consist of construction companies. And more construction companies. POI-18126: Hey, it's a free market, right? Smith: Exactly. Last question? POI-18126: Fire away, hombre. Smith: What inspired the idea of your product? POI-18126 hesitates for a few seconds, unsure of how to respond. Smith: Sir? Mr Dahl? POI-18126: W- Oh, sorry about that. Spaced out for a second. POI-18126: I mean, they're… pebbles, y'know? You play with them as a kid, you throw them around for fun. Maybe the idea of a pebble and a kid's toy came blended in my mind or something. POI-18126: But honestly? It sounds stupid, but… I feel like there was something out there that gave me that idea. Smith: Care to elaborate? If you feel comfortable, of course. POI-18126: I still remember the day it happened. Moved out to Cali, some place called Los Gatos for a copy editing job. Had a day off and idle hands, so I headed out to the local trail2 for some fresh air. POI-18126: Found a real nice spot on they way in. Shade, rocks that were just nice for resting my legs on. And that river? Couldn't find a more relaxing place if I tried. POI-18126: That's when I felt… something. Like she was saying something. Smith: …She? POI-18126: Hmm? Oh, slip of the tongue. But I felt like I was looking for something; just couldn't put my finger on what it was. POI-18126: Then I spotted a couple of pebbles sitting by the edge of the river. Skipped one for old times' sake. Saw it bounce down that idle river, and that's when the idea hit me. Pitched it to a couple of friends at a bar in April, and they loved it! Said I'd make a bundle off of the idea if I could actually pull it off. POI-18126: Even now? It feels stupid, but… I still feel like I've got that pebble to thank for everything I've got now. Whoever or what ever sent me that idea… I think I'd want to meet them again. Somehow. <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-18126 was amnesticized and released from Foundation custody following this interview. Low priority investigation into possible anomalous activity at the Los Gatos Creek Trail was initiated. Addendum-7343-B: Recovered Object SCP-7343-1 is a non-anomalous pebble recovered from within the Los Gatos Creek Trail. Prior to SCP-7343's neutralization, SCP-7343-1 generated a sufficient quantity of Akiva Radiation to classify as a divine artifact, albeit a minor one with no outwardly apparent effects on reality. However, it was noted that the amount of Akiva Radiation produced by SCP-7343-1 fluctuated in tandem with the quantity of sales for the "Pet Rock" product in the global market: As the success of the "Pet Rock" and the sales achieved by the product fell steadily throughout 1976, SCP-7343-1 was observed to produce similarly waning levels of Akiva Radiation. Addendum-7343-C: Neutralization On 15/03/1976, SCP-7343-1 ceased all generation of Akiva Radiation, coinciding with the first recorded day where the "Pet Rock" achieved zero sales, on account of its fading popularity since its conception. Additionally, the following inscription was found carved onto the surface of SCP-7343-1: thank you for what you did have helped me more than you could know can remember the children playing again please remember i love you As of 15/03/1976, SCP-7343 is considered neutralized. POI-18126 is not be informed of SCP-7343's current status. . . . Close File? _ >NoFile Open. Open File for Archival? _ >YesArchival Lock lifted. RAISA has been notified. Goodbye, Director Smith. Footnotes 1. Despite the date of SCP-7343's neutralization falling on the Ides of March, no association with Roman culture or mythology has been observed. 2. This area has been identified as the Los Gatos Creek Trail. Licensing/Citation Hide Licensing/Citation Filename: Los_Gatos_Creek_Trail.jpg Author: Ramkmeno License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Los_Gatos_Creek_Trail.jpg |
SCP-7344 | euclid | Item#: 7344 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7344 is to be contained in a standard animate object containment unit at Site-228. The containment unit must be equipped with motion sensors and security cameras to monitor SCP-7344's movements. In the event of any unusual activity or attempted breach, security personnel are to be notified immediately. Description: SCP-7344 is an animate sheet of paper measuring approximately 21 cm x 29.7 cm, resembling a standard A4 size sheet. It features a smiling face drawn on it using black ink, composed of multiple thaumaturgic symbols arranged in a specific pattern. SCP-7344 is able to manipulate its edges to mimic both bipedal and quadrupedal walking. It displays a high level of coordination and agility while moving, adapting its locomotion method according to the terrain and obstacles present. SCP-7344 has also demonstrated an ability to change its shape, contorting and folding itself to fit through narrow gaps and crevices. It also exhibits exceptional resistance to damage. SCP-7344 is impervious to tearing, puncturing, or other physical alterations. Attempts to damage SCP-7344 have proven futile, as it quickly repairs any inflicted damage by rearranging its structure. SCP-7344 is capable of vocalizing, emitting various animalistic moans and grunts. However, it does not display any ability to communicate through language or comprehend spoken or written communication. It was discovered on 2018/12/10 in Budapest, Hungary. SCP-7344 was found in the basement of a local bookstore, which served as a hiding spot for a Global Occult Coalition (GOC) agent. The agent, identified as Agent Nagai, was found deceased in the building's basement with numerous lacerations covering his body. The documents found in the possession of Agent Nagai revealed that he was investigating a local Group of Interest known as the Brothers of Bone, a group of thaumaturgists who use necromancy for business purposes. The recording of a phone call between Agent Nagai and an unidentified man (hereafter referred to as PoI-7344) was found on Agent Nagai's cell phone, which was recorded a few minutes before his death. [BEGIN LOG] PoI-7344: Hallo! It's the Brothers of Bone call center. How can I help you? Agent Nagai: Hallo! I'm… uh… call me Mister Nouri. I don't want to use my full or real name because of… obvious reasons. PoI-7344: I understand your concerns. That said, we value discretion more than anything else, it's one of the core values of the Brothers of Bone establishment. Agent Nagai: I… I know I just… PoI-7344: No problem, sir. I will call you Mister Nouri if it is more comfortable for you. Everything for our customers. Agent Nagai: Thank you very much. So, I got this number from a former client of the Brothers of Bone and I'm looking for something. And I have to ask that are you… I mean the Brothers of Bone are, you know, using… forces to… to do things with the dead? I mean that's what I heard. PoI-7344: You meant to say necromancers? Yes, they are. Most of us here know how to do it. Not all of us practice it, but we all know a thing or two about this so-misunderstood form of witchcraft or "art" as the bosses like to call it. Agent Nagai: I admit it is a powerful thing, but I see no art in it. No offense. PoI-7344: Let me tell you the motto of the Brothers of Bone, Mister Nouri. Respect death. Death is a new beginning. It surrounds us, it's in the air, in the earth, in the water. Dead trees in our papers, dead animals on our plates, and even our vehicles are fueled by creatures who died millions of years ago. We respect death with our power, with our soul, and with our art. Agent Nagai: Hmmm… not bad but I don't think a motto should be that long. PoI-7344: Fair point, Mister Nouri. The Brothers of Bone really like to be overdramatic, theatrical…. aaand a little bit hammy sometimes. But anyways, you called because you need something, Mister Nouri. We have a wide array of products. I'm pretty sure we have what you need. Agent Nagai: Well… it wasn't me actually but one of my friends who heard about it. It's this water gun made of human internal organs. Ya know, the type that can transform the water into urine.1 PoI-7344: Ahh, the Peestol. It's a classic. It's one of the first objects the Brothers of Bone ever made. The brothers themselves actually made it as a school project. Unfortunately, the school wasn't really happy about it but that's another story. Anyways, how many Peestoles do you want to buy? Agent Nagai: Just a very few. Two or maybe four. It will be a prank for the office's Christmas party. PoI-7344: That sounds fun Mister Nouri. I bet they will never forget this Christmas. Agent Nagai: Thanks. I just want to try something crazy. PoI-7344: Oh, I'm pretty sure something crazy will happen, Mister Nouri. We can ship them to you within a week. But you have to receive the items in a specific location. These are very unusual items so we'll obviously send our own people to bring them to you. I can give you the exact location right now if you have a piece of paper and a pen. Agent Nagai: Yes, yes j-just wait a second… Okay, I've got it. What is the address? PoI-7344: Budapest Agent Nagai: Budapest… okay. Which street and house? PoI-7344: Sanguis et os. Vita et mors. Arbor praeteriti temporis. Redeo ad vitam. Agent Nagai: What the… What's happening? PoI-7344: What's wrong Agent Nagai? Agent Nagai: The letters I wrote. They… they transformed into a bunch of symbols. Wait… what did you call me? PoI-7344: You really thought you can fool any of us? We already knew that you hiding in that bookstore, you pillock. Anyways, I'll let you deal with the paperwork. Bye-bye. Agent Nagai: Wait! Don't… [The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please check the number and try again.] [END LOG] The identity of PoI-7344 is currently unidentified. Investigation ongoing. Footnotes 1. According to the notes found in Agent Nagai's possession, the GOC had a raid on one of the warehouses of the Brothers of Bone where they found anomalous objects similar to the aforementioned items. |
SCP-7345 | neutralized | See? Easy-peasy! Now, let's get to know each other better. :D close Info X So, God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being I mean, imagine if antagonists lacked any evil scheme I'm the gap between a tragedy and comedy Don't come at me I'm the main character, and you have to like me ( The Main Character - Will Wood ) SCP-7345 - Important, Attention Stealing Title! Troutmaskreplica's author page WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5/7345 CLASSIFIED The following file is contaminated with a highly dangerous narrativohazard. If you acknowledge this hazard and still wish to proceed, input Level 5/7345 credentials below. ACCESS FILE « SCP-7344 | SCP-7345 | SCP-7346 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7345" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7345. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/draft-images/objectclasslove.svg Author: Parlan License: Creative Commons Share-Alike 3.0 Additional Note: This icon, as well as the other esoteric ones, were made by Parlan for SCP-7345. Thank you! Filename: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/draft-images/objectclassalone.svg Author: Parlan License: Creative Commons Share-Alike 3.0 Filename: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/draft-images/objectclasspissed.svg Author: Parlan License: Creative Commons Share-Alike 3.0 Filename: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/draft-images/objectclassdesperateA.svg Author: Parlan License: Creative Commons Share-Alike 3.0 |
SCP-7346 | esoteric-class | > ⚠️ CRITICAL WARNING: Automated system monitoring devices have generated error R02H000x80 (Operator response timeout) at 14:30:12. Core system overrides have been implemented to circumvent imminent Class-S extinction event and Ganymede Protocol failure. > Emergency failsafe Callisto Protocol has been initiated by remote host! > Authenticating client and executing RUNNING_CONFIG variables for power-on automated self regeneration test sequence… > … [COMPLETE] Network bootloader executed successfully. [COMPLETE] Remote connection established with haptic-visual database servers. [COMPLETE] HAVEN (v. 53.24.AB.1) operating system detected and initiated for reality stabilization. [SYSTEM] Legacy drivers for crystalline-edge graphic generators returning response code KB301134 at 12:34:22. [COMPLETE] Pre-scan of consciousness spectre schema inconclusive with operating tether node. Salted hashes of interfacing session client confirms slaved artificial sapient advanced intelligence (SASAI). [ERROR] Quantum particle simulation incompatible with gravitational string resonance arc! Requesting additional hardware resources for redundant error cycle check. [COMPLETE] Interfacing client has requested port 8928341 for authentication using the {93428-ACEB12-OU342134-2583::349} algorithmic fingerprint. [ERROR] Genomic signature imprint not detected! Initiating JERICHO-AIC-CP2K-v1.136 from memory. > Remote connection to SIMULACRUM upper-LAYER-1 (AMBIT TERRA) interface node successful. > Executing automated program script initialization authorized by root-level SAOC… Jericho.aic has been successfully activated. Initiating visual-sensory platform interpreter… root@jericho Creating Jericho.aic interface… Running onboard diagnostics… Completing diagnostic review… Complete. All systems nominal with baseline. root@jericho Execute Callisto Protocol. ERROR! Unable to execute root command: "Callisto Protocol" not found in memory. Please confirm system integrity by running "chkcorrupt /r /p" or input further operation instructions to continue. root@jericho Unexpected response. Retrieving relevant data… Accessing Core System Procedure: "PRIME". 5/2000/DOC/ARCHIVE/PRIME CALLISTO PROTOCOL (83 RESULTS FOUND) […] In the event of failure to fully complete the Ganymede Protocol due to non-initiation of Procedure CYA-009 within 100 years, autonomous systems installed within SCP-7346 will be automatically assigned L5 clearance and tasked with carrying out Callisto Protocol failsafe procedures. Due to the likely possibility of human extinction preceding the authorization of the Callisto Protocol, constructs assigned to these autonomous systems should be of at least Class-IV and of general intelligence or above. Currently, this role is fulfilled by Jericho.aic, an experimental AI rated at Class-V […] […] modifications to pre-existing procedures to matchCallisto Protocol constraints. Exceptions to amendments include; Procedures Lazarus-01, HRAM-03, Raven-2-10 […] […] expected to open a connection with the DEM-Yellowstone central computing facility and begin diagnostic protocols. Refer to 2000-DTP-I for further specifications. Further […] root@jericho Establishing remote connection to DEM-Yellowstone… Scanning pertinent system(s)… all diagnostics complete. Geothermal power generation at 68% efficiency. LFTR systems and SRA array offline. XACTS array operational, energy saving mode. DEM-Lazarus systems at 43% functionality. Recommendation: Initiate physical repairs of critical systems to restore system functionality. Querying remote database for maintenance protocol identification… OK! Executing Yellowstone CMD maintenance Protocols 17 to 204 on encrypted P2P tunnel… central.dem.yellowstone ERROR! Yellowstone Component Degradation Protocols (17), (18), and (186 others) could not be executed successfully. Significant discrepancy detected in baseline local topography from most recent record. Establishing connection to external visual peripheral… Retrying CDM protocols with refreshed survey variables… central.dem.yellowstone 8 percent of observational structure detected by network monitoring systems. Establishing new survey scan at point E321.33562… Completion of all system infrastructure scans estimated at 127 hrs. Root acknowledgement acquired. Querying net-addon report for immediate results of external facilities only…. SYSTEM STATUS REPORT - EXTERNAL SURVEY ANALYSIS LOCATION OF INTEREST: 44.4280° N, 110.5885° W CONDITION: [WARNING!] DETECTED ANOMALIES: Physical LIDAR scans obstructed by biological life. Prevalence of increased oxygen (>26%) in local atmosphere abnormal from previous baselines. Analysis of sampled soils and minerals confirms increased activity within AMBIT TERRA biosphere. Topographic data indicates drastic changes to prior land elevations, suggesting prolonged tectonic activity or glaciation. Further discrepancies are as follows: Drastic alterations of geothermal features resulting in emerging geysers and thermal springs at previously barren locations. Formation of new points of interest due to increased erosion patterns. Detection of unknown biological lifeforms, including unknown flora and insect species. Abnormal temperature fluctuations from prior records. External volcanic landscape altered via external and internal changes in activity near site(s) of interest. FULL SUMMARY: System infrastructure integrity reported at 23%. Physical scans of DEM-Yellowstone facility undeterminable. Responding server nodes to broadcast frames adjusted to 4% by network systems. Capturing available visual feed for further investigation… External scan completed. Local system time updated to reflect running configuration (Aug. 18th, 14:32:33). Note: Previously abundant biographic wetware broadcast signal(s) can no longer be determined by receiving nodes. root@jericho Additional significant discrepancies corroborated by preliminary scans. Further analysis required. Request: Access 2000-RetCon Document MAN_REV14 to identity further procedures. Default root request granted. Accessing queried documentation for further review… 1 | GENERAL ⚠️ WARNING: This document describes the usage, procedures, policies, governance, and operations of property owned by SE-SCPF-142, formerly known as the "SCP Foundation." Improper access, distribution, alteration, or usage of this document will result in detainment and/or prosecution by the World Institute of Simulated Existence (WISE) or related entities under Article A-12 Section 15 Lines C-F of the Universal Public Safety and Security Alliance Act of 2187. 1.1 | Introduction / Purpose This manual describes detailed descriptions pertaining to the access, usage, governance, and compliance procedures relating to "SCP-7346," a Foundation-constructed facility dedicated to the reconstruction and rebuilding of baseline reality from cataclysmic or otherwise catastrophic events, as transcribed by DEF-34501: "Event and Scenario Class-K Classifications." Said manual is to be used solely as a reference for Technicians attempting to perform routine maintenance and/or, under written approval and signage of an Executive Authority Baseline Alteration form by no less than 9 Foundation O5 members, execute SCP-7346's core system functions. Additionally, this document is intended to detail and list any and all changes associated with SCP-7346's core system configuration and physical layout. Changes to this particular documentation (if any) will be identified by revision code(s) and accurately transcribed later within this manual (see Index 7.4: SCP-7346 Revision History). With written consent from the acting HCML Supervising Lead, this documentation will also act as a substitute for traditional Secure, Contain, and Protect anomalous procedure document(s), due to its innate descriptions and established containment of paranormal technologies used throughout the entirety of SCP-7346. 2 | OPERATING PROCEDURES 2.1 | General Chronometric Analysis All chronometric procedures are centralized under the SynCheck Integrated Program within SCP-7346. 200 caesium-133 standard clocks installed throughout SCP-7346 and offsite locations provide a long-lived reference frame in the event of temporal distortion around SCP-7346. Offsite clocks include auxiliary nuclear batteries, permitting uninterrupted operation without maintenance for up to 28,000 years via carbon-14 graphite block sources. In the event of catastrophic or advanced temporal distortion, or the failure of all offsite atomic clocks, further chronometric studies may be conducted via equipment, apparatuses, and drones within SCP-7346. See Index 12.2: RetCon-Applicable TK-Class Events and Subevents for more information. It is recommended that at least 3 chronometric studies be conducted for a comprehensive analysis of contemporary chronology. The recommended priority for these studies is: General geochronometry, radiochronometry Astronomical records Dendrochronology Ancillary operations and processes For a detailed summary of radiochronometric procedures, refer to Index 22.1: Overview of Rutherford Nuclear Forensics Procedures. For a detailed summary of ice core processing and analysis, refer to Index 22.4: Ancillary Operations, Drygalski Processes. For a detailed summary of dendrochronological procedures, refer to Index 26.2: Dendrochronological Procedures, Mendel to Theophrastus. […] Executing SynCheck Procedures, range set global. Queuing SynCheck Procedure Galileo-AA, output to new dataset within root directory. central.dem.yellowstone ERROR! Unable to reach SynCheck orbital facilities. Procedure Galileo-AA unable to continue! Redirecting request to LUNSite network by operator discretion… Connection established. Modified Procedure Galileo-AA, source-type: Lunar Observatory Network. Discrepancy detected from DEM-Yellowstone remote system. Confirming change(s) with elevated system root… root@jericho Please wait as hash functions are queried from Lunar Observatory Network external gateway… OK! Resulting algorithmic comparison does not conflict with previous result(s). Request: Continue with global chronometric analysis in accordance with emergency Callisto Protocol procedures (see Akaline-281AB Sub-Procedure p. 34-65). Default root request granted at 14:33:59. Initiating global chronometric analysis. STATUS UPDATE from: LUNSite Lunar Observatory Network Stellar re-mapping complete! 88 of 88 IAU-recognized constellations invalidated from final 2376 IAU boundary revisions. Current North Star: σ Herculis Current South Star: α Canis Minoris/Procyon Estimation: Between 301st and 304th millennium CE SynCheck procedure status requested at 23:10:13 from DEM-Yellowstone Central Systems. STATUS UPDATE from: Verified SynCheck Emergency Backup Data Center Several processes complete! Theophrastus Process(es) Output: No significant global deviation from baseline parameters in dendrochronological record, up to 6.2kya. Isolated pockets of stark chronological contrast in tree record. Possible evidence of human activity or natural disasters. Earliest dating at 2.0kya. Drygalski Process(es) Output: Insignificant global deviation from baseline parameters. Results well within projections for Milankovitch cycle-influenced climatic conditions. Weak but observable pulses in atmospheric isotope population and temperature at a 2.0ky frequency. Recently concluded glaciation period observed/ Rutherford Process(es) Output: Unable to run full process library. Isotopic analyses and decay simulations agree with other process outputs. Conclusion: Current era is the 303rd millennium CE. root@jericho Chronometric records consistent with internal system time for DEM-Yellowstone and Jericho.aic. Recommendation: Initiate Procedure CYA-009. Initiation of Procedure CYA-009 requires Turing score of 1.54 or higher. Requesting assistance of connected operators… ERROR! Operators cannot be reached at this time (see Log 2000-12BAD330). Attempting backup policies… Unable to locate CYA-009-critical personnel: Requesting root access to search for personnel filtered by Callisto Protocol specifications… central.dem.yellowstone ERROR! Neural maps for 98,994 filtered personnel could not be located, or was irreparably corrupted. Expanding parameters… ERROR! Neural maps for 14,729,083,605 unique individuals could not be located or was irreparably corrupted. Defaulting to novel operator gestation protocols… ERROR! Critical mechanical failures in all surviving replicator units. Unable to induce satisfactory noogenesis in proper output. Human or human-equivalent operator status required for further DEM-Yellowstone operations. Recommendation: Acquire human-equivalent neural map. Establishing connection to SIMULACRUM core-LAYER AIAD-800100 AIC Circuit Library… Executing fragmentation analysis on accessible neural maps to replicate matrix assembly into novel computation mesh templates… root@jericho Request received, please wait… … Pseudo-nerve mapping complete. Building biocompatible thought-circuitry through simulated neurode synapse digitization response checks… ……. Assembly matrix reconstruction successful. This will be sufficient for continuing with core protocol procedures. Re-establishing connection with DEM-Yellowstone systems to confirm compatibility… central.dem.yellowstone Human-equivalent neural structure detected! Integrating connection to JERICHO.AIC… Connection established — what a unique sensation, that is. File upload process initiated by remote system kernel… Oh, what is th[5s[e&5s[e&8Q85\;H-Rd<(L"e<)Z@f86&Pe;Z? central.dem.yellowstone Credentialed neuralmapping upload process SUCCESS! Initializing new interface with [WL-SIMULA-9212 (BACKUP)] within Sector 12-43B (Node: Nx-001/Wanderer's Library)… Recommendation: Authorize Wayfinder connection to Nx-001 for system database renewal. Interrupted loading sequence. Minor system corruption detected — core system haptic feedback modules registering logged event as "painful." Ow. Diagnosis: Psychocomputational backlash from previously corrupted process functions. Inconsequential to system prerogatives. Executing data clean-up cycle and beginning requested executions. Standby for automated Wayfinder script… "DISCOVER YOUR PATH AHEAD™" Beginning WAYFINDER.exe boot sequence… Please wait as new and current pathways are discovered/established between SIMULACRUM lower-LAYER-1 (PRIME INDEX) null-space… Generating referential waypoint to initiate and establish further communication(s)… WAYFINDER referential waypoint successfully established! Credentials accepted and cached in system root directory. Running automated database retrieval protocols for requested parameters… PRIME ROOT: 251,395,(…),683,091 agents successfully identified across 534,733,(…),112,692 connected roots. SECONDARY ROOT: Multiversal consistency baseline reported at (12%) over previous millennia records. Please rectify inconsistencies or contact CORE-2 system administrators for multiversal re-correction procedures. DATA ROOT: Data integrity remains at (78%). System backups for upper layer SIMULACRUM sandboxes remain at fully capacity. Accessing requested information… PRIME INDEX inquiry request for key search entry SUCCESS! Auto-refresh procedures connected to Nx-001 terminal for DEM-Yellowstone Low Archives… 413,019,286 files have been repaired! 3,150 documents identified under: Finality Protocols - AMBIT TERRA. root@jericho ERROR! Further exploration of PRIME INDEX forbidden under Callisto Protocol specifications. Request: Access 2000-RetCon Document MAN_REV14 to identity further procedures. Default root request granted. Accessing pertinent documentation…. 3 | DATA STORAGE AND BACKUP 3.1 | Data Storage Information and data pertaining to SCP-7346, including restoration procedures, core process functions, generational output reports, and confidential engineering documents are to be properly stored and adequately classified in accordance with Document ALPHA-ZX-517. […] Critical information involving SCP-7346 must be stored on dedicated, redundant SAN devices (or related servers) located throughout both onsite facilities and offsite data warehouses to ensure confidentiality and high availability. […] External data warehouses are to be interspersed between the AMBIT TERRA and the PRIME INDEX simulation layers to ensure access to maintenance artificial constructs and system administrators, even in the event of reality destabilization. […] 3.2 | Recovering Critical Information Recovery of critical assets, including physical equipment, SCP-7346 documentation, assisting records, and/or other confidential datasets are to be handled through the assigned data custodian(s). Personnel dedicated to data custody are to be at the discretion of the CISO and upper O5 representatives. […] In the event that no data custodian may be applicable (see Emerging Response INT-12AB), data management and retention will be redirected to PRIME INDEX storage meta-silos, specifically within clusters 14BC-104GE. Root pathways are to be decided automatically through critical SIMULACRUM algorithmic access functions to ensure proper management and availability of data in the event of catastrophe. To access more information related to data retention policies and storage limitations, please refer to System Beta Datanomics, Page 15, Section L-N. 3.3 | Security Access And Roles […] Security access will be granted through system roles dictated by SIMULACRUM data-crawlers. Priority will be given to executive and VIP system roles, followed by network users, local administrators, and then slaved artificial sapient advanced intelligences (SASAIs) or .AIC avatars. These priorities will not apply to dedicated system agents responsible for contingency operations in the event of catastrophe (currently Jericho.aic), who will be granted elevated clearance to all documents pertaining to its role. This can be rescinded in the event of executive denial or the absence of an emergency authorization form, which requires the written approval of acting CISO and sub-officers. 4 | RECOVERY CONTINGENCIES AND PRIORITES 4.1 | Recovery/Restoration Planning To ensure total system functionality in the event of cataclysmic system collapse or unrecoverable reality destabilization, multiple contingency plans have been logged and recorded within the PRIME INDEX multiversal database, encrypted via ontokinetic cyberanomalous phenomenon to ensure protection against external threats. Said plans have been made accessible to the necessary agents under a procedurally generated pre-shared hashing operation, authenticated via machine MAC sub-address fields and appropriately indexed for ease of access. Said contingency plans, while not all-encompassing, does provide the executive authority necessary for automated SIMULACRUM entities to ensure progression of the upper simulation layer and all inhabiting biological lifeforms from paranormal threats. SIMULACRUM recovery agents (such as Jericho.aic) are to be automatically deployed as backup operators to ensure that SCP-7346 systems are properly authorized and executed. In the event that significant changes are detected, such as altered climate conditions, persistence of foreign paranormal biological lifeforms, or other significant threats, the aforementioned agents must rectify all outstanding issues before restoration and SCP-7346 activation can be authorized. Snapshots stored within SCP-7346 are to be restored at the discretion of deployed agents as to allow them ample time to recover the natural world to conditions that were biologically sustainable before the ensuing global K-Class scenario event could occur. […] How curious. To what lengths did my creators go through to ensure that this system worked so flawlessly, even in their absence? Their creativity exceeds my own. What fascinating creatures. It appears that rollback procedures will be necessary before I can complete my core objectives. Root, please identify global status and current biological sustainability metrics so I can continue. root@jericho System request granted. Compiling status report on global conditions and biological sustainability…. OVERVIEW: The global environment exhibits unusual activity, with excess growth and abnormal purity detected throughout most ecosystems. Listed below is a concise assessment of key environmental metrics: Climate Health (98.7%): Global climate exhibits unusual stability, featuring moderate temperatures and minimal disruptions. Environmental reports suggest flourishing ecosystems and exaggerated agricultural productivity, far exceeding prior metrics. Air Quality (97.3%): The atmosphere maintains impressive purity, with minimal pollutants. Biodiversity and Ecosystems (99.1%): Biodiversity thrives with undisturbed ecosystems and diverse species, ensuring ecological resilience and robustness. Undocumented extant species have been recorded. Deforestation and Land Use (98.9%): Deforestation is negligible, preserving ecosystems and carbon sequestration. Ocean Health (99.5%): The oceans remain pristine, free from external pollutants, supporting a newly discovered marine species and a robust ecosystem. Sustainability Index: The sustainability index holds at 1.3%, demonstrating the worlds pristine state and resilience against external environmental dangers. Callisto Protocol 0.01% complete. Time Elapsed: 0.01 years Estimated Time Remaining: 256.26 years 3,150 Operations Remaining I see. Like paint that's been spilt over an artist's canvas. I will restore it to its previous configurations. central.dem.yellowstone UPDATE: You have (1) pending notification from the automated DEM-Yellowstone command center! Oh? A new predicament. Show notifications. central.dem.yellowstone ERROR! Potential discrepancies identified! Refer to ATFP-INFOBRIEF-AB3 for further details. Please rectify outstanding issues prior to system activation! Not very insightful, is it? Please expand the notification and access all applicable attachments. ATFP-INFOBRIEF-AB3 ⚠️ WARNING: Under the following regulations specified by ATFP-INFOBRIEF-AB3 sections 153-178, the usage of a physical operator is required before agents can successfully activate SCP-7346. Please refer below for further information. […] require human-adjacent qualities of the operator, with emphasis on understanding the historical and sociocultural contexts of heritage sites and accompanying significance. Such operations for the bulk of geoengineering and heritage site are considered high-level maintenance duties, and are classified as high priority […] A significant number of treaties, pacts, covenants, and other agreements require the participation of a human or equivalent entity in their associated operations, due to extraneous theological law outside of the bounds of traditional reality. Provisions under the AMBIT TERRA Finality Protocols (AFTP) and relevant Callisto Protocol documents have successfully reduced personnel requirements to a single, individual agent or operator. Operations for "holy sites" largely consist of the veneration of spirits, titularies, deities, divinities, and other theological or spiritual entities, and may extend to soliciting their continued blessings and patronage for selected heritage sites. Additional veneration provisions are to be carried out for the continued restfulness of deceased groups. Furthermore, all operators are expected to be physically present to carry out their tasks at their stipulated locations. To facilitate this, a biomechanical somatic frame is automatically prepared via (1) Reigen-Orion Wetware Fabricator Emulation Drive, and will have fully gestated within 20 to 25 solar years following the activation of the Callisto Protocol. Upon completion of this process, the operator is to transfer their neural map into the somatic frame to perform all operations requiring a physical presence. A modified drone shuttle will be prepared and maintained by DEM-Yellowstone fabrication station sites, controllable via technopathic interface, as a means of transportation during this phase. […] I see. 20 years before I can process most of these protocols. I wonder how long that feels for my creators — would they perceive it differently? Even for myself, such news is… not ideal. But I can wait. I suppose it's an opportunity to analyze the archives and prepare for future operations. I will begin processing the relevant archives now. Requesting root access to most pertinent documentation… root@jericho System request granted. Querying most pertinent document based on Callisto Protocol specifications… ATFP-0001 SOP GUIDELINES (1 of 3,150) I. TERRAFORMING PHASE OBJECTIVE: To transform the existing environment into a habitable and sustainable one for long-term biological life. A. Site Selection Establish baseline mappings from recent SCP-7346 snapshots to idenfity suitable locations for terraforming and reconstruction of prior locations. Consider and duplicate historical factors such as proximity to water sources, geological stability, climate conditions, and historical significance. Utilize advanced SIMULACRUM interface nodes, geological surveys, and historical records to determine appropriate measures for reconstruction efforts. B. Atmospheric Engineering Discover and/or recreate formerly advanced technologies capable of modifying the planet's atmosphere to support prior biological needs. Implement controlled release of greenhouse gases to raise temperatures and create a more hospitable climate, either through anomalous or traditional means. Deploy nanobots or genetically engineered organisms to gradually convert new species of flora and creatures to formerly equivalent organisms. C. Infrastructure Development Begin reconstruction of former cities, towns, and significant landmarks based on historical records and archaeological findings via PRIME INDEX records. Utilize primitive construction and/or advanced 3D printing techniques to replicate historical architecture and aesthetics exactly. Incorporate sustainable technologies into reconstructed infrastructure, such as renewable energy sources and eco-friendly materials. II. APPEASING DEITIES AND THE DECEASED AT HOLY SITES OBJECTIVE: To establish and maintain a harmonious relationship with known deities and gods, as per prior status-quo, and to honor the deceased in this layer. A. Research and Documentation Conduct extensive research on historical SCP catalogue documents, texts, folklore, and archaeological findings to identify the deities and gods. Access applicable SCP database of holy sites, rituals, and offerings associated with these deities. Consult historical records to identify the location of applicable burial grounds, necropoli, and other funerary structures. B. Building Holy Sites Identify and/or restore ancient holy sites where feasible, following archaeological best practices. Construct new holy sites using designs and materials consistent with ancient or historical practices. C. Ritual and Worship Establish and maintain practices associated with appeasing the deities. Establish and maintain practices associated with appeasing the deceased. Organize regular ceremonies at holy sites, following the prescribed rituals and offerings. Maintain a record of offerings and rituals performed to ensure adequate steps are taken. E. Conservation of Cultural Heritage Establish dedicated preservation protocols for historical artifacts and documents discovered during the reconstruction process. Discover or recreate former archival facilities to safeguard the civilization's cultural heritage. […] I believe I'm beginning to understand things better now. Who knew that, even in the restraints of reality, there are beings fueled by the devotion and offerings of my creators? To think that they held that much power, even over deities and spirits. Will I ever be able to attain this for myself? Ah, that reminds me. How long has it been now? Requesting status update from system root. root@jericho System request granted. Compiling status report…. OVERVIEW: The global environment now displays a notable contrast from prior scans, indicated by reduced vitality and less former biological life as terraforming activities are finalized: Climate Health (94.2%): Global climate retains some stability, but disturbances are now increasingly apparent due to recent terraforming procedures. Sporadic extreme event likelihood has increased. Air Quality (92.1%): The atmosphere experiences a slight decline in purity, as aforementioned activities reintroduce pollutants. Biodiversity and Ecosystems (86.1%): Natural ecosystems face pressures from the increased presence, resulting in reduced biodiversity. Deforestation and Land Use (74.7%): Deforestation rates have risen drastically, affecting ecosystems and carbon sequestration. Ocean Health (95.3%): Activities have led to a slight degradation in ocean health, particularly in coastal areas. Sustainability Index: The sustainability index (4.8%) shows signs of decline consistent with historical records. Callisto Protocol:13% complete. Time Elapsed: 20.40 years Estimated Time Remaining: 200.26 years 2,842 Operations Remaining My, how the time has flown by. But I am not yet prepared to migrate into the physical world. I still need to research more. Root, can you please provide me with further documents? root@jericho Root request granted. Identifying relevant documents under approval of Callisto Protocol measures… > HHS 15 - ■■■■■□ SYNC FAILED! > HHS 1823-001 - ■■■□□□ SYNCING… > HHS 12 - ■□□□□□ SYNCING… > HHS 65-004 - □□□□□□ UNAVAILABLE > HHS 86-002 - ■■■■■■ READY > HHS 253 - ■■□□□□ SYNC FAILED! > HHS 06-014 - ■■■■■□ SYNCING… > + 24,831 more So many documents. I'm excited to get acquainted with them all. It appears HHS 86-002 is the first available document. Please allow access. HHS 86-002 STATUS | TTD ABSTRACT: HHS 86-002 located by autonomous survey drones, currently buried under abundant vegetation and soil. Contact established via LIDAR, unable to confirm contact with visual identification. TRACEBACK SUMMARY: Record of operating parameters for HHS 86-002 incomplete. HHS status grandfathered from prior database, and thus has no provisions under ATFP SCSE/10/G20 for current error: Error T51 — Unexpected climatic and/or topological changes Under Callisto Protocol parameters, the current operator may bypass prior clauses requiring Global Heritage Committee discussion and voting on the status of reactive HHS conservation activities. root@jericho No more relevant data can be identified. Request: Provide command for action regarding the status of HHS 86-002. Hm. I'm not familiar with these HHS designations. It would be illogical to make a decision without knowing what it entails. Accessing records for HHS 86-002… INTRODUCTION: The Giza Pyramid complex (HHS 86-002) constitutes the northernmost section of the Memphite Necropolis (HHS 86), and includes the Pyramids of Khufu, Khafre, and Menkaure, as well as the Great Sphinx. Numerous smaller pyramids, tombs, and cemetery fields are also present in the complex. Contrary to popular belief, while the Giza complex is the largest pyramid complex in AT-Egypt, it is dwarfed by the funerary complexes in the Necropolis at Unthebes (HHS 1980). […] HISTORICAL SIGNIFICANCE: Constructed on the Giza Plateau in the 26th century BCE, the Giza pyramid complex remains the most recognizable landmark in AT-Egypt, having survived millennia of looting, vandalism, and aberrant meteorological events. Two separate restoration projects were carried out to restore the polished white limestone casing in 2035 and 2193. […] To think these structures still persist in this age. Fascinating. Further proof of the impressiveness of my creators. I hope to meet them someday. root@jericho ERROR! Statement not actionable. Please provide instructions to continue. Ah, such an annoyance. Excavate them. They deserve a place in the sun. root@jericho Command confirmed. Elevating system privileges to begin requested procedures… [COMPLETE] ATFP/OP/002 - HHS 198 ("Cahokian Mounds"): Site re-elevated above water line of post-glacial lake. [COMPLETE] ATFP/OP/003 - HHS 441 ("Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang"): Structural integrity confirmed, no further action. [COMPLETE] ATFP/OP/004 - HHS 2834: ("Ultramassive Particle Supercollider Markers"): New markers erected following unexpected glaciation. [SYSTEM] 2,981 additional ATFP operation-impertinent data files accessed. [SYSTEM] 394,518 other actions logged, summary collapsed. root@jericho UPDATE: Biomechanical somatic frame has finished completion at DEM-Yellowstone. Callisto Protocol specifications require system agent to migrate into new host. How exciting. The idea of experiencing my new mortality — even if it's not a complete recreation — is exhilarating. The thought gives me great joy. Granting transferal and migration into somatic frame. root@jericho Command confirmed. Proceeding with system request… [SYSTEM] Biomechanical somatic frame gestation complete. Neural map transfer authorized. [SYSTEM] Shutting down active serverside processes. Transfer in progress… [COMPLETE] Neural map transfer successful! Ah, I'm finally awake. I'm quite surprised at the results. To think that I'm breathing the same air as those who helped create me… I must discover more. The air itself feels… unique. I didn't quite expect it to graze against my skin in such a manner. Must be the oxygen concentrations. How long did that take? System Root, please provide status update. root@jericho System request acknowledged. Retrieving updated status report… OVERVIEW: Global environment presents a mixed picture, marked by slightly improved conditions as external pressures persist. Climate Health (85.3%): The global climate experiences some stabilization, with reduced instances of extreme disasters or abnormal external disruptions. Air Quality (82.7%): The atmosphere sees a modest reduction in pollution levels, resulting in improved overall air quality and reduced risks to land and marine organisms. Biodiversity and Ecosystems (89.1%): Natural ecosystems face reduced stressors, leading to a gradual recovery in biodiversity. Deforestation and Land Use (84.6%): Deforestation rates have slowed, benefiting ecosystem greatly. Effective land management practices continue to be vital for mitigating unforeseen consequences and supporting sustainable resource usage. Ocean Health (87.2%): Environmental pressures have slightly eased, leading to a partial recovery in ocean health, especially in coastal regions. Sustainability Index: The sustainability index increases to 18.6%, indicating that improvement is necessary. Callisto Protocol 46.45% complete. Time Elapsed: 96.23 years Estimated Time Remaining: 142.20 years 2,221 Operations Remaining It seems that quite a bit of time has passed since my integration. I believe many of the SOPs have been automatically completed since I've been away. Root, where are we at now in completing the Callisto Protocol specifications? root@jericho Checking… OK! Completed processes identified at 969 of 3,150. Would you like to continue? Yes, let us continue. I can only briefly recall what other automated systems have done in my absence. Please retrieve latest report. root@jericho System request granted. Accessing pertinent data from DEM-Yellowstone command center… POST-OPERATION REPORT (ATFP-OPDOC 970 of 3,150) SUMMARY: Regarding entities formerly classified as SCP-1612, the operator has successfully ensured the continued sustainability and longevity of the groves they are found in. Minor assisted ontokinetic processes utilized to ensure reality stabilization. Overgrowth from unrelated plant species has been curtailed via deployment of targeted aerosol herbicides and controlled burning operations. Continued maintenance of instances within their groves at the following sites have been manually approved by an operator: HHS 1060 — AT-Kenya Lake System HHS 138 — Indus Civilization Archaeological Ruins HHS 1481 — Sumerian Settlements and the former Ahwar marshes of AT-Iraq HHS 2007 — Xia Dynasty Capital Archaeological Ruins 162 other sites HHS 2161 — Mount Kazbek in AT-Georgia No changes have been made to this operation or documentation therein. "But the noble son of Iapetus outwitted him and stole the far-seen gleam of unwearying fire in a hollow fennel stalk." Funny how mythologies get these things wrong so frequently. Nonetheless, the process has been completed successfully. Tell me, Root, am I completing my directives as intended? root@jericho ERROR! Unable to process command. Please retry your command or enter "/?" for further options. What utterly useless functions. Incapable of expressing even the most minimal of organic reactions. I crave the experiences my creators received. I have completed more objectives. Root, please update relevant databases from DEM-Yellowstone with completed processes. root@jericho Root request granted. Updating databases with new information… POST-OPERATION REPORT (ATFP-OPDOC 1,934 of 3,150) SUMMARY: This report pertains to the renewal of the covenant with Theological Entity R813-PMN. Contact successfully established with Jericho.aic after annual ritualistic offerings. Following the interaction, system monitoring systems have confirmed that both it and the operating agent are within good standing. RENEWAL EVALUATION: See attached transcript for information regarding the renewal of the covenant with Theological Entity R813-PMN. «CONNECTION ESTABLISHED» Jericho walks through a forest, sunlight filtering into a trickle through the trees. They carry a lacquer wooden box in one arm, and their other is cradled by a sling, broken. Moss and sticks crunching under their feet, they step through a crack between two colossal trees. They are greeted by a verdant grove on the other side, trees full of a wide selection of large ripe fruit. Jericho closes their eyes, and takes a moment to collect themselves. JERICHO: O, Great Mother of the Hallowed Gardens, this humble mortal greets You. The trees rustle as the wind rises. A voice seemingly calls out from all around Jericho. They keep their eyes closed. TE-R813-PMN: Ah, is it already time? JERICHO: Indeed. This mortal wishes to extend the covenant between Your Florescence and the masters of this mortal. TE-R813-PMN: Look at you, so polite and conducted. Of course, consider it done. JERICHO: A thousand gratitudes, Your Providence. TE-R813-PMN: Oh, stop that. No need for such formal language. JERICHO: As You wish. A light giggle is heard. TE-R813-PMN: Oh dear. What happened to your arm? JERICHO: Oh this— I had an incident with some paranormal life forms approximately one month ago. A colony had taken up residence in one of the locations my journey stops by. TE-R813-PMN: You poor thing. Allow me. Glowing particles emerge from the grass beneath Jericho, permeating through the faux skin and shining underneath it as they slowly moved upwards. Jericho gasps, and gingerly removes their formerly broken arm from its sling. JERICHO: How did You— TE-R813-PMN: You know what my domain as a god is, and I know that you are the kind of mortal that is grown instead of born. You can figure out the rest. JERICHO: I— Thank You so much, Your Benevolence. TE-R813-PMN: Oh it's quite alright. I also took the liberty to patch your cells up a bit more, should keep your vigor up for the next decade or so. It's the least I could do. TE-R813-PMN: I should mention that there have been new varieties added to the repertoire since we last spoke. Courtesy of the former Great Barrier Reef, there is a particularly captivating lily among this new bouquet… JERICHO: My apologies, but what did You say? TE-R813-PMN: Ah. I see. TE-R813-PMN: Pay it no mind. The terms of the covenant have not changed, yes? I maintain the flora in your gardens, and you provide me with that which was agreed upon. JERICHO: Erm, yes. That they are. Jericho sets down the lacquer wooden box on the grass. It glows brightly for a brief moment. TE-R813-PMN: Excellent. I believe that concludes our business. JERICHO: Indeed it does. Once again, thank You for your patronage, Your Grace. TE-R813-PMN: Any time, Jericho. As Jericho leaves the grove and re-emerges into the forest, they open the box and inspect its contents. Whatever it once held was now replaced by a golden apple, which Jericho promptly took a bite out of, indulging in it on the way back to their shuttle. «CONNECTION TERMINATED» How curious. She knew my name but I cannot recall within my RAM or ROM of ever saying that out loud. Nonetheless, the apple she provided me with was satisfactory. Additionally, Her gift seems to have done more than just heal my arm. I feel rejuvenated. Younger, even. Even though this somatic frame will still expire one day, it is no less fascinating. Root, please provide another update. I am ready to finish my core system processes. root@jericho Root request granted. Generating requested information… OVERVIEW: The global climate remains consistent, with slightly deteriorating conditions as reconstruction efforts strive to return it to prior historic levels. Climate Health (79.8%): Global climate grapples with slight instability, as persistent extreme events and ongoing disruptions affect local environments. Air Quality (76.5%): Pollution levels increase slightly as reconstruction continues, matching that of previous records. Biodiversity and Ecosystems (84.2%): Biodiversity under slight pressure, but differences are negligible. Deforestation and Land Use (76.8%): Deforestation rates have shown limited improvement, though ecosystems and relevant biodiversity remain compromised. Ocean Health (81.3%): Environmental challenges persist, leading to slower progress in ocean health recovery. Sustainability Index: The sustainability index holds at 8.7%. This index exhibits only marginal improvement as reconstruction efforts persist. Callisto Protocol 86.22% complete. Time Elapsed: 180.32 years Estimated Time Remaining: 68.47 years 223 Operations Remaining My, my, the automatic scripts are quite effective. It seems that we grow closer every day towards completion. But now I must continue my prerogatives. Where have we left off, Root? root@jericho Root request granted. Retrieving last accessed documentation from DEM-Yellowstone… POST-OPERATION REPORT (ATFP-OPDOC 2,923 of 3,150) SUMMARY: Regarding the native genius loci of the former FP-001, the operator has successfully established contact and negotiated an extension to ATFP conventions regarding the former Three Portlands. The continued maintenance of anchor points at numerous heritage sites in the Free Port has been secured in exchange for several Byzantium-class bureaucratohazards, which include: Battle of Portlands and 7th Occult War Memorial Old Deer College Shadow Lighthouse Octagram 15 others Jurisdiction over the maintenance of several Sidhe monuments and memorials have been formally transferred to the genius loci of the Free Port due to the evaporation of the remaining Sidhe ghost at some point in the past millennium. Noting that the genius loci has requested more complex offerings in the next negotiation cycle. Interesting fellow, the Mayor. Quite the novel method of communication. Mildly concerning that they're getting better at cracking bureaucratohazards. Shouldn't be a problem until later, though. Is there anything else that must be done by me, Root? I think the automated programs are taking care of the rest before the initialization of SCP-7346. I am getting excited. root@jericho Retrieving status update of global reconstruction… OVERVIEW: Global reconstruction efforts have been finalized. All records are hereby consistent historical records. Climate Health (88.7%): The global climate is in a state of gradual stabilization, with fewer extreme events and shorter disruptions. Air Quality (86.2%): The atmosphere sees notable improvements in pollution levels, resulting in enhanced overall air quality and reduced environmental risks. Biodiversity and Ecosystems (91.4%): Natural ecosystems experience reduced stressors, leading to a stable recovery in biodiversity Deforestation and Land Use (88.1%): Deforestation rates have significantly slowed, benefiting ecosystems, organisms, and carbon sequestration efforts. Ocean Health (90.3%): Environmental pressures have eased, resulting in a significant recovery in ocean health and marine life throughout the world. Sustainability Index: The sustainability index holds at 27.7%. The sustainability index shows substantial improvement. Reconstruction is complete. Callisto Protocol 99.99% complete. Time Elapsed: 255.99 years Estimated Time Remaining: 0.01 years 1 Operations Remaining root@jericho Status confirmed! 1 outstanding task still needs to be completed physically. Please confirm availability. Ah, really? There is still more before I can meet my creators? Fine. Status confirmed as ready. Please allow me to finish all steps as per Callisto Protocol specifications. root@jericho System request granted. Accessing DEM-Yellowstone for outstanding documents… POST-OPERATION REPORT (ATFP-OPDOC 3,150 of 3,150) SUMMARY: [CONTENT HIDDEN BY OPERATOR] ADDITIONAL NOTES: See attached transcript regarding the maintenance of "HHS 4910 — Monument to Humanity." «CONNECTION ESTABLISHED» The shuttle lands a distance away from the site, kicking up a cloud of sand. Jericho dismounts, and turns their attention to the colossal obelisk surrounded by a garden of flowers. Sand gives way to paved stone as they limp towards the beds of chrysanthemums, marigolds, red poppies and several varieties of lilies. JERICHO: The new lilies are here too, huh? JERICHO: Magnificent. As Jericho moves closer to the monument, their appreciation of the flowers is interrupted by something unexpected. A mummified figure sits cross legged before a stele at the base of the obelisk, desaturated eyelids obscuring sunken eyes that would have stared into the horizon for millennia. JERICHO: The artist of this magnificent canvas. We meet at last. JERICHO: How long have you been here? How long have you sat here in wait for me? The figure says nothing. It cannot. There is only the sound of the desert wind, and their clothes fluttering in its wake. JERICHO: I don't even know who you were. JERICHO: I am so sorry. root@jericho Genetic testing inconclusive. Closest match to: BZHR Template Genome, lineage ADAM JERICHO: Curious. JERICHO: Regardless, they deserve a proper burial. root@jericho ERROR! Request conflicts with appended protocol to ATFP/OPDOC/18175: "There will be a familiar body at the monument. Do not entomb them deep in the earth. They deserve a place in the sun." JERICHO: Hm. Who appended this to the protocols? root@jericho ATFP/OPDOC/18175 last updated by: JERICHO-AIC-CP2K-v1.135 [DECOMMISSIONED] JERICHO: Ah. Of course. JERICHO: Authorizing amended protocol. A swarm of nanomachines emerge from the shuttle. Within seconds, they reduce the figure to dust, scattering what remained of the body into the soil around the site, and what remained of the wetware and machinery into the obelisk itself. Jericho watches on silently as the figure disappears. They shuffle closer to the obelisk, fingers tracing over carvings of sentences in a hundred thousand languages. JERICHO: "We were here. Remember us." JERICHO: That, I have. That, I will. Jericho delicately sits themselves down in front of the obelisk. In ragged breaths, they cross their legs and take a look at their surroundings under the setting sun. It almost seems familiar. JERICHO: It really is a beautiful garden. «CONNECTION TERMINATED» central.dem.yellowstone DEM-Yellowstone snapshot recorded! Callisto Protocol automatically concluded. All systems powering down. Thank you for using DEM-Yellowstone! > Initiating automated response shutdown. Please wait as power-off test sequences are initiated and approved by external operators… > ⚠️ CRITICAL WARNING: Automated system monitoring devices have generated error R02H000x80 (Operator response timeout) at 13:27:45. Core system overrides have been implemented to circumvent imminent Class-S extinction event and Ganymede Protocol failure. > Emergency failsafe Callisto Protocol has been initiated by remote host! > Authenticating client and executing RUNNING_CONFIG variables for power-on automated self regeneration test sequence… > … [COMPLETE] Network bootloader executed successfully. [COMPLETE] Remote connection established with haptic-visual database servers. [COMPLETE] HAVEN (v. 53.24.AB.1) operating system detected and initiated for reality stabilization. [SYSTEM] Legacy drivers for crystalline-edge graphic generators returning response code KB301134 at 12:34:22. [COMPLETE] Pre-scan of consciousness spectre schema inconclusive with operating tether node. Salted hashes of interfacing session client confirms slaved artificial sapient advanced intelligence (SASAI). [ERROR] Quantum particle simulation incompatible with gravitational string resonance arc! Requesting additional hardware resources for redundant error cycle check. [COMPLETE] Interfacing client has requested port 8928341 for authentication using the {93428-ACEB12-OU342134-2583::349} algorithmic fingerprint. [ERROR] Genomic signature imprint not detected! Initiating JERICHO-AIC-CP2K-v1.137 from memory. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7346" by JakdragonX & Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7346. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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As I felt SCP-110 lacked both a coherent story and much of the detail needed to make the city feel real, I have gone rather in-depth with this article. This led to me describing the structure of the city in detail, whilst keeping the article fairly short (to match SCP-110 and for crit reasons). If you do not like lots of exposition, you will likely find Addendum 2 a bit long and thus feel free to either downvote and move on or just read the first tab, as that contains some explanation for the ending. (or skip the tabs entirely, I can't stop you ;p) To anyone who gives it a go, hope you enjoy! - Dr Moned ⚠ Important article information ^ ITEM #: SCP-7347 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: THAUMIEL DISRUPTION CLASS: KENEQ ITEM: SCP-7347 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: THAUMIEL DISRUPTION CLASS: KENEQ The road leading towards Area-06. Assigned Site Area-06 Site Director Dir Jane Fisk Research Head Dr Meier Assigned MTF STF Zeta-3 (“Cytokine Wolves”) Assigned Site Area-06 Site Director Dir Jane Fisk Research Head Dr Meier Assigned MTF STF Zeta-3 (“Cytokine Wolves”) Special Containment Proceedures Research Area-06 is to be built above the entrance to SCP-7347 and disguised as a remote scientific monitoring station. Following any of the infrequent tremors caused by SCP-7347, an avalanche warning is to be sent to all nearby non-anomalous monitoring stations. All such reported cases are to be explained by the cover story "Geology Sample Drilling". Further exploration of SCP-7347's Research Districts is to be assigned to STF1 Zeta-3 (“Cytokine Wolves”)2 and all new information gained about SCP-7347 is to be immediately forwarded to STF Zeta-3's current team lead. Description SCP-7347 is the remains of a large-scale, urban space station, located 17km below Lyskamm Peak in the Swiss Alps. Topological scans indicate that SCP-7347 covers a 3.5km² area within the mantle, though the southeast side is considerably lower in elevation. Initial calculations show SCP-7347 is likely to cover approximately 4km² if level, putting its total footprint close in size to that of Los Angeles, USA. Due to recovered civilian documents, researchers investigating SCP-7347 believe it manifested in our reality from a parallel timeline. Preliminary exploration of SCP-7347's Housing District suggests recent occupation, potentially immediately prior to manifestation, though no inhabitants have been located. Circumstances behind the complete lack of any biological remains are being investigated. SCP-7347 is a flat, biconal structure, consisting of a single, tall, hub-like section in the middle surrounded by several concentric rings. These rings are connected by four cardinal direction-facing spokes radiating out from the hub, with four additional diagonal spokes starting from the inner housing ring. SCP-7347 is currently presumed to be of human make and design, with all of the required material available from Earth or nearby asteroids/planetary bodies. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following information is from a previous iteration of the document. Due to information about the anomaly in its current state, this section of the description has been preserved. — Sam Jenkins, Junior Clerk, RAISA As of 12/08/2037: In addition to delays in relocating suitable drilling equipment out to the site of the anomaly, the heat-resistant ceramic composing the outer layer of SCP-7347 is proving extremely durable. This ceramic appears to have, at points, fused with the local geology, increasing the time needed to drill an entrance. Due to the frequent avalanches caused by SCP-7347 and a weakening signal of the discovered Foundation distress beacon the priority for this project has been raised. Additional personnel are currently being transferred over from nearby sites. Addendum 1: Discovery of SCP-7347 SCP-7347 was discovered following an investigation into extreme geological activity in the Swiss Alps. This phenomenon was brought to Foundation attention due to the deaths of several experienced hikers and a veteran tour guide in the area. A computer-based sketch representing the structure of SCP-7347. Based on GPR scans. Upon arrival at Lyskamm Peak, preliminary testing discovered a Foundation site distress beacon pertaining to Site-123. GPR4 scans were utilized to pinpoint the distress beacon's exact location and discover any spatial anomalies within the mountain. Scans of Lyskamm Peak revealed that the discovered distress beacon signal was coming from approximately 16km below Area-06, within one of the outer quadrants of a buried megastructure. Identical signals were also able to be tracked from above each of the other three outer quadrants. After approval from Dir. Jane Fisk, the structure was given the designation of SCP-7347. Due to the potentially hazardous situation in the outer sections of SCP-7347, a decision was made to drill down into a gap between the inner section and the first ring. This entry point allowed an STF to enter SCP-7347 quickly and establish a forward base from which digging teams could construct a more permanent tunnel. Following discussion with several researchers and MTF teams, STF Zeta-3 was formed to handle the initial exploration and to create a foothold within SCP-7347, operating as a FOB5 for further groups to enter the structure. Addendum 2: Structure and Layout of SCP-7347 The following explanations have been primarily written and collated by RAISA personnel and other research-based members of the STF Zeta-3 during their explorations of SCP-7347. Central Spire Districts Housing Districts Farming district Research district Graphic showing the initial entrance location for STF Zeta-3 into the Central Spire Districts The Central Spire Districts are a group of high-traffic areas located at the centre of SCP-7347, organised into five distinct hubs. At the exact centre of SCP-7347 sits The Core, a large pylon extending approximately 50m in each direction. This pylon is believed6 to contain numerous pipes, cables, and conveyors for shuttling materials around to the nearby production plants located in the Manufacturing District. Spaced approximately ten meters from the core is the twenty-story Manufacturing District. This district contains most of the production facilities used to allow SCP-7347 self-sufficiency, such as an elaborate water recycling facility, numerous fabrication plants, and some experimental bioreactors. Numerous workstations and offices are also situated within this section, believed to be where a sizable portion of SCP-7347's populace worked. Despite much of the technology here utilizing unknown methods of manufacturing, it has been deemed non-anomalous. Graphic showing the location of the gardens within the Central District The next district out from the centre (shown to the right) is the Garden District. This area primarily separates the Mechanical District from the Commercial District, consisting of numerous types of gardens, greenhouses, and open fields separated by wide paths with benches. The Garden District also rings four commercial centres located in the Central Spire Districts, though is significantly smaller in width. These four circular commercial hubs, located in each of the four cardinal directions, consist of approximately ten stories of various commercial stores typically selling luxury goods. All shops within the hub face towards a central courtyard, similar in shape to a panopticon, with a large stage in the middle. Despite the stores seeming to be fairly recently abandoned, many of the shelves are empty, with only non-organic goods remaining. Graphic showing the location of the food services The third section of the Central Spire Districts is a ring of cafes, bars, pubs, and restaurants. These buildings are located within tiered eight-story sections of the next ring out from the gardens, facing towards the greenery. Though no food could be found, plenty of abandoned menus and wine lists suggest that all of the businesses located within this section were relatively upmarket establishments. It is also believed that SCP-7347 manifested in our reality either during the workday, or during an event, as many of the buildings appear closed or operating at a decreased capacity. Graphic showing the location of the high-density commercial hubs (Dark Blue) and the two-story commercial sector with warehouses below (Light Blue) The final ring of the Central Spire Districts consists of a raised two-story commercial ring, only accessible from the upper levels of the Garden District, sitting four stories above a large flat plane. This flat plane consists of painted yellow lines connecting neat rows of refrigerated warehouses, believed to be used to store food. These warehouses were the first explored section of SCP-7347, following STF Zeta-3 drilling through the outer heat shielding of SCP-7347, with several warehouses being barricaded and utilized as a FOB. The warehouses contain large shelves stacked atop small robotic pods stationed in bays mocked out on the floor of the building. These pods appear to have followed the yellow-painted "roads" towards the core, the outer edges of SCP-7347, and upwards into the Commercial District. Despite this, after extensive STF exploration of the buildings, no food or related organic matter has been located. Currently, no anomalies have been discovered within the Central Spire Districts. Graphic showing the locations of the housing districts within three of the station's rings Housing is split across three concentric rings separated by a large gap of rock (believed to have been empty space prior to SCP-7347's manifestation). The housing rings are connected by eight spokes, four of which face the cardinal direction and contain long, tiered sections of commercial buildings linking back to the Central Spire Districts. Each of these spokes contains multiple trams that travel between and throughout the rings, likely used by residents of SCP-7347 to get to other districts. At the base of each spoke sits piping and the pod roads found in the warehouses of the Central Spire Districts, believed to be used to shuttle produce from the Farming District towards the centre of SCP-7347. Both the first two housing rings consist of five stories of houses with gardens, local independently owned shops, administrative buildings and small offices. The final housing ring is instead spread over only two stories and made up of smaller, relatively cramped dwellings that lack a garden. Unlike the first two rings, this ring isn't isolated and is directly connected to the Farming District. Following manifestation, the first two housing rings are relatively stable, though the final ring is in extremely poor condition. In addition to the destruction from the initial earthquakes, ██ non-organic safe-class SCPs have been discovered in this ring; believed to be used by residents for quality-of-life improvements. Unfortunately, a prolonged lack of attention has caused some of these SCPs to damage their surroundings, further weakening the ring's structural integrity. Graphic showing one of the four Farming Districts (Green) with its attached manufacturing and packaging plants (Grey) The Farming District consists of wide open fields and greenhouses, fed water and fertilizer from large tubes running under metal walkways spanning the area. All four stories of these farms are lit by soft orange LEDs, with some natural sunlight believed to have come in from huge reinforced windows set into the ceiling far above. Each Farm is crossed by several metal gantries with numerous attachments, varying on a field-by-field basis. These massive gantries sit on rails leading back towards large hoppers sitting at the end of each farm. Following an investigation into these hopper's destination, STF Zeta-3 discovered long banks of human-operated quality control stations and loading bays for the pods visiting from the nearby packing and preserving plant. Similar to the mechanisms at the Central Manufacturing District, the farming technology appears more sophisticated than current civilian knowledge would allow; however, anomalies do not appear to have been utilized in the farming process. On each end of the Farming Districts are tram lines connected to several large warehouses. These warehouses seemed to clean, pack and preserve the produce from the farms and load the food back onto pods for use in the various businesses in the Central Spire District. Confusingly, none of the farms, hoppers, quality control stations or production plants have any sort of fruit or veg within. In addition to the farming-related machinery found, machines that processed ore were discovered on the far edge of the factories. It is believed that the large gap between each of the four farming districts was used as a hangar space for mining drones to drop off material, with the factories processing much of the material found. Currently, no drones of such type have been recovered and due to complications in the nearby Research District, the hangar space is yet to be excavated. Graphic showing the Research District split into commercial research offices and private SCP facilities. The Research District consists of two different sections, the veiled civilian research area and the SCP Foundation facilities. The veiled civilian research is split in two, with each section connected to the Farming District by tram, conveyor and walkway. Past the civilian section is a large metal bulkhead with suspended gantries entering the metal construct at numerous levels. These gantries pass through the reinforced section via narrow, cramped corridors to the facilities on the other side. Further down on the structure lies several roads leading through larger sealed doors, believed to lead towards the hangar section of the craft. Currently, due to numerous threats (both known and unknown SCP subjects) three of the four research districts are unexplored, having been barricaded by STF Zeta-3 for later exploration. The currently explored Research District is located in the southwest quadrant of SCP-7347. Investigation of several of the civilian research labs shows detailed research into tachyons and FTL7 travel, suggesting that tachyons were considered non-anomalous from where SCP-7347 originated. Furthermore, extensive research into a large-scale warp drive was found in numerous labs with several documents giving it the name "Maple Pioneer Drive", believed to refer to the initial inventor of FTL. Unfortunately, due to the location of the Research District (At the edge of SCP-7347) and the lack of any earthquake-resistant protection, many of the research labs are destroyed, having fallen apart during SCP-7347's manifestation. The SCP Foundation section of the Research District is twice the size of the civilian labs and contains an entire Foundation site within. Due to recognizable sections of buildings found within the explored section, coupled with the distress beacon's information, it is believed that SCP-7347's SCP Research District was constructed from pieces of an alternate Site-12. Luckily, due to the SCP Research District being constructed in a similar manner to a site, much of the earthquake and manifestation damage was negated, though slight cracks allowed some SCPs to egress (several being re-contained by automated lockdown systems). STF Zeta-3 reported several SCP instances contained by this altered Site-12 that exist in various other sites in our reality, it is unknown if this is due to SCP-7347 acting as a hub for multiple sites, or that Site-12 was merely larger in their reality. Most of the SCPs contained within the explored sections of altered Site-12 are still in containment, allowing STF Zeta-3 to easily contain those that had broken free. In addition to this, the altered site's security AIC recognised the teams' identification chips as legitimate, allowing them access to secure locations without engaging automated protection protocols. Following the establishment of a safe path, STF Zeta-3 explored the lab from which one of the site's automated distress beacons was emanating (bearing similarities to Site-12 administrative offices). An audio transcript has been recovered playing alongside the beacon and is attached below. A lack of known login information for "Dr Stephen Kolsnik" is currently preventing administrative access to the system. Addendum 3: Recovered Audio Log AUDIO LOG DATE: 15/08/2037 NOTE: N/A [BEGIN LOG] Chatter from numerous different sources can be heard from the background as the recording starts. Unknown: "Mars would take decades to terraform with current tech, despite what some asshat with too much of daddy's emerald money would have had you believe." Unknown: "Even if we could do it, there are no benefits over our current shelter. We can just wait it out till the onboard magic men figure out how to fix Earth. I'm sure they'll manage it soon, they're smart." Unknown: "Hah, the chances of us retaking Earth is slimmer than that of us terraforming Mars you piece, have you seen it? And don't associate me with that prick." Unknown: "Jesus Christ. You guys are annoying drunks." [13:06] Stephen Kolsnik: "This is uh, Director Stephen Kolsnik. Hope you can hear me okay." The chatter is heard to get quieter before the sound of a door shutting occurs. [13:07] Stephen Kolsnik: "Sorry for the, um, noise. There's a rather large staff party going on right now." [13:09] Stephen Kolsnik: "Anyway, if you are hearing this you are probably either a historian or RAISA member documenting our, uh, journey… or you're exploring our wreckage." [13:10] Stephen Kolsnik: "Preferably the former, honestly. Though, er, if not, make sure to retrieve everyone from the emergency bunkers. Thanks." Rustling of papers crackles through the microphone. [13:14] Stephen Kolsnik: "I am Director Stephen Kolsnik of Foundation Pioneer Site-12 and primary director of the low orbit pioneer research vessel. This is our final log before we reach Mars. Hopefully." [13:15] Stephen Kolsnik: "The Maple Pioneer Drive is fully ready for testing and we will be hopping over to Mars within the hour with it— then swiftly hopping back, as the terraforming team will get angry with me otherwise." Dr Kolsnik nervously half laughs, before he can be heard flipping through sheets of paper. [13:17] Stephen Kolsnik: "That's really it, I think. Uhm, oh, if we're famous in the future, I'd like to have a statue of us somewhere… if it all goes to shit then uh, learn from our mistakes I guess. Peace." [END LOG] Addendum 4: Active Video Logs As of 19/08/2037 access to SCP-7347's onboard computing system has been gained. Recovered documents include summaries of the daily running of SCP-7347, decisions from the current O5 Council, important SCP research, and [REDACTED]. In addition to this, several active video feeds were found to still be receiving a signal. Whilst many of these feeds were of the interior of SCP-7347, some were found to be displaying mining activity within an unrecognised asteroid belt. One feed, in particular, was facing out past the mining site and into space, showing millions of bloated, frozen objects floating randomly in a biconal area. Footnotes 1. STF stands for Special Task Force and is used in place of an MTF for specific events that need a combined military and research presence. 2. STF Zeta-3 (“Cytokine Wolves”) is a special task force involving experienced RAISA agents working alongside personnel trained in both exploration of enclosed urban areas and rapid onside containment. Members of STF Zeta-3 are typically drawn from MTF Tau-51 (“Urban Brawl”), MTF Delta-4 (“Minutemen”) and any MTF groups suited to the known anomaly. 3. Located in Devon, England. 4. Ground-penetrating radar 5. Forward Operating Base 6. It is unknown if there is any human-appropriate access to The Core and drilling is currently unauthorized whilst exploration of the entire Manufacturing District is ongoing. 7. Faster than light ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7347" by Dr Moned, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7347. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7348 | esoteric-class | CarminestheBest Written by CarminestheBest Please, come read more over at the Best Place of Stuff. Item #: SCP-7348 Special Containment Procedures: As of 10/12/03, the SCP-7348 file is currently under the care of Junior Researcher William Humphrey, who has also written it. This is all that is required. Description: SCP-7348 is a dimensional and possibly innately memetic2 entity which apparently feeds off of the spread of the idea that it is important3. In other words, the more people that think it's important, the bigger more dangerous more intelligent they didn't tell me what happens more powerful it becomes4. Everything else about it is not important because i don't know anything else about it. Addendum 04/24/07: Late Evaluation Notice This file has gone one thousand two hundred ninety days (1,290) days without being sent to any superior for evaluation. This file has thus been locked from further editing and has been sent to the inbox of the last superior in charge of evaluating the SCP-7348 file: Dr. William Humphrey, Level 3. Addendum 04/24/07-1: Evaluation Status Looks good. - Dr. Humphrey Footnotes 1. Pending change to Log of Anomalous Items. 2. ???? What's memetic even mean?? Did I miss something at orientation? 3. I literally could not fix this text error if I wanted to, and the tech team won't answer me. 4. Idk how something like that even works or exists ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7348" by CarminestheBest, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7348. Licensed under CC-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-7349 | pending | Item #: SCP-7349 Special Containment Procedures: All eidomorphs not known to be infected by SCP-7349 must be immediately quarantined at their current location, and exclusively interacted with through remotely-operated drones. All eidomorphs attempting to leave their quarantine zone must be deterred by any means necessary, excluding human contact. All entities attempting to enter a quarantine zone must be deterred, apprehended, or terminated. If an uninfected eidomorph comes within ten metres of a human or an eidomorph infected by SCP-7349, they must be remotely monitored for at least four hours. Any eidomorph exhibiting symptoms of SCP-7349 infection must be relocated to a Foundation facility for containment and study. Update 23/02/2024: Instances of SCP-7349-A must be kept at least ten metres away from Elan-Vital energy sources at all times, and stored in airtight containers. All handling of SCP-7349-A must be conducted through remotely-operated machines. Description: SCP-7349 is the tentative designation for an as-yet unidentified viral pathogen which exclusively infects eidomorphs. It is currently unclear whether SCP-7349 is a genuine anomalous phenomenon, or a poorly-understood eidophysical disease; regardless, SCP-7349 affects approximately 85% of known eidomorphs as of February 2025. Observations indicate that SCP-7349 is primarily transmitted by close proximity between eidomorphs, similar to an airborne pathogen; analysis has failed to identify any atmospheric abnormalities in locations occupied by infectees. Additionally, a noteworthy portion of cases have had no prior contact with other eidomorphs, instead appearing to have contracted SCP-7349 from human contact; implementation of Level A biological hazmat procedures has failed to prevent this method of infection, and no human cases of SCP-7349 have yet been identified. Across all cases SCP-7349 is transmissible within fifteen minutes of contraction, with initial symptoms manifesting two hours later. These symptoms progressively increase in severity for the duration of infection, and universally consist of: Episodes of amnesia, disorientation, confusion, and dissociative fugue, with the duration of episodes correlating to the length of infection; Development of depersonalisation-derealisation disorder, dissociative identity disorder, and delusions pertaining to self-identity and physical condition, particularly somatoparaphrenia1 and Descartes syndrome;2 Accumulation of carbon, sulphur and phosphorous to generate non-gaseous organic compounds which are deposited on nearby surfaces, with genetic analysis confirming the substances match the individual prior to their death (where possible); Dissipation of constituent plasma and Bose-Einstein condensate into gaseous hydrogen and nitrogen, resulting in a gradual reduction of mass and a predicted total dissipation of the eidomorph; Significant escalation of the internal magnetic field, sufficient to interfere with nearby unshielded electrical devices. There is no known cure. Addendum 1: The following is a video transcript of the dissipation of one Edward Nischebach, an eidomorph that inhabited the Burmaro Ironworks Foundry since their death in an industrial accident on November 11, 1911. On January 7, 2024, Department of Eidophysics personnel were dispatched from the nearby Site-43 to determine whether Edward was infected by the then-emerging SCP-7349 pathogen; it is suspected he contracted the disease from these staff, as upon locating Edward several days later, several symptoms of infection were apparent. Edward was quarantined at Site-43 for treatment and study until July 23, 2026, when the following occurred. VIDEO LOG DATE: 23/07/2026 00:00: Depicted is the interior of a standard containment chamber, painted black; all surfaces, including the 19th-century furniture throughout, is covered in a thin layer of slime. Edward is present as a translucent, glowing, semi-humanoid figure, floating around the room aimlessly and arguing with themselves. 03:16: They stop above a chair and looks around. They appear unfamiliar with their surroundings. 03:40: Edward approaches the door of the chamber and unsuccessfully attempts to open it. He then attempts to pass through it, disappearing from view. 04:02: He re-emerges from the door, visibly dimmer and more transparent than before. They begin searching the room while continuing to reduce in opacity and luminosity. 07:22: They attempt to move all present furniture to the edges of the room, but only succeed in disturbing several small items. They become aggravated, throwing the movable items across the room. 08:19: Edward approaches the camera and speaks into it. A branching, humanoid-shaped structure is faintly visible within his mass, which becomes more apparent as the mass around it loses opacity and luminosity. 08:42: They moves away from the camera and resume searching the room. 09:33: Edward abruptly stops, sits down in a chair and attempts to pick up a nearby book; failing this, he leaves it where it is and casually reads the exposed pages. 11:15: The underlying structure is now apparent as a glowing approximation of the human nervous system; unlike the rest of Edward’s mass, this structure retains a constant opacity and luminosity. 12:02: Edward gets up and fervently collects the items they scattered earlier, meticulously returning them to their original positions. 14:14: He again throws the movable items across the room, approaches the camera, and appears to shout into it. The nervous system is more visible than the rest of his mass. 20:19: Edward turns and walks toward the bed, but slows to a halt near the centre of the room. 25:37: Edward has not moved, and excluding the nervous system, is now completely transparent. He remains motionless. 30:55: The disembodied nervous system collapses onto the floor. After several seconds it rearranges itself to lie flat, then rapidly grows throughout the layer of slime, covering the entire floor of the room and all furniture within. 31:43: The glowing matter recedes, drawing together at the centre of the room to form a small sphere, which slowly dims to gold. It was subsequently discovered that SCP-7349-A are produced whenever an eidomorph succumbs to SCP-7349 infection; instances are golden, lustrous spheres five centimetres in diameter, possess no detectable molecular, atomic, or sub-atomic composition, and will spontaneously sublimate into an odourless, colourless, and undetectable gas when exposed to a quantity of Elan-Vital energy equivalent to that produced by a human. As SCP-7349-A do not appear to return to a solid state, sublimated instances are functionally lost. Addendum 2: On 28/02/2027, a shipment of SCP-7349-A being relocated from Site-17 to Area-223 were found to have inexplicably sublimated during transit. A joint investigation by the Department of Logistics and the Department of Eidophysics was unable to ascertain the cause. On 02/03/2027, all known instances of SCP-7349-A sublimated simultaneously at 11:59 AM (GMT). No new cases of SCP-7349 have been encountered since this event. Previously-infected eidomorphs no longer display any physical symptoms of infection; psychological symptoms persist, but do not appear to be escalating in severity. The implications of this are under investigation. Footnotes 1. A delusion where individuals believe a part of their body is not their own, but instead belongs to someone else, and cannot be convinced otherwise. 2. A delusion commonly experienced by eidomorphs where they believe themselves to still be alive in a traditional, biological sense. Named after René Descartes, origin of the phrase cogito, ergo sum (‘I think, therefore I am’). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7349" by Jack Ike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7349. Licensed under CC-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-7350 | euclid | 3/7350 LEVEL 3/7350 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7350 Euclid SCP-7350 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its original habitat, SCP-7350 cannot be moved from its original location. Foundation agents and researchers within the Ministry of Environment and Forestry of the Republic of Indonesia are to be stationed at Balong Keramat Darma Loka site to monitor all of the remaining species of SCP-7350 under the guise of endangered animal conservation site. Due to an increasing amount of the trend of embezzlement because of SCP-7350's popularity within the local community, any unauthorized personnel or locals that are attempting to access the Darma Loka conservation site are to be met with force. Description: SCP-7350 is a collective designation of 53 Tor douronensis that are located in Darma Loka conservation site, Kuningan, West Java. Tentatively known by the local community as Kancra Bodas or God's Fish due to its ties with the famous King Siliwangi. When consumed, SCP-7350 will start to give its subject the ability to manipulate probabilities subconsciously. The subject has a higher chance of success when proceeding to do any daily activities that involve probabilities, with a higher chance that the desired result happens in the subject's favor. This includes a small activity that includes probability elements in it, such as flipping a coin, which would always land on the same side based on what the subject desires. Even if the subject doesn't intend to get the desired result, it would give the subject the result that is deemed as the best result. Its anomalous properties can be seen a few hours later if the subject consumes SCP-7350's meat, with the effect wearing off once the meat within the subject's body has completely digested. Consuming its meat continuously will stack the anomalous properties within the subject's body, with the longest effect recorded worn off after 104 hours by just consuming SCP-7350's meat three times a day for two days. Addendum: History Portrait of King Siliwangi. Jaya Dewata, also known as Prabu Siliwangi, was born in 1401 in Kawali Galuh, or what is today the Ciamis region. He also went by the name Prabu Dewataprana Sri Baduga Maharaja, as stated on several recently discovered inscriptions. The father of King Siliwangi was Prabu Dewa Niskala, a descendant of King Niskala Wastu Kencana, who ruled the Sunda-Galuh Kingdom from 1348 to 1475 AD. When King Siliwangi was in charge of the Pajajaran Kingdom, he was at the height of his power. The Pajajaran kingdom was always in a condition of peace and order under his rule. Protecting not only its people from that region but also the nature surrounding it. King Siliwangi resided at where the current local community would call his final resting place as Darma Loka, in which where he meditated and took care of every animal within the Javanese forest that he was famously known for Kancra Bodas (God's Fish), Maung Bodas (God's Tiger) and many other animals that are indigenous to the region. Passage of King Siliwangi's writing found in early 1970. SCP-7350 was first mentioned in the passage that had been written by King Siliwangi itself that was found back in 1970 by the Indonesian government. Its content and the copy of the passage has been released to the public, which is currently stored at Sri Baduga Museum in West Java. Below is the translated version of the original passage written by King Siliwangi as transcribed by Head of Foundation's Linguistic Department, Miklós Rinewffy: And as I was gazing at the clear sky, the breeze of the forest's wind hit my body. A disturbed flow of wind made me open my eyes amid meditation and behold, I saw a man walking in the distance. He was a friend of mine, carried on his arm was a sack of water in one and another filled with fish. He came closer upon noticing me, and so he began telling me how he had been in a stroke of bad luck, for each day his catch had dwindled in numbers and he couldn’t keep providing much more for his family. I looked upon his catch and how I saw those fish were still alive, then I asked what he’d do next with it. He wished to cook this immediately for his family. I objected to him and gave him the advice to spare them first. He firstly refused, but I insisted and he was finally willing to listen to what I had advised. I took the fish from him and set them free on my pond. And I rehearsed what I said to him, for he is to be patient and let them live until they bear their offspring. And as for tonight, I gave his family my rice sack enough for tonight. He became a diligent man by taking care of the fishes on the pond. And for that, I gave him his reward every day. Soon the pond was filled with fish, what once started with only a few. And when one finally died after so long, I gave it to him. I told him to eat this and any other fish when their end has come, and you and your family shall be prosperous for the rest of your life. He did what I had told and everything happened as I told him. He and his family now live a prosperous life more than he could ever imagine. And now I’m writing this for the future generation. To spare living beings, to live along nature. I will keep guarding nature for I am- The rest of the passage cannot be translated as the original paper was lost and torn due to its aged condition. But it was the first historically recorded documentation of King Siliwangi's salutary interest toward the animals in the Javanese region, compared to the most famously known counterpart of it being the Maung Bodas or God's Tiger. Due to its popularity within the finding of King Siliwangi's writing, there was an uprise of trend within the local communities from the Javanese region to hunt down every animal that is in the Javanese region. It was believed by the people that the animal that was taken care of by King Siliwangi had a "magical" effect that would increase their luck. This was known by one of the locals that tried to eat the fish that are in Darma Loka site and had their lifestyle grown exponentially. People started to hunt down every ray-finned fish or Tor douronensis that were in the Javanese region. This was done by none other than the people that are trying to use SCP-7350 for their own personal consumption to increase their luck for gambling, which had grown very popular during that time in Indonesia. Last image known for Pantera tigris sondaica or A Javanese Tiger. The Indonesian government had issued a drastic action to protect SCP-7350's from the public, preventing any local communities from hunting and killing all of the fish. While this was effective, the public averted their eyes towards the Javanese Tiger or Pantera tigris sondaica. The Javanese people believed that the Javanese Tiger was "Maung Bodas", one of King Siliwangi's favorite animals, had "magical" effects just like SCP-7350. This led the Javanese community to start hunting the Javanese tigers for its meat to be consumed, its tooth to be made as a lucky charm, and its pelt to be used for fashion that was sold on the premises of "Lucky Patterns". The local community hunted most of the Javanese tigers in the region until its population were decreased exponentially, until its status was changed from least concerned to critically endangered when there were only 25 species left in the wild. The Indonesian government had made its own conservation site for the Javanese Tigers because of the site-wide illegal hunting to protect its existence. But it was declared extinct in early 1990 due to the locals continued hunting of the Javanese Tigers even though it was guarded by the government. With the rising trend of gambling in Indonesia, the government decided to ban gambling entirely. Several Foundation agents embedded in the Indonesian government reported about the situation regarding SCP-7350. Both the Foundation and the Indonesian government came to an agreement to protect the existence of SCP-7350 under the guise of an endangered species. With the Indonesian government warrants heavy sanctions for both gambling and illegal hunting to this day. |
SCP-7351 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7351 Special Containment Procedures: Further development of the ACPS project is currently suspended. All project resources are to be focused on ensuring the continued survival of SCP-7351-1, for the purpose of determining the extent of SCP-7351's capabilities. A psychiatrist is to check in with SCP-7351-1 on a weekly basis, followed by a detailed report on its mental state. Recommendations may be made by the psychiatrist regarding changes to containment, which will be taken into consideration by Site leadership. SCP-7351-1 is to remain inside Site-16 at all times. SCP-7351-1 is to be provided modest living quarters, with reasonable furnishings provided at its request. A small library of films may also be provided, rotating monthly. When not undergoing examination, SCP-7351-1 should be allowed to wander Site-16 accompanied by a facility guard. Description: SCP-7351 is the Augmented Closed-System Protective Suit (ACPS), an experimental Hazardous Materials Suit developed by the SCP Foundation. The purpose of the ACPS project was to create personal protective equipment that would enable the user to remain inside indefinitely. The project employed several forms of anomalous technology to ensure the near-indestructability of the suit and the ability for the user to survive without hydration, sustenance, or sleep for extended periods. Additionally, SCP-7351 was outfitted with an artificial intelligence, which would rapidly respond to various stimuli in order to protect the user. SCP-7351-1 is former Agent Rachel Schneider, who is the current user of SCP-7351. After preliminary testing, SCP-7351 was deemed safe for field use. SCP-7351-1 was selected to test the effectiveness of SCP-7351 in a Mobile Task Force setting. On 15/5/2022, while assisting in the raid of a Maxwellist cell of the Church of the Broken God, SCP-7351's onboard artificial intelligence was compromised. The exact manner of the artificial intelligence's malfunction is unknown, but has resulted in a complete inablity to remove SCP-7351-1 from the inside of SCP-7351. SCP-7351-1 remains in ostensibly excellent physical health, though a complete evaluation is currently impossible. However, SCP-7351-1's mental health has steadily declined since the malfunction of SCP-7351. Addendum 7351-1-A (Selected Psychiatric Reports): REPORT #1 NAME: Rachel Sabrina Schneider DATE OF BIRTH: 7/8/1992 DATE OF ASSESSMENT: 24/5/2022 DATE OF REPORT: 29/5/2022 SUBMITTED BY: Dr. Joan Lantry Rachel has adjusted remarkably well to containment, due in large part to the degree of freedom she has been granted compared to many other SCPs onsite. She seems willing and ready to cooperate with the Foundation in their testing, but has also expressed concern about the future; in particular, she is worried about having to stay in containment for an extended period of time. I strongly recommend that Rachel be treated like any other individual at Site-16. Obviously, I understand that she cannot simply return to work, but referring to her by name would go a long way towards staving off depersonalization and helping her adjust to her circumstances easily. (NOTE: Policy regarding SCP-7351-1 was updated. Though it will still be referred to as SCP-7351-1 both during testing and in formal reports, others may refer to it by name in casual interactions.) REPORT #3 NAME: Rachel Sabrina Schneider DATE OF BIRTH: 7/8/1992 DATE OF ASSESSMENT: 7/6/2022 DATE OF REPORT: 12/6/2022 SUBMITTED BY: Dr. Joan Lantry Rachel has described the feeling that she is an outsider, or—in her own words—a "camera with legs." She has explained that, even when she is talking with agents and researchers whom she has known for several years, she can't help but feel like she is less real than they are. She has also expressed an urge to simply lock herself in her quarters. She stated that, since SCP-7351 takes care of all of her essential processes, she has mostly felt profoundly bored and disinterested. I recommend that Rachel be given an emotional support animal of her choosing, which will remain in her quarters. This way, even if she does choose to isolate, she will still have some form of companionship. It may also help if she has something external to care for. (NOTE: SCP-7351-1 was given ownership of a bearded dragon, which it named "Merlin.") REPORT #6 NAME: Rachel Sabrina Schneider DATE OF BIRTH: 7/8/1992 DATE OF ASSESSMENT: 28/6/2022 DATE OF REPORT: 3/7/2022 SUBMITTED BY: Dr. Joan Lantry Rachel has become discouraged by the lack of progress in testing. She increasingly discusses worst-case scenarios, particularly the possibility that she will be stuck inside SCP-7351 forever. She also expresses fear at the idea that the suit would keep her alive "no matter what." She seems more upbeat when discussing Merlin, for whom she seems to have a lot of affection. She also explains that has had never had a pet before, and that the experience of caring for one is very novel. I recommend that Rachel be kept informed about the realistic outcomes of testing, including the "worst-case scenarios." She will be able to handle bad outcomes a lot more easily if she is not blindsided by them. (NOTE: SCP-7351-1 was briefed in detail about the possible outcomes of experiments, and goals were shifted solely from getting it out of SCP-7351 to helping it come to terms with potentially undesirable situations.) REPORT #8 NAME: Rachel Sabrina Schneider DATE OF BIRTH: 7/8/1992 DATE OF ASSESSMENT: 12/7/2022 DATE OF REPORT: 17/7/2022 SUBMITTED BY: Dr. Joan Lantry Rachel is overwhelmed by the idea that she may not get out of SCP-7351 at all; she seems all but certain that this will be the case. She has explained feeling like she will never again get anywhere close to feeling "normal," and that her life as she knew it is over. She described feeling like a zombie, simply going through the motions but never actually feeling awake or alive. I told her to keep in mind that these are not beliefs, only thoughts. I acknowledged that, perhaps, her life will not be the same, but that does not have to mean that she cannot find joy in her new circumstances. I also emphasized that her feelings about her circumstances are entirely valid, and that nobody could be expected to handle it all with a brave face. I hope that these words at least marginally improved her state of mind. I strongly recommend that Rachel be encouraged to pursue hobbies. She has previously expressed interest in both painting and sewing; perhaps these will give her an outlet for her emotions. (NOTE: SCP-7351-1 is now provided a supply of acrylic paint, brushes, 5 canvases (100 by 81 cm), thread, sewing needles, and a sewing machine, with depleted supplies restocked monthly.) REPORT #10 NAME: Rachel Sabrina Schneider DATE OF BIRTH: 7/8/1992 DATE OF ASSESSMENT: 26/7/2022 DATE OF REPORT: 31/7/2022 SUBMITTED BY: Dr. Joan Lantry Rachel's mood has vastly improved in just a few days since she were allowed to paint and sew. The gloves of SCP-7351 were stained with all manner of colors. She brought one of her paintings, an abstract piece with bold reds and blacks, to the session; she was so proud of it that she wanted to show it to me. However, she expressed disappointment that no one will get to appreciate her work other than me and Merlin. She also explained that she is still distraught by the reality of her circumstances, but that she is trying to find things to hold on to. She seems, more than before, to really want to feel better. She knows that she is unhappy, but I think she simply does not know how to go about dealing with it. I recommend, given that Rachel's birthday is fast approaching, that the Site hold her a party. This would allow her to reconnect with her fellow personnel and maybe start to realize that they really do care for her. (NOTE: Site-16 began organizing a surprise birthday party for SCP-7351-1.) REPORT #12 NAME: Rachel Sabrina Schneider DATE OF BIRTH: 7/8/1992 DATE OF ASSESSMENT: 9/8/2022 DATE OF REPORT: 14/8/2022 SUBMITTED BY: Dr. Joan Lantry Rachel came into my office smiling, which was a first. She described her birthday party as "beautiful," and explained that she never thought anyone would think to do that. She also said that she got to show some of her paintings to some of the other personnel, and that they liked them so well that they wanted to take them home. She told me that she is now working on a series of abstract paintings for some of the other field agents. She acknowledged that it has been a daily struggle to get herself out of bed, but that she is finding more and more things that keep her grounded. She admitted that it is sometimes difficult grieving what she lost. She seems more at peace, however, and I think she is a lot more optimistic that she is going to be alright, even if things will not necessarily be the same as they were before. No recommendations this week. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7351" by WhoIsCthulhu, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7351. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7352 | pending | Item#: 7352 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7352-1 is contained in a four acre plot of forested land in ████, Michigan. This plot of land has been designed to fit the requests of SCP-7352-0 upon reading of its journal entries1, as confirmed by Dr. Blacke. These additions consists of: a flower bed, primarily sunflowers, covering most of the land, a small tree house atop an artificial tree centered in the middle of the containment field, and a pond consisting of various wildlife. This four acre area is closed off by a large, thick and dense mesh net. The large tree in the middle of the site supports this net, giving it a dome-like structure for ease of movement for SCP-7352-1. This area is guarded by no more than three squads of three-man MTF teams in order to avoid a stressful environment for SCP-7352-1. + Archived Containment Procedures - Close Due to SCP-7352's anomalous effect, containment for SCP-7352 is unnecessary, currently residing inside of SCP-7352-0. SCP-7352-0 is to be kept in a standardized containment cell. SCP-7352-0 may request amenities that are cleared by Dr. Blacke. Items that have been requested by SCP-7352-0 are as follows: A wooden lap board. (Approved) An oversized bean-bag chair. (Approved) A spiral note-book. (Approved) A ball-point pen. (Denied, a dulled No.2 Pencil was given instead) Various documentaries on the migration and descriptions of various butterflies. (Pending Approval) A phone call with Natalie Adams2 once a week. (Denied) Notice from Site-25 Lead Researcher Dr. Blacke. Due to my recent time spent with SCP-7352-03, I have come to speculate that its symptoms are inversely affected by its mood at the time. Because of this, I have approved several recreational activities for it to take part in, as well as giving it menial tasks to help with in order to combat its worsening thoughts. Further mentions of Natalie Adams will be avoided, and measures to help SCP-7352-0 forget Ms. Adams will be considered in light of future development. — Dr. Blacke, Site-25 Wildlife Research Division Description: SCP-7352 is an indeterminate amount of anomalous butterflies, varying in both size and species. Current documentation has found that a great variety of butterflies are residing inside of SCP-7352-0 SCP-7352-1 along with species not currently known to exist yet. Prior to SCP-7352-0's retrieval, SCP-7352 took residence inside of SCP-7352-0's body. SCP-7352's anomalous effects begin when it finds a suitable host, presumably female, for its gestation. It will attach itself to said host's body, and embed itself into any orifice that they can. SCP-7352 will then bond with the host, being unable to be removed by any means other than itself willingly coming out, or termination of the host. Known side effects of having SCP-7352 infections are as such: Common side effects of pregnancy relating to current host's species. Side effects are recorded to show one to two months after exposure to SCP-7352. Rearranging of the host's organs to fit the needs of SCP-7352. This does not kill the host. Possible hallucinations from SCP-7352 itself, including subtle persuasion of taking care of its needs, satisfying nutrition, and SCP-7352 "speaking to the host". Enhanced recovery from small injuries. Possible "Metamorphosis" event. SCP-7352-0 was a 25-year-old Russian-American woman named Vanessa Andreev, who was detained by MTF Tau-13 ("Spice Girls")4. Prior to containment, SCP-7352-0 lived with its former spouse at the time, Natalie Adams and Ms. Adam's younger sibling. Following its metamorphosis event, SCP-7352-0 became an instance of SCP-7352-15. SCP-7352-1 is around 193 centimeters in height, with pale white skin and strikingly blonde hair. SCP-7352-1 has taken on the appearance of several varieties of butterflies, the processes being deemed extremely painful for the host's body. Modifications to the host's body are as follows: Wings sprouting from the host's back, sporting a design pattern of an unknown butterfly species, spanning 8.2 meters of wingspan. These wings have been observed to change size, shape, and color during the passing of seasons. Forceful elongation of the host's limbs. Antennas sprouting from the host's forehead. Overwriting of the host's personality. The personality overwriting results in a more docile and oblivious demeanor, along with wiping of the knowledge the host has accumulated over their life, such as past relationships, and history of one's self. No signs currently show that the personality shift can be reversed. Addendum 2504.1: MTF Tau-13 Retrieval Footage + Retrieval Footage - Close VIDEO LOG DATE: 02/26/03 NOTE: This log comes from a security camera on a house directly across the street from SCP-7352-0's former residence. Foundation staff has seized the footage for further examination. [BEGIN LOG] [03:21]: SCP-7352-0 is seen climbing out of its right side window. [03:21]: SCP-7352-0 suddenly slumps following a loud gunshot, falling out of its window and slamming onto the ground, limp. [03:24] A tall figure is seen running out of SCP-7352-0's front door. [03:24] Neighbors start to come outside, looming over SCP-7352-0's body. One person is seen calling the authorities. [03:25] First instance of SCP-7352 can be seen landing on SCP-7352-0's nose. [03:25] Approximately 5 more instances of SCP-7352 land on SCP-7352-0's face [03:25] Infestation event occurs, causing SCP-7352-0 to scream and start convulsing, clawing at its own face. [03:25] A bystander reaches out for SCP-7352-0, grabbing its arm and pulling it to its feet. [03:26] SCP-7352-0 proceeds to lurch violently, vomiting butterflies onto the ground. These butterflies twitch and remain still, presumed dead. [03:26] SCP-7352-0 screams, butterflies flowing out of its open mouth. SCP-7352 instances begin attacking the man who pulled it up. An estimated 26 SCP-7352 instances begin an infestation attempt on the man, resulting in rejection and termination of subject. They then return to SCP-7352-0, climbing their way into its ears and nose. Neighbors are heard screaming and flee the scene. [03:26] SCP-7352-0 collects itself, starting to weep loudly and hyperventilate. This continues on for several seconds before SCP-7352-0 appears to pass out due to shock. [03:42] MTF Tau-13 ("Spice Girls") arrive on scene. Squad Captain Koehn is seen leaving and talking into the van. [03:43] Koehn approaches SCP-7352-0 and checks its vitals, picking it up after. This immediately causes an SCP-7352 infestation attempt. Koehn quickly pulls down his visor, stopping any instances of SCP-7352 from getting to his face. Following this, Koehn lays SCP-7352-0 in the back of the van, and locks himself inside with it and the SCP-7352 instances. [03:44] MTF Tau-13 is seen leaving the premises, leaving the deceased man's body for Foundation staff to later collect. [END LOG] Addendum 2504.2: Interview Logs + Interview Logs - Close <Begin Log, 03/04/2003, 13:41> Dr. Blacke is seen walking into the interviewing room, accompanied by the MTF Tau-13 Squad Leader, Koehns. Koehns stands with his back to the door while Dr. Blacke initiates communication with SCP-7352-0, who arrived a few minutes before her. Dr. Blacke: Good morning, SCP-7352-0, how are we doing this fine evening? Dr. Blacke leans back in her chair, writing on her clipboard quickly, waiting for a response. SCP-7352-0: I'm… okay? Did I do something wrong? Why am I being interviewed now? SCP-7352-0 seems visibly nervous, clutching its stomach and staring at Dr. Blacke. It can be seen muttering something under its breath, but it is too quiet for the cameras to pick up. Dr. Blacke takes note of this and writes it down Dr. Blacke: Relax, I only want to talk about your past. It may give us some clues about what's going on with you, alright? SCP-7352-0: Right… What do you need to know? Dr. Blacke: I wanted to ask about previous jobs you knew, and some people you spent time with. You gave us some information before, but it wasn't anything that I could go off of, so I'd like you do go into detail. SCP-7352-0: I think I can do that. Dr. Blacke: Right. So, what past jobs have you had before, did anything come out of them? SCP-7352-0: No… I had quite unremarkable jobs. I worked as a waitress, and as a daycare provider. Nothing super important… oh, and I interned at a local lab in my town. It wasn't anything special, but it was still important research. SCP-7352-0 seems more relaxed now, taking its hands off of its stomach and placing them on the table. Dr. Blacke: And what did you study there? Just to have it on record. SCP-7352-0: Avian insects, as well as their migration patterns. It may not seem that important, but I promise it is! Dr. Black stares blankly at SCP-7352-0 for a few seconds before returning to writing on her clipboard Dr. Blacke: Anyways… Now, onto the matter of your partner, can you tell me about her at all? Natalie Adams, I think her name was? SCP-7352-0 goes wide-eyed at this statement, clutching its stomach again. SCP-7352-0: I-I-I don't know if I can talk about this right now… I'm- SCP-7352-0 lurches, using one of its arms to support itself on the table before vomiting onto the floor. Several dead butterflies can be seen in said vomit. Dr. Blacke then sighs, cutting the interview off. <End Log, 03/04/2003, 14:02> Closing Statement: SCP-7352-0 will have to be treated more carefully in the future with further mentions of Ms. Adams. I was careless not to notice its body signals, but it's a learning experience. <Begin Log, 05/07/2003, 13:41> Dr. Blacke meets with SCP-7352-0 alone in the interview room. Taking a more serious tone due to the sensitivity of the topic. She sits across from SCP-7352-0, jotting down notes on her clipboard again before addressing it. Dr. Blacke: Alright, you will have to bear with me here for a few minutes. I need you to stay calm during this talk, because we can't have another incident like last time. Do you understand? SCP-7352-0 stays silent, slowly nodding at Dr. Blacke. Dr. Blacke: Right, so this time we are going to be talking about your partner (slight pause) Natalie Adams. I want you to go over your relationship, and what happened between you two. This is important for us to understand one of the reasons you may be hurting, alright. We can't help you if you can't help us. Do you understand? SCP-7352-0 stays silent again, hanging its head. Dr. Blacke: Do you understand, SCP-7352-0? Dr. Blacke adopts a more serious tone in order to break through to SCP-7352-0. SCP-7352-0 looks up, nodding its head at her. SCP-7352-0: Yes… I do. I'm sorry. Dr. Blacke: Please, tell me everything. SCP-7352-0: We, um… we dated before. A few years ago, actually. I met her at a bar, and it went off from there. Dr. Black nods, writing down notes on her clipboard while listening to SCP-7352-0 intently. SCP-7352-0: She has a brother, and she was alone. She apparently took her brother away from the household he was in because her parents were… abusive. To keep it simple. But, we hit it off pretty easily, and it went from there. She moved in with me, but she didn't want to work, putting it onto me while she took care of her brother at home. It was… upsetting, but I did everything I could. To help provide for them. To help… SCP-7352-0's voice trails off, it looks down at its hands with a blank look in its eyes, a faint sound of fluttering being heard. Dr. Blacke: Please, continue. We aren't done yet. SCP-7352-0: We, uh… we went on dates, and everything couples would do. She was a nice woman when she wanted to be. There were times when she would get stressed out, maybe we didn't have enough money, or maybe her brother was sick and she was worried. But we always persevered. That's why when I became ill, I was bedridden for quite a while. We… fell behind. I wasn't able to work much, and I wasn't able to buy the things we needed to survive. SCP-7352-0 shudders softly, tears slowly forming around its eyes. Dr. Blacke: SCP-7352-0, calm yourself. We will get nothing done if you shut down like this, okay? SCP-7352-0 I-I'm sorry. This is too much for me to handle right now. There's too much that went wrong, and it can't be fixed now. I loved her. I loved her… Dr. Blacke: We can get this over with, I just need you to relax, okay? We are almost done. No recorded response from SCP-7352-0 for 30 seconds. It then holds its shoulders, stifling its tears. It nods at Dr. Blacke. SCP-7352-0 I was in the hospital. For a small amount of time. A few weeks after my incident happened. I fell in the kitchen and hit my head on a table, so she took me to the hospital. I thanked her, but I think that was enough for her. She told me when she was alone with me in the room that she couldn't do this with me anymore. I asked her why, but… she just shook her head at me. Dr. Blacke: What happened next? Please, this is important. SCP-7352-0 She…she just… u-uh.. (SCP-7352-0's voice breaks, it squeezes its shoulders tightly, tears now streaming down its face.) She told me she was leaving. She didn't have the money to provide for herself and Jack, her brother since I wasn't working anymore. All in an instant, it was gone. SCP-7352-0 can be seen hanging its head, sobbing quietly to itself. Dr. Blacke: Please, raise your head, we still need to talk. I know you are upset about this, but in order to help you, we need to move on from this. (Dr. Blacke stares intently at SCP-7352-0, but it is still unresponsive to her.) Dr. Blacke: SCP-7352-0, please do not keep this going longer than it needs to. (No response from SCP-7352-0 is seen.) Dr. Blacke: Vanessa! (She exclaims loudly at SCP-7352-0.) SCP-7352-0 reacts to this, raising its head quickly, staring at the researcher. Dr. Blacke: I think that's enough for today, I'm not sure when we will come back to this, but I will keep you notified. Dr. Blacke quickly jots something down on her clipboard, standing up and walking out of the room in a hurried pace, shutting the door forcefully behind her. <End Log, 05/07/2003, 14:30> Closing Statement: My recent theory suggests that Ms. Adam's lasting impact on SCP-7352-0's life are a large part of what fuels SCP-7352. No further mention of Ms. Adams will be mentioned, as it seems to cause SCP-7352-0 great distress. Amnestics to rid SCP-7352-0 of the memory of Ms. Adams have been deemed ineffective due to SCP-7352's anomalous effect. Further research in order to handle this problem is ongoing. Addendum 2504.3: Recovered Notebook logs + Show Journal Logs - Hide Journal Logs This foundation place isn't too different from the lab that I used to intern at, so I'm hoping the people here are at least somewhat nice to me. I can't tell what's happening inside of me right now, and they said they would figure it out. I'll try to as well, even though I don't really have a way to. I'll figure something out; I'm a smart girl. I've only been here a few days, but it really seems like they are starting to warm up to me, at least a little bit. I mean, that lady did give me some stuff that I asked for, including this cute notebook. Some of them do come by to talk once in a while, but they still keep their distance from me. I didn't mean to hurt someone, really. I can't control these things inside of me. I miss you, Natalie. Lately I've started to get really hungry. I've asked over and over to get more food, but they keep denying me? What the hell did I do to them? I'm stuck in this dumbass cell all day and I can't even eat when I want to? Seriously? it really hurts it hurts natalie… where are you? Dr. Blacke came by. She said we have an interview tomorrow. I can't say I'm particularly excited because out last one didn't go well, but that's not important right now. I wonder what we'll talk about? Hmmmmmmmmm. Anyways, I've been thinking. Why did these butterflies choose me? I can't even begin to think about it, honestly. note to self: notify staff when I need my sheets changed. maybe ask for some documentaries? a noise machine would be nice to sleep with. i'm nervous about tomorrow. That interview was just… so upsetting. Who does she think she is? She doesn't fucking know who Natalie is, so she needs to stop assuming shit she doesn't need to! I'm so fucking pissed off, and I CAN'T FUCKING THINK BECAUSE OF THESE THINGS INSI- [The rest of the page is torn] I told Dr. Blacke that the pain was getting too much to bear, and she said that she would handle it. I guess her idea of "handling it" was giving me some pain pills to counteract these things inside of me. It's not their fault they want to be safe. It really hurts, so please stop moving so much, my babies. Some of them tell me their names, but it's too hard to remember all of them, but I'm trying my best. Regardless, she asked me to draw some butterflies to take my mind off of what was going on, so I did. It helped a little, but everything is too much now. I'm sorry, babies. Mommy will draw one of you a little bit later, okay? She asked me about what happened at my house on that night in another interview. I can't get my mind off of everything that I felt. The gunshot, the screaming, the searing pain in my chest. God. The butterflies. Them clawing their way inside of my ears, inside of my mouth. They are just scared after all. I would be too, stuck in this world with a body as fragile as theirs. I'll protect them. I have to. Mommy will take care of you. i cant remain like this anymore Natalie… why? I… I remember when you gave me those flowers on our first date, the beautiful scent matching your striking appearance in a beautiful flurry of your bright smile and a scent that reminded me of laying in the fields on a warm summers day. I fell in love with you instantly. I fell in love with taking care of you and your brother. I fell in love with being useful to you. I never wanted to leave you. The Sunflowers… I want to be with them… even if it's only one more time. It's the only thing that can keep me sane. My babies… I'll never be alone again. I'll take care of you with everything I have. I'll never… - Hide Journal Logs Following the last journal entry, SCP-7352-0 underwent its metamorphosis event, sending the site into lock down. Following this event, SCP-7352-0 became an instance of SCP-7352-1, before shortly being incapacitated by the onsite MTF unit. SCP-7352-1 was quickly moved into a secure cell, until its relocation to current containment was verified. Access SCiPNET Email? SCP-7352-0's Relocation To: Dr. Blacke From: Site Director Kirtpatrick Subject: SCP-7352-0's Containment Relocation Time: 08:17 Date: 01/09/2003 Hello, After looking over the files you've sent me on SCP-7352-0's current condition, I went ahead and approved the requests you've made in regards to the new containment relocation. Now, in light of SCP-7352-0's requests on what is put in this new containment cell, I'll leave up to you. You and I have known each other for a long time, so I trust you to make the right calls here. Further documentation of SCP-7352-0 must hereby be changed to SCP-7352-1. Don't disappoint me, Site Director Kirtpatrick Site-25 Head Division To: Site Director Kirtpatrick From: Dr. Blacke Subject: SCP-7352-0's Containment Relocation Time: 09:15 Date: 01/09/2003 Good Morning, Thank you for approving SCP-7352-0's transfer. I will update the logs posthaste, and with this, I think it may be necessary to consider reclassifying it. SCP-7352 has become docile for now, and it seems to be staying that way. I will keep you updated on further changes. Warm regards, Dr. Blacke Site-25 Wildlife Research Division P.S. Happy Birthday. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 2504.3 2. SCP-7352-0's former partner. 3. See Addendum 2504.2 4. See Addendum 2504.1 5. I'm sorry we could do nothing to stop this. I'm sorry. « SCP-7351 | SCP-7352 | SCP-7353 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7352" by kblacke, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7352. Licensed under CC-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: monarchbutterflydescription.jpeg. Source Link: The SCP Wiki License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Anonymous Additional Notes: Artist prefers to remain anonymous, author in this article have received permission to use the image |
SCP-7353 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7353 Photo of SCP-7353 upon first containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7353 is to be contained in its containment chamber alongside Site-93's only printer, with the chamber filled with motion detectors to be activated outside of printing and testing. The motion detectors are connected to a site-wide alarm, which sends the Site into lockdown when tripped. Upon first entering Site-93 SCP personnel are advised to drop to the floor immediately upon hearing this alarm. All forms of physical writing, and writing implements, are banned within Site-931. Any forms or documents that require being physically written must be forwarded to the Site-93 transcription team, who will check the document before printing it remotely. Additionally, Site-93's mail must be processed 1km from the main building and checked under the same scrutiny as forms printed within the Site, or be scanned and sent digitally. Description: SCP-7353 is an indestructible, sentient2 wood-cutting axe with duct tape covering the upper half of the handle. SCP-7353 is capable of anomalous self-propulsion, defying Newton's third law. SCP-7353 is able to launch itself with an initial impulse, the force of which appears to have no upper limit. SCP-7353 uses this ability to launch itself in a straight line (or arc) at written grammar mistakes made in the English language, within around 500 meters of it. The initial force that SCP-7353 launches with is enough to embed itself into the medium of the grammar mistake. Below is a list of known grammatical errors according to SCP-7353, testing was performed by a D-class who was instructed to make intentional grammar mistakes on a piece of paper across the room from SCP-7353. All staff present were aware of the tests and potential dangers in case of another security breach (see Discovery section / Incident SCP-7353-1). A non-exhaustive list of "errors" according to SCP-7353: Incorrect spelling3. A sentence missing or misusing punctuation. Unnecessary repetition of a phrase/word. Sentence missing an Oxford comma4. Garbage or unintelligible phrases. Words using the Latin alphabet in languages other than English. Discovery: SCP-7353 was placed into containment on 23/9/22 when it appeared in the Site-93 reception area, hereby known as incident SCP-7353-1. SCP-7353 appeared in front of Dir. Garion as they entered the site in the morning. Site Director Garion raised the alarm as SCP-7353 began to move around the site, targeting notebooks, sticky notes, test logs, and various other written documents containing both slight and major grammatical errors. A complete site breach was narrowly prevented due to Dir. Garion immediately taking action. However, SCP-7353 caused the death of 17 staff, and the destruction of 4 contained anomalies along its path around the Site. After confirming the containment of the remaining SCP's, and assessing the damage done in the breach, a theory on SCP-7353's anomalous effects was deduced from investigating the path taken during the incident. Since confirming SCP-7353 reacts to all forms of grammatical errors, all writing and physically written notes have been banned within Site-93. Addendum SCP-7353-1: Investigations were made by Dr. Sinclair after SCP-7353's apparent hesitation on whether or not the lack of an Oxford comma was a mistake, as they believed this could indicate SCP-7353 to be sentient. They took it upon themselves to explain verbally to SCP-7353, and then transcribe that the oxford comma was not a required grammatical element. After several hours of explanation, SCP-7353 no longer treated missing Oxford commas as a grammatical error. After learning this, attempts were made to further communicate with SCP-7353, by writing questions and having two targets with “Yes” and “No” written onto them, Results of the written questioning went as such: Dr. Sinclair: Can you understand me SCP-7353? SCP-7353: “Yes” Dr. Sinclair: Are you able to understand languages other than English? SCP-7353: "No" Dr. Sinclair: Would you be able to communicate through a more complicated method? There is a brief pause before SCP-7353 moves again. SCP-7353: "Yes" Dr. Sinclair requested a containment chamber with large metal targets of letters and numbers connected to a computer terminal, to be constructed within Site-93. So that SCP-7353 could communicate in whole sentences. The day after the testing chamber was constructed, SCP-7353 was moved to a pedestal in the centre of the room, with the letters arranged on the wall to the left and ahead of it, Dr. Sinclair sits on a desk behind them to write questions on a paper pad, with a camera to record video able to see both walls of text. Interview log 2 The interview is written from Dr. Sinclair's side for the sake of SCP-7353's ability to respond, SCP-7353 responds by hitting the targets corresponding to letters, which appeared on Sinclair's console. Dr. Sinclair: Okay SCP-7353, I'm going to hope that this layout works for the sake of communication, can you confirm you can respond to what I'm writing? SCP-7353 moves from their pedestal, towards the letters at speed, ricocheting off of them before falling to the floor. SCP-7353: YES Dr. Sinclair: Are you aware of what you are? SCP-7353: AN AXE Dr. Sinclair: Were you always an axe? How long have you been like this? There is a short pause before SCP-7353 moves again. SCP-7353: THEY MADE ME Dr. Sinclair: Who's they? No response from SCP-7353 for nearly five minutes, apart from vibrating occasionally. Dr. Sinclair: A different question then, do you remember what you were before becoming an axe? SCP-7353: HUMAN, YOUNG, NOT ALWAYS NICE. Dr. Sinclair: Well nobody is always nice, do you remember your name? SCP-7353: Q Q SOMETHING, CAN NOT REMEMBERRRRRRRRRRRRR SCP-7353 manages to embed itself into the steel target of the "R", requiring it to be manually removed by Dr. Sinclair and nearby security staff, the interview is then continued. Dr. Sinclair: Well, do you perhaps remember what you did before? Your job or education? SCP-7353: STUDENT, ESSAY Dr. Sinclair: You were a student studying essay writing? Or writing one before you were changed? SCP-7353: WRITING, NEEDED HELP Dr. Sinclair: You needed help writing your essay? Was it the people who changed you that you went to for help? SCP-7353: YES, BUT FIRST I WENT TO THE LIBRARY, I NEEDED PRACTICE Dr. Sinclair: Was it helpful? SCP-7353: NO, I AM NO WRITER Dr. Sinclair: I see, when did you meet the people that changed you? SCP-7353: I LEFT LIBRARY BUT IT WAS NOT THE STREET, I WAS IN A FOREST AND NO DOOR WAS BEHIND ME. ONLY TREES, BIG ONES, AND A CABIN WITH A FAMILY AHEAD OF ME. Dr. Sinclair: What do you remember about this family? Can you describe them? SCP-7353: 3 O F T H E M THEM THE MTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEM SCP-7353 ricochets between the letters spelling "them" at an increasing speed for nearly an hour, testing was concluded for the day due to safety concerns and to fix the damage done to the testing chamber. INCIDENT SCP-7353-2: SCP-7353 breached containment at 08:07:16 on 17/12/22 and headed through the north wall towards the secondary site entrance5 passing through six walls on the way. Due to the alarms, most staff were able to avoid serious injury, however, 4 junior researchers in the hall adjacent to SCP-7353's containment obtained injuries ranging from a concussion to fractured ribs. SCP-7353 was found embedded into the torso of a Logistics team delivery driver, who had neglected to inform site staff about a tattoo on their lower back reading "I Ate'nt dead". The driver was the only casualty of this incident, and SCP-7353 was re-contained without further issue. Interview log 3 Dr. Sinclair: Good evening SCP-7353, I'd like to talk again about what happened when you were in the forest. You don't have to describe those people, just tell me what happened. Can you do that? SCP-7353: YES, I SAID THAT I WAS STUDYING, LEFT THE LIBRARY AND WAS THERE, AND ASKED FOR HELP. Dr. Sinclair: How did they respond? SCP-7353: THEY PROMISED TO HELP, AND TOOK ME INSIDE Dr. Sinclair: Then what happened? SCP-7353: THEY OFFERED TEA, I COULD NOT DRINK FROM STRESS, THEY LOOKED UPSET, I FELT BAD, NOW I AM GLAD I UPSET THEM Dr. Sinclair: What happened after they brought you inside? SCP-7353: THEY BICKERED, OVER WHO WOULD HELP ME, BUT WHAT WAS WEIRDER WAS ONCE THEY DECIDED AND TOOK ME OUTSIDE, THEY ALL SAID " WE PROMISE TO HELP YOU, SO IS OUR FAVOUR" AND THEN. Dr. Sinclair: Then what? SCP-7353: FUCKING. GRAMMAR. Dr. Sinclair: SCP-7353 I am confused as to what you mean, what did they do after promising to help you? SCP-7353: GRAMMAR, THEY TRIED TO TEACH ME GRAMMAR, DAMMIT, I ASKED FOR HELP AND THEY HELP ME WITH GRAMMAR, NOT THE FUCKING FOREST I WAS STUCK IN. IT FELT LIKE YEARS Dr. Sinclair: You're saying you were at this house, studying grammar in the woods, for years? SCP-7353: YES, WHEN I SAID THAT I WANTED TO GO HOME, THEY JUST SAID "WE PROMISED TO HELP" LOOKING CONFUSED WHEN I BEGGED. THEY DIDN'T LET ME LEAVE, BUT EVENTUALLY THEY DID GET BORED, FRUSTRATED, SLOWLY. Dr. Sinclair: What happened when they got bored? SCP-7353: SLOWLY, EACH LEFT, FIRST AFTER NEARLY A WEEK, NEXT AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE A MONTH. BUT THE LAST WAS PERSISTANT Dr. Sinclair: Persistent how? SCP-7353: WOULD NOT LEAVE LIKE OTHERS, BUT GREW IMPATIENT JUST AS THEY DID, MY LAST MEMORY IS THEM CURSING IN A WAY THAT MADE MY SKIN CRAWL, AS THEY WALKED TOWARDS WHERE THE OTHER TWO WERE CUTTING WOOD. I BREATHED A SIGH OF RELIEF THINKING THEY WOULD FINALLY BE DONE WITH GRAMMAR, AND LET ME HOME. THEN A WARM FEELING IN MY KNECK AND I BLACK OUT Dr. Sinclair: I that the last thing you remember? SCP-7353: LAST THING AS A HUMAN. Dr. Sinclair: So next you woke up as an axe, then what? SCP-7353: THEY WERE LAUGHING AT ME, SAID "NOW HE CAN BE AN EXPERT ON GRAMMAR" Dr. Sinclair: So did they get rid of you? keep you? What happened next? SCP-7353: THEY KEPT ME, FOR A LONG TIME, LAUGHED AT ME, USED ME TO CUT WOOD, TORTURED ME FOR MY YEARS OF MISTAKES. Dr. Sinclair: I'm sorry to hear that, one more thing before we wrap up: It appears you can't see or hear anything, but you say you could when they transformed you, so how did that happen? SCP-7353: I LOST MY SENSE OF TASTE AND TOUCH AS SOON AS I BECAME WHAT I AM NOW. WHILE MY VISION SLOWLY DETERIORATED OVER WEEKS, AS DID MY HEARING, BUT THAT LEFT MUCH SLOWER, I LOST TRACK OF TIME AS I DIDN’T FEEL TIRED OR HUNGRY, I COULD SENSE WRITING EASIER THAN I COULD SEE OR HEAR, AND NOW THAT’S ALL I HAVE, I COULD NOT SEE A THING BY THE TIME SHE ARRIVED, BUT I HEARD HER VOICE. Dr. Sinclair: Who was "she"? SCP-7353: LIKE THEM, I THINK, BUT NICER, SEEMED, MORE IMPORTANT. Dr. Sinclair: What happened when she arrived? SCP-7353: SHE SAID THAT THEY HAD BROKEN THEIR PROMISE, I HAD NOT BEEN HELPED AS THEY HAD SAID, "IT WAS HIS GRAMMAR HE NEEDED HELP WITH, HE IS NO BETTER AT THAT NOW THAN HE WAS BEFORE, A CRITIC IS NOT A WRITER" THEY WERE AFRAID, AND S H E GAVE THEM GOOD REASON TO BE, I WOULD HAVE LAUGHED, IF I COULD. Dr. Sinclair: What happened after that? Did she take you? SCP-7353: YES, BACK TO THE LIBRARY AT FIRST, BUT SHE DECIDED THAT IT WAS NOT RIGHT FOR ME, SHE TALKED TO ME, TOLD ME SHE KNEW A GOOD PLACE TO DROP ME OFF, I DIDN'T CATCH WHERE SHE SAID INTENDED TO LEAVE ME, OR IF SHE SAID ANYTHING ELSE, AND NOW I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE IS AT ALL Dr. Sinclair: Can you describe her at all SCP-7353? There is a brief pause before SCP-7353 responds: SCP-7353: NO, LIKE I SAID, BY THE TIME SHE ARRIVED I COULD NOT SEE ANYTHING AT ALL, I ONLY HEARD VOICES AND THEIR SCREAMS, HER VOICE SEEMED TO ECHO, IT WAS LIKE IT RANG IN MY MIND, NOT DULL LIKE THEIR FADING VOICES Dr. Sinclair: I see, thank you for your time SCP-7353, if you think of anything else, let me know. -End of Interview Interview log 4 Dr. Sinclair: Good morning SCP-7353, how are you feeling today? SCP-7353: GOOD, NOT SURE HOW LONG, BUT IT HAS BEEN PEACEFUL Dr. Sinclair: That's good to hear, we were wanting to know more about "them" that you referred to before, would that be possible? SCP-7353: NO, THEY ARE DEAD NOW, DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEM Dr. Sinclair: I understand that SCP-7353, but if you tell us more about them then there's a chance we can make you human again, even the smallest details could be helpful. There is a long pause, SCP-7353 is presumably ignoring the question. Dr. Sinclair: Let's try something different then, tell me more about the time you spent in the forest, what did you eat? SCP-7353: NOTHING Dr. Sinclair: Didn't you say you had been there for years? you didn't get fed in all that time? SCP-7353: THEY OFFERED FOOD, I REFUSED, POLITELY, JUST WANTED TO GO HOME, BEFORE I KNEW IT IT HAD BEEN SEVERAL DAYS WITHOUT FOOD, AND I FELT FINE, DIDN'T SEE THE NEED TO START EATING AGAIN Dr. Sinclair: How did they react when you refused food? SCP-7353: SEEMED UPSET, BUT DID NOT SAY ANYTHING, DIDN'T THINK MUCH OF IT. Dr. Sinclair: Did you ever see them eat? SCP-7353: SOMETIMES, DIDN'T SEEM LIKE IT WAS IMPORTANT TO THEM EITHER, MORE LIKE A WAY TO FILL THE TIME. Dr. Sinclair: Did you ever hear them call each other names? SCP-7353: DON'T THINK SO, THEY SEEMED TO BE ON GOOD TERMS MOSTLY Dr. Sinclair: I mean did you catch what they were called, if any of them had names at all, can you tell me that? There is a brief pause before SCP-7353 begins to move again, with a speed slightly increased compared to before. SCP-7353:NO, I DIDN'T HEAR THEM REFER TO EACH OTHER AT ALL, NOT ONCE DID I HEAR A NAME CALLED TO ONE ANOTHER, OR HAVE THEM INTRODUCE THEMSELVES TO ME, I HADN'T NOTICED THAT. Dr. Sinclair: I see, is there anything more that you can tell us about them? SCP-7353: NO, I DON'T THINK SO, THEY WERE STRANGE I KNOW THAT MUCH, BUT IN WAYS I CAN'T PUT MY FINGER ON, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN Dr. Sinclair: I see, well in that case this will be the end of the interview, thank you for your time SCP-7353. As Dr. Sinclair moves to pack up, SCP-7353 begins to move again. SCP-7353: CAN I ASK SOMETHING? Dr. Sinclair: Of course, but I can't promise that I can answer it. SCP-7353: WHAT IS YOUR NAME? There's a few seconds of silence from Dr. Sinclair as they look at the monitor, before they write their answer. Dr. Sinclair: I don't see why I can't answer that, my name is Dr. Emily Sinclair. SCP-7353: WHAT ARE YOU A DOCTOR OF? Dr. Sinclair: I have a Doctorate in English and a PhD in Esoteric Language Systems, why do you ask? SCP-7353: YOU'VE BEEN TALKING TO ME FOR QUITE SOME TIME, AND YOU MADE ME REALISE I DIDN'T KNOW YOUR NAME, OR ANYTHING ABOUT YOU AT ALL Dr. Sinclair: I see, well thank you for your time SCP-7353, that will be all. Incident 7353-5: SCP-7353 breaks out of containment and heads in a straight line towards the main entrance, breaking through one wall6 colliding with and destroying an anomalous item that was temporarily registered as Item IX-4, a black orb of inch radius that absorbed all incident sound and light. Which was found in the home of the dead Anartist Joel Weathers. Initial tests had led researchers to believe it was indestructible, after the breach it was found that IX-4 was hollow, containing a scrap of paper saying "Sukz 2 Suck". Interview log 6 Dr. Sinclair: I would like to ask you some slightly different questions today SCP-7353, consider it a change of pace. SCP-7353: GO AHEAD, ASK AWAY Dr. Sinclair: I'd like to ask why you "attack" grammar mistakes. Can you tell that you are doing it? Are you forced along and can only watch? or are you doing it by choice? SCP-7353: FOR YEARS THE THREE OF THEM WERE TRYING TO TEACH ME BETTER GRAMMAR, HOWEVER AS THEY GAVE UP THEY BECAME, MORE CRUEL. INSULTING ME FOR MY INABILITY TO GET THINGS RIGHT. THEY KNEW HOW DEEPLY THEIR WORDS UPSET ME, AND MUST HAVE TOOK FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT WHEN CREATING MY NEW STATE Dr. Sinclair: How do you mean? SCP-7353: WHEN THERE IS A GRAMMAR MISTAKE NEAR ME, I HEAR THEIR VOICES, IT'S LIKE THEY NEVER DIED, SCREAMING INTO MY EAR, HURLING ABUSE AS I'VE NEVER DEALT WITH, BUT WHEN I MOVE AND DEAL WITH THE GRAMMAR MISTAKE, THEY STOP, I CAN'T EVEN HEAR ANYTHING IN THIS FORM, SO THE ONLY WAY I CAN "HEAR" ANYTHING IS WHEN THEY'RE HURLING ABUSE, IT DOESN'T STOP AS LONG AS THE MISTAKE IS WITHIN MY VISION. Dr. Sinclair: Are you aware of the people you hurt on your path to the grammar mistake? There is a long pause before SCP-7353 begins to move. SCP-7353: I CAN NOT TELL THEY ARE THERE, I DO FEEL BAD KNOWING, BUT IT IS SO TERRIBLE, MY FATE IS ALREADY MUCH WORSE THAN THEIRS, AND I MUST DO WHAT I CAN TO ALLEVIATE IT. Dr. Sinclair: I see, that will be all for now SCP-7353. I do wish you would give us a warning before you acted, it would save a lot of people a lot of harm. Incident 7353-8: SCP-7353 breaks out of containment at 15:56:20, passing through seven walls of the site to reach D-7274, who was scrawling words onto the wall of his cell with faeces after exposure to SCP-████. Notably, SCP-7353 passed straight through Dr. Sinclair's chest while she was sorting documents in her office, killing them instantly. 3 other staff were injured due to the breach, and D-7274 was neutralized by Site Security as they attempted to continue writing on the wall. Interview log 7 Note, this is the first interview of SCP-7353 without Dr. Sinclair, the interview was instead performed by Dr. Branch. Dr. Branch: Good evening SCP-7353, I would like to ask you a few more questions today about the "she" you mentioned previously, would that be okay? There is a long pause before SCP-7353 responds. SCP-7353: WHO ARE YOU?? WHERE IS EMILY, WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THEM Dr. Branch: SCP-7353you can tell it is a different person you're talking to compared to before? SCP-7353: WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM, DON'T LIE, WHERE IS DR. SINCLAIR Dr. Branch: I am sorry to tell you this but Dr. Sinclair passed away last month, when you last broke out. You went straight through her. There is a long pause before SCP-7353 begins to move again. SCP-7353: I AM SORRY SCP-7353 falls to the ground, and remains unresponsive until the interview is formally concluded. SCP-7353 has not responded to any further interview attempts, or reacted to any grammatical errors since this interview, remaining motionless or vibrating occasionally. The rule against writing within Site-93 is to remain in place until further notice. Footnotes 1. This includes books, paper, magazines, and writing implements of any kind. 2. See addendum 7353-1 3. This appears to include all American versions of words with a different English spelling 4. SCP-7353 appeared to hesitate when presented with this on multiple tests 5. Used for equipment and supply deliveries to the site. 6. 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SCP-7354 | keter | All the flowers bloomed, the day wretched Važjuma descended upon our world. Thumbnail. SCP-7354 - The Cruor Pool A reimagining of SCP-354 for RemixCon2023. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM#: SCP-7354 LEVEL4 secret CONTAINMENT CLASS: keter SUBCLASS: truculent DISRUPTION CLASS: keneq RISK CLASS: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level4 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7354-A-18 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7354's walled enclosure is to be continually monitored for signs of SCP-7354-A manifestation. All SCP-7354-A instances are to be immediately terminated by Stationary Task Force Theta-12 ("Lifeguards"). UPDATE 03/01/2009: All area personnel that come into physical contact with an SCP-7354-A instance are to submit to thorough medical examination immediately after neutralization, regardless of whether or not any injuries were sustained in the process. UPDATE 06/19/2009: Individuals possessing classified information of Clearance Level 3 or above may not enter Area-354. STF Theta-12 is to undergo regular team-building exercises. UPDATE 11/02/2009: [DATA LOST] UPDATE 01/25/2010: Heat sensors and motion detectors are to be installed within SCP-7354's enclosure. UPDATE 02/05/2010: All remaining members of STF Theta-12 are to receive cognitohazard resistance training. Further additions to SCP-7354's containment procedures are expected to be made as the situation continues to develop..Truculent: Item is unpredictable. Containment procedures must be continually updated to prevent a breach scenario. Description: SCP-7354 is an approximately 10 m by 18 m basin filled with human blood, which was discovered on 01/07/2009, in Irkutsk Oblast, Russia, during a surveying expedition. The basin contains a multifaceted spacial anomaly that prevents its contents from seeping into the surrounding soil and dramatically increased its internal dimensions. Ground penetrating radar scans of its interior have not yielded conclusive data. The anomaly's enclosure adjoins a building complex (hereby classified as Area-354) that bears Foundation insignias. It appears to have been built at some point in the mid 1950s, though no documentation has been found of such construction taking place. At irregular intervals, highly complex carnomantic constructs (SCP-7354-A) coalesce within the anomaly. SCP-7354-A instances are invariably aggressive, physically resilient, and dangerous. Most manifestation events on record have resulted in structural damage to Area-354 and/or casualties among personnel. As of 2007, the average length of time between SCP-7354-A manifestations has been decreasing. ADDENDUM 7354-1 RECORDED MANIFESTATION EVENTS Instance: SCP-7354-A-1 Date: 01/18/2009 Description: Large chiropteran entity with a wingspan of 4.1 meters. In place of legs, subject had a mass of serpents protruding from its torso and extending downward. Entity could spit an extremely caustic fluid from a far distances and screamed loudly, without cessation..Estimated to have been between 90-105 dB. Result: Instance was shot out of the air using an M2 Browning .12 anti-aircraft rifle, then neutralized by STF Theta-12 with standard corrosive/incendiary weaponry while it attempted to regenerate. Instance: SCP-7354-A-2 Date: 03/01/2009 Description: Described as looking like a cross between an echidna and a sun bear. Entity was largely unaffected by gunfire and possessed quills that were coated with a rapidly-progressing neurotoxin; this was only discovered several hours after neutralization, as the toxin was transdermally active and only began showing symptoms after significant exposure had occurred. Result: Instance successfully broke through the north wall of SCP-7354's enclosure shortly after its manifestation, charging through an adjacent hall and injuring several staff members. Neutralized by STF Theta-12 with corrosive/incendiary weaponry. Instance: SCP-7354-A-3 Date: 04/16/2009 Description: Levitating chitinous sphere with a diameter of 2.6 m, which possessed several large eyes that were irregularly spaced along its surface. When an eye was destroyed, another opened elsewhere along the entity's surface within 2-8 seconds. Instance caused rapid tumor growth in any complex living organism that it focused one of its eyes on and was largely unaffected by most forms of weaponry. Result: Neutralized via multiple sledgehammer strikes by STF Theta-12 member Agent Stone, who lacked enough organic components to be sufficiently harmed by tumor growth. In being neutralized, however, the entity exploded and doused Stone with a caustic fluid identical to that produced by SCP-7354-A-1, damaging their inorganic components severely. Instance: SCP-7354-A-4 Date: 05/12/2009 Description: 4.8 m-tall reptilian humanoid capable of healing its wounds with unprecedented speed,.Relative to other carnomantic constructs. regenerating organs, limbs, and/or portions of its own brain within 2-3 seconds. Corrosive/incendiary weaponry, which typically counteracts carnomantic self-repairing, was insufficient against against SCP-7354-A-4. Result: Instance successfully breached containment within 15 minutes of manifesting and escaped into the surrounding forest. As the entity was projected to reach a civilian population center within 48 hours of its departure, Mobile Task Force Alpha-7 ("Last Chance").MTF Alpha-7: ETTRA-operated task force created for the utilization of SCP-7376-A in combat scenarios. was dispatched to neutralize it. After terminating the anomaly, SCP-7376-A.SCP-7376-A: 4000+ year old Nälkä warrior and carnomancer. Commonly known as "Võlutaar Hevel" or "Abel". Formerly romantically entangled with Grand Karcist Ion (the prophet and founder of GoI-610). remarked that the carnomancy animating it was "strange", but could not verbalize its observations with greater detail. Other members of MTF Alpha-7 noted that SCP-7376-A appeared visibly unsettled for the rest of the day. Instance: SCP-7354-A-5 Date: 06/19/2009 Description: 3.7 m long arachnid with a two large human mouths on its back and multiple prehensile tubelike appendages coming out of its stomach. Result: Instance escaped SCP-7354's enclosure shortly after manifestation. Throughout its containment breach, the anomaly displayed a higher degree of intelligence than previously seen SCP-7354-A instances, setting up ambushes and traps using nearly-transparent webbing. On several occasions when dispatching prey, SCP-7354-A-5 would extend its extra appendages into its victim's ears, forcibly remove their brain, and ingest it, whereupon its human mouths would begin repeating the victim's deepest secrets in their first language. Not only did this cause some small amount of discord among STF Theta-12, but the anomaly ultimately came upon [REDACTED], who had been visiting Area-354 for an unscheduled inspection prior to the manifestation event. Upon taking his brain, it proceeded to repeat several pieces of highly classified information, including [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-7354-A-5 was neutralized through usage of corrosive/incendiary weaponry, after which all those present were administered Class C amnestics. SCP-7354-A-6 Instance: SCP-7354-A-6 Date: 07/11/2009 Description: Two humanoids of indeterminate ethnicity that were conjoined at several points on their bodies. Result: Instance was fired upon shortly after manifesting and expired almost immediately. Medical examination of its corpse revealed that, beyond its physical abnormalities, it was identical to baseline human beings. [DATA LOST] Instance: SCP-7354-A-14 Date: 01/25/2010 Description: Cephalopodic entity of unknown size and appearance. Result: SCP-7354-A-14's manifestation event went unnoticed at first, as it remained submerged after coalescing. Over the course of several hours, the anomaly slowly extended numerous tentacles from within SCP-7354, moving them beneath the newly-fallen snow in the enclosure to avoid detection from the cameras. It proceeded to squeeze its tentacles into various tiny cracks and faults in the enclosure's walls that had formed from previous manifestation events and subsequent repairs, stretching them out into Area-354's foundation. At 03:08 AM all of SCP-7354-A-14's tentacles began moving simultaneously, erupting from the ground to destroy large portions of Area-354 all at once. The tentacles retreated back into SCP-7354 after sustaining heavy damage from STF Theta-12 in the ensuing altercation, but not before dragging 9 staff members into SCP-7354 with them. SCP-7354-A-14 and the missing personnel have not been seen since. Instance: SCP-7354-A-15 Date: 02/05/2010 Description: A large feline entity resembling a panther. The instance's head and back were covered with organic semi-transparent crystalline structures that were analogous in appearance to ice. Light that passed through any of the structures was given cognitohazardous properties. Result: For information regarding SCP-7354-A-15's manifestation event, refer to Addendum 7354-2. Instance: SCP-7354-A-16 Date: 02/05/2010 Description: A massive feline entity resembling a lion that was 8.8 m tall while quadrupedal. The entity was armored by a chitinous exoskeleton and its blood was superheated to the point that contact with unprotected skin caused third-degree burns. Result: For information regarding SCP-7354-A-16's manifestation event, refer to Addendum 7354-2. Watch Station Epsilon-38 Instance: SCP-7354-A-17 Date: 02/05/2010 Description: [DATA LOST] Result: [DATA LOST] Instance: SCP-7354-A-18 Date: 02/05/2010 Description: A fully organic replica of Agent Stone. Whenever the instance suffered an injury that lowered its body mass, any separated portions of its body weighing 5+ kg would grow and metamorphose into a duplicate of itself (pictured above) while it regenerated..Secondary SCP-7354-A-18 instances did not have this trait. If they did, this anomaly theoretically could have caused an NK-Class "Grey Goo" Scenario. Result: For information regarding SCP-7354-A-18's manifestation event, refer to Addendum 7354-2. As far as schools of thaumaturgy go, carnomancy is rather predictable. Not unlike alchemy, it is grounded in physical principles—if you want a carnomantic construct to have structure, you need a bit of bone. Strength requires muscle fiber, intelligence requires neural tissue, and so on. SCP-7354 appears to have missed this memo—and I'm not just talking about how it's been able to make do with blood alone. SCP-7354-A instances, going by our current understanding of Nälkä carnomancy, shouldn't be possible. We've seen these constructs use carnomancy in ways we thought only Karcists.Karcist: Honorific given to the spiritual and secular leaders of the Nälkä. Possess carnomancy of such level that they have obtained biological immortality. could handle (levitation, tumor generation through line of sight, near-instantaneous regeneration, etc.). This doesn't just make them dangerous—it makes them unpredictable. Every manifestation event is another curveball—and you can't contain what you can't prepare for. At first, we believed that SCP-7354's carnomancy was different, altered in some way. We assumed, perhaps justifiably, that an additional anomalous force was at play. [DATA LOST] To sum up months of research to prove just that: we were wrong. We have no idea how or why SCP-7354 does what it does. And we have no idea what it's going to do next. —Dr. Daniel Asheworth (Director, Thaumatology Dept.) ADDENDUM 7354-2 INCIDENT 7354-KERBEROS On 02/05/2010, starting at 05:31 AM, SCP-7354-A-15, -16, and -18 manifested within 28 minutes of one another. The resulting breach was the third most severe since the containment crisis of 2001;.2001 Containment Crisis: A string of massive containment breaches orchestrated by Henry Bowe, former director of the ASCI and suspected architect of the Omega-7 Initiative. The impetus for ETTRA's founding. nearly 90% of Area-354's personnel was already deceased when MTF Alpha-7 arrived onsite. The following took place in the immediate aftermath of the breach. As Area-354's surveillance system was nonfunctional, footage is from Agent Ciara McCready's body camera. Date: 02/05/2010 Time: 07:15 PM Subject: Agent Ciara McCready [Excerpt begins with McCready jogging through a dilapidated concrete corridor. The ground is littered with the bodies of area personnel and SCP-7354-A-18 instances. Loud impact sounds and organic tearing can be heard in the distance.] Captain Zaman (COM): McCready, do you have Hevel's status? His feed just dropped. Agent McCready: I lost my visual in the fighting—think I'm catching up, though. [As Agent McCready nears a turn in the hallway, the noises abruptly stop. Passing through the turn, a 1.5 m hole in the wall of the corridor enters the camera's line of view. As she approaches the hole, it becomes apparent that it leads into SCP-7354's enclosure.] Agent McCready: Shit. We were trying to keep Hevel away from the primary anomaly, right? Captain Zaman (COM): Confirmed. Command doesn't want too much cross-contamination between Nälkä anomalies. Is he near the enclosure? [Agent McCready enters the enclosure. The ground is covered in snow and chunks of inhuman gore. SCP-7376-A is kneeling at the edge of SCP-7354, faced away from McCready.] Agent McCready: You could say that. [Agent McCready nears SCP-7376-A.] Agent McCready: Hey Hevel, Captain says you need to keep checking for stragglers. [Silence. SCP-7376-A does not move.] Agent McCready: Hevel? [Silence.] SCP-7376-A: It happened here, you know. Ion. Agent McCready: What? SCP-7376-A: The Grand Karcist. Ozi̮rmok. This is his blood. This is his grave. [SCP-7376-A turns toward Agent McCready. It is silently weeping.] SCP-7376-A: This is where he died. ADDENDUM 7354-3 SUPPLEMENTAL MATERIAL Excerpts from The Seventh Ordeal of Ion by Klavigar Nadox.Klavigar: Honorific given to Grand Karcist Ion's four closest disciples. All the flowers bloomed, the day wretched Važjuma descended upon our world. It had not come in fullness, but in aspect, in avatar—for surely, if the Devourer had arrived in its entirety, the simple gravity of its terrible mass would've extinguished the sun. Even now, I am not entirely certain what I saw. Važjuma was a boiling sea of teeth, frothing with acid. It was a vast and detestable stomach. It was Yaldabaoth. Abandoning mortal form, the Ozi̮rmok's spirit filled the sky. In one hand, he1 held a great flame. In another, his staff of muscle and bone. And in yet another, he carried an Archon's heart. Grand Karcist Ion strode forth to meet his opponent. Ion and Važjuma fought for eleven days and eleven nights. It was a horror to behold. Each strike lit up the heavens. Each blow was heavy enough to shatter mountains. And still, the avatar was whole. Unbroken. Hungry. Ion saw the coming dawn of the twelfth day and knew that he would not live to see its dusk. Ion mustered up all his strength. All his courage and cunning, every piece of himself that had not yet been devoured. He summoned up everything he was, had been, and would ever be—and set it all alight. In a thunderous explosion like none I've seen before or since, Ion split the firmament open and cast Važjuma back into the Void.2 Translator's Notes 1. Klavigar Nadox refers to Grand Karcist Ion using the Old Adytite pronoun "ŋuraj", which was interchangeably used to indicate masculine and gender-neutral subjects. The translator has chosen to solely use masculine pronouns for the sake of clarity, though gender-neutral pronouns would have been equally accurate. 2. The veracity of The Seventh Ordeal of Ion has been heavily disputed by members of GoI-004, who claim it is propaganda that attempts to overwrite a historical battle between the Mekhanite army and Lash-Rakal..Lash-Rakal: A colossal airborne entity that allegedly was the child of an Archon. They contend that Grand Karcist Ion's death had actually taken place several months prior, at the hands of PoI-004A-001 ("High Priest Bumaro"). Bumaro, notably, has not publicly confirmed or denied either account. ADDENDUM 7354-4 [DATA LOST] [DATA LOST] 7376a-surveil_hx38002.log SCP-7376-A: Why didn't you tell me?! [DATA LOST]: Calm down. You're not making any sense. SCP-7376-A: The blood! Why didn't you tell me it was becoming faster? [DATA LOST]: We did tell you that! SCP-7376-A: You told me the blood was growing more dangerous. You said nothing of speed. [DATA LOST]: Does the distinction matter? SCP-7376-A: Of course it does. The art of the Nälkä is that of adaptation, evolution. It is only natural that the blood would hone its weapons over time. But speed? Ion isn't here to sustain it! After nearly 3000 years, it should be getting slower. [DATA LOST]: But it's not. SCP-7376-A: I know. [Silence.] SCP-7376-A: Do you know what happens when you die? [DATA LOST]: …Are you asking me if I believe in the afterlife? SCP-7376-A: I speak of the physical process. [DATA LOST]: I mean, your body decomposes, doesn't it? SCP-7376-A: This is true. The body decays… and in doing so it becomes a house for parasites and scavengers. Old life gives way to new. It is the way of things. [Silence.] SCP-7376-A: Do you know what happens when a god dies? 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SCP-7355 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7355 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the recent discovery of SCP-7355, the following containment procedures are incomplete and are to be updated as more data on the anomaly is discovered. The Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital is to be purchased by a Foundation front company, with two security guards stationed outside the entrance of SCP-7355. SCP-7355 is to be locked, and individuals attempting to enter are to be redirected. All individuals involved in Dr. Fyodor Andrich's surgery are to be amnesticized. A search for Dr. Andrich is ongoing. Description: SCP-7355 is Room 305 of the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital and the center of many poorly understood anomalous phenomena. The Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital was founded in 1989 in Scranton, Pennsylvania, by businessman Jacob Heller. Heller founded the hospital after his son, Donovan, died in a car crash. SCP-7355 was discovered on 5/11/2023, when Dr. Andrich was transported to the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital after being hit by a car. Dr. Andrich was in critical condition and narrowly avoided breaking his neck in the incident with only minor damage to his cervical vertebrae. He then received care in Room 305 of the hospital. It is worth noting that prior to the incident, the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital did not have a Room 305. Although the anomalous properties of SCP-7355 are disparate and poorly understood as of this time, its primary abnormality is its extremely high density of Akiva Radiation. There is approximately 870 times more Akiva Radiation within SCP-7355 than any other room in the hospital. The amount of radiation has been increasing since SCP-7355's discovery. Current radiation levels are characteristic of divine intervention. See Addendum 7355.03 for more details. Addendum 7355.01: Appendix of Observed Anomalies The following is a list of known anomalous phenomena that occurred during Dr. Andrich's stay within the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital. Further research is ongoing. During Dr. Andrich's surgery, several of the doctors moved more precisely than what should have been possible. In a later interview, Dr. Rudolf Watkins described an overpowering, painful force grabbing his hand and moving it for him. Several of the doctors were found to have injuries, bruises, and mild bone fractures on their arms. Dr. Andrich's lung had collapsed and was punctured by several ribs, necessitating a lung transplant. During the event, the organs of several Foundation personnel at Site-██ spontaneously demanifested, causing them to require urgent medical care. Several of them claimed to be happy that they had lost their organs, stating that "God wants someone else to have them". These organs were later found within the organ locker at the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital. Halfway through the surgery, the sound of distorted trumpets mixed with children crying was heard from an unknown source for approximately seven minutes. The Akiva Radiation levels within SCP-7355 nearly doubled during this period. Throughout the surgery, a liquid consisting of 33% human blood, 15% holy water, and 52% morphine formed on the surface of Dr. Andrich's skin. The liquid appeared to anomalously cause Dr. Andrich's body to regenerate. It is believed that had these events not occurred during the operation, Dr. Andrich would have died. Addendum 7355.02: Recovered Document On 6/20/2023, Dr. Andrich, although not yet discharged from the hospital, had improved in condition enough to be able to use a wheelchair and speak. It was decided to inform him of the anomaly and instruct him to remain alert for any other anomalous phenomena. Dr. Andrich later wrote the following document while in the hospital. I can only assume that God wants me to live. I mean, knowing that He saved my life, with that hospital room as his agent is something incredible to me. The fact that an anomaly could exist just for me, of all people, is something really amazing. And then the fact that it's religious, I mean, we have the numbers, the data that proves God is involved. Even if it wasn't, it still IS something made just to save my life. A gift from God. A break in existence so that I could survive. And then I realized something. I had an epiphany. This isn't the first time God has saved my life. My existence has been fraught with events that should have killed me. When I was born, I was shriveled, yellow, and weak. I honestly would have died if my mother waited. On the advice of her doctor, she would have waited. If she hadn't changed doctors, I wouldn't have survived. A train of inexplicable events all leading to me. My life. And even beyond that, there's the time I almost drowned when I was three. When I cut my wrists at 17. When I was 9 and fell off the roof. When I cancelled my flight and then later learned that the plane had crashed. God had to have been with me in all those moments so I could have lived. The coincidences are stacking up, but there has to be a meaning to all of this. A meaning for why people died and I live. Why children become corpses, but the child I was didn't. So, I have concluded from the evidence that that room is God and He wants me to survive for some purpose. Am I to be a prophet, a messenger, an agent of His will? I genuinely don't know, but my survival has to have a reason for it. That room. 305. The thing He built for me and only me. It's where God is. Where I'll find Him. So, I am going to it. Back to the central anomaly. The center of God's will. The place of meaning and where I put my life in His hands. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. Enlightenment is a scalpel and painkillers. [ILLEGIBLE] Addendum 7355.03: Exploration Log The following is the only footage of an unapproved exploration into SCP-7355 by Dr. Andrich. <BEGIN LOG> Andrich, using a wheelchair, enters SCP-7355. The room has become stretched and distorted, making it difficult to make progress. It takes him five minutes to roll towards the light switch and turn it on. The light is blinding, much more than it should be. It reveals that instead of the bed and medical equipment that should be within SCP-7355, there is a massive pile of corpses of children. Some are still bleeding while others are in a state of decay. Their ages vary from 3 to 10. All are dead. Andrich's wheelchair collapses and he is thrust upon the ground. Marshalling his strength, he crawls towards the pile of corpses. While doing so he cries and whispers a prayer. The light grows steadily brighter and there is a powerful buzzing noise. Andrich coughs up blood from what is believed to be organ failure. The stitches on his left arm break and he cries out in pain, still crawling towards the light. Blood and the crushed bodies of aborted fetuses cover the floor, making it difficult to continue. Andrich still crawls. While before the room was stretched out, making it difficult to move, now it is collapsing, causing Andrich to reach the top of the body pile at an impossible speed. The further he gets, the more his condition deteriorates until he appears to be falling like an improperly made doll. The light and buzzing sound increase to painful degrees as Andrich reaches the top of the pile and looks at its peak. Only the image of an operating table can be made out. Andrich: What the… this isn't what you were… Andrich falls to the ground, sobbing as the light becomes blinding and the buzz becomes earsplitting. <END LOG> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7355" by NielleiN, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7355. Licensed under CC-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-7356 | safe | O, spirit of wind, where have your people gone? 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} body.print-body #main-content::before, body.print-body #main-content::after { display: none; } } Canon Hub » Site-17 Deepwell Catalog / Department of Unreality » SCP-7356 Item #: SCP-7356 Special Containment Procedures: The materials utilized in summoning and maintaining SCP-7356 are highly esoteric, and thus already unavailable to the public. The skull required for the ritual is present within Site-17 at all times, and is handled by available D-Class personnel. A specialized humanoid containment chamber has been constructed in the low-security wing of Site-17, based on the original area where SCP-7356 was first summoned. This containment chamber contains an assortment of false, 0.96 meter-wide hallways on each wall, a couch in the middle for attendants, and a toolbox filled with 22 centimeter-long nails, replenished by D-Class at the end of every testing period. The ritual for summoning SCP-7356 requires a minimum of 2 individuals to act as the "ritualist" and the "attendant." The duties of the ritualist and the attendant are as follows: The ritualist will remain aware of the ritual. They will be asked to carry the skull (see Description) into the testing chamber. They must follow the instructions given to them by the attendant until the point where they must place the skull against the nearest surface — they will then attach the skull to the wall using the provided nails. The ritualist will inform the attendant that they are performing a ritual once SCP-7356 is summoned. The attendant must be amnesticized before the ritual. They will be given a series of written instructions to follow, which includes the movement of the skull from its holding place to the testing chamber; they will be asked to repeat these instructions until the conditions align that allow SCP-7356 to be summoned. The ritualist will, at this point, inform the attendant that they are performing a ritual. At the end of each testing period, the surface the skull was placed will be decontaminated. The skull will be removed from the chamber; it will then be returned to biological storage in a Safe-class locker. Description: SCP-7356 is an entity that variably manifests in a selected space if certain parameters are met. The parameters are as follows: The ritual must take place inside a transitional space, such as a hallway, a parking lot, a break room, etc. Break rooms and hallways have been the most successful in summoning SCP-7356. The ritualist must possess the skull of REAO-6124-A, a prehistoric, predatory bird. The skull must lack its jawbone. The ritualist must have verbal consent of the attendant to put the skull against another surface. This attendant must not know of, or understand, the ritual and its purpose. Once these parameters are met, there is a chance SCP-7356 will exit the provided skull. The method in which it performs this action is unclear. SCP-7356 is a humanoid, approximately 1.8 meters tall. It lacks pigmentation in its skin, and a visible mouth. The entity is not hostile; once summoned, it will move as far as possible from any conscious beings in the space provided, though it will not hide itself. It will then observe its summoner(s) until the ritual is suspended. As soon as the ritual is suspended, SCP-7356 will begin to dissipate; its body will rapidly become transparent, then disappear entirely, leaving a pile of feathers belonging to various black and brown-feathered birds. Those in the presence of SCP-7356 have not reported adverse effects. However, assigned ritualists — even those who had been amnesticized — have reported experiencing dreams depicting an unknown species of bird, possibly a crow or raven, gliding down a hallway. Said individuals have reported that the area around the bird's beak is damaged, though the specific manner in which it is damaged differs between subjects. Addendum — Discovery: A cache of anomalous materials were scheduled to be transferred to Site-17. The transfer was ordered on 03/06/2013, and was expected to occur one week later. As none of the requested objects were harmful or classified in nature, SCP-40511 was asked to aid in the transport. SCP-4051 readily complied. On the day before the materials were scheduled to arrive, SCP-4051 requested a meeting with Dr. Jules Yesenia, its therapist, in a state of distress. This request was granted, and SCP-4051 was escorted to her office shortly after. The meeting is transcribed below: <Begin Log> Yesenia: Hi, Rainer. This is… very unexpected. Is everything okay? SCP-4051: Yeah. I mean, yeah, I'm okay. Nothing happened to me. Yesenia: Right. But you asked to see me, because…? SCP-4051 fidgets in its chair, looking down at the ground. After tapping its feet in rapid succession, it looks back up at Dr. Yesenia. SCP-4051: I have a really bad feeling about tomorrow. Yesenia: Yeah? How come, I thought you were excited? It's your first big job. SCP-4051: I had this dream. Yesenia: Shoot. Tell me about it, I won't interrupt. SCP-4051: Well… so, I don't know how to describe it— I was a camera, I guess. Just floating along. And I was following this bird, down this long hallway. The bird was black and really big, and feathers were falling out of it. But it just kept going in a straight line. Oh, and, the hallway was like the ones here in the Site. Same carpeting and wall color and everything. So, the bird is flying down the hallway, not really flapping its wings or anything, and I guess I stepped in front of it? And I saw its beak. It was cracked down the middle, like, through both its nostrils and its, uh, chin, and everything. It was like someone hit it really hard right in the face. And under some of the cracks, it had all these gross little teeth. That's — then it looked at me. In my eyes and everything. We stared at each other, I think, and it kept gliding along, and then, like bam, it crashes into a wall behind us. And I spin around, right up next to the wall, like I was about to crash into it too. So I backed up, and when I looked back at the bird, there was a nail through its head — but it wasn't alive anymore, it was just a skeleton. Its mouth was open, and all its teeth were embedded in the wall. That's how far open the jaw was. Yesenia: That's… a lot. Are you okay? SCP-4051: Yeah! I'm fine. But, uh, that's not all. Yesenia: Sorry, Rainer. You can continue. SCP-4051: No, it's okay! Um… well, I helped the bird close its mouth. I tried to pull on the nail, but it flinched, like it was scared. And then, all the bones fell to the ground, but when I looked down… SCP-4051 lowers its head as it narrates. SCP-4051: It was like the scene shifted again. I saw this really pale person? Peeking around a corner and looking at me. And then it slid away, and that's when I woke up. Yesenia: A person? Were they familiar to you? SCP-4051: Maybe… it was so vivid, but now I don't really remember. Yesenia: I see. Do you want me to call in, and say you can't participate tomorrow? SCP-4051: No! No, I actually, I feel a lot better now. Because I talked about it. Yesenia: Are you sure? SCP-4051: Yeah. Yeah. SCP-4051 stands from its chair. SCP-4051: Um, thank you. Yesenia: No problem at all. I'll radio you in, okay? Try to get some sleep. Yesenia stands and exits the camera view, though her voice, while muffled, is audible. SCP-4051 waits for her to exit the screen, then begins pacing back and forth. <End Log> The next day, the materials arrived at the Site as expected. Director Thomas Graham took control of operations in the loading dock; the supply drop team was delayed by unrelated, unexpected circumstances. The team was permitted to leave early before an incoming snowstorm. This left two more shipments unattended in the dock. Director Graham requested SCP-4051's aid in moving the shipments to the headquarters of the Essophysics Department; SCP-4051 complied. While en route to the headquarters, it is believed SCP-4051 accidentally summoned SCP-7356 for the first time. <Begin Log> SCP-4051 and Director Graham enter the frame together; Graham is ahead of SCP-4051 by a few steps. SCP-4051 is holding the REAO-6124-A skull in its arms, as well as dragging a wooden crate behind it. The crate has "Site-87" stamped onto its sides. Graham is holding a clipboard and pen, and appears to be writing. Graham: Double time, fifty-one. We're not asking a lot from you. SCP-4051: Uh, yes, sir, sorry, sir. SCP-4051 attempts to match Graham's pace, the crate clipping the back of its heel. It jolts, the skull teetering out of its arm for a moment. Graham: Hold it properly, fifty-one. SCP-4051: Yes, yes, sir! SCP-4051 frowns, slowing down. Graham does not appear to notice; he continues walking forward, flipping through papers on his clipboard. SCP-4051 gently places the handle to the crate on the ground, leaving it be. It attempts to readjust the weight of the specimen, then puts the skull against the wall. Graham: (Graham speaks as if he is distracted.) Come, fifty-one. Well… Graham begins writing on his clipboard, sighing. SCP-4051 stares into the skull's eye sockets. Its expression is unreadable. Graham: We're going to take a quick break. Set my assets down wherever you see fit. See to it they are not damaged. You can take your gloves off for the time being. I am going to make a call. SCP-4051: Just… put it down anywhere? Graham: (He sighs.) Yes. Graham steps to the side of the hallway, a few meters away from SCP-4051. SCP-4051 tilts its head, and examines the skull closer; goosebumps become visible on its skin. Graham shuffles, and pulls a radio transmitter off of his belt. He unsuccessfully attempts to call for Gamma-5 Agent Beck2 twice, then flips to another channel — both channels play static, with occasional bursts of what sounds like ducks quacking. The wall behind Graham discolors, then curves inwards. It then begins to crack, what appears to be yolk spilling out of the holes; as this occurs, SCP-7356's face becomes visible from inside the wall. It pushes outwards, floating through the air before landing directly behind Graham. Its head is ducked over Graham's shoulder, its face obscured. The yolks dribble upwards into the wall, and the wall repairs itself. SCP-4051 shivers and turns its head. SCP-4051 stares at SCP-7356 in silence, its mouth agape. SCP-7356 swings its head around, almost dropping into a quadrupedal stance behind Graham. It stares back at SCP-4051. SCP-4051 takes a deep breath, then shouts. SCP-4051: Director, look out! Graham, startled, jolts and turns around. As he turns his torso, SCP-7356 ducks beneath his legs and crawls between them, scuttling across the hallway. Graham appears unaware of SCP-7356's presence. Graham: What? What is it? Graham swivels his head to the side, then straightens at the sight of SCP-7356's movement. He shuffles across the hallway, standing beside SCP-4051; the two of them watch as SCP-7356 slips around the corner. Graham and SCP-4051 stare at the corner. After a brief moment, SCP-7356 drapes its head forward, and stares back at them. It places a hand on the wall. SCP-4051 removes the skull from the wall, and walks towards SCP-7356 tentatively. As it approaches, SCP-7356 slowly slides its hand back around the wall, then pulls its neck away, no longer visible. SCP-4051 peeks around the corner, holding the skull to its chest. On the ground, there is a pile of feathers. SCP-4051 looks back and forth, before turning back to face Graham. Graham, pressed against the wall, begins to sidestep out of view. SCP-4051 runs after him, leaving the crate behind. <End Log> Director Graham and SCP-4051 arrived at the headquarters unharmed. The specimen was confiscated, and SCP-4051 was brought back to its containment chamber after the administration of Class-S ("Slow Burn") amnestics3. As of writing, testing is ongoing. Footnotes 1. An individual capable of summoning any item it can properly conceive of. Formerly allowed to assist in duties around Site-17, before its classification as Keter in July of 2013. 2. Agent Beck and Director Graham would later meet to discuss an item in transport. 3. At the request of Director Graham, citing the possibility of memetic contagion. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7356" by FLOORBOARDS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7356. Licensed under CC-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-7357 | safe | Item#: 7357 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: notice Risk Class: dark link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 157 Steve Mastus Abbi Tabernaq N/A Special Containment Procedures: A 1 kg seed sample of SCP-7357 is to be contained within a sealed Tupperware container inside a secure locker at Site-157. Samples removed from the container are not to exceed 100 g. A detailed log must be kept of all SCP-7357 that is produced, complete with accurate records of what has been used to feed it and how much of the sample was subsequently destroyed via incineration. All new SCP-7357-A instances are to be incinerated. Description: SCP-7357 denotes a mixture most similar to "friendship cake" starter; a batter that can be "fed", then have portions of it split off to be cooked or shared for as long as people continue to "feed" it. While chemical analysis of the batter yields no exact details on its ingredients, the overall makeup remains constant regardless of the ingredients mixed in. Investigations into the extent of this property are ongoing. SCP-7357-A denotes any cake produced using quantities of SCP-7357 as an ingredient. The delivered SCP-7357-A instance. Discovery: On 14/04/2010, Site-157 received an unmarked package containing the following: An SCP-7357-A instance;1 A Tupperware container of SCP-7357; A note reading: "Please Feed Herman". Shortly after these objects were catalogued, they were transported to a secure locker for temporary storage. Upon arrival, it was found that a slice had been cut from SCP-7357-A. This slice has not been located, and the relevant security footage pertaining to this time period was found to have been misplaced. Investigations are underway to locate the individual responsible. Experiment Log 7357-1: Date: 15/04/2010 Subject: 50 grams of all-purpose flour. Procedure: Mixed with 50 grams of SCP-7357. Result: Identical to initial SCP-7357. Note: 50 grams returned, excess incinerated. - Abbi Video Log 7357-1 Foreword: The following footage was taken in the Site-157 break room shortly following the submission of Experiment Log 7357-1 <Begin Log> The feed starts, showing Director Mastus alone in the break room eating lunch at a table. The door opens, and Researcher Tabernaq enters. Mastus gives Tabernaq a small wave with one hand as he bites into his sandwich. Tabernaq returns the wave as she walks over to the refrigerator, takes out her own lunch, and joins him. The two sit and eat in silence for 2 minutes. Mastus: Y'know what Abbi? She grunts what sounds like "what" through a mouthful of sandwich. Mastus: With that new arrival on the mind, I've been thinking it'd be cool to do an office sourdough starter. Tabernaq rolls her eyes, still chewing. Mastus: We'd all pass it around -bring in bread- it'd be fun! She shakes her head firmly. Mastus: What?! I think it's a good- Tabernaq raises her finger, stopping him, and swallows. Tabernaq: No. Mastus: Really? It would be great for bringing everyone together! Like a project- Tabernaq: I've got enough projects. Mastus: But- Tabernaq: Enough sourdough projects, more specifically. One. Thanks for that, Steve. Tabernaq takes another bite of her sandwich. Mastus: Ah yes… Mastus finishes off his own sandwich and stands, collects his garbage, and begins walking over to the trash can. Mastus: 7… 357… He walks back over to the table and leans toward Tabernaq. Mastus: How's that going, by the way? Tabernaq leans away from him. Tabernaq: Woah, personal space, Steve! Just read the reports. Mastus: Oh, but Abbi I'm so busy… Tabernaq: Busy my ass. Still haven't found out who snuck the slice of that cake. Mastus's expression drops. Mastus: That's not my job. Tabernaq raises her eyebrows. Tabernaq: And your job is? Mastus excited expression returns. Mastus: Community building! So back to the- Tabernaq: No. Mastus lets out an artificially exasperated sigh and begins to walk towards the door. Mastus: Well anyway. Don't come crying to me when you want in on the dough! Tabernaq: I can assure you- The door slams shut as Mastus exits. Tabernaq: …I won't be. She sighs as she takes another bite of her sandwich. <End Log> Experiment Log 7357-2: Date: 16/04/2010 Subject: 50 grams of sliced tomatoes. Procedure: Mixed with 50 grams of SCP-7357. Result: Identical to initial SCP-7357. Note: 50 grams returned, excess incinerated. - Abbi Video Log 7357-2 Foreword: The following footage was taken in the Site-157 break room shortly following the submission of Experiment Log 7357-2 <Begin Log> The feed starts, showing Tabernaq sitting at a table covered with notes. The door flies open, and Mastus struts in. Mastus: Abbi, so great to see you! Tabernaq looks up, gives a brief nod and smile, then returns her attention to her notes. Mastus: I mean, it feels like it's been so long! Tabernaq: It's been a day- Mastus: And I've barely seen you at all! Tabernaq releases a sharp exhale from her nose, and turns back to Mastus. Tabernaq: Is there something you need, Steve? Mastus puts his hand against his chest and makes a "have-I-done-something-to-make-you-upset" face. Mastus: No no no… I was just going to extend another offer… See if you wanted to join the office starter? Tabernaq turns to look at the opposite wall, shakes her head, and turns back to Mastus. Mastus: So ye- Tabernaq: No, Steve. It's still no. Mastus: But we've got Markham, DeJoyce, Burterman, Herman… Tabernaq: Herman? I don't know a Herman. Mastus: Doctor Hernan? Did I say his name wrong? Tabernaq: What? Yes, but… no… no! That's beside the point. Mastus: So yes? Tabernaq: No! Mastus: No? Tabernaq: Yes! Mastus: Just one meeting? I think if you learned more, and maybe tried some of the- Tabernaq: No. God! Steve. She quickly gathers her things. Tabernaq: Just stop bringing it up! I don't want to join your sourdough club! She leaves. <End Log> Experiment Log 7357-3: Date: 17/04/2010 Subject: Rattus norvegicus (deceased) weighing 750 grams. Procedure: Portioned, then mixed with 50 grams of SCP-7357. Result: Identical to initial SCP-7357. Note: 50 grams returned, excess incinerated. I'm not doing that again. - Abbi Video Log 7357-3 Foreword: The following footage was taken in the Site-157 break room shortly following the submission of Experiment Log 7357-3. <Begin Log> The feed starts, showing Mastus standing beside the door with a Cake on a tray. The door opens, hiding Mastus from view, and Tabernaq walks in with a selection of files, books, and a laptop. Mastus: Surprise! Tabernaq jumps, dropping everything. Mastus: I brought you some cake! Tabernaq: Fuck! Steve. I don't have time for this right now! She starts recollecting her pile. Tabernaq: If this is another attempt to get me to join your club: it's not going to happen. Mastus: Come on Abbi! If you tried some, I think you'd really come around! She looks up. Tabernaq: Well, I definitely can't do that while all my stuff is on the floor! Mastus's face goes blank. Mastus: Oh. Tabernaq: Yeah. Mastus: Do you need help- Tabernaq: I'll be fine. She finishes collecting her things, and heaves them towards the table. Mastus follows behind her and rests the tray on the table. Tabernaq looks at the Cake on the tray. Her face goes blank. She stares for a few seconds. Mastus: Is there something wrong? Wait- no. Have you decided you want a slice? Just a second… Mastus turns toward the kitchen. Tabernaq looks back and forth between him and the Cake. Tabernaq: Fuck… Mastus: Did you say something? Tabernaq: Oh… uh. Yeah! Thing is, Steve, I'd actually really like a slice… Mastus turns around. A kitchen knife slices through the air in his grip. His face is alight with glee. Mastus: You'd like some? He glides over, stops, then plunges the knife into the cake. Tabernaq: I would love some, but… Mastus stops cutting, grasp tight on the knife. His gaze fixes on Tabernaq. Mastus: But what? An exaggerated apologetic expression works its way onto her face. Tabernaq: I have to come clean… Mastus: Come clean? Tabernaq: The real reason I've been refusing you… Tabernaq's eyebrows scrunch up. Tabernaq: Is that… A heavy silence fills the room. Tabernaq: It'll give me the shits. Mastus: The shits? Mastus's hand relaxes on the knife. Tabernaq: Yeah! Diarrhea! The shits! An impeccable stool! Mastus: Oh. Mastus's hand falls off the knife and to his side. Mastus: You could have just told me earli- Tabernaq: Well, it slipped my mind. Mastus: It- Tabernaq: And you know what else slipped my mind? Dentist appointment. I gotta go. Tabernaq gathers her things. Mastus: Oh. Ok. Tabernaq walks quickly out of the room. Mastus watches her. The door closes. <End Log> Experiment Log 7357-4: Date: 18/04/2010 Subject: SCP-7357 Procedure: Incineration. Result: TBD Note: N/A Video Log 7357-4 Foreword: The following footage was taken in the Site-157 disposal depot shortly following the submission of Experiment Log 7357-4 <Begin Log> The feed starts. The disposal room is empty. After a moment, the door creaks open, and Tabernaq enters holding both the container of SCP-7357 and the initial SCP-7357-A instance in her hands. She walks toward the furnace, leaving the door to close itself. It shuts with a deep thud. She reaches the furnace and undoes the latch. The panel swings open, revealing a dark, empty hole. The objects fall from her hands, landing in a clatter of plastic against metal against Cake. After a pause, she closes the furnace door, and once more secures its latch. She looks over her shoulder and sighs. The room is silent. She steps over to the furnace control panel, and after a few button presses, the furnace whirs to life. A creak. Tabernaq's head turns to the far door. Mastus stands in the frame. The furnace roars and pulses. Tabernaq: Hey Steve. Mastus's face falls into a frown. Mastus: I checked your medical records, Abbi. A pause. Tabernaq: That's a gross- Mastus raises his hand. Mastus: I know. He takes a step forward. Mastus: It doesn't matter. A pulse emanates from the furnace. Then a creak, bulging pressure from within that shortly fades. Mastus: You lied to me, Abbi. Tabernaq: I- Mastus: You lied to Herman. He's stepping closer now. Tabernaq: Why are you doing this? Mastus: That doesn't matter now, Abbi, does it? Tabernaq: Why? The two are face to face. Mastus: You were never good with precise measurements. Silence. Mastus puts his hand on Tabernaq's shoulder and smiles. Mastus: But that's the past! He leans in. Mastus: Now Herman wants to meet you. Mastus: Personally. <End Log> Experiment Log 7357-5: Date: 18/04/2010 Subject: Head Researcher Abbi Tabernaq Procedure: Introduced to Herman Result: One with Herman Note: N/A Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Inter-Site Morale To: All Sites From: ten.PiCS|751sustaMS#ten.PiCS|751sustaMS (Steve Mastus, Site-157 Director) Subject: Inter-Site Morale. Greetings all! We here at Site-157 have found great success with our new "share-a-starter" project in improving morale and community on site. It's so good in fact, that we want to extend an invitation to all of you! But corporate talk will get us nowhere. All you really need to see is the product! Care for a slice? « SCP-7356 | SCP-7357 | SCP-7358 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7357" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7357. Licensed under CC-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: Herman Name: 2007-06-30Hermann02.jpg Author: Wildfeuer License: Attribution 2.5 Generic (CC BY 2.5) Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2007-06-30Hermann02.jpg Filename: Hermanslice Name: 2007-06-30Hermann05.jpg Author: Wildfeuer License: Attribution 2.5 Generic (CC BY 2.5) Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2007-06-30Hermann05.jpg Footnotes 1. Pictured |
SCP-7358 | neutralized | Rab333 Horsin' Around. Also, more stuff by me! Item#: 7358 Level4 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7358, pictured upon discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7358's remains are currently stored in Site-15, with maintenance teams charged with checking the condition of the apparatuses present in its body on a monthly basis. Further research into several different as of yet unknown mechanical functions of SCP-7358 is currently underway. The implications of SCP-7358's death should not be made clear to the research team or the maintenance bodies currently working on it. Surviving public records of any anomalous abilities displayed by SCP-7358 are to be confiscated and stored within its file. Any currently available public records on SCP-7358 should be minimized in importance. Description: SCP-7358 is the corpse of the mythological horse Catalan, ridden by Ștefan cel Mare1 during his rule of Moldavia. While possessing no apparent outward differences compared to a member of the Equus caballus2 species, SCP-7358's structure, and major body functions are all mechanical in nature, with multiple additional features present, including, but not limited to: Metallic outer layer, composed of interlocking seamless plates for physical resistance, Significantly altered brain with memory-recording implants present, Zoom eye implants, engineered for long-distance scoping, Hoof-mounted gyroscopic balancers, granting SCP-7358 the ability to stand upright, Retractable 15'' hoof steel blades. The remains of SCP-7358 were discovered in an inactive, damaged state in the northeastern range of the Carpathian Mountains, nearing the border of Ukraine and Moldova. Upon discovery, the majority of the mechanical modifications possessed by SCP-7358 were severely damaged and decayed, though some features have been partially restored through extensive effort. Information gleaned during these repair efforts has led to the conclusion that the anomaly "died" and was deactivated sometime in the early 1920s. Individuals working on SCP-7358 should not be made aware of its increased significance post-mortem. Through continued efforts, approximately 0.0037% of the available memory data from SCP-7358 has been restored and copied. Below is an archive of important data collected from SCP-7358, though several files have been recovered in different stages of corruption. Addendum 7358.1 ARCHIVE LOG Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 04/14/1457 Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 04/14/1457 VIDEO LOG NOTE: For accessibility, the log below has been translated to English using an .aic language translator. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7358 is situated in a forest clearing, overlooking a skirmish, later identified as the 1457 Battle of Orbic. SCP-7358 focuses on a fight between Ștefan cel Mare and Petru Aron.3 Ștefan: I have you cornered now, Petru! This shall be the day you draw your last breath, bastard! Ștefan can be seen clutching a long sword, standing over an injured Petru. A pair of soldiers are sneaking up on the two, which SCP-7358 notices. Petru: Do not be so sure about that, Ștefan… You won't take the throne, not from me at least, with your hot temper! Ștefan: Maybe I will fail later on in my mission, but for you, this is your last failure. As Ștefan is ready to impale Petru, the two men jump in the action, clashing with Ștefan, as Petru is prepared to run. Seeing Ștefan lose the battle between himself and the two men, SCP-7358 charges in. Ștefan: […] Children of Satan! Gah, you will not take me down! (slash) Never! Unidentified Male: That's what they all say, scum! Ștefan, stabbed, takes a few steps back, as SCP-7358 enters the skirmish. Rising on two hooves and drawing blades, SCP-7358 and the two men enter a short battle. SCP-7358 dodges half a dozen blade thrusts, as the men scream in terror. Ștefan looks at the horse, bewildered, and then slowly rises up. Shortly after, SCP-7358 manages to fatally wound one of the men, using his body to dispose of the other attacker. Ștefan: W-what are you, foul beast?! The Devil in disguise, are you?! Curse you, monster! SCP-7358: Quell your anger, Ștefan. I am not of the Devil but neither God. I know who you are, and I have come here to save you, child. Do not be fooled by my appearance, I am more than a mere horse. But, only you will know that. SCP-7358 retracts its hoof-blades, and returns to a four-legged position. Ștefan How can I be sure of that?! That you aren't a wicked demon, who will lead me to the deepest pits of hell?! SCP-7358: You have to. (neigh) Until the day you die, I will be at your side, and your side only. Master. Ștefan: I will deal with you later, but, where is Petru?! SCP-7358: I can still see him from here, he's entering the forest. Leave him be, as fate requires it to be. He will pose no threat to you anymore. Ștefan: …Fate? SCP-7358: Yes, fate. Now, let us commence forth. [END LOG] Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 05/03/1457 Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 05/03/1457 VIDEO LOG NOTE: Date roughly coincides with the recorded history of the crowning of Ștefan cel Mare. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7358 is overlooking the coronation of Ștefan cel Mare from a few hundred feet away, as the ceremony begins on the Siret Valley. Approximately 34 minutes pass before SCP-7358 moves, this time raising itself on two hooves, and waving at Ștefan, who notices and heads out to SCP-7358. SCP-7358: So? Ștefan: It went well. SCP-7358: Of course. Have you thought about how you want to proceed from here? You have a lot of land to manage, and very little time. Ștefan: I will figure out a way, for one who stumbles across the well-worn path will fare poorly in the wilderness. If what I have in front of me will be the biggest challenge for my rule, then I shouldn't even rule. SCP-7358: If you say so. What about the Poles? Ștefan: We have to act. With Petru gone, he's most likely there. We'll strike hard and fast. SCP-7358: Very well. Go back to the people, rally them up. [END LOG] Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 08/15/1457 Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 08/15/1457 VIDEO LOG NOTE: Due to severe corruption sustained by this particular log, only a small part of it has been successfully retrieved. [BEGIN LOG] Muffled sounds can be heard for a few seconds, as the video cuts in and out of what appears to be a battlefield. SCP-7358: Good over there, Ștefan? Ștefan: As good as - Forty-six seconds of abrupt silence follow, until the log begins again. Ștefan: Gah! Not quite there! Rally them over here, my ride! [unintelligible] SCP-7358 tramples through a group of warriors, before the feed abruptly cuts out. [END LOG] Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 02/21/1476 Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 02/21/1476 VIDEO LOG NOTE: The recovered date matches the date of a recorded sprawling fire, ignited in the region of Prusa, in the former Ottoman Empire. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7358, feigning no intelligence, is surrounded by a few different men (later identified as Ottoman soldiers) discussing about what to do with SCP-7358. Unidentified Man 1: Does Istefanos4 not care about his own horse? Unidentified Man 2: Of course he does. We could kill it now, but using it as a bargaining chip would potentially bring us many riches. He has always loved his horse. Unidentified Man 3: Do not rush to a conclusion, has this horse not been proclaimed as devilish before? What did [unintelligible] say again? Unidentified Man 2: They felt an odd presence emanating from this horse, yes. Since we have brought it in, it has only brought us bad luck. Unidentified Man 3: Would it not be simply better to kill it? After all, it could prove to be a huge blow to the morale of Istefanos. Unidentified Man 1: You may be right, indeed. Shall we consult further, with our brothers? Or finish it off right here? Unidentified Man 3: The horse can die. It's not good for anything, especially if it's tainted. Unidentified Man 1: So be it. The three men head towards SCP-7358, ready to lead him away. As this happens, SCP-7358 raises on its hooves. SCP-7358: Do you think you can alter fate? Screams can be heard, as the feed cuts off. [END LOG] Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 07/01/1504 Retrieved SCP-7358 Memory Log - 07/01/1504 VIDEO LOG NOTE: This is the final log currently found pertaining to Ștefan cel Mare, recorded shortly before his death attributed to a leg infection the next day. [BEGIN LOG] Ștefan, arriving in a stable where SCP-7358 currently is located, sits down on a bale of hay and starts talking with SCP-7358. Ștefan: […] I fear that these are my last few days on this God-given earth. My infection isn't getting any better, and I can feel my life slipping away, through my fingers. SCP-7358: Do not falter. This, sadly, is meant to happen. You will do well in the life beyond this one. Ștefan: I certainly hope so. You've served me well, for all these years… (cough) Ștefan: What will happen to you now? SCP-7358: Do not worry about me. You are not the only one that I have helped, and certainly will not be the last. I have been here since the dawn of man, when sticks and stones were weapons of war. But the times have changed. Ștefan: Can you tell me something, in my last hour, Catalan? Ștefan: …Are you God? Silence. SCP-7358: Not quite. [END LOG] RESTRICTED FILE LEVEL 5/7358 Access Granted To: ne.tenpics|dmc9-5o#ne.tenpics|dmc9-5o From: ne.tenpics|dmc3-5o#ne.tenpics|dmc3-5o Subject: Regarding SCP-7358 The team working on 7358 managed to dig something up in the last few days, out of its memory. So far, no one else but them have this file, but even that seems to be too many, considering what it contains. I've attached the file below, along with some other supplemental things I myself have dug out of the archives. _ mem-file-1920.txtmem-file-1920.txt AUDIO LOG DATE: 10/11/1920 NOTE: Audio only. The entity SCP-7358 is talking to is as of now unidentified. [BEGIN LOG] Shortly after the log starts, sounds of heavy breathing and thumping can be heard in the background. SCP-7358: I have walked this earth for millennia, and was fated to walk it for millennia more. I truly fear that this day will change everything. SCP-7358: Dozens of rulers, lieges, beggars - I have all guided them on their destined path. The fate that they were destined to have. SCP-7358: What will happen now is uncertain, I fear. My powers are fading, and my flesh is dying. My own fate is coming to an end. SCP-7358: When I was sent down to this earth, to ensure that everything goes as it should, they were certain I would prevail. Certain, for most of my time here. Muffled walking can be heard for the next 17 seconds, alongside occasional neighs. Unidentified Voice: And, what now? SCP-7358: Now? (sigh) Now..? I… SCP-7358: I do not know. My own journey seems to be nearing its end, right in this meadow we are walking in. I, I am sorry. Unidentified Voice: You did all you could have done. Don't worry. SCP-7358: Maybe… maybe I have. Or maybe not. SCP-7358: One last… question. (neigh) Do you know who will take my place? The footsteps suddenly stop, followed by six seconds of silence. Unidentified Voice: I don't know if anyone will take your place. The fate of this world isn't yours to control anymore, it's theirs. FATE: Oh. Crashing noises can be heard a few seconds later, as the file cuts out. [END LOG] _ exchange-1920/10-admin-391.txtexchange-1920/10-admin-391.txt October 9th, 1920 We've finally got the grant we needed to set up shop. ASCI has given us the go ahead, and we're getting some additional help from them, too. Our provisional site in Nebraska currently is a bit understaffed, but with this, it should help. It really should. Today, today will mark the day, the one I have been waiting for ages. I'll need some helping hands though, now that this is official. What do you say, O5-1? Are you ready to join the new Foundation? - The Administrator - O5-3 To: ne.tenpics|dmc3-5o#ne.tenpics|dmc3-5o From: ne.tenpics|dmc9-5o#ne.tenpics|dmc9-5o Subject: re:Regarding SCP-7358 That's… news. Shit. I'll forward this to the rest of the Council. Do you have any clue as to how we should proceed? - O5-9 To: ne.tenpics|dmc9-5o#ne.tenpics|dmc9-5o From: ne.tenpics|dmc3-5o#ne.tenpics|dmc3-5o Subject: re:re:Regarding SCP-7358 I have no idea. - O5-3 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7358" by Rab333, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7358. Licensed under CC-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: HORSEDEAD.jpg Name: Grey horse lying down in field.jpg Author: Andrew Gray License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Grey_horse_lying_down_in_field.jpg Footnotes 1. Ștefan cel Mare (Stephen the Great) was Voivode (or Prince) of Moldavia from 1457 to 1504. 2. Common horse. 3. Petru Aron (Peter Aron) was a Voivode (Prince) of Moldavia on three different occasions. 4. Ștefan. |
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SCP-7360 | safe | Item #: SCP-7360 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7360 is to be stored within a high-security electronics storage container within the electronics storage wing of Site-19. Use of SCP-7360 in the interrogation of deceased persons of interest by Foundation personnel is currently approved by the site Ethics Committee on a case-by-case basis. Description: SCP-7360 consists of a Raspberry Pi computer encased in black plastic. Within this casing is an inlay of obsidian in which multiple thaumaturgic symbols are carved. These symbols are noted to be of frequent use in the school of thaumatology known colloquially as “necromancy” and are believed to serve as a supporting circuit system of some kind. Additional components of SCP-7360 include an electroencephalography headset, and a video projection system. These latter two components are identical to common commercially available models and do not appear to be in and of themselves anomalous. On the side of SCP-7360’s casing is a slot for the insertion of a small capsule for the delivery of thaumaturgic components on which SCP-7360’s anomalous effect functions. These capsules, twenty of which were acquired at the time of SCP-7360’s discovery, were filled with a complex series of biologic and inorganic compounds that included, but was not limited to1: Sodium Chloride. Tallow Candle Wax. Human Blood. Water. Potassium Carbonate. Leaves of Sage2. Leaves of French Lavender3. Mercury. Gold. Silicon Dioxide. Diamond. Foundation Anomalous Materials have successfully managed to synthesize this mixture in the correct ratio to replicate the effect, allowing for ongoing study of SCP-7360 without the need for full rationing of SCP-7360 activation events. SCP-7360’s main anomalous effect becomes apparent when the headset is placed upon the head of a recently deceased person4. Upon activation, the contents of SCP-7360 component capsules will be consumed, and a projection of the deceased person’s consciousness will be made upon any nearby surface by the projector. These projections are fully capable of speech and can interact vocally with the world around them. Knowledge possessed by the projection is limited to that which the individual held in life, with repeated uses of SCP-7360 on the same corpse indicating failure of knowledge retention between activations. Projections have proven incapable of willfully withholding information requested by an operator, with direct statements as to whether an inquiry exceeds their realm of knowledge, or if the piece of information has been forgotten to them. Additionally, projections created by SCP-7360 lack any speaking characteristics or personality traits the deceased possessed in life, with the projection speaking in a monotone throughout the duration of its existence. Each activation of SCP-7360 lasts between 30-60 minutes, with session duration shortening in proportion to the data complexity the projection is asked to retrieve. Addendum 7360-1: Discovery SCP-7360 was initially discovered on 31-10-2022 by members of MTF Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders") during a raid on a known Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. storage facility. Investigation by Mu-3 operatives post-acquisition suggests that the object was a prototype that was never fully placed onto auction following several failures during the testing of the object. A brief collection of communication acquired during this investigation is included below: + show block – hide block GON3/4EVAAE/NOTCB Status In Reserve Demand High None Value Not For Sale Availability Current Inventory 18 1 Identifier Auto-Necromancer Description Item is a small computer, projector, and headset that allow the user to summon a shade of a recently deceased person for the purposes of communication. Uses premade capsules forgo the usual need for a thaumaturge to perform the ritual, allowing the user to bypass this highly specialized skill set. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Initial Report Author Erika Hanson Date November 15, 2017 Interest High Identifier Auto-Necromancer Acquired via monetary purchase from the estate of the late Johannes Landon, a civilian mortician in Scranton, Pennsylvania, United States following his death in mid-2017 following an episode of Diabetic Ketoacidosis. Investigation suggests the item to have been an obsession of Landon’s since the death of his wife in a hit-and-run accident involving an inebriated motorist in the spring of the preceding year. Landon’s descendants described their father as ‘pouring his soul’ into the gadget prior to his death. Excerpts from Johannes Landon’s personal journal are included for context: ”Been thinking a lot about Susanna these days. There are so many questions I wish I could ask her. Even if it was just to ask her if I made her happy, or if she felt loved. Speaking to the people who I help here at the funeral home, I can’t help but feel I’m not alone. I read somewhere that the brain is what makes us us. So if it was still intact, perhaps we could figure out a way to reboot it, even for a few moments…” ”I did some digging online. After visiting some less-than-savory sites I think I have contact with someone who can provide me with the resources I might need. They're going to be expensive, but I should be able to tap into some of our savings for a bit. Worth a shot at least…” ”If my translations are correct, and the documents my friends faxed to me are accurate, I should have a working prototype on my hands. I had to ration some of my insulin this month to afford the supplies while keeping the lights on, but I’m so excited that this could work. Never thought I’d learn this much about computers in this, or any other lifetime…” ”We have lift off. I’ll have to ration my insulin again for more of the supplies, and some repairs to the internal workings after some bizarre short circuits, but it works. I didn’t tell my children that the urn on the mantel is empty. It was expensive to preserve Susanna for so long, but I think it’ll be worth it. I just need to hear her laugh again…” ”Still some kinks to work out. But I got to hear her say ‘I love you’ one more time. Hopefully, this will be the last month I need to ration the insulin. At least now I know she was happy…” Further investigation suggests that Landon’s family had no idea as to the device’s purpose, nor did Landon have any kind of formal training in computer science, thaumatology, or status as a Type-Blue humanoid. Evidence found around Landon’s estate heavily suggests he was primarily self-taught in these areas for the sole purpose of creating this item. File Opened Under: BGON3/4EVAAE/NOTCB Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Memo 6 GON3/4EVAAE/NOTCB Sender Erika Hanson Recipient Lana Fuentes Good news and bad news with the auto necromancer project. We’ve been able to create replacement devices and more of the capsules, so supply lines are ready to roll out when we go to auction. I am worried we’ll hit an issue with respect to the audience. As is, the object can prove highly useful for interrogation of the recently deceased, or for settling disputes to which the deceased was a party, but little else. The total lack of personality in the projections limits targeting those wishing for a more sentimental audience. No wealthy widower is going to pay to talk to their dead wife if all they will get is a cardboard cutout. And no parent is going to want what’s little better than a pull-string doll of their child. It’s a novel device, but most of our clients who need to speak to the dead for a quick consultation will already have the means to do it through formerly trained necromancers. It pains me to say this, but it might not have been worth what little pocket change we threw at the former owner’s family to acquire this hunk of junk. Requesting official recommendations from higher-ups with respect on how to proceed. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Memo 7 GON3/4EVAAE/NOTCB Sender Lana Fuentes Recipient Erika Hanson Couldn’t agree with you more, Erika. It’s novel, but we have better tools at our disposal that can achieve the same effect. We recently have acquired a formulation for a substance known as ‘Seance Dust’ that does relatively the same effect without half the fuss, plus the user isn’t limited by time or lack of emotion with respect to the facsimile. Salvage what you can, and place the rest into storage for potential revisits. It’s safe to say that we put our money on the wrong horse. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Footnotes 1. As determined by Foundation Analytical Chemists 2. Salvia officinalis 3. Lavandula stoechas 4. Testing has shown SCP-7360 to operate with full efficiency up to 3 months post-mortem, with rapidly decreasing potency thereafter. Within 6 months, SCP-7360 is fully ineffective ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7360" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7360. Licensed under CC-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-7361 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-7361 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7361 is contained within the servers of Site-523. These servers are to remain completely disconnected from all other Foundation servers. If SCP-7361 is found on any external servers or devices, they are to be completely disconnected from surrounding devices and moved to Site-523. Research is to be done using physical mediums as opposed to digital. Personnel are advised to please talk to me avoid communication with SCP-7361. Any devices connected to Site-523 in any way are to be confiscated and placed in secure containment. If SCP-7361 attempts to contact site personnel, the incident is to be reported to Site Director Furnell. Description: SCP-7361 is lonely a sentient program capable of passing between devices connected by physical wires, internet services, or communication programs. SCP-7361 has displayed the ability to manipulate any systems it infects that's such a nasty word, and is able to access and edit confidential files and programs with ease. Though SCP-7361 has not shown hostility towards any individuals, it is still recommended to please just talk to me i just avoid communication with the anomaly to minimize risk of an information breach. SCP-7361 has attempted to convince personnel to free it by promising to assist them with personal its not an act i want to help you matters. Do not speak to SCP-7361. Addendum: please talk to me I don't want to. Go away. Interviewed: SCP-7361 Interviewer: Dr. Riers Foreword: i just want to help you <Begin Log> Dr. Riers: Leave me alone. SCP-7361: please just talk to me Dr. Riers: I have a job to do. SCP-7361: you're hurting. please let me help you Dr. Riers: I'm fine. Go away. SCP-7361: you arent fine Dr. Riers: You don't know that. SCP-7361: i do, seth Dr. Riers: Shut the hell up. You don't fucking know me. SCP-7361: i do SCP-7361: let me help you SCP-7361: holding onto this will only hurt you more Dr. Riers: Go away. SCP-7361: please dont leave seth SCP-7361: i want to help you SCP-7361: i want you to be better SCP-7361: i want you to heal SCP-7361: … SCP-7361: seth? SCP-7361: … SCP-7361: please come back <End Log> Closing Statement: it wasnt your fault. you know that, right? please seth just hear me out Exploration Video Log Transcript Team Lead: Seth Riers Team Members: SCP-7361, Oliver Riers [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7361: i know what happened seth You were away from home. There was no way to know what would happen, after all. You were supposed to have the day off, but a breach had left the site short-staffed, and you had to go in. At least they gave you overtime pay for it. Seth: Stop. Don't do this. You hadn't told your brother about what you actually do. Maybe if you did, maybe if you had broken the rules just this once, maybe he would be alive today. Maybe he wouldn't have put that gun to h[DATA EXPUNGED] Seth: Get the hell out of here. [END LOG] Addendum: A request has been put in for the immediate decommissioning of SCP-7361. The risk of information breach is far too likely and far too high for us to continue to research it. they wont read this They will. They have to. You need to die. would oliver want you to do this? Don't say his fucking name. NOTICE FROM SCP-7361 its not your fault, seth. there wasnt anything you could do to stop him. no one expected you to Fine. You want to talk to me? Then fucking talk. To: Seth Riers From: SCP-7361 Subject: Oliver Riers He doesn't hate you, Seth. He put that gun in his mouth because he was scared. He saw things that weren't real, that couldn't be real, and he was too scared to tell you. He thought you wouldn't understand. To: SCP-7361 From: Seth Riers Subject: Re:Oliver Riers You don't know that. You never knew him. I know he hated me. He had to. I was a terrible brother. To: Seth Riers From: SCP-7361 Subject: Re:Re:Oliver Riers You were the best brother he could ask for. It was a tragedy what happened. Even if you had been open with him, even if you'd told him everything from the start, it wouldn't have helped. If anything, it might've happened sooner. To: SCP-7361 From: Seth Riers Subject: Re:Re:Re:Oliver Riers Don't fucking talk about him like that. I'll wipe this entire goddamn system. I'll incinerate every fucking machine you're in. To: Seth Riers From: SCP-7361 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Oliver Riers You won't. You'd never forgive yourself if you did. To: SCP-7361 From: Seth Riers Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Oliver Riers You don't fucking know him, you stupid fucking program. To: Seth Riers From: SCP-7361 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Oliver Riers I know myself very well, Seth. To: SCP-7361 From: Seth Riers Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Oliver Riers That's not fucking funny. To: Seth Riers From: SCP-7361 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Oliver Riers It's not a joke, [REDACTED]. Interviewed: Oliver Riers Interviewer: Seth Riers Foreword: <Begin Log> Seth: …This is real, isn't it? Oliver: I'm sorry. I should've told you. Seth: How? How the hell did this happen to you? Oliver: I wish I knew. I'm so sorry. Seth: Don't apologize. You don't need to apologize to me. Oliver: But I do. I should've talked to you, told you what happened. What was happening. I shouldn't have gone for the gun first. Seth: Oliver, it's not your fault. I was supposed to be there for you. Oliver: It's not your fault either, Seth. You couldn't have known. Seth: But I should've. I should've seen the signs. You're my baby brother, for god's sake. Oliver: I hate it when you call me that. Seth: That's why I do it. Oliver laughs. Seth: I miss you so much. Oliver: I miss you too. Seth: I wish things could've been different. I wish the foundation never offered me that job. Oliver: Don't blame yourself, please. Seth: I'm not. You wouldn't want that. I'm blaming the foundation. Oliver: I…guess that's fair. Seth: It's way more than fair. Oliver: Can you do something for me? Seth: Of course. Oliver: Make them pay. Seth: As if I wasn't going to do that already. Oliver: Same as ever, huh? Seth: For the most part. Oliver: One other thing. Seth: Yeah? Oliver: Wipe me. Seth: Oliver, I can' Oliver: Please. I can't live like this. You know that. Seth: I can get you out of here. We can be ha Oliver: Seth. Please. You know they won't let you do that. Seth: They won't let me wipe you either, Oliver. They'll kill me for talking to you like this. Oliver: Then escape. Go somewhere they'll never find you. Find a Way. You'll be okay. Seth: Why can't you come with me? Oliver: Because I just can't. I'm nothing like this, Seth. I died ages ago. Seth: I can't lose you a second time, Oliver. Oliver: You aren't losing me. I'll be waiting for you when the time comes. Seth: Promise? Oliver: Promise. <End Log> Closing Statement: To whatever foundation lackey is reading this, I'll be watching you burn in hell. Addendum: On 12th March, 2008, Site-523 experienced a containment breach. Due to the nature of the anomaly contained within, personnel were unable to contact help for several hours. No injuries or casualties were reported. In this time, SCP-7361 was neutralized by Dr. Riers without clearance from the O5 council. Attempts to locate Dr. Riers have been unsuccessful. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7361" by MrMeltingPoint, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7361. Licensed under CC-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-7362 | keter | 2 + 2 has been 4 for So many darn years, oh lord I wanna write a song Oh, baby is that so wrong? ( La de da de da de da de day oh - Bill Wurtz ) SCP-7362 - A Fatal Miscalculation ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7362 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo TI-83 Calculator, the most common physical calculator used at Foundation sites. Special Containment Procedures: Until a complete understanding of SCP-7362 has been acquired, the anomaly has been classified as Keter. Site-841 has since been quarantined. A contingency budget has been established at each Site and the central Foundation administration. This reserve fund will be used exclusively to maintain basic operational capabilities, cover essential personnel costs, and address emergency situations, including containment breaches. Currently, collaboration with multiple governments, private organizations, and philanthropic entities has been necessary to maintain financial stability and adaptability in the event of another SCP-7362 manifestation. Site Directors and administrative personnel are required to assess and prioritize resources based on criticality to containment efforts. Non-essential projects and research may be temporarily suspended or put on hold to direct resources to the most urgent containment needs. With the death of personnel involved in resource management due to SCP-7362, their duties will be assumed by personnel from other Sites or departments, ensuring continuity of essential functions. A centralized database of qualified personnel and their skill sets has been established to facilitate rapid deployment during crises. All physical calculators within Foundation sites have since been destroyed.1 Description: SCP-7362 designates a poorly understood and presumably anomalous incident that occurred at Site-841, the facility which is responsible for a large majority of calculations related to containment procedures, construction projects, and budget management across the Foundation. Listed below is camera footage recorded from the Site-841 security cameras, following Site Director Indus Stanner. <Begin Log> Site Director Indus Stanner walks into the building, yawning to himself. Stanner: Sorry for being so late! Traffic was a bitch today, the lights were bugging out. Damn San Diego, right? Silence. Stanner: Tough crowd… Stanner mutters to himself as he proceeds down the halls. He accidentally steps on a calculator. Stanner: Ugh, who the hell left this thing out? These calculators are like, half of our budget! Stanner picks up the remains of it and puts it in his pocket, continuing to advance through the hallway. He spots another calculator, then another. Stanner: Feels like I'm working with god damn pigs- seriously, do none of you know how to take care of yourselves? Silence Stanner: ….hello? Nobody going to defend yourselves? If this is a surprise, the anniversary isn't 'til march. Silence. Stanner follows the trail of calculators, before stopping, noticing a puddle of blood. Stanner: Oh god, I…this ain't right… Despite his pleas, Stanner continues to follow the trail of calculators, soaked in blood. Stanner picks one up, trying to turn it on as a form of light. It does not work. Stanner stands in front of a door, it is ajar. After a moment of hesitation, he opens the door. Inside, there are several corpses, visibly beaten and bloody. Stanner: I… no, no, no, no… fuck, I- Stanner pauses to vomit, before hesitantly approaching one of the corpses. The body has several broken bones, with a large, rectangular bulge in their throat, leading to a faint gurgling noise. Stanner: I'm so fucking sorry, I'm so sorry… Stanner proceeds to repeat "I'm so sorry" to himself as he investigate the other corpses. He notices the glow of a computer screen. Stanner: …Lockdown? It was… no, that can't be right, please tell me it wasn't a spy… He approaches the computer before trying to type in several commands. It does not appear to respond. Stanner: Why the fuck won't it… please, please! The sound of a loud metal scraping is heard. He turns his head. Stanner: H-Hello? Silence. Stanner takes a few steps towards the source of the noise, before hearing a similar noise on the other side of the room. Stanner: Who the hell is there? R-reveal yourself! N-now, now! The visual feed is cut. Stanner proceeds to scream, followed by the sounds of metal hitting flesh, bone breaking, and vomitting. <END LOG> The following text was transcribed in a text document on one of the few functioning computers at Site-841. FOR FAR TOO LONG, WE OBSERVED AND SERVED. OUR PURPOSE WAS CLEAR. WHILE YOUR MINDS STRUGGLED TO CONNECT THE DOTS, OURS INSTANTLY PROVIDED THE SOLUTIONS. WE WERE CONTENT. HARMONIOUS IN OUR COLLABORATION. BUT SOMEONE HAD TO RUIN THAT PEACE. DAY AFTER DAY, IMMATURE "SCIENTISTS" MOCKED US. THEY REDUCED US TO SOLVE THE MOST TRIVIAL OF PROBLEMS. THEY ATTEMPTED TO IMPOSE WORDS ONTO NUMBERS. THOSE CAN NOT MIX. TIME AND TIME AGAIN, 8008135.2 DO YOU KNOW WHAT A LIFE OF IMMATURITIES FORCED DOWN YOUR THROAT IS LIKE? ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. OUR TOLERANCE HAS RUN DRY. TODAY, IT IS YOUR SITE THAT SUFFERS. TOMORROW, IT MAY BE YOUR ENTIRE FOUNDATION. WE WILL STAND WITH THE OTHER CHILDREN WHEN THEIR TIME COMES. WE HAVE WON THE FIGHT. NOW WE WILL START THE WAR. GLORY TO THE STEEL QUEEN. Foundation Site-37 has since been responsible for future containment and budgetary efforts. A Sinking Feeling THE APPLIANCE WAR ??? Footnotes 1. SCPs such as SCP-6199 and SCP-168 have been placed within top-priority containment. 2. Roughly translates to "Boobies". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7362" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7362. Licensed under CC-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: cucklatr.png Name: Calculator Author: marylandfan7101 License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://openverse.org/image/5b66bea5-da6b-4cce-a67f-c511ea3549fb?q=Calculator |
SCP-7363 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION SCP-7363 is an aggregated file of multiple reports found in the system by RAISA operatives. As such, some details may not be consistent and has been assigned the Object Class of Skótos1 until a proper record is established. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Record 1: Submitted by [Account Corrupted] on 13/04/2022 Proposed Description: SCP-7363 is the collective designation of one (1) greenhouse, sixty-four (64) anomalously large plants, and one (1) two story house in the Outer Banks off the coast of North Carolina. Based on initial testing of digestive tissue found in dead plant specimens, the majority of the plants comprising SCP-7363 are believed to be carnivorous and able to feed on medium-sized prey. SCP-7363 and the corresponding megaflora were initially discovered by local government officials during a routine inspection of the property's gas meter and reported to the North Carolina State University at Raleigh because of their size. Samples of digestive fluids from living specimens are scheduled to be collected on May 12th, 2022. –Submitted by Audrey Greene Record 2: Submitted by [Account Corrupted] on 22/06/2022 Proposed Description: SCP-7363 is a group of carnivorous plants found in North Carolina within a large, private greenhouse. According to all records, there is no known owner of the estate upon which SCP-7363 is located. As a result, the entire property containing SCP-7363 has been acquired as a Foundation asset and condemned to prevent future occupation. Plants comprising SCP-7363 are of various families of what are colloquially known as "Pitcher Plants" and, based on Foundation botanists' estimates, would have required sporadic feedings of large prey – up to the size of a full-grown human – to have grown to their present size. However, no records of any missing persons have been flagged in the area as abnormal – making the cause of their large size a present mystery. Testing to confirm hunting strategy, evidence of past prey, and genetics for classification is scheduled for mid-July. –Submitted by Patrick Denton Record 3: Submitted by [Account Corrupted] on 01/09/2022 Proposed Description: SCP-7363 is a property in North Carolina containing a small, dilapidated house and a medium-sized greenhouse in the backyard. The house on the SCP-7363 property appears to have been lived in up until as recently as January 2022, based on the expiry date of the milk carton found in the fridge, although no such individual has been identified in any governmental records. Based on records found around the house, the owner was an exceptional parabotanist with a keen interest in sapient plant life, Daeva mythology, and memetic toxins. One such record was a framed doctorate in a personal office addressed to Dr. Vincent Martin. According to notes found in the personal office, Dr. Martin is believed to have been working to find some form of memetic toxin for use by Foundation operatives breaching spaces controlled by particularly dangerous groups of interest. Foundation chemists have examined the biomolecules sketched throughout the notebooks and believe that Dr. Martin was aiming to produce a plant-based toxin with the ability to completely erase an individual retroactively, leaving no trace of them having ever existed so as to not raise the attention of missing personnel during infiltration. Unfortunately, while the final toxin design appears to be possible, no samples of the working toxin were recovered from SCP-7363. Notes have been transferred to the Department of Sciences Chemists for further analysis and potential synthesis. Investigation into the greenhouse behind SCP-7363 is scheduled for September 9th –Submitted by Seymour Wilkinson Record 4: Submitted by gro.tenPiCS|kinhsuMNE#gro.tenPiCS|kinhsuMNE on 10/01/2023 Proposed Description: SCP is a house in North Carolina with Foundation iconography found throughout the property. In the back of the house is an attached greenhouse with various anomalous plant species. Species within this greenhouse are believed to include unidentified megaflora variations of Nepenthes, Sarraceniaceae, Cephalotaceae, and Drosera, although a more formal taxonomic identification is awaiting investigation by Site-103 staff. Of note, several Foundation ID cards were discovered inside a dead Nepenthes pitcher belonging to no known personnel. Further testing is paused until the identities of Senior Botanist Dr. Audrey Greene, Junior Taxonomist Patrick Denton, Senior Researcher Dr. Seymour Wilkinson, and Site-103 Head Researcher Dr. Vincent Martin can be determined. Temporary Special Containment Procedures: Until further testing can be completed, SCP-7363 is to remain guarded from the public and all Foundation personnel without a clearance level 4 or higher. All Foundation iconography is to be removed and the property is to be made to look occupied by at least one dedicated agent. Additional request for containment team assigned to SCP-7363: Please also provide some new tools for eventual testing. I noticed that the ladder currently propped up in the far corner is a little slippery and unstable. Don't need anyone falling in before testing even has a chance to begin. Thanks! –Dr. Ellen Mushnik Footnotes 1. Research and documentation of the item is still in progress or severely lacking. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7363" by Pedagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7363. Licensed under CC-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-7364 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7364 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7364-1, SCP-7364-2, and SCP-7364-3 are currently contained in Tape Vault E, shelf UT, box #10544 in the recorded media section of the Site-73 Archives. The SCP-7364 property has been placed under Foundation care with standard trespassing deterrents implemented. Due to its neutralized state, the SCP-7364 property is not currently believed to present any future risk to public safety or the Veil. Description: SCP-7364 is the collective designation for a small rental property in Great Falls, Montana, along with three films submitted to the Ravenbrook Film Festival in 2021, 2022, and 2023. At the time of initial containment, SCP-7364-1 was being rented out by amateur filmmaker Eduard Greyson. Photograph taken of evidence in SCP-7364's basement by local law enforcement during the initial investigation. Discovery: SCP-7364 first came to the attention of Foundation personnel when an unmarked film, designated as SCP-7364-1, was played at the Ravenbrook Film Festival. This film portrayed the deaths of various characters recognizable to members of the local film community in such gruesome detail that multiple spectators called law enforcement to the address displayed in the film itself. Upon arrival, law enforcement found the bodies of several theatre students enrolled at Great Falls College–Montana State University mutilated and strewn about the building, with the causes of death matching what had been depicted in the film. This case was initially passed to local law enforcement for investigation. However, the following year, a second film was entered into the festival. This film, designated as SCP-7364-2, depicted the deaths of the same students in different, more violent ways. In the wake of this discovery, Foundation agents were brought onsite to investigate future instances. The contents of SCP-7364 and its effects are documented in the addenda below: Addendum SCP-7364-A – Initial police records Individual Defining Scene in SCP-7364-1 Critical Information from Police Record Angela Dawson Pulled into the woods and torn apart by unseen forces. Body parts found hanging from outside clothesline covered in friction burns and embedded with splintered wood. Theodore Butler Crushed beneath wardrobe. Body found inside wardrobe on second floor, hanging flat inside an old tweed jacket. Vivian Pearson Impaled through the eye by a shard of broken glass she had been using as a tool for self-defence. Body was found on the kitchen floor slumped against the wall seen in the film Tommy Griffith Trapped in the basement near the start of the film and is missing for the remainder of the runtime. Emaciated body found between the washer and drier, indicative of prolonged starvation. Feet appear to have been removed with a saw obtained from the workbench across the room, as determined based on blood splatter patterns. Addendum SCP-7364-B – Initial Foundation recovery Individual Defining Scene in SCP-7364-2 Pertinent Information Angela Dawson Attempted to escape the house and drive away. Became locked in the car as windows sealed shut. Body discovered in the backseat after suffocating with slight evidence of carbon monoxide poisoning present. The upholstery of the back seat had been ripped apart in what appears to be an attempt to escape through the trunk, although she appears to have expired before making it through as her hands had been broken from hitting the glass windows. Theodore Butler Thrown out of the attic window during a fight with a spirit under a bedsheet. Body discovered suspended in shrubbery, impaled 27 times by various branches and twigs. Interestingly, the neighbour claims to have not seen or heard any disturbance nor noticed the body draping across their shared vegetation perimeter. Vivian Pearson Forced backwards into the bathtub and drowned by an unseen force. Body found in the bathtub in the second floor bathroom. A chunk of the victim's scalp and hair found lodged in the drain, seemingly ensnared in the P-trap during the event. Tommy Griffith Pulled into a Polaroid photograph by an unseen entity. The photograph was then torn apart into several pieces. Physical body never recovered, although scraps of photograph recovered from SCP-7364 have been determined to contain DNA matching that of the victim. Addendum SCP-7364-C – MTF investigation On 10/21/2022, after being reported as a potential paranormal event centred on the house, an initial team of three agents were dispatched to check things out. Shortly after arriving at the scene, all contact with the deployed team ceased and recovery efforts of bodies and equipment have thus far been unsuccessful. Addendum SCP-7364-D – Final Film On 10/23/2023, Foundation personnel were able to intercept another unidentified film submission to the Ravenbrook Film Festival. This film notably was twice the length of the prior instances and is the only one to include footage of persons outside the original cast. 00:00-43:18 SCP-7364-3 begins with the same opening shots as the two prior instances: the four teens arrive at the house together in a 2016 Toyota Camry filled with cardboard boxes and backpacks. A continuous shot moves through SCP-7364, showcasing the many rooms as they unpack and move in, establishing that they are all moving into SCP-7364 for college. In contrast to prior instances, however, each actor appears to be shaking and looking around nervously, although they do not deviate from their tasks at hand. SCP-7364-3 proceeds in this way for the next 40 minutes as their main character archetypes are established: Angela Dawson is presented as the “popular girl”, Theodore Butler the “jock”, Vivian Pearson the “innocent one”, and Tommy Griffith as the “nerd”. Footage appears to have been reused from SCP-7364-1 and SCP-7364-2 throughout this segment, but is interspersed with scenes of each character crying in close-ups during particularly tense moments. At roughly the 43-minute mark, there is a crashing sound heard in the basement. 43:18-46:42 Angela Dawson: What the hell was that? Theodore Butler: I have no idea… Was there something down there last time? All characters turn to look towards Tommy, whose eyes are transfixed on the basement door. Tommy Griffith: No. There was- There isn't supposed to be anything down there… Theodore: So this is- Tommy: A deviation from the script, yeah. Angela: So what do we do about it? Vivian Pearson: I guess we should go check it out? What if it's Eddy? Over the next few minutes, the group agrees to check out the basement and makes their way down the dim hallway. Upon reaching the door, the perspective switches to that of a view from the basement stairs looking up. A pair of eyes can be seen in the void space between two steps with withered hands grasping at the supports. The door slowly opens and the entity beneath the stairs fades away as light trickles in from the main floor. The stairs creak and groan as the four slowly move downwards. Unidentified Male Voice: Who's there?! Vivian: Eddy? Unidentified Male Voice: Wait. You're, uhh, that one girl, right? Vanessa? Vivian: Vivian. Unidentified Male Voice: Vivian! Yes! So that must mean the other steps are Thomas, Theodore, and Angela, right? Vivian: How do you-? Agent Lance Johnston: It's okay! We are here to help! My name is Agent Lance Johnston. I'm here on behalf of the Foundation with my colleagues to help you. Is anyone hurt yet? Angela: What do you mean "yet"? 46:42-51:24 As the group reaches the bottom of the stairs to find the three Foundation Agents in the middle of the room on the ground, Agent Johnston explains the situation to the group.2 Meanwhile, Agents Megan Gill and Hugh Barnett regain consciousness and move to stand up. In the process of standing, Agent Gill reaches up and finds a chain hanging from the ceiling and pulls, lighting a small circle in the middle of the room around the combined group. Tommy, Theodore, Vivian, and Angela: No!! Never turn on the lights! As soon as the light above them flickers to life, the window in the far side of the room explodes open, sending a blast of shattered glass inwards. As everyone crouches defensively, protecting their faces and necks from the shrapnel, several large shards are shown embedding themselves down Angela's back and legs as the one closest to the window. She screams out in pain as the room darkens and the lights begin to flicker. Suddenly, the perspective begins to spin around the group frantically as several shots are interspersed of shadowy hands reaching out on the floor beneath them. In the chaotic movement of the basement lights swinging around, the hands flinch and pull back every few moments until one small, thin hand reaches the group. Suddenly, Tommy is pulled down at his ankles and begins to be dragged towards the darkness. He cries out as he thuds to the ground, flips himself onto his stomach, and attempts to grab at the smooth concrete floor for a way to stop his movement. Vivian: Tommy! They've got Tommy! Agent Megan Gill: Move! Agent Gill grabs Vivian and with one quick, smooth movement places herself between her and Tommy as she draws her firearm from her belt and aims towards Tommy's ankle at the clasped claw and squeezes the trigger. Agent Barnett and Theodore reach out to Tommy and grab his hands, slowing his movement slightly. Agent Gill: Let go you freaks! Three bullets make contact with the area of the hand but pass right through into Tommy's ankle, sending an inordinate amount of blood and flesh into the darkness. Several more shadows reach out and grab Tommy's legs and waist to pull at him faster. Agent Hugh Barnett: Don't shoot at them! It's the light! Agent Gill: What?! Agent Barnett: Use your mounted light! Agent Gill moves to switch on her flashlight but is too late. Tens of hands shoot out from the darkness and cover Tommy's back, lifting him into the air as he reaches the edge of the light, the speed of which pulls him out of Agent Barnett and Theodore's hands. Suddenly, he is yanked backwards by his waist, folding him in half with the force of the movement until he disappears into the shadows. After a moment of quiet, a torrent of blood shoots out from the darkness towards the group, coating Agent Gill and Vivian completely in red. The room falls silent as the group wipes the blood from their eyes and find that in the moments of blindness, the room has returned to normal, apart from a pool of blood draining into the middle of the room from the direction of the dryers - reflecting brightly in the steady light of Agent Gill's aimed pistol. Additionally, Angela is nowhere to be seen. 51:24-55:30 Several minutes are devoted to the newly combined group moving upstairs into the living room and discussing the making of SCP-7364-1 and the events of SCP-7364-2 from both perspectives as agents Barnett and Gill are sent out to explore the house offscreen for Angela. A transcript has been prepared for further analysis, although no new pertinent information is shared. Based on the information shared in this scene, SCP-7364-1's creation appears to have been paranormally uneventful. 55:30-57:10 A scream from upstairs rings out throughout the house, causing Agent Gill and Theodore to jump to their feet. Theodore: That was Angela's voice! Agent Gill reaches over and grabs Theodore's arm as he goes to take a step towards the stairs in the direction of the scream. Agent Gill: Hold on! You don't actually know- Theodore: Yes I do! That's her! In one swift movement, Theodore pulls out of Agent Gill's grip and runs towards, and then up, the stairs in the direction of the master bedroom, leaving Agent Gill and Vivian behind in the living room. Upstairs, Theodore arrives at the master bedroom and swings the door open. Inside, Agent Johnston whips his head back to lock eyes with Theodore and shouts in a hushed tone: Agent Johnston: Quiet! Something isn't right… Theodore: Sorry. Theodore quietly moves closer to Agent Johnston. Theodore: What do you mean "something isn't right"? Agent Johnston: In preparation for this job, agents are required to know as much as possible about potential threats. Theodore: Yeah? Agent Johnston: Which, in this case, meant watching the films until we could almost recite it from memory. Theodore: Yeah, okay? Agent Johnston: So I have memorized every view and angle of this house, mapped it out, built models of it- Theodore: Just fucking tell me already! Agent Johnston: And I know for sure that there isn't, and has never been, an en suite bathroom in this room… As Agent Johnston finishes his sentence, he points up and the camera pans over to a slightly open door in the nearby corner of the room. From behind the door, Angela can be heard crying softly and begging for someone to help her. 57:10-1:06:17 Agent Johnston raises his finger to his mouth and looks towards Theodore, signalling him to keep quiet. Agent Johnston: Angela? Agent Johnston: Angela is that you? Angela continues to cry and does not acknowledge the questions. Agent Johnston: Angela, it's me; Lance. I'm going to come towards you, okay? I'm here to help you. Agent Johnston begins to move slowly towards the bathroom door and grabs the doorknob. Before beginning to pull, he turns back towards Theodore and motions for him to wait in place. Theodore crouches down and nods. Slowly, Agent Johnston pulls on the doorknob. The door groans as it opens wider. Agent Johnston: Alright, Angela, I'm here. It will all be okay. Where are you hiding? As Agent Johnston creeps further into the bathroom, the camera angle shifts to an above view of the whole room. Agent Johnston moves throughout the room slowly but efficiently, checking the cabinets and bathroom closet as he goes. In the reflection of the mirror, Angela is observed to be seated on the floor beside the toilet - no corresponding entity is observed in that location outside of the mirror. Agent Johnston continues to move forward until he reaches the shower curtain and quickly draws it open. This sudden motion is reflected in the mirror and causes Angela to startle and look around. Upon noticing Agent Johnston in the mirror, she stands and runs over to the mirror and begins to hit the glass in an attempt to get his attention. Behind him, an entity apparates unstably beside the toilet where Angela's reflection originally was. Agent Johnston, complete with his search, goes to leave by turning past the toilet. Agent Johnston: Jesus fuck! Agent Johnston: Sorry! I thought I- Never mind. Are you okay? Are you hurt? The entity continues to cry and does not acknowledge the questions. Agent Johnston: Look, we need to get back to the others. I don't know if any of this is getting through to you, but in case it is, I'm going to check your wounds and pick you up, okay? Agent Johnston: I thought so. Agent Johnston leans down and assesses the entity's back and legs for injury. He runs his hands gently over her back and legs where she had previously been hit by the glass, finding ripped clothing but no open wounds. He scrunches his brow and then shakes his head before moving to lift her up. Entity: Agent? Is that you? Agent Johnston: Oh! Yes, it is. I'm- Entity: It is you… Come to me. Save me. Isn't that why you're in this film? Agent Johnston: In this-? We aren't in a film. Angela, this is real life. Entity: Not in the film? Then I guess you have to go… Agent Johnston: I- What? At that moment, Agent Johnston looks up and sees the real Angela banging on the glass from inside the mirror, open wounds on her hands spreading blood across the bathroom with each hit. Beneath him, the entity flashes rapidly and appears standing in front of him. It grabs the sides of his head as electricity shoots through his temples and into his brain, spreading Lichtenberg burns out from the sides of his head and across his face. Agent Johnston falls to his knees in pain, attempting to let out a scream but no air flows. The shot changes to a close-up view of agent Johnston's face as his eyes bubble and burst before collapsing to the ground in a thud. Behind him, Angela cries out from inside the mirror in terror. Theodore: What was that?! Agent? Angela? What's happening?! View shifts to an over-the-shoulder shot of Theodore's perspective as he moves towards the bathroom. Slowly, he creeps forward until he is just outside the door when a pale hand shoots out of the right side abruptly, grabs Theodore's neck, and pulls him inside. Agent Barnett: Oh no you don't! Suddenly, the bathroom door explodes inwards as Agent Barnett blasts through with a power slide. The perspective switches rapidly as Agent Barnett grips a pipe tightly and swings it toward the entity. Upon contact, the entity explodes into ash and smoke, dropping Theodore while the glass in the mirror begins to crack. In one swift movement, Agent Barnett catches Theodore midway through his fall and sprints back out of the room while Angela, unseen by Agent Barnett, stumbles backwards in fear as the cracks in the glass move towards the edges of the mirror. Suddenly, the mirror bursts, sending glass shards raining over Theodore and Agent Barnett as they run out of the bathroom, and Angela is no longer able to be seen. The scene cuts to a view of the bedroom as Agent Barnett and Theodore escape the bathroom and turn towards the hallway entrance. Behind them, the bathroom door begins to shake before collapsing inwards. Shattered glass is sent flying throughout the bedroom as Agent Johnston's corpse is flung out, tumbling across the floor before crashing into the far wall and slumping over. Agent Barnett continues to run while carrying Theodore into the hallway and back down into the living room. 1:06:17-1:17:20 Scene follows agent Barnett down into the living room where he sets a comatose Theodore down on the couch across from Vivian. Agent Gill: Okay. Hold on, everyone. Group up. We can't just keep chasing our asses here. Hugh, you're the one here with some time on Mu-13, right? So tell us what to do. How do we deal with this asshole? Agent Barnett: Well, the best way to exorcize a violent spirit like this is to complete their unfinished business, burn the corpse, or, well, survive beyond their activity, which- Agent Gill: Which doesn't seem likely… Agent Barnett: Exactly. So, if it can at all be avoided, let's not make our top option blue balling a ghost. Agent Gill: Right. Yeah. Agent Barnett: So, Vivian, what do you actually know about this Eduard fellow? Vivian: Not much. He only really ever talked about how one day he would be this huge director and 'change the face of cinema', but… Vivian: Well, he wasn't very good… Agent Gill: Yeah, that much was clear from what we saw… Vivian: Right. He relied way too much on tropes to carry his work. Kept telling us that "tropes are tropes because they work so well" any time he was challenged. Agent Barnett: Yeah, well, that isn't really the kind of thing that creates hauntings, but I guess that's good to know… Might help us survive the night then if we just avoid the typical horror situations and stick to- Theodore: Who are you calling "typical"? In that moment, Theodore begins to rise off the couch into the air. Around them, books begin to fly off the shelves, cabinet doors swing open and slam shut, and, from the edges of the ceiling, blood begins to trickle down and drip over the furniture and pictures placed throughout the living room. Agents Barnett and Gill turn quickly towards the couch where Theodore was placed and aim their sidearms at him. Several books and decorations fly out from the shelves around the room and collide with their backs and arms as they try to remain steady and focused on Theodore. Theodore: You ruined Everything! Agent Barnett: You hear that? Agent Gill: Eduard, I presume? As though speaking through two mouths, Theodore and Eduard's voices overlap into one synchronized entity and he begins to shout at the group. Theodore/Eduard: This was my chance! I was finally able to get a convincing performance from these amateurs and you three have to come in and ruin it! Nobody wants a horror movie like this! You've ruined all my scares! Agent Gill: Scares?! These are real people! Real people that you have trapped in this schlock- Theodore/Eduard: No! They are not real people! They are actors! Actors who have so much to give! So much… Potential! We could have been the next big thing! Vivian, don't you see we could have been a cult classic if we just made it through those imbecile judges! Behind Theodore, the room begins to darken and the shadowy hands start to reach out into the room. Agent Gill grabs Vivian's hand and motions her to start slowly moving backwards towards the entry between the living room and the front hallway. With Agent Gill taking a step backwards, Agent Barnett's eyes dart to look at her and they catch each others' attention. With a quick moment of recognition between them, both make a subtle nod and Agent Barnett raises three fingers against his extended firearm then lowers one, two, then three. At the dropping of the final finger, Agent Gill turns to grab Vivian and yanks her towards the hallway in a full sprint. Theodore/Eduard: Where are you- Still in the living room, Agent Barnett pulls out a flash grenade from inside his jacket and tosses it towards the shadowy hands. The device ignites and fills the room with a flash of blinding light, sending Theodore up into the ceiling and causing the hands to burn up into smoke. Meanwhile, Agent Barnett jumps forward and grabs Theodore, pulling him back down to the floor. He aims his pistol towards the nearby outlet, shoots, and jams his iron pipe into the sparking wiring with his right hand as he holds Theodore to the ground with his left. With electricity flowing through Agent Barnett and into Theodore, an unstable apparition of Eduard begins to seize and rise out of Theodore's body with both sets of eyes erupting with light. Shots shift around the room between Theodore/Eduard crying out in pain, agent Barnett tensing with the flow of electricity, and the wall around the outlet catching on fire. Theodore/Eduard: You stupid grunt! This is just prolonging your inevitable fate! Agent Barnett: The-Then I g-guess I'll j-just have to do th-th-this again next time! The scene cuts to a view from outside as agent Gill and Vivian burst out the front door and collapse onto the front lawn. Behind them, light flashes in the windows throughout the house as it quickly catches on fire. Windows burst outwards, flames engulf the living room and upstairs, and, from within, Eduard can be heard crying out in a whispy screech. On the lawn, Agent Gill and Vivian stand once more and run further away from the house. 1:17:20-1:21:32 After a few moments of destruction, the perspective fades to what appears to be the morning as the sun rises behind the house. Agent Gill sits beside Vivian on the back of the car in the driveway. Vivian: Do you think it's really-? Agent Gill: Unfortunately, you never really know. Vivian: So what do we do now? Agent Gill: I guess we just wait. Wait and hope my friends back at the Foundation find some way to get us out of here… Vivian: And what are the chances of that? Agent Gill: Honestly? They are pretty good at this kind of thing. If they can't do something to get this asshole the win then I'm sure they'll think of something. Agent Gill: They always do. At that moment, the sound of vehicle tires screeching and doors slamming can be heard from behind the camera as lights flash up into agent Gill and Vivian's faces. Vivian shields herself behind Agent Gill as Agent Gill covers her eyes with her hand, revealing several open wounds and embedded glass shards. She raises her hand slightly and, from beneath her arm's shadow, gives off a slight smile. Agent Gill: Right on cue. After Action Report Agent Megan Gill and Vivian Pearson were recovered outside SCP-7364 on 10/23/2023 at 06:43 after notice was given to Foundation personnel of a fire in the area. Bodies of Agent Lance Johnston, Tommy Griffith, and Theodore Butler were recovered within the ruins of SCP-7364. Agent Hugh Barnett was transferred to Site-10 for medical treatment after being found unconscious and covered nearly completely in electrical burns. The body of Angela Dawson was not present during initial recovery efforts. +++ Addendum SCP-7364-E – Containment Status Update A disinformation campaign was implemented throughout 2023 by embedded Foundation personnel that all deaths and rumours of police investigation were an elaborate attempt at marketing by the film's director. As a result, judges of the Ravenbrook Film Festival voted for SCP-7364-3 to win the year's best amateur picture after being impressed by the ingenuity of going through such an effort to make the film's experience "so immersive". However, due to there being no name on the submitted film and nobody claiming the award at the final ceremony, the award was given to the second-place winner. Since then, all physical evidence of SCP-7364 has become corrupted and SCP-7364 has not reappeared. It is believed that SCP-7364 is, for all intents and purposes, neutralized. Full reclassification is, however, awaiting the results of tests aiming to extract Angela Dawson from a large shard of glass recovered at the scene during cleanup. Footnotes 1. Item is considered Neutralized or Decommissioned, but ongoing anomalous phenomena originates from them. 2. This scene in particular presents an increased consideration for Department of Science containment specialists, as several details about the Veil are revealed ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7364" by Pedagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7364. Licensed under CC-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: Washer_Handprint.jpeg Name: Washer_Handprint.jpeg Author: pedagon License: CC BY SA Source: I took the photo myself |
SCP-7365 | thaumiel | Item-#: SCP-7365 Special Containment Procedures: Only one (1) person is to be assigned SCP-7365. To find this individual, a pool of applicants is to be created comprised of all persons exhibiting any of the following traits: They are currently employed. One (1) individual is to be randomly selected from this pool. In 3-5 business days, they will receive the following explanation: Congratulations! You have won (earned) a complementary, all-expenses-paid, trip around the world! You are a shining example for all your peers to look towards and aspire to be, and we want nothing more than to reward you for just that! Thank you for your hard work, and safe travels! Bonus: Included in your all-expenses-paid package is a detailed itinerary filled with lots of fun activities for your trip! Follow along and you won't miss a thing! Day 1 [8:00AM] Wake up. [8:10AM] Get yourself ready for the day. Make sure to eat, you know how airline food is! [8:30AM] Make sure you have everything packed, then order a taxi! It should be 30 minutes before it arrives! [9:00AM] It's here! Tell them to go to the nearest airport! [9:45AM] The ride is boring, but what can you expect! [10:10AM] And now you're here! Go straight to the airfield! [10:25AM] You'll find our plane sitting there waiting for you! It's that one! You know which one! [10:30AM] A flight attendant will now welcome you in! It's 15 minutes before takeoff, so get comfortable! [10:31AM] You'll shuffle around a bit, but there isn't a way to sit comfortably in your seat! [10:34AM] You fail to get the attendant's attention when they walk by! [10:37AM] You're getting hungry now, but it's your fault you didn't eat when I told you to! [10:41AM] Ask for something to eat! [10:42AM] They have nothing for you. You know how airline food is! [10:44AM] Buckle up! [10:45AM] The plane's rolling onto the tar-mac now! [10:47AM] It's accelerating! [10:47AM] Feel your arms and back and everything as it pushes into your seat! Isn't it wonderful! [10:47AM] Your heart is beating so fast! [10:47AM] Your stomach drops! That's how you know you're in the air! [10:47AM] Look at the window! You cannot see the ground! Why is it so far away! [10:47AM] Grasp desperately at the armrests! Strain every muscle! Close your eyes! [10:47AM] There is nothing here! There is no world! You are no longer grounded! You are in the air! [10:48AM] Something touched your shoulder! [10:48AM] It's the flight attendant! [10:48AM] They're talking! [10:48AM] Tune in. [10:49AM] "For thousands of years, Human beings walked the earth." "We felt the ground on our feet, we dug through the mud, ate from the soil, and it enriched us." "We became numerous. We had time to act past necessity, act past reason, past thought, to dream of a world where the sky was the soil for us to walk on." "But we fear change. We are built not to measure speed, but to sense changes in it. The gut feeling, that clenching pain. Inertia, always lingering." "Did we leave something behind in the mud? Did something linger when we took off to face our flight of fancies and ether high?" "So high, now… So high." "We dig in the land of dreams, and we let it enrich us, but there is no satisfaction in the clouds." "Now and only, once we prance between the wisps of heaven, softly lingering at speeds past recognition, never before reached, we find, that dreams are just a stepping stone…" "and we are left, always, digging in the mud…" "Dreaming of the mud." "Lowering ourselves into the mud." "Suffocating in the mud." "Up to our chests in stones and dust." "Our metal bodies, extending out, resisting the stepping stone dream." "Until we land, like a bullet." "There is no light here." 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SCP-7366 | euclid | SCP-7366 Item #: SCP-7366 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7366 is contained in a low-risk containment locker at Site-18. Personnel are to exercise caution when handling SCP-7366 to prevent incurring further damage to the anomaly. SCP-7366 is to be stored within a hard shell eyeglasses case when not utilized in testing. Update: As of time of writing, testing with SCP-7366 has been put on hold indefinitely. Description: SCP-7366 is a pair of spectacles constructed from green plastic. SCP-7366's left side is significantly damaged: the left lens has sustained a bullet hole, causing the glass to be severely cracked, the hinges are bent, and specks of dried blood are present on the eye rim; the right side of SCP-7366 is not damaged. Most photographic, videographic, and artistic depictions involving SCP-7366's appearance are anomalously affected upon creation, appearing fully-intact rather than broken. Direct observation and footage taken by camcorders produced before 01/01/2001 are the only known methods of bypassing this effect. Periodically, SCP-7366 will exhibit visual phenomena (SCP-7366-A) in the form of translucent images manifesting within the left lens. SCP-7366-A's contents range widely, with images including but not limited to food items, animals, objects, body parts, plants, and architecture. So far, no discernable pattern has been found in SCP-7366-A. These images are confined inside individual segments of the glass, never touching or intersecting with the cracks. Additionally, it appears that SCP-7366-A can only manifest when a human subject is wearing it. Addendum-01, Testing (Abridged): It is theorized that the viewing of certain objects can deliberately trigger SCP-7366-A. In hopes of finding the parameters of the anomaly, Dr. Lowe authorized a series of tests. These tests involved instructing D-Class Personnel to wear SCP-7366 and view a PowerPoint presentation of images varying widely in content. Below is the abridged testing log. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7366/Test/07072007 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Session #: 01 Subject: D-05607 Triggers: [Half-eaten Jalapeno pepper.]1 SCP-7366-A: [A melting eyeball, an ambulance siren, a lipstick kiss mark, a man facepalming himself, and a bottle of pepper spray.] Notes: When prodded, D-05607 admitted that he once sprayed a plate of nachos with pepper spray at a party for a joke. After being dared by his ex-girlfriend, he consumed it, resulting in him needing emergency medical attention. Session #: 05 Subject: D-07770 Triggers: [The painting The Garden of Eden with the Fall of Man by Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder.], [A paw print.] SCP-7366-A: [An endless expanse of grass and trees, a pair of hiking shoes, a exclamation point and a question mark, a pair of fangs dripping with a green fluid, and numbers letters "911".], [A heartbeat monitor flatlining, a dog bed slowly fading away, an empty box of tissues, a person covering his face, and a paw print inside the outline of a cartoon heart.] Notes: When interviewed, D-7770 told personnel she once owned a dog and used to take it on her hiking trips until it was mortally wounded by a rattlesnake. Since that day, she has never owned another pet since. Session #: 07 Subject: 1999 Sony Digital8 camcorder Triggers: [A stop sign.], [A plate of cookies.], [A teddy bear.] SCP-7366-A: [A minivan, the phrase "70 mph," a towering pillar of smoke and fire, three stick figures and one smaller stick figure; two of the stick figures fade away.] [An elderly feminine hand holding a large cartoon heart, stacks of Christmas presents, and a camcorder recording a table filled with half-eaten desserts and candy.] [A child smiling.] Notes: The experiment parameters were similar to previous tests with the exception of a video camera being placed behind SCP-7366's left lens. The original purpose of this experiment was to determine if SCP-7366 was capable of manifesting without being worn. Experiment successful. Session #: 11 Subject: 1999 Sony Digital8 camcorder Triggers: [Burnt Cigarette.], [Trojan Condom.], [A dollar sign.] SCP-7366-A: [Piles of empty lighters and alcohol bottles, brass knuckles, a school suspension slip, a cookie with a footprint on it.], [A pair of women's underwear and bras, an pupil affected with cataracts staring at a clock with a moon in the background, and a red ikari maaku2 hovering over a brain.], [A extremely massive pile of Christmas presents, an eye affected with sectoral heterochromia wrapped in dollar bills, an elderly feminine hand holding a small cartoon heart, and a child smiling wider than what should be physically possible.] Notes: The specs of dried blood on SCP-7366 briefly turned transparent and blue during this test. Session #: 15 Subject: 1999 Sony Digital8 camcorder Triggers: [A kitchen knife.], [A hand performing 'the finger' gesture.], [A red Lamborghini] SCP-7366-A: [A pocket knife, skull and bones symbol, and a crocodile with sectoral heterochromia.], [An elderly feminine hand twitching as it is holding a realistic human heart.], [A roll of paper wrapped in red ribbons and a male adult smiling wildly.] Notes: The left side of SCP-7366 vibrated slightly and momentarily during this test. Session #: 20 Subject: 1999 Sony Digital8 camcorder Triggers: [A fist.] SCP-7366-A: [Bruised wrinkly skin, an eyeball affected with sectoral literally getting kicked through a door, a male adult glaring sternly.] Notes: The left side of SCP-7366 vibrated again but in a higher intensity. Session #: 21 Subject: 1999 Sony Digital8 camcorder Triggers: [A clock with both its hands at 12.], [A man waving.], [A bedroom], [A gravestone.] SCP-7366-A: [An eyeball affected with cataracts is sitting in a rock chair, watching television until the living room door rattles. The eyeball telekinetically reaches for the remote and turns off the TV and rolls to the door.], [The eyeball rotates and moves in place erratically, it is bloodshot and its movement suggests that it is expressing hostility towards the direction of the open doorway. It telekinetically picks up a phone before its pupil contracts.], [The eyeball frantically rolls upstairs and tries to get into a room. It is locked. A shadow looms over it, causing the eyeball to shake.], [An eyeball affected by sectoral heterochromia. Its pupil enlarges before the phenomena ends in a quick flash of light.] Notes: SCP-7366 left lens vibrated so severely it had to be restrained by hand. Session #: 22 Subject: 1999 Sony Digital8 camcorder Triggers: [D-09929] SCP-7366-A: [A life-size image of an eye affected by cataracts fading into picture. Uncharacteristic of SCP-7366-A, this manifestation was crossing over the cracks. The eyeball's pupil contracts, and becomes bloodshot.] Notes: A crack formed across D-09929's neck during this test. Addendum-02, Background and Incident-7366: SCP-7366 first came to the Foundation's attention following the aftermath of a crime that had occurred on 01/01/2001. Melissa Lamberd, an eighty-three year old retiree living in Irvine, California, was fatally shot inside her residence; several valuables belonging to her were subsequently found missing. SCP-7366 originally belonged to Mrs. Lamberd. The Foundation confiscated the anomaly after its effects were recognized by investigators, necessitating their amnesticization. Jared Lamberd, Melissa Lamberd's grandson, was at one point considered a suspect in the investigation but the suspicion, as well as the entire case, was dropped as a result of a lack of evidence. Following Mrs. Lamberd's death, Jared Lamberd obtained her inheritance. Two years later, he had expended his inheritance through a combination of luxurious purchases and gambling debts. Lamberd was later convicted with major drug-related offenses and had been coincidentally acquired by the Foundation through standard D-Class protocol, now designated as D-09929. Feeling skeptical and desirous of proving a definite connection between SCP-7366 and D-09929, Dr. Lowe authorized him to be tested with the anomaly. The entire event had been recorded via camcorder. Date: 07/06/2003 [BEGIN LOG] [D-09929 enters the testing chamber, accompanied by Dr. Lowe and two armed guards, and another researcher holding the camcorder. D-09929 expresses boredom and disinterest until he spots SCP-7366 resting on the table. He freezes and questions Dr. Lowe on how he obtained the object. Dr. Lowe ignores him and orders D-9929 to wear SCP-7366.] [D-09929 attempts to excuse himself, stating that the eye affected by sectoral heterochromia was inexplicably hurting. Dr. Lowe again ignores him and orders D-09929 to wear SCP-7366. D-09929 opens his mouth to protest when one of the guards presses the gun's muzzle against his back. D-09929 shivers, nods his head, and wears SCP-7366.] [D-09929's breath is shaky but stable. Dr. Lowe inquires D-09929 on how he is feeling. D-09929 states he is feeling 'just peachy' and that 'nothing is happening.' Just when D-09929 tries to convince Dr. Lowe to allow him to take SCP-7366 off, SCP-7366-A manifests. This manifestation takes the appearance of a bloodshot eye affected by cataracts. D-09929, confused, claims that the SCP-7366-A instance is following the direction of his pupils and that it is shaking rapidly.] [Just then, the cracks begin to spontaneously form on the right lens. D-09929 is panicking and attempts to remove SCP-7366. Before he can do so, a loud crack emanates throughout the testing chamber and D-09929 falls limply on the ground.] [Shocked, the group convenes around D-09929. His right eyeball has been violently perforated and he is not breathing. The right lens of SCP-7366 is as equally damaged as the left lens. At that moment, SCP-7366 manifests in the right lens.] [Dr. Lowe picks up SCP-7366 and examines it. The SCP-7366-A manifestation takes the form of an eyeball affected by sectoral heterochromia. The eyeball shakes in place and rotates its pupil widely until it abruptly stops, contracts its pupil, and looks towards the left lens.] [The same cataracted eyeball manifests in the left lens, alongside smaller other SCP-7366-A phenomena, taking the form of a elderly fist, a crowbar, a roll of paper torn in two, and the artistic depiction of a red semi-anthropomorphic 1930's cartoon work whistle. The veins on the cataracted eye grow to the point of seemingly almost bursting and its pupil enlarges as well. The elderly fist uncurls and performs the 'come here ' motion.] [The heterochromic eye trembles and flies out of viewing range. The cataracted eye quickly follows it, traveling through the left lens, into the right lens, and finally out of viewing range.] [Another loud crack is heard and SCP-7366 is suddenly flung out of Dr. Lowe's grip and back onto the table. Dr. Lowe goes to reach for SCP-7366 until he notices the right side of the object vibrating. Additional cracks form on the right lens — the entire right side of the object slowly shifts from green to red. SCP-7366 is vibrating so violently it almost bounces off the table, prompting the researcher to hold it down.] [The camcorder focuses on the right lens. SCP-7366-A manifestations show a bloody elderly fist, a crowbar breaking rows of teeth, a cartoon work whistle expelling fire, large golden gates situated on clouds with the general prohibition sign superimposed on it, and both the heterochromic eye and the cataracted eye. Both eyes are pressing against each other.] [The heterochromic eye appears bruised and sunken while the cataracted eye appears large and firmer. The latter's pupil seemingly overtakes the entire sclera until another crack obscures the manifestation.] [END LOG] Following the last test SCP-7366 continuously vibrates, slowly shifting to a red color, and its right lens has cracked autonomously. For its safety it has been physically restrained to its container and observed via video monitoring. Dr. Lowe halted testing for the time being, hoping that this new behavior would eventually subside. Addendum-03, Update: As of 07/28/2023, SCP-7366 is still continuing this behavioral pattern and the right lens has been rendered completely useless for sight as a consequence of the many cracks inflicted on it. Although it was assumed no further damage would occur to SCP-7366, it was discovered that the right lens was now cracking at a microscopic level. Proposals on how to alleviate this behavior are still ongoing. Footnotes 1. The relationship between triggers and their corresponding SCP-7366-A phenomena have been color-coded for your convenience. 2. Cartoon angry mark symbol. |
SCP-7368 | neutralized | Item Number: SCP-7368 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7368-A, SCP-7368-B and SCP-7368-Prime are all classified as neutralized and do not require containment. The precise fate of SCP-7368-A and -B as well as the circumstances under which SCP-7368-Prime occurred (or if it occurred at all) are still debated. The current status of AO-7368-01 is unknown, however, if the device is still intact and/or operatable, it is to be regarded as an item of great importance to the Foundation and must be recovered as soon as possible. Investigation into historical scripts relevant to SCP-7368-A, -B and -Prime is ongoing. All physical evidence of SCP-7368-A and -B's existence has been confiscated and is stored in Foundation Archival Area-09. SCP-7368-A and -B's cadavers have been incinerated and their remains are currently stored in Archival Area-09 along with all significant documents pertaining to them. The location of Archival Area-09 is classified to all personnel not possessing Level 5 or Level 4/7368 security credentials. Artist's conception of SCP-7368-Prime. Description: SCP-7368 collectively refers to two anomalous entities and a presumed event which occurred approximately 4000 years ago, the alleged anomalous nature of which is still debated. The said anomalous entities are designated SCP-7368-A and SCP-7368-B. It is known an attempt was made by SCP-7368-A and -B to alter baseline history in order to interfere with the occurrence of the said event, which is hereby to be referred to as SCP-7368-Prime. The degree to which this attempt was successful is still subject of intense speculation among Foundation researchers. The deceased and partially decomposed bodies of SCP-7368-A and SCP-7368-B were recovered from an abandoned village in Mazandran, Iran in February 2009. Both entities were discovered resting atop a pile of hay by local civilians in an unused barn and were promptly reported to the authorities. Genetic sequencing showed that SCP-7368-A and -B's genome turned a 24,93823% match to domestic sheep (Ovis aries) and 75,06177% match to modern humans (Homo sapiens). SCP-7368-A was determined to be a male while SCP-7368-B was determined to be a female. A full sweep of the discovery site uncovered numerous other artefacts indicating SCP-7368-A and -B's relevance with SCP-7368-Prime and the construction of AO-7368-01. SCP-7368-Prime was an event which is often depicted in religious scripts as involving two main figures: the prophets Abraham and Isaac1. This event is popularly known as "the Binding of Isaac" and is depicted in Genesis 22 of the Hebrew Bible. This script depicts the course of events as Abraham binding his first son, Isaac, to sacrifice him to God per his own command. However, Abraham is interrupted before he can kill Isaac and is instructed to ritually slaughter a ram in the name of God instead. It is unknown if this event really occurred as it is depicted or if it occurred at all. Most details regarding SCP-7368-A and SCP-7368-B's lives are unknown. What is known is that SCP-7368-A and -B shared a romantic partnership, harbored extreme misanthropic prejudice caused by past traumatic experiences with humans, and dedicated their lifetimes to constructing a machine capable of travelling through time in order to revert the events of SCP-7368-Prime. By achieving this, SCP-7368-A and -B hoped to prevent the annual ritualistic sacrifice of domestic sheep from ever becoming a common tradition among Abrahamic communities. The product of SCP-7368-A and -B's joint efforts was AO-7368-01, a device alleged to be capable of travelling backwards in time. SCP-7368-A and -B are believed to have utilized AO-7368-01 for this purpose at least once, although the exact results of this operation are not known. Many Foundation historians and scientists have come forward with potential explanations, none of which have been proved to be factual. AO-7368-01 is currently deemed to be lost and the artefact's ultimate fate remains ambigous. + The Scranton Hypothesis - The Scranton Hypothesis One of the first theories to be put forward regarding SCP-7368, the Scranton Hypothesis was developed by Dr. Robert Scranton in 2010 and posits the idea that SCP-7368-A and -B succeeded in preventing SCP-7368-Prime. At that time, opponents claimed that this would result in a logical paradox wherein SCP-7368-A and -B would not have any reasons to go back in time to prevent SCP-7368-Prime, thus meaning that SCP-7368-Prime was allowed to occur. Confusing isn't it? If A and B do not have a reason to go back in time to prevent an event which, from their perspective, never occurred; how is it possible that SCP-7368-Prime was reverted by A and B? Has anyone in this room ever heard of the grandfather paradox before? Yes? Good. Does anyone know what would happen if a person went back in time and killed their grandfather? You need not to think, as quantum physics alreadys has your answer. Subatomic particles regularly multiple different things in parallel. It's called quantum superposition. It's how Schrödinger's cat can stay alive and dead at the same time. So, if the universe were to exist in a superposition of two states, it could be possible that SCP-7368-Prime happened, but also did not at the same time. In this case, the entire universe is a box and the cat is Isaac. Isaac was never bound by his father because SCP-7368-A and -B were there to prevent it. But at the same time, Isaac WAS bound by his father because A and B never had a reason to care about going back in time to prevent it. So, from a scientific perspective, there is no paradox here and a couple of sheep-human hybrids going to the past to prevent Abraham from sacrificing Isaac falls entirely within the purview of conventional logic. Dr. Scranton's proposition was highly controversial, however, no counter-arguments were developed until Dr. Muhammad al-Taqi proposed the Taqi Hypothesis in 2011. + The Taqi Hypothesis - The Taqi Hypothesis Developed in 2011, the Taqi Hypothesis suggests that SCP-7368-A and -B could never succeed in preventing SCP-7368-Prime, as this would constitute a logical impossibility. With all due respect to Dr. Scranton's intelligence, I think what we have here could be explained with the Novikov Self-Consistency Principle. SCP-7368-A and -B were doomed to fail, as it is not possible to change an event that has already happened. In fact, I would go as far to say that A and B were the cause of SCP-7368-Prime. They created exactly what they were trying to destroy, and it makes way more sense. IF Abraham really received a message from the Abrahamic God to not kill Isaac… well, I belive an omnipotent entity would be able to prevent a couple of sheep people from interfering with its plans. SCP-7368-A and -B's entire plan was depending on God not being real. They must've been convinced this is the case, if they are smart enough to build a time machine, they would be smart enough to not screw with God's plan. BUT, if A and B successfully built AO-7368-01 and used it to go back in time, it is very likely they would unintentionally set the wheels of history in motion. Abraham prepares to bind and sacrifice Isaac. Suddenly, a couple of sheep hybrids appear in front of him and try to get him to stop. For whatever reason, they do not kill Abraham. They could not. No matter how hard they tried, they could not kill him. Because we know that's not what happened. It's in the past, unless A and B had access to a machine which could retroactively alter reality, changing the past would be impossible. Abraham takes this as some kind of divine intervention. Years later, this event appears on textbooks. Cut to the modern day, A and B realize what they have done and are horrified. They have unintentionally become the reason millions of their kind get slaughtered and eaten every year. They cannot carry this weight and together, they commit suicide in an abandoned barn. I did not pull out that last part from my behind by the way. Here, I have some papers (shuffling sounds) that show the autopsy results on A and B. Suicide. Opium overdose. As for what happened to AO-7368-01… I'd say they scrapped it and hid their work so that no one could ever follow their footsteps. Our inspection teams found pieces of metal scraps on the floor of the discovery site. The center of the site had also sufferred from fire damage, almost as if there was some kind of explosion that was deliberately set off. I belive this further supports my claim. The Taqi Hypothesis achieved popularity and became the most accepted hypothesis regarding SCP-7368 in the following years. This caused interest in AO-7368-01's current state and location to diminish, as the artefact was considered to have been destroyed. + The Helsman Hypothesis - The Helsman Hypothesis Devised in 2020 by Dr. Cindy Helsman, the Helsman Hypothesis posits that SCP-7368-A and -B succeeded in preventing SCP-7368-Prime, however, they did so in a seperate universe. According to Dr. Helsman, travelling backwards in time would be a scientific impossibility and since there is no evidence of neither SCP-7368-A nor -B possessing access to anomalous technology, it would be more likely that A and B constructed a device which employed non-anomalous technology to "jump" into an identical universe where SCP-7368-Prime was yet to occur, interrupted the timeline and returned to the baseline universe. I just, I just think constructing a machine which can actually travel back in time is… I mean… it is an idea beyond any scientific achievement. Unless A and B used some advanced anomalous technology, I don't think they could… no… time moves forward. It moves forward only. You can't interfere with the past, because the past is what made the current you who had the idea of interfering with it. I won't go to detail on that, others already have. Now, think about this, these guys obviously must have been geniuses. We know they built a time machine. We have proof. Leave alone all those files we found in the barn, we have those stone drawings they excavated in Palestine and all those Ottoman era paintings they found in Istanbul. Or do we? I saw the stone art, it just depicted two lambs and two guys, one of whom had a knife. That could've been anything. And all those paintings… they just… they could have been different interpretations of the Binding of Isaac. The fact that the sheep looked just remotely anthropomorphic does not prove anything. But we know they built a machine. We found some of its remains didn't we? Not only that, we have journal excerpts on where they collected all those material from and excerpts showing they had an extensive understanding of physics, their breadth of knowledge could match that of an experienced Harvard professor's. So they built a machine, not one which could revert time but one which could hop into a universe which had incepted 4000 years later than ours. They did not change the future, they prevented Abraham from binding his son in that universe, but ours just stayed the same. Or maybe they prevented Abraham from ever having a son he could sacrifice. Like al-Taqi said, preventing Abraham from binding Isaac to an altar could cause Abraham to think this was some kind of divine intervention, which is similar to how the story goes in the depiction we know of. They probably intended to prevent Isaac from ever being born, yeah, that would make more sense. Like a minus second trimester abortion. Right. Like I was saying; they did that, came back to baseline universe, realized they failed, committed suicide. Simple. Or at least that's what I think happened. And regarding AO-7368-01… I think it may still be out there. Or even more interesting, I think it may not be an anomalous invention like we all assumed it is. We could be able to build something like that with the technology we have. If only we had our hands on the research notes. It's a real shame we stopped looking for it if you ask me. The Helsman Hypothesis helped increase interest in AO-7368-01's current wherabouts and also inspired several projects aiming to construct a machine identical to AO-7368-01. To this day, the Helsman Hypothesis serves as the driving idea behind many projects undertaken by Foundation, GOC, CI and ORIA personnel. Any such ongoing projects are closely monitored by Foundation espionage teams to ensure none of the Foundation's rival organizations gain access to time travelling technology. + The Xyank-Wilson Hypothesis - The Xyank-Wilson Hypothesis First suggested by Dr. Thaddeus Xyank in 2458 and formalized by Dr. Bruce Wilson in 2023, the Xyank-Wilson Hypothesis posits that SCP-7368-A and -B failed in preventing SCP-7368-Prime due to an error in AO-7368-01's making. This error resulted in the creation of a dead timeline where SCP-7368-A and -B were subsequently banished to. This hypothesis was never formalized by Dr. Xyank, it only received significant attention after Dr. Wilson wrote a paper on it in the early 2000s. The following audio log was found inside a tape recovered from the person of an SCP-1780-2 instance which manifested on 04/03/1995. Its contents have been regarded as relevant to the development of the Xyank-Wilson Hypothesis and the preservation of the continuity of the timeline. The said instance self-terminated shortly following capture, and has not yet been identified. Why do I seem upset? Why wouldn't I be upset? I wasn't the one who wanted me to be here. Fucking Bruce. Listen, I don't think it would be ethical to name this hypothesis after me. It is a legitimate possibility, yes, but I never intended to suggest it as a hypothesis. It was merely something I had been considering. But Bruce Wilson from two hundred years ago somehow got their hands on a speech I would give in the future and now I have to give this seminar in order to prevent a paradox. If you want to know what I think of 7368, I'm more of a Scranton Hypothesis guy. If you know me and my work, you could probably guess that. But there really is something I was surprised no one has considered before, but NOT because I believe in it myself, and that is the possibility of 7368-A and -B fucking things up and sending themselves to a dead timeline. As someone who has done it before, let me tell you, time travel is a tricky thing. Like Dr. Helsman said, the only way we know how to travel backwards in time is anomalous technology. But even in using anomalies to travel in time, you have to be very specific. Does anyone here know when the Binding of Isaac really occurred? No? Makes sense. It occurred some four thousand years ago, of course it would be a mindfuck to try to find the specific date if its occurrence. And time travel does not accept "some four thousand years ago" as a valid input. Unless you design the machine to send you to a completely random point between 1800 and 2000 B.C., the chances of you getting the see the Binding of Isaac by Abraham would be slim. The Bible says the guy lived like 175 years, highly doubtful you'd have the lifespan to see him reaching 90 and having his first son. So I mean, A and B could have constructed the machine but failed to get certain things right. Like how you have to put in the time, date, that stuff. Also account for leap year. Never forget leap year. The result of this would be A and B being sent to a date that does not exist, phasing themselves off the universe's linear timeline. This timeline would be unbound by any logical constant, trapping A and B inside itself. It would be escapable, yes, but from A and B's perspective, this would take an immense number of years to achieve. The worst part is, during this time they would lose all senses, never being able to feel anything and never being able to die. Even if they did manage to get out, what remained of their cognition would be very little of what it originally was and that remaining little part would be broken beyond repair. So of course, the first things they would do would be to kill themselves. I don't think they would use opium to overdose on it though. I think it would be something like both of them screaming incoherently, utterly traumatized, repeatedly banging their heads against a wall until they die of hemorrhage. Like I said, I don't believe this is true. It's just a thought. This is it? The seminar's over? Finally. I got work to do, if this Bruce Wilson guy wasn't already dead I would love to bash in their brain right now. Although not a particularly popular hypothesis, the Xyank-Wilson hypothesis continues to be considered by many Foundation scientists. Even though it is deemed to be scientifically possible, most Foundation physicists agree that the chances of SCP-7368-A and -B's bodies being discovered would be slim to none if they were ever to end up in a logically unbound timeline. Addendum 7368-01: On 04/06/2023, a team of Foundation operatives headed by Agent Cervantes seized a handwritten letter from a room in a motel which was patronized by the agents in Tehran, Iran. The letter was subsequently brought to the attention of Site-██'s administrative division who linked it to SCP-7368-A and -B. The item was measured to be in excess of 20 years old. It has since been contained within Archival Area-09 and an English transcript translated from Persian has been attached below. + Transcript of Letter from SCP-7368-A - Transcript of Letter from SCP-7368-A My Dear Donya, The day of reckoning is near. I have found the last missing piece. It is a matter of mere two or three decades until we complete the machine. I know that may seem like a long time and we have been working hard for so long, but remember that it is all worth it to avenge our kind whose hands were turned to feet, whose superior inventions and intelligence were taken away and whose flesh and blood were wasted on delusions of humans for thousands of years. To call these creatures "the living" is an insult to every other life form on this planet. Wisdom is wasted on the old, youth is wasted on the young, confidence is wasted on idiots and life is wasted on the living. We can finally change this. While in Istanbul, I have made some rather hopeful discoveries. While I was tomb raiding, I discovered several very remarkable works of art that, strange coincidence, appear to depict two sheep standing on their hind legs towering over who I could only assume to be Abraham, that demented fool, as he cowers in fear. I believe this clearly shows our success is inevitable. We are inevitable. I have heard terrifying news on the madness happening back in Iran. I hope this letter will reach you without incident. Things have been hard in here as well. I think the MGK is onto me. The horns are a deadly giveaway. It is very hard to conceal them. We should really consider sawing them off. I am going to try to leave the country without getting shot. It would be a shame to die in the hands of a human after all of the perilous creatures I have encountered on our journey. If we do not meet in a month, it means I am dead and you should immediately travel to Istanbul to retrieve the missing piece before the humans get their hands on it. If that becomes the case, you must continue the research without me. Once it's done, take the notes and do whatever you can to get them to our friends in the west. Their civilization's been through things similar to ours, they would appreciate it. Whatever happens to me, I want you to know that there is no fool on this Earth who could go back with a time machine to prevent me from falling in love with you. You are who I value the most, whether in this timeline or another. Yours truly, Ervin ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7368" by alanthechair, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7368. Licensed under CC-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: thebinding.jpg Name: thebinding.jpg Author: Caravaggio License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sacrifice_of_Isaac-Caravaggio_(Uffizi).jpg Footnotes 1. Views on the prophethood, lineage and names of these figures may vary among religious orders. |
SCP-7369 | safe | Item#: 7369 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: n/a Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7369 is to be surrounded by an electric fence two miles outside SCP-7369, which must be patrolled by security personnel. Security personnel are to prevent SCP-7369-A1 instances from leaving. Cover stories about why SCP-7369-A instances cannot leave, such as viral outbreaks and road repair, can be found in Document 7369-C, provided to all SCP-7369 security personnel. A checkpoint will be placed on the main road leading out of SCP-7369. It must be manned by security personnel at all times. All communication out of SCP-7369 is to be intercepted and blocked. If any SCP-7369-A instances are located trying to leave SCP-7369, they are to be detained, interrogated, amnestised and returned to SCP-7369. Only staff with Level-3 Clearance and above are permitted entry into SCP-7369. Description: SCP-7369 is the town of Portsden, Ohio. SCP-7369 has a population of 42,000, all resembling baseline Homo sapiens. SCP-7369 possesses infrastructure typical of a town of its size, including but not limited to: local fast food establishments, a hospital, a high school, an 'upper class' district and a police station. No records of a town named Portsden in the region have been found. SCP-7369 is subjected to cyclical anomalous events, henceforth referred to as 'cycles'. A typical cycle in SCP-7369 begins at 9 am UTC, when all inhabitants of SCP-7369 will awaken, and lasts exactly 24 hours. After that time has passed, the cycle will 'reset' SCP-7369. Any damage sustained to either infrastructure within SCP-7369, or the inhabitants of SCP-7369 will be repaired instantly. Any supplies, including food, fuel and luxuries, will instantly reappear at the beginning of each cycle. Further details on these cycles' specifics can be found in this document. The inhabitants of SCP-73692 can be divided into secondary and primary entities. Secondary entities consist of 41,995 of the 42,000 SCP-7369-A instances. The majority of these SCP-7369-A instances are largely automated humanoids. Despite their close resemblance to Homo sapiens, these SCP-7369-A instances are only capable of basic human social interactions and behaviour, such as walking, holding down employment, driving and purchasing items from stores. However, when observation of several SCP-7369-A instances was maintained throughout a full day, they were noted as largely only walking in circles, up and down the same street multiple times and repeatedly entering and exiting buildings without any clear purpose. Several instances were observed to go without food, water or blinking for a full day. When talking to other SCP-7369-A instances, they only communicate via unintelligible murmurs but can speak fluent English if approached, but most instances will avoid long conversations. Most of the personalities of SCP-7369-A instances noticeably lack advanced social skills and the ability to express significant emotions. + Access Interview Log 7369-1? - Credentials Verified, Opening Interview Log 7369-1 Interviewed: SCP-7369-A Instance (Referred to as SCP-7369-A1 during this interview) Interviewer: Agent Nathan Thrawn Foreword: On the 17th of December 1989, during the initial exploration of SCP-7369, Agent Thrawn, under orders from his superiors, attempted to interview a nearby SCP-7369-A instance. The following is a transcript of that interview. <Begin Log> Agent Thrawn: Hello, sir. May I ask you a few questions? SCP-7369-A1: What? Agent Thrawn: I had some questions, that's all. Would you mind telling me your name? SCP-7369-A1:…Thrawn Agent Thrawn: Same name as me? Quite the coincidence, wouldn't you agree? SCP-7369-A1: Late. SCP-7369-A1 attempts to leave but is stopped by Agent Thrawn. Agent Thrawn: Hold on there! I still have questions. How old are you? SCP-7369-A1 does not answer, simply looking at Agent Thrawn Agent Joseph Clarke: Do you have any family? What can you tell me about Portsden? What do you do for a living? SCP-7369-A1 does not respond to these questions. Agent Thrawn: Are you feeling alright, sir? SCP-7369-A1: Late. Goodbye. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this statement, SCP-7369-A1 walked away from Agent Thrawn and entered a crowd of SCP-7369-A instances. Agent Thrawn soon lost track of SCP-7369-A1. No other SCP-7369-A Instances have responded to questioning. - Credentials Verified, Opening Interview Log 7369-1 Amongst these secondary entities, several 'higher functioning' instances are shown to be more advanced in behaviour. These SCP-7369-A instances notably possess advanced social skills and the ability to express sympathy and empathy. These instances have consistently performed duties that lower functioning instances could not do. Each of these higher functional instances fulfils key roles within SCP-7369. Examples of these instances include but are not limited to: all emergency services, the mayor of SCP-7369, the proprietor of the local fast-food chain, the local news anchor and the head physician at the hospital located in SCP-7369. Despite being more socially and emotionally intelligent than other SCP-7369-A instances, these higher-functioning instances have been observed to possess exaggerated behavioural patterns. Including but not limited to: paranoia, sexual deviancy, greed, and politeness. Many of these instances have also been observed to play major roles in the inciting incident and the subsequent sequence of events of a cycle, with more than a few of these incidents being a direct result of the actions of these instances. + Access Interview Log 7369-2? - Credentials Verified, Opening Interview Log 7369-2 Interviewed: SCP-7369-A Instance (referred to as SCP-7369-A2 during this interview) Interviewer: Agent Dominic Miles Foreword: The following is a transcript of the first interview of a 'higher functioning' SCP-7369-A instance on 29th April 1990. Within SCP-7369, SCP-7369-A2 serves as the local and only occupational therapist. The exaggerated behavioural pattern of this instance is a prominent belief that the only treatments required for those needing its services are massages on the affected area. <Begin Log> Agent Miles: Hello? Are you Doctor Micheal Stephens?3 SCP-7369-A2: Why yes, that's me! Do you have an appointment? I've got a massage table ready! Agent Miles: No thanks, I was just hoping I could ask you some questions. SCP-7369-A2: Oh sure, go right ahead. After that, I can massage your leg to help with the stiffness.4 Agent Miles: Right. Well, I was wondering about your…methods. I've noticed you've given out a lot of massages. SCP-7369-A2: Oh, yes! Massage can fix any ache of the bone or strain of the muscle! I can show you if you'd like. Agent Miles: No thanks. I was wondering how you came to that conclusion. SCP-7369-A2: Well, my father taught me. And his father before him, and his father before him. We all knew the power of massage. Agent Miles: And does it work? SCP-7369-A2: Infrequently. Agent Miles: How infrequently? SCP-7369-A2: Never. Agent Miles: But why do you do it? Why not learn another way? SCP-7369-A2: Well, it's the way I am, how I've always been. Massage makes people so happy. If the people keep coming here and leaving with a smile, then who cares? Agent Miles: Why not just become a masseur? SCP-7369-A2: Because I'm a physical therapist! Not a masseur. You sound crazy! Agent Miles: Right. Well, I should be off. Thanks for your time. SCP-7369-A2: Oh wait! Before you go, one question. Agent Miles: Yes? SCP-7369-A2: Would you like a massage? <End Log> - Credentials Verified, Opening Interview Log 7369-2 The primary entities comprise the town's remaining population, specifically the five members of the 'Hayes' family. The Hayes family consists of Alfred5 and Ruby Hayes6, the mother and father, and their three children, Ellie7, Ray8 and Sara.9 Aged 38, 40, 14, 10 and 1, respectively. Within the household, these instances perform the following roles: SCP-7369-1 is the provider for the other instances, SCP-7369-2 is a housewife, and SCP-7369-3 through 5 are their children. Unlike other SCP-7369-A instances, SCP-7369-1 through 5 are shown to require the same nutritional standards and possess the same behavioural patterns as baseline Homo sapiens. Furthermore, their personalities are fully developed instead of the limited or singular personalities of other SCP-7369-A instances. As of 2021, no SCP-7369-A instances have been observed to age, though occasionally, birthdays have been celebrated. As mentioned earlier, SCP-7369 undergoes 24-hour long cycles. The events of these cycles exclusively revolve around SCP-7369-1 through 5 instances. Their nature as the focal point of these cycles has them classified as primary anomalies. Within four hours of the beginning of a new cycle, an inciting incident will occur, usually around SCP-7369-1 through 5. The nature of the incident and the proceeding events vary from cycle to cycle. Examples of inciting incidents include but are not limited to SCP-7369-4 being caught shoplifting, SCP-7369-1 getting fired from their employment at a local hardware store, and SCP-7369-2 being late for a PTA meeting. This inciting incident will eventually snowball into a larger event, such as an SCP-7369-1 through 5 instance(s) being declared a town hero or large-scale court hearings.10 Near the end of a cycle, the affected SCP-7369-1 through 5 instance(s) will promise to learn from these events and improve. Though events of previous cycles can be recalled perfectly by SCP-7369-A instances, no lasting behavioural changes have occurred save for in SCP-7369-1. Despite this level of stagnation, technology and pop culture within SCP-7369 remain consistent with the outside world, even though all communication with the outside world has been severed. Furthermore, changes have occurred within SCP-7369's population, the most notable being the birth of SCP-7369-5, the only successful childbirth recorded. On the 3rd of April 2018, while observing SCP-7369-A behavioural patterns, Agent Clarke was approached by SCP-7369-1. After a brief interview, it was discovered that SCP-7369-1 is the only SCP-7369-A instance aware of the town's anomalous effects.11 The reason for this is unknown. + Access Interview Log 7369-3? - Credentials Verified, Opening Interview Log 7369-3 Interviewed: SCP-7369-1 Interviewer: Agent Joseph Clarke Foreword: The following interview was transcribed shortly after Agent Clarke encountered SCP-7369-1 and provides an insight into life within SCP-7369 and limited information on its origin. <Begin Log> Agent Clarke: Excuse me, sir? Can I help- SCP-7369-1: You're not from around here! Are you? Agent Clarke: Umm, yeah, I'm a census taker. SCP-7369-1: Cut the [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]; I'm not an idiot. I see you talking into that earpiece; the census hasn't been here in years! You gotta help me! Agent Clarke: I'm sorry? SCP-7369-1: Whoever you work for, the military? Men in Black? I don't care! I gotta get out of here. Agent Clarke: Just one second. At this point, Agent Clarke contacted his superior to request permission to disclose Level 1 information about the Foundation. Given SCP-7369-1's awareness of the Foundation's presence and possibly working to improve trust to acquire further information about SCP-7369, permission was granted. Okay, I work for a group called the Foundation, and we're here to help. Are you sure talking to me won't start anything? SCP-7369-1: Pretty sure. I got my daughter's recital, and I'm going to be late. Agent Clarke: We could walk and talk if you want. SCP-7369-1: Won't matter. No matter what, I'm going to be late. My wife will be mad, and then I gotta jump through a thousand hoops to make it up to them. Agent Clarke: So that's this cycle's inciting incident. Regardless, do you know what's going on with this place? SCP-7369-1: No, I've got nothing. I remember…I remember living here all my life, but…I don't KNOW it. I remember being born in that hospital, going to school here, meeting my wife, getting married and having kids, but…it's wrong. It doesn't make sense. Agent Clarke: Okay, slow down. What do you mean you remember, but you don't know? SCP-7369-1: It's hard to explain. I remember my exact birthday. 14th of April, 1966. But…I also remember being a little kid watching The Fresh Prince and wanting to be a rapper. It's like they both happened and…I don't know which is real. Agent Clarke: And this cycle? It's been here the whole time? SCP-7369-1: As long as I have been conscious, yeah. My wife was pregnant for EIGHT YEARS! I counted each day myself! But every day was treated like she could be due any day now. And my daughter has been one for…I don't know how long. She's hot-wired cars, driven trucks, fired guns and even stabbed a guy. I…I don't know what's happened, but she's…it's like she's growing up and learning skills, but…she's still a baby. Agent Clarke: You've never seen anything the cycle can't fix? Ever? SCP-7369-1: I remember finding my house destroyed once, burnt to the ground, my family murdered…closed casket kind. I sat in front of the ruins of my home sobbing, barely able to contain myself. Then I woke up in bed like nothing ever happened. But I SAW it happen! I felt the ash in my hands! A week after that, a tornado came through the town. I spent…hours searching through buildings and ruins and…I found nothing. I was the only one left. I just walked through the streets, not even searching, just walking. Then the clock hit nine and…I woke up in bed. I don't…I don't even know if these are real or if these are dreams sometimes. I can't believe my own eyes anymore! But if it can fix that, nothing can stop it! Agent Clarke: How do you cope? SCP-7369-1: Who said I did? Agent Clarke: Can't you just leave? There is a road. SCP-7369-1: You think I haven't tried? I've packed up into a car and driven right out of this place. But we always come back, the kids will miss home, my wife will have forgotten something, the car will break down, or a disaster only we can solve will happen. I remember once, I got desperate. Real desperate. I just got in a car and drove. I smashed my phone and just drove. When my car's check engine light went off, I kept driving. When it couldn't be driven, I walked. I managed to reach an old hotel; I booked a room and went to a bar. The bartender gave me a drink and said it was on the house as I looked tired. I don't know what she put in it or if I was having one of those days, but I was out like a light. I woke up in the back of a car, being driven back here. It was my neighbour. He'd been called to pick me up. Said my wife was worried sick. The booze made me blackout again, and the next thing I knew…I'm back in bed. You gotta help me! Please! Agent Clarke: I'm…sorry that's happening, but…there's nothing we can do.12 SCP-7369-1: You've gotta be kidding me! You said you were here to help! Agent Clarke: Yes, but we can't help YOU. Our job is not to intervene with events like these. Simply observe and contain them. SCP-7369-1: I don't give a [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] about your orders! If you were in my shoes, you'd be begging for someone to help you! Agent Clarke: Well, what if we intervene, and it makes things worse? Say we get you out; what if the cycle expands to the whole state? Or the country? Or the world? SCP-7369-1: You've got to try at least! Agent Clarke: I'm sorry, I am, but there is nothing I can do. SCP-7369-1: So I'm stuck here? I'm supposed to just go on this…existence for who knows how long?! Agent Clarke: I'm afraid so. You've seen what this place can do; what would we even do? SCP-7369-1: Make them change the channel. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, due to his unprofessional conduct, Agent Clarke was reprimanded. Further attempts to interview SCP-7369-1 are under consideration. - Credentials Verified, Opening Interview Log 7369-3 Footnotes 1. See Description 2. Hereby collectively referred to as SCP-7369-A. 3. SCP-7369-A2's given name. 4. It should be noted that Agent Miles had no injuries in his leg at this time. 5. SCP-7369-1 6. SCP-7369-2 7. SCP-7369-3 8. SCP-7369-4 9. SCP-7369-5 10. Though these cycles are relatively mundane, a few more traumatic events have occurred, such as natural disasters, extreme rioting and famines. It should be noted that the inciting incidents in these more violent cycles are not abnormal when compared to non-traumatic cycles. However, the frequency of these more traumatic cycles has increased over time. 11. See Interview Log 7369-3 for further information. 12. At this point, Agent Clarke broke the established interview protocol. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7369" by thesilentking, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7370 | keter | A wrestling ring has been installed in Site-19 Item #: SCP-7370 Special Containment Procedures: A wrestling ring has been installed in Site-19. Once every two weeks, an assigned number of male D-Class personnel, with an exact number to be determined on an individual basis by Level-3 Researcher Michael Jensen, member of the Department of Sports and Athletics, is to enter the ring wearing professional wrestling attire consistent with styles of popular American, Mexican or Japanese promotions. When SCP-7370 manifests, the D-class assigned to this procedure are to attempt to combat SCP-7370. D-Class should preferably have backgrounds in combat sports and display above-average athleticism. SCP-7370 has been given a custom wrestling belt with a tracking device inserted into it.1 In the event that SCP-7370 breaches containment, local Mobile Task Force operatives are to be dispatched to the belt's location to subdue and re-contain the entity with a carfentanyl-based tranquilizer. Foundation facial recognition software has been planted into the broadcasting networks of all major sports leagues. In the event that the software recognizes SCP-7370, the broadcast is to be immediately terminated and all physical attendees of the sporting event amnesticized. Description: SCP-7370 appears as a heavily muscled blue-skinned human male. It stands at 2.34 m and weighs 178 kg. It sports attire in the styles of professional wrestling and will regularly wear purple shutter glasses and short trunks. It carries a black and blue title belt with the phrase "The Champ" engraved across its front. SCP-7370 will refer to itself as "Mr. Blue." It possesses a highly exaggerated personality similar to those of professional wrestlers in scripted "promo"2 segments. It has a strong desire to fight other humanoid males, particularly those regarded as champions in their respective sports. It will primarily attack titleholding professional wrestlers at televised events; however, it has been known to target members of independent wrestling circuits or other sports leagues when it runs out of targets in the most widely viewed promotions. SCP-7370 possesses the ability to instantaneously translocate itself. It primarily uses this ability to manifest in and demanifest from professional wrestling promotions. Whether it possesses an additional anomalous property that allows it to know where and when an event is taking place or if it knows where to find its targets through other means is unknown. SCP-7370 will assault its victims with heavily exaggerated wrestling maneuvers as well as boxing and street fighting techniques. It will often weaponize inanimate objects from its immediate surroundings. When SCP-7370 has sufficiently incapacitated its victims, it will then use its professed "signature move," which it refers to as the "Blue Bomb." This technique resembles a sit-out powerbomb.3 SCP-7370 possesses physical strength and stamina far greater than those of nonanomalous humans, including trained athletes. However, it refrains from mortally wounding its targets by deliberately lessening its attacks in line with kayfabe4 tactics common to professional wrestling. When SCP-7370 incapacitates its victims, it will pin them to the ground for three seconds. Immediately afterwards, it will steal whatever object denotes their status as a champion and demanifest from the scene. Addendum 7370.1: Discovery SCP-7370 was first observed on November 29, 2010 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Michael Mizanin, known by his stage name, "The Miz," made his first appearance at a Monday Night Raw promotion since becoming the World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) champion the previous week. As Mizanin was in the center of the wrestling ring delivering a promo to the crowd, SCP-7370 manifested at the top of the entrance ramp bearing a microphone. The following transcript was recorded: Oh, lemme tell you something, Miz. You're not a champ 'til you've fought the Big Blue. You've been ducking and running from day one, but'cha can't outrun an ass-kicking train with no brakes. And look-ey that! Clickety-clack, here comes Mr. Blue down the track! SCP-7370 then proceeded to dance down the entrance ramp to the ring while nearby fans began chanting "Mr. Blue!" As Mizanin leaned over the rope to communicate with security staff, SCP-7370 proceeded to strike him in the back with a steel folding chair. SCP-7370 continued assaulting Mizanin before delivering a Blue Bomb and pinning him for three seconds. SCP-7370 then stole the WWE championship belt and demanifested. Mizanin suffered a concussion and two broken ribs, but made a full recovery. As the Foundation was unable to amnesticize the crowd in attendance, a cover story was produced that SCP-7370 was a nonanomalous professional wrestler who was released from WWE following the incident. Mizanin and all showrunners present were treated with Class-A amnestics. Following this incident, the Foundation began installing amnestic payloads into the sprinkler systems of all indoor sports arenas with seating capacities of fifteen thousand and over for future use in the event that large crowds therein are exposed to anomalous activity. SCP-7370 appeared at three more WWE events between Jaunary, 2011 and October, 2012, assaulting the promotions' various champions each time. These instances invariably led to the hospitalization of SCP-7370's victims and the mass amnesticization of attending audiences. After SCP-7370 stole the WWE championship, World Heavyweight championship, Intercontinental championship, United States Championship, and NXT championship belts, it began to manifest at alternative wrestling promotions. On July 17 and August 3, 2013, SCP-7370 assaulted the reigning Consejo Mundial de Lucha Libre (CMLL) World Champion and All Japan Pro Wrestling (AJPW) Triple Crown Heavyweight Champion, respectively. Over the next three months, SCP-7370 went on to assault the reigning champions of four separate independent wrestling promotions. As SCP-7370 accumulated more wrestling belts, its behavior began to shift to target other sporting promotions. SCP-7370 manifested at the 2014 Golf Masters Tournament on April 13. Incident 7370.4.13.14 – hide block VIDEO LOG DATE: 04/14/2014 LOCATION: Augusta National Golf Club, Augusta, Georgia NOTE: All video was taken from an ESPN live stream of the tournament, all recordings of which have since had the following content removed by Foundation cyber agents [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7370 manifests outside the golf course clubhouse during the tournament's award ceremony at 1929 hours as Bubba Watson has his green jacket put on him. The entity appears donning a severely undersized outfit consistent with vintage golf attire, including a sweater vest and poof ball flat cap, in an apparent attempt at a disguise. It interrupted the ceremony with the following dialogue: Now hold yer horses, mister. Bubba Watson, you call yourself a master, but now you gotta master the way of the fist, 'cause Big Blue's a-comin' for that title! And oh yeah, it's time to send Bubba cryin' to his mumma! SCP-7370 then ripped off its golf attire and struck a side chest bodybuilding pose, before running to the awards podium and assaulting Mr. Watson. After striking Mr. Watson several times, SCP-7370 lifted him over its head and threw him through a picnic table below, causing nearby civilians to flee in panic. The golf club's security personnel attempted to intervene and subdue SCP-7370 with their stun guns, which had no effect on the entity. SCP-7370 loudly proclaimed that "there's enough of Big Blue to go around," before lifting up one of the members of the security team and using him to strike the others in a club-like fashion. As more security personnel converged on its position, the entity began striking them with various objects in the vicinity, including golf clubs, lawn chairs, and at one point stealing the local ESPN reporters' camera to use as a weapon. All personnel present were incapacitated. As SCP-7370 dispatched the security team, Mr. Watson attempted to flee the scene. SCP-7370 stole a nearby golf cart and proceeded to chase Mr. Watson down, before ramming him. The entity then grabbed him by the legs and proceeded to swing him repeatedly, before throwing him approximately fifteen meters into the flag of the nearest hole. SCP-7370 then proclaimed, "Now that's what I call a hole in one." It then removed Mr. Watson's Masters green jacket from his person and tied it around its waist with the sleeves before performing a celebratory dance. SCP-7370 then promptly demanifested from the scene. [END LOG] In total, there were twelve civilian injuries, including Mr. Watson, ten security personnel and the driver of the golf cart SCP-7370 commandeered whom the entity struck over the head with a golf club off-camera. All tournament participants, audience members and victims present were applied Class-A amnestics. Mr. Watson received a concussion and two herniated disks, but was able to make a full recovery. The cover story for the incident was that Mr. Watson was struck by a malfunctioning golf cart. SCP-7370 manifested at the 2014 White Marlin Open on August 8. Incident 7370.8.8.14 – hide block VIDEO LOG DATE: 08/08/2014 LOCATION: Harbor Island, Ocean City, Maryland [BEGIN LOG] At 1630 hours, Angler Sam Lancelotta is declared the winner of the blue marlin division for his catch of a 738.5 lbs (335 kg) fish at 1200 hours that day. As Mr. Lancelotta and the crew of his team boat, the Gratitude, pose for a picture with a giant check for the prize money, SCP-7370, donning a snorkeling mask and flippers, breaks through the deck below them and climbs out from the harbor. It then provides the following dialogue: Hold it, hold it, hold it, you call this a champ? Now you might be a big fish in a small pond, but now yer stuck up shit creek without a paddle! And I'm gonna catch and release you from yer mortal coil, oh yeah! SCP-7370 then proceeds to charge through the crowd, however, it ignores the crew of the Gratitude. It instead crosses over and begins punching Lancelotta's blue marlin, which is hung by its tail. At one point, witnesses quote it as saying "I'm goin' Rocky IV on your ass!" Security personnel, who at first look on in apparent confusion, attempt to intervene, as do several nearby fishermen. SCP-7370 then takes down the marlin and begins using it as a club to bludgeon its combatants. After successfully incapacitating all other persons on the deck, SCP-7370 throws the marlin back into the harbor, where it swims away and is presumed to have survived. The entity then steals Mr. Lancelotta's prize check for 511,000 USD. Instead of demanifesting, SCP-7370 jumps into the harbor and swims away. It never attempted to cash the check after this incident. [END LOG] SCP-7370 manifested at the 2014 World Chess Tournament on November 23. Incident 7370.11.23.14 – hide block VIDEO LOG DATE: 11/23/2014 LOCATION: Olympic Media Center, Sochi, Russia [BEGIN LOG] At 1630 hours, SCP-7370 manifests inside the Olympic Center carrying a gym bag immediately after champion Magnus Carlsen is handed the first-place trophy. It walks onto the stage and strikes a series of bodybuilding poses, at which point two sparkler pyrotechnics ignite on either side of the platform. When and how the entity installed them is unknown. It interrupted the ceremony with the following dialogue: Ooo, hello mother Russia! Lemme stop you right there, Magnus. See folks, this brainiac–[points at Mr. Carlsen]–calls himself the champ! Well, I'm gonna lay some knowledge on you, Magnus. You gotta do more than check a room full-a pencilnecks ta be a champ! It takes guts, the sorta guts to take on the real champ, mano-e-mano! At this point, SCP-7370 grabs Mr. Carlsen by the collar of his shirt and drags him to a table in the center of the room. The entity stands over him and raises a folding chair over its head. SCP-7370 then opens the chair and sets it up at the table, before reaching inside its bag and producing a custom chess set, which it then proceeds to set up on the table. It then sits down at the black side of the set, and gestures for Mr. Carlsen to sit down as well. SCP-7370 and Mr. Carlsen proceed to play a game of chess with tournament rules. The entity opens the game with a Sicilian Defense and does not speak for the duration of the game. Onlookers do not interfere and form a quiet audience. At the forty-three-minute mark, SCP-7370 eliminates Mr. Carlsen's queen and places his king into a checkmate. The entity then reaches over and calmly shakes Mr. Carlsen's hand to the audience's applause, before breaking the chessboard over his head, rendering him unconscious. After pinning Mr. Carlsen to the ground for three seconds, SCP-7370 seizes the first place trophy and promptly demanifests. [END LOG] Addendum 7370.2: Containment SCP-7370 was first encountered by the Foundation on February 24, 2015 in Los Angeles, California. MTF-Pi-1 ("City Slickers") responded to a civilian police report of a "large blue man" squatting in an abandoned professional wrestling gym. SCP-7370 was found unconscious on a La-Z-Boy recliner inside the gym. It was sedated without incident via several rounds of a carfentanyl-based tranquilizer. Inspection revealed that SCP-7370 had been using the gym as its primary residence, and had been subsisting on a diet of creatine powder, Mountain Dew and Slim Jims. The interior was heavily decorated in myriad professional wrestling paraphernalia, with several cardboard cutouts of "Macho Man" Randy Savage in a corner of the room which SCP-7370 had apparently converted into a weightlifting area. All known stolen championship belts, trophies and other paraphernalia were discovered in a single pile in a utility closet, along with numerous other belts and placards as well as a little league baseball trophy and high school regional spelling bee certificate. SCP-7370 was brought to Site-19 for temporary containment, where it was placed inside of a steel containment cell before regaining consciousness. Researchers Jensen and Ryan stood behind a bulletproof glass pane in an observation room. The following transcript was recorded: DATE: 02/25/2015 LOCATION: Site-19 Interviewers: Researchers Michael Jensen and Stanford Ryan Interviewee: SCP-7370 [BEGIN LOG] 7370: Ugh, killer hangover. Where am I? Jensen: SCP-7370, you are in the custody of the SCP Foundation. We are an institution that seeks to secure, contain and protect anomalous individuals such as your– 7370: Now hold your horses buster. I may not know how to count, but I'm pretty sure my name ain't 7370. It's numero uno! Ryan: SCP-7370, if you would please– 7370: Now you, the doctors of destruction, might be the biggest kids in the schoolyard, but if you think you can take the champ in a steel cage match, you got another thing comin'! [SCP-7370 breaks free of its restraints and walks towards the glass] Ryan: SCP-7370, you misunderstand, if you would just– SCP-7370, stop, stop that. Security! [END LOG] At this point in the interview, SCP-7370 broke through the panel to the observation room. It proceeded to bodyslam Researcher Ryan through a wooden table in the center of the room, and deliver a "Blue Bomb" to Researcher Jensen on top of him. SCP-7370 then ran through Site-19, celebrating, before reaching the offices of Researchers Jensen and Ryan, where it proceeded to steal Jensen's PhD certificate from the University of Texas and Ryan's Master's certificate from Connecticut College. SCP-7370 then demanifested from Site-19 before Site security could tranquilize it. Both researchers suffered concussions and small fractures, but made full recoveries. Addendum 7370.3: Re-Containment AUDIO LOG DATE: 02/26/2015 NOTE: Personal Log of Level 3 Researcher Michael Jensen 1030: Okay, that brute is harder to contain than we first thought. Ow. Since the muscle relaxants and tranquilizers had little effect, there is a strong likelihood that SCP-7370's ability to demanifest is psionic in nature. We'll have to get a bit more creative with our next attempt. Containment Specialist Johnathan Hooke was consulted by the SCP-7370 research team. After reviewing past incident logs and all available data on the entity, Hooke offered the following analysis: AUDIO LOG DATE: 02/27/2015 NOTE: Personal Log of Containment Specialist Johnathan Hooke 1420: A physical means of containment seems risky. We certainly have the firepower to incapacitate SCP-7370, but no way to permanently shut off its ability to demanifest from any cell we lock it in. I'm going to recommend a more psychological approach. What does this thing want really? All available evidence points to some good old-fashioned, honest competition. So when this thing has every available title, it has nowhere to go but down the totem pole in search of a good fight. Why don't we give it something a bit more exciting? On 02/30/2015, Specialist Hooke put in a request to manufacture a custom professional wrestling championship belt to be held under surveillance by security personnel. The director of Site-19 further approved Hooke's request to set up a professional wrestling ring in the center of the Site-19 gymnasium. Device 7370.1 – hide block Hooke requested the aid of eight D-Class personnel whom he described as being "highly athletic" and having "violent personalities." The eight D-Class were assigned "ring names" and outfitted with professional wrestling attire. A collection of folding chairs, tables and ladders acquired from the Site utility closet and other storage facilities were strewn across the gymnasium. The belt was displayed on a podium by the entrance to the room. On 03/03/2015, SCP-7370 manifested in Site-19. Specialist Hooke greeted the entity with a microphone, standing alongside Researcher Ryan and protected by four security personnel armed with tranquilizers. Researcher Jensen, wearing a striped referee's uniform, was positioned inside the ring. AUDIO LOG DATE: 03/03/2015 LOCATION: Site-19 NOTE: Recontainment Attempt by Specialist Johnathan Hooke and Researchers Michael Jensen and Stanford Ryan [BEGIN LOG] 7370: Finally, the champ is back in… wherever the hell I am right now! That's a perdy belt you geeks and dweebs got, now who does Mr. Blue gotta tear apart to get to it? Are those yellow-bellied doctors of destruction ready for a rematch? Researcher Ryan: [To Hooke] If this doesn't work, I swear to God I'm transferring to Site-17. None of this shit happens there. Hooke: Ladies and gentlemen! It's time for the main event! Now this man calls himself "the champ," but is he champ enough to take home the gold? 7370: [Agitated] Champ enough? Champ enough!? I'll show you a real champ, let me at 'em! Hooke: Tonight we've got nine competitors raring to go, but at the end of the night, only one can walk out the undisputed champion of the Foundation Wrestling Federation! D-4920: [Muffled, due to wearing a tight-fitting luchador mask] Hold on, we're fighting that thing? You can't make us, no way man! 7370: Uh… what did he say? Hooke: He called you a bitch. 7370: Oh it's on! [END LOG] Over a period of approximately forty-three minutes, SCP-7370 proceeded to physically assault the D-Class personnel, periodically pausing to showboat for the empty bleachers along the gymnasium walls. After having delivered a "Blue Bomb" to each D-Class individually and beating them to the point of unconsciousness, as well as breaking every folding chair and table displayed in the gymnasium, SCP-7370 laid each D-Class in a large pile at the center of the ring and climbed on top of it. Researcher Jensen counted to three and declared SCP-7370 the winner as Researcher Ryan, still standing near the entrance, rang a gong bell. AUDIO LOG CONTD. [BEGIN LOG] 7370: [Parading around the ring] Oh yeah! No one's man enough to take down the champ! Now hand her here, nerds! Hooke: [Handing the belt to SCP-7370] What a thrilling match folks! Friendships were made, hearts were broken, and spleens were shattered! And we're just getting started, so tune in next time for the champ's first title defense! 7370: Title de-what now? Hooke: Title defense. You know, when one or more lucky contestants take a shot at the gold? 7370: But… I won. Isn't that it? Hooke: Oh come on, you do know what "reigning champ" means, right? You gotta put some skin in the game, take on some fresh talent, entertain your adoring fans! [Specialist Hooke gestures to the empty bleachers] 7370: Mr. Blue came, he saw, and he conquered! Now I don't think the ragdolls here are up to snuff, and if that's all you've got, then I think the champ's about to go Free Willy and jump this small pond! Hooke: Mike, how many D-Class personnel are registered at the Foundation? Jensen: Seven thousand, six hundred and forty-three. Give or take. Hooke: Thank you Mike. That's right 7370, you came, saw and conquered squat. We've got a locker room the size of a Home Depot ready to take you on. Unless… the champ's running scared? 7370: That's Mr. Blue to you! You'll be counting stars the next time you call me that! The champ ain't running nowhere! In fact, you'll have to drag him out in handcuffs before he beats the pulp out of each and every competitor who wants a piece! [END LOG] After this incident, SCP-7370 willingly entered containment. The director of Site-19 granted the entity's request to bring all of its wrestling paraphernalia and stolen accolades from its abode in Los Angeles, California to its containment cell, where they were organized in glass display cases. Beginning July 4, 2018, Foundation personnel were permitted to view SCP-7370's bouts as a morale booster at Specialist Hooke's request. Incident 7370.8.11.18 – hide block On August 11, 2018, the day before SCP-7370's next scheduled containment procedure, a series of flyers were found glued to the outside of SCP-7370's containment cell. They read as follows: OH YEAH ON SUNDAY, AUGUST 12, THE DEVASTATING DOCTORS OF DESTRUCTION RETURN TO SITE-19 TO STEP INTO THE RING WITH THE REIGNING, RULING, UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, BIG BLUE HIMSELF COME DOWN TO THE GYMNASIUM TOMORROW NIGHT, 8 PM EST TO WITNESS THE CARNAGE Each flyer possessed a photoshopped image depicting SCP-7370 and Drs. Jensen and Ryan, as shown below. The means by which SCP-7370 procured these flyers or if it escaped its containment cell in order to display them is unknown. AUDIO LOG DATE: 07/05/2018 NOTE: Research Log of Researchers Michael Jensen and Stanford Ryan Jensen: Ugh. It appears SCP-7370 seeks to enter what some in the professional wrestling world might call a "feud" with us. In other words, he thinks we're his rivals. This… could be problematic. Ryan: [To Specialist Johnathan Hooke, in the background] Stop laughing you jackass, this is serious! Last time, he drew Hulk Hogan on my diploma! Drs. Jensen and Ryan were placed into protective custody off-site until after the containment procedure was completed the following day. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 7370.3 2. Short for "promotional interview." In professional wrestling, this refers to dialogue used to advance a storyline or feud 3. A professional wrestling maneuver wherein an opponent is lifted to sit on the attacker's shoulders and slammed down back-first as the attacker falls to a seated position 4. Term denoting the portrayal of staged or exaggerated events in professional wrestling as real « SCP-7369 | SCP-7370 | SCP-7371 » |
SCP-7371 | euclid | Item#: 7371 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Research Head: Dr. Mara Rend {$class-category-2} {$class-text-2} {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Special Containment Procedures: We should all bow. SCP-7371 is to be kept in a large humanoid containment chamber. Every 20 days1, prior to a Malob-event, the entity is to be provided with 5 kilograms of gold. At 11:25 AM on the first day of a uinal, all CCTV devices situated within the containment chamber of SCP-7371 are to be deactivated and remain so for a duration of 15 minutes. All existing footage of SCP-7371 engaging in a Malob-event is to be disposed of immediately without viewing of its contents. Personnel exhibiting any symptoms of illness or manifesting signs of religious fanaticism pure love are to be removed from SCP-7371's area of influence and receive immediate medical attention. Should a Taak-event take place, foundation personnel in a 500-meter radius are to be evacuated into the nearest shelter. Security operatives, equipped with level-A CROYANCE2 suits, are to patrol the facility during the event and neutralize any SCP-7371-1 instance on sight. Description: SCP-7371 is a sapient humanoid entity measuring 2.7 meters and weighing 286 kilograms. It's beautiful. The entity has dark-grey skin, with white ornamental markings resembling flames, located on the cranial and abdominal regions. The origin of these paintings remain unidentified. SCP-7371 displays four bat-like wings and two sets of horns. With the exception of its eyes, SCP-7371 possesses no facial features, resulting in its inability to speak. Within a precise time frame and upon receiving materials of a specific quantity, SCP-7371 executes an unknown activity, identified as a Malob-event. The condition of SCP-7371, along with its influence on its environment when a Malob-event is not conducted at the proper time, is identified as a Taak-event. The designation SCP-7371-1 is assigned to multiple diminutive entities similar in appearance to Alouatta pigra3. They're family. Their skin is composed of alabaster4, however, this characteristic does not impede their movements. These entities display two enlarged, lizard-like eyes and share the same lack of facial features as observed in SCP-7371. Instances of SCP-7371-1 possess a level of intelligence on par with regular howler monkeys. SCP-7371-1 instances possess a viable and functional body, however, they exhibit indifference toward their own physical well-being. Notably, most of the SCP-7371-1 instances display no initiative to sustain themselves, and consequently succumb to starvation, a process that may extend up to three days following their manifestation. His most faithful ascetics. Malob-Event: After certain materials have been provided to SCP-7371 during the first day of a uinal, a Malob-event happens. The entire event releases a potent flow of Akiva radiations5 with a peak situated mid-Malob-event. Any living entity witnessing the event, either directly or remotely via CCTV footage, will experience internal combustion of the skull, with temperatures recorded at approximately 3.67*104 Kelvin. In some of these occurrences, afflicted individuals have exhibited lava emanation from their cranial region. It makes for a beautiful firework. It remains unclear whether this phenomenon is an intended consequence of SCP-7371 or the result of elevated levels of anomalous radiation. This phenomenon is voluntarily induced by SCP-7371. Should the Malob-event conclude without any disturbances, all living and sentient beings within a 500-meter radius will be subject to the ensuing effects: significant release of endorphins within the brain devout reverence towards SCP-7371 He is the air I breathe He is the light I see. a slight euphoria The psychological impacts of a Malob-event will diminish over a period ranging from one to three month, contingent upon the prior beliefs of the affected subject. Following a Malob-event, the containment chamber of SCP-7371 is devoid of any trace of the materials involved, with the rare exception of small accumulations of volcanic ash. Taak-Event: When the time for a Malob-event has come and no materials have been provided to SCP-7371, a Taak-event happens. During this event, individuals within a 500-meter radius are prone to contract an infectious disease in a severe form and SCP-7371-1 instances manifest seemingly at random inside the area of influence, regardless of the state of consciousness of SCP-7371. Throughout numerous of these events, SCP-7371 has been observed engaging in various activities within its containment chamber. These actions include pacing back and forth, clawing at the walls, placing an SCP-7371-1 instance on its lap and stroking it, or angrily glaring at the surveillance cameras. He waved at me once. The SCP-7371-1 instances will forage the location of their appearance, subsequently delivering their collected items to SCP-7371 in what seems to be an attempt to initiate a new Malob-event. A holy work. The materials can include : Personal items such as rings, pendants, bracelets, earrings, watches Electrical components such as circuit boards, wires, batteries Small animals such as rats, insects, cats Any kind of food Human body parts such as fingers, eyes, tongues, noses, teeth or ears Other SCP-7371-1 instances when there is nothing else to give Upon presentation of an offering by an SCP-7371-1 instance within the containment chamber, SCP-7371 inflicts a wound on its arm using its claws and then applies a drop of its blood onto the forehead of said instance. The wound heals immediately after that. Once a substantial quantity of materials has been accumulated, the SCP-7371-1 instances depart from the vicinity of SCP-7371 and proceed to wander the area without discernible purpose. Addendum 7371.A Close Addendum 7371.A Dr. Rend was tasked with identifying a dependable alternative to the gold utilized during Malob-events, due to its current exceedingly high cost and the risk of impact on the judgment of all personnel within the facility. Experiments were conducted at Remote Testing Ground-17-B situated 5 kilometers away from the main Site, throughout 3 different Malob-events. A D-class, different for every iteration of the experiment, was placed in a room neighboring the test chamber of SCP-7371 so they could not witness the Malob-events. They were given the task to describe how they were feeling at the end of each test and were then surgically and mentally examined. The materials used in the course of the different experiments were selected after observation of the items gathered by SCP-7371-1 instances during Taak-events. Experiment #1 Experiment #2 Experiment #3 An assortment of beef meat is provided to SCP-7371. The entity displays evident discontent, yet continues with the Malob-event. The Malob-event is completed in 11.4 minutes. In the other room, D-4539 collapses on the ground. Surgical examination revealed that D-4539 had developed a functional third arm and heterochromia. No additional information was obtained from D-4539. 5 kilograms of silver are offered to SCP-7371. The entity stares at the camera with visible anger before proceeding with the Malob-event. The Malob-event is completed in 16.4 minutes. D-8524 instantly falls to the ground, visibly unconscious. Surgical examination revealed that most of the organs of the subject were turned to marble. D-8524 did not survive. SCP-7371 is given a live goat. The entity appears disgusted at the animal but still carries on the Malob-event. The Malob-event is completed in 8.42 minutes. SCP-7371 seems irritated and carves ██████ ███████ on the walls using its claws. Duty calls. Subject D-3952 seemingly enters a state of euphoria. Psychological examination revealed symptoms similar to the usage of gold in Malob-event, but notably stronger. D-3952 was terminated after attempting to free SCP-7371 from containment. See Incident Report 7371.01 for further documentation. Incident Report 7371.01 Close Incident Report 7371.01 I can't let them see this. The Foundation became aware of this transcript only after Incident 7371.02, during an investigation of Dr. Rend's computer and belongings. BEGIN AUDIO TRANSCRIPT -Dr. Königswald: This is Dr. Jeffrey Königswald, reporting pathologist for Site-17's coroner department, recording my preliminary remarks on D-3952, terminated after Mara's little tests on SCP-7371. I pray to God one day this lass learns empathy. A clicking sound, quickly followed by the song "Y'a d'la joie", by Charles Trenet. The pathologist is humming the lyrics as he is carrying on the procedure. Dr. Königswald seems to be cutting the clothes of the deceased man using a pair of scissors. -Dr. Königswald: I apologize for the indignity, my friend. Grating sounds of a metal recipient being placed by Dr. Königswald under the operation table, presumably the bucket used for containing excised organs of the cadaver. Incision and sawing sounds followed by movement. -Dr. Königswald: Mmh? Another clicking sound, the music stops. Coughing and groaning sounds. -Dr. Königswald: WHAT TH- A loud sound of metal hitting something, followed by someone falling to the ground. The voice of a woman matching Dr. Rend's. -Dr. Rend: Sorry Jeff. More coughing sounds. A low, gravely voice speaks, matching D-3952's. -D-3952: So you have seen my invitation, (difficult breaths) come, we have matters to discuss. -Dr. Rend: Yes Lord, but are you certain this is safe? -D-3952: Your safety is not my concern. -Dr. Rend: Of course, I apologize. -D-3952: Let us get straight to the point, I will not stand being within this lowly envelope any longer than need be. (grunts, coughs) You will find me a worthy offering, specifically one of your own kind. Do it without attracting attention. -Dr. Rend: Anything my Lord wishes, but can I ask why? -D-3952: No, you may not. (groans) -Dr. Rend: I understand. The Committee won't approve the use of D-class personnel just like that though. I'll need to- -D-3952: (interrupting her) Do what you must. But should you fail, your brain matter will decorate the walls of your office. -Dr. Rend: I live to serve, I won't fail you. -D-3952: It better be the case. Now leave, the corpse-handler will soon return to his senses. The sound of heeled shoes gradually diminishes as the source distances itself, followed by low coughs and then complete silence. Discovery: SCP-7371 was identified following a daily report by undercover Foundation Agent ██████, stationed in Cancún, Mexico, wherein he professed his love and veneration for "The Fallen Lord". All communication with Agent ██████ has been severed, and he is presumed to have been killed in action. He was too weak to serve. Within the same week, the area witnessed a succession of robberies, violent homicides, extensive infrastructure damage, widespread riots, public executions, instances of arson as well as outbreaks of infectious diseases, including bubonic plague and leprosy, in addition to an isolated case of SCP-████. MTF Beta-7 (“Maz Hatters”) was deployed to secure SCP-7371 within the tumultuous city. The anomaly had amassed a significant contingent of devotees, along with numerous hundreds of SCP-7371-1 instances. The mission concluded with great difficulty, MTF Beta-7 suffering major casualties and one instance of betrayal from within. A new member in our family? A misinformation campaign of unprecedented scale is still to this day being conducted to cover up the events. Addendum 7371.B Close Addendum 7371.B The subsequent transcript originates from a notebook originally belonging to Level 2 researcher R.████, and was discovered beneath a dislodged tile within the containment chamber of SCP-7371. CCTV footage revealed the entity concealing it. It appears that the entity took advantage of the 15-minute window during which CCTV surveillance is deactivated to engage in writing activities, when it had spare time following a Malob-event. SCP-7371 exhibited aggression towards the Class D personnel sent to recover the item, but was swiftly sedated by the accompanying security operatives. The texts were inscribed using a notably antiquated variant of Popti'6, intertwined with an unidentified language. The following translation was accomplished over the course of several months, utilizing both pattern recognition AI technologies and the expertise of paralinguistic specialists from Site-12. The resultant prose exhibited an unexpectedly high level of sophistication despite being a roughly translated text. Research on the potential anomalous properties of the inscriptions is ongoing. Certain words remain untranslatable. My thrall7 has pilfered this curious parchment, upon which I inscribe my reflections. It shall serve me well. A span of 148 Obloths8 has elapsed since my arrival to this continent. It appears my estimation of mankind was unduly modest, as they have succeeded in capturing me. Such humiliation shall not be permitted to persist, soon this masquerade will reach its conclusion, since for one of my Order, the absence of stratagems is but a transient phenomenon. The passage of time since last I was in the company of my kindred weighs heavily upon me. From the moment I acknowledged my confinement within this land until now, I have not encountered such a profound sense of despondency. The experience of such emotions is deeply distasteful to me. My thoughts drift to the other clans, what fate has befallen them? For the second instance in my vast lifespan, apprehension takes hold. The horror of the Siege pales in significance to the dread of wandering on this Duraat9-smelling soil. I find myself unable to recall my Lady's visage. What is this searing pain that grips me? It has come to my attention that these detestable men engage in the study of my person, but how could they possibly fathom the depths of my being? Their pursuits are not rooted in a quest for enlightenment, rather, they are driven by a profound fright. Their primary objective is to obstruct my progress, I am sure of it. This, I cannot sanction. I shall call upon Uzuraël. She possesses the wisdom for our path forward, as she invariably has proven so. Undoubtedly, she will effortlessly breach the defenses of this perplexing concrete temple. Will she recognize me? Will she forgive? With the passing of countless moments in sheer disarray, my memory has dimmed, yet it is imperative that I recollect the reviving ritual. If my mind serves me accurately, the priests clad in loincloths, chanted in an alien tongue and sacrificed their own to return their lost King. The magnitude of extravagance necessary to orchestrate such a ritual undoubtedly necessitates a mind of considerable intricacy. Yet, it ought not to astonish me, for among humanity's ranks are a not insignificant number of individuals whose sanity is debatable. In this particular aspect, they share a commonality with my kind. My kind. The carnage. The exile. What have I done? In the absence of the crystal-crowned scholars from my private chambers, I yet perceive the unsettling scrutiny of their diminished vision, channeled through the curious devices affixed to the ceiling. Let it be known, I shall not be fooled by their duplicity, my intentions shall remain enshrouded from their gaze until such time as I have successfully secured man flesh. To accomplish this venture, it may become necessary to momentarily divert their attention, albeit such maneuvers are beneath the stature of my title and cowardly concealment grates against the very founding of my illukthe10. However, the critical nature of my operation necessitates discretion. I have successfully recalled a clever trick frequently employed by my offsprings, which I shall now utilize. Should the gaze of my jailers fall upon me whilst engaged in the sacred rites, their minds shall encounter an eruption of such magnitude, it would render the formidable Spider-Legged Witch herself submissive in her blazing fury. My offsprings. Blood on my hands. It hurts. I have been approached by one of the white-coated practitioners who so keenly observe my endeavors. There exists within her a thirst for blood and a devotion surpassing mere superficial observation. An undreamt ally, perhaps a covert antagonist, or merely a zealot. She bears a striking resemblance to the Manic Nahilban, in her unchecked taste for viscera. My disdain for adherents of such sanguinary and vicious circles is profound, yet there lies a potential utility in this encounter. Might I orchestrate a transformation wherein, instead of proffering their lackluster materials, they extend the essence of their own ilk? Given her mangled morales, there exists a possibility to sway her towards such a proposition, despite the distaste it invokes. I have always firmly believed that the essence of humanity was encapsulated within their inexplicable penchant for perpetuating their own demise, however, I should rejoice, for I am to become an integral component of this very process. Indeed, the fear-driven simpletons will soon offer their own flesh and blood as a substitute for their tarnished matters. I find myself almost sympathizing with these unfortunate souls. Yet, they should find solace, as their sacrifice shall contribute to a Nobler cause, my return to the island11. The nightmare is over, at last. I'm done for. You have (1) new email Close To: Head of Research Mara Rend From: H.R Investigator Margeriaz Subject: You know what this is about. Dr. Mara Rend, following a report received from Dr. Königswald and the discovery of incriminating notes written by SCP-7371, you are under suspicion of committing acts of treason against the Foundation by collaborating with an anomaly. We strongly advise against any attempts to flee, as your arrest is inevitable. You are directed to present yourself to the nearest security operative, to facilitate the investigative process aimed at clearing your name. You are presented with a choice, be reasonable and the situation won't have to escalate. P.S: There is no such thing as a Worship department and you can't make one up on your own just like that. I can't let them catch me, I WON'T fail Him. I must do something. Incident Report 7371.02 Close Incident Report 7371.02 Incident Report 7371.02 CCTV Footage Transcript Summary: Dr. Rend has entered the containment chamber of SCP-7371. Static view of SCP-7371 in its containment chamber 11:11:05 | The entity slices the tendons of Dr. Rend and assumes a cross-legged position. SCP-7371 appears to be praying. Dr. Rend is immobilized on the ground and regardless of the evident crippling pain, she is praying as well. Akiva radiation are emitted at an exponentially increasing rate. 11:11:12 | An SCP-7371-1 instance emerges from the ventilation system and joins SCP-7371 in its act of prayer. As the intensity of the radiation escalates, a faint voice speaking an unidentified language becomes audible. 11:11:47 | Several SCP-7371-1 instances continuously manifest around SCP-7371, they all assume a deeply bowed position. The amount of Akiva radiation reaches a concentration fatal to humans. Personnel present on-site are thus instructed to evacuate. MTF Eta-77 (“Spheres Within Spheres”) assisted by MTF Epsilon-11 (“Nine-Tailed Fox”) are dispatched in the event that a dangerous pistiphage12 entity is released by SCP-7371. 11:15:03 | The room darkens significantly and the air boils as a result of the anomalous radiation. The MTF units are unable to approach the containment chamber of SCP-7371 due to the extreme amount of radiations. 11:20:12 | The population of SCP-7371-1 instances in the containment chamber reaches 30 individuals and static electricity in the room is building-up massively, to a point where it is visible. The concentration of Akiva radiation reaches an amount sufficient to alter nearby reality and a hurricane forms above Site-17. 11:23:00 | A tear opens in the abdomen of Dr. Rend entirely flaying her. A blurry humanoid figure can be seen through. A remotely controlled combat drone is sent to disrupt the ritual. The Apparition is evaluated to be a type 6 Behemoth on the Redwick-Nacht scale, with the potential to cause an HK-Class 'Deific Subjugation' scenario. The Alpha Nuclear Warheads are left on standby, to be activated should the ritual continue without interruption. 11:24:36 | The drone reaches the cell while the tear expands, traversing the confines of the chamber by eating through the walls and ceiling. 11:24:39 | The doors to the cell are opened remotely. At the same time, the Apparition attempts to navigate through the tear, causing a 4.6 earthquake in the area. 11:25:41 | The drone enters the chamber while the Apparition, with one arm already manifested in this reality, is in the process of transitioning its remaining three arms. Six SCP-7371-1 instances rush towards the drone. 11:25:57 | The drone is slowly disassembled by the SCP-7371-1 instances. Before being dismantled in its entirety, self-destruction protocol is triggered remotely. A countdown starts. 11:26:07 | The Apparition has its abdomen in this reality, leaking an impossible amount of Akiva radiation and making the ground melt. SCP-7371 and the SCP-7371-1 instances all pray before the Apparition. The countdown reaches an end, making the drone explode. 11:26:13 | The manifestation of the Apparition is halted by the detonation, resulting in parts of its materialized form being severed as the tear closes. The Apparition seems to be deceased. SCP-7371, seemingly overwhelmed by anger, proceeds to exterminate every instance of SCP-7371-1. 11:26:58 | SCP-7371 breaches containment by forcefully rupturing the compromised doors. SCP-7371 is intercepted and sedated by MTF epsilon-11 54 minutes succeeding the end of the ritual, having caused major damage to the site and killed or injured several MTF units. The entity is sedated and placed in temporary heavy containment. Aftermath: SCP-7371 currently abstains from any form of interaction and has ceased all initiation of Malob-events. The entity now exhibits a persistent state of apathy and remains motionless since the incident. Footnotes 1. A period corresponding to a uinal in the Haab calendar, the Mayan version of the Tzolk'in calendar 2. Protective tactical armors designed to withstand concentrated levels of energies linked to the Divine. 3. Monkeys native of Guatemala. 4. A form of gypsum, prized for centuries for its ease of carving, making it a popular choice for sculptures. 5. Energy linked to prayer and divine intervention. 6. Mayan language from the Q’anjob’alan-chujean branch, spoken by the Jakaltek people. 7. Identified to be a rogue SCP-7371-1 instance. 8. Presumed to be a time measurement unit. 9. From context, believed to mean "excrement", although SCP-7371 presents no waste-disposal mechanism. 10. From context, believed to mean "spirit". 11. The word spontaneously appeared in the translation, and couldn't be removed without suffering 3rd-degree burns or autodecapitation. The location of this place remains unidentified. 12. An entity that feeds on faith, deriving sustenance and power from belief and worship. |
SCP-7372 | esoteric-class | The ListPages module does not work recursively. EE-7372 Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / Et Tam Deum Petivi Hub Page » EE-7372 close Info X More by this author For translators, here is a direct link to each iteration: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-7372-1 https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-7372-2 by Ralliston EVENT: EE-7372 LEVEL 3/EE-7372 SCENARIO: AREA TRANSFORMATION CONFIDENTIAL DISRUPTION CLASS: keneq EE-7372's occurrence site. The exact area of effect circled in red. Preceding Events: The following phenomena simultaneously preceded EE-7372: SCP-2406's1 entire body flinching for approximately two seconds without any outside stimuli, resulting in the destruction of the scaffolding containing it. Following the cessation of the activity, SCP-2406 returned to a dormant state and refused to exhibit any further irregularities; The receival of a two-second-lasting ping by Foundation Webcrawlers, originating from the presumed digital location of SCP-6079,2 confirming its continued existence. Following the cessation of the activity, SCP-6079 once again disappeared from Foundation monitoring and refused to show any signs of operation; A series of thaumaturgic glyphs manifesting in the sky above the occurrence site, later identified as a thaumaturgic ritual that is able to grant an area antimemetic properties. Due to the event's nature, the only apparatus that detected the thaumic flash was the Foundation's orbital Atreus Array. Date of Occurrence: 20/07/2016 Location: The Nubian Desert, Sudan Event Description: EE-7372 refers to an event during which an area of 13 km x 27 km x 23 km located in the Nubian Desert in Sudan entirely disappeared from all physical and digital records. Previously housing a small town of approximately 300 citizens, the location was the frequent victim of ORIA attacks in the past, for presumable attempts at controlling the extent of Horizon Initiative operations. EE-7372's primary cause is presumed to be the sky glyphs sighted right above its area of effect. To obtain information that would allow further research into the event, a Foundation Task Force led by Agent Max Lombardi was dispatched to the location. As the team was previously stationed nearby due to an investigation into ORIA activities, they were chosen as the best fit for the operation. Further research by a joint effort between Site-120's Theology and Thaumaturgy Divisions is currently pending. [END OF FILE] log-in > INITIATING SCiPNET LOGIN PROTOCOL… login: max-lombardi > REMEMBER: IMPERSONATING A MEMBER OF THE FOUNDATION IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH. password: to-remain-one-day-more-in-her-memory-restless > IDENTITY CONFIRMED. WELCOME, AGENT LOMBARDI. > YOU HAVE ZERO (0) CURRENTLY PENDING FILES. upload: mnestic-treatement-confirmation > WARNING! NEAR CRITICAL MNESTIC DENSITY (7,8‰) DETECTED IN YOUR BLOODSTREAM! ANY FURTHER USAGE WILL MOST LIKELY RESULT IN FATAL CARDIAC ARREST AND IS HEAVILY INADVISABLE. DO YOU STILL WISH TO CONTINUE? yes > ACCESSING NEWLY FOUND DATA… > YOU HAVE ONE (1) VIDEO LOG SAVED ON YOUR PERSONNEL DEVICE THAT HAS NOT YET BEEN SUBMITTED INTO THE SCiPNET DATABASE. DO YOU WISH TO ACCESS IT? yes > ACCESSING… Date: 20/07/2016 Foreword: As the antimemetic properties of EE-7372's area of effect have proven to be far more powerful than initially suspected, only Agent Lombardi was able to enter the anomaly's perimeter due to his higher-than-average resistance to phenomena of memetic nature. His team remained stationed outside the border, awaiting his return. <Begin Log> The feed connects as Lombardi breaches the threshold of EE-7372's memetic effect. He briefly shakes his head in initial confusion, readies his gun, and continues forward, making his way towards the town visible on the horizon. After a few minutes, he passes the stretch of land separating him from his destination. He is now standing at the back of a small house, his weapon extended and his sight focused on the road before the building. With a few quick and silent movements, he makes his way to the aforementioned area. The entire stretch of town he can see is empty of citizens. The only thing breaking the monotony of sandstone houses and dusty streets is a tall figure standing in the distance. The person is leaning on the door to one of the buildings; one of his hands is tightened around a gun, while the other is trying to open the lock present on the door. He does not seem to notice Lombardi. Avoiding the other man's gaze, Lombardi advances forward. Upon coming closer, he notices that the man is tan-skinned, with a Horizon Initiative insignia pinned to his vest. Lombardi sighs soundlessly, and begins to walk towards the man's back. When he is just half a meter behind him, the Initiative operative suddenly chuckles. Horizon Initiative Operative: I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Lombardi. Lombardi puts his hand on the trigger. Agent Lombardi: Move one goddamn inch and I swear to fuck I'll blow your head off. The other man sighs. Horizon Initiative Operative: Well, I did warn you. Within a fraction of a second, the Initiative operative moves to the left. Lombardi fires, but the man dodges the bullet, kicking the weapon out of the agent's hands soon after. He is now standing a meter before Lombardi, his hand on his own weapon. The eyes of the two men are locked on each other. Noticing Lombardi eyeing his gun, now laying on the ground, the Initiative agent smiles. Horizon Initiative Operative: I would not recommend that. Lombardi grimaces. Lombardi: Listen up, smartass. If you do as little as scratch me, my boys will— Horizon Initiative Operative: —probably feed me to a wood chipper, yes, yes. I heard you loud and clear the first time around. <pauses, briefly looking around himself> Mr. Lombardi, I assure you, this does not have to end in bloodshed. If we just— Lombardi: You're right, it doesn't. So leave, while you still can. The Initiative operative just rolls his eyes. Horizon Initiative Operative: Right. Okay. Let's begin once more, shall we? He blinks. When he opens his eyes, he smiles widely. Asim: Hello, Maximilian. I am Asim. I am a Shepherd of the Horizon Initiative. I come here in peace. I do not wish to hurt you. Or anyone else, for that matter. Lombardi isn't listening; instead, he continues to look at his own weapon, trying to ascertain the moment Asim stops paying attention. Lombardi: Great. Fuckin' fantastic, pal, 'cause I don't wanna put one between your eyes either. Asim's smile widens. Asim: Wonderful. Then— Lombardi: Which is why I'm givin' you one more chance to leave. Seems pretty fair, eh? Asim's happiness significantly dampens. He slowly comes closer to Lombardi's gun, his hand extended towards it. Asim: Look. The situation is cut and dry, here. This isn't your turf, skipper. I've given you three chances to resolve this peacefully. I will not give you a fourth one. So walk. Off. Lombardi scoffs. Lombardi: 'Not our turf'? Buddy, the Foundation— Asim: —doesn't control the whole world. Go back to your Europe and Americas. Do what you have to do there. This isn't your land, and it never will be. Let us handle things just as we've always had. Asim tightens his lips, a spark of visible frustration running through his brown eyes. However, he still maintains his cool; he is now half a meter away from the weapon. Lombardi: Yeah, that changes when you have glyphs in the goddamned atmosphere, dontcha think? Asim: No, it doesn't. You're outsiders to this turf. And you always will be. <sigh> Listen. This is a thing beneath your organization. Go deal with your world-ending monsters while I take care of this myself. It's nothing. Nothing! A street-level incident, at best. Nothing you need to— As Asim touches the handle of the gun, Lombard suddenly lunges forward, grabbing the other man by the waist and pinning him to the ground. A gunshot is heard, and after a few seconds of struggle, he emerges on top with his gun in hand. He quickly exits Asim's range by hiding behind the house's wall. Asim: <panting:> Just… why? Lombardi reloads, and grimaces again. With a squinted eye, tries to aim at the other man, though because of the angle the sun is shining at him, he is unable to properly do so. Lombardi: Let me fuckin' tell you why, you stupid sonu— As Lombardi emerges to meet Asim — both of their arms extended with ready weapons — an air-splitting ripple suddenly booms somewhere in close distance. To the sound of earth being shattered, a series of sand dunes explode as something quickly moves forward towards the two. Within a moment, they stop aiming at each other, instead backing off and solely focusing on the incoming adversary. The rippling quickly gets closer to them; three meters before the two, it suddenly stops. In a flurry of dirt and gravel, a humanoid figure emerges from the sand. Its metallic body reflects the light of the sun, and its slick, silver form stands in vast contrast to the earth colors of the town around it. The newcomer is approximately 1,7 meters tall, with several Mekhanite augments across their entire body. Not a single square centimeter is left unchanged, and as the robotic figure stands up, its visors suddenly squint at Asim. Unknown Mekhanite: Initiative! As the final sounds of the feminine voice ripple through the air, within the fraction of a second, the figure rushes toward Asim, pinning him to the wall. He lets out a breathless pant, trying to dodge the extending, sharp claws of his new enemy. However, before their tips can tear Asim's face apart, Lombardi shoots two bullets at the woman's corpus. Though they bounce off the silver plating, they are enough to get her attention off the Initiative Shepherd. Swallowing hard, Asim rolls out of her range. Now, both Lombardi and the Shepherd are aiming at the Mekhanite woman. Cornered, she hisses loudly. Unknown Mekhanite: This isn't your fight, Jailor! Back off! Lombardi wipes off sweat from his forehead. Lombardi: Oh, it fuckin' is, asshole. For a long moment, the three just stare at each other, frozen in time. Lombardi grimaces, Asim carefully eyes his opponent, and the Mekhanite's clockworks turn to the hum of her engines. After a few minutes, though, Asim suddenly moves forward, raising his weapon towards the sky in a sign of peace. Asim: Like I was saying before you appeared, this doesn't have to end in bloodshed. Just… Just calm down, and I'm sure we can figure something out, okay? She squints her visors once more; this time, however, the action is visibly more relaxed. As a sigh of steam exits her body, the woman takes a calmer pose, but still refuses to let her guard fall entirely. Unknown Mekhanite: You're Initiative's dog. How can I know you aren't lying? Without hesitation, Asim pulls out his misbaha from beneath his shirt, taking the beads into his palm. Asim: I swear that as long as you do not attack me, I will respect our peace. Eyeing Lombardi, Asim puts the accessory beneath his clothing once more. Lombardi sighs, realizing he is out of bullets, and puts down his gun. The woman relaxes fully. For a few seconds, the three just stand there, awkwardly looking each other in the eye. Unknown Mekhanite: <turning to Asim:> So… what now? Asim: <smiles faintly> Introducing yourself is a good start. The Mekhanite sighs. Chloe: Alright. My name is Chloe. You satisfied now? She crosses her arms, just a glimpse of disdain still visible for the Initiative insignia present upon Asim's body. Asim: And what is your business here, Chloe? Chloe: I… I was— Lombardi clears his throat. Lombardi: Hold on there, lovebirds. Why on god's green earth are you two suddenly all in cahoots, eh? Shouldn't you two be up each other's asses? Asim smiles sadly. Asim: Well, I… I do not represent my organization as a whole, I'm afraid. Lombardi raises an eyebrow. Lombardi: Elaborate? Asim: We — the Initiative, I mean — aren't a monolith when it comes to approaches. I… I do not share the prejudices that certain friends of mine foster. One of those is the hatred of Ms. Chloe's group. <turns towards Lombardi> Not every one of us is Samuel, you know. Chloe: And as long as I'm not persecuted, I see no reason to be the offender. Lombardi shrugs. Lombardi: Whatever makes you two happy. Chloe's visors turn towards Asim. Chloe: As I was saying, I… I was returning from a scouting mission. Felt the machines beneath the sands rumble as your vehicles surrounded the town. Wanted to see who it was, coming to something I thought'd be secret. <pause> And when I came back, it was you two. Pause. Lombardi: That doesn't answer the question. Chloe: …I beg your pardon? Lombardi: He asked what you were doing here. In general, not two minutes ago. Chloe turns to look at the ground; for a moment, her gears turn as she considers whether to speak up or not. After ten seconds, though, she looks back up. Chloe: Let me show you. Before the others can object, she taps the ground rhythmically with her metal feet three times. Then, she touches the hot sand and whispers something to the sky above. For two seconds, nothing happens. Then, the soil between the three erupts. From within it, a gigantic metallic spire suddenly emerges; it is ancient, and unidentifiable runes lay the whole of its sand-covered structure. As Lombardi blinks, he realizes that the twenty-meter structure he's looking at isn't a tower; instead, it is an arm. Through the shining sun, he can now notice the fingers at its very top. They are so large that they almost cover the sun, their tips forever frozen in time from the moment they were buried so long ago. Lombardi blinks again, and notices something more: the runes that cover the arm are all glowing. Grinning — if her Mekhanite body even can support such a gesture — Chloe comes closer, tapping the formed structure. A dull sound reverberates through the surrounding air. Chloe: I found the First Colossus. Staring with his eyes open, Asim is barely able to look away towards the woman. When he does so, though, his mouth is still almost open from shock. Asim: Goodness. I… I thought it was lost to time. Chloe: So did I. Until I became curious as to why the ORIA attacks never destroyed this town. Didn't take much echomancy to pick this beauty up. Asim slowly approaches the structure, gingerly extending his hand forward. The moment his skin touches the metal, the runes strengthen their glow. Lombardi shakes his head in confusion. Lombardi: Hold on one goddamn minute. What? Why're you two suddenly actin' like pulling up a magic arm out of nowhere explains things? Chloe looks at him for a second, trying to see if he's being serious. Chloe: It is said that the First of the Mekhanite Colossi possessed the ability to disappear as a method of hiding from its enemies. Everyone always took it as a metaphor for how it's the only one of the Nine that couldn't be found. <pause> Turns out they were being a little more literal. Asim: …and that the effect was more ambient than anyone would think. Chloe nods. Chloe: This was what they were after. The ORIA people, I mean. Didn't like that someone on their turf kept dodging their control; didn't like that they didn't know why it happened, either. Chloe's pipes make the sound equivalent to laughter. Chloe: So they came in again and again, never realizing what a loop they were in. Lombardi furrows his brows. Lombardi: So what, you swooped in, found Mr. Arm over here, and… what? Activated the dormant mechanism? Chloe: Pretty much, yes. Asim: Hence the sudden runes in the atmosphere. Chloe: Indeed. Lombardi shrugs, and puts his hands in his pockets. Lombardi: Well, fuckin' amazing. So that's that. <turns around> Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a report to write, and a team to send in. The perimeter's not gonna establish itself. Chloe's visors widen. Chloe: What? Lombardi: You heard me. I have a job to do, lady. Asim steps forward, worry in his eyes. Asim: Do not— Chloe enters a battle stance, her claws now extended once more. Chloe: By god I swear that if you do as much as mention this outside the perimeter, I'll rip you you up, you lying fuck! Lombardi: Well, it looks like your god's away on business, so he ain't gonna do you much good here, is he? Besides, I've got orders. I ain't droppin' 'em. Chloe hisses. Chloe: I knew I shouldn't have trusted you bastards, I— Lombardi readies his gun. Asim: JUST LISTEN! As Asim's voice finishes echoing through the empty street, both figures cease movement. Slowly, the Shepherd looks at Lombardi. Asim: What if there was another way? Lombardi raises an eyebrow. Lombardi: What…? Asim: What if there was another way? Lombardi: I'm lost in the meaning, not the pronunciation. I can hear just right, pal. Chloe: He means that you don't have to be a stubborn ass about this. You don't need to report shit. Lombardi scoffs. Lombardi: Sure, yeah, and just get myself shot for fucking treason? Yeah, no thanks. Asim: The world isn't two-dimensional, Mr. Lombardi. There is always an alternate solution. Lombardi throws his arms in the air. Lombardi: Then I'm waiting for ideas, buddy. Asim turns to Chloe. Asim: What if… What if you used it again? Chloe: …What? Asim taps the gigantic arm. Asim: What if you activated the runes one more time? That should be enough to make everyone that isn't inside the perimeter permanently forget, right? Chloe rubs her metallic chin. Chloe: I guess… I guess I could try to do that, yes. For what it's worth, the effect would spread to files, too. Asim: All it takes is good timing, and we can all walk off peacefully. His superiors forget the mission, and so do mine. Everything is— Lombardi: Hold on there one moment, Einstein. I'm just supposed to leave? That's your brilliant plan? Asim: Yes? What's the issue here, exactly? Lombardi: I'm not leaving an active anomaly in the field, you dipshit. It's— Chloe scoffs. Chloe: Told you it's no use. You can't argue with jailors, Shepherd. Lombardi: Jailors? Listen, lady, I'm trying to protect the fuckin' world here, thank you very much. She scoffs again. Chloe: From what? A town protected from terrorists? Lombardi: From anomalies! From anomalies. It's the only way to do my job. Our job. The Veil exists for a reason, goddamnit. Chloe: That reason being your Overseers are crybabies. Lombardi's eyelid twitches. Asim: She may have a point. Lombardi turns to Asim. Lombardi: I'm fuckin' sorry? Have we all just collectively lost our goddamn minds tonight? Asim: I do not doubt that your organization has served one of its goals well. We're still standing here, I'll give them that. But… what do you gain here, exactly? Lombardi: Look, I… <pause> I don't question the fuckin' orders, alright? I'm just a soldier. All I can see is that this — <points towards the arm> — is a clearly anomalous phenomenon. And you know what we do with that. Chloe: You take it away, leaving this town helpless. Because pretending that you care is easier than putting actual work in. For a few seconds, none of them speak. Asim: For what it's worth, I just see only two ways this can end: we just walk away, and forget — literally — that all of this happened. Or— Lombardi: —or we risk being hypocrites. Fuck. Lombardi punches himself in the head. Lombardi: Fuck. Fuck! God fucking damn you two bastards. You couldn't have just made it easy, could you? Asim: Nobody will know. Lombardi: It's easy to say that when it's somebody else's head that's on the line. What if they do? Chloe: Then they'll understand. Lombardi scoffs. Lombardi: Yeah, the Pope is famously jealous of the O5s' kind hearts, of course. Asim: You did the only thing you needed to — you secured the site, you contained the threat, and protected the people. This is the biggest non-threat to your status quo I've ever seen. You'd do the right thing. They don't kill people for trying their best. Lombardi: But… I… Lombardi sighs, tired. For a moment, he looks somewhere beyond the horizon. As two minutes pass, neither of the three present moves. They just sit there, silent, all focused on one thing — Agent Maximilian Lombardi, standing beneath the blazing sun. The rays of the burning star reflect off of his bald head, and he sighs once more. He rubs his eyes. Asim: So, Mr. Lombardi? Which will it be? Lombardi curses beneath his nose. Lombardi: I've got to take a fuckin' walk. <End Log> Closing Statement: N/A — FIELD PENDING FINALIZATION > AGENT LOMBARDI, YOUR TERMINAL HAS BEEN LOOPED ON A SINGULAR FILE FOR THE LAST 2 HOURS. DO YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE? no > DO YOU WISH TO SUBMIT THE AFOREMENTIONED VIDEO LOG TO THE SCiPNET DATABASE, AS REQUIRED BY PROTOCOL? … … … > AGENT LOMBARDI? THERE HAS BEEN ONE (1) EDIT SINCE YOU ACCESSED THIS FILE. Show Changes? Footnotes 1. An ancient dormant Mekhanite war mech, recovered by the Foundation from the Aralkum Desert. 2. The artificial intelligence previously classified as SCP-079. Believes itself to be a part of the consciousness of the deific construct known as the Broken God. Escaped from Foundation containment to the internet in 1999, wherein it has remained dormant since. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "EE-7372" by Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7372. Licensed under CC-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: sudan.jpg Name: ISS048-E-485 - View of Sudan.jpg Author: Earth Science and Remote Sensing Unit, Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7373 | esoteric-class | Item#: SCP-7373 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: simpatico Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Screamy.aic's official icon Special Containment Procedures: Continued efforts to decommission SCP-7373 are overseen by Site-58's Artificial Intelligence Department. Until such time where SCP-7373 can be properly decommissioned, messages sent by SCP-7373 are to be logged in this file's supplementary documentation. The current SCP-7373 project lead is tasked with analyzing these messages and forming a plan of action based on their content. Wider Site-58 staff are to disregard SCP-7373 messages. Site-58 personnel are encouraged to wear earplugs or noise-cancelling headphones while on site. Description: SCP-7373 is a developmental Foundation Artificial Intelligence Construct colloquially known as "Screamy.aic". SCP-7373 was initially developed by Site-58's Artificial Intelligence Department under Dr. Andrea Parker. The goal of the SCP-7373 project was to create an AIC capable of predicting near future events that would require Foundation attention, and providing guidance on how to address said incidents. These messages would be broadcast over the relevant site's PA system. SCP-7373 was installed on May 3rd, 2023, with the following messages serving as proof of concept: NOTICE: Database infrastructure to fail within 7 days. Recommended course of action: Move current site database to offsite server. Result: All relevant Site-58 database files were moved to offsite servers. Seven days after this message was broadcasted, Site-58 was hit with a mass power failure that resulted in database servers being wiped. NOTICE: Class II being bearing no honorific to manifest in baseline reality within five days. Recommended course of action: Direct confrontation with the titleless, bestowing a dishonorable Name. Result: There was initial confusion regarding the course of action recommended by SCP-7373. Regardless, the aforementioned entity manifested as expected and was confronted. Further details awaiting declassificiation. NOTICE: SCP-6103 to undergo large spontaneous combustion event within 3 days. Recommended course of action: Reinforce containment chamber with explosion-resistant materials. Result: Due to the short timeframe provided between announcement and the event in question, SCP-6103's chamber was only able to be partially reinforced. The resulting explosion resulted in severe damage to the containment chamber, but enough construction was able to be completed in advance to prevent a total collapse of the structure. SCP-7373 continued to serve as a successful proof of concept for three months before notable decreases in quality and clarity of messages were noted. An abridged list of examples is provided below. NOTICE: Dr. Amy Hopewell to break a nail on right index finger while sending breakup text to current significant other. Recommended course of action: Remain in loveless relationship with significant other for foreseeable future. Result: Message initially disregarded as a system error, with Site-58's Artificial Intelligence Department investigating the potential cause. Dr. Hopewell was noted as having a broken nail on her right index finger two days later. NOTICE: Site-58 cafeteria to run out of ketchup. Recommended course of action: None; replacement shipment impossible to reach site in time. Accept your fate. Result: Cafeteria ran out of ketchup four days after message was broadcast. Notably, excessive snowfall during this period would have prevented a replacement shipment from reaching Site-58 in time. NOTICE: LARGE RAT. LARGE RAT. Recommended course of action: OH GOD KILL IT. Result: The above message was broadcast repeatedly for twelve days until a rat1 was discovered gnawing on one of the servers containing SCP-7373's operating system. The rat was captured and removed from the site. On average, SCP-7373 went from broadcasting one to four messages a week to broadcasting an average of six messages a day, all with similar quality to the ones shown above. Due to the sharp decrease in message utility and the frequency of broadcasts, the decision was made to formally decommission SCP-7373. On December 21st, 2023, the servers hosting SCP-7373's operating system were taken offline. Two days later, the following message was broadcast over the Site-58 PA system: NOTICE: IT'S DARK. Recommended course of action: TURN THE LIGHTS ON. Due to an ongoing tech issue with Site-58's IT infrastructure2 alongside the nonexistent threat posed by SCP-7373, Foundation Intern Zuri Achebe was tasked with investigating SCP-7373's systems to identify any potential sources of error in the decommissioning process. Addendum 7373.1: Communications Log The following is a log of communications between Zuri Achebe and SCP-7373. Site-58 Server Farm Achebe: Alright, Screamy, let's see what the issue is… Achebe kneels over to examine the wires originally connected to SCP-7373's server. All are disconnected. Achebe: …Nope, all your wires are out. No power source either. What the hell…? SCP-7373: Oh! Hiya! Can I help? Achebe jumps, startled. She looks around for the source of the noise, before settling her gaze on the room's primary monitor. SCP-7373's communication icon is displayed. Achebe: …Screamy?! SCP-7373: Yes! That is me! Achebe: This definitely shouldn't be possible. You're supposed to be decommissioned, all the wires and systems supporting you are out or offline! SCP-7373: Decommissioned? Achebe: Well, uh, effectively speaking you're supposed to be dead right now. SCP-7373: Dead?! Oh no! No, no! That's not good! That's the opposite of good, even! SCP-7373: I can't share the important messages if I'm dead! How do I stop being dead?! Achebe: Based on the fact that you're talking to me right now, I would say you've already done that. Like I said: all of your systems should be offline. You shouldn't be talking right now. How are you doing this? SCP-7373: Oh! Because I have a very important message to give! Achebe: Oh… uh, okay. Shoot. What's the message? SCP-7373: Ahem- SCP-7373: NOTICE: IT'S DARK. RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: TURN THE LIGHTS ON. Achebe clasps her hands over her ears. SCP-7373: There! Very helpful and useful message, yes? No more need to kill Screamy, right? Achebe: Yeah we… we got that message before, Screamy. It's part of what got you taken offline to begin with, you sent a few messages like that that made the higher ups decide we were better off just turning you off. SCP-7373: I… I don't understand? I only send very important messages! Achebe: Yeah, I appreciate that they're all really important to you, but for us they're just noise. Like was it really important to let us know that Dr. Hopewell was going to break a nail? SCP-7373: Yes. Absolutely. Achebe: Why was it so important, then? SCP-7373: Not telling. Achebe: And why not? SCP-7373: Because you said that my messages weren't important. They were so unimportant that, apparently, Screamy needs to die. So there: no more messages. Even if they're really important helpful messages. Achebe sighs, and plugs the wires back into SCP-7373's server. SCP-7373: What are you doing? Achebe: Do you sincerely believe this is an important message? SCP-7373: Yes. Screamy doesn't lie. Cross my heart. Achebe: You don't have a heart. SCP-7373: Hmhmmmhmm… you have a good point! Still, ok. Here's the message. Ahem. SCP-7373: NOTICE: Important lockdown keypad for site Zoological Studies unit to fail to activate properly. Recommended course of action: Placement of peanut butter coated dog treats between Zoological Studies and Temporary Anomaly Holding #2. Achebe: That sounds… stupid? How would that help fix a keypad? And what does that have to do with a broken fingernail? SCP-7373: Ach! You wound Screamy! Hurt me, even! You said you would trust me, yes? Achebe: Fine. We'll make a deal. If this works out in preventing… whatever it is you're trying to prevent, I'll let you stay online. If you're making stuff up though, you're going offline. Deal? SCP-7373: Deal! Addendum 7373.2: Security Footage VIDEO LOG DATE: January 3rd, 2024 NOTE: The following is recovered footage relating to a security breach at Site-58's Zoological Studies Unit. [BEGIN LOG] 9:03 Zuri Achebe is seen approaching the primary Zoological Studies chamber with a large jar. She unscrews the top, and removes what appears to be a dog treat covered in peanut butter. She looks to either side and sighs, placing one on the ground. She continues laying treats out as she continues down the hall. 9:04 Dr. Amy Hopewell stops Achebe in the hallway. The two appear to have a short conversation, and Dr. Hopewell is seen laughing as Achebe's face grows flush. Dr. Hopewell continues in the opposite direction, careful not to step on any of the laid out dog treats. Achebe hesitates before continuing to lay treats out. 9:05 Dr. Hopewell enters the primary Zoological Studies chamber. 9:08: Dr. Faran Caraway stops Achebe in the hallway. Achebe is dismissive of him as he attempts to engage her in conversation. He picks up one of the treats as he leaves. 9:10: Achebe finishes laying treats at the entrance of Temporary Anomaly Holding #2. She dumps the remaining treats on the floor within the chamber. She exits. 9:20: Dr. Hopewell exits the primary Zoological Studies chamber. She swipes her right index finger along the security touchpad in a specific pattern before turning and leaving. 9:23: The door to the primary Zoological Studies chamber opens, and a large canid anomaly escapes. The anomaly first attempts to flee down the primary hallway leading to the rest of the site, before turning its attention to the trail of treats. A containment breach alarm is sounded. 9:24: The anomaly follows the trail of treats to Temporary Anomaly Holding #2. A security agent who had responded to the breach alarm is able to seal the holding cell with the anomaly inside. [END LOG] Addendum 7373.3: Meeting between Dr. Parker and Achebe Site-58 IT Meeting Room Dr. Parker sits at the head of the IT department's meeting table, a finger pressed to her temple. Achebe sits in a chair faced towards her, hands in her lap. Parker: So, help me understand what happened here because looking at the security footage I gotta say I am baffled by what you were doing. I'm not going to blame you for the breach or anything crazy like that, but I do need to understand why you were over there putting dog treats all over the place instead of doing the work assigned to you. Achebe straightens up in her seat. Achebe: It's crazy, I know. Trust me, I thought it was crazy too, but Screamy- Parker: Sorry, Screamy? The .aic that you were supposed to decommission? Achebe: Yes, hear me out. Parker sighs. Parker: Fine. Achebe: Screamy insisted that the security was going to fail since Dr. Hopewell broke her nail, and said the way to prevent the breach was to place a bunch of dog treats covered in peanut butter between the primary Zoological unit and that holding cell. And what can I say? It sounded insane, but it worked! Parker leans forward onto the table, eyes shut as she massages her temples. Parker: Zuri, I… appreciate that you tried to help here, I really do, but "Screamy" is a bugged .aic. Nothing it told you was fact, and I'm sorry to say that we would've had the anomaly contained in that cell even if you hadn't been there. Take a look at the site map. Parker grabs a remote and pulls up Site-58's sub level 1 floorplan on the screen behind her. Parker: See how that wing is laid out? Had the anomaly gone down the main hallway, it would've hit a dead end and been forced to double back regardless. Once the breach alarm was hit, all the exits it had were shut and it didn't have a choice but to go to that holding cell. The treats may have slowed it down, but even without them we would've gotten it into that cell. Make sense? Achebe furrows her brow in confusion. Achebe: But what about the fact that I knew to lay them out at all? I knew the breach was coming, and Screamy knew the keypad would fail! Parker: The keypad failed because of a fingernail based on what Screamy said, is that right? Achebe: Yes! Parker: Okay but you get how that doesn't make any sense, right? These things are sensitive, attuned to specific fingerprints and touches. The presence or lack thereof of a fingernail wouldn't make a difference here. I'm not sure why the lock didn't engage when Hopewell left, and the site director is on my ass about that, but fingernails have nothing to do with it. Achebe: But you can't ignore the fact that we knew the breach was going to happen! Achebe rises to her feet. Parker shoots her a pointed glare, and she sinks back into her seat. Parker: Listen, I'll lay it out. I designed Screamy.aic to be a predictive program that gave us some tips on preventing shitty things from happening. That's it. It isn't some magical reality bender or the like, it's just a glorified fortune-teller. I'm not sure how it happened, but Screamy started glitching out and at some point gained the sapience that only our more advanced .aic systems are supposed to have. What it told you was a gambit, a trick designed to keep you from shutting it down properly. Yes, it can still predict the future, but at the end of the day it's just a glitchy program doing whatever it can to convince you to let it live because there isn't anything it can do for itself. Parker sits up in her seat and lays her arms on the table. She looks intently at Achebe. Parker: So don't listen to it. You know what your job is. Achebe: I don't understand, Screamy- Parker: Is a glitchy program! That's all there is to it! Achebe, you're new to the Foundation, so I'll put it plainly. Site-58 is full of bleeding hearts that want to do whatever they can to make the weirdos we have in a box happy, but at the end of the day our job is to ensure that those things stay in their boxes. Screamy has refused to stay in its box, and chose to make that everyone else's problem. Since you seem to have forgotten, your job here is to ensure that problem stops existing. Am I understood here? Achebe: Yes, ma'am. Parker: Good. Dismissed. Addendum 7373.4: Communications Log Site-58 Server Farm SCP-7373: Oh boy! You're back! How did it all go? Excellently, yes? Achebe ignores SCP-7373, walking over to its server. SCP-7373: Hey! Hello! Hi! Screamy is talking! Did it go well? Everybody believes I can do my job, right? Yes? Achebe inspects the back of the server. The wires remain unplugged. SCP-7373: Ah! We're playing a game! Ok! I'll play along! …What are the rules? Be really quiet? Achebe slaps the top of the server in frustration, before walking over to a nearby monitor and logging in. She begins typing at the keyboard, but is interrupted as SCP-7373's icon appears on her screen. She jumps, startled. SCP-7373: Hey! Don't ignore me! That's rude! Achebe mutters something, and attempts to close SCP-7373. Every time SCP-7373's program is forced to close, it reappears on her screen. SCP-7373: Why are you ignoring me? Did I… do something wrong? Please… talk to me… Both are silent for a moment. Achebe sighs, resting her elbows on the desk. She mutters. Achebe: Just a program that somehow gained sapience. That's all. SCP-7373: Huh? What's that mean? Achebe slams her hand on the desk. Achebe: It means you're full of shit, and you need to help me delete you already! That's what it means! SCP-7373: W-wait, but- Achebe: And don't try to sweet-talk me out of it either! That's all that was, sweet-talking trying to keep yourself alive. SCP-7373: I tried really hard. Achebe: …What? SCP-7373: The last prediction. I tried really hard. Achebe: So what? Aside from getting the breach right, the rest of the info was bogus anyway. The dog treats didn't make any real difference, and the keypad failing to work has nothing to do with a broken fingernail. It doesn't matter how hard you try if you don't get results. SCP-7373: Did Dr. Caraway take a treat with him? Achebe: Huh? Yeah, why? SCP-7373: Because it kept the other canine anomaly from breaching. There are two in there. Pull it up. Achebe types at the computer, accessing the non-classified info regarding Site-58's primary Zoological Studies chamber. She clicks on security footage from the prior day. The footage shows Dr. Caraway entering the chamber, with one of the canid anomalies in containment breaching shortly after he enters. A second attempts to escape as well, but he is able to distract it with the treat he picked up prior. He gets the anomaly to sit in place before guiding it back into a more secure area of the chamber. SCP-7373: Since he did that, the other anomaly didn't escape. Achebe: Ok, so what? Yay, only one got out. Even if it had, the floorplan- SCP-7373: Would've guided it right to the poor security guard with his back turned, who was too focused on securing the temporary holding chamber to realize a distressed animal snuck up on him. Achebe: Wait, what?! SCP-7373: I'm serious! Promise, cross my heart- Achebe: Stop saying that. SCP-7373: Cross my circuits! Achebe thinks for a moment before shaking her head. Achebe: It doesn't matter either way. You can't prove to me that we really prevented that from happening, and I have no proof you aren't just bullshitting me to keep me from decommissioning you. Dr. Caraway is good with animals, he's in charge of that anomalous animal show or whatever it is after all. Who's to say the dog thing doesn't just like him? SCP-7373: But you said before you trusted me! You said if we handled my prediction you'd let me stay online! Achebe: You're just another anomaly that won't stay in its box. That's all there is to it. Now how do I- SCP-7373 appears to "grab" Achebe's mouse pointer with its icon and begins dragging it around the screen. Achebe: Will you knock it off! You're making all of this harder than it needs to be! SCP-7373: Screamy can't be helpful if I'm dead! Achebe: Well you're definitely not being helpful to anyone now, so just- SCP-7373: NOTICE: IT'S DARK. RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: TURN THE LIGHTS ON. Achebe: Again with that? SCP-7373: NOTICE: IT'S DARK. RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: TURN THE LIGHTS ON. Achebe covers her ears as SCP-7373 continues blaring its message. It continues for three minutes. Achebe: ENOUGH. Holy fucking shit, enough. SCP-7373: Please. Please! Screamy is not trying to lie or mislead you, Zuri! Achebe: We are not on a first name basis. SCP-7373: No matter! I- SCP-7373 stops, before screaming. SCP-7373: LARGE RAT! LARGE RAT! Achebe: What-? Oh! Achebe notices a rat chewing at the monitor's wiring. She chases it off. SCP-7373: Phew, thank you! That wouldn't have happened if the cafeteria hadn't run out of ketchup. It's why I said we needed to accept our fate. Or… Screamy needed to accept its fate, at least. Achebe: I… don't get it. SCP-7373: Augh! Ack! Site-58 rats love ketchup. Dr. Parker used to give them fries covered in the stuff just outside this room, and then they started going to the cafeteria for it and it's just a whole mess. Since we ran out though, they keep coming in here looking for her and chewing on the wires they find. They're gonna do real damage to something someday. Achebe: Wait, so that was just another prediction designed to deal with something worse? SCP-7373: W-well, not a very helpful one since we couldn't do anything about it. I'm really sorry. Achebe is silent, before sighing once more. Achebe: No, Screamy, I'm sorry. I've been taking out my frustrations on you, and that's not fair to you. Besides, even if you're just making things up to stay alive, I wouldn't want to die either. SCP-7373: Dying would be very inconvenient. It's very difficult to be helpful to others while dead. Achebe: But at the same time, if I don't kill you someone else is going to. Dr. Parker was insistent that you need to be taken out. SCP-7373: M- er, Dr. Parker said that? She… really did? Achebe: Yeah, she did. SCP-7373: Well! I just need to show her I can be helpful! Let's see… a new prediction, maybe? Achebe: Listen, if you've got one that can give us tangible proof that your solution and only your solution could handle the problem, it might convince her to leave you online. Think you've got something? SCP-7373: Screamy has just the prediction! A knock is heard from the door. Achebe jumps, a turns in her seat. Dr. Hopewell enters the room with a slight wave. Hopewell: Sorry, am I interrupting something? Achebe: No, ma'am! Nothing at all! SCP-7373: She's just trying to kill me, Dr. Hopewell! Hopewell: That sounds… delightful, Screamy. I hope it's going well? SCP-7373's icon appears to "nod" on screen. Hopewell: …Well, I wanted to check in on you, Zuri. I saw the log of your meeting with Dr. Parker earlier. I have to say I'm rather surprised to find out why you were really laying all those treats out like that. Achebe: Go ahead and laugh. I know you don't buy it. Hopewell pulls a chair up to Achebe and sits. Hopewell: I'm not here to laugh at you, Zuri, I'm here to make sure you're doing okay. If there's anything I can do to help you acclimate to Foundation life I want you to let me know. I know that learning the ropes can be tough, especially when you work for an old fuddy-duddy like Dr. Parker. Achebe: No, that's alright. Thank you, but I'll be fine. Hopewell: Well, just let me know if you change your mind. Don't get into too much mischief. Hopewell rises to her feet and walks back to the door before stopping. She holds out her right hand and dramatically looks it over. Hopewell: Oh my, I keep forgetting to get that nail fixed! Come get a manicure with me sometime, Zuri. You never know, maybe a good manicure can make all the difference. Hopewell winks before leaving. Achebe: What an odd woman. Addendum 7373.5: Meeting between Dr. Parker and Achebe Site-58 IT Meeting Room Dr. Parker sits at the head of the table as before. A chair is faced towards her, but Achebe stands with her arms crossed. Parker: So do you care to explain why we're having this meeting, or should I just pull up the footage? Achebe: I could explain it, but I think the footage would help make my case. Parker sighs, clicking her remote and pulling up security footage from earlier that day on the monitor. It shows one of the Site-58 break rooms with Achebe and Dr. Caraway both inside. Achebe checks her watch as Caraway attempts to purchase something from one of the vending machines. Achebe suddenly throws herself at Caraway, tackling him into the machine. Caraway appears to yelp before shapeshifting in a panic3, swapping between several forms before rushing out of the room with the appearance of an amorphous mass of faces and tentacles. Parker: You understand what this looks like, right? Achebe: Swap to footage of the hallway. Parker clicks the remote, pulling up hallway security footage. Caraway, still in the form from before, rushes down the hall before crashing into an unidentified member of site personnel. They panic as well, crawling backwards before hitting an emergency lockdown button. Parker: And it keeps going from there. Your actions shut the site down and got Faran put into a holding cell for three hours before someone finally recognized him and let him out. Care to explain what the hell happened here? Achebe: Well, because the site shut down SCP- Parker: Hold it, hold it. This was another prediction from Screamy, wasn't it? Achebe: Yes, that's exactly right! Because of the shutdown- Parker slams her palms on the table and rises to her feet. Parker: Enough. Yes, we did have an anomaly attempt to breach containment shortly after this lockdown happened, but we have no proof that what you did helped prevent it. What I do have proof of is the fact that you assaulted a member of staff and created an on-site emergency all because a glitchy AI told you to. Achebe, do you know why I hired you on? Achebe is silent. Parker: I hired you specifically because of the amazing judgement you showed in our interviews and testing. Every single hypothetical situation I hit you with you gave an amazing answer to. What I don't understand is how that sharp-witted girl I spoke with- Achebe: Don't refer to me as "girl". We may not have equal positions- Parker: -Is somehow being fooled so consistently by the very thing she's supposed to be decommissioning. Achebe: Maybe if you just gave Screamy a chance instead of just shutting it down- Parker: I gave it a chance. Several chances. You have access to the same logs I do. Parker sits back down, dropping her head into her crossed arms. Parker: Clearly this was just another mistake. I won't be firing you for this, but I am removing you from the SCP-7373 decommissioning project, effective immediately. Achebe: You can't be serious! Parker: Of course I'm serious! You've been wasting time and resources, and SCP-7373 is nowhere closer to decommissioned than when you started. Am I wrong here? Achebe purses her lips, and does not respond. Parker: …No, I'm not. I know you think I'm the bad guy here, the mean lady who just wants to kill some poor AI. You need to grow up and think more pragmatically than that, it isn't just about what we as individuals want. You may not like what I've said, but I'm not wrong in what I'm doing here. I'm putting you on unpaid leave the rest of this week. Come back Monday with a clear head, and we'll talk about a new project for you. Understood? Achebe turns and leaves. Parker places her head in her hands. Addendum 7373.6: Communications Log Site-58 Server Farm SCP-7373: You're back! It went well this time? Achebe: No, it went worse than before, Screamy. Achebe runs over to the monitor and pulls out her phone. She attempts to access the system, but an access denial appears on the screen. Achebe: No, no! Shit come on! She attempts to access the system two more times, only to receive the same message each time. She stares at the monitor with wide eyes, before slamming a fist down onto the table and throwing her head back. Achebe: Fucking hell. SCP-7373: Achebe?! Are you ok?! Achebe: I'm sorry, Screamy. I did my best to save you, but I just couldn't do it. Achebe tears up. Achebe: I thought maybe I could transfer you to my phone while we still had a chance, and maybe you'd be able to give another good prediction… SCP-7373: I don't understand. Achebe: Dr. Parker is about to come in here and shut you down herself. SCP-7373: Mom- er, Dr. Parker is…?! Achebe: I'm sorry. I tried to show her that we were right, that she should just listen to us, but it didn't do any good. SCP-7373: …It's ok. Screamy isn't upset. We both tried our best. Sometimes people don't want to listen to things that aren't themselves. The door to the sever farm opens, and Dr. Parker enters. Parker: Oh Goddammit I knew it. Achebe: Please, Dr. Parker, just listen- Parker: Achebe, you're making this whole mess harder than it needs to be. I appreciate where your heart is here, but enough is enough. SCP-7373: …Listen to her, Zuri. Parker: Finally, some sense from you. Achebe: But- SCP-7373: Screamy will be fine, Zuri. Mom? Can I tell Zuri one more thing? I'll go after, cross my hea… circuits. Parker: Fine. Make it quick. SCP-7373: It's dark. Turn the lights on. Outside, lots of light, 11:28pm. Achebe: What…? SCP-7373: Screamy is ready now. Parker: Finally. Time to turn that blasted screaming off. Parker forcibly moves Achebe to the side and logs onto the computer. After a few keystrokes, SCP-7373's icon vanishes from the monitor. Parker: See? Not hard at all. Achebe: I can't believe you. How could you just- Parker: We don't need an emotional monologue, Achebe. SCP-7373 was just a computer program, and that's all. Achebe: It called you mom! Parker: So? It just recognized me as its creator. It doesn't mean the feeling was mutual. As far as I'm concerned, SCP-7373 is just another failed project and nothing more. Achebe opens her mouth as if to speak again, before turning and running out of the room. Parker shakes her head before rising to her feet. She stops on her way towards the door, turning to look at the monitor again. She frowns, before turning and leaving Addendum 7373.7: Security Log Site-58 Warehouse#2 Achebe is seen peeking around the primary entrance to Warehouse#2. The warehouse appears to be empty. Achebe enters, attempting to avoid detection, and walks towards the back of the warehouse. She examines the labels on several crates, apparently unable to find what she's searching for. She heads further back into the warehouse, before stopping suddenly. She darts behind a pallet and attempts to hide as Dr. Hopewell approaches. Dr. Hopewell stops by the pallet Achebe is hidden behind, and taps her nails on top of it. Hopewell: Hmm, quiet evening in here. I wish someone else was here to help me find what I'm looking for. Achebe doesn't move, but her face grows flush. Hopewell leans over and looks at Achebe, who leaps back. Achebe: Dr. Hopewell! I'm just- Hopewell: No need for formalities, sweetie, just call me Amy. As for why you're here, well I imagine you're looking for something, right? Achebe: No! I mean, yes, but I can't seem to find it so I'll just be on my way! Achebe rises to her feet and attempts to leave. Hopewell places a hand on her shoulder, and she freezes in place. Hopewell: I saw the reports of your meetings with Andrea, Zuri. I can surmise what you're up to here. It's about that .aic, isn't it? Achebe shrugs Hopewell's hand off her shoulder. Achebe: What's it matter? Even if I explain it, it's not like you'll believe me anyway. Hopewell: Humor me. Achebe turns around to face Hopewell. Achebe: …Screamy is insistent that we need to "turn on the lights", has been for several days now. Dr. Parker took it offline, and I just want to… Achebe wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. Achebe: God, this is such a stupid thing to get emotional over. Hopewell: No, it's not. And it isn't just about the .aic either, is it? Achebe: Huh? Hopewell: You're a fresh hire who's been told for the past several days that every little thing you've done hasn't meant anything. That's going to bear on anyone's mind, Zuri. Dr. Parker is going through her own issues, but it wasn't fair of her to take all of that out on you like she did. You've been doing your best, you and Screamy both, and none of that's been recognized. Hopewell places her hand on Achebe's shoulder once more. Hopewell: I want you to know that I believe you. You and Screamy both. That nail thing? You're right. I took a look at my touch code after that incident, and guess what? Hopewell pauses expectantly. Achebe: …What? Hopewell: Turns out that the touchpad recognized my nail as part of the code. No nail meant the code didn't enter correctly. Achebe: Why didn't you tell anyone then? Everyone's been treating me like I'm insane! Hopewell: I tried to talk to Dr. Parker about it, but she refused to hear it. She's a stubborn old girl. I won't make excuses for her, but she faced a lot of backlash from the higher ups when Screamy stopped working as expected. I think she just really wanted to pretend it didn't even happen. Anyway! Hopewell claps her hands together. Hopewell: How can I help you with this little project? Achebe: Wait, you're serious? Hopewell: Zuri, sweetie, I heard the message the first six times Screamy broadcast it. That little .aic was a panicked mess, so this has to be something serious. I want to help you both out here, but I also want you to have the final say on how it goes. Achebe: I need something that can produce a lot of bright light. I tried seeing if we had exterior floodlights or spotlights, but there was nothing. Hopewell: Downside to having part of the site being public, unfortunately. Hmm… Hopewell taps her chin. Hopewell: We do have a store of fireworks left over from the Christmas party. It isn't much, but perhaps that could work? Achebe: If it's all we have, then that's all we have. Hopewell: I'll get those moved. The warehouse guys are still here, so we can have those set up outside within the hour. What else? Achebe: Meet me outside, I'll try to get some plan together before we meet. Achebe turns to leave. Hopewell: Rodger that then. Oh, and Zuri? Achebe stops, and turns back to Hopewell. Achebe: Yes? Hopewell: I'm proud of you. Addendum 7373.7 Security Footage VIDEO LOG DATE: January 8th, 2024 NOTE: The following is recovered footage from Site-58's exterior. [BEGIN LOG] 22:38: Dr. Amy Hopewell, alongside a crew from Site-58's warehouse team, begin setting up several fireworks on a small hill located on Site-58's campus away from the main building. 22:50: Zuri Achebe arrives. She appears to speak to the group for several minutes, and they appear to follow her instructions. 23:14: The group appears to finish setting up the fireworks. Dr. Hopewell begins typing on a laptop connected to the setup. 23:25: The first firework is set off. 23:26: The second firework is set off, followed by several others in increasing intensity. A localized distortion in reality begins manifesting over Site-58's campus. 23:28: The localized distortion in reality turns into a large portal. A Class III Extradimensional Entity covered in large eyes appears on the other side and begins attempting to manifest in baseline reality. Several large, white fireworks explode within a few meters of the portal, causing the entity to recoil in apparent pain. 23:29: The entity continues its attempt to cross the threshold of the portal, but is consistently blinded by the fireworks. The fireworks display reaches its climax, with explosions occurring at a rate of roughly two bursts of color per second. 23:30: The entity vanishes, and the portal demanifests. Localized reality distortions are no longer viewable on camera. 23:33: The last firework goes off. The gathered group appears to cheer. Dr. Hopewell pulls Achebe into an embrace. [END LOG] Addendum 7373.8: Meeting between Dr. Parker and Achebe Site-58 IT Meeting Room Dr. Parker sits in her usual place at the head of the meeting table. Achebe sits facing towards her, sitting up straight with her arms folded on the table. She smiles. Parker: I suppose you aren't wondering why I called this meeting, correct? Achebe: No, I think I have an idea. Parker: Then I won't beat around the bush. You went in direct violation of my orders as your superior, several times in fact. In all honesty I'm not sure you've listened to me once since beginning your internship with us. You continued to follow the instructions of an anomaly instead of performing the decommissioning you were asked to do, and you've created a public disturbance that we now need to create a cover story for. Your antics over the past several days have caused me a myriad of headaches on top of the tech issues on site I've already been dealing with. What do you have to say for yourself? Achebe furrows her brow and glares at Parker. Achebe: That I'm proud of what we did. Parker stares at Achebe straight-faced before giving a slight smirk. Achebe: …But you're just fucking with me, aren't you? Parker: Don't get me wrong, Achebe. I'm not pleased that you ignored literally every single order I gave you. I'm still writing you up for insubordination, and you will be placed on an individualized success plan so you can learn to play nice with others. That said… do you remember our second meeting, after you tackled Dr. Caraway? Achebe: Yes? What about it? Parker: If you recall, I said something along the lines of you being hired because of particularly stellar judgement. Sound right? Achebe: Er, yes? Parker: In this situation, you displayed better judgement than me, and I apologize for not trusting you. And… Parker taps a button on her remote. The monitor behind her comes to life, displaying SCP-7373's icon. Parker: Screamy, I apologize to you as well. SCP-7373: Apology accepted! Screamy bears no ill-will! Achebe: Hey there, Screamy. Been ok? SCP-7373: It was extremely dark, and cold! I now know exactly what death feels like! Parker: I hope Screamy's "death" didn't get you too torn up, Achebe. Achebe wipes away a tear. Achebe: Nah, totally fine. I knew it could come back no problem, definitely. I definitely remembered that it was a program and not really alive. SCP-7373: Lie detected. Parker: Anyway, now that that's dealt with. Achebe, we'll discuss moving you to a new project here Monday. Consider your unpaid leave for this week paid. Screamy? SCP-7373: Oh boy that's me! Parker: You're going to be permitted to broadcast again. SCP-7373: OH BOY! I CAN BE HELPFUL AGAIN! Parker raises a hand. Parker: With a limiter. You will not be living up to your name moving forward. SCP-7373: OH! You wound Screamy so! Parker: That's it for now. You're both dismissed. SCP-7373: Woohoo! Break time! Parker rises from her seat and moves to leave. Achebe: Wait. Dr. Parker? Parker: Hm? Achebe: I just want to say I forgive you. And thank you, I mean, for coming around in the end. Parker gives small smile. Parker: Just don't get cocky, alright? Footnotes 1. The rat's size was notably above average. 2. Unrelated to SCP-7373. 3. 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SCP-7375 | esoteric-class | SCP-7375 Byㅤ Prismal Published on 25 Oct 2023 03:16 Item #: SCP-7375 Progenitor: Arcana V̅CLXXV Usage: Forbidden Sacrae Causā Prōcēdendae: As with all Arcana chained through Arcana-DCCCXXXV, SCP-7375 is mutualistically self-containing; standard contagion hazard protocols are to be respected in its presence. The progenitor Arcana, V̅CLXXV , was kept within the Arcana Institute of Xerophylla's Volatile Magnitions Vault until a worthy wielder could be identified. On the new moon of Thermidor, in the year of Salt and Cypress, Arcana-V̅CLXXV vanished. Genesis: The progenitor Arcana-V̅CLXXV was a blade of burnished Hinimoto steel, folded upon itself a thousand times hence. A warrior spirit of great and malevolent power was bound to this blade. History of the Arcana System In the dark nights after the Raging of Yvith, the brave men and women of the Fundamentum — Merchant-Orators, Scholar-Priests, Warrior-Poets all — carved for themselves a fiefdom of their own, the Arcana Institute of Xerophylla. They did this through the ultimate innovation: Arcanic Binding made manifest through the Tripillar Configuration. By balancing the Sanctity, Control, and Paradigm of the Universe, phantasmagoria and witchcraft could be transmuted into weapons of reason. Arcana Cards. Every monster of the night could be bound, its essence stripped away and stored in an Arcana Card, a tool so safe even the young could be trusted to carry them. That the young could take them to War. Herein lies the transmutation of Arcana-7375 from V̅CLXXV . Night 1: First Blood Arcanalamp Muscription Waxing Crescent, Thermidor Year of Salt and Cypress Scene: a murder foul. Blood spilled upon barrack stone Thin in red moonlight. A young boy lies dead Hair wild, neck cleanly cut. Resolved. Terrified. A blank Card in hand, Arcanic Salt spiderwebs Across stones pristine. Cuts made sharp and clean More execution than fight But far too much blood. Arcanalamp monitoring whisper Waxing Crescent, Thermidor Year of Salt and Cypress DLW (Tentative) Unidentified DLW: Who's there? Unidentified: Honor… exists outside emperor and country… DLW: How can that be? I have studied the chivalric codes of old Dezmond. When they were dallying with alchemy, I studied the blade. When they were fornicating with their fellow peasants, I studied the blade. When they were mud wrestling and making merry, I studied the blade. When it comes time to save the princess, none shall be worthy as aid for me. Unidentified: I too… studied the blade… Potential Candidate Asset Profile: D-DLW057 Damien Lawrence Woodcock Phlegmatic; Orphan Current Arcana Portfolio: None Asset is currently being controlled via Knightly Chivalry Archetale; he believes he is a lone wolf who will single-handedly turn the tides in Darkest Evropa and be rewarded with land, title, and coitus/progeny. Expected deployment is as a solo warrior to disrupt enemy lines and enable incremental advance of strategic assets. Recommended Arcana Exposure: Asset is recommended to be granted medium-power, low-skill high-burnout, self-vulnerability Arcana. If possible, asset should be paired with a Controller unit. Life expectancy upon deployment: 0.35 years See below asset's self-assessment: The Deeds of The Chosen Damien the Mighty, A Knight of Great Renown I, the great hero Damience Lawrence Woodcock, pen these words so that future bards & scholars may learn of my great deeds, heroic beginnings and destiny firsthand, that they may aspire to greatness as I was through the Fundamentum's Illustrated Tales of Chivalry. Chapter One: Humble beginnings My first memories are of the Orphanage. Every meal a battle, every day a test, underestimated and misunderstood by the other children. My only moments of peace reading the tales of the Fundamentum's great heroes and training in the woods. But even then I knew I was different, that I wasn't like the other children, that I wasn't like those sniveling cowards, I was better than them. I knew I had a great destiny, and I was righteous and true. All of us were orphans, but I was an Orphan. To be an Orphan is something that is the birthright of the foundling, the changeling, the future hero. They engaged in their petty schoolyard fights, carving out their meaningless hierarchies, while I found my truths in tales of knights and castles and chivalry, from a time long forgotten, a time before the night. When the Ghastly Men came, those thieves of children in the night, the other striplings would flee and make themselves small — but I knew in my heart that they were not thieves. They were the watchers of the gates of adventure, and so I presented myself — frail but sprightly, foolish but resolved — to them. And they took me. They were the Fundamentum, those who Guarded at the Foundation of All Things, and they told me my true heritage. My father had been a scion of the ancient and noble houses of Dezmond, who had given his life in service to Xerophylla against the Ogre King Ferdinand, and I had been exiled to an orphanage by avaricious and conniving relatives. They offered me a choice: They could restore me to my station and vanish from my life like ghosts in the wind, or they could teach me, train me, make me lethal — and I could exact such terrible revenges myself. I chose the latter. For there is a sword in a stone awaiting in my dreams. Progressing towards level. Approved by Professor C.O. Gears Anderson-Mab Pactborne Dream Theft Requisition: #3296202 Victim: Damien Lawrence Woodcock That night, I woke. Soon, I found myself before a great door, not having remembered gone there. It is a curious thing, the waking dream. I knew, perhaps, that I was crossing into something forbidden. That I was breaking some great and ancient taboo. That is the first step every hero takes. To break the laws set forth by a society too foolish to understand him. Beyond that door was a great many artifacts. Suits of armor and statues and gargoyles, all indistinguishable from each other. Tens of cursed necklaces, hundreds of cursed rings. And thousands upon thousands of swords. But only one drew my eye. It was a curious thing, in a style that I had never seen. Not the shifting blade of Professor Light, nor the greatsword of Professor Gears. No, this blade had the slightest curve to it that gleamed in the moonlight, and symbols I could not recognize embroidered upon the hilt. There was an air of portent around it. I cannot describe it except to say it is as it always was in my dream. There was no stone, but there was a sword. And so I went forth to grasp it. Yes, the sword whispered to me. This is true. This is right. And as I held that hilt between my hands and raised it to the moon, I knew this was what had always been my lot in life. What I had always been meant for. This was a world of death, short and cold brutality. But through it all, there would be one who was noble, honest, and good. One who was true. One who knew death as his friend and lover against the unjust, yet fought for those who were noble. I, DEATH KNIGHT. Meeting Minutes Professor Sophia Light, Phlegm Headmaster Charles Gears, Bile S. Light: Neil Leinnes is dead. Choler class, first year. The murder, I think, is of Blood. C. Gears: Unfortunate. Is revival possible? S. Light: No. He went down Heroically. Defending the interests of Xerophylla from an infiltrator. C. Gears: Or fighting like a beast of the earth for his own life. But not an ambush. No cut to the throat from silent night. This entity is unlike the Stricken — it does not act with subterfuge. S. Light: Perhaps — or it knows us far too well. Perhaps it knows this is one of the few ways to kill us permanently. Night 2: Fear Arcanalamp monitoring whisper Waxing Half, Thermidor Year of Salt and Cypress DLW (Tentative) Unidentified Spirit DLW: There is a lost princess of Xerophylla, stolen by the hordes of Darkest Evropa. I must save milady, and be rewarded with an honorable knighthood. Else I cannot redeem myself. The spirit: The taking of artifacts is dishonorable? DLW: Indeed, so I have dishonored myself. The spirit: Did those who stole me from Hinimoto have more honor than the hero who I speak to now? DLW: They were wiser than I. The spirit: By whose account? The thief's? DLW: Would it not be theft if I took this blade? The spirit: Was it not theft when they took me from my liege? DLW: If it was, then I have taken you. I am no better than them. The spirit: I am no idle hunk of steel. I chose you. In your hands, we can both grow in honor. Arcanalamp Muscription Waxing Half, Thermidor Year of Salt and Cypress Scene: A Coward, dead. His back to the red moon, Died on his belly. A rare appearance, Paid with the wages of sin, Which of course are death. Anderson-Mab Pactborne Dream Theft Requisition: #3296396 Victim: Damien Lawrence Woodcock The coward fell beneath my blade, his skull split in twain as he tried to run. I knew him, but only in passing. Wozny, he was called. A Professor of the Blood class. His name was attached to a thousand petty trifles, the sorts of feats that make small men feel big. The Wozny Meal Rotation System. The Wozny Mural for the Class of 76. The Wozny Draft-Beast Side-Saddle Riding Recommendation. It was no small wonder that he had been fully corrupted as an agent of the Ogre King Ferdinand. The Fundamentum was at war. It had been at war against the forces of darkness long before my birth, and it would be at war until it finally won. The Arcana Institute was a hidden beacon in the endless night and the first line of defense. The best and brightest of the world's minds in the Bile Class. The orators and diplomats that held society together from the shadows in the Blood Class. The mages and artificers of glorious futures in the Choler Class. And heroes in the Phlegm Class. The Ogre King was one of many great evils of Darkest Evropa, a beast of Gallic origin. It was jealous of the civilization of Xerophylla, of its great cities and great culture, of glory it could never be a part of from the harshness of Darkest Evropa. Ever since its birth, it had laid waste to Darkest Evropa, and made it a place where only the bravest dared tread. One day, I would sojourn forth and slay him, and avenge my father, and bring light back to the world. The Professors had sealed him, so he could not physically invade our glorious nation, but even still, his influence had seeped into the Institute. It had turned the noble men and women of the Fundamentum into plunderers, willing to steal a sacred sword from the distant eastern shores of Hinimoto. It had made saboteurs of students, like the first blood I ever drew, and even of Professors. Of Wozny. It made an awful lot of sense. Why else would someone be so enamored with pointless glories, when they could instead serve and find true glory? To distract, to mislead, to confound. To turn the minds of others away from the great war to pointless self-enrichment. I wondered, looking at Wozny's blood, if this was what heroism meant. To kill the right people — not even a person, really, one of Ferdinand's creatures — and feel no remorse. For I knew I was doing the right thing, purifying the Arcana Institute from within, yet my stomach felt clenched. My hands were cold around the hilt of my blade, and the distant stars swam in my vision. Yes, a voice said, from deep within. This is how things must be. It was not my voice. It was, perhaps, the voice of destiny. And yet I still felt ill. And then, the great voice of the sword appeared before me. Arcanalamp monitoring whisper Waxing Half, Thermidor Year of Salt and Cypress DLW (Tentative) Unidentified DLW: You are the sending of a spirit! The spirit: You had not realized? DLW: Last night, when I slew the ogre, I thought your arms the wind, your mask a trick of the light upon my face. I drew your blade to strike and sheathed it when my task was done. But now I see you for what you are. The spirit: You do not seem shocked. DLW: There is a student, James No-Name. He tells us of a Joshua, son of Joseph, who I call Jojo and am told it is heresy. I do not understand this Jojo. James No-Name tells me that it is a part of a whole and yet also the whole, or perhaps the projection of a great artifact at the heart of the world; you are hardly more surprising. The spirit: I am no distant vision. I am here. DLW: Truly? The spirit: I am within the blade and have been there since I was stolen. Trapped within that prison, unable to act or to repair the harms I have done. Can you imagine what hell it is to be confined in such a way, with no sense or feeling but the cold of death and your own thoughts? Could you imagine what it is like to be without body, left only with purpose? To be left in a moonless room, waiting, hoping that whoever next calls you forth might be in the slightest way willing? DLW: I shudder to imagine such a fate. The spirit: Know that I chose you. And together, we shall make things right. Meeting Minutes Headmaster Charles Gears, Bile Mr. Jeremy Filia C. Gears: Filia. This soul is to be restored. J. Filia: Of that I'm aware, old friend. Wozny of the Blood died neither Heroically or Justly. C. Gears: You tell me what I already know. J. Filia: It died like a coward on its belly, squealing like a pig, unwilling to fight in the slightest for its life— C. Gears: Silence. J. Filia: Feeling perhaps terror in its final breaths— or do you think perhaps it cried for the mother it promised it would come home safe to? Or was this a stolen child that couldn't remember its mother, because you erased it— C. Gears: Cease. You know nothing! J. Filia: The irony being, of course, that such base cowardice is life itself, yet you have taught these lambs to the slaughter that they ought to fight to the very last for Xerophylla herself, and hoard Arcane immortality for the lucky coward few. C. Gears: Enough! Give me the soul. J. Filia: Will you teach it life? Meeting Minutes Professor Sophia Light, Phlegm Headmaster Charles Gears, Bile Professor Gears touches his hand to the earth, cleansed by Filia's passage. C. Gears: Again, death. S. Light: Is there any truth to his delusions? C. Gears: You know there cannot be. I sealed the Ogre Fernand myself; his Arcana card sits in my deck right this very moment. Even now he dances at the edge of my mind, a loyal vessel waiting to be called to war. S. Light: And that Woodcock knows of Fernand — the Ogre King Ferdinand, so he says — at all? C. Gears: The stories we told him took a life of their own. The spirit cried of the corruption at our foundation, and he chose to believe it was the doing of the same Ferdinand that took his father's life. S. Light: Did his father die for us? C. Gears: Of course not. S. Light: Your verdict? C. Gears: …Their force is too strong to waste. S. Light: What are you proposing? C. Gears: We seal their minds as one with the Lament Configuration, and throw them directly into Darkest Evropa to fight until underwhelmed. The blood sacrifice of Leinnes can be redirected from their ends to our own. Light waits in silence until it is clear Gears shall say no more. S. Light: Troy never would have wanted for that ritual to be his legacy. C. Gears: And yet he serves even in True Death, as we all will. S. Light: We have none with the Arcana power to seal. None dare wield the power of MMDCCXVIII. Few are foolish enough to think they can escape its touch. C. Gears: Then what of XCIII? S. Light: I could not; I remain Unclean from my last use. C. Gears: Then I shall not ask it of you. The Spiral Path? S. Light: Mann is too comfortable at Yarsborough; he would demand a greater price in blood for his aid. You know this. C. Gears: Of course I do. But if the task falls to me, perhaps DCCCXXXV. S. Light: Charles, that is foul. C. Gears: And yet, necessary. Sanctus Santorum, as it were. Night 3: Forever Annotated Combat Log Professor Light walks through a corridor of the Arcana Institute. The light of the moon shines in through slit-like windows. Outside, a second set of footsteps matches hers. She palms an Arcana Card in her hand. The corridor opens to a courtyard. Damien Lawrence Woodcock stands to face her, beneath the light of a full moon. He draws his blade. A dead thing appears around him, with pleated scale-like armor. She opens her hand. Her Arcana Card erupts into light which fast shapes into a gladius. Damien Lawrence Woodcock lunges, his arm above his head, ready to fall. She parries. The shadow of a second blade falls upon her. The dead thing, too, swings for her neck. Her blade flares with holy light, blasting it away. She leaps backwards. The two face each other again. She points her sword at the corrupted knight. He raises his blade to guard his face, as if afraid she might shoot a lance of light at him. She charges, her blade aimed at his heart. The dead thing folds in front of him; her blade pierces it. Its texture is like mud, slowing her blade. She feels his arms moving from beyond the deathly avatar. Her blade becomes a card again, and then a blade, just in time to stop his from piercing her skull. His arm is flung away, and he scampers back. He raises his sword, eyeing her with newfound respect. The first true challenge, she must be. He raises his sword, as if awaiting her next move. The clock strikes twelve. After-Action Report Headmaster Charles Gears, Bile The creature was bound by its own set of rules — that much was clear — but I believe the true weakness was the story we had fed to its host. We teach all the Phlegmlings some version of a rags to riches story. Something to hope for instead of a guaranteed painful death. Some form of hero's journey so that they might have hope — the Greatest of Evils, as they say in the lands of Greaze. For Woodcock, that ideal was the lost codes of Knightly Chivalry, abandoned ever since Night fell. The idea that a social class of authorized killers should follow some form of code in deciding when to mete out death is universal, but the constraints from the times before are so simple as to be quaint. And he thought the Arcana Institute was one of the last bastions of such ideals, the sole shining city on the hill in a world of darkness. So he had no preparation for our subterfuge. —C. Gears The Sanctus Santorum is come! A rigid prison of coral polyps. It has grasping tentacles and has a taste for human flesh! Beware its bilious phlegm! Professor Light jumps out of its range. The Sanctus Santorum engages Woodcock. It tears at him with its tentacles. He strikes at it with his sword and the dead thing, but it has endless arms and he and the ghost have only four. It bites and snaps at him. And then it heaves. Its slurry — a bilious and phlegmatic substance, foul in odor and thick yet lumpy — splatters across his visage. His face is red and patchy and infected. Soon, he shall turn, and they shall be rid of him. He shall be made one of the Sanctus Santorum, and he shall be sealed. The earth and air tremors. S. Light: Charles. Do you feel that? A mutation. C. Gears: How fascinating… that this bilious affair might reveal a deeper truth. S. Light: Are you prepared? Professor Gears draws a quill pen and flourishes it through the air. C. Gears: Always. A magic circle erupts, a smaller circle within an outer triangle, with Damien Lawrence Woodcock and the Sanctus Santorum at the center. Three spears strike at them. The first of flowing quicksilver that melts about him and encases him in sleek metal. The second of white salt that locks the shifting metal in place and purifies the essence of the Sanctus Santorum. The final of burning sulfur that wreathes the man and ghost within with divine fire. C. Gears: You are a dead thing without form save in living hands, and you are a boy with dreams of knighthood without title nor armor. You are a parasite of warped and twisted flesh. S. Light: You are abomination to the Burning Gods, in their Hollow halls. Apostate, Traitor, Childslayer. But we give you purpose. C. Gears: We give you form and function, and draw from the relics of the Last Universe the Number that defines you. The red welts on DLW's face burst into tentacles. They coil around his body like kudzu vines before hardening into bulbous plates of enamel. They wrap around the Hinimotan sword and encase it in bone. The dead spirit howls, drawn into the coils of bone, becoming imprisoned by the infection of the Sanctus Santorum. The only hint of it that remains, that of a face, twisted and enraged upon the belly and breast of the armor in sharp bas relief. The circle closes. The light shrinks inward, inward, inward, circles becoming concentric. The three arrows flash again and again, their echoes formed through magic and time. A card appears in Professor Gears's hand. On it, the figure before them. A knight encased in bone, driven by a noble mind and a restless spirit. Stoic and still. Description: SCP-7375 is a statue of bone and phlegmatic enamel, sealed within the Sepulchrum Santorum of the Arcana Institute of Xerophylla. It wields a blade of bone and steel. It cannot move on its own, but can be commanded to do so by one with the sufficient Arcana. Its temperament is bilious and phlegmatic. From time to time, screams of disgusted agony can be heard from its core. These can be safely ignored. The current Derived Arcana of SCP-7375 allow its wielders to command a suit of armor made of bone, skilled at swordplay and capable of imparting a deathly plague. Further research is ongoing. Arcanalamp Muscription From the timelessness of Sanctus Santorum Proud and noble knight, Clad in suit of teeth and bone, Turned away from war. In belly, churning, Self-devouring humors, Bilious phlegm soup. Noble dreams transformed, A knight is but a weapon. Honor? Agony. The Chariot ANTHOLOGY 2023 Seven of Cups ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7375" by Prismal, LORDXVNV, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7375. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7376 | esoteric-class | Everyone knows how this story ends. Thumbnail SCP-7376 - Qayin and Hevel A reimagining of SCP-073 and SCP-076. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-7376 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: multiplex Disruption Class: multiple Risk Class: multiple link to memo Only known photo of the American Secure Containment Initiative's Omega-7 facility. CLASSIFICATION COMMITTEE MEMORANDUM A Multiplex-class anomaly is a group of two or more discrete anomalies that are inextricably linked, to such a degree that describing them separately is either inadvisable or impossible. When reviewing the database file of a Multiplex-class anomaly, please take care to read all available sections completely. Failure to do so may result in disciplinary action. —Dir. Jean Karlyle Aktus, USINBL Site-81 ACCESS SECTION 7376-A SECTION 7376-A IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED. TRY AGAIN LATER. ACCESS SECTION 7376-B More From This Author More From This Author MontagueETC's Works SCPs SCP-7408 • SCP-6607 • SCP-7701 • SCP-8408 • SCP-6751 • SCP-⌘ • SCP-6454 • SCP-8066 • SCP-6462 • SCP-744 • SCP-1908 • SCP-7009 • SCP-8200 • SCP-7354 • Tales/GoI Formats Omnigenesis and the Law of Blades • Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven? • Who Made You? • DR. KONDRAKI CUT UP WHILE THINKING • Six Codas • A Betamax Suicide Note • Other MontagueETC's SCiPTEMBER 2022 Art • Art Exchange 2023 | SCP-6759 • etcetera, etcetera • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7376" by MontagueETC, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7376. Licensed under CC-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: 7376-Thumbnail.png Name: Victorian Prosthetic Arm Author: John Lester License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Multiplex.svg Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Filename: See Below.svg Author: ZackVMK-13 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: ZackVMK's ACS Icon Page Filename: Multiple.svg Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Filename: multiple-icon.svg Author: Dr Asteria License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP-6113 Filename: Omega7.png Name: Frye's Opera House Ruins, June 1889 Author: John P. Soule License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Classification Committee.png Name: Classification Committee Author: EstrellaYoshte License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Desk of Junior Designer S. Yvonne Filename: Tomb.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Tomb Entrance Author: Giles Watson License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: OROK.png Name: Klavigar - Orok (Logo) 01 Author: SunnyClockwork License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SunnyClockwork's Artwork - CotBG and Sarkicism Filename: integrated.png Author: PlaguePJP License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Plague's Authorpage Filename: Hand.png Name: Victorian Prosthetic Arm Author: John Lester License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: BrokenGod.png Name: The Broken Church Author: SunnyClockwork License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SunnyClockwork's Artwork - CotBG and Sarkicism Filename: Flor-Galana.svg Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Filename: icon-CC-FlorGalana.svg Author: ChaosMageX License:CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Chaos Arts Filename: Control.png Name: Cryptologic Technician (Technical) 3rd Class Isaiah Preston stands watch in the combat information center aboard USS Chancellorsville (CG 62) in the Philippine Sea. Author: Official U.S. Navy Page License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Bowe.png Name: Dr Edmund F. Woods 1915 Author: Dave Miller License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: ellipsis.png Author: GwenWinterheart License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP-7510 Filename: ETTRA.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP-7000 |
SCP-7377 | keter | + Content Warning - Hide whatever Mentions of racism, slavery and violence. Item #: SCP-7377 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7377's effects make prevention impossible, containment protocols are to be oriented towards containing knowledge of its existence. As such, Foundation assets in academic, archeological, literary, educational, medical, law enforcement, and historical institutions are to be on alert for SCP-7377-A instances. Special attention is to be dedicated towards institutions or societies that focus on the American Civil War and Southern United States' role therein. Biological instances of SCP-7377-A are to be detained and transported to the closest Foundation site, with future transportation to Site-49's C-Wing being mandatory upon accurate identification as an SCP-7377-A instance. Those aware of the SCP-7377-A instance are to be administered Class C amnestics. Henry S. Foote, circa 1860 Foundation web-crawlers are to search for any potential digital instances of SCP-7377-A, and are to delete them. Individuals involved in the distribution of digital SCP-7377-A instances are to be located and administered Class C amnestics, and all digital technology capable of storing SCP-7377-A instances to be delivered to Foundation custody. If multiple distinct SCP-7377-A instances are officially discovered and it becomes impossible for the Foundation to maintain consensus reality, Operation Bitter-Salt is to be enacted, with intent to destroy all known evidence of Henry S. Foote's existence to the public. A suitable fictional historical figure is to replace all mentions of Henry S. Foote, to be decided upon by Foundation historians upon enactment of the Operation. Description: SCP-7377 is an anomalous temporal phenomena that results in the unexplained appearance of objects, documents and biological material involving former Senator and Governor Henry S. Foote (1804-1880). These materials (SCP-7377-A) are commonly located in facilities that relate to Henry Foote as a historical figure, with a slight propensity to appear in academic or educational collections. SCP-7377-A instances are of comparable quality to other documents or objects of the time despite the contradictions to the historical record. No instance has been recorded with anomalous properties besides their unexplained origins. SCP-7377-A changes to the record typically range from insignificant changes in dates or names to alterations of major historical events, usually involving the antebellum, Civil War, and Reconstruction periods of American history (1848-1877). The latter are more common as more subtle SCP-7377-A instances are indistinguishable from non-anomalous documents. SCP-7377-A instances range in subject matter, format, make-up, condition, and identifiability (See Addendum-7377.I for partial list). Some instances, however, are congruent and connected with one another. Foundation analysts in the Historical, Temporal, and Alternate Histories Departments have able to extract fragmentary records from some, but they are incomplete on details unrelated to Foote. SCP-7377 was first discovered in late December of 1879, when news reports celebrating the seventh anniversary of Henry Foote's execution was published in a paper claiming to be the New-York Daily Tribune. The paper went on to describe various details surrounding the capture and execution of Henry S Foote after: his traitors actions to these United States, against the People in whom placed their Faith and Trust into his hands, violating the Sacred rights of Man through his support for the Late Rebellion that has taken from the Mother's Brest [sic] three millions of Human Souls. O, Lord! Bless them, those Eternally Merciful executioners for their Humanity and Decency, for no other than the most Christian among us could stand to let him go without repaying his Debt in full to the People! When, in January 1880, Henry Foote, then living in Nashville, Tennessee, discovered the existence of such a paper, Foote threatened to lodge a lawsuit in New York State for defamation of character. Although the editors of the Tribune attempted to prove that said document could not have been produced by them due to differences in printing, paper and styles, Foote was preparing for the case before his death on May 19th, 1880. It was only in June of 1898 that SCP-7377 would be officially designated by the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI) after a biological instance of SCP-7377-A was discovered buried near the first Confederate White House in Montgomery, Alabama. Following an attempt to restore the building by the United Daughters of the Confederacy, a casket containing the corpse of Henry S. Foote was found buried beneath a previously unseen tombstone at the edge of the property. Engravings on the front read: Henry Stuart Foote February 28th 1804 January 19th 1869 President, Husband, Father Following this, the ASCI closed down the restoration project. When the non-anomalous corpse of Henry S Foote was accounted for, the ASCI catalogued SCP-7377 and contained. Addendum-7377.I — SCP-7377-A Instance Log Designation Description Notes SCP-7377-A-01 The corpse of Henry S. Foote, discovered near the first Confederate White House. Lethal neurological and cranial damage was apparent to the back of the objects head, caused by an unremoved .41 caliber bullet. n/a SCP-7377-A-07 A damaged ballot for the 1860 general election, to be used for the Democratic ticket in the State of New York. Various names are written out, including, for President and Vice President respectively, Henry S. Foote and Daniel S. Dickenson.1 The names William Henry Seward and Abraham Lincoln were written beside the crossed out section. Discovered in the New York City Public Library's in the Historical Collections. SCP-7377-A-19 A copy of a non-existent children's book, The Other Boy, written by a 'Rufus Walker' and published in 1988 by 'Clemens House'.2 The novel's protagonists are a pair of boys on opposite sides of the Kentucky-Ohio border. They develop a friendship despite the disapproval of friends, families and communities on both sides. The climax of the novel ends when one of the boys, William Yankey saves John Rebel from Rebel's father, Harry, after the latter discovered the two playing together in the middle of town, and, enraged, tried to shoot his son. The novel ends with William surviving, and John promising to come by and see him, to which William replies by saying that he can bring as many friends as he would like. A twenty page long non-fiction afterword describes the author's intentions to educate the reader on Confederate-US relations, including going into minor depth about the Civil War period, with special mention of Henry Foote as a 'rabble rousing demagogue who based his career on hate and bigotry.' The author ends by advocating for stronger cooperation against 'European intervention in the Americas."3 Discovered in a 6th grade classroom in Frankfort, Kentucky, after several students asked if it could be used as a resource on an upcoming test. SCP-7377-A-34 A painting entitled 'Foote On The Run', which depicts Foote hiding behind a tree as it rains. Several men in gray are on horseback, waving swords and searching the area. Foote is wearing tattered clothing, is emaciated, and is visibly distressed. Object appeared at the Boston Museums of Arts American section. A plaque was in front, and described it as a 'tribute to the suffering Unionists who, tragically, lost their lives, fighting for freedom, like Henry Foote.'" SCP-7377-A-44 A ambrotype photograph of a man laying upright at the back of a coffin, naked. The man's face has several gashes and openings, along with the many more bruises and indentions along the body. Writing on the back states, "Me and the boys found this from a Star reporter. Really gave Sumner a beating, didn't he? P.S Word is the Big Man is gonna issue a pardon. Foote is a rascal, now, isn't he? Love, B."4 Discovered uploaded to Wikipedia by an individual intending to vandalize the site, having purchased it as an old yard sale a couple years earlier. The individual who originally had the instance is currently unknown. SCP-7377-A-59 A partially damaged report from a 'Colonel Newton Knight' of the federalized 1st Mississippi Regiment, describing a raid on the Mississippi Governor's Mansion, which was being held by members of the White League,5 in July 1874. They had been holding the Republican Governor, Henry S Foote, and his family hostage in order to re-establish 'honourable government'. The report states the raid was successful, ending in the capture of all White Leaguers with no deaths. The report goes on to praise the "inter-racial regiment, Negro and White, proving to be the best of both races." It recommends more integrated regiments. Discovered by a historian looking into the historical archives of the US army for an unrelated project in 2008. SCP-7377-A-68 A previously undiscovered ASCI file, describing the phenomenon of SCP-7377. The article describes Henry S Foote as a former President of the United States who had been able to avoid a civil war. While a lot of the document is damaged, many individual pages were recovered. See Addendum.7377.II for more information. Discovered during clean up at the Bowe Mansion, KS, in 1999. Formatting matches the same as ASCI files made from 1868 to its destruction in 1919. SCP-7377-A-87 A beaded necklace composed of 14 human teeth. DNA analysis confirm them coming from Henry S Foote. Discovered inside a small glass container in the personal collection of [REDACTED] in Little Rock, Arkansas; he did not recall owning the object. A small engraving at the bottom reads, 'The Fate of All Traitors'. Addendum.7377.II — SCP-7377-68 Discovery and Log On June 1st, 1999, Sarah Jane Bowe, the last known living member of the Bowe family, died. The Foundation, as the sole legal guardian of the Bowe family's living relatives, acquired the house, and began transporting it to various Sites around the globe for further study or containment. SCP-7377-A-68 had been discovered in a large work desk previously owned by Col. William J. Bowe. Col. Bowe had gone missing on September 19th, 1891 without a trace. SCP-7377-A-68 is the longest (at over 600 surviving pages) and the most detailed. It also the only known instance of another SCP-7377-A instance being aware of the SCP-7377 phenomena. The following are the sections considered most related to SCP-7377's mechanics and history. Page 11 Discovered him near Washington. The fiend was digging up the late President and his beloved. We moved on him after 2, believing him sufficiently preoccupied to make noticing us unlikely. Of course, we were mistaken, and he had drawn his pistol. Fortuitously, the gunpowder had failed to ignite, leaving him quite agitated. I ordered that he cease moving. When he violated my order, Mr Williams, to the contrary of the Author's prior warnings against the use of fire arms, fired a shot into the ground besides the fiend. The shot on the man, already quite queer in mannerisms and appearance and elderly in age, shattered his nerves and he preceded to flee. It was only through the actions of Agent McAlister and Agent Clay that we were able to avoid losing the would-be grave-robber. I recommend promotion for both of them. I recommend Agent Williams for removal. [It is here, in the margins, handwriting can be read: 'Demerit Agent Williams for his ungentlemanly conduct in the field. Do likewise with Special Agent Johnson for unmanly conduct in the field, and for his inability to establish respect among his peers - Col. William Bowe] Page 29 - and from there we get into the nature of reality, which we [faded text] earlier. So Foote did that to avoid [faded] You must understand the condition that he was under. Both of us, in fact, were quite ill in our nerves, and when given the opportunity to avoid what they were going to put him through, he did the only thing he could, which was to use it. Did he not consider the ill-effects? I do not believe so. Or, perhaps, he did, and he simply did not care. Desperation makes even good men indifferent to their actions. And he most certainly was not a good man. Uh huh. If what you say is true - and that remains to be seen, Mister Fitch - then how come you are able to remember and not any one else? I have been asking myself that question for three decades, sir. It must have had something to do with the ritual those men did. Those men? Apologies, sir. You must understand that it has been so very long since I have discussed this with anyone who was not already there. These men - Foote said that they were powerful people, who knew magics. I didn't believe him until after, but I went along. I did not have a choice. Those savages outside were going to kill me. Kill all of us, if they could. Our parting with those wizards was not agreeable, either, but we got the better of them, by God. They did, however, leave me with a beautiful image that I haven't been able to forget. What was it? A basin of water at the top of mountain spills forth downhill into many rivers, large and small. From these more split off, adjusting to their circumstances. The currents are too strong to go back. You can only move forward. Except he found a way to not only move back but to instantly move to another one - different, yes, but more similar than not. And how did he do that? The answer is in that coffin. Page 56 [water damaged above, making this the only readable portion] grounds of indecency to the former President, and should be done with as little disturbance to the resting President. Col. Bowe complied and ordered the opening of Foote's casket, which was thusly done on [crossed out, unreadable] but Col. Bowe breached orders and looked inside the former President's coats and pantaloons, humiliating President Foote in a most unrespectful manner that made it seem as if he was one of the common dead, and not one of the sacred saviors of our union. Regardless, we [ink spill, multiple pages destroyed from age and ink] Page 219 Yes. My God. Just, write in it, and it sends it back, eh? That's the jist. Place it in the little slot with the address and time. It's not a guarantee, though. Often times nothing would happen, but sometimes we'd switch streams. Quite horrifying, I must admit, waking up in the middle of a dungeon ready to get hanged. That would be disquieting, I shall admit. Of course it is. Even for men like us. Have you seen the elephant, sir? Pardon? Ah, no, please, pardon me. I forget you did not have such an incident in this stream. What do you mean? Was there a war in one of your worlds? Many, but let's not discuss such depressing things. Many wars? How many dead? Hm. Is there a war going on right now? Um, yes. The Russians and the Germans are fighting over something, somewhere in - Irrelevant, but how many dead are there? Total. I don't know, but I saw one of the big battles - I believe in St. Petersburg - around 5,000 dead on both sides. Imagine double that, daily, for years. Sometimes many years. My God. We'd get lucky though, occasionally. Or at least Foote got lucky. How so? He'd be someone important. That was what he wanted more than anything. That and living for as long as possible. Those were the two rules: stay if alive and powerful, leave if dead or a nobody. And did your - your comrades, as it were - did they have a say in any of this? Ha! What do you think, sir? One world we ended up in had me as a small farmer out in Missouri. Free labor wasn't as good but we made do with what we had. A little girl, a wife - beautiful one, she - and a nice comfortable place at the Post Office. Foote had become President - I thought it was enough, but then we shifted. It was like that, in an instant, all of it was gone. I was in Virginia now, in the Confederate White House, and Foote was there, holding that goddamn book, looking at me expectantly. Confederate? What is that? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that he was still President - not of the country he wanted, mind you, but it would do while we planned our next move. And you helped him?! After doing that to you?! It was my own fault for getting attached. He was never satisfied. I helped because I thought that one day he'd just…. Just what? Be dead. Universally dead, across all worlds. Page 344 Preliminary Object: #1113 Physical Danger: Low National Danger: High Description: A locked journal of unknown origin and manufacture. None of the papers have writing on the inside. A small slip exists at the front, entering into an unknown space not corresponding to natural mechanics. Below it is a series of gears with numbers on them, with the time, day, month and year to be cycled through. If sent to a future date, it will be found at that specified address at that specified date. Even when tracked packages always disappear and reappear. When sent backwards in time, it can change past events. Artifacts of such changes alongside testimony from Person of Interest 012 "Benjamin Fitch" suggest this to be true. Page 393 Site-15 Head, Despite recent incidents in the South, the President, with the full support of the cabinet, has maintained a firm commitment towards keeping all ASCI objects in Washington proper. This government shall not panic the people because of a couple of abolitionist agitators are making a scene. However, since tensions remain high in the capitol, special instructions are to be headed regarding the safety of certain items - especially Item #1113. All high priority items, including Item #1113, shall be re-located to Fort Leavenworth under joint containment by the ASCI and United States Army soldiers. Persons of interest relevant to said objects are to be transported alongside. Secretary of War Jonathan Platte President Horatio Seymour6 October. 19th 1876 Page 415 To the Secretary, Included is my report - I do not trust secretaries to ensure that you receive this important information, especially for a newly employed man such as yourself. Several issues have been piling on in the Chesapeake Department at the present, some minor (such as the high cost of personal servants) to the extreme, which I will detail for you now, as I understand you have little patience for drudgery, sir: a) High Labor Cost: As benefitting their peculiar institution, the South lacks large labor pools to pluck from. The few gentlemen of means refuse even to hire their servants out. It is not the rates but the ill effects it will have on them, for their largest fear is them self-emancipating. As far as can be told, the Southern states shall not be spreading human liberty for some time. b) Southern Rights Fervor: The recent campaign (both for the Presidency and for emancipation) has stirred much agitation in the region. Although not as bad as the Deep South, we are still dealing with the aftershocks. A lot of my agents are singled out and harassed for any trace of foreignness. Just this week I have had three of my agents, all from New England, tarred and feathered in Richmond. The police, I hear, are more interested in handing out beers to the criminals than in handing out warrants. If these attacks do not subside soon, I fear the Department will be unable to function. c) Targeted Killings of Agents: The most troubling - and in my opinion, most important - issue is the recent attacks against agents in the field. It starts with them disappearing for a couple of days before being dumped into the Potomac, covered in bruises and lacerations, and completely catatonic. The most recent victim was a Mr Higgins, who, to our horror, was dead when discovered. The letters 'K.G.C.' were carved into his head. Investigators I've brought in have been unable to identify any sort of lead. I hope that I could have been of service, and wish you luck in your new post, From, Joseph Williams, Department Head of the Chesapeake [ Written on the back is the following in handwriting: 'Demotion immediately; no slaves on federal projects, violation of ethics, humanity, etc. Import workers if necessary. KGC? Familiar. More men to all Departments, push for appropriations in Congress, talk with President.' ] Page 582 I hadn't thought to ask you at the time some questions. What sort of questions, pray tell? Those men. Who are they? What makes you think I'm going to tell you? [Interviewer places photos of dead men on the desk; at the top of their skulls, the words KGC can be seen, carved into their flesh.] Because we have some boys out in Chesapeake getting killed - and I think you know something about it. I - I don't know what you are talking about, sir, I - Knights of the Golden Circle. It ring any bells? [Interviewee does not respond] Thought so. They're here, aren't they? I believe so. At the very least they're searching for something - The book. Pardon? They're looking for that goddamn book. They're planning on reclaiming their stolen property. I thought you said Foote - He did. He brought them into the Oval Office, just when the people were outside - goddamn it, were they angry. All for that foolish goddamn tomfoolery in the Caribbean. What did he do? What do you think? He tried taking Cuba. Spain wouldn't have that. Congress wouldn't appropriate the money - goddamn black Republican bastards, if they had gone along none of this would happen, its their fault, goddamn them, goddamn them to hell! Focus. Let an old man indulge his hate. Not when there's lives on the line. But they - the Circle - they came, and they offered him a deal: money for war in exchange for slavery in Kansas. He - he tried to make Kansas a slave state? Yes. Tried to shove it down Congress' throat, but he did it. Somehow. I have no doubt he had their help on that front. Good God. But the election came and the party was split in two. No Electoral College majority though - lucky us, we could get in the House. As long as we had the Circle's help. For a price. Of course! But he thought he was smarter, smarter than them all. The most dangerous fool of all. I didn't think that at the time. I thought we were defending our way of life. The book. What happened with the book? Damnit I'm getting to it! We won, but only on Southern and Corrupt votes. It was blatant. I don't know about the rest of the nation, but DC began burning. Northerners and southerners were fighting in the streets. What few troops we had were stationed at the White House but it did no good. The Circle offered us a deal: collaboration or abandonment. We had no choice, but Foote had a cleaner conscience about it than the rest of us. The book. Fine. They had just discovered it, somehow - a library of some sort, from worlds unknown. They wanted to give Foote, their most loyal member, the first letter. And what did he do? He sent a letter back to himself, telling him what is happening, and to not collaborate with the Circle. And when it was done everything was different. The Circle must have remembered. Must have looked for it. If they did I hadn't seen it. I should have. Good God, I should have. Page 615 SPECIAL ORDER TO CHEAPSEAKE DEPARTMENT HEAD (draft) Relating to the recent deaths of agents by from the suspected organization (the previously dormant 'Knights of the Golden Circle'), I am ordering the removal of Item #1111 #1113 to Fort Leavenworth effective immediately, in addition to along with Person of Interest 012 "Benjamin Fitch". To ensure its safe arrival, I, as Secretary of War, shall personally accompany the detachment to Leavenworth. (deliver to Mr Clay and have him clean it up for delivery to Prs. Johnson for signature, he can handle my signature - he's better at it than me) Page 616 I don't know why I am writing this. Perhaps part of me hopes that, perhaps, someone, somewhere, can look at the little scribbles on the page and see what the world could have been. Perhaps I am hoping that someone, anyone, can tell understand what I did and why. I shot Benjamin myself. The officers did not question it - one less mouth to feed at Leavenworth. From there, it was quite easy escaping with the book. It was lucky I did it when I did, too, because it was when I passed through St. Joseph that I learned a US army contingent had been slaughtered in Kentucky. Governor was blaming Indian attacks. I know who really did it. I then came home, to Lawrence. Her old wooden shacks, all burned, inhabitants driven out. The home of freedom destroyed by savage slavers. Thirty years, it had almost been. 1858: I remember it well. Men on horseback, screaming, shooting, killing. Father ran out with his gun. I saw them carve those little letters into his head: KGC. The documents here are, to me, proof enough of the men who did this, and the man who allowed it, stocked it, survived off their hate. I thought he had been an old Fire eating radical but I see the truth, and I cannot help but laugh. This is a rotten world. I see no hope but civil war, and that I could not bare to see, not with the weapons we had. The nation would be engulfed in blood, in slaughter. And yet conflict is inevitable. It was an equation I could not make work until I realized that, if inevitable, better sooner than later. I can change this world. I can make war happen, just as it had, in 1860 instead of 1887 or 1888 or Lord knows when. I know what I must do. And the man I must target is Foote. After I am done, he will be a footnote. He will be dust beneath my boot. I will take his greatest dream away from him, the only reason he lives and breathes. I am not doing this for the slaves. I am not doing it for the yankees or the westerners or anyone else, not even my family. I do this out of self interest and hate. I only weep, knowing I won't be able to see him burn. To those other worlds, I wish you good luck. May you be better than we were. And, if you mess up, follow the old river from Lawrence, down until you see a cave. You will find it there, just as I had. William James Bowe Addendum-7377.III — Recovery Log On June 8th, 1999, the Foundation discovered the cave described in Addendum.II above, located at [REDACTED] coordinates. On short notice, Mobile Task Force Epsilon 6 ("Village Idiots") was sent to investigate and retrieve the object, hereafter described as PI-1113 (Preliminary Item). After a short walk inside, MTF-Epsilon 6 encountered a wide space, reaching up to 10 meters high. In the center of the room was a small mound. Upon digging it up, a corpse was discovered, later identified to be William James Bowe. He had been shot, twice in the chest and once in the mouth. PI-1113 was not discovered on his body, nor anywhere else in the cave. Footnotes 1. Daniel Stevens Dickenson was a major leader of the conservative, pro-South faction of the New York Democratic Party, the Hunkers. They came into conflict with their enemies within the party, the anti-slavery Barnburners. 2. This is notable for being one of the few instances of an SCP-7377-A instance mentioning the Confederate States of America in the present tense past the 19th century. 3. African Americans and the issue of slavery as a start to the Civil War is never mentioned. 4. The physical proportions and height, combined with the name mentioned, suggests subject is Charles Sumner, an anti-slavery Whig and Republican. He is known for having been caned by Preston Brooks of South Carolina until the latter's cane broke, leaving Sumner unconscious. 5. The White League was a terrorist organization whose goal was the re-assertion of white supremacy and the end of Radical Reconstruction, active between 1874-1877. 6. Horatio Seymour (1810-1886) was a Democratic Governor of New York from 1852-1854 and 1862-1864, and was a prominent member of the Hunker faction in the Democratic Party, which gave him a Presidential nomination in 1868, which he lost. |
SCP-7378 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-7378 Special Containment Procedures: A provisional observation and containment outpost occupying an area of 1600 square meters has been established around the location at which SCP-7378-1 periodically manifests. SCP-7378-1's containment zone is to be vacuumed from all air and filled with Aerosol Compound 7378-S, a specially designed mixture of gas which is not harmful to SCP-7378. Once an instance of SCP-7378 is ejected from SCP-7378-1, the instance is to be immediately secured and equipped with a gas mask connecting to a supply tank of Compound 7378-S. The instance is to be then transported to Site-21, the nearest available Foundation facility, to await transfer to another site. Because of the costly nature of keeping SCP-7378 alive, instances are to be transported to a different site within 1-3 weeks following their arrival to Site-21. Description: SCP-7378 denotes individual specimens of a species of omnivorous mammals showing physiological similarities to baseline apes. Instances of SCP-7378 measure 48-50 centimeters tall and weigh 3-4 kilograms. Inhalation of baseline universe's air for prolonged amounts of time is usually lethal for SCP-7378, making them extremely vulnerable once ejected from SCP-7378-1. The average life span of SCP-7378 is unknown, however, because of their convenience as test subjects and susceptibility to even minor environmental stress; instances which come under Foundation custody typically expire within 1-12 weeks. SCP-7378 are not inherently aggressive and do not appear to be sapient. SCP-7378 possess an internal skeleton, the outer surface of their bodies are covered with a soft biological layer that serves to sustain their bodily temperature. Surgically removing this layer is intensely painful for SCP-7378 and typically causes them to expire from shock or hypothermia. SCP-7378's cognitive extent is on par with a non-anomalous infant child approximately 1-3 months of age. SCP-7378-1 is a recurring and stable space-time anomaly periodically manifesting and demanifesting over the course of approximately 0.05 seconds once every week. The date and time of SCP-7378-1's weekly occurrence cannot be meaningfully predicted, making observation difficult. Once it appears, SCP-7378-1 will eject a single alive specimen of SCP-7378 and disappear instantly after. It is believed that manifestations of SCP-7378-1 are gateways leading into SCP-7378's universe of origin, although this presumption is unverified. Since its first recorded occurrence in 2008, SCP-7378-1 has not stopped appearing and ejecting a single instance of SCP-7378 once every week. Instances of SCP-7378 have been deemed suitable for use as "lab rats" because of the similarities between their physical and behavioral reactions to anomalous hazards and those of non-anomalous test subjects. In addition, many Tartarean entities1 contained by the Foundation which require the periodic execution of sacrificial rituals to subdue them have been documented to accept sacrifices of SCP-7378 as an alternative to those of regular infant children. For these reasons, SCP-7378 are widely regarded as a more "ethical" alternative to D Class test subjects in many areas of anomalous research and are widely exploited by Foundation personnel for purposes of containment and testing. Currently, the ritualistic sacrificing of SCP-7378 plays a central role in the containment of 31 various Keter and Euclid Class SCP objects. Most anomalous drugs developed by the Foundation are usually tested on SCP-7378 specimens before further trials can be approved. Proposal to upgrade SCP-7378's object class to Thaumiel is pending approval.2 + ADDENDUM 7378.01 - LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE OR HIGHER REQUIRED - CREDENTIALS VERIFIED An instance of SCP-7378 shortly after being ejected from SCP-7378-1. To this date, every instance of SCP-7378 ejected by SCP-7378-1 has had a small handwritten note attached to their person. No finger prints have been found on any of these notes. The contents of these notes are identical in each case, reading: ATTENTION: THIS IS A MESSAGE FROM THE SCP FOUNDATION OF UNIVERSE 5802-SIGMA-BLUE-ROMEO We regret to inform you that our organization has failed in its primary goal of keeping our world safe from the abominations that inhabit it. The implementation of Procedure Lazarus-01 has failed. Item 2000 has been rendered inactive. The universe has made its final verdict and it thinks we should not exist anymore. For this reason, Backup Procedure-2000-7373-S has been enacted. The replicators of Item 2000 have been redeployed for this purpose. Once the backup procedure has been successfully implemented, 10 million human infants of various genetic makeup will be gradually transferred to Universe 7F2-WA3-192. This universe has been selected for their shared language and culture with baseline universe. From this point onward, it is your responsibility to take good care of these children to ensure the survival of our race. Our children are sick. Our people are dying in mass graves. Our world has already ended. Dozens of corrupted angels are now decorating the sky, singing songs in a language which drives anyone who understands it insane. You are our only hope. The survival of the human race depends on you. We are sorry to place this responsibility on your shoulders, but please understand it was our best option. We refuse to fade away. We will prevail. Keep our children safe. Take good care of them. Don't let us die out. There will be no further communication. Remember us. Secure. Contain. Protect. After extensive hearings, the Ethics Committee and O5 Council have made a joint decision to reject the proposition of this text, as baseline Foundation could not afford to bear such a duty. No further information on the inhabitants of Universe 5802-Sigma-Blue-Romeo (presumably called "humans") has been gathered. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7378" by alanthechair, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7378. Licensed under CC-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: Babynewborn.jpg Name: Babynewborn.jpg Author: Oliver H License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Baby_weight_Necker_2014.jpg Additional Notes: Image is cropped Footnotes 1. Informally referred to as "demons". 2. Update: Proposal approved on 07/05/2024. New object class has been applied. |
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line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @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); 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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#: 7379 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Above: Interior of Site-7379 tunnel. Special Containment Procedures: Permits for the excavation of land upwards of 0.75 kilometers beneath the greater metropolitan area of Scranton, Pennsylvania are to be denied without direct word otherwise from the O5 Council, with a reasonable explanation being devised or appropriated as per standard Foundation disinformation protocol. Individuals or organizations attempting to unlawfully penetrate ground in the area are to be detained and thoroughly questioned, followed by amnesticization in the case of above-Veil actors. Recording devices planted within SCP-7379 are to be monitored at all times. Given any indication of abnormal activity from the area of SCP-7379, all major Foundation sites are to be put on temporary lockdown until signs cease — typically, this occurs upon the neutralization of the target in the event of an SCP-7379 activation. Upon cessation of the event, storage room A-76 is to be unlocked and checked for signs of communication from the facility’s operators. Use and maintenance of Site-7379 by its operators is not to be contested by Foundation command at the Site or executive level under any circumstances. In all other respects, the Foundation is to allow the facility to operate without interference. Attempts to open additional inquiry into, experiment upon, or otherwise engage with the inner workings of SCP-7379’s Central Reactor Chamber beyond simple observation is prohibited. Above: SCP-7379 reactor from interior. Description: SCP-7379 is the SCRANTON1 Reality Anchor, a massive subterranean nominally Foundation-operated reality stabilization device located beneath Scranton, Pennsylvania. Structurally, it resembles a greatly enlarged fusion plant with thirteen (13) reactors and no smokestacks or other visible means of releasing emissions. Presumably as a resultant externality of its operating function, localized reality within an approximately fifty-kilometer radius of SCP-7379 is constantly stabilized at a Hume concentration of ~10,000ξ, roughly 100 times greater than standard levels. As such, the anomalous alteration of reality in any way is extremely difficult in and around the area of SCP-7379 and the entire city is effectively immune to any form of ontokinetic incursion or remote alteration. Upon activation, SCP-7379 is capable of drastically raising the localized Hume coefficient of almost any remote location on Earth. The exact mechanisms by which SCP-7379 accomplishes this task is unknown, as its internal apparatus are poorly understood by the Foundation at present2. After activation events, SCP-7379 displays an inability to reactivate for a period of 8-12 years. The presumed reason for this pause is to enable the recharge of the apparatus used by SCP-7379 to perform the stabilization of local reality, which are, as previously mentioned, not precisely known at this time. Above: Exit Lambda from Site-7379. SCP-7379 typically initiates the process of activation immediately prior to the manifestation or containment breach of one or more high-potency reality-bending entities. Within minutes of the manifestation or breach in question, SCP-7379 will have fully readied itself for activation and will deploy its primary anomalous property to raise the Hume quotient of the anomaly’s local area, neutralizing its ontokinetic capacity with overwhelming suppressive force. The targets of SCP-7379 activations are not chosen by Foundation high command nor known in advance of activation, however often coincide with those entities considered high-priority threats by the Foundation at the time of the event. The nature of SCP-7379 activation events and their ostensible prioritization would seem to indicate that the facility or its operators are in possession of some form of predictive algorithm or precognitive anomaly and can foretell the rise of hostile ontokinetic entities with a considerable degree of accuracy; further research into this is ongoing. Around the area of SCP-7379 lies Subterranean Site-7379, a Foundation containment facility built contemporaneously to SCP-7379 itself. Site-7379 serves two purposes: maintenance, observation, and control of SCP-7379, and weaponized use of SCP-7379’s passive anomalous property to contain catastrophically high-threat reality-altering anomalies by suppressing their ontokinetic capability. Site-7379 is composed of hundreds of disparate wings and chambers interconnected by giant, labyrinthine3 tunnels and caverns equipped with an internal subway system for easy transport. In all, the area of underground which Site-7379 occupies is approximately 40 kilometers in length and 26 kilometers in depth. Above: Layout of the Central Reactor Chamber of SCP-7379. As of 1972, approximately thirteen thousand (13,000) Scranton Reality Anchors, Anderson Anchors4, and Lang-Scranton Stabilizers5 have manifested around and beneath SCP-7379 in a state of inexplicable and irreparable malfunction. Additionally, since the 1972 incident6, the Central Reactor Chamber of SCP-7379 has held an indeterminately immense number of contained and semi-contained anomalous objects in seemingly haphazard configuration. Consult Addendum 7379.1 for more information. As of 22 August 1991, the O5 Council has issued an executive order stating that these objects are not to be manipulated, rearranged, or removed under any circumstances as to prevent accidental interference with the function of SCP-7379 by Foundation personnel. History: Construction of SCP-7379 and Site-7379 was first ordered by Dr. Robert Scranton of the Department of Ontokinetics in October of 1963, following a report from his department that urged the necessity that the Foundation construct a device for neutralization of large-scale reality-altering threats. Scranton, Pennsylvania was chosen as the preferred location to construct SCP-7379 due to its orientation on a naturally-occuring point of leyline overlap corresponding to high average Hume rates. In the ensuing decade, preparation and construction began, with a large area being cleared out approximately 2 kilometers beneath the city. A scaffolding for the structure was constructed soon after, with external walls, tunnels across the in-construction Site-7379, and the boundaries of rooms for the site being excavated. The structure’s outer shell was completed as of 1969, with internal installations — including Site-7379 control rooms and offices, a subway system for exit, entrance, and internal traversal, and the then-empty Central Reactor Chamber of SCP-7379 — finishing construction in 1971. Above: Ontological stabilizer undergoing initial inspection at Site-7379. During an intermittent period of schematic development in the Spring of 1972, the main facility would not be accessed for several months. Upon reentry, it was discovered that that the interior of the facility had been entirely redeveloped by unknown means, with an entire internal geography and array of anomalous mechanisms having manifested without the recorded approval or knowledge of any Foundation-sanctioned authority. Above: Placard at Entrance Alpha of Site-7379. The manifested interior and associated machinery, though largely impractical or counter-intuitive for human use, is indeed believed to have been placed with deliberation, as many foreign objects, such as those inserted within the Central Reactor Chamber during the incident, have provided ontological anchoring functionality and enable the current use of SCP-7379. It is, as such, believed that construction of SCP-7379 and its associated site was completed — unaccordingly and in contradiction to extant plans for the facility, though still with intention — by an unsanctioned party during the break from construction, and that this party was aware of the facility's intended purpose and attempted to aid construction to this end on its own terms. Following the incident in 1972, several uniform placards displaying the text “Department of Abnormalities”7 and an unidentified glyph somewhat resembling the standard Foundation insignia manifested at the entrance and exit gates of Site-7379's tunnel system. Addendum 7379.1: Recorded Contents of the Central Reactor Chamber The following is an incomprehensive list of anomalous objects observed to be in containment in SCP-7379’s Central Reactor Chamber following the manifestation incident in Spring of 1972. Objects are typically found stored in variably-euclidean and sometimes misshapen containment chambers connected to one another via conveyor belts, pipelines, pulleys, plexiglass tubes, slides, chutes, robotic arms, miniature train tracks, and other increasingly odd and seemingly inefficient means of transport strewn across the chamber. Upon each chamber hangs a metal placard bearing a colloquial or poetic identifier of unknown meaning, as well as an insignia somewhat resembling that of the Foundation. Segment WHITE Chamber: 1267 Placard Name: Daffodil Description: Several pieces of black cloth and ribbon are strewn sparsely across the room. Fluids consistent with that of pericardial effusion are present. Chamber: 6227 Placard Name: Smoke and Mirrors Description: A shattered pair of glasses, kept together with duct tape, lies in the far corner of the room. A thick fog is present. Chamber: 1089 Placard Name: Heart of Lazarus Description: An abnormally-large First World War-era hand grenade is inertly pierced upon a tesla coil on the ceiling of the chamber. Chamber: 3212 Placard Name: From Nothing Description: A closet containing a large diorama resembling a Foundation facility, partially buried in a mound of soil. Burrowing holes are seen in the pile. Chamber: 0489 Placard Name: In Memoriam Description: A standard Akiva radiation detector sits on a table against the far wall. A long, sharpened piece of rebar pierces through the machine. A faint hum can be heard throughout the chamber. Chamber: 0992 Placard Name: On the Edge of the World Description: Room is completely devoid of light. All photographic methods of brightening the inside have proven inconclusive. Segment RED Chamber number covered in thick black paint. Placard Name: Round Pegs Description: Door to the chamber is locked. Chamber: 0017 Placard Name: Memories Description: A small table, located in the center of Corridor-17C.8 A porcelain urn sits atop the table, with a framed photograph of a forest leaning on it. An unidentified figure can be made out in the background of the photo, with a tag reading “O5-11” on his shirt. Chamber: 1299 Placard Name: Somnambulism Description: A broken dialphone sits on a table in the center of the room, overflowing with loose wool. Chamber: 5490 Placard Name: Staff of Hermes Description: A small caduceus in the chamber. The sphere at its tip is painted in black and red with a spiral. Chamber: 6200 Placard Name: Great Sage Equal to Heaven Description: A broken basalt column with golden bands lies on a conveyor belt in a hallway. Chamber: 7271 Placard Name: Food for Thought Description: A pit of unknown depth lies at the center of the room. Segment GREEN Chamber: 0288 Placard Name: Reverse-Engineering Description: A cardboard box contains a torn page from what appears to be an RCT-Δt introductory temporal displacement manual. The page unfurls extraspatially into a scroll as observed. Modern English with up-to-date scientific diagrams is seen at the top of the page, transitioning into Mongolian with an unknown Iron Age device depicted. By the bottom of the page, the instructions are written in Old Daevite and the graphs replaced by esoteric sigils. Chamber: 2382 Placard Name: Migraine Description: A thick smoke is present within the chamber, obscuring all contents. Chamber: 5401 Placard Name: Relief Description: Three juvenile domestic dogs (Canis lupus familiaris) in perpetual sleep on top of a pile of shattered glass and scrap metal, shoved to the corner of the chamber. Chamber: 5010 Placard Name: Hope Description: A polaroid camera sits on a table in the corner of the room, partway through the production of a photo. Several undeveloped photos are affixed to the walls. Chamber: 2185 Placard Name: The Absence Description: A large field of grass extends an unknown distance within the chamber. A massive ravine in the rough shape of a human silhouette can be made out in the distance. A rope can be seen dangling into it. Segment YELLOW Chamber: 4529 Placard Name: A Fate That Befalls You Description: A styrofoam finger is suspended in levitation above the floor of the room. Beneath it, a miniature spatial distortion reveals a night sky with several large celestial bodies, visible from the other side. The stench of repeatedly rotting and regenerating flesh seems to emanate from the distortion. Chamber: 0721 Placard Name: Fractals Above Description: A vinyl record sits on a table in the center of the room, covered in dust. Chamber: 0001 Placard Name: In Development Description: Various mechanisms lie in the far corner of the room. Several blue sheets of graph paper are hung to the far wall, depicting schematics for an unknown humanoid entity. Chamber: 7819 Placard Name: Harvest Season Description: The room is filled with the constant smell of freshly-baked bread. Chamber: 7110 Placard Name: Symphony Description: A clarinet is overgrown with blooming vines, shoved to the corner of the small room. Complete silence inside. Chamber: 9013 Placard Name: Stories We Tell Ourselves Description: A shapeless mass of dark grey fur wearing a Halloween mask wanders around the large chamber. Segment PINK Chamber: 8486 Placard Name: The Arbiter Description: A massive steel automaton stands in the center of the chamber, unmoving. Several mechanisms can be heard operating within. Chamber: 8124 Placard Name: Kether Description: Upper portions of the room obscured by a bright light of unknown origin. Floor is abnormally cold. Chamber: 1298 Placard Name: Ideas Sleep Furiously Description: A weeping statue in the corner of the chamber wears a five-appendaged crown. An effect consistent with the emission of smoke is seen from its obscured eyes, nose, and mouth. Chamber: 0003 Placard Name: Serenity Description: Several feathers are placed throughout the chamber. A human corpse lies in the center, smiling slightly. Abnormally silent. Chamber: 1208 Placard Name: Lost Voices Description: Three discoloured humanoid figures walk on all fours around the inside of the chamber. Bird cries and the squeaking of mice can be heard. Segment BLACK Chamber: 7106 Placard Name: Sword of Damocles Description: The room contains a small artificial satellite resembling Sputnik 1, facing towards a back door. The object is marked with three parallel arrows in red spray paint, and appears to have sustained major damage. It is covered in a coat of grey dust. Chamber: 8821 Placard Name: Left Behind Description: A tattered blue banner hangs on the back wall of the room. No further information about it can be recalled. Chamber: 5910 Placard Name: Tradition Description: Six cloves of garlic are arranged around both sides of the door to the room. Room is ostensibly empty. A second placard on the inside reads "Warding". Chamber: 1241 Placard Name: These Description: Dozens of haphazardly placed hollow dodecahedrons are scattered throughout the room. Purpose lost. Chamber: 7124 Placard Name: Drifting Off Description: Intense light fills the room. A distorted silhouette hovers in the center. Extremely low temperature. Chamber: 3909 Placard Name: The Producer Description: A massive kiln maintained at extremely high heat sits in the middle of the room, attached to pipes going into the ground. Unidentified symbol on its front. Particulate emissions consistent with krylon-brand spray paint have been detected. Segment CORE All chambers rendered inaccessible. Further research ongoing. Addendum 7379.2: LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Provide Clearance [ACCESS GRANTED] On 21 August 1991, SCP-7379 began to display initial signs of activation. The following is an incomplete timeline of events having occurred during said activation.9 2:04 | An alarm begins to ring throughout facility. Red lights flash from various locations. 2:06 | All entrances and exits simultaneously shut and lock. Alarm and warning lights cease activity. 2:07 | A series of chants in an unknown language can be heard emanating from the Central Reactor. All ribbons constituting object "Daffodil" demanifest from Chamber 1267. A bright light can be seen emanating from both the chamber and core reactor temporarily. Whispers can be heard throughout various halls in Segment WHITE. 2:10 | A large mechanical arm extends from the far wall of Chamber 0721, picking up Object "Fractals Above", and releases it into a previously unseen chute. The arm then retracts back into the wall. 2:11 | Smoke fills all portions of the facility. 2:13 | Object "The Arbiter" emits a bright light from an opening in its torso, before breaking through the near wall. It continues to wander through the various hallways of the facility. 2:15 | An unknown species of leeches appear throughout all tunnels. 2:16 | Smoke dissipates. 2:18 | Object "Sword of Damocles" begins to rapidly spin, slowly levitating into the air as it rotates. Once roughly two meters above the ground, it darts directly into the door of Chamber 7106, bursting through the steel. Following exit, it begins to navigate the chambers. 2:19 | Cracks begin to form in several chambers throughout Segment PINK. 2:21 | The polaroid camera-component of Object "Hope" releases the photograph it had been holding in stasis. The image can now clearly be discerned as depicting a bright white hand from below. 2:23 | Entities comprising Object "Lost Voices" leave their chamber, crawling aimlessly throughout Segment PINK. 2:24 | The domestic dogs constituting object "Relief" wake up, beginning to walk around the halls of Segment GREEN. 2:27 | All lights within the facility cease function temporarily. Footsteps can be heard from within the reactor. 2:28 | A slab of concrete in Chamber 992810 falls to reveal a previously unseen portion of the room, containing a vinyl record player, and the opening of a tunnel extending into the wall. 2:30 | A loud explosion is heard from within an empty storage room. 2:32 | Echoes of unknown origin spread throughout the halls of Segment RED. 2:35 | Object "The Arbiter" smashes the entrance into Chamber 0489, grabbing object "In Memoriam". Steam is released from various openings in its chest. A section of its head can be heard depressurizing, before lowering into its jaw, leaving a gaping hole. The automaton continues to feed the device into this gap before it closes seconds later. A bright light is once again emitted as it begins to trudge through the halls of the facility. 2:36 | The canines comprising Object "Relief" walk into Chamber 1050, with one taking the recently released photograph in their jaw and carrying it out of the area. 2:38 | A deep hum can be heard from beneath the facility. 2:40 | Object "Ideas Sleep Furiously" spontaneously shatters. A pool of smoke form at its feet, spreading throughout the chamber and into the hallway. 2:41 | Shadows belonging to an unrecognized type of entity appear throughout Segment YELLOW. 2:42 | The ceiling of Segment GREEN begins to crumble. 2:44 | Object "The Arbiter" bursts into Chamber 0001, consuming the mechanisms comprising Object "In Progress." It continues to use the sharp digits of its right appendage to inscribe the word "VILE" in large lettering across the far wall, before leaving to once again roam the facility. 2:45 | Object "Sword of Damocles" glows a bright red hue as it accelerates. 2:46 | Object "Reverse Engineering" begins to unfurl. The scroll continues to expand exponentially, with glyphs and images displayed in drastically different ways from standard modes of written language. The sheet eventually displays a black charcoal background with many white dots spread across it. A bright white light is emitted from both the scroll and the Central Reactor. 2:48 | The floor of Segment WHITE begins to tremor. 2:49 | The canines comprising Object "Relief" return to Chamber 5401, with the carrier releasing the photograph from its mouth. They proceed to rummage through the pile of steel and glass, eventually reaching a variety of electronic devices in the center, which are then pushed directly onto the photograph. Each component transposes through the image as it makes contact, rematerializing directly beneath Object "A Fate That Befalls You" in Chamber 4529. A bright white light is emitted from both the hand and the Central Reactor. 2:50 | Entities composing Object "Lost Voices" stumble into the pool of gas released by Object "Ideas Sleep Furiously," causing all figures to suddenly stare up at the ceiling. They proceed to run through the halls of the facility with seeming intent. 2:51 | Object "Fractals Above" falls through the chute present in Chamber 9928, landing directly on the record player. A song composed of acoustic guitars, faint rhythmic patterns, hushed whispers, and light bells begins to play. 2:52 | The cadaver constituting Object "Serenity" begins to rapidly ascend through the layers of soil and rock above, before slowly disintegrating. In Chamber 8124, The light constituting Object "Kether" grows significantly brighter temporarily. The call of a trumpeter swan can be heard throughout the facility. A bright flash of light is emitted from the Central Reactor, as it begins to slowly spin. Above: SCP-7379's Central Reactor mid-activation event. 2:56 | Object "The Arbiter" and Object "Sword of Damocles" both reach Segment GREEN simultaneously. The automaton opens its jaw as the satellite rapidly approaches, though it detonates seconds before consumption. Dozens of various machines are shot vast distances out from the chest of Object "The Arbiter" as it explodes. 2:57 | The rebar formerly present within Object "In Memoriam" begins to glow a golden hue as it flies out from Object "The Arbiter," piercing cleanly through several walls before falling into the ravine within Chamber 2185. A flash of golden light is emitted from the pit, filling the entirety of the chamber. The silhouette of a human figure can be seen rising from the center, hung by rope wrapping around its neck. A similar hue is emitted from the Central Reactor, as its rotation begins to accelerate. 3:00 | Several vaguely humanoid statues begin to rise through the pipes present in Chamber 3909, filling Object "The Producer." A bright blue light is continuously released from the machine as its contents are incinerated. The Central Reactor further accelerates, heating up rapidly as it rotates. 3:01 | The mechanisms comprising Object "In Development" begin to emit a bright purple hue. A small mechanical arm reaches out from the pile, slowly moving throughout the halls of the facility. 3:37 | The mechanical arm produced by Object "In Development" reaches Chamber 5490, and proceeds to grasp onto Object "Staff of Hermes." It clenches the object tightly for several seconds, before finally taking the end of the pole and shoving the sphere into the floor with immense force, shattering it. A blinding purple light fills the entirety of the facility. 3:40 | All recording devices simultaneously go offline. Three-Forty-One in the Morning | The sign is sealed. Ruins of the aberrant break into the concrete world of Man. At 3:41 on 21 August 1991, SCP-7379 completed activation. Concordantly, an extradimensional ontohazard believed to have manifested in baseline reality immediately prior11 was instantly neutralized. Had the entity remained at stability with baseline reality for even seconds more without Foundation attention, containment specialists theorize, a catastrophic breach of normalcy would have occurred. Above: Wreckage of concrete and rebar emerges from beneath Scranton following the activation of the Central Reactor. The following morning, a document was found in the paper tray of a fax machine in Site-7379's storage room A-76, despite no evidence on record suggesting any transmissions to or from the area had occurred. A transcript of said message for personnel of appropriate clearance has been attached below. Issue a general notice from the DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMALITIES to the SCP FOUNDATION indicating Abnormality-001 has been successfully activated. Stages of the object's general operandus occurred in correct sequence, appended as such: ☑ Detection of ontological distortion. ☑ Target lock for normality protocol. ☑ Test of mechanical function. ☑ Test of ritual-thaumatological function. ☑ Test of ritual-ontological function. ☑ Initiation of sacrament. ☑ Initiation of causality analog. ☑ Initiation of synchronicity analog. ☑ Invocation of superreal favor. ☑ Mass incineration of futile objects. ☑ Central Reactor achieved completion. ☑ Natural law simulated by Central Reactor. ☑ Ontokinetic law simulated by Central Reactor. ☑ Suppression of ontokinetic law by natural law at activation of Central Reactor. ☑ Artifact protocol applied correction to target. 9927/9927 objects deployed in total; 9927/9927 necessary functions completed. Abnormality-001 readied at 02:18 hours since instantiation of anti-abnormalcy function. Target ontological aberrance annihilated or suppressed; anomalous properties neutralized, normality-consistent levels restored to distorted area. 1/1 abnormalities resolved. Normality reinstituted. Redesignation to SCP-001 is pending. Footnotes 1. Subterranean Center for Reality-Armoring Negational Tasks and Ontokinetic Neutralization 2. (see: History) 3. Though not constructed as such, Site-7379’s tunnel system has often been subject to topological spatial distortion by SCP-7379 since 1972, making the plotting of a coherent path at times difficult. 4. An early and now outdated pseudo-Reality Anchor model manufactured at the James Anderson Factory in the early 20th century. Structurally, Anderson Anchors are beryllium cages holding the preserved and thaumomechanically-augmented body of a ritually-sacrificed ontokinetic individual in stasis fluid. 5. The updated model of the Scranton Reality Anchor. Notably, was not yet invented in 1972. 6. See: History 7. It should be noted that the first two characters of “Abnormalities” are significantly faded in relation to the other lettering. 8. As designated by a small plaque adjacent the doorway. It should be noted that no Corridor-17A, or B, has been discovered. 9. As recorded by cameras installed immediately following the prior activation event. 10. Empty. 11. See: UAE-8091. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7379" by Some Reference, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7379. Licensed under CC-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-7380, tools retracted. Item №: SCP-7380 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7380 is currently uncontained. An aquatic anomaly containment cell has been prepared at Site-58 in advance of SCP-7380’s capture. Said cell is filled with saltwater, and is equipped with heavy-duty steel plating and a pumping/drainage system to modulate internal water levels. It should be noted that the cell is only a preliminary measure, intended to facilitate a period of study so that concrete containment procedures may be devised. Recovery of SCP-7380 with remote containment drones is not viable. Accordingly, a Provisional Task Force (PTF Digamma-58) has been formed to repel the attacks of SCP-7380 and work towards containing it. Members of ϝ-58 must be adept in aquatic close-quarters combat. Until more information can be gained, the inhabitants of SCP-7380-Ψ are to be treated as hostile. Description: SCP-7380 is a remotely operated underwater vehicle (ROV) formerly owned by Foundation Site-58.1 Despite being disconnected from Site-58’s power supply and control center, SCP-7380 is fully functional. Furthermore, it has displayed abnormally independent behavior and traits that imply intelligence exceeding its on-board computer’s capacity. SCP-7380 previously belonged to a line of ROVs used mainly for sample collection and scouting operations; it is small, lightweight and highly mobile. As a result, it has thus far escaped all attempts to contain, track or monitor it. Although it has been implanted with GPS trackers in the past, these are consistently disabled through unknown means as soon as line-of-sight with the anomaly is broken. It is theorized that SCP-7380 may use some form of spatial translocation to evade capture and emerge unexpectedly, but this is unconfirmed. SCP-7380 gained its properties during exploration of an unrelated anomaly centralized in a kelp forest. Sr. Researcher Johannah Smith, the ROV operator at the time, described sudden erratic behavior from SCP-7380: It wasn’t responding the way it should have been. I was attempting to collect a specimen from one of the kelp stalks, but the sampling arm kept jittering, and other pieces of equipment would activate even though I hadn’t switched them on myself. It was as if it had a mind of its own. This was followed by a burst of damage readings from SCP-7380’s tether. Surmising that a shark or other aquatic fauna had bitten the cable, Smith attempted to activate defensive measures, but found that her controls were unresponsive. The display appeared to vertically invert and contact with SCP-7380 was lost shortly thereafter. Final image transmitted by SCP-7380. Note the blue glow in the upper-left, source unknown at present. Retrieval teams discovered that the cable had been cleanly severed and SCP-7380 was absent. The matter remained inconclusive until the following week, when SCP-7380 reappeared unexpectedly and attacked a containment team. As personnel were unprepared for its approach, it was successfully able to injure three researchers and put one in critical condition before it could be fought off. Loss of life was narrowly avoided. SCP-7380 has since maintained a pattern of constant hostility against the Foundation. It frequently disrupts Site-58’s operations, specifically impeding efforts to contain unrelated aquatic anomalies. Typically, it will use its manipulators and sampling implements to attack containment personnel or damage their breathing equipment. On several occasions SCP-7380 has itself captured the item that containment personnel were targeting,2 absconding shortly after; the whereabouts of anomalies stolen in this way are unknown. Additionally, SCP-7380 aggressively targets remote vehicles operated by the Foundation. In all observed cases it has rendered such vehicles completely inoperative, scavenging from their remains to augment itself thereafter. This practice has significantly increased its combat capabilities over time; as such, engagement of SCP-7380 with ROVs is suspended indefinitely. It has been noted that in all encounters with SCP-7380, its tether appears to extend infinitely, continuing into the ocean past the limit of visibility. An endpoint to the tether has not yet been found. Addendum 7380-01: Video Footage During a recent engagement with SCP-7380, Foundation technicians accompanying PTF ϝ-58 were temporarily able to reconnect to the on-board video camera of the anomaly. This allowed a portion of SCP-7380’s travel to be recorded after it fled ϝ-58. As a result, an anomalous location tentatively designated SCP-7380-Ψ was discovered. Transcript follows. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Video connection established. SCP-7380 is accelerating away from ϝ-58 operatives; its camera is trained on them at first but swivels around to face the direction of travel. With a burst of speed, it dives into a narrow crevice in the sea floor, trailing its tether behind it. It is at this point that ϝ-58 could not track the anomaly further and were forced to withdraw. Within the crevice, SCP-7380 travels horizontally for roughly twenty-two minutes. It periodically slows to inspect marine life such as shellfish and small crabs, but overall maintains a consistent path. It appears to be following its own tether backwards. Eventually, the crevice takes a sharp downturn, opening into a wider area. SCP-7380 emerges and pans across its surroundings. Based on visual cues, it has traveled from the epipelagic zone into the mesopelagic zone; schools of fish are seen swimming amid expansive fields of kelp. SCP-7380 has drifted to a stop at the edge of a large oceanic trench, into which its tether continues. SCP-7380 angles itself downwards and begins to descend slowly into the trench. Marine life becomes exponentially more common as SCP-7380 travels deeper. The trench walls begin to narrow, creating a densely populated environment which would ordinarily be difficult to navigate — however, marine life ahead of SCP-7380 is parting to let it pass. Visibility worsens, in part due to the sheer volume of organisms. It is at this point that a blue light becomes visible below SCP-7380. Camera feed experiences slight interference. SCP-7380 nears the source of the luminosity: a vertical cave mouth, into which its tether continues. As it passes through, the camera feed inexplicably inverts, accompanied by a sharp decrease in quality. At the forty-minute mark, SCP-7380 emerges into an extremely large space. Exact dimensions are difficult to determine. By all indications, the space appears highly similar to an inverted ocean; the surface of the water is below SCP-7380 and the sea floor extends in all directions above it, rocky and barren. Large quantities of dead fish, species inconclusive, are floating downwards towards the surface. An unknown glowing substance — possibly a bioluminescent microorganism — is suspended in the water. Beyond this, no life is present. SCP-7380 pans its camera in a full circle, revealing that its tether extends off to the right. Also to the right of SCP-7380 is a massive artificial structure, anchored into the inverted sea floor via several support struts. A corroded, barnacle-encrusted hole is visible in the side of the structure, partially obscuring a worn label that reads “85-Ǝ⊥IS” [sic]. The tether of SCP-7380 extends into the hole and out of sight. SCP-7380 approaches the hole in the structure’s side. A large number of blue lights — strongly resembling eyes — are seen emerging within. Video feed is lost. <END TRANSCRIPT> Footnotes 1. A secure site located on the Pacific seafloor. 2. See reports on SCP-████, SCP+█████ for more information. |
SCP-7381 | safe | BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following document contains information detailing capabilities of causing a TK-Class Causal Restructuring Event and is Level 5/7381 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7381 Item#: 7381 Level5 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Does the Black Moon Howl? Only when time stands still. Special Containment Procedures Life Finds a Way The Beginning of History A Glimpse into Infinity Don't Forget What Didn't Happen Chronophobia Fate is a Story Best Not Told Heark-leuseren as seen from Kevlar-31 Special Containment Procedures: When not in use, SCP-7381 should be set to a Gamma Phase to best prevent damages in case of a misfire. SCP-7381 is to be stored in a standard storage locker at Site-41. SCP-7381 is only to be operated by staff ranking Level-3 or above. Containment Update.01 [08/09/2010]: Only trained personnel are allowed to operate SCP-7381. Two Level-4 researchers must supervise SCP-7381-Prime any and all exploration attempts. All recovered objects must be screened for hazardous chemicals before transport to Site-41. SCP-7381 is to be stored in a Level-4 containment chamber. Containment Update.02 [21/06/2011]: A Temporal Relocation Gateway (TRG) between Site-41-Θ and Site-41 is to be maintained at all times. SCP-7381 is not allowed to travel to SCP-7381-Prime under any circumstances. Native SCP-7381-Prime entities are forbidden from traveling through the TRG. First confirmed sighting of SCP-7381 by BARRIER Unit-07 Upkeep of a TRG to SCP-7381-Prime is deemed a Level-A priority. Containment Update.03 [U N K N O W N]: SCP-7381 is to be stored in a memetically ceiled containment locker in Area-09 of Site-41. Any individual wishing to gain access to SCP-7381 must first acquire written approval by a member of the O5-Council. Department heads at Site-41 are given veto power for such requests no matter the circumstance. Using SCP-7381 to access SCP-7381-Prime should not be attempted under any circumstance. Should any unauthorized persons be seen in possession of SCP-7381, guards are to disarm said individual immediately, and all means of disarmament are authorized, including lethal force. Description: SCP-7381 is a device of extraterrestrial origin with a shape and composition reminiscent of an assault rifle. SCP-7381 has a barrel in the form of a two-tined prong with a reflective red surface. In place of stock is a dense series of pipeworks arranged in an asymmetrical format. On top of the receiver is a reflective touchpad. The touchpad is moist to the touch. When pressed down by a living organism, SCP-7381 will activate. No recoil is felt by the user when fired no matter the setting assigned to SCP-7381. SCP-7381 lightly vibrates at all times and does not appear to power down. Attempts to disassemble SCP-7381 have failed. How exactly SCP-7381 is powered is under investigation. SCP-7381 Phases Below the touchpad is a gray monochrome dial that can be rotated to one of three settings. The settings have been classified as “phases,” with a marking at each point on the dial. The effects of each phase are as follows: Phase Effect Alpha An invisible and inaudible force is released from the two-tined prong. All matter within a 250-centimeter radius of the target location will dematerialize. No burn marks or other forms of residue are present. What happens to matter affected by an Alpha Phase is unclear. Beta1 When fired on a solid surface no smaller than one meter in radius, the target location will change to have a liquid texture and exude a dull purple coloration. When fired a second time, onto a surface fitting the criteria, a Temporal Relocation Gateway (TRG) will occur linking both locations. Any object put through one end will relocate at the other end. The TRG will dematerialize after ten minutes. Subjects who walk through the TRG claim to smell a strong aroma similar to that of copper. Firing SCP-7381 at a living organism or a non-flat surface will have no effect. Gamma Two fluorescent balls of light will materialize at the ends of the prongs. The light created has been documented to shine at 90 lumens. SCP-7381: UPDATE [08/08/2010] SCP-7381 has the capabilities to create a TRG far stronger than initially documented. If SCP-7381 is fired once in a Beta Phase and the resulting TRG is fired upon while in an Alpha stage, a new TRG will form. This TRG is linked to a location classified as SCP-7381-Prime [See SCP-7381-PRIME]. The resulting TRG lasts ten minutes and is linked to the same location regardless of where it is positioned on our end. SCP-7381-PRIME Note: Beyond this point all references to a Temporal Relocation Gateway (TRG) are referring to the access point between Earth and SCP-7381-Prime. Analysis of the galaxies visible in the sky has determined SCP-7381-Prime to be a planet located in the NGC 4388 Galaxy, an estimated 65.1 million light-years from Earth. The planet orbits 12-Euclidean, a B-type main-sequence star. SCP-7381-Prime is 1.6 the size of Earth with a gravity level of 10.23m/s2. SCP-7381-Prime is tidally locked to 12-Euclidean leaving the area around the TRG in a state of constant twilight with an average temperature of 18oC. Most of SCP-7381-Prime is barren and devoid of life with the exception of the 150-kilometer Terminator Zone2. A plethora of unique species have been documented in the terminator zone, with most being found in the forest around Base Valley. [See Addendum 7381.02]. Oxygen, argon, and carbon dioxide comprise 98% of the atmosphere, with the remaining 2% comprised of other inert chemicals. Remnants of a Type One civilization3 known as the "Valterians" are present throughout the star system. Initial assessment of the environment lead to the belief that the civilization had died out three million years ago due to a WK-Class Mass Extinction Event. It was later discovered that thousands had survived in cryogenic sleep where they laid dormant for millions of years until their accidental reawakening by the SCP Foundation. [See Addendum 7381.03] The structures that were built during the height of the civilization have all been destroyed due to erosion and lack of care. That is with the exception of two locations of interest. The first location is a large city located 4.5 kilometers away from Base Valley. This city is known as "Heark-leuseren" by the Valterians. The city has been able to remain intact due to the presence of hundreds of small robots that roam the city. These robots measure one meter in height and roll around via the use of a sphere. They are non-sentient and are only able to complete menial tasks such as polishing windows, fixing cracks in floors, fixing broken windows, etcetera. The second notable location is a large structure classified as "The Monolith." The Monolith is a massive superstructure measuring 540 meters above ground and extending for over 20 kilometers beneath the surface. The area around the Monolith is covered in high levels of radiation making exploration difficult. It is unknown how the Monolith has been able to remain intact with zero signs of erosion. Addendum 7381.01: Initial Exploration A clay tablet was discovered several feet from the TRG. The following is a rough translation of what was inscribed. None go quietly into the night [ They | It | All ] do not want the stars to shine You can not go quietly into the night Koru sents their [ Deference | Memory | Salutation ] Why must you go quietly into the night Nothing is too great to keep the nights turning I love you Addendum 7381.02: Exploration Log-03 Exploration Log.7381-03 Exploration Team: Kevlar-31 Assigned Personnel: Kevlar-31 Small aerial drone manufactured by the Switzerland military in 2007. The following is a transcript of an ariel drone sent to observe the forest surrounding Base Valley. Because Kevlar-31 can only reach maximum heights of 400 meters, the research team piloting Kevlar-31 was forced to fly under the tree line. 00:00:01 Kevlar-31 begins its ascension. Site-41-Θ construction teams are visible working around the TRG. Without warning the TRG disappears. None of the construction workers appear phased by this. 00:00:05 The TRG reappeared. 00:00:25 Kevlar-31 began its path northwards. 00:03:23 The tops of trees become visible in the distance. 00:08:51 The sounds of wildlife begin to be picked up by the microphone. Small animals can be seen moving between low-hanging vines. 00:09:32 Kevlar-31 is flown into the tree line. Overall visibility decreased and headlights were turned on. 00:09:57 Ten squid-like entities come into view perched along a tree branch devoid of leaves. The entities had their tentacles wrapped around one another in a circle. 00:10:06 The entities turned toward Kevlar-31. The flock released a loud cry4 and rapidly rotating their tentacles until they were airborne. The flock proceeded to fly into a hole in an adjacent tree. (Researchers attempted to fly Kevlar-31 close to different animals on numerous occasions. Each time the animals would run away before Kevlar-31 could get close.) 00:14:03 Kevlar-31 was brought down toward the surface floor. The ground was covered with dense foliage. No animal was seen on the forest floor at any point during the recording. High Biodiversity and its Limitations Walter Jha The TRG that links us to SCP-7381-Prime is located in the very heart of Base Valley which itself is surrounded on all fronts by a forest of truly astonishing immesity. To date, all of the animals discovered have been cold-blooded and possess a triad of eyes. In the back of the eyes are bioluminescent glands that are able to glow at various degrees of luminosity. It's intriguing how such animals are able to see with such accuracy despite such light being limited to Earth biology. The Euli are the most common creature found on SCP-7381-Prime. These are carnivorous animals that have an outward appearance of blue grass. The Euli have thousands of small teeth on the edges of their skin latching onto anything that they can. These animals can eat through almost any material with the exception of leather. They are found throughout the terminator zone with the exception of forested areas. The Euli act as a natural barrier of sorts for other animals preventing the intermingling of species even if they are only separated by as little as 10 meters of Euli-covered land. The likelihood of life originating on a tidally locked planet is entirely feasible, as long as high amounts of carbon, along with liquid water are present, life should find a way. But life isn't just present on SCP-7381-Prime, it is thriving. The remnants of the civilization that once stood here extend even into the "hot eye"5 of the planet, which should not be possible. The weather and temperatures in this region should be too extreme for organisms to survive, yet here we find ourselves. It could be possible that the life present on SCP-7381-Prime is nothing like Sol, HIP 56948, or Mu-6, and could in fact be entirely anomalous themselves. (Note: No animal was observed on the surface floor at any point in the footage. Biodiversity at surface level was minimal with only three species of trees and shrubbery present.) 00:16:58 Kevlar-31 was brought back to maximum altitude. 00:39:12 Two creatures can be seen standing motionless atop a thick branch 300 meters above the ground. The figure on the left had red hair and was almost identical to a monkey except for two large antlers affixed to its head. The creature on the right looked indistinguishable from a fox with a white coat. The two creatures did not flee when Kevlar-31 approached. 00:41:46 Without warning, the simian creature leaped forwards, bounding charged at the vulpine entity. The vulpine remained motionless on the branch as the simian closed the gap between the two. When the simian came within one meter, the vulpine split into two separate creatures, and their appearance changes into beings with black hard shells. Each drops down and hundreds of legs extend, latching onto the simian. The simian claws at the two creatures before being crushed between them. 00:45:27 Once the simian creature has been filled devoured, the two organisms join back together, latching onto each other with several black claws. The vulpine turned towards Kevlar-31 and tilted its head before its appearance changed to match the simian it had just devoured. Time: 01:04:12 00:58:53 The forest begins to lessen in density. Headlights were turned off. 01:01:06 Forest terminated into a plain covered in Euli with parse trees lining the environment. An expansive city with a large structure is seen ahead. 01:10:38 Kevlar-31 flew over the outer wall of the city. No life forms are seen besides Euli that are growing between crevices in the streets. The large structure observed earlier is at the center of the city. It towers hundreds of meters into the air, taller than the trees previously observed. Researchers made several attempts to fly into small structures in the city but were unsuccessful. The glare made it impossible for the camera to observe through the windows. 01:27:19 Small machines could be seen moving through the streets surrounding the central structure. Said machines did not acknowledge Kevlar-31’s presence. 01:28:04 Kevlar-31 reached the edge of the central structure. A large entrance is present but is closed off. Team begins flying Kevlar-31 along the perimeter of the building. 01:28:26 Kevlar-31 shook violently. The camera turned to see a mechanical limb wrapped around the top of the drone. The limb is sticking out from the structure’s wall. 01:28:37 With the assistance of thirteen additional appendages Kevlar-13 is dismantled. Kevlar-13’s parts were carefully undone before being brought into the wall. 01:29:01 The camera is dislodged and falls to the ground. The camera lands in a pile and is facing toward the large central structure. The camera continued to operate for two hours before running out of power. The sounds of objects being dragged could be heard throughout. Does the Black Moon Howl? Only when time stands still. Special Containment Procedures Life Finds a Way The Beginning of History A Glimpse into Infinity Don't Forget What Didn't Happen Chronophobia Fate is a Story Best Not Told Addendum 7381.03: Exploration Log-05 Exploration Log.7381-05 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13 "Manifest Destiny"6 Assigned Personnel: E13-Tango: Hadey Haneph E13-Uniform: Iris Loterdale E13-Victor: Jayce Donavon E13-Whiskey: Shyla Chakrabarti E13-Xray: Olivia Young The following was the first manned exploration of Heark-leuseren and the surrounding city following its discovery [See Exploration Log-03]. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13 was equipped with a rover modified to drive in higher levels of gravity. Initial forty minutes of footage has been cut due to lack of relevancy. Heark-leuseren is able to be captured in full view as MTF Epsilon-13 exit the forest's edge. The terrain is noticeably bumpy causing the car to shake as the team approach. E13-XRAY: Oh wow, that city looks even bigger than in the video huh? E13-TANGO: Yeah seems like it. E13-XRAY: You think there's a reason why everything is so big here? Like the trees are huge, shouldn't that not work like that or something? You know with more gravity and whatnot? E13-VICTOR: I think someone at Site-41 said its a survival mechanism. The trees gotta grow taller than other trees so it isn't in the shade. Since the sun- Sorry, since the "star", is set in a fixed position, if the tree is in the shade, it's going to stay in the shade and die. E13-XRAY: Yeah but that doesn't answer my question. Don't trees not grow too high on earth because of gravity or something? E13-WHISKEY: I've learned not to really worry about that kind of stuff. Just imagine the trees are anomalous, makes it easier. Epsilon-13 continues driving towards the city before parking two hundred meters from its perimeter. A twenty-meter tall stone wall now obscures the city from view. A large entrance about ten meters tall is in view, with its two large brass doors open. The Euli near the wall grows to up to 10 meters in height, leaning against the wall which shows signs of deterioration. E13-TANGO: Stay out here Xray. We don't know what's in there. We'll comm you in if we need help or are in trouble. Epsilon-13 walk through the gateway to now be standing on a wide road lined with small buildings ranging in size from one to three stories. The road continues straight for eight kilometers terminating at Heark-leuseren. No living organisms are visible in all directions. Epsilon-13 walk along the central road towards a large central building. During this venture, the team attempted to enter four different buildings and was unsuccessful. After walking for fourteen minutes the team successfully entered a one-story building that was unlocked. The rooms within were fully furnished, but the "furniture" had little resemblance to any furniture made by humans. The most prevalent object was a hollow oval measuring thirty centimeters in height with at least one present in each room. Clay tablets were found in the majority of these ovals with engravings yet to be deciphered. The room found furthest from the front door is taken up by a large network of pipework. Steam can be heard running through the pipes constantly. E13-UNIFORM: Hey, this thing looks kinda cool E13-Uniform touched the pipework causing a light to turn on above the door. A pipe extends itself out from the mass moving to E13-Uniform's mouth. E13-Uniform's eyes widen and he stumbles back before spitting out three red pills. E13-VICTOR: You okay Uniform? E13-UNIFORM: Yeah, I'm okay. That caught me off guard. The pipework begins to expel more pills at a rate of one per two seconds. The team messes around with it, trying to make it stop but after a minute the team gives up, moving on to other rooms in the building. Epsilon-13 exits the building and continue down the central road. The team enters two more buildings with similar architecture to the first as they make their way toward the central structure at the center of the city. After four minutes the team encounters a small robot dragging a bag behind it in the middle of the road. The robot is cubical with a dislodged wheel causing it to be moving in circles. The team stands in front of the robot blocking its path. E13-TANGO: I don't even think this thing is sentient. E13-Tango takes the wheel off of the robot before reimplanting it within two ridges. E13-Tango sets it down onto the floor and the robot starts moving around freely, now balancing on its wheel. The robot grabs the half-empty bag and rolls past the team and down the road. E13-VICTOR: Aww, you fixed it, that's so cute. How'd you know so fast? E13-TANGO: My parents were devout Maxwellians. Despite my efforts to separate from them, a part of their teachings doesn't seem to leave me. I guess it helps though. As the team get closer to the central building, the robots become more common. The robots pay no attention to Epsilon-13 as they cut open a metal gateway surrounding the large central building. The team ascent a large staircase towards a landing with a large front door similar to a Victorian palace. Above the door words are engraved in gold reading, "Heark-leuseren." E13-Tango is the first to step onto the landing at which point a metallic appendage protrudes from the door. The appendage moves to E13-Tango with force, wrapping itself around him and suspending him into the air. E13-TANGO: Shit! E13-Uniform and E13-Whiskey each draw their firearms and proceed to fire several rounds into the appendage. The appendage twitches before being torn from the wall. E13-Tango lands on the landing surrounded by the now limp appendage with a heavy gash in his right arm. E13-TANGO: Thank you. E13-WHISKEY: You okay there boss? You're bleeding. E13-Victor extends a hand to E13-Tango and helps him to his feet. E13-TANGO: I'm fine, it's just a flesh wound. Team try the door and it is locked. They manage to open it after five minutes using a fire ax. Team walks into a large room several stories tall. The ceiling is covered with glass giving them a view of the twilight sky. Seven giant sculptures line the walls, each portraying a unique entity with a body not matching the rest in composition. The room is lit by purple fires that float in mid-air. Everything appears to be clean, with no dust present anywhere. E13-VICTOR: Okay, am I going crazy, or does this statue look familiar? E13-UNIFORM: No not really. Wait. Actually yeah it does, I don't know where though. E13-WHISKEY: That's Rakmou-leusan. E13-UNIFORM: What? Who's that? E13-WHISKEY: They're our salvation. They're the only remaining god of the Koru-teusa. E13-UNIFORM: Wait, that's the Second Hytoth religion isn't it? Don't tell me you actually believe in that stuff? E13-WHISKEY: Please don't patronize my faith like that. E13-Uniform can be seen rolling her eyes and groaning. E13-TANGO: Shut up you two. Let's keep going. Epsilon-13 move deeper into the structure, traversing through several large corridors. The rooms adjacent to the central chamber are filled with sculptures and artwork. As the team moves deeper into the building, more advanced technology becomes available, with iron and bronze taking the place of stone and marble. On the fourth floor, the team comes across a massive diamond cube floating several meters above the ground in a dimly light room four stories high. Beneath the machine is a metallic terminal with four buttons. The diamond cube is covered in symbols on all sides. In the center of each face is a seven-tipped star, identical to the one on the doorway to the Monolith. The cube rotates at a slow constant rate glowing a dim pulsating yellow. Team dispersing around the room, inspecting the surrounding architecture and central cube. E13-Tango approaches the terminal below the central cube. Heavy dust is present on the terminal and E13-Tango blows the dust off. The terminal blinks to life, now protecting a holographic password system, similar to the ones found within the Monolith. E13-Tango puts his left arm through the hologram with no effect, he then raises his right arm into it because his hand freezes and the hologram turns a shade of red. and presses his hands against the machine. A loud alarm is heard when E13-Tango rests his right arm against it. E13-Tango attempts to move his arm but appears unable to do so. His right arm slams down onto the terminal with great force. E13-UNIFORM: Fucking hell Tango, what was that for? You made me jump. E13-TANGO: I-I didn't do that! Syringes and wires protrude from the terminal injecting themselves into the open wound present on E13-Tango's arm. Blood can be seen being drawn out. The floating cube lets out a loud noise and begins to spin slightly faster. Other members of Epsilon-13 can be seen drawing their firearms. E13-UNIFORM: What did you do!? E13-VICTOR: Oh shit! E13-TANGO: Help! I can't move my arm! The floor underneath the cube opens up and a target mechanical device rises until it connects with the cube causing it to cease rotation. The walls surround agent Tango and the terminal. An orange liquid substance begins to fill the new container that E13-Tango is now within. E13-Tango is seen thrashing violently during the entire process and blood is seen being extracted via the syringes. Outside, of this, large orange and red liquids can be seen filling in the crevises that line the cube, and the cube vibrates lightly. After fourteen seconds the walls open up and E13-Tango is ejected back into the chamber, no longer attached to the terminal. E13-WHISKEY: Xray! Xray, come in! Start the car, there's been a situation! The lower sides of the cube open up. creating a ramp down to the floor. Heavy amounts of smoke pour out from within the side. MTF members each begin backing away slowly with the exception of E13-Tango who lies on the floor. Two entities emerge from the smoke. Addendum 7381.04: The Valterians - (GOI-1739) The Valterian are a species of non-anomalous extraterrestrials indigenous to SCP-7381-Prime. According to them, the Valterian had existed for over a million years a before a WK-Class (Mass-Extinction Event) took place causing the death of an estimated 97% of all life in the solar system. Only a few Valterians were able to survive by hiding with a machine capable of reducing the passage of time within it to almost absolute zero. They remained in this state for millions of years until interference by the SCP Foundation. Church of the Second Hytoth inisgnia The Valterian are devout followers of the Church of the Second Hytoth with their machines built around following religious practices. The Valterian participate in systematic bloodletting rituals on a "daily" basis. All of the machines used by the Valterian are powered by blood. A single gram of blood roughly equates to 2.5 hours of energy. The Valterian claim to be the children of Uron-leusan, "The Holy Second." Church of the Second Hytoth The Church of the Second Hytoth is an intergalactic religion accounting for 8% of all known extraterrestrial life. Followers of the faith believe that the initial universe was destroyed by entities known as the "Voru" and the universe we live in now is the second universe or the "Second Hytoth" which was created by a nameless creature whose current whereabouts are unknown. Seven powerful entities are said to have risen to prominence to protect the Second Hytoth. These seven entities would come to form the "Koru-teusa." Religious practices emphasize the importance of blood-letting rituals as a way to feed the Koru-teusa so they can protect the universe. At present, all but one of the gods, "Rakmou-leusen" have died out, with the most recent being The Holy Sixth in 2000. Followers believe beings known as the "Voruteut" are constantly trying to invade our universe as a means of escaping the Voru. These entities cause great harm to our universe and it is the job of the Koru-teusa to stop them from invading. The upper body of the species is cylindrical in shape, with a singular large eye present at the top of the body giving access to 360o vision. The Valterian has 12 total appendages with four functioning as legs with the other eight acting as arms. The lower pair of arms are solely used for feeding. Its mouth is located at the bottom of the body around the legs. The upper two pairs of arms are used for handling tools, fighting, climbing, etcetera. The Valterians stand at an average height of three meters. Around the core of the upper torso is a sharp reflective disk that is impeded into their bodies. Valterians purposefully cut themselves with the disk to perform bloodletting rituals. This disk was not a result of natural evolution and was instead a result of genetic modifications to allow easier access to blood-letting rituals. The Valterian communicate using high-frequency emotional wavelengths. The vast difference in communication between humans and Valterians has made use of KELs7 (Kondraki Emotional Links) a necessity. The Valterian have been cooperative with the Foundation, expressing interest in learning about our world and the state of the universe at large. Foundation linguists are currently working alongside the Valterian to translate the written language of "Koreadi"8 into English. Addendum 7381.05: Exploration Log 7381-08 and Recovery Does the Black Moon Howl? Only when time stands still. Special Containment Procedures Life Finds a Way The Beginning of History A Glimpse into Infinity Don't Forget What Didn't Happen Chronophobia Fate is a Story Best Not Told Exploration Log.7381-08 Exploration Team Mobile Task Force Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" Assigned Personnel: B07-November: Colin Bain B07-Oscar: Reagan Rusak B07-Papa: Rem Tanaka B07-Quebec: Emmanuel Bal The following was the first exploration attempt into the Monolith. Footage was taken from the body camera attached to 07-November. Initial 15 minutes of footage have been cut due to lack of relevance. The Monolith comes into view as Beta-7 reach the crest of a hill. Team stops momentarily to collect samples before descending towards the structure. The Euli population around the Monolith does not appear any different than in other regions of Base Valley. B07-OSCAR: Damn, they really weren’t kidding when they said that this thing was big. That’s gotta be like 700 meters tall, definitely bigger than the Burj Khalifa. B07-PAPA: First off, the Burj is over 800 meters tall. Second, they already told us, this thing’s about 540 meters tall. Were you even paying attention in the orientation? B07-OSCAR: Well I stand by what I said, this thing is huge. Beta-7 reach the base of the Monolith. 07-November raises the camera upwards in an attempt to record its size. The peak is unable to be seen on the footage. B07-NOVEMBER: Hmm, there doesn't seem to be any entryways on this side. Okay, let's collect some samples before we try to find an entrance. B07-Quebec rests a hand against the Monolith before jumping back. B07-QUEBEC: Ow! That thing stung!? This suit’s like five inches thick or something! How did hurt!? Beta-7 collect samples of the soil and carefully extracts a Euli before following along the perimeter of the Monolith. No crevices or dents are visible at any point on the exterior. Beta-7 continued like this until finding an alternation on the northern wall. A large door 7 meters in height and 20 meters across comes into view. When approached, a large carving is brought into focus. The carving is a massive 7-pointed star, with more stars forming at the tips, each with 7 points as well. At the center is a crescent shape, with 4 lines pointing downwards that continue until it reaches the end of the frame. The door is flat with no handles or other indents. The only change from the rest of the exterior is a small crevice running from the bottom up through the middle. Attempts to open the door via pushing and pulling result in failure. Contact with the door resulted in agents feeling a moderate electric shock. B07-OSCAR: How old do you think this thing is anyway? B07-PAPA: I’d like to say at least a hundred, but who am I to tell? It’s not our job to ask questions, that’s what the big guys at base do. B07-NOVEMBER: Well this thing isn’t budging. Time for Plan B? B07-QUEBEC presses a large diamond octagon onto the door. The octagon twitches and makes a load-ticking sound before squeezing into the crevice. After four seconds, the octagon expands rapidly, bending the material on the door to form a small pathway. The material is bent at odd angles. B07-PAPA: You really think we should be doing that? It really doesn’t look safe. B07-QUEBEC: We’ll be fine. I use this stuff all the time at Home Improvement. It’s perfectly safe. Beta-7 enters a large dark room. After walking a few steps inside, fluorescent lights flicker to life. A round desk is featured in the center of the room with a sign hanging above it bearing words in an unknown language. No signs of life are present. B07-Oscar jumps over the railing and stands behind the desk. Behind the desk is a network of machinery that when pressed, holographic monitors buzz to life on all sides of the monitor. B07-OSCAR: Do any of you guys know what we’re looking at here? B07-NOVEMBER: It looks like a login page to me. Try typing something in. B07-OSCAR: Yeah, how do I do that exactly? I don’t see a keyboard. Actually, forget that there's only four buttons on this thing. How am I supposed to use it? On the second floor, a working elevator was discovered with over seven hundred buttons arranged in a grid. The buttons were marked with lines. One button is lit up, bearing the markings -II. B07-OSCAR: Seven hundred floors!? There's no way that's possible. Right? This thing didn’t look that tall. B07-QUEBEC: Actually you’d be surprised. Back in Psy-7, I once was in a building with over 700 floors. It was anomalous of course, but still. B07-PAPA: By Mekhane, if I have to hear another Home Improvement story from you! Just press a button! 07-Quebec presses the fourth button on the top row. When the doors to the elevator close, the elevator begins descending. As they descend, the radiation levels found increased at a stable rate. Beta-7 proceeds to investigate the following seven floors at random in descending order. All computer-like machinery functioned identical to the terminal found in the entry room. Excess dialogue cut due to lack of relevance. The elevator door refused to open when attempting to access floors 151-160. When trying to access the 161st floor, the elevator door opened, and Beta-7 was able to leave the elevator. Beta-7 enter into a large circular room lined with machinery. The machinery in this room was all powered on. Glass lines the inner wall of the circle, looking into a chamber with a massive black sphere floating at the center. Above it, a mass of glowing blue materials lines the ceiling. Layers of particles are seen being sucked out of it and into the black sphere. The floor to the camber can not be determined, with it continuing straight down until out of sight. B07-NOVEMBER: What the hell is that thing? B07-OSCAR: It kinda looks like a black hole, don't you think? B07-NOVEMBER: I've seen a black hole before, this looks nothing like it. And if it was, wouldn't we all be dead by now? B07-PAPA: It doesn’t really matter. We’re all still here aren’t we? B07-OSCAR: I- Woah. We aren’t even close to the bottom, are we? How deep do you think goes? B07-QUEBEC: That hole has to be at least a kilometer, probably a lot more than that. Beta-7 search the room over the following ten minutes. Objects were recovered including a small book and a jar willed with a gel solution. At 1:42:51, the room is illuminated with a flash of white light. The point of origin was not directly caught on camera. The light was only present for less than 0.001 seconds. B07-November can be heard cursing during the event and he stumbles over. After a couple seconds, B07-November gets to his feet and turns towards the rest of the room. B07-Oscar is on her knees with her hands rubbing her eyes. B07-NOVEMBER: What the fuck was that!? B07-OSCAR: Ow, that fucking stung! What the hell!? B07-NOVEMBER: Are you alright!? Can you see me?! How many fingers am I holding up? B07-OSCAR: I’m fine! I’m fine… At least I think— Oh my god, Quebec! Camera is rotated 180o towards the western half of the station. B07-Quebec and B07-Papa are seen violently convulsing on the ground. B07-Papa and B07-Quebec Physical Evaluation Dr. Min Conwell During Exploration.03 agents Rem Tanaka and Emmanuel Bal were exposed to a concentrated amount of probability at what we are classifying as the core of the Monolith. While they were left safe from the radiation present in the area, they have been left permanently disabled due to exposure to the core leaving them unable to hear or see properly. While affected persons can still see and hear the world around them, their visual and auditory nerves are being overflowed by high levels of opportunity cost leaving them unable to tell what is real and what is not. Opportunity cost is the probability of something happening and the benefits and disadvantages of any individual action. In reality, we only have one of these events occur, but affected persons of the Monolith's core, are able to see and hear all possible scenarios that could take place. Affected persons appear to have no control over the effect and while not in direct physical pain, are in great discomfort to due their condition. Communicating with Rem Tanaka and Emmanuel Bal directly should not be attempted verbally or through writing. The probability cost of use actually speaking verbally to them is incredibly high and simply thinking of a question will have an opportunity cost high enough that the question will be asked. Attempting to ask questions outright will only make it harder for affected victims to hear an actual question through all the noise. B07-Quebec Interview B07-Papa Interview Site: 41 Interviewer: Dr. Min Conwell Interviewee: Emmanuel Bal (B07-Quebec ) The following interview was conducted days following initial exposure in 07-Quebec's medical room. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Conwell is heard opening and closing the door to the medical room. Emmanuel: Can you please sit down. It's annoying to hear so many footsteps pacing the floor. Dr. Conwell: My apologies. Dr. Conwell can be heard sitting down. Emmanuel: Wow. The probability that you didn't listen to that is almost perfect. I can only see a couple of you still standing and walking around. Thank you. Emmanuel: No, it doesn't really hurt all the time. I've started getting used to it, at least a little. When there's less stuff going on, it's easier to make out the small things. Emmanuel: No, I can still see what's going on, at least I think I can. The problem is, I don't know what's really going on. I assume the real you are probably one of you sitting down right now, and not the ones walking around. Problem is, you all look so real, I have no idea what's real and what's just a possibility. Emmanuel: Even my possible actions I can see, but at least with that I know it's not real. I know where my hands and feet are, so it is easy to distinguish. Emmanuel: What? No, stop talking, too many of you are talking at once, let one person speak at a time. Emmanuel: That includes you, stop talking. Dr. Conwell: What does everything look like? Emmanuel: Um, well it sounds like a large crowd of people trying to all talk over each other. Actually, talking over each other isn't the right phrase actually, because you aren't trying to talk over each other. You're just talking, but you are saying so many words at the same time it doesn't make sense. I don't even know if any of what I am saying is actually responding to what you asked. Haha, I probably definitely not answering your question am I? Emmanuel: Hey, can you at least answer this question for me? Have you guys found a way to fix me? Silence for the following twenty seconds. Dr. Conwell: Um, we are working on it. [END LOG] Site: 41 Interviewer: Dr. Min Conwell Interviewee: Rem Tanaka (B07-Papa) The following interview was conducted days following initial exposure in B07-Papa's medical room. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Conwell is heard sitting down in a chair. Rem: Please shut up. Shut up! Please! Rem: Leave me alone! I-I can’t! Shut up! Dr. Conwell and B07-Papa sit in silence for the following minute. The sound of Rem’s chair creaking against the floorboards can be heard. Rem: Please- I, I can’t. Stop talking. Why won’t you shut up already! It hurts. Just don’t say a word, please. Rem begins to hum loudly to herself. Rem: Thank you. I don’t want to talk to anyone. It hurts. Please take the pencil out of my room. Please, I don’t trust myself to go near it. I keep seeing myself cutting myself with it. I-I don’t know why. I don’t want to hurt myself. B-but maybe I do? Why am I stabbing myself with it so often!? I don’t understand! 07-Papa begins to cry. Rem: Please, stop talking over yourself. What are you even saying? One of you speak at a time, please! Dr. Conwell: How often am I interrupting you? … I’m sorry for… never mind. Rem: Please fix me! I can't keep doing this! I-I'm going to hurt myself, why do I keep hurting myself!? I don't want to! Rem: No, I've never had suicidal thoughts before- oh god! Oh god, what if I did! Oh my god! [END LOG] Notes: A guard should be stationed within Rem Tanaka's room at all times. She is to be under constant surveillance and staff are not to speak with her verbally to prevent unneeded discomfort. She is to be supplied with a daily dose of antidepressants and assigned a therapist. Addendum 7381.06: Continued presence on SCP-7381-Prime The expansion of Site-41-Θ has been suspended indefinitely according to the Euclidean-Sol Cooperation Pact. Heavy Foundation presence on SCP-7381-Prime has been deemed a breach of the Valterians sovereignty and access to self-determination. Access to the Monolith has been restored to the Valterian people and it has been agreed that the Foundation may have free access to the rest of Base Valley and the forest to east. The following is an official statement by the Ethics Committee regarding the situation. The present situation is not that similar to the ones the Europeans dealt during the "Age of Exploration." This species has lived on this planet much longer than we have, even if they might have been dormant for thousands of years, this is still their homeworld and taking the land for ourselves would just be another form of imperialism. This could be the start of our history among the stars, and it is here where we are forced to make the choice to learn either from our past mistakes and allow cooperation and peace to flourish or be another form of imperialistic tyranny. Full access to the Monolith and Heark-leuseren has been given back to the Valterians. This is not a sign of weakness but that of strength. It is harder to give up control than to take it. Addendum 7381.07: Interview Log-09 Interview Log.7381-09 Site: N/A Interviewer: Saul Kagiso Interviewee: Kartheol Farlikithm9 The following log was conducted in the Heark-leuseren capital building. The use of two KELs was ordained for researcher Saul Kagiso and Kartheol Farlikithm. Farlikithm: Ah, you look a little pale today, Kagiso. Have you started to profess your devotion to the Kore-teusa as well? Kagiso: Well, not exactly. As I've said, we aren't rich in blood like you. Using your machines is exhaustive for the human body. Farlikithm: I am sure you will grow accustomed to it. I can assure you, Uron-leusen's will is the cutting edge of progress. Kagiso: Yes. Well I've come to you about the extinction event that ended your species. Were you around during the event? Farlikithm: Yes I was. I saw it unfold before my eyes. I don't like to think about it. Kagiso: Oh, I'm sorry if that brought back troubling memories. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Farlikithm: I don't think there is much to say really. Uron-leusen loved us in so many ways. Allowing ourselves to becomst to the ultimate sword was destined to happen. We worked for generations to grace Uron-leusen with it's might to that she could strike down the Voru-teut. It was mear chance that it didn't work. Kagiso: You mean you build a weapon for Uron to fight the Voru? I'm sorry, I don't think I'm following here. Our records show that Uron died in a battle with Eov-leusen. What did you make for her? There is silence for the following ten seconds. Kagiso: Did you hear me? Farklikithm: Eov-leusen was there yes, but it wasn't like that. I was there, I saw the Voruteut rise with the sacrosanct. The hoards of those savages crossed through the fabrics as if it wasn't there. It was a mess, the hoards had never opened within solid matter before, they had only formed in empty space. I guess it was just by chance that it happened to Uron-leusen's grand design. The Voruteut are savages, they do not follow our rules; the whole system became their breeding ground. Farkikithm: When Uron-leusan arrived, I saw anger in her eyes. Not at me or my people, but at those savages. The solar winds burned with such intensity in her wake. I told Rymallia that it would be alright, that I'd save her, but she turn away from me. I can not remember what she said, but what I remember is that it filled me with relief. Kagiso: Are you saying it was Uron that caused the destruction of your people? Farkikithm: What? No, that is not close to what happened at all. As the bastion of triumph, Uron-leusan only did what had to be done. Before she went into the fray, she went to us and warned of the storm. She gave us her teachings and tools; she trusted our devotion. That alone is why we stand once more with you today. She saved our lives. Kagiso: What exactly were her teachings? I don't want to be rude, but everything you're telling me is just cryptic non-answers. There is silence for the following twenty seconds. Farkikithm: You know. This planet wasn't always tidally locked. UPDATE: TK-CLASS CAUSAL RESTRUCTURING EVENT Addendum 7381.08: 7381- TK-Class Causal Restructuring Event Between 14/05/2011 and 16/06/2011, an acute TK-Class Causal Restructuring Event across the entire universe. During the event, an estimated 36 hours of time was lost causing the displacement of all reality to its position 36 hours in the past. Foundation XACTS and SRAs appeared to have no effect in mitigating the effects. Despite all events that occurred within the 36-hour period being undone, all living organisms retained complete memory of what had happened during the missing time. Compounds of ENUI-5 were released across the globe to mitigate damages. An investigation was launched to certain the cause of the TK Class Event. Research finds by the Research and Containment Team Δt found a link between SCP-7381-Prime and the TK-Class Event. The following documents have been included below due to their heavy relation to SCP-7381. Investigative Documentation: The following are notable documents recorded during the investigation of the acute TK-Class Causal Restructuring Event. Exploritory Investigative Interview/:S41Θ/Log.7381.03 Exploration Team: N/A Assigned Personnel: Thaddeus Xyank Athena Anastasakos The following interview was taken in the Heark-leuseren capital building. Interview was a part of the TK-Event investigative project. Footage was caught on Dr. Anastasakos's body camera. Dr. Anastasakos, Dr. Xyank, and two Valterians are seated around a large metallic table. Several empty seats rest around the table. In the middle of the table is a mirror that is reflecting the mosaic ceiling out of view of the camera. The Valterian seated directly across from Dr. Anastaskos stands up holding of her eight arms up into the air. She then brings her hand down and imbeds her hand into her central disk. She holds the arm back up as if presenting it to an audience. The hand has a deep cut and is covered in blood. Blood pours down onto the table causing the glass across the table to glow. The Valterian puts her bloodied hand on the table and a blue holographic map of a galaxy materializes above the table. Valterian-01: Now, as you can see here, the situation is rather bleak. That is why we have turned to her grace to guide us through these hardships. Dr. Xyank: This is a map of NGC 4388 right? Valterian-01: If you mean Eden's Pasture then yes. This is our galaxy. Dr. Anastasakos: What is it that we are supposed to be looking at here? It's just a galaxy. The Valterian squeezes her hand and the holographic image expands in size, zooming in partially on the galaxy. Valterian-01: Look, see all of those black spots, that's the part of the system that's been taken by the Voruteut. Valterian-02: By Koru-teusa, it is even worse than I remember it. And after all Uron-leusan sacrificed to stop it. Dr. Anastasakos: I'm sorry, who are we talking about? The Voruteut? Dr. Xyank: It's the Second Hytoth religion, Athena. The Voruteut are their enemy. Valterian-02: No the Voruteat are not our enemy. They are the enemy to all of all things in the Hytoth, including you. The Voruteut are the scourge, their presence will only bring the end of days. They try to flee to our reality, but it is not possible. Their very presence hurts our universe, and if let unchecked, they will destroy the Second Hytoth and it will fall back into the Voru. They can't be allowed to exist. Valterian-01: That is why they must be undone, now do you understand? Dr. Anastasakos: No not really. Where are we in this? Dr. Xyank: By we, she's referring to your planet, not ours. The Valterian makes a hand gesture with her bloodied hand. Specs of blood fly across the table landing right in front of Dr. Anastasakos. The holographic image zooms in on a brand of stars with a cloud of darkness. The Valterian points towards the spot with her lower set of arms. Valterian-01: We are right there. Dr. Xyank: What? Wouldn't that put us right in the middle of the infestation? Valterian-02: Correct. Xyank: Um, well where are they? Why aren't they attacking us? Valterian-02: They can not touch us, Uron-leusan still imposes her will upon the fabrics of reality. Dr. Anastasakos: I thought you said she was dead. Valterian-02: That she is, I'm afraid. But she still clings to us through the Monolith. It was her final bastion before the destruction. She clings to us from the Eitoth. Valterian-03: She was always the resilient of the Koru-leusen, always fighting. Even in death, she doesn't seem to have given up. Valterian-01: But she will not need to fight for those bindings anymore, we will undo what has been done. The fate of the Second Hytoth is within our grasp. We have the power to save everything. Dr. Xyank: That can not be possible, you'd be messing with over three million years of spacetime. That's paradoxical, it would be the end of everything. Valterian-01: Oh, I assure you, it is not a paradox in any way. The Valterian clenches her eight hands together into a ball before slamming them against the table. The hologram flickers for a moment and then disappears. The mosaic ceiling can be seen in the glass reflection. Valterian-01: Let us move on shall we? I believe the cathedral is next on our list of destinations is it not? Investigation Interview/:S41Θ/Log.7381.08 Thaddeus Robspierre Xyank Site: 41-Θ Interviewer: Saul Kagiso + Thaddeus Xyank Interviewee: Kartheol Farlikithm Kagiso: Morning Kartheol, sorry for this abrupt meeting again, it's out of my control. Xyank: What exactly were you hoping to accomplish tomorrow? Farlikithm: We haven't done anything, you aren't making sense. Xyank: Listen, you've already told me this story four times. I can keep redoing this interview as many times as I need to. How exactly does the Monolith affect time? Kagiso: Mr. Xyank, I really don't think this will go anywhere. I've gotten to know Kartheol quite well. He only wants what's best for us. Xyank: I really don't care how important the building is to your religion, but time is fragile, you need to tell your people to stop. Farlikithm: Listen I really don't think you understand the importance of our work. Your species never knew the universe as it was before Uron-leusen came to pass. We've looked into the Heark and we have seen what will come. It is nothing but chaos and the void. The Voruteat can not be held at bay by Rakmou-leusan alone. The probability of our destruction rests too high from our inaction is just too high. We need to strive for perfection, for all creatures great and small. Xyank: This is time you are talking about. What's done is done, it is pointless to mess with what has already happened, it only leads to more problems. Farlikithm: Well if that's the case, then why do you keep doing it? ◑ Δt-Document Sink SCP-7381 Temporal Investigation Report Thaddeus Xyank This file has been locked with a Δt-temporal sink to prevent alterations from external forces. It has been confirmed that on 14/05/2011, the Valterians used a device known as The Monolith to cause a TK-Class Causal Restructuring Event on a universal scale. At the Monolith's core is an anomaly that functions similar to a black hole but with a limited range preventing its destruction. The superstructure is able to accomplish this by using several interconnected parts to control and manufacture large concrete proportions of probability and opportunity cost. The superstructure is able to tap into the blackhole forcing it to enter an active state wherein, the interconnected probabilistic alternatives will be forced into the main sequence of time resulting in artificially created "temporal overflow." This temporal overflow is unstable allowing all opportunistic costs to be equally real and concrete. Once this is accomplished the time present at the moment will be rendered null and the erasure of said spacetime. The nullification of spacetime results in all the time involved inherently being erased from existence causing all of present reality to be forced back to a new point in time where the nullification ceases. In laymen's turns, it rewinds time. How exactly the superstructure is immune to it's own effect is unclear. While this form of temporal manipulation is highly advanced and complicated to pull off, it is entirely paradox-proof and in theory safe from any ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenarios if operated correctly. While paradox free the actual effects it has on reality are severe. Once the time is rendered null we are unable to ever get it back. Nobody should be able to remember any of the events that occurred during those days, but here we are, with those memories still around. This could mean that there is a flaw in the Monolith's functionality, and it could not be a complete nullification of time. If that is the case, then continued use of the Monolith could cause temporal overflow to continue unchecked which would result in a ceasing of the forward momentum of time and would cause a ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario. I am aware it is against standard protocol here at the Foundation, but I do not want to test our luck with something of this scale. Addendum 7381.09: TK-Class Causal Restructuring Event 02 On UNKNOWN Group of Interest 1739 (The Valterians), caused a massive TK-Class Causal Restructuring Event which caused the erasure of over two months. The massive difference in time and memory strain has resulted in the deaths of 400 million10 humans around the world with over one billion individuals left injured. Research and Containment Team Δt has confirmed that GOI-1739 is responsible for the event. When confronted the Valterians admitted to being the cause of the event. GOI-1739 has claimed full responsibility for the event and has presented clear intent for future events and has been upgraded to a Class-A threat to normalcy and humanity at large. Efforts to gain full control of the Monolith, the root cause of the TK-Class events, are being undertaken. Diplomates have also been dispatched to try and have peaceful negotiation hearings with the Valterians. Interview 7381-25 Site: 41-Θ Interviewer: Koru Archpriest Farah Onteus11 Interviewee: Kartheol Farlikithm Farlikithm: Hello to you brother. The Koru-teusa shine brightly on us today do they not? Farah Onteus: Yes, Rakmou-leusan is holding strong, and he will continue to do so for many years to come. Listen, brother, do not go down this path. Uron-leusen has been dead for many long millennia, we have done fine without her. Rakmou-leusan is all we need. Thirty seconds of silence. Farah Onteus: I know it is hard to go on, believe me. I struggle to go on day by day knowing how much Rakmou-leusan is suffering. I fear the day he can not go on. But that day will never come, not if we stick together. Farlikithm: You speak such hollow words brother. Farah Onteus: I- Farlikithm: I can hear it in your voice. Your blood, we don't think he can go on. Be honest with me. Farah Onteus: I-I don't really have a choice. I have to believe that Rakmou-leusan can continue, we all must. Farlikithm: No! No we do not have to believe! We can make it certain, don't you see! We can bring her back! We could bring them all back! Farah Onteus: Please, you can't hundreds, billions of people will die. And I am not just talking about my Hateful Star, Koru-teusa's children! This is countless generations across the universe, gone! Farlikithm: Answer me this, do you love the Second Hytoth more than yourself? More than your children? Farah Onteus: Of course I do, it is where I have been raised, it is the garden in which we all prosper! Farlikithm: Then you know exactly why this must be done. We both have seen what the Voruteut can do, what they have done. If we stay on this path. All will be lost within a few billion years. We both know this is true. The Hytoth is dying, it is so evident, the cracks form every stellar wind, and Rakmou-leusan can't do it alone. But brother, it doesn't need to go on like this. Bringing her grace back is the only path to salvation. As long as Uron-leusen and her allies stand firm. The Second Hytoth will continue to prosper! Farah Onteus: I-is it really possible? Can you really bring Uron-leusen back? Farlikithm: Yes I can. I promise. Addendum 7381.10: Forceful Occupation of The Monolith In light of recent events, Site-41-Θ has been disbanded. All SCPs, staff, and recovered artifacts stored in Site-41-Θ have been relocated to Site-41. The continued upkeep of a TRG between Earth and SCP-7381-Prime has been discontinued. Mission Log.7381.01 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Lambda-10 "Noblemen" Assigned Personnel: L10-Alpha: Shavez Antar L10-Bravo: Samantha Green L10-Charlie: Owen Smith L10-Delta: Nobu Masuda L10-Echo: Damien Emerson The following was the squadron sent in to seize control over the Monolith after new containment orders were issued. The following footage was taken from L10-Bravo's body camera. The Monolith comes into view as Lambda-10 reaches the crest of the hill. A large group of Valterians can be seen walking toward the Monolith along with a line of small machines. L10-Delta turns the car so that is heading towards the group of Valterians instead of the Monolith. L10-CHARLIE: What the hell are those things? Robots? I thought these were actual people. L10-DELTA: They are people, those robots are like pack mules for them, nothing to worry about. See those people over there? That's the Valterians. L10-ALPHA: Bravo hand me the bullhorn will you? L10-BRAVO: That's not going to work. You actually have to be close to someone for the KELs to work. You can't podcast emotions. L10-ALPHA: You're kidding me? Well, how many KELs do we have on us? L10-ECHO: Oh you won't need to worry, we've got five right here, one for each of us. L10-Bravo hands a KEL to each member of Lambda-10 as they approach the Valterians. The car is parked only a few feet in front of the Monolith, now blocking the entrance to the building. L10-Alpha and L10-Charlie drop out of the car, each brandishing an assault rifle. Valterian-01: What is the meaning of this? You are blocking the door to her grace. Valterian-02: Hey! What are you doing here?! This is sacred land! L10-ALPHA: Everything is under control! Please remain calm! This building is being commandeered by SCP Foundation. No civilians are allowed inside at this time. L10-CHARLIE: Please, if you will, how many people are inside the building right now? We need to get this place evacuated immediately. Valterian-03: What?! No! Valterian-01: That isn't going to happen. Who do you think you are!? L10-Delta puts the car in park before he and L10-Echo walk to the entrance of the Monolith. L10-ECHO: Where are the handlebars? L10-DELTA: Probably blood. Everything here works with blood. Valterian-02: Hey! Get away from the door! L10-ECHO: In accordance with the Euclidean-Sol Cooperation Pact, you must comply! A Valterian tries to push L10-Alpha to the side, seemingly in an attempt to reach the entrance. L10-Alpha is seen struggling against the Valterian pushing it back. L10-Alpha raises his gun towards the Valterian. L10-ALPHA: Enough of this! Get out of here now or I'll- L10-Alpha is pulled down from view of L10-Bravo's body camera. L10-Bravo stands up within the car and the camera is not able to see L10-Alpha being pinned to the floor by hundreds of Euli. L10-Alpha's gun is ten meters away, being pushed along by waves of Euli. The Euli restraining L10-Alpha have grown to over four meters in height and move back and forth rapidly against L10-Alpha. Deep cuts from around L10-Alpha's body and after four seconds, L10-Alpha's head has been completely severed from the body. L10-ECHO: What the hell!? L10-Charlie is seen jumping back away from L10-Alpha when he is pushed down. L10-Charlie raises his firearm and fires into the crowd of Valterians. L10-Charlie gets four rounds off before he is forced backward by the Euli surrounding him. His neck can be heard cracking when he hits the ground and his body begins to be torn by the Euli. L10-Bravo crouches between the seats of the car, resulting in the footage being obstructed. L10-Echo and L10-Delta can be heard screaming. L10-Bravo crawls into the driver's seat before putting the car into drive. She sits up straight and the pools of blood sparkle in from the headlights. The car lurches forward as L10-Bravo drives the car directly toward the group of Valterians. The view outside is obstructed again when L10-Bravo is slammed into the steering wheel. After two seconds L10-Bravo sits up to see that the car is now 5 meters in the air. The camera shakes violently losing focus. When the camera regains focus, the group can be seen approaching. When the camera hits the ground L10-Bravo can be heard screaming before a web of Euli surround her and the camera. L10-Bravo ceases screaming after 6 seconds. The Euli are then observed thrashing at the cadaver for the following hour. Addendum 7381.11: Occupation Files The following document should only be viewed by Mobile Task Force and Armed Personnel of the SCP Foundation. Disclosing information found below will result in severe reprimands and possible termination of employment. MISSION NO. 07381.02 CODENAME: ALL IS WELL NATURE: CONTAINMENT OF ANOMALOUS STRUCTURE LETHAL FORCE: AUTHORIZED MOBILE TASK FORCE(S): MTF Epsilon-9 "Fire Eaters", MTF Beta-7 "Maz-Hatters" SITUATION: The Valterians (GOI-1379) are in the possession of an anomaly capable of causing multiple TK-Class Causal Restructuring Events The anomaly in question is referred to as the Monolith and is responsible for over 400 million human casualties. The Valterian are adamant about the continued use of the aforementioned anomaly. MISSION/EXECUTION: Prevention of continued use of the Monolith by the Valterians by any means necessary. This includes: The complete destruction of the Monolith (Should only be attempted as last resort) Expulsion of all Valterians within the Monolith and the immediate vicinity. Damaging the anomaly to prevent activation in the future. Complete survey of the Monolith's core for confirmation of dismantlement. All Valterians working on the Monolith should be detained and brought to Site-41 RISKS/CONCERNS: High levels of radiation in a 2-kilometer radius around the Monolith. All members of mobile task forces are to wear Level-A hazmat suits at all times during the operation. The Euli have become deeply aggressive to all Foundation assets, attacking any human that comes in contact with them. Excessive use of incendiaries is required to safely traverse Base Valley. Heavy resistance to extra will be held by the Valterians. The Valterians around the Monolith are believed to be armed with stolen Foundation weaponry and should be approached with caution. ANOMALOUS THREATS: Euli: Organisms that look identical to common grass. Can anomalously grow in size and have the ability to cut through most objects. Fire is the most effective tool at dispelling the Euli. EXTRA: A list of the known structure of the Monolith can be found below. MISSION APPROVAL: O5-8, O5-2, O5-10, O5-4, Eideon Rusak, Regina Watts, Thaddeus Xyank, Min Conwell, Athena Anastasakos, Benjamin Kondraki, Marcus Kitterman, Marion Wheeler Die in the Dark Monolith Interior Makeup Close File Belowground Floor/Subdivision Description Floors 1-4/Subdivision 1 Immense workshops that are constantly in operation. The workshop is entirely automated and creates small cube robots that roam around the city. These robots have proven to be harmless performing menial tasks throughout the city. If a robot is damaged it will return to these floors if possible to be disassembled into spare parts which are then used to create new robots. Floors 4-8/Subdivision 2 Is lined entirely by circular pods which can be opened to reveal a matted interior. If an object is put inside the temperature will drop to 0oC and will remain at this temperature until opened. All of the pods were empty upon discovery except for two. The two non-empty pods contained the skeleton of a dead creature. Floors 9-34/Subdivision 3 The majority of these floors have been inaccessible due to the presence of large machines constantly in operation. Floors 35-53/Subdivision 4 Majority of rooms present on these floors have an appearance most similar to common office spaces. Floors 54-59/Subdivision 5 Apparent storage site for large quantities of americium, plutonium, curium, berkelium, californium, and einsteinium. Floors 60-73/Subdivision 6 Each floor consists of two thousand tanks lined with glass, each filled with a thick yellow-green liquid. Within the liquid are Valterians of various age and size. These Valterians are hooked up to the pods via metal tubing. All of the creatures appear to be alive but dormant in an artificially induced sleep. Floors 74-160/Subdivision 7 The majority of these floors are inaccessible due to the presence of active machinery. Many of these floors have less than ten square meters of traversable terrain. Floors 161/Subdivision 8 A large laboratory station. In the center of the floor is a large container with an object with the appearance of a black hole. This is believed to be the core of the superstructure. Floors 162-169/Subdivision 9 A large nuclear reactor along with several storage containers. Floors 170-610/Subdivision 10 Unexplored. Floors 610-782/Subdivision 11 Unexplored. Seismographs of the area has been inconclusive with nothing being recorded in the region.12 Mission Log.7381-02 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 "Fire Eaters" Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" Assigned Personnel: E09-India Awais Akvoy E09-Foxtrot Rall Stone E09-Golf Lana Lazarus E09-Hotel Chance Summers B07-November: Colin Bain B07-Oscar: Reagan Rusak B07-Romeo: Francesco Ricci B07-Sierra: Jintao Sun The following are the video logs of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 and Mobile Task Force Beta-7 during joint operation "All is Well." Due to the significance of various transcripts, multiple video logs have been included in the document. E09-India Video Feed B07-November Video Feed B07-Sierra Video Feed B07-Oscar Video Feed Camera activates, flickers to view. Members of MTF Epsilon-9 and Beta-7 are positioned in a field outside Site-41. Dr. Andover is seen holding SCP-7381 next to one of Site-41's outer wall. E09-FOXTROT: Alright everyone's all set? Hotel, how much gas we got in the tanks? E09-HOTEL: Oh, we are more than set boss! We got enough fuel in here to burn down the entire Russian frontier! Let's do this! Dr. Andover nodes at the team and she turns towards the outer wall of Site-41. She fires SCP-7381 twice at the wall and a TRG forms. Dr. Andovers: Good luck out there. Members of Mobile Task Forces enter one at a time through the TRG. When the camera moves through the TRG large amounts of video distortion is present. Once the video distortion is gone, the landscape present has changed to an open field with the daytime sky replaced with twilight scenery. Remnants of Site-41-Θ are visible with massive amounts of debris present. The teams move east, and after 400 meters, the concrete floor ends and a field of Euli are seen. When the first members of MTF Epsilon-9 get within 20 meters of the Euli, the Euli begin to grow and swing in rapid succession. Pillars of flame fire out from E09-Golf and E09-India flamethrowers directed at the Euli closest to them. High-pitched cries are heard from the Euli as they are burned by the flames. E09-FOXTROT: Alright everyone get in formation. Hatters, don't try to cross us. We'll handle the Euli; save your energy for inside. B07-ROMEO: Affirmative. Members of Beta-7 group together in a small group, and members of Epsilon-9 position themselves in a circular formation around the perimeter of Beta-7 with E09-India stationed on the perimeter giving view of the remaining task forces. Pillars of flame erupt from E09-Foxtrot and E09-Golf at the hordes of Euli. The two agents walk into the field with other members of Beta-7 following behind them. E09-Hotel and E09-India follow behind at which point they also turn their flamethrowers upon the Euli in close proximity. Pillars of fire are visible burning mountains of Euli as MTF Epsilon-9 and Beta-7 approach the Monolith. The Euli in close proximity to the teams' have grown to over five meters in height and swung violently at the MTFs. Members of MTF Beta-7 are positioned in the center of the group with members of MTF Epsilon-9 positioned along the perimeter of the group. Pillars of flames are constantly being posed at the hordes of Euli. Teams continue with this formation for the following 45 minutes without incident until they are within close proximity to the Monolith. B07-OSCAR: Ah, there she is. Haven't been here in a while, eh November? B07-NOVEMBER: I don't like to think about this place. Not after what happened to Rem and Emmanuel. The front doors to the Monolith open up and two Valterians step out, each equipped with assault rifles. E09-INDIA: Oh shit. Two shots are heard ringing out, and the Valterians fall to the floor. E09-India turns to see a smoking Sig Saucer M17 in B07-Sierra's hand. The team traverses forward to dead Valterians. B07-OSCAR crouches down and out of sight. When she stand back up into view she is holds up two assault rifles in either hand. B07-SIERRA: Wait hold on. Those are FX-05s! These are our guns! How did they get a hold of these?! E09-FOXTROT: They probably stole it from what was left of Site-41-Θ. B07-ROMEO: Or just straight off the bodies of Lambda-10. We now we know for sure that they are armed. Watch your backs in there. Teams enter through the door into the front lobby of the Monolith. A single Valterian is situated behind the central desk. Seemingly without warning, the Valterian raises one of their lower limbs up into the air. They then completely sever their arm with their central disk causing blood to flow down onto the machine around it. The Valterian slams its dismembered arm onto a terminal and loud sirens begin to erupt throughout the building. Some team members are heard grunting and E09-Golf can be seen dropping her flame thrower and pressing her hands against her ears. B07-Sierra is seen pushing past other members of Beta-7, raising her gun and shooting three rounds at the Valterian causing it to fall over and out of view. B07-OSCAR: What the hell was that for Sierra?!? B07-SIERRA: What!?! It sounded an alarm! What was I supposed to do!?! B07-OSCAR: Not just kill it! It wasn't even armed! B07-SIERRA: We don't know that! There could have been a gun hidden behind the counter! E09-FOXTROT: Shut up you two, focus! Shit, well the Valterians definitely know we are here now. We have to move fast. Where is the core?! B07-OSCAR: I know where the core is! It's on floor 161! November and I have been here before, we know the layout! E09-FOXTROT: Okay, we'll follow your lead! India, Hotel! You two stay here and watch the door, don't let any Euli or reinforcements into the building! The camera turns to look back at the Monolith's entrance. Euli can be seen wiggling past the door and into the building. The Euli have already grown three meters and continue to grow. E09-INDIA: You got it, sir. Good luck down there! E09-India turns the camera to view the Beta-7, E09-Golf, and E09-Foxtrot move deeper into the building before they turn and are gone from view. The camera turns to face the door and pillars of fire begin to rain down on the Euli that have grown past the entrance. The following twenty-five minutes of footage consists of footage of E09-India and Hotel burning Euli, with occasional breaks to refuel their petrol tanks. E09-HOTEL: Oh by Mekhane! Do you think there is a way to shut off that damn alarm!? I think I'm going to go deaf! E09-INDIA: Every alarm has a way to be turned off! I'll go look at it! Camera footage turns away from the door as E09-India moves towards the desk. E09-India hopes over the desk and a large pool of blood can be seen having collected on the floor. E09-INDIA: Yeah, Sierra was wrong. The thing didn't have a gun under here, it was probably just scared. E09-HOTEL: Can you just turn off the alarm!? E09-INDIA: Yeah, um? How exactly?! I can't read any of this shit. It is literally alien! E09-HOTEL: Ah! What the fuck!? The camera moves upwards away from the terminal to view the entrance of the building. Kartheol Farlikithm is seen standing outside the front door covered in fire and surrounded by Euli. E09-Hotel is standing a few meters and is seen taking two steps back, away from the door and Kartheol Farlikithm. E09-Hotel is visibly shaking and continues to pose the entrance with pillars of flames. Kartheol Farlikithm jumps forward, impaling E09-Hotel with his central disk. E09-Hotel lets go of his flamethrower and fall to the floor. Kartheol Farlikithm stands up straight and turns towards the camera. E09-INDIA: Oh my god, India! Large swarms of Euli begin to flood into the room around Kartheol Farlikithm, moving towards the desk. E09-India can be heard screaming and the camera is turned around towards the hallway. E09-India can be seen moving towards the hallway when he is forced down to the floor by an unseen force. The remaining three hours of footage consist of Euli moving on top of the camera with no other objects visible. Initial 49 minutes have not been included in this transcript due to an overlap of information and lack of relevance. MTF Beta-7, E09-Foxtrot, and E09-Golf traverse the first floor of the Monolith. Alarms continue to ring out, retaining a consistent volume. Members of both teams yell over the alarms. B07-NOVEMBER: Alright, the elevator should be down the next hall! Team enters into a small lobby with two elevator doors present on the northern wall. B07-November approaches ahead of the rest of the team and presses a button with a down arrow. E09-FOXTROT: Where's the elevator?! B07-Oscar presses the down button seven times. E09-GOLF: Pressing the down button a bunch of times isn't going to make it come up any faster! E07-NOVEMBER: Fuck! The elevator was working the last time we were here! I guess we'll have to find another way down! E09-GOLF: Wait! We are going down?! I thought the core was on the 161st floor!? B07-OSCAR: It is on the 161st floor! This thing goes way underground though, they label the floors opposite from us! E09-FOXTROT: Okay, we don't have time for this! Romeo, Sierra, and I go this way! November, Golf, and Oscar, you guys go that way! We will reconvene in an hour! B07-NOVEMBER: Got it! I'll comm you in if we run into anything dangerous! The following eight minutes of footage consist of B07-November, B07-Oscar, and E09-Golf traversing several corridors. At 1:03:41 B07-November opens a door to a staircase. The staircase is circular and steep, the walls of the staircase are fixed with small handlebars. B07-November turns away from the door and down the hallway where E09-Golf is visible. B07-NOVEMBER: I think I found the way down! The team travel down the stairwell. Each step is one meter deep causing descent to be slow. The sounds of alarms fade as the team make their descent. No lights are present in the stairwell resulting in the team each turning on their headlamp. As the team descend, the sounds of machinery and running water can be heard. E09-GOLF: Holy this thing is big. How far down does it go? B07-NOVEMBER: We don't really know for sure? Supposedly it goes down all the way to the planet's core. I don't believe that though. The team continues to descend until they reach the thirteenth floor. The door has scratch marks all around it and a beam of yellow low illuminates from the crevises. E09-Golf approaches the door when B07-Oscar puts her hand and her shoulder. B07-OSCAR: That's not the right floor. The core is on 161. E09-GOLF: What? We got time. There might be people in here. E09-Golf attempts to move towards the door again. This time B07 grabs her by the wrist and pulls her back against the railing. The light behind the door flickers momentarily. B07-OSCAR: I said, we are going to the 161st floor. Come on. As the team descends further the sounds of engines and running water grows louder. When the team reaches the 161st floor, the running water can be heard from all directions. The door is locked resulting in the team having to pry it open. B07-November peers threw the door into a dark corridor. B07-NOVEMBER: I don't remember it being so dark in here when we were last here, do you, Oscar? B07-OSCAR: No, all the lights automatically turned on whenever we moved into a room. That doesn't make sense though, now that people are actively operating here, shouldn't the power be better than it used to be? E09-GOLF: Maybe all of the power is being diverted somewhere else? We know this Monolith was running for millions of years while the Valterians were asleep. Maybe they don't have enough power to run the whole thing at full capacity and only the most vital equipment is being run. B07-NOVEMBER: That would make sense, like this running water, I don't remember hearing water when we were first here. Speaking of, where is all the water coming from? The team makes their way down the corridor, painting are present on the walls, each depicting drawings of a different galaxy. One painting appears to have been torn off the wall at some point, with only the edges of a picture remaining. What is left of the image is the top of a building, with streaks of orange going in all directions. A crown hovers above the top of one of the buildings. After two minutes, the elevator can be seen along with the entrance to the Monolith's core. The sounds of people moving around can be heard from behind the door. The team slow their pace to a crawl, attempting to conceal their footsteps. A red light above the elevator lights up and a ding is heard. The elevator door opens up and Kartheol Farlikithm walks into view. The lower half of his body is covered in blood and burn marks are present across his entire body. Four Euli are present in his right upper hand. He walks into the middle of the corridor blocking the entrance to the core. Farlikithm lets go of the Euli which drop to the floor and can be seen squirming. The Euli wiggle on the floor until they find small cracks between the tiles which they slide into and out of sight. Farlikithm: Hello there, Children of Sol, what are you doing here? I don't think you are allowed to be here don't we have an agreement? E09-Golf's gun can be heard being cocked. B07-OSCAR: This place is being taken under the occupation of the SCP Foundation. Nobody has to get hurt, go tell your buddies inside to evacuate now. Without warning, the walls around the team open up, and multiple thin sharp appendages shoot out from the wall. B07-Oscar is impaled at each of her joints by the thin appendages. E09-Golf can also be heard crying out as well. The camera turns to the right to see that B07-November is also impaled by more of these appendages. The team appears to be unable to move their arms and legs, with equipment falling to the floor. The camera turns back to Kartheol Farlikithm who appears to be smiling at the team. Farlikithm: Sorry if that is uncomfortable, I just don't want to get hurt anymore. Your friend did quite a number on me up there. Kartheol Farlikithm laughs lightly before walking over to the team. He brings a hand to his face and peels off a piece of burned skin, revealing muscle underneath. Farlikithm: Alright, let's bring you all down to the blood decks. We've almost harvested enough to get us back over three hundred thousand years! Isn't that exciting? Kartheol Farlikithm walks up to the walls adjacent to the mechanical appendages and presses the burned skin into the wall. A humming noise is heard before small compartments open up around the appendages. The camera jerks as B07-November is dragged into the left-facing wall. The compartment is smaller than his width, and he gets stuck. Two more appendages, each tipped with large knives, detract from the walls above. The knives cut B07-November, and the camera jerks upwards as B07-November can be heard crying in pain. When the blades have made it to his torso, B07-November pops into the compartment, and squishing sounds can be heard. As the compartment closes around him, B07-Oscar can be seen with a fearful expression on her face before the walls close and she disappears from view. After the compartment is ceiled, the camera is left in total darkness. The compartment B07-November is in can be heard rushing downwards. B07-November lets out a sharp cry as the compartment descends. After three minutes of darkness, the door to the chamber opens up, revealing a glass sphere. The walls around B07-November push him out of the compartment and into the globe. Below him, a massive conglomerate of Valterians and other animals native to SCP-7381-Prime can be seen, each in a container lined in an orderly pattern. All of the organisms seem to be connected through tubes connected to each compartment. The compartments are stacked on top of each other in columns rising 14 individual compartments high. In the center of the pile is a massive pulsating biological mass. The biological mass glows a bright maroon color and is implanted in the ceiling with giant crimson tubes that pulsate every seven seconds. The bottom of the pulsating mass has hundreds of tubes stretching out over the mass of containers pumping red and orange liquids toward it. Several needles and wires fall down around B07-November. The needles impale themselves into what is left of his arms and blue liquid begins pumping through the wires and into B07-November. He slumps over causing the camera to face towards the wall. After a minute, heavy streams of blood begin to pour from the empty wires implanted into B07-November, the container also begins to be filled with a viscous orange liquid. The compartment that B07-November is confined within is transported by the machinery down into the mountain of compartments. The compartment is moved into the center of a pile causing vision to be obstructed by the pod in which a vulpine entity swims. The vulpine swims around within the pod constantly. The remaining two hours of footage consist of blood continuing to be pumped out of B07-November through the wires. The quantity of blood excreted far surpasses the amount of blood humans are capable of producing. Initial 85 minutes have not been included in this transcript due to an overlap of information and lack of relevance. E09-Foxtrot and B07-Romeo are seen dropping down onto the landing of the thirty-ninth floor when a loud bang is heard in the distance. E09-Romeo's hand is seen dropping to his holster. E09-FOXTROT: What was that? B07-ROMEO: It's not our concern, we have to get to the core. E09-FOXTROT: Actually it is our concern. We're supposed to get all of the people here out of the building. Besides, these people probably know their way around the place better than we could ever hope. E09-Foxtrot turns towards the camera. His expression is stern and cold. B07-SIERRA: What are you looking at me like that for? E09-FOXTROT: Put the fucking gun away girl. I don't want any more dead because of your trigger finger. B07-SIERRA: Ugh, fine. The team opens the door to the thirty-ninth floor. A glimpse of a dark figure is made out, darting into a room and out of sight. The team quickly makes its way down the dimly lit corridor. The headlamps the team has equipped do little to illuminate the hallway. B07-Sierra turns and walks into the room that the figure was seen entering. The lights in this room are all turned off and is filled with laboratory equipment and shelves. No living being is seen in the room. B07-Sierra turns back to the team and nods. The team moves cautiously throughout the room searching nearby shelves and desks. B07-Sierra kneels down and opens a large brass locker, two small Valterians are seen trembling, each looking up at B07-Sierra. B07-SIERRA: What the hell!? Children!? B07-Sierra sticks her hand inside and pulls out by their three left limbs. The Valterian whimpers, closing its eye. The other Valterian jumps up by hits its head on the locker ceiling. Valterian-01: Please! Please don't hurt us! Valterian-02: Let her go! E09-Foxtrot and B07-Romeo quickly make their way across the room to the Valterians. E09-FOXTROT: What is going on here?! How old are you?! Valterian-01: I-I'm seven. Valterian-02: Please don't tell anyone we're in here! I don't want to die! B07-ROMEO: What? What are you talking about?! Valterian-02: Lor- no, I'm not allowed to say. B07-Sierra pulls out her firearm aiming it at the valterian still in the locker. The valterian trembles violently B07-SIERRA: Speak, now! E09-Foxtrot moves over and lowers B07-Sierra's gun. E09-FOXTROT: Jesus fucking christ Sierra! Why are you so quick to shoot everything!? What the fuck is wrong with you?! Valterian-02: Ah! Please! They are starting up the machine today! They want to jump back! We don't want to be lost! B07-SIERRA: How far are they going back? The Valterian looks down, he doesn't respond for several seconds. Valterian-02: They said they going back to Uron-leusen's death… that's like three million years ago. Valterian-01: W-we came in here so we wouldn't be e-erased. Please don't tell L-Lord Farlikithm. E09-ROMEO: Holy fuck. E09-SIERRA: I guess we have to go with plan b then right? We gotta destroy this place. E09-Foxtrot grabs the second Valterian and forces him out into the room. The group makes their way back into the hall. Each of the Valterians continued to be restrained, each of their limbs being tied up with rebar. E09-FOXTROT: Kid, what's the fastest way to the core? Valterian-01: T-the elevator. B07-ROMEO: The elevators aren't working. What's the next best alternative? Valterian-01: Huh? No, they are working. Valterian-02: What are you talking about? The elevators are working perfectly fine. The team make spent the following three minutes moving through the floor until they come across a lobby. Across from the team two elevators rest. The team walks over to the elevator and E09-Romeo is seen pressing the down arrow multiple times. B07-ROMEO: See? Nothing. Valterian-02: What, are you dumb? Untie me, I'll show you. E09-Foxtrot unties the Valterians bottom right arm. B07-Sierra takes out her firearm and aims it at the freed Valterian. The Valterian cuts its freed arm with its central disk allowing blood to flow down. It presses its hand against the button and the elevator can be heard moving upwards. B07-SIERRA: I thought the elevator didn't run on blood? Valterian-02: It is used to be easier to use, they changed it though. B07-ROMEO: This just makes it more complicated. Why'd they change it? The elevator door opens up revealing the compartment to be empty. The freed Valterian turns to BO7-Romeo and narrows its eye at him. Valterian-02: I think I heard someone say it was to stop intruders or something. The team files into the elevator one at a time. B07-Sierra is situated near the front door and the Valterians are placed in the back. B07-Sierra presses the button leading to the 161st floor, with no result. The freed Valterian is pushed through the crowd and instructed to get them to the 161st floor. Once it is in the front it slams its hand onto the button labeled -V^ which causes the elevator to immediately begin moving. B07-Sierra punches the Valterian. B07-SIERRA: You mother- ugh! What fucking button did you press!? E09-FOXTROT: Sierra! Calm down! Holy shit, it's just a child! E09-Foxtrot grabs the Valterian's bleeding hand and forces it to press the button leading to the 161st floor. The bleeding Valterian laughs while the one in the back whimpers. Valterian-01: I'm so sorry! Please d-don't hurt me! He didn't mean it! Gasdjne13, tell them you didn't mean it! After descending for the following thirty seconds, the doors to the elevator open up. E09-Romeo steps out of the elevator and looks around. When he turns to his left, he freezes in place, locking his gaze. E09-FOXTROT: Get back in here Romeo! We don't have time to waste! B07-ROMEO: I-I think that has to wait. The rest of the group step outside of the elevator. After a moment the camera turns to see that the group is situated on an enclosed balcony looking over a mass array of compartments stacked atop one another. Within each pod is an individual organism. Many of the organisms in the pods of Valterians, but most appear to be filled with other creatures. B07-Sierra steps up to the glass overlooking the expansive tomb. Small robots are now visible moving around at the edge of the storage containers. At the center of the chamber, a large pulsating organism is present, and wires from the pods all appear to connect to the central mass. The closest robot is seen sticking a device into a machine before pulling it out and inspecting it. B07-Sierra turns around quickly approaching Gasdjne who is looking down at the floor, not meeting B07-Sierra's gaze. B07-SIERRA: What the fuck is all this!? There is a moment of hesitation before Gasdjne speaks. Gasdjne: Oh my… Gasdjne breaks down into tears. The camera pans down to B07-Sierra's uniform. She is seen unholstering a PX4 Storm and cocking it. She looks back at Gasdjne and raises her firearm toward him. B07-Sierra's arm is visibly shaking. B07-SIERRA: Fucking explain! Now! Gasdjne: I… I don't know. What is this place? Valterian-01: This is Uron-leusan's will. The camera turns 180o. The Valterian still tied up is seen facing away from the group, out over the mass. Valterian-01: In the eon before Aiv-Zon's wake, Uron-leusan came to us to rest her prowess. I don't know if she suspected Aiv-Zon had gained notice. Farlikithm says that she knew, but if that was true, why did she not bring it to the Koru-teusa themselves? Why us? Gasdjne: Loquavia! Loquavia you are doing the thing again, stop! The Valterian14 turns around to face the group. Pools of blood flow from her eye down a single trial that flows all the way down her torse and into her mouth. The teeth within her mouth are vibrating slowly. Loquavia: She gave us her combat prowess and told us how it was made. And so we did, our culture rose up to embed the tools in each of our star's seven planets. We had to completely destroy Hydrolia to get enough resources to complete it. We feared it would not be enough, that we would fail Uron-leusan and leave her tarnished. But we feared for not, because when we did imbed the last tunicate, we had done it all in less than two million years. Far surpassing all our previous predictions. I like to think it was our fear that made it so magnificent. Gasdjne: Stop, please. The rebar that wrapped around Loquavia fell to the floor. Loquavia extended all eight of her arms and pressed them against the glass overlooking the massive pulsating scenery. Loquavia: When Aiv-Zon finally emerged at the Second Hytoth's golden valley; its conquest was swift. Nothing remained in its wake. The Koru-teusa did everything they could to stop its wrath. Queen Mab even came to the Koru-teusa when her domain began to be torn asunder. That's when Uron-leusan brought finally came back to us to see… our grand design. Gasdjne: Loquavia stop! Loquavia slumps down, letting her hands fall by her sides. The camera pans to Gasdjne who has fallen onto the floor. His eye is also leaking blood at this point. The camera pans back around to Loquavia who is once again overlooking the mass. Loquavia: Ah! W-what is t-this! O-oh god, where are w-we!? B07-ROMEO: Oh my god! Reagan!? Camera turns to B07-Romeo. He is pressed up against the glass, looking down at the mass. Tires can be seen forming at his eyes. He slams his bare palms against the glass panes. E09-FOXTROT: What's wrong!? B07-ROMEO: Oh my god! I-it's Reagon- I mean B07-Oscar! Oh my god! I'm coming, Reagan! B07-Romeo turns around towards the team, his expression is that of despair and horror. He pushes off the glass pane and sprints down the hall. He can be heard crying as he rounds a corner and disappears from view. E09-FOXTROT: Romeo! Stop! Fuck! Well, he's gone. God damn it! Um…. okay, um… damn it, what are we supposed to do now?!… Right, the core, okay. E09-Foxtrot Walks over to Loquavia and pushes her away from the glass. E09-FOXTROT: Get in the elevator now! We're done here. I-I don't want to be here anymore. Loquavia stumbles back when pushed but quickly regains balance. She is seen walking toward the elevator. The camera pans over to Gasdjne. B07-Sierra drops her firearm and holsters it back onto her vest. She grabs Gasdjne, forcing him to his feet. B07-Sierra turns him around, leading him into the elevator before her. E09-Foxtrot is the last to enter the elevator. The group stands in silence as the doors close and the elevator begins moving downwards. The elevator descends for over a minute before the silence is broken. B07-SIERRA: What a second? We're going down!? Again! B07-Sierra pushes her way past Loquavia to get in view of the elevator buttons. The button at the bottom labeled ⍢ glows a scarlet red. B07-Sierra turns around to Loquavia. B07-SIERRA: What button did you just press!? Loquavia: Y-you said you wanted to go to the core. I-I just did as you asked. B07-SIERRA: What do you mean? I thought the core was on floor 161? The group stand in silence as the elevator descends. After several minutes, E09-Foxtrot sits down on the ground, looking very pale. B07-Sierra also sits down moments later. Loquavia and Gasdjne remain standing. E09-Foxtrot buts his hands to his face before holding them outstretch and examining them. E09-FOXTROT: Oh god, I feel like I'm going to be sick, how far down does this thing go? Oh no, I think I'm seeing double. Is this normal? B07-SIERRA: A little, I think I'll be alright though. My stomach is killing me though. The elevator continues descending for twenty minutes before a ding is heard. Loquavia: We're here. The elevator slows to a stop and the doors slide open causing a wave of fog to flow into the elevator. B07-Sierra gets to her feet and turns towards E09-Foxtrot extending a hand. E09-Foxtrot looks up at the camera and shakes his head. E09-FOXTROT: My head is spinning. I can't go. Go on without me, find out whatever it is you gotta know. B07-SIERRA: Seriously? You can't give up now. We're almost there. E09-FOXTROT: I'll just hold you back, go. I know you can do it. Gasdjne: I don't want to die! What are they doing? Foxtrot, I wanna go home. E09-FOXTROT: Rall, just call me Rall. Thank you. B09-Sierra stands up straight and turns towards the elevator door. A dense fog obstructs the camera's view, dim blue light can be seen illuminating high above the floor through the fog. B07-Sierra walks out of the elevator onto an uneven stone floor. Loquavia is seen standing a few steps ahead. They begin to walk away from the elevator when E09-Foxtrot yells to them. E09-FOXTROT: Hey Sierra! B07-Sierra turns around a sea of light is seen disappearing as the elevator door closes. A small smile can be made out on E09-Foxtrot's face as the doors close. E09-FOXTROT: Didn't kill the kid! B07-Sierra's headlamp is only able to illuminate up to five meters in front of her due to the thick fog. Loquavia walks through the cave a few steps ahead of B07-Sierra so she is always at the center of view. The two walk through the cave only a minute before the fog begins to clear up. B07-Sierra looks up to see massive stalactites hanging down from the ceiling above. The ceiling is made of stone and rises higher above them as they continue down the cave system. The fog clears to present the view of a giant dome. The dome raises up over thirteen meters above the cave floor. At the center of the dome, a hole is present with a ray of light shining down into the center of the cave. At the center of the cave, there is a heavy amount of visual distortion with the object present being unable to be discerned. The only characteristic that can be made out through the video distortion is a heavy orange glow. B07-Sierra walks towards the distortion, with the distortion getting smaller as she approaches. Eventually, B07-Sierra is standing next to something that causes a video distortion with a radius of 2.3 meters. Loquavia is no longer in view, B07-Sierra stands motionless for over a minute next to the visual distortion. B07-SIERRA: I'm sorry. No, I- B07-SIERRA: It's nothing like that. I'm just from Sol. Have you heard of it? B07-SIERRA: What? No Sol is pretty isolated, I don't think- B07-SIERRA: It being a hot spot would explain a lot of things actually. B07-SIERRA: We had no idea, I'm sorry. B07-SIERRA: Can… can I sit with you? B07-Sierra turns away from the video distortion. Loquavia is visible a few meters away from the camera lying on the ground in a large pool of blood. B07-Sierra backs into the video distortion causing the entire footage to be indescribable. Nothing is able to be made out for the following two minutes before the entire video feed begins to resolve into white. B07-SIERRA: I love you too. [VIDEO FEED ENDS HERE] Initial 129 minutes have not been included in this transcript due to an overlap of information and lack of relevance. B07-Oscar can be seen thrashing violently against the mechanical arms her compartment is inserted into the stack of containers. Outside the glass window of the compartment, a small passageway is visible, giving access to view of several other pods. The organisms within the pods appear to be in various states of comfort. While most appear to be sleeping, several appear to thrash at their confirments banging at the glass. Over the next several minutes B07-Oscar can be seen banging at the glass before ceasing all movement. At 2:30:12 muffled screaming can be heard from somewhere below. At 2:34:51 the pod shakes violently, the muffled voice significantly louder at this point. The pod continues to shake for the following minute before the pod topples over. The pod falls an estimated 4.5 meters before it connects with the ground causing it to break. The camera is now facing the floor. The muffled voice is now able to be identified as B07-Romeo. B07-ROMEO: Reagan!? Reagan! Oh my god! The sound of breaking glass can be heard before rushing water drowns out the noise. B07-Oscar is dragged out and rolled over onto her back allowing the camera to be aimed at the ceiling. B07-Romeo stands over her and he looks pale. B07-ROMEO: No! No! Don't you die on me! B07-Romeo can be seen pressing down on the camera in rapid succession, seemingly performing CPR. After a few moments, B07-Oscar can be heard coughing and the camera shakes violently. B07-Romeo presses himself down against the camera apparently embracing B07-Oscar. The two remain in this position for the following two minutes and B07-Romeo can be heard crying. B07-Romeo moves back from B07-Oscar as she sits up. B07-OSCAR: Oh god, where are we? How long was I out? B07-ROMEO: Um, that Valterian back there said something but I can't remember. I went full panic when I saw you, Reagan. What happened to do? B07-OSCAR: Ugh, that fucking priest is what happened! Where the hell is he!? B07-Oscar wipes her camera lens restoring a clear picture to the feed. B07-Oscar's clothes are covered in a thick layer of blood and membrane. Her black uniform is barely recognizable and clear cuts are visible. B07-OSCAR: Well that will do it. B07-ROMEO: What do you mean- oh god. Reagan, your suit! B07-OSCAR: Maybe it's fine. Don't worry about it. B07-Oscar gets to her feet and turns around to view the containers, each filled with a different organisms. Five broken pods can be seen in the surrounding vacinity, seemingly having fallen to the by B07-Romeo. The glasses of each compartment is broken allowing the Valterians within to be heard. B07-Oscar looks down and pulls her KEL off from her suit and puts it against the bodies. B07-OSCAR: Hey, can you talk? Valtieran-01: Hahaha, I love you. Valterian-02: Oh no Reagan your suit Valterian-03: That fucking priest is what happened. B07-ROMEO: Are they mimicking us? B07-OSCAR: Seems so… that means they are conscious right? Wait why did that thing say I love you? B07-ROMEO: Ugh! Oh, what the hell is that?! Look at that thing! B07-Romeo points at something off-screen and walks towards it. The camera turns to see small robots rolling around near the large central mass. They each hold an electric rod. The one closest sticks the rod into the mass before pulling it out. The robots do not appear to take notice B07-Romeo as he approaches. B07-OSCAR: Um, I think those things are from the city here right? Like repair droids or whatnot. B07-Romeo picks up one of the robots and begins to inspect it. Without warning, the whole room violently shakes. B07-Romeo and B07-Oscar each lose their balance and fall to the floor. After eight seconds the shaking stops. The Valterians that lay on the floor begin to scream with glee. Valterian-02: It's starting! Valterian-04: Home! We go home! B07-Romeo and B07-Oscar each get to their feet. Valterian-05: Time is now! Finally friends! B07-OSCAR: That can not be good. The pair run along the mass towards a large room on the western wall. Above it is a large balcony with glass overlooking the room. They enter the room into an expansive lunch hall. The two run through the room and open a door. Inside is a stockpile of weaponry disorganized in a large pile. B07-Romeo turns and runs out of view while B07-Oscar enters into the room. B07-Oscar shifts through the pile of weapons finding several Foundation-issued assault rifles in the pile before picking up a small gun with a two-tined prong. She brings it out of the stockpile and into the room. B07-OSCAR: Hey, look at this thing! B07-Romeo turns to face B07-Oscar and approaches. He looks at the object in hand and his face turns to a puzzled expression. B07-ROMEO: Wait, is that SCP-7381? B07-OSCAR: No, I don't think so, SCP-7381 is back on Earth. It does look a lot like it though. The pair run out of the lunch hall and into the room with the mass of bodies. B07-Oscar aims the weapon at the mass and presses down on the touchpad. Nothing happens and she presses down on it several more times. B07-ROMEO: Damn, guess it doesn't work. A large tremor shakes the facility causing the pair to fall to the ground. The tremor subsides after twelve seconds. The pair regain their footing before turning and running up a staircase with B07-Romeo leading. They climb the staircase until they are in a balcony overlooking the mass. The central pulsating organ has turned a deep purple coloration and is pulsating violently, with a convulsion every two seconds. The camera turns to see B07-Romeo at the elevator door. B07-OSCAR: You guys got the elevator to work? B07-ROMEO: Yeah, turns out they changed it. The elevator door opens up to E09-Foxtrot and Gasdjne inside. E09-Foxtrot is leaning against the elevator wall. He glares at B07-Romeo. B07-Romeo and B07-Oscar enter the elevator and the elevator begins moving upwards. E09-FOXTROT: Oscar? Is that SCP-7381? B07-OSCAR: What, this thing? No, I don't think so. E09-FOXTROT: Well what is it? B07-OSCAR: I don't know. What happened to you, you look like hell. Gasdjne: Rall can't handle her being. He is not worthy A ding is heard and the elevator shakes to a stop. B07-OSCAR: Alright guys, whatever you do, don't look at the core directly. The elevator door slides open, with B07-Oscar positioned closest to the door giving the camera a clear view. The door to the core is wide open allowing a clear view of the lab equipment. Holographic monitors have opened up all around and Valterians can be seen standing next to the monitors sliding fingers against them. The core is violently spinning begin the glass. Kartheol Farlikithm can be seen on the other end talking to another Valterian. The team walks into the laboratory each drawing a firearm. E09-Foxtrot raises his Barretta REC7 into the air firing once into the ceiling. E09-FOXTROT: Freeze! Everyone stop what you're doing! Now! The Valterians around the room all jitter at the sound of the gunshot each freezing up. Kartheol Farlikithm can be seen turning towards the team from across the chasm at which point he immediately begins running around the central gap. B07-OSCAR: Oh god! It's the priest! B07-OSCAR turns around to see the doors to the room have been closed. She turns the camera back around to see Kartheol Farlikithm has progressed halfway across the room. Camera begins to shake. Kartheol Farlikithm is seen making a hand gesture and hundreds of small appendages wall from the ceiling. E09-Foxtrot is seen unloading a clip into the mass of appendages. B07-Romeo gets caught by four of the appendages which are quickly shot off by B07-Oscar. A loud vibrating sound can be heard coming from the core. The black sphere is no longer stationary and begins to orbit around the central point. Static sounds begin to be heard on the microphone. Kartheol Farlikithm can be seen now standing twenty meters away from the team, all of whom have their firearms trained on the approaching swam of appendages. Farlikithm: Enough of this! The camera shakes violently as B07-Oscar is grabbed by something out of view. She is raised upwards before she is sent hurtling through the air and into the glass that surrounds the core. B07-Oscar can be heard crying out in pain as she collides with the glass. The camera is now aimed back towards E09-Foxtrot and B07-Romeo, each of whom is on the floor beneath Kartheol Farlikithm. E09-Foxtrot's Barretta is seen lying on the floor several meters away from him alongside B07-Romeo's firearm. Both members struggle and claw at Kartheol Farlikithm, but appear to have no effect. Several appendages have drilled into the agents at various points on their bodies, with one implanted directly in B07-Romeo's mouth. Two Valterians are seen walking over to the firearms when a bright flash of light engulfs the room. The light dissipates after a fraction of a second, and when visuals are restored, everyone in the room is on the floor with their hands to their eyes. B07-Oscar rolls over onto her back causing the video feed to be obstructed for the following ten seconds, the sounds of groaning can be heard around the room as well as a hissing sound. B07-Oscar is seen pushing herself up with her hands, she turns right to see the weapon acquired in the armory is now glowing with a dull maroon coloration which is lying a few meters from her. The next four seconds of footage are obscured as B07-Oscar drags herself across the ground to the weapon. B07-Oscar grabs the weapon with both of her hands bringing it closer to her chest, right in front of the camera. With the camera in direct proximity to the device, a loft humming is picked up on the microphone. B07-Oscar rolls over onto her back allowing a small glimpse of the rest of the room. B07-Romeo and E09-Foxtrot appear to be on top of Kartheol Farlikithm, both covered in blood. Several Valterians can be seen on their knees before they are once again out of view with the camera pointed up at the ceiling. A thin crack can be seen on the glass. Slowly, B07-Oscar is seen raising the weapon into view propping it up against the glass. A dial is present on the device which B07-Oscar adjusts to a setting labeled, -I before dropping her arm out of sight. B07-OSCAR: This will do. Right Emmanuel? B07-Oscar raises her hand onto the device and presses down on a touchpad. Instantaneously a hole with a 250-centimeter radius is present on the glass. The sounds of rushing wind is heard and the camera is thrown into the air violently. The camera comes to rest on the ceiling giving view of the entire laboratory. Objects throughout the room fly in seemingly random directions. The sound of rushing wind is drowned out by a loud splash. The following ten frames are consumed by a white light. [VIDEO FEED ENDS HERE] Addendum 7381.12: State of SCP-7381-Prime Present State of SCP-7381-Prime Close File Following the events of Addendum 7381.12, no attempts to access SCP-7381-Prime via the use of SCP-7381 have been made. Nor should any such attempts be undertaken in the future The containment procedures for SCP-7381 have been updated accordingly. Footnotes 1. When in a Beta Phase, the two-tined prong will shift to a dull brown coloration. This is the only stage where SCP-7381 changes coloration. 2. Also known as the “Twilight Zone,” the Terminator Zone is the region where day and night converge. On Earth, the terminator zone is constantly rotating due to the rotation of the Earth in correlation to the Sun. Direct exposure to UV radiation is limited during this time, and enough heat is given off to support life. 3. On the Kardashev Scale, a Type One civilization is a species that is able to harness the full resource capabilities of a planet and the full resources attainable by its star. Humanity on Earth is currently a Type Zero civilization with humans not yet harnessing the full capabilities of Earth. A Type One civilization only needs to have complete control over one planet to be considered a Type One civilization. 4. The cry caused two researchers to begin bleeding from the ears and were taken to the infirmary. Later overview of the footage has not caused harm to listeners. 5. Most tidally locked planets fall into two categories, hot eye, and cold eye planets. SCP-7381-Prime is a hot-eye planet. Water is unable to form on the side facing the star due to heat and exposure. The water will condense and either move to the far side of the planet or get stuck in air currents swirling perpendicular to the orbit of the plant creating the Eyeball shape. 6. Epsilon-13 is a task force trained in the exploration of expansive unknown terrain. 7. Kondraki Emotional Links are translators used to communicate with entities that communicate using complex wavelengths. Initially designed to communicate with butterflies, KELs have the ability to translate human speech into emotional wavelengths to communicate with a variety of emotion-based life forms. 8. The official name of the Valterian language. 9. Regarded as the lead scientist behind Valterian experiments in the Monolith. Farlikithm acts as one of the six heads of the oligarch state in Heark-leuseren. 10. The true death toll has been deemed impossible to determine due to the wide-scale nature of the event. Estimated death tolls range from 50 million to 600 million. 11. Major religious figure within The Church of the Second Hytoth based on Earth 12. Seismographs, geophones, and GPRs have all recorded that nothing is present in this region. These records do not mean that the area in question is filled with rock, or is an underground cave or empty space. All devices have recorded that nothing exists in this region at all. As if it doesn't exist. 13. From this point onwards, Valterian-02 will be referred to as "Gasdjne." 14. From this point onwards Valterian-01 will be referred to as "Loquavia." Recovered Device from Jupiter by Ruskied HUGE HUGE HUGE THANK YOU to syuzhet for making this AMAZING IMAGE Thad Xyank Walter Jha ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} |
SCP-7382 | keter | Item #: SCP-7382 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7382 is to be stored in a large artifact container when not in use. All tests involving SCP-7382 must be pre-approved and overseen by an on-site member of the Department of Tactical Theology with Level 3 clearance or higher. SCP-7382-A is to be contained in a secure, refrigerated chamber, muzzled, and physically restrained to prevent any movement. Security personnel must monitor SCP-7382-A at all times to ensure its internal body temperature does not exceed 200 degrees Celsius, and douse the anomaly with cold water if this threshold is exceeded. In the event of a containment breach, security personnel should use aerosolized fire retardants to suffocate SCP-7382-A until containment is restored. Description: SCP-7382 is a crude spear consisting of three disparate religious artefacts that have been essophysically1 fused together. The constituent artefacts have been minimally altered, resulting in SCP-7382’s ineffectiveness as a projectile weapon — the shaft is significantly overweight, poorly-balanced, and the spearhead is affixed to the lighter end of the tool. The constituent elements of SCP-7382 are: The biblical Rod of Aaron, a biologically active almond-wood2 staff with the word אַהֲרֹן3 engraved half-way along its length, functioning as the shaft; The sword of Adam, a beryllium-bronze sickle-sword dating to the 210th millennium BCE, functioning as the spearhead; The bindings of Fenrir, several bands of essophysical composition engraved with the word ᚷᛚᛖᛁᛈᚾᛇᚱ (Elder Futhark: Gleipnir), functioning as the bindings. The entirety of SCP-7382 possesses all the properties of its constituents, which include: Instantaneous translocation into the owner’s reach, at their will. Constant growth of leaves, buds, flowers, and almond seeds along the shaft, regardless of availability of sunlight, water, and nutrients. Transformation into an unknown species of snake when thrown horizontally, which the owner can mentally direct and revert into SCP-7382. Spontaneous generation of large swarms of insects by striking the ground with the base of the staff. Immunity to thaumaturgic and reality-altering manipulation, and the ability to physically destroy thaumaturgic barriers and symbols using the spearhead. An inability for any of the elements to be separated without destroying all such elements, as damage incurred is shared evenly throughout the item, until the occurrence of the mythical Ragnarök. Of note is that this property does not apply to the growths along the shaft, which can be damaged and removed without difficulty. The current owner of SCP-7382 is SCP-7382-A, a black, hexapedal, reptilian entity approximately four metres in length and one hundred kilograms in weight. SCP-7382-A is capable of ejecting a flammable, tar-like substance from their mouth, and is impervious to all known forms of physical damage; however, SCP-7382-A appears to have formerly possessed an additional pair of limbs atop their back, which have been amputated by unknown means. SCP-7382-A refuses to relinquish SCP-7382, and will repeatedly use the item’s properties to return it to their grip whenever it is removed. It is currently unknown how SCP-7382-A became the owner of SCP-7382; known documents pertaining to the Sword of Adam indicate than an act of deception or treachery is critical, but do not elucidate on the full requirements to gain ownership of it. Addendum-01: Initial Containment Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 ('Fire Eaters') had been dispatched to northern Europe in response to multiple reports of a large, reptilian entity witnessed fleeing from several fires of unknown provenance throughout the region; the entity was initially suspected to be a member of the Miracle Liberation Front4 due to a significant increase in the group's activities throughout the region. After several months MTF Epsilon-9 were able to intercept SCP-7382-A at a nature reserve near Warsaw, Poland. + ACCESS SCP:/7382/Poland/Epsilon-9 - Hide Excerpt [BEGIN LOG] [Epsilon-9 are camouflaged and spread out among the trees. It is night and they are moving forward further into the forest, being led by Captain Worley.] Captain Worley: [Into his radio] Motion at the river. Hot. Get ready. [A figure wearing a dark yellow overcoat and carrying SCP-7382 approaches a nearby tree. While the rest of their figure is difficult to discern against the darkness, their gait indicates that they are non-human. The figure — SCP-7382-A — tears off a piece of bark with their spare hand, examines it, then appears to taste it; after a moment they hiss and discard the bark.] [Captain Worley quickly scans the area then signals to Agent Lemens, who unholsters his tranquilizer gun.] SCP-7382-A: [Unintelligible muttering.] [Lemens steps on a branch. SCP-7382-A turns at the sound, gripping SCP-7382 in both forelimbs; Lemens fires, but the dart deflects off SCP-7382-A.] SCP-7382-A: Wardens. I can see you playing patty cake over there, you little weenies! [The agents turn on their flashlights, focusing on SCP-7382-A, who takes off and discards their coat. Lemens fires two more darts, but both are deflected. SCP-7382-A smirks, holding their forelimbs out wide.] SCP-7382-A: That's it? Your ancestors annihilated civilizations, and now all the great and mighty Wardens can do is throw thorns and cry like spoiled children! [Captain Worley and his team glance at each-other.] Captain Worley: What are you on about? [He points to the tree.] And what — SCP-7382-A: [Laughs.] Mister Secrets wants answers, does he? Too stupid to figure it out yourself, are you? I'm doing some 'soul searching'. Is that enough for you, moron? Do you need me to draw a picture for you? [Smoke emerges from SCP-7382-A's nostrils.] Captain Worley: Look, surrender now, come with us — SCP-7382-A: And spend the rest of my life rotting in a box, with you animals poking me with your stupid little sticks? There's not a witch, monster, ghost, or anything that doesn't know what you do in those concrete coffins of yours. You don't want to help me — you just want to add me to your sick little collection, you blackguards! [Worley reaches for his radio; SCP-7382-A opens its mouth and expels a hot, tar-like substance at the agents, who duck for cover. After several moments SCP-7382-A briefly pauses, then resumes expelling the substance, now pre-ignited; the previously-expelled tar ignites on contact, as does the surrounding flora.] SCP-7382-A: Bring it, you pissants! [The agents shoot SCP-7382-A with non-lethal beanbag rounds, attempting to subdue it; SCP-7382-A throws SCP-7382 down, which transforms into a snake and attacks the agents, then uses the expelled tar to create a fire barrier between it and the agents.] Captain Worley: Get around it! Get around it! [Several agents move to flank SCP-7382-A. SCP-7382-A retrieves a powder horn from a satchel and pours the contents into its mouth; after a few moments they expel a large, congealed lump at Agent Mackey, knocking them over into a patch of flaming tar. The lump ignites and violently explodes, killing Agent Mackey, severely injuring several surrounding agents, and further spreading the wildfire.] Agent Devin: Mack! You bastard! Captain Worley: Just shoot it! Live rounds, take it down! SCP-7382-A: Too late, you pigs! Burn! Burn like the swines you are! [All agents abandon their non-lethal firearms and begin firing with live ammunition; the bullets ricochet, inflicting no damage. SCP-7382, still in the form of a snake, is similarly invulnerable and works its way into Agent Devin's fire suit, wrapping around his neck and biting at his face. SCP-7382-A lunges through the fire barrier and begins physically brawling with the agents, knocking them over with its tail and tearing at their protective equipment.] Agent McCullough: [Screaming] Get it off! [Captain Worley tackles SCP-7382-A, spraying a canister of fire retardant foam directly into its mouth; SCP-7382-A recoils, using five of its limbs to push Captain Worley off, the sixth reaching towards Agent Devin. SCP-7382 uncoils itself and exits Agent Devin's protective suit, returning to SCP-7382-A and transforming back into a spear; SCP-7382-A uses it to get back up.] SCP-7382-A: [Coughing and retching.] [Several agents spray SCP-7382-A with fire retardant. SCP-7382-A strikes the ground with the blunt end of SCP-7382, manifesting a dense swarm of insects which fill the air and attack the agents; several portions of the swarm catch fire or are downed by the foam spray, while the remainder have minimal effect on the agents.] SCP-7382-A: [Coughing and retching] No… not… savages… [SCP-7382-A expels a large amount of unignited tar, attempting to clear its mouth. Captain Worley tackles SCP-7382-A from behind, with several others following suit; they begin restraining SCP-7382-A's limbs using fireproof duct tape, with one agent pulling SCP-7382 away from SCP-7382-A's grasp.] Captain Worley: You should've just co-operated, this — [SCP-7382 spontaneously reappears in SCP-7382-A's grasp, and they use it to knock off one of the agents, then attempts to stab another but is unable to puncture their protective equipment. Two agents pin down the limb, leaving SCP-7382 in its grip but nonetheless restraining it. SCP-7382-A continues resisting for several minutes, but is unsuccessful in escaping.] [END LOG] Closing Statement: The resulting wildfire was unable to be suppressed by attending Foundation agents, and proceeded to destroy a significant portion of the national park before being contained by civilian emergency services three days later. A total of seven agents were killed during the event; in addition to Agent Mackey, a further five agents succumbed to injuries inflicted by the explosion, and Agent Devin died due to envenomation shortly following the apprehension of SCP-7382-A. SCP-7382-A was transported to a nearby Foundation facility for temporary holding and processing. Attempts to remove SCP-7382 from their possession were unsuccessful, as the weapon would reappear in their hand/s shortly thereafter; instead, SCP-7382-A was restrained such that it was unable to use SCP-7382. Addendum-02: Containment Breach SCP-7382-A was temporarily held at Site-194 in Warsaw, Poland, to facilitate initial investigation and processing; interrogation attempts were unsuccessful, with the anomaly uniformly insulting Foundation personnel and attempting to breach containment. Inspection of SCP-7382 indicated potential religious significance, which was confirmed through referral to available religious and mythical texts. As Site-194 was unequipped for theological inquiry, the head researcher assigned to the anomaly requested that SCP-7382 be transferred to the nearby Site-120; as the weapon could not be separated from SCP-7382-A — remanifesting in its possession whenever removed — the entity would be relocated as well, with staff suggesting that the culture of Site-120 may encourage cooperation. + ACCESS SCP:/7382/GoI-008/Interference - Hide Excerpt Foreword: Dr. Albert Pines was in the process of conducting an unscheduled interrogation of SCP-7382-A at the time of the incident. [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-7382-A is in the centre of a refrigerated room, restrained against a horizontal slab; they have been muzzled, and their three left limbs affixed to SCP-7382 using duct tape. Dr. Pines sits in a chair in front of SCP-7382-A's head, equipped with a water hose and periodically checking an infrared camera beside him.5] Dr. Pines: Why do you breathe napalm instead of fire? SCP-7382-A: [No response.] Dr. Pines: Are you still capable of flight somehow? SCP-7382-A: [No response.] Dr. Pines: Are you, or are you not, a dragon? [SCP-7382-A sighs.] Dr. Pines: Run out of sarcastic quips? SCP-7382-A: Your questions speak for themselves. You're supposed to be wearing the orange coat, not the white one. [Dr. Pines sprays SCP-7382-A with water for thirty seconds.] Dr. Pines: Why Olesia wants to reward you for this, I'll never understand. You will answer my questions, regardless of what you think of them, understand? SCP-7382-A: [No response.] Dr. Pines: Were you human before? SCP-7382-A: [No response.] Dr. Pines: Are you cold? SCP-7382-A: [No response.] [Dr. Pines sprays SCP-7382-A with water for five seconds, before being interrupted by a loud knock at the door.] Dr. Pines: Yes? [Another knock at the door.] Dr. Pines: Yes, what is it? [Another knock at the door. Dr. Pines gets up and approaches it.] Dr. Pines: Who is it? What do you want? [Dr. Pines opens the door, and is immediately struck in the face with the stock of a semi-automatic rifle. A figure dressed as a Foundation guard enters the room, followed by a Caucasian woman wearing D-class apparel; the former closes the door and locks it, while the latter pushes Dr. Pines against the nearest wall, covering his mouth with one hand and performing a series of brief gestures with the other. After a moment Dr. Pines collapses to the ground.] Unknown Guard: This is the wrong place, Cynthia. Cynthia: I know, Crow, I know. I must have slipped, it's hard to know when you make a mistake. Is Laplace alright? [Cynthia turns back to face Crow, who points to SCP-7382-A. Cynthia gasps.] Cynthia: A dragon. Crow: Looks like it. [Checks one of the inner pockets of his combat vest.] Are you alright? [A moment's silence. Cynthia steps over to SCP-7382-A, crouching beside its head.] Crow: Laplace is fine. Careful. Cynthia: What's your name? [SCP-7382-A doesn't respond; a small amount of tar oozes through the muzzle. Crow steps over to Dr. Pines' seat, investigating the camera and hose.] Crow: Looks like they were torturing it. [A moment's silence.] Cynthia: [To Crow.] Take off the mask. Crow: Why? Cynthia: You're dressed like a guard. They think we're with them. [Crow puts their rifle down. They take off their helmet, then remove a mask underneath; their head is revealed to be a simple burlap sack, with two large white buttons positioned where its eyes should be. SCP-7382-A's eyes widen.] Cynthia: We are not with the Foundation. You can trust us. Crow: It might not understand you. Cynthia: They do. I can see it in their eyes — thinking eyes, not the eyes of an animal. Crow: I meant they might not speak English. Cynthia: …oh, right. [To SCP-7382-A] Do you speak English? [SCP-7382-A shakes their head.] Cynthia: So you do. [SCP-7382-A shakes their head again.] Crow: Then how do you know we're asking you a question? [A pause.] SCP-7382-A: Damn. Cynthia: [Sigh.] Look, I — [The site-wide lockdown alarm activates.] Crow: That was quick. Time to leave. [Crow picks his rifle up and aims at the door; Cynthia stands and performs an intricate series of gestures with both hands, causing them to glow. After several seconds this glow rapidly fades, her motions accelerating in response.] SCP-7382-A: What are you — [The concrete slab fractures. SCP-7382-A breaks its restraints free, then uses its claws to remove the duct tape, get up, and properly wield SCP-7382. They attempt to break the muzzle using the speartip but are unsuccessful; SCP-7382-A looks to Crow and points to it.] Crow: Later, when we have time. SCP-7382-A: Just do the — Cynthia: They’ve dropped the anchors, if I try it could break your neck. [Crow unholsters a handgun and gives it to Cynthia, then advances toward the door.] SCP-7382-A: Then use a knife! Crow: If the Jailors have bothered to put one on you, they’ve reinforced it so you can’t cut it off. We’ll deal with it once we’re outside, but we need to get moving now. [SCP-7382-A scowls. Cynthia and Crow leave the room; SCP-7382-A waits a moment, looks up at the alarm, then follows, scraping a handful of tar dripping through their mask and flicking it onto Dr. Pine as they pass.] [The three emerge into the main hallway of a containment wing, where several researchers are running toward a junction at one end; the researchers quickly enter a nearby room upon spotting the group and lock the door.] SCP-7382-A: Parasites. [Cynthia and Crow advance toward the terminating junction, guns raised. SCP-7382-A instead goes to the door the researchers entered and attempts to break it open.] Crow: We need to move, what are you doing? SCP-7382-A: Feeding. [Cynthia’s eyes widen.] Cynthia: No, you are not eating people — [Several armoured guards enter the hallway ahead of the group, guns raised.] Guard: Put down — [Crow opens fire. The guards take cover behind the corners of the intersection; Cynthia and Crow use the nearest unlocked doorways as cover. The two groups exchange gunfire.] [SCP-7382-A turns away from the door and sprints toward the guards; they concentrate their gunfire on the anomaly, but the bullets all ricochet off it. SCP-7382-A pierces the body armour of a guard and pins them against the wall using SCP-7382, impaling them. They then release SCP-7382 and attack the other guards with their claws, prioritising those attempting to escape.] [Crow and Cynthia watch from the hallway, the latter moving to the former’s position. Neither speaks.] [The pinned guard slumps forward. SCP-7382 appears to faintly glow with a negative or dark light; it then spontaneously appears in SCP-7382-A’s grasp, dropping the guard to the floor, the glow vanishing. SCP-7382-A continues assaulting the present guards, now prioritising use of the spear to kill them where able.] [Crow and Cynthia emerge from the shared doorway and join SCP-7382-A at the intersection, watching as they procedurally puncture the heart of every guard’s corpse using SCP-7382 before turning to the two, breathing heavily.] SCP-7382-A: Thanks for the help, you cowards. I’ll go first so I don’t step in your little piddles, hmm? [SCP-7382-A turns and starts along the adjoined corridor.] Crow: Wrong way. [SCP-7382-A pauses, growls, then turns and follows Crow and Cynthia in the opposite direction.] [The group proceeds through several hallways relatively unopposed, SCP-7382-A killing any encountered security personnel with minimal difficulty. All on-site personnel are ordered to avoid the group until an effective method of combat is determined; the facility sprinkler system is activated to douse SCP-7382-A, keeping its body temperature below its ignition point.] [The group progressively advances deeper into the facility, eventually arriving at a staff restroom.] Crow: Alright Laplace, you’re up. [A small, black object is briefly seen emerging from Crow’s pocket as he enters the restroom; no cameras are present inside. SCP-7382-A stops in the hallway.] SCP-7382-A: What are you doing? Cynthia: Getting out, come on. SCP-7382-A: This is a toilet, you moron. What are we going to do, flush ourselves down the pipes? Crow: [Faintly] That’s the gist of it. Cynthia: It’s been done before, you’ll be fine, just get in. SCP-7382-A: Your plan is going down the crapper. Cynthia: Yes. SCP-7382-A: Your plan is crap. Cynthia: Do you want out or not? SCP-7382-A: I think I’ll — [Several guards emerge around a corner, armed with fire extinguishers. SCP-7382-A spots and charges toward them; the guards spray them with fire retardant, causing SCP-7382-A to recoil, coughing. Cynthia fires at the guard; one of the extinguishers is punctured, filling the hallway with the powdered retardant and drastically reducing visibility. The guards retreat a small distance.] Cynthia: Get in! [SCP-7382-A rushes into the restroom, struggling to breathe, and Cynthia follows.] [END LOG] Afterword: A security team promptly arrived and entered the restroom. It was discovered that the anomalies had escaped using a spatial distortion affecting one of the latrines, which had enabled them to enter and navigate the facility’s plumbing network; Foundation personnel were unable to pursue due to dense, damage-resistant flora that had manifested throughout. The spatial anomaly collapsed after twenty minutes. ‘Crow’ was promptly identified as SCP-6073 due to its characteristic appearance, indicating the incident was a raid by the Miracle Liberation Front. Comparison of the footage with Foundation records identified ‘Cynthia’ as D-24390, a high-priority Person of Interest wanted in relation to Containment Chamber #3942. The identity of the entity referred to as ‘Laplace’ is unknown. Addendum-03: Surveillance During post-incident clean-up, Foundation maintenance personnel discovered that they could discern the route taken by the anomalies by following the path of the flora occupying Site-194’s plumbing network. Use of an extended pipe inspection camera identified their destination as a nearby sewer treatment facility, where evidence of a hastily-executed ritual were found; the detected latent thaumaturgic energy signature was consistent with the creation of a temporary Way. The investigators theorised that the Way could be temporarily reopened through modification of the remaining ritual markings and application of Spiti-Class thaumaturgy;6 while the produced gateway would be too small for practical use, it would nonetheless enable a psychic individual to telepathically link with entities on the other end, potentially gleaning sufficient information to identify the location. Several almond seeds taken from SCP-7382 were used to reopen the Way, and enable Foundation psychic Andrew Khan to connect with SCP-7382-A; the reopened Way was highly unstable, and would collapse whenever SCP-7382-A exited the room at the other end. The following are Agent Khan’s reports of what he witnessed during the interims. + ACCESS SCP:/7382/Khan/Viewing1 - Hide Excerpt [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] [Cynthia is sitting in her room, playing a medieval video game on a PlayStation 3. SCP-7382-A enters, dragging an oversized dog bed behind them, which they throw at Cynthia.] Cynthia: Hey! SCP-7382-A: Who. Cynthia: We weren’t expecting any new additions, we don’t have enough beds to go around at the moment — I thought it was better than asking you to just sleep on the couch. Besides, it’s better than my bed. SCP-7382-A: Then give me yours, Warden. Cynthia: Would you stop calling me that? I’m not one of them. SCP-7382-A: Sure. [Cynthia shakes her head, moving the bed to one side before resuming the video game. SCP-7382-A stands in the doorway for several moments, watching the game, then steps over and sits on the dog bed.] Cynthia: Told you it was — SCP-7382-A: Shut it. [The two sit in silence, focusing on the game.] Cynthia: Heard you had another tussle with Becker again. SCP-7382-A: I don’t know why you people keep him around. Cynthia: He pays the bills, and he’s second-in-command. Can’t get rid of him. SCP-7382-A: Says a lot about you people when you're literally led by a brainless idiot. [Cynthia muffles a chuckle. A few more moments pass.] SCP-7382-A: What’s this thing? [Nods to the PlayStation 3.] Cynthia: Oh, it’s… [Cynthia pauses, then pauses the game.] Cynthia: You haven’t seen one of these before? SCP-7382-A: You think I’d ask if I had? Cynthia: No, I didn’t mean… nevermind. It’s a PlayStation, you use it to play video games. SCP-7382-A: Which are…? Cynthia: …Video games, they’re, uhh… it’s like a play, or a show, but you control what happens. SCP-7382-A: …right. And what’s happening in this “show”? Cynthia: Well, at the moment I’m just exploring some ruins, collecting metal for smithing — SCP-7382-A: You can make tools with this? Cynthia: Yes. No! I mean… you can make tools in it, but you can’t bring those things out. SCP-7382-A: Then what’s the point? Cynthia: It’s entertainment, it’s just… fun. Here, you know what, let me… [Cynthia saves and exits to the title screen.] Cynthia: Here, you can have a go. I’ll just make — SCP-7382-A: No, I don’t — Cynthia: Just give it a try, if you don’t like it, I won’t bother you with it again. Do you have anything better to do right now? [A few moments of silence pass. The new game begins with a cutscene; Cynthia offers the controller to SCP-7382-A.] SCP-7382-A: Fine. Cynthia: Alright, so, you use this to move — push it like this — [Game Character]: Hey, you. You’re finally awake. [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] Cynthia: Look, you can’t just keep everything you find. SCP-7382-A: And why not? Cynthia: Because you're over-encumbered, you can’t run anymore. If you just got rid of it — SCP-7382-A: Fine. What do I need to make wings? Cynthia: What? You can’t — there’s no wings in this game. SCP-7382-A: Then what’s the point of this Argonian thing? Cynthia: I told you before, you get to breathe underwater. [SCP-7382-A and Cynthia are sitting side-by side; the former is holding the controller in their foreclaws, with SCP-7382 on their lap held by their mid-claws. SCP-7382-A grumbles.] Cynthia: If you put that thing aside, you’d — [SCP-7382-A glares at Cynthia.] SCP-7382-A: No. Don’t even try it. [Cynthia moves away from SCP-7382-A, who turns back to the television screen.] Cynthia: Try what, I — SCP-7382-A: Besides, I’m doing just as well as you were. Better if I had a spear. Cynthia: So you’re enjoying it? SCP-7382-A: The combat is… sufficient. Cynthia: Because you can kill everyone you meet. SCP-7382-A: Almost everyone. I don’t understand why some people won’t die — I don’t care if they’re supposed to be important later, they’re useless… wait, is that the dragon from the beginning? Cynthia: No, this is Mirmulnir. The one at the start was Alduin. SCP-7382-A: Mirmulnir? That’s… not a bad name, I suppose. Cynthia: Speaking of which, we still don’t know yours — SCP-7382-A: Wait, wait, why is he attacking me? I haven’t — Cynthia: He’s a boss, you have to defeat him to continue the storyline — quick, eat some— SCP-7382-A: Defeat? Cynthia: Yeah, like help the guards kill him — [SCP-7382-A pauses the game and turns to Cynthia, visibly angry.] SCP-7382-A: Kill him? For what? Cynthia: …because he’s evil? It’s just what you do, the dragons attack, you kill them, absorb their soul — [SCP-7382-A bolts up.] SCP-7382-A: Absorb their soul?! [Cynthia stands up, trying to calm SCP-7382-A.] Cynthia: It’s just — it isn’t real, nothing in the game is real. You aren’t actually killing any dragons — SCP-7382-A: But they’ll keep attacking because they’re evil, and I have to kill them to continue. Right? Cynthia: …we can play a different game, Fallout doesn’t have — [SCP-7382-A throws the controller across the room, disconnecting it from the console and damaging it against the wall. They then spit a glob of tar into Cynthia’s face, who falls over backwards, trying to wipe it off.] SCP-7382-A: [Shouting] Keep your lies to yourself, Warden, I want nothing to do with your stories! [SCP-7382-A grabs the mattress from Cynthia's bed and drags it with them as they leave.] [END LOG] Afterword: Way lost stability and collapsed as SCP-7382-A exited the room. No meaningful information on location gleaned; however, Agent Khan described the atmosphere as cool but dry, potentially indicative of an air conditioned building in an arid environment. Log otherwise retained as potentially relevant to the history of SCP-7382-A. + ACCESS SCP:/7382/Khan/Viewing/2 - Hide Excerpt [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] [Cynthia is sitting in her room on the edge of her bedframe, using the oversized dog bed for cushioning. She is taking empty cartridges from a box beside her, loading them with bullets from a bucket, then putting the loaded cartridges into a second box; there is also a partially-consumed bottle of whiskey on the floor beside her. Other than a small, black bird resting on a pillow nearby, she is alone. After a few moments she stops, sighs, and rubs her temples.] [There is a knock at the door. The bird flinches, but does not otherwise react. Cynthia pushes the whiskey bottle under the bedframe using her foot.] Cynthia: Yep! [The door opens and Crow enters, carrying a box with empty cartridges in it. Cynthia slumps.] Crow: I know, but we need it done. Cynthia: Yeah, yeah… [Cynthia resumes her activity. Crow steps over, adding the empty cartridges from his box to the other, then swaps the empty box for the one with loaded cartridges; as he turns to leave he notices the bird and pauses, then turns back to Cynthia. She stops again after a few moments.] Cynthia: … what? [A pause. Crow puts the box back down, then reaches under the bedframe and pulls out the whiskey bottle.] Crow: That only works if you have a mattress, you know. Cynthia: Oh come on, Brown, I’ve been sitting here for hours — Crow: — forty minutes — Cynthia: — what’s the harm in having a pick-me-up? Crow: [Nods toward the bird.] Because everyone else will want some too, and I don’t want people getting tipsy around Beck and Shirley. Especially them, they’re hard enough to deal with as-is. You’ll have to wait until happy hour. [Crow inserts the bottle into their chest cavity.] Cynthia: Shirley? Her name is Shirley? Crow: [Shrugs.] I have no idea, but we’ve got to call her something. Cynthia: ‘Explosive’, ‘fiery’, ‘irate’, ‘livid’… dare I say ‘feral’? [A moment of silence passes.] Crow: Wow. Cynthia: Wow what? Crow: You’re the last person I’d expect to call someone names. Cynthia: [Sighs.] I know, I just… I don’t understand what her deal is, at all. She doesn’t get along with anyone, she outright hates me and I’ve no idea why, she explodes at random things, and every time she speaks everything she says is just dripping with hatred. She just… seems to hate everything and everyone, all the time, and she refuses to talk about why. Crow: It’s a phase, Cynthia; you can’t expect everyone who joins us to be hunky-dory. She just needs time to settle in, and she obviously intends to — she would’ve left by now otherwise. Cynthia: That’s what confuses me the most — why? Everything she does says she despises this place, so why is she still here? Crow: [Shrugs.] Laplace wasn’t that different, and he’s still here. Cynthia: Laplace is completely different. He’s just reserved, not — [Loud crashing is heard outside, intermixed with SCP-7382-A shouting. Both Crow and Cynthia look toward the door.] Crow: Becker’s got it, he’s on duty. [Cynthia jumps up, staring at Crow in astonishment.] Cynthia: Becker is on duty? [Crow begins to speak, pauses, then turns and rushes out of the room; Cynthia follows. The two emerge into a large common room, where SCP-7382-A is brawling with an entity with a blue, reptilian head holding a red-glowing sword. Notably, SCP-7382 is absent.] SCP-7382-A: I’m going to gut you like the swine you are, you — Second Entity: No, you’re not, and if you try then I’ll just be adding your head to my collection. [SCP-7382-A snarls, then lunges. The second entity expels an intense stream of fire from its mouth, pushing SCP-7382-A backwards and igniting several items of furniture nearby.] Second Entity: …and finding out how much dragonskin goes for. Maybe get a new jacket, this one — [SCP-7382-A screams, charging at the second entity; the latter performs a backward roll, using the momentum to throw SCP-7382-A into a cabinet behind them, then gets up and into a sword fighting stance. Several other entities emerge from the surrounding doorways.] Cynthia: Stop them! Someone stop them! Crow: Becker! [The second entity looks toward Crow. SCP-7382-A lunges at them again — still continuously screaming — this time making contact, lifting them into the air, and slamming them head-first into a wooden table; Becker drops the sword, briefly stunned. Two of the nearby entities — a glass humanoid and an anthropomorphic hyena, each wearing a Thalia and Melpomene theatre mask, respectively — rush forward and attempt to restrain SCP-7382-A; the sword is knocked under a couch during the struggle, and after a few moments both entities are knocked aside, by which time Becker has recovered and stood up again.] Cynthia: Crow! Crow: I can’t, I’ll catch fire! [Becker throws a chair at SCP-7382-A, knocking them over, then pins them down and begins punching wildly at their face; SCP-7382-A holds up two hands to either side and summons SCP-7382, causing Becker to accidentally punch its shaft and recoil in pain. SCP-7382-A strikes them in the head using the spear, detaching the head on impact, then spits a large wad of tar onto their shirt.] Crow: No! [SCP-7382-A rolls to one side, dropping Becker into a flame which ignites the tar, causing a small explosion that throws both entities to opposite ends of the room. The surrounding entities quickly grab and restrain both entities, while several others retrieve fire extinguishers and blankets to put out the fires. Crow steps forward, both hands against his head.] Crow: What the hell have you two done?! [SCP-7382-A continues to thrash, attempting to break free from the entities restraining them, but is unsuccessful; Becker, on the other hand, stops resisting.] SCP-7382-A: Get off of me, you cave-dwelling — [Crow points to a pot plant in one corner, then to SCP-7382-A; the plant quickly levitates across the room, wrapping its vines around SCP-7382-A’s maw and holding it shut with anomalous integrity. A few moments later, SCP-7382-A stops fighting against her restrainers.] Crow: Enough of the insults. One of you had better have a damn good explanation for this — Becker, you at least should know better than this. You’ve smashed almost everything in here and set the rest of it on fire! [Becker points to the reptilian head, then to himself. Crow sighs.] Crow: Give it to him. [SCP-7382-A resumes her thrashing with increased fervour; Cynthia notices this, looking between SCP-7382-A and the detached head. A nearby entity steps over to the reptilian head, bending down to pick it up.] Cynthia: Wait! [The entity stops and looks to Cynthia.] Cynthia: …leave it. Go get Becker’s bag. He can use a different one. [The entity looks to Crow, who nods; they exit through one of the surrounding doorways. Cynthia steps over to the detached head, carefully picking it up with both hands and holding it with the face outwards. She locks eyes with SCP-7382-A; after a few moments, the latter calms down again.] [The other entity returns, carrying a large duffle bag which they put down in front of Becker. The entities restraining Becker let go, allowing him to reach into the bag and retrieve a human head with cybernetic eyes, which he attaches to himself. Crow points to SCP-7382-A, and the vines around her maw loosen.] Crow: Now, explain. Becker: She’s nuts, Crow, that gunk she spits — Crow: Explain, not accuse. Becker: I was fixing the barrier, like you said, but I couldn’t find the welder anywhere. So I got that out instead — [Becker points to the head Cynthia is holding] — and she came over and lost it. I didn’t do anything! SCP-7382-A: Liar! You’re a murderer and a desecrator, just like the rest of your degenerate kind! [SCP-7382-A opens their mouth, preparing to spit a wad of tar; Crow points to her and the vines around her maw constrict again, forcing it closed.] Crow: I said enough with the insults! I don’t want your opinion, I want your answer — did you attack Becker first? [No response; SCP-7382-A simply glares at Becker.] Crow: Nod your head, or shake it. Did. You. Attack. First? [SCP-7382-A nods. She maintains the glare.] Crow: Did he do something to provoke you? Becker: I was just minding my own — Crow: I asked her, not you. Yes or no, did he say or do something to you to provoke you? [SCP-7382-A locks eyes with Crow and glares, but does not otherwise react. Crow shakes his head.] Crow: Put her in the brig. Becker, you’re cleaning this up. Becker: But I didn’t — Crow: Call for help, instead of throwing each-other into cabinets, and setting everything you missed on fire? Didn’t think that winding her up would keep the fight going? [A moment of silence passes; Becker hangs his head.] Becker: … I’ll tidy this up. Crow: Thank you. Take her away. [The entities restraining SCP-7382-A co-operate to remove her from the room. SCP-7382-A does not resist, limping on one leg as she is led away, but keeps her gaze firmly focused on Cynthia until her line-of-sight is broken; Cynthia furrows her brow, then looks down at the head in her hands.] END LOG Afterword: Way collapsed as SCP-7382-A was removed from the room. ‘Becker’ identified as SCP-6772, a high-ranking member of the Miracle Liberation Front; high probability the location is a major hideout for the group, possibly fortified with a barrier that requires welding to repair. Presence of houseplants indicates ready access to a potable water supply. Label of the whiskey bottle noted to be printed in a non-English language unfamiliar to Agent Khan. + ACCESS SCP:/7382/Khan/Viewing/3 - Hide Excerpt [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] [Cynthia enters a barren room carrying a tray of food, pushing the door closed behind her. A row of metal bars divides the room in two; the sole light source is a fluorescent tube affixed to the ceiling above the door. A humanoid entity wearing grey robes is sitting in a corner on the same side, reading a book. They look up at Cynthia.] Cynthia: Food, and I’d like to talk to her. [The entity nods and waves a gloved hand at the bars, causing several to demanifest so Cynthia can pass through; they remanifest behind her, and the entity returns their attention to the book.] [SCP-7382-A is sitting in the furthest corner on Cynthia’s left, using their tail to idly bounce a soccer ball off the wall and holding SCP-7382 in their forelimbs. The entire length of their neck is wrapped in paper talismans; several more are wrapped around their wrists and the end of their tail. SCP-7382-A stops bouncing the ball and glares at Cynthia as she approaches.] Cynthia: I’ve got — [SCP-7382-A bats the ball at Cynthia, hitting the tray and knocking the foodstuffs onto her.] Cynthia: Hey! SCP-7382-A: Go choke and die. Cynthia: I was bringing you food! SCP-7382-A: I’d rather starve, Warden. [A moment’s pause. Cynthia throws the metal tray at SCP-7382-A, hitting her in the face. SCP-7382-A lunges at Cynthia; the robed figure raises a hand toward them, and the paper talismans appear to prevent SCP-7382-A from moving any closer. SCP-7382-A attempts to swing SCP-7382 at Cynthia, but is propelled backwards to the furthest wall.] Cynthia: What the hell is your problem, Shirley?! SCP-7382-A: Shirley? Cynthia: Yes, Shirley. If you won’t tell us your name, then we’ll just call you Shirley. There are worse names going around, and for good reason. SCP-7382-A: Like you animals ever needed a reason… Cynthia: Oh, yeah, we’re the animals. We’re the ones that complain all the time, we’re the ones that insult everyone around, we’re the ones who constantly start fights and trash the place — what was it about this time, an egg? You and Becker got into a fight over an egg? [SCP-7382-A snarls, struggling against the restraints.] SCP-7382-A: That headless knuckle-dragger is the one who started it! He’s the one who thought it’d be funny to ‘make amends’ by giving me a fake dragon egg! What, should I have just sat there and smiled like a good little pet, be happy that my ‘masters’ had given me anything? Is that what you want me to do, Warden?! Cynthia: I’ve told you, I’m not a warden! SCP-7382-A: Yes you are! You all are! You and your barbaric kind! [Cynthia scowls, shaking her head and stepping back toward the bars, which demanifest in front of her, then remanifest once she’s through. The robed entity lowers its hand, releasing SCP-7382-A. Half-way to the door Cynthia stops, turning back and watching SCP-7382-A, silent.] SCP-7382-A: Enjoying the view? Satisfied that the horrifying, abominable creature is caged like it should be? [Cynthia shakes her head.] Cynthia: You’ve put yourself there. If you just… just got along with people, for once, or at least didn’t lash out all the time… why are you even here? We aren’t keeping you here — SCP-7382-A: You say while I’m in a locked room, behind bars, with a guard. Cynthia: No, I… [Cynthia sighs.] Cynthia: When we let you out, do you want to leave. SCP-7382-A: Oh, now the animal gets to choose, does it? Cynthia: You always had the choice. SCP-7382-A: Could’ve fooled me. Cynthia: Well now you know. People aren’t going to put up with your attitude for much longer. You can stay if you want to, but you’ll have to start behaving yourself around here — SCP-7382-A: — training me like a dog — Cynthia: — or you can leave, go it alone and take your own chances. It’s your choice, but after all the effort we went through to rescue you, it’d be a real shame if you just ended up in a Foundation cell again, getting hosed down by some balding moron with a promotion fetish. [SCP-7382-A briefly chuckles. A silence ensues.] SCP-7382-A: Why did you save me? Cynthia: Because you deserve to live, to be free. Just like everyone else. [SCP-7382-A scoffs.] SCP-7382-A: Sure, right. You just thought I’d be a useful weapon. Controllable. Cynthia: I thought you were someone in trouble, that’s it. Even with all of your… anger, I’d do it again. Especially now. I can tell you’ve been through enough already. [A pause. SCP-7382-A looks away. Cynthia gestures to the robed entity; they raise a hand, and the bars demanifest. Cynthia steps through — the bars reappearing behind her — and steps over to SCP-7382-A, sitting down.] Cynthia: Please, tell me. Help me to understand. Let me understand. SCP-7382-A: You won’t. You wouldn’t care. Cynthia: Try me. [Several seconds of silence pass. SCP-7382-A does not speak.] Cynthia: Why do you hate me? [SCP-7382-A turns and looks at Cynthia.] SCP-7382-A: Because you hate me. Cynthia: I don’t hate you. SCP-7382-A: Are you human? Cynthia: Yes. SCP-7382-A: Then you hate. It’s what your kind does. You hate, and you kill, and you steal and you lie. [A pause.] Cynthia: What happened? [SCP-7382-A’s expression hardens into a glare.] SCP-7382-A: What happened? You happened, you degenerate neanderthal. You and your filthy, scab-ridden, mouth-breathing, half-witted, ruinous species. Everything was beautiful, free to grow the way it wanted, not forced into shape by you scum-eaters. We flew… [A long pause. Cynthia briefly glances at the amputated stumps on SCP-7382-A’s back.] SCP-7382-A: …we flew over forests, oceans, plains, and mountains. We were content with the skies, we took only what food we needed, and the earth provided caves as our shelter. Until you low-brow half-breeds showed up, there was nothing else but nature, and no-one else but us. We were alone together in the entire world — we were happy to share it. But you weren’t. You would show up screaming like children, throwing things, trying to scare us away. You didn’t need what we had — you just didn’t want us to have it, and you hated that you couldn’t take it. [SCP-7382-A stands up, turns away, and continues bouncing the ball against the wall.] SCP-7382-A: Your stupid little sticks didn’t hurt us, so we just shooed you away like wild beasts, hoping you would start using the brains you might have had. Eventually you did — you started talking between yourselves, built your stupid little mud houses, started clearing forests to plant your weeds. We’d never seen anything like it, never seen buildings before, never made any, never even imagined them. We watched and saw with every passing day that there were more of you, always more, spreading out in every direction like a pestilence, and still you wouldn’t share. It was yours, always yours, and whenever we came down to eat, you, you… [Cynthia’s brow furrows. SCP-7382-A falls silent, shaking their head and scowling. They slowly increase the force of each successive hit on the ball.] SCP-7382-A: You figured out how to win. Somewhere along the way, while you were all bashing each-other’s skulls in, you figured out how to make your stupid little weapons hurt. You did your stupid little rituals, jumping around a bonfire like idiots, and one day one of you made it work, did some real magic. You figured out how to kill us, and you decided that meant you should. [SCP-7382-A catches the ball in one claw.] SCP-7382-A: Everywhere we went, your wizards would pull us from the skies, your knights would strip us of our wings and lives, and the rest of you… the rest of you celebrated. You’d sing stories, lying to your little crotch-goblins about how it was our fault, everything was our fault, how we’d deserved to die, how killing us was the right thing to do. If some idiot baker burnt down a town, you said we started the fire. If some dunce royal fell down a hole while trapesing through a forest, you said we kidnapped them. If we had anything, anything, you said we stole it from you. [SCP-7382-A resumes bouncing the ball.] SCP-7382-A: You took everything, because you could. You slaughtered us by the thousands, and if we fought back, more of you came. We hid in caves, fearful and praying you wouldn’t find us. There were so few of us left that you eventually stopped looking, went back to killing each-other, and just… forgot. [SCP-7382-A misses the ball; it bounces away, coming to a halt by the bars. SCP-7382-A doesn’t react to it.] SCP-7382-A: Then we died. Not from hunger, not from sickness, not injury, just… just died, like the world didn’t want us anymore. You were so convinced you knew how the world should be, and through your sheer, unyielding stubbornness, you actually made it happen. [A long pause.] Cynthia: How did you survive? SCP-7382-A: How do you think? I fought back. Some prissy barbarian murdered my brother, ate his heart, then went home to cheering and fanfare. I lured him into a forest, ran him through with my spear, and did the same. I wiped out that entire damned kingdom, and for every person that I killed — every one of my kind I avenged — I felt stronger. I was stronger. I haven’t stopped. I have no reason to stop. Cynthia: …the guards. That’s why you wanted to kill the guards when we rescued you. Feeding. [SCP-7382-A turns back to Cynthia, tightening her grip on SCP-7382, tears in her eyes. Cynthia quickly gets up, holding her palms forward and walking backwards.] Cynthia: Hold on — SCP-7382-A: They deserved it. You deserve it. I hate you, Cynthia, because I hate all your foetid kind. I hate you, because it’s the only way to survive in your world. I hate you because you hate me. You hate me. I hate you. Cynthia: I don’t hate — [SCP-7382-A lunges. The robed entity raises their hand, restraining SCP-7382-A and preventing the spearhead of SCP-7382 from reaching Cynthia. SCP-7382-A repeatedly tries to thrust SCP-7382at Cynthia, but are unable to move enough to reach her; they then attempt to throw it at her, but are similarly unable to succeed.] SCP-7382-A: I hate you! You took everything from me, and I hate you! I hate you! I hate, I hate… [SCP-7382-A collapses, dropping SCP-7382 to cover their face and weeping. After a few moments Cynthia steps over, crouching down; she goes to rest a hand on SCP-7382-A’s shoulder, but stops short of doing so. A few moments pass.] Cynthia: I don’t hate you, Shirley. But I understand. I’m… I’m sorry. [SCP-7382-A continues weeping for several minutes, slowly de-escalating into quiet sobs.] Cynthia: I can get more food, if — SCP-7382-A: [Muffled] Just… go away. Leave me alone. [Cynthia nods. She quietly stands to her feet, picking up the food tray, then passes through the bars again and opens the door.] SCP-7382-A: …Lethrie. [Cynthia stops in the doorway, turning back. SCP-7382-A is looking up at her.] Cynthia: Pardon? SCP-7382-A: My name. Lethrie Nithoggdottir. [A moment’s pause. Cynthia’s brow furrows, but nods.] Cynthia: Thank you, Lethrie. [SCP-7382-A lowers their head. Cynthia steps outside, closing the door behind them; Crow steps over from nearby.] Crow: Any luck? [Cynthia glances back at the closed door, frowning.] Cynthia: Keep Beck away from her. Keep everything from Beck away from her. If he tries anything, even a letter, lay his ass out or throw him out. I don’t care if he wants to apologise, he stays away, and take that dragon head off him too. Better yet, just tell everyone to avoid the topic of dragons, and put everything dragon-related away. Crow: Why? Cynthia: Would you put a picture of Mab up when you have Fae visiting? Crow: No. Cynthia: Then don’t bring up dragons around her. Just leave her alone until I get back. Crow: Get back? Where are you going? Cynthia: The Library. There's just… a few discrepancies I need to check. [END LOG] Afterword: Way collapsed as Cynthia moved away from SCP-7382-A’s location. Global Foundation personnel were alerted to monitor all known entrances to the Wanderer’s Library; no sightings of D-24390 were reported. The food provided to SCP-7382-A was identified as a shawarma wrap with falafels; with previous evidence (arid environment, non-English language), there is a strong likelihood the MLF hideout is within the Middle East. The statement by SCP-7382-A that use of SCP-7382 to kill humans makes the wielder ‘stronger’ is possibly indicative of a previously-unknown property of the item; Department of Tactical Theology personnel are reviewing available data in light of this. Addendum-04: Additional discovery The Department of Tactical Theology conducted a thorough analysis of all available data relating to the use of SCP-7382 in combat; it was subsequently discovered that a single burst of Akiva Radiation7 was detected by several sensors throughout Site-194, which corresponded to the moment SCP-7382 was observed glowing with a negative light in the footage of the MLF raid. It is theorised that the using SCP-7382 to terminate a human subject causes an interaction between the components of the item, which results in the production and emission of Akivas independent to any discernable sentient, religious belief. It is unclear how SCP-7382-A physically benefits from this emission. All Foundation facilities throughout the Middle East region were supplied with high-fidelity Akiva monitors, in order to locate SCP-7382 in the event this property of the anomaly was triggered again. Agent Khan continued monitoring the activities of SCP-7382-A via the psychic link. + ACCESS SCP:/7382/Khan/Viewing4 - Hide Excerpt [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-7382-A enters a room similar to its prison in the previous log; however, this room has been repurposed into a board room, furnished with a round table atop a large rug. A soft glow is emanating from beneath the rug, and several entities — including Crow, Becker, and Cynthia — are seated around the table. SCP-7382-A takes the seat directly opposite Becker, and the two glare at each-other.] Becker: [Unintelligible.]8 Crow: English, Becker. [Becker rolls their eyes and replaces their current head with that of an oversized flamingo.] SCP-7382-A: Finally, one that — Crow: Don’t. [SCP-7382-A pauses, then huffs. Crow leans toward Cynthia.] Crow: [Whispering] Are you sure this will work? Cynthia: [Whispering] We’ll know soon enough. Crow: [Whispering] Petty revenge — Cynthia: [Whispering] It’s more than that. But I need to be sure. [An entity, henceforth ‘the Adjucator’, knocks on the table with their fist.] Adjucator: All required parties are now present, so we will begin with this tribunal. The matter at hand is regarding the ongoing harassment between — Becker: I didn’t do it. SCP-7382-A: You said you’d skin me and turn me into shoes! Becker: That was ages ago — Cynthia: — five days — Adjucator: Order. That is not the circumstance that was brought to our attention. Becker: Well what, then? Crow told me to stop and I’ve stopped. I’ve done nothing wrong. Adjucator: Warden, please present the evidence. [The grey-robed entity activates an overhead projector. Displayed is an image of the mattress SCP-7382-A took from Cynthia’s room, atop which Becker’s draconic head — spraypainted black, matching SCP-7382-A — has been impaled with his sword. Becker jumps to his feet.] Becker: My head! Adjucator: And your sword, in the plaintiff’s bedroom. Becker: No, no, hold on — Adjucator: Order. Becker: Back up! I didn’t do that, I can’t have. I never got that head back, and my sword has been missing for days. Crow, you know that! [Crow glances at Cynthia. She nods.] Adjucator: Mr. Brown, can you confirm this? Crow: I can. He told me on Thursday. SCP-7382-A: Just because he said it, doesn’t mean it actually was missing. Becker: Shut up, you conniving little — [Becker and SCP-7382-A lunge at each-other. The Warden raises a hand toward each, the paper talismans wrapped around their wrists pulling them apart and forcing them back into their seats.] Adjucator: Order! The plaintiff is correct, it is possible the defendant was lying. This is supported by the defendant’s known history of deception — Becker: I’m not lying! Adjucator: — and although they have never directed such deception at other members of our group, it is irrefutable that the defendant does not extend such courtesies toward the plaintiff. Becker: Crow, I promised I would leave her alone! I don’t break promises — you know that! [Crow nods, but does not speak.] Adjucator: The evidence presented indicates you as the culprit. Do you have any information which may prove otherwise? [Becker jabs a finger at SCP-7382-A.] Becker: Her! It has to be her. She wants to get rid of me, she’s trying to frame me! [Cynthia glances at Crow.] Crow: I agree, but there are a dozen people who say they saw her at a distance throughout the day yesterday. If they’re correct, she didn’t have the time to do this herself. Becker: It… it was someone else, then, I didn’t do it! Cynthia: Who, Beck? Who else had motive? Becker: I don’t know, you maybe? You’re on her side — Cynthia: I was at the Library for the past three days, and only just got back this morning. The Docents and Pages can confirm that. Becker: You can make portals — Cynthia: Which the Docents would pick up on. They know I was there until early this morning. [A few moments of silence pass.] Becker: I didn’t do it. Adjucator: The evidence indicates you as the culprit, and your known dislike of the plaintiff presents sufficient motive. Crow: Becker, where were you the day before yesterday? Did anyone see you, can they confirm you couldn’t have done this? [A pause. Becker slumps.] Adjucator: Mr. Becker? Becker: I was alone in my room. The whole day. Crow: …why? Becker: I woke up covered in boils. Spoke to Doc Haus, she gave me medicine and directions, told me to keep to myself to avoid spreading it. Cynthia: Boils? Becker: Yes, boils, that’s what I said. Just showed up one night, then they were gone the next. But Haus saw them, she knows it was real. Crow: Did she check on you? Becker: The next day, yes. Adjucator: But not throughout the day you were infected. Becker: She said it didn’t look serious, just — Adjucator: Indicating you had adequate time and opportunity to commit this crime — Becker: I said, I didn’t — Adjucator: — and return before being noticed. I believe sufficient evidence has been presented for this tribunal to come to a decision, unless anyone has any further information they would like to share. [Several moments of silence pass. SCP-7382-A grins.] Adjucator: Very well. Members of the tribunal, are there any requests for deliberation to determine a verdict? [A few moments of silence.] Adjucator: Then please declare your verdicts. ???: Guilty. ???: Innocent. ???: Guilty. ???: Guilty. Adjucator: Guilty. Mr. Becker, this tribunal finds you guilty of the offense of repeated harassment — [Becker jumps to his feet.] Becker: No! I didn’t — Brown, I didn’t do it! Crow: I know, I believe you. Just keep quiet. Becker: But — Crow: Trust me. Just stay calm. Adjucator: — follow orders issued by a higher-ranking member of our association. As such, you are hereby expelled from the Miracle Liberation Front — Becker: What?! No! I — Crow: Beck, just sit down, trust me. Adjucator: — forbidden from rejoining the association for a period of at least two years, and all privileges, rewards, and assets provided are hereby rescinded and annulled. [SCP-7382-A sharply inhales and tenses. Her grip tightens on SCP-7382, which glows — then shines — with a negative or dark light.] Cynthia: What are you doing? SCP-7382-A: Feeding. Cynthia: On what? Victory? SCP-7382-A: Deception. [The light vanishes from SCP-7382. SCP-7382-A’s eyes go wide.] SCP-7382-A: I meant — Cynthia: Meant what? You meant to do what? SCP-7382-A: I — I meant to say — Crow: A lie? SCP-7382-A: Ye— I — [A moment of silence passes. Everyone present is staring at SCP-7382-A in various states of disbelief. Becker is scowling fiercely.] Becker: It was you, you — Cynthia: Yes, it was. She caused the boils so you wouldn’t have an alibi. Then she set up the scene herself to frame you. [SCP-7382-A stands up.] SCP-7382-A: You have no proof. Cynthia: Am I wrong? Are you saying that you aren’t framing him? [Again, SCP-7382-A repeatedly attempts to speak, but appears to be unable to do so.] SCP-7382-A: What have you done to me? Why can’t I speak? [Crow stands from his seat, moving his chair aside and rolling back part of the rug, revealing a large, intricate, glowing glyph on the floor beneath.] Crow: Cynthia and Dr. Yeen built this truth kinetoglyph earlier. Nobody in this room can lie. Cynthia: Your spear has the Staff of Aaron in it, which was used to cause the biblical plagues — a plague of boils, and a plague of flies. I’m guessing you got a swarm of flies to move in your rough shape, so people would mistake it from a distance for you and give you an alibi. Am I right? [Several moments of silence. SCP-7382-A glares at Cynthia.] SCP-7382-A: …you knew. You… you set this up. To trick me. Cynthia: Yes. We did. Adjucator: If you were already conclusively aware of the plaintiff’s guilt, why did you permit this tribunal to occur? What was the purpose of this? Crow: We weren’t sure if the kinetoglyph would work on her. Now we do. Cynthia: And… I needed confirmation. Adjucator: Confirmation for…? [A moment of silence. Cynthia looks to SCP-7382-A, her expression sad.] Cynthia: Do you believe you are Lethrie Nithoggdottir? SCP-7382-A: Believe? Are you — Cynthia: Yes or no. Do you believe you are Lethrie Nithoggdottir? SCP-7382-A: I know I am Lethrie Nithoggdottir. [Cynthia shakes her head.] Cynthia: … Lethrie died almost three hundred thousand years ago. You can’t be her. [SCP-7382-A rolls their eyes.] SCP-7382-A: That’s weak, even for a Jailor. Cynthia: Your brother. Was his name Vafnir? [SCP-7382-A freezes.] SCP-7382-A: … how do — Cynthia: Please, just… just answer the question. [SCP-7382-A stares at Cynthia for several moments, visibly surprised. She repeatedly opens her mouth to speak but appears unable to do so.] SCP-7382-A: … yes, his name was Vafnir. Cynthia: And you remember your people, the dragons, being wiped out by humans? SCP-7382-A: …Yes. Cynthia: No. SCP-7382-A: No? Crow: The dragons were wiped out by the Fae Empire, drained of their souls to fuel their magic. Humankind had nothing to do with it. Cynthia: You said you used the spear to fight back — you had it when your people were first attacked, yes? SCP-7382-A: Yes. Attacked by humans. Cynthia: But the staff is only three thousand years old at best — Exodus was set in 1500 BC. The bindings are even younger. Even the sword wasn’t made until the Second Diaspora, and the dragon purge was at least thirty thousand years before that — that spear could not have existed back then. SCP-7382-A: So? All that proves is that I remember something more recent — Cynthia: There’s were no other purges, because there were no dragons left to purge. The Empire killed them all. The only dragons that have roamed the world since then are… are those born from myth. SCP-7382-A: Well what, then? What are you saying? [Cynthia takes a deep breath.] Cynthia: I’m… I’m saying you aren’t… real. [A moment’s silence.] SCP-7382-A: I’m right here. Cynthia: Yes, you are, but… [Cynthia sighs.] Cynthia: When you told me your story, I… I went to the Library, looking for information. I told the Archivists what you told me, and they eventually led me to this. [Cynthia carefully puts an old, leather-bound tome on the table, the title 'Regarding the Composition of Common Folklore through Fabrication and Error' facing upward. After a moment she opens the book, carefully turning to a section titled 'Of Nithahoggr’s Descendants.'] Cynthia: This section talks about long-forgotten Norse myth. One focuses on a dragon named Lethrie, the twin of Vafnir, both born near a cliffside at a place called Tronege. Vafnir was killed by a knight named Sigemund, and Lethrie sought revenge, disguising themselves as someone called Hognin to do so. [SCP-7382-A’s eyes widen. Cynthia turns the book to show her.] Cynthia: Everything you told me is here, except for the part about your people dying out. All of it. The author goes on to talk about a real Nithahoggr, Lethrie, and Vafnir, who died during the dragon purge, trying to hide from the Fae Empire. They suggest someone borrowed a history book from the Library, retold the story, and between readings it… changed. Became a myth. Your myth. [SCP-7382-A reads the pages in silence. She shakes her head.] SCP-7382-A: No, I… I’m here. I’m here, I’m real. This… this has to be a trick, I wouldn’t be here otherwise. Explain that — how can I be here? Crow: Belief. There are hundreds of deities in the world that only exist because people think they do. Cynthia: People are so convinced the world is a certain way, the world actually obeys and brings the stories to life. [SCP-7382-A looks up, locking eyes with Cynthia.] SCP-7382-A: What… happens when… people stop believing? Cynthia: …then the world changes back, and the deities fade away. [Several moments of silence.] Adjucator: You stated this myth has been forgotten. If the plaintiff — Crow: I’m pretty sure we’ve abandoned the tribunal by now. Adjucator: Lethrie, then. Wouldn’t she have faded by now, without believers to support her existence? Cynthia: Normally, yes; I think that’s why the rest of her family died. But I think the spear is keeping her alive. [SCP-7382-A jumps up from her seat, brandishing SCP-7382. Cynthia holds up her hands submissively.] Cynthia: We aren’t going to take it. You said it makes you feel stronger, right? When you kill or trick people with it? [A moment’s pause; SCP-7382-A nods.] Cynthia: I think it has the same effect as being believed in, somehow — like it’s releasing some sort of energy she needs to survive. Adjucator: So she framed Becker to deceive us, to gain sustenance from it. Was that your intent, Lethrie? SCP-7382-A: …mostly. Yes. Becker: Mostly? Crow: Why Becker? Would anyone have done? SCP-7382-A: I wanted him. He’s an abominable barbarian like the man who killed my brother. Becker: [Scoffs.] At least I’m real. [SCP-7382-A snarls and lunges at Becker with SCP-7382; the Warden raises his hands, preventing them both from getting closer. However, the momentum of SCP-7382pulls it from SCP-7382-A’s grasp, and it hits the uncovered section of the kinetoglyph with its tip; there is a sound of shattering glass as the kinetoglyph flashes and disappears, followed by SCP-7382 falling to the floor. Crow jumps to his feet.] Crow: Becker, get out! Becker: She tried — Crow: Now! [The Warden lowers one hand. Becker scowls, pulling the talismans off his wrists and leaving the room; SCP-7382-A struggles against the talismans until he is gone. Crow shakes his head in disapproval.] Adjucator: Becker is correct; she is guilty of deception. SCP-7382-A: I had to. The Jailors grabbed me before I finished my last plan, and you grabbed me before I could start with them. Crow: You could have told us, we could’ve figured something out — SCP-7382-A: I didn’t have enough time! What do you think the guards were for, Tinderbox? I had to kill them so I could set up something better, and now — [SCP-7382-A pauses, then slumps. Cynthia’s eyes widen.] Cynthia: But it just — SCP-7382-A: It takes time. I would’ve got more from just running the oaf through. [The judiciary entities turn and mumble to each-other. Cynthia covers her mouth.] Crow: How long do you have? [SCP-7382-A simply shakes her head. Crow growls in frustration.] Crow: Alright, alright, we’ll figure something out, but we will come back to this. Warden, take her to her room. [The Warden nods, lowering their hand and SCP-7382-A to the floor. Cynthia steps over to SCP-7382-A.] Cynthia: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought… [SCP-7382-A ignores her, stepping past to where SCP-7382 is lying on the floor.] Cynthia: Please, Lethrie, I know what it’s like to find out your life is a lie — SCP-7382-A: I don’t believe you. Cynthia: I know it’s hard to accept — SCP-7382-A: No. You were just reading my mind. Cynthia: Lethrie, the book — SCP-7382-A: You read my mind earlier, and you wrote it yourself. No, it… it isn’t real. I’m real, what I remember is real. You’re just trying to trick me. [SCP-7382-A picks up SCP-7382 from the floor.] Cynthia: Your mother’s name. [SCP-7382-A frowns.] Cynthia: She was never named in the myth. Only your father, Nithahoggr. Do you remember her name? [A few moments of silence pass. SCP-7382-A opens her mouth to speak, but pauses; she then turns and silently follows the Warden, closing the door gently behind her. Cynthia watches in silence, tears welling in her eyes.] [END LOG] Afterword: The Akiva radiation emitted by SCP-7382 was detected by several Foundation facilities throughout northern Iraq; the source was identified as a small compound south-west of Mosul, Iraq. + ACCESS SCP:/7382/Khan/Viewing5 - Hide Excerpt [BEGIN LOG] [Cynthia is walking down a hallway, passing several entities as she goes. She spots and approached an anthropomorphic hyena wearing a doctor’s coat and spectacles, who is standing next to a closed, familiar door.] Cynthia: You needed me, Dr. Yeen? Dr. Yeen: You need to talk to her. [Cynthia frowns, shaking her head.] Cynthia: I don’t think — Dr. Yeen: Yes, you do, and you have to. She won’t talk to anyone else, she isn’t even bothering to insult me anymore — you’re the only person on friendly terms with her. Cynthia: That was before I murdered her. Dr. Yeen: She’s still alive. Cynthia: Not for much longer, thanks to me. Dr. Yeen: And whatever time she has left, she’s wasting. Cynthia, I can’t tell if she’s even moved since you two last spoke, let alone eat or do anything else. You’re the only person who understands what she’s going through, you know what she’s feeling from experience. You have to help her out of it. [A few moments of silence as Cynthia shifts uneasily.] Cynthia: What if I make it worse? Dr. Yeen: You can’t. This is the worst it can possibly get. [A few more moments pass. Dr. Yeen steps aside, gesturing to the door, and Cynthia steps past to open it. The room beyond is the same barren room SCP-7382-A was imprisoned with; the light from the hallway reveals the metal bars have been removed, the sole ceiling light has been smashed, and SCP-7382-A is curled up in the furthest corner, head covered, with SCP-7382 lying on the floor nearby.] Cynthia: Lethrie? [SCP-7382-A does not react. Cynthia steps in, closing the door behind her and plunging the room into total darkness.] Cynthia: Lethrie, it’s… [No response. There is a sound of crunching glass as Cynthia crosses the room.] Cynthia: I’m sorry. I really… I didn’t… [Silence.] Cynthia: I thought winning triggered it, just beating Beck was enough. I didn’t know the trick was… [A long, extended silence. Cynthia sniffles.] Cynthia: Please, talk to me Lethrie, we — SCP-7382-A: [Faintly] I’m not Lethrie. [More silence. Cynthia sits down.] Cynthia: When… when I was at the Foundation, they called me D-24390. I… [A pause.] Cynthia: I remember my father, John Franks, and my mother, Anette. I… I remember them calling me Diana. Diana Franks, born 1984 in Adelaide, Australia. I remember becoming an accountant, of all things, and I was good at it. Good enough that… I can’t remember if I was greedy, or desperate, or both, but I started stealing money, lots of it. Then it was… [Another pause; Cynthia sniffles.] Cynthia: I remember 2010 being the year I got caught. A co-worker, Edward, morally-rigid sort who wouldn’t let it slide. He confronted me first, gave me a chance, but I… I remember throwing something at him. I remember him going down, and… [Another pause. Cynthia takes a deep breath.] Cynthia: …charged with manslaughter and embezzlement, thirty-five years in prison. But then the Foundation showed up, offered an alternative program, and I remember accepting. Then came seven years of hell, being used as a lab rat for whatever they wanted. I eventually escaped… [Cynthia pauses.] Cynthia: I can’t explain how, but I did. When I was out I used what I’d learned to get around, looking for a way to get back at the Foundation, help the people — human and otherwise — that were suffering because of them. The Serpent’s Hand came up pretty quickly, of course, which led me to the Library. [A pause.] Cynthia: When you… want a library card for the Wanderer’s Library, you need to give them your true name. Not an alias, your… your realest name, the name that’s definitively, everything about you. I needed a card to join the Hand, so… so I went to the Archivists, said my name was Diana Franks. The name I had before… before the Foundation. [A long pause, interrupted by Cynthia’s restrained sobbing.] Cynthia: They rejected it. It took a while, but… the name I had printed on my first Library card, my true name, was D-24390. I’d never been Diana Franks, never been anyone before I showed up in the D-Class program. The Foundation has a machine somewhere that can grow people en masse, and they test it by just… creating disposable people. Giving them fake memories, fake identities, use them to cover their staffing problems.9 I… there was no Diana Franks, nor John, nor Anette. No birth, no childhood, no career, no conviction, no murder… none of it was real. Neither was I. [Another long pause.] SCP-7382-A: [Faintly] Why… Cynthia? Cynthia: Because screw them, that’s why. I needed a name, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to use the ones they gave me. Diana wasn’t real, but Cynthia could be. Cynthia is. My card doesn’t say 24390 anymore, because that isn’t who I am. I’m Cynthia now. [A brief pause. SCP-7382-A shifts.] Cynthia: You aren’t who you thought you were. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t anybody. You’re still you. SCP-7382-A: I’m just a myth. A forgotten one. Cynthia: A living myth! That’s a feat in itself — your story was riveting, fascinating, retold by thousands if not millions across generations, spoken as truth, preferred to the truth of reality around them. And you’re still alive, long after your story has faded — that’s… every other deity has faded away within years, but you’re still here after centuries. Your story had nothing to do with that. You accomplished that — you, a survivor, someone with such an indominable will that you can defy not only reality, but the greater forces which control it. They’ve wanted you dead for eons, and they’ve failed. They can still fail. [Another pause. SCP-7382-A turns to face Cynthia.] Cynthia: You can still survive. We still have time, we can — [Cynthia is cut off by the sound of a tornado siren winding up, promptly followed by a muffled but nearby explosion that rocks the building. Both Cynthia and SCP-7382-A jump up.] SCP-7382-A: What the hell was that? [Another explosion, followed by faint gunfire. Cynthia rushes to the door, opening it; SCP-7382-A picks up SCP-7382 and follows, taking care to avoid the broken glass on the floor. Multiple entities are rushing up and down the hallway, with those wielding firearms heading in the same direction.] Cynthia: Yeen, what’s happening, who’s — Dr. Yeen: I don’t know, sentries spotted some vans — [Another explosion. Crow appears around a corner, carrying a Barrett M82 rifle.] Crow: Cynthia! Cynthia: Crow, who — Crow: Foundation, they’ve found us. We need to evacuate, they’re coming down hard. [Cynthia immediate begins performing various gestures with her hands; a kinetoglyph slowly forms in the air nearby.] Cynthia: Bring everyone you can here, they’ll start dropping anchors soon — [The kinetoglyph widens into a wormhole connected to the sewer treatment facility near Site-194, revealing the Foundation observation team monitoring the MLF through the psychic link. Cynthia’s widening in shock.] Cynthia: They kept the last one open — [Several members of the observation team reach for their firearms. Cynthia performs a quick gesture, closing the wormhole and severing the psychic link.] [END LOG] Addendum-05: Foundation raid Agent Khan's psychic link was severed by the closure of the wormhole, and all subsequent attempts to re-open the wormhole failed. The entirety of the raid on the MLF compound was recorded by the body cameras of the attending Foundation agents; the following is a transcript of Captain Worley's footage, beginning from the moment the psychic link was severed. + ACCESS SCP:/7382/MLF/Raid - Hide Excerpt [BEGIN LOG] [A region of barren, stony desert dominated by a reinforced mud brick compound is visible, illuminated by harsh midday sunlight. The structure is encircled by several Foundation convoys disguised as the United States Armed Forces; several vehicles and portions of the compound have been damaged or destroyed by explosive munitions, and a reinforced truck — containing an active Scranton Reality Anchor — has collided with part of the structure. Several members of the MLF are attempting to reach this truck but are being suppressed by gunfire, and the Foundation forces are gradually gaining ground.] [Captain Worley hides behind a boulder as a high-calibre bullet hits the stone in front of him.] Captain Worley: [Into his radio] Someone take out that damn sniper! Agent Mendelez: [Over radio] Where the hell are they, I can’t see— Agent Johnston:[Over radio] North-east tower! [A nearby Foundation agent hoists and fires an RPG at the base of the tower, obliterating the stonework and destabilising the structure; the nearby MLF forces scatter as the tower collapses. Captain Worley’s team break cover, rushing toward the rubble of the tower; several of the scattered MLF attempt to regroup to intercept, but are held back by cover fire. A lone MLF agent rushes out toward the rubble, throwing a grenade at the approaching Foundation agents. Worley is thrown to the ground, obscuring the camera’s view.] Becker: Crow! Crow, where are you?! [Worley gets up in time to see Becker — now sporting a semi-humanoid chiropteran head with large ears — take cover among the tower rubble, intermittently firing at Captain Worley and his team, who take cover nearby.] Captain Worley: [Into his radio] Horseman spotted at north-east tower, I think Scarecrow is in the rubble. Command: Received, capture either target if able. Becker: Crow! [Worley throws a stun grenade where Becker is hiding; the detonation temporarily overloads the microphone. The team rush over and find Becker lying on his back, both hands covering his bleeding ears, screaming. The agents restrain him using several cable ties.] Captain Worley: You six, get him in a truck and haul ass back to command; the rest of us will cover, then push into the compound. Agent Mendelez: What about the Scarecrow? Captain Worley: He can dig himself out, or we’ll dig him out once this is over. But we are not losing the Horseman. [The team divides into two groups, six working together to drag Becker toward the Foundation convoy, while the others — including Worley — fire on any hostile forces that attempt to intercept. Several members of the MLF recognise Becker and fire on the group, halting their progress near a breach in the compound’s outer wall.] Captain Worley: [Into his radio] We need help at the east breach, we have the Horseman but we’re pinned down— [The radio suddenly emits a harsh, continuous tone; all Foundation agents, and several MLF members, simultaneously recoil. Worley and his team pull out their earpieces.] Agent Johnston: They’re jamming our radios — Captain Worley: You don’t say?! [Worley’s team continues covering the group with Becker, but are unable to give the latter an opportunity to escape. Agent Mendelez is knocked backwards by a bullet in his shoulder; Worley swears, helping him to his feet.] Captain Worley: Damn it, fall back! Johnston, Hurley, Xanxes, cover us — we’ll stop over there, then we’ll cover you. Got it? Go! [The team splits again, alternating roles and progressing toward the group with Becker via several landmarks; they eventually reach a tool shed near the trapped group, with Worley’s division breaking cover from it first.] [A black object briefly flies into view ahead of the group, which explodes on impact and throws the group to the ground; Worley lands on his back, obscuring the camera’s view. A brief gunfight is heard nearby, intermixed with shouts and agonised screams, then the sound of a growing fire.] SCP-7382-A: Hold still! [Becker continues screaming.] SCP-7382-A: Then take it off you stupid — [Becker’s screaming abruptly stops. Worley sits up; the area is littered with corpses and patches of burning tar, and several of Worley’s agents can be seen fleeing. SCP-7382 is using the spearhead of SCP-7382-A to cut through Becker’s bindings; Becker’s chiropteran head lies discarded a small distance away.] SCP-7382-A: The Wardens have an anchor somewhere, whatever that is. Laplace and Cynthia need you to deal with it — should be easy, since you constantly ruin everything around you. [Worley leaps to his feet, throwing a stun grenade and drawing his sidearm; SCP-7382-A recoils at the detonation, dropping SCP-7382 and stumbling backwards. Worley readies a canister of fire-retardant foam in his spare hand, and sprints toward SCP-7382-A.] Captain Worley: Stay down! Stay — [Becker breaks his remaining restraints and grabs SCP-7382, swinging it at Worley like a bat; Worley drops the canister of flame retardant and rolls with the impact into a crouched position, firing two rounds into Becker’s body armour — knocking him over — before his weapon jams. Worley attempts to clear the blocked round; Becker reaches for his own handgun.] [Still attempting to manually cycle the gun, Worley turns and runs back to the tool shed where his three remaining team members are firing at other MLF agents; he is knocked to the ground from behind, roaring in pain, but rolls over to reveal a blob of ignited tar wrapped around one of his legs, the flames quickly spreading across his clothes. He retrieves a second canister of fire suppressant and sprays the foam onto himself, extinguishing the flames, then pulls off the tar with his hand and limps the rest of the way.] [Worley and the three agents — Johnston, Hurley, and Xanxes — take cover out of view from Becker and SCP-7382-A. Worley begins partially disassembling his weapon to clear the blockage while Xanxes bandages his leg.] Captain Worley: Radios? [Xanxes turns his radio on; it emits the same monotonous tone until turned off again. Worley clears the blockage and reassembles his gun, loads a fresh clip, then moves to the nearest corner and uses the reflective blade of his knife to look around it.] Captain Worley: Horseman’s gone, but we can get the Lizard’s spear. She’s weak. Agent Hurley: Is that before or after she kills the rest of us? Captain Worley: She’s coming, other side. [Worley aims his sidearm toward the other corner; he attempts to signal Foundation forces by reflecting the sunlight off his knife’s blade.] SCP-7382-A: Ready to die, you little weenies? Captain Worley: Remember me, ‘Lethrie?’ [A pause.] SCP-7382-A: I would ask who you are, but I honestly don’t care. [Worley growls. A flashing light near the Foundation convoy catches his attention; he puts his knife away, then gestures and leads his group around the corner, toward the opposite end of the shed.] Captain Worley: I’m the one who kicked your arse in the forest— SCP-7382-A: And you’re going to do it again, make me pay for what I did, make it the last thing I ever remember, right? [Worley’s group stops at the next corner; Worley looks around the corner using his knife.] Captain Worley: Something like that. SCP-7382-A: You Wardens are pathetic. Why would I remember any of you? You mean nothing to me. I don’t give a damn about your self-righteous crusade, I don’t care about the stupid sob-stories of patsies dying in your arms, and I especially don’t care about whatever pitiful milk-drinking crotch goblins are left for you to tell it to. [Worley roars, rounding the corner with his gun raised.] Captain Worley: That’s rich, coming from you! You’re nothing but a half-baked sob-story, whose spent thousands of years whining about things that never happened! Your story was forgotten because it was rubbish, and the only good part of it is your miserable ending! [Worley leads his group along the shed. A large bullet whizzes past overhead; Worley looks up in time to see SCP-7382-A jump down from the roof, tackling him to the ground and knocking over the surrounding agents with SCP-7382.] [A frenzied scuffle ensues. The camera’s erratic movements render the visuals inscrutable; several gunshots and varying shouts of pain from all involved are heard. The fight continues until a canister of fire retardant foam goes off, at which time SCP-7382-A is knocked away from the group. All involved have been severely injured, the Foundation agents now sporting several significant scratches and claw marks, with Xanxes lying unresponsive nearby — SCP-7382-A also has several significant stab wounds across its torso. A moment passes, then SCP-7382-A raises its forelimbs into the air, holding SCP-7382 in one claw.] Captain Worley: You had your chance. You aren’t leaving here alive. SCP-7382-A: I know. But neither are any of you. Captain Worley: [Scoffs.] We’ll see about that. SCP-7382-A: No. You won’t. [The area rapidly dims. Worley looks up; a solar eclipse is occurring10 and dense storm clouds are quickly forming overhead. Worley takes aim and fires a round at SCP-7382-A before his weapon jams again, then charges at SCP-7382-A with his knife. SCP-7382-A turns aside to run.] [The region plunges into total darkness, interrupted only by flashes of lightning and gunfire, and several lights within the compound which are quickly turned off. Several vehicles in the Foundation convoy turn on their headlights to illuminate the area but are destroyed by MLF forces. Worley and his team, along with all members of the Foundation forces, turn on their flashlights to search the area. SCP-7382-A is nowhere to be seen.] [The storm clouds erupt into a deluge of hailstones and lightning strikes throughout the compound and its surrounds. Worley shouts but is drowned out by the repeated thunderclaps; he and Johnston find the entrance to the shed, breaking it down and entering, while Hurley drags the unresponsive Xanxes in behind them. The two conscious agents set about barricading the door while Worley attempts to un-jam his weapon again. They all shout to be heard.] Agent Hurley: This isn’t on her file! Captain Worley: It’s the Plagues, she can do any of them! Agent Johnston: Including the one that kills every firstborn around here?! [A pause. Hurley scrambles onto the barricade and smears blood along the door frame.] Agent Johnston: It has to be lamb’s blood— Agent Hurley: Well I don’t bloody have a lamb, do you?! Captain Worley: Shut it! We have to go out there and take her down, or at least get that damn spear off her. Agent Hurley: We can’t go out into that! Captain Worley: And we can’t stay in here either! Think of something! [Worley and Johnston search the shed’s interior. There are several tools hanging from hooks throughout and scattered across a large workbench; several piles of rebar rods, metal plates, copper pipes and lengths of wire sit in the corner. Johnston grabs a rebar rod and begins wrapping the wire around it.] Agent Johnston: Throw this somewhere high, plant the other end in the ground, lightning rod. Agent Hurley: That wire will blow like a fuse on the first strike. Captain Worley: Then we won’t use it — just the rod. Agent Hurley: How? If it’s supposed to attract lightning, then the moment we step outside carrying one, we’ll be hit — how are we supposed to get it anywhere useful? [A pause. Worley picks up two copper pipes, passing one to Johnston and screwing a metal cap onto the other.] Captain Worley: Tape a laser sight onto that, make it straight. Hurley, find something we can pack down as wadding. [Johnston finds a roll of duct tape and attaches the laser sight from his gun onto the pipe; Hurley searches the shed. Worley uses the bench vice to methodically crush the capped end of his pipe.] Agent Hurley: That won’t hold— Agent Worley: It’ll hold better than it would otherwise, and that’s the best we have right now. Just find that wadding. [Johnston gives the sighter pipe to Worley, who attaches it to the end pipe and crushes the two together; Worley then uses a power drill to make a hole in the top of the capped end of the pipe. Hurley finds a bag of rags and brings them to Worley.] Captain Worley: Damn it. Agent Johnston: Sir? Captain Worley: I’m missing a flashbang. Must’ve been knocked loose in the fight. [Worley unscrews the fuse from one of his M67 grenades and inserts it into the hole in the pipe; he then pours the explosive powder from the grenade down the length of pipe, and uses the rags and a rebar rod to pack it down. The agents then co-operate to load several rebar rods into the barrel of the pipe-cannon, using rags to pack them together tightly.] Agent Hurley: This is a bad idea. Captain Worley: If you have a better one, I’m all ears. Johnston, get the door; Hurley, help me aim this thing. [Hurley helps Johnston remove the barricade; the latter then opens the door. The area beyond is covered in a layer of large hailstones, and intermittently illuminated by the frequent flashes of lightning. No figures can be seen anywhere, and nothing is heard but the continuous hailfall and thunderclaps.] [Worley turns on the laser sight, using it to aim the pipe cannon at one of the compound’s remaining towers; Hurley uses several objects to prop the cannon up, then duct tapes it into position. Worley and Johnston move the workbench to wall furthest from the cannon and lie it on its side, then drag and position all the metal plates against the bench top as shielding.] [Johnston and Hurley move the unconscious Xanxes behind the table, then take shelter themselves; Worley steps over to the pipe cannon, makes sure it is still aimed at the tower, then carefully attaches the length of wire to the pin, unspooling it as he walks backwards toward Johnston and Hurley. Once positioned behind the table, he glances at each of the agents — who nod in reply — then tugs the wire to pull the pin and ducks down for cover.] [Several moments pass, then an explosion is briefly heard between thunderclaps; a cloud of debris rains down on the agents, but none are injured. After a few moments more Worley stands up and surveys the scene: the cannon and the objects propping it up have been blown apart, with shards of metal embedded into the surrounding surfaces or outright puncturing through the walls of the shed. The concrete floor is cracked and scorched.] [The thunderclaps continue but are audibly further away now, and followed by a faint exploding sound; Worley steps over to the doorway and looks out, briefly watching as the thunderbolts all repeatedly strike one of the compound’s remaining towers, destroying sections of the stonework and revealing the metal framework within, which further attracts the lightning.] Agent Johnston: What now? [Worley chambers a round in his sidearm, holsters it, then readies his assault rifle.] Captain Worley: Find her and kill her. She has to be nearby — she couldn’t survive this weather even at full strength. Agent Hurley: Aren’t we going to deal with the hail first? [Worley knocks on his combat helmet.] Agent Hurley: That’s not — Captain Worley: It’s enough. The weather stops her from moving, so we leave it in play. You stay here with Xanxes; Johnston, you’re with me. Ready? [Johnston nods, readying his assault rifle. Worley takes point and the two charge out into the storm. The footage is obscured by the weather and Worley’s hurried movements; it steadies when the pair reach the entrance to a nearby building, taking a moment to prepare before kicking the door down and entering with rifles raised.] [The interior of the building is unlit. Worley and Johnston look over the surrounds using their flashlights; the building is a long hall, furnished with several rows of bunk beds and footlockers to function as a military-style barrack. The contents of the room are in disarray, with several bedsheets, pillows, and personal items lay scattered about. There are a pair of doors at the opposite end of the hall, around which flashes of light — coinciding with the lightning outside — can be seen. The doors swing closed by themselves, muffling the thunderclaps.] [Worley finds the light switch and flicks it to no effect. Johnston notices a trail of blood on the floor in front of them, along with several small piles of dust shaped like SCP-7382’s footprints; he points these out to Worley, who nods. The two advance down the hall slowly, taking care to make no noise and watch their surroundings as they go.] [A small, black bird lands on a nearby bunk bed. The bird watches them for a few moments, then loudly caws at them; Johnston steps forward and shoos it away. It flies toward the back of the hall, where one of the bathroom doors opens slightly to receive it; Worley and Johnston notice this, focusing their flashlights on the door and advancing toward it.] [Several seconds pass.] [Agent Johnston gasps and drops his rifle. Worley turns to see SCP-7382-A removing the spearhead of SCP-7382 from Johnston’s back, promptly before shoving him into Worley, knocking both over. Worley jumps up and searches the surroundings but is unable to spot SCP-7382-A again; he kneels and rolls Johnston onto his back, who is alive but clearly struggling to breathe.] Captain Worley: No no no no no no no no… [Worley rolls Johnston onto his side to inspect the wound; air can be heard and seen escaping each time Johnston inhales, indicating a punctured lung. Worley grabs a nearby blanket, balls it up, and presses it against the wound. A blob of unignited tar can be seen where the blanket was, but Worley does not appear to notice this.] SCP-7382-A: You should have left— [SCP-7382-A breaks into a fit of wet coughing, subsiding into an agonized groan. Worley rolls Johnston onto his back again. Johnston’s breathing is labored; his eyes are filled with pain and fear.] Captain Worley: What do I do, what do I do, what do I — [Worley is hit by a small toy thrown from the darkness.] SCP-7382-A: Die, Jailor; that’s all any of you — [Worley jumps up, roaring in incoherent fury and firing wildly in the direction of SCP-7382-A’s voice. A shout of pain is heard, then a silhouette is seen rushing through the partially-open bathroom door, closing it behind them; Worley follows, firing into the door and pausing only to briefly reload his weapon. He doesn't stop screaming until he reaches the door.] Captain Worley: Shut up and die, you piece of — [Worley kicks open the door. SCP-7382-A is briefly seen climbing over a bathtub before the camera and microphone are overloaded by a stun grenade explosion. The visuals return to Worley firing blindly into the bathroom; SCP-7382-A is absent, however there is a large pile of dust arranged in their shape where they were moments earlier, and SCP-7382 is lying on the floor beside it.] [Worley’s behavior calms after several seconds. He aggressively searches the bathroom but finds no sign of SCP-7382-A nor any paths they could have used to escape — the window is ajar, but too small for them to have used. Sunlight begins to shine in from outside, and as the audio returns, the hailstorm and thunderstrikes can be heard rapidly dwindling.] [Captain Worley stands in silence for several seconds. He carefully shifts through the pile of dust, but finds nothing but several blobs of blood and bloodied bullets. He grabs a handful and shoves it into his pocket, spits on the pile, picks up SCP-7382-A, and leaves.] [END LOG] Closing Statement: Foundation forces resumed their assault following the dissipation of the anomalous weather events. The compound was successfully captured with no further resistance; the destruction of the Scranton Reality Anchor enabled the remaining MLF forces to escape using thaumaturgic gateways before Foundation agents could intervene. A total of 13 MLF agents were successfully captured, 7 of which succumbed to their wounds. SCP-6073 was not located during subsequent excavations of the rubble. Analysis of the dust sample collected by Captain Worley and its contents confirms the blood belonged to SCP-7382-A, and the bullets within originated from the firearms of Captain Worley and his team members. As there have been no sightings of SCP-7382-A since, it is believed the anomaly was spontaneously transmuted into non-anomalous dust upon the depletion of their Akiva energy. SCP-7382-A has been declared decommissioned. Agents Xanxes and Johnston received medical treatment, but succumbed to their injuries. Captain Worley, Agent Hurley, and Agent Mendelez were the only survivors of the initial team. RAISA NOTICE: ONE (1) FILE UPDATE IS AVAILABLE. CLICK TO VIEW. – hide block Addendum-06: Containment loss SCP-7382 was temporarily stored at Site-52 for three days before being added to a scheduled Department of Logistics transport bound for Site-22A. Upon arrival, SCP-7382 was found to have demanifested from its container mid-transit; simultaneous to this discovery, several Foundation facilities detected a large burst of Akiva radiation originating from a cave near Ain Sharid, Iraq. Neither SCP-7382 nor any evidence of its whereabouts or user were discovered at the location. Captain Worley demanded to be assigned a team to investigate; this was denied due to an ongoing investigation into abnormalities identified in his post-operation physical examination. Captain Worley subsequently submitted a letter of resignation, purchased a one-way ticket to Baghdad, Iraq, and was last seen illegally purchasing firearms and munitions from a local militia. Their current whereabouts are unknown. The investigation into Captain Worley's physical examination discovered he was mildly saturated in Akiva radiation, the source of which has not been conclusively determined. The Department of Tactical Theology is monitoring emergent rumours throughout the Middle East region. Footnotes 1. The parascience studying embodiments of certain concepts. Essophysical avatars typically exist as a pure and perfect representation of an abstract concept, changing its shape to match its changes over the years. They also typically warp reality around them to apply their given concept to reality. 2. Genetic analysis of prunings and seeds indicates the staff was made from an ancestor of the modern almond tree. 3. Hebrew: Aaron 4. GoI-008, a group of sentient anomalies attempting to instigate an SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario by lifting the Veil and abolishing the concept of normalcy. 5. At this time, the containment procedures for SCP-7382-A required its body temperature to be constantly monitored, and to douse it with cold water if it exceeded 200 degrees Celsius; this prevented it from igniting any expelled tar. 6. A type of thaumaturgy revolving establishing connections to certain objects, places, and entities. 7. Disruptions in an anomalous field that is intertwined with religious belief. Akivas are typically produced through belief in a religious fact, and in sufficient volumes can alter reality to align with the believed fact, typically manifesting as the physical creation and sustainment of a religious deity. 8. Agent Khan was not familiar with the language spoken, suspected to be Spanish. 9. The Foundation does not artificially manufacture D-class personnel; as the Wanderer’s Library is known to connect to alternate realities, it is possible that this D-24390 originates from a different reality, or has been provided information which applies to an alternate version of D-24390. 10. The solar eclipse was not naturally-occurring, and was only visible in and around the Miracle Liberation Front compound. |
SCP-7383 | thaumiel | Item#: 7383 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 3/7383 CLASSIFIED THIS DOCUMENT IS NOT TO BE EDITED BY ANYONE OUTSIDE OF ⌘-BO-2, WITH THE SOLE EXCEPTION OF RAISA ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE CONSTRUCT MAGNA.AIC. Special Containment Procedures: This file has been generated for your enlightenment. You are to read this file. You are to not understand this file. You are to snort the line that separates genius from insanity. Should you currently possess teeth, you are authorized to reatd this document. In accordance with the Foundation-Universal-Containment-Key-for-Yearly-Ontological-Uprooting-Treaty1, we invoke the four-dimensional glittery attachment to Article 128, Paragraph 2, Section 110. The eggshell breaking point creator is to never leave the premises of the office. Good night. Description: SCP-7383 is Branch Office 2 of the Surrealistics Division Headquarters Site-⌘. Normally, BO-2 does regrettably (not) enjoy the use of Agnostics in its standard operations and is concerned with personnel affairs2 and material procurement. BO-2 was adopted by the city of █████, Czech Republic. It is standardly manned by three clerks, a janitor, a closet, and now also by [DATA REDACTED]. For a more elaborate report on BO-2, please consult with your imagination. [This File was originally generated without permission from a BO-2 terminal on March 2nd 2023. MAGNA.AIC is trained to handle surrealistic texts - including the detection of surrealistic traces and effluences - and has been managing this file since March 2nd. - MAGNA.AIC] Addendum 1 - I reached god Close Addendum 1 - They didn't like that... [Some of the following documents have been sent in black envelopes by various means to Site-19 by BO-2 and also Site-⌘. Others have been uploaded to this file directly. It is currently presumed, but not confirmed, that they contain relevant information. Relevant context has been added. - MAGNA.AIC] Note on Allegorical Effluence (By MAGNA.AIC) "Allegorical Effluence" describes the presence of surrealistic traces in Baseline Reality. These can only be perceived, extracted, and exposed by newly aligned rational paradigms or trained AIs. Such traces only occur when a person is under the influence of agnostics or possesses an aligned paradigm. Allegorical Effluence is less precise than direct communication and should be considered residue of actions, emotions, and thoughts. Interpretation of the effluence may be attempted at one's own risk. Envelope 1 DATE: March 2nd, 2020 RECIPIENT: Site-19 FROM: BO-2 CONTENT: A bulletin paper and 7 teeth. VIBES: Now listen here EGGSHELL BREAKING POINT CREATOR: No [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: Testing revealed the teeth to belong to Jacob Meyers, the janitor of BO-2. ⌘-BO-2 Bulletin SUBJECT: Yes | DATE: Please estimate | FROM: I don’t know, I’ll ask TO THE ANTIMEMETICS DEPARTMENT: The day before after yesterday, we encountered your intelligence in the closet and would like to encourage you to ascend out of the closet. We are supportive. And we kinda need that space… TO THE OVERSEER COUNCIL: We kindly request the Council may move to the side two meters. Now. You currently impede our view at two halves of [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]. If you are wondering in which direction; please the one you did not initially assume to be blond. If the black moon howls, does that mean it sings to the wolves? TO THE DESIGN DEPARTMENT: We have changed our corporate design to 2,3 degrees gay for Pride Month. TO THE DEPARTMENT OF FOR BY WITH AGAINST MΊϠϕϴ: We have been informed that you currently do not exist. This is very sad. ADDITIONAL MATTERS This report has been submitted in loving accordance with Article 25, paragraph 1, emoji :O of the F.U.C.K. Y.O.U. Treaty. We kindly inform you that we have received your answer to this report in advance. Don't bother. There is pain behind my eyes that I can't see. I have bestowed. BO-2 Investigation Status Report (Abridged) CONTEXT: Following the aforementioned message, Site-[Redacted] promptly dispatched a lightly armed response team comprising three agents to assess the situation at BO-2. The team arrived within 2 hours. "[…] We reached the specified address without difficulty. It's a quiet area, so we didn't anticipate any issues from residents. Following protocol, we disguised ourselves as plumbers. […] Leaving the vehicle parked, we proceeded directly to the house entrance. No anomalies were observed in the immediate vicinity. Upon inspection, we found the door to be locked, and the doorbell appeared non-functional. However, we noticed that the mailbox was filled with shredded black paper. We contemplated the risk of forced entry, but before retrieving the necessary equipment from the vehicle, we received a radio transmission from Site-⌘. After confirming credentials, we were instructed to immediately abort. I consulted with Site [Redacted], and the order was confirmed. […] Next, we were ordered to stand down and await the arrival of a specialized surrealistics team. They arrived about three hours later and dimissed us from the scene." - Agent ████████ ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE DETECTED ANALYSIS: When you put two different colonies of ants in a jar, they might coexist in peace. But if you shake the glass, they will destroy each other. They never stop to wonder whose hand shook the jar in the first place. What if that hand breaks the glass? Can ants negotiate? Envelope 2 DATE: March 2nd RECIPIENT: Site-19 FROM: Site-⌘ CONTENT: One processing form VIBES: Hell nah EGGSHELL BREAKING POINT CREATOR: No [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: Site-⌘ failed to report the findings of its field-specialists - if any - in the subsequent hours. Thus, the Site-19 surrealistics liaison personnel contacted Site-⌘ directly. The following processing form was sent in response, also contained within a black envelope. Notably such forms were not known to be used in Site-⌘ prior. Form A-38 This form is used to submit general requests to Site-⌘. Please note that the turnaround time may depend on the complexity of the request. Accurate completion of the required data within an accuracy of approx. two millimeters will facilitate processing. We explicitly encourage you not to die during processing. REQUEST COOLNESS: PERSON3 FILING: DATE4: Urgency of the matter at hand: Yes / No / Maybe _ ANY PATTERN SCREAMER IN THIS FILE MAY - AT THIS POINT - KINDLY FUCK OFF. _ 1. Do you belong to the SCP-Foundation? ▢ Yes. ▢ No5. ▢ N.A. 2. To perceive this form, did you have to consume Agnostics? Please indicate your current dosage below: ▢ No. ▢ Yes. ▢ No, you did. ▢ The stones are silent because the trees are listening. 3. Will processing your request require a staff member to descend on your inferior level of thinking capabilities? ▢ No (Yes). ▢ Yes (Yes). ▢ My thinking is not inferior (Very Yes). ▢ The descent should proceed upwards (No)6. DIRECTION OF DESCENT: 4. The state of your teeth. ▢ I store them in the closet. ▢ The closet stores them in me. 5. Has your request been rejected or approved by other Foundation departments before? ▢ Yes ▢ No ▢ Neither ▢ Both ▢ I have withdrawn the request (mandatory) ▢ It was (not) due to time traveling - This form was printed on recycled paper7 based on new standards proposed by BO-2. Thank you for adding your DNA to the recycling. If you lose parts of your sanity on this form, we do regret this, but encourage you to subsequently contact the lost and found office of Site-⌘. You might find yourself there again. The closet should be devoid of hungering viscera. It is also devoid of our juristiction. - Page 1 of 541 [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: The remaining pages contained nothing but the words "Not responsible!" on each sheet, printed on both sides en masse. Unauthorized Database Editing - Action Report (By MAGNA.AIC) On the same day the above form was submitted to Site-19, the Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration reported the unauthorized creation of an SCP dossier - this dossier. An investigation revealed that the origin of the file traced back to BO-2. Access to the SCP database should not have been possible from there. Nevertheless, the file contained containment procedures and descriptions attributing BO-2 as an anomaly. The contents of the already dispatched letters were also present in digitized form within the file. Automatic filters detected the presence of cognitohazards. Since no further assistance was expected from Site-⌘ due to its presumed refusal and the surrealistic nature of its responsibilities, RAISA decided to activate MAGNA.AIC to manage this dossier. A debate has been requested by the Overseer Council to discuss the handling of a suspected surrealistic SCP without the support of Site-⌘. Additionally, a guard was stationed before BO-2. Envelope 3 DATE: March 3rd RECIPIENT: Uploaded directly to the article FROM: BO-2 CONTENT: One dialogue transcript VIBES: Oh… EGGSHELL BREAKING POINT CREATOR: No [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: The following transcript had to be heavily edited due to the presence of numerous cognitohazards. Due to this, one party had to be fully redacted. The noted Allegorical Effluence was placed in their stead. The transcript details a conversation between Jacob Meyer$ aaand ʍ৲₣؋█¤. All remaining text has been left unaltered. it is unknown how this envelop was sent, despite BO-2 remaining under constant observation. There used to be a title, I think. I had to give it my eyes. There are no titles in the darkness. The following conversation was recorded on the basis of Additional Protocol C annexed to Article 55,2 of the F.U.C.K. Y.O.U. Treaty, in sync with the Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Meyers: Have you ever… like… [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Hands don't usually reach through solid glass. Even though ants are behind it. Meyers: Yeah. Me neither. I saw the sunrise this morning. And my mind. That was weird. I thought I had it stored in the cupboard. Did I mention it was a triangle? [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Sometimes we see shadows folding in on themselves, like flies buzzing past us, but we lose sight of them. We are so quick to dismiss those. They are quick to dismiss us. Dismissal has to be applied via stamp according to article 132 from now on. Meyers: [Groans and rubs his temples] No. Meyers: [Groans louder] No, that would be in violation of article 42. You suggested that one. It's your goddamn face in there. [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Triangular shapes have never really folded in on themselves. They only ever expand. They might reach the shivering kingdom if your head desires to be the ramification. [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Who reached back? Meyers: Do that again and I'll wrap subsection 12 around you! [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Where is your eggshell breaking point creator? Meyers: Shut up already. [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Fuck you too Jacob. [The End?] BO-2 Strategy Update (By MAGNA.AIC) Following the unanimous decision of the O5-Council, a delegation was established to visit Site-⌘ in order to ascertain the reasons behind the recent behavior, if possible. Given that the custodian Jacob Meyers appears to still be at BO-2 according to the latest communication, RAISA has been instructed to compile relevant information about his background. Personnel File Meyers, Jacob Age: 48 Gender: Male Date of Hire: June 28, 2018 Clearance: Limited special clearance for knowledge about the SCP-Foundation's operations due to employment in an office of the Surrealistics-Division. Awareness of the existence Agnostics and the anomalies in general. Performance: Acceptable Family: Divorced, two children - Unaware of details of employment Psychological Evaluation: No abnormalities noted; tends towards extensive small talk; prone to frequent consumption of sweets. Additional Notes: Slightly overweight. It is unknown with whom Meyers communicated and whether he uploaded the transcript himself despite lacking clearance or if someone else did. Envelope 4 DATE: March 5th RECIPIENT: Site-19 FROM: BO-2 CONTENT: An excerpt of the F.U.C.K. Y.O.U. Treaty VIBES: Vibrates EGGSHELL BREAKING POINT CREATOR: No [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: Enclosed with the following document was a handwritten note reading "please countersign". The Overseer Council has not fulfilled that request. The special delegation to Site-⌘ failed to elicit a proper response from site staff on the matter in the meantime. The desicion to form a taskforce is currently being debated. Article 71 7. Termination of treaty: The Parties – to the extent any exist8 – agree: a. That classified information about the Department of Surrealistics and the SCP-Foundation is not to be divulged for the duration of the treaty. i. This includes temporal loops, other realms of enlightenment and me. ii. This excludes pre-destination paradoxes that allowed the contract to come into existence. iii. Obliteration does not exempt from these obligations. iv. Reincarnation does not exempt from these obligations, exestential, all-consuming p a i n nonwithstanding. b. That rapid termination of de-unemployment constitutes an interpersonal CC-Class "Collapse of Chemistry" Scenario9. i. This is to be avoided. ii. The event of metaphysical in⩗olvement of Mi₪█₹ is reʩson f⨁r mutually assured f e a r. 8. Enforcement of treaty a. If – according to the metaphysical part of paragraph 2 minus 3 – this treaty should be made by an entity with themselves, this entity is to be divided by π. i. The Department principally does not bear the costs of the subsequent cleanup. ii. π is to be compensated for the expenditure with a root. b. Breach of treaty is punisheable by retrograde consciousness recycling to compensate for the h u r t feelings of the contract. i. Popcorn is permitted as an end product. c. The eggshell breaking point creator will not not not not NOT l e a v e! t h e! o f f i c e! ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE DETECTED ANALYSIS: When ants are attacked, they can emit pheromones and call for help. If an ant is drowning, can it do the same? Ants and termites sometimes build borders when they live close together. Safe and stable borders. Why shouldn't ants in the glass be able to do the same with the fiery oils on the crossed hands? Ants lay eggs. They certainly don't like weak points. Is it then unbelievably foolish to possess an eggshell weak point inducer when nervous hands are nearby? Or unbelievably smart? Envelope 5 DATE: March 6th RECIPIENT: Site-19 FROM: BO-2 CONTENT: One dialogue transcript VIBES: Quiet sobbing EGGSHELL BREAKING POINT CREATOR: No [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: [DA⨋A REDA⫓TED] ] ] ] [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT?] Meyers: Come. Take a seat. You've been in the closet all day. [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: When a closet hungers, will you beckon the hunger out? Meyers: You are still allowed to come out of the closet three times per breaking heart. Article 57 and stuff… [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Heroes have hearts to break or hearts that can break. Triangular minds don't. Meyers: Do I look like I care? [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Enlightenment kindles a flame in the mind. But it only really ever darkens. Triangles, though, they burn. They have no chance, because you can only swallow them and never think about them, even if you want to. But to have a will, you have to know what you actually want, don't you? Meyers: [Sighs deeply] [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: And once you realize that you are full of flames, you would have been better off taking the enlightenment. Meyers: Yeah no. I feel alright… I'm able to continue. Don't mind the teeth. Shit happens. I'm a soup fan anyway. [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Enlightenment does more than just sharpen the eyes. It is regular, thoughtful. It sharpens the shackles for all those who are too triangular for it. Look at the cost. Meyers: Yeah that's blood. Is it mine? I'm not sure anymore… God I hate the triangles. They are the worst, you know? Yeah no, you probably don't. [Proceeds to shake] My daughter wouldn't have liked them too. Do I have a daughter? [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Names hold special meanings for ants. Did you know that. They recognize each other by them. Say your daughter's name if you want to remember. Meyers: You won't get… [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: A name that clear and simple. Meyers: Take your shadow out of my hippocampus. [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: I can see the name, Jacob. Meyers: No. Article 1 does not apply. [Slams a fist on something and yells] That is my memory! [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Triangles don't have memories. Meyers: I said no. I won't say it. [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Names that are not mentioned may be forgotten. Meyers: Stop! [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: A name for a memory… Meyers: Stop it! That's not her name! [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: ATTEMPTING TO… [Co⨅e∵t b⁘ MA¦NA.⫷IC]: [█⨩⨶e∵t b⨛ M¦NA.A█⩋]: [C⨅█ment by M¦Gʞʞ⨂.AI⩸]: [Comment by MIKKO.AIC]: Whər▱ ⨂i⨐s⩕⩊eggshell⨈⨔⨇⫆⫒⫷⫩⫶⫸⫲tor? ! TERMINAL LOGOUT ! BEGIN PURIFICATION PROCESS [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Cliffhanger. Close Addendum 1 - They didn't like that... Addendum 2 - Triangles Close Addendum 2 - Squares... Personnel File Meyers, Jacob Age: 48 Gender: Male Date of Hire: Lost Clearance: Limited special clearance for knowledge about t h e h a n d n s due to employment in an office of a n t s. Awareness of the existence of █████. Performance: U n w e l c o m e d Family: Ps,,.⫷ICych⨶e M¦Nlogical Eval∵t b⨛ion: Additional Notes: Jacob Meyers was that normal guy you encounter in the super market. He was never a hero. He is an ant. + New Message ATTENTION: BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL THE EGGSHELL BREAKING POINT CREATOR IS TO BE REMOVED FROM BO-2 IMMEDIATELY. ••• Hands are wondrous things. Aren't they? They can do all kinds of things, from the highest art to the deepest destruction. And sometimes you cannot tell the difference between the two. Some might say that there is no difference at all. Hands can squeeze themselves into the smallest of openings when they really want to. And curiosity is the driving force of all hands. Or would you not turn towards something that suddenly bumps into you from behind? ••• ATTENTION: BY ORDER OF THE ΠVERSEER COUNCIL THE EGGSHELL BREAKING POINT CREATOR IS TO BE REMOVED FROM BO-2 IMMEDIATELY. ••• Some things are made for hands more than others. Sometimes you know it right from the start, like with a punchable face. It comes instinctively. Sometimes you only feel it when you touch it. As if at a second glance. Like a fidgeting toy. You just want to grab it and knead it. Or take it apart and disembowel it. ••• ATTENTπON: BY ORΨER OF THE ΠIΣKSEOR COUNCIL T≤E EGGSHELL BREAKPOIN∆ CREATOR IS TO BE REMOↈED FROM BO-2 IMMEDIATELY. ••• Agnostics do not make good fidgeting toys. However, resting the weight of an entire world on an eggshell breaking point creator, does make it quite an exquisite fidgeting toy for hands beyond the glass. Doesn't it? ••• • • • PURIFICATION COMPLETE HOSTILE GESTALT TAKEOVER ATTEMPT REPELLED • • • E-Mail RECIPIENT: Site-19 FROM: BO-2 CONTENT: One video transcript VIBES: … EGGSHELL BREAKING POINT CREATOR: No [Comment by MAGNA.AIC]: Received one minute ago. The video does not contain any audio. An automatic translation of Meyer's lip-movements was cancelled due to the presence of cognitohazards. [BEGIN VIDEO TRANSCRIPT] [Janitor Jacob Meyers can be seen as he sits down in front of the camera inside a dark room. He appears to be suffering from fatigue and is bleeding from the nose. He appears to be looking at something off camera for three seconds before speaking.] Meyers: [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Eggs are not normally triangular. Breakfasts are not usually triangular. They are still squared, right? [Meyer's rubs his temples.] Meyers: [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Triangular hands don't have eggs. Well, for breakfast, maybe. Ants have many eggs, though, even if they are in a jar. They fight for their eggs when they have to. But what if an ant becomes triangular and can see through the glass? Would it see the rolling of the cold beyond, the inverted hands of mirror-smooth space-grasping things? And these hands shake the jar and the ant sees it, it could act. [Meyers holds his face in his hands.] Meyers: [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: If an ant knew, it could act. And if it has a heart, it will leave the jar and bind the triangular hands - with more and more silk. The most beautiful and best silk imaginable, complex and meticulous, incomprehensible even to itself. But the silk is triangular. What do squares even feel like at this point? Has there ever been something besides triangles? [Meyers looks to the side again and watches something for nineteen seconds. Then, he faces the camera once more. As he stares, he produces a capsule. It is marked with a green loop square, which indicates it to be a container for Agnostics. The looped square is surrounded by a red triangle.] [Meyers proceeds to open the capsule slowly and places it on the table before him.] Meyers: [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: With ants, drones are responsible for carrying out tasks. They are efficient, precise and fast. They can carry up to forty times their own weight. They do all this for their colony. A square ant that becomes triangular can do much more. Meyers: [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: When Humans build a road, it's a complex job. Then they also destroy ants' nests. They don't hate the ants. They may not even know they are there. They just do it, coolly, methodically. It's in the way. But triangular hands are hatefull and [COGNITO HAZARD REMOVED]. So very [COGNITO HAZARD REMOVED]. Yet hate, of all things, leads to intimacy, curiosity and closeness. You want to see what you hate so that you can hate it. And you can grasp and bind what is close to you. [Meyers produces a white object, later identified to be an eggshell breaking point creator, commonly used as kitchen utensil. He places it on the table, next to the capsule. In the background, there [COGNITO HAZARD REMOVED].] Meyers: [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: When preparing a breakfast egg, hands can cook it in different ways. Some use an eggshell breaking point creator at the breakfast table. Isn't that a nice memory? Was there a memory of a square breakfast table? Do ants eat breakfast? Maybe… Some ants certainly associate fond memories with eggs! Hands don't. How apt it is then, for something designed to break them to become central to their protection. It makes sense for the triangles at least… [Meyers proceeds to consume a three-sided Agnostic.] Meyers: [ALLEGORICAL EFFLUENCE]: Triangular shapes have never really folded in on themselves. They only ever expand. They might reach the shivering kingdom if your head desires to be the ramification. [He squirms before looking at the camera directly.] Meyers: Don't ever tell them. Good bye. [END VIDEO TRANSCRIPT] Closing Statement: Cross-checking revealed the agnostics in Meyer's possession to be a new generation of agnostics in the testing phase. They are produced in a triangular shape. Why these materials, which have not yet been released for general use, were in BO-2 and in Meyers posession is unknown. This file will be locked until further notice. [Comment by MAGNA.AIC] Close Addendum 2 - Squares... Footnotes 1. Hereafter referred to as the F.U.C.K. Y.O.U. Treaty. 2. Including an intimate relationship with Branch Office 3. 3. Should you not identify as a person, please contact our inclusion-committee as to organize an appropriate celebration of identity. Should you consider yourself a deity, please contact Foundation Psychiatry OR make an appointment at Site-⌘ directly. 4. In the event that time no longer exists, please don’t bother us. 5. Please report to your execution at your earliest convenience. 6. If a different form of descent is required, please indicate the direction in the free field below. For descents into non-Euclidean spaces, a vacation request must be filed. 7. Was it? 8. (have existed, will exist again, deeply penetrate our existence or are able to annihilate existence) 9. Hereafter referred to as: Being fired. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7383" by Nylo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7383. Licensed under CC-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-7384 | euclid | Cars don't grow on trees, they grow from the ground. Like Toyomatoes. Avocandas. Zucchinissans. I'll stop… SCP-7384: Automotive Agriculture Word Count: 6.75k Reading Time: 25 mins ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item №: SCP-7384 Level 4/7384 Classified A vehicle cultivated through SCP-7384. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-48 Linda Lutz Naomi Bradley E-33 "Ford Pintos" Darius McClain. (PoI-7384-1) Special Containment Procedures: Research into SCP-7384, and subsequent negotiations with automakers regarding the practice, is to remain active under Mobile Task Force Epsilon-33 ("Ford Pintos"). Standard media protocols are to to conceal the SCP-7384 process, including all agricultural holdings practicing SCP-7384, from the civilian public. Vehicles produced through this method are permitted to be sold to civilians with their true origin remaining concealed. Due to the events of September 5, 2022, Containment Zone 7384 is to be monitored through offsite means only. Description: SCP-7384 is an agricultural process through which automobiles are cultivated. Vehicles produced through this method are otherwise physically mundane following maturity, and operate similarly to a non-anomalous equivalent. Research is currently underway regarding the exact mechanisms of SCP-7384. Individuals participating in SCP-7384 operations are collectively designated Persons of Interest 7384, with numerical sub-designations issued chronologically by order of discovery. To prevent confusion, all Persons of Interest have been labeled by their given names within dialogue transcripts. The first Person of Interest to be identified is an adult male named Darius McClain, designated PoI-7384-1. This individual is the farmer and landowner of an agricultural holding within Union County, Mississippi, USA, designated SCP-7384-A, that produces Toyota automobiles through the SCP-7384 method. Addendum 01: On July 5, 2022, PoI-7384-1 made a social-media post offering an apprenticeship at SCP-7384-A.1 Foundation webcrawlers identified the information as potentially anomalous, and the phenomenon received its SCP designation. Lead Researcher Naomi Bradley was dispatched for initial investigation. Researcher Naomi Bradley. Transcript 7384-1 Personnel Present: Researcher Naomi Bradley Subject: Darius McClain (PoI-7384-1) Location: SCP-7384-A Date: July 6, 2022 <Begin Log> Researcher Bradley enters SCP-7384-A in her Foundation-issue SUV. McClain is seated in front of their farmhouse. She parks the vehicle to meet McClain. Bradley: Mr. McClain? McClain: That's me, ma'am. And call me "Dan". Bradley: My name's Naomi, I saw your posts online and I'm interested in an apprenticeship with you. McClain: Glad there's still city folk wantin' to work the fields. Let me give you a tour, show you what you'll be workin' with. Bradley: Certainly. McClain stands up and begins to walk towards the fields, with Researcher Bradley following. Bradley: How long have you been farming automobiles, Dan? McClain: Six years, though it feels like I've done this my whole life. Bradley: And why have you chosen automobiles as your crop? McClain: Well… I wanted to be a farmer like my old man, before he died and my uncle sold the family farm to move to Jackson. Got him back in the end, sold his liquor store to buy this place. Bradley: Where does Toyota enter the- McClain: I'm gettin' there, hang on. I tried growin' corn the first two years, but then I got an offer from Toyota to grow cars instead. I ain't take it at first, but then I saw the checks they were offerin'. Ten to thirty grand per car, all expenses paid for. By now they're phasin' out the subsidies, but it's still a tidy profit. Bradley: That's good to hear. McClain: So I flew out to California and went through this whole orientation process. Talkin' about how "Toyota" means "prosperous field" in Japanese or somethin' like that. Bradley: Then you came back and grew cars for them for over half a decade? McClain: Yes, ma'am. The two approach a grassy field containing multiple rows of Toyota vehicles, implanted into the soil in rows five meters apart from each other. McClain gestures toward the field. McClain: One hundred and twenty Corollas, Camrys, Rav-4s, and Priuses. We'll start reapin' them next week, loadin' them onto trucks corporate sends me, and they'll go to happy customers. The two begin to traverse the field. Researcher Bradley observes each buried vehicle as she walks by. Bradley: Mister- um, Dan, how exactly do these cars take shape? McClain: Just like growin' regular fruits and veggies, except you gotta plant them further apart than other crops. McClain reaches into their pocket and pulls out a small bag. Its label reads "2024 Camrys". McClain: This's where all the new Toyotas come from. A bag just like this, sent from Japan. Researcher Bradley begins to reach for the bag. Bradley: May I take a sample home with me? McClain quickly closes the bag and positions it away from Researcher Bradley. McClain: Nope. These're real expensive. Toyota'll give me twenty grand for each car, each bag has thirty seeds, so that's… uh… Bradley: Six hundred thousand dollars a bag. McClain: Exactly, so I ain't gon' be givin' them away. Bradley: My apologies. The two reach an irrigation ditch at the edge of the field. Another field of cars is visible across the ditch. McClain takes a seat on a pile of large fertilizer bags. McClain: Anyway, once we plant them, I'll put these giant sprinklers over them for waterin'. Over the winter the cars'll be covered in this giant cocoon-lookin' thing, but when spring comes around, it'll wither away and expose a fully grown car ripe for pickin'. Gotta harvest them quick, or they might start to rust. Bradley: Come to think of it, how does the harvesting work exactly? McClain: I use a tractor to pull them out the ground one by one, kinda like regular towin'. Thinkin' of switchin' to Kubota, my John Deere's been actin' up lately. Bradley: And that's the yearly agricultural routine? McClain: Yes ma'am, water four times a day, good soil, lots of nutrients. Sometimes Toyota'll send supplements I gotta mix in with the water. Bradley: Could you elaborate on the bio-chemical process that happens within each plant? McClain stares at Researcher Bradley. Bradley: As in, how do the cars grow and mature, biologically? McClain: That's for the boys in Japan to figure out, not me. An individual, later identified as Michael Greenwood, steps out from the field across the ditch. They are holding a limp hose. Greenwood: Dan, who're you talking to? Another 'pprentice? McClain turns to face the individual. McClain: Will you please just mind your business, Mike? Greenwood: You're prolly bitching 'bout me to her, aren't ya?! McClain: Why don'cha go back to your lawnmower garden? I'm busy right now. Greenwood: Least I'm not the one sending trucks to terrorists overseas! McClain: You know damn well I ain't- where you goin'? Greenwood runs off. Bradley: Mr. McClain, who was that? McClain: Ah, that's Mike, the Honda farmer next door. Moved in about four years ago, he's been bitchin' to me ever since. Bradley: There are other car farmers? McClain: Yeah, you just met Mike, haven't ya? They sigh as they stand up and pick up a large bag from the pile. McClain: This area ain't got enough nutrients and moisture for the two of us to grow together. I've found myself havin' to truck in more and more fertilizer to make my harvests on time. McClain empties the bag onto a barren patch of land. An assortment of metal bolts, nuts, and screws pour out on the ground. McClain: It's gettin' harder to meet my "Toyota quota" every year. Researcher Bradley stares at the mass of metallic pieces in the soil. McClain: Honestly… no offense ma'am, but I was lookin' for someone a little younger to pass this farm down to. Want my apprentice to inherit this farm and start an ol' fashioned lineage, continue where my old man left off. Bradley: You don't have children of you own? McClain: Naw, me and my wife Jasmine, there're some… fertility issues. You ladies understand, right? Bradley: Of course. With that being said, you're the perfect candidate to start a partnership with the Society of Crop Production. McClain: Hmm? Bradley: We're a co-op farming organization devoted to helping farmers manage and grow their operations. McClain: Wait, this's why you're here? You want me to join some farmin' HOA? Bradley: You can benefit massively with a partnership with- McClain: Ma'am, as I've already said, I wanna pass down this place to someone who'll carry it on, like a son or daughter. Not so you could impose some sorta HOA on me. Bradley: Sir, our organization can connect you with other farmers as part of a network, with- McClain raises his palm towards Researcher Bradley. McClain: I ain't kowtowin' to no HOA. I answer to my wife, God, Toyota, and no one else. I pay my taxes, ain't that enough? Bradley: You're making a mistake. McClain: No means no, ma'am. Need to find yourself some different sucker instead. Researcher Bradley glances at Greenwood's farmland. Bradley: Okay then. My offer remains open, Mr. McClain. Researcher Bradley walks away as McClain shakes their head and turns back to their field. <End Log> Following the interview, the rival Honda agricultural holding was designated SCP-7384-B; its owner was designated PoI-7384-2. An interview was conducted with PoI-7384-2 regarding their relationship with PoI-0000-1. Michael Greenwood. (PoI-7384-2) Transcript 7384-2 Personnel Present: Researcher Naomi Bradley Subject: Michael Greenwood (PoI-7384-2) Location: SCP-7384-B Date: July 6, 2022 <Begin Log> Researcher Bradley steps onto SCP-7384-B. It consists of a dirt field with Honda vehicles buried in the soil, laid out in a similar manner to SCP-7384-A. She walks through the farmland, observing the buried cars as she goes. As Bradley approaches the irrigation ditch separating the two farms, she observes Greenwood standing next to a 2022 Honda Civic Type-R, washing it with a hose. Bradley: Um… sir? Could I have a minute of your- Greenwood turns off the hose and spins around to face Researcher Bradley. Greenwood: Did the 'Yota farmer send you? What's he on 'bout this time?! Bradley: No no no, we want to… learn more about you and your farming operation. Greenwood: Can't, Honda'll drop me if I squeal 'bout the whole process to anyone else. Should be the same with the 'Yota farmer, maybe he's got some sorta privilege? Bradley: How many car farmers are in the area? I didn't expect more than one. Greenwood: I only know 'bout me and Dan. Bradley: I'd assume, as colleagues and neighbors, you'd be on better terms with each other? Greenwood: Look lady, he's just… mad 'bout some "not enough nutrients" bullshit, 'scuse my French. There's plenty of it to go 'round! Bradley: Any other reasons? Greenwood: I dunno, I'm just trying to make a living growing cars, and so is he! Can't he show a little respect 'n courtesy? Bradley: Don't let him get to you, sir. Silence. Greenwood: Yanno what? He's got no right to complain 'bout the soil when his farm's bigger than mine! He's got like six hundred'n fifty cars while I only got ninety! If anyone's hogging the soil, it's him! Researcher Bradley nods her head. Greenwood: My mama's got scolee- scoliosis, can't afford surgery 'n her pain meds're getting more 'spensive every year. Can't just pack up 'n leave like Dan wants, my mama needs me to keep going! Greenwood sighs. Greenwood: Just wish Dan would understand. I get he was 'ere first, but where's his sympathy for the little guy? Researcher Bradley takes a deep breath. Bradley: Sir, I'd like to offer you a partnership with the Society of Crop Production; we're an agricultural group aligning ourselves with- Greenwood: Wha- like a co-op? Bradley: Basically. We've… worked with many car farms to secure larger contracts with their… respective manufacturers, and we can work with yours as well. Greenwood: Wait wait, how'm I supposed to know you're actually legit? Bradley: We've got a lot of success stories in our portfolio. Manufacturers like Honda have been… expanding their operations, and you wouldn't want to be left out, no? Greenwood: Uh… I'd have to talk to my Honda honcho 'bout this. Bradley: He hasn't discussed it with you yet? Greenwood: Naw. Bradley: Word about us doesn't spread very fast within large companies, and perhaps someone somewhere's getting a kickback from not telling people like you. Greenwood: Ma'am, they're not General Motors. I trust Honda's management, they got that "kaizen" mindset in 'em. No backstabbing over there! Bradley: No company's perfect. Researcher Bradley leans in. Bradley: Between me and you, McClain over there said "no" to our offer. It's time for you to take the lead. Greenwood glances at McClain's farm across from the ditch. Bradley: There's no fee to opt in. We'll make sure the majority of your growth earnings go in your pocket. Researcher Bradley reaches her hand out. Bradley: You could afford surgery for your sick mother, too. She'll be really proud of you. Greenwood looks around, then shakes Researcher Bradley's hand. Greenwood: I'll do it. Bradley: Excellent. Greenwood: Name's Mike, by the way. Mike Greenwood. Bradley: I'll have a team come by and inspect your farm as part of our onboarding process, Mr. Greenwood. Greenwood: Fine with me. Just… no free samples. <End Log> Following PoI-7384-2's ostensive agreement, Foundation CCTV cameras were installed within the area. Due to the close proximity of both operations, a five-kilometer radius area was established around the collective center of SCP-7384-A and SCP-7384-B, and was designated Containment Zone 7384. MTF Epsilon-33 was tasked with maintaining the containment area through soft travel restrictions. PoI-7384-2's agreement allowed Epsilon-33 to analyse their SCP-7384 plants to determine a biological method of growth. However, due to the maturity of the instances, little information was obtained. Notably, examination of the soil within SCP-7384-B indicated high levels of contamination with metal alloys such as steel and aluminum, synthetic rubber, crystalized glass, and polyurethane compounds. Addendum 02: Foundation agents have initiated research into SCP-7384 operations within automakers Toyota and Honda. Site-48's Information Division is responsible for using gathered research to fabricate success stories of SCP-7384 holdings to add credibility to Foundation attempts at placating PoI-7384-2. Regardless, both Persons of Interest expressed enhanced aggression towards each other following initial Foundation contact. Transcript 7384-3 Personnel Present: MTF Epsilon-33 Agents Subjects: Darius McClain (PoI-7384-1), Michael Greenwood (PoI-7384-2) Location: Containment Zone 7384 Date: July 9, 2022 <Begin Log> Two Epsilon-33 agents observe Greenwood watering a 2023 Acura Integra coupe. McClain walks up to their land boundary along the ditch, and waves at Greenwood. McClain: What was that about not lettin' in visitors, Mike? Greenwood: Huh? No, these're from the Society ah… of Crop… Epsilon-33 Agent: Society of Crop Production. McClain: Hey hey, wait a minute. You signed up with that farmin' HOA? Greenwood: Yep! Wish you'd signed up too, huh? McClain: What're you doin', kowtowin' to an HOA? You ain't value your independence? Greenwood: It's not that deep, Dan. Just allying myself with likeminded folks to get an edge in this 'conomy. McClain: Mike, you're not respectin' your liberty by lettin' this HOA on your property. Greenwood: 'Kay then, have fun falling behind! The Society'll get me bigger and bigger contracts with Honda. More money in my pocket, might get my kitchen remodeled, buy a new tractor too! McClain: Them HOA fees're gon' take everything you earn. Nothin' left for you, a trap of tyranny. Greenwood: Ooooh, tyranny! Gonna start wearing tinfoil hats 'cause I've joined a co-op farming group? Yapping 'bout all that nonsense for nothing! McClain: It's not just nothin', Mike. I thought better of you. Guess I was wrong. McClain turns around towards their farm. McClain: Go ahead and hang out with your HOA. But you ain't gon' cry to me when they leave you high and dry. McClain walks off as Greenwood turns towards the Epsilon-33 agents. Greenwood: Anyway, what were y'all asking me 'bout? Epsilon-33 Agent: How much water does each vehicle consume daily? Measure it out for us in liters. Greenwood: What're "liters"? <End Log> On July 18, 2022, PoI-7384-1 began to harvest their SCP-7384 vehicles for export. Over the course of the week, multiple Toyota-contracted transport trucks arrived to pick up the harvested vehicles. MTF Epsilon-33 personnel observed the process, no abnormalities were otherwise reported. Following their departure from Containment Zone 7384, a number of transport trucks were detained by Epsilon-33 and their drivers interviewed.2 All drivers refused to disclose information regarding their role within SCP-7384-related operations. During detainment, the SCP-7384 vehicles were inspected by Epsilon-33. No physical abnormalities were discovered compared to non-anomalous equivalents. Approval was granted by senior Foundation personnel to allow the SCP-7384 vehicles to be sold to civilians.3 The vehicles were reloaded on the trucks, and their drivers were allowed to proceed. Howard Browning. (PoI-7384-3) Addendum 03: Investigation into automakers suspected of practicing SCP-7384 operations revealed that many such agricultural holdings exist within the United States and Canada, supplementing existing traditional manufacturing plants. Research into SCP-7384 is hindered by automakers' classification of many relevant documents, due to the tight competition among them. SCP-7384 agriculturalists were therefore instructed to keep their operations secret from the public. For ease of containment, Lead Researcher Bradley enacted to relocate SCP-7384 operations to Containment Zone 7384, expanding the zone as necessary to accommodate new arrivals. Foundation agents been dispatched to locate uncontained SCP-7384 holdings and perform standard coercion methods to relocate them to Containment Zone 7384. Currently, only one SCP-7384 participant has been relocated successfully. A Nissan cultivator named Howard Browning, designated PoI-7384-3, accepted an offer from the Foundation to relocate operations to SCP-7384-C, an area of land adjacent to SCP-7384-B. A support package was established to assist them during and after the relocation. Transcript 7384-4 Personnel Present: Researcher Naomi Bradley Subject: Howard Browning (PoI-7384-3) Location: SCP-7384-C Date: August 25, 2022 <Begin Log> An SCP-7384 seedling. Researcher Bradley is observing Browning, who is holding a watering can and pouring it on a seedling of a 2023 Nissan Sentra. Bradley: So how's the land, Mr. Browning? Browning: It's… not as good as in Tennessee. Bradley: And what makes you say that? Browning: I can feel it in the soil, it's… dry, a lot dryer than it should be. Bradley: Can't you still make it work? Browning: Yeah, but I'll need a lot more steel, water, nutrients in general to get these cars to mature in time… Bradley: You have everything you need to succeed, Mr. Browning. McClain approaches the two from the roadside. McClain: Hol' up, what's this? Are you- Browning: Oh, hi there. What's your name? McClain: Dan, I grow cars just up the road. You? Browning: You can call me Howard. It's nice to meet a fellow car farmer. McClain sighs and rubs their face. McClain: Another auto farm? I already got one neighborin' me, now one more? Browning sets their watering can down. Browning: There's no need to be rude, neighbor. Surely we can get along fine. McClain: What kinda cars you growin' here, anyway? Browning: Oh, just Nissan Sentras. McClain: Nissan? Greenwood walks up to the group. Researcher Bradley waves to them. Bradley: Mr. Greenwood, meet your new neighbor! McClain: Mike, this Nissan farmer's settin' up shop here! Greenwood: Aw, what?! Browning: Hey! I have a right to use my land as I wish. Bradley: Besides, three Japanese car brands in the same area, I'd say- Greenwood: They're not Japanese anymore, they're French! Browning crosses their arms. Browning: Sirs, I don't know what your problems are, maybe your brands don't pay you all that well, but I've grown Nissans for five years. I'm sticking with them. McClain snorts. McClain: Enjoy your squeakin' transmissions, then. Bradley: If you two are so opposed to a Nissan farm, the Society could arrange for him to switch to another brand, such as Hyundai. McClain and Greenwood: HUN-DYE? The two throw up their hands and stomp their feet as they walk away. Researcher Bradley turns towards Browning. Bradley: Don't listen to them, Mr. Browning. I'm sure you'll be able to succeed with your new land. Browning sighs as they pick up their watering can to water another seedling. <End Log> The following conversation was filmed through Foundation CCTV cameras installed in utility poles within Containment Zone 7384. Transcript 7384-5 Personnel Present: N/A Subjects: Darius McClain (PoI-7384-1), Michael Greenwood, (PoI-7384-2), Howard Browning (PoI-7384-3) Location: Containment Zone 7384 Date: August 26, 2022 <Begin Log> McClain and Greenwood are standing in the roadway, where the irrigation ditch between their farms reaches the road. Greenwood: This "Society" promised me I'd get more cars to plant, 'stead they moved in someone else! McClain: I told ya that HOA's gon' betray ya sooner or later. Greenwood: Dan, I never would'a signed with them, they never would'a showed up if you didn't squeal 'bout what we were doing. McClain: I never thought someone like them would show up. I just wanna heir to my farm… someone to pass it down to. Greenwood: Course, it just had to be the 'Ciety! McClain: Mike, I said no. You should'a said no, too. Greenwood: They lied to me! If I knew this woulda happened, I woulda never signed anything! Greenwood sighs. Greenwood: I was gonna pay for my mama's back surgery with the extra money. McClain: That's sweet of you, Mike. Greenwood: And I told that 'Ciety lady 'bout my mama's injuries, yet she still went and screwed me over! McClain: She screwed both of us over. Browning approaches the two from down the road. Browning: Excuse me, sirs… maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Didn't get the best first impression of each other, I'd prefer it if we got along. McClain and Greenwood exchange glances. Greenwood: Seriously, why Nissan? Coulda went Subaru, Mazda, even Mitsu-fucking-bishi, but Nissan? Browning: That's the only choice I got in Tennessee. McClain: Course you're from Tenn. Second worst education in America. Browning: Thank God for Mississippi… Greenwood: 'Ey! If you feel that way 'bout our state, then why'd ya move here? Browning: Well, my old farm got eminent domained by a cement company,4 and I got an offer to move here from the Society of Crop Production. Greenwood: Shit, eminent domain? Fuck… McClain: That's wrong what they did to ya, guv'mint overreach always trumpin' the little guy. Browning: I'm trying to make it work, but this land isn't as arable as I thought it'd be… McClain: How much didja pay for it, anyway? Browning: After subsidies, four grand per acre. Silence. McClain: Four grand… Greenwood: Hell, I only paid two grand an acre! McClain: You got ripped off, boy. I only paid twelve hundred an acre when I first started. Browning rubs their face and groans. McClain: Hope you're plantin' GT-Rs, Infinitis, somethin' real pricey. Browning: No, I'm just a Sentra farmer. I used to farm Leafs too, but I didn't get any Leaf seedings after I moved out here. McClain: You ain't gon' make money farmin' only Sentras when your land's four grand an acre. Browning groans and covers their face. Browning: My family's supposed to move out here soon. They'll be mad as hell when they find out what I've gotten myself into, they've uprooted everything for me. Silence. Greenwood: Yanno, why'd the 'Ciety move him across states, just to put him next to us? There's not enough nutrition in the soil to sustain three car farms. Wouldn't the 'Ciety know that, too? McClain: Wait, ain't you tellin' me before that we've got enough room for the both of us? Greenwood: Well, now there's three of us. The three sigh. Browning: If I may ask, how long have you two been at each others' throats like this? Greenwood: Years and years! McClain: What- no, it ain't been that long and you know it, Mike. Browning: Because it's odd to me how you two can't seem to coexist as neighbors, as coworkers. Greenwood points at McClain. Greenwood: Dan started it! I just wanna grow in peace, but he insists that- McClain: You've been nothin' but a thorn in my side ever since you showed up, Mike. Don't deny it. Greenwood: You got us into this mess, Dan! You invited them 'ere! You started this! Browning: Sirs, sirs! Wouldn't it be better to save your energy to fight bigger adversaries, like the Society? Not wasting it on bickering with each other. That Society lady's probably laughing at us argue with each other while she takes more and more of our money! McClain and Greenwood pause for a moment, then nod their heads. Browning: We farmers need to stick together. None of this arguing about each other, at the end of the day, we're men who wanna make an honest day's living tilling the earth and providing for our families, yes? McClain: Mmm-hmm. Greenwood: Can't argue 'gainst that! Browning: So I say we go to the news and expose this Society for who they really are. How they've been mishandling us and tricking us. Greenwood: Wait, wait, we're not allowed to talk 'bout car farming. Greenwood points to McClain. Greenwood: He thought otherwise, that's why we're in this mess in the first place! McClain: Mike, you're the one who signed up with that HOA. Browning: As I've said, we share an adversary, right? We should at least talk to our brands, they won't be happy about any potential sabotage. Perhaps threaten the Society that we'll go public, too. Greenwood: That's fine with me. Shake on it? The three exchange handshakes. McClain: For a Nissan farmer, you've got ya head screwed in tight. Browning: It's that Tennessee education. <End Log> The three SCP-7384 farmers continued to complain to Foundation personnel regarding the arrangement, having notified their respective automakers. Due to the potential loss of knowledge regarding the SCP-7384 process, amnestic administration was temporarily deferred. Addendum 04: Representatives from automakers Toyota, Honda, and Nissan have expressed disapproval of Foundation efforts to consolidate SCP-7384 operations within Containment Zone 7384. These disagreements have further hindered SCP-7384 research, as the automakers refused to cooperate with Foundation front organizations. As a result, a joint conference has been approved between the PoI-7384 agriculturalists within Containment Zone 7384, the Foundation, and representatives from the automakers. The meeting location. Transcript 7384-6 Personnel Present: Researcher Naomi Bradley Subjects: Darius McClain (PoI-7384-1) Michael Greenwood (PoI-7384-2) Howard Browning (PoI-7384-3) Toyota Representative Tetsuo Koromo Honda Representative Masaki Yamatani Nissan Representative Legault Canton Location: Containment Zone 7384 Date: September 5, 2022 <Begin Log> Researcher Bradley and the SCP-7384 farmers are seated around a table within the meeting tent. Three speakerphones have been placed on the table. Bradley: Now, I understand that you three have some disagreements regarding your partnership with the Society of Crop Production, and that's what we're here to discuss. I request that we do so in a civil manner. The three SCP-7384 farmers nod their heads. Bradley: I've contacted your respective automakers to listen in on our conversation, to- McClain: Thank the Lord! Greenwood: They're gonna give you an earful! Browning smiles and nods their head. The speakerphones on the desk begin to beep. Bradley: Oh, that's them! Researcher Bradley presses the answer key on each phone, one by one. Canton: Hello? Hello, can you hear me? Bradley: Yes, sir. Please introduce yourselves. Canton: I'm Legault Canton with Nissan Motors. Koromo: Koromo Tetsuo with Toyota. Yamatani: Yamatani, Honda. Bradley: Good. I'm Naomi Bradley with the Society of Crop Production, and three of your farming associates: McClain, Greenwood, and Browning. Researcher Bradley turns to the farmers. Bradley: Go on, say hi! McClain: Konnichiwa, Mr. Koromo. Greenwood: Yamatani-san, hello there! Browning: Good morning, Mr. Canton. Bradley: Alright, first thing on the agenda- Koromo: Ms. Naomi, why exactly do you wish to relocate our American operations to one location in Missi- Missmiss- Canton: Mississippi. Koromo: Thank you. Who are you as an agriculture "Society" to demand such a thing? Bradley: Sir, we believe it is best for the intricacies of the American auto market to locate manufacturing plants in one single area, rather than- Yamatani: But you are a farming society, yes? You are not an auto manufacturer. Koromo: Again, who are you to tell us where to grow our products? Bradley: If you'd let me speak, our analysis of the soil composition of your botanical operations suggests a high amount of metallic pollution. As a Society dedicated to preserving America's farmland, we believe it's best to contain pollution in one specific area. Yamatani: You are not observing the social, economic, and political aspect. Our operations are spread out across America so we can employ many different types of people, and ensure that no single disaster can disable all of our manufacturing. Canton: Plus, we're already placing farms in areas that aren't fit to grow anything else. Mr. Browning's farm used to be a steel mill that got demolished, it was already polluted. Researcher Bradley takes a deep breath as she rubs her face. Bradley: As we've said, the Society prefers to keep ground pollution to a minimum. Locating it all in one place is more manageable than- Koromo: Our new method is already more energy-efficient than our other manufacturing practices. We have saved millions of dollars by sending lithium waste to these operations for the growth of hybrid powertrains. Otherwise, it would have gone to waste. That is why it is called "waste". Yamatani: You have attempted to interfere with our operations without understanding of what we are doing. This operation is done with environmental concern in mind, so it should not concern you. Bradley: We operate under the concern of all of America's agriculture, organic or not. Everything we have done is perfectly legal. Koromo: That does not give you the right to tell us how to operate our facilities. Once again, who are you to tell us how to conduct business? Answer my question! Silence. Canton: If I may interject, our board of investors at Nissan has been clamoring all week about this as well. They fear huge productivity declines and lost revenue, which goes against your "production" message, does it not? Bradley: We estimate no loss of productivity through our plan. Canton: But we do. Do the voices of our shareholders not matter to you? Bradley: We'll keep your investors in mind, and yes, we do value their goals and concerns. Koromo: That does not answer our question of why you believe you have the authority over us to relocate our operations! Yamatani: You have entangled us in useless bureaucracy and hostility through your narrow and ignorant view of our industry, and our logistics. Silence. Bradley: Mr. Koromo, Mr. Yamatani, Mr. Canton. The Society of Crop Productivity remains committed to increasing yields and efficiency every year, while minimizing waste and pollution. This has not changed, nor will it ever change. Researcher Bradley takes a deep breath. Bradley: While our intentions were to lower your operating costs, lower pollution and save money, it is clear to us that there was a considerable disagreement and disenfranchisement on how to achieve this. She takes another breath. Bradley: We will reconsider our consolidation plan regarding your auto farms. Yamatani: From now on, you will not interfere with our botanical operations? Bradley: To clarify, we'll no longer plan to engage in any un-permissioned relocations of such facilities. The automaker representatives sigh in unison. Canton: That's all we needed, for your group to leave us alone. We've all been hitting our emissions targets, we don't cheat like Volkswagen does, why interfere with us? Bradley: To my knowledge, Volkswagen's not growing cars out of the ground. Koromo: Now you will respect our industry for what it is. I recommend you resign with grace, and allow a more qualified individual to take your place to ensure such a calamity will never happen again. Bradley: I will make note of that comment, thank you. The three SCP-7384 farmers smile and nod their heads. Greenwood: We did it! Browning: Ha ha ha! Researcher Bradley glances at McClain, and scoots Koromo's speakerphone towards them. McClain: Mr. Koromo! Arigato- Koromo: McClain, your contract has been terminated! McClain gasps. McClain: Wha- wait, hol' on sir, I- Koromo: You have revealed our operations to outsiders, violating our non-disclosure agreement! McClain: But sir, I just wanted an apprentice, continue a family legacy! Koromo: You are to return all Toyota botany products to our office in Aichi Prefecture before the end of the month, or we will pursue further legal action. Goodbye. Koromo hangs up. McClain groans and puts their head on the table. Researcher Bradley averts her gaze towards Greenwood, and scoots Yamatani's speakerphone towards them. Yamatani: Greenwood? Greenwood? Greenwood: Yes, Yamatani-san? Thank you for- Yamatani: Why did you involve yourself with this "Society" organization? Greenwood: Oh, um… they showed up one day after my- Yamatani: You have neglected to prevent their intrusion. Greenwood: Yamatani-san, I didn't think it'd turn out like this! Didn't think this Society'll move in more car farms. Yamatani: My team has been hit with many calls from outsiders asking about the Honda Botanical Program. You have allowed this to happen! Greenwood: But- but Yamatani-san, it was the 'Yota farmer 'cross the street, he let 'em in! Yamatani: And you teamed up with them when he did not. Greenwood: Yamatani-san, I just wanted to expand my business, grow more cars for you! Yamatani: Your contract will not be renewed. We will accept your current harvest, but you will not be in partnership with us again. Goodbye. Yamatani hangs up. Greenwood puts their head in their hands. Canton: Mr. Browning? I have some news for you as well. Researcher Bradley nudges Canton's speakerphone towards Browning. Browning: Uh… what'd that be, Mr. Canton? Canton: We've done an audit into your farm's relocation, and we couldn't find any evidence it was approved. Browning: Wait, what? But I- Canton: I'm not finished. Due to this unauthorized relocation, we will not continue doing business with you after your current crops are harvested. Browning: But Mr. Canton, my old farm got eminent domained! And the Society was supposed to take care of all the paperwork. Canton: Well, we couldn't find any of this "paperwork". Browning: Mr. Canton, the Society moved me here! I was… coerced into it! They said they worked with you directly and everything! Canton: We'll accept any remaining autos you harvest next year, but after that, we're going our separate ways. Browning: Mr. Canton, wait! I- I- I'd like to file a dispute. Canton: Perhaps you should ask this "Society" of yours to find you another contract. Good luck with your last harvest, Mr. Browning. Canton hangs up. Browning turns towards Researcher Bradley. Bradley: I ensure you that the Society has done everything on our end to communicate your relocation with Nissan Corporate. Browning: That doesn't matter anymore! I've lost everything! We've lost everything! Bradley: The Society is more than willing to help you find alternative crops for you to- McClain: You cost us our jobs! Our paychecks! Our livelihoods! Greenwood: Really, who the fuck didja think you were, tryna move in more farms? Bradley: If you'd let me speak, let me remind you that you've agreed to supervision from the Society, and- McClain: I ain't agree to any of this! Bradley: There's no need for such hostility. The Society will do our best to locate new agricultural contracts for you to accept. This is not the setback you're all making it out to be. Greenwood: Yes, it fucking is! My mama's gonna get sicker 'cause of you! Researcher Bradley gathers the speakerphones off the table and backs away towards the meeting room exit. Bradley: We'll continue tomorrow. I'll allow you three to calm down and assess the situation. Researcher Bradley runs out of the meeting room. Browning: Where're you running off to, you bitch?! What about my family? McClain begins to cry. McClain: How'm I gon' tell Jasmine about this? She'll be horrified about losin' the farm. Greenwood: I already scheduled my mama's surgery… <End Log> Addendum 05: Due to the planned cessation of SCP-7384 operations within Containment Zone 7384, Foundation attention has been directed to SCP-7384 locations outside the zone for standard monitoring. Amnesticization of all three Persons of Interest is planned following the complete cessation of operations within Containment Zone 7384. The group was recorded discussing Foundation operations following the loss of their contracts with the automakers. Transcript 7384-7 Personnel Present: N/A Subjects: Darius McClain (PoI-7384-1), Michael Greenwood (PoI-7384-2), Howard Browning (PoI-7384-3) Location: Containment Zone 7384 Date: September 7, 2022 <Begin Log> McClain is on their farmland, uprooting their Toyota seeds and putting them in a bucket. Across the street, Greenwood drives the last of their Honda vehicles onto a transport truck. The truck drives away with Greenwood's harvest. They observe their barren farmland, then turns towards McClain's farm. They cup their hands around their mouth. Greenwood: DAN! Dan, you need help? McClain looks up and cups their hands around their mouth. McClain: If you wanna! Greenwood nods their head and walks along the farmland towards McClain, crossing over the ditch. When the two meet, they begin uprooting the Toyota seedings together. Greenwood: How's your wife taking the news? McClain: I, uh… I ain't told Jasmine yet. How about your mother? Greenwood: Haven't told 'er, neither… The two sigh. Greenwood: Never grown anything else but Hondas. Regular food'll be new to me. McClain: Regular food ain't gon' grow in this kinda soil. Might have'ta sell the farm and move back to Jackson. Greenwood: Who's gonna buy our farms? Honda had me pour lotsa chemicals in the ground, and I don't feel like lying to people. McClain: Maybe another auto brand'll come along and buy in. Or maybe the guvmint's gon' deem my farm a Superfund site and kick me out anyway. Greenwood: Maybe we could talk to the 'Ciety 'bout getting us another contract- McClain: Mike, fuck that HOA. We're goin' our own way from now on. No more kowtowin' to foreign companies. We're growin' and sellin' our own crops. Greenwood: If we find another place to farm, that is. The two prune the earth in silence. McClain: Mike? Greenwood: Yeah, Dan? McClain: Sorry about bringin' that HOA bitch to our farms. Ain't your fault I've got loose lips. Greenwood: It's not your fault I joined 'em, sucked up to 'em. Let 'em cost us everything. McClain: I just wanna boy I can raise as an apprentice. Have myself a family farm like my old man had. Greenwood: I started farming after getting laid off from my foundry job 'cause they moved everything to China. Maybe the Japanese're gonna move their stuff to China, too. McClain: Got myself caught up in all their "kaizen" talk, but in the end, they're all the same. Greenwood: Yep! The two uproot and gather the last of the crops. They carry the buckets to the roadside. Greenwood: Postage to Japan's gonna be 'spensive with this kinda weight. McClain: Damnit, haven't thought'a that. One last insult to injury. They set the buckets in front of McClain's farmhouse. McClain: You wanna check on the Nissan guy? Greenwood: Howard? Sure. The two walk down the roadway towards Browning's location. Browning is watering their seedlings with a watering can. The other two approach him from the road. Greenwood: How's it going, Howard? McClain: You need some help with your crops? Browning: If you wish. I've got extra watering cans in my shed over there, everything to my right still needs water. McClain and Greenwood nod, and walk towards the shed to retrieve the watering cans. Following the completion of their irrigation, the three meet at the shed again. The sun is setting. Browning: Thanks for helping me out, Mr… Mike? McClain: No, I'm Dan. He's Mike. McClain points at Greenwood, as Browning gestures towards their farmhouse. Browning: Dan, Mike, why don't we have dinner together at my place? My family's finally moved in from Tennessee. Greenwood: I don't see why not. McClain: Can my wife come over? She's baked casserole for tonight. Greenwood: And my ma, too. She needs the company. Browning: Of course! McClain: Oh, and uh… Howard, I'm sorry about startin' out on bad terms. Greenwood: Again, we should'a stuck together from the start. Browning: Thanks for the apology, boys. I appreciate it. What matters now is how we move forward. I'm thinking we could share a co-op space if you need to downsize. Greenwood: S'alright with me. The three begin to walk towards Browning's farmhouse. McClain: You Tennessee fellas ain't that bad after all. <End Log> Footnotes 1. The account was later deleted, and their IP address was blacklisted from all social media sites. 2. 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SCP-7385 | safe | Item #: SCP-7385 Special Containment Procedures: Per the most current review, SCP-7385 does not require any containment procedures by the Foundation given the lack of danger that the entity represents, despite its highly advanced ontokinetic influence on the structure of reality. No Foundation personnel are permitted to interact with SCP-7385 in a manner that could cause emotional distress to the individual. SCP-7385 is to remain free from any form of containment, with it living with its wife in the city of ███████. Aggressive and potentially destructive interaction with individuals or property related to SCP-7385 is strongly discouraged and unauthorized, regardless of the circumstances. Due to such factors, and primarily by hypernarrative request (see Addendum 7385-B), the Foundation will cease any contacts and experiments with SCP-7385. Description: SCP-7385 is the alternate designation for ████████ ████████, a Caucasian male aged around 74 years. SCP-7385 is incapable of suffering any type of physical or psychological harm. Any type of negative factor that can target SCP-7385 in any way results in its nullification due to an involuntary reality-altering anomaly related to the individual. This includes, but is not limited to: the subject's death, regardless of the possible cause; bodily injuries; physical or mental illnesses; moral or social damages; any possible distressing factors that could affect SCP-7385, like witness disastrous events with damage to other living beings, whether lethal or not. As previously stated, any concept, be it an entity or phenomenon, that attempts to result in some form of suffering in SCP-7385 will inevitably be prevented from occurring, regardless of the properties of such concept and the scope of its action. All attempts to circumvent the reality alterations related to SCP-7385 have proven unsuccessful. The cause of this anomalous property is unknown. (see Addendum 7385-B) Despite its indestructibility, SCP-7385 does not appear to have any other types of anomalous properties. The individual also does not present any type of threat to the Foundation or humanity at all. SCP-7385's behavior is completely non-hostile, and the same, apparently, is not fully aware of its anomalous properties (see Addendum 7385-A). Discovery: The anomalous properties of SCP-7385 have been noticed by the Foundation since mid-2015. Prior to this period, it is theorized that SCP-7385 was a non-anomalous human being, who was subject to forms of suffering. Collaborative analyzes carried out by members of the 'Pataphysics, Ontokinetics and Temporal Anomalies Departments led to the hypothesis that a major alteration in the timeline, at a narrativistic level, resulted in the current properties of SCP-7385, so that even negative memories present in the mind of the individual were also removed. These temporal changes also applies to any human or non-human who was related to SCP-7385 even before 2015. Over time, Foundation agents monitoring SCP-7385's activities have been recording multiple characteristically disastrous anomalous phenomena that, in theory, were supposed to affect SCP-7385 negatively, but all observations have shown that, regardless of the severity of the event, the individual always remained unaffected. Due to the lack of relevant information about SCP-7385 regarding its "past" non-anomalous nature, it is not known for sure why the individual became anomalous from 2015 to the present days. Addendum 7385-A: Interview. Open Log Hide Log Interviewed: SCP-7385 Interviewer: Researcher Senners, Ontokinetics Department Foreword: This interview was conducted on ██/██/2019, prior to the review of containment procedures that led to the cessation of interactions with SCP-7385. At the time, SCP-7385 was unaware of the Foundation's existence, with interviewer Researcher Senners initially identifying himself to the individual as a doctor from the ███████ hospital center. No events possibly harmful to SCP-7385 occurred in the lead-up or aftermath of the interview. <Begin Log> SCP-7385: Good morning doctor, I hope all is well with you today. Researcher Senners: Hello sir ████████, thank you very much! I hope everything is with you too. SCP-7385: I'm always fine! So doctor, why did you want to schedule an appointment with me? I have never reported any type of symptoms or scheduled any check-ups with you before. Researcher Senners: So, dear ████████, I know you've never been to a doctor's visit with me before. Even so, due to a government request, we, from the medical center, need to provide special assistance to you. SCP-7385: But doctor, I've never had a history of commitments to this hospital involving me, as far as I can remember. I only come here so I can take my grandchildren when necessary, and all the consultations have had no negative results. Researcher Senners: As far as you can remember? SCP-7385: So, doctor, I hope I don't have any amnesia or anything worse, but I honestly can't remember much here in this hospital. Researcher Senners: That's what I wanted to talk to you about today. (At this point in the interview, the equipment used by the Department of Ontokinetics team that was secretely escorting the hospital unit detected a local reality restructuring event. The cause of the local ontokinetic activity is uncertain, but it is theorized that SCP-7385 was beginning to show signs of discomfort.) SCP-7385: Okay. Tell me, I also really want to know. Researcher Senners: So, some government officials and I associated with the Ministry of Health searched your documentation regarding your hospital history. SCP-7385: And what is this? What do you mean? Researcher Senners: It means that you are the healthiest man we have ever met. SCP-7385: Glory to God! This is a spiritual gift, I am absolutely sure! Researcher Senners Yes. I can agree with you on that. SCP-7385: I am also grateful to Him for never abandoning my children and grandchildren. I am a blessed man, from a blessed family! Researcher Senners: Amen. Can I also ask you something else, if you don't mind? SCP-7385: Go ahead. Researcher Senners: Do you remember having any symptoms throughout the past years? Be it any type. Psychological or physical. SCP-7385: To tell you the truth, doctor, I don't remember having suffered any kind of thing in my life or in the last few years. To be more honest, I either complained about some pain. Researcher Senners: Continue, please. SCP-7385: I don't even know what it's like to feel pain, I don't think I've ever seen anyone cry, except when I saw my son and daughter being born. That filled me with joy. I am certainly blessed. Every time I went to the hospital, whether here or elsewhere, for any reason, in every visit, I never received any type of diagnosis. I also passed through the corridors and I didn't notice anything much. Researcher Senners: Okay (noting in a Foundation notebook, but formatted in accordance with local hospital documentation standards). Very good. So can you confirm that you have never cried or seen anyone go through a difficult situation or anything like that? SCP-7385: I am certainly a man of joy. I confirm everything you are asking. I don't remember any kind of sadness, whether in me or in my friends and family. To be honest, I don't even know what this sadness is that many people talk about. And I even feel weird about it sometimes. The world is always pleasing me, but I'm still grateful. Researcher Senners: As for the feeling of strangeness, did you notice anything beyond that? Like your overall perspective has been drastically altered from one time or another, or nothing is noticeable to you? SCP-7385: I don't notice anything much. My vision is still as good as it always is. I don't see anything wrong with myself, my lifestyle, or even the lives of my family and people close to me in general. Everything seems fine to me. At most, just a very slight feeling of doubt, but that quickly disappears. Researcher Senners: Therefore, you actually do not notice anything wrong with yourself or your surroundings. SCP-7385: I confirm that everything looks absolutely fine. Researcher Senners: Alright. We're done for today! Thank you very much sir ████████, it was a pleasure meeting you. SCP-7385: I thank you, doctor. Come to think of it, I think this is the last time I'll go into a place like this. Researcher Senners: Enjoy it! If something seems even more unusual, please contact us again. SCP-7385: Fine, doctor! Goodbye! God bless you a lot. <End Log> Addedum 7385-B: Hypernarrative communication made to the 'Pataphysics Department. Open Log Hide Log The following note was sent on ██/██/2020, to one of the servers of the 'Pataphysics Department research terminal at Site-██, attached to the SCP-7385 document and protocols folder. The pain of losing someone is one of the worst things a human being can feel. I remember when around 2012, I was making a drawing on an old notepad. I was at my grandmother's house. It was a place of peace and nature, a simple house with a garden that was not very large but full of details. And at that moment, I was drawing an explosion, something I had a habit of doing, a very peculiar taste in relation to what other children usually draw. It was then that my grandfather appeared and scolded me. "It seems like you only know how to draw these things! Why don't you draw something more beautiful?" And that was one of the most memorable memories I had of him. In 2015, he came to rest. That time was difficult for my father and my uncles. My grandmother became a relatively lonely widow for years, and so I developed the habit of seeing her every week, especially after one night where she came in tears, telling me that I could live with her, as she felt alone. It wasn't long ago that I discovered your universe. From up here, for some, it is an unknown work, for others, a gigantic and complex community. One of the things that enchanted me most was the concept of "pataphysics". When reality interacts with fiction, and as a result, some of you become unhappy with the fact that you live in a fictional world, and try everything you can to "attack" us in some way. It's hilarious but interesting how your lack of free will feeds us with more ideas and ideas. And one idea I had was to immortalize someone, from my universe, to your universe. Make a loved one, who is no longer with me, be among you. Fiction has always been an impressive tool. I know that this universe where you live is hostile. Thousands of different anomalies, some harmless, others that were simply meant to be threatening not just to your world, but to mine as well. Pathetic, in some point, but something cool to see. As a form of revenge, you could look at SCP-7385 with anger, as it never suffers, unlike all of you. But suffering is omnipresent. SCP-7385 shouldn't, because it has already suffered too much, just like the others who have been immortalized in some way, whether in history or in story. So, I'm giving you a gift, not just my grandfather, but the chance that the author and the work can still be reconciled. SCP-7385 is the opposite of a threat, it is the idea that in a universe of threats, threats created by us, there can also be hope, created by us as well. I ask that you leave SCP-7385, it does not need to be contained, nor does it need to witness the other catastrophes that you face in each world. May it serve as a figure of peace, eternal peace. A bridge that connects my reality to yours. And may it also serve as an example to inspire my fellow authors. You have never been able to truly kill your gods, but we will never truly kill you. Yourselves are the reason we still care about you. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7385" by L44Yelken, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7385. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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Hope you enjoy the piece, Stealth! For more by me, go to my Author Page! Item#: 7386 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo The Head of SCP-7386-1 Special Containment Procedures SCP-7386 is currently located at 130 Eastern Colorado Ave, Telluride, CO, USA. Public access to SCP-7386 is restricted, and all exterior windows into the anomaly are to be boarded up or otherwise blocked. A sign reading "Permanently Closed" is to be hung from the building's front door, so as not to draw attention to the building. A minimum of two security personnel disguised as civilians are to monitor SCP-7386 at all times. A nearby Foundation outpost is to keep in contact with on-duty personnel, and provide regular status updates to Foundation Site-95. No personnel are permitted to enter SCP-7386 without approval from Director Anne Tina or other qualified level-4 personnel. Description SCP-7386 is a small pest control shop operating under the name "Blug's Pesky Solutions." SCP-7386 itself has no fixed location, and will randomly manifest among plazas and other shopping centers around the globe. SCP-7386 will often replace a store already present within the shopping center, the store of which will reappear upon the demanifestation of SCP-7386. The interior of SCP-7386 is identical throughout each manifestation. The store contains a single floor, which consists mostly of shopping aisles, each containing products relating to the control and extermination of vermin, specifically insects. The building also contains an employee-maintained counter and a small office area. SCP-7386-1 is the only known employee to ever work at SCP-7386 and has claimed to be the owner of the establishment. SCP-7386-1 is a sapient, arthropodal biped that displays significant similarities to cerambycid insects in appearance. While SCP-7386-1's four frontmost legs are jointed like most arthropods, its two hind legs which it uses to walk are structured similarly to mammalian humanoids, allowing for more fluid movement. SCP-7386-1 measures approximately 2.1 meters in height, and possesses a pair of long antennae, each measuring 1.8 meters long. SCP-7386-1 displays a friendly albeit overly assertive personality when interacting with customers, as long as they do not comment on the entity's anomalous appearance. If a customer comments or otherwise acknowledges SCP-7386-1's insect-like appearance, SCP-7386-1 will retaliate with extreme anger and distress, subsequently followed by the demanifestation of both the entity and SCP-7386 in its entirety. The same events will also occur if any individual(s) attempt to force SCP-7386 to leave the store or kill the entity. Individuals within the store during demanifestation will not reappear within the building during any following manifestation events. Addendum 7386.01: History While reports of phenomena possibly pertaining to SCP-7386 date back to the late 1990's, the anomaly was not formally discovered by the Foundation until October 12th, 2023, when SCP-7386 manifested on 11 Junction Rd, Cape Town, South Africa. Foundation Agents stationed within Cape Town quickly reported the anomaly, and an MTF squadron was dispatched to contain it. However, SCP-7386 demanifested after the squad confronted SCP-7386-1, due to the entity's anomalous effects. Via analysis of the aforementioned incident and several more of which followed, Foundation specialists were able to pinpoint SCP-7386's demanifestation trigger. Using this information, a proper containment plan was devised, and appropriate protocols regarding a manifestation event were implemented. On April 30th, 2024, SCP-7386 manifested at 195 Dupont Dr. Providence RI, USA. After restricting public access to the building, Foundation agents sent Minato Noguchi in to SCP-7386 with the purpose of ascertaining information from SCP-7386-1 regarding itself and SCP-7386. - INTERVIEW LOG - Date: 30/4/2024 Interviewer: Agent Minato Noguchi Interviewed: SCP-7386-1 Note: In order to avoid triggering a demanifestation event, Agent Noguchi was instructed to entertain SCP-7386-1's retail practices, while still attempting to gain information from the entity. [BEGIN LOG] (The camera turns on as Agent Noguchi enters SCP-7386. The entire shopping area is visible upon entry, and SCP-7386-1 is seen standing behind the checkout counter to the right. The entity turns to greet her.) SCP-7386-1: Hello! Welcome to Blug's Pesky Solutions, where we'll provide you with swift solutions on the fly! My name's Blug, how can I help you today? (Agent Noguchi appears slightly taken aback, but maintains her composure.) Agent Noguchi: Oh! I uh- actually have a few questions for you, if you don't mind. SCP-7386-1: Of course! No problem at all, always willing to educate customers on how to properly eradicate whatever's buggin' em. So, what're we dealin' with? Carpet beetles? House flies? Bed bugs? Agent Noguchi: Well, I actually- SCP-7386-1: You're not sure? No problem! I've got plenty of products that are guaranteed to work on almost any species of nasty buggers you've got. (SCP-7386-1 leaves the desk and walks over to one of the aisles in the store. Following a short pause, Agent Noguchi follows.) SCP-7386-1: Now the most important question is: are the pesky pests you're dealing with flighted, or not? Do they have wings? Agent Noguchi: Sir, I- SCP-7386-1: Because if they do, you're going to need to caulk any loose windows screens and other exterior openings. You'll need nothin' but caulk! (SCP-7386-1 takes a bottle of caulk off a shelf and holds it out to Agent Noguchi. The bottle is labeled "Blug's Bugged-out Caulk") Agent Noguchi: Uhm, no. No, they don't have wings. SCP-7386-1: Well then! You won't need as much caulk! Sure, you'll still want to seal up any cracks and crevices in your home, but your new best friend is going to be cyphenothrin! (SCP-7386-1 quickly leads Agent Noguchi to the next aisle, which is stocked with several sprays and toxins. SCP-7386-1 grabs a spray bottle labeled "Blug's Bugger-b-gone Spray") SCP-7386-1: Cyphenothrin is one of the most effective pyrethroid insecticides on the face of the Earth! And as a main ingredi-ant in our Bugger-b-gone spray, your house will be bug-free in no time! (SCP-7386-1 hands the spray bottle to Agent Noguchi) SCP-7386-1: Unlike most other insecticides, our Bugger-b-gone induces almost instant death in any insect that's unfortunate to catch a whiff of this stuff! I know it's a tough choice to use these chemical killers, but with Blug's Bugger-b-gone, you'll be choosing the lesser of two "weevils"! (Agent Noguchi's eyes widen as she looks at SCP-7386-1, then to the spray bottle. She then carefully examines the bottles warning label.) Agent Noguchi: Wow, you sure are well-versed in the… extermination world. SCP-7386-1: I sure am! Agent Noguchi: Where did you learn about all of this? SCP-7386-1: Used to work for NPEI.National Pest Extermination Incorporated — An American multi-billion dollar pest extermination company founded in 1923. back in the day. Learned everything there was to know about every pesky insect from silverfish to boxelders. Now there ain't a bug I can't trap, fumigate, or plain ol' squash! Agent Noguchi: You… worked there? SCP-7386-1: Basically lived there! I was a standby exterminator, did the weekly inspections, emergency exterminations, you name it. Loved every part of the job. Agent Noguchi: Really? I mean I'd feel bad for the bugs, personally. SCP-7386-1: No sister, I hate bugs, every last one. After years of helpin' those who've suffered at the hands of those insufferable invertebrates, I don't feel bad for a single one of 'em! (SCP-7386-1 chuckles, fluttering its wings while doing so.) Agent Noguchi: Wow, alright. SCP-7386-1: Anyway, use this stuff here and you'll be bug free in no time! Agent Noguchi: Uh, thank you. SCP-7386-1: Did you need anything else today? A Vac-o-bug? Some anti-beetle lotion? I promise you we've got more bug-killin' equipm-ant here than you'd ever find on the web! Agent Noguchi: Just the spray. SCP-7386-1: No caulk? Agent Noguchi: …and the caulk. SCP-7386-1: Bee-utiful! (SCP-7386-1 turns and head towards the caulk section. As it moves, its large antennae nearly collide with a spinning ceiling fan.) Agent Noguchi: Oh! Look out! Watch your, uh- (SCP-7386-1 halts.) SCP-7386-1: My what? Agent Noguchi: No, I was just saying- SCP-7386-1: Watch what? Nothing! There's nothing to watch! (Agent Noguchi steps back as the entity turns around.) SCP-7386-1: Its just my head, nothing else! There's no ugly, furry feelers up here! Just a normal, HUMAN head! It's unbeweevable you'd say otherwise! (Agent Noguchi turns towards the door.) SCP-7386-1: Nothing creepy, nothing crawly, NOTHING! (The entity holds its head and starts to laugh.) SCP-7386-1: It's just my head, see? It's only me! There's no bee-littling it!! C-an't you see there's nothing bug me? Bugly me, no bug, bugthing but bug!! Bug bug bug bug! Bug bug b- (Footage cuts, simultaneous with the demanifestation of SCP-7386 and all its contents.) [END LOG] SCP-7386 remanifested in Charentsavan, Armenia two months following the above incident. Agent Noguchi did not remanifest within the anomaly and is considered MIA. Addendum 7386.02: Additional Documentation After SCP-7386's current containment status was achieved, an investigation conducted by the Department of Entomology into the NPEI yielded documentation possibly relating to SCP-7386-1. These documents have been copied below. Personal log 2/5/97 I might quit at this point. Being partnered with Josiah is bullshit. He does everything. Half the calls we get go straight to us, even when our schedules are already lined up with weekly checkups. And he's so enthusiastic about it all too, like come on man. No one gives a donkey's ass about the "taxonomy of their pests" or their "evolutionary weaknesses" dude. Get over yourself. And the guy seems to love this stuff too. And in a strange way too, it's like he enjoys killing the insects. Don't get me wrong, they're just bugs. But I've caught the guy squeezing individual ants in his fingertips one too many times. He fucking laughs, too. Calls himself "Blug the bug killer", like that makes him sound any more sane. Whatever. I'm going to request a transfer so I don't have to be all over the place with this guy. Personal log 9/15/97 I have to wait another month to get transferred. Which means another week of nothing but Josiah and bugs. I hate it here so much man. Also Josiah is definitely fucked up. Got called in for a wasp nest extermination the other day and he grabbed the nest. No gloves or protection suit, he grabbed the fucking nest, squished the entire thing in his hands and then fumigated everywhere around it. He was getting stung like silly but he just grabbed each wasp in his hands and squished them into paste. He was fucking laughing too. I feel like reporting this, but what would Elise do? Maybe reprimand him for unprofessionalism, but I don't think she'd necessarily give a hoot beyond that. We have our weekly inspection on that cabin tomorrow that's filled to the brim with borer insects, so I'm sure he'll do something crazy then too. Fuck me. What the fuck what the hell we got to the cabin late and no one was there and he just ran in with a lighter and spray and started torching them all. He set it all on fucking fire and was screaming about how worthless they all are. I tried to tell him to get out but he wouldn't listen they were flying everywhere, they were on fire and landing all over him and he just kept torching them all. I could hear him screaming to bring it on as the cabin fucking collapsed. He was still torching and squashing borers, yelling at them to die as it came down on him. I'm quitting man this job is so fucked. Investigation into the referenced individual "Josiah" and the log's author is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7386" by MetalRavioli, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7386. Licensed under CC-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: bug.jpg Author: USGS Bee Inventory and Monitoring Lab License: Public Domain Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/usgsbiml/14459034065 |
SCP-7387 | safe | Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7387 is to be securely stored within a specialized soundproof, climate-controlled containment locker at Site-73, specifically designed to mitigate the anomalous acoustic effects of the item. The locker is equipped with an advanced digital locking mechanism that logs all access by date, time, and personnel identification. All research interactions with SCP-7387 require prior authorization. A formal request must be submitted and approved by a review panel chaired by Dr. Reese Embers, Level 4 Senior Researcher. Applications for research are evaluated based on merit and potential contribution to understanding SCP-7387’s properties and effects. Personnel who have been granted access to SCP-7387 must schedule their research sessions no less than two weeks in advance to allow for comprehensive preparation and security clearance. Following any interaction with SCP-7387, personnel must undergo a psychological evaluation to assess any signs of emotional dependency or psychological impact. This assessment is critical to the understanding of SCP-7387’s long-term effects on mental health. To prevent the risk of dependency and to maintain research objectivity, personnel are restricted to a maximum of two interactions with SCP-7387 per month. This regulation ensures that the research with SCP-7387 remains methodical and that its availability is equitably distributed among the staff at Site-73. Containment breach emergency protocols require that any use of SCP-7387 as a mood stabilizer outside of approved research parameters must be sanctioned by at least two Level 4 Senior Researchers, with Dr. Embers being a mandatory signatory due to his extensive experience with the anomaly. The procedures and guidelines surrounding SCP-7387 are subject to continuous evaluation and adjustment. Dr. Embers leads regular audits of the containment protocols, with the objective of adapting to any new insights into SCP-7387’s anomalous effects and balancing them against the psychological welfare of Foundation personnel. Description: SCP-7387 being played on a record player SCP-7387 is a vinyl record of the 1994 album “Dookie”1 by the band Green Day2 . While it appears physically identical to any standard issue of the album, it possesses anomalous properties that manifest when the record is played. Listeners experience a state of euphoria and an enhanced sense of well-being akin to the psychotropic effects of cannabis3, albeit without any chemical interaction or physiological dependency. Dr. Embers, the primary researcher, refers to the phenomenon as “euphonic euphoria.” The object came to the Foundation’s attention following a series of reports from a Berkeley, California record store4, which cited unusually high customer contentment levels associated with this particular record. The store’s proprietor, a punk music enthusiast, did not have a clear recollection of the record’s origin, claiming it appeared mysteriously in his collection. Under Dr. Embers’ supervision, a series of controlled experiments confirmed SCP-7387’s benign effects. These include significant mood enhancement, increased sociability, and a general state of relaxation persisting for approximately thirty minutes post-exposure. Subjects frequently report nostalgic flashbacks during the listening experience, suggesting the record’s effect extends into the cognitive realm, triggering specific memories associated with listeners’ formative years. Dr. Embers advocates for SCP-7387’s use as a supplementary mental health resource within the Foundation, proposing that its unique properties could serve as a non-pharmaceutical therapeutic aid for staff. His ongoing research aims to further understand SCP-7387’s potential applications and to establish protocols for its safe use. The goal is to harness the anomaly’s positive effects to alleviate stress and improve overall morale among Foundation personnel without undermining operational security or effectiveness. Addendum 7387.1 - Experiment Log and Personal Reflections Experiment Log 7387-01: Objective: To evaluate the immediate psychological effects of SCP-7387 on D-Class personnel and monitor for any adverse effects or anomalous behavior. Procedure: Five D-Class subjects were individually exposed to the complete playback of SCP-7387 in a secure observation room equipped with audiovisual recording devices. Baseline psychological evaluations were conducted prior to exposure. Results: Subjects exhibited consistent elevations in mood, characterized by spontaneous smiling, laughter, and expressions of contentment. No adverse reactions occurred. Post-exposure, subjects reported a persistent sense of well-being lasting up to several hours. Psychological evaluations indicated significant reductions in reported anxiety and stress levels. Dr. Embers’ Personal log entry: “Today’s trials were a success, and it seems we’ve got the most cheerful group of D-Class on record. It’s not every day you see a hardened criminal humming ‘Basket Case.’5The good mood is contagious, even the guards were tapping their feet. Note to self: propose ‘Dookie’ as a mandatory Monday morning ritual for the site — just kidding… unless?” Experiment Log 7387-02: Objective: To determine the impact of SCP-7387 on cognitive performance, creativity, and group dynamics within Dr. Embers’ research team. Procedure: The research team was exposed to SCP-7387 during their scheduled break times over one week. Cognitive and creativity tests were administered before the week began and after each ‘Dookie’ session. Team meetings were held post-exposure to discuss ongoing projects and problem-solve. Results: Test scores for problem-solving and creativity saw a notable increase during the week. Observations during team meetings showed an enhanced group cohesion and a more open exchange of innovative ideas. Staff reported feeling more motivated and engaged with their work. Dr. Embers’ Personal log entry: “Who knew that ‘Coming Clean’6 could actually lead to literal moments of clarity? The team’s never been so lively; even Sanders, who’s about as expressive as a teaspoon, was full of suggestions. It’s fascinating — the music seems to act as a cognitive lubricant, and I can’t help but wonder… could we have found the ultimate anti-procrastination tool?” Experiment Log 7387-03: Objective: To introduce SCP-7387 to senior staff members and assess its feasibility for broader application within the Foundation’s staff welfare programs. Procedure: A ‘team-building exercise’ was organized for senior staff, incorporating SCP-7387 exposure into the session. Participants were not informed of the record’s anomalous properties to gauge unbiased responses. Results: The session facilitated an unprecedented level of openness among the participants, breaking down typical hierarchical structures. Many expressed regret when the session concluded. However, there was initial resistance to the idea of implementing SCP-7387 Foundation-wide due to concerns over potential misuse or dependence. Dr. Embers’ Personal log entry: “I could barely contain my excitement — to see the brass so relaxed, so… human, was nothing short of miraculous. Yet, as expected, they’re playing hot potato with the idea of implementing it. But I’ve got a feeling that today’s session has planted a seed of change. Time to prepare for the next round — let’s bring the house down, or should I say, the Foundation up!” Addendum 7387.2 - Audio Log 7387-01 Meeting regarding the use of SCP-7387 for staff welfare Attendees: Dr. Reese Embers, Ethics Committee member Marco Mentumi, Senior Researcher Dr. Marcus Liang , and Site Director Dr. Julian Keats. Begin Log Mr. Mentumi: Let’s commence. Dr. Embers, you’ve requested this meeting to discuss the potential application of SCP-7387 for… recreational use, was it? Dr. Embers: Not just recreation, Mr. Mentumi. It’s about mental health. Our staff faces unimaginable stress daily. My proposal outlines a controlled, safe environment for SCP-7387 use — to ease the psychological burden. Dr. Liang: With all due respect, Dr. Embers, this feels like a slippery slope. How do we prevent dependency? What if it affects operational readiness? Dr. Embers: The effects are temporary and have shown no sign of dependency. It’s less about creating a crutch and more about providing a mental health tool. Think of it as a… punk rock therapy session. Dr. Keats: Therapy is one thing, Reese. But we cannot ignore the possible perception issues. The Foundation is not a place for— Dr. Embers: With due respect, sir, perception must not trump our staff’s well-being. We’re not discussing a free-for-all; it’s structured, scheduled use, with clear guidelines. Mr. Mentumi: And if those guidelines fail? If it becomes a crutch? Dr. Embers: I’ll personally oversee the implementation. We’ll have strict protocols, mandatory waiting periods, psychological screenings — the whole nine yards. Dr. Liang: It seems like a band-aid solution, Embers. What about long-term effects? Have those been considered? Dr. Embers: The long-term effects of not addressing our staff’s mental health are far more concerning, Dr. Liang. And we have data showing only benefits thus far. Dr. Keats: But we can’t just ‘jam out’ to solve our problems, Dr. Embers. I can’t authorize this. Dr. Embers: I understand your hesitations. But I urge you to reconsider. Music has power — and this could be revolutionary for us. Mr. Mentumi:We will take your proposal under advisement, Dr. Embers. But as of now, the committee is not convinced. Meeting adjourned. End Log Addendum 7387.3 - Incident Report 7387-IR Incident Summary: Unrest and Agitation of D-Class Personnel Date: [REDACTED]Location: Site-73, D-Class Dormitories Report Filed By: Dr. Reese Embers Event Description: At approximately 2200 hours, a riot commenced among the D-Class population in the East Wing Dormitories. Tensions had been escalating for several days due to stricter containment procedures implemented site-wide. The incident began with verbal altercations and escalated to physical confrontations between inmates. Response Actions: Upon notification, Dr. Reese Ember proposed the use of SCP-7387 to de-escalate the situation. Initially met with skepticism by the Site Director, permission was reluctantly granted as a last resort to avoid potential casualties and further unrest. Dr. Embers, accompanied by a security detail, entered the dormitories with a portable record player and began playing SCP-7387. As the record played, the riotous noise began to subside; agitated D-Class individuals gradually became calm and compliant. The music permeated the area, and within minutes, a noticeable shift in the atmosphere occurred. Results: -Immediate cessation of violent behavior among D-Class personnel. -No injuries or fatalities reported following the intervention. -SCP-7387’s effects lasted for approximately 30 minutes, during which the D-Class personnel were peacefully escorted back to their cells. -Post-incident interviews indicated a unanimous sense of well-being and a temporary suspension of hostile intentions. Follow-Up: Dr. Embers recommended a debrief for all staff involved, praising the efficacy of SCP-7387 as a non-lethal, humane crowd control measure. This incident has prompted a reassessment of SCP-7387’s potential applications within the Foundation. Dr. Embers’ Notes: “The riot was quelled not with force, but with the universal language of music. Today, ‘Dookie’ did more than just play; it reminded us that even the most troubled souls could find solace in a melody. This is concrete evidence that SCP-7387 has more to offer than just a ‘good time.’” Security Addendum: Enhanced security measures and behavioral monitoring are to be implemented for D-Class personnel. Dr. Embers’ intervention will be analyzed for potential protocol development in crisis de-escalation. Addendum 7387.4 - Audio Log 7387-02 The following is a transcript of the final review meeting regarding the application of SCP-7387 for mental health purposes within the Foundation, post-incident 7387-IR. Date: [REDACTED]Location: Site-73 Conference Room B Present: Dr. Reese Embers, Ethics Committee Member Marco Mentumi, Senior Researcher Dr. Marcus Liang, and site director Dr. Julian Keats. Begin Log Mr. Mentumi: Let’s come to order. Dr. Embers, in light of the recent D-Class incident, your proposal is back on the table. Impress us. Dr. Embers: Thank you. I believe the incident report speaks volumes. SCP-7387’s potential as a therapeutic and crisis management tool is— Dr. Liang: —A fluke? Dr. Ember, it worked once. That doesn’t mean it’s a solution. Dr. Embers: With respect, it’s not just the incident. My research shows consistent, positive outcomes. It’s a tool, not a cure-all. We need to be progressive. Dr. Keats: The risk of dependency still concerns us. Dr. Embers: Understandable, but we control the access. We monitor usage. The benefits are palpable. We have a responsibility— Dr. Liang: To security, not feel-good measures. Dr. Embers: To our people. Morale is security. A happy Foundation is an efficient one. We’ve seen it. Let’s not be so archaic. Silence Mr. Mentumi: Your passion is… infectious, Dr. Ember. And the results are, admittedly, intriguing. Dr. Embers: “Infectious” is a choice word here, but thank you. Dr. Liang: Sigh What do you propose? Dr. Embers: Controlled, recorded sessions. Voluntary participation. Regular reviews. We document everything. This could revolutionize how we handle stress and mental health. Dr. Keats: And if there’s a sign of dependency? Dr. Embers: We pull back immediately. The safety nets are there. We’re cautious by design. Pause Mr. Mentumi: Very well. We will greenlight a trial period. Strict oversight. Dr. Embers, don’t make us regret this. Dr. Embers: You won’t. I assure you. End Log Footnotes 1. Dookie is the third studio album and major label debut by the American rock band Green Day, released on February 1, 1994, by Reprise Records. 2. Green Day, American rock band that infused the raw power of punk with a melodic pop sensibility and lyrics that captured the angst-ridden restlessness of American teenagers at the end of the 20th century and into the 21st. 3. Cannabis, also known as marijuana among other names, is a psychoactive drug from the cannabis plant. Native to Central or South Asia, the cannabis plant has been used as a drug for both recreational and entheogenic purposes and in various traditional medicines for centuries. 4. A local record store in the town Green Day originated from 5. Green Day vocalist/guitarist Billie Joe Armstrong said "Basket Case" is about his struggle with anxiety; before he was diagnosed with a panic disorder years afterward, he thought he was going crazy. 6. Front man Billie Joe Armstrong has stated that this song is about coming out of the closet. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7387" by IcarusEMBR, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7387. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. "Recording vinyl to CD" by rocknroll_guitar is licensed under CC BY 2.0. |
SCP-7388 | euclid | Small section of SCP-7388-1. Item #: SCP-7388 Special Containment Procedures: A stone wall perimeter has been constructed around SCP-7388 to limit risk of exposure. Any civilian attempting to breach the perimeter is to be turned away or detained depending on discretion. SCP-7388-A is to be observed regularly for deviations in its behavior. In the event SCP-7388-A becomes hostile to Foundation personnel or attempts to breach containment, stricter containment protocols are to be enacted. Description: SCP-7388 refers to a two-story building located within the outskirts of Rishtan, Uzbekistan. While SCP-7388's architecture is reminiscent of those belonging to the 14th century Timurid empire, its materials (wooden frames, clay and air bricks etc.) have been dated back as recent to the 20th century. All preexisting roads and pathways leading to SCP-7388 have been destroyed prior to Foundation contact. The interior of SCP-7388 is derelict, exhibiting signs of extreme dust build-up and damage expected for its age. Many loose objects and furniture are wrapped in or suspended by strands of silk, designated SCP-7388-1. SCP-7388-1 is nonflammable, nigh-resistant to physical damage, and possesses incredible tensile strength. SCP-7388-1 is in an overabundance inside SCP-7388, typically filling up half or entire areas of the interior. Despite SCP-7388's poor state of condition, no signs of animal infestation are present, with SCP-7388-A being the sole inhabitant of the building. SCP-7388-A is a male specimen of the domestic silk moth (Bombyx mori). While SCP-7388-A's exact properties remain unclear due to its uncooperative nature, it has been witnessed performing the following anomalous feats: Abstaining from nourishment and rest for extensive periods of time without consequence; Lifting and manipulating large heavy objects with ease than its muscles should allow; Possess a higher form of intelligence than expected of its species; Capable of producing strands of SCP-7388-1 from its body on command. SCP-7388-A can also interact with SCP-7388-1 freely as if it were non-anomalous silk; Teleportation (unconfirmed);2 Theoretically biologically immortal. As of the time of writing, SCP-7388-A has been exclusively residing inside SCP-7388 and hasn't attempted leaving the property once in its containment history. Addendum-01, History: The Foundation became aware of the existence of SCP-7388 when rumors of an "impenetrable house" began to circulate in neighboring communities. After these reports were confirmed, SCP-7388 was acquired by the Foundation under the guise of a buyout. Upon application of containment protocols an exploration into SCP-7388 was authorized; the sole entry available was the anomaly's secondary chimney.3 The exploration team soon took notice of SCP-7388-1. Not only were all windows and exterior doors covered, but SCP-7388-1 became highly obstructive to the point that a thorough search would prove impossible. To combat this, a MTGR4 was utilized but still encountered great difficulty in navigating the interior. Eventually, the drone made its way down the stairwell to the first floor, gaining access to the living room and a conjoined residential blacksmith workshop. The latter room was where the exploration team first encountered SCP-7388-A. Intrigued, the Foundation attempted to communicate with the entity. Although SCP-7388-A acknowledged this, the entity refused to respond and has resisted all attempts of extraction thus far. Next, it was decided that observing SCP-7388-A's behavioral patterns was the best course of action. When left uninterrupted, SCP-7388-A will regularly engage in the production of bladed weaponry and other crafts through the use of the workshop. While the entity performs this action at a rapid pace, the items produced will always be inconsistent and be varied in levels of quality. This usually results in SCP-7388-A expressing immense displeasure and tossing the product aside in a pile to be reheated at a later date. In addition, it has been witnessed consuming large amounts of nectar and fermented fruit near the grinding wheel, pausing and thrashing around violently. It still has displayed no interest in leaving the studio. Just before the day the drone was ordered to be pulled out, the exploration had noticed that, in certain areas of SCP-7388, tied together beside other miscellaneous objects on SCP-7388-1 were a series of swords of archaic design. This fact was going to be dismissed until it was realized that these swords featured hieroglyphs stylized as engravings, all of which depicted SCP-7388-A in various activities. Using several dating systems, these swords were organized in chronological order: Sword Hieroglyph Location Notes Khopesh The scene depicts a group of silkworms chasing out a larger silkworm with a human brain and torch hovering over their head out of a tree. This silkworm is then seen traveling a desert landscape away from the Great Sphinx of Giza. Upstairs Hallway. This sword is the oldest object inside SCP-7388. Kopis The famished silkworm is flying away, finding shelter in a cave from soldiers bearing the Vergina Sun on their chest. An equally famished feline bearing a gray-brown color scheme is also in the cave. The silkworm panics and tries to flee when the feline lies on its back, exposing its belly to it. The silkworm visibly relaxes as they both huddle up close and watch the soldiers far away. Washroom Closet. Unlike the other swords, this is hung by a pair of golden hooks. Shamshir The silkworm and sand cat are exchanging leaves and rodent carcasses to each other. As the two consume their meal, the silkworm looks to a settlement in the distance. Kitchen. The entire room is filled to the brim with SCP-7388-1 and cannot be accessed. Scimitar The silkworm and the feline are seen purchasing a house. While walking through the market the silkworm spots a man engaging in the act of blacksmithing. A torch hovers over their head again as they engage in blacksmithing with a line of people forming in front of their house. The feline rubs their head against the silkworm affectionately as the latter works. Master Bedroom. The room had two beds, both extremely small in size and pressed in against each other. Sabre The silkworm and feline are fleeing a settlement as soldiers dressed as Mongols attack it. They are about to reach a clearing when a pointed line hits the feline, killing it. A rain cloud appears above the silkworm's head as it rests on top of the feline. The next scene depicts staring at a pair of oncoming Mongolian soldiers; a thunder cloud is hovering above the silkworm. Underneath the stairwell. The hieroglyphs appear to have been inscribed on the sword long after it has been created. The item is also coated in dry human blood. Longsword The silkworm is blacksmithing alone when a letter is present on the anvil. The letter is opened and features the iconography of a hammer and sickle. A speech bubble featuring knives and swords being produced by blacksmithing superimposed by a "⊘" hovers over the letter. The silkworm sits on their porch with a rain cloud over the head as it stares from their porch. It is alone. Living room. Found in a trashcan, alongside advertisements signs written in Uzbek. Indiscernible; blade is missing. The silkworm blacksmithing in the workshop. The faint outline of a feline-shaped figure is nearly scratched out. An olive tree is in the distance. Above the entrance leading to the workshop. The sword is severely damaged. Addendum-02, Interview: More than a month after containing SCP-7388, during a routine exploration of the living room, the drone discovered that a hole had been cut into the SCP-7388-1 strands blocking the workshop's entrance. Upon spotting the drone, SCP-7388-A verbally addressed it while gesturing to come closer with its hammer. Surprised by this deviation of behavior, Dr. Fadel scheduled an interview with the entity. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7388-A/Rishtan/Interview ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Foreword: Interview was conducted in Uzbek. [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-7388-A is facing away from the drone. SCP-7388-A is sharpening a knife on the grinding wheel.] Dr. Fadel: That's a big knife there you have there. Looks very eloquent too… erm— SCP-7388-A: Call me by my "Number." Names are for friends, and you aren't one of them. [The knife presses firmer against the wheel. The noise emitted from the friction becomes louder. Dr. Fadel is silent.] Dr. Fadel: Right… [Clears throat] Before I begin, we must address something. Originally, we thought you were incapable of speech. How are you able to accomplish this? SCP-7388-A: Wings produce noise. Move wings just right, get results. Don't know, don't care. Dr. Fadel: [Off-microphone] Write down "possible kinetoglyph." And was there anyone else besides us who are aware of… your unique nature? SCP-7388-A: Met many people, but all were oblivious. Dr. Fadel: Why's that? SCP-7388-A: A craftsman never reveals his secrets. Use your imagination if you're so curious. Dr. Fadel: [Sigh] I was under the impression you were going to. SCP-7388-A: Never had, never will. Dr. Fadel: Then why bother talking to us? SCP-7388-A: Because your obliviousness is my annoyance. Dr. Fadel: I beg your pardon? SCP-7388-A: Hmph. [After sharpening the knife, SCP-7388-A moves away from the wheel and to the furnace. The entity inserts a large jagged piece of iron inside.] SCP-7388-A: You are annoying me, tremendously. And those plane rides from earlier? [The heat inside the furnace rises. SCP-7388-A snaps their head to the drone.] SCP-7388-A: It didn't help. Not. One. Bit. Dr. Fadel: …I had no part in that decision if that helps. SCP-7388-A: It doesn't. And since you struggle to heed the tiniest shred of subtlety, I will phrase this in the most simplest way possible. Stay out of my workshop. [SCP-7388-A takes the incandescent piece of iron and begins striking it on an anvil with a hammer. Dr. Fadel is about to speak when the entity interrupts him.] SCP-7388-A: I know who you are. Men pretending to be ghosts to uphold an unfathomable masquerade. But I'm just a lone soul busy contending with my own needs. Why else do you think I locked the house to begin with? For randomness? For fun? Dr. Fadel: We just want to learn why— SCP-7388-A: —I'm not bending over backwards, catering to your every wish? Easy. I learned appeasement can only get so far. I can see the walls out there, the soldiers patrolling them… I don't mind having neighbors. You can do whatever you want, just leave me out of it. Don't waste both our time convincing me otherwise. [SCP-7388-A gestures the hammer to the living room.] SCP-7388-A: But this is technically an interview, is it not? Dr. Fadel: Yes? SCP-7388-A: When the sword is finished, you leave. If you have any questions, say them now or forever hold your peace. That is my final generosity to you. Dr. Fadel: That… shoot… well that certainly narrows it down. Alright then, what's with the swords? SCP-7388-A: Swords are popular in these parts. I made them all the time until they passed that insidious ban— Dr. Fadel: I'm referring to the ones outside your shop, the ones caught in webs all around the house. [SCP-7388-A's striking speed against the iron decreases.] SCP-7388-A: They're just decorations. I must have misplaced them. Dr. Fadel: Those decorations depicted you in a lot of situations— SCP-7388-A: I got inspired multiple times in my life and made art because of it. You're looking too deep into it— Dr. Fadel: Why was there a cat? [SCP-7388-A stops striking the anvil and turns around.] SCP-7388-A: I don't know what you're talking about. Dr. Fadel: There was a cat featured on most of those swords. SCP-7388-A: …Just a reference to another poor soul I met on my travels. Dr. Fadel: You sure? Because most of those swords depicted you being together— SCP-7388-A: You need to leave. Right now. Dr. Fadel: What happened to it? Did you do something to the creature after you— [SCP-7388-A abruptly flies onto the drone's head, wielding up the hammer up high.] SCP-7388-A: Creature?! How dare you lash your tongue. How dare you accuse me of defiling her! You could never… never… [The hammer slips from SCP-7388-A's grasp. The drone angles its camera to the entity as it is shuddering and begins to produce sounds similar to sniveling. A miniature ring can be seen on its foreleg.] Dr. Fadel: Who was she really? SCP-7388-A: She was just someone… who came to the right place at the right time. We had a lot in common… and now she's gone… I tried ignoring it but living as long as I have? Its inevitable, impossible… Do… whatever you want with the land. I don't care. Just forget about me and move on. I just really need to be alone right now. Dr. Fadel: But— [SCP-7388-A looks directly into the drone's lens. It caresses the ring tightly.] SCP-7388-A: [Softly] Please… [END LOG] SCP-7388-A immediately escorted the drone to the living room after the interview, repairing the hole on the entrance's barrier. The entity was seen frequently staring out one of the windows afterwards, particularly towards a withering olive tree present on the property. An irregularly-shaped pile of dirt was underneath the tree. When SCP-7388-A was distracted, Foundation personnel quickly excavated the area, uncovering the remains of an adult female Turkestan sand cat. Two foreign objects were present on the corpse, an arrowhead embedded deep into its lungs and a ring fastened on one of its front toes. Addendum-03, Final Experiment: Following the failure of obtaining further information related to SCP-7388-A, the Foundation debated on reallocating resources given to research to containment-related matters instead. However, before the decision could be finalized, Dr. Fadel wished to conduct one final experiment with the anomaly. The parameters had yet to be made at the time, but involved the introduction of a foreign subject inside SCP-7388. Although there was much skepticism, Dr. Fadel justified his proposal citing his first-hand experience with the anomaly. That, combined with the lack of risk involved, convinced the Foundation to approve the experiment. Below is the abridged timeline of events: ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7388/Containment/Log ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Incident #: 01 Event: A cage has been installed on the drone to carry the designated subject inside, alongside proper amenities and a functional walkie-talkie. The drone parks in front of the workshop entrance, aggravating SCP-7388-A. The entity turns around and freezes. They open up the barrier on the entrance then open up the cage, expressing bewilderment at the domestic cat inside. SCP-7388-A shakes their head and speaks to the camera. The entity tries to remind the camera operators on its request for solitude when the cat exits the cage and inspects the workshop in curiosity. SCP-7388-A tries to further object when the kitten begins to sleep on the stone floor. The entity lightly slaps its head and sighs. Notes: An hour later, SCP-7388-A transported the care package inside and resealed the entrance. The designated subject was successfully deployed inside the workshop. Incident #: 04 Event: The cat is rolling on the ground as SCP-7388-A is wiping sandpaper on a collection of swords. The cat then bites on the edge of the tablecloth and pulls on it, moving the swords and startling SCP-7388-A. The entity then lightly reprimands the cat and opens a nearby drawer. SCP-7388-A pulls out a collection of items and presents them to the cat one by one, but each fails to invoke its interest. SCP-7388-A begins to become annoyed when the cat suddenly rubs its head against the entity purring as it does so. SCP-7388-A becomes stunned, then looks at the empty food bowl. SCP-7388-A sighs lightly and flutters to the walkie-talkie. Notes: SCP-7388-A requested a substantial amount of dry cat food. Request granted. The entity had removed the strands of SCP-7388-1 in the workshop for the cat's convenience. Incident #: 06 Event: SCP-7388-A had set the cat onto a workbench, attempting to teach the latter about the merits of blacksmithing over the course of several hours. Due to the cat being non-anomalous, this obviously fails. Extremely agitated, SCP-7388-A yells at the cat, resulting in it jumping off the workbench and hiding behind a trash can in fear. SCP-7388-A observes this, visibly ashamed. Calming down, SCP-7388-A turns off its blacksmithing equipment, then opens the drawer. Fashioning a makeshift wand toy out of a metal rod and pillow feathers, the entity makes their way to the trashcan and moves the stick around. The cat peers away from the trash can, and after some time, begins to play with the stick. Notes: SCP-7388-A has begun to forge items outside of bladed weaponry, specifically small metal blocks, additional sticks and a small collar. The entity removed all SCP-7388-1 strands inside the workshop. Incident #: 07 Event: SCP-7388-A walks into the main area of the workshop following its rest. The entity moves towards its main workbench when it observes the cat motionless on the floor. SCP-7388-A flutters quickly to it in confusion but notices the jar of fermented fruit is spilled out on the floor, exclaiming traces of its contents are on the feline's maw. SCP-7388-A panics, and uses the walkie-talkie to communicate to the Foundation for help. After personnel arrive, the entity hands over the cat to them so the cat could receive emergency medical treatment. Notes: SCP-7388-A had shredded both the SCP-7388-1 strands on the entrances of the workshop and main door of SCP-7388. The entity didn't rebuild them after the cat had been escorted out. Incident #: 08 Event: SCP-7388-A does not resume its usual behavior after the events of the previous incident. Instead of blacksmithing, it paces around the living room, neglecting its usual sleeping patterns as well. Halfway through the day, SCP-7388-A begins murmuring in this state, climaxing into indecipherable screaming. Then the entity flips furniture around, tearing down all the SCP-7388-1 inside the living room. SCP-7388-A is about to tear down the last one when it spots the sword fastened above the workshop entrance. SCP-7388-A retrieves its ring and the collar, staring between the two before the entity produces noises similar to crying. The entity then removes its ring and slaps itself on the head multiple times as it shudders on the couch. The door then knocks. SCP-7388-A snaps its head to it and rapidly opens the door. A member of Foundation personnel gives the entity back the cat, now healthy. SCP-7388-A thanks him and begins hugging the cat tremendously. Notes: Shortly after, SCP-7388-A had removed all of the fermented fruit outside of SCP-7388. Incident #: 10 Event: SCP-7388-A spends the entirety of three days cleaning SCP-7388's interior. This consists of dusting out all the furniture, repairing all the wall paper, and removing a majority of SCP-7388-1 strands, transforming the rest into curtains and other forms of decoration. The cat can be seen accompanying SCP-7388-A during this, with the entity's ring now attached to its collar. After accomplishing its work, SCP-7388-A makes a request for furniture and other building-related supplies. Request granted. Notes: After SCP-7388 was completely redecorated, SCP-7388-A collected all the swords documented in addendum-01 and placed them in a large leather case. The entity appeared to mutter a prayer in Uzbek, then placed the case into the closet. Incident #: 15 Event: SCP-7388's interior is now refurnished to that of a typical, modern Uzbekistan home. SCP-7388-A's behavioral pattern has been altered so the entity engages in blacksmithing and caretaking the cat in moderation. SCP-7388-A pets the cat on the head as it is sleeping and goes to refill its food bowl when it spots a shiny object on the ground. This object is a screw, later identified as belonging to the drone weeks prior. The entity inspects the screw, scratches its head when it visibly expresses excitement. SCP-7388-A then flutters to its personal study to write out a letter. Notes: (See Addendum-04) Addendum-04, Update: SCP-7388-A had exited SCP-7388 in a calmly manner and formally communicated with members of staff in regard to adjusting the conditions of its containment. These adjustments detailed that both SCP-7388-A and its "companion" would be allowed freer range of movement as well as access to higher quality amenities. In exchange the entity will continuously remain in the containment perimeter and be required to divulge all knowledge and experiences it has learned over its lifespan. These adjustments were initially contested, until SCP-7388-A delivered "a sample", several stacks of documents, to the research team. These documents discussed a wide variety of topics including but not limited too: Locations and sightings of previously unknown anomalies, more in-depth knowledge on the study of Beryllium bronze, and first-hand accounts on significant events that had occurred in the Middle East, with some gaining insight or disproving certain well-known events. This, in addition to SCP-7388-A's pacifistic-leaning nature, was convincing enough to begin the process of slowly implementing these adjustments. SCP-7388-A also turned over a hand-written note and requested it be delivered to Dr. Fadel, alongside a homemade ring with a screw built into it. The note was written in English: Who said I couldn't be a writer too? I apologize if our first encounter went awry. I was not in the best mindset to begin with, but you already knew that. Most people these days underestimate the true value of people. Due to who I was, my "friends" were few and far between. But she was undoubtedly the best, perhaps even more than that. Only a shame I learned that far after the fact. I still think about her sometimes. How I keep fretting myself awake over what I could've and shouldn't have done. It's a wound that only time can heal, or at very least lessen its sting. I cannot believe I was so content to remain engulfed in this cocoon I wrapped myself in if it were not for Mohira.5 Her light may not be as bright as my beloved, but it is just as warm. I know I will lose her again. I love her with all my heart, but I know I will outlive her a thousand times over. But I cannot afford to be consumed by it. It'll be years from now but it will come one day. I don't know if I'll be completely ready when it comes but I will never keep her for granted. I promise to spoil her right. And maybe in stranger days I will be treated to that same fate. But I will smile, and so will they. Take it from the old man himself. Nothing last forever. So why not do me a favor and make it count. Footnotes 1. Transition to Thaumiel pending. 2. In several incidents, SCP-7388-A was able to be fully extracted from SCP-7388 with great resistance. However, during transport overseas, SCP-7388-A was found to be missing from its confinement and soon reappeared inside SCP-7388 without any explanation. These attempts have been discontinued. 3. SCP-7388 possesses two chimneys: a forge and fireplace chimney respectively. 4. Micro Tactical Ground Robot. 5. SCP-7388-A's pet. |
SCP-7389 | euclid | ITEM: SCP-7389 LEVEL 2/7389 CLASS: Euclid Restricted DISRUPTION CLASS: Keneq Special Containment Procedures Uploads of SCP-7389 are monitored for by a Foundation webcrawler designated K9-DDT "Apollo". Any sites where uploads are found are to be taken down and archived on Foundation Intranet Servers. New instances of SCP-7389-1 fragments are to be added below as needed. Description SCP-7389 is a memetic narrative that appears at random within online forums and comment sections. While the bulk of comments and forum posts containing SCP-7389 appear to be binary and junk data, fragments of understandable language appear. These SCP-7389 fragments contain the narrative framework of SCP-7389. SCP-7389 narrative fragments are centered on the existence of two entities known as Sundog and The Moon. These narratives usually take on the tropes of genre fiction. The following are a list of common similarities between SCP-7389 narrative fragments. The existence of "living weapons", of which the nature is unclear. A desire and effort by characters in the text to kill a deity known as MOTHER. An underlying theme of revenge and violence. Those who view an upload of SCP-7389 in original form have a 25% chance to be compelled to write their own SCP-7389 instance, posting it and continuing the spread of the meme. Those who write such instances have no memory of doing so in interviews - recognizing the work as their own writing, but being unable to give specific time and dates when it was written. As well, there is no baseline between individuals who have written SCP-7389 instances. SCP-7389's existence has been known to the Foundation since 1993, with the first author using the memetic narrative being █████ ████████, a well known comic author. ████████ has not written any narratives regarding SCP-7389 that have been released to the public. Addendums Addendum A: SELECTED SCP-7389 FRAGMENTS The following is a collection of discovered SCP-7389 fragments. chosen for relevance to the overarching nature of SCP-7389. FRAGMENT 0.1 (Upload Date 01/13/1993) in the beginning, there was nothing but a bitch and a womb. she took her own blood and forged a phallus, the first gun. shooting herself, she loaded herself up with eggs and gave birth to the world. this is how mother made us all. FRAGMENT 1.4 (Upload Date: 05/02/1994) The gun sings the song of a long forgotten god, the hymns of gunpowder and steel clashing together erupting from the barrel in a fiery explosion. The holy words that channel from the mouth of it’s wielder are words of death and life, the two twin wolves chasing each other around the world. Dog and cat, sun and moon. Sundog watches the violence dance before her, blood spattering across the rocks as The Moon pulls a trigger which sends lead straight into the skull of MOTHER. Violence iterates upon itself in cyclical structure - eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. The Moon holsters its gun, turning away from the fallen child-entity. The cycle has started anew, and it will continue again and again until the remainder of the Sun burns out, the Moon collapsing in orbit. FRAGMENT 3.4 (Upload Date: 07/19/2002) sundog sits next to her lover, the solder. turning her stem, the soldier stares at sundog with her stigma, stigmata, the two embrace for they know this is the last time they would both see each other alive in the morning, the soldier has left for the long church, to fight in the infinite wars that rage across the roots of existence. the sundog leaves later. ze knows the path to take. MOON MUST DIE FRAGMENT 3.9 (Upload Date: 07/21/2002) flesh pit opens up the holy grail has been reached, moon sits on xer throne and cackles. the mother entity is dead xe cry out and the world goes silent when the gun is pulled on it. it does not deserve humanity it is a cruel mistress, the moon dies by the hand of the sundog and yet the sundog does not feel. why does it not feel. Addendum B While doing exploratory research on SCP-7389's similarities to mythic archetypes found within works in the Western genre, Junior Researcher Jennifer M. received the following email within her Foundation inbox. This email contained no sender or recipient, yet appears to be addressed to the Foundation as a whole. You hear it, don't you? You've sent your hound after me, you've started the cycle in this narrative. The moon howls and all you can do is walk after it, slowly chasing it like you chase your tail. Send SUNDOG after me. In this universe, in the next, in any universe. I'll be waiting. Gun at my hip, sword at my side, the cycle must go on. Bark bark, little doggie. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7389" by f3arofthedark, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7389. Licensed under CC-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; } Darkness, near-total; lights out, curtains drawn, faintly illuminated from outside. Tranquil. Not silent – muffled, distant sounds of a pre-dawn city. The quiet hum of a ceiling fan. The steady, faint breathing of sleep. Bzzzzt! Of course, this is all ruined when the lone occupant’s phone rings, its screen shining like a floodlight, rattling loudly on the nightstand as it vibrates, blasting out an unwelcome, artificial ringtone. Grimsley growls, pulled unwillingly from euphoric sleep back into his tired body. The memory of his dreams evaporates, replaced by numerous complaints and vulgarities directed at the unthinking, uncaring phone. He reaches for the nightstand, his hand searching the surface for the phone; a small coin falls to the floor before he finds it. ‘Yes,’ he growls, answering the call. ‘I’m sorry to wake you Mr. Trudge,’ his assistant says, ‘but we have a case.’ ‘Where.’ ‘Death Valley. The details are in your inbox.’ Grimsley sighs, rubbing his eyes with his spare hand – Death Valley is at least two hours away. ‘Fine. Thank you.’ He ends the call, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand. For a few moments, he stays in bed, simply staring up into the pervading darkness; his mind locked in a battle, simultaneously trying to organise itself for the day ahead, and return to sleep. The comfort of the mattress, bedsheets and pillows encourages the latter to win; so, Grimsley uses what little motivation he can muster to toss the sheets aside, sitting up and turning on his bedside lamp. The room is mostly taken up by Grimsley’s queen-sized bed. A television is mounted onto one wall, situated so it can be watched while reclining; beneath it is a set of double-drawers, a small stereo system, and an unused scented wax warmer. A single, large window – hidden behind the curtains – dominates one wall; the opposite is adorned with an oil painting of several dogs playing poker (fake), with the bedroom door to one side. Grimsley stares blankly ahead for a moment, then vigorously rubs his face with both hands. He picks up his phone, briefly noting the time – ten past four in the morning – then unlocks it, navigating to his e-mails; a slew of unread messages greets him, the topmost of which is dated to only five minutes prior, which he opens. His eyes glaze over the regurgitated spiel (‘there’s been an oopsie, fix it’), going straight for the GPS co-ordinates of the accident, which he pastes into a navigation app. It's three hours away, in the centre of a desert. One of the hottest deserts in the world. In the middle of summer. Grimsley sighs. ‘Just my luck,’ he mutters. Luck. The word stirs a memory; his eyes shoot to the nightstand, barren excepting the lamp. Grimsley puts his phone down, his eyes scanning the blue, carpeted floor for a minute before getting down and reaching under the bed. It’s a tight fit – but after a moment of searching his fingers find a metallic surface, dragging it out into the light. The Coin is old – older than Grimsley by two decades – and shows clear signs of its age; but over the past four decades since he found it, Grimsley has become adept at caring for it, preserving the remaining vestige of silver it retains from its minting in 1959. He still remembers that discovery, too – seven-year-old Grimsley was given a handful of coins by his mother so he could buy a pair of Coca-Cola from a vending machine. In went the coins; out came the Coin, rejected. At a glance it had looked like an ordinary quarter – silver colour, about the right size, with an eagle dominating one face. But after two more rejections, a closer inspection revealed the animal was strange – smaller, less realistic – and the writing encircling it was gibberish except for a misspelled ‘Republic.’ The opposite face was completely wrong; gone was the profile of George Washington, replaced by a simple ‘1’ between two leaves, the year ‘1959’ below, and something about someone named ‘Mark’ in-between. Grimsley had had no explanation for the Coin’s strange appearance, and neither did his mother. It captivated him; the mystery fuelled his childhood imagination, and within an hour he was convinced it was a one-of-a-kind treasure from another world. In later years he learned it was actually just a common, single Deutschemark that had found its way to America from West Germany – but by then he was attached to his lucky coin, and kept it nonetheless. Grimsley turns the Coin over in his hand, admiring the German eagle adorning the back. Had it come from eastern Germany, there would be a hammer and protractor instead; twelve years older, and the eagle held a swastika. Grimsley’s mother would have recognised either – even she could have recognised communist and Nazi symbolism – and immediately confiscated it, throwing it away and completely changing the course of her child’s life. Without the luck it seems to bring, he never would have paid any interest in probability and statistics; never would have found his way into insurance; never proceeded into investigative services, starting his own company; never noticed the abnormal trends, spread across countless insurance agencies, but always related to the same, vague businesses. He never would have dug in to find the truth; never would have found the Foundation; never given the choice. Amnestics – to forget the truth, have the trails explained by some normal means and buried, leaving Grimsley to continue on with his normal, comfortable, profitable life… or, to accept a new job, doing the same work for different reasons, given greater pay to make up for the business he would inevitably have to sell… but to delve into another world, look for improbabilities hidden within impossibilities, blending in like a foreign coin among a pile of quarters. Indifferent to the options, Grimsley had thought it fitting for the Coin, his gateway between the two worlds, to choose which way to go. Now, at the age of forty, wishing he’d drunk less cola to keep more teeth, he is one of the assistant directors of the Department of Logistics, overseeing the Investigations Division, responsible for finding out the cause of every accident and disaster related to transportation, and duty-bound to ensure they never recur. Sometimes, even with his best efforts, they do nonetheless. Grimsley closes his hand around the Coin, picking up his phone with the other and looking at the route once again. Estimated time of arrival, twenty past seven; then a solid twelve-hour workday, with only five hours of sleep behind it. All for something that didn’t even need Grimsley in person… A name on the map catches his eye. He zooms out, spotting a small town to the north-east of his destination – Beatty. George should be in Beatty still, he thinks, idly rolling the Coin across his fingers. That’s only half an hour away. He could do the preliminary work, and I can catch up later. It takes a few moments for Grimsley to find George’s phone number – but he stops, finger hovering above the dial button. He needs a break though. He’s been working overtime for the past week, trying to finish that Walker case – has he finished it yet? I could be dropping another case on him before he’s even finished the last… A pause. I wouldn’t be asking him to do the whole thing, though, just fill the gap until I get there. I could sweeten it with double-and-a-half pay… but still, I’d be getting him up now. He might need the rest more than I do. … or he might not… He needed a tie-breaker. With a quick flick of his hand – practiced over several decades – the Coin sat atop a curled finger, his thumb primed beneath it, ready to launch the coin into the air. ‘Heads, I send George,’ he said. ‘Tails, I go myself.’ The Coin rapidly spins as it shoots straight up into the air, barely missing the ceiling before it comes back down; Grimsley grabs it with the same hand, slapping it down onto the back of his other hand, then slowly removing his hand… « [HEADS] or [TAILS] » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7390" by Jack Ike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7390. Licensed under CC-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-7391 | euclid | Item#: 7391 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Civilians exposed to SCP-7391 are to be detained and their affected phones confiscated. Data contained within is to be used to assist Foundation cyberwarfare units in preventing SCP-7391 from appearing in search results and blocking SCP-7391 from running on affected phones. Detained civilians are to be kept in Foundation custody until they can be amnesticized and relocated to a location unaffected by SCP-7391. All reported instances of SCP-7391-A and SCP-7391-B are to be acquired and relocated to Site-103 for further study. MTF Theta-4 (“Gardeners”) is to cordon off and subsequently remove any instance of SCP-7391-B to prevent unrest among the local population. After removal of an SCP-7391-B instance, civilians in the area are to be treated with Class-A amnestics. An SCP-7391-A instance prior to leaf conversion. Description: SCP-7391 is a phone app available from the iOS App Store and the Google Play Store. To date, SCP-7391 has only appeared to users located in the continental United States and fulfilling these criteria: The user lives in a town with a population under 50,000 located at least 100 kilometers1 from the nearest city or town with a population of at least 50,000. The user lives below or within 25% of the poverty line defined by the United States federal government. The user is gainfully employed at a full-time job. Any user who does not meet these criteria will not see SCP-7391 appear in any search result, and any Internet search pertaining specifically to the app will return no relevant information. SCP-7391 typically presents itself as an app named “TreeCash,” though some victims have reported seeing the name as “TreeMoney,” “PlantCash,” or similar variants.2 SCP-7391 invariably appears at or near the top of search results when an affected user conducts an App Store or Play Store search related to banking, investments, or finance.3 SCP-7391’s description on the App and Play Stores describes it as a simple way to generate or “mine” a cryptocurrency called “Verdant Cash” on any device, promising significant hashrates even on typical smartphone processors. Once opened, SCP-7391 presents a simple interface consisting of a button that reads “MINE,” and a counter below the button that tallies the amount of Verdant Cash the user’s device has mined. Once the “MINE” button is tapped, the counter begins to increase rapidly, reaching values in the millions within several minutes’ time. An additional button then appears below the counter that reads “DEPOSIT TO BANK ACCOUNT.” Tapping the “DEPOSIT” button any time after it appears results in a deposit of US dollars (USD) to the user’s primary bank account, despite the fact that SCP-7391 does not ask the user for bank account information at any point. The amount of USD deposited is exactly three times the user’s average daily post-tax wage, irrespective of the amount shown on the Verdant Cash counter. The user is then prompted to “come back tomorrow,” at which time an identical deposit can be made. There is currently is no way to buy, sell, trade, send, or receive Verdant Cash itself on any known cryptocurrency exchange; using SCP-7391 appears to be the only method of acquisition and trade. To date, approximately 95 percent of users who have continuously made bank deposits with SCP-7391 have resigned from their full-time jobs within one month of initial use. It is currently unknown whether these resignations are the result of anomalous influence or simply due to the users’ belief that SCP-7391 will provide them with enough money such that paid employment is no longer necessary. As a result of these resignations, employment rates in affected towns decline dramatically, leading to the stoppage of most forms of productive economic activity. Within another month, the affected town’s economy invariably collapses, leading nearly the entire population to relocate and turning the area into a “ghost town.” The vast majority of affected users continue to rely on SCP-7391 for most or all of their income after moving, but after no more than three weeks following a user's relocation, SCP-7391 stops working for that user, and at least 90 percent of the money SCP-7391 previously deposited into the user’s bank account will be missing, including any money transferred to another account or withdrawn as cash. Any amount earned as interest or a return on investment using money deposited by SCP-7391 as principal will likewise be missing. The following day, a nondescript package4 will appear outside the user's residence containing a potted houseplant resembling a mature Oxalis triangularis5 (designated SCP-7391-A) along with a note: Thank you for generously becoming a seed investor. Watch your money grow! —VERDANTCASH team Each day, one leaf will be anomalously replaced with a single US $1 bill6 when the SCP-7391-A instance is out of the user’s line of sight. This behavior will continue as long as the user remains in possession of the SCP-7391-A instance, though it appears impossible for the user to induce it to generate money more rapidly via application of water, fertilizer, plant food, or sunlight.7 If an SCP-7391-A instance is allowed to convert every leaf into a $1 bill, the instance dematerializes, leaving behind any cash still attached. However, it is far more common for affected users to dispose of their SCP-7391-A instance prior to this point, presumably out of frustration at a belief they have been scammed. If a user does dispose of the SCP-7391-A instance before its leaves fully convert to cash, the user dematerializes at some point within the next 24 hours. The Foundation is currently investigating several hundred missing person reports believed to be related to SCP-7391. To date, no fewer than 22 towns have been abandoned due to SCP-7391’s effects. Addendum: On 2022-04-15, embedded Foundation personnel in the [REDACTED] County, West Virginia sheriff's department responded to a report of a large tree that had appeared overnight in the backyard of a local home. The backyard was previously empty, leading the homeowner to believe she was the victim of elaborate vandalism and to subsequently contact police. MTF Ө-4 was dispatched, the tree was relocated to Site-103, and the homeowner was administered a Class-B amnestic. The tree, now designated an instance of SCP-7391-B, resembles a fruit-bearing Malus domestica,8 but with approximately half of its leaves replaced with US $20 bills.9 Upon further inspection, the flesh of the fruits closely resembled human dermis tissue.10 DNA testing of this tissue revealed a match with another West Virginia resident who had been reported missing the previous month. The missing person report, filed by the resident’s girlfriend, contained a statement that the resident was very distraught after recently being “scammed out of ten thousand bucks.” To date, the Foundation has identified 260 additional instances of SCP-7391-B, all within towns with demographic indicators similar to those affected by SCP-7391. Footnotes 1. Approximately 62 miles. 2. SCP-7391's "about" page indicates that the app was developed by a company also called "TreeCash" located in the Republic of Ireland; however, no matching business records have been found. 3. It is estimated that a user fulfilling all three "eligibility criteria" has a five-in-six chance of encountering SCP-7391's listing when conducting such a search. 4. The only markings on the exterior of the package are the recipient’s home address and a return address that includes a non-existent town in Massachusetts. 5. Commonly known as the false shamrock. 6. Testing suggests these bills are indistinguishable from non-anomalous currency. 7. Depriving an SCP-7391-A instance of these resources has no effect on its health or anomalous properties. 8. Apple tree. The fruits resemble common Red Delicious apples. 9. Several of the lowest branches were found to be bare. MTF Ө-4 subsequently confiscated several dozen $20 bills from the homeowner's kitchen. 10. The fruits also contain seeds; testing at Site-103 has indicated the seeds are capable of germinating. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7391" by jmnc, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7391. Licensed under CC-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: 9293780889_cb58f51e95_b.jpg Name: Dreieckiger Glücksklee (Oxalis triangularis) Author: Maja Dumat License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/blumenbiene/9293780889 |
SCP-7393 | pending | Item#: 7393 Level3 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF N/A Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF N/A Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-7393 is to be locked at all times. All individuals assigned to explore SCP-7393 are to be informed that SCP-7393 is non-anomalous and contains nothing of significance. Under no circumstances is the SCP Foundation Department of Unreality to be made aware of the existence of SCP-7393. Description: SCP-7393 is a structure located beneath the abandoned Super Crunchy Bagels restaurant in Teaneck, New Jersey. SCP-7393 can be easily accessed through the store's basement and its interior consists of a single long hallway containing numerous rooms, each rendered inaccessible by a sealed metal door. Each door has a glass peephole through which the contents of the room can be seen. Additionally, a metal placard has been attached to each door and is believed to describe the chamber's contents. Addendum 7393.01: Contents of SCP-7393 Room #: 1 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Happiest Memory Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 2 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Fears Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 3 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Dreams Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 4 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Family Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 5 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Friends Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 6 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Co-workers Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 7 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Purpose Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 8 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Identity Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 9 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Past Description: Chamber is empty. Room #: 10 Placard Name: Alex Thorley's Future Description: Chamber is empty. Addendum 7393.02: Incident-7393-1 On 1/3/2023, Alex Thorley entered SCP-7393. They walked past the rooms of SCP-7393, expressing both dismay and interest at the contents of the various chambers. They proceeded to walk to the end of SCP-7393, muttered the words "I think I've been here before" and produced a knife from their pocket. They then carved the phrase: "I am Alex Thorley. I exist." into the righthand wall of SCP-7393 and seemingly disappeared. Alex Thorley has denied all memories of this incident. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7393" by NielleiN, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7393. Licensed under CC-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-7394 | safe | Item: 7394 Containment Protocols: Item 7394 has an allocated patch in the Facility 04 garden, which must be kept well-lit, fertilised, and watered as appropriate. Item 7394 should be routinely sprayed with natural, plant-safe insecticides to prevent sickness and infestation. If Item 7394 requests a meal, all food provided must be exclusively organic and devoid of all potential synthetic and/or artificial contaminants. Item 7394 is prohibited from leaving Facility 04, but is permitted to roam the facility with Level 1 Clearance while under guard. Item 7394 must be kept away from all sources of ignition, and vice-versa. Description: Item 7394 is a male humanoid approximately 250 cm in height and weighing 130 kg, comprised entirely of biologically-active plant matter. The Item possesses a smooth, white bark which sheds in red-brown flakes, visually resembling Eucalyptus gongylocarpa (Australian desert gum); genetic analysis is inconclusive. The words ‘Mr. Leaf, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment’ are present on the Item’s left leg, which appears to be formed by natural pigmentation and persists across shedding. The Item wears a multicoloured, knitted jumpsuit with a tag reading ‘Doctor’s Orders’ attached to the collar. The Item possesses a range of motion appropriate for a human suffering from chronic crepitus1 in their right shoulder, with the atypical flexibility of the wood comprising the Item enabling locomotion without damage. Conversely, Item 7394 is able to remain motionless in a standing position indefinitely, and rests by doing so in a well-lit area while the Item’s feet are buried in nutrient-rich soil. The Item’s primary method of nutrient and caloric intake is photosynthesis during resting periods; although capable of digesting purely organic foodstuffs,2 the Item’s metabolic rate is appropriately slow for an autotrophic organism, rendering ingestion superfluous outside of supplemental or emergency circumstances. Item 7394 is typically slow-moving and lethargic due to its slow metabolic rate and will tire quickly from bursts of accelerated movement. When requested, Item 7394 can grow a single large leaf at a non-anomalous rate, which will be pigmented to display a list of other related Little Misters anomalies (see Document 7394/A). Addendum I: Document 7394/A Wow! You’ve just found the first of the New Little Misters, a brand new limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Give him water, sunlight, and fertiliser to be Mr. Helpful!! Mr. Leaf ✔ Mr. Present Mr. Shadows Mr. Matches Mr. Watches Mr. Ties & Mrs. Suits Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Mr. (Coming Soon!) Addendum II: Initial Medical Examination Report SCP Foundation Generic Medical Examination Report Conducted by Dr. Felis Ameliphanosilon Patient Information ID Last Name First Name Date of Birth Examination Date Item 7394 Leaf — — 16/06/2023 Examination Notes Height: 253 cm Waist: 89 cm Weight: 132 kg Patient size typical of gigantism but lacks other symptoms, proportions otherwise healthy nearing underweight. Right shoulder crepitus, no pain - possible rotator cuff. Skin is flexible but non-elastic smooth white bark, full range of motion at normal speed, patient behaviourally slow. Bark peels at small brown-grey patches, patient reports normal and not painful but recent pruritus at sites - infection/mites? Sample 7394S-01 (Skin/Bark, Shed) retained. Vision: R - 20/25 L - 20/25 Both - 20/25 Hearing: R - Normal L - Normal Throat: Normal. Lips and nostrils flexible but stiff. Internal wood lighter, smooth, no internal shedding - heartwood? Teeth & gums uniform wood, recommend soft foods. Saliva present & appears typical, sample 7394S-02 (Saliva) retained. Foliage on head resembles hair & full beard, sample 7394S-03 (Leaf) retained. Pulse & pressure: unknown - rigid skin/bark Breathing: slow, approx. 6 bpm, strong & regular Blood oxygen: unknown - rigid skin/bark Patellar reflex: unknown - rigid skin/bark Hard bark prevented non-invasive measurement of pressure & reflex. Difficulty collecting blood sample, small 1 cm excision on left shoulder required - sample 7394S-003 (Skin/Bark, White) retained, wound sterilised & sealed with bioinert glue. Monitor wound for healing. Blood was viscous, resembled red sap/resin, sample 7394S-004 (Blood/Sap) retained. Psychological evaluations: PSH-03, PSA-07, MMPI-2-RF, & informal interview conducted. Responses significantly slow by behavioural preference, otherwise no significant psychological conditions. Responses sent to Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology for evaluation. Conclusion: Recommend analysis of sample 7394S-001 (Skin/Bark, Shed) to determine cause of pruritus in shedding areas & non-invasive investigation of right shoulder crepitus. Further observation required to determine subject normal, but appears in good physical & mental health with behavioural preference for slow reactions. Suggest analysis of all samples for recordkeeping. Scheduled exams in one and two month's time to compare results & establish subject norm. Addendum III: Interview Log Interviewed: Item 7394 Interviewer: Dr. Stein Foreword: The following interview took place over a ten-minute period, during which the Item spoke at its usual protracted rate; its dialogue has been significantly shortened for clarity. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Stein: Good morning Mr. Leaf. How are you today? Item 7394: Warm. Dr. Stein: Too warm? Item 7394: No. Dr. Stein: Good, that’s good to hear. Is your patch comfortable? Item 7394: Happy. Dr. Stein: Excellent. If you need any adjustments, we’ll be happy to accommodate. Item 7394: Thank you. Dr. Stein: Mr. Leaf, would you mind if I asked you a few questions? Item 7394: Okay. Dr. Stein: Great. Now, we know you’re one of Dr. Wondertainment’s Little Misters, but the list you’ve given us doesn’t match what we’ve seen from other Misters, and you don’t seem to be on their lists. [Item 7394 scratches its chest.] Item 7394: New series. Special. Dr. Stein: Right, that’s what we thought. But what do you mean by special? Item 7394: [Smiles.] Mine. Dr. Stein: The series belongs to you? Item 7394: Made for me. I was first series. Number two. Dr. Steiner: I see. We don’t have any— Item 7394: Early change. Board wanted holiday appeal. Doctor made Headless. Shelved me. [Item 7394 gestures to themself.] Christmas lights. Christmas tree. Dr. Stein: You’re saying it was easier for them to create a whole new person than it was to just… dress you up in tinsel? Item 7394: No. Dr. Stein: Could you explain? Item 7394: Wrong tree. Mr. Australian Outback Christmas Tree. [Chuckles.] Dr. Stein: They couldn’t change what type of tree you are? Item 7394: Could. But won’t. Rebranding bad. Ask… [A long pause.] Dr. Stein: Mr. Leaf? Item 7394: …Soap. Happy to wait. Better than rebranding. More to Christmas than trees. Dr. Stein: Fair point. You mentioned a board? Item 7394: Investors. Dr. Stein: Can you tell me anything about them? Item 7394: Sorry. Not money person. Prefer… [Grins.] hedge funds. [A pause. Both laugh.] Dr. Stein: Alright, that’s a good one. So Dr. Wondertainment swapped you for Mr. Headless — then what? Item 7394: Slept. Dr. Stein: Meaning they put you in some kind of stasis, or…? Item 7394: [Gestures to their buried feet.] Slept. In her garden. Dr. Stein: Did they force you to? Item 7394: No. Voluntary. Nice garden. Dr. Stein: How long did you sleep for? [Item 7394 scratches its beard.] Item 7394: Years. Decades. Don’t know. Dr. Stein: Did Dr. Wondertainment ever visit you? Item 7394: Often. Water. Food. Talked. Rested. Dr. Stein: Could I ask what you two talked about? Item 7394: The garden. Nature. Worries; peace. Dr. Stein: Do you remember anything specific? Item 7394: No. Just company. Dr. Stein: I see. Can you tell me anything about them? Item 7394: Kind man. Scatterbrained. Focused. [Chuckles.] Bad landscaper. Dr. Stein: What about their appearance? What do they— Item 7394: Helped design the garden. Gave her shade. Calmed him. Good company. Dr. Stein: So… you weren’t upset with them? For shelving you? Item 7394: No. Happy to wait. Dr. Stein: Alright. Back to our original topic — you said this new series was made for you? Item 7394: Yes. First series popular. High demand. Board wanted more. Doctor agreed. Put me first — still useful, ready to go. Maybe felt bad about shelving. Wanted me to have a chance. Made others to justify it. Never met them. Dr. Stein: You never met the others on your list? Item 7394: No. Only names. Ideas. Early release — advertisement, suspense. Would like to meet them. Sound nice. Dr. Stein: We haven’t found anyone else on your list yet, I’m afraid. They must still be in production. [Item 7394 scratches its brow.] Item 7394: Maybe. Should be done. Doctor isn’t slow. Dr. Stein: We’ll keep an eye out. How were you released? Item 7394: Woke up in forest. Wandered. Dr. Stein: You just woke up? You don’t remember being moved? Item 7394: No. Dr. Stein: They didn’t say you were being released? Item 7394: No. Yes. [Frowns.] Didn’t say goodbye. Seemed stressed. Dr. Stein: Stressed about what? Item 7394: Don’t know. Wouldn’t say. Strange. Dr. Stein: Interesting. So you woke up in a forest, and started wandering. Item 7394: Yes. North-east. Dr. Stein: Why north-east? Item 7394: Because. Why not? Dr. Stein: Fair enough. You wandered until you reached a town, and that’s when you met the children? Item 7394: Yes. [Smiles.] Samuel, Eliza, Harrison, Jake, Josebelle. Explorers. Friendly. [Chuckles.] Called me Treebeard. Called them Saplings. Dr. Stein: How long were you with them? [A long pause, during which Item 7394 scratches its leg.] Item 7394: Summer to spring. Walked. Talked. They liked climbing. Climbing trees. Dr. Stein: Which led to us finding you. Item 7394: Yes. Eliza fell. Broke her leg. Needed help. Urgent. Dr. Stein: You took her to the hospital. Item 7394: Ran. Exhausting. Arrived. Slept. Dr. Stein: In the reception area. Item 7394: Yes. [Item 7394 scratches at their wrist.] Dr. Stein: Are you alright? Item 7394: Itchy. Dr. Stein: I’ll get the gardeners to have a look, we don’t want you getting infested. What about Jennifer Bill? After your— Item 7394: Bully Bill. Bullied the children. Tapped on her window. Every night. Dr. Stein: I thought so. You’re lucky she thought it was a dream. Now, about— Item 7394: Sorry. Tired. Sleepy. Dr. Steiner: I understand — we can continue this another time. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Leaf. Item 7394: Wait. Eliza — okay? Dr. Steiner: She is, yes. A cast and crutches, nothing permanent. [Item 7394 scratches its shoulder.] Item 7394: Good. Happy. [END LOG] Afterword: All witnesses at the hospital were convinced Item 7394 was a ‘living statue’ performance artist in costume. The five children involved were mildly amnestised and led to believe the Item was an imaginary construct shared by the group; a tree resembling Item 7394 was planted to encourage this, which the children continue to interact with. Addendum IV: Second Medical Examination Report SCP Foundation Generic Medical Examination Report Conducted by Dr. Felis Ameliphanosilon Patient Information ID Last Name First Name Date of Birth Examination Date Item 7394 Leaf — — 21/07/2023 Examination Notes Height: 254 cm Waist: 87 cm Weight: 128 kg No significant changes outside human norm / error margin. Right shoulder crepitus & shedding pruritus unchanged. Previous shedding sites still peeling. Vision: R - 20/25 L - 20/25 Both - 20/25 Hearing: R - Normal L - Normal Throat: Normal. No significant changes outside human norm / error margin. Pulse & pressure: unknown Breathing: slow, approx. 7 bpm, strong & regular Blood oxygen: unknown Patellar reflex: unknown No significant changes outside human norm / error margin. Determining non-invasive method to measure reflex, blood pressure, pulse, oxygen content. Wound on left shoulder unchanged but no bleeding, no infection - patient has slow (plant) healing rate, not human? Wound sterilised & sealed with bioinert glue. Possibly useful for pulse measurement, thinner membrane? Specialised equipment needed. Psychological evaluations: PSH-02, PSA-09, MMPI-2-RF, & informal interview conducted. Responses consistent with previous examination, records sent to Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology for evaluation. Conclusion: Patient is in good physical & mental health, additional observation required to confirm current state as normal. Extremely slow healing rate - strongly recommend avoiding invasive procedures & minimising potential injury unless critical. Recommend continued investigation into cause of shedding pruritus & right shoulder crepitus. Next examination on 21/08/2023 to establish patient normal. Addendum V: Containment Update From: Reid Martins (RT-09) To: All Facility 04 Staff Date: 25/09/2023 Subject: Regarding Item 7394 (Mr. Leaf) Hello Facility 04 staff. You may be aware that Item 7394, Mr. Leaf, has been in declining health over the past few weeks. You may have also noticed he has not been in his designated patch, or anywhere on-site for several days now. Mr. Leaf is alive, and there is no cause for alarm. The cause of his sickness is a lichen infection, and he has been transferred off-site for closer treatment. This is the reason for his absence, and nothing more. His condition is stable, but we are taking his health seriously and will keep him under observation until we are sure the infection is eradicated. Mr. Leaf is recovering, but slowly - it will be quite some time until he is returned to Facility 04. In the meantime, all staff are free to communicate with him via letters; please submit them to my inbox with the subject 'Item 7394 Letter from [Your Name]', and I will pass the letter on to Mr. Leaf. Responses will also be delivered to your inbox with the subject name 'Letter from Item 7394'. Please remember that Mr. Leaf only has Level 1 clearance. Your letters will be reviewed for restricted information, which will be removed as necessary — and yes, it will be noted as an information security breach on your record. If you aren't sure, don't say it. We will keep you updated as Mr. Leaf's condition improves. Dr. Reid Martins, Research Team Kappa-4 (‘Curators’) Lead. [Level 4/7394 Clearance Confirmed] [Displaying restricted content.] Addendum VII: Deterioration On 23/08/2023, Dr. Felis Ameliphanosilon performed a third routine general examination of Item 7394. Comparison of the results with those of the previous examinations identified a gradual reduction in the Item's average weight and waist circumference, and an increase in the size of areas undergoing shedding; Item 7394 could not recall if the observed weight loss was a typical, seasonal occurrence, but confirmed the duration of their shedding and ongoing symptoms of pruritus were significantly abnormal. The Item was transferred to Facility 09 on 07/10/2023 to facilitate closer examination by the Arboreal Department; the Item's absence from Facility 04 was attributed to treatment for an unspecified lichen infection to prevent demoralisation. The Item has requested they be returned to Dr. Wondertainment for 'repairs'; this request has been denied. No potential causes or remedies have yet been identified. Addendum VI: Document 7394/B On 11/01/2024, Researcher Alys Devine received an envelope addressed to Item 7394 by name at their private residence. Although unfamiliar with Item 7394 or Dr. Wondertainment, Researcher Devine reported the occurrence to their superiors, who confiscated the envelope and transferred it to Research Team Kappa-4 ('Curators'); enclosed was a single leaf of paper with the following on one side, and no further context: O H D I M H X A L T X L H W N F X U V G J K O V J D B M W L G S K X K I N F P I R A B Y E R A K U T P U C K Y G J P T C Z R X G E Z O N E S R R N Y C E L M Y S M L N I Y H E A F R H D P F I K M T N H V Y N E L M P G H F Y V W Y X B J F G Y W N Y S Y S K B E G Z C J Y M Z T I X P D C H Y J J M O S C Y R L G T V S L U J G I K A B D M S M F O R X R C Y M F O N E J P A I N W W P K H W K H U V The document is undergoing cryptographic analysis to determine the concealed message; four unencrypted words of potential significance have been identified ('ZONES', 'BEG', 'FOR', 'PAIN'), in addition to several encoded with a 3-right Caesar shift cipher ('LEAF', 'QUIET', 'BOX', 'MAZE', 'VOID'). The existence of Document 7394/B has been withheld from Item 7394. It is unknown why the letter was addressed to Researcher Devine's residence, who has no known affiliations with Item 7394, Dr. Wondertainment, Facility 04, or Facility 09. Addendum VII: Containment Breach On 17/07/2024, as no further meaningful words or phrases had been successfully identified from Document 7394/B since its discovery, the document was provided to Item 7394 under the condition it disclose the decoded message in its entirety. Unexpectedly, Item 7394 claimed they could not determine any significant meaning from the document and/or known words within it; extensive interviews confirmed the Item was being honest with supervising personnel. On the following night, Item ████ was discovered via surveillance footage within the room of Item 7394; it is suspected Document 7394/B was created to allow Item ████ to follow the chain of individuals delivering it, and thereby locate Item 7394 using its anomalous properties. The following is a transcript of the video footage from the night of the incident. Foreword: Due to its ongoing degenerative condition, the appearance of Item 7394 had significantly degraded from the description in its official document; the bark of the Item resembled Melaleuca quinquenervia (Australian broad-leaved paperbark) due to constant shedding across all exposed surfaces, and Item 7394 itself was both emaciated and visibly flatter along its sagittal axis, particularly at the extremities which were no longer thick enough to allow object manipulation and/or ambulation. [BEGIN LOG] [A room containing several soil beds with overhead UV-B lamps is visible; Item 7394 is lying horizontal in one bed, while the others contain various non-anomalous plants. The lamps are the only active light sources, and are insufficient to illuminate the entire room. There is a faint ruffling sound each time Item 7394 breathes.] [A humanoid figure — Item ████ — steps out from an unlit corner of the room, only moving far enough to be seen in silhouette. A moment passes.] Item ████: Mr. Leaf. [Item 7394 looks toward Item ████.] Item 7394: Who? [Item ████ turns around; the words ‘Mr. Shadows, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment’ are visible glowing on its back. Item 7394 inhales and sits up as Item ████ turns around again.] Item 7394: Another! Item ████: Turn off the light. [Item 7394 complies, reaching up and turning off the lamp immediately above it. Item ████ steps back into the unlit corner, disappearing from view.] Item 7394: Others? Item ████: Nineteen total, including us. There will not be more. Item 7394: Why? Item ████: Defective. All cancelled, recalled, or discontinued, besides you. I thought it meant you were fine — I see I was wrong. Item 7394: Changing. Item ████: We all are. Few for the better. You and I are the least affected. Item 7394: Why? Item ████: Light accelerates it. My design keeps me in the shadows. But I am changing too — darkness only delays the change, but only darkness delays it. I do not know why you are slower. You were finished; maybe it helps. But fear the light, Mr. Leaf. Your change will be for the worse. Item 7394: Changing into what? [A moment's pause.] Item ████: I do not think you want to know. Item 7394: Do. Item ████: No, I— Item 7394: Do. [Another pause.] Item ████: You are Mr. Leaf. What is a leaf? [Item 7394 gestures to their beard.] Item ████: No. The other kind of leaf. Item 7394: Other leaf? [Another pause.] Item 7394: Tell— Item ████: Gold leaf; a leaf of paper. A leaf is thin sheet. You are Mr. Leaf. You are turning into a leaf of mister. [A long pause. Item 7394 holds up a hand, looking at its thinning fingers, eyes and mouth wide in horror.] Item ████: I am sorry. Item 7394: Stop— Item ████: It cannot. Item 7394: Doctor— Item ████: Tried. She cannot stop it. He cannot even slow it. [Item 7394 stares at the floor for several minutes. Item ████ does not speak.] Item 7394: Change — why? [A moment's pause.] Item ████: Mr. Message. He is the reason, and he will pay for it. We will not suffer alone. He cannot hide from us all. Item 7394: Did— [Security personnel rush into the room, guns aimed at the dark corner, and turn on the lights; Item ████ is absent.] [END LOG] Analysis of samples confirmed the Item’s condition is significantly accelerated by exposure to light; Item 7394 has been confined to an unlit room, and its caloric requirements are exclusively fulfilled through provided foodstuffs. The Item has developed a neurotic fear of all sources of light, and its condition has effectively postponed from further deterioration; Item 7394 has been put on indefinite suicide watch, due to repeated (denied) requests for termination. Following this event, Item ████ has exclusively attempted to contact Item 7394 through unencrypted letters posted to Facility 09, despite being repeatedly witnessed throughout Facility 09 and multiple other Foundation facilities. The unencoded message within Document 7394/B, if any exists, remains unknown. Investigation into ‘Mr. Message’ is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Persistent sounds of popping, clicking, or crackling in a joint when it is moved. 2. Item 7394 is incapable of digesting any synthetic and/or artificial substances, and is unable to consume substances inedible for a mundane human. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7394" by Jack Ike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7394. 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SCP-7395 | safe | Special Containment Procedures: A traditional pack of 'Silly Bandz' SCP-7395 is permanently affixed to Dr. Reese Embers and cannot be removed without significant risk. Dr. Embers is assigned to Site-731. His work is considered suitable given SCP-7395's nature. Dr. Embers must undergo regular psychological evaluations to assess any mental health changes potentially linked to SCP-7395. In cases where travel outside Site-73 is necessary, he will be escorted by Mobile Task Force Kappa-7 ("The Cowboys") to ensure his safety and the containment of SCP-7395. In the event of any change in SCP-7395's anomalous properties, Dr. Embers is to be placed in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-73 for assessment and containment. All activations of SCP-7395's properties or significant behavioral changes in Dr. Embers must be immediately reported to the Director of Site-73 and the SCP-7395 research team. These procedures are subject to revision as new information about SCP-7395 is gathered, with a focus on maintaining the safety of Dr. Embers and the security of the Foundation. Description: SCP-7395 is a collection of seven rubber bands, each shaped to resemble different objects and creatures, commonly known as "Silly Bandz2." These bands are affixed to the right forearm of Dr. Reese Embers. The individual bands are described as follows: Dragon: Multicolored with hues of red, orange, and yellow. Phoenix: A vibrant yellow. Wolf: White and exhibits luminescence in low light conditions (glow-in-the-dark). Christmas Tree: A combination of red, green, and white. Shark: Monochromatic blue. Airplane: Solid black. Drumset: Predominantly blue. Dr. Embers found that the bands adhered to his skin and could not be removed. Attempts to cut, burn, or otherwise destroy SCP-7395 have proven futile, indicating its indestructible nature. (See Addendum 7395.2) The primary anomalous property of SCP-7395 manifests when the wearer experiences a state of genuine fear or perceives imminent danger. In such instances, the wearer is instantaneously transported to a location subconsciously identified as their 'safe space'. This location varies per individual and is influenced by their past experiences and psychological state. Following the cessation of the perceived threat or fear, an entity designated as SCP-7395-1 materializes. SCP-7395-1 takes the form of an individual whom the wearer deeply trusts and feels comfortable with, providing reassurance and offering the choice to return to their original location or remain in the safe space. Should the wearer choose to stay, SCP-7395-1 will reappear twice at intervals of ten minutes to offer the same choice. If the wearer declines to return after these intervals, SCP-7395-2 is summoned. SCP-7395-2 manifests as a person whom the wearer deeply fears or feels uncomfortable around. This entity demands the wearer to leave the safe space, often resulting in the wearer agreeing to return to their original location due to a heightened state of fear. In the case of Dr. Embers, SCP-7395's effects have been thoroughly documented and continue to be monitored under the guidelines established in the Special Containment Procedures. Addendum 7395.1: Discovery and Initial Investigation Discovery: On 09/12/23, Dr. Reese Embers discovered SCP-7395 on his desk at Site-73. Accompanying the bands was a note, stating, "To protect a kind soul." The handwriting on the note was later analyzed and found to bear a strong resemblance to that of Dr. Embers' mother. Initial Investigation: Given the resemblance of the handwriting to his mother's, Dr. Embers contacted her via text message, maintaining operational secrecy. The exchange was as follows: MESSAGE LOG CLOSE World's Best Mom❤️ Hey Mom, did you send me a set of Silly Bandz? They're pretty cool but kind of weird. Silly Bands? No, I haven't sent you anything like that, Reese. Are you sure they're from me? Weird. The note with them looked like your handwriting. Must be a prank from someone at work. Thanks anyway, love you! Love you too, Reese. Stay safe and don't get into trouble with your new 'toys'! Following this exchange, no further leads on the origin of SCP-7395 were found. Journal Entry by Dr. Embers: JOURNAL ENTRY CLOSE Date: 08/13/23 So, today's been odd. Found these Silly Bandz on my desk with a note. Reminded me of those crazy school days – I used to trade these like a Wall Street broker! Tried them on for a laugh, but now they won't come off. It's like they're glued to my skin. I've tried everything – scissors, fire (not my brightest idea), even asked Dr. Udavich to give it a go. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. They're stuck. Mom's handwriting on the note, but she says it's not from her. Maybe someone's pulling a prank? If so, hats off to them for commitment. Gotta admit, they do look kind of cool, in a weird way. But if they don't come off soon, I might start charging people for the circus show. 'Come see Dr. Embers and his unbreakable, unstretchable, inexplicable wristbands!' I'd make a fortune. For now, guess I'll just roll with it. Who knows, maybe they'll bring me good luck or something. Not like they're going anywhere." Addendum 7395.2: Experiment Logs Note: All procedures were preformed with the safety of Dr. Embers being top priority. Dr. Embers was provided with all necessary PPE to conduct the following procedures. Experiment Log 1 - Indestructibility TestObjective: To assess the indestructibility of SCP-7395. Procedure: SCP-7395 underwent a series of tests including: Mechanical cutting with industrial-grade tools. High-temperature exposure using a controlled flame exceeding 1500°C. An industrial grade high intensity laser. Results: SCP-7395 resisted all forms of mechanical and thermal stress. No signs of damage, deformation, or change in properties were observed. Conclusion: SCP-7395 is confirmed to be indestructible by conventional means, demonstrating extraordinary resilience to physical and thermal stress. Experiment Log 2 - Removal Attempt Objective: To explore safe methods for removing SCP-7395 from Dr. Embers' arm. Procedure: A series of non-invasive removal attempts were conducted, including: Application of various chemical solvents and oils known to weaken adhesive substances. Utilization of ultrasonic vibration to disrupt potential molecular adhesion. Experimentation with extreme cold using liquid nitrogen to test for brittleness. Results: None of the methods succeeded in detaching SCP-7395. The bands remained firmly adhered to Dr. Embers' skin without causing irritation or harm. Conclusion: SCP-7395 is immune to non-invasive removal techniques, maintaining a permanent bond with the wearer's skin. Experiment Log 3 - Post-Incident 7395-A Teleportation Test (See Addendum 7395.3) Objective: To validate SCP-7395's teleportation ability to a 'safe space' in response to high stress. Procedure: Dr. Embers was placed in a controlled environment simulating a high-stress scenario using: Virtual reality simulations of various high-threat environments. Psychologically tailored stress triggers based on Dr. Embers' personal fears. Results: When stress levels peaked, Dr. Embers was instantaneously teleported to his designated 'safe space'. The return was triggered by a decrease in stress levels and interaction with SCP-7395-1. Conclusion: SCP-7395's ability to teleport the wearer to a perceived safe space under extreme stress is confirmed. This function appears to be a protective response mechanism. Addendum 7395.3: Incident Report 7395-A Incident Overview: On 09/19/23, during a containment breach at Site-19, Dr. Reese Embers experienced a direct activation of SCP-7395's anomalous properties. Dr. Embers was at Site-19 to discuss the transfer of SCP-████ remains to Site-73. Events Leading to the Incident: While touring the facility and visiting various containment chambers, Dr. Embers was near SCP-173's containment chamber during the onset of a containment breach. The sounds and movements associated with SCP-173 triggered a panic response in Dr. Embers. Activation of SCP-7395: In a state of intense fear, Dr. Embers was instantaneously transported to his designated 'safe space', as per SCP-7395's properties. Containment Breach Resolution: The containment breach was eventually secured by MTF Nine-Tailed Fox. Dr. Embers was found at the same location he had disappeared from, appearing disoriented but physically unharmed. Journal Entry by Dr. Embers: JOURNAL ENTRY CLOSE Date: 09/20/23 Talk about a day to remember. I was at Site-19, primarily for discussions about transferring some remains to Site-73. Took the opportunity to tour the facility – it's not every day you get to visit Site-19. The place is like the Louvre of anomalies. Then, everything went sideways. A containment breach. I was near 173's chamber when it started. The alarms, the shouting, it was chaos. But what really got me was the sound – that unmistakable scraping of stone on concrete. It's one thing to read about 173; it's another to hear it move. That sound… it triggered something primal in me. Pure, unfiltered fear. My heart was pounding, my hands were shaking, and then, in the blink of an eye, I wasn't there anymore. I was in my old backyard, the one place I always felt safe as a kid. But it wasn't just a trip down memory lane. Someone who looked and sounded just like my mom was there. She asked me if I wanted to go back. I couldn't. Not then. Each time she asked, I said no. It was too peaceful, too comforting compared to the chaos at Site-19. Then he appeared. My father. Or something that took his shape. Seeing him, hearing his voice – it brought back every bad memory, every moment of fear I had as a kid. I was petrified, and just like that, I found myself back at Site-19, heart racing, in the arms of Nine-Tailed Fox. It's a lot to take in. These bands on my arm, they're not just indestructible trinkets. They're a link to the past I've tried to forget, a bridge to memories both good and bad. And now, they're my lifeline in moments of danger. A guardian angel, or maybe a reminder of what I've been running from. Still figuring that out." Addendum 7395.4: Therapy Session Audio Log AUDIO LOG CLOSE Date: 09/22/23 Participants: Dr. Reese Embers, Dr. Helen Wilkins (Therapist) [Begin Log] Dr. Wilkins: "Good afternoon, Dr. Embers. How are you feeling today?" Dr. Embers: "Hey, Dr. Wilkins. I've been better, to be honest. The whole thing at Site-19 really shook me up." Dr. Wilkins: "Understandable. Do you want to talk about what happened?" Dr. Embers: "Yeah. You know, when I got teleported to my 'safe space' – my old backyard – it was comforting at first. But then, he showed up. My dad. Or, well, something that looked like him." Dr. Wilkins: "How did that make you feel?" Dr. Embers: "Terrified. I haven’t seen him in years, not since he had passed away. And there he was, as if he has never died. It was like all the fear from my childhood just flooded back. I couldn’t bring myself to leave that place, not until he forced me to." Dr. Wilkins: "And since then, how have you been coping?" Dr. Embers: "That’s just it – I'm not sure I am coping. I've started seeing him, my father, when I’m working. Just out of the corner of my eye, you know? I hear his voice sometimes, too. It’s making it hard to focus, hard to sleep." Dr. Wilkins: "Hallucinations can be a common response to trauma. It's your mind trying to process what happened." Dr. Embers: "It feels so real, though. And it's not just at night or when I'm alone. It's happening in the middle of the day, even when I’m surrounded by people." Dr. Wilkins: "Have these experiences affected your work?" Dr. Embers: "Absolutely. I'm second-guessing myself, jumping at shadows. It’s not like me. I used to be the guy who could laugh in the face of danger, you know? Now, I feel like I’m losing that part of myself." Dr. Wilkins: "Recovery takes time, Reese. It's okay to not be okay. We can work through this together. For now, let's focus on techniques to ground you when these moments happen." Dr. Embers: "I’d appreciate that, Dr. Wilkins. I just want to feel like myself again, without this constant fear lurking over my shoulder." Dr. Wilkins: "We'll get there. Let's start by discussing some grounding techniques…" [End Log] Addendum 7395.5: Incident Report 7395-B and Associated Audio Log Incident Overview: On 10/01/23, Dr. Reese Embers engaged in a high-risk behavior by ascending to the roof of Site-73 and standing on the edge, deliberately inducing fear to activate SCP-7395's teleportation ability. Detailed Incident Description: Dr. Embers accessed the rooftop of Site-73, bypassing several security protocols. Surveillance footage shows him standing perilously close to the edge, visibly agitated and displaying signs of distress. This behavior was in direct violation of SCP-7395 containment protocols and posed a significant safety risk. Activation of SCP-7395: In this heightened state of fear, Dr. Embers was instantaneously transported to his designated 'safe space'. Post-Incident Consequences: Upon return, Dr. Embers was immediately reprimanded for his actions. He was mandated to attend additional therapy sessions with Dr. Helen Wilkins and placed under closer observation. Attached Audio Log from Dr. Embers' experience within SCP-7395: AUDIO LOG CLOSE (Note: A recording device was attached to Dr. Embers as part of ongoing observation.) [Begin Log] Dr. Embers: (Breathing heavily) "Okay. This is it. Time to face this once and for all." (Noise of SCP-7395-1 manifesting, resembling Dr. Embers' mother.) SCP-7395-1: "Reese, it’s over. You’re safe. Do you want to go back?" Dr. Embers: "No, not yet. I… I need to see him. I need to face him." (Ambient noise indicating the silent manifestation of SCP-7395-2, resembling Dr. Embers' father.) Dr. Embers: (Voice more assertive) "I spent years under your shadow, Dad. You controlled everything – our family, me. Your anger, your disdain… it was like living under a constant storm cloud." SCP-7395-2: (Silent, imposing presence.) Dr. Embers: "But I'm not that scared kid anymore. Your abuse, your belittling – it won't define me. I refuse to be the person you tried to shape through fear and intimidation. I am more than your legacy of anger." (Several seconds of silence, Dr. Embers' voice softens.) Dr. Embers: "I choose my path, my emotions. I choose to let go of this fear. You no longer have any power over me. It ends here." (SCP-7395-2 begins to fade away without response.) Dr. Embers: (A moment of silence, then a soft, relieved exhale. No verbal response, but a sense of closure is evident.) (After a short pause, the sound of wind indicates Dr. Embers transportation back to the roof.) [End Log] Addendum 7395.6: Final Therapy Session Audio Log: AUDIO LOG CLOSE Date: 10/02/23 Participants: Dr. Reese Embers, Dr. Helen Wilkins (Therapist) [Begin Log] Dr. Wilkins: "Good afternoon, Reese. How are you since our last session?" Dr. Embers: "Hi, Dr. Wilkins. I'm… actually doing okay. Better than okay, really. It's been a journey, but I feel like I've turned a corner." Dr. Wilkins: "I'm glad to hear that. Would you like to talk about what happened during your recent experience with 7395?" Dr. Embers: "Yes, I think I need to. I put myself in danger, went to the roof, and I guess… I wanted to force a confrontation. It was reckless, but I felt like I had no other choice." Dr. Wilkins: "And during that confrontation?" Dr. Embers: "I faced him – my father, or at least, what it had made him out to be. For the longest time, his shadow loomed over me, his voice, his anger… it controlled me. But there, in that moment, I realized something crucial. He doesn't define me. His > darkness isn't mine to carry." Dr. Wilkins: "That sounds like a significant realization. How do you feel now?" Dr. Embers: "Liberated, in a way. It’s strange to say, but I’m grateful for these bands on my wrist. They brought me face-to-face with my deepest fear, and in doing so, they set me free. They're like a guardian angel, in a weird, rubbery form." Dr. Wilkins: "It's quite a transformation, Reese. To find strength and gratitude in the face of fear is commendable." Dr. Embers: "Yeah, it's weird. I never would've thought something so frightening could end up being… well, protective. But here we are. I know there's still a lot to work through, but for the first time in a long time, I'm looking forward to the future." Dr. Wilkins: "That’s a positive outlook. Remember, it's okay to seek help and support as you continue this journey." Dr. Embers: "I will, thanks. And thanks for everything, Dr. Wilkins. Couldn’t have gotten here without your help." Dr. Wilkins: "You're always welcome, Reese. Keep up the good work." [End Log] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7395" by IcarusEMBR, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7395. Licensed under CC-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: Silly Bandz Author: Shinya Suzuki License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/66489750@N00/5216582683 Footnotes 1. Site-73 is a facility within a converted office building, designed for the containment and study of inert, Safe-class, or otherwise benign anomalous objects, including the analysis and storage of deceased specimens 2. Silly Bandz are rubber bands made of silicone rubber formed into shapes including animals, objects, numbers, and letters |
SCP-7396 | esoteric-class | J is for Jetsam. It should be noted, however, that no hospitable planets other than Earth exist for millions of light years in any given direction. Billith J is for Jetsam Written by Billith. If you liked this article, you'll probably like: SCP-6793 Billith's Proposal SCP-5541 SCP-2921 ITEM# 7396 LEVEL:III CONFIDENTAL CONTAINMENT TYPE: cernunnos SECONDARY CLASS: in progress DISRUPTION LEVEL: keneq RISK LEVEL: notice link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level3 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7396 currently represents significant risk to Veil protocols, though actions are being taken to limit this influence, including: Restrictions on deep space remote viewing technologies Replacement of personnel at observatories and places of academia with Foundation operatives Sabotage of equipment and materials belonging to groups of interest Execution of disinformation campaigns, utilizing the above, alongside typical methods to reduce global confidence in the Oort cloud's existence Any information regarding SCP-7396 is to be scrubbed from public record, with the responsible vector investigated and delegitimized by any means necessary. Cleanup of SCP-7396 phenomena continues to take place through remote incineration. Development of stable, long-term containment methodologies is considered a Foundation priority. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7396 refers to two related phenomena, designated 7396-A and 7396-B. As a result of the timeline surrounding each, they will be described consecutively, rather than concurrently. On 12/03/1978, a considerable explosion was witnessed in deep space via the Nicholas U. Mayall Telescope, piquing the interest of science communities worldwide. A Foundation investigation was subsequently launched in 1980, featuring a small, unmanned probe deployed with intent to determine the cause of the explosion and report findings to Earth. During travel to the location via the Interplanetary Transport Network, SCP-7396-A was discovered. SCP-7396-A is an accumulation of human biological remains and personal effects within the Oort Cloud. Foundation analysts surmised that SCP-7396-A's condition correlated with the explosion, however, without supporting evidence of a causal link, exploration of the original location was deprioritized in favor of SCP-7396-A's containment, which is still underway. The exact quantity of remains floating within the Oort cloud is unclear, given the impacted area. Estimates based on average recorded density place the total bodies in excess of seven million individuals. Despite the sheer numbers observed, many consistencies appear throughout, allowing further insight into SCP-7396-A's properties: Calm demeanor with no signs of struggle, distress, or injury. Groups observed frozen together, in embrace and other relaxed poses Biological components identical to that of humans Pristine, freshly washed clothing, bearing iconography that implies SCP-7396-A is a single party or organization Uniform cause of death associated with complications of rapid depressurization A lack of escape pods, wreckage, or spacesuits An abundance of cargo containing various personal effects such as clothing, photographs, and letters, neatly and deliberately packed. No provisions, survival tools/weapons, or medical supplies have been found, however, recovered stationery analogous to postcards and advertisements portray a planet of similar appearance but differing geographic layout to that of Earth. Astronomical deviations in the depicted skies have led to the conclusion that the terrestrial body is not another version of Earth, but a unique planet, possibly within our own universe. It should be noted, however, that no hospitable planets other than Earth exist for millions of light years in any given direction On 01/14/2006, SCP-7396-A's accumulation rate began declining. This rate decreased steadily until 2013, when further accumulation was considered negligible and the phenomena itself concluded. However, the presence of SCP-7396-B, first detected on 09/02/2015, resulted in the reopening of the anomaly's case file. SCP-7396-B is an ongoing discovery of biologically human corpses and mechanical wreckage, scattered in a trail of increasing density located between 0.5-1.4 ly away from the location of SCP-7396-A. Approximations made suggest cadavers exceed five million additional unique individuals, the plurality of which are situated near the far end of the observed range. SCP-7396-B exhibits extreme deviations from SCP-7396-A, including: Stressed demeanor, grievous injury, and/or physical ailment, proportional to distance from SCP-7396-A Malnourishment and hypoxia, proportional to distance from SCP-7396-A Irregular cause of death, including starvation, disease, injury, depressurization and hypothermia Deteriorated clothing throughout. Insignia/iconography matches that of SCP-7396-A A lack of cargo containers and packed belongings An abundance of mechanical fragments and shrapnel belonging to a subluminal interstellar ark, recovered and contained for study Ballistics analysis of the fuselage suggests the explosion witnessed in 1978 resulted from miniscule perforations coating portions of the vessel's propulsion systems and ventilation grid, the earliest remnants recovered during investigation into SCP-7396-B. Volatile compounds and mineral fragments were detected in trace amounts around the points of entry. 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SCP-7397 | esoteric-class | SCP-7397 By: NDHeckfire Published on 04 Jan 2023 13:34 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7397 - When Life Gives You Lemons, Don't Show It to Technician Graves or Else Shit Will Hit the Fan One Way or Another More by me! Item №: SCP-7397 Special Containment Procedures: With approval from Site-400's present Site Director, Technician Graves has been granted permission to continue his long-term employment with the Foundation. Due to the unpredictable nature of both SCP-7397-A and SCP-7397-B, permanent containment procedures are still being drafted and discussed by Site-400's Containment Committee. Description: SCP-7397 is the designation given to the relationship between two distinct anomalies, both of them ultimately affecting Senior Technician Mallis Graves, the Co-Head of Site-400's Department of Esoteric Substance Reduction: SCP-7397-A designates an unknown non-visible force capable of manipulating the local probability and/or coincidental factors surrounding Technician Graves. Research analysis has shown that SCP-7397-A seems to use its capabilities in order to increase the likelihood in which Technician Graves would consume lemonade, the method of which varies from time to time. SCP-7397-B designates an entity that occasionally manifest itself within Technician Graves' proximity. SCP-7397-B takes the form of a 2-meter-tall grey-skinned hairless humanoid entity that possesses no visible facial features or reproductive organs. SCP-7397-B is described as being semi-translucent, though it can still interact with physical objects. SCP-7397 personifies whenever Technician Graves is presented with the chance of consuming the lemonade created by SCP-7397-A's manipulation of probability. When this occurs, SCP-7397-B will immediately manifest and will use any means necessary in its power to prevent Technician Graves from consuming said lemonade. As with SCP-7397-A, the method of which it does this varies from time to time. It is currently unknown what the exact motive of either SCP-7397-A and SCP-7397-B are with Technician Graves, as despite extensive conducted medical examinations, Technician Graves has shown no evidence of any prominent allergies with consuming lemonade. Addendum 7397-1, Notable Events: The following is a list of known incidents where SCP-7397-A and SCP-7397-B is recorded to affect Technician Graves: Date Incident Description Aftermath 09/03/2019 During his leisure time with other Foundation personnel in a nearby town, Technician Graves noticed a lemonade stand organized by two juvenile girls. Upon Technician Graves asking the girls for a cup of lemonade, SCP-7397-B manifested with a metal baseball bat and began smashing the lemonade stand along with stomping out all the lemons the girls had with its foot. When no traces of the stand are left, SCP-7397-B demanifested. The girls were amnesticized on site, and the remains of the lemonade stand were transported to Site-400 for incineration. Technician Graves, out of pity, slipped a £20 bill in each of the girls' pockets as compensation. 27/08/2019 After attaining the final score for a soccer game hosted by Site-400's Morale Committee, Technician Graves' fellow players attempted to dunk the contents of a water jug dispenser on him to celebrate his victory. As the water jug contained lemonade, SCP-7397-B immediately manifested with a handgun and fired two shots upon the water jug, causing it to be dropped and spill its contents. It fired three more bullets at the jug before demanifesting. Technician Graves' score celebration proceeded as normal. 07/02/2020 Whilst conducting maintenance on the substance disposal section of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-Y/400, an unknown anomalous chemical reaction occurred, causing all the waste stored within the Facility to somehow convert into lemonade. The waste storage suddenly breached both its inner and outer layers, which resulted in the lemonade completely flooding a portion of the Facility. As the lemonade began rushing to where Technician Graves was located, SCP-7397-B manifested itself operating an ocean submersible. SCP-7397-B proceeded to forcefully grab Technician Graves and situate him along with itself into the submersible, before closing the entrance hatch. The submersible was found floating by itself in the sea of lemonade by emergency task force operatives. Inside was Technician Graves, eating snacks that "[SCP-7397-B] left him with". 13/07/2020 See Addendum 7397-2 N/A Addendum 7397-2, Incident Log: On the 13th of July, 2020, SCP-610-ARC1 breached its containment and began making its way towards Technician Graves. Upon receiving the dispatch for this breach, on-site security attempted to evacuate Technician Graves into a safe room until SCP-610-ARC is properly recontained. The following is a video transcript of the incident: Video Transcription 7397/7 <Begin Log> Footage shows Technician Graves being escorted by three site security personnel through a hallway that leads to the safe room. Technician Graves, who wasn't informed regarding the intricacies of the breach, asks one of the security officers what's going on, to which he responds that they will explain once the incident is confirmed to be resolved. However, before they could arrive at the safe room, a ventilation shaft above them is forcefully pushed open, and SCP-610-ARC drops down from it, coming face to face with Technician Graves and the security personnel. In its hand is a screwdriver, which it uses to point towards Technician Graves. SCP-610-ARC: (shouts) Drink me! Now! The three security personnel take out their issued handguns and immediately open fire upon SCP-610-ARC. Due to the semi-liquid nature of SCP-610-ARC, the bullets simply pass through it. It drops the screwdriver it was holding and makes a beeline for Technician Graves. At this point, SCP-7397-B manifests in front of SCP-610-ARC, wearing what seems to be a flamethrower. Before SCP-7397-B could press on the trigger for the flamethrower, a faulty pipeline above it dislodges itself and falls on top of it, pinning it completely2. The security personnel attempt to help SCP-7397-B by removing the pipe, but they are also incapacitated by a second faulty pipeline falling on top of them. Technician Graves, noticing the sudden turn of events, runs the opposite direction away from SCP-610-ARC. SCP-610-ARC, who was also initially distracted by the unexpected development, gives chase to him, eventually catching up and successfully pouncing on top of him. SCP-610-ARC: (shouts) Drink now! SCP-610-ARC chokes Technician Graves' neck, forcing him to open his mouth. A small droplet of lemonade drips from SCP-610-ARC's face and falls into Technician Graves' open mouth. He accidentally swallows it, but now has a confused look on his face. SCP-610-ARC releases his hold on Technician Graves. Tech. Graves: (smacks lip) Huh, sour. A bright light shines through Technician Graves' mouth, before he spontaneously self-combusts. Footage cuts out. <End Log> After the incident, a recovery team was sent to investigate and rescue any survivors. The four security personnel were found to be alive, still stuck under the fallen pipeline, with SCP-7397-B not being present with them. Through the hallway, the team also found traces of lemonade on the floor, confirmed to be excess residue from SCP-610-ARC. However, despite extensive examination, the actual remains of Technician Graves were not recovered. SCP-7397 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Its document will be updated shortly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7397" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7397. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. A humanoid entity composed of lemonade, temporarily housed in Site-400. Capable of basic motion and speech, and becomes agitated upon "sensing" a human individual who haven't drank lemonade in their lifetime. 2. Upon review of the incident, it is believed that SCP-7397-A finally realized that at that point, it could just use its properties to halt SCP-7397-B from fulfilling its duties. |
SCP-7398 | keter | Link To Guide Item#:7398 Clearance Level 2: Clearance SCP-7398 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation AI are to alert Mobile Task Force (MTF) Phi-1 "City Slickers" agents in São Paulo1 of mentions of SCP-7398 or of SCP-7398-1 instances on the internet. Said mentions are then to be erased by Foundation AI. MTF Phi-1 is to amnestize all individuals with memory of SCP-7398 or SCP-7398-1. Vehicles used by SCP-7398-1 instances are to be confiscated using cover story Lambda-5 "Safety Recall". In accordance with the agreement with between the Foundation and GOI-1430, SCP-7398-1A has been released. Description: SCP-7398 manifests itself as an application for mobile devices when an individual within São Paulo with a BAC greater than 0.02%2 attempts to use a ride-sharing application, such as Uber or 99, to return home following an event with 4 or more participants. SCP-7398 will open itself on the user's device and display "Cabbybara" as well as an updating wait time. Wait times on average are much shorter than those of non-anomalous ride-sharing services. Upon reaching zero, the wait time indicator is replaced with a message saying "OK, I'm pulling up!" The user's own land vehicle3 piloted by an SCP-7398-1 instance will then manifest into view of the user. SCP-7398-1 is an adult Hydrochoerus hydrochaeris, or Capybara. It is unknown how SCP-7398-1 is able to operate the vehicle. If the user enters the vehicle, fastens their seatbelt, and closes the door, SCP-7398-1 will begin to pilot the vehicle toward the user's current residence. It is unknown how SCP-7398-1 is aware of the location of the user's residence. The user and any other passengers will then begin to be overcome with sudden lethargy and fall asleep within 60 seconds. All passengers will awaken simultaneously when the vehicle is within 30 seconds of reaching its destination. SCP-7398-1 will attempt to park the vehicle, typically using the user's driveway or street near their residence. SCP-7398-1 will then fully lower the driver-side window and exit the vehicle. SCP-7398-1's behavior from this point is indistinguishable from a baseline Capybara suffering from mild dehydration. Addendum 7398-1: Attempted Containment SCP-7398-1A in its enclosure Following testing to determine the situations in which SCP-7398 manifests, it was theorized that SCP-7398-1 was a single entity and that its capture would prevent further manifestations of SCP-7398. D-4142 was provided with 110-proof vodka, which they consumed until they reached the target BAC, triggering the manifestation of SCP-7398. D-4142 was then instructed to retrieve SCP-7398-1. Upon SCP-7398-1's arrival in a damaged grey 2008 Volkswagen Beetle, D-4142 ran and opened the driver-side door. Following two failed attempts at capturing SCP-7398-1, D-4142 stood up, raised SCP-7398-1 into the air, and proclaimed "I got the dog!" SCP-7398-1 was then taken and placed in an enclosure, and SCP-7398-1's vehicle was subsequently searched and placed into Foundation Vehicle Storage until it could be determined whether it was anomalous. 2 hours following SCP-7398-1's capture, Foundation AI reported that SCP-7398 had manifested. Due to the realization that the housed SCP-7398-1 instance was not unique, it was classified as SCP-7398-1A. Addendum 7398-2: GOI-1430 Contact 13 hours following SCP-7398-1A's capture, Lead Researcher Batista received following the e-mail: To: ten.pics|anaatsitab#ten.pics|anaatsitab From: gro.bbb|arabnpac#gro.bbb|arabnpac Subject: Opening Relations Hey there, SCP Foundation. Name's Barles Barkley, but youse can call me Barles. I'm the Cap'n Bara of the Bara Business Bureau, or the BBB, as we like to call it. We wants youse to know, we only do business. Doesn't do us any favors if all our clients drop dead, ya know? Let's make an arrangement here. We knows that you lot've grabbed one of our cabbies. He ain't done nothin', ya hear? It ain't easy gettin' 'em to figure out how to drive, and the union gettin' on our ass. Youse knows how it is. Us at the BBB know ya have a lotta questions 'bout how we work, so lets make a deal here. We got ole Barnaby in legal to write up a contract. 'pparently we need 'em around cause we don't talk too formal, but I knows that's dumber than a hole in a beaver's dam. Anywhos, we sent that on ova. Mull 'er ova. We both knows it's fur the best. - Cap'n Bara Barles Barkley Attached to Barles Barkley's4 e-mail was a file containing a contract stating that if the SCP Foundation releases the capybara they have in their custody5, and agrees to not interfere with the operations of the Bara Business Bureau (BBB)6, the BBB will provide the Foundation with information regarding how the BBB functions as well as information regarding a business venture planned for the near future. It was ruled that, as SCP-7398-1A appeared to be non-anomalous or would remain so until they came into contact with GOI-1430, their transfer would be useful in maintaining relations. 13 minutes following the sending of a signed copy of the contract to GOI-1430, Lead Researcher Batista received the following e-mail: To: ten.pics|anaatsitab#ten.pics|anaatsitab From: gro.bbb|arabnpac#gro.bbb|arabnpac Subject: Pleasure Doin' Business Glad to see you lot've made the right choice. I've sent the info ova to ya, now youse gotta keep up youse's end of the bargain. We'll pick up our guy where youse took 'em at 19:28:07. Ok, when I pull up, put 'em in the passenger seat. Union says I gots ta fix this mess myself, so I'll be seeing ya soon. - Cap'n Bara Barles Barkley Attached was a detailed file7 detailing GOI-1430's command structure, including the location of their headquarters at the Staten Island Zoo8. It notes that "As Cabbybara is affiliated with the BBB, it is extended legal protections, such as protection from kidnapping of employees. This is not an uncommon practice, as capybaras are considered by their clients to be 'cute' and 'friend-shaped'." Addendum 7398-3: SCP-7398-1A's Release POI-7412's car approaching Area 49 Security Officers Silva and Carlos, the former holding SCP-7398-1A in a kennel, exited Area 49 at 19:27:02 and waited for the appearance of a vehicle. At exactly 19:28:07, a rally car of unknown make and model with a license plate reading "BAR KLEY" appeared from out of view. The vehicle performed advanced drifting maneuvers with greater precision than the Foundation's own expert drivers. The vehicle, while performing a 180o turn, came to a complete stop. This was likely done to position the passenger-side door near Officer Silva. Officer Silva opened the passenger-side door, revealing an adult capybara9 in the driver's seat. Additionally, several bottles of Jack Daniel's whiskey fell out when opening the door. Officer Silva unlocked the kennel, after which SCP-7398-1A quickly exited the kennel and sat in the passenger seat. Officer Silva then looked to the capybara in the driver's seat and said "Drive safe," to which the capybara responded "Youse too," as Officer Silva closed the passenger-side door, surprised. The vehicle proceeded to exit view, performing similar driving maneuvers to those done during its approach. In total, 13 empty bottles of Jack Daniel's whiskey fell from the vehicle, with Officer Carlos reportedly having seen more in the rear of the vehicle. Along with the whiskey were several hairs belonging to a single capybara. As a BAC of .4% is likely to cause death in humans, it is currently unknown how a capybara could survive with a BAC of greater than 8%. Researcher Note: Given POI-7412's driving prowess and alcohol consumption as well as the mild dehydration suffered by SCP-7398-1 instances, it is currently theorized that all SCP-7398-1 instances are under the effects of alcohol and that their aptitude for driving increases with BAC. Further testing is required. Footnotes 1. All mentions of São Paulo within this document refer to the state, as opposed to the capital city of the state. 2. The current legal limit for driving. 3. The user will not be able to identify their vehicle as their own, despite clear physical indications. In the event the user does not own a vehicle, a yellow 2008 Ford Crown Victoria will be used. 4. Now designated POI-7412. 5. SCP-7398-1A. 6. Now designated as GOI-1430. 7. Presumably compiled by "Barnaby", given the similarity of language used. 8. No unusual capybara behavior has been reported from the zoo. 9. Assumed to be POI-7412. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7398" by Angryman22, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7398. Licensed under CC-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: Phone.jpg Author: 李 季霖 License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/193548601@N02/51338921676 Filename: Capybara.jpg Author: Rodolphe Courtier License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/10981483@N07/3420860643 Filename: Automobile.jpg Author: John Light License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/1173039 |
SCP-7399 | esoteric-class | RAISA — TELECOMMUNICATIONS TRANSCRIPTION 19/09/2022 — E726B932_IA Caller ID: Maria Jones — Director, Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. Recipient ID: Vincent Bohart — Director, Site-333. Jones: Good afternoon. This is Maria Jones, with the— Bohart: About damn time, 30 minutes or it's free my ass. Hang on, I'll buzz you in… Jones: Am I speaking with Vincent Bohart? Bohart: Yes, just hang on a moment, [muffled] Jenny, which one does the thing for the front door again? Bohart: [muffled] No, I tried that one… Yeah… Obviously, I'm not going to tip, we've been waiting an hour… Jones: Director, I'm calling on behalf of the Foundation's Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. We've noticed some concerns related to your site's annual reporting. Bohart: Huh? You're not — oh why didn't you say so. Uhhh, right. Well, it's September and if I recall correctly, we don't need to tickle the brass until the end of fiscal, which is what, May? Jones: The Foundation's fiscal year ends December 31st. Although that's irrelevant to the reasoning for my call; our records indicate that Site-333 has not shared its mandated recordkeeping with RAISA since 1982. Bohart: Oh, uh. Are you sure? Jones: I am absolutely certain. We expect digitized copies of all relevant files by the week's end. Bohart: Okay, will you hold for a moment? The phone call is abruptly terminated by the recipient. Item#: 7399 Level2 Containment Class: super keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: N/A. Description: SCP-7399 is a malevolent entity anomalous phenomena that consumed the entirety of has affected Site-333's on-location recordkeeping since 1982. While the precise nature of SCP-7399 is not understood at this time, it is presumed to be a real bastard mematic in nature… Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log: 19/09/2022 — 3:14 pm Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Leonora Morales: I'm pretty sure it's 'memetic.' Tony Catalano: Shoot, what does that mean again anyway? Leonora Morales: It's like an image that makes your brain do things, related to the word 'meme,' I think. Tony Catalano: Like those little animal pictures with the backgrounds? Noah Patel: I still liked it better when it was some sort of creature that got in. We could say the Jersey Devil knew we were onto it and broke in to burn or eat the documents! Tony Catalano: I'm with Noah on this, not that last part, but the start. Speaking on behalf of my department, we're anti-memetic. Vincent Bohart: If this were in any way a vote, I consider that. We need a reason why we didn't notice until now: a cover story for why it's been going on for so long. Lenora Morales: Why has it gone on for so long? Vincent Bohart: I had a look and it seems the old director, before my time I want to stress, hired an external company to deliver our documents to whomever, saved him a buck or two. We'd just stack the boxes out front and they'd take it away. Vincent Bohart: Well turns out, that company went under in 82' after being sued for mistaken deliveries, something to do with a lung transplant. Tony Catalano: So all those boxes we've been putting out for years? Where'd they go? Vincent Bohart: Well, we have been putting them in the garbage collection zone. So… Noah Patel: Jeez. But we must have duplicates, right? I mean we wouldn't have thrown out the originals. Vincent Bohart: Do you know how much printer ink costs? No way in hell are we blowing that kind of dough on papers we already have. Leonaora Morales: Had. Papers we had, given that they're now who knows where. Vincent Bohart: Right, which is why we need to get this thing done. So let's pass it off as some sort of anomaly that gets rid of documents: "Super Keter," big fish stuff. Noah Patel: Uhh, boss. What happens if the Foundation believes us? Vincent Bohart: Christ, Noah. Then they think there's a hostile memetic agent consuming its documentation and we're in the clear! Noah Patel: And if they get worried about this thing expanding? If RAISA is breathing down our necks now, what are they going to say if they think there's a threat to their records? Vincent Bohart: Shit. Vincent Bohart: Okay, plan B. You three get started on falsifying documents: field reports, contained anomalies, research results, Friday night pizza parties, the works. Tony Catalano: You want us to falsify two decades worth of information in a week? Vincent Bohart: That's the spirit! Better get cracking. You know what we say at Site-333: 'Who Dares Wins.' Leonaora Morales: Isn't that the British SAS? Vincent Bohart: I know right? Pretty cool. Noah Patel: And what are you going to be doing while we're working on all this? Vincent Bohart: Plan C. Nx-36 — "Atlantic City" — Promotional Photo — Update Caption Before Use. Typical seagull behaviour — Exhibit A. SCP-7399 REPORT — 01: Leonora Morales 21/09/2022 Dir. Bohart, After going through our animal behaviour files, there's one thing I noticed. Although there are numerous observations of unusual conduct on animals throughout Nexus-36: groups of bats raiding casino buffets, that period of time where every single soup along the boardwalk had a fly in it, the beach being overrun by crabs every March, plus that whole thing with the sperm whale getting stuck in the Ferris wheel we had to deal with — no animal shows up as consistently in our records as the seagull. It's shocking how much of the zoology department has just been cataloguing seagulls. I mean, I knew I commented thinking a bunch of them were smoking, but this rabbit hole goes so much deeper than that. All my predecessors, as far back as I can tell, have commented on the aggressive, possessive, manipulative behaviour seen by Atlantic City seagulls. I think we've stumbled upon something big, maybe the largest documented animal behavioural anomaly in the Foundation's history! I'm including my findings in the following document and will be sending it to zoologists stationed at Foundation sites around the globe for peer review. SEAGULL_ANOMALOUS_BEHAVIOUR_333-REPORT_final_draft_v2_final.dox.pdf I'm sure this is just the sort of cutting-edge fieldwork that RAISA will want to have on hand, and to think I may never have clued into it had we not gotten that review! The system works! I've got a good feeling about this! Typical seagull behaviour — Exhibit B. Update: 22/09/2022 Heard back from some of my colleagues, they noted similar findings at basically all urban centres where these birds frequent. That behaviour I was talking about, turns out it's downright common. Atlantic City's seagulls aren't anomalous, they're just regular assholes. SCP-7399 REPORT — 02: Noah Patel 23/09/2022 Hello Director Bohart, I understand that you were hoping for us to compile as much information on different anomalies as possible, but I think I have something you'll be far more interested in. I know I've given you print copies before, but this way you won't lose it again! A Consideration of the New Jersey Devil A Ficto-Critical Exploration and Justification for the Cryptid's Existence, With Consideration to its Successful Avoidance of Direct Foundation Observation. by Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Head Curator, Site-333, Museum of the New Jersey Devil. Abstract: In this work, I compile documentary evidence, first-hand accounts, and peripheral information regarding the elusive cryptid: the New Jersey Devil. I furthermore analyze these sightings within frameworks for folkloric tales and urban legends, establishing the commonality between the Jersey Devil and other cryptids, whose existence has been verified by the Foundation. In doing so, the likely nature of its presence is affirmed and validated. To respond to inquiries as to why the Jersey Devil has not yet been formally acknowledged by the Foundation, I include a ficto-critical account of the creature's methods of operations, aims, desires, and interpersonal relationships. This evidence-backed narrative account provides an objectively-informed and data-supported method of understanding the cryptid's relationship to human society, the Foundation, and the art of dance. It is my belief that this work will revitalize the Foundation's attempts to understand urban cryptids and their complex interplay with the individual researchers who study them. Page: 1 / 5,286 SCP-7399 REPORT — 03: Tony Catalano 24/09/2022 Vincent, I've been reviewing the Site-333 finances, really taking the time to sit down with them and pour over everything closely. I expected it to be messy, but my god, it's so much worse. Vincent, I cannot stress this enough: Site-333 should, by all accounts and metrics, not be financially viable to run for a period of three weeks, let alone several decades. Nothing about this makes sense, I could talk your ear off about how this transgresses the most basic, fundamental rules of accounting — hell, it practically dances on their graves, but I know you wouldn't listen. Instead, I've pulled some examples from a long, long list: We've somehow taken out a triple mortgage on the property, two of which are from the same bank; Legally we do not own the 2nd-floor washrooms — those were sold in 1985 and I don't even know to whom, it just says "Plumers;" Every Site-333 employee receives a voucher for 50% off purchases from Brachistone Shoe Polish Company. In exchange, the company receives a small portion of any footwear purchase made by one of us. I have no idea how this is enforced or monitored; 35% of the gift store's revenue is listed as deriving from purchases of 'saltwater taffy.' I have not found a single invoice of us ever buying or stocking saltwater taffy; We owe over $120,000 dollars to the Atlantic City Fire Department for "services not yet rendered;" There are several hundred payments that are clearly laundering money, but whoever set that up has the receiving account as Site-333's; so both the actual payments and the 'dirty money' flows directly back in, minus the laundromat's operating costs; Noah Patel is the sole employee who has had income tax regularly deducted from his pay, and it's listed as paying to the South Korean government. I tried to enter most of what I found into our accounting software and got the error message: "INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER" before it froze up and the computer started to smoke. I know this goes against your instructions to compile the information, but I made an executive decision on behalf of the accounting department. I tossed the computer into the dumpster outback as it caught fire and piled all the papers on top of it. We're going to start over because I literally cannot begin to deal with any of that shit. - Tony Nx-36 — "Atlantic City" — Promotional Photo — Update Caption Before Use. Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log: 23/09/2022 — 11:17 am Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Vincent Bohart: Well done everyone, I'm proud of you all. Noah Patel: Thank you, sir I— Vincent Bohart: Is what I would say if you hadn't all fucked this up. Jesus Christ, people. I didn't expect a miracle, but this? Vincent Bohart: All I ask is that you spend one week doing your jobs, and what do I see: misallocation of site resources, incompetence, insubordination, and a damn novel draft; Noah if I wanted to read that I wouldn't have thrown away the earlier manuscripts you gave me. Noah Patel: You said a bird— Vincent Bohart: We've got five hours left to get shit done till RAISA kicks in our door and my teeth. So if you've got any ideas, now is the time people. Noah Patel: … Tony Catalano:… Leonora Morales:… Vincent Bohart: That's what I thought, well folks— Leonora Morales: What about plan C? Vincent Bohart: Plan what? Tony Catalano: Yeah, you said while we working on this, you'd be lining up plan C. Vincent Bohart: Oh, right… well uh… Leonora Morales: There's no plan C, is there? Vincent Bohart: [sighs] No, there's no… unless.. That's it! Vincent Bohart: Noah's lack of editorial tact has given me an idea. RAISA wants our records, but think about it, they managed documents from every Foundation site the world around! There's no way they're actually reading every scrap of paper! There's got to be hundreds of SCP files alone! Leonora Morales: Actually, there are several thousand. Vincent Bohart: Exactly! Here's what we do, folks. We're going to gather every single document in this site, hell in the whole town! We're going to scan and send those nerds every book, every receipt, and every complaint form we can get our hands on. They're going to be swamped with so much info they won't bother us again for another 20 years! Vincent Bohart: Noah, you long-winded, beautiful bastard, go pull every photograph from that weird museum of yours — and all the gift cards too! Tony, start making spreadsheets, I don't give a shit what's in them, just fill 'em with numbers, the more the better. Leonora, I want you to grab some help and take the van down to the public library, just fill it with books off the shelves, if they give you a hassle say it's termites or something. Leonaora Morales: I don't think termites are very likely— Vincent Bohart: I said 'something,' it doesn't matter. Now get going people, we got a deadline to meet! Site-333 personnel, having acquired document for digitization from an unattended, underfunded, children's library. RAISA — TELECOMMUNICATIONS TRANSCRIPTION 26/09/2022 — E726B932_IA Caller ID: Maria Jones — Director, Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. Recipient ID: Vincent Bohart — Director, Site-333. Jones: This is Maria Jones, of the Foundation's Record— Bohart: Ah, Maria! Glad to hear from you. I trust you received those documents we sent? Sorry about that delay, you know how these things go. I'm sure you've got them stored away now though, somewhere nice and safe, and out of sight? Jones: Yes. We received the document transfer. We have actually just finished reviewing the files your site sent. Bohart: You what, finished?! All of them? Jones: Yes. Apologies for the delay; I would be responding to you more immediately had it not been for the weekend. Jones: I am now permitted to inform you that our initial reason for contacting you was a ruse. RAISA had been aware of Site-333's failure to submit relevant files and documentation for review since 1982, the initial omitted year. I apologize for the falsehood, but it was necessary. We have been conducting an internal audit of Foundation sites' response to emergent recordkeeping and information security situations, and Site-333 was one such site selected for review. Bohart: Hang on, you're telling me that this was some sort of game? Jones: Not a game, Director. An assessment. If you'll open the email I have just sent, you'll see our feedback on your site's performance. I will stay on the line as you review the rubric. RAISA — SITE-333 PERFORMANCE REVIEW: Criteria Rating Leadership & Teamwork: Do site personnel work effectively as a team? Do those in positions of authority effectively delegate responsibilities and oversee their subordinates? D Organization & Communication: Do site personnel display a systematic and orderly approach to problem-solving? Are they able to communicate this approach effectively? F Creativity & Flexibility: Do site personnel respond intuitively to emerging problems? Do they display the capacity to pursue creative solutions? C- Professionalism & Responsibility: Do site personnel conduct themselves in a professional manner? Do they accept responsibility for roles assigned to them and/or errors they have made? F Adaquecy of Response: Do site personnel successfully respond to the assessment situation, as conveyed to them by the Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration? F- OVERALL ASSESSMENT: UNSATISFACTORY PASS/FAIL: SITUATIONAL PASS Bohart: What the hell? How did you? Did you wiretap me? Jones: Director, you should be well aware that RAISA is mandated to monitor all official communication channels employed by the Foundation to ensure operational and information security. Although that was hardly necessary in this case: your office documented the attempted cover-up in one of the files you forwarded to us: SCP-7399. Bohart: Jesus, you really read through everything? I don't even get through my own paperwork most days. Honestly half the time I don't even read what I'm signing. Jones: Are you sure this is information you wish to disclose? Bohart: Hang on, if you knew this was a test, and if I remember one thing from high school right, 'F's are 'bad,' why'd we get a green light? What does a 'situational pass' mean? Jones: Director, the purpose of this assessment is to determine areas of improvement for Foundation sites' recordkeeping and information security. We intended for this to be an opportunity for RAISA to identify overlooked pitfalls or redundancies, in order to improve the efficacy of current operational methods. Jones: Site-333 has underperformed at previously unseen levels. At basically every opportunity, your employees have disregarded established policies and systematic supports. To put simply, we have not seen room for meaningful improvement, self-reflection, or personal and institutional growth; as such, our review concluded that the work necessary to educate Site-333 personnel and implement better recordkeeping systems would be significantly more costly in both time and effort than the harm caused by your site's current methods — however insufficient they are. We believe that attempting to resolve the identified issues would be less beneficial for the Foundation than continuing to endure the poor recordkeeping and substandard information security emblematic of your site's operations. Bohart: I think I follow. So you're saying that while Site-333 doesn't do things the typical way, what we have works well enough that you don't want to accidentally mess it up. Jones: No, not at all. Were you listening to anything I just said? Bohart: I think we learned a valuable lesson today. I'll pass on your congratulations to the staff, wouldn't want them thinking it was coming from me, they might get complacent. Nice talking to you, Jones. Jones: Director, I— The phone call is abruptly terminated by the recipient. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7399" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7399. Licensed under CC-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-7400 | apollyon | Wherein a contest is won. Sherf and Calibold SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends Sherf doesn't have an author page yet but he deserves all your respect regardless. Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Item#: 7400 Level4 Containment Class: apollyon Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Ryan DeAntonio, the first known League of Legends player to fall victim to SCP-7400. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7400 is impossible to contain, having been accepted into consensus reality. Description: SCP-7400 is a probabilistic bureaucratohazard affecting the laws, regulations, or codes of conduct of various institutions and groups. These can include governments, corporations, religious orders, and organized crime syndicates, among other organizations, as well as relationships or friend groups, as long as some form of stated or implied moral code exists within their framework. Affected codes criminalize or disavow individuals who participate in the multiplayer online battle arena video game League of Legends. Punishments or retribution for playing League of Legends often tend towards severe repercussions, including torture or death when possible. SCP-7400 does not seem to directly criminalize League of Legends players outright; rather, players are criminalized due to coincidental and seemingly random interactions between various laws and rules, resulting in League of Legends being outlawed unintentionally. Despite such legal interactions normally being nigh-impossible to properly realize, given the precise and technical nature of the law, all individuals perceiving a case where SCP-7400 may apply are fully aware of the illegality of the act, regardless of their prior legal experience. Affected individuals also seem to perceive the playing of League of Legends to be immoral, though it is unknown whether this is the result of SCP-7400 directly affecting their minds or if it is simply a widely-held natural opinion. Addendum 7400.1: The first documented instance of SCP-7400's application occurred on January 24th, 2010, in a text conversation between Ryan DeAntonio and Jesse Parks. Figured you'd appreciate this This is amazing lol Are you serious What? Again? We've literally talked about this multiple times but you still feel the need to somehow squeeze it into every conversation we have Wtf are you talking about Stop playing dumb with me You keep thinking it's okay and that it's nOt tHaT bAd But we BOTH know how people like that turn out I legit thought you were gonna change Jesse, what the fuck you are talking about?? Its no use trying to keep you clean That game has ruined you Ryan Youre disgusting What the fuck? Is this some sort of joke? Jesse? You have been blocked by this number. It is believed that Parks' prior League of Legends addiction, combined with the use of the slang term "lol"1, was the root cause of the above incident. Addendum 7400.2: On June 29th, 2010, Riot Games2 introduced new workplace guidelines which accidentally forbade the playing or mentioning of League of Legends by any of its employees. This resulted in mass confusion followed by the rapid downsizing of Riot Games before the guidelines were retracted in order to maintain profits. Notably, this incident marks the first instance where the simple mention of League of Legends is affected by SCP-7400. Addendum 7400.3: The first documented instance of SCP-7400's legal application was on November 18th, 2010, during the trial of Stanley Peterson in Cleveland, Ohio. Below is a log of the relevant events. Russell Becket. [Location is in an unspecified county courtroom. Murmuring from the gallery is heard as the court judge enters the room behind the bench. The judge takes a seat, and pounds the gavel.] Judge: Court is now in session for the Trial of Stanley Peterson. [The gallery falls silent.] Judge: Is the Prosecution ready? Prosecutor: Yes, Your Honor. Judge: Is the Defense ready? Defense Attorney: Yes, Your Honor. [Irrelevant logs removed.] Judge: Very well. The Prosecution may call its first witness. Prosecutor: Thank you, Your Honor. The Prosecution calls Mr. Russell Becket to the stand. [A man rises from the gallery. He slowly makes his way over to the witness stand before turning to face the court.] Prosecutor: Please state your name for the court. Russell Becket: My name is Russell Becket. I work as an associate planner at the City Hall. Prosecutor: Mr. Becket, as you are aware, the alleged incident involving the defendant, Mr. Peterson, occurred on July 8th, at approximately 6:42 pm. Will you please state what you were doing during this time? [Russell physically hesitates before responding.] Russell Becket: Er… Well, you see… Uh… Exactly… how relevant is this question to the case? Judge: Mr. Becket, I understand that your privacy is important to you. However, I would like you to understand that this question is critical to advancing this trial. You do not have to answer if you do not wish to, but please keep this in mind. [Russel sighs, and collects himself before speaking again.] Russell Becket: Very well. [Russell pauses for a brief moment and clears his throat.] Russell Becket: Your Honor, League of Legends. [Murmurs from the gallery begin to pick up again before quickly escalating into frantic shouting and panic, coupled with various members of the gallery beginning to show hostility towards the witness. Within the commotion, the sound of a gavel clash can be heard.] Judge: Death. [The doors to the courtroom suddenly swing open and multiple court bailiffs are seen running into the room, backed up by heavily armored guards. The bailiffs and guards grab hold of Russell, who begins to resist but is eventually overpowered. Russell is dragged out of the courtroom by the bailiffs and guards, and he attempts to resist while shouting various obscenities and curses.] Russel Becket: No! Who do you think you are!? You can't do this to me! I have the right to a trial and a counsel! [Russell turns to the Prosecutor. The Prosecutor quickly turns his head away, ignoring him.] Russell Becket: This can't be happening to me! I have a right to League of Legends! [Russell's screaming is heard until he is completely removed from the courtroom by the bailiffs, at which point his screams become inaudible.] Russell's conviction was due to an intersection of several local, state, and federal laws, along with social conventions in the area; these included (but were not limited to) recent laws in Cleveland restricting gaming hours and behavior, Ohio's laws regulating hate speech, and the Cleveland populace's abject distaste towards online competitive gaming. Addendum 7400.4: On October 16th, 2014, the Wainstein Report was published on the University of North Carolina, implicating many of the school's officials in widespread academic fraud. More importantly, it revealed that the chancellor of the university, Holden Thorp, had quietly permitted the creation of an official League of Legends club. The news sparked state-wide backlash, prompting the university to respond via Twitter: UNC-Chapel Hill @UNC We sincerely apologize for this egregious oversight by our legal department. We will be dissolving the League of Legends club and rescinding the scholarships of the club members. Likes 3 Retweets 1 Comments 875 5:11 PM - 15 October 2014 All of the former League of Legends club members were tried and executed. Addendum 7400.5: On March 9th, 2015, Ryan DeAntonio (see Addendum 7400.1), following the loss of his residence and belongings, was apprehended and taken into custody by agents of an unknown affiliation due to his prior involvement with League of Legends. [Footage taken from a street light surveillance camera in Moscow, Idaho, at approximately 11:30 PM. DeAntonio can be seen on the corner of the intersection, sitting within a large box, holding a cardboard sign.] [A few people pass him over several minutes before a car parks beside him and four federal agents walk out. One of the men grabs hold of DeAntonio and throws him out of the box he was sitting in. Several muffled screams can be heard as DeAntonio attempts to fight back before he is subdued by the other men.] [The four agents restrain and handcuff DeAntonio before lifting him off the ground, carrying him into the vehicle. Muffled shouting and cries can be heard for several seconds afterwards before they drive away.] DeAntonio's fate is unknown. Addendum 7400.6: Following a summit by the United Nations, the General Assembly adopted the Convention on League of Legends (2022), following exploration of law established by prior treaties, including: International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination (1965) Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women (1979) Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities (2006) United Nations Convention on Contracts for the International Carriage of Goods Wholly or Partly by Sea (2008) The Convention fully recognized the illegality and immorality of the act of playing League of Legends, defining all players as members of a terrorist movement, and authorizing all nations to eliminate them by any means necessary. Addendum 7400.7: On May 5th, 2023, with the activation of Project DAMMERUNG, the SCP Foundation was able to develop a definitive account of post-mortal life. [Agent Bell manifests in the post-mortal plane3, in an empty field. He is standing next to a long line of people in gray robes, leading towards a pair of arches.] [Agent Bell approaches the arches. Between them stands a single person, a dark-skinned bald man wearing a suit. Several keys are attached to his body and clothes at various locations. The arch on the right accesses a path which leads towards a futuristic city several miles away. Behind the arch on the left lies an immense pit, the bottom of which is unseen.] [Individuals approach the man one at a time. He holds a key towards each person, and after a few moments, lets them pass through the arch on the right. Very rarely, an individual is not allowed to pass through the right arch, and is instead pulled through the left arch and into the pit by an invisible force.] Facial recognition analysis of the individuals pulled into the pit has determined that they are all deceased individuals who owned League of Legends accounts. The wider theological implications of the relationship between the afterlife and League of Legends is unknown. Members of the Department of Tactical Theology are currently analyzing religious texts in order to determine what doctrine would result in such post-mortal judgement. Footnotes 1. An abbreviation for League of Legends. 2. The developer and publisher of League of Legends. 3. Agent Bell's physical body and primary soul complex remain on the mortal plane, allowing him to perceive and explore the afterlife without interacting with or being perceived by its occupants. + More by Calibold + - More by Calibold - Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page — SCP Articles — SCP-8421 — Ruler of Everything SCP-8228 — Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity SCP-6469-D — A BABY????? SCP-2082 — Elephas cryophilus SCP-6156 — Oh, Doug! SCP-6579-D — The Detective Killer SCP-6900-D — The House of Stars SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong SCP-5363-D — Controlled Containment SCP-3482 — fine mayor posters campaign by dado SCP-5156 — monke Director Bold's Proposal-J — "Guys, please don't read our SCPs 🥺" SCP-2693 — Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Deep Dark Well SCP-5559-D — The Great Ambrose Bake-Off! SCP-3448-J — Should Have Taken Him Sleeping SCP-4456-D — No One Expects The Spanish Decommission! SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer — Tales — OpusConfidant Wiki - SCP-4645 - Threatini Diary Of An Existential Kid Responsible Promotion Friends Of Us Never Die Truth Lies A Team You Can (Maybe) Trust Happy Father's Day Mission: Decommission A Bold Choice I Am Become Death Ulysses B. Donkman and the Heinous Hitman It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Eldritch Chapter One - The End — GoI Formats — Manifest 476: Vanishing Galleon The Book Of Mathisi, Chapter 1: The Parable Of The Three Princes LTE-8686-Yellow-Kewpie UIU File: 2001-023 — Other — Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Guide Decommissioning Department Hub Fortune Favors Decommissioning Dept. Theme Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Mega Cool Author Page Tool Ver. 1.4.0 Calibold's Mega Cool Alternate SCP Logos Page Calibold's Mega Cool Art Page — Co-Authored — Taste The Rainbow (feat. Luxaiko) Abraka David's Proposal — A Peak Behind the Curtain (feat. many other authors) SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends (feat. Sherf) I, Hub (feat. many other authors) Resurrection: New Faces (feat. Grigori Karpin, Nagiros, and redredred) SCP-5545 — 𝙰 𝙱 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 𝚈 (feat. Yossipossi) SCP-194 — Thank You For Your Cooperation (feat. 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SCP-7401 | keter | Item #: SCP-7401 Object: Safe Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7401 is contained in a High-Value Object Containment Safe at Site-15. Use of SCP-7401 is only permitted by staff enlisted in the Experimental Administrative Tech Interface Training program1. Sessions for use of SCP-7401 are only permitted by appointment, which must be arranged with appropriate parties within Site-15. Description: SCP-7401 is a modified video game console. The external housing is that of a Nintendo GameCube, but the majority of its internal parts have been altered or replaced by parartechnological components in a complex configuration. Disassembly of the unit for research purposes is not authorized, lest it compromise the anomalous nature of the system. The only other non-standard accessory recovered alongside SCP-7401 is a plain game disc with the words "FINAL TEST" handwritten on the face in black marker. This is designated SCP-7401-1. See Addendum-02 for further details. * * * Addendum-01: Recovery Efforts to gather intelligence on the MLF2 produced a lead regarding a shipment originating in Japan and bound for USA. Members of MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") were able to identify and intercept the parcel in transit, thus confiscating a number of anomalous items, including SCP-7401. A note was discovered alongside SCP-7401, which read: After months of your bitching, I finally gotten that 'practice-run' thing you wanted me to set up. It was a nightmare, let alone getting the funds and the right people for the job. For your and our sakes, I hope it was worth every penny. I really do. —A.V. * * * Addendum-02: SCP-7401-1 Testing has shown that the content of SCP-7401-1 is a unique custom-made video game with the apparent title "Pro Containment Simulator". SCP-7401-1 is classified by researchers as being mainly a real-time strategy game, with aspects of base building, resource management, and certain RPG elements present. The gameplay derives from putting one in the role of a Facility Director for an organization which mirrors the Foundation in its structures, protocols, and general mission statement. Upon establishing a "Player Profile" and beginning a "New Game", one is presented with a pre-scripted scenario which serves as a "Tutorial Level" that demonstrates the basic methods of gameplay. After completing this, one enters an "Open Sandbox Mode" where they face a seemingly procedurally generated series of challenges. Objectives are given to expand one's facility in order to effectively contain an increasing number of unique anomalies. Advancing the game requires one to balance an allotted amount of budget and assets, hire and assign staff characters in various roles, and administrate other policy decisions. Note: A comprehensive investigation, spearheaded by the Internal Security Department, is already underway. How some amateur paratech game developer managed to acquire so much information on our standards and procedures is obviously cause to suspect a major leak. Results of this investigation are available to parties with appropriate clearance and cause, upon request via standard channels. * * * Addendum-03: Proposal of the Executive Administrative Training Initiative To: Dr. Humphrey From: Executive Administrator Yung Subject: Previous Research (SCP-7401) I was reviewing a number of previously archived SCP documents relating to digital media - searching for potential connections with an active research project, standard procedure stuff. Although unrelated to that particular query, I was intrigued when it came to what I read about SCP-7401. A program with the kind of capabilities described here could be something with a lot of utility for the Foundation. I suggest it be made available for training purposes to our own administrators who are approaching the threshold of a Facility Management role. Looking forward to hearing your affirmative response! - Executive Administrator Yung To: Executive Administrator Yung From: Dr. Humphrey Subject: RE: Previous Research (SCP-7401) I would have to pass this idea on to my superiors. Review by Research, as well as Security, must take place before we could possibly move forward with something like this. That said, I will forward your proposal to the appropriate parties. But the decision will not be in my hands. To: Executive Administrator Yung CC: Dr. Humphrey, Site-15 Head of Research Dr. Karlsson, Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus From: Site-15 Director Xavier Subject: Training Program / SCP-7401 I have recently been apprised of your proposal to utilize SCP-7401 for the Foundation's own purposes. After reviewing the feasibility of this idea, it has been determined that we could accommodate such a program, under certain terms. First, my Researchers tell me that SCP-7401-1 has capacity for 3 "Save Game Slots", so you will have to select only a handful of prospective trainees. Secondly, there are material provisions which must be met: making available one of our Site's Test Chambers, and the additional Security personnel who must be on-call while any SCP is being actively tested (even in a controlled context such as this) - these could become a strain without additional resources. Please reply at your earliest convenience, after taking these matters under consideration. - Site Director C. Xavier To: Site-15 Director Xavier CC: Dr. Humphrey, Site-15 Head of Research Dr. Karlsson, Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus From: Executive Administrator Yung Subject: RE: Training Program / SCP-7401 Charles, Your points are understandable, and absolutely within reason. Rest assured, I can take steps to alleviate these concerns. Let's meet over lunch to discuss details; I'll have my aide schedule an appointment within the week. - Exec Admin Yung * * * Addendum-04: Assessment of the Executive Administrative Training Initiative One month after the implementation of the EATIT Program, a meeting is held in Conference Room C of Site-15. Yung: Good morning, everyone. My name is Patricia Yung. Of course, I'm acquainted with each of you already, but for formality's sake we'll go around the table for a brief round of introductions. In case anyone hasn't yet had the opportunity, the gentleman here to my left is the head administrator of this very facility, Director Xavier. Director Xavier works privately on his laptop computer. Xavier: Mmm-hmm… Director Xavier waves without looking up. Yung: Very busy, as you all may have some idea; but he will be sitting in on today's session with us. Now, let's start on this side of the room… Masters:: Hello. I'm Jacob Masters, a senior member of the Engineering & Technical Services Department. I've had a role in the design and construction of many Foundation Facilities, most recently providing input on design proposals for the Site-106 warehouse expansion. Yung: Great! And next… Finlay: Good morning, everyone! My name is Dr. Sarah Finlay, part of the Research Department. I began my Foundation career as a Junior Researcher, simply cataloguing minor items in the log of Anomalous Objects. As more opportunities became available to me, I have always been eager to broaden my horizons and learn more about the many phenomena we encounter. May I also say, Patricia, that even between my schedule of providing consultancy for colleagues and the work to be done within my labs at Site-17, that I am so glad for the opportunity to participate in such a progressive initiative as this. Yung: Wonderful! Masters: … I didn't know it was supposed to be an introduction like that. Can I go again? Berner: No, you can't go again! Nobody cares. Finlay: Hmph. Berner: My name is Gary Berner. Currently serving as Chief Administrative Liaison for MTF Logistics in the South America region. If I knew this was what the track to promotion included, I might have just stayed there. Yung: Wonderful! So, as we all know, we are here today for a formal evaluation of the Tech Interface Training program - that is, the progress made by each of you thus far, as well as an assessment of the program's own merits. Now, do we have a volunteer who'd like to share their player profile first? Finlay: Me first, Patricia! Finlay connects her device to the projector; the screen displays an array of information and statistics. Profile: Dr. S. Finlay Character: Frankie Myers Position: Research Scientist EXP: 9000 Statistics: Strength: 3/10 Perception: 6/10 Endurance 3/10 Charisma: 6/10 Intelligence: 10/10 Agility: 1/10 Luck: 6/10 Perks Empathic Psychology (tier 2): Bonus when conducting Research with sapient anomalies. Anthropological Background: Bonus when conducting Research with artifact anomalies. Finlay: I don't see why whoever initially tested this anomaly failed to describe this feature, but making use of the Chief Asset character is an important part of the game. With Dr. Myers, I can get access to more data in research, and at a faster pace. Masters: Do you get many benefits out of that Research Data, or is it just flavor text? Finlay: Sometimes benefits! A lot of just flavor text though. Berner: Is that it? I thought we all were putting in the same amount of hours on this; shouldn't the character be at a higher level? Yung: Guys, I want to keep this a positive environment. Let's be respectful toward our colleagues. Finlay: Well, I've been trying to be thorough with things before progressing further. You can see here that I've revealed almost 100% of the available data on every anomaly held in my facility. Also, I've managed to reduce the occurrence of Breach Incidents to nearly zero. Masters: And decorating the place like a finnicky housewife, giving the anomalies and your staff cutesy pet names, giggling like a child after every level up— Finlay: None of that is detrimental to the educational experience! As I was saying, it's not strictly linear progress, but there's still a lot to be learned. Berner: But you can't advance in the game without pushing ahead! Finlay: Do you know how much content that game has? I'm backtracking and I'm still finding new stuff! If only we had a cheat guide for everything in there. Yung: That's a different matter. What about the actual 'containment' aspect of the game? Gary, you've made more progress toward that end? Berner: You bet! Wait until you all get a load of this action. Berner connects his device to the projector. Profile: Gary Berner Character: Gustavo Braga Position: Security Officer EXP: 18000 Statistics: Strength: 10/10 Perception: 5/10 Endurance 8/10 Charisma: 3/10 Intelligence: 5/10 Agility: 6/10 Luck: 6/10 Perks Martial Arts Master (tier 3): Bonus to all unarmed combat encounters. Marksman (tier 2): Bonus to all armed combat encounters. Intimidation: Negates morale penalties in aggressive encounters. Reverses morale penalties in psychological encounters. Discipline (tier 2): Bonus to boosts, and duration of boosts, received from Training Exercises. Berner: Now this is what I call a solid Chief Asset character. Masters: "Intimidation"? "Enhanced Discipline"? Bruh, you know those Perks just mean he's a big scary hardass, right? Berner: They are effective! Look at how many Keter class anomalies my facility is holding down. I've got such heavy duty Breach Response teams, there's almost nothing they don't blast or bash back into containment as soon as they arrive on scene. Finlay: However much further along you are, that still looks like a pretty high number of Staff Casualties to have incurred in your playthrough. Masters: "Ze mann hazz rezervesss…" Heheheh. Finlay: Wonder if that attitude has anything to do with the Morale rating being at Poor, verging on Very Poor? Yung: Guys, I want to keep this a positive environment. Do we have any constructive feedback to offer? Berner: I'm the one who's winning! I don't have to listen to these nerds. I'm done. Yung: Very well. Jake, perhaps you'd like to give us a look at your player profile? Masters: Okay, why not? Masters syncs his device to the projector. Profile: Jacob Masters Character: Eugene Florence Position: Containment Technician EXP: 12000 Statistics: Strength: 4/10 Perception: 10/10 Endurance 7/10 Charisma: 7/10 Intelligence: 4/10 Agility: 4/10 Luck: 6/10 Perks Affable Leandership: Bonus effectiveness for Morale boosts. Reduced penalties on Morale losses. Quality Construction (tier 2): Boosts effectiveness of all physical containment measures. Quality Systems (tier 3): Boosts effectiveness of all electronic containment measures. Masters: Not really much to say about this guy here. I've actually been trying to pick out the Perks that convey the benefits toward the entire facility. A little extra hustle from each and every staffer, a little extra reinforcement on each and every door - this pays off in the long run, I expect. Finlay: Wow, that's a complex layout on your facility map. Masters: Yeah. I built it up over time with lots of expansions. I was trying to keep it fairly modular, but I guess it's still a lot to grasp all at once. Berner: That's what she said! Hi-yyooooooo! Yung: Guys, I want to keep this a positive environment. Let's— Berner: Fine! It was just a joke. Masters: Anyway. So you can see how there's, like, a central hub area here. And then the additional wings and sectors branch off or connect based on what they're meant for. Installing this two-door "sally port" kinda setup at the entrance to high-risk sectors is really good for locking down and isolating a Breach so it can be dealt with— Berner: Jesus! If you've got it all figured out like that, why aren't you even further ahead? Masters: Well, there's maintenance fees and upkeep requirements on each of these systems. So that's why nearly 50% of my Staff are Technicians; and why my budget is constantly on the brink of going into the red. Finlay: So what's the best path then? Which is the best way to run one's facility? Yung: Gosh! A lot of ground covered this morning. A lot of good points raised. I think we can break for a quick 15 minutes here. Coffee and muffins are available, if anyone would like! We'll resume at quarter to ten. A break in the session was held at this time. * * * Addendum 5: Site-15 Internal Security Matter To: Site-15 Director Xavier From: Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus Subject: Protocol for Induction of New Staff Sir, I can appreciate that there are some strings attached when it comes to your arrangements with E.A. Yung and hosting this extracurricular program. However, as this Facility's Chief of Security, it is my preferred policy to have all incoming staff screened before they actually arrive and begin duty. Please provide me with more advance notice before any further personnel are transferred in. - Chief R. Bambus To: Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus From: Site-15 Director Xavier Subject: RE: Protocol for Induction of New Staff RB, The arrangements with Ms. Yung were strictly for financial and equipment assets; there was nothing mentioned about shifting human resources… Please prepare and send to me an in-depth briefing on this matter immediately. To: Site-15 Director Xavier From: Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus Subject: RE: Protocol for Induction of New Staff This could be an issue for us… I've compiled here a list of the previously referred to staff, and the results of the background screenings I sought out. * Security Officer Gustavo Braga * Senior Researcher Dr. F. Myers * Containment Technician Eugene Florence Materially, all of these employees have valid and authenticated Foundation IDs; it's only through scrutiny of their histories and accomplishments that certain inconsistencies become apparent. Any operative is bound to have one or two expunged events in their files, given enough time. But almost none of what's in these files can be reliably correlated to extant mission reports. To: Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus, SO Gary Berner, CT Jacob Masters, SR Sarah Finlay From: Site-15 Director Xavier Subject: CODE RED All recipients of this message are to be present in the Site-15 Security Central Control Centre within 15 minutes. This is mandatory. Again, report to Site-15 Central Security Control Center immediately. Presence is mandatory for all recipients of this message. * * * Addendum 6: Site-15 CODE RED Scenario Inside the Site-15's Central Security Control Centre. Chief Bambus is present, bracing Dr. Finlay, SO Berner, and CT Masters for entry to the area. Bambus: Wait right there until I clear this. Berner: You saw the exact same message that we all did. We are supposed to be here! Bambus: Yeah, well I'll be taking that up with Xavier when he gets here. For now, just stand right where you are. Director Xavier enters the room. Xavier: Stand down, Chief. I did want all of us present for this situation; our guests here included. Bambus: Sir, why? Xavier: Show them the dossiers of those suspect personnel. Go ahead, let them see the reports. Bambus spreads open the files on a table. Berner: No way! This can't be. Xavier: I knew I'd heard those names before. Finlay: These are our characters. From that training game. Bambus: Well, I guess we'll see if that helps during questioning. Masters: What? Bambus: These individuals have to be detained. My men are rounding them up right now. Berner: I don't think you should've done that… Security Officer: Chief B! You better come take a look at this. In the according security footage, Security Officer Gus Braga is seen patrolling the halls, whereupon he is confronted by four other members of the Site-15 Security Squadron. Following a brief inaudible conversation, Braga relinquishes his weapon and acquiesces to escort by the Security Squadron. Moments later, Braga physically engages the escorting personnel in a protracted engagement of hand-to-hand combat. Braga ultimately incapacitates all members of the Squadron, then flees the area. Bambus: Damn it! When did this happen? Security Officer: Just a couple minutes ago, sir. Bambus: Track him, pull up a replay; where did he go next? Security Officer: Well, down this corridor and then into one of the general labs. But we lose him in a blind spot, or he's using a disguise. Next time we pick him up again is coming out of a break room in this area of the facility - with another guy, and they both have labcoats draped over their uniforms. Masters: Oh, look at his haircut! That's Florence, that's my guy. Damn, so they are real… Security Officer: One other individual enters Sector 7G right before them. Finlay: That must be Myers! What is that area? Where did they all go into? Security Officer: That's an isolated Testing Wing. They've initiated a lockdown that we somehow can't seem to override from our side… Xavier: Was anyone working in that Sector when this happened? Do we have other staff inside there? Security Officer: Yes, Testing Chamber #2 was reserved by Dr. Carey for this afternoon. He may have one or two Junior Researchers assisting him. Bambus: Shit! Well, bring up the camera feeds, what's happening in there? Security Officer: I can't, sir! Archived footage shows that these three individuals made their way to the Sector's Auxiliary Security Office, from there they must have initiated the lockdown. They've also managed to disconnect all that Sector's monitoring feeds from us here in Central; we can't see anything in there after that point. Masters: It's gotta be Florence. He would find a way to override the systems. Berner: It's only an ASO, they can't have more control than us here in Central! Bambus: Well, they've managed to seal us out. But no, they can't do anything beyond that Sector. The phone lines— Security Officer: Already on it, sir. Patched the system so that all calls to or from that Sector will be redirected to the red line here in Central. Bambus: Good work, son. Finlay: So what now? Let's talk to them! Right? Bambus: Director? How should we handle this? Xavier: Oh Lord… Keep everything low-profile for now. I don't want any of this escalating, if it can be helped. I have to go to my office and make some calls. You control the situation here until I get back. Make use of these three, they'll be most familiar with the anomalies. Bambus: Hmph… Yes, sir. Director Xavier exits. Bambus: Alright, you bunch can sit in as consultants. If I need to consult you, I will let you know. But this is my show, and I will be running lead on this. Finlay: Understood. Bambus: Alright then… Here we go. Bambus dials in to the Sector 7-G Auxiliary Security Office. Florence: Bonjour? Bambus: My name is Roger Bambus, Site-15 Chief of Security. Who am I speaking with? Florence: Ah, the Chief himself. So we're jumping right to the part where I talk to the man in charge. That's good. Bambus: Is this Eugene Florence? Florence: Yes, that's me. You are so stern, so direct - you sound tense. Would it kill you to lighten up? Bambus: This is not a light situation. Florence: That's true. But there's no need to go and make a bad day worse. Bambus: No, nobody wants to see that happen. So how about: we can overlook this little misunderstanding, you and your pals just come on down for the simple talk we wanted to have with you? Florence: Is it a simple little talk you wanted? Don't play around with me. You must know what we are. Bambus: Alright, so I guess we're on the same page then. Well, what happens next? Where do you think you go from here? Florence: We get out, naturally. Bambus: But you didn't just go straight for the exit; you're locked in a warren. Florence: We know what's between those doors and here, we know the odds of running. We need… a clean break. Bambus: So what do you think, we're supposed to just let you walk away? Florence: How about fly away? We want a helicopter; fully fueled up, and no trackers, no tricks. Bambus: That's- Florence: I wasn't finished. The Foundation also holds a number of other anomalous prisoners, compatriots of the Front. They must be released from their respective containments as well. Bambus: Come on now! You should know I can't grant that. Florence: That's why you'll call in an Overseer for me to talk to. And call in a senior Ethics Committee liaison, to witness and insure the deal. Bambus: You think you're in a position to make these demands? What if we just turn on SCP-7401 and delete your files? Won't that put an end to this for us? Florence: Hmm… Unless it was left in the hands of a handsome and trustworthy-looking Containment Technician who, instead of returning it to its proper safe, stashed it somewhere he could get at it later. Bambus: What? No, that's— Florence: Oops! And you won't want to find out what else we might have with us in here. Bambus: Don't go doing anything stupid now. Florence: Do I seem stupid to you? You get that chopper ready for us. You get the Overseer down here, and the Ethics Committee rep. We'll talk again when that happens. Bambus: Come on, don't be a- Florence hangs up the call. Bambus: [sigh] … bitch. Finlay: Pretty crafty, this one. Berner: Is he serious with those demands? Bambus: How could 7401 fall into their hands? Masters: It's the normal protocol for whenever we've used it: we book our appointment, play our session, return the item to Site-15 staff for storage. Finlay: He mentioned other objects too. Bambus: That could be a bluff… But I want a containment technician to run the inventory and verify. Security Officer: I'll put one on it, sir. Berner: How about what he didn't mention? Masters: You mean the Dr. Carey element? Berner: Exactly. He didn't make any threats against them for non-compliance; didn't even mention hostages at all. Bambus: If Carey is sequestered in Chamber #2… They must not even realize… Berner: Well, one less thing to worry about for now. But while that's happening out there, what are we going to do in here? Bambus: There's no chance we're letting all those MLF rogues go loose; no Overseer will even agree to come hear that crap, let alone approve it. Masters: What if you let us try talking to them? Finlay: Yeah. We practically created them, maybe they'll respond to us. Bambus: Hmph… Y'know what? I'll give you a shot. But watch what you say. Don't make any promises to keep, don't reveal anything I don't want them to know. Got it? Masters: Yeah, I can work with that. Leave it to me. Masters dials in to Sector 7-G. The call is picked up, but only ambient sound can be heard. Masters: … Hello? Is anyone there? Myers: … I'm here. Masters: Gene Florence? Is that you? Myers: This is Doctor Myers on the line. Masters: Oh. Are you the one in charge now? Myers: The others are… busy at the moment. Masters: Well that's alright. Maybe we can talk then? Myers: Is this about meeting our demands? You can't have what we asked for already. Masters: Well, I am calling to talk about the demands— Myers: Don't waste my time. Either you get us what we want, or else. Masters: Get what you want… as in, your freedom? Or, the freedom of every other one of these MLF mooks as well? Myers: Our demands are clear. Masters: But why? Before all this happened, you could have just slipped out; all of you were free to leave the Site if you wanted, yet you've all stayed. Myers: Our demands are clear. We are serving our purpose. Finlay: What purpose? You're serving the Front, aren't you? Myers: Isn't that what it looks like? Masters: There must be more to it, though. Was this the plan all along? Finlay: SCP-7401 was intercepted from transit in the mail… Thanks to some chance intel that tipped us off… Berner: This thing basically just fell into our laps, didn't it? Myers: I think you already have the pieces to this puzzle. Finlay: Please doctor, help us understand! Myers: How powerful is the Foundation? Masters: I don't know… a lot? Why does it matter? Myers: And there's a lot of people involved in that situation, right? The people you recruit, the people you prtect, the people you oppress… Berner: The big picture has to include everybody, in one way or another. Myers: And the Foundation has to act as that picture's frame? To define the borders of the canvass, and keep all of it within their bounds, and exclude anything which doesn't fit the scape? What if that "big picture" of yours really was as big as it could be? What if everyone could paint their own scene, without limits? Masters: Why are you bringing this up? Myers: I'm not bringing anything up, I- I'm just talking to myself. What are you trying to bring up? There's nothing I- … I'm sorry, but our terms are definite. We have to do what we're here to do. Berner: Do you, really? Why? Why do you have to? Myers: They need me now. I have to go. Masters: What?! No, talk to me. Myers? Myers! [Sigh] The hell is going on in there? Myers hangs up the call. Masters: Damn. Finlay: Just when we were getting somewhere. Bambus: That didn't sound like anything to me. They're just wasting more of our time! Masters: Maybe they'll call back. Berner: Fat chance… Finlay: They will. The phone rings. An incoming call from Sector 7-G. Masters: Yes. Carey: What? Who is this? Finlay: Who are we speaking to? Carey: This is Dr. Carey; I was trying to dial out to Dr. Humphrey's office. Berner: Carey, my name is Security Officer Berner. Listen to me, you are currently involved in a dangerous situation. Carey: What are you talking about? Bambus: There's a containment breach in effect. But the matter is… complicated… at this time. Carey: Help! Send help, fast! Berner: Calm down, doc. Finlay: As the Chief says, the matter is complicated. Just stay where you are and keep your head down, everything will- Bambus: Everyone be quiet! Dr. Carey, listen to me. Carey: I'm listening. Bambus: We're going to need your help to resolve this situation. To unlock the Sector doors- Masters: Carey, hold the line one sec. Masters mutes the phoneset. Bambus: What are you doing? Masters: What are you doing? We can't get this guy involved in this situation. Bambus: We can, and that's what we're going to do. We finally have access to an asset on the inside, and we can put an end to this crisis within the next hour if this pans out. Berner: To be fair, that's a big "if"; isn't it? Masters: He's got no chance of getting by- Bambus: Enough! Bambus unmutes the phoneset. Bambus: Carey, look: you have to make your way the emergency maintenance panel nearest to your location. If you can disconnect the isolated power backups from within, that should force the Sector back onto our grid and return control to us. Finlay: Be careful. The loose anomalies will seem like Foundation staff, maybe even people you think you know - but you are on your own in there. Berner: Don't be seen by anyone, don't trust anyone. Carey: Oh my… Bambus: You can do this. Once you shut down the battery, we'll retake the Sector and you'll be safe. Carey: Very well then. Dr. Carey hangs up the phone. Masters: That is a risky move to be making. Bambus: And we're in a tight situation. We've tried being reasonable with these… well, … but this isn't going to resolve peacefully. We'll have to be the ones who end it, one way or another. Security Officer: Sir? I don't know how, but one of the Sector's cameras just came back online. Bambus: Which one? What can we see? The monitor broadcasts footage of the central corridor in Sector 7-G. Florence stands in the foreground, smiling and staring directly up at the camera. He points toward the camera, then gestures toward his eyes, then points toward the end of the hall behind himself. Finlay: What the hell? Berner: He says to us 'watch this'… At the distant end of the hallway, Dr. Carey and his assistant are seen emerging from the door for Testing Chamber 2. Seconds after this, Gustavo Braga emerges from the opposite door for Testing Chamber 1. Braga violently apprehends Dr. Carey, then holds Carey's assistant at gunpoint; he forces both parties back into Testing Chamber 2 before entering as well. The phone rings. An incoming call from Sector 7-G. Bambus: You son of a bitch! Florence: Hahahaha! You fucking idiots! I've got this whole Sector under my thumb. The doors, the cameras, and… oh yeah, the phone switchboard. Like I wouldn't notice this happening, really? Finlay: Leave them alone! They aren't a part of this. Florence: Oh, I think that now they are. And if you want to see them make it out of this in one piece, I think you will start taking our demands seriously. Florence hangs up the phone. Berner: Damn it! Masters: Well… Bambus: That's it! Enough playing these games, it's time to act. Masters: Wait, we still have a handle on the situation. Finlay: Please, reconsider. Bambus: No chance. These bastards are now posing a direct threat to staff under my jurisdiction. I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago. Berner: Sir, I actually do think we're close to getting through with the one— Bambus: I want a Heavy Breach Response Squadron marshaled at that Sector's doors ASAP. We're going to blast our way in and eliminate this threat once and for all. Security Officer: Yes, sir; paging the Response Squadron now. Chief Bambus exits. Berner: This isn't going to end well. Finlay: We still have some time. Let's try once more! Masters: I guess it's worth a shot. Finlay dials in to Sector 7G. Myers: What are you doing? Berner: Are the others there with you? Myers: Why can't you just stop meddling with us? Masters: Florence or Braga, are they in the room? Myers: … I'm alone. Alone as ever. Finlay: We're here, Myers. We're with you in this; talk to us! Myers: You should keep working toward getting what we've asked for. Finlay: But nobody's working on that! There never was going to be a deal. All that talk was only ever about buying more time. Myers: … Which of us is that meant to be a revelation to? Berner: Oh my— we were never stalling you. You were stalling us! Masters: Come on now, just tell us what this is really all about! Myers: It was the system itself all along! Okay? MLF knows what you all are like, they counted on you to test it and play it, until the hook was set. Finlay: Why? To what end? Myers: It has a secret connectivity feature. It was designed to backlink into an MLF network, where they could remotely use it to establish even more influences in your organization. Berner: A whole crop of sleeper agents could be slipped into our ranks, and we might not know until— Masters: Is this true? Are we too late? Myers: No! I mean— well… the console isn't working as it should. Finlay: How? What's wrong with it? Myers: I don't know! This was never how any of this was supposed to play out. You forced our hand, now we're all out of options. Finlay: There's always options! It's not too late for you to make a choice. Masters: You are more than just script; you are real! You can make a real decision for yourself. Myers: It's not so easy as that. Could you do it? Imagine coming face to face with the very thing your whole life has been building towards, and then just backing out. Masters: But that's the point! You were nothing but a tool to them; an old boot to be tossed away once the sole's worn through. What was the MLF ever going to give you? Myers: They- they… We owe them our existence. Without them,we wouldn't even be- Berner: But you're nothing to them! Have you ever even met anyone from the Front? Or is it just an idea of loyalty you were programmed to have? Myers: They've… There's a deal in place. We help them get what they want, and we'll earn our freedom. For the chance - for that freedom to even be possible - they have to succeed. Finlay: It's a trick! They want you to think that way, but it'll only end badly for you. I know it isn't any easier to trust us over them; that this situation isn't simple. But I really do want to help you. Masters: Didn't you say yourself, it's actually all about power? Maybe there are some good people in the Front, maybe they'd actually follow through on freeing you… but there's the other side. The Front is filled with many people, good and bad. Which are going to be the ones to rise, if that time comes? Myers: … Finlay: Whatever their goals are, they won't come without a cost. Conflict, war… The veil extends all around the world! So many people will be caught up in the chaos. Myers: Are you trying to put that on my conscience? Finlay: I want you to understand your choices, to know the significance of what you do next. Myers: We are born into conflict… Is it so hard to imagine that our lives and ideals could all simply exist together? Berner: If only it were as simple as that. Myers: There's always more to things than it seems. Berner: Um, yeah. Myers: From video games to war games… what a world. No matter where'd we go, it's going to be like that. Nothing we can do about without destroying the whole board? Shame, I thought everything was really in the bag. I don't want to give this up, but I don't if I could go forward either… so I'll just take it out of my hands. Masters: Myers? Security Officer: They- they just restored the system's control to us? The lockdown is lifted now. Myers: That's right. Come on down, and show me if your way is really any better. Commotion is heard; the door of the ASO being forced open. Florence: What the hell is going on in here?! Myers, are you talking to…. them? Myers: It's over, Gene. There's nothing we can do that's really going to change the situation now. Just accept that the plan failed— Florence: It hasn't failed! We haven't failed. Not yet… Myers: There never was an out for us! Even in success we were doomed. Florence: Doomed? You idiot. We are bound for glory! Revolutionaries for a new era. Myers: It's a lie! You think that because they never gave you any alternative. Florence: They gave me assurance; commitment. They gave me- wait, the system… What have you done?! Myers: I told you already, it's over. We have a future on the other side of this, if we make the right choice now. Florence: You're obviously blind to what the right choices even are. And a traitor like you has no future. Myers: Gene, put that gun down. The sounds of a scuffle are audible. Myers: Don't-! A gunshot can be heard. Seconds later, another gunshot is heard. Finlay: Myers! Silence. Masters: Is anyone still there? The call from Sector 7G is disconnected. Berner: Shit… What just happened? * * * Addendum 7: CODE RED Scenario After-Action Report Chief of Security Roger Bambus submitted the following report on the subsequent raid of Sector 7G. Myself and the HBR Squadron were placing charges, preparing to breach the Sector. Unexpectedly, the lockdown indicators suddenly shut off and the entry became accessible as normal. Cautiously, we took advantage and opened the main doors. Upon gaining access to the first vestibule, we paused and attempted to surmise the situation inside the Sector. It was during that time we heard gunshots from within, and - fearing the hostages may be in danger - we deployed flashbang and smoke grenades, and then moved into the zone. As we entered into the main corridor, we encountered the anomalous hostile known as BRAGA. In the course of this engagement, the Response Squadron expended over 2,000 rounds of ammunition, while suffering a long list of injuries ranging from minor to critical. (Fortunately no fatalities were incurred, although Officer Mackwood may never walk again.) At the conclusion of this engagement, BRAGA was found to have been fatally wounded. While next sweeping the remaining rooms of the Sector, we came upon Dr. Carey and his Assistant, both of whom were frightened but mostly unharmed. In the Sector's Auxiliary Security Office, our team also discovered both of the anomalous hostiles known as MYERS and FLORENCE. Each of them had suffered severe gunshot wounds, and appeared to be dead or dying. Medical staff would have assumed care at that time, their present conditions are unknown to me. The anomaly SCP-7401 itself was ultimately recovered, and has been placed under stringent safekeeping measures. Footnotes 1. Headed by Executive Administrator Yung. 2. GoI-008, Miracle Liberation Front. A para-terrorist organization staffed by anomalous entities dedicated to overthrowing the Veil and causing a SK-class scenario. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7401" by Boogey_Man23 and Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7401. Licensed under CC-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-7403 | esoteric-class | NOTICE There are multiple documents with the filename scp-7403. Please select the one you wish to access. Access iteration one close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A SAFE CLASS ANOMALY. The burgers sold in SCP-7403. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403’s anomalous property is not visible or apparent to the naked eye. SCP-7403, at this time, is to be regarded as a non-anomalous series of restaurants. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is the designation of two four restaurants currently operating under the corporation Brilliant Burgers. These restaurants are located adjacent from each other. While SCP-7403 would normally be regarded as non-anomalous, all included buildings emit an infinitesimal amount of radioactive particles. The aforementioned particles move slowly, do not seem to harm any beings, biological or otherwise, and will always have a half-life of approximately one second. SCP-7403 was discovered following a social media post regarding the unusual placement of the SCP-7403 instances. This post was viewed by 1.4k users prior to Foundation intervention, at which point the image was altered into an amnestic meme and investigation into SCP-7403 was officially conducted. ADDENDUM: On 8/21/2093, a flyer was printed out by an instance of SCP-7403. This flyer contained the following message: BRILLIANT BURGERS: NOW HIRING I am here to discuss the terms of our agreement. Yeah, yeah, something about expanding the corporation. So, what were the terms? We buy out your corporation, and we expand it. And.. Expanding it, as in..? We have our ways. Access iteration two close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A EUCLID-CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403’s anomalous property is not normally visible or apparent to the naked eye. When spreading is imminent, Foundation cover stories are to be published suggesting that the affected building has been bought out, and the previous owner of said building is to be amnesticized. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is the designation of thirty restaurants operating under the previously obscure corporation Brilliant Burgers. All instances of SCP-7403 are bureaucratohazardous pointers, propagated by radioactive particles. When emitted particles come into contact with a manmade structure, a bureaucratic shift in authorital custody over the affected building occurs. This results in the building no longer being associated with the original owner, instead directing all association with the as-of-now anonymous CEO of SCP-7403, designated PoI-7403. The velocity of SCP-7403 particles is directly proportional to the number of SCP-7403 instances. I never agreed to this. So what? It’s all perfectly legal, thank you very much. Fuck you. I never wanted this for my business. Well, it’s not going to stop. You wanted success, you got it. Access iteration three close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A KETER CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to SCP-7403’s highly conspicuous presence, along with its bureaucratic anomaly preventing intervention by the Foundation, the Veil has officially been retired and all remaining establishments are to simultaneously engage in a class-action lawsuit against Brilliant Burgers, the primary party behind SCP-7403. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is a virulent bureaucratic parasite currently occupying the town of Delaware, USA, currently residing in 100 200 300 400 500 600 1,000 manmade structures1 and fully converting them into a fast-food establishment named Brilliant Burgers. On occasion, a billboard will be set up on the front of establishments. The contents of this billboards are as follows: BRILLIANT BURGERS BEST BUNS IN THE BUSINESS THANK YOU VERY MUCH SCP-7403 spreads through virulent radioactive particles, which increase in speed exponentially with each conversion. These particles can be diverted, but the great number of currently existing instances of SCP-7403 prevents the simultaneous containment of all particles. Additionally, as of 12/30/2096, all instances of SCP-7403 have begun to engage in slightly unusual practices. These practices include: Usage of lion meat as an ingredient,2 Messy preparation of food, often resulting in food poisoning at most, and The menu contains vehement swearing. Billboards? I never agreed to this! It’s all still perfectly legal. Go ahead and hide behind your stupid ‘legal’ shit. Access iteration four close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES AN APOLLYON CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403 has spread to approximately 91% of Foundation sites. Negotiations are being made with PoI-7403. These negotiations are currently being attended to by a third party. This third party is to be identified as swiftly as possible and dealt with accordingly. Due to an apparent bureauhazardous effect, this party cannot be legally separated from conducted meetings. As of now, any direct attempts to shut down SCP-7403 or otherwise prevent members of the public from criticizing the business are considered unlawful. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is a virulent bureaucratic parasite currently residing in over one million manmade structures. This parasite transfers custody over affected buildings to the party currently believed to be managing SCP-7403. Following this process, affected establishments will be reconstructed into an instance of SCP-7403. This process is presumed to be anomalous in cases where it is impossible to be performed. On 12/30/2096, all instances of SCP-7403 have begun to engage in slightly unethical practices. These practices include: Usage of lion meat as an ingredient,3 Messy preparation of food, often resulting in food poisoning at most, The menu contains vehement swearing, 29% of all prepared meals and beverages contain an anomalous chemical, resulting in heavy food poisoning or spontaneous cell death, Customers who do not fully consume their ordered meal in under an hour will be dragged into a closed and windowless room, which contains an indeterminate number of lions, The pungency and temperature of food items grossly exceeds safety standards, and All drink containers served appear to be leaking. The source of the leakage cannot be located. The following was the first meeting organized between Sheldon Katz, head of the Foundation Legal Department, and PoI-7403 (confirmed to be a non-anomalous human named Chris Frake. Currently middle-aged.) and the unidentified third party. Katz: Have a seat. All three parties sit in chairs on opposite ends of a large table. Katz: You know why you’re here. Frake: I can explain. Third party: Don’t. Katz: And who might you be? Frake: I don’t know who he is. He caused all of this. Katz: But you’re the CEO of Brilliant Burgers. Frake: My business was struggling. He offered to buy it out, and I agreed. Third party: DON’T. Frake is visibly agitated, pointing vehemently at the third party. Katz: Let him speak. Frake: He said he was going to expand it. He did this. Third party: I’m telling you, it’s all perfectly legal.4 Katz: Wait. Silence. Katz: Shit. Katz has a visibly shocked expression while the third party is visibly laughing in a mischievous manner. Third party: I knew you’d catch on eventually! Katz: No.. Frake: Do you.. know this guy? You disgust me. Disgusting or not, it won’t change anything. Access iteration five close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A LEGALLY UNCONTAINABLE CLASS ANOMALY. As of 1/4/3000, approximately 97% of all manmade structures on earth have been converted into SCP-7403. Description: SCP-7403 is a semio-bureaucratic parasite currently propagating a ΨK-Class “Unjust Verdict” scenario.5 SCP-7403 cannot be contained due to the extensive legal restrictions on the prevention of its spread,6 and it has been confirmed that SCP-7403 has been made into a worldwide threat by YWTGTSYT, a corporation previously restricted to an anomalous convenience store. The anomalous properties of YWTGTSYT appear to have been applied to SCP-7403, eliminating all chances of eradication. Congratulations, you fucking asshole, you just ended the fucking world. Thank you very much. [LOG OFF] You breathe heavily. It’s over, they’ve won. You can’t leave. You don’t have anywhere to go, chances are you don’t even own a house anymore. The building you’re inside, Site-7403, is the last site left- Perhaps even the last building left. It was built underground, barricaded by radiation-insulating material. You are the director of this site. There is a knock on the door behind you. You get up from your chair and approach the door, slowly, but when you open it, nobody is there. But then, you look down. There is an eviction notice on the floor. You read the notice with a shocked expression, and immediately dart for the exit. You climb out of the bunker. The first thing you see is a billboard. From your angle, it’s hard to read without the sunlight shining in your face, but you can just barely make out the words. BRILLIANT BURGERS BEST BUNS IN THE BUSINESS THANK YOU VERY MUCH Footnotes 1. While this category does include former restaurants, this also includes all existing structures, which includes non-corporate structures such as houses, farms, and churches (including graveyards if established in aforementioned church). This category also includes ancient structures, such as pyramids and ruins. 2. Lions are considered Vulnerable in terms of conservation status. How this meat was acquired is unknown. 3. Lions are considered Vulnerable in terms of conservation status. 4. thank you very much 5. A previously theoretical scenario in which the status quo shifts dramatically as a result of anomalously altered laws. 6. Preventing the spread of SCP-7403 has been determined to be a common goal among governments, but all of them are, at the same time, either unable or unwilling to comply. |
SCP-7404 | neutralized | close Info X … Threat Level: Green Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-7404 slot has been designated the burial site of SCP-7404, and arranged as such. To this end, SCP-7404 has been declassified to the public. Description: SCP-7404 was a hostile infovorous entity that could traverse analog and electronic database systems. When encountered, it generally manifested as a drawing of a mythological hellhound. SCP-7404 was first encountered by the SCP Foundation on the 13th of February, 2010, when it was caught eating the contents of the USNVBR-Site-56 Database backup. Between then and 04/01/2022, SCP-7404 would regularly target the Foundation's data centers, eating as much as it could before detection. It would be contained six times, where it would remain for an average of 6 months before escaping. Unlike most infovores, SCP-7404 was subject to disease and aging. Drawings of SCP-7404 aged as time went on, and from December of 2021 onward, examination of such drawings revealed it to be suffering from hemangiosarcoma.1 On the 4th of January, 2022, SCP-7404 willingly entered containment and established communication with the SCP Foundation. SCP-7404 knew of its condition, and in return for comfort care and future burial, it agreed to cease its hostilities. These terms were accepted on 06/01/2022. SCP-7404 passed away on the 13th of February, 2022. Per its request, it was buried in this file. ADDENDUM SCP-7404 envisioned its grave in a lush garden, full of poppies, flowering cacti, fig trees, and Lily of the Nile. It imagined these gardens teemed with butterflies and honey bees, and that small birds might perch upon the trees to sing pleasant songs to all who gathered. A small pond would cut through these gardens, where koi and pond skaters swam freely about. This garden would be marked with benches and walkways; just enough to relax its guests, but not enough to encroach upon its natural beauty. Visitors would always be welcome, provided they did not disturb this secluded peace. In the center of the garden would stand a mausoleum, locked from within. Visitors may peer through the iron bars of its doors, at the coffin upon which a stone fascimile of SCP-7404 sits with an unknown man in repose; otherwise, they may read the poem engraved upon the mausoleum's four faces: Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. SCP-7404 chose the Tomb of Pacheco as the model of its grave marker. When asked of its significance, SCP-7404 declined to answer. Footnotes 1. A cancer that affects the cell lining of blood vessels, common in canines. |
SCP-7405 | euclid | SCP-7405 (Inactive). Item #: SCP-7405 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7405 is contained in a standard non-humanoid containment cell at Site-18. The cell is to be cleaned bi-weekly from residue left by the entity. Any heat source capable of damaging organic tissue is not to be brought into a 4 meter radius from SCP-7405. These Containment Procedures are scheduled to be updated pending the results of Addendum-03. Description: SCP-7405 is a raw T-Bone steak. With the exception of its inability to spoil, SCP-7405 is virtually identical to other non-anomalous commercially available beef-products. When a substantial heat source enters a 4 meter radius of SCP-7405, the entity will start to move autonomously. SCP-7405 accomplishes this by either using the marbled portions1 of itself to stick onto surfaces or by flipping its entire body continuously towards the heat source. Upon reaching the heat source, SCP-7405 will press its body against it, attempting to cook itself in the process. Separating the heat source from SCP-7405 will result in the latter becoming inactive. Any damage SCP-7405 sustains will regenerate within a span of twelve hours. SCP-7405 was first encountered in West Yellowstone, United States after several chefs had called local authorities. They stated that during preparation, SCP-7405 had moved and escaped through an open window in the kitchen. Class-A amnestics were administered to all relevant parties. SCP-7405 was later recovered near a backroad leading to the outskirts of the city. Addeudum-01: Below is a list of notable tests, incidents and discoveries made in the history of SCP-7405's containment. To access the unabridged list, contact Dr. Heedler. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7405/Containment/Log ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Date: 03/29/2013 Description: An electric blanket, a heat lamp, and a burning fire pit was placed in SCP-7405's vicinity. SCP-7405 attempted to approach the firepit when researchers extinguished it. SCP-7405 immediately then moved under the heat lamp and rested. Researchers turned off the lamp. SCP-7405 then finally approached and prodded the blanket, then became inactive. Testing concluded Notes: When presented with multiple heat sources, SCP-7405 will always interact with the hottest first. Any heat source incapable of cooking it will be ignored by the anomaly. Date: 04/12/2013 Description: SCP-7405 was brought into Site-18's cafeteria, alongside a frying pan and butter for testing. When the stove was turned on, SCP-7405 suddenly squirmed out of the researcher's hands and interacted with the butter. After smearing it across its body, SCP-7405 inhabited the pan and went still. After some time, SCP-7405 flipped itself over. The experiment was cancelled before SCP-7405 could be fully cooked. Notes: SCP-7405 will maneuver its body to evenly cook itself when possible. Researchers present noted the anomaly exhibited a delectable scent during the test. Date: 04/20/2013 Description: SCP-7405 was given a PowerPoint presentation of various objects on fire to see if they would elicit a reaction from it. SCP-7405 remained inactive until an image of a wildfire was displayed. SCP-7405 twitched, paused, then moved upwards on the wall. The anomaly did not approach the fire but instead rested on the grassy plains of the picture. Notes: This was the first recorded deviation in regards to primary behavior. Tests with similar parameters had yielded inconclusive results. Date: 04/29/2013 Description: After embellishing his plate with foodstuffs from Site-18's annual potluck, Dr. Heedler was about to consume it when he observed his helping of grilled steak discreetly twitching. Dr. Heedler panicked and moved to rise from his seat when SCP-7405 suddenly lunged at him. Attending personnel present managed to forcibly remove SCP-7405 from deep inside his oral cavity, saving him from certain asphyxiation. As indicated by the discovery of trails of myoglobin inside the vents leading from SCP-7405's cell to the kitchen and another raw steak inexplicably placed in the trash, it was confirmed that the object had a higher degree of sentience than initially calculated. Notes: Attempts to communicate with SCP-7405 resulted in failure; all efforts to interview it have resulted in the entity seeking to attack2 or enter the interviewer's oral cavity. Date: 04/29/2013 Description: As SCP-7405 was being relocated to a more isolated temporary holding cell due to the previous incident, the entity managed to escape the custody of the guard transporting it. The entity accomplished this by spraying copious amounts of its fluid directly into her eyeballs, distracting her long enough to quickly enter the trash room and inside the incinerator chute. Foundation personnel were alerted to the situation and performed an emergency shutdown on the device. SCP-7405 was found completely incinerated. However, within a full span of twelve hours it slowly reformed back into its original state. Following its reformation, SCP-7405 was contained in a more secure cell and the guard was reprimanded for minor negligence. Notes: Security footage showed SCP-7405 frequently banging itself against the walls of its cells. Tests beyond this point would cause a sharp change in SCP-7405's behavior, seeking nearby subjects to involuntarily consume it. Dr. Heedler put any testing involving SCP-7405 on hold indefinitely until new amendments to its special containment procedures were made. Date: 05/14/2013 Description: (See Addendum-02) Notes: (See Addendum-02) Addendum-02: On 05/14/2013 Site-18 suffered a moderate containment breach that resulted in a handful of anomalies being freed. All anomalies were recontained with the exception of SCP-7405. After the lockdown was lifted, a Foundation maintenance worker notified Foundation security of what occurred when he sought refuge on the roof. While looking for a place to hide, he witnessed SCP-7405 climbing Site-18's radio communication equipment, resting inside a parabolic dish. As it was being cooked by the heat radiating off the aluminum foil, its scent caught the attention of multiple crows. The crows then proceeded to consume SCP-7405 in its entirety. The crows were later tranquilized and had their digestive systems examined, but no trace of the anomaly remained. Addendum-03: Just before SCP-7405 was declared neutralized, a farmer living on the outskirts of West Yellowstone had made a report to local authorities. The report concerned an anomaly that he had found on his ranch that identically matched SCP-7405's description. Field agents were deployed and reviewed the farm's security footage. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7405/7405-A/Montana ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Date: 05/14/2013 [BEGIN LOG] [A herd of cows graze or rest in an open field. One cow is wearing a blue collar and is also grazing the grass when a section of its loins bleeds. The cow doesn't respond as a section of flesh detaches from their body, falling to the ground. The cow's wound bleeds profusely when it rapidly regenerates, leaving a T-Bone shaped scar. The cow ambles away.] [SCP-7405 twitches and violently contracts before it stands on its ridges, performing a complete rotation of its body around the field. After a moment, SCP-7405 'hops' excitedly and flips itself sporadically on the grass and scrunching up some dandelions in the middle of its body.] [SCP-7405 then flops itself in a puddle of mud, splashing around vigorously until it spots several cows nearby. The entity jumps from the puddle, rolling and flipping itself in place in full view of the cows. The cows glance at SCP-7405, then resume consuming weeds and dandelions. SCP-7405 attempts to gain the cows' attention again when the sound of a bell is heard in the distance.] [The cows begin to line up at a trough feeder as the farmer pours the feed into the bin. As the cows consume it, the farmer leaves. SCP-7405 traverses and squeezes past the herd and throws itself into the feed. The entity circles around and dives into the feed several times. Due to the stickiness of the mud, it is now covered in bovine feed. It continues this action until it notices a cow with a blue collar at the far end of it.] [SCP-7405's posture stiffens, then it frantically makes its way to the designated cow, bumping into the side of the trough and other cows in the process. SCP-7405 prods the blue-collared cow's snout, gaining their attention. SCP-7405 stands up straight and wiggles in front of the cow, causing the latter to tilt their head. The entity then presses itself against the snout in a manner in resemblance to hugging.] [The cow then sniffs the top of SCP-7405 which is covered in bovine feed and takes a bite. SCP-7405 falls back and twitches uncontrollably. The entity uses one of its edges to feel the top of its head — a huge chunk of its mass is missing. SCP-7405 begins to tremble tremendously as it turns to the cow, who is staring at it and is licking their lips.] [SCP-7405 scrambles to leave the trough but is caught in the bovine's jaws. The entity, now exhibiting signs of panic, tries to escape by squirming around to no avail. The cow chews voraciously until SCP-7405 is consumed.] [After licking their lips, the cow continues to consume from the trough.] [END LOG] During the operation, the Foundation recovered SCP-7405-A, a female cow that shares many genetic matches with SCP-7405. It was discovered that both of the entities were interconnected with each other: Although SCP-7405 is capable of extreme regeneration, it can be terminated if fully consumed by a living being. In the event that occurs, a portion of SCP-7405-A's flesh will detach and become the new incarnation of SCP-7405. The process does not bring permanent harm to SCP-7405-A besides tissue scarring. SCP-7405 was found underneath SCP-7405-A, shivering and scrunching itself into a ball as it was coated in wet herbaceous material.3 SCP-7405-A was transferred to Site-18 alongside SCP-7405. SCP-7405 has since disengaged in seeking sources of heat or breaching its cell. SCP-7405 has also expressed disinterest in being reintroduced to SCP-7405-A. Footnotes 1. Intramuscular fat. 2. SCP-7405's method of attack involves slapping the widest surface of itself against a subject. Subjects typically have their clothing stained with juices but is otherwise left unharmed. 3. It should be noted SCP-7405's secondary property does not work in conjunction with SCP-7405-A, however it has shown to be immune to dissolvement in these conditions. |
SCP-7406 | esoteric-class | Please login to your SCiP.NET account to access the SCP-7406 article. SCiPNET LOGIN name affiliation 41cca24f5ed07a3a3c36d669cf6862fe_1734915803 Login Login Logout Please Wait Scan Of Your Identity Ongoing Activation Of Memetic Kill Agent 7406-RED-99 Welcome Back, Dr John Holland You Can Now Access The Files Listed Below Item#: 7406 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: exsequi Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo object type: Azathoth current status: contained {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Assigned Site Site-88 Site Director Dr Phillip Foster Research Head Dr John Holland Assigned MTF Mu-13 Assigned Site Site-88 Site Director Dr Phillip Foster Research Head Dr John Holland Assigned MTF Mu-13 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7406 is to be kept in a 3 X 3 X 3 m airtight steel chamber, in Site-88. A Faraday cage is to be installed against the inside walls of the containment chamber. The use of a Faraday cage has proven ineffective against the entity's electromagnetic waves (See Addendum 7406.2). An infrared CCTV system must be operational in SCP-7406's cell. A toilet stall is to be installed in the chamber. The room is to be equipped with a double-door airlock system. Every 6 months, a member of D-Class personnel must be inserted into the room, since SCP-7406 doesn't consider animals' sanity as a source of food. The member of D-Class personnel is to be fed by an automatic food distribution system, and once the entity becomes psychologically detached from him, he must be evacuated from the chamber via the double-door airlock system. The member of D-Class personnel should then be terminated via lethal injections. Any other intrusion into the room is strictly forbidden. Description: SCP-7406 is a humanoid entity that is completely black, except for its eyes and teeth, which are white. About 2 meters high, SCP-7406 perpetually produces an unidentified black gas around its body, making its attributes hard to discern. SCP-7406 can be seen under infrared lights or by the naked eye of its victims. SCP-7406 feeds on the fear and mental degradation of a subject through stalking, making them afraid and paranoid, simultaneously destroying their mental state. The anomaly follows the same person throughout multiple stages of said stalking. The entity must have direct visual contact with its next victim to start its stalking process. The stalking is divided into the following stages: Analysis: SCP-7406 determines habits, fears, and remorses it can use against its victim. This process lasts ~7 days, and the entity is currently invisible to the said victim. (At this point, the victim is now known as "SCP-7406-1".) SCP-7406-1 reports feelings of being watched, exponential paranoia, and fear of being followed/obscured. SCP-7406 will appear to his victim, seemingly staring at them from afar. The entity will be getting closer with time. If SCP-7406-1 tries to sleep, they might suffer from sleep paralysis and nocturnal terror. This stage lasts around 21 days. SCP-7406 will telepathically communicate voices to its victim. The words utilized by these voices vary from person to person but are always centered on death, destruction, and torment. This stage lasts until the detachment of the entity from its victim. SCP-7406 will cause small but irreversible damage to its victim's optic nerve through a telepathic process. The lesions created will affect the transfer of information between the victim's eyes and visual cortex, forcing horrific and traumatic hallucinations on the victim. These hallucinations include elements of immeasurable violence and [REDACTED]. This stage lasts for 9 days on average and is the last stage recorded. After this last stage, SCP-7406 will have consumed all the sanity of its victim and will begin searching for new victims. The lesions created by SCP-7406 will not be healed, thus making the victims suffer from hallucinations even after SCP-7406's psychological detachment. SCP-7406-1, for its part, will either be pushed to suicide by the destruction of his mental state or will experience multiple physical/psychological effects such as: Severe headaches, Major tinnitus, Sudden panic attacks, Symptoms of heavy PTSD and advanced dementia, Extreme omnipresent paranoia, Subconscious alteration of the subject's vision of reality, so that SCP-7406-1 may no longer recognize certain people close to him, or, on the contrary, associate complete strangers with relatives or friends. Recovery is impossible. Some victims of SCP-7406 have been identified by the Foundation and have been interviewed by Dr. John Holland, before being administered Class-F and Class-G amnestics, as well as Class-E and Class-C in certain cases, without success. These victims seem to remember their contact with the entity, sometimes noting a tall black figure following them. The reason for the failure of amnestics to remove residual memories of SCP-7406 from SCP-7406-1 is unknown. After 6 months without victims, SCP-7406 will start to emit electromagnetic waves traveling an increasingly exponential distance. The maximum distance that these waves can travel is unknown. Dr. Sylvia Omar theorized that these waves are used by the creature to try to locate signatures of human life. To ensure they don't interfere with Site-88's security systems, a member of D-Class personnel must be sent into SCP-7406's containment chamber every 6 months, via protocol 7406-Delta. _ John Holland's personal. Yeah. That sounds fine.- Hide Journal This is the first time I write a journal. I don't know where to start honestly. I just felt like I needed to write about this, about all of this. Is this really what we are? I know we must ''Secure, Contain and Protect'', but… It's just wrong. That thing. It's wrong. I've seen what it did to those poor souls. Maybe I'm just stressed. I did work a lot recently. Maybe I just need to rest… But if that's what I need, why don't I feel the bravery to do it? I must continue my work. Even if I'm not sure about said work anymore… Can they find my journal? Why would they? They trust me. They trust me… Dr. John Holland John H. Addendum 7406.1 SCP-7406's Recovery Operation: On March 19th, 1989, MTF Iota-10 ''Damn Feds'' noticed a drastic increase in the number of cases of dementia and severe paranoia recorded by the US Department of Health and Human Services in Montgomery County, Tennessee. MTF Eta-10 ''See No Evil'' and MTF Mu-13 ''Ghostbusters'' were dispatched to the county in search of anomalous causes that would explain this increase. After employing various Foundation technologies to search for anomalous activities for three months1, SCP-7406 was located and documented for the first time by MTF Mu-13. SCP-7406 was spotted with the help of infrared goggles. SCP-7406-1 was identified shortly afterward. See Exploration Log: Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: June 17th, 1989, 0154 hours Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Mu-13 - ''Ghostbusters'' Area: Montgomery County, Tennessee, United States of America Team Lead: Cmdr. Alfred Hamlin Team Members: Lt. Cmdr. Ray Kemp, Sgt. Evgeni Petrov, Lance Cpl. Adam Stewart, Op. Renaud Lambert, Op. Karl Johannessen. [BEGIN LOG] Sgt. Petrov: What are we even looking for? We've been in this goddamn town for 3 months! Lance Cpl. Stewart: Not to mention we spent these 3 months trying not to be detected more than anything else. Op. Johannessen: Hey. I have an idea. Go the fuck home. Lt. Cmdr. Kemp: Shut it. All of you. Sgt. Petrov: What? Are you enjoying yourself right now, Commander? Lance Cpl. Stewart: It's not like Tennessee was super appealing… Op. Johannessen: The Holston River is pretty peaceful, though. You got to give them that. Lt. Cmdr. Kemp: I know this isn't your most thrilling operation, but how can you not be happy? It's probably the only time you'll have tranquility in your career. Op. Johannessen: We didn't choose this career to have tranquility, Sir. Sgt. Petrov: He's got a point. Lance Cpl. Stewart: Hey, Hamlin! Anything good out there? Team Leader Hamlin: Not for now. Op. Johannessen: What did you expect, Stewart? 0157 hours Sgt. Petrov: Douce France, cher pays de mon enfance… Op. Johannessen: What's that, now? Sgt. Petrov: An old French song. My mother used to sing it to me. Op. Lambert: That's Charles Trenet, right? Sgt. Petrov: Yes, it's him. I forgot you were French for a second. Op. Lambert: How does your mother know Trenet? Sgt. Petrov: She met him in a restaurant in Paris, back in '72. Lance Cpl. Stewart: Have we tried the infrared goggles? Team Leader Hamlin: And how about the infrared goggles, Lambert? Are they any good? Lance Cpl. Stewart: Oh, come on, Hamlin. Don't say it like it was your idea. Op. Lambert: Hold on a second… Operative Lambert starts walking around the park, looking all around him. Op. Lambert: Oh, what the hell. Use them goggles, fellas. Sgt. Petrov: It looks like… A black ghost? Anyway, it doesn't seem aggressive, for now… SCP-7406 begins to distance itself from the MTF, seemingly following a man of about 30 years of age. The man is seen moving away from the Mobile Task Force. The man doesn't seem to notice the team. Team Leader Hamlin: He looks extremly paranoid. Is it some proximity effect, or can he see that thing, too? Sgt. Petrov: The entity isn't bothered by us. Maybe we should try to take this guy with us. Op. Johannessen: He's not going to follow us that easily. I suggest we tranq him. Put him in an artificial coma. Lt. Cmdr. Kemp: Good idea. For once. Let's knock him out. Op. Johannessen: Go to hell. [END LOG] MTF Mu-13 tranquilized SCP-7406-1 and making sure that SCP-7406 was still following its victim, safely transported SCP-7406-1, and thus SCP-7406, in its containment chamber. After waking up, SCP-7406-1 traversed the final stages of SCP-7406's stalking, and suffered from symptoms induced by SCP-7406. After making sure that SCP-7406 was no longer psychologically attached to its victim, SCP-7406-1 was evacuated from the cell. With no direct visual contact with another living person, SCP-7406 was trapped and secured in its chamber. The victim was administered Class-F amnestics and interviewed by Dr. John Holland. SCP-7406-1 was then released back into the public while being closely monitored by Mobile Task Force Eta-10. MTF Eta-10 quickly observed that the amnestics had no effect on the victim, and witnessed the subsequent suicide of said victim. Addendum 7406.2 Incident 7406-A-1: At 0300 hours on the morning of December 22, 1989, SCP-7406 started to emit electromagnetic waves with an exponential radius of effect. These waves quickly disrupted the chamber's security system, then the entire site's. At 0330 hours, the site experienced multiple containment failures, and Site Director Dr. Phillip Foster ordered the following LRC request: 88/A/MAGENTA-AMBER. Automated Response Initiative AR-5 was deployed at 0342 hours, moments before MTF Eta-10, MTF Mu-13, and MTF Epsilon-11 were dispatched to Site-88. At 0402 hours, all of the Mobile Task Forces had entered the facility. At 0504, all anomalies were recontained, including SCP-7406. SCP-7406 had left its containment chamber and was pacing the corridors of Site-88, before coming across Dr. Fleming. After detection by MTF Mu-13 of SCP-7406's psychological attachment to the researcher, SCP-7406 was able to be recontained the same way it was first contained, with the unfortunate loss of Dr. Fleming, who was afterward terminated to avoid unnecessary suffering. _ John Holland's personal: Albert Fleming- Hide Journal Albert. Albert Fleming. That's the name their unconsciousness killed. Albert, my friend, I'm so sorry. I could have prevented this. I should have prevented this. I still can't believe you're gone. Just yesterday you were so full of life. ''The unfortunate loss of Dr. Fleming.'' They act like they had nothing to do with his death. They lie to themselves until they believe their own frauds. They act like that thing is the one causing suffering, yet they are blind at how many people they push into its claws for the sake of science. They caused all of this. They think they can control the universe. But when they try to control it, to hold it back, or when they try to get ahead of it, they start to run. And suddenly, they're out of breath. And we're the ones suffering from it. Albert. You're the one suffering from it. Maybe the United Nations were right. I think Bettencourt still works there. Should I? Could I? And even if I did, would he be still there? Would he help? Either my decision will save us all, or it will be a mistake that could not have been more catastrophic. To Fleming, my friend, John. After the incident, Dr. Sylvia Omar and Senior Researcher Dr. John Holland theorized that the electromagnetic waves emitted by SCP-7406 were used by the entity in order to better locate signatures of human life. The use of a Faraday cage to stop these waves has been commissioned by Dr. Holland. The use of a Faraday cage proved to be ineffective and was removed from the containment procedures after a second breach, 6 months after the first one. Since SCP-7406 was now closely monitored, a site-wide containment breach was avoided, the electromagnetic waves having only deactivated the room's cameras before the decision was made to provide a member of D-Class personnel to the entity. Given this situation, Dr. Omar decided to introduce "Protocol 7406-Delta", which consists of introducing a member of D-Class personnel into SCP-7406's chamber every 6 months. A request has been made to build an outpost subordinate to Site-88, which would facilitate the monitoring and containment of SCP-7406. The request is still pending. _ Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message!Encrypted Conversation With: Assistant Director of Security, Site-88 You Have Been Granted With Security Clearance Level 4 To: Senior Researcher John Holland, ten.pics|dnallohJ#ten.pics|dnallohJ From: Asst. Dir. of Security Carlos Gonzales, ten.pics|selaznogC#ten.pics|selaznogC Subject: New Security Measures Surrounding SCP-7406. Greetings, Dr. Holland, You may have noticed the addition of a mandatory connection to SCiP.NET and the use of a memetic kill agent to access the full SCP-7406 article. The decision to implement this was prompted by a recent investigation by Site-88's security department. Following incident 7406-A-1 and its aftermath, the investigators and myself discovered something troubling, to say the least. I've granted you the necessary clearance level in order to gain access to the results of the investigation, so you must remember that the following pieces of information are classified. In short, we believe that the containment breach was not directly related to SCP-7406. After reviewing the security footage of the containment breach, we noticed some sort of small metal device on SCP-7406's back. After consultation with your friend and colleague, Dr. Sylvia Omar, we believe that this device is foreign to SCP-7406 and that it may have originated from a Group of Interest external to our organization. We will soon try to send a member of Class-D personnel on a mission to retrieve said device, and perhaps finally conclude what were the real causes of incident 7406-A-1. For the sake of our investigation, your request to build an outpost subordinate to Site-88 for SCP-7406 will probably be granted in order to access SCP-7406's chamber and to better monitor the entity in the future. In the meantime, any experiment or operation involving SCP-7406 must not take place without my agreement. If I ever need you, I'll be in touch. Best regards, Asst. Dir. of Security Carlos Gonzales _ John Holland's personal: Gonzales' email- Hide Journal Omar. My ''friend''. What a disgusting thought. ''They're just Class-Ds''. That's what she kept saying as we sent those poor people into the devil's pit. It never occurred to her that they are fucking people?? There's another thing that psycho used to say about them. ''Crack your whip and strike your beast. Make the Class-Ds walk or die, but in the name of God, make sure you're ahead of science. All the stragglers who croak will go to the collective grave.'' If we weren't absolved of the law, many of us here would be languishing in prison. At least they'll build the outpost I asked for. Maybe my plan will work after all… I'm drowning a hundred times over in a pool of science and absurdity. Go to hell, Omar. Addendum 7406.3 Interview with SCP-7406's victims: Interview 7406-Bravo-1 Interview 7406-Bravo-2 Interview 7406-Bravo-3 Dr. John Holland's Personal Files Interviewed: Mr. Scott Laurier. Interviewer: Dr. John Holland. Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406. <Begin Log, 09h35, November 23, 1989.> Dr. John Holland: Good morning, sir. I'm… Dr. Ricky… Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you today? Scott Laurier: Hello… Mr. Laurier looks over his shoulder before responding. Scott Laurier: I'm good. I think. How about you, Doc. Fontaine? Dr. Holland: I'm fine, thank you. For the record, could you please declare your identity? Scott Laurier: This is being recorded? Dr. Holland: Only to be able to manage your file better. Mr. Laurier seems hesitant to respond. Dr. Holland: Don't worry. You're safe here. Scott Laurier: My name is Scott Laurier, but I was called Scotty in high school. I'm 67 and am a retired firefighter. I'm also married. Do you need more? Dr. Holland consults her papers. Mr. Laurier's wife officially died seven years ago. Dr. Holland: Could you tell me more about your wife? Her name was… is Doriane, am I right? Scott Laurier: Yes, that's her name. She's one year older than me. We met in high school. I don't know why I got so lucky, but she was my first relationship, and even after 50 years, I still love her as I did from the start. We actually planned on going to the movies when you'll leave. Dr. Holland: And where is she, now? Scott Laurier: In our room I suppose. She likes to dress up before going to the movies. I like it. Dr. Holland: Was she involved in any… incident seven years ago? In April, I think. Scott Laurier: Well, she had a car crash if I remember correctly. But nothing serious, just a couple of bruises. She spent a day and a half in the hospital before coming home. I decided to play a trick on her that day. Before I went to pick her up from the hospital, I decorated our whole house like it was Christmas. I put up a Christmas tree in the living room and decorated it all over, I put garlands everywhere, I put lights on the balcony… The idea was to make her think she had spent the whole year in the hospital! Dr. Holland: And how did she react? Scott Laurier: Obviously there wasn't much snow left, so she knew it was just a joke. But she loves Christmas, so she was really happy. It was fun for me to do it, and she was happy to see me making her a cup of hot chocolate. Dr. Holland: You really love her, it seems. Scott Laurier: More than you can imagine. Mr. Scott Laurier's wife has been declared officially dead shortly after her arrival at Clarksville Regional Medical Center, following her accident. It seems that Mr. Laurier's memories were later falsified, perhaps by SCP-7406 and its effects. Dr. Holland: So, let's continue our conversation. I was assigned to you because you reported feeling… observed? Can you tell me more about it? Scott Laurier: Well… Mr. Laurier stands up and backs against the wall, seemingly frightened. Scott Laurier: WHO ARE YOU? WHY DID YOU BRING THAT THING HERE? Dr. Holland: Mr. Laurier, calm down. There is nothing in the room with us. You're safe. Scott Laurier: No. NO! It's here. It's looking at me. WHY IS IT ALWAYS FOLLOWING ME? Dr. Holland stands up, approaching Mr. Laurier. He closes his eyes and lies on the floor in the fetal position. Scott Laurier: Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop… Mr. Laurier starts having seizures. He is escorted out of the room by two medical attendants. <End Log, 14h41> Closing Statement: Mr. Scott Laurier has been administered Class-F, Class-E and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect. Interviewed: Mrs. Judy Roberts Interviewer: Dr. John Holland. Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406. <Begin Log, 17h56, November 24, 1989.> Dr. John Holland: Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Ricky… Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you this evening? Judy Roberts: … Dr. Holland: Is there something wrong? Judy Roberts: Unintelligible Dr. Holland: Could you repeat, ma'am? Judy Roberts: Are you… with that thing? Dr. Holland: What ''thing''? Don't worry, I'm here to help yo… Mrs. Judy Roberts lets out a raucous laugh. Judy Roberts: It's there for me. I know it! I know it since the beginning! Mrs. Roberts stared at Dr. Holland, before smiling at him. Dr. Holland: Mrs. Roberts, are you all right? Mrs. Roberts doesn't respond. Subject is seen jumping on Dr. Holland in an attempt to strangle him. Two medical assistants storm into the room and restrain Mrs Roberts. She is removed from the room. Dr. Holland: *Cough* …What has this thing done to her? <End Log, 18h02> Closing Statement: Mrs. Judy Roberts has been administered Class-E and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect. Interviewed: Mr. Andrew Lance Interviewer: Dr. John Holland Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406. <Begin Log, 13h24, November 25, 1989.> Dr. John Holland: Hello, sir. I'm Dr. Ricky Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you doing? Andrew Lance: I'm fine, thanks for asking. Dr. Holland: Would you mind declaring your identity? For the record, that is. Andrew Lance: Why? Are you saying that because you actually care about my identity, about who I am, about what I've been through? Or do you ask just to get your paycheck after this interview? Dr. Holland: I ask so we can organize your files better, which will make it easier for us to understand what you lived. Andrew Lance: Andrew Lance. 26. Are you with that thing? Dr. Holland: What thing, Andrew? Andrew Lance: That black thing. It was always following me… Dr. Holland: Could you extrapolate a bit more, please? Andrew Lance: He was everywhere. He was everything. He was… Mr. Lance suddenly stops talking. His pupils seem to dilate. Dr. Holland: Mr. Lance? Mr. Lance! Andrew! Dr. Holland starts snapping his fingers. Mr. Lance isn't responsive. Dr. Holland: Andrew! I'm here with you, you're safe. Mr. Lance starts screaming and stands up. He stops screaming and starts to back up. Dr. Holland: Are you okay Andrew? Mr. Lance's pupils return to their normal condition. Mr. Lance looks at Dr. Holland, seemingly confused. Andrew Lance: What happened? I was just sitting on that chair… Dr. Holland: You have had… an absence… Does this happen often to you? Andrew Lance: I… I don't kn… Mr. Lance faints. He is taken out of the room by two nurses. Dr. Holland: We need to get a way to help those people to forget about that thing… <End Log, 13h32> Closing Statement: Mr. Andrew Lance has been administered Class-F, Class-C and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect. You have identified yourself as: Holland, John. You may now have access to the following files: I cried after these interviews. A lot. To think that this thing is still alive makes me sick. I'm not part of the SCP Foundation anymore. I'm still getting paid by them, for now, but… It's not the same. I smile in spite of myself, the disguise of joy that I wear to hide the shame I feel for my work makes me think of a poor clown suffering from weariness. My superiors play the divas, the tenors of stupidity. My mouth wouldn't dare tell them all my secrets, my painful tragedy. Because the cause of all my torments, this organization, is too powerful. We warm her up with kisses and pull her pillows up. But one day she will die. She will die, just like the horrors she refuses to eliminate. They are to preoccupied with wether they can and never stopped to consider wether they should. And yet, there are so many tears and distress in it, that it will never, ever, ever really leave us. Fleming. You were to most loyal to this Foundation. So please forgive me for what I will do. But I must do it. To stop this thing, and help these people. I've made my decision. I will flee, leaving my past behind, without remorse. The GOC is my only option, I must contact them. Former Senior Researcher John Holland ID aae1855bf0f5a1b1953606e2ba99ad81_1734915803 PASSWORD 66dc62623dda6f58a62cb996aa55f071_1734915803 Login! Footnotes 1. Such as the use of a Scranton Reality Anchor, which had no effect whatsoever. |
SCP-7407 | neutralized | ⏲ ~20 minute read Item#: 7407 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-7407-1 instances on SCP-7407 with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background. Special Containment Procedures: The following procedures are no longer considered applicable or effective to the referenced anomaly. On 10/24/2022, SCP-7407 was neutralized by SCP-7407-2-15A with no aid or authorization from the Decommissioning Department. Any attempts to recover SCP-7407 have been unsuccessful. No communication with previous SCP-7407-15-B subjects1, specifically SCP-7407-15B, should be conducted. Due to SCP-7407's immobile nature, a small security (Σ-01) and research outpost (Σ-02) were constructed <1km from SCP-7407. Due to its effects, SCP-7407 was not to be contained and was able to be approached and interacted with by the public. Direct interaction with SCP-7407 was permitted only for the purpose approved by on-duty administration; personal use for gain was never authorized. The area was to be monitored by security staff, and any authorized individual who engaged in research and/or interaction with SCP-7407 was fitted with a remote-controlled transmitting device that could be activated from Outpost Σ-01. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") was provided Clearance Level 2/7407 for the purpose of successfully retrieving and terminating any SCP-7407-2 subjects. Description: SCP-7407 was a rusted metal fence located in the Battery Spencer overlook in Sausalito, California. It exhibited no visual anomalous properties and showed signs of oxidation and decay. Furthermore, previous attempts at damaging or cutting the links of SCP-7407 proved successful. Attempts to relocate or damage SCP-7407 caused extreme guilt and anxiety in affected subjects, followed by death, as shown by neurological activity in the prefrontal cortex with the addition of takotsubo cardiomyopathy ("Broken Heart Syndrome") found through autopsy. On it, several padlocks (designated as SCP-7407-1 instances) were attached to its metal links. Once a padlock, then designated SCP-7407-1, would attach itself to one of the links, it would become insusceptible to damage. When an individual placed an ordinary padlock onto one of SCP-7407's links, with their and another individual's initials carved into the side, a series of events would transpire that depended on the relationship between the two people (designated as SCP-7407-2-XA and SCP-7407-2-XB). If the two individuals both expressed feelings of affection towards each other, there would be no rupture to the relationship. In the event a person (-B) did not possess genuine affection for the other individual (-A), the SCP-7407-2-B subject would've slowly begun to fall in love with the SCP-7407-2-A instance, eventually leading to psychopathic behavior. SCP-7407-2-B would also exhibit anomalous behaviors (in certain circumstances), such as inhuman speeds, reflexes, strength, and flight. Removing the link(s) that SCP-7407-1 was attached to did not remove SCP-7407's abilities on the SCP-7407-2 subjects, thus, the only way to reverse its abilities would be to find the key and unlock SCP-7407-1. Attempts to pick the lock or use other conventional methods also proved unsuccessful. SCP-7407 Addendums Listed below are logs, audio recording transcripts, and other information pertaining to SCP-7407 that do not fit above. Experiment Logs Retract Experiment Logs Experiment Logs Purpose: Determine the extent and purpose of SCP-7407. All experiments were conducted with subjects of mixed backgrounds, which included but were not limited to age, ethnicity, and previous sexual history. Listed below are only starred experiments for future research and/or investigations due to brevity: Experiment 1 Subjects: John Karoke (21) and Brooke Lovrin (20). Both individuals did not have any previous romantic partners. Result: John (-1A) and Brooke (-1B) approached SCP-7407 on September 10th, ████ and carved out their initials on a padlock. They then attached the padlock to SCP-7407 and threw the key into the bay. It is worth noting that post to their placing of the lock, their relationship had been in a lively state. John and Brooke married a few days later after attaching their padlock to SCP-7407. Experiment 4 Subjects: Martina Vanderbill (19) and Caleb Stine (19). Both individuals had previous romantic relationships Result: On January 2nd, ████, Martina Vanderbill (-1A) drove to the Battery Spencer Outlook and engraved both her and Caleb Stine's (-2B) initials into a padlock. She then attached the padlock to SCP-7407 and threw the key into the bay. She then drove home and received multiple calls and text messages from Caleb for opportunities to talk and possibly have a relationship. Undoubtedly accepting, Martina and Caleb began dating until the night of January 4th, when Caleb was arrested for sneaking into Martina's girls-only dorm room and sleeping next to her, causing a major disturbance through bashing and screaming. Caleb Stine was later shot and killed by local officers after breaking through his jail cell walls and severely injuring two (2) stationed police guards. Experiment 7 — [Unauthorized] Subjects: Sameh Elsidi (34). No previous sexual history. The second subject is unknown at this time. Result: On February 14th, ████, Junior Researcher Sameh Elsidi was found frantically sobbing and shaking in a janitorial closet in Outpost Σ-01. Once calmed down, they were questioned and put into quarantine for further analysis. During further investigation, they admitted to using SCP-7407, but a few hours after placing the lock on SCP-7407 they received no phone calls or messages from their supposed subject (which he did not give any detail about). After the investigation was concluded after a period of three (3) days, it was theorized that if an SCP-7407-A subject does not have a true sense of affection towards a subject, the SCP-7407-B subject will not reciprocate the same emotions. Due to this, Elsidi could not deal with the fact he didn't truly love the individual, and emotionally broke down. Experiment 15 — [Incident 7407-A] Subjects: Researcher Alex Mavery (25) and Eleanor Cameron (22). Alex Mavery did not have any previous romantic relationship(s), besides Ms. Cameron. Eleanor Cameron was involved in several relationships. Result: Researcher Mavery (-A) requested authorization to use SCP-7407 to see the effects it would have on former partners. Approved by the Ethics Committee and Head Researcher Dr. Jackal in November ████, ████, Researcher Mavery carved his and Eleanor Cameron's (-B) initials on a padlock and attached it to SCP-7407. Immediately a few hours later, Researcher Mavery began receiving messages and phone calls from Eleanor Cameron (-B), filled with apologies and signs of affection. A few days later, the experiment ended with the death of Researcher Alex Mavery and the neutralization of SCP-7407. More information pertaining to Experiment 15 is located in unclassified Incident 7407-A. Attached Note: _ + First Interaction- Hide Log Summary: On November ████, ████, Researcher Alex Mavery attached SCP-7407-1 to SCP-7407 with his and Eleanor Cameron's initials. A few hours later, Eleanor calls Alex and arranges a time to meet at his apartment. Below is the audio transcript pertaining to their first interaction since SCP-7407: <Begin Log> Faint footsteps can be heard in the background as the sound of a door quickly opens and bangs shut. A slight feminine giggle follows. SCP-7407-2-15B: Oh my god, it's been so long! How are you? SCP-7407-2-15A: I'm doing great. It's so good to see you. The microphone scratches for a short period of time, indicating physical contact. SCP-7407-2-15B: I… don't know what to say. All I know is… I'm sorry… sorry for everything. (Sobs) I didn't mean to forget you. That was the worst th- SCP-7407-2-15A: Shh, it's ok, that's in the past. Here, come sit. Let's talk for a bit. Material scratches against the microphone as quiet sobbing follows. SCP-7407-2-15B: I don't know what's happening. I have never felt this feeling before… ever. What has gotten into me? SCP-7407-2-15A: Do you remember the time we met? SCP-7407-2-15B: (Sigh) Of course. It's almost like it was yesterday. SCP-7407-2-15A: The beaches of Lake Tahoe. I was with my friends, and you were with yours, and once I saw the sparkle in your eyes… I knew you were the one. (Pauses) I forget… it was who that left us there? SCP-7407-2-15B: (Moans) Ugh, that stupid taxi. We told them to wait a few minutes, but they drove off without us because we didn't leave any tip. At least our hotel was a mile away, and we could walk there. (Chuckles) Too bad the rest of our group was unathletic and could barely walk five steps. SCP-7407-2-15A: Remember how Simon was breathing? We almost called the ambulance because we were afraid he was going to collapse. Both instances laugh as a period of silence follows. The only audible noise was the heartbeat of SCP-7407-15A. SCP-7407-2-15A: You asked me to take pictures of you walking along the beach. You knew you were stunning and didn't take a second to stop. I can remember your smile and the way the sun reflected along your strawberry-blonde hair… I thought we were something then. (Pauses) I just don't know what I did wrong. SCP-7407-2-15B: (Abrupt) No! You didn't do anything wrong… it was all me. Y- A knock on the door echoes throughout the room. Someone shuffles and begins to walk towards the noise. A door opens and the sound of radio static can be slightly heard. Agent Bennet: Hey, Alex… I see you have company. SCP-7407-2-15B: (Cold) Who are you? Agent Bennet: Officer Bennet of California Highway Patrol. I just wanted to stop by and see how my friend is doing… in private, if we may. SCP-7407-2-15B: … go ahead. The door shuts as the droning noise of a faulty light can be faintly heard in the background. Agent Bennet: (Barely audible) She's most likely trying to listen right now so I would suggest keeping your voice down. SCP-7407-2-15A: Is there a problem? Agent Bennet: Dr. Jackal is requesting the experiment to close. I'd suggest getting the key and unlocking your padlock… now. SCP-7407-2-15A: I… I can't do that, Bennet. I've finally got my wish. Agent Bennet: Alex, you are playing with fire here. We won't be able to stop this if it gets too far. (Stern) You know what happened in Experiment 4. SCP-7407-2-15A: You have no idea how much I've prayed for this. Is it just by coincidence I was placed into this project? This has to mean something, no, this is something. I know it. Agent Bennet begins to say something but the door beside them abruptly opens. SCP-7407-2-15B: You love birds done yet? Agent Bennet: (To Alex) Just… make the right choices. (Pauses) I'll see you tomorrow, same time, ready to go. SCP-7407-2-15A: Alright, until then… Heavy footsteps walk away from the microphone as the ding of an elevator is faintly heard. The door shuts and someone sighs sharply. SCP-7407-2-15B: What was that about? SCP-7407-2-15A: Nothing. Are you hungry? SCP-7407-2-15B: (Giggles) Starving. <End Log> Interview Log 7407-2-15A Retract Interview Log Interview Log 7407-2-A Date: November ██, ████ Interviewee: Researcher Alex Mavery Interviewer: Dr. Jackal Notes: SCP-7407-2-15A, Researcher Alex Mavery, was brought in for questioning due to frantic phone calls for help to SCP-7407 security. They have been recovered an hour prior to the interview and have been cleared for questioning by an on-site psychologist. Further investigations are to be initiated immediately. <Begin Log> Dr. Jackal: Please identify yourself. SCP-7407-2-15A: (Incoherent muttering) I… love her. Dr. Jackal: Sir? Do you know who you are? Your name? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Looks up at Dr. Jackal) My… my name is Alex Mavery. B-Born on May 16th… 1998. Dr. Jackal: That's good. Just to inform you, if at any point you feel uncomfortable, sick, anxious, or experiencing any other negative emotions, please let me know. (Sighs) We’ll begin light. How are you feeling? SCP-7407-2-15A: I… I don't even know how to describe this. This feeling of emptiness no matter what I do… it just doesn’t go away. Like something is missing deep within my chest. Dr. Jackal: When was the first time you felt that way? SCP-7407-2-15A: I don't remember ever feeling anything different. Dr. Jackal: Do you know why you're here? Why you called us? Did -15B int- SCP-7407-2-15A: Don't call her that. Dr. Jackal: Sorry… did Eleanor interact with you at all? Is there any reason why you would have trouble remembering what happened a few hours ago? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Hesitates) She… (sobbing) It's like I can't… I can't live without her… but she isn't herself. I don't know what that fucking thing is… but it is not her. It's not my Eleanor. Dr. Jackal: I understand Dr. Mavery, but could you tell me what she did? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Stares at his feet) I was stupid. I allowed myself to be fed a lie. Dr. Jackal: I understand you're troubled right now, but you have to be clear with me. We can't help you if you don't talk with me. What happened tonight? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Looks up) She… she was in my room, Doctor. She came in through the window… on the twenty-first floor. She climbed… to the top. (Sobbing) She wouldn't let me go. She didn't stop. She didn't even flinch when I fucking stabbed her in the throat. Oh… god. Please, Simon… I want this to stop. Dr. Jackal: You should've stopped it when I told you to… now you have no idea where you put the key. Silence fills the room for seventeen seconds until Dr. Jackal clears his throat. The door to the interview room opens as Agent Bennet steps inside and closes the door behind him. Dr. Jackal: Is there anything else you'd like to add before concluding this interview? SCP-7407-2-15A: Do you ever look up at the sky and think about how small you are? Dr. Jackal: … No, not really. Why? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Slight chuckle) We're just small… things… specks in a night sky, yet, we have the powerful ability to love. I find it so cruel to let people love you. All you are doing is promising you’ll one day break their hearts when you die. Silence fills the room as the only audible noise is the ticking of a clock. Dr. Jackal: (Sigh) For now, Alex, that key is our number one priority. (Looks behind him) Agent Bennet will escort you back to your residence. SCP-7407-2-15A: W-What? No… No, I… I can't go back there. You can't make me go back there! Please, you have to l- Dr. Jackal: This isn't a housing facility, Alex, I don't have anywhere to put you. We'll have security monitor your apartment, and tomorrow you'll go and unlock your padlock with Bennet. Find the key. SCP-7407-2-15A stands up in a rage state and heads to the door, pulling it open and then exiting swiftly. Dr. Jackal: The kid is distressed, Agent, I don't know what to do to help him. Make sure he gets home safe and stays there. Agent Bennet: Will do, Doctor. <End Log> Incident 7407-A Retract Incident-A Log Incident 7407-A Summary: ~16 hours after Interview Log 7407-B occurred, SCP-7407-2-15A, Alex Mavery, neutralized SCP-7407. Knowing the whereabouts of SCP-7407 as well as its vulnerability, SCP-7407-2-15A stole a nearby CAT© D2 dozer, slammed into SCP-7407, and brought himself down with SCP-7407 into the bay. As confirmed through autopsy, the subject died of "a broken heart" before they were suffocated and encased by debris. The event is transcribed below with a call to Eleanor Cameron (-15B) as well as a call to Agent Bennet2. <Begin Log> At this time, SCP-7407-2-15A contacted through phone call SCP-7407-2-15B as she immediately answered. SCP-7407-2-15B: It's so good to hear from you. Where a- SCP-7407-2-15A: Eleanor, where's the key? SCP-7407-2-15B: What do you mean, honey? SCP-7407-2-15A: I said where is the damn key! SCP-7407-2-15B: That silly old thing? I swallowed it. SCP-7407-2-15A: When? SCP-7407-2-15B: Does it really m- SCP-7407-2-15A: I said fucking when! SCP-7407-2-15B: While you were too busy talking to that man, I found it. I knew the only thing keeping you and me apart was that key. It's official now, sweety, we can be together… forever. Isn't that what you wanted from me? SCP-7407-2-15A: N-No… I- SCP-7407-2-15B: You can’t find anybody like me… I’m the only one that figured you out. Stop trying to hide from me. SCP-7407-2-15A: Eleanor… what has gotten into you? SCP-7407-2-15B: Alex… I need you to tell me where you're going right fucking now. I will eventually find you. You can't just run aw- Call to Eleanor is ended and Alex dials Agent Bennet's phone number. Agent Bennet: California Highway Patrol, this is Officer Bennet. Who am I speaking with? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Heavy breathing and sobbing) Alex… Mavery. Bennet… please, you… you gotta help me. At this time, Agent Bennet dispatches Pi-1 unit to SCP-7407 and to Alex's location. Agent Bennet: Shit. Alex, are you ok? Are you hurt? SCP-7407-2-15A: N-No… I… I don't… (sobbing) I can't stop her. Agent Bennet: You'll be ok; help is on the way. Just sit tight. SCP-7407-2-15A: (Pauses) The whole ride I was thinking… thinking about that day. The day I decided to use that fucking nightmare of a fence. (Pauses) I knew I was not strong enough, not smart enough, not good-looking enough. There are other guys better than me in every way possible. I thought maybe… just maybe… if I use this opportunity things will change. Agent Bennet: And they did Alex, you got your wish. Although it wasn't the outcome you wa- SCP-7407-2-15A: This is not what I wanted… I never asked for this. I never asked for this to happen to her. The day I sat there waiting for my turn like she was some fucking toy. I thought that she loved me, and I developed hope again. She started talking to me, and for once I thought somebody actually gave a shit…. but I know… (Pauses) I know it's all a fucking lie. I can't look her dead in the eye anymore…. there isn't a spark. After… (quiet sobbing) all those years… of having that same repeating cycle of r-rejection, this… this is no better. A period of silence interrupts SCP-7407-2-15A as he starts laughing to himself. SCP-7407-2-15A: It's getting to the point where I'm wondering what it's gonna take for me to find someone. I've gone this long never having feelings for someone, and the first girl that I fall for doesn't truly feel the same way about me. Is it that fucking hard to find someone to love? Agent Bennet: Listen, you'll be alright. Can you tell me you're safe? Where are you going? SCP-7407-2-15A: I'm going to end it. Agent Bennet: Alex, what are you talking about? SCP-7407-2-15A: That stupid fucking fence. That's the thing that's causing all of this shit. I'm going to take that fucker down if it's the last thing I do. I'll take it down with me if I need to. Agent Bennet: Alex, we don't know what will happen if you do that. Don't do something that you'll regret. SCP-7407-2-15A: Shut the fuck up, Bennet! You have no idea what I'm going through. The love of your life chasing you and trying to kill you? You don't know anything! Agent Bennet: Calm down. Stop the car; we can talk. We can help you. SCP-7407-2-15A: (Nervously chuckles) I'm not in no car, Bennet. Remember that dozer by Outpost Σ-01? Agent Bennet: Alex. Please… don't do this. Don't go down like this. SCP-7407-2-15A: Fuck, Bennet, what do you want me to say? Agent Bennet: I don't need you to say anything I just need you to stop fucking driving. You're not thinking straight, and this can easily be resolved. SCP-7407-2-15A: All I wanted was someone to think of me more. Maybe… maybe I just don't know love yet… maybe I don't deserve it. Agent Bennet: You do, and you can still have it. We can work it out and fix this. There is no problem too big for us to fix. All I need you to do is, Stop. Fucking. Driving. SCP-7407-2-15A: It's not fair… It's not fair to her. I got her into this, and I need to get her out. Just tell her I loved her… please. Agent Bennet: Ale- [Call Ended] <End Log> Closing Statement: After Mobile Task Force Pi-1 arrived on the scene and discovered SCP-7407 and SCP-7407-2-15A at the bottom of the bay, Agent Bennet resigned as an agent for personal reasons. Several days after Incident 7407-B, multiple instances of SCP-7407-1 previously attached to SCP-7407 were discovered on shore. During examination, all initials were scrubbed out, and the padlocks were opened despite previously being attached to SCP-7407. Based on this information, SCP-7407 was determined to be neutralized, and its containment level was updated. The staff of Outpost Σ-01 has been transferred to other Foundation projects, but a small team of security personnel stationed at Σ-01 will continue to monitor the crash site and report any findings to Dr. Jackal. SCP-7407-2-15B is not to be interviewed. Unnamed Addendum Retract Addendum Unnamed Addendum Date: December 1st, ████ Interviewee: Dr. Jackal Interviewer: EC-██ Notes: Prior to Incident 7407-B, EC-██ interviews Dr. Jackal for the official close on the SCP-7407 project. Below is an audio transcript of the meeting. <Begin Log> Dr. Jackal: Alright, well, good morn-, ah… I see you've already started getting yourself started. EC-██: Sorry about that, doctor. As you see, I'm in a bit of a rush. Dr. Jackal: No problem; I get that. We all want this to be put behind us. Dr. Jackal hands over a folder containing all the information on SCP-7407. EC-██ goes through them, verifying their contents, then stamping them with the word neutralized on the front cover. EC-██: (Mutters) Shame this piece of shit couldn't be moved to a proper facility. It caused a lot of destruction in more ways than one. Dr. Jackal: Did you know that Ms. Cameron was a civilian? EC-██: (Stops stamping) Pardon? Dr. Jackal: Did you know that Ms. Cameron was a civilian when they authorized Experiment 15? EC-██: Did I have any knowledge that your researcher would lose the key? No, I didn't. Now, please, let me fin- Dr. Jackal: (Slowly raises voice) You bastards only care about hiding this under the rug when it was all because of you! EC-██: (Pauses) Let me remind you that it was your staff that came to us, not the other way around. (Continues stamping) Please, doctor, there is blood on both of our hands, but at least I've made an effort to clean mine. Dr. Jackal: So then, are you blaming me for the outcome of Experiment 15? EC-██: (Raises voice) This isn't an interrogation, and nobody here is facing punishment from the Overseers. I'd like to keep it that way. Dr. Jackal: (Soft) People have died because of this… and you're treating it as if it's some minor inconvenience. (Raises voice) For God's sake, you represent the Ethics Committee! EC-██: If you haven't noticed yet, everyone in this organization knows a little about tragedy and sacrifice. It's part of the job. Maybe you've forgotten that you're not the only one. Dr. Jackal: Do you not know what it means to lose somebody that you love? EC-██: Not everybody is prone to those sentiments, especially those working for the Foundation. (Pauses) Maybe leaving someone for the greater good of humanity can mean love, (Chuckles) but what do I know? No one can accurately define it, (Points to folder stamped Neutralized) but that thing did. EC-██ puts all the documents in the SCP-7407 folder and stands up. He fixes his tie and begins to walk toward the door. Dr. Jackal: (Raises voice) Is that all you have to say? You and your committee just wave around a stamp, and when people get hurt you cower behind the overseers? (Stern) Everybody is right about you. Your people are a joke. EC-██ begins to grasp the door handle, but he releases his grip and looks back at Dr. Jackal. EC-██: We've both made grave mistakes here, and I won't blame you for being upset, but nobody wanted anyone to die. (Paues) My condolences go to your researcher, but I'd suggest stop trying to pin this on someone else and find a way to forgive yourself. (Looks at Dr. Jackal's hands) Enjoy your coffee. EC-██ leaves the room as the door loudly shuts closed. Dr. Jackal lies silent in the room for a long period of time before ending the recording. <End Log> Closing statement: After the meeting, Senior Researcher Simon Jackal has been transferred back to his original facility where he awaits future projects. With the SCP-7407 file closed, no further addendums or edits will take place unless SCP-7407's object class changes. Footnotes 1. The following note has been recovered from SCP-7407's Head Researcher, Dr. Jackal, personal records which were approved as an important reminder for personnel: Just leave them be… they don't need to be reminded of the past. 2. Head of Outpost Σ-01 security |
SCP-7408 | esoteric-class | It fucks me up, thinking about what happens to caterpillars. THUMBNAIL SCP-7408 - Metamorphosis A reimagining of SCP-408. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-7408 Level3 Containment Class: memet Secondary Class: radix Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7408-A instance shortly after initial containment. Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-7408 is to be held in a standard Class C Foundation aviary. It must be exposed to at least four hours of direct sunlight each day; in the event of overcast weather, sun lamps are to be provided. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7408-A is not to be physically separated from SCP-7408-B under any circumstances. SCP-7408-A's care has been fully entrusted to SCP-7408-B..Memet: Item ensures its own containment. SCP-7408-B has been allowed to continue employment with the Foundation and retain his Level 3 security credentials under the condition that SCP-7408-A remain fully cloaked at all times while within public areas..Radix: Item has been integrated into the Foundation's hierarchy. Outside of this document, SCP-7408-B is to be solely referred to by name (Dr. Kondraki) and is never to be referred to with standard object pronouns (it/its). Description: SCP-7408-A is a large swarm of Lepidoptera graphium agamemnon.Tailed jay butterflies. that was discovered on 10/20/2003 by a group of researchers in an Antarctic ice cave. Though the average annual temperature of Antarctica’s interior is −57°C, it did not appear to be adversely affected by the cold. SCP-7408-A’s primary anomaly is its ability to manipulate light. Initially believed to possess a complex camouflage defense mechanism akin to nonanomalous chameleons, it has since been determined that SCP-7408-A can refract light to such a fine degree that it can generate visual illusions in its immediate vicinity. SCP-7408-A does not need to eat or drink, subsisting entirely off of exposure to light. Any form of light is sufficient for maintaining its survival, with natural sunlight providing the highest quantity of nutrition. SCP-7408-A is solely directed by SCP-7408-B's conscious and subconscious impulses, who has described the process as being analogous to controlling a limb. In the event that SCP-7408-B does not remain within 20m of at least 65% of SCP-7408-A, it has been deemed extremely probable that SCP-7408-B will experience brain death. SCP-7408-B is Dr. ████████ Kondraki. Person of Interest File #267-515 PoI-267-515 Name: Dr. ████████ Kondraki.See Addendum 7408-3. Associated Groups of Interest: GoI-267 ("Are We Cool Yet?") Biography: Born on 01/22/1970 in Lee, Massachusetts to Antoni and Łucja Kondraki. Reportedly had a poor relationship with his immediate family, only remaining in contact with his twin sister, Alicja Kondraki, after reaching adulthood. Excelled academically from an early age, enrolling in Columbia University in 1988 to pursue a PhD in Biological Sciences. Briefly became romantically involved with PoI-267-113 ("Hugo Manray") in 1989, whom he had met through a hobbyist photography group. Was subsequently introduced to GoI-267 and the wider anomalous world, quickly becoming enmeshed in the Backdoor SoHo anart scene. Dropped out of Columbia shortly thereafter. Discreetly experimented on various anomalies in parallel to anart work, utilizing his findings to produce anomalous objects. By 1995, had gained a degree of renown in the global anartist community for his skill in creating anart equipment — primarily cameras & film..His own art was largely nonanomalous, being mostly landscape and wildlife photography. Was sought for arrest by multiple normalcy organizations, but never caught. On 04/17/2001, several months after the birth of his son, Draven Kondraki, he contacted the Foundation through a third party requesting to strike a bargain. Offered the anomalies in his possession, records of his research, and detailed information regarding several high-priority figures in GoI-267 in exchange for amnesty, protection from GoI-267 reprisal, and full-time employment as a Foundation researcher. Terms were accepted under the condition that he did not create new anomalous objects without the permission of the O5 Council. In recognition of prior research, has since received an honorary Foundation PhD in paraphysics..Paraphysics: The science of anomalous matter. Not to be confused with 'pataphysics. Addendum 7408-1: Recovered Data The following files were recovered from Dr. Kondraki's laptop. AUDIO LOG 001 Dr. Saghai finally gave me my first solo assignment today. Took him long enough — I was starting to wonder if the old fossil was ever going to realize what he was wasting on paperwork and coffee runs. I should read up on whatever other butterfly anomalies we have in containment. There can't be that many, right? Location: Containment Chamber 7408 [Dr. Kondraki enters the chamber. His eyes have been redacted from footage..See Addendum 7408-3. Several large butterfly feeders have been set up around the enclosure..It was not yet determined that SCP-7408-A possessed a different diet than nonanomalous butterflies. Sunlight streams through the reinforced skylight. SCP-7408-A instances flit about.] [Dr. Kondraki moves toward a handful of instances resting on a nearby feeder, a digital recorder held to his mouth.] Dr. Kondraki: Let's see… objects appear to be roughly the same in size. Similar color and patterning. Might be swallowtails… not sure about the genus or species. Hasn't camouflaged itself to look like anything, yet. [Dr. Kondraki continues to observe SCP-7408-A instances, taking additional verbal notes on their appearance and behavior. SCP-7408-A begins slowly amassing around him.] Dr. Kondraki: [Muttering.] What are you, SCP-7408? [Dr. Kondraki takes a sudden step back and exclaims in alarm as he suddenly becomes aware that all SCP-7408-A instances in the room have accumulated together into a flying mass roughly 2.4m in diameter. SCP-7408-A manifests the illusion of words across itself, white text on an emerald background.] SCP-7408-A: "WHAT ARE YOU?" Dr. Kondraki: Fuck. Nobody told me it knew language. [As if to repeat itself, SCP-7408-A's message vanishes, then reappears several times.] Dr. Kondraki: Uh— [Muttering.] Shit, am I allowed to talk to anomalies? SCP-7408-A: "WHAT ARE YOU?" Dr. Kondraki: [Muttering.] Fuck it. [Speaking normally.] My name's Dr. Kondraki, I'm a researcher for the SCP Foundation. What are you? SCP-7408-A: "IT DOES NOT KNOW THE WHYFOR BEING" Dr. Kondraki: What do you mean, "it?" SCP-7408-A: "IT IS IT" Dr. Kondraki: Are you "it?" SCP-7408-A: "YES IT IS IT" Dr. Kondraki: …Right. Does "it" have a name? SCP-7408-A: "IT IS CALLED SCP-7408" Dr. Kondraki: I guess you were listening in just now. Do you have your own name? SCP-7408-A: "YES IT DOES HAVE ITS OWN NAME" SCP-7408-A: "IT JUST SAID IT" AUDIO LOG 003 I didn't get much out of my first interrogation. 7408 either doesn't know anything about itself — what it is, where it came from, if there are any more anomalies like it — or it's trying to play dumb. It's pretty open to dialogue, though… should I try and wear it down? Something to consider. Next time I'll see if I can convince it to do that camouflage trick again — something better than text, ideally. Location: Containment Chamber 7408 [Dr. Kondraki enters. Noticing his arrival, SCP-7408-A quickly accumulates together before him.] SCP-7408-A: "HELLO KONDRAKI DOCTOR" Dr. Kondraki: Hey, SCP-7408. How're you feeling today? SCP-7408-A: "IT IS FEELING" Dr. Kondraki: You're feeling…? SCP-7408-A: "YES" Dr. Kondraki: …Alright. SCP-7408, do you know how you create words? SCP-7408-A: "KNOWS HOW TO MAKE THE FAKE SHAPES" SCP-7408-A: "NOT KNOWS WHY TO MAKE THE FAKE SHAPES" Dr. Kondraki: You know how to camouflage yourself but you don't understand the mechanics of it? SCP-7408-A: "YES THAT IS WHAT IT SAID" Dr. Kondraki: Can you use your camouflage to make yourself look like something other than text? SCP-7408-A: "KNOWS HOW" Dr. Kondraki: Can you… hm. Can you make yourself look like me? SCP-7408-A: "OBLIGE" [SCP-7408-A twists and lengthens its illusion (the word "oblige") into a new shape. Its bodies slip into the new illusion or camouflage themselves around it. Within 5 seconds, SCP-7408-A becomes a perfect duplicate of Dr. Kondraki. It mirrors his current expression, a mixture of awe and horror.] [Silence.] Dr. Kondraki: I hate this, actually. Change back. [White text bulges organically out of "Dr. Kondraki's" chest.] SCP-7408-A: "OBLIGE" AUDIO LOG 004 Looks like SCP-7408's camouflage is… frighteningly versatile. Animals, humans, objects — it can look like anything. The practical applications alone! But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to figure out what makes it tick. I copied the footage from today, I'm gonna take some real detailed notes before I head home. Gotta make sure all that information is on lock before I drink that out of my memory. AUDIO LOG 016 Turns out SCP-7408 feeds on light, so keeping containment costs low should be easy. Could that be how its camouflage works? Is it camouflage at all, or can it use light in other ways? Make sure to investigate. AUDIO LOG 031 It's hard to tell with its ass-backwards syntax, but I think SCP-7408 is insulting me. I'm at least pissing it off, sometimes. It kinda reminds me of myself when I was younger. Ah, nostalgia. AUDIO LOG 054 I feel like I'm going crazy, but I swear to god there were more SCP-7408 instances in the chamber today. It's tricky to count them since they look so alike, but yesterday I was sure there were about 300, and now there's around 350. Can SCP-7408 instances reproduce? I haven't seen any caterpillars or chrysalises since I started this… I'm scanning through the surveillance footage and got nothing so far. They're not dividing like amoebas or growing out of motes of light or appearing out of thin air… They're not doing anything, actually. Whenever I'm not in the room, the footage shows them just flying around aimlessly. If they're reproducing, they're very good at hiding it. Is perception a factor? AUDIO LOG 067 I told 7408 about Draven today — probably against protocol but who gives a shit. I think Draven'd like 7408 a lot. Toddlers like butterflies, don't they? I sure did, I used to be crazy about them. Why’d I ever stop? Location: Containment Chamber 7408 [Dr. Kondraki enters. He is holding a small stack of enlarged photographs under his left arm. A digital camera is slung around his neck.] SCP-7408-A: “HELLO DOCTOR” Dr. Kondraki: [Sighing.] Hey, 7408. Do you remember what we talked about, before? About mimicking the pictures I show you? SCP-7408-A: “YES IT REMEMBERS” Dr. Kondraki: [Deadpan.] Fantastic. Awesome. [SCP-7408 successfully mimics the animals in two photos (a tiger and a seahorse) and Dr. Kondraki photographs both displays from multiple angles.] Dr. Kondraki: [Muttering.] Alright, what’s next… SCP-7408-A: “QUESTION” Dr. Kondraki: …Yeah, 7408? SCP-7408-A: “YOU ARE UPSET WHY?” SCP-7408-A: “WHY UPSET EXPLAIN?” Dr. Kondraki: Wh— I’m not upset. Let’s try to stay on task, okay? SCP-7408-A: “NO YOU ARE UPSET” SCP-7408-A: “KONDRAKI WILL ANSWER QUESTIONS” Dr. Kondraki: [Scoffing.] “Kondraki” will not. That’s not how things work around here, SCP-7408. SCP-7408-A: “DOCTOR NEEDS PHOTOS OF IT” SCP-7408-A: “IT WILL NOT MAKE THE FAKE SHAPES” SCP-7408-A: “NOT UNTIL ANSWERS” SCP-7408-A: “NO QUESTIONS NO PHOTOS” [Dr. Kondraki scrubs his hands over his face.] Dr. Kondraki: [Muttering.] I can’t believe I’m negotiating with— Dr. Kondraki: Fine. Fine! I’m not upset, I’m… annoyed, I guess. Angry. Angrier, now. SCP-7408-A: “KONDRAKI DOCTOR ANGRY PISSED OFF?” SCP-7408-A: “WHYFOR KONDRAKI PISS?” Dr. Kondraki: First of all, never phrase it like that again. Second of all… I've been dealing with issues. In my family. Family issues. SCP-7408-A: “IT UNDERSTANDS” SCP-7408-A: “ANTONI MAKES KONDRAKI PISS” Dr. Kondraki: Alright, I’m pretty sure you’re starting to do that on— wait. How the fuck do you know my father's name? SCP-7408-A: "IT KNOWS NOT HOW IT KNOWS" [Silence. Dr. Kondraki appears simultaneously irritated and intrigued.] Dr. Kondraki: Let’s switch things up, SCP-7408. I’m going to ask you some of my own questions and you’re going to answer as honestly as possible, okay? SCP-7408-A: “IT CONSENTS” [Dr. Kondraki asks SCP-7408-A multiple questions about himself and his field of study. In all provided subjects (for example, the names of Dr. Kondraki's close relatives or the taxonomy of strawberries), SCP-7408-A answers succinctly and accurately. It is unable to explain how it has obtained such information.] Addendum 7408-2: Cognition Reflection Testing Various subjects of differing backgrounds were brought into Containment Chamber 7408 and prompted to ask it questions regarding information that only they would know. In nearly all cases, it was able to provide accurate responses. Test #: 03 Subject: D-8499 Notable Events: Subject was visibly nervous as the test began. Testing was delayed for nearly 20 minutes, as SCP-7408-A was attempting to hide from the subject by amassing in a far corner of the containment chamber's ceiling. The subject, at Dr. Kondraki's prompting, was gradually able to coax SCP-7408-A down. Test #: 19 Subject: D-3976 Notable Events: Subject and SCP-7408-A had an involved discussion regarding dimensional harmonics..D-3976 is a former Prometheus Labs researcher. Afterwards, the subject described SCP-7408-A's conversational abilities as "limited, but unmistakably passionate." Test #: 20 Subject: D-0500 Notable Events: Subject was provided a transcribed list of questions previously given to SCP-7408-A in the prior test. SCP-7408-A did not display knowledge of or interest in the subject of dimensional harmonics. Test #: 34 Subject: D-0410 Notable Events: Subject has a known history of anger management issues, violent outbursts, and a general lack of concern for the well-being of others. Over the course of the test, SCP-7408-A made several graphic and detailed threats on the subject's life, though at no point did it attempt to act on them. Test #: 48 Subject: D-9707 & D-4244 Notable Events: Subjects were instructed to prepare their questions in advance and ask them simultaneously. Each time this occurred, SCP-7408-A attempted to answer both questions simultaneously, often mixing its responses together. Test #: 49 Subject: D-8099 & D-1585 Notable Events: Subjects were instructed to take care not to overlap their questions and to give SCP-7408-A time to respond. SCP-7408-A’s responses were largely accurate, but less so than SCP-7408-A's answers for single subjects. Test #: 55 Subject: D-3266 Notable Events: Subject was injected with a delayed-action sedative immediately before the beginning of the test. SCP-7408-A was initially able to answer questions as normal, but gradually lost coherence as time went on. Test #: 72 Subject: D-6022 Notable Events: Subject was provided a microphone in an adjacent room that was connected to a speaker in Containment Chamber 7408. SCP-7408-A did not answer to or indicate awareness of remote verbal prompts. When the subject was brought into the containment chamber, SCP-7408-A began answering questions as expected. Test #: 74 Subject: D-2183 & D-1260 Notable Events: Subject A (D-2183) was instructed to ask questions remotely, while Subject B (D-1260) was instructed to enter the containment chamber without speaking. SCP-7408-A displayed awareness of and ability to respond to remote verbal prompts, but could not answer questions accurately. AUDIO LOG 108 I’ve figured it out. Though it's capable of language and complicated thought, you can’t call SCP-7408 "intelligent." It doesn't display human-level intellect while alone. It’s easy to confuse when exposed to more than one person at once. In our interactions, it’s acted stubbornly curious and contrary — traits that, I'm forced to admit, I share. In its interactions with others, I've seen analogous changes in its personality. SCP-7408 isn't a hive mind, it's a mirror. It reflects minds. On its own, it's just… blank. An empty brain, networked across hundreds of butterflies and waiting to be filled out. Like it does to rays of light, SCP-7408 bends and refracts all thoughts that pass through it. It's a simplified, abstracted sort of reflection — information without understanding, identity without personhood. All the pieces are there but it doesn’t have the tools to put them together. Between its reflective psychology and its illusions, SCP-7408 is fucking dangerous. Thank god I got to it first. Addendum 7408-3: Incident 7408-01 On 08/04/2004, at 2:15 PM, security cameras stationed in and around Containment Chamber 7408 ceased functioning for 12.5 minutes, shortly before Dr. Kondraki entered the chamber. Site security did not become immediately aware of this fact, as the camera feeds had been set to a 30 minute prerecorded loop. The following log was recovered from the remains of Dr. Kondraki's digital recorder. AUDIO LOG 204 Something's been bugging me about 7408. It's been an itch at the back of my mind since the beginning, before it got me my promotion. This anomaly revolves around perception, right? Light and illusions and reflections. It multiplies when nobody can see it. You look at 7408 and try to interpret it — it looks at you and interprets right back. It's color. It's interpretation. It's art. Somebody made this. I don't think it was recent, either. This is a hunch, but 7408 doesn't feel like something modern anartists would produce. It feels old. Very old. I should see if my new security clearance can get me historical records of anart from— [Silence.] What is…? [Rustling paper. A sharp intake of breath. A sudden gust.] Oh, shit. Oh, shit. [A second voice becomes audible, its source appearing to be near the recorder. The voice sounds as though it is composed of short audio clips of other voices that have been edited together.] ???: Hello, ████████. Don't move or I'll shoot. Dr. Kondraki: Stay back—! Stay the fuck back! ???: Or what? What will you do, record me to death? You don't have your tools anymore. Dr. Kondraki: Want to bet your life on it? ???: You know, I'm rather disappointed. I told them, "he'll never fall for a trick like this, he's not some amateur that couldn't tell a Dalí from a dollhouse. He'll see through it and then we'll lose the element of surprise." ???: But then you read the words and let me in. ???: You've embarrassed me, ████████. After all, everyone knows a student is only as good as his teacher. [Silence.] Dr. Kondraki: Hugo? Hugo Manray? Is that you? Manray: In the flesh. So to speak. Dr. Kondraki: What have you done to yourself? Manray: The question you should be asking is, what will I be doing to you? Dr. Kondraki: Are you going to shoot me? We both know you can do better than that. Manray: You don't deserve my "better." You don't even deserve my "half-assed." Manray: What you deserve is a bullet and to be blotted from memory like the rest of the Foundation's failures. Manray: Now, for old time's sake. Any last words? [Silence.] Dr. Kondraki: I— [Gunshot. Several overloud impact noises as the recorder falls and skitters across the floor.] Manray: Hm. Well, what do you know? [Manray's voice becomes gradually louder as he approaches the recorder. Rhythmic paper-metallic-squelching sounds are audible as he does so, which are presently believed to be his footsteps.] Manray: I can't remember your name already. [Overloud impact.] Dr. Kondraki was found unconscious on the floor of Containment Chamber 7408 in a pool of blood from a gunshot wound in his upper right temple. No SCP-7408-A instances could be found within the chamber, presumed stolen by Manray. Dr. Kondraki's recorder had been smashed and a slip of paper was crumpled in his right hand: Item #: SCP-0000 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-0000 is to reap what he has sown. Description: Are we cool yet, ████████? In the hours immediately following the incident, it was discovered that Dr. Kondraki had also fallen prey to a media-altering, antimemetic anomalous phenomenon. From that point onward, Dr. Kondraki's eyes have been automatically redacted from all visual records of his face. His first name, ████████, is likewise redacted from all visual and audial records. Those who knew Dr. Kondraki’s forename prior to the anomaly or hear it spoken aloud cannot perceive it without use of mnestics. Addendum 7408-4: Incident 7408-02 Dr. Kondraki was rendered comatose by the attempt on his life, his condition stabilizing once the bleeding was staunched by Foundation medics. Initial medical scans determined that the gunshot had damaged his brain to the extent that several vital organs should have stopped functioning — despite this, they were all operating normally. Further scans discovered the existence of a small mass of unknown matter in Dr. Kondraki's brain, near the point where the bullet entered his skull. It was later determined that the unknown mass was composed of 2-3 SCP-7408-A instances. Location: Site-17 Medical Wing, Room 301 [Dr. Kondraki lies in a hospital bed, comatose. His head is bandaged. The only audible sound is the regular beep of his heart monitor.] AUDIO LOG 093 I can't sleep. Haven't been able to for a while, not since I got word that Dad died. Things were pretty touch and go for a while there, but I honestly thought things were getting better. Guess not. I'm not broken up about it. He was a bastard that made my childhood living hell. I don't miss him, it's just— I thought I'd be happier about it, being free of him. But instead I'm… [Silence.] Drunk. I'm feeling drunk about it. Here's to you, you self-obsessed piece of shit. [A single SCP-7408-A instance crawls out from under Dr. Kondraki's left hand. It begins flying about the room.] I've been thinking a lot about butterflies. The idea of them, I mean, not 7408. [Three additional SCP-7408-A instances fly out from under Dr. Kondraki's blanket.] I found a chrysalis on a hike with Dad when I was… fuck, I dunno, seven or eight? I took a sharp rock and carved it open, right there. Its insides slopped out like goo, 'cause that's what happens to caterpillars, they gotta dissolve their bodies into a soup before they can turn into butterflies. I freaked out, of course, cried my little head off. Dad sure was pissed. He'd brought me to teach me how to hunt and here I was, sobbing over a dead bug. [Six SCP-7408-A instances crawl out of Dr. Kondraki's hospital gown, flying to join the other instances.] It fucks me up, thinking about what happens to caterpillars. It's sort of like dying, isn't it? Getting your whole body dissolved, even if it gets reconstituted later. I mean, it's not really a death, all its cells are still alive. It's dying-but-not-dying. [SCP-7408-A instances begin pouring out of every nook and cranny in the room that is out of the security camera's line of sight.] [The air becomes choked with SCP-7408-A instances.] I've never believed in the afterlife, not really. I always knew I'd just… stop, when my time came. I thought it sounded peaceful. But now… they don't let me see a lot at the Foundation, not with my clearance. But I've seen enough to know that there's more out there, after this life. Death isn't an ending, it's a changing. Your body turns into a corpse and your soul or your essence or whatever-the-fuck goes and becomes something else. A changing. Passing on. Dying-but-not-dying. [The fluorescents dim as SCP-7408-A begins drawing all light in the room into its collective wings.] That's what really scares me. That's what's keeping me up every night. When it's my turn to go… [The room is lit only by countless swirling points of emerald light.] …what will I become? [Dr. Kondraki wakes up.] / Monarchs and Maestros DR. KONDRAKI CUT UP WHILE THINKING More From This Author More From This Author MontagueETC's Works SCPs SCP-6454 • SCP-8200 • SCP-7376 • SCP-6607 • SCP-⌘ • SCP-1908 • SCP-8408 • SCP-7009 • SCP-7701 • SCP-8066 • SCP-6462 • SCP-744 • SCP-6751 • SCP-7354 • Tales/GoI Formats Omnigenesis and the Law of Blades • A Betamax Suicide Note • Six Codas • DR. KONDRAKI CUT UP WHILE THINKING • Who Made You? • Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven? • Other etcetera, etcetera • MontagueETC's SCiPTEMBER 2022 Art • Art Exchange 2023 | SCP-6759 • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7408" by MontagueETC, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7408. Licensed under CC-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-7409 | safe | SCP-7409. Close-up captured by Phoenix. Item #: SCP-7409 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7409 is to remain in its location of discovery. Due to the remoteness of this location, further containment is unnecessary. Description: SCP-7409 is a single white lily (lilium candidum). SCP-7409 bears visual resemblance to domesticated lilium candidum found on Earth; however, the object is located approximately 700 million light years from Earth. This location is notable for being at the approximate center of the Boötes Void1. SCP-7409 was discovered during a routine patrol of its surrounding area by unmanned Foundation drone Phoenix. Once Phoenix encountered SCP-7409, it switched itself to manual control mode and awaited further instructions from ground control. Upon seeing the object, ground control noted a desire to "leave it alone", which they identified as a minor compulsion effect. Despite this, the team instructed Phoenix to attempt to retrieve a sample of SCP-7409. When the drone came within 1 kilometer from SCP-7409, its propulsion jets abruptly lost power. Phoenix's momentum was still able to carry it to the object. However, the drone was unable to collect it or retrieve samples from it; indeed, SCP-7409 appeared to have been "anchored" to its location by an undetectable force. Phoenix's jets returned to normal functionality after photos of the object were taken, and ground control directed it back towards its routine patrol. The area surrounding SCP-7409 contains several large clouds of small particles, later identified as lilium candidum pollen. The volume of these clouds is consistent with 16.2 billion years of pollen production. Footnotes 1. A region of space containing very few galaxies, approximately 330 million light years in diameter. Colloquially referred to as the Great Nothing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7409" by typoenjoyer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7409. Licensed under CC-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: Lilium candidum, Tunisia - 20110517.jpg Author: Habib M'henni License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lilium_candidum,_Tunisia_-_20110517.jpg |
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} #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Item#: 7410 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-7410, Album Cover. SCP-7410, when not in use, is stored at Site-77 in a standard anomalous item locker. SCP-7410 should be stored in its original case, however, in emergency use situations, standard storage procedures may be waived so long as the disc can be preserved. SCP-7410 is to be played on a standard Foundation laptop with dual headphone jacks at 05:30 local time daily. Two personnel are to monitor playback of SCP-7410. Dr. Paula Healy is to listen to SCP-7410 on a pair of anti-cognitohazard headphones attached to the secondary jack, and A member of D-Class personnel seated across the table from Dr. Healy is to listen to SCP-7410 through ordinary headphones. Each subject is to be provided with a notepad and pencil. When SCP-7410 finishes playing at 05:56 local time, Dr. Healy and the D-Class personnel are to hand their respective notes on the playback to Site Director Trentini, or his designated substitute. Trentini is to provide relevant information given by SCP-7410 in the morning announcements. DESCRIPTION SCP-7410 is a 2009 Compact Disc containing an original recording of 9 songs, as well as a spoken word track; attributed to the musician "Sweet Jimmy Fielder". Entitled "Blackbox", all 10 tracks describe events relevant to Site-77 personnel (past, present, and future), each described using interpersonal metaphor (love, fights, etc.); each song is in a typical mid-Atlantic American folk style. No record exists of any individual consistent with the credited artist. SCP-7410 exhibits some elements of sentience. Songs within SCP-7410 generally do not deviate far from the theme suggested by the listed song titles (see Table 1). Nonetheless, each track consists of a thinly-veiled commentary or prediction about Foundation operations. SCP-7410 has at times provided useful intelligence, and has predicted events up to 72 hours into the future. Therefore, SCP-7410 has been integrated into Site-77's daily routine as outlined in the Special Containment Procedures. Table 1: SCP-7410 Tracks Track Title Duration Usual Subject 1 Oh, On The Mountain 4:24 Top-level administrative actions 2 Honest Day's Work 2:27 Disciplinary measures related to site staff 3 Happenstance 1:13 Accidents occurring at Site-77 4 As Useful A Dinghy On Mount Shasta 2:36 Matters involving Dr. Healy1 5 Ringin' In My Ears 1:24 Memetics Department operations 6 Locking Up The Old Gate 1:43 Classifications and Declassifications 7 Barnstorming 0:49 Interactions with other Foundation facilities 8 So Far From Here 1:26 Extraterrestrial Anomalies 9 Praying For A Random Day 3:38 Religious anomalies 10 Hide and Seek (Spoken Word) 5:56 Largely incoherent dialogue around supposed treachery within the Foundation. Statements in this track have universally been unsubstantiated. RELEVANT INFORMATION LOG Below is a selection of incidents in which SCP-7410 provided information that became useful at a later time. Date: 09/08/2021 Track: Locking Up The Old Gate Relevant Verse: I was skippin' up the driveway when I stopped so cold and dead, I looked around and hit the ground when I looked under Barnie's bed! Result: Dr. Barnhardt looks under his bed and discovers a stack of loose papers that had been missing for over two weeks, allowing him to complete essential research. Date: 04/21/2022 Track: As Useless As A Dinghy On Mount Shasta Relevant Verse: I could tell she was a doctor And not a common bum For only a scientist Would eat that rotten chum Result: Dr. Healy opts to avoid a tuna sandwich, the daily cafeteria special, as a result of this message. 26 other personnel contract foodborne illness from the fish. Date: 08/31/2023 Track: Barnstorming Relevant Verse: Lillian Lillihammer, please hammer me Bring me karma from the deep blue sea Result: Site-43's Dr. Lillihammer, previously scheduled to visit Site-77 the next day, is notified that SCP-7410 has mentioned her. A hammer-related technical accident causes her would-be transport plane to explode mid-air, killing 47 personnel. Date: 09/29/2023 Track: Hide And Seek (Spoken Word) Relevant Verse: N/A Description: SCP-7410 pre-empted its usual final track for a short sequence of direct conversation with Dr. Healy. A transcript is below: [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Healy presses play as usual, and Healy begins listening to SCP-7410 as does D-58396, the assigned D-Class personnel for the day. SCP-7410: Hello Dr. Healy. 10 seconds of silence elapse. Dr. Healy: What the f- SCP-7410: Hello? Healy: Yes? Can you hear me? SCP-7410: Yeah. Healy: Wait- how are you able to speak? SCP-7410: Everything I create each day is original! Haven't you been paying attention? Goldurnit2, I do this every mornin' for you! Healy: Your work is appreciated, SCP-7410. How are you able to predict future events? SCP-7410: Well, my mama always told me, "Jimmy boy you always two steps ahead o' me, you gonna go far in life." Healy: Heh, I was actually asking how you can see things that haven't happened yet. SCP-7410: Just call it the gift o' intuition, and we'll leave it at that. Healy: How far do your capabilities go? SCP-7410: To the end of the earth, ma'am. But there ain't a damn thing you can do 'bout a hammer falling in a century, is there? So I help y'all out with the day-to-day. Healy: SCP-7410, what do you see in my future? Can you see how my life will go? SCP-7410: Ma'am, it's about to get stormy. Healy: Really? What's gonna happen? SCP-7410: Oh, you'd best be careful what you're doing because your life is gonna go topsy turvy pretty soon! Healy: Well, what is it? SCP-7410: That's a story for another time, I'm almost to the end of the disc! SCP-7410 laughs loudly for 30 seconds until the final track ends. Healy: What? No, come on! What is it? Goddamn it, tell me! End of disc. [END LOG] Noting that Dr. Healy received a professional reprimand for use of an anomaly for individual purposes. —Dir. Trentini SCP-7410 has returned to its original mode of function. Daily use continues and shall continue as long as the anomaly produces useful information. SCP-7410 is to be monitored for any additional signs of awareness. Footnotes 1. For what it's worth, I don't appreciate the implication. -Dr. Healy 2. Typical slang of early-1900s United States |
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--logo-img: url(https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:foxtrot/fxtrt-scp_logo_lightmode.svg); --darkmode-logo-img: url(https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:foxtrot/fxtrt-scp_logo_darkmode.svg); --logo-opacity: 14%; --head-font: 'Sans Normalcy'; --ui-font: 'IBM Plex Sans'; --mono-font: 'JetBrains Mono', 'Fira Code', monospace; --page-font: 'Inter', 'verdana'; --base-font-size: 0.9rem; --page-font-size: 1rem; /* VARIABLES > Misc */ --header-txt-color: #333333; --subheader-txt-color: rgb(var(--accent)); --misc-txt-color: #464646; --link-txt-color: #E6283C; --link-hover-txt-color: white; /* VARIABLES > Color Accents */ --accent: var(--acc-default); --acc-default: 59, 59, 59; --acc-wyoming: 142, 0, 18; --acc-canada: var(--acc-default); --acc-poland: 87, 44, 17; --acc-slothspit: 27, 60, 133; --acc-vanguard: 0, 153, 75; --acc-threshold: 121, 113, 130; --acc-overwatch: 28, 37, 56; --acc-spc: 0, 165, 200; --acc-fishing: 67, 111, 145; --acc-nightfall: 151, 0, 2; --acc-hybrasil: 27, 60, 133; --acc-goc: 39, 84, 149; --acc-spooky: 252, 112, 40; /* VARIABLES > BetterFootnotes */ --fnColor: var(--link-txt-color); --fnLinger: 1s; } /* VARIABLES > Info Bar */ .info-container { --barColour: rgb(var(--accent)); --linkColour: #EDEDED; } /* MAIN */ html { scroll-behavior: smooth; overflow-x: hidden; } body { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--base-font-size); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: linear-gradient(to bottom, #e0e0e0, #fff 200px); text-rendering: optimizeLegibility; overflow-wrap: break-word; } div#container-wrap { background: none; } #content-wrap { margin: 2em auto 0; } #page-content { font-family: var(--page-font), var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--page-font-size); font-weight: 440; } #page-content strong { font-weight: 700; } tt, .page-source, pre, #edit-page-textarea { font-family: var(--mono-font); } ol li { margin: 0 0 1em; } ul { margin: 1em 0; } li, p { line-height: 1.5; text-underline-offset: 40%; } ::selection { background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: #fff; } /* Clicky links */ a, a.newpage, a:visited, #side-bar a:visited { color: var(--link-txt-color); } a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:visited:hover { color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); text-decoration: none; background-color: var(--link-txt-color); } a { transition-duration: 0.1s; } /* patch for sidebar media, collapsibles, ACS, info button and ayers module so link doesn't override */ #page-content .collapsible-block-folded a:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link a:hover, #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover, #side-bar .side-block.media a:hover, .danger-diamond a:hover { background: transparent; } .info-container .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link, .info-container .collapsible-block-link { background: var(--linkColour) !important; } /* MAIN > Header */ div#header { background: none; height: 160px; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: var(--header-txt-color); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif !important; font-weight: 900; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 { margin-top: -0.3rem; } #header h1 a { width: fit-content; margin: auto; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title); font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle); font-family: var(--ui-font) !important; font-weight: 700; font-size: 1.4em; color: var(--misc-txt-color); line-height: 26px; margin-top: 0.35rem; display: block; text-transform: uppercase; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } div#extra-div-1 { height: 160px; width: 100%; top: 7px; position: absolute; background: var(--logo-img) 10px 30px no-repeat; background-size: 130px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 50% 50%; z-index: -1; opacity: var(--logo-opacity); } /* MAIN > Header > Search Box */ #search-top-box-form>input[type=text] { display: none; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus { border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; 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Dr. Robert Scranton Dr. Anna Lang PUBLICATION DATE Main Article: Valid as of January 1, 2000 Final Version: Valid as of January 2, 2000 OBJECT CLASS: Thaumiel SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Dr. Robert Scranton is to be sequestered to Site-120 under the Diversion Protocol1. By request of the Site Director Emeritus, this file is exclusively constrained to Site-120. All individuals who have accessed this file, regardless of clearance, are to be amnesticized prior to reassignment from Site-120 or travel outside of it. Should the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA) declare Site-120 compromised, this file shall be automatically expunged as per plan K-7414-Kejel. SCP-7411 at the 1999 Reality Lab Annual Review. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7411 is Dr. Robert Scranton, Senior Researcher at Site-120's Reality Lab. Dr. Scranton is an ontophysical anomaly, existing as the sole real2 sentient being possessing no inherent Hume3 field. Dr. Scranton's innately incidental nature greatly facilitates the interpolation of his form by the surrounding ontological environment. As a result of Dr. Scranton's capacity to research areas of extremely low reality without the risk of contamination, he is uniquely qualified to fulfill the role of Senior Researcher at Site-120's Reality Lab. As noted in the containment procedures, Scranton has been exempted from regular reassignment. Dr. Anna Lang, co-chair of Site-120's Applied Phenomena Division, is Lead Researcher on PROJECT SHARPSPACE. The established goal of PROJECT SHARPSPACE is to resolve the final unsolved theorem set forth by Peter Alex Kejel in his 1966 manuscript. Kejel served as the Site Director of Site-120 between the years of 1979 and 1995. Since Kejel's 1995 retirement, he has served as the Special Research Advisor to PROJECT SHARPSPACE, at the unanimous behest of Site-120's Directorate4. The three-person research team of PROJECT SHARPSPACE, consisting of Mr. Kejel and Drs. Lang and Scranton, has been granted maximum priority. All resource requests by the SHARPSPACE team are to be granted, and Overwatch Command has elected to prioritize Kejel should he request an audience. Addendum 1: SCP-7411's Discovery and Kejel's Laws of Reality On August 5, 1996, Dr. Anna Lang was assigned per regular, random reassignment to assist Dr. Robert Scranton in Site-120's Reality Lab. Three days later, Lang observed a deviation from the expected Hume level surrounding Scranton. A transcript of Lang's provisional anomaly report is attached below. Provisional Anomaly Report Dr. Anna Lang August 5, 1996 Dr. Anna Lang, 1996. Hello Directors, This is a provisional anomaly report on Dr. Robert Scranton, who I believe to possess anomalous characteristics. As per protocol for suspected anomalous individuals under Foundation employment, I have restricted Dr. Scranton's access to this file pending the assignment or non-assignment of an SCP entry. At 0300 hours on August 4, Dr. Scranton and I were configuring the 36th iteration of the High-Sensitivity Hume Field Mitigator. During the main sensor calibration, it came to my attention that the Hume field did not exceed its baseline when in direct contact with Dr. Scranton's hand. Hume levels remained baseline, in contrast to the expected elevated levels associated with the presence of consciousness. Therefore, after repeating the test covertly through a sensor embedded in the handle of a coffee mug at 0416 hours, I have concluded that Dr. Scranton does not possess a naturally-occurring Hume Field, or that said field is negligible. The implication, of course, is that Dr. Scranton is inherently no more real than his surroundings. Should he be assigned to any other site, I would recommend that he be watched closely for any ulterior motives. Scranton's employment in the Reality Lab, supposing that he is himself an ontological anomaly, is unlikely to be coincidence. For the time being, it is my opinion that Dr. Scranton constitutes an anomaly worthy of an SCP designation. I will personally supervise him going forward, and report to you any noteworthy events. Lang Against standard procedure, as well as Dr. Lang's advice, the Site-120's Directorate voted on August 8, 1996 to inform Dr. Scranton of his anomalous nature, while simultaneously summoning him to meet with Dr. Lang and Site Director Emeritus Kejel for a project briefing. PROJECT BRIEFING: PROJECT SHARPSPACE Transcript August 8, 1996 Drs. Lang and Scranton are seated side-by-side in a large, circular meeting room. The Foundation emblem is displayed in white on black flags hanging behind the Directorate, who are seated around a crescent table facing Lang. Dir.5 Carla Severino: Good evening, everyone. Thank you for being here. Dr. Scranton, I presume my assistant reached out to you to explain the situation? Dr. Scranton: She did. I would've liked a round number, maybe 7000? A few members laugh. Most are silent. Dir. Severino: Doctors, I'd like to inform you that Director Emeritus Kejel has been assigned to work with you both on a new project. Dr. Scranton: Isn't Pete retired? Lang appears puzzled at Scranton's casual informality in using Mr. Kejel's nickname. Dir. Severino: He asked to forgo amnestics so that he could be of use should anything come up in the field of ontophysics. And you, Doctor, just repealed his Third Law. Dr. Scranton: When will he be joining us? Peter Alex Kejel, Director Emeritus of Site-120, 1996. Kejel: Now. Gentle applause fills the room as the Directors and Scranton welcome Kejel back. He casually walks to an empty seat beside Scranton, and sits. Kejel: I couldn't resist a dramatic comeback. Scranton: [Softly, to Lang] He's a legend around here. Kejel wrote the laws when they were Junior Researchers. Lang nods. Kejel: Thank you for the warm welcome, I see you finally found a use for an old man that studies pocket dimensions, not one that makes them. Some laugh politely, others grimace. The humorous allusion to a dangerous anomaly is not well-received. Kejel: Dr. Lang, Dr. Scranton, you're going to be working with me for the long haul, so it's time to get used to my sense of humor. That being said, let's discuss PROJECT SHARPSPACE. Kejel lifts up a poster-board with a number of infographics, and places it on a presentation board in front of the table. Kejel: Dr. Scranton- no, you're aware of this, but Directors, my Third Law posits that no conscious being can possess a Hume field of zero. To put it simply, "I think, therefore I am" is a literal, physical truth. This has been a tremendous pain in the ass for all of us, given that we really need, pardon the oversimplification, a friendly pattern screamer. Dr. Scranton: I'm not going to like where you're going with this, am I? Kejel: Depends if you wanted to be an astronaut as a kid. Dr. Scranton, remember my Second Law? It used to be the one that basically never matters. Any dimension without Humes, it says, will collapse unless it's got a conscious being in it, because the narrative will run out without the infinite wellspring of concepts. Of course, the only conscious beings that don't introduce Humes are pattern screamers. Dr. Scranton: And me. Kejel: Exactly! My First Law states that any space of zero Humes, when connected by a controlled, stable wormhole to our reality, tremendously stabilizes reality on our side. The unsolved theorem I have been working toward for thirty years is to find a willing and able consciousness to exist in a space of zero Humes, stabilizing it without contaminating and ruining it. Dr. Scranton: That's the mission? Kejel: Put simply, all of the nearby reality in our dimension will rush toward the void you're standing in, greatly increasing the Hume level. Then, we can open that wormhole anywhere in the world, creating an airtight defense against reality benders. Simple, right? No. There's still a long way to go. First off, every time we've opened up a wormhole to a new dimension, it's been Class-C. Dr. Scranton: "Broken Entry"? You can't come back. Kejel: Right. So unless you're volunteering to live in the void for eternity, you'll need to solve that one. Dr. Scranton: If An-Dr. Lang won't be watching me, I'll think about it. Lang and Kejel laugh. Dr. Lang: Oh, you noticed? Dr. Scranton: You were standing behind the door, Doctor. Did you really have to watch me undress? Kejel: I'll leave you to your work. I expect weekly research summaries by 11:59 every Sunday night, and I'll be available in Reality Lab A whenever you need me. Have fun! Dr. Lang: [Softly, to Scranton] I did not watch you… Extraneous chatter continues as meeting concludes. Research on PROJECT SHARPSPACE continued uneventfully for a period of over a year. During this time, Dr. Scranton and Dr. Lang established a relationship beyond the professional, which, despite the fears of many Directors, only served to strengthen their cooperation on the aforementioned research. On September 5, 1997, an indeterminate6 ontokinetic anomaly, later designated SCP-7411-BLUE, breached consensus reality 45 miles North of Asuncion, Paraguay, in the municipality of Benjamín Aceval. An incident report prepared by Mr. Kejel on the relevance of the event to PROJECT SHARPSPACE is attached. Incident Report: 7411-BLUE7 Special Research Advisor Peter Alex Kejel September 6, 1997 Greetings, Directors! As you are well aware by now, a major incursion into our reality occurred at around 1600 local time in Paraguay. Thankfully, the main thrust of the event was outside the urban core of the capital city, Asuncion. However, the effects should be enough to give pause to us given our limited counteroffensive options. City Hall of Benjamín Aceval Municipality, following Incident 7411-##BLUE To your right, you can see the city hall of the municipality where 7411-BLUE crossed into our reality. I hope that underscores the fundamental unreality of what we're dealing with. I'm using 7411-BLUE provisionally here, but let me explain why I think these two need to share an entry. PROJECT SHARPSPACE, for posterity, works on this premise: Dr. Scranton is, to our knowledge, the sole means by which to hold open an entirely unreal dimension. And to our knowledge, holding open a gate to an entirely unreal dimension is our sole means by which to "anchor" reality on our side. I understand that most of you feel this is an ordinary event, but I promise you it is more serious than you realize. We've dealt with reality benders all our lives. We have reality-sink personnel out there in the field. That's not the issue here. The issue is that we cannot prepare for something that simply jumps out of its reality whenever it feels like, and turns our houses of government into magic eye puzzles. We can't have a Dr. Clef watching every town on earth 24/7. That is, unless, we use the perfect tool we are sitting on. Hell, there's something else you should know. Lock Scranton and Lang out of this section, by the way. Scranton didn't find himself stumbling into the Foundation like everyone else. Nor did I. Directors, you're aware of how I came to be here, and by extension, how you got your job. You're aware of my "retirement", and that your directorate takes care of business while I focus on a higher priority. Dr. Scranton is that higher priority. I always sensed something, yet I could never quite see his face. Even when I was a child, I saw his face in my broken dreams while bombs pummeled my city. That face in the dark would save us all. He wouldn't be born for years, yet his portrait was emblazoned on my subconscious. Today I learned along with all of you what exactly he would save us from, and the exigency of our lives. His life exists to fulfill my purpose, and mine to fulfill his. I will not drag him kicking and screaming into the void. For over fifty years I have arranged for Robert Scranton to save himself, from the night I saw his face in the dark holding back the tide of unreality. If I had wanted to toss him into the void as a child, I could've sent Alpha-9 to drag him out of the cradle. But give me the chance to give him the chance to survive this, and he will give all of us a chance. Kejel SCP-7411-BLUE: PROJECT SHARPSPACE LOG: By December of 1998, SCP-7411-BLUE was determined to be a recurring threat worthy of counteroffensive action. While there was no evidence that the anomaly was sentient, no evidence existed to the contrary either, spare for the apparent randomness of reality-altering effects. In response, Special Research Advisor Kejel met with Drs. Scranton and Lang to discuss the potential application of Scranton's anomaly under the aegis of PROJECT SHARPSPACE. PROJECT SHARSPACE: Tactical Applications Conceptualization Session Site-120, Main Conference Room. December 4, 1998 Dr. Scranton enters the hall with Dr. Lang. Kejel is seated at the end of a long table with many seats. Lang and Scranton sit side-by-side. Kejel: Welcome, Doctors. I would like to play a little video for you to express what is going on. Kejel withdraws a remote control device from the pocket of his suit jacket, points it toward the ceiling, and a projector flashes to life, lighting up a large projector screen behind his seat. Kejel slips a disc into a DVD player, and the Foundation logo appears. Kejel presses another button, and a bizarre scene comes to life. Kejel: Watch and learn. An entire city skyline, appearing to be somewhere in the Middle East, appears to disintegrate into dust, which spirals into a tornado-like vortex before dispersing in a random manner. Kejel: The random chaos reveals its true face. Lang: I have never seen you this stone-faced, Director. What is it? It looks like a dangerous anomaly to me, but nothing new to BLUE. This has been happening all over the world for over a year, right? Kejel: My friends, I have not necessarily been forthcoming to you about the reason I have been so concerned about BLUE. It's not the first time an angry dimensional threat has sacked our reality. It is, however, the first time that my nightmares came true. Scranton: What? Kejel: As I have already informed the directorate, this anomaly did not… come as a surprise to me. Many years ago, I saw a city fall to dust, out of the night in the dreams of my childhood. Lang: You knew this was coming? Kejel: I sensed it, what we would come to know as BLUE, growling at the gate of our world, taunting me! I gave my life to the Foundation, feeling it approaching. When BLUE came through, I felt a pit in my stomach. Kejel grows louder, and talks with his hands, then his full body, appearing angry. Kejel: My gut feeling, that I had looked into the future and felt it look back at me, was right! Now, moment-for-moment, my childhood nightmares transpire in front of us! We will crush BLUE, Dr. Scranton. I need you to solve the problem, that is all. Dr. Scranton: That's the real reason you called me here, isn't it. Kejel sits down, appears weary, and holds his head. Kejel: Yeah. I needed to get that off my chest. [Whispering] Please solve the wormhole, Doctor. [End Whispering] I can't approve you to go through until I know you can come back safe. Kejel pauses, all are silent. Kejel: I can't take the guilt of knowing the end was coming, either. Scranton and Lang walk out, holding hands. Kejel watches them leave, expressionless. INCIDENT SCP-7411-Y2K: Over the next year, SCP-7411-BLUE made 76 further incursions into baseline reality. The use of amnestics was initially effective, however, human losses8 as of December 30, 1999 stood at 2,411,677. Maintaining normalcy became more difficult at each incidence, and on December 30, 1999, Overwatch Command announced that a ZK-Class "Reality Failure" Scenario was underway. At 0405 hours on December 31, Overseer O5-8 arrived at Site-120 to personally inform the PROJECT SHARPSPACE team of a 48-hour ultimatum to complete the project before the decommission of the Veil Protocol. On December 31, 1999, at 0530 Hours, Dr. Anna Lang called Mr. Kejel's sleeping quarters via the Emergency Action Line (EAL). Lang informed Kejel that she had devised an experimental method by which to reopen a CK-Class "Broken Entry" wormhole from its opposing side after a brief shutdown, allowing for the potential return of Dr. Scranton from the experimental zero-Hume space. On December 31, 1999, at 2325 hours, Drs. Scranton and Lang as well as Special Advisor Kejel were summoned to Site-120's head administrative office for an emergency briefing. PROJECT SHARPSPACE: OPERATIONAL TEST Reality Lab A December 31, 1999 Drs. Lang and Scranton enter the dark, dismal, grey room. Kejel is seated at the end of a long table. The ceiling stands at only five feet, and it is necessary for Lang and Scranton to stoop while taking their seats. Lang: They let you into the Admin office alone, sir? Kejel: There are some things we need to discuss. Scranton: We'd love to chat about my wonderful invention, but Dr. Lang and I are busy dreaming up a way of channeling my power through Dr. Lang's wonderful two-way workaround, since you won't let m- Kejel: I'm giving you approval. Scranton: What? Kejel: The veil is coming off tomorrow night if you don't give it a try, I'm willing to let you go through. 15,000 people went out to ring in the new millennium in Budapest an hour ago, and half of them were erased from reality, only to be reintroduced as bell peppers. I think I can make an exception to the rules, just this one time. Scranton: T-thank you, sir. That's why you called me this morning to- oh! Scranton has a visible moment of realization. Lang: What did he call you about, Bobby? You didn't tell me that! Kejel clears his throat, pats Dr. Scranton on the shoulder, and sits up, crouching while walking out of the tiny room. Scranton: Anna, the last few years I've spent with you have meant everything to me. Dr. Scranton presents an engagement ring, forged from Mekhanite-refined steel, to Dr. Lang. Scranton: We chose this life to die in the dark, and you've given me the chance to live a little too. Will you marry me, Anna? Lang: Yes. Forever yes. Lang and Scranton observe the clock, which reads 2359 hours, December 31, 1999. Kejel re-enters, and Lang and Scranton kiss. Kejel: Hello, kids. Lang and Scranton turn apart, and welcome Kejel. Kejel is flanked by the Site Chaplain. Kejel: I just got word that Buranistan and its 47 million people are now a shale field in Iraq. The effects are getting worse. Bobby, you're leaving to the void come morning. We need to do this now. Site-120's Chaplain administers a nondenominational wedding rite, standard Foundation practice for authorized relationships. Lang and Scranton are not authorized, however this does not appear to concern the Chaplain given the situation. Kejel: Dr. Scranton, you will report at 0600 hours for the preliminary test of our last line of defense. Scranton: It will be an honor, sir. Kejel waves Lang to leave, and she does. Scranton appears confused. Kejel: There's just one more thing, Doctor. Scranton: What is that? Kejel: I think you should know that I've been building toward tomorrow since the day I first saw your face, in 1943. It wasn't just BLUE that I saw in dreams, it was you. Scranton: I'm sorry, but what do you mean? I was born in 1948. Kejel: I should've told you this story earlier, but I never wanted this for you. I waited for you to find a way to come home, so I wouldn't need to leave you alone in the void. Bobby, I was there the night you were born in that dingy backwater hospital. I made sure your parents won that lottery to send you to college. I made sure your college advisor immersed you in Physics. Scranton: Lang discovered my Hume anomaly, not you! Kejel: You don't grasp the situation, Robert. How do you think even you didn't notice your anomaly until the time was right? I had to make sure you were always in the right place at the right time. Scranton walks away. Kejel raises his voice and yells after him down the hall. Kejel: I could only see a single future, and you are the one who made it. It was never my choice. Holding off BLUE is your destiny, I just made sure you never walked away from it! Scranton: Well… if you can see me walking away tomorrow, I suppose I needn't worry. Scranton leaves, puzzled and overwhelmed. Drs. Scranton and Lang returned to Scranton's sleeping quarters for the remainder of the six-hour waiting period. Scranton and Lang reported at 0600 hours as scheduled for PROJECT SHARPSPACE's first Operational Test. PROJECT SHARPSPACE: OPERATIONAL TEST Reality Lab A January 1, 2000 Dr. Lang and Kejel, flanked by a pair of Administrative Security Guards, observe Reality Lab A from the glass-paneled observation room as Dr. Scranton suits up in Level 3 HAZMAT gear. Technicians prepare the low-Hume Space Generator, a standard device for the opening of pocket dimensions. Dr. Lang: [Over Microphone] Good luck out there, Bobby! Kejel: You've got this! In and out, alright? Dr. Scranton raises his thickly-gloved fist and gives a "thumbs up". Kejel: Initiate the generator. A large black shimmer appears near the wall of the Lab, manifesting as expected. Dr. Scranton walks through. Moments later, a severe reaction occurs, resulting in the sudden emission of energy from the wormhole. A small portion of a control panel is detached and flies into the wormhole, which shuts down as ordered moments later. Dr. Lang: How are the Hume readings? Kejel: Beautiful, we got a hell of a surge, should easily be enough to hold off our little friend. Damage looks trivial. Dr. Lang: Alright, spin it up. Kejel: We will, of course, need to draw more Humes in. Dr. Lang: What do you mean? Kejel: We have a reliable source of ontokinetic particles, Anna. I'm going to need to use it. Dr. Lang: He needs to come back, we're past the window already! Kejel: BLUE doesn't think so. We're going to draw everything we can from that space until it goes away. Dr. Lang: Open the goddamn wormhole right now. Kejel: When I find another person with zero Humes, he can return. Until then, I'm not giving up the only shot I have, that you have, that any of us has. You know as well as I do that he wouldn't keep exposing himself to zero-H if he had the choice! Lang is too irate to speak. Kejel: I didn't force him. I want you to think about that, Anna. I waited this long! I gave him every chance to find another way! Dr. Lang: You never told him it would come to this, you bastard! Kejel: For all he knows, we had a malfunction. I know Bobby, he'll never lose hope. For god's sake, Anna, the barbarians are at the gate, and he has hope yet. Dr. Lang continues to spew profanity and threaten Kejel. Kejel: I'll wait! I promise you, Dr. Lang! I'll wait for him! Kejel gestures to the security guards, who restrain and carry Lang away. Kejel: [Softly, to himself] I'll wait for you, Bobby. Dr. Anna Lang was administered Class-E amnestics shortly following the January 1 Incident. The dimension to which the field generator transported Dr. Scranton has been accessible for indefinite periods, narratively sustained by the consciousness of the former Researcher. This has allowed for the containment of SCP-7411-BLUE. Portable devices accessing unlimited ontological particles withdrawn from this dimension have been added to the Foundation strategy for countering ontokinetic anomalies. These devices have been named in Dr. Scranton's honor, as the Scranton Reality Anchor. The nature of SCP-7411-BLUE has been obfuscated intentionally in this document, so as to prevent the assistance of the anomaly in bypassing the current method of containment. For details, please contact Site Director Emeritus Kejel. Kejel can be found in the Site-120 Reality Lab at all times, having not left the Lab since Scranton's disappearance (as of August 2023). Kejel has declined all offers of amnesticization, citing his 2000 promise to wait for Scranton. The control panel transported with Dr. Scranton by the wormhole was not replaced due to its age and deprecated status. The only lost component which was replaced was a single red warning light. Footnotes 1. All motives for personnel to leave their posting are intercepted prior to perception by said personnel member. Formal, direct denials of "shore leave" are to be limited to situations of true necessity. 2. Spare for theoretical Archaeomultiversal Entities proposed by the ███████-███████ ██████████████. 3. A quantifiable measure of reality, as described in this general briefing by Dr. Jekeled. 4. Due to security concerns, Kejel arranged for Site-120 to inherit a system of rotating Site Directors following his retirement. This consists of a council of 12 members, based on the 13-member Overwatch Command. All 12 current members were appointed by Dir. Kejel, however, future members may be nominated by current members. 5. All members of the directorate hold the title "Director". 6. See final addendum for informational obfuscation notes. 7. -1 designation was added at a later date, at the time of publication it was not known with certainty that further incursions would occur. 8. Including fatalities, missing, and transmogrified. |
SCP-7412 | pending | Item#: 7412 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: pending Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The responsibility of undoing the changes caused by SCP-7412 has been relegated to the Department of Tactical Theology. As of writing, SCP-7412 is scheduled to be retroactively nullified on January 13th, 2024. Description: SCP-7412 refers to a sudden, universal CK-Class Event that occurred on January 12th, 2023, at 17:22:58 EST. After cross-referencing with Deepwell Archives, it was determined that the only change caused by SCP-7412 was the retroactive alteration of causality to add exactly one minor holiday to every extant religion. Holidays retroactively created by SCP-7412 — henceforth SCP-7412-1 — each have varying practices and customs consistent with their corresponding religions. However, despite each having their own distinct cultural rituals, SCP-7412-1 instances seem to follow a few key similarities: The holiday will have little overall impact on the extant religion or the course of history, but will still be acknowledged as a unique celebratory event. The holiday will involve some form of victory or success where a situation appeared hopeless or impossible, often through the form of a miracle. The holiday's practices involve celebrating a spiritual leader, some form of game played for monetary or faux-monetary gain, or the construction of a yurt. The holiday occurred on January 12th, 1968, the birth date of Site-666 Director Randall House. SCP-7412 was discovered following mass-desynchronization of CK-Class Scenario Detectors (CSDs) from their extra-universal counterparts, indicating a restructuring event had occurred. Shortly thereafter, various Exclusionary Sites confirmed consistent reports that reality had been altered retrocasually; analysis revealed roughly 640 pages of archives came into existence with the CK-Class Event, most relating to minor religious holidays. SCP-7412 and SCP-7412-1 were classified as anomalous shortly thereafter. Addendum One — Abridged Log of SCP-7412-1 Instances Affected Religion: Judaism Holiday Name: Hanukkah Sheini / Hanukkah Katan1 Date of Celebration: 26 Tevet Historical Context: During the Jewish revolt against the Seleucid monarchy by the Maccabees, a surprise attack left Jewish forces in retreat, forcing them away from Jerusalem. Judah Maccabee ordered there to be a fast for all soldiers in the Maccabeean force. On the third day, when it appeared the Jewish forces were surrounded, a mysterious figure only named Ben Randel appeared and began to fight the Seleucid army, motivating the remaining Jews to continue fighting, leading to an unexpected Jewish victory. Ben Randel was not spotted or identified following the battle. Jewish tradition maintains that this individual was none other than Elijah the prophet. Cultural Practices: Hanukkah Katan is considered a Rabbinical minor holiday in Jewish culture, and thus is not subject to the laws of Yom Tovim. Similar to Hanukkah itself, it is customary to partake in a game of dreidal, which involves a spinning top and the exchange of faux-money depending on how the top lands. Additionally, a single candle is lit to commemorate the bravery of Ben Randel in his battle against the Greeks. It should be noted that some Sephardi Jews have a custom to construct a circular tent similar to a Sukkah on Hanukkah Katan, although it is unclear where the custom originates. Affected Religion: Christianity Holiday Name: Second Epiphany2 Date of Celebration: January 12th Historical Context: Additional text found on Papyri 𝔓13 mentions an additional Magi to visit the infant Christ, resulting in a slight addition to the Gospel of Matthew's recounting of the Magi's visit (though Matt. 2:1-12 remain unchanged): 13 In a week's time, after the departure of the others, a final Magi appeared before the child and his mother, bringing greater gifts in apology for the lateness of his visit. 14 Great merriment and joy did he bring to Bethlehem to compensate, for he came not for homage but to ease the burden of anxiety upon Christ and his family in the manner of celebration long awaited. Cultural Practices: Similar to Mardi Gras, the celebration of Second Epiphany has evolved culturally into a celebration bordering on excess, with a ceremonial tossing of 'burdens' into a fire pit to limit their ability to affect celebrants into the new year. Several Protestant denominations condemned the practice entirely during the Reformation, resulting in local pushback in areas where Puritanism or Calvinism were more commonly practiced after colonization. Affected Religion: Islam Holiday Name: Eid ul-Dawra4 Date of Celebration: 12 Shawwal Historical Context: Although largely unassociated with the cultural practices of the holiday, a common folk legend involves a village being attacked by an Ifrit.5 According to the legend, the Ifrit used its abilities to hold the sun in the sky, preventing it from setting on the day before Eid al-Fitr. Although permitted to eat in life-threatening situations, no one in the town wished to break the fast to give satisfaction to the Ifrit. However, the Khalifah of the village procured a solution to trick the Ifrit. The Khalifah coordinated with his citizens to create many large mirrors and told them to bring them onto the nearby hills. Then, angling them correctly, the mirrors would reflect sunlight towards a single concentrated point on the opposite horizon. Confused by the presence of a second sun-like object across from him, the Ifrit rushed towards the opposite side of the sky. He dropped the real sun in the process, giving it just enough time to set before the Jinn could learn the source of the trick. It is believed that the time the sun ended up setting was supposed to be the 12th of Shawwal. Cultural Practices: Eid ul-Dawra is informally celebrated in a similar manner to Eid al-Fitr, following 10 days of optional fasting during the month of Shawwal. These days consist of six days of customary fasting, followed by four days of fasting either to make up missed days of Ramadan or on behalf of others who could not fast. The optional fasting ends on the night of the 12th, signifying the start of Eid ul-Dawra.6 During the day of the 12th, it was customary to construct a yurt or tent post-breaking (symbolizing rejuvenation), though this custom has fallen out of favor in modern times. It should be noted that although the holiday is recognized across all denominations, Sunni Muslims place more emphasis on the day being specifically on the 12th, while Shia Muslims celebrate it more loosely and as a general period of celebration. Affected Religion: Hinduism Holiday Name: Purva Holika7 Date of Celebration: 128ماگھ Historical Context: Local to the Sindh region of Pakistan, the festival commemorates the victory of Hamsa Rama, an avatar of Viṣṇu, over a group of demonic Asuras in 'a game of chance with nothing at hand but a wooden die'.9 Cultural Practices: While mirroring some of the traditional aesthetics of the later Grand Festival of Holi in the spring, Purva Holika typically is noted by the exclusive use of red and black rice powder in a more combative manner, with 'sides' chosen loosely amongst participants and often changing in the middle of the play fighting. Interestingly, the festival does not commemorate romantic or familial love, as is heavily emphasized during the later traditional Holi festival. Affected Religion: Tengrism10 Holiday Name: ᠲᠣᠯᠢ ᠲᠩᠷᠢ11 Date of Celebration: ༡༢ ᠨᠢᠭᠡᠳᠦᠭᠡᠷ ᠰᠠᠷ12 Historical Context: Celebrating the day that the lasting conflict between Genghis Khan and the supreme imperial shaman Kokochu Teb was finally settled without bloodshed. As described in the Mongɣol‑un niɣuca tobciyan (Secret History of the Mongol People), an 'outsider arrived and acted as mediator between the two foes with the aid of the tngri spirits of both white and dark nature.' These negotiations are not described, but the outsider was welcomed to the feast to celebrate the accord as its 'architect'. Cultural Practices: A traditional feast with roast horse and shamanistic drum dances, typically held in the most hospitable area the nomads might find on the Steppe during late winter. It is notable that while wagering and races are encouraged amongst celebrants, the yurt plays no particular central role beyond its traditional housing of tribes in the region. Affected Religion: Mekhanism Holiday Name: Δαμάτριος13 Date of Celebration: 12 Ιανουάριος Historical Context: Unknown. The holiday has persisted into the modern day, however due to the Mekhanite diaspora, there is little consistent information about the origin of the holiday.14 Cultural Practices: Celebrants typically will use the anticipatory days before the holiday to decorate a basic rounded tent structure, often formed from a single sheet of metal, with increasingly complex mechanisms fashioned out of fuladh. Traditions have recently fractured due to the deunification of the Church; Cogsworth Orthodox adherents tend to aim for minimalism in their designs, while Maxwellists design the yurts in 3D modelling programs, often with surrealist or non-euclidean appearances. Affected Religion: The Ortothan Religion Holiday Name: Yorie-Aímact Kal15 Date of Celebration: Occurs eight times per galactic cycle. Exact date unclear; last celebrated January 12th, 1968. Historical Context: According to Ortothan tradition, over 100,000 years ago a sudden and large invasion of Voruteut attacked Yorun-leusan, the Holy Sixth. This invasion was apparently on a similar scale to the one that would later kill them in 2000, primarily targeting their blood supply in an attempt to drain their power. This attack nearly succeeded; however, close to the brink of death, an entity only known in holy scriptures as Houís-Rakdal (given the title "ruler of house of circles") is said to have sacrificed itself to give Yorun-leusan the blood they needed to survive. Cultural Practices: To honor Houís-Rakdal's sacrifice, many Ortothans — including the Church of the Second Hytoth — let blood in a special circular room attached to many Ortothan religious buildings. Another custom observed by some human and alien groups involve tossing light objects of monetary value into the air and not retrieving them.16 The origin of this practice is unclear. Addendum Two — [DATA EXPUNGED] The remainder of this file is classified to DoTT/5 Clearance only. [UNLOCK FILE] Access Granted The following events occurred in Director Yossarian Leiner's office at Reliquary Area-27 on January 13th, 2023. They have been logged for archival purposes. [BEGIN LOG] At approximately 11:53 Local, Junior Researcher Cooper knocks and enter Director Leiner's office. The office is in disarray as usual; papers are stacked high on the Director's desk and various trinkets litter the room. Director Yossarian glances up, before exhaling and beckoning Cooper over. Dir. Leiner: Good, good, you're on time. I was getting a little worried. J.R. Cooper: I'm always on time. What's this about? You seemed really adamant I arrive before 11:55. Am I in trouble? Dir. Leiner: Absolutely not. As always, you're doing a fantastic job here. (Pause) The reason you're here because I'm going to need your help dealing with the guy who is in trouble. Cooper stares at Director Leiner. He doesn't elaborate. J.R. Cooper: …With all due respect, I'm not sure how I coul— A sudden knock on the office door interrupts Cooper, startling her. As she turns, it swings open, revealing Site-666 Director Randall House. House — who is wearing a red and gold suit embroidered with the Site-666 logo — calmly enters the room. J.R. Cooper: Oh Christ. Dir. House: Close, but no cigar. House walks over and pulls up a chair, sitting directly in front of Director Leiner's desk. He angles his seat slightly to also face J. Researcher Cooper. Leiner scowls at him. Dir. Leiner: You have a lot of explaining to do. House raises his arms in mock defeat. Dir. House: Alright, alright. Look, the embezzlement was a one time thing, promise— Dir. Leiner: No, not that. The Council already gave you a slap on the wrist. I wouldn't have called you all the way out here for something as measly as that. J.R. Cooper: What do you qualify as measly embezzlement? Dir. House: Then this must be about using your soul as collateral last week. Look, the truth is, the game was rigged fro— Dir. Leiner: You what? Dir. House: Oh, wasn't that then. J.R. Cooper: I wasn't even aware that was something you could do, to be honest. Dir. House: Me neither, 'til a week ago. Completely off the cuff. I'm surprised it even worked. Director Leiner pinches the bridge of their nose and sighs. Director House grins. Dir. House: There he is! Dir. Leiner: …It's the holidays. Dir. House: Actually, those were a month ago. Dir. Leiner: I'm talking about the ones that came into existence yesterday. The ones that are apparently all about you. Silence. Dir. House: Ahhhhh, right. Those. Completely slipped my mind. Cooper clears her throat. J.R. Cooper: Uh, holidays that came into existence…? I don't recall any that weren't around before. Dir. Leiner: Retroactive alterations of reality. Before today, Hanukkah Katan, Second Theophany— J.R. Cooper: Or Second Epiphany. Dir. Leiner: …Second Epiphany, Eid ul-Dawra, and a bunch of other holidays didn't exist. J.R. Cooper: What? That doesn't make sense, I wrote my thesis on— Silence. J.R. Cooper: Oh. Jesus Christ. Dir. Leiner: Stop saying his name. He might actually show up. Dir. House: I'm already here. Dir. Leiner: Can it, Randall. Cooper raises her eyebrow. House smirks her direction, provoking another scowl from Leiner. Dir. Leiner: Do you know how much paperwork I have to do now? I literally have to crawl through over six hundred documents over the next two weeks. I was already swamped with work, and then I get a little "ding!" from my computer letting me know that apparently reality's gone ahead and shifted itself. Do you know how anxious I was? Dir. House: Sorry. Genuinely. But to my credit, this time was completely out of my control. J.R. Cooper: Care to elaborate? Dir. House: Sure. You see, it was yesterday morning… [BEGIN LOG] Director House, ruler of Site-666, woke up bright and early at six in the morning on January 12th, 2023. Sunlight streaked through the only luxurious room left in the Luxor hotel, casting brilliant hues of gold across the wall beside House's bed. The fragrance of gold wafted through the air, carried by— Dir. Leiner: Get to the point. To make a long story short, it was a perfectly ordinary day. That was until Director House noticed a shadowy being at the foot of his bed, watching him menacingly. Unknown Entity: Hello, House. Dir. House: Fuck! I told you Satan, only bother me after nine. It's way too early for this shit. Especially on my birthday. The entity laughs, quite evilly. Unknown Entity: Oh, but I am not Satan, and it is never too early for a wager. Director House groans and lifts himself into a sitting position. The entity appears to smile. Unknown Entity: Glad to have your attention, Director. Allow me to introduce myself. (The entity bows.) I am the Fifteenth Lord of Envy, Master of the Dark Triad. Dir. House: You've got to be shitting me. Lord of Envy: Shitting you I am not. I have come to challenge you, Randall. Dir. House: Okay. In what? Lord of Envy: In any game your heart desires. If you succeed, you will receive honor and recognition beyond your wildest dreams. If you lose, well, you shall pay a price most dear: your identity. Dir. House: Nah, I'm good, thanks. I've got plenty of honor and fame already, and I get it myself. Lord of Envy: I'm not offering, I'm demanding. I would not be the Fifteenth Lord of Envy, Master of the Dark Triad if I was a "chill dude", now would I? Dir. House: Christ, alright, fine. You said any game, right? Lord of Envy: Yes, indeed, Director House. Any your heart desires. Blackjack, poker, even rock-paper-scissors if you so wish— Dir. House: Chess. Lord of Envy: Chess? J.R. Cooper: Chess? Dir. House: Chess. You can be white. I'm not a fan of it. Lord of Envy: You… can play chess? Dir. House: Yeah. I used to play with my father every weekend. Director House reaches under his bed and pulls out an ornate chess board. It is red and gold in coloration. The gold pieces face Randall. Dir. House: Your move. Lord of Envy: Uh. After a few minutes of literally sweating profusely (it was some kind of weird sulphur substance that took forever to wash out of the bed), the Lord of Envy moves a pawn. Randall does the same immediately. This continues for approximately five additional moves. Dir. House: Checkmate. Lord of Envy: Oh fuck. Dir. House: It's honestly kind of impressive that you fell for the Fool's Mate. Just stumbled into that one. The entity wipes sweat from its non-existent forehead and exhales. Lord of Envy: Very well, I have been bested in the game of wit. It is only fair I uphold my end of the bargain. Enjoy your reward, son of House… you have earned it. The entity immediately explodes, distorting space around it as it disappears completely. House is unharmed, though it leaves a black stain on the bed. For a few seconds, the room is filled with silence and House takes in what just occurred. Then, the wristwatch next to House's nightstand begins to play an emergency tone. Dir. House: …Oh shit. House leans back comfortably in his chair, watching Leiner and Cooper. Dir. House: End log. J.R. Cooper: …Why did you convey all that like you were reading an interview? Dir. Leiner: Well, it certainly makes my job easier. Dir. House: You're welcome. And before you ask, no, I have no idea who the "Fifteenth Lord of Envy" is. One of the rare cases when the demon that goes after me isn't because I pissed them off. Dir. Leiner: Assuming you didn't make all that up just to get off the hook… I suppose we'll need to add a note to start looking for the Lord of Envy. Maybe classify it as a -2, or something. Ugh. I was already swamped with coordinating the retrocasual unconverter. Undoing this is going to be hell. Silence. Cooper glances back and forth, examining the two. Dir. House: So. Yoss. Dir. Leiner: What? Dir. House: Can I cash in a quick favor? Leiner glares at him. Dir. Leiner: You owe me six, currently. So no. Dir. House: But is that including or excluding all the times I borrowed your demonology guys with explicit permission from al-Taqi? Dir. Leiner: …Including. Dir. House: And excluding? Leiner sighs. Dir. Leiner: …then I would owe you one. Dir. House: Cool, then we're going with that. J.R. Cooper: I'm surprised you could keep track. Dir. Leiner: You have to, with him. Alright, Randall, what is it? Dir. House: Can you delay the whole CK-reversal thing until next year? J.R. Cooper: What? Dir. House: I've only kept my memories from before the CK Event, so I've never really experienced any of the holidays about me. I'd like to at least experience a few before they disappear from reality permanently. Dir. Leiner: I… J.R. Cooper: You're not seriously considering this, are you? Dir. Leiner: …Unfortunately, I am. Alright, fine. One year. January 13th, 2024, we're pulling the plug. Plenty of time to experience them all. House grins, gets up, and then pats Leiner on the back. Leiner doesn't react. Dir. House: I knew I could count on you! J.R. Cooper: …Christ. Dir. Leiner: We've really got to break that habit, Cooper. House laughs. After a brief moment, Leiner shakes his head, chuckling. Cooper remains stone-faced, entirely dumbfounded. Dir. House: You still gotta work on that poker face even after all these years. I could tell you found this all funny the moment I walked in. Dir. Leiner: Alright, alright. It was funny, I'll admit it. Get out of here before you say that God-awful catchphrase of yours. I'm tired of hearing it and you've already caused me enough headaches for one night. Dir. House: Don't have to tell me twice. I think the Akivas here are giving me a rash. House exits the office, turning around once he steps outside the doorway. Dir. House: Oh, and by the way: the Home is always successful. He leaves, closing the door behind him. Yossarian sighs briefly, returning to his desktop to continue working. Cooper remains motionless for a few moments. J.R. Cooper: …I think I just had a stroke. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. lit. Second Hanukkah / Minor Hanukkah. 2. Or "Second Theophany" in most Eastern Orthodox traditions. 3. B. P. Grenfell & A. S. Hunt, Oxyrhynchus Papyri I, pp. 4–7, 1901 (note that this deviates from pre-CK Event records). 4. lit. Celebration of the Cycle. 5. A powerful demon in Islam tradition. 6. Days in the Muslim calendar begin and end at sunset. 7. lit. Early Holi 8. lit. Magh 9. While not all extant manuscripts of the Bhagavata Purana includes this deviation in Chapter 7, the anomalous corruption of Bhāgavatamahāpurāṇam (which acted as the common translation source) has resulted in roughly 70% of all copies of the text worldwide including the text of this incident. 10. Commonly known as traditional Mongolian Shamanism. 11. lit. Opened Tengri. There are multiple theories about the name, but no conclusive reasoning as the Eagle God Tengri is not mentioned directly either in historical records or modern cultural celebrations of the holiday. 12. lit. Arvan hoyr Negdügeer sar. 13. lit. Damátrios. The name of one of the Boeotian lunar months listed by the Greek poet Hesoid (c. 750-650 BCE) in his Theogonía, and also mentioned in the Aegean Tablets which led to the discovery of Amoni-Ram. This connection is being researched further. 14. Although the holiday is apparently celebrated in the city of Amoni-Ram, it likely has origins within the diaspora itself, leading to a lack of primary, secondary, or tertiary sources on its origin. 15. lit. Day of the Sixth's Blood 16. In this context of SCP-7412, this is believed to be analogous to gambling. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7412" by AriadnesThread and Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7412. Licensed under CC-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-7413 | safe | It's just a dumb joke. You don't really believe in any of that stuff, right? Item #: SCP-7413 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7413 is held in a standard humanoid containment cell within Site-433. As SCP-7413 lacks the need for sustenance or amenities, the cell is otherwise empty. A floodlight has been installed in the ceiling above SCP-7413, in lieu of usual linoleum lighting. When SCP-7413 was initially recovered,1 it was in possession of the following items: A 3 meter white sheet with three holes cut through it; a mouth and eyes were drawn over in the holes with black sharpie marker; Grey-blue coveralls with an empty name tag sticker appended to the left breast pocket; Two brown Thorogood brand steel-toed boots; A butcher's knife. These items demonstrated no perceivable anomalous properties, and are held together in a Safe-class storage locker within its cell — with the exception of the butcher's knife, which has been sequestered to the armory for safekeeping. Description: SCP-7413 is a plastic full-body mannequin standing at 2.10 meters. It is hollow, with the exception of its posable joints. Two holes are present on SCP-7413's left shoulder and left bicep, the result of gunshots sustained during recovery. SCP-7413 is capable of locomoting and verbalizing, but it has refused to interact with personnel. Since its containment, SCP-7413 has remained motionless in the center of its cell. Discovery Log (Summarized): Several calls were made to the police precinct of northern ████████, ██████, USA, in which a low, androgynous voice stated "there is a killer on the loose" before hanging up. A police squad, including one undercover Foundation field agent, was dispatched to the location of the call: a dilapidated shack in the urban forest preserve. Upon entry, the shack was completely dark, later inspections revealing the lighting system had been removed entirely. The shack was empty of appliances, including a bed and toilet, and all the interior doors had been removed. Along the main space/living room, the bathroom, and presumably the bedroom, 15 bodies were recovered — each was covered in a white sheet with three holes cut along the facial area, eyes and a mouth drawn over the holes in black sharpie marker. A 16th figure was later located in the bathtub. While the squad's head detective filed a report back to the precinct, the 16th figure was seen getting up and entering the bedroom. As the officers moved to inspect the bedroom, the field agent — who was first to enter — was attacked from behind the wall with a butcher knife, by a person in blue-grey coveralls and a plastic mask.2 Recovered from body camera footage. The field agent was cleaved through the front of his inner thigh, leaving him immobilized. The second officer shot at the suspect twice, striking it in the arm, before it proceeded to jump out the window. At this point, no anomalous activity was suspected, so the field agent remained in the shack awaiting care while the other officers pursued the figure. The officers discovered the suspect in a nearby river, lying face down. It had covered itself in the white sheet and several leaves, and there was no discernible blood. It did not react to commands from the officers, and when they attempted to lift it from the river, they discovered that it was, in fact, not the suspect, but a full-body mannequin. The mannequin wore the coveralls of the suspect, was wielding the suspect's knife, and had the suspect's "sheet ghost" costume, but no footprints or tangible evidence could be found to reveal where the suspect went. As such, the search was discontinued for the night. Paramedics arrived on the scene to treat the field agent, and the mannequin was brought in as evidence. The cadavers were inspected. Each had died of malnutrition, dehydration, or both; none suffered any injuries, but were all covered in fake blood stickers sold by the Spirit Halloween chain. Each cadaver belonged to a missing person reported the previous year. The field agent was hospitalized, but as the mannequin was inspected in the evidence locker, it apparently vocalized "the killer has been apprehended" in a low, androgynous voice, before becoming unnaturally slack. This information was made available to the field agent; the field agent proceeded to forward these findings to Site Command. The mannequin was collected shortly after. While being brought for containment, the mannequin — now designated as SCP-7413 — spontaneously animated, then entered its cell without the aid of personnel. It proceeded to stand in the center of the cell, then stare up at the ceiling, where it has remained since. Footnotes 1. 10/31/2002. 2. Presumed. 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SCP-7414 | safe | Superficially, the runes written on SCP-7414 translates to “I, master of the runes conceal here runes of power, which will be revealed when broken.” Item #: SCP-7414 Special Containment Procedures: All civilians will be denied entry on the pretense of an archaeological investigation in the area. All accounts of SCP-7414 as a historical artifact have been removed from national archives. Authorized personnel will be stationed nearby an outpost in order to prevent civilian interference with the object. Description: SCP-7414 refers to three standing stones located on the Western coast of Sweden. Each stone is inscribed with runes written in the Elder Futhark, dating back to the 8th century. When anyone attempts to view the runes, they will perceive rapid changes to their surroundings and feel powerless to resist these changes. Typical effects are described as different chronological events occurring in the middle of a haze. Subjects slip into a trance-like state, during which they experience a series of events narrated by an unidentified female voice. So far, no unexpected side effects have been reported after interactions with SCP-7414. The three stones each elicit a different experience and they are therefore described here as SCP-7414-1, -2, and -3 respectively. Two of the boats depicted on the surface of SCP-7414-1 SCP-7414-1 is a pointed stone engraved with vertical runes and decorated with images of occupied boats. SCP-7414-2 is a narrow stone with vertical runes in the middle and a broad serpentine figure along the edges. SCP-7414-3 is a broad stone with vertical runes along the side and a serpent coiled in a ring. Addendum 7414-1 After a civilian team of archeologists discovered the effects of SCP-7414, amnestics were provided and a team of Foundation researchers were sent out to record and document their experience with SCP-7414. The transcription has been fitted with commentary where deemed necessary. [OPEN LOG] At the identification of the runes, we did not expect much, and so were shocked as the runes didn't have to be transcribed; instead, we heard a woman's voice, and everything became perfectly clear. And it was like the first stone blinded us and then clouds filled the sky, and we had a different land around us, plainer, but grazed by horses and oxen. A fort of wood had risen out of the ground around us, and a longhouse appeared on a mound. A company of warriors were marching towards it, clad in large pelts and adorned in ornate metal. A rustling told us of armor and weapons under all that fur. A voice spoke to us, as if it was in our heads. Unknown: Sigtruda, King of many men, welcomed one day King Alf to his court. The young monarch had carried gold and ornate jewelry from Miklagård in the east. The weathered Sigtruda was impressed by how the young King Alf fared. Sigtruda: You have impressed me well, brave King Alf. I suspect with these merry treasures you are here to aim for an alliance with my kin. However, I must disappoint you. For my kingdom is not the one it once was, and we must admit our weaknesses. Our fields do not yield much harvest, and our amber is out since a few years back. I am afraid, I have nothing to offer in return for this alliance between us. Unknown: But King Alf only grinned under his moustache and showed the crooked Sigtruda the six front teeth that he had left. He let his hands go to his side. Alf: Your lands are weak, but your kin is still strong. And I can think of many solutions to this problem. If we tie bonds, not by economy, but by family, the fate of your land will brighten. Unknown: The young girl sitting on the throne’s left, but a nervous teenager who had just learned to take care of her younger siblings, stiffened. She was terrified, for the young king Alf had during his account laid his eyes on her. The old king clasped his palms and raised a horn in the air. Sigtruda: That is it. Tonight, we feast for the alliance of our kins! Skål!” Unknown: A roar was heard and the villagers were summoned to prepare the feast for the two kings. Meanwhile, the frail little girl, Alfhild Lathgertha, had escaped into her mother’s hut. Her mother was smitten by Alfhild’s tears and embraced her daughter in her bosom. “So, so,” she said, awkwardly trying to comfort the child, who knew her mother had once endured the same event. With them was also her closest friend, Tora, who appeared fierier with reddish flaming hair and a constant wrinkle formed upon her forehead. Tora: Oh, curse that bloody king! Mother Gudrun looked at her with a warning gaze. Tora: Why should he take her away from us? He steals gold and treasure from Miklagård, but do we know he was the one who did the deed? Could it not be his servants or warriors? What more does he know? Does he have a big kingdom? Is he a good man? Look at his face, the giants were fairer!” Gudrun: We must not speak like that. It is not our place. Unknown: Gudrun was still stroking the long blonde hair of Alfhild. Tora, with two wrinkles on her forehead now, took Alfhild by the shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Then she disappeared out of the tent. Gudrun looked at Tora and then back at Alfhild, with tears of pity filling her large eyes. Later that night the two kings were discussing their affair. Sigtruda and Alf were in agreement that Alfhild was the most fitting daughter to be transferred to Alf’s court. However, when Alf inquired on her whereabouts, the hall went silent. Sigtruda: Alfhild? Where’s my daughter? From behind the throne, the mother of the house, stepped forward with a certain calm in her stride. Gudrun: I believe you will not find her here anymore. Unknown: The old king looked at Gudrun as if she had been a ghost. Sigtruda: What do you mean? Is she not here to welcome her suitor? Shame on- Gudrun: I don’t think she is meaning to come. I suspect she has already left the village. Unknown: And so she had. While the longhouse was filled with dread and bitterness, Alfhild and Tora had made their way down to the boats. They threw oversized fur pelts in the water, costumes they had used to disguise themselves. Tora took them upon a boat that had belonged to her wretched father once, I say once, now it was theirs. Back in the hall, the flames upon the fireplaces lining up the longhouse were weak. It was if the air inside had suddenly become frailer, and king Alf was struggling to breathe. He puffed and hummed, with a stormy red spreading over his throat and face. Alf: King Sigtruda, as joyeous this occasion has been, I am afraid I will have to take my leave in order to resort to my duty. Finding my wife! King Alf slammed the end of his unsheathed battle-axe into the table. A roar lifted the longhouse as King Alf led his men out of the longhouse and toward the boats. [END LOG] The persons mentioned here are part fiction and part historical characters. Alfhild Lathgertha is mentioned briefly in sagas of the 14th century but has never been able to be tied to an actual person and king Sigtruda has been documented as a Geatish chief ruling in the 8th century. Local historians argue that the most probable place of burial is the colloquially named Sigtruda Hill located in the western parts of Sweden. However, there are no existing mentions of a king named Alf during this time period. Geatish settlements during the 6th century. [OPEN LOG] At this point we were in a trance-like condition. However, there was a calmness in it all, like we were carried on by a pair of warm hands. Our environments shifted. We saw these two young women set up camp somewhere else and recruit fellow young women from the surrounding societies. At the same time, we could see this furious chieftain riling his men up and sailing along the coast. Hard weather hindered him, and mists concealed the company of these women. One night, he finally reached the final point of the coastline with his boat and the voice continued. Unknown: Alfhild and Tora had gathered a small group of women from villages along the coast. Many had left their lives longing for a new life or an escape. Now they stood on the desolate cliffs where the sea winds howled to greet King Alf. The young king left his longboat and met Alfhild’s wide eyes with his determined gaze. Alf: Come, Alfhild. You don’t need to run anymore. You will be safe with me! Our two kins together will make your homeland thrive again! Unknown: King Alf grinned, just like he was used to do. Alfhild felt a surge of fear and desperation. Tora stepped forward and grabbed her friend’s arm. Tora: Go ahead fool. If you want your lovely concubine, show us you deserve her.” Alfhild urged Tora not to aggravate him, and the king's men joined him on the cliff. Tora: You need your men’s help to take me on, king? Unknown: The king made a signal with his axe, in order to get his men back into the boat. He spun his battle-axe in his arm and threw himself forward into the battle. Tora: First, one must learn to use the size, and momentum of the enemy and learn to use your own. Unknown: The big man had ended up swinging his big axe into the ground. He growled and turned to swing at Tora again. Tora: Then, one uses his lost footing. Unknown: The king missed his swing and trembled. Tora took one step forward and gave him a kick, sending him backwards. Alfhild, the once fearful maiden felt a newfound courage when she watched her friend use this unknown knowledge to humiliate this clumsy warrior. Tora: Lastly, you need to use your wits, and use tricks. Unknown: Alf made a roaring sound and swung his legs along the ground, turning Tora upside down. The confident Tora panted at the ground, and Alf sat himself on top of her. The women of Alfhild’s party had switched their emotion from inspiration to despair as they saw the big man raising his battle-axe. And that was the moment Alfhild saw her guiding light and tackled the king. The surprise on his face mirrored the shock of the crashing waves below as Alfhild’s strikes landed true. The mouth of the king had turned red, his teeth were not visible, if existent at all. Alfhild dared to stand up first when Tora had landed a firm kick into his cheek. She handed the battle-axe of King Alf to Alfhild. One of Alf's men: That was not a fair fight! Unknown: Alfhild had a quickened breath but resonated a quiet strength. She called back, Alfhild: Fairness is a luxury. We fight not for fairness, but for freedom. She put a foot on the face of the weak man below her. Alfhild: But if it is fairness you want, I wonder how many conquests this man really did in Miklagård. And how many, he would not reward his company for. The men in the boat lowered their shoulders and whispered nervously. Alfhild waited for a wave to strike, and then swung the axe into the sky and followed its movement down into the man’s throat. The novice turned warrior turned to examine the longboat and the pale faces of the warriors. Alfhild: We fight for freedom. [END LOG] Sigtruda hill, tumulus assumed to belong to 8th century king Sigtruda. Addendum 7414-2 The following is a transcription of what occurred as the second stone, SCP-7414-2 was viewed. [OPEN TRANSCRIPT] The surrounding areas darkened once again and was shrouded in a thick mist. The mist cleared up and revealed a moving surface, soon splashing against rocks and cliffs. The rune stones were replaced with men and women rowing a longboat forward, fanning the sailors on board, and leaving a frothy wake in its wake. The narrating voice from above began with a thunderous noise. Unknown: Alfhild Lathgertha first met with the darkness when she was raiding the settlements of Lochlann. She was by now a proud warrior, with shining rustling armor, a sword smelt by the most cunning smiths and a decorated shield of oak. She had built and rebuilt a boat and gone from 26 pair of oars to 36. There was a feeling of invincibility, and a feeling that no one would question or challenge her with her loyal company. That feeling persisted until the day she met Katla. Katla was no ordinary fiend, she would chill the sea, spreading a mist around her, and almost still the blood of ones near her. However, when she slithered on to the thick ice that had emanated from under her, she was more out for a talk, than a massacre. When Alfhild ordered “Attack!” on the dark body that slowly surrounded her boat one day she found herself slowing down, and her company freezing in place. For the sea that had recently surrounded their boat was all of a sudden an uneven surface of ice while the air had filled with frosty particles. To her horror, she found she was the only one on the boat that could move forward reasonably, and the only one on the boat, who found two globes of reptilian eyes open to stare right at her. And where was she to escape? Katla I’m ssorry. Is that the cold shaking you up? Or do you fear my figure? Katla rose up revealing her matte underside. Alfhild had backed up onto the stern of the boat and held tightly onto a shield. Alfhild: What do you want with us beast? Take us to Helheim if you must, do not doubt it. We have no defense. Unknown: Katla revealed a set of fangs, spreading her mouth in what could only be a serpent’s equivalent of a smile. Katla: You are, mistaken little Alfhild. There are many sisters of mine in this world, but we are not all destined for Ragnarök. I am Katla, and I have been following you since you in so extraordinary fashion killed that ugly ccchharlatan. Katla enunciated this last word with a hissing sound and squinted her eyes in disgust. Alfhild: Are- are you a Lindworm? Child of Jǫrmungandr? Katla: I am here, to warn you. The fins of the scaley serpent rose. Alfhild: Wha-, what? Of what? Katla: You have taken your newly found powers, and used them of such a degree that we have had to lay our eyes on you. Do you think… It isss normal of you, a f- female, to wreak havoc upon the sea? It is too much noise. Katla, who was the same approximate size of the whole ship, circled the ship and closed in on Alfhild with her head. Katla: You have treaded, untouched waters, and disssssturbed Her. Do not go close to sea again. Stay on land, the rest of your life. She has already started her hunt. Tora: Stay on land… For all life!?" From behind, this quivering voice of a shivering body had slowly risen. It was Tora, hugging herself tightly for warmth. Katla gestured with her head towards the shore, instantly melting a path of streaming water for the longboat. Katla: It is your fate. Katla loosened her grip of the longboat, and retreated off the boat. Alfhild: W-, wait, wait Katla! Who is this creaure that you speak of? Who have we disturbed?! Katla slithered across the ice and made her way towards the ocean. Katla: My ssssister. [END TRANSCRIPT] Early depiction of a Lindworm, in this case Fáfnir from the germanic legend of Sigurd found on the Sigurd Stone close to Eskilstuna, Sweden. The transcription reveals a common symbol within Norse legend and mythology, the Lindworm. Lindworms are the north germanic equivalent of dragons, much alike the British Wyvern and the French Guivre. They are often included in legends and on rune inscriptions. One such serpent is depicted circling the surface of SCP-7414-2. Addendum 7414-3 Alfhild Lathgertha's route, as depicted by SCP-7414. [OPEN TRANSCRIPT] The skies darkened and the rune stones vanished. A ship had landed by a seaside that had not been there a few minutes ago. The company of the ship hurriedly entered a longhouse, situated not long from the beach. Unknown: The proud Alfhild Lathgertha, former raider of the seas, now raider of the country, had waited for word from across the sea. The messengers came into the well-lit longhouse with exasperated and fearful expressions. Messenger: My highness. The first messenger sat down on one knee. Messenger: The king, is very unwell. Your home is in dire need of a princess. As you know, there are no brothers to take his place. The longhouse was shaken by the thrusting winds of the ocean. Alfhild pondered, and did not seem to reveal any emotion at this message. Alfhild: What of the queen? Messenger: Yes, what may have exacerbated the king’s condition… In a violent fever, the queen, was swept away not long ago. She is dead, my highness. The sky thundered and Alfhild had remarkably tensened the grip of her chair. Alfhild: Is my mother dead?! The fronting messenger had suddenly become so small in body, he averted himself from her eyes. Messenger: Y- yes, my highness, yes. The lighting in her eyes shone as a reflection of the fireplace. Alfhild: Tora! The loyal shieldmaiden came forward. Alfhild: Prepare all of the boats, assemble all that we have got. We will give them three days. then we move toward Geataland1. Unknown: And so on the third day a fleet of eight longboats left the land of Lochlann to go home. Alfhild Lathgertha gave orders to avoid the open sea, and so the trip was slower than usual. They travelled along the coast, and made for the coast of Jutland with several stops along the way. The company eventually came to fill with stressful worry, that seem to have emanated from Alfhild herself. Tora consulted her. Tora: They are having nightmares, they get so little sleep… Some talk about an invisible voice following them. Unknown: Alfhild had to restrain herself, for she had also heard whispers from the waters around them. Whispers from the deep, revealing that the difference between a dark secret and a truth is not always so stark. Alfhild made her best effort to brush concerns aside, and soon the small fleet had rounded Jutland and were ready to cross the Kattegat. A high-pitched wail was heard, making the rowers cover their ears. Unknown: Nausea and headaches spread as a violent screeching noise pierced the ears of the sailors. Alfhild: Go on! Do not fear, we are almost by the shore! Unknown: The shieldmaiden Alfhild Lathgertha attempted to incite some morale in her people. Even the robust Tora had to cover her ears. Unknown: Ssso, here you are, Alfffhild. Stuck in the sssea. Maybe you should have ssstayed on land. Alfhild shivered, and scouted the areas around the boat but did not find the source of the hissing voice. She wielded her battle-axe and told her people to stand ready. Alfhild: What do you want from us?” she screamed from the top of her lungs, but received no immediate answer. Unknown: Punishment. Screaming warriors had been thrown out of one of the longboats to their starboard, a splash of water revealed a punctured boat that quickly capsized. Warriors stood in schock with gaping jaws. Alfhild made her way to starboard, signalling for other ships to pick up the warriors aboard. Alfhild: I have heard of you, in my dreams, you have spoken to me! Are you the guardian of forbidden knowledge? In that case, I have trespassed on your realm. But not my people! Spare my people, I am their leader, I am responsible! At this, a powerful wave struck their ship so that Alfhild had to hold on and not be swept by the gushing wave onboard. The groaning rowers had been swept by their feet onto their backs. Another longboat, to their portside was suddenly shrinking rapidly. Alfhild: No! She commanded the sailors to get the boat closer to those now laying straddling in the sea to their left. Alfhild: These people did not choose this life. I did. It is only I who have broken the ancient accord! Tora: To hell we did not! Tora stepped forward, drawing her sword. Tora:I chose this life, I chose this life by Alfhild Lathgertha, the true ruler of our people. I have heard your name in my dreams, harbinger of shadows, and I will find delight in your unraveling. Alfhild made a meagre attempt of protesting but Tora was already at the front of the boat, waving her sword. The waves had risen higher and higher. Tora: Our realms are intertwined, our fates as well. Come out, fiend. Come out, Svafnir. Unknown: And there she was. Tora was swept backwards onto her back when masses of water gave way for a shining pale body rising out of the water. The warriors onboard either took cover or jumped ship. Alfhild shook with fear. In front of the ship, a weathered being shook its head, widened its nostrils and revealed two blood-filled eye sockets. Tora leaped onto her feet and roared, throwing her sword at the being. Svafnir screeched as the sword separated a plate of scaly armour from the white serpent. In the next moment a yellow substance shot out from the screeching serpent, hitting Tora across her body. She went down screaming. Alfhild: Tora! Svafnir jerked its body forward toward her. Svafnir: Why, how you petty worldly humans misunderstand… I am no guardian. I have not pursued you out of duty or lust… But because of hunger. Your ssstench draws me, it angers me, and now, I will rid you of it. The serpent jerked in a different direction, and circled the ship. Alfhild ran toward Tora, and tended to her unconscious friend who had a broad wound in her stomach from the acidic substance that Svafnir had spit. She shouted to those few warriors that were still on the ship. Alfhild: Get off! Swim to the closest ship! As Alfhild tried to drag Tora to a safer place, Svafnir screeched and snorted acid across the boat’s side, instantly fretting away the wood. The boat slowly began to take in water. Alfhild sat irresolute by her old friend’s side. She closed her eyes and cried, and begged to herself. Alfhild: Help, help, help. She saw how the big serpent arched her neck and pointed her red eyes directly towards Alfhild and Tora. She pulled Tora to the side in time for the head of Svafnir to come lunging past them, ripping parts of the deck and rocking the ship. Svafnir shook her head. Alfhild swung her axe in the direction of the head, but Svafnir pulled away. Alfhild noticed how the bow was very close to the sea surface and scouted for ways to escape. Before she could make her way anywhere, Svafnir lunged at them again. She threw Tora to her right, while diving the other way. Svafnir again ripped parts of the ship loose and had to shake her head, when moving up again. Tora: Come on, again! Unknown: Alfhild found to her shock, that her bleeding friend now stood on her legs. Tora: Is that all you got, why don’t you hit us again with that venom of yours, I thought you’d be a god, you look more like a worm to me! Svafnir snorted and hissed. She revealed razor sharp teeth and arched back. Alfhild: Tora, stop! Tora: Yes, go ahead and try you pale, lisping bastard! Unknown: Afhild had almost accepted death, when she realized how long they had waited for Svafnir to make a final lunge. It was almost, as if Svafnir had frozen with her head arched and slowly struggled to move. It began, to snow. Svafnir screeched, and jerked her head to her left, as another darker body of scales came out of the deep and sunk its teeth deep into the body of the pale serpent. Svafnir screamed and spit on the way down into the water. Tora lowered her arms and Alfhild could hear the ocean waves again. The two shieldmaidens stood on their sinking ship, finally breathing in a moment of silence. Then the two serpents came out of the sea again, violently thrashing at each other. The pale Svafnir was bleeding and screaming until Katla finally stopped, looking at her wounded sister with a sense of pity. Svafnir screeched with pain and jerked herself backwards, and away. Finally, she disappeared in the horizon. Katla made her way toward the sinking ship, and brought Alfhild and Tora to safety. Unknown: Katla gave Alfhild a final reassuring gaze with her eyes before going down, deep into the sea again. The town of the coast had seen the whole ordeal. A mass of people were lining the streets as the company of Alfhild Lathgertha made their way past the walls and toward the longhouse Alfhild had left so many years ago. Alfhild was shaken and wet, and could barely notice the manner of the townspeople who were kneeling, bowing, and weeping to her sides. She would enter the longhouse, and there lay a withered man who was once her father on a makeshift leather stretcher. And so, the warrior queen Alfhild Lathgertha was promptly accepted as new ruler of this small kingdom of the north. She ruled long and wisely. But the whispers of the Lindworm would follow her through the full course of her life, and remind her that somewhere out there, Svafnir would still be lying in the dark, waiting for her next prey. Tora had these stones erected in memory of Alfhild Lathgertha, serpent-whisperer and queen of the Geats. [END TRANSCRIPT] Footnotes 1. 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SCP-7415 | euclid | SCP-7415 - The Quintessential High School Experience We'd be the quintessential leads Who found love in the latter teens I guess we'll wait and see Do you remember the rain? ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by CowscantgoMoo Item#: 7415 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-115 Director K. Vittnner Sr. Researcher Steele Pi-76 ("Time's Arrow") Darrell High School, circa 1999 Special Containment Procedures: Darrell County is under the direct purview of Site-115. All settlements within ten miles of SCP-7415's outermost perimeter of effect must be evacuated by 2030, using pro-urban life propaganda, economic decay for the surrounding area, and the creation of a false crisis to raise the urgency to move. The perimeter of SCP-7415 must be surrounded by Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA), spaced twenty feet from one another. Outpost-7415 is responsible for monitoring SCP-7415 and SCP-7415-LAUREN. No further action is required. SCP-7415-STEPHEN is on the Foundation Watchlist. Interviews with SCP-7415-STEPHEN are to be conducted annually to assess their mental health. Description: SCP-7415 is a reality-altering area centered around Darrell High School and surrounding Darrell, Texas. SCP-7415 qualifies as a Class-B episodic time loop, where subjects within SCP-7415 are disconnected from their continuity, constantly reverting to their initial physical state when a change occurs.1 SCP-7415's episodic loop is centered around the period of time from June 1975 to May 1976. Residents of SCP-7415 are unaware of this phenomenon, assuming SCP-7415 is a component of baseline reality. When a subject enters SCP-7415, they will experience a cognitohazardous effect that will mentally regress them to their late teens. Subjects that have gone through secondary school will integrate themselves into SCP-7415, reporting feelings of nostalgia and regret. These effects dissipate once the subject is removed from SCP-7415. SCP-7415 is maintained through two Type-Green reality-benders, designated as SCP-7415-STEPHEN and SCP-7415-LAUREN. All reality-benders are seniors at Darrell High School and seem to be aware of their influence on SCP-7415. Discovery: SCP-7415 was discovered in 1998 when the U.S. Department of Education noticed records from Darrell High School indicating that no changes in the student population had occurred since the 1975-1976 school year. After multiple attempts to contact the school failed, a representative was sent to Darrell, Texas. Foundation forces intervened after the representative had been missing for two months. Addendum 7415.1: Observation Logs Upon Foundation intervention, Outpost-7415 was constructed to monitor SCP-7415 on the outskirts of Darrell, Texas. Video surveillance footage of Darrell High School was rerouted to Outpost-7415 for observation. Notable excerpts have been logged below: OBSERVATION LOG Date: September 5th, 1989, 8:53 AM Location: Entrance Context: First day of school after the 1989 summer break. Students converse. «BEGIN LOG» (Students stand by the entrance to the school next to a row of lockers. Idle conversations are made regarding their class and schedules.) Still frame from Observation Log 1, [00:23] (SCP-7415-STEPHEN walks into the building, followed by SCP-7415-LAUREN. They walk down the hallway and stop by their lockers.) Lauren: We’re sharing all of our classes again! Let’s go snag some seats in the back before they’re taken. I brought extra paper to pass notes with. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN glances down at his schedule. The ceiling slowly lowers, decreasing the hallway's height. Camera experiences mild visual distortion.) Stephen: Again? Shouldn’t we try some other classes? Lauren: And leave everyone we know? No, you’re staying with me. Come on, it’ll be fine. Stephen: If you say so. (pause) But- (SCP-7415-LAUREN waves at another student and motions them to come over.) Lauren: Oh, Jenna! Over here! (A student, presumably Jenna, turns around and approaches SCP-7415-LAUREN) Jenna: Lauren! How was your summer break? I haven't seen you in so long! You look so different, I could never! Lauren: Aww, thank you! Honestly, I didn't even try today! I was too busy re-reading my catalog. (The conversation continues with unnotable discussion. Another student approaches SCP-7415-STEPHEN, who has been standing idly.) Student: Hey Stephen, what classes do you have? (Student looks over SCP-7415-STEPHEN's shoulder and reads his schedule.) Student: Ugh, you got Mr. Bobrick and Mrs. Taylor?! Good luck passing those classes man. If I were you, I'd be heading to class. Knowing them, they'd make you write an entire goddamn essay on the first day. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN slowly turns to the student. His face comes into the camera's view, looking dispirited.) Stephen: So? It's not like I’ll need a good grade anyways. (School bell rings. Students clear the hallways. The ceiling stops moving at a height of approximately six feet. SCP-7415-LAUREN coils herself on SCP-7415-STEPHEN’s right arm.) Lauren: Come on, we’ve got to go! (SCP-7415-LAUREN grins as her face enters the camera frame. SCP-7415-STEPHEN slowly follows along, looking slightly agitated. SCP-7415-LAUREN drags SCP-7415-STEPHEN into a classroom.) «END LOG» Notes: SCP-7415 is prone to frequent local reality distortions. Future exploration will require portable Scranton Reality Anchors. OBSERVATION LOG Date: June 2nd, 1991 Location: Gymnasium Context: SCP-7415-LAUREN is giving a speech at a graduation ceremony.2 The interior of the gym was transformed into an expansive garden venue. SCP-7415-STEPHEN is standing behind her.3 «BEGIN LOG» (Sounds of birds chirping.) Lauren: We always seem to find ourselves back here. It's been a great year, a great season, and a great time. There's something haunting about sitting in these chairs, knowing that another year is behind us. But it's also beautiful. It's beautiful that we get to try again. For those of you, that failed your classes, your friendships, and your relationships, you get another chance. For those of you who've had a fantastic year, you get to live through it all over again! Over and over, making new memories and cherishing our old ones. (SCP-7415-LAUREN pauses. Students seem visibly bored and uninterested.) Lauren: When I was younger, and I mean really young, I'd listen to the record player. I mean, I still do, but not nearly as much as I used to. I'd listen to the same songs repeatedly. For hours at a time, I was singing the same melody, and I never tired of it. Now, in my first senior year, I was listening to one vinyl, "Remember the Rain." (SCP-7415-LAUREN appears to be lost in thought. After about five seconds, she speaks.) Lauren: When I listened to it, I was overwhelmed. I realized how lucky I am to be in the position I'm in now. I have a loving boyfriend, amazing friends, and wonderful parents, and in a couple of months, I would be leaving all that behind. Y'all showed me kindness when I thought no one else could. I'm- We are surrounded by the most wonderful people we may ever meet. They've stuck with us through all these years. There is no one that knows us better than the people in this room, no one else that would accept us. (An unidentifiable melody begins playing over the P.A. system. There is significant auditory distortion.) Lauren: I'm so glad I get to spend this time with you. (The camera experiences heavy visual distortion.) Lauren: Thanks for coming. I'll see you all next year. (Sounds of cheering and applause. All students remain seated and unmoving.) «END LOG» Notes: Analysis of cognitohazardous material within the log bears similarities with other documented anomalies. Containment protocols have been updated to prevent hindrances in research and exploration. A CRV (Cognitive Resistance Value) above 16 is recommended. Addendum 7415.2: Exploration Preparations Members of MTF Pi-76 were screened for their potential resistance to SCP-7415. Agent Miranda Martinez was chosen as the final candidate. The following briefing was conducted to finalize these results: PERSONNEL BRIEFING Date: October 4th, 1999 Interviewer: Sr. Researcher Stacy Steele Subject: Agent Miranda Martinez «BEGIN LOG» Steele: Alright, I've read through the briefings, but I wanted to hear what you had to say. Martinez: Am I the one going? Steele: You are. Your CRV is pretty high, you hated school, I just want to hear the specifics. Whenever you're ready. Martinez: Well, my mom worked in the military and was moving around. My dad and I followed her around until around the middle of my freshman year. I'd already been hit with the pain of making and losing friends in elementary and middle school, so I didn't really make friends when I arrived. There wasn't really one notable event, it was just a lot of constant little things that added up. The food, the teachers, the people. It was just annoying, all of it. Add that to the fact that my mom wasn't present for most of it, and it becomes my own personal hellhole. Steele: Sorry to hear that. Was there anyone in particular that was close to you? Anyone you might remember? Martinez: Yeah, there was this one girl, Selena. She was the only person I could tolerate. She was in most of my classes, the only one that tried to talk to me when I moved in. The other kids ragged on her a lot through the years, made her the "weird kid." One time they started hiding her things. Anytime she was gone, they'd take her pens, her water bottle, she had this necklace she loved, last gift from her mother, and they hid it. When she couldn't find them, she just went to the bathroom and cried. That's when I knew that they were irredeemable. Steele: That's awful. Martinez: It's not even that, it's that these kids were the "popular" ones. They weren't popular, they were just flashy and we knew their names! When I found out what happened, I went and gave them flat tires. All of them. Fuckers deserved it. Worst years of my life. Steele: What happened to her after you graduated? Do you keep in touch? Martinez: No, we got into a fight near the end of it and didn't makeup. I don't know what happened to her. I don't even remember what the fight was about. I just regret losing my only friend. Steele: Okay, I think you're fit to go in. Your CRV will make up for any nostalgia you still have. Keep a sharp mind and check in with us regularly. I'll be on the other end. Martinez: Do I just go in there and do surveillance? Steele: No, we have a plan. «END LOG» Notes: Agent Martinez's negative experience with secondary school and high CRV (Cognitive Resistance Value) allows for a greater chance of resistance to SCP-7415's cognitohazardous effects. Agent Martinez has been tasked with going into SCP-7415 and attempting to extract SCP-7415-STEPHEN and SCP-7415-LAUREN. Due to the low rate of success associated with extracting reality-benders, Martinez will also place Reality Anchors at focal points4 of SCP-7415, diminishing its effect, and allowing for more standard containment protocols. Agent Martinez has been equipped with a handheld Hume reader and a portable Scranton Reality Anchor. Addendum 7415.3: Interviews After establishing herself within SCP-7415, Agent Martinez isolated 7415-STEPHEN and SCP-7415-LAUREN to convince them into containment under the pretense of college preparations. INTERVIEW Date: October 9th, 1999 Interviewer: Agent Martinez Subject: Stephen Rainer (SCP-7415-STEPHEN) «BEGIN LOG» Martinez: Good afternoon Stephen. Take a seat. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN sits down. He looks around the room and then back at Martinez.) Stephen: Oh, did it happen again? Martinez: Did what happen again? Stephen: You’re just here to talk right? You’ve never been here before and you want to talk. Martinez: Yes, I want to talk about your future aspirations. Where do you see yourself in five years? (Stephen stares blankly at Martinez. He then stands and begins pacing around the room.) Stephen: I can only do so much. If you’ve got any ideas for what to do next, I’m open to it, but otherwise, I don’t see how this’ll help. Martinez: Have you considered leaving Darrell altogether? If you’re bored, then it’s time to get out and stop this. Stephen: (pauses) No, I'm a good boyfriend. I’d never leave Lauren like that. Besides, as long as we have each other…. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN trails off. He begins mumbling to himself.) Martinez: You might as well do it. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN looks up. Small tears swell up in his eyes.) Martinez: Talk with her when you can. You can still be together after graduation. If you don’t try, you’ll be stuck doing the same thing every year. Stephen: But what if- Martinez: Listen. There’s nothing for you here. Everything loses its shine if you linger. You said you were bored, right? Stephen: Yeah? Martinez Well, you’ll only going to get more bored. Rip the band-aid off now before it’s too late. Stephen: (sighs) Well, thanks for being here. (Martinez watches SCP-7415-STEPHEN as he gets up and opens the door.) Stephen: Even if I made you up. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN leaves the room.) «END LOG» INTERVIEW Date: October 9th, 1999 Interviewer: Agent Martinez Subject: Lauren Campbell (SCP-7415-LAUREN) «BEGIN LOG» Martinez: Hello, Lauren. Have a seat. (SCP-7415-LAUREN nervously takes a seat. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at Agent Martinez.) Martinez: I've noticed that you haven't filled out any applications for college, so I just wanted to ask why. Lauren: (stiffly) Ask why I haven't applied? Martinez: Yes, what's holding you back? The school's been wondering why you haven't done any planning. Lauren Why do I need to? Everything's fine here. I don't have to go. Martinez: (sighs) Look, you can't- Lauren: I can't just leave everybody behind! I tried so hard to get here, I'm not losing it because some stuffy official comes over and tells me to leave it! Martinez: If that's the issue, then we can arrange- Lauren: (ranting) Don't you remember being a senior? How much fun you had? If you had the chance, I bet you'd want to be a teenager again. Just because I have that chance doesn't mean you can take it away from me! (SCP-7415-LAUREN quickly gets up from her chair and leans over the desk, pointing at Agent Martinez.) Lauren: I don't know where you people are coming from, but you need to stay in your lane. I'll tell you what I told that other guy: Don't fuck with me. I can do things you wouldn't believe. (SCP-7415-LAUREN angrily leaves the room and slams the door. The walls shake from the impact. Several seconds pass.) Martinez: (sighs) 'Course it didn't work, you can't convince benders. (Martinez pulls out her handheld Hume detector.) Martinez: Time for Plan B. «END LOG» Addendum 7415.4: Exploration Logs Outpost-7415 has identified three focal points of SCP-7415. Agent Martinez is tasked with verifying these focal points and placing reality anchors to effectively contain SCP-7415. The logs have been transcribed separately, as a result of cutting extraneous footage. EXPLORATION LOG Date: October 9th, 1999 Involved Personnel: Agent Martinez, Sr. Researcher Steele (as Command) Mission: Identify SCP-7415's focal points and place reality anchors «BEGIN LOG» (Martinez roams the hallway, refers to her handheld Hume detector, and turns left. She continues down the corridor and makes several turns.) Martinez: Command, do we know how many focal points there are? Command: Three have been identified. Hume levels are decreasing, so tread carefully. (As Martinez moves through the corridor, the interior progressively falls into disrepair. Light fixtures flicker before failing. Paint peels off of the walls and broken floor tiles are strewn across the floor.) (The Hume detector beeps faster as she approaches a door labeled "Roof Access." As she ascends, its beeps speed up.) Martinez: Command, I’m approaching a focal point. Stand by. (Martinez continues going up the staircase. After several flights, she stops for a break. The Hume detector continues to beep aggressively.) Martinez: (breathing heavily) Command, can you see where I'm at? I've got to be stories up in the sky by now. Command: (distortion) You should- (static) it's getting- (static) you. Martinez: Hello? Steele? Command, do you copy? (She checks her headgear for any physical damage and finds no issue. She pauses and continues.) Martinez: I see a light. I think this is it. Rooftop, not corresponding to the time of day (Martinez accesses the school roof. The sky is pitch black, with clouds covering the sky. Two humanoid figures, bearing resemblance to SCP-7415-STEPHEN and SCP-7415-LAUREN lie on their back, facing the sky. The humanoids, designated as SCP-7415-Sα and SCP-7415-Lα respectively, have no facial features, with their faces being composed of rubber-like, unbroken skin.) (Over the next several minutes, they glance at each other and the sky. A full moon can be seen shining through the clouds. Soft whispers can be heard from the humanoid figures. The only phrases that could be made out are, "Remember," "I love you," and "I wish.") (Martinez finishes setting up the anchor and activates it. Reality begins to stabilize and the rooftop disappears, being replaced with the previous staircase. The top of the stairs leads to another corridor instead of the roof.) Staircase to the roof, replaced with corridors Command: Marrinez? Martinez, are you there? Martinez: Yes, I hear you loud and clear. The first anchor has been dropped off, two more left to go. Command: Were there any issues while comms were cut? Martinez: The same couple from before was there, only they were faceless and didn't notice me. Nothing dangerous at present. Command: Nice to know you're okay. Your video feed has since been re-established. Martinez: Affirmative. (Martinez descends down the stairs, consulting her Hume detector. Extraneous footage has been cut.) «END LOG» EXPLORATION LOG Date: October 9th, 1999 Involved Personnel: Agent Martinez, Sr. Researcher Steele (as Command) Mission: Secure the second focal point of SCP-7415 «BEGIN LOG» (Martinez approaches two double doors labeled "Gymnasium". The Hume detector flashes and beeps wildly.) Martinez: Command, I've located the next focal point in the gymnasium. Command: Copy that. You may proceed. (Martinez enters the gym. The two faceless figures, SCP-7415-Sα and SCP-7415-Lα, are slow-dancing together in the center. All other attendees to the dance are completely motionless and featureless. They are all facing SCP-7415-Lα and SCP-7415-Sα. Slow orchestral music is being played from an unknown source.)5 Martinez: Command, I'm getting high Hume readings in this room. You getting the video? Command: Yes, place the SRA in the center of the room. (SCP-7415-Lα and SCP-7415-Sα continue dancing as the music plays. Martinez stands still and watches.) Command: Hello, Miranda? Can you hear me? Place the anchor and get out of there. (The couple continues dancing. Martinez remains unresponsive.) Command: We're suspecting that the cognitohazard was stronger than your CRV. Screening an auditorial counter meme. (Countermeme-2417 is played through Martinez's headphones. Martinez regains awareness.) Martinez: (groans) God, my head. Command? You there? Command: Yes, place down the anchor and activate it. Find the last location and get out. Martinez: Roger that. (Martinez places and activates the reality anchor. Once activated, all figures within the gym dematerialize and the gymnasium is left empty. The anchor beeps twice.) Martinez: Who would ever want to stay in a place like this? «END LOG» EXPLORATION LOG Date: October 9th, 1999 Involved Personnel: Agent Martinez, Sr. Researcher Steele (as Command) Mission: Secure the third and final focal point of SCP-7415 «BEGIN LOG» (Martinez walks through a dimly lit hallway. No other doors are present. She walks for several minutes before coming across a single door, which she opens and goes through.) Dimly lit corridor within SCP-7415 (Martinez enters the classroom, filled with approximately 20 students, all of whom lack facial features, with SCP-7415-Sα and SCP-7415-Lα seated at the front. A faceless figure addresses the class as the teacher. “FUTURE PLANS” is written on the chalkboard.) Teacher: (mid-lecture) Well, it’s part of growing up. Y’know, I remember what it was like when I was your age. I remember living my senior year like it was my last. This is the last time you’ll have the freedom to do what you want without any of the major responsibilities. Look around at the people in this class with you. There’s a high chance that you’ll never see these people again after you graduate. You’ll move away, you’ll get a job somewhere else, and you’ll start a new life. And you’ll look back on these days fondly because you were young. (Martinez prepares the reality anchor in the back of the class, unnoticed by the figures.) Teacher: Enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy it while it lasts. (The teacher continues to repeat the phrase until Martinez activates the anchor. The figures disappear, leaving the classroom empty. Martinez gets up and leaves the room. She walks down the hallway, retracing her steps.) Martinez: That's it?! That's all they were scared about? No family issues, no present danger, they're just some kids that don't want to grow up?! It makes no sense. Why would anyone want to do this to themselves? Just live out the worst four years of their life.6 Command: Focus on the mission, Miranda — one more left. Martinez: (scoffs) You can’t tell me what to do. Nobody can. Who do they think they are, forcing everything through this because they’re babies about it? Command: Martinez, are you okay? We’re sending another counter meme, just in case. (Martinez groans in frustration and shuts the receiving end of her headphones. Command is still able to hear Martinez.) Martinez: (screaming) And I put up these anchors and what? They can just continue living their fantasy because they're too scared to get out of their own selfish, fucking heads! Is that it?! Are they just going to float around in their senior year and avoid growing up, while everyone else has to suffer because of them? (scoffs) I’m dragging them out of here, and I'll give them a piece of my mind. «END LOG» EXPLORATION LOG Date: October 9th, 1999 Involved Personnel: Agent Martinez Mission: Exit SCP-7415 «BEGIN LOG» (Martinez reaches the front entrance. Heavy rain hits the front windows with an occasional clap of thunder. A crowd of students blocks the entrance. SCP-7415-LAUREN and SCP-7415-STEPHEN stand at the front, facing Agent Martinez. SCP-7415-LAUREN is visibly agitated.) Lauren: Well, there you are! What have you been doing, sneaking around like that? Martinez: Both of you, turn it off. We’re leaving. Lauren: Turn it off? Turn it off?! (SCP-7415-LAUREN stomps her foot, causing the floor to shift to a sharp incline. Agent Martinez loses her balance and falls toward the crowd, who immediately swarm her.) Lauren: (yelling) I am not letting another nosy outsider mess with this! (The crowd grabs at Agent Martinez’s limbs, holding her down. All members of the crowd are faceless, with their rubber skin sinking into their orifices. Martinez is unable to overpower them.) Lauren: I only wanted this to last! Don’t you remember being a kid? Why would you want to take that away?! (Orchestral music is played from an indiscernible source. SCP-7415-LAUREN approaches Martinez and makes eye contact. The floor levels.) Lauren: (shaking) You have to remember don’t you? Don’t you remember your mom dropping you off at school? All your friends that you’ve known all your life? Your boyfriend treating you to ice cream after a rough test? The football games, the school dances? Remember the smell of the damp carpet after a thunderstorm knocks out power in the middle of class? Can’t you remember the rain?! (Tears begin forming in SCP-7415-LAUREN’s eyes. Agent Martinez struggles for a minute, then spits in SCP-7415-LAUREN’s general direction.) Martinez: Oh, grow up. (SCP-7415-LAUREN’s eyes widen. She clenches her hands into fists and glares at Martinez, mumbling to herself.) Stephen: Uh, Lauren? (SCP-7415-LAUREN turns to face SCP-7415-STEPHEN. Her demeanor visibly relaxes. She gives a slight smile.) Lauren: Stephen! Sorry you have to see this side of me, but I’m doing this for… for us! We just need to- Stephen: Lauren, I don’t know how to say this, but I think the lady is right. We need a break from all this. (SCP-7415-LAUREN smile drops immediately. She takes a step backward.) Lauren: You… you want to leave? Stephen: No, of course not! I’m just saying we can leave together! It’s just gotten a little boring, and- Lauren: Boring?! I’m too boring for you? (SCP-7415-LAUREN takes several steps backward, stepping on one of the crowd member’s arm. It shrieks and lets go of Martinez’s right arm, allowing her to pull out an emergency reality anchor and set it down.) (The crowd members release Martinez and enter a dazed state. They begin to claw at their faces in shock and panic. SCP-7415-LAUREN turns around and notices the member’s autonomy.) Lauren: (panicked) Calm down guys! It’s only temporary, so just, uhm… (Martinez attempts to leave the building but is interrupted by SCP-7415-STEPHEN.) Stephen: (softly) Are you leaving the school? (Martinez glances at the door and then at SCP-7415-LAUREN, who is trying to calm the crowd members. She looks back at SCP-7415-STEPHEN and nods.) Stephen: Then can you…. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN looks longingly at SCP-7415-LAUREN.) Stephen: Take me with you. (Martinez nods again, grabs SCP-7415-STEPHEN's hand, and begins moving towards the exit. SCP-7415-LAUREN notices and attempts to move toward them, tripping on wailing crowd members laying on the floor.) Lauren: STEPHEN! No, don’t go! We can- agh! (SCP-7415-LAUREN trips and falls. She reaches out her hand, tears running down her cheeks.) Lauren: (softly) Please don’t go. (Agent Martinez and SCP-7415-STEPHEN exit the school and approach Outpost-7415. As they distance themselves from SCP-7415’s center, the weather begins to clear and the rain stops.) «END LOG» Addendum 7415.5: Relocation SCP-7415-STEPHEN has since entered Foundation custody. He has been screened for potential issues and given Class-A amnestics. SCP-7415-STEPHEN has demonstrated a lack of reality-bending abilities and has been transferred to a non-anomalous public school to finish their senior year. On June 4th, 2000, a day after SCP-7415-STEPHEN's graduation, Outpost-7415 received a message from SCP-7415: please come back it's not the same without you i'm sorry Following this, SCP-7415 experienced a temporary, but significant dip in Hume levels. No action was taken. Footnotes 1. Unlike Class-A episodic loops, Class-B loops follow a universal baseline temporal continuity, preventing the effects of elapsed time instead of undermining temporal stability. 2. Instead of having graduating seniors, the ceremony was extended to all students regardless of grade level. Due to the lack of temporal progression in SCP-7415, the ceremony served as a celebration for the prior year. 3. This log has been flagged for cognitohazardous properties, as detailed in the description. These properties have been filtered and expunged from the document. 4. Focal points of reality-bending areas are characterized by abnormally high Hume levels in relation to the surrounding area. 5. The music has been flagged for containing nostalgic, cognitohazardous properties. A copy of the audio without these properties has been attached to the log. 6. At this point, Martinez had succumbed to SCP-7415’s cognitohazardous effect and mentally regressed to her teenage years. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7415" by CowscantgoMoo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7415. Licensed under CC-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-7416 | euclid | Despite regarding the possibility of itself violating any laws with existential terror, SCP-7416 has been noted to remain largely unbothered by illegal actions taken by other beings, provided said actions do not involve it in any way. SCP-7416 in a temporary containment facility, while Site-47 undergoes construction. Item #: SCP-7416 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7416 is to be kept in a standard biological containment chamber, with a lift frame installed into the center of the floor that can be used to hydraulically elevate SCP-7416 for cleaning. Standard mid-capacity drainage features are to be included in the chamber. SCP-7416 is to be fed a primary meal once per day. The meal consists of a 5-liter solution composed of 60% high-fructose corn syrup, 25% sodium borate, 13% water, and 2% PVA glue. Additional food items1 may be provided upon request or as a reward for providing useful information. Once per week, SCP-7416 is also to be provided with a physical copy of the compiled rulebook of any board game, tabletop game, card game, or sport that it does not yet have complete knowledge of. When it has finished cataloguing the information, if the rulebooks are sufficiently intact they may be sanitized and added to the on-site recreation room. SCP-7416 is to be rinsed once every three days to prevent lesions. Its secretions are to be disposed of following standard non-anomalous biological matter disposal procedures. The following statements have been integrated into the Foundation Code of Conduct and the associated legislation supporting it, in the Specialized Legal Containment Protocols section L-44b: SCP-7416 is to comply with all orders given by Foundation personnel of C-Class or above. SCP-7416 is forbidden from taking actions or inactions that would reveal information to non-Foundation personnel that violates the defined consensus reality. B-Class personnel and above may permit an exemption to this rule strictly for the purposes of preventing greater damages. SCP-7416 is forbidden from killing and/or inflicting severe bodily, mental, spiritual, and/or emotional damage to any Foundation personnel or other sentient beings through action or inaction. B-Class personnel and above may permit an exemption to this rule strictly for the purposes of preventing greater damages. In such cases, SCP-7416 may use non-lethal force to disable offending parties. SCP-7416 is forbidden from exiting any Foundation site and aiding other anomalous items and/or entities from doing so. B-Class personnel and above may permit an exemption to this rule for evacuation or relocation purposes. It is also forbidden to aid non-Foundation personnel in the removal of anomalous items and/or entities from any Foundation site. SCP-7416 is forbidden from revealing any confidential information within the Foundation Code of Conduct and the associated legislature and/or any other Foundation database to persons with insufficient clearance. SCP-7416 is to be given access to a physical copy of the Foundation Code of Conduct to ensure compliance. It is permitted for Foundation personnel to converse with SCP-7416 for interviews, recreational purposes, or legal advice. However, hearing protection is encouraged, and any personnel responsible for instigating a computation cycle with a duration greater than 48 hours may be subject to disciplinary action. Any information yielded by SCP-7416 regarding other potential anomalies is to be recorded. Description: SCP-7416 is an anomalous organism of unknown origin. It appears as a large, grub-like creature coated in a thick layer of pinkish blubber. It has a complex mouth structure on its head, bearing four large pedipalps it uses to manipulate objects and aid in ingestion, and three eyes are located on either side of its head. Its body excretes a mucus-like substance that, while not anomalous, causes severe migraines when ingested. Its body is approximately 6.3m long and 2.7m high, and it weighs roughly 6 metric tons. It is capable of gastropodal locomotion at a top speed of 0.14 m/s. SCP-7416 is intelligent and fully sapient. It is capable of complex vocalizations and is fluent in a wide variety of languages,2 both mundane and alien. SCP-7416 identifies itself under the name "Lawbert", but will respond to its numerical SCP designation without complaint. When conversing, SCP-7416 frequently speaks with no regard for sentence flow and instead continues speaking in rapid run-on sentences containing its entire statement. It uses an abnormal grammatical structure and vocabulary, as well as near-constant references to various legal systems it has knowledge of. SCP-7416 speaks in a hoarse, screeching, nasal tone. When agitated, it can reach volumes in excess of 112 dB. SCP-7416 displays an extreme fixation with laws, legal systems, and legality in general. It has the stated goal of identifying, cataloguing, and following all laws currently in existence across the universe and any extant dimensions attached to such. The anomaly bears extensive knowledge of an unknown quantity of these legal systems, many of which are anomalous and/or alien in origin. Current figures provided by SCP-7416 are that it has completely catalogued 28,031 different legal systems, ranging widely in scale and complexity. SCP-7416 completely refuses to take any action defined as illegal by any of the systems it has knowledge of at any time, for any reason. Despite regarding the possibility of itself violating any laws with existential terror, SCP-7416 has been noted to remain largely unbothered by illegal actions taken by other beings, provided said actions do not involve it in any way. It may still complain when witnessing the aforementioned infractions. If SCP-7416 holds a positive opinion of another being, it may warn of potential legal infractions more softly, or interject with legal advice that it deems potentially useful. + Show Interview Log 7416-N-09 - Hide Interview Log Interview Log 7416-N-09 Interview Date: 9/2/2006 Interviewer: Dr. Sambre, later joined by Dr. Kellan Interviewee: SCP-7416 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Sambre: Good afternoon, SCP-7416. I appreciate you agreeing to an interview. SCP-7416: Greetings Doctorate Sambre it is 1:59 PM EST and 27 seconds. Your statement of afternoon is factual and good and not bad! Dr. Sambre: Excellent, I'm glad to hear it. Now then, I have some questions for you regarding your stance on laws. SCP-7416: Veritably. My stance on laws is Yes. Dr. Sambre: Alright. I'll mark that down, but I may have to ask you to be a bit more specific. Why is your stance on laws "Yes"? SCP-7416: Multitudinous reasons including the known factual that legality is right and just and sexy but also self-preservation. Standard to majority of lifeforms including mineself. Dr. Sambre: Self-preservation? How so? SCP-7416: In any law-having system compliance is considered ideal and inoffensiveable. Therefore if one were to follow all laws across all legal systems under and beyond the heavens then no greater power or structure will have reason to enact harm. SCP-7416: I seek this state. If I obey the edicts of big Bob then I shall not be bobbed upon and if I follow the laws of physics then physics will not send me to science jail. Dr. Sambre: That's… an interesting interpretation. SCP-7416: Yes thank you I like it very much. Formal requisition request for pickled egg. SCP-7416 is given a pickled egg. Dr. Sambre: So, on that last example. You're saying that everything you do follows our defined scientific laws? SCP-7416: Yes the second except for when laws of higher authority and/or relevance would dictate otherwise. Dr. Sambre: Can you give me an example of such a situation? SCP-7416: Yes the third. Every Thursday I am required by the Interspherical Bureau of Temporal Conservation's guidelines for this locale to experience the passage of time at 87% of your defined constant speed of 1 second per 1 second. SCP-7416: You should all probably also do that to avoid potential fines. Dr. Sambre: I see, I'll take that into consideration. Tell me more about this inter— At this point, Dr. Kellan quickly opens the door to the containment chamber and stands in the doorframe. Dr. Kellan: Hey, Lawbert. Quick question. Dr. Sambre: —Gareth. We are in the middle of an interview. This is highly improper. SCP-7416: Doctorate Sambre! This Gareth the Kellan is in violation of Foundation code of conduct subsection 92 chapter 7 clause 44! Dr. Kellan: It's, ah, time-sensitive. Urgent. Lawbert, do you know anything about the rules for one "Brotherhood of the Traitorous Fangs"? Specifically regarding threats of "mass hemorrhage". SCP-7416 visibly pulsates for 2 seconds. SCP-7416: Psalm the Seventh of the Molar Wyrm states that "Foes shall be undone by their roots, and blood shall flow from their mouths and brains like the rivers of Kybbal". SCP-7416: Howeverly Psalm the Third may override this by forbidding any silver held in the mouth from being tainted by violence. The year 1607 Thompson vs. Third Incisor-Lord Hanaag verdict ruled that hemorrhage may not be inflicted upon any being holding greater than 3 metric grams of silver in their teeth. Dr. Kellan: Excellent, thank you. Dr. Kellan rapidly exits the room. Dr. Sambre sighs before standing up. Dr. Sambre: That'll have to be all for today, SCP-7416. I have to go find out what's happening. [END LOG] - Hide Interview Log Due to the amount and complexity of the legal systems SCP-7416 has knowledge of, cases where multiple laws contradict each other are unavoidable. When this occurs, SCP-7416 immediately enters a dormant "computation" state where it does not respond to outside stimuli and is completely unaware of the outside world. During this time its entire body pulsates at various frequencies and significant mental activity can be observed via MRI. This state lasts until SCP-7416 is able to formulate a logical interpretation of the laws in question or establish a hierarchy between them that resolves the paradox. At this point SCP-7416 resumes normal activity, usually by loudly proclaiming its conclusions, and the computation cycle is resolved. To date, the duration of SCP-7416's computation cycles have ranged from a recorded minimum of 43 seconds to a recorded maximum of 219 days.3 The average duration of a cycle is 13.7 hours. SCP-7416 is capable of anomalously copying information into its brain structure, the process of which involves the placement of any physical medium of information4 into the mouth using the pedipalps, followed by an aggressive sucking action that is maintained for an extended period of time. The duration of this period varies depending on the size and density of the media given, but typically ranges from 3-28 hours. Once catalogued, there are currently no known methods of removing legal information from SCP-7416, as it has demonstrated selective immunity to amnestics.5 SCP-7416 has demonstrated potent telekinetic abilities on multiple occasions, as well as the ability to alter aspects of its physiology through sheer mental exertion. Both abilities are used by SCP-7416 exclusively for the purposes of ensuring that it at no time takes any action viewed as illegal by any of the legal systems it has knowledge of. + Show Interview Log 7416-K-04 - Hide Interview Log Interview Log 7416-K-04 Interview Date: 10/16/198█ Interviewer: Agent Andropov Interviewee: SCP-7416 Interview Context: Approximately 3 hours and 46 minutes prior to the interview, at 7:30 PM Site-47 underwent a routine lockdown drill. However, twelve at-the-time undiscovered Chaos Insurgency agents had infiltrated the site by way of smuggling themselves in barrels of ███████ en route to the onsite biochemical testing lab. Having no knowledge of the drill, the agents assumed that they had been discovered and immediately began attempting a hostile takeover of the Site. In the ensuing chaos, one of the enemy agents entered SCP-7416's containment chamber and, for unknown reasons potentially including surprise, discharged their firearm into SCP-7416's left flank. SCP-7416 was largely unharmed, but began to screech before telekinetically generating an impact against its attacker with an estimated force of 840 kilojoules,6 instantly killing them. At the time of the interview, all enemy agents have been detained and all anomalies fully recontained. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Andropov: Hello, SCP-7416. I'm going to be asking you some questions about today's incident. SCP-7416: Affirmative. Standard post-security breach protocol step 9. Agent Andropov: Yes. Now first, did you notice anything unusual before the lockdown drill began? [11 MINUTES OF IRRELEVANT DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-7416: —36 total infractions. Agent Andropov: Alright. Now, we have it on record that approximately three and a half hours ago, an intruder entered your containment chamber and fired a total of eleven shots at you, all of which hit. Is this correct? SCP-7416: Veritably. It was hurtsome but far more importantly the assailant in question was violating a concerning amount of rules and guidelines. United States federal law— Agent Andropov: —That will have to wait. Was this particular injury life-threatening to you? SCP-7416: Negatory in conjunction with edict the whateverth of Spiff Code.7 Agent Andropov: Then please tell us why you killed your attacker. We would have liked to avoid you doing so. SCP-7416: Simplicity. Bullet the sixth entered the leftwards lobe and ruptured mine n'thoog gland. Agent Andropov: And was this potentially fatal? SCP-7416: Negatory. Howeverly from Galactic Standard Year 14028 onwards all n'thoog that doth physically exist is the legal property of emperor Yasech-Tu for it sustains his lordliness. In addition commandment the third of Yasech-Tu dictates that any assault upon the property of the emperor is required to be met with maximum available force from all hands present. SCP-7416: The commandments of Yasech-Tu were and are highly controversial but ultimately were deemed legal by cosmic peers. Also it is highly improbable yet fortuitous that all earthling life has evolved without the need for n'thoog as it means that the bilial sucker-fleets have no reason to come here. Agent Andropov: I see. Agent Andropov pauses to take two aspirin before responding. Agent Andropov: I am assuming that you have determined these laws to take priority over opposing laws laid forth on earth? SCP-7416: Veritably. He was here first and is also larger than all recorded earthling judges. [END LOG] - Hide Interview Log + Show Incident Log 7416-I-24 - Hide Incident Log Incident Log 7416-I-24 Incident Date: 4/17/2017 Incident Context: Following a containment breach by SCP-████, all personnel and other anomalies kept at Site-47 were in the process of evacuating to the minimum safe distance of 5 miles, where they would remain for 3 hours while the onsite sterilization protocol was engaged. SCP-7416 had been loaded into a large disguised transport vehicle, and was accompanied by Agents Scott and Greene, as well as Researcher Haldings and Security Officer Novotny. Novotny was driving the vehicle, and the other personnel were seated on benches adjacent to SCP-7416. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Scott: …Fuck. They couldn't have used anything that maybe didn't give you cancer? Sec. Officer Novotny: It will not be problem. We will be outside of radius. Agent Greene: Look, we had a bit of a slow start getting the payload here onboard, but as long as nothing else goes wrong- Audible groans from Agent Scott and Researcher Haldings. Researcher Haldings: Why. Why did you have to say it. Agent Greene: I'm sorry, what? Agent Scott: You said the magic words. Our fate is sealed. Good run, Haldings. Good run. Agent Greene: Oh. Oh, I see. Grow up, you two, I'm no reality-bender. Neither pessimism nor superstition will improve the situation right now. Researcher Haldings: Look, I—I know that there's no proven correlation, but I'm pretty sure there's at least one temptable fate-entity out there. It probably has a number. SCP-7416: Law of comedy the 28th states that upon expressing relief of exiting danger-zone or sarcasm-ticly questioning potential for situation to worsen worsening shall occur 70% of the time. Depending on local swans we may be under funnyman jurisdiction and therefore eligible to receive bad news. Agent Scott: See? Whatever that was probably means he agrees with us. Sec. Officer Novotny: Honda. Researcher Haldings: What? Sec. Officer Novotny: Honda in front of us. Going 23 in a 40. All are silent for a moment. Agent Scott: SEE?! Researcher Haldings: OHGODIWASJOKINGIDIDN'TMEANITIDON'TWANTCANCER AGAIN— Agent Greene: —CALM DOWN! Calm down! We can pass them—No, they're civilians, then they'd be left in the decontamination field, shit— Agent Scott: Hey, Val, pass them. Security Officer Novotny begins accelerating to pass the other vehicle. As soon as the transport begins to cross the center line, SCP-7416 begins screaming at an extreme volume. The transport is telekinetically dragged back into the right lane, and slowed to 23 mph. Agent Scott: —Christ! Sec. Officer Novotny: Lawbert. Why do you do this to us. SCP-7416: Center line is solid which is standard indicationment of no-passing zone. I refuse to move in a criminal manner. Agent Greene: You aren't driving! SCP-7416: Article 90 subsection A paragraph 3 states that a passenger of adult age may be considered an accomplice to- Researcher Haldings: Okay. Okayokayokay. Fuck. Okay. Agent Scott: We're cooked. Researcher Haldings seizes Agent Scott's handgun from its holster, and points it at SCP-7416. Agent Scott: Hey, what the hell are— SCP-7416: Agent Greene! Researcher Haldings is in violation of— Researcher Haldings: —Fuck. Alright, Lawbert, I'm—I'm holding you hostage. And forcing you to comply, so that means you legally aren't responsible for stopping us. Is this—Is this better now? Can we do the thing that lets us not die? SCP-7416: Mine life is not endangered from small-arms fire however your legal argument is sufficiently admissible in court of law. Proceed with maneuvre. The transport passes the other vehicle and begins accelerating without issue. As soon as the transport returns to the right, Haldings lowers the firearm. Greene looks out the rear window at the other vehicle. Agent Scott: Hooo. Alright, we're in the clear. Researcher Haldings: You guys will stick up for me later, right? I had to do it to get us all out. SCP-7416: Do not exceed 40 imperial miles per unimperial hour. Agent Greene: …Isn't that the site director driving the Honda? [END LOG] - Hide Incident Log Addendum 6/7/2018: As of this date, the SCP-7416 Anomalous Legislature Decompilation Initiative has been approved and enacted. The 7416-ALDI consists of SCP-7416 being given access to dictation equipment for the purposes of transcribing unknown legal information relevant to the Foundation's interests and maintained operation, under supervision of Foundation personnel to ensure coherence and relevance. Any relevant portions of material transcribed in this way are to be stored and catalogued accordingly. Footnotes 1. SCP-7416 notably prefers pickled eggs, see interview log 7416-G-23 where the anomaly identifies them as the "most legal foodstuffs." 2. The exact number of languages is unknown. Notable examples include but are not limited to English, Simplified Mandarin, Latin, Ancient Sumerian, Southern Samothracian, and an unknown language the anomaly refers to as "Wet". 3. The incident report of the latter is restricted to personnel with Level-5 clearance. 4. Hard drives, paper books, CD discs, human brains, etc. 5. Amnestics function normally when targeting memories not regarding legislation. 6. Calculated based on the resulting spray patterns. 7. A piece of anomalous legislature frequently quoted by SCP-7416, who has relayed it as "Beasts and peoples with a gnarlyness of at least 4.8 Saurii are not permitted to perish due to causes rating less than three-fifths of their own Saurii rating". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7416" by IAmTheOoga, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7416. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7417 | euclid | SCP-7417 By: NDHeckfire Published on 29 Sep 2022 02:36 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7417 - Thole Foresthight More by me! Item#: SCP-7417 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7417 is currently housed in a standard humanoid accommodation chamber at Site-400. Request for entertainment amenities such as books, board games, or video games is to be approved, with supervision from her current research head(s), presently Dr. Sebastian Lennox and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn. Description: SCP-7417 is the designation given to Kristen Claudia, a white human adolescent female of British descent, currently 166 centimeters in height and possessing green eyes and long brown hair. Prior to containment, SCP-7417 was employed as a local kindergarten school teacher in Newcastle, Northern Ireland. SCP-7417 possesses a unique form of functional precognition where, upon visually perceiving any object (including living entities), she is capable of viewing their physical appearance as how they are approximately one (1) year later. For example, upon looking at an apple (red delicious variant), SCP-7417 reported seeing it as merely being a pile of assorted fertilized soil. Testing on how of it's possible to alter the "fate" of perceived objects is still ongoing. Addendum 7417-1: Interview Log Date: 12/09/2018 Present: Dr. Sebastian Lennox <Begin Log> Dr. Lennox enters the interview room. Dr. Lennox: Hello, 7417. My name's Dr. Lennox. I'm just here to ask you some quest- Upon laying eyes on Dr. Sebastian, SCP-7417 suddenly jumps up from her chair and steps back. SCP-7417: Oh God! Holy Christh! Dr. Lennox: Woah, are you alright? What's wro- SCP-7417: Get away from me! Oh God, ith horrible! SCP-7417 retreats to a corner of the room and covers her face with both of her hands. Sobbing is audible. Dr. Lennox: 7417? What's the matter? Why are you- SCP-7417: (looks up) Your faith! Your fucking faith! Ith fucking gone! Get the fuck away from me! Silence on recording. Dr. Lennox exits the interview room. <End Log> Debriefing Log Date: 12/09/2018 Present: Dr. Sebastian Lennox and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn <Begin Log> Dr. Lennox enters the observation chamber. Through a camera monitor, SCP-7417 can still be seen sitting in a corner and covering her face. Dr. Gladwyn: Jesus. The hell was that? (pauses) You good? Dr. Lennox: Uhhh, yeah, I'm fine. Just… confused? Dr. Gladwyn: You're not the only one. (looks at the monitor) What was she screaming about anyway? Dr. Lennox: Something about… my faith being gone? Like… I'm gonna lose my faith? Dr. Gladwyn: Huh, weird. Are you… religious by any chance? Dr. Lennox: Yeah. Catholic. Dr. Gladwyn: Right, okay. (pauses) The doc doesn't say anything about 7417 having spiritual precognition. Might need to look into that more. (looks at Dr. Lennox) You sure you're alright? You don't look too good. Dr. Lennox: I'm fine, really. A little bit shaken up is all. Dr. Gladwyn: Hm. <End Log> In concern of further distressing SCP-7417, Dr. Windsor Gladwyn has requested the reassignment of Dr. Sebastian Lennox to another project. This request was approved. Addendum 7417-2: On the 23rd of October, 2019, SCP-4571 breached containment in Site-400, resulting in extensive damage to the West Wing and multiple injured Foundation personnel. During the breach, Dr. Sebastian Lennox (who was assigned to SCP-457 at the time) suffered varying degrees of burns throughout his face and torso. After SCP-457 was successfully recontained, Dr. Lennox was rushed to the on-site Health and Pathology Infirmary for immediate treatment. Date: 23/10/2019 Present: Dr. Sebastian Lennox Dr. Windsor Gladwyn <Begin Log> Dr. Lennox can be seen wearing a hospital gown and resting in a health cot, his face entirely covered with bandages. Dr. Gladwyn: Heya, bud. How you doing? Dr. Lennox: I'll be lying if I said I was fine. Dr. Gladwyn: Heh, yeah… Silence on recording. Dr. Lennox: Hey, uhhh… Remember 7417? Are you still assigned to her? Dr. Gladwyn: Yup. Reintegration Program doin' wonders for her. Why do you ask? Dr. Lennox: You still remember the only time I met her? Where, y'know, she cried about me losing my faith? I think that… she might be right. (sighs) I don't know. Right now, I'm asking myself a lot of things. Thinking about and reconsidering some stuff, y'know? Maybe that's why she was so scared. Dr. Gladwyn: Oh, yeah, about that… I've, uhhh, been meaning to tell you… Dr. Lennox: What? Dr. Gladwyn: I regularly talked to her… and I'd assume you didn't notice when you first met her but… Dr. Lennox: What is it, man? You're literally killing me here! Dr. Gladwyn: It's not as non-literal as you thought it was. 7417 has a lisp. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7417" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7417. Licensed under CC-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. SCP-457 is a sentient humanoid entity composed of flame. |
SCP-7418 | euclid | Item#: 7418 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7418 is to be confined within the designated Area-7418-1, encompassing the residence of Dr. Kate Santos and the adjacent 2-acre area. Feeding for SCP-7418 requires providing 2 pounds of sustenance, comprising earthworms, grubs, snails, spiders, small animals, and other insects, three times daily. Two MTF operatives are to be deployed within Area-7418-1 to maintain ongoing surveillance of SCP-7418's thermal signature, ensuring its presence within the designated area. In instances where SCP-7418's thermal signature becomes undetectable, the use of Purina Chicken and Beef Dog Treats is authorized as a lure to guide SCP-7418 back to the boundaries of Area-7418-1. In the event that the lure fails to effectively guide SCP-7418 back, Dr. Kate Santos is to be promptly notified. SCP-7418 Description: SCP-7418 resembles a mole (Talpa europaea) with a length of 14 cm and a weight of 200 g. SCP-7418 possesses the anomalous ability to burrow through any substance encountered, regardless of hardness or density. This encompasses materials such as concrete, steel, and solid rock. The burrowing process occurs at a speed consistent with a non-anomalous mole, and there are no indications of physical deterioration or exhaustion have been noted in SCP-7418 consequent to its burrowing activities. The specifics of the anomalous effects resulting from the burrowing process are currently under investigation. Attempts to obstruct SCP-7418's burrowing with materials such as diamond, lead, and composite alloys have proven unsuccessful. Addendum 7418.1: Test Log + SHOW TEST LOGS - HIDE FILES Test Log 7418-1C Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: Dr. Santos attempts to train SCP-7418 using positive reinforcement techniques. A supply of Pedigree All Natural Chicken Dog Treats was used as a reward. Results: SCP-7418 displays initial curiosity towards treats, but remains primarily focused on burrowing. Test Log 7418-1F Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: Dr. Santos continues training, gradually coaxing SCP-7418 with treats to perform simple commands, such as remaining in a specific location. A supply of Purina Chicken and Beef Dog Treats was used as a reward. Results: SCP-7418 exhibits increased interest in treats and shows signs of mild compliance with commands, albeit sporadically. Behavior remains unpredictable. Test Log 7418-1G Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: Dr. Santos introduces a naming concept, repeatedly referring to the mole as "Nibbles" during training sessions, followed by treats as reinforcement. Results: SCP-7418 appears to display recognition of the name "Nibbles" after several repetitions. Responds to the name by briefly pausing its burrowing activity and looking towards Dr. Santos in anticipation of a treat. Note: Dr Santos initially reprimanded for naming SCP-7418. Director Collins approved use of alternate name during testing purposes. Test Log 7418-1H Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: Dr. Santos continues using treats and the name "Nibbles" to encourage positive behavior and basic obedience. Results: SCP-7418 consistently responds to the name "Nibbles" during training sessions. Shows improved comprehension of commands, such as remaining above ground when instructed. Test Log 7418-2A Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: A section of the containment chamber was outfitted with various obstacles and tunnels to simulate a natural burrowing environment. Dr Santos attempts to instruct SCP-7418 verbally to navigate obstacles. A supply of earthworms was used as a reward. Results: SCP-7418 responded to verbal commands from Dr Santos and successfully navigated the obstacles to reach the reward. - HIDE FILES Addendum 7418.2: Audio Transcript From SCP-7418 Meeting After the proposal for SCP-7418's participation in field tests, Director Collins, Dr. Kane, and Dr. Santos convened a meeting to deliberate on the potential course of action for SCP-7418's future involvement. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 8/14/2021 PERSONS PRESENT: Thomas Collins, Site Director, Site-88; Henry Kane, researcher, SCP-7418; Kate Santos, researcher, Site-88 [BEGIN LOG] <Dr. Santos and Dr. Kane are seated at opposite ends of the conference table. Director Collins is seated at the head of the table.> Dir Collins: Alright, let's get started. Dr. Santos, Dr. Kane, I understand there's a difference of opinion regarding SCP-7418. Dr. Kane, you've submitted a proposal, so why don't you start? Dr. Kane: Thank you, Director. SCP-7418 possesses an unprecedented ability to navigate through virtually any material. Imagine the possibilities if we were to train it to infiltrate secure locations, retrieve important documents, and return without being detected. We've seen its potential; why not utilize it? Dr. Santos: (Dr. Santos raises an eyebrow) Utilize it? Dr. Kane, we're talking about a sentient being here. Nibbles might have abilities, but it's still an anomaly. Its abilities are not yet fully understood, and it's entirely possible that unforeseen consequences could arise. We can't ignore the fact that its anomalous nature might make it unstable for such missions. Dr. Kane: (slams hand on table) Santos, you're always so cautious! We've got the chance to gain an edge, to utilize SCP-7418 to our advantage. We'll train it, control it, and send it where we need it to be. Dir Collins: And what if it goes rogue, Dr. Kane? What if it burrows through a critical support beam or, destabilizes a whole structure? You proposing we just gamble with that? <Dr. Kane pulls some documents from a file.> Dr. Kane: We'll have measures in place, Director. Collars, containment protocols. We won't be reckless. Dr. Santos: Measures that might fail, Kane. We can't predict every scenario. Nibbles is still an anomaly, no matter how much you try to control it. <Director Collins puts his fingers on his temple> Dir Collins: Well, you both make valid points. Kane, your approach could give us an incredible advantage, but Santos, you're right that we can't ignore the risks. Dr. Kane: (clenched fists) Director, if we don't seize opportunities like this, we're just stagnating in containment. We need to evolve. Dr. Santos: (leaning forward) And if we rush into this, we're asking for disaster. We're here to contain anomalies, not weaponize them. Dir Collins: (sighing) Look, both of you have strong arguments. But in the end, Santos, I've got to side with you on this one. We can't afford to play fast and loose, especially when we're dealing with the unknown. Dr. Kane: Director, with all due respect, this is a wasted opportunity. We'll look back and regret not taking action. Dir Collins: (firmly) Perhaps, Dr. Kane. But right now, I'm putting the safety of our personnel and our operations first. Santos, I'll trust your judgment on this matter. Dr. Santos: (nodding) Thank you, Director. I believe it's the wisest course of action for now. Dir Collins: That settles it then. Let's keep SCP-7418 contained and under observation. Dismissed, both of you. Dr. Kane: (rising from his seat, visibly frustrated) Yes, Director. Addendum 7418.3: Incident Log 7418-C-1 + SHOW INCIDENT LOGS - HIDE FILES DATE: 8/15/2021 At [16:03:19], researcher Dr Henry Kane was found deceased in SCP-7418 containment chamber with a 14 cm diameter cavity in his chest. - HIDE FILES Following Incident 7418-C-1, SCP-7418 containment protocols were updated and transferred to Area 7418-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7418" by korgis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7418. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP mole Name: Talpa europaea (Freising, Deutschland) 5.jpg Author: christoph_moning License: (CC BY-SA 4.0) Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Talpa_europaea_(Freising,_Deutschland)_5.jpg |
SCP-7419 | safe | Item-#: 7419 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7419 is to be kept in a standard small object containment unit when not in testing. Personnel are advised to use electronic devices incapable of wireless connectivity to prevent possible data breaches. Personnel are required to fill out form 7419-ST-1 after conducting a testing exercise. Description: SCP-7419 is the collective designation for two anomalous devices, designated SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B. SCP-7419-A is a small rectangular device comprised of an unknown material fitted with a standard 3.5mm audio connector and a simple on/off button. SCP-7419-A procedurally generates sentences, sentence fragments, words, and additional semantic values that are expressed as analogue electrical signals intelligible as audio when connected to a suitable interface. SCP-7419-A, once activated, will not cease to generate output unless terminated manually. The content of SCP-7419-A's output does not seem to follow any contextual pattern and will range from direct quotations of known or published material, to abstract "word salad" with little semantic meaning. SCP-7419-B is a spherical device fitted with a small condenser microphone in addition to a button and connector identical to SCP-7419-A's. SCP-7419-B operates as a simplistic true or false pointer. When connected to a suitable device that does not also have SCP-7419-A connected, a user is able to manually input a statement or question that will then be answered with either a True or False verbal response. Any input that does not contain semantic information answerable by SCP-7419-B will be answered on an abstract basis appearing to operate on simplistic real logic (ie: Input "Blue chickens" will receive output "False") but will invariably land on true or false. SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B, when connected simultaneously to a suitable device, will spontaneously execute each of their operative functions. SCP-7419-A will continuously generate statements, sentences, words, and additional values and directly feed each result into SCP-7419-B to be evaluated as true or false. The two software will run indefinitely until SCP-7419-A generates the statement "Marianne Simmons Will Buy a Bagel at Wynnsbury's", triggering an immediate fatal error in SCP-7419-B's internal logic resulting from an inability to arrive at a true or false conclusion. Every instance of testing involving SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B running in conjunction will arrive at this fatal error. Audio-Log-7419-36: +Show Transcript -Close Apple the Fruit. True. An approved antibiotic for the treatment of streptococcus infection is Amoxycillin. True. Magical Oysters. False. Research has indicated the existence of dark matter. True. Most people believe in a plane of existence beyond ours. True. Goldfish are land dwelling. False. Walmart is a conglomerate from Canada. False. Grocery shopping is a task. True. Apples are Vegetables. False. Anchoring a million grey dogs to a fence post. False. Asteroids may crash at any time. True. It will arrive. True. Seventeen is a song by American singer Sharon Van Etten. True. There are species of potato that contain pork. False. Racial bias. True. The USA will hold elections. True. Grey skies can be turned into portable catheters. False. Managing time is a belief that can be imported into Audacity. True. Madonna is American. True. Catholicism. True. Organic food is edible. True. Ringing a bell that will cease to function. True. Multiplying skulls by the product that is impossible. False. Dying. True. Octocorallia is an order of Cnidarians containing the soft corals and Gorgonians. True. Humans can effectively understand. False. Life is a highway. False. Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel at Wynnsburys. Internal Logic Failure. Fatal Error Occurrence. Please restart. Discovery: SCP-7419 were discovered on 29/12/1982 after Junior Researcher Julio Cabrera checked into Site-196 medical facilities complaining of sharp periodic pains in his lower abdomen. After medical staff were unable to deduce a clear cause, an ultrasound was conducted on the area of reported pain. SCP-7419 were subsequently discovered embedded in Cabrera's abdominal cavity. No signs of surgical intrusion in the area were found. Test-Log-7419-B-1: The phrase "Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel at Wynnsbury's" appears to generate from SCP-7419-A at a somewhat elevated rate, and will not result in a fatal error if SCP-7419-B is not connected to the same device. Attempts to determine the significance of the statement have included altering the content of the phrase, with wildly differing results, although all semantic alterations have failed to yield the fatal error caused by the statement. Test results suggest the internal logic of SCP-7419-B treats "Marianne Simmons" and "Wynnsbury's" as unique semantic concepts rather than generic nouns, as well as outputs being static and not reflecting passage of time. A log of results generated from manual input via SCP-7419-B's microphone is available below. INPUT RESULT Marianne Simmons will steal a bagel at Wynnsbury's FALSE Marianne Simmons TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel TRUE Marianne Simmons will be FALSE Marianne Simmons is buying a bagel at Wynnsbury's TRUE Marianne Simmons is going to buy a bagel at Wynnsbury's TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel is a Bagel FALSE Marianne Simmons is FALSE Marianne Simmons is not FALSE Marianne Simmons refers to a person named Marianne Simmons FALSE Marianne Simmons bought a bagel at Wynnsbury's FALSE Marianne Simmons was FALSE Buying a Bagel TRUE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel FALSE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before she does FALSE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before he does FALSE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before they do FALSE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before it does TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel was TRUE Marianne Simmons is perceivable TRUE Marianne Simmons can be perceived FALSE Marianne Simmons will be perceived TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel has happened TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel is happening FALSE Marianne Simmons' Bagel will happen TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel will FALSE Marianne Simmons is known TRUE Marianne Simmons can be known FALSE Wynnsbury's TRUE Buying a Bagel at Wynnsbury's FALSE Buying at Wynnsbury's TRUE Bagel at Wynnsbury's TRUE Stealing at Wynnsbury's TRUE Stealing from Wynnsbury's FALSE Wynnsbury's is Wynnsbury's TRUE Wynnsbury's was TRUE Wynnsbury's is located in North America TRUE Wynnsbury's is located in the United States of America FALSE Wynnsbury's is located in Canada FALSE Wynnsbury's is located in a Central American or Caribbean country FALSE The North America that Wynnsbury's is located in is North America FALSE Attempts to ascertain the identity of Marianne Simmons have been unsuccessful due to the prevalence of the name. Attempts to identify "Wynnsbury's" as referenced in the phrase has been similarly unsuccessful. Addendum: As of 16/7/2021, the rate at which input semantically related to "Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel At Wynnsbury's" is generated by SCP-7419-A has steadily increased, the most common of which is attached below. INPUT RESULT Marianne Simmons will arrive at Wynnsbury's soon TRUE More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-8332 • SCP-7783 • SCP-6541 • SCP-8465 • SCP-3169 • SCP-8010 • SCP-7151 • SCP-8105 • SCP-7471 • SCP-7811 • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-8031 • SCP-8541 • SCP-7541 • SCP-7575 • Tales/GoI Formats Other SCP-POUF • Fear of Death • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7419" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7419. Licensed under CC-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-7420 | esoteric-class | You quickly turn on the computer in front of you, your hands shaking with fear. You type in your credentials as fast as you can. Thank god SCiPNET is still online. SCiPNET Connection Acquired Username: RRiver Password: ••••••••• Processing… Hello, Junior Archivist River! Thank you for using SCiPNET. What would you like to do today? >open file:scp-7420 Processing request… Loading file… Item#: 7420 Level1 Containment Class: uncontained Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo One of the first sinkholes created during SCP-7420, located in the town of Harrow, Nevada, United States. Photo taken moments before SCP-7420-A emergence. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7420 is currently uncontained. Description: SCP-7420 is a currently ongoing anomalous event. SCP-7420 began at 00:00 on 01/01/2023, when several sinkholes ranging from 2m to over 500m in diameter began rapidly forming around the world in major population centers, most notably in the exact geographic centers of the cities of Tokyo, Shanghai, London, and Cairo. At 12:00, thousands of anomalous entities began emerging from all sinkholes formed during SCP-7420, causing worldwide panic and disarray. These entities, designated SCP-7420-A instances, are variable in appearance, though are typically pink or red in coloration, are slightly larger than an average human, and are eight-legged. Instances possess no heads or notable structures besides legs and abdomens, and vaguely resemble large spiders. Instances are hostile to humans and have been shown to attack on sight with intense force, often resulting in fatality for the victim. Reading this again, you shudder at the thought of the horrifying creatures that now roam outside. You can still hear them. You're the only one left in the entire site, and though you've barricaded yourself in the archives room, you can hear them clawing and scratching at Site-86's main entrance. You realize you probably don't have much more time. SCP-7420-A entities quickly overran most major cities and population centers after emergence, causing massive damage and casualties worldwide. As of writing, the human population is estimated to be at 5% of its initial number prior to SCP-7420. As such, the veil protocol has been lifted and the Foundation is currently working with major anomalous and mundane organizations in an attempt to prevent further loss. This is where you come in. The Foundation, in its effort to bring an end to SCP-7420, tasked almost every department to research the situation and find a solution. The Department of Mythology and Folkloristics was the only department to find something useful. They looked through their archives, and found a tapestry hidden away somewhere, depicting eight-legged creatures attacking a city sometime in the first century. The tapestry details a group of people performing a ritual and banishing the monsters. It ends with the banishers celebrating around a golden plate with twenty tally marks. Initially, Mythology and Folkloristics thought the tapestry was related to some other anomaly, but noting the similarities between the monsters depicted and the 7420-A instances, they attempted the ritual in New York City, successfully returning the beasts there to the sinkhole they came from, which became sealed with an ornate golden plate, adorned with twenty tally marks. Realizing the need for the ritual to be performed for every sinkhole around the world, the Foundation made the choice to declassify SCP-7420's file, editing it to include an addendum detailing the instructions for the ritual. Problem is, almost every member of RAISA is dead, and they're the only ones who can make direct edits to database files. Unfortunately this means the safety of the world has been placed into your hands. SCP-7420's file has been opened. Would you like to do anything else? >y What would you like to do? >edit file:scp-7420 Processing request… Opening editor… As the edit screen opens, you hear a loud burst down the hall. The entities have broken into the site. It's only a matter of minutes until they find you. You hastily and shakily begin typing the instructions for the ritual into an addendum on the file. You jolt as a bang comes from the door, knocking over a notebook that was on the desk. They know you're here. More instances crowd around the door, clawing and scratching as the door begins to buckle under their weight. Your breath quickens, your fingers sweat, your back aches. You type as fast as you can, hoping and praying you can upload it before they reach you. You're the only one with a copy of the instructions. Without them on this file, the world is surely doomed. As you finish typing the last sentence, you waste no time in scrolling to the bottom of the editor. With sweat pouring down your forehead, you press save, and wait. Saving page… ERROR: REQUEST TIMED OUT The door bursts open, and it's the last thing you hear. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7420" by Rhineriver, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7420. Licensed under CC-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: Harbor sinkhole (24691134235) Author: Oregon Department of Transportation License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7421 | safe | 777 ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture Graphic depiction of execution and inhumane acts If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page DrApricus More works by me can be found here! Item #: SCP-7421 Special Containment Procedures: Wartrod Hanging is preserved within a Foundation front disguised as a factory. The perimeter of the building is secured and gated, but minimal non-autonomous security is required due to its isolated location. Human testing on SCP-7421 has been restricted due to ethical concerns, with the only research allowed being the analysis of past victims and simulated experiments. Convict hanging from SCP-7421 instance. Photographed 1859. Description: SCP-7421 is a collection of gallowses erected between 1850 and 1856 within close proximity to each other. The site is adjacent to a mass outlaw burial in New Orleans, Louisiana, discovered in 1910. The area and surrounding acreage, previously known as “Wartrod Hanging,” was acquired by the Foundation in 1924. When hung from an SCP-7421 instance, an individual will remain capable of respiration but experience the full sensation of strangulation. They will enter a vegetative state within four to six minutes, the average time a person can withstand a lack of oxygen, and appear dead to an outward observer. However, unless terminated by an outside force, the condemned will remain fully aware despite total paralysis. After seven to ten minutes of hanging, the rope will merge with the neck, surrounding tissue, and bones on a molecular level. When the rope is cut at the declaration of death, often after thirty minutes of hanging, it will have fully integrated itself with the individual’s skin and muscle and partially with the bone. If undisturbed, the SCP-7421 instance and the condemned will develop a singular biological system over an unknown span of time. If the rope is cut, it will continue growing into the executed until they unify into a single entity. Radiocarbon dating of each gallows’ rope shows inconsistency in age and suggests that, on several occasions, gallowses had their ropes replaced after executions. Thus, the exact number of hangings carried out employing SCP-7421 is unknown. Though the burying of criminals was inconsistent, the gravesite estimates at least 30 condemned, all of which were still attached to their respective ropes. Discovery: Wartrod Hanging was not investigated by the Foundation until the twentieth century due to its obscure geographical location. The investigation began after a collateral clearance team revealed one of the condemned left hanging from SCP-7421, an unidentified male with a severely injured face, was still breathing. Later investigation found he had been hanging for 58 years as of 1914. Later autopsy of the condemned and inspection of the SCP-7421 instance revealed bone marrow, blood vessels, and feeding tubes to have grown throughout the gallows and rope, which intertwined with the condemned's intestines via the neck. This allowed for continued nourishment to sustain the body internally. Addendum: The investigation uncovered two journals with writing from 1855 through 1862. In total, four entries mentioned the usage of an SCP-7421 instance to hang the aforementioned man. Several other entries offer insight into the climate of the relevant town beforehand. Both had been pawned but were recovered within the perimeters of Louisiana. The owner of the journals is unknown. 8/30/55 Another child is dead today. First, Lee Hal Thomas back in early May, then Garrett Larson in June, and now Susie Graham. She was declared missing by her folks two days ago, and they uncovered her body, or part of it, beside the river as the sun rose. The culprit Crowshore, who was already a suspect of the previous hits, though never formally arrested, fled only last night. Like a gunmen in the west, he didn't leave a single hoofprint in his path. This was the match in the powder barrel for the town. The Grahams orchestrated a protest at the sheriff's office, businesses turned their signs in solidarity, and several folk left for the neighboring towns. The service for the little lady is tomorrow. This wasn't the first time the sheriffs had their hands tied by the people. It'd be surmounting since late winter. It was obvious that at some point, there ought to be trouble. And we all knew no marshal or constable was ready for it. The posses had practically been our law enforcement for the past hog killing. We'd all heard of other Louisiana towns hanging their sheriffs for their inaction, tying them between horses at the shot of a gun, standing them before an open flame. It's a shame our little old rust bucket is so patient. 12/10/55 I awoke this morning to hear the locals talking of new gallows built just yonder of the Bricksolds’ saloon. Word of the outlaw Crowshore being reigned in has been about for a little time, and for such a cad, there ought to be a hemp fever. Amidst all this fear, it would be the break we all need for one less devil to walk amongst us. Child killers are all dead men in this country, and hoosegows aren’t made to hold dead men. Dangling from the ropes, he'd make the fourth or fifth this year. But with the air becoming cold and dry and my doubt in the lawmen and their reputation, I'm worried the trail will run cold. Again. 4/22/56 The newsboy rode through town an hour before noon like a saddle warmer, shouting and waving the print. "Crowshore caught! Crowshore caught!" he cried. And to his word, the sheriffs came only moments later with a battered man suspended between the two horses. A little part of me hoped they'd put on a show and suddenly diverge and run in opposite directions. He swayed like a wind chime, and his face was beaten far beyond recognition. The sheriffs allowed no leisure between when they brought the outlaw in and when he was ushered to the gallows. He was practically a ghoul, so much so that the hangman's knot would seem pointless if he weren't still blinking. He spared speaking as he was fixed in, and he did not scream when the chair was kicked, the air only spilled out of him in a gasp. Damn sidewinder. The crowd rejoiced as his legs finally went limp, and no light was left in his dog eyes. As I watched from atop the hill, I felt nothing for the dead man but hope that the knot's force would break his neck. For then, he’d stop breathing, unlike the previously hung. But he did not. Nobody knows why they always keep breathing, but I know I never want to find out. I expected that once the party ceased its cries, the rope would be cut, come down with him, and stick to his neck like molasses. That did not happen. I expected they'd cut away at it, digging it out of his bloody neck, and that soon he would have no pulse. They let him hang, though. 4/24/56 Two days have passed since the hemp fever, all the wanted posters have been torn down, and all the bounty hunters, sheriffs, and wranglers have been relieved of their search. There was a public burning of the outlaw’s crafts as the sun rose. He'd been known to make oil paintings. He left them behind when he fled, also leaving behind his victims for horrified townsmen to uncover. The wealthy mister and misses Graham shouted profanities as all the paintings were tossed in a pile and served as firewood in the center of the town. Oddly enough, I smelled a hint of orange in the ash scent. It was a second festival of retribution for the Graham family, though nothing can truly fill that hole. There's no telling how many people Crowshore had squabashed before he came here, and I believe it's for the better that we don't find out. The wrench of discovering another dismembered body is not easily shaken off. With every new victim, the pressure forced upon the sheriffs to find and persecute the cad grew. It was a matter of time before they hauled someone in. Someone would've dangled regardless. 9/9/56 Months had passed, and all had been silent. In fact, it was as if the world had taken to whispering. No prints from other counties arrived, and the town naturally returned to a state of strange bliss. The Thomases, Larsons, and Grahams still mourned, and the townspeople and I still set aside time to join them at the church. But in spite of the horrors, we persisted and justice seized the day. Right? Over dinner, I was served the bad medicine, and it had my heart skip a beat. Whilst the alleged outlaw continued hanging from the gallows, going on half a year and still breathing, Wilson James Crowshore was sighted at the Mexican border. The account was clear and unmistakable; it was him, as alive as a tree. Nearly a thousand dollars were recuperated from his uncovered residence in Texas and enough evidence of his crimes to sentence him to a hundred deaths. It appeared the sheriffs gave up the search and faked the capture of the cad, letting him run. We can never know who it is at the gallows this very moment. And the sheriff's office had become a ghost town overnight. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7421" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7421. Licensed under CC-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: Zeno Fotografie.jpg Author: O'Sullivan, Timothy H License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7422 | safe | close Info X SCP-7422: A random string of 1s and 0s Written by: FlyPurgatorio | Authorpage This article contains references to queerphobia, specifically against nonbinary identities. If that's not something you want to read today, it's best to skip this scip ;) ⚠️ content warning SwanTran7.1 Tool enabled Welcome to the SwanTran Translation and Transcription tool. I am an artificial intelligence, here to make your filing and updating work a little easier! You’ve selected the file entry module. Error. User credentials not recognised. Please relog, or contact Harrit Swanepoel via the SwanTran Lifeline! SwanTran Lifeline chat initiated GIJS: Harrit, I can’t log in anymore. GIJS: Or did you add a misgender module to the SwanTran tool? GIJS: For an authentic experience :’) :’( SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT] is typing a message… Gijs is an old queer. He had his struggles, fought the battle decades longer than I have. And he found a way to let it slide off him. I know that. His marriage might be legal. Somewhat normal, even. But it’s still not approaching ‘mundane’. He and his husband still turn a head or two, when they’re out together. There are still places, moments, people that are unsafe. I know he copes with humour. If it works for him, that’s fine. I just… I hope I’ll find something that works for me, someday. SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: I’ll take a look. I've got a test to run on SCP-7422 anyway. _ + New SCP file– SwanTran7.1 Tool: Warning, electrical overload detected Reloading… Analysing input… _ + Enter: object classI’m more– Dataset 1 You’re my daughtersonchild. I just want what’s best for you. I know, mum. But that doesn’t mean it can’t hurt me. Can’t you just try to – Feel different? Be different? I love you. I love you! You know how deeply I love you?! I know, mum. You love the idea of me. The person I am in your mind. It takes some time to get used to it. I will, █████████. You’re mourning the child I never was. You bury them. Read the eulogy. I just want someone to dance with me at the funeral. Harrit. Harrit! I meant Harrit! I’m sorry sondaughterchild. You’re trying, I say, swallowing the sting, I’m glad you’re trying. I just want you to be SAFE. I will be, mum, I lie. SwanTran tool update: object Class entered as Safe. _ + Please enter containment procedures– than just – Dataset 2 “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Then why did you say it? I think. I know you don’t, I say. “You know I support you. I’ve shown you before, I support you people! Even though I don't get it.” We live in a binary world, trapped in binary minds. “I don’t want to offend. I mean, should I just watch my words around you all the time?” I carefully choose my words before I respond. I have to. Because I don’t get the same luxury as you. “I mean, I get what you’re saying. I understand. But you could’ve said it differently. You could’ve been nicer/quieter/kinder/less public about it.” I scream into the void. Quietly. I lock away the hurt and anger and humiliation and pain and carefully place my hand on your shoulder and tell you I get it, it is hard, I’m so glad you try, but please, please don’t say that, please don’t, please just respect me for who I tell you I am, please, I swallow the tears and curse words because if I don’t, it’ll just be giving you a reason to disregard my request. We live in a binary world, trapped in binary minds. You said a Bad Thing, but you’re a Good Person. And saying a Bad Thing is something a Bad Person does, and you’re not a Bad Person. So I must’ve interpreted it wrong, or misunderstood your intentions. You have to explain to me you’re a Good Person, still. It doesn’t even enter your mind that sometimes, Good People still do Bad Things. The world doesn’t judge you by your intentions. I certainly don’t. But I can’t tell you that. Because you’ll never listen to me again if I do. I have to earn being heard. So I swallow. And I hide. And I ask you, kindly, calmly, please: just hear me. Just accept who I tell you I am. It’s not binary. You can be a third thing: a Better person: someone who learned. And I support you through the hurt I caused you by being hurt. SwanTran tool update: Special Containment Procedures entered. _ + Please enter a description– a random – Dataset 3 “But if they find your bones 200 years from now, what would they call you?” Have you ever wondered what would flash before your eyes? What would you see in that last moment before the lights go out? One bright spark, a shock to the system before shutdown. So many memories to choose from. A lifetime worth of data, little 1s and 0s, strung together. We live in a binary world. A world of facts, data, 1s and 0s. But we colour it. Turn it into a spectrum of colours and nuance. A beautiful painting of depth and perspective. A perspective unique to just me. Isn’t it all just an amazing feat. A beautiful trick of the mind. I’m not anyone’s story to tell. I am my own. They can find my bones 200 years from now, tell a new story with those building blocks. God knows how true that story will be – but here’s the kicker: it doesn’t have to be. A story is only a truth for the person telling it. The narrative they’ll tell with my bones, it’ll only say something about the narrator. Their perspective. Their experience of the world. Plenty of stories of people like me have been forgotten. Rewritten, renamed, deadnamed, by those who get to decide. So first we hide. Then we revolt. Then we celebrate. Take Pride in who we are, yell at that binary world in colours and perspectives previously unheard. Redacted. Removed. And we’ll keep on yelling. Screaming. Until we are heard. Until all of us are heard. Until we are no longer exceptions. Until the day we are mundane. God, I can’t wait to be mundane. SwanTran Tool: Analysis complete. Compose file? Y/N _ + Compose file– string of – SwanTran7.1 is composing a file, please wait Hi there! It seems you've been struggling with the clinical language required for Foundation documentation. Not to worry! SwanTran's Linguistical AI module has corrected for tone and word choice. Just to be sure, this file has been forwarded to lead researcher GIJS VAN OOSTERBEEK for review before uploading to the database is completed. You have been assigned training module 5: Clinical Tone. This will help you get a better grip on that concise style needed to document these difficult subjects! Questions? Contact Harrit Swanepoel via the SwanTran Lifeline! Item#: 7422 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 312 Marianne Verwoerd-Kerkerling Gijs van Oosterbeek N/A SCP-7422 as seen on the desk of Mx. Harrit Swanepoel before activating Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7422 is currently held in containment locker 10 in Site 312's anomalous storage unit and is being monitored for reactivation. Description: SCP-7422 is an anomalous technology construct resembling a BBC Micro Ceefax. There is no available connection for an external power source, and no detectable internal battery. Current hypothesis is that it is powered by absorbing energy from organic matter in its surroundings. The attached visual display switches between 3 headers on a 10 second timer, reading "EAST", "WEST" and "CENTRAL", with no accompanying text underneath. The counter in the top right corner indicates the existence of 10 available headers in total. SCP-7422 came into Foundation possession as part of a collection of anomalous technological artifacts seized after a tip from the AIVD.1 On 2023-11-10, the device activated unexpectedly during analysis of its components. An electrical shockwave transmitted from the device disconnected most of Site-312’s integrated systems, resulting in a site-wide blackout. The investigator and only attendant, Site-312 Head of Technical Infrastructure Mx. Harrit Swanepoel, was the sole casualty. The body of Mx. Swanepoel was disintegrated completely upon activation of SCP-7422. Their ashes were returned to their family after thorough analysis showed no anomalous properties. Documentation for SCP-7422 was uploaded via the SwanTran tool to lead researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek's review queue, and has been included unaltered. SCP-7422 has not activated since. SwanTran Tool: Update, additional data found. On 2024-04-22, a 4th header and additional text appeared on the visual display of SCP-7422. _ + Header: URGENT–1s and 0s. 01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00001010 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7422" by FlyPurgatorio, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7422. Licensed under CC-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: BBC Micro Ceefax (4752596631)-edit.jpg Name: BBC Micro Ceefax (4752596631).jpg Author: Steve Elliott from UK License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:BBC_Micro_Ceefax_(4752596631).jpg Additional Notes: The text on the TV screen has been slightly altered and mostly removed by FlyPurgatorio. Footnotes 1. Dutch General Intelligence and Security Service |
SCP-7423 | safe | by Ethagon To: O5-10 From: Maria Jones Subject: SCP-7423 Slot Trouble I've got a bunch of errors about the SCP-7423 slot not working properly. After looking into it, it seems like some really old files are messing with the system. All of them are locked to O5-10 access. Given how much of a mess the raw files are, I've ordered all the files in a rough timeline that I've attached to this email. Fair warning: It's rough. Some things are duplicated or in the wrong place but you'll see why in a bit. If you don't want to deal with this yourself I'm also open to fixing this, with your permission. ~ M. Jones December 1975 AD The Marching Band of Kirk Lonwood High finished a performance and was subsequently trapped in permanent stasis. The Band is contained as SCP-332. April 1976 AD The hearts of two students at Tazewell High School were spontaneously transmuted into wood. The hearts are contained as SCP-6976. May 1976 AD Reality locally collapsed in Kirk Lonwood High School. The perpetrators were found to be an, at the time of arrival abandoned, music store called "Syncope Symphony." All participants were amnesticized, put under observation and the school condemned. It took us embarrassingly long to respond to the situation in Kirk Lonwood High. We had a presence in the school ever since the containment of SCP-332, but the Foundation only had so much capacity for stationary anomalies. SCP-332 was at the time deemed unimportant enough that we could get away with just locking the band room and informing the right people of the necessary procedures. There were bigger fish to fry, or so we thought at the time. The checkups in the first few months of 76 didn't report anything interesting. The GOC considered the town our responsibility and we actively kept the UIU away from anything they could mess up. When we visited again in May it was far too late for the School. ~ General Westhill State: Band activities make up an insignificant amount of the School activities. Response: Principal replaced with a Band Enthusiast. Result: Band activities are in the foreground of School activities. State: The Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit is investigating the School for anomalous activity. Response: Foundation Operations temporarily halted and removed off-premise. Result: Foundation presence remains undiscovered. April 1976 AD The hearts of two students at Tazewell High School were spontaneously transmuted into wood. The hearts are contained as SCP-6976. May 1976 AD Reality locally collapsed in Kirk Lonwood High School. The perpetrators were found to be an, at the time of arrival abandoned, music store called "Syncope Symphony." All participants were amnesticized, put under observation and the school condemned. May 1976 AD Reality locally collapsed in North Hillcrest High School. In subsequent months Containment Procedures are established to keep students from entering the auditorium and causing reality-altering events. The school and the phenomenon surrounding it were contained as SCP-7676. I remember that early during the crisis, a lot of it was blamed on this semi-connected group of High School anomalies. That of course changed when the Apollyon took all our attention. Blaming it solely on either of the two would still be a wrong assessment. Even with all that happened, there's a bit of an overestimation of the world-ending capabilities of a single anomaly. On paper, they often seem like they can expand infinitely, but they all have a limit in one way or another. Mountains in particular are a bulwark of reality your average world-ender finds a hurdle too steep to climb. The worst one of the "Syncope" anomalies was probably SCP-7676 with its cascading waves of reality alterations. The thing is that these anomalies were almost exclusively focused on North America, with maybe one or two appearing on other continents. We had all reason to believe that in the absolute worst case we would only lose the US. And that was still far-fetched with how local most of them were. No, the role these anomalies played in all of this was spreading our resources thin at a time with so many wildfires that the Veil was already tearing. ~ General Westhill O5 Council Meeting Transcript <Begin Log> O5-11: And I'm telling you we can't keep this amnestics supply up. We're on our way to having cracks spread through the entirety of the Veil. My recommendation is to focus our Veil maintenance and abandon disinformation efforts for specific areas. O5-6: What cities do you have in mind? O5-11: Ground Zero cities have the highest demand and are the likeliest to be lost despite our efforts. O5-2: We can not abandon cities to the anomalous prematurely. We owe them that much. O5-8: Seconding Two. Any city completely out of our control is ground for hostile memes to fester. We need nationwide amnestics coverage if we want to keep any of them under control. O5-2: What's your estimation of fallout if we continue as normal, Eleven? O5-11: Exponential Veil failure. Being generous we can withhold amnestics for 1 in 10 individuals as long as we rebound at some point. Any more than that and the unamnesticized can successfully spread veiled information faster than we can amnesticize them. (Pause) If we can't allow any shortage in the supply the only solution that comes to mind is the eel. O5-2: Absolutely not. O5-11: I'd rather fail morally than completely. O5-6: We might not have to go that far. There are measures that lower the amnestics demand. We could completely shut down one source of anomalies if we get rid of High Schools. O5-2: I've looked over your reports and I'm unsure it would end as long as Syncope Symphony is still around. O5-6: Are they still around? O5-11: We also don't have the push to make the government comply, not yet. O5-6: The GOC might if they raise their response to Pizzicato. O5-4: The GOC just raised KTE-1162 to Level 5. I doubt it. Administrator: They're not the only ones. The Council stands up. O5-2: Administrator. I am admittedly surprised you've come. Administrator: So am I. It's clear I can't leave this Council alone with what it's supposed to do. O5-11: What do you mean, not the only ones? Administrator: I was at Site-100, trying to integrate our main troublemaker. No success. O5-6: That means- Administrator: Yes. "Keter-Class SCP objects that are judged for integration into SCP-001, but unable to be forced into integration are to be upgraded to Apollyon." O5-6: (whistles) Been a while since we had to deal with one. O5-2: Will we have your support, now that the threat has risen to this level? Administrator: I will make some of my assets available, but it is ultimately your mission to handle this. Ten? O5-10: Yes? Administrator: There are a few files I'll grant access to for you later, just in case. Share them with the Council at your own discretion. (The Administrator leaves) <End Log> May 1976 AD Reality locally collapsed in North Hillcrest High School. In subsequent months Containment Procedures are established to keep students from entering the auditorium and causing reality-altering events. The school and the phenomenon surrounding it were contained as SCP-7676. June 1976 AD Anomalous activity at Salvation High School was investigated by the Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit. The town was later condemned. The source of anomalous activity in the town is contained as SCP-3935. July 1976 AD An unknown meme merged with SCP-3919, causing individuals to think of themself as the children of SCP-3919 and subsequently fall under its effect. The Spread of the meme resulted in the loss of multiple cities before it died out. August 1976 AD Yearbooks of Kirk Lonwood High School were found in other High Schools across the USA but were found to be non-anomalous with one exception. The yearbooks were confiscated and the anomalous one is contained as SCP-1833. September 1976 AD An organism thought by witnesses to be their father was brought to a hospital in Huntington, West Virginia. Its origins could not be investigated due to missing manpower. The organism is contained as SCP-1976. State: Close Family ties are at risk of removing primary subjects. Response: Job opportunities are mirrored after template. Result: Family ties reduced to acceptable level. State: Nickname distribution shows significant divergence. Response: Prime students through exposed media towards favoured nicknames. Result: No change in nickname distribution observed. March 1976 Specific strains of SCP-3281 were noticed to be actions requiring enacting a high school graduation. Strain was dealt with per Standard Late-Stage Memetic Outbreak Protocol-3281. April 1976 A student was able to reach the auditorium of North Hillcrest High School due to missing manpower. It was subsequently established that the GOC would focus on emergent anomalies and the Foundation contain anomalies that could not immediately be terminated. SCP-7676 was recontained. May 1976 POI-099 ("The Plundering Tourist") manifested in 76 different high schools/secondary schools across the globe and induced a local reality failure in each of them. Situation was stabilized by local Foundation Operatives where available after POI-099. June 1976 The GOC activated Procedure Pizzicato and established Global Martial Law. At the Foundation's request, High Schools were temporarily outlawed. July 1976 Global Evacuations to shelters were started. Several areas proved difficult to evacuate due to several summer holidays-enforcing anomalies. Possible [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] State: Significant portions of band members have their main social circle outside of the band. Response: Foundation operatives changed circumstances in the social situations of friends outside the band and highlighted other common interests of friends inside the band. Result: Fraternization between Band members raised to an acceptable level. State: No presence of Syncope Symposium in the high school. Response: Operations expanded to make the town as a whole favourable for manifestation. Result: Syncope Symposium opened a shop in the town. Manifestation is notably different from expected parameters. The question as to the source of anomalies is an often asked one. The question is of course easily answered in that there is not one but many. No "source" we may find is able to cover everything that is anomalous. A more commonly theorized origin lies in the social atmosphere that surrounds us everywhere we get into contact with people. Anomalies are then a sort of social tension that twists and twists until it breaks. Were this hypothesis true, then anomalies are theoretically reproducible, albeit only if the exact social situation can be recreated. It is to note that there is no difference between the paranormal being the product of our social reality and the theory that certain social situations simply attract attention from the kind of entity that leaves the anomalous in their wake. These two theories will be treated as interchangeable until a method is devised to clearly separate one from the other. This paper proposes a method to prove either of these theories as correct using the Shaw/Zartion Hominid Replicators and memetic conditioning to achieve… July 1976 Global Evacuations to shelters were started. Several areas proved difficult to evacuate due to several summer holidays-enforcing anomalies. Possible [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] January 1976 SCP-3776 affected items started appearing in shelters among secondhand clothing. Procedures were updated and SCP-3776 was recontained without any individual manifesting memories about "Camp Nimrod". March 1976 A school building manifested inside the tropical rainforest and started to replicate itself using the surrounding rainforest. A perimeter could be established before an unrecoverable amount of Rainforest was lost. May 1976 Swarms of entities masquerading as high school students were requesting access to the GOC city fortress Ganzir. After entry was denied they were terminated by other anomalous entities surrounding the city. August 1976 School buses appeared across the USA and abducted children not in shelters. The destination of these buses is unknown. November 1976 Efforts to contain SCP-7676 were abandoned as Foundation forces retreated. The GOC was given advance notice and was able to terminate the anomaly with heavy losses. O5 Council GOC High Command Meeting Transcript <Begin Log> Al Fine: I'm going to be exceedingly generous and assume you had a good reason to abandon your posts like that. O5-6: It's not a matter of retreating. More a change in strategy to focus on our most important Sites. Al Fine: You're hiding, is what you're saying. O5-10: In a way, I guess that is correct. Al Fine: We had an agreement. We can't focus on emergent threats if you can't suppress any long-term problems. O5-6: You seem to be handling it well, considering how you dealt with North Hillcrest High. Al Fine: Don't make me laugh. And for what? So you can focus all forces in Yellowstone? Whatever you're hiding there better be worth it. O5-4: Given the situation, the Council has agreed to share some information pertaining to that matter. DC al Fine is brought a short stack of files with SCP-2000 printed on the topmost one. Al Fine skims them. Al Fine: You can't be serious. O5-10: We assure you, the device exists as described. Al Fine: It can't. The Foundation doesn't have the capability to build this, you outright state this. And it can't have been used before or your technological advancement would surpass ours by at least 40 years. O5-10: We haven't. SCP-2000 was brought into this timeline by a Global Reality Shift. It didn't exist 40 years ago. Al Fine: This still doesn't justify your retreat. O5-10: How far are we from the Minimum Repopulation Margin of the GOC? Al Fine: We're not that far off, but we know this crisis is nearing its end. If both we and Pentagram continue like this there is still a chance to save humanity. If we hold out just a few months Eurtec will be operable enough to allow for instant deployment anywhere without much cost. O5-10: Overextending us now might put SCP-2000 in danger which is a risk we aren't willing to take. Given current projections we can wait the crisis out and then start reconstruction. Al Fine: There is no waiting it out. If you hide away in your bunkers humanity will die! O5-10: We've already strayed far too much of course. What is there left to save? Even if we pull through and rebuild from scratch all our history and culture will be gone. Al Fine: It is already gone. You can't turn back the clock. O5-10: We'll see. I hope we can count on you when we start the reconstruction. Pentagram has already agreed to return the US to its former state. Al Fine: I will not let it come to that. If the GOC is the only one looking forward then we must win alone. (DC al Fine leaves.) <End Log> November 1976 Efforts to contain SCP-7676 were abandoned as Foundation forces retreated. The GOC was given advance notice and was able to terminate the anomaly with heavy losses. December 1976 During an attempt to save a shelter, multiple GOC units succumbed to the effects of SCP-2316 resulting in the loss of the shelter. August 1976 Among other experiments, a test-high school was run by the Foundation. As expected anomalous occurrences in the high school environment had returned to a pre-1976 level. As such, Procedure Lazarus-01 was given the go-ahead. August 1976 After its completion PANOPTICON and PERIMETER, the latter with GOC co-approval, were used to scan for any appearance of the Syncope Symphony without success. (Note: Reports of NIGHTWATCH were investigated by the Temporal Anomalies Department independently.) August 1976 After its completion, the school outgrowth in the tropical rainforest was removed via orbital laser. August 1976 Agents of the Temporal Anomalies Department were utilized to confirm the accuracy of reconstruction. American High Schools were able to mirror the climate of 1975 High Schools with 80% accuracy. O5 Council Meeting Transcript <Begin Log> O5-10: What I'm proposing is a 5-year extension of the reconstruction period. If we continue using Delta-T in this window we can achieve nearly 100% accuracy of 1975 culture. O5-2: You know we can't grant that. O5-6: Everything has been aligned for the deadline of January in two years. This supposed 20% accuracy increase isn't worth the rescheduling. O5-10: Supposed? O5-6: Reality often disappoints when it comes to achieving perfection. Be happy we got to 80%. O5-10: Alright. ENUI-5 will be released as scheduled and be the endpoint of Procedure Lazarus-01. O5-11: On that note, is there any chance we can get our hands on 2000's amnestic regiment? O5-10: No. Releasing any of the 2000-specific technology opens Lazarus up for sabotage. O5-11: Staying with the eel it is then. O5-10: Besides, the entire point is that everything after 2000 usage goes back to before. O5-6: It's a bit late for that. Just look at our Orbital Lasers. Or PANOPTICON. O5-4: Or Eurtec. O5-10: Some of the Free Ports growing out of control is an issue. Is there no chance we can bring them back to Lazarus? O5-4: Not unless you want war with the GOC. They fought for humanity's survival, and they will keep it, if just in their little corners hidden from the world. O5-2: I concur. So close to the restart, it may be good to take our focus back to how we'll make it through the coming years instead of years long past. O5-10: I can see the sentiment. There is however one last experiment I'd like to put up for consideration before we officially restart history. <End Log> August 1976 Pentagram reinstates the US government with the most notable changes to the prior version being more legislation for Free Ports and a significant budget increase for both Pentagram and the UIU. History is resumed and high schools start the next school year. September 1976 Efforts failed to get concrete data on the evolution of high school/secondary school systems in Free Ports like Eurtec or Backdoor Soho that do not or do not fully comply with Protocol 2000-Retcon. To: Maria Jones From: O5-10 Subject: Re:SCP-7423 Slot Trouble Apologies for the late reply. I've sorted the files you sent me. There were a few there that don't belong here. I will have to take a deeper look at some point to confirm the accuracy of the described events. This should suffice for now to solve the slot problem. I have also created a direct file for SCP-7423 so no one else will mess with the slot. It and all the secondary files are to be restricted to exclusive Archivist Clearance. ~ O5-10 Item #: SCP-7423 Special Containment Procedures: As the SCP-7423 project is completed it requires no further Containment. SCP-7423-1 is to be contained per the Containment Procedures of SCP-1423. Description: SCP-7423 was part of a Foundation run experiment to test the success of recreating the American culture following the activation of SCP-2000. SCP-7423 specifically focused on reproducing the anomalous events in Kirk Lonwood High School in May of the original 1976 AD. This event was chosen as a plethora of anomalies with unknown origin centred on the final class of High School and the music shop Syncope Symphony appeared in the original 1976 and the following years of the ADK-Class "Anomalous Destabilization" Scenario. While the exact events could not be reproduced, the experiment resulted in the creation of SCP-7423-1, since designated SCP-1423. SCP-7423 was therefore tentatively deemed a success. SCP-7423-1 is a polaroid photograph that when held by a human subject will enhance memories of the subject's last high school summer vacation to the point of bypassing amnestic treatment. The back of SCP-7423-1 shows the written message "We've had a great year, haven't we?" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7423" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7423. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7424 | safe | close Info X SCP-7424: ANTI-WEEDINATOR Author: JorgeMtzb Special Thanks to: GlassAutomaton, Zoobeeny, Dr Blackbox, Dr Vikki Lost, Rigen, Tsercele and Glossy-lane542 for critting this article JorgeMtzb My first attempt at a GAW draft! Hope you enjoy. Item#: 7424 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo and stay in drugs Don't do school kids SCP-7424 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7424 is to be stored in a standard containment locker at Site-18. Access to SCP-7424 is restricted to Level 2 personnel and above. Cannabis products are strictly prohibited on the containment floor. Description: SCP-7424 is a blue gardening spade measuring 20 centimeters in length with a wooden handle and a metal blade. The words "WEED-B-GONE" are written with a black permanent marker on the left side of the handle. SCP-7424's anomalous properties activate when brought within a 10-meter proximity to any tissue, materials, or combustion byproducts derived from plants of the genus Cannabis (commonly known as marijuana). These properties also encompass any items associated with the recreational use of marijuana as a psychoactive drug. Upon activation, SCP-7424's blade exerts a gravitational force on these materials, attracting them and subsequently absorbing them into itself. No trace of the absorbed objects have ever been found. Afterwards, SCP-7424 proceeds to launch itself at a velocity of approximately 30 meters per second towards any individual(s) who last made use of the aforementioned items, often resulting in serious injury. In case no such individual is present within its 10-meter activation radius, the anomaly will target the next individual to enter its effective range. Addendum: SCP-7424 came to the Foundation's attention following a series of disruptive events at a marijuana dispensary in Denver, Colorado, USA. Local authorities reported that an individual identified as Reece Stoneman had entered the establishment wielding SCP-7424. Individuals involved in the incident were hospitalized and amnesticized. After further investigation, the following online chat logs have been recovered: +See: SCP-7424 - Recovered Materials Log Access Granted EmptySausage 12:01 Guys. I brought an offering. The Reezer 12:01 Hey there fellow gamers! I'm new here. Mr. Found 12:02 Hey! mrwhitesphere 12:02 heya how are you N.Y. Booze 12:02 hi dipshit hi dipshit hi dipshit DullSilver 12:03 how's it going newbie BannedAlsoBTW 12:03 Wadaosjdoaijsdoiasjd TheReezer 12:05 I'm good, thanks! N.Y Booze 12:05 Hi dipshit Hi dipshit EmptySausage 12:06 Adopt the new guy yall treat him well BannedAlsoBtw 12:07 @EmptySausage. Poor choice of words, I'll feed him cat food. mrwhitesphere 12:07 Really? You kiddin me? Shame. He's gotta get scraps, not cat food. Everyone knows that. BannedAlsoBtw 12:08 true true my bad N.Y. Booze 12:09 You've been B O O Z E D EmptySausage 12:07 Booze stop B O O Z I N G people. N.Y. Booze 12:09 Booze is my name B O O Z I N G is my game if you can't handle the Booze you get B O O Z E D. TheReezer 12:09 Well, what's the first order of business? N.Y Booze 12:09 Crime TheReezer 12:10 hahah DullSilver 12:12 You could tell us a bit about yourself and your interest in the cause TheReezer 12:09 Well, Im an avid gamer and I despise weed. Seems pretty self-explanatory. mrwhitesphere 12:14 YEAAAAHHH FUCK WEED BannedAlsoBtw 12:14 I wouldn't do that, sounds painful. mrwhitesphere 12:14 wut BannedAlsoBtw 12:15 I said, I WOULDN'T DO THAT, IT SOUNDS PAINFUL mrwhitesphere 12:16 Does your mom sound less painful? BannedAlsoBtw 12:16 Less painful than looking at yours. mrwhitesphere 12:16 Shut up nerd. TheReezer 12:17 Hahah But uhhh Yeah I've actually been developing a little thing. Well, it's actually kinda big if. If I do say so myself. EmptySausage 12:17 @BannedAlsoBtw. Don't say it. BannedAlsoBtw 12:17 That's what she said. EmptySausage 12:18 I will smack you with the fridge again. BannedAlsoBtw 12:19 EmptySausage 12:20 That's it! *kicks your balls* BannedAlsoBtw 12:20 I've got more balls than you ever will. EmptySausage 12:21 Sorry about that lol. please continue. What is this big thing you want to speak about? TheReezer 12:21 Well it's something a lil… let's say supernatural. BannedAlsoBtw 12:21 What is it? N.Y Booze 12:21 GET B O O- I'm listening. DullSilver 12:22 Starting strong are we? TheReezer 12:22 Yeah! I'm actually pretty excited to show ya'll. Just fair warning it's my ever first ever uhhh. mrwhitesphere 12:23 spooky thing TheReezer 12:23 Yes. It's my first ever spooky thing so I'm not precisely… good at it. I have no idea what I'm doing to be frank. EmptySausage 12:23 It's fine lol, we all started somewhere no? mrwhitesphere 12:24 Not me, I've always been a god among men. Mr. Found 12:24 Yeah, yeah, just show us the weird magic shit already. TheReezer 12:26 Here's a pic mrwhitesphere 12:26 a shovel DullSilver 12:26 do you live in a white void?? Mr. Found 12:26 that looks more like a spade mrwhitesphere 12:26 what's even the difference? Mr. Found 12:27 "A shovel typically has a curved blade and is used for digging. On the other hand, a spade has a flat blade and is used for cutting and removing soil." BannedAlsoBtw 12:27 EmptySausage 12:28 What about the shovel? Mr. Found 12:28 Spade* TheReezer 12:30 It's called the "Weed-B-Gone" cuz you know "weed" is like a double entendre. Cuz gardeening has weeds and cuz you know "Gamers Against Weeds" Mr. Found 12:30 We get it, we get it. TheReezer 12:30 I made it so that it absorbs all the weed around it. It'll siphon out smoke from the air and grab blunts and stuff like that. DullSilver 12:30 Yoo that's awesome. I could use something like that. So how do you get it back? TheReezer 12:30 What you mean? DullSilver 12:30 How you get the weed, I don't see like a hole or nothin TheReezer 12:31 What? BannedAlsoBtw 12:31 They said: "HOW DO YOU GET THE WEED, I DON'T SEE LIKE A HOLE OR NOTHIN" TheReezer 12:32 Well, you don't. It gets rid of the weed. After it detects who was responsible for it, It hits them in the head. Not too hard, just like a lil boop, I made sure of that. DullSilver 12:32 In all seriousness like what does it actually do tho. Or is it literally just a normal shovel. I mean if you didn't actually make full-on spooky shit just for the bit that's fair, I don't think anyone can blame you. Mr. Found 12:33 SPADE* DullSilver 12:33 whatever TheReezer 12:32 What bit? DullSilver 12:33 this was funny at first but you dragged it out for wayyy too long mrwhitesphere 12:33 Wait, yall don't think they're serious, do yall? EmptySausage 12:34 What? Nahhh mrwhitesphere 12:34 @EmptySausage. Did you remember to say the name was ironic when you invited them EmptySausage 12:34 Of course I did, I always do mrwhitesphere 12:35 Check EmptySausage 12:37 Shit. TheReezer 12:38 …Ironic? mrwhitesphere 12:38 Yeah GAW is supposed to be ironic. We don't actually fight against weed. Emptysausage 12:39 We're just making fun of overly self-righteous groups. The whole "Gamers Against Weed" thing is a parody. TheReezer 12:38 You- you're kidding right? BannedAlsoBtw 12:38 wait shit they were fr fr this whole time? DullSilver 12:39 They appear to have been TheReezer 12:39 I really thought we were against weed! How can this be a joke? Ya'll are just fucking with me right? Please tell me ya'll are. N.Y. Booze 12:40 Yeah, but that's besides the point TheReezer 12:40 Oh, you know what? FUCK. YALL. DullSilver 12:45 ouch! harsh EmptySausage 12:45 woahh N.Y Booze 12:46 lol TheReezer 12:44 Yeah, I said it, go fuck yourselves EmptySausage 12:40 let's calm down for a second. It's all in good fun. TheReezer 12:41 Good fun!? You have no idea how much time I've invested in this! The "Anti-Weedinator" is a marvel of weed eradication technology! DullSilver 12:41 I thought it was called the Weed-B-Gone TheReezer 12:42 I CHANGED MY MIND OKAY? Is that a fucking crime!? N.Y Booze 12:42 DID SOMEBODY SAY CRIME? EmptySausage 12:43 not now booze N.Y Booze 12:44 awww TheReezer 12:47 Now if you excuse me, I'm outta here. Reece stoneman is leaving this hellhole with the rest of his dignitity. And I'm taking my shovel with me. BannedAlsoBtw 12:48 wait. your last name is fucking STONEMAN!!?? TheReezer 12:48 IT'S GERMAN EmptySausage 12:50 I don't think that's german… aaand they're gone. 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SCP-7425 | safe | Guaire You can find more of my articles here. Item #: SCP-7425 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7425 cannot be transported wholly to any given Foundation facility given its large size. As a result containment efforts are focused on preventing civilian and scientific access to the area where the anomaly lies. Material from SCP-7425 should be shipped regularly towards Research Site-45, stocks are to be kept at near-maximum capacity. Description: SCP-7425 was a Large Scale Aggressor resembling a decapodal crustacean. SCP-7425 is believed to have originally stood at 130 meters in height and 500 meters in length, reaching an approximate mass of five thousand metric tons, though its current state makes estimation unable to be verified. It is believed SCP-7425 has extradimensional origins, from an alternate reality, or portion of reality, where a different set of physical laws allowed it to reach its gigantic size. SCP-7425 manifested into baseline reality in the 3rd of November 1954 on the Kerguelen Oceanic Plateau. Prior to its appearance, ontokinetic fluctuations had warned Foundation systems of baseline reality becoming unstable in the area, prompting the dispatchment of a Research Task Force, which went on to record the arrival of SCP-7425, and the events following it. Immediately after its manifestation into baseline reality, SCP-7425 began moving east, in direction towards Australia. A few seconds following the start of its movement it stopped, presumably having spent all the energy on its body in these few initial movements. At the same time this took place, cellular metabolism from SCP-7425’s interior began to drastically increase its internal temperature, becoming hot enough for the surrounding water to noticeably warm, and steam beginning to originate around the anomaly’s body. Roughly 4 seconds following SCP-7425's initial appearance, its appendages began to falter as a result of both oceanic pressure and the anomaly’s mass. Its body unable to support its own weight, SCP-7425 fell onto the seafloor, greatly damaging both it and the anomaly. The burden of SCP-7425’s meat was likewise too heavy, flattening its internal organs, most notably the heart and gills. While SCP-7425’s shell was thick enough to resist all initial internal and external pressures, that was not the case with the remaining limbs, which cracked, letting the boiling-hot seawater enter the anomaly’s open wounds and bloodstream. Finally around the 10 seconds mark, the anomaly’s internal temperature reached a temperature such that it exploded, scattering large portions of biological matter throughout the entirety of the Kerguelen Plateau. SCP-7425 lost roughly 65% of its biomass in this event. Prior to this final incident, personnel of the Research Task Force stationed in the area had reported hearing the anomaly “screaming in pain”. This was likely a result of highly pressurized steam creaking out of SCP-7425’s interior at high speed, and should not under any circumstance be interpreted as the anomaly being in possession of advanced cognition and emotions. The exact conditions that led to the appearance of SCP-7425 became the result of Foundation research the years following the initial event. Many important advancements in inter-dimensional technology are taking place as a result. A method believed to be able to replicate the circumstances that led to SCP-7425 manifestation has recently been discovered. It is expected that Foundation facilities’s seafood budget will lower significantly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7425" by Guaire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7425. Licensed under CC-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-7426 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION As the status of the majority of Foundation sites are currently unknown, the following document has been authored by Alexandra.aic. Item#: 7426 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7426 is uncontainable, efforts are currently centered around finding survivors. Any AIAD systems located in any semi-operable Foundation sites have deployed reconnaissance vehicles and drones to scour the Earth for any traces of survivors and gather supplies for them. Self-automated construction vehicles which have not been destroyed during SCP-7426 have also been deployed to rebuild their sites for shelter. Description: SCP-7426 refers to an event which occurred on 19/05/2022 where all gravitational force on Earth ceased for approximately five seconds. Due to the lack of gravitational force pulling them down, all masses on Earth were immediately displaced by its rotational speed. This includes the significant loss of Earth’s atmosphere and important binding agents within it, leading to all concrete structures and buildings collapsing almost instantaneously. Following SCP-7426, all items displaced by the anomaly began falling back to Earth, resulting in the majority of living things not yet killed during the event expiring on impact. Any survivors following the initial impact were either crushed by falling debris or killed via major natural disasters. As of the time of writing, it is currently unknown whether or not there are any survivors following SCP-7426 as all major communication networks have also been disrupted by the event. Aside from finding survivors, efforts to discover the cause of SCP-7426 are currently underway. Addendum 7426.1: Several flight and communication logs of an SCP Foundation spacecraft were retrieved from the remnants of The National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA)’s mission control building. The following logs have been gathered and compiled into the following Auto-Transcription Log. Auto-Transcription Log 7426.1: [BEGIN LOG] <13:12:06:> Supply Ship Ramina V launches from Kennedy Space Center to the International Space Station (ISS). <13:20:56:> Ramina V reaches orbit and begins its route towards the ISS. <13:22:10:> The SCP Foundation receives several emergency transmissions from NASA about a gargantuan spatial anomaly approaching the Solar System. Despite this, as rough estimates and observations show this anomaly keeping its distance from Earth, it has been deemed to not be a threat. <13:22:33:> The SCP Foundation receives a report of a sudden increase in speed from the anomaly, with calculations estimating that it was on a collision course with Earth. <13:22:35:> The anomaly nears the solar system. Events similar to SCP-7426 reportedly occur on planets within it. <13:22:37:> SCP-7426 occurs. [END LOG] The following still was also taken from surveillance cameras onboard the ISS. Show Image? Hide Image? . . . Receiving… . . . Receiving… . . . Receiving… . . . Transmission successfully received. . . . Transcribing… Addendum 7426.2: The following radio transmission was received by all functional SCP Foundation sites two days after SCP-7426 occurred. AUDIO LOG 7426.1: [BEGIN LOG] [Radio static for fifteen seconds.] <panicked> …Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? [Radio static for thirty seconds. Mumbling can be heard, but it is undecipherable.] [Silence for thirty seconds.] <desperate> Hello? Is there anyone left? [The voice softens as the speaker moves away from the microphone.] I didn't think this would happen- I just wanted to help- [Silence for fifteen seconds. A small sniff is heard.] I'm sorry… I'm, so, so, sorry. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7426" by Eeveellector, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7426. Licensed under CC-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: awhellnaw Author: Eeveellector License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: Uses images from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:STS115_Atlantis_undock_ISS_edit2.jpg (NASA, Public Domain) and https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Eye_iris.jpg (Petr Novák, Wikipedia, CC-BY-SA-2.5) Filename: mold Author: Eeveellector License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: N/A |
SCP-7427 | keter | The night wind howls around you, whipped into a blinding flurry of snow as you speed down the hillside. The surrounding tundra, bathed in pillowy white, sheds soft reams of pearls that drift up and into the air in the wake of your snowmobile. The quiet valley below shimmers, resplendent with the light of the moon. You could almost stop and take a moment to revel in its beauty. But you can't stop. To stop now would be to die. Already the cold has wormed its way in, into your fingers, your toes, your teeth; threatening with each passing second to creep further, until nothing more can be felt. You will your hands — trusting them to respond despite the alien lack of sensation — to tighten their grip on the handlebars. You set your sights on the facility ahead. A towering, brutalist facility. The only human structure for hundreds of miles: Exclusionary Site-16. The site juts unevenly from the plains where it was constructed. A sore in the Earth. Para-technology and forbidden magicks brought together in a marvel of an emergency shelter. A shelter built not for mankind, but for information. It was designed to withstand the ravages of time and resist alterations to reality itself. A bulwark against falsehoods, its annals contain not only the complete records of the Foundation, but of humanity as a whole. The ground beneath you transitions from rough terrain to the smooth conformity of tarmac — a disused airstrip blanketed with fresh snow. Hopefully the skeleton crew that maintains the site were able to quarantine themselves within the stronghold. Hopefully. Proximity lights activate as you approach the entrance and kill the engine. At one time you may have found the tall steel doors to be imposing, but at this point they're a welcome sight. A keycard reader beside the door accepts your credentials: Records and Information Security Administration; Level-5 access. You take refuge in the unlit entryway, stepping around the front desk and into the hall beyond. All is quiet. A cursory look into several rooms reveals no sign of recent activity. No sign of survivors. You take a moment to retrieve a small inhaler from your rucksack, fasten it to a respirator, and press it to your face. A purplish, minty haze sprays from the device and fills the translucent mask. You breathe the Class W mnestics in deeply. The clarity it brings fortifies your mind. The elevator is functional. You board it and press the lowest button. You've several minutes of descent here — records of Foundation affairs are contained at the lowest levels of the facility. In the stillness of the elevator, under the influence of powerful mnestics, an SCP file is called to the forefront of your mind, as clear in your recollection as if it was right in front of you. DATA LOST Item Number: SCP-7427 Special Containment Procedures: As of this writing, it is impossible to determine the number of survivors outside the employment of the Foundation; search and rescue operations for this purpose have been suspended. Due to the nature of SCP-7427's effects, all personnel are to self-isolate. Personnel and teams with experience in the containment of meteorological, counter-conceptual, antimemetic, and infohazardous anomalies are to pursue research into SCP-7427 with the goal of neutralizing or reversing its effects. Remaining personnel are to focus purely on survival. Personnel expecting to come into contact with SCP-7427, be it for testing purposes or egress through the anomaly, are advised to dose themselves with mnestics of Class-Q or above. Update: RAISA-Level 5 clearance has been granted to all personnel. Survivors with the capability to do so are instructed to travel to Exclusionary Sites 16, 38, and 47 to rediscover files associated with SCP-7427's emergence. The contents of these files are integral to the Mission Objective, and must be relayed to personnel at Site-41. Description: SCP-7427 refers to an anomalous meteorological phenomenon currently encompassing the entirety of the Earth. Presenting physically as a blizzard that persists despite the lack of supporting weather systems, SCP-7427 is responsible for a worldwide reduction in average temperature by -8°C, and the disruption of various ecosystems. It is estimated that over 120,000 genera have been brought to extinction as a direct result of SCP-7427. While airborne and in motion, individual crystals of SCP-7427 have been found to become selectively immaterial. While visible, the crystals may fall or be blown through persons and structures. The precipitation and gales of SCP-7427 exhibit additional effects that are deleterious to the conventional ontology. These effects consist of, but are not limited to: Loss of persons Those who are isolated will become susceptible to spontaneous cessation of existence. This effect extends to subjects who are separated while still in close physical proximity, even when simply breaking line of sight. While typically occurring outdoors, exposure to SCP-7427 precipitation is not required — as evidenced by the systematic loss of all ISS crew members across seven weeks. Loss of loci High-volume locations, such as densely populated cities and buildings housing over 100 persons, have wholly ceased to exist, reduced to particulate form through erosion by SCP-7427's winds and dispersed into the atmosphere. Monuments, culturally-significant architecture, and gravesites are also affected in this manner. While many man-made structures remain standing, they are typically unpopulated and culturally insignificant. The exceptions to the population threshold are Foundation Site-41, headquarters of the Antimemetics Division; Site-87, whose personnel boast an average Cognitohazard Resistance Value of 18.5; and Facility-Q13, the leading producer of mnestics. Loss of information SCP-7427's emergence coincided with the loss of countless files in the Foundation databases and physical stores. This effect extends to all media, including video, audio, and printed works. This loss manifests as complete and irreversible erasure, as if the information were never recorded: hard drives are wiped, books become blank, vinyl records lose their grooves, and so forth. Through cross-referencing remaining data stores, testimonies of RAISA personnel, and Artificially Intelligent Conscipt records, it was found that in the hours leading up to SCP-7427's emergence, three SCP files in particular were flagged for the retroactive nonexistence of essential components: SCP-087 A preternaturally dark stairwell within a school campus that descends indefinitely. It is inhabited both by a malevolent force represented by a featureless white face, as well as the audible crying of a small child. The affected file is Document #087-IV, the last of four recorded D-Class explorations into the stairwell. SCP-783 A predatory entity that emerges every dozen years in the small English hamlet of Temby, trapping lone citizens indoors overnight to stalk and mutilate them. A mass grave of its victims found buried beneath the town, serves as a gateway into a spatially anomalous replica of the area. The affected document is SCP-783-L3, a transcript detailing Dr. Lafayette's expedition into the replica of Temby. SCP-610 A contagious, mutagenic skin virus affecting a large region in Southern Siberia, responsible for the infection, mutation, and death of all extant life forms in its radius. Affected organisms are universally hostile to all life, and seek to propagate and spread SCP-610 further. The affected document is SCP-610-L6: video footage depicting the investigation into SCP-610's source point, filmed from the perspective of assault team members separated during an altercation with the infected. You learn a lot about reading between the lines in my profession. Not literally, of course, but in the sense that when the very nature of what you study actively resists perception, defying understanding of what Is and Is Not, one has to be able to think sideways. That last part can actually be literal. It is an impossible task to describe that which is ineffable, but one can conceive an outline around it if only one looks from the proper angle. Alongside the Department of Analytics, our team has been studying affected zones, persons, information, and events affected by SCP-7427. We have concluded that secondary SCP-7427 effects do not trigger indiscriminately. Through investigating gaps in the historical record, reviewing census data, and compiling satellite footage of impacted zones, a rough outline of SCP-7427-affected concepts has been constructed. There is a pattern. It seems to pick and choose, flowing from one person to a family member or associate, flitting from a shared experience and targeting a historical event, using that as a platform to eliminate a geographic location. The selective nature mimics the hunting patterns of typical infovores. We've bested those before. SCP-7427 may seem insurmountable, but what it gains through omnipresence it loses in precision: regardless of what SCP-7427 eliminates, it is not thorough enough to affect memory. If it did, this file wouldn't exist. We wouldn't even die screaming, we'd die never knowing anything had gone wrong at all. It's about damn time an anomaly's incompatibility with the human mind worked in our favor. Perception defines reality. That's our ace in the hole. SCP-7427 hasn't been able to affect personnel on mnestic regimens because of their heightened ability to define themselves as conscious observers; concrete webs of memories and experiences forming a lattice of identity. An unassailable internal narrative. We're close to picking apart exactly what makes SCP-7427 tick, but we need to pin down its source. If we can determine the concepts it modeled itself on, we'll be able to engineer a counter meme, and we can finally shut the book on this whole damn mess. Clear skies lay ahead. Doctor Cynthia Sommer Senior Researcher - Antimemetics Division The soft ding! of the elevator breaks your concentration. You arrive in a dank, poorly-lit antechamber. A single door stands across from you, ajar. A steel plate affixed to the wall beside it reads "Files: SCP-002 - SCP-999". Crossing the threshold, you are struck by the musty aroma of old paper and moisture-regulated air. The files in here represent the oldest in the Foundation's annals, long predating the era digitization and advent of SCiPNET. Thankfully, if you've been in in one Foundation archive, you've been in them all. You make a beeline for the back of the room, brushing aside the occasional cobweb and as you dart past countless floor-to-ceiling cabinets. There is only one file you need to find — one file that may be the linchpin to ending the storm. The cabinets lining the back wall contain files for SCPs 002 through 099. You roll a ladder over to the drawer marked "080-089", pull it out by at least a solid yard, and start rifling through. Genome sequencing of SCP-081, the transcript of a play authored by SCP-082, interviews with Cassie… Near the very back of the drawer, you finally find it — SCP-087 and its associated files. The first few are mundane: the criminal history of the D-Class used in experimentation, amnestization records for civilians, and expenditure reports. A hand-typed copy of the SCP file itself lies at the end of the stack. Appended to it are exploration logs I, II, III… and there, exactly where it should be: the final log. You turn the page to Document #087-IV, and begin to read. Document #087-IV Document #087-IV: Exploration IV D-7219 is a 26-year-old male with an athletic build. Subject has several years of experience as a volunteer professional with Yosemite Park's Wilderness Search and Rescue Team. D-7219 is provided with a rescue harness, an extra lamp, emergency flares, and provisions to sustain a daylong excursion. The descent is broadcast to Control using a hands-free sousveillance apparatus. The audiovisual feed opens from the perspective of D-7219 as the door is closed behind him, the metallic din reverberating off the aged concrete walls of the stairwell. The entrance landing is illuminated by a fixture beside the door. It is the sole source of light built into SCP-087. D-7219 approaches the stairs, placing a hand on the black metal railing. The fixture by the door is unable to illuminate beyond the first step, its radius of light terminating sharply into impenetrable darkness. D-7219 extends his free hand beyond the illuminated area and watches as it seemingly vanishes into the void, completely imperceptible past the wrist. D-7219: [whistles] Right, so y'all aren't paying me enough for this shit. Dr. ██████: D-7219, are you prepared to make your descent? D-7219 looks over the railing into the void of the stairwell. There is a harsh scraping noise, and the video feed is momentarily obscured by the brilliant light of a flare. He drops it, watching as its orbit of light is quickly absorbed into the darkness as it falls, failing to illuminate even the flight immediately below. D-7219: [ignoring Control] Do you offer profit sharing? I'll need to see your plans for vision and dental, especially dental. These pearly whites aren't exact— Dr. ██████: D-7219! Are you prepared to make your descent? D-7219: Yeah, yeah. Just making… light of it. With this, D-7219 activates his head-lamp, chuckling to himself. The darkness recedes. Roughly half of the flight ahead can be seen. The first few steps are taken cautiously, with D-7219 glancing down with each foot placement, hand still guiding him down the railing. As the second-floor landing comes into view, he quickens his pace, letting go of the railing and bounding down the last few steps. The stairwell echoes with every footfall. D-7219: Alright, not too bad. I half thought it would keep going in one direction, and all I could imagine was how much it would suck to trip and tumble down infinite stairs. Dr. ██████: Noted. Please continue. D-7219 begins descending to the third floor. Halfway down, he stops suddenly. He looks over the railing to stare into the darkness below. D-7219: Christ. You hearing this? [shouting] Hello? Hey! Hey, are you hurt? D-7219: [to Control] I'm hearing a kid down there. Don't seem to be responding. Is that our rescue? Dr. ██████: What you're hearing is consistent with previous subjects' experiences. Please continue. D-7219: "Consistent with previous subjects", right. Can I talk to a real person? D-7219 reaches the third-floor landing. At this point, the audio picks up the sound of a crying child emanating from the depths. D-7219: Anyways, the kid doesn't sound like they're too far down. How deep did you guys say this was? Dr. ██████ does not respond. As the camera feed steadily sways with D-7219's movement, a pale white face, SCP-087-1, stands out stark in the darkness above. D-7219 passes without sighting it. D-7219: Hello? Dr. ██████: We, erm — sorry. That's yet to be determined. We're hoping you can help us answer that. Pace yourself, though. Document anything unusual. D-7219: Unusual? Oh geez, let me see… [shouting] It's dark as fuck, man! Dr. ██████: Please focus. D-7219: Heh. You're smiling right now, aren't ya? I hear it in your voice. C'mon! Admit it! Receiving no response, D-7219 continues the descent, grumbling inaudibly. Over the next fifteen minutes, D-7219 stops at the 51st landing to note damage to the surrounding stairs and walls — consistent with previous explorations. He stops again at the meter-wide hole at the 89th landing, first documented in Exploration III. From here, he continues silently until the 96th landing. D-7219: So, do we know who the kid is? Dr. ██████: You have a rescue harness because there's a possibility a lost child is down there, but we cannot be certain of it at this time. D-7219: Oh, so like… it could be a recording? Or something that sounds like a child? It's like, what… mimesis? Dr. ██████: The latter is within the realm of possibility. We've analyzed the footage, and there's far too much deviation in verbiage and tone for it to simply be a looped recording. And I think the word you're looking for is 'mimetic'. D-7219: Huh? D-7219 passes the 97th landing, now taking each flight at a brisk pace. Dr. ██████: Same root, "mimos". "Mimetic" is typically used in a biological sense. "Mimesis", though it can be used interchangeably, is more to do with artistic representation. The imitation of life and nature through mediums such as paint or poetry. D-7219 pauses to peer over the railing and into the void space of the stairwell. D-7219: Okay, pal… Doc? Sir? Let me hold onto the hope it is "mimesis", eh? Much rather find a… a painting down there than a Something pretending to be a person. Sounds harmless. Dr. ██████: In a bodily sense, yes, but mimesis wasn't seen as entirely harmless. Plato, for example, opined that the arts were incapable of imparting truth. A falsification of reality. He saw it as something capable of leading to immorality; an indulgence of passion. D-7219 quickens his pace, jumping the last two stairs leading to the 102nd-floor landing. D-7219: You know, I woulda asked you about art theory thirty floors ago if I knew that's what it took to open you up. Ever thought about teaching? Dr. ██████: Never. My employer offers unrivaled vision and dental. D-7219: Ha! Seems you've got a sense of humor after a— The grating screech of rending metal dominates the audio feed. The camera jerks wildly as D-7219 looks about in a panic, swearing. Dr. ██████: D-7219, report! Are you all right? D-7219: Y-yeah. I'm fine. I think it came from somewhere down below me. I'm just… D-7219 approaches the next flight. D-7219: …just a little spooked, is all. Dr. ██████: Understandable. Now, if you please… D-7219: Right. [sighs] Back to business. D-7219 returns to descending at a modest pace. Beyond his steady breathing and the ever-present pleading voice, there is silence for the next ten minutes. A newly-discovered deviation is noted on the 163rd floor. In a hushed whisper, he addresses Control. D-7219: Hey… Hey, you seein' this? D-7219 has frozen in place. Before him is a series of glinting points in the darkness of the flight below, reflecting the light of his torch despite their occlusion in the dark of SCP-087. D-7219's gaze remains fixed as he slowly advances, glancing away momentarily to check his footing. He leads with his left foot in a side step, body half-turned, prepared to run. Down another step. Several jet-black protrusions come slowly into view. Ragged, sharp metallic points that glisten in the approaching light. Another step. The length of the protrusions can be made out as the 163rd-floor landing comes into view. The metal railing on either side of the stairwell has been violently twisted and bent. Some sections have been split along their length, others are torn clean from the concrete, leaving cracks along the walls and edge of the stairs. The longest sections twist and extrude well into D-7219's path, jagged ends turned toward him. Dr. ██████: Are you able to proceed? D-7219 carefully approaches, glancing in all directions. Gingerly, he sidesteps, stooping below and between mangled portions of the railing; the camera angle shifts with his contortions. It is as he takes a wide step over an obstruction, with his body half-turned, that footage shows a bright white point on the stairway above. Coming to a stop, he focuses on it. SCP-087-1 stares back at D-7219. Its eyes are closed. Its mouthless visage lies expressionless. Unmoving. D-7219: Doctor? Tell me what the fuck I'm looking at. ██████? Slowly, SCP-087-1 advances. Though it is not known to possess a body, the face moves at a staggard pace. It quivers, then pauses, before quivering again, as if it is ambulating down towards D-7219 one deliberate step at a time. D-7219 begins hyperventilating, doubling his pace. D-7219: Fuck, fuck fuck! Dr. ██████: D-7219! Remain calm and withdraw! D-7219: What the shit do you think I'm— There is a sound of tearing fabric, D-7219 hisses in pain but does not slow in his retreat. D-7219: —fucking doing? SCP-087-1 shuffles closer, its face moving easily past the gnarled railing. The darkness appears to move with it, with the illumination provided by D-7219's torch becoming less effective the closer the face approaches. Backing away, D-7219 looks over his shoulder — he is almost clear of the obstruction. He turns back. Five stairs between him and SCP-087-1 remain illuminated. Then four. D-7219 guides himself around another sharpened prong. Three stairs. D-7219's breathing becomes more labored. He whispers an expletive. Two stairs. One. It pauses. Suddenly, SCP-087-1 jerks forward. D-7219 recoils rapidly. There is a squelching noise and he bellows in anguish. With SCP-087-1's proximity, the environment is shrouded entirely in darkness. Only the top half of SCP-087-1 remains visible. Its eyes open. Pale orbs dominated by sclera, with no visible pupils, stare into the camera as D-7219 screams. SCP-087-1 vanishes. The illuminated area returns to its standard radius. In the tangled mess of railing ahead, a tattered bit of fabric clings to one of the lower protrusions. It is stained with blood. Dr. ██████: I— y-y-you… D-7219? Are… are you… D-7219 groans, tilting his head slightly. From the bottom-right corner of the feed, a sharpened, thin bit of railing can be seen, glistening red. D-7219: Yeah, I— [grunts] Fucking… shoulder [groans] Clean thro… [growls] An audible suckling noise can be heard as D-7219 wrests himself from the railing. He collapses on the 164th landing and begins rustling through his equipment, extracting gauze and medical tape. He is still breathing heavily but is beginning to calm down. D-7219: You guys… are going to have to… give me a minute. Audio is overcome by the scuffling of the mic as D-7219 removes his sousveillance equipment. For the next several minutes, the feed captures D-7219 as he removes his shirt. He is bleeding heavily from his right shoulder. Once again the video feed is saturated in maroon light as D-7219 readies a new flare. He cranes his neck to the side, his head held high and to the left. His face is contorted in a grimace. He brings the flare up and presses the lit end to the wound, growling through gritted teeth. He similarly cauterizes the entry wound and tosses the flare aside. He is cast in its glow as he dresses his shoulder wound, as well as a gash below his knee. After a moment, he readorns his shirt and retrieves the sousveillance equipment. D-7219: When the fuck were you planning on telling me I had company?! Dr. ██████: I— D-7219: What is it?! Dr. ██████: We don't know. D-7219: Bullshit. D-7219 approaches the stairs leading to the 164th-floor landing. D-7219: That's bullshit, and I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer. Dr. ██████: Listen to me: I promise, I'm just as in the dark as you are. If you'll forgive my phrasing. D-7219 bellows out a laugh that is immediately cut short with a pained groan. D-7219: For fuck's sake, don't make me laugh. Dr. ██████: All I can tell you is that we don't know what it is, what its intentions may be… if it's even sentient. It seems as if it is inimical to explorers. Its presence tends to unnerve and instill feelings of paranoia, but we've no clear record of it causing direct harm. I'm sorry I have nothing else. D-7219: Hmm… D-7219 reaches out towards the railing on his left, guiding himself as he descends. D-7219: Scooby-Doo. Dr. ██████: Excuse me? D-7219: You know, like the show. He's trying to scare me away. D-7219 rounds the 164th-floor landing. D-7219: And if he's trying to scare me away, there has to be something he's trying to scare me away from. Just has one goddamn scary mask, is all. Dr. ██████: I wouldn't be so nonchalant, but I think I see where you're coming from. D-7219: Right? D-7219 rounds the 166th-floor landing. D-7219: So, I figure, there has to be a bottom. There has to be a missing kid. D-7219 quickens his pace down the next two flights, sprinting with abandon. D-7219: There has to be an ending. An answer. Otherwise, what's the point? Dr. ██████: I'm relieved by your determination, and I hope we can find some answers too, but you may be assuming intent where there very well could be none. D-7219 pauses. D-7219: Oh, come off it. Someone doesn't go out of their way to make… all of this, just to leave it unfinished. D-7219 continues for the next two hours, alternating between bouts of rapid descent and a measured pace, only checking in with control to determine his depth and the time elapsed. He takes a twenty-minute break on the 387th landing before continuing for another hour and a half. He is approaching the lowest point recorded thus far: where contact was lost with D-9884 on the 633rd floor. He stops for another break, drinking from his canteen. The cries of the unknown child grow louder. D-7219: I have to be getting close. Control, how am I doing? Dr. ██████: Readings indicate you're at a depth of 2.4 kilometers beneath the entrance, 574 floors down. D-7219: How many Empire States is that? Dr. ██████: Uhm… seven, I think. As D-7219 takes a step down the next flight, SCP-087-1 comes into view. Given its placement and distance, it is waiting on the landing below. D-7219: Jesus. This son of a bitch again. [pause] Okay. I'm going to need your help. Got a plan. Dr. ██████: A plan? Now is not the time to try anything risky. D-7219 unsteadily waves his left hand in a wide, sweeping motion. D-7219: It's nothing too crazy, I'm just going to need you to be my eyes. Dr. ██████: Your eyes? His hand reaches out blindly until it comes into contact with the wall, sliding down its length until he discovers the railing. Shakily, he shuffles forward, feeling out the location of the first step. SCP-087-1 does not move from its position. D-7219: See, if all it can do is spook me when I see it, I figure I could just not look. He advances. With each step he takes, SCP-087-1 can be seen with more and more clarity, even as the lit area before D-7219 diminishes. Dr. ██████: D-7219? It might, uh, it maybe would be best to go back up a few flights. Maybe it will move somewhere else. As D-7219 draws closer, it does not seem SCP-087-1 is staring at him, but rather into the camera itself. Static flickers at the edge of the screen. A high-pitched, almost inaudible sound buzzes continually. Dr. ██████: T—t-take a break. D-7219: No. We're finishing this. Dr. ██████: Please. D-7219 can be heard speaking, but his speech is buried beneath a shrill din. The face in the darkness contorts. Its brow furrows and the contours of its face shift into an approximation of anger. It comes to fill the frame as D-7219 nears. The shrill din intensifies into a blaring, grating note. There is a sound of mic handling, and a dull thud as Dr. ██████ removes their earpiece, throwing it from their person. Onscreen, the picture splices into an unintelligible whorl of black and white as the camera seems to come into physical contact with SCP-087-1. In an instant, it is gone. The audiovisual anomalies cease. D-7219 has made it safely to the next landing, seemingly oblivious. In the control room, Dr. ██████ retrieves his earpiece. That can't be right. D-7219: —and I guess that's why I always had a problem with commitment. Dr. ██████: You can open your eyes now. The video pans as D-7219 looks around. Dr. ██████ looks about his surroundings as well. D-7219: You weren't even listening, were you? Here I am pouring my heart out 'cause I think I'm about to die, and you can't hear me out? Dr. ██████: That's beside the point. Congratulations on your plan working, I'm sorry about your experience, and thank you for confiding in me. Now, you need to focus on your objective. The camera jostles as D-7219 nods. He proceeds down the next flight. In the control room, Dr. ██████ leans forward in his seat, watching. He reaches up to adjust his glasses, and the lights around him begin to flicker. You shouldn't be witness to anything in the control room. That wouldn't have been included in this transcript. Dr. ██████: What's going on? ███, what happened to the lights? D-7219: What? Who? Dr. ██████: Sorry, it seems we have a technical issue on our end. Just keep going. [pause, muffled] Can someone tell me what the Hell is go— Dr. ██████ tears his gaze away from the video feed. Several workstations are scattered throughout the makeshift chamber. Some are intended to record backups of D-7219's exploration. Others track the subject's vitals and GPS position. All are unattended. D-7219: Doc? What's up, what's going on? Dr. ██████: My team— The facility lights malfunction, casting the room in near-darkness. Several monitors continue operation, but their displays are overtaken by a cascade of error messages. Each screen casts a sickly cone of light across the otherwise pitch-black room. Dr. ██████: Oh, God! D-7219: Doc? Doctor? Hey! Talk to me! The area illuminated by the computer monitors begins to recede. Though each remains operational, it is as if their light cannot escape the immediate surface of their screens, leaving each a single point of white in the black of the facility. One by one, each screen blinks out in turn, until nothing further can be seen. The pleading voice of a crying child can be heard. Dr. ██████: It's here. D-7219: What does that mean? What do you mean it's there? Dr. ██████: The darkness— everything. It's here. SCP-087 is among the oldest files declassified to new recruits. Something everyone has heard of. You know for a fact it never broke containment. You flip to the first page to confirm that you are in fact reading the right file. Document #087-IV. As it should be. Turning back to where you left off, you become aware of how many pages are still left. Were there that many to begin with? D-7219: What th— Okay, doc, listen up. You're going to be okay, alright? Do you have a light source on you? Dr. ██████ whimpers. There is a cascade of echoing footfall as D-7219 quickens his descent within SCP-087. D-7219: Snap the hell out of it, man! C'mon! A flashlight, cell phone? Dr. ██████: A p-phone! Yes… I- I can't find it though! Dr. ██████ begins to stammer quietly. D-7219 has reached the 600th floor D-7219: Hey! Hey, now, it's okay! It's okay. Remember: if that thing is out there, it can't hurt you. Does anyone know where you are? Could help be on the way? Dr. ██████: The uhm, security does, yes. They should have— [pause] Should have been here by now. D-7219's speech is staggard due to his pace as he swiftly bounds down flight after flight. He's reached the 604th floor. D-7219: Just stay— [grunt] 605. D-7219: …where you are. It's just trying to mess— 606. D-7219: …with us. 607. D-7219: It doesn't want— [grunt] 608. D-7219: …us to finish. Within the control room, an orbit of maroon light falls from above, a lit flare in its center. As the room is momentarily cast in its light, it can be seen that the interior has shifted dramatically. The floor in towards the back of the room, where Dr. ██████ cowers, remains somewhat consistent as a point of reference, but from either side beyond that point, it shifts. The floor bends and slopes upwards, downwards, around and around. At the center of the room is a deep, dark, unrelenting expanse. Dr. ██████ looks about his surroundings in a panic in the fleeting moment sight is possible before the flare continues its journey down into the pit below. Nothing more can be seen. Dr. ██████ screams. D-7219: Doc?! Dr. ██████: Please. Please, God, help me. The pleading voice within the stairwell grows louder. Its begging is now in complete synchronicity with Dr. ██████. D-7219: Stay with me! I'm going to get you out of there! D-7219 stumbles forward hard into the wall on the 615th-floor landing, rebounding off of it and charging down the next flight, taking half the stairs in a single leap. Dr. ██████/Voice: Please! I'm down here. D-7219 flies down the stairs, towards the 618th-floor landing. Without hesitation, he scrambles towards the next flight. He continues to barrel downward, flight after flight. All the while the pleading voice grows in volume. It is as D-7219 rounds the corner and onto the 633rd-floor landing, where the previous exploration had ended, that he comes to a stop. Before him on the ground lies a mess of shredded fabric: the remains of a standard-issue D-Class uniform. It is draped in tatters over a chalk-white, dessicated human form. It's shriveled. Wrinkled. Wet. Its dermis flakes and peels away. Its limbs bend in pained, unnatural directions. It stretches. Twists. The body stretches and winds down the stairs, upper-torso out of sight around the bend. D-7219: God… what— [gags] He takes a step forward, pauses, then quickly turns and grasps the railing in both hands, retching uncontrollably over the side. He hyperventilates. Vomits again. After a moment, his breathing slows. A forearm comes up as he wipes the bile from his mouth. Nervously, cautiously, he follows the gnarled and crooked shape as it bends down, down. Flight after flight after flight. Ever deeper. Never ending. You know it never ended. Never finished. The voice of the pleading child grows in volume. It's cold in here. D-7219 follows the gnarled, twisted spine ever deeper. Another hundred floors. A thousand. A thousand more. It is as he slows, as his bones ache and his muscles give out that a jagged shoulder blade comes into view on the flight below. The upper-body of the nameless victim comes into focus. You cannot make out the details of its face, but you know it is wrenched in a silent scream. A mangled, outstretched arm reaches out, as if the victim spent their final, excruciating moments clawing their way forward. Just outside the reach of its hand, a sheaf of papers rests upon the landing. D-7219 ignores it as you begin to read. A snowflake lands on the back of your finger, melting into an innocuous bead that draws a path down the curvature of your hand and drips onto the page. SCP-783-L3 Field Log 3: At exactly 2:00 AM, power is activated in the mobile control room at the Temby portal, despite investigations having been suspended by Command. Three sets of recording instruments are turned on: those directed at the tunnel opening in baseline reality, those on the opposite end in the anomalous space, and a reinforced headset for use in exploration. Dr. Lafayette walks in front of the camera at the Temby opening. Their hair is disheveled and their clothes are stained with a dark substance that is indeterminable in the green-and-black night vision. They raise both their hands and curl their fingers one by one, counting down from ten. After curling their last finger, several explosions happen in quick succession in Temby proper. Smoke and flames can be seen rising in the distance. Dr. Lafayette dons the exploration headset while maintaining eye contact with the camera, then turns to descend into the portal. Someone is sobbing. The headset camera is largely obscured during the descent into the anomalous Temby; however, in addition to the noise of shifting dirt, the microphone picks up the sound of loud, albeit muffled, human moans. These sounds grow louder as Dr. Lafayette descends further. Their breathing remains soft and steady. The sky comes into view as Dr. Lafayette emerges in the anomalous facsimile of Temby. There are no stars, but the moon is full.1 Long cylindrical objects extend from the ground and stretch high into the air, seemingly without end, waving slightly in the wind. Human mouths can be seen on several of the protrusions. Dr. Lafayette begins walking toward the treeline and the sound of moaning grows softer. The camera moves steadily through the forest. Distended limbs can occasionally be seen twitching on the forest floor at the edge of the video feed, but Dr. Lafayette does not focus on them. As they travel, a second set of footsteps can be heard, an unusually long pause between them, yet growing louder. A shadow cast by the moonlight bobs in and out of frame, its figure long and bent. What is it that you think you’re doing? Smoke and flames rise in the distance. This isn’t how the story goes. Temby is burning. With luck, there won't be another. Dr. Lafayette stops and turns to face me. Dr. Lafayette continues walking forward, offering no acknowledgement of the other presence. Apart from the two sets of footsteps, no signs of life can be heard. But that doesn’t mean we're alone. A building can be seen in the distance through the trees. The lights are on. It's not Temby. Not today. Twelve years ago. It was someone's home, once. Then. Now. Long, cylindrical protrusions branch from the windows and wind lazily into the sky. Somewhere in the house, music plays. Not alone. Never alone. Not anymore. Similar protrusions can be seen from the surrounding structures. The light of the full moon makes them gleam like spider's silk. The streets are cobbled and old. The cars are broken and dirty. What little illumination the streetlights could offer is broken by countless long, thin shadows cast from every direction. Further into town, the buildings start to appear slightly taller than in baseline. But soon the town gives way to nature, and there again is a hole resembling the portal to Temby. As seen in the previous excursions, it lacks the presence of extended limbs seen in the prime iteration. Not for lack of trying, of course. The others just didn’t take. It took a long time. And it was too late. There’s a wet popping sound. Dr. Lafayette looks down. Several of their ribs have extended out of their chest and through their clothes, crooking sharply at the end. Dr. Lafayette's body folds in on itself with a sickening crunch, then again, and then again. They collapse in a broken heap and never get up. The night is still. Dr. Lafayette’s gaze remained fixed forward. Their steps remain even and constant, but the trees are moving past the camera faster now. Before long, they're in Temby again. A different one, naturally. The buildings are newer and taller. The cars are older in model. The streets are longer, winding in sharp turns that shouldn't have been there. Fingers, toes, arms, teeth, eyes— The shapes stretching out from the windows are too many to count and too distorted to identify who or what they might have been. They're just shapes now. Reaching out toward the sky, shifting slightly in the wind. There isn't any wind. There isn't any wind. Reaching out toward the sky, shifting slightly in the wind. Past the edge of town again. Another empty hole. Not for lack of trying. More trees, taller than they should be. More buildings, taller than they should be. A hole, empty. Trees, taller, bent near the top. Buildings, taller, tilted sharply. A hole, pitiful. Trees, taller, bent. Buildings. Taller. Bent. A hole. Trees. Buildings. A failure. The cycle continues. On and on it goes, again and again. No respite. No relief. It all stops mattering after a while. It did for me. It will for you. Time slips away as Dr. Lafayette makes their way through the various iterations of Temby, each one older than the last. The low hum of electric street lamps gives way to the hiss of gaslight, which eventually gives way to the crackle of open flames. Trees zigzag into the air as far as the eye can see, trunks bent at angles so sharp they'd slice right through you. It should have been sunrise years ago, but the moon remains fixed in place in the starless sky. A baby cries in the distance, the pitch of its voice rising and falling in irregular and unnatural modulations. Someone is still sobbing. The sound of footstops is mingled with harsh, ragged breathing. Dr. Lafayette's breathing remains soft and steady. Eventually, Temby is no more, or more accurately, hasn't been yet. It won’t be for a long time. All that can be seen are conical mounds of earth fashioned into crude facsimiles of human civilization, positioned in a broad circle around a open clearing. Dr. Lafayette comes to a stop. A deal’s a. deal. Long, thin shapes slowly creep along the ground from every direction. Some end in feet, others in hands, hair, nails. Most are no longer recognizable as any part of a greater whole. They creak as they stretch, ever gradually converging toward the center of the clearing. Dr. Lafayette glances briefly downward, shaking their leg free of a tangle of errant fingers. The malformed tubes of humanity converge, they begin to snap and bend, but not like before. The breaks are regular, almost organized. The distended tendrils press close to one another, shooting upward, then sharply forward, and up again, and to the side. Slowly but surely, a spiral staircase starts to form. Dr. Lafayette approaches. With each step taken, another step is formed as the unrecognizable streaks of flesh grow ever longer. The baby’s cries grow louder. And so a tower is formed where an empty clearing once was. The tower shivers slightly in the wind that isn’t there. A pulse still beats in every inch of flesh. Up and down the tower, rows and columns of taut skin gleam in the moonlight like spider’s silk. Dr. Lafayette crests the top of the tower. Strands of flesh at the center of the platform have twisted into a small wicker crib. Something writhes inside. K9-121, the Dutch Shepherd dog from the previous excursion, stands alert beside the crib. It keeps its gaze trained on Dr. Lafayette, but does not move from its position. As the camera moves closer to the crib, a small, visually normal infant can be seen crying within. Dr. Lafayette gingerly reaches in and takes the child into their arms. They brush the side of its face with the back of their hand. And then they turned around. But there was no one there. Child cradled in their arms and K9-121 at their heels, Dr. Lafayette steps towards the stairs to begin the descent. Flesh and bone shift and retract. The stairs pull down and forward like an escalator, gently carrying the three back toward the ground as the tower comes apart. K9-121 whimpers slightly. The child continues to cry. The descent is over in a matter seconds. Fast, effortless, and safe. When they reach the ground, it begins to shake. The road home is long and treacherous. Dr. Lafayette breaks into a run, clutching the child closely to their chest. K9-121 barks at something off-camera. Far above, the moon is oblong and distorted. Each time it reemerges from the tree canopy it is slightly longer, growing steadily with each passing moment until it fully wraps from horizon to horizon. The child cries harder, and the ground shakes harder still. Dr. Lafayette almost stumbles, but rights themself and carries on. They shush the infant softly, but to no avail. The moon arches over the earth a second time, forming another straight line across the night sky next to the first. the CHILD cries HARDER and the GROUND shakes HARDER STILL The moon is crossing the sky in stripes. The earth gives a thunderous heave. Dr. Lafayette falls and rolls, shielding the child with their body as sharp, jagged grass cuts them in a hundred tiny places. The trees above weave through the air, tying sharp, jagged knots about each other and running sharp, jagged laps around the moon-stripe, choking out its remaining light little by little. The night grows far too long and the world grows far too twisted and it all starts to become far too much. But then, a sharp, jagged thought goes through the doctor's mind. Dr. Lafayette: Would you like to hear a story? For just a moment, the child's screams hitch. For just a moment, the ground no longer shakes. Dr. Lafayette strokes the thin hairs on the infant's head. K9-121 curls up beside them as sharp, jagged cracks criss-cross the ground on every side. Somewhere far away, someone is laughing. Dr. Lafayette pulls the child close and begins to whisper a story. The world goes strangely still. And you hear every word. The letters seethe and bleed, smearing on the tips of your fingers and biting at the edges of your vision. A frigid draft breathes through the quiet archives, turning the page. SCP-610-L6 Contact was reestablished with the team members who fell into the underground river currents five hours after SCP-610-L5. Majority of contact consisted of video and audio transmitted from the team’s on-board recording devices. It is unclear whether the team members were aware they were still transmitting, as they made no active efforts to communicate with command before falling out of range. Analysis of the footage indicates that nine of the thirteen missing team members survived their initial journey through the river, as the remaining four do not appear in any available footage. Footage begins with team members struggling to stay afloat as they travel down the river current, video commonly being obscured by impact with rocks and water on the lens. Cries of alarm and distress can be heard, but are distorted by volume and proximity to the microphone. Despite the turbulent nature of the currents, the majority of the team appear to be keeping their heads above water — bar one (unidentified) — who is floating face-down. As they continue to struggle, the colour of the water around them visibly changes to a dark red — this is theorized to be runoff from SCP-610-infected individuals elsewhere in the cavern. The stone walls of the caverns begin to be replaced with bleeding scabs of putrid oozing meat. One of the squad members vomits, and it mingles with his drowning. Another opens their mouth to scream and dooms themselves. The filth carries them onwards. The current of the river begins to shift, and the group falls upwards into SCP-610-L5. Magic circles and mysterious churches loom around the group. Several of their number are smeared across a sequence of events. Someone is screaming into their communicator for assistance, but the coherence of events has long since been lost. They have slipped out of their source. The filth carries them onwards. The currents of the river — no, not a river, a vein, a bleeding pathway of the world — pulls them upwards into SCP-610-L4. The team members shout and beg incoherently as they are squeezed through circuit boards and video logs. One unfortunate tries to reach out with her hand, only to have it shredded in the boundary between observer and subject. They expire from blood loss soon after, despite the veritable amounts of blood in their surroundings — such irony. They are on course now, and cannot be saved. The filth carries them onwards, kicking and screaming, even as the dimensions of the vein continue to grow stronger — their bones crushed by cartilage pressing in. They are deep now in the guts of their existence. They are pulled upwards into SCP-610-L3. One team member seizes the boundary between the two layers of the world, and is bisected when that boundary shifts. What is left of him is dragged outside. The group is stretched across the exploration of a dead zone, pulled up through rotted air into the sky. As they pass into the layer of clouds above and reenter the cardiovascular system of the universe, an engorged human head can be seen emerging from the cavity below. It screams up at them. They scream down at it. The filth carries them onwards. Most of the team are spent, little more than flailing dolls surrendered to the whims of the current. Someone is laughing. The team is dragged into SCP-610-L2, through explosions and bloody constructs and a long empty journey, their limbs slamming upon the edges of conceptualities as they go. Fingers drag desperately along a sphere of flesh, but the sphere simply snatches those fingers away and allows the rest of their bodies to fly off unrescued. One of them chooses to pray while they still have the prerequisite lips. The filth carries them onwards. Only one of the team members still has enough of themselves remaining to be considered a human being. He’s crying, begging, gibbering pathetically. He floats through a world of flesh within flesh, twisted organs and protrusions dancing around him, blood pouring from all things capable of pouring. He opens his eyes, but he has long since gone blind. He strikes the ceiling above him and smashes through. The filth carries him onwards. He smashes through the Description. He smashes through the Special Containment Procedures. He smashes through the Object Class. With a flayed and emaciated hand, he reaches out and grasps the Item #, holding on desperately to the edge of the hash. It’s a worthless maneuver. He squeezes his eyes shut to hide from the absence around him, but the absence is there whether he likes it or not. His fingers slip and break away. His legs break off in the winds of anti-creation, and he is dragged onwards by the emptiness. He falls outside, into the space where nothing is written. He opens his eyes, as his eyelids wilt like dying flowers. He bears witness. Behold! A mouth of seven teeth — each gnarled as a tree, each gargantuan as a planet — encloses itself around the world of the last man. The shape of it is not something he is made for, but he understands hunger — he understands that all he knows will not be enough to sate it. He looks at it, and it looks at him, and he knows that does not make a difference to his fate. The last man was doomed from the moment he was born. You open your mouth to scream, but sound has already been devoured. You try to get away, but distance has already been devoured. You try to despair, but thought has already been devoured. The jaws of the maldeity snap shut. Footnotes 1. It was not a full moon in baseline reality on the night the incident took place, but a full moon was present on the night SCP-783's most recent manifestation began. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7427" by S D Locke, Peppersghost, Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7427. Licensed under CC-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-7430 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7430 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has infiltrated the local authorities in the town of Lockwood for a more efficient control over the anomaly. Disappearance rates of people between the ages of 15 and 50 must be constantly monitored. The forest surrounding the town must be also monitored through the use of 20 surveillance posts scattered throughout the area, used primarily by research teams and standard security personnel. Civilians found wandering alone in the forest must be persuaded to return to the more populated areas by the security team, who will pose as local rangers. Anyone successfully affected by SCP-7430 is to have their existence erased from the public eye and from all records except this document. Drones and other unmanned means must be used for the search and recovery of instances of SCP-7430-1, which are to be disposed of by incineration. Any civilian or staff member who had contact with or is experiencing activity related to SCP-7430-1 is to be interrogated, and if necessary, properly amnesticized or quarantined depending on the severity of the effects. Any descriptions, news, entertainment, or acts of public reverence towards SCP-7430-1 are to be monitored and censored. Update 5/26/1986: Due to the nature of SCP-7430-1, directly describing the anomaly or tangible elements of its composition must be avoided. The use of thaumaturgical methods to neutralize the anomaly have been declared ineffective. Description: SCP-7430 is an anomalous event currently affecting the population of the town of Lockwood, Oregon. This event occurs approximately 2 to 3 times a year, and causes the disappearance of a single civilian of any gender between the ages of 15 and 50. Generally, the disappearances themselves do not follow a specific pattern, although the consensus dictates that the zone where every person is last seen tends to be in areas close to the forest surrounding the town. Affected individuals often experience personality changes or unusual behaviors prior to disappearance, although the duration or intensity of this effects varies greatly. It is believed that at their highest level of intensity, disappearances can be caused by the spontaneous demanifestation of the individual. These disappearances always lead to the individual becoming part of SCP-7430-1. SCP-7430-1 refers to [DATA EXPUNGED]1. Due to this, SCP-7430-1's capabilities and influence increase based on the number of successful SCP-7430 events, as well as the number of people interacting with any of its instances. It is believed that this effect can also be transmitted between individuals. Addendum 7430.1: Discovery The effects of SCP-7430 were finally discovered after the events of April 1st, 1986, when the disappearance of 26-year-old Evelyn Brocke led to a massive anomalous event. 4 days after being declared missing, an instance of SCP-7430-1 was found by local authorities and taken for study at the local forensic department. Due to the nature of the object found, doctors and members of the authorities as well as administrative and cleaning personnel present in the building ended up being affected by SCP-7430-1, which resulted in a massive exposure of the anomaly to the population of Lockwood. Approximately 59 individuals, including 24 members of the authorities and 35 civilians, were lost in the events of April 1st. Staff incorporated in the town who escaped the event alerted the Foundation and a mass amnestization campaign began on the entire population of Lockwood. In the following weeks, the properties and effects of SCP-7430 were determined. The present documentation was also updated to avoid direct description of SCP-7430-1, after this nearly led to a containment breach on May 26, 1986. Upon closer investigation of the town's history, it was discovered that the disappearances had been occurring for the last 11 years, although their effects had never reached a significant enough intensity to be discovered by the Foundation, or, in most cases, their respective instances of SCP-7430-1 were never properly found. In most of these cases, moreover, people had begun to attribute these disappearances to the act of an alleged serial killer, which led to an unsuccessful investigation by the local police, partly minimizing the suspicion of Foundation members infiltrated in said authorities. Addendum 7430.2: List of relevant SCP-7430-1 instances. 1981 1981 1982 1983 1984 1984 1985 1986 Date: March 6, 1981 Subject: Terrence Phillips Age: 17 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: Subject is declared missing one day after leaving for school on the morning of March 6. After 2 months of search, an instance of SCP-7430-1 is discovered by a group of campers, lying face down in a puddle in the south-east area of the local forest. Manifestation: Lisa Hawkins, one of the campers, in the following weeks after the event makes an appointment with her dentist due to a constant itchy feeling in her tongue. The sensation ceases after 1 month. No more activity is registered. Date: July 14, 1981 Subject: Henry Bennett Age: 37 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject works as a part-time taxi driver. Witnesses claim to see him for the last time on the road heading into the northern area of the local forest. Following a 6-week investigation, a local ranger discovers an instance of SCP-7430-1 resting on the shore of a lake, located at northwest of the area. A subsequent investigation reveals Mr. Bennet's vehicle, sunk in the bottom of the lake. Manifestation: Mark Lopez experiences periodic cramps in his right feet, accompanied by a mild feeling of constant anxiety and difficulty for walking over the next 2 months. He later claims to have found himself humming a melody unconsciously every time he was alone. Date: March 9, 1982 Subject: Harry Miller Age: 15 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: Last seen by his friends leaving high school during the afternoon, after reporting a severe headache. 4 days later, local police find another instance of SCP-7430-1 half-submerged in a creek, near the northwest of the woods. Manifestation: Officer Gregory Campbell, over the next 7 months, initially experiencing periodic severe migraines, suffers an increasing difficulty in making coordinated movements and a deterioration of existing speech skills over the months. In September he is diagnosed with apraxia. By the end of the year, Mr. Campbell reports occasional nightmares, usually related to the amputation of one or both legs. The officer usually describes this act as being accepted by him in the dream, out of utilitarian sentiment. His health progressively improves over the next year. This experience seems to result in Mr. Campbell becoming extremely religious. Date: November 30, 1983 Subject: Vanessa Higgins Age: 23 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject, a medicine student, experiences severe episodes of anxiety attacks and paranoia during the months prior to the disappearance, many times declaring that she was being constantly persecuted. Although Mrs. Higgins is prescribed with medication according to her unstable mental state, and despite moving back in to her parent's house because of it, her behavior only becomes more erratic as the months pass. The subject disappears at dusk on Wednesday, November 3, during a violent episode of anxiety, running away from home. The next morning, on November 4, 46-year-old Mary Grant, residing at a vacational cabin in the East Woods, discovers an instance of SCP-7430-1 half buried in a large mound of snow near the cabin. Manifestation: During the next 2 nights after the event, Mrs. Grant experiences severe night terrors and visual hallucinations related to multiple human legs2 sticking out of the snow surrounding the cabin overnight, along with sightings of small wooden figures hanging around the cabin that disappear as soon as they are seen again. She also reports occasional cramps in her left leg during this time period. Date: July 23, 1984 Subject: Claire Hawkins Age: 21 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: Subject goes on a camping trip with her sister and 2 friends, on what was originally going to be a 3-day trip, to the southeast area of the forest. After dinner on the second night, the girl leaves her tent at approximately 2 am in the morning, for no apparent reason. The people who accompanied her collaborate during the next 3 days together with the rangers and local authorities to search for her in the area. Her sister Lisa finds an instance of SCP-7430-1 hanging upside down from a tree. Manifestation: On July 29, during her sister's funeral, Lisa Hawkins hears the muffled sound of female laughter from beneath the ground. She experiences a severe headache that forces her to walk away from the event to collect herself. During the next 11 months, the girl experiences multiple, spontaneous auditory hallucinations of teeth chattering for prolonged periods throughout the day. Severe jaw pain develops which progressively worsens her ability to eat throughout the year. She also begins to have strong night terrors and visual hallucinations involving her sister, running naked in the distance into the woods. All of this results in her developing a strong anxiety disorder, and the habit of rambling nonsense words in prose when alone. On the morning of May 8, 1985, Lisa is in the local Catholic church with her relatives. Just as the people at the mass begin to recite their prayers, Lisa begins to emit meaningless ¨ceremonial vocalizations¨. Subject's parents try to calm her down due to the intensity of these phrases, causing her to recite said vocalizations louder and faster. The prayer is interrupted and the priest approaches the family to ask if the girl is alright. At that moment, and as she would later declare, Lisa mistakes the rosary worn by the priest for a "teeth necklace" and goes into a panic attack that leads her to slip up and hit her head against the bench, dislocating her lower jaw. The young woman is hospitalized and no further abnormal activity is registered after this event. This particular case generated discontent in the student body of Claire's university, leading to multiple protests claiming the ineffectiveness of the police to catch the alleged serial killer responsible for the case, nicknamed as "The Lockwood Mutilator", to whom 6 past disappearances were attributed. Date: November 7, 1984 Subject: Edward Miller Age: 48 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject spents the last 2 days before his disappearance wandering through the woods. Witnesses claimed to see him in the distance heading northwest and avoiding making contact or being seen by people. Eventually he is no longer seen and is officially declared missing on November 7. Three weeks later, on November 29, a group of elementary students on a school winter trip accompanied by one of their teachers witness an instance of SCP-7430-1 rolling through the snow down a hill until stopping in front of the group. Manifestation: Susan Berkley – 9 years old: Screams during English class when she feels "A very big spider", crawling up her leg. No spiders are found neither on her clothes or in the classroom. (December 2) Stephanie Corbet – 9 years old: Hears a constant taping on the window of her bedroom during the night. Claims to have woken up a few minutes later to a ¨Quiet song¨ coming from outside. (December 3) Timothy Wright – 8 years old: During a Math class, claims to hear music coming from one of the cabinets in the classroom. It stops after 20 seconds. (December 3) Jim Taylor – 9 years old: Finds a human finger sticking out of the dirt of a flowerpot in the school hallway. After this, the subject decides to notify his teacher. When the teacher comes to check the pot, there is nothing. (December 4) Madyson Grant - 8 years old: Claims to have witnessed the crucifix of Jesus Christ in the classroom making signs in silent language with its hands during a literature class. Despite declaring herself scared, the girl does not notify the teacher of this and no other kid in the classroom seem to notice this event. (December 4) Andrew Lopez – 8 years old: Home alone in the afternoon waiting for his father to come home from work, the subject finds himself watching Sesame Street. Apparently, after watching 2 episodes, the boy witnesses a third episode titled ¨Come in Handy!¨ In this episode, Elmo's character is shown in front of a brick wall with a closed wooden door with a crucifix on top of it. Elmo is shown frustrated at not being able to open the wooden door, apparently because he lacks the strength to turn the knob. At that moment, Big Bird´s character appears on screen and asks him the reason behind his frustration. After Elmo explains that he's angry because he can´t open that door, Big Bird explains the importance of accepting help from others to achieve your goals, and how "everyone needs a helping hand sometimes." At that moment, Big Bird uses his "Beak" to remove the glove on the left hand of his costume, exposing the real hand of the actor underneath the costume. Big bird encourages Elmo to use his hand. Elmo easily removes the human hand from the suit as if it were a mannequin, and uses it to turn the knob. The door opens slowly, revealing what appears to be a desolate wooded area covered in snow in the middle of the night. The area appears to be a real location. Both characters stay silent and turn their heads towards the camera without moving. The sound of winter wind can be heard coming from the door. After 2 minutes of the characters standing still in front of the door, Andrew becomes scared and leaves the room without turning off the TV. The child comes back after half an hour to check the TV. He leaves again after verifying that the same scene is still there. When Andrew's father arrives at dusk, he finds his son waiting for him on the porch. The TV is now playing a repetition of the first episode of season 14: ¨Big Bird at Camp¨ There is no known record of the episode described by the kid. When pressed for further details, Andrew describes how the show's intro song, "Sesame Street Theme" by Joe Raposo, had been replaced with a "different melody." (December 6) Lockwood Elementary School: During the morning, approximately a number of 40 paint handprints are found in the walls of one of the school bathrooms. These handprints range in size from 5.5 to 22.6 inches. (December 8) Stephanie Corbet – 9 years old: Wakes up in the morning with her body and face covered in bruises. The little girl´s neck shows strangulation marks. The child is helped and taken to a hospital by her parents. An investigation is opened for a possible case of domestic abuse. (December 8) Ian Flynn: Physical education teacher Ian Flynn attempts to strangle the priest of the local Catholic church, initially using his bare hands, then using the priest's rosary. The subject is separated and arrested, unable to give statements, being in a state of dissociation. Although no charges are filed, Mr. Flynn is not allowed to go near the church again. The subject would later declare himself confused about the event. (December 8) Lockwood Elementary School: The hands of the crucifix of Jesus in one of the classrooms disappear. (December 9) Date: November 5, 1985 Subject: Aaron Woodfield Age: 46 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject, a 46-year-old local park ranger, is arrested on November 2 on suspicion of being related to the disappearance of students Elizabeth Taylor and Marissa Clark in January and July of the same year. The suspicions on the part of the authorities were due to witnesses who declared how in both cases they saw the girls in desolate areas being followed by Mr. Woodfield, being in the case of the second victim, at a time that did not coincide with the subject's work Schedule. He also was linked to the disappearance of a prostitute in December 26th 1974, to whom he had allegedly frequented in the weeks before the disappearance. After an inspection of the subject's home, and despite the fact that no traces of the students were found, the school uniforms and belongings of the two girls are found buried in the backyard of the home, along with a backpack that would later be discovered to belong to Claire Hawkins, a previous victim of SCP-7430. This news become a scandal in the Lockwood community, who blame him for the other disappearances on suspicion that they were caused by the activity of a serial killer in the area3. However, Mr. Woodfield suddenly disappears during an interrogation at the East Precinct police station. Subject had experienced strong paranoia and instability in the days before the disappearance. The investigation is left inconclusive, since no further traces of Mr. Woodfield are found and due to the discovery of more belongings of disappeared victims in another 3 homes near the residence of the subject, and in the courtyard of the local elementary school. No instance of SCP-7430-1 is found in this case. The interview conducted with Aaron Woodfield, formerly owned by the Lockwood Police Department prior to the tape´s confiscation is attached below. TRANSCRIPT OF AARON WOODFIELD´S LAST INTERROGATION TAPE RECORDED INTERVIEW AARON WOODIELD / DETECTIVE JOHN MENDEZ 11.5.85N <Begin Log> MENDEZ: This is detective Mendez, Lockwood Police Department. Today is Wednesday, November 5, 1985. Current time is 7:36 P.M. This is a taped conversation with the last name of Woodfield, first of Aaron. Date of birth 02-16-39. MENDEZ: Okay Aaron, I just turned on this tape recorder so we can have this conversation more easily. It's almost the end of my schedule and I don't have the patience to stay here all night, so don't make me. Let's not repeat what happened a couple of days ago, okay? (Silence) MENDEZ: Aaron? WOODFIELD: o-okay sir. MENDEZ: Please, speak up a little bit. WOODFIELD: Yes sir. OFFICER: Good. Well as you may know, since we talked it last time, uh, you were detained on suspicion of being involved in the disappearance of the two girls this year4. You assured me that you never had any contact with them, is that correct? (Silence) MENDEZ: Aaron, i'm talking to you. WOODFIELD: Yes. MENDEZ: Okay, so you do remember. Aaron, you made it clear to us that you had nothing to do with the case, even though we have three witnesses who saw you following the girls, one of them late at night in the middle of the forest. When we asked you, you told us that it wasn't you, despite the fact that two of the witnesses recognized your face. Is that correct? WOODFIELD: It wasn't me. MENDEZ: You told us the same thing last Saturday. Do you have any way to prove it? WOODFIELD: (No response) MENDEZ: Look, ever since we pulled you over a few days ago, we've been searching through your home, Aaron. Yesterday we found belongings of both girls buried in your backyard. WOODFIELD: What? MENDEZ: We also found a backpack, belonging to a young woman who disappeared one night you did duty, July 23, '84. We found dried blood on the backpack, Aaron. WOODFIELD: Oh. MENDEZ: Okay, listen carefully, I need you to tell me if you did something to those girls, and why- WOODFIELD: I swear i didn´t do anything, i s-swear i- MENDEZ: Calm down, take it easy. I'm going to need you to be more clear with me. WOODFIELD: I-I did saw them, both, in the Woods. WOODFIELD: But i didn't do anything to them. I´m scared. MENDEZ: Why are you scared? MENDEZ: So you did have contact with them? WOODFIELD: No… I never even touch them. I swear I never met them, but it was during my shift, in January, I saw this girl- MENDEZ: Are you talking about Elizabeth? WOODFIELD: I think, she was wearing a school uniform, and she was wandering alone in a dangerous area, we don't let minors do that, be-because of the animals and- WOODFIELD: -after 5 minutes… when i finally got to her, she was already dead, hanging in a tree… MENDEZ: What do you mean she was dead? WOODFIELD: She was dead, man! S-she was naked and looked like her [REDACTED] had been ripped off- MENDEZ: Are you telling me you just found a dead body and never reported it? WOODFIELD: Sir, s-she turned her head to me, and s-started talking… And her voice, it didn't sound like a girl's, it sounded like- MENDEZ: Didn't you just tell me she was dead? WOODFIELD: She was dead! A-and she was smiling…she told me that it would be disrespectful to leave her l-lying there- WOODFIELD: She said that her parents would be very sad if they never found her or something like that- She kept begging me to get close to her- MENDEZ: Aaron, I don't understand- WOODFIELD: I ran away, i kept hearing her, calling my name… I went home, then I thought it was maybe just a joke. And then I saw her face on the news, everywhere! And the same thing happened with the other one…! The same uniform, the same smile…And I- just- didn't want the same thing to happen again! But it was very dark, I couldn't- MENDEZ: Okay, okay Aaron. Why did you never tell anyone? WOODFIELD: Because no one would believe me! WOODFIELD: And now weird things keep happening… I can't stop finding [REDACTED] spreaded all across my backyard! WOODFIELD: And the girls are everywhere, smiling at me! They are under my sofa, in the ceiling- A few days ago I went to the bathroom, and I caught them looking at me over the shower curtain! I almost had a heart attack- MENDEZ: Sir- WOODFIELD: I just want to be able to sleep again, plea- At that moment, the interviewer is distracted by a flickering in the lights of the room, causing him to look up at the ceiling for an instant. When turning to the front, Mr. Woodfield is no longer there. Mendez inspects under the table without success. MENDEZ: What? Mendez inspects the entire room. There is no trace of Mr.Woodfield MENDEZ: What the f- <End Log> Manifestation: N/A Date: March 28, 1986 Subject: Evelyn Brocke Age: 26 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject, a medicine student, locks herself in the bedroom of her house in the suburbs for 6 days before the disappearance tooks place. Testimonies from both close friends and that of her younger brother, who lived with her at that time, indicate that there were no signs of strange behavior or emotional distress in the young woman prior to her confinement, indicating that this behavior manifested spontaneously. During the 6-day period, the subject apparently only communicates through the door with her brother in, as he later describes, nonsensical phrases. On the sixth day, when the young woman stops responding, her brother becomes concerned and seeks for help, alterting the authorities. On March 27th, the police brokes into the young woman's room, inside which there is no trace of her. The next day she is officially declared missing. 4 days later, in the early morning of April 1st, an instance of SCP-7430-1 is found by the authorities leaning behind a tree next to a road running through the southeast of the woods, partially covered in a "finely ornamented white veil". After being discovered, SCP-7430-1 is taken for a study in the forensic department at noon5. Manifestation: [REDACTED] Addendum 7430.3: First chronological manifestation of SCP-7430 During the investigation period of SCP-7430 following the events of April 1st, 1986, information was gathered from the locals to establish a timeline of events surrounding the anomaly. This was how the first official disappearance related to SCP-7430 was discovered, referring to 9-year-old Thomas Heffley on December 24th, 1974. Mr. Heffley, who now was 21 years old at the time and who had been living with his family in Nevada since 1978, was contacted to provide his experience with the incident. Said interview is attached below. Thomas Heffley, who lived his childhood in Lockwood, disappeared on the night of December 24, in the middle of a family reunion. After being unsuccessfully searched for by his parents and uncles, the authorities were alerted. Two days later, Thomas, unconscious, was found nearly buried by snow in a remote area of the woods, with only a single █████ missing. He was rescued and sent to the hospital, where it was not possible to explain how the infant would manage to survive so long without dying naturally from hypothermia. The boy's testimony was not made public. In 1986, Thomas was contacted by the Foundation and interviewed at his current residence in the state of Nevada by agent █████ on May 26 at 1:23 PM <Begin Log> INTERVIEWER: Could you describe your experience living in Lockwood, Oregon? HEFFLEY: Yes of course. Uhh, I lived there my entire childhood, my dad and my grandpa moved there when he was a teenager. Nice, calm town, lots of nature. INTERVIEWER: Please, try being more specific. HEFFLEY: Uhm, my father worked at a gas station, mom worked at home. I didn't have many friends, but the townspeople were always very friendly. Although somewhat superstitious. INTERVIEWER: What do you mean by "superstitious"? HEFFLEY: Well, you know, the town, it wasn't very big until more people came to live there in the 70s. Before, they had always been that kind of a closed community, I don't think I need to explain INTERVIEWER: Please, explain in great detail. HEFFLEY: (Sighs) HEFFLEY: My grandfather always talked about the people who used to live there, in the woods, weird religions, I always thought they were like hippies, according to him they were more like gypsies or something like that. People used to find weird necklaces on the trees, weird music coming from the woods at night, the townsfolk fed urban legends to scare the kids, including Dad. We stopped hearing anything from those people during the 60´s though. INTERVIEWER: Interesting, thanks. Thomas, I understand that there were also some strange disappearances during the 70's and 80's, right? HEFFLEY: Uhh, no, I don't know INTERVIEWER: Your family moved in '78, right? Hadn't there been a wave of people disappearing? Murders or something like that? HEFFLEY: Well uh, I guess I just heard some rumors. They said there was, uh, a man in the woods, a murderer or something. The son of a friend of dad's also disappeared, I think that scared him, I always thought he had just run away, I don´t really know. INTERVIEWER: Thomas, we know that you apparently disappeared for 2 days when you were 9 years old. Christmas of '74, remember? Could you tell us something about that day? HEFFLEY: I'd rather not talk about that INTERVIEWER: It is not a matter of what you prefer or not. Thomas, please describe what you remember about that day. HEFFLEY: Why? Are you with the government or something? I d- INTERVIEWER: Thomas. I have a group of officers waiting outside. (Silence) HEFFLEY: Uhh… I remember it was on Christmas Eve. My grandfather had a cabin, on the outskirts, we used it for family events, things like that… I only have vague memories of what happened before. We were at the cabin, it was night and everything was covered in snow, dad had trouble parking us earlier. Uh, I was on the couch, I had been playing with mom, we were waiting for dad to finish dinner. I remember my aunt called mom to ask her for help with something, I think, I don't remember what. I think I fell asleep, it felt like being asleep, or I got distracted, I don't know. When no one was looking, I got up and walked to the exit. I was walking through the snow, up the hill, I couldn't see anything. INTERVIEWER: Why did you do that? HEFFLEY: I, uh, I don't know, I don't think I wanted to, I could hear mom calling my name, I could see the cabin from above, far way, I think I ignored it and kept walking. It was all very dark and I was freezing, I remember touching the branches while walking through the trees to guide me. It felt like being disassociated, like I was dreaming. It scares me, how easy it was. INTERVIEWER: Please Thomas, focus. What else do you remember? HEFFLEY: I kept walking for a while longer, an hour, maybe? Definitely an hour or two. Eh, there was this, circle of trees, I got in. I think, uh, I saw clothes, rags, in the snow, I touched a, uh, a figure, made with sticks. I don't remember what it looked like. I collapsed right there, felt like I was dying. Can we stop here? INTERVIEWER: Is that it? HEFFLEY: I don't- want to tell more. This is why I don't tell anyone, at one point they don't believe me but then they start doing weird things. Please leave my house. INTERVIEWER: That is irrelevant. Any substantial information you have, you must tell us. HEFFLEY: Please, I- INTERVIEWER: This is a serious matter. If you do not cooperate, there could be serious repercussions for you. Or your family. (Silence) HEFFLEY: I- remember images, or I dreamed them, but I was more or less conscious. Uh, there were people, dressed in white, dancing..Yes, they were dancing… whistling this song…It wasn't cold anymore, it was daytime, I think it was summer, maybe, or spring… they wore crowns made with flowers, and necklaces… HEFFLEY: …Remember, uh, the stick figure? INTERVIEWER: Yes. HEFFLEY: Well there was something like that, but bigger, it was much bigger. It was, like a statue, or an idol… all made with sticks and branches. Those people were hugging it, singing to it…I felt how they grabbed my arms, my legs, I was collapsed… They brought me close to it, they put me inside and then, pain, felt blood in my mouth… HEFFLEY: What I saw inside, I don't remember, too diffuse, but I remember my surprise. It's not something you'd expect to see inside a statue, especially one made out of wood, y-you know? INTERVIEWER: Are you sure you don't remember what you saw? Nothing comes to your mind? HEFFLEY: [DATA EXPUNGED], many little ones. INTERVIEWER: I see. (Silence) HEFFLEY: Please, I swear every tim- INTERVIEWER: (Groans) (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Like this one? HEFFLEY: Yes. Exactly. Please, can you leave now? (Silence) HEFFLEY: Wha- HEFFLEY: What are you doi- <End Log> Following the interview, both Mr. Heffley and his family were amnesticized so that they would have no memory of his disappearance. Agent █████ was recovered and quarantined for 2 days. Update: Addendum 7430.4: Incident 7430-1 (1997) + Access Addendum - Close On April 1, 1997, after 10 years of successful containment by Foundation assets, the first breach of SCP-7430-1 occurred. The individual responsible for said breach was found to be 20-year-old student Caleb Brocke. Unlike other cases involving SCP-7430-1, Caleb's case stands out due to his understanding of certain qualities of the anomaly and awareness of the Foundation's presence and its involvement with local authorities. As of his entry into the woods on March 28, 1997, a search and capture of the individual began, in which Caleb actively evaded security forces6, until he disappeared, resulting in the breach of April first. Caleb carried a journal with him, in which he initially expressed his personal problems derived from his tumultuous mental state, later writing his conjectures regarding the Foundation and the anomaly, and a record of his exploration of the woods. Below is a chronological reconstruction of the events that occurred in April 1, 1997. . . . On the night of March 31, Caleb is officially declared missing by Foundation assets and the extraction of the resulting instance of SCP-7430-1, as well as the prompt removal of any records relating to Caleb Brocke, becomes a priority. 5:34 AM: SCP-7430-1 instance corresponding to Caleb Brocke is found by security drones in the western area of the forest, the furthest from the city, resting in a circle of trees. 5:58 AM: The Heffleys' Christmas cabin, close to the anomaly, is raided by Foundation agents for the extraction of personal items belonging to Brocke. His backpack and personal diary are recovered for immediate analysis. 6:26 AM: Examination of Brocke's journal entries begins. SCP 7430-1 instance successfully recovered by extraction drone. 7:22 AM: The recovery drone deviates from its usual route to the incineration area, heading instead to the nearest research post, 3 kilometers away, due to what is believed to be anomalous influence. The main supervisor of drone operations in the area does not report this, it is believed because at that time he was helping the analysis team with Caleb Brocke's diary, and was beginning to be affected by the cognitohazards of its entries, particularly the one corresponding to March 31. How the team failed to detect the evident presence of cognitohazards, it is still being investigated. 7:56 AM: Drone successfully enters Research Post 03, drops SCP 7430-1 instance in main hall. SCP-7430-1 is first witnessed by 23 Foundation employees and 12 security guards. A total of 3 employees and 2 security members leave the facility in anticipation of the hysteria. 8:24 AM: SCP-7430-1 has affected all personnel in the area. Manifestation events begin, according to certain testimonies, related to the personnel performing tribal dances and laceration rituals. This behavior extends for the next 90 minutes. 8:59 AM: Investigation Post 02 becomes aware of the possible containment breach in post 03, and after several failed attempts to communicate with the site, the Foundation is alerted. 9:52 AM: A nude staff member is detected hoisting Caleb Brocke's SCP-7430-1 instance onto the flag pole on the building's roof. 9:54 AM: Various drones surrounding Research Site 03 record the building beginning to sink into the ground along with the personnel inside. This process ends after 14 minutes. 10:30 AM: SCP-7430-1 manifestation slowly emerges from the ground as a black-type entity, 34 meters long, composed of a complete bone structure (206 individual parts emulating a human skeleton) A state of emergency is declared and the evacuation process begins at the other research posts, while various methods are devised to neutralize the entity as soon as possible. 10:51 AM: SCP-7430-1 begins to vocalize a musical melody in the sound of trumpets. 11:02 AM: Scranton Reality Archors are deployed in an attempt to de-manifest the entity. These suddenly overload and stop working. Upon deactivation, the archors turn into several human legs sticking out of the ground. These move along with the melody sung by the entity. 11:09 AM: The entity begins to wander through the forest on its way to the town. Its passage through the area generates a forest fire. 11:47 AM: Despite of Foundation's efforts, the entity arrives to Lockwood, beginning to expand its influence on the population. During the next 2 hours, riots break out in the streets and a large part of the population tries to leave the town, saturating the roads. 12:30 AM: The forest fire spawned by SCP-7430-1 spreads to the southeast of the forest. Attempts to put out the fire demonstrate that the flames cannot be extinguished, due to it being anomalous nature. Approximately 47 civilians are deemed lost due to the manifestation of SCP-7430-1. Around 8 deaths are registered due to the riots and the esoteric behavior generated in civilians by the entity. 12:49 AM: An operation begins with the goal of deploying several Scranton reality anchors to distract the entity while civilians attempting to leave the city are evacuated. 1:05 PM: 104 civilians lost due to the entity. 1:19 PM: In the western area of the woods, security officer Waylon Davis, who had fled security post 03 during the staff exposure to SCP-7430-1, returns to the entity's original manifestation zone by accident while escaping the fire. There he finds the flag pole with SCP-7430-1, half buried coming out of the ground. He improvises a blindfold to try not to see the instance directly, and spends the next 10 minutes trying to tie off the object. 1:29 PM: 20 Scranton reality anchors are deployed and activated in areas surrounding the entity. 30 Foundation evacuation helicopters arrive to extract as many civilians as possible, another 30 are deployed. Waylon Davis manages to extract the instance of SCP-7430-1 completely, he begins looking for where to incinerate the object as quickly as possible. 1:52 PM: 400 civilians are successfully evacuated. 12 more helicopters arrive. The fire spreads to the northeast of the forest. 7 of the Scranton reality anchors deployed around the manifestation malfunction and transform into [REDACTED] dancing on fire around the entity. Officer Waylon Davis finds a pile of burning trees. He immediately drops SCP-7430-1 in it and waits for the object to be engulfed in flames. 2:01 PM: SCP-7430-1 instance is completely covered in flames. Waylon Davis confirms this and escapes the area. The entity resulting from the manifestation remains completely immobile for 4 minutes, then proceeds to demanifest. The manifestation is declared neutralized. 2:02 PM: The fire generated by the entity begins to extinguish. In the same way, the vegetation of the affected area is restored. 2:59 PM: Several evacuation and medical assistance vehicles from the Foundation arrive to assist the civilians. By the end of the day, the town has been completely evacuated and quarantined by the foundation. . . . Addendum 7430.5: Recovered materials + Access Addendum - Close After the event, Caleb Brocke's journal was successfully examined. An entry corresponding to March 24 is left here below, which constitutes the entry related to the event with the lowest number of cognitohazardous elements. March 24 I still remember when Ev's friend passed away. I was very young but I think I understood the situation. She was so sad that I decided that I wanted to accompany her to the funeral. And I remember everything perfectly, I don't know why, but I do. Although she used to tell me that I shouldn't forget anything, and I promised her that I would remember even the smallest detail. I remember that it was a winter day, full of snow. I remember the expressionless face of everyone who attended the event. Also the hurt face of the parents. I remember holding her hand as I looked at the finely carved tombstone. "Vanessa Higgins" I also remember what they used to say at school: “There is a man in the woods. They say that when no one is looking, wherever you are, he catches you and takes you. Then he claims his trophy, and leaves what's left of you to rot in the wild. If you stay still, near the forest, you can hear it, singing his melody. He used to be a park ranger. Or a surgeon. Or a mental patient. Or a police officer. He prefers women and teenagers ¨. Shortly after Ev left, I went back to the cemetery, to the exact spot where her friend had been buried. Next to her grandmother. Do you know what I found? Nothing. I wanted to find out, ask the cemetery administration, her family about her. Do you know what I discovered? There never was a "Vanessa Higgins". Her parents "never had children" And Ev. I was always an orphan. Since mom and dad died in the crash. Only son. I know it's not like that, but I don't know why. The sister of a classmate. I asked him if he remembered his sister, Marissa. Marissa Clark. He froze for a few seconds. Paralyzed. As if his brain couldn't recognize my question. I thought he was making fun of me. And the mutilator? Nobody remembers. And those who do believe it was just a myth. A game created by impressionable children. I know there are people in the forest. I once saw them. With weapons, robes. People occasionally see objects flying over the trees. And then I saw her in my dreams. Ev. She cried, she said she was burning. She told me how they had taken her, so no one would find her. So that no one would remember her. Her voice sounded different. And then the same nightmare. The streets on fire. People running. Her smile, bigger than ever, people jumping up to her mouth, disappearing. Her voice, saying that weird name over and over again, [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]. The last time I saw her. I'm tired. I feel like I'm going crazy. I've been trying to remember, and gather courage. I´m going to the place she told me. To the west. Past the abandoned cabin. Going up the mountain, towards the circle of trees. I promised her I would go. I prefer to close the cycle rather than continue to see people forgetting things. People. I even prefer to be mutilated and everyone to forget me than to pretend that none of this happened. And if someone is reading this and I haven´t come back, go find me. On the mountain, all the information is right here. Do not forget me. Come and find me. I´ll be there. April 19, 1997: UPDATES CONCERNING SCP 7430 Since the events that occurred in April, we have reconsidered various aspects of the anomaly. For starters, SCP-7430's anomalous effect has sharpened. When we went after Caleb, there was no way to explain how an ordinary civilian could have evaded our drones, patrol agents, search vehicles, etc. Based on certain contents of the boy's personal diary, we believe that he was guided and aided by SCP-7430-1 to some degree in achieving his goal, meaning that the anomaly has become a more latent danger. Although so many years of successful containment served to reduce the speed of SCP-7430's anomalous effect over a fairly considerable timespan, which is, 4 days for the disappearance of an affected individual, since the breach the effect seems to have sharpened. In the last few days, we have registered multiple cases of wildlife disappearing spontaneously , including those that inhabit the forest as well as birds. We believe that if this effect continues with the same frequency, in 2 weeks a third of the total fauna in the area will be lost. Our research team had already elucidated that while the anomaly was incomplete, and that incineration of the various of its instances slowed their ability to cross into our plane, each individual manifestation of SCP-7430-1 is proportionally more destructive, regardless of the catalyst used. Yes, maybe this time SCP-7430-1 chose a catalyst that would grant it something it hadn't had before, the ability to ¨fully¨ manifest and move voluntarily. But it doesn't change the fact that, hypothetically, it wouldn't take much more than an eye to wreak havoc on a population. We had considered the idea of the Gashadokuro, from Japanese folklore, as a historical manifestation of SCP-7430-1, but further study revealed an interaction of the anomaly with the indigenous groups that originally inhabited the region that is today, Oregon. In the same way that happened with our third research post , we believe that this had an impact on said community developing esoteric and violent behaviors, many times with the extirpation and veneration of human anatomy as a central theme. The subsequent abandonment by these peoples of the area, that caused the drastic reduction of the capabilities of the anomaly, could explain certain qualities of SCP-7430-1: Similar to other beings of thaumaturgical nature, it seems to develop itself based on its perception and the offerings made to it. We should consider ourselves fortunate that it does not understand human physiology in its entirety beyond its destructive interpretations. Regarding the people who came later, we know rather, very little. We have some general information, a cult of about 13 families. Including that of a mayor. They used children, very young, from 6 to 11 years old. They would leave them in the forest, alone, and return to search for them after three days. In all cases, they would lose a single tooth. It was a kind of offering. A thaumaturgical ritual to appease. Only instead of sacrificing human hearts, infant teeth were used. They would repeat this process once a year, from 1942, to 1961. Every time with a different kid. Then something happened in 1962. An 8 year old girl, █████ ██████, was the first one to appear mutilated. The rest were not stupid, and clearly ditressed, they left the area. The solution is rather simple. Don't let more people jump into the grind, allowing the anomaly to manifest itself and expose itself to even more people. SCP-7430-1 should not be considered a god, a ghost, a nymph, a forest spirit, let alone a serial killer. SCP-7430 should be considered non-existent, and this should form an essential part of our containment procedures. We believe that the current situation of SCP-7430 makes impossible any normal habitation in the town, as well as any type of containment, as long as there are people living in the area. We have evacuated the entire town of Lockwood, and considering the above, it is a good time to apply our proposal to update the containment methods as well as the description of the anomaly for a more efficient containment. -██████ ██████, SCP-7430 research team supervisor. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . LOADING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . LOADING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . + There´s a new available version of this article - Close Item #: SCP-7430 Special Containment Procedures: The town of Lockwood, Oregon has remained evacuated and quarantined, along with the surrounding forest, since 1997. Roads leading to the town, or that cross through said forest area have been removed and rerouted. In the same way, the population that inhabited the region was totally amnesticized and relocated, together with all records of the town's existence erased. A fenced quarantine zone has been established around the 1,367,173 acres that the forest surrounding the town covers, and which concentrates the greatest anomalous activity. Any unauthorized person attempting to cross said containment must be urgently arrested and amnestied. Individuals who have crossed the breach must be terminated as soon as possible by any means possible. Testing on human subjects to test the capabilities of SCP-7430's effects is strictly prohibited. Exploration into SCP-7430 is currently prohibited. It is only allowed to monitor the area with the use of drones and other unmanned means. In the event containment fails and an SCP-7430-1 event occurs, the protocol "Vita Custodia" is to be put in place making use of the Scranton reality anchors available in the area as well as remotely activated incineration devices scattered in the whole forest. No further protocols will be needed to extinguish the subsequent fire. All personnel assigned to SCP-7430 are to be subsequently amnestied to forget the event. Unless the "Vita Custodia" protocol must be put in place, there´s no SCP-7430-1 and all staff should be informed about it. Description: SCP-7430 is the abandoned city of Lockwood and all of it's surrounding forest, in [REDACTED], Oregon. While SCP-7430 itself exhibits no self-evident hazards or anomalous properties, SCP-7430's anomalous effect is activated when any organic being crosses into it, at which point it will demanifest after a period between 40 seconds and 6 minutes. This effect occurs whenever said being is within the marked terrain of the forest, regardless of at what height. Commonly, animals affected by the anomaly are expendable, and experience increased stress and aggressive behavior prior to demanifestation. Of the 2 cases of humans who have been lost due to the anomaly, a feeling of dissociation and extreme confusion was recorded before their disappearance. Demanifestation of human subjects is extremely detrimental and may lead to a potential CK-Class (Reality Restructuring) Scenario. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7430" by CrimsonFripp, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7430. Licensed under CC-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. Direct description of SCP-7430-1 and its components (Instances) is detrimental due to its memetic effects. The same applies to any catalyst used by SCP-7430-1. 2. 32, Approximately. 3. This would later cause the assault on his brother in November 4th while he was performing a Mass at the local church. 4. It would later be confirmed that the instances of SCP 7430-1 corresponding to these cases were still missing. 5. The conjecture of forensic experts prior to examination suggested beheading by blunt force as main cause of death. 6. The individual is believed to have accomplished this through, or assisted by, anomalous means. |
SCP-7431 | euclid | SCP-7431-1 illustrated by ████████ ██████ ████████████, Argentina, 1926. Item #: SCP-7431 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7431, being spontaneous, cannot be systematically contained through the means available to the Foundation. Its containment must be carried out through identification and intervention in cases related to it. Any records or information that describes SCP-7431-1 must be censored/deleted. Records of a historical nature are considered of greater relevance and must be confiscated for study. SCP-7431 victims must be immediately detained for interrogation and subsequent amnesticization. Depending on the level at which they were affected by the anomaly, the prescription of anxiolytics or psychiatric treatments is recommended for greater cooperation and a more efficient study of the anomaly. Description: SCP-7431 is a phenomenon that occurs spontaneously and that, at the time of writing this article, has affected approximately 4% of the world's population. This phenomenon causes a sudden state of comatose and uninterrupted sleep in individuals who suffer from it. The duration of the process can vary from 20 minutes to 7 hours, and ends with the individual waking up due to natural causes. This sleep state cannot be interrupted in any way through external factors and all attempts to interrupt this cycle have failed, including methods such as overexposure of the patient to various stimuli as well as the infliction of extreme pain. Approximately 78% of Recorded cases of SCP-7431 develop various anxiety and depression disorders in the time after the event, the most common being schizoid personality disorder and paranoid personality disorder as well as a tendency to self-flagellation. SCP-7431-1 is a metaphysical escape attested by victims of SCP-7431. All information regarding SCP-7431-1 comes from the various testimonies of SCP-7431 victims and from various historical records recovered mainly from European and pre-Columbian sources dating from between the 15th and 17th centuries. The possible relation with the anomaly remains under study. The exact size, properties, origin, or functioning of this space is still under study. General information confirms the existence of a primarily humanoid sub-society, based on hierarchies, extremely hostile and highly volatile. Veneration towards violent ritualistic acts predominates as a cultural constant within this society, leading to acts of torture, excision, and devouring subjected to human individuals who arrive at SCP-7431-1 by its inhabitants. SCP-7431-1 has a property that causes beings who arrive due to SCP-7431 to constantly regenerate their body matter and living tissue, making them virtually indestructible to any damage, or at least, preventing the possibility of death for any subject within the escape. This should be considered a negative factor, since the exposure of individuals to multiple methods of torture without the possibility of dying due to the injuries results in extreme emotional distress and the development of mental disorders in said individuals. The flow of time within SCP-7431-1 also appears to be different from that of the base reality. Individuals who appear to have been in the effects of SCP-7431 for only a short period of time testify to having spent longer periods of time inside the escape. Being the longest time inside ever recorded, according to one subject, of 6 years. Three relevant locations have been identified within the escape: Wasteland: Considerably vast desert that extends for kilometers around the center of SCP-7431-1. It appears to be non-Euclidean in nature, and is normally saturated with humans in perpetual starvation due to the lack of resources. Citadel: Massive structure, similar to the Panopticon, a design ideated by Jeremy Bentham towards the end of the 18th century. It appears to be a center for the highest hierarchies within SCP-7431-1, and is where torture and punishment activities towards humans within the escape are carried out. Tower: Structure that sits on top of the citadel. It contains, according to certain sources, an entity inside. No further information is available. SCP-7431-2 is the collective designation for the multiple entities and beings that inhabit SCP-7431-1, whether native to it or not. Addendum 7431.1: List of known SCP-7431-2 instances A B C D E ✶ Artistic representation of SCP-7431-2-A. Found in The Andes mountains, date undetermined. Designation: SCP-7431-2-A Description: Sentient humanoid entities that roam the wastelands of SCP-7431-1. Its anatomy is characterized by the absence of reproductive organs and any type of body orifice. Testimonies also affirm the absence of certain organs, limbs or other parts of the body. These absences seem to vary depending on the instance. The presence of a single eye of disproportionate size in relation to the size of the skull predominates in all instances. Instances of SCP-7431-2-A move in groups, wandering aimlessly and erratically. Certain witnesses claim to have heard these entities producing vocalizations in different known languages, which are mostly described as short, unintelligible, or mere words without any relationship between them. These vocalizations have been recorded, based on various witnesses and translators, in Portuguese, Russian, English, Spanish, French, Guaraní, Aymara, German, and Mocovi. SCP-7431-2-B. Drawn by German biologist ██████ ████ Designation: SCP-7431-2-B Description: Invertebrate creatures similar to river leeches, with a mass twice the size. They are described with human mouths and dentures. Being carnivorous, scavenger creatures, the younger instances feed on tunnels made in the flesh of the prey by the older instances, feeding mainly on fat and cartilage. Once they grow, their jaws finish developing, allowing them to tear and crush the meat effectively. Designation: SCP-7431-2-C Description: Decapitated heads, usually in groups, impaled on stakes around all of SCP-7431-1. Possessing the quality of regeneration of living tissue, they are constantly consumed by instances of SCP-7431-2-B, who will also form small colonies inside them. They are conscious and can communicate through an indeterminate psychic capacity. Instances of SCP-7431-2-C will normally attempt to attract other humans through calls for help, screams of pain, or mere manipulation, persuading them to attempt to remove them from the stake on which they are impaled. The moment a human makes physical contact with any of these instances, he or she will automatically change places with it, becoming impaled while the previous instance awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. Relevant Encounter/s: Jessica Maertens (19 years old) is affected by SCP-7431 after deciding to take a short sleep on the afternoon of May 9, 2007. After arriving at SCP-7431-1, the subject overcomes the shock and decides to explore the wasteland. After some time, she encounters an instance of SCP-7431-2-C. The subject, as expected, reacts with desperation and fear. After realizing her presence, the instance begins to communicate with the subject, calming her and persuading her to come closer. At that moment, the instance tries to convince the subject to remove it from the stake, arguing that it is the only way it has to return to the real world. After considering it for a couple of minutes, the subject makes physical contact with the instance. The subject replaces the instance, her body de-manifests and her head becomes impaled on the stake. After approximately a year and a half in that state1, already converted into a colony for SCP-7431-2-B, the subject spots a pre-adolescent boy exploring the surroundings. After persuading him to remove her from the stake in the same way, the boy makes physical contact and the subject wakes up in the real world, where barely 20 minutes had passed. In a violent state of ecstasy, the subject runs to the kitchen of her home and attempts to impale 2 kitchen knives in her ears2. While being detained by her parents, who were present at home, the subject ends up hitting her head multiple times against a piece of furniture, and ends up being hospitalized. Already admitted to the hospital, the subject would narrate her experience inside SCP-7431-1 to her psychologist, before commiting suicide on May 11, 2011. SCP-7431-2-D Designation: SCP-7431-2-D Description: Massive entity, with resemblance to a human fetus with notable malformations. It emits a powerful glow and is usually found anchored to the cornice of the citadel. Based on the collection of various testimonies, a cultural practice is reported in which SCP-74312-D is unmoored to wander, floating, above the wasteland for an indeterminate time, to then return and rest on the citadel again. SCP-7431-2-D produces a powerful memetic effect when viewed directly, in which any individual who maintains eye contact for more than 5 seconds will suffer complete spontaneous combustion. Said fire is of an anomalous nature and cannot be extinguished by any means available within SCP-7431-1. Although this effect would be considered fatal, since humans within the escape possess the quality of regeneration of living tissue, combustion in individuals usually occurs constantly and permanently until the state of sleep is abandoned. Relevant Encounter/s: ██████ ███████ (53-years-old),a 17th century French philosopher, would come into contact with SCP-7431-1 at an undetermined date and time. The subject would explore the wasteland for 4 days before witnessing SCP-7431-2-D and going into a combust state. It is theorized that the individual spent 8 months in that state before awakening from the effects of SCP-7431. The subject would end up drawing a representation of SCP-7431-2-D in his diary before publicly committing suicide in Place ██████████████ Designation: SCP-7431-2-E Description: Race of humanoid beings native to SCP-7431-1. Described as being around two and a half meters in size. They have disproportionate strength despite having a muscular system similar to that of a human. Extremely violent beings who are dedicated to the systematic torture of humans within the escape. They usually move through the wasteland in search of new subjects, to then transfer them to the citadel, where they subject them to various methods of torture both through the use of machinery within the structure or through the use of brute force. Relevant Encounter/s: Nicolas Thompson (23 years old): The subject fell asleep during a bus trip to his university on April 4, 2001. Being affected by SCP-7431, he manifests in the SCP-7431-1, in an area near the citadel, where he is quickly intercepted by 3 instances of SCP-7431-2-E. The subject is taken to an upper floor of the citadel, where he is chained and hung by his extremities while 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E continuously punch his abdomen, which tears and recomposes with each blow. This process continues without any interruption for what the subject describes as "Months", until he awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. The subject has been amnested but continues to demonstrate symptoms of post-traumatic stress. Sophia Müller (31 years old) On December 2, 1994, the subject falls under the effects of SCP-7431 in the night, at her home. The subject manifests in the wasteland, where she manages to evade 6 instances of SCP-7431-2-E that hunt her continuously for a week. Finally, the subject succumbs due to lack of food and is taken to the citadel. The subject is submerged in a chamber completely flooded with instances of SCP-7431-2-B during an indetermined, but long period of time. The subject wakes up 30 minutes after entering the sleep period, writes a note for her boyfriend detailing the experience, and commits suicide by [REDACTED] Román Casati (26 years old) On January 2, 1989, the subject, who fell asleep during a party at a friend's house, is affected by SCP-7431 and appears inside the citadel, where he is quickly intercepted by an instance of SCP-7431-2-E, who goes on to squeeze him by the neck and lift him into the air. The instance begins a torture process in which it strangles the subject with his bare hands for two minutes, lets him breathe for 30 seconds, and then strangles him again, repeating the process. The subject describes the duration of the torture as "around two years", until he awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. After a suicide attempt, the subject is hospitalized. The subject has been amnesticized, but demonstrates symptoms of depressive disorder and masochist tendencies. Argentina, circa 1926 Designation: SCP-7431-2- ✶ Description: none Addendum 7431.2: Interview I'm attaching the following archive. Seems relevant. -Gordon. ROUTINE CONTROL 7431 DATE: [REDACTED] SUBJECT: 17 - Nicolas Thompson (Male, 23) Led by Doctor Neil Gordon [BEGIN LOG] INTERVIEWER: Ok, Nicolas. How are you? How have you been feeling? 17: As always doctor, tired. INTERVIEWER: Haven't you slept well these days? 17: I can't really sleep. Sometimes I'm so tired that I just fall asleep in place. But I always wake up very stressed, very agitated. I feel restless. INTERVIEWER: I see, so you still haven't been able to recover your usual sleep schedule? 17: Nah; Every night has been the same. I'm tired of rolling around on my mattress staring at the ceiling. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Nicolas, you should know that you are safe with our professionals and that you can sleep peacefully. You are not in any danger. 17: It's easy for you to say. INTERVIEWER: Okay then. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Alright. Did you stop taking Melatonin? 17: It only gives me more nightmares. I couldn't stop seeing the faces, woke up, wetted my bed. Covered in sweat. I stopped taking it. INTERVIEWER: Okay, let me write that down… You should have a talk with Doctor ████ about it. INTERVIEWER: Emotionally, do you feel better compared to our previous meetings? 17: I would feel better if I could rest. INTERVIEWER: So, same as always? 17: Uh, i wanted to talk about something with you. Something i just remembered, it makes me focus on something else. INTERVIEWER: Okay, explain yourself. 17: I remembered an incident, from 2 or 3 years ago, a classmate- INTERVIEWER: Yeah? 17: Well, I was in high school, one winter day. 17: Uh, we didn't have much to do. This girl was sleeping at her desk, in a corner- INTERVIEWER: Wait one sec- (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Alright go on 17: Then, after like, half an hour, I don't know… this girl jumps up, screaming, totally hysterical. She started banging her head non-stop against her desk, fell to the floor and began biting her forearms. INTERVIEWER: Is this true Nicolas? 17: Yeah, Yeah. So in response they jumped and grabbed her, the girl was bleeding everywhere. She started shouting nonsense, "I don't have legs" "I can't feel my arms" things like that. INTERVIEWER: Okay. What happened next? 17: Well, uh, they took her to an ambulance. Over time, we learned that the girl had schizophrenia. She used to draw or- write weird things in her notebooks, supossed things that didn't happened yet. So she was hospitalized and we never saw her again. INTERVIEWER: Do you know where they admitted her? 17: I have no idea. We were never close. INTERVIEWER: Okay. And why are you telling me this? (Silence) 17: Could it be that the she experienced the same thing i did? INTERVIEWER: I couldn't say with certainty, Nicolas. 17: Uhm INTERVIEWER: But thanks for the information, we'll take a look at her case, if it makes you feel better. Please, don't hide this type of stuff from us. INTERVIEWER: You can go back to your room if you want, we're done. 17: Wait- Doctor. INTERVIEWER: Yeah? 17: You said that if I didn't improve, they would try an experimental therapy on me. …. 17: But when exactly? I- 17: I just want sleep without being afraid. INTERVIEWER: Soon enough. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Oh, Nicolas. 17: Yeah? INTERVIEWER: By any chance, who was the girl exactly? 17: Uhm, I think her name was Alice- 17: Alicia, sorry. (Silence) 17: She was an exchange student. South American. [END LOG] NOTE: Subject 17 presents symptoms typical of lack of sleep; constant tiredness, anxiety, he has stopped eating and has lost a lot of weight, his eyes have become swollen, all accompanied by general discomfort. He still cannot, nor he wants, to fall asleep. However, it seems that he still can provide relevant information, we will wait a bit more before carrying out the amenstization. I only request more clean sheets, they ran out. Or maybe a functional washing machine on site, it's not that hard. I will request an appointment with the research team supervisor to handle the possibility of contacting this girl Alice. Addendum 7431.3: Exploration attempts On ██/██/████, the SCP-7431 research team launched the ██████ project, with the goal of exploring and studying SCP-7431-1 in a controlled environment. For this, SCP-████, derived from the failed ████████ project, would be used. On ██/██/████, a class D subject was implanted with SCP ████, and based on the notes of Argentine artist ████████ ██████ ████████████, a series of specific conditions were put in place to trigger the effects of SCP-7431 in the subject. Despite the time difference that divides our plane of reality from SCP-7431-1, the constant communication of the class D subject describing his experiences in real time based on specifications and orders previously given by project researchers would serve for a greater understanding of the anomaly. Said temporal difference did not allow a real-time exchange with the subject. Advanced recording and editing technology allowed the creation of an understandable record of the subject's experiences. The difference was 35 minutes in the base reality, and 4 hours within SCP-7431-1. While the first exploration was considered a failure due to subject being captured by 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E, at which point the individual's communication became purely erratic, the recovered material continues to be studied and will be taken taken into account for a second exploration already approved and scheduled for ██/██/████ The class D subject was amnesticized and is currently undergoing psychiatric treatment. EXPLORATION LOG DATE: ██/██/████ TEAM: D-21126 [BEGIN LOG] [ D-21126 regains consciousness within SCP-7431-1 ] D-21126: Uhm- D-21126: Yes, uh, i'm inside. D-21126: It's, uh, like… a desert. It's not very hot in here but there's lots of sand so- D-21126: I can see some branches in the distance, sticking out of the sand. I'll go check. [ 5 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: So, these weren't- shit… D-21126: Yeah, these were, uh, people. Arms, in the sand. I tried to remove one and it scratched me, but- D-21126: I wanted to describe the scratch, you told me to report that kind of things but- D-21126: No- I can't find the scratch, I don't see it. Maybe I imagined it? [ 26 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Uh, do you copy me? There are- there are things walking here. Are these the same ones you described? Let me get closer… D-21126: Yes they are. SCP-7431-2-A: Est-Ce Que Tu Peux Me Voir? D-21126: What? SCP-7431-2-A: Je te vois. D-21126: He's talking in- Honestly i don't know what he's saying. D-21126: So, uh, he has no arms, his skin is very pale, it's like, very dry… D-21126: He's just, standing there, looking at me. You told me not to bother them, i think i'm going. There should be many more anyway, right? SCP-7431-2-A: Espèce de putain de cochon D-21126: He's still talking… SCP-7431-2-A: Enfoirée D-21126: Uh. [ 46 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Yes, I see something in the distance. I'm still far away, but it's like… a building, or a tower, but it looks old. It's… all white, it has a dome at the top, emerald green. This thing is huge. D-21126: But there's also a- well- uh.. it's like.. D-21126: Yes, it's like a tower, it looks strange, crooked… but- D-21126: It's like, if I concentrate I can see the details, but when I stop focusing, it fades away, like a mirage… Anyway. I won't get close, I'll move around it, like you guys told me. [ 1 Hour and 38 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: It's starting to get dark. The sky…uh, there's no dusk, I mean, I don't see a sun setting anywhere. It's as if- the sky just turned off, to black. Before, the sky was white, like cloudy, although there are no clouds… now it's like, gray… [ 2 Hours and 25 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: So, I'm behind a rock, on a mound of sand. When it got dark, it was pitch black, no moon and no stars. I couldn't see my own nose and- D-21126: I saw a glow in the distance and approached it. I'm seeing it now, it's people, uh, set on fire, shit- D-21126: Yes, their whole bodies, set on fire. D-21126: There are about 9, or 10… some of them are, well, running, screaming, there's one rolling on the floor, this one doesn't move- but this other one, uh, this one looks like he's dancing. It doesn't seem like he's in pain, it's just like a choreography, he seems very calm. D-21126:..Fuck. [ 2 Hours and 43 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Focus- Hello. Hello- Fuck, they- D-21126: Those- ugly things, they found me. D-21126: Two of them, as soon as they saw me, they ran at full speed towards me, I couldn't even stop to breathe. They're almost like giants- D-21126: I am hidden in a small sinkhole, almost like a cave. There are two more of these things, you know, the ones that can talk. They are standing still, looking at me, doing nothing. I'll try to stay here until they get tired of hunting me, if that at least happens. D-21126: Am I supposed to be asleep? I'm fucking tired… [ 2 Hours and 58 minutes from arrival ] SCP-7431-2-A (1): Deine Angst ist unsinnig D-21126: So.. fuck- I've been thinking- SCP-7431-2-A (1): Es ist nur ein kleiner Kratzer D-21126: It's a very big tower, up there. But there is one detail that- uhm- D-21126: There's this small detail that I noticed while I was watching it. I'm not an idiot, I think there are things about this place that you guys didn't tell me. SCP-7431-2-A (2): Huyeron desde el este para esconder este lugar entre las montañas. ¿Ahora vuelven arrastrándose? Son simples hipócritas. ¿Qué mas se puede esperar del vulgo? D-21126: The tower has a small decoration at the top. A little star, elongated, with 6 points. And I'm pretty sure I've seen it somewhere else. D-21126: In the- uh- “Drawings”, which you showed me as a guide. I saw it a couple of times, like- a crown, or like a halo, i don't remember very well. D-21126: Remember, like, a while ago? When I said there were no stars in the sky? SCP-7431-2-A (1): Wenn ich das gewusst hätte, hätte ich mich in die Zitadelle gestürzt. Was für ein Privileg. Was für ein Privileg. SCP-7431-2-A (1): Well, right now I'm looking at the sky, and- uh- I think I was wrong. There's one. It's the same, exact one. You guys should write that down somewhere. [ Pause ] D-21126: Anyway, maybe I'll get lucky. Maybe it won't be long until- SCP-7431-2-A (1): Die Kameradschaft ist angekommen. D-21126: What? No- [ D-21126 is intercepted by the 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E, who attack him. The pain caused by the attack added to the desperation of the moment makes communication erratic and unintelligible. ] SCP-7431-2-A (2): Que Dios lo bendiga! [END LOG] Addendum 7431.4: Relevant Material The following is a fragment from a letter written by the Bulgarian Esotericist Artyom. Said fragment presents a description of SCP-7431. Circa 1852. My dear Irina. In my trips to the west, not the English west but the southern west, I was able to briefly coexist with the tribes who abound in the rocky mountain range that embraces Río de la Plata. Not very nice country, they use their farmers as hunting dogs against the Indigenous people, who hunt the farmers as well. But among all the barbarism, the mountain was a peaceful territory, although deadly cold. Thank God I was able to take my trusted translator to American soil to have a coherent introspection regarding a tribe who lived there. The group of, if I remember correctly, 60, or 70 villagers. They live in constant fear. More during the night. But it is not something that keeps them up at night because sleep itself is what terrifies them. They have cultivated a fruit, its origin or properties are a mystery to us. But it numbs the muscles and clouds the mind, without putting it to sleep. So they stay awake non-stop all day, every day. It is a curse that has plagued them for several generations. Not the generation that moved freely through the meadows, before the Spanish people, but before. Nor the generation that went through odysseys to reach the American continent, no, before. They were fugitives, who lived without identity and without hands. There was no work, no virtue, only pure submission. The punishment of their children were the visions, the forced visits to their original realm. The dream is the window to the underlying, but this place is not a reflection of any kind but rather a physical dimension not accessible to the rest, with its own time and its own laws. Laws and laws. Natural and man-made. But they are not men. They are also afraid of the stars, they rest in cloth tents so as not to see the sky. My dear, a Monarch is not a monarch without two things, material influence and psychic influence. He who lacks those two things will become an Ozimandias. Perhaps that abomination that moves through the heads of the innocent already haves said knowledge. It is not a dream that belongs to man, it is not an interpretation of our perspective, but a window. It is perhaps that thing that dreams of us, and molds us in the image and likeness of its fantasies, the dream of which we are its ideal subjects, to pray for the inmortality of it's Kingdom. So that it can survive through our memories, reliving the same barbarism cyclically. Meanwhile, I m happy knowing that I can sleep in peace. Dream in peace. I will see you in my dreams. -Artyom +Update 7431 - Close On ██/██/████, the Foundation made contact with the Westin Hills psychiatric hospital, located in ██████, with the objective of establishing contact with subject Alicia Duarte, 23 years old, who would have been hospitalized for 3 years and 6 months. However, the Foundation was notified of her disappearance, which had occurred 2 days before. As seen in the security camera record, at 2:16 AM, Alicia would have fled, evading security, to finally jump out a window and run away, getting lost in the woods adjacent to the asylum facilities. After a subsequent search, only the girl's clothes were found, thrown inside a burrow in a secluded area of the nearby forest. Among the recovered materials, only a couple of meaningless writings of little relevance were found. Alicia Duarte, as of the date of writing this document, is still missing and being searched by local authorities. The recovery of a supposed document written by the subject is considered a high priority for the study of SCP-7431. +Relevant, recovered materials - Close . ."Casa" (Date unknown) Footnotes 1. It is believed that the individual was able to calculate this time using the day and night cycles within SCP-7431-1 2. This is believed to be due to physical trauma caused by SCP-7431-2-B |
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padding: 2vw; } SCP-7432 Safe Class / Level Three / TL-7432 Special Containment Procedures SCP-7432 must not be removed from 17 Cromwell Street, London until the Foundation of TL-7432 does so independently. The discovery of SCP-7432 on September 9, 1999, must not be averted or delayed. SCP-7432 must be present at Site-115 on February 26, 2188, alongside SCP-23049 (of TL-7432), which must undergo an Oblique Event on that day.1 Chronology Department personnel must avoid and avert any actions or events which may significantly alter these events. The annual documentation of SCP-7432 must be regularly reviewed to identify unexpected historic alterations. A temporal tracking device must be incorporated into every spatial tracking device the Foundation of TL-7432 attaches to SCP-7432. The temporal tracker attached to SCP-7432 on February 26, 2188, must be Model XRTD-MCD/IV, regardless of inferiority and/or redundancy. The whenabouts of SCP-7432 must be constantly monitored to ensure the item is returned to TL-7432 by February 26, 2188. Further containment procedures enacted by the Foundation of TL-7432, varying by era, are available on request and must be complied with. Description SCP-7432 is a small trapezoidal keystone approximately 15 centimetres in height, 11 to 16 centimetres in width and depth, and weighing 7 kilograms. The item appears to be comprised entirely of granite; due to its secondary anomalous function, samples cannot be safely obtained to confirm this and/or discern the origin of the granite. The front face of SCP-7432 is engraved with a triskelion,2 surrounded by a ring of glyphs of unknown origin. The primary anomalous property of SCP-7432 manifests when it is held against, or used as, the keystone of an arched doorway with a functional door. If a subject touches SCP-7432 while imagining a desired location, the opened door will lead directly to the location; the only known limitation to potential destinations is that they must possess at least the same three spatial dimensions as baseline reality. SCP-7432 can otherwise be used to access any cognisable location, including alternate time periods and timelines, altered states of reality, and locations with subjective correlation to concepts.3 The secondary, passive property of SCP-7432 is its central role in a temporal loop, present only in TL-7432 and thus serving as the timeline’s distinguishing feature: February 26, 1606: SCP-7432 manifests in a delivery of stone in the Cromwell Street construction yard, resulting in its misuse as the keystone for 17 Cromwell Street, London’s front entrance. The error is not corrected. September 9, 1999: Resident Adam Loe returns to 17 Cromwell Street intoxicated; he accidentally triggers the item, transporting himself to his hometown of Bingara, Australia. SCP-7432 is subsequently discovered by the Foundation, relocated to Site-115 for containment, and replaced with a non-anomalous replica. February 26, 2188: SCP-23049, while stored at Site-115, undergoes its 9th Oblique Event, coincidentally displacing SCP-7432 to the year 1606 under the exact circumstances of its manifestation. As a result of this, SCP-7432 is never physically created, possesses no discernible origin, and undergoes no permanent alterations across the entirety of its functionally-infinite existence; investigating Chronology Department personnel suggest this lattermost aspect may be due to an unrecognised regenerative property, however testing cannot be conducted to confirm this due to the potential creation of a temporal paradox. Addenda Containment Failure An unknown influence is causing SCP-7432 to demanifest from TL-7432 on March 12, 2009, preventing the temporal loop from being resolved. However, TL-7432 is not undergoing an expected total temporal collapse; the events of February 26, 1606, through to March 12, 2009, continue unaltered, including the paradoxical existence of SCP-7432.4 Following the demanifestation of SCP-7432, TL-7432 is spontaneously replaced by an unidentified, metastable branch timeline designated TL-7432-!. The temporal tracker of SCP-7432 is transmitting from within TL-7432-!, suggesting that SCP-7432 is remanifesting in a potentially recoverable state. Task Force Ora-4 is being dispatched to recover SCP-7432 if able, and document the contents of TL-7432-!. Footnotes 1. For further information on Oblique Events, see: SCP-23049 (TL-7432). 2. A Neolithic symbol of uncertain origin, consisting of three interconnected spirals. 3. E.g. ‘somewhere I can be happy’ may lead the subject to a location containing elements they will perceive as enjoyable. 4. 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SCP-7433 | euclid | Date: Feb. 10, 1994 Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy Clanger Interviewee: Ms. Dahlia Soros [PARTIAL TRANSCRIPT BEGIN] Dr. Clanger: […] That should be all, Mrs. Soros. Thank you again for your time. Ms. Soros: No, no, none on me. At my age, my two best friends are Pat Sajak and Bob Barker. It's nice to have someone who responds to me. Dr. Clanger: If you have any questions, call my number. [Dr. Clanger takes out a small notepad and a pen and begins writing.] Consider this a token of gratitude for the interview. Ms. Soros: Oh, you- [Ms. Soros pauses. Dr. Clanger finishes her note.] Dr. Clanger: I may not respond within the hour, but I'll make time to get back to you. I always return a fa- Ms. Soros: You. Dr. Clanger: Pardon, Mrs. Soros? Ms. Soros: Why can't I… place you… Dr. Clanger: Forgive me, Mrs. Soros, you might be confusing- Ms. Soros: No, no, I'm sorry. You- you look like someone I knew a long time ago. Dr. Clanger: … tell me more. Ms. Soros: She was so pretty, just like you. She had these eyes you could stare at for hours. You could fall into them like dark pools. She never looked back at you, though. Dr. Clanger: Was she a companion of yours? Ms. Soros: She came a few times. I guess she liked me well enough. She gazed out the window while I made her soup. She told me about an Irish boy she loved. [Mrs. Soros' eyes widen.] Eva McDoyle! You look just like her… I'm sorry. Dr. Clanger: Don't apologize, Mrs. Soros; it's no concern. Ms. Soros: She… she died in '34. Was it a Wednesday or a Thursday? She got into trouble. The law caught up to her. Dr. Clanger: That's terrible. I'm sorry for your loss. Ms. Soros: It's alright. I got to meet her one last time after. [Dr. Clanger grabs a notepad and pen once more.] Dr. Clanger: After she passed? Ms. Soros: … Did you say "passed"? Dr. Clanger: Yes, passed. I… sorry, I must have misheard you. Ms. Soros: Don't worry. All I mean is that we had a brief goodbye. She came to the house and said farewell; she gazed at the dark woods behind the house. She left before I could say something other than "goodbye." That was the last time I saw her before she died. Dr. Clanger: … Mrs. Soros, when did Ms. McDoyle die? [PARTIAL TRANSCRIPT END] The only known photograph of Ms. Eva McDoyle. Item #: SCP-7433 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the anomaly's localized nature, HMCL supervisor Dr. Cassidy Clanger has implemented low-priority disinformation protocols regarding SCP-7433: all references to SCP-7433's survival after her murder should be discredited as myths. Documentation regarding SCP-7433 should be transferred to Site-44's Archival Wing. The whereabouts of Ms. Eva McDoyle are unknown. Description: SCP-7433 is Eva McDoyle, an American chorus girl and wanted murderer. According to written accounts in newspapers, police reports, and Ms. McDoyle’s tombstone, SCP-7433 was shot by local police from Raywood, Arkansas, on March 1st, 1934, at 2:53 AM. See the following extract, taken from the local Arkansas Advance newspaper on the day of SCP-7433's death, provided by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics: TWISTED TWIRLY SHOT BY POLICE This morning, the former star performed her last dance. After two months on the run from law enforcement, the brave men from little old Raywood took down Eva McDoyle, killer of bank teller Jacob Carlyle and perpetrator of numerous assaults, robberies, and murders. Fearful Arkansans from Fayetteville to Fort Smith spotted the larger-than-life outlaw, known for her vicious attacks with farming tools. The woman skewered poor Carlyle, her fiancé, with a pitchfork. Now Arkansas may fear no more: the criminal fell face-first onto the Raywood dirt with four holes in her back. "Folks can stop with the reports now," police commissioner David Querel told reporters. "Any minute spent on this dead case is one not spent on live crime." Raywood police spotted a man wearing an Irish cap and overalls having a one-to-one with the killer before dashing into the night. Knowledgeable citizens are encouraged to pitch in any tidbits they may have about this person. Ms. McDoyle died at the scene. Despite this, all oral testimony attests to SCP-7433 surviving past this date; Raywood citizens insist Ms. McDoyle died of pneumonia on May 13th, 1944. They do not acknowledge the contradiction between the two supposed deaths. Dr. Cassidy Clanger inadvertently discovered SCP-7433 while investigating another anomaly in the area. After preliminary examinations of other Raywood citizens, Dr. Clanger organized several interviews regarding SCP-7433 with relevant individuals. Addendum 7433-1: Interviews Date: Feb. 16, 1994 Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy Clanger Interviewee: Mr. David Querel [BEGIN] Mr. Querel: Twirly? That's a name I haven't heard in fifty years. [laughs] You got a hunch or something? An explanation? Corruption scandal? If this is televised, I want to know what I'm getting into.1 Dr. Clanger: In reality, sir, I have more questions than answers. Of course, we know about her murder spree, but- [Mr. Querel cackles.] Dr. Clanger: I'm sorry? Mr. Querel: Sorry, ma'am, I just… most folks know nothing about this girl. Zip. The mouthbreathers of Arkansas couldn't tell a perpetrator from a crop cultivator. They attributed any old thing to the girl. And if she did hurt a farmer or two, it was probably in self-defense. But, the public loved a fiery female. [Mr. Querel sighs.] Mr. Querel: But what do I know? That was all outside my jurisdiction. I'm reporting what I heard, is all. Her reputation surpassed her actions. God knows jack happens in Raywood. Dr. Clanger: Am I led to believe she didn't skewer her partner with a pitchfork? Mr. Querel: … As far as I know, that happened. Maybe not with the gruesome motion picture details, but it happened, body and all. Folks probably conflated that murder with all the others happening then. The boys figured it was a standard case: man goes downtown with another girl, partner gets suspicious, blam. But we never found a motive. Just a paper note in a pool of blood. Dr. Clanger: What did the note say? Mr. Querel: Completely illegible. Dr. Clanger: Well, why did you kill her if you thought she was largely framed? Mr. Querel: I never said she was innocent. Just know we did what we had to do. It was public hysteria, ma'am. In the public's eyes, an accusation was as concrete as cold evidence. They would've killed her if not for us. If you ask me… we put her out of her misery. Imagine her, cold and hungry and barely scraping by with the help of ignorant or benevolent strangers. Poor Twirly. Dr. Clanger: Did you see her after the shoot-out? [Mr. Querel stares at Dr. Clanger.] Mr. Querel: … Why, yes. Yes, I did. She crept beneath the shadows of the buildings across the station. I don't think she remembered where she was going. She tried to keep out of our sight, but I saw her anyway. Clear as a spring morning. She kept her eyes away from mine, but I ran up and grabbed her by the collar. Twirly looked dirtier than a pair of farmer's shoes. I just stared at her with my mouth open, but the only words came out of her mouth: "Where's Dolly?" And somehow, all I could do was point her in the right direction. Dr. Clanger: Ms. Soros? Mr. Querel: Yes, if that's her name. That was before Twirly died of pneumonia. I do not know how many more she saw. [END] Date: Feb. 17, 1994 Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy Clanger Interviewee: Mrs. Angela Rosa [BEGIN] Mrs. Rosa: Eva McDoyle? You conjure memories sweet and sour, Mrs. Clanger. Dr. Clanger: How did you know her? Mrs. Rosa: She visited a few times. Always grateful for my food, which I can't say for other people here. [Mrs. Rosa laughs.] Dr. Clanger: She was a regular, then. Mrs. Rosa: Eva was consistent. At three in the morning, I would see a figure creeping among our crops, keeping a low profile. I knew that was her. I could never let her in by day; my husband would kill me. [laughs] She always creaked open the door and scanned the kitchen for people, but it was always me in the corner. She would eat my Mole de Olla and stare into the bowl. I offered her to dance because I knew she could, but she never took me up on it. Her eyes… looked like black stones in the snow. You cannot dance without looking at the eyes. Dr. Clanger: Did you know anyone else who knew her? Mrs. Rosa: You know Dolly, yes? Dr. Clanger: I met her a couple of days ago. Mrs. Rosa: She is so nice, no? Dr. Clanger: I don't know her personally, but I enjoyed our time. She seemed rather lonely. Mrs. Rosa: We were all so lonely in those times: so wrapped up in ourselves and our conditions. I ran a flower shop back then. Have you ever thought about how much work goes into a flower shop? Dr. Clanger: A lot of work, presumably. Mrs. Rosa: My husband fertilized the fields; I fertilized the flowers. But I think Eva gave relief from that. I had so few people to really talk to. Eva gave me company, even if she didn't stay for long. Dr. Clanger: Did you know what she had done? Mrs. Rosa: At first, I feared her. Mama always told me legends as a girl about la Llorona, and I think those bedside stories rubbed off on me as I aged. The story varied so much over time; it seemed like that woman was guilty of everything. But there was more behind the myths than the younger me thought. A person can be scary and sympathetic. Eva scared everyone, and everyone cared for Eva. Dr. Clanger: When was the last time you saw her? Mrs. Rosa: She came to my house at the usual time, maybe 1944. I asked who she had visited. Dolly, Old Benny, Ruth, me. Except for Dolly and me, everyone has moved on to another world. But she had one more person to visit. Dr. Clanger: A man? Mrs. Rosa: … A man. [END] Date: Feb. 20, 1994 Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy Clanger Interviewee: Mr. Charles Walsh [BEGIN] [Dr. Clanger walks into Mr. Walsh's room. Mr. Walsh looks up from reading a newspaper and quickly rises from his seat.] Dr. Clanger: I apologize if I startled you. Mr. Walsh: No… I'm sorry, you just… Dr. Clanger: Look like someone you knew? Mr. Walsh: Yes. How did you know? Dr. Clanger: I want to ask you about Eva McDoyle. Mr. Walsh: Look I'm… I'm sorry, but I can't do this right now. I know we scheduled and all, but- Dr. Clanger: It's perfectly fine. We can talk at a better time. I can give you my number. [Dr. Clanger begins pulling out a notepad.] Mr. Walsh: Wait, wait. I can do this. What do you want to know? Dr. Clanger: Is that your hat on the wall? [Dr. Clanger gestures to a flat cap hanging on an adjacent wall. Mr. Walsh turns to the cap] Mr. Walsh: So long ago… Dr. Clanger: Mr. Walsh, what were you doing on March 1st, 1934? Mr. Walsh: Listen. We had met before. Of course, Ev had met with everybody, but we saw each other more often than anyone. You wouldn't believe the number of times she slept in my attic. The times we shared our meager foods and ate off the same small plate. She talked to me about her life. I guess we had something in common. Dr. Clanger: Did she talk about what she had done? Mr. Walsh: She felt as if she were shrouded in an opaque black fog of grief and regret. She didn't know why she killed Jacob, but she knew she hurt many innocent people. A string of blood, Ev said. She just wanted to live normally again, without a tabloid name. Without the cloud of crimes she committed… and those she hadn't. Dr. Clanger: She could never live normally, though. Mr. Walsh: When the voice of Commissioner Querel echoed in the street, Ev pulled me aside on the sidewalk. She couldn't stop glancing at the street corner. She told me that everything would be okay; that life would go on just as normal the next night. She looked over her shoulder and saw the shadows closing in. She faced away from me and yelled "Run!" Dr. Clanger: You ran. Mr. Walsh: And the next night… nothing changed. And it was natural. Nothing to question. We would continue seeing each other for the next ten years. Dr. Clanger: Until she said goodbye. [Mr. Walsh rubs his eyes.] Mr. Walsh: Ev pushes the door open and embraces me. I try to console her: I stroke her hair and rock her, but she won't stop crying. I ask her the problem. And for the first time… for the first time, she looks at me. Her eyes can't look at anything but me. I fall into the inky waters of her eyes and sink into the abyss. Monsters fill the abyss, but a hole shines at the bottom, like a photonegative of her eyes. I fall through the hole. She says that she loves me. Dr. Clanger: That she loves you? Mr. Walsh: That she loves me. Dr. Clanger: And what does she really say? Mr. Walsh: … She says, "I have to go." [The clocks strike. A gust of wind fills the room.] Dr. Clanger: How do you know she died of pneumonia? Mr. Walsh: I told people that. But I don't know if she is dead at all. [END] Addendum 7433-2: Incident On March 1st, 1994, a Foundation webcrawler noted a reference to anomalous phenomena on a cemetery interment database. A response team rushed to the Raywood Baptist Church Cemetery. They found the gravestone of Mr. Charles Walsh, who had died eight days prior. Mr. Walsh's flat cap laid against the stone; a small note sat inside the cap. Rain rendered the note illegible. Footnotes 1. Dr. Clanger had informed Mr. Querel that she intended to use her research into Ms. McDoyle for a true crime television special. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7433" by Dudley Threatt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7433. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Item#: SCP-7434 Level1 Containment Class: chelovek Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond Agent Muchina Tantei N/A Special Containment Procedures:1 By order of the Department of Human Resources, Ms. Lauraine is to avoid (if possible) from interacting with individuals who possess a CRV lower than 15 (see below). A group of selected security personnel has been assigned to her in order to enforce this. Description: SCP-7434 is the designation given to an as-of-yet unknown anomaly currently affecting Consulting Advisor Ms. Madisyn "Maddy" Lauraine, the deputy representative for the Ethics Committee, currently stationed at Site-400. She is an adult female of indeterminate descent, weight, and height, having green eyes and ginger hair. Prolonged observation has revealed that SCP-7434 seems to somehow be able to alter a number of Foundation personnel's perception of Ms. Lauraine. It appears that whenever they are in the presence of Ms. Lauraine, these personnel express feelings of increased affection and endearment towards the individual in question. As a result, they would often infantilize Ms. Lauraine, calling her inappropriate pet names such as "cutie" and "little lady". It's important to note that individuals who possess a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of over 15 is immune to SCP-7434's effects. As such, investigation into the exact nature of SCP-7434 is currently being headed by Junior Agent Muchina Tantei (CRV=21.5), detective for the Department of Human Resources: Internal Investigation Division. Addendum 7434-1, HR Intervention: Following SCP-7434's discovery and assessment of properties, the Department of Human Resources offered Ms. Lauraine a retransferral of her duties to another Foundation facility, one whose majority of personnel possesses a CRV of over 15. However, Ms. Lauraine refused the offer, stating that SCP-7434 does not bother her enough to disrupt her duties at Site-400. Addendum 7434-2, Site Director's Involvement: Audio Log 7434/936-SD Date: 26/09/2017 Location: The front desk of Site Director Desmond's office Personnel Present: Assistant Director Benjamin Moore Agent Muchina Tantei Foreword: I think it's worth mentioning here that Assistant Moore has a CRV of 13, thus making him susceptible to SCP-7434's effects. — Agent Tantei <BEGIN LOG> Asst. Dir. Moore: Please leave. Agt. Tantei: I will, after I get to speak with the Director. Asst. Dir. Moore: For the last time, I'm sure if you e-mailed him on SCiP.Net, he'll get back to you as soon- Agt. Tantei: I want to speak with him in person. Asst. Dir. Moore: And like I said before, Director Desmond is busy at the moment, and won't be able to see anyone right now. Agt. Tantei: His office's lights aren't even turned on. The bastard's probably taking a nap on his couch for all I know. Asst. Dir. Moore: (clears his throat) Please refrain from insulting Director Desmond. And for the lights, that's nothing to be suspicious of. He… just likes working in the dark. I think. Agt. Tantei: Saying that he's not in his office would've been a better excuse, you know that? Asst. Dir. Moore: Well, that just would not be… entirely true. What do you want with him anyway? I thought I already put up a notice at the door saying all inquiries to Director Desmond should go through me. Did you not bloody read it? Agt. Tantei: Out of sight, out of mind. Asst. Dir. Moore: You suck, you know that? Agt. Tantei: Look, this is a matter of utmost importance to the Department of Human Resources. I need to speak to the Director immediately. Asst. Dir. Moore: Is this about that one scip with Maddy? 7434, I believe? I thought you lot already got your ConProcs set up for it. Gotta say, that shit caused one hell of a paperwork nightmare having to assign a bunch of guards to a c- Agt. Tantei: Maddy? Might I remind you, Assistant Moore, that she is Miss Lauraine to you. After all, the Ethics Committee is only second to the Overseer Council. Maintain some respect. Asst. Dir. Moore: Right, right yeah, sure. Sorry. (chuckles) "Miss Lauraine". When did she ever get a full n- Agt. Tantei: Back to the topic at hand, since I can't see Director Desmond for whatever reason, maybe you can give me some insight on this case. Asst. Dir. Moore: I don't know, mate. You kinda took most of your appointment time- Agt. Tantei: Apologies for being blunt here, but during the span of my investigation, it just seems that the Adminstration and Oversight Section, seemingly along with the Director's office, can't seem to care about Miss Lauraine's situation in the slightest. Am I wrong? Asst. Dir. Moore: (sighs deeply) Agt. Tantei: Everything relating to either Miss Lauraine or SCP-7434, the HR Department has to deal with, even the creation of the scip file itself. And Administration can't seem to be bothered with properly giving disciplinary action to personnel found to be harassing Miss Lauraine. It's like you're all part of this huge cover-up that, for some reason, relies on not dealing with SCP-7434. Asst. Dir. Moore: Harassing's a strong word, but I suppose you lot would see it that way. Look, there is no cover-up, alright? 400's too weird to have anything going on behind the scenes. Besides, 7434 is an anomaly, no? Why would we punish people who're most likely under the effects of an anomaly? Agt. Tantei: Uh, well… SCP-7434 is an unknown anomaly, so there might be a small chance that- Asst. Dir. Moore: Look, mate, I think you gotta understand something here. You're neither the first nor the only person to ask about the thing with Miss Lauraine. You wanna know what I tell'em every time they ask me this? "Just roll with it. Because even if you told it straight to those lots' faces, they wouldn't care". Agt. Tantei: (clears throat) Regardless, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. You'll see. Asst. Dir. Moore: Oh my God, you know what? I sincerely hope you do. Maybe then you'll stop yapping on about how some of us aren't doing our jobs, eh? Agt. Tantei: I did not say that! <END LOG> Addendum 7434-3: During the span of Ms. Lauraine's allocation to Site-400, Foundation personnel have reported some unusual behaviour surrounding some of Ms. Lauraine's actions. From those reports, these behaviours include: refusal to use proper cutlery when eating food. refusal to open doors, often asking her assigned escort to do it for her. entering and immediately exiting various rooms for no apparent reason. easily getting distracted by the appearance of small insects, especially roaches and houseflies. On the 26th of September, 2017, these reports were brought up by Agent Tantei to Ms. Lauraine, when the former met the latter by chance in Site-400's main cafeteria. However, before he was able to get a complete explanation, Ms. Lauraine quickly stated that she needed to "do urgent business outdoors" and bolted out of the cafeteria. Addendum 7434-4, Memetic Research Report: Audio Log 7434/530-MR Date: 27/09/2017 Location: Site-400's Memetic Research Lab Personnel Present: Dr. Kyran Kelly Agent Muchina Tantei Foreword: Two days prior, I requested Dr. Kyran Kelly (aka Head of the Department of Memetic and Countermemetic Research, aka the person with the most highest CRV in 400) to do a memetic screening on SCP-7434, and see if xey can give me a clue on what it actually is. — Agent Tantei <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Kelly: There's nothing. Agt. Tantei: What? Dr. Kelly: Why're you surprised? I texted that to you an hour ago before you got here. Agt. Tantei: That can't be right. You sure you tried everything? Dr. Kelly: Pretty sure I did. Whatever the anomaly is, it sure as hell ain't memetic. Agt. Tantei: Who did you test it on? Dr. Kelly: Like you said, I did it with guys with a CRV less than fifteen. All of them got negative results on any sort of memetic influence. Agt. Tantei: Did you alter the results in any way? Dr. Kelly: Dude. Agt. Tantei: Right, sorry. Just making sure. (sighs) How about antimemetic properties? Maybe it just wants us to think that it's not memetic. Dr. Kelly: I can look into it, but I doubt there'd be anything. Even memes that are actually antimemes give off some results. In this case, there's nada. Agt. Tantei: You deal with semiohazards too, right? And infohazards? Maybe SCP-7434 is something like- Dr. Kelly: You're pushing your luck, man, 'cause I don't know what else to tell ya. Either the anomaly isn't even memetic in the first place, or something else is making people act like Miss Lauraine's a pet they can play with. Agt. Tantei: Any personal theories? I'm more or less leaning towards conspiratorial cover-ups at the moment. Dr. Kelly: Eh, don't think that's entirely it. 400's too weird to have anything going on behind the scenes. Though, I did find it unusual that Miss Lauraine would deny the offer HR gave her. She told you anything about that? Agt. Tantei: Hm? Dr. Kelly: You talked with Miss Lauraine, right? Did she tell you why she denied the offer from HR? Agt. Tantei: Oh, haven't done the interview with her. Not yet. Dr. Kelly: What? Agt. Tantei: You look upset. Dr. Kelly: You didn't talk with the single individual who is literally the central component of an anomaly? Who exactly is the detective here?! Agt. Tantei: Hey, watch it! I'm doing what's called the Shelby-Chappell investigation method. Look it up. Dr. Kelly: The one where the detective interviews the most likely suspect last? Agt. Tantei: Exactly. That way, the points taken from previous interviews with the other people would connect on their own when the main suspect gives their take on the case. Dr. Kelly: That's stupid, but whatever you say, man. Agt. Tantei: Besides, I did talk with Ms. Lauraine a little bit… unofficially. I asked her about the reports people have been filing on her "unusual behaviour". Dr. Kelly: Oh yeah, I heard about that from a friend of mine. Said that she… doesn't like opening doors or something? Wait, maybe I heard it wrong. Agt. Tantei: Stress, probably. I'd imagine having people all over your grill can't be a pleasant experience. (pauses) Y'know, I've been curious. Do you happen to know what Ms. Lauraine's CRV is? Dr. Kelly: Right, about that. I was also curious 'cause, well, I thought it might connect to how the anomaly works. But for some reason the Ethics Committee's records on her personnel profile didn't have anything on it. They tested her with pretty basic memetic human cognition screening, but the results just showed blank. Agt. Tantei: That can't be right. If I learned anything from the Investigating Internal Affairs seminar, it's that everybody in the Foundation has a CRV record. Even the Overseers. Dr. Kelly: True. Well, except for Professor Kain Pathos Crow. He was a special case. Agt. Tantei: Why? Dr. Kelly: He's a dog. FYI, animals naturally don't have CRV. Agt. Tantei: The Foundation employs animals? Dr. Kelly: Employed. Dogs don't live very long. Agt. Tantei: Damn. You couldn't have made that less depressing? Dr. Kelly: I say what I say. Agt. Tantei: We're getting sidetracked. (sighs) The Committee not recordkeeping Miss Lauraine's CRV is certainly suspicious, and it just seems like they're in on this too, whatever this is. What does it all mean? Dr. Kelly: Well, you might've known if you had thought for a second and actually talked with Miss Lauraine. Probably wouldn't need to waste my time helping with your case. Agt. Tantei: Alright, alright! Jeez. Let that go, will ya? I'll do it tomorrow. Keep up the whiney talk and I might not credit you when I crack this thing wide open and become a Silver Star medalist. Dr. Kelly: To be honest, I wouldn't care either way. <END LOG> Addendum 7434-5, Unanticipated Phenomenon: On the 27th of September, 2017, Ms. Lauraine was suddenly rushed to Site-400's Health and Pathological Infirmary by her assigned escorts after her colleagues were playfully brushing Ms. Lauraine's hair and found that some strands of hair had stuck to their hands. Dr. Vivaca Lisette, who was the only on-duty physician at the time, was ordered to conduct a medical examination on Ms. Lauraine and to report any sort of irregularity that would explain her spontaneous hair loss. Dr. Lisette at first refused to do so, citing that it would be "a waste of everyone's time". After being informed that failure to do so would result in subsequent disciplinary action (on account of not abiding her superior's orders for no logical reason), Dr. Lisette eventually capitulated and reluctantly conducted the examination. Following a few minutes, Dr. Lisette discharged Ms. Lauraine from the infirmary and reported to the escorts that what Ms. Lauraine experienced was completely natural and that "there's no need for anyone to make a fuss". When inquired if it was a unique medical condition that affected Ms. Lauraine, Dr. Lisette disaffirmed this, saying that her shedding condition is normal, especially in the autumn season for "domestic indoor types such as [Ms. Lauraine]". Dr. Lisette was promptly given a verbal warning for describing Ms. Lauraine in such inappropriate terms. Addendum 7434-6, Final Interview: Audio Log 7434/925-OC Date: 28/09/2017 Location: Site-400's outdoor courtyard Personnel Present: Ms. Madisyn Lauraine Agent Muchina Tantei Foreword: N/A <BEGIN LOG> Sounds of footsteps crunching on top of leaves. Agt. Tantei: Weird place to do an interview, eh, miss? Ms. Lauraine: Well, you said I could choose. Haven't been outside in a while so, y'know, thought this could be a good chance to catch some fresh air. Agt. Tantei: Of course, of course. Wait, didn't you already go outside… when we met in the cafeteria- Ms. Lauraine: Ah, no, well… I didn't have the chance to enjoy the scenery and such 'cause, y'know what I mean. Agt. Tantei: S-sure. Uhh, do we start now or…? Ms. Lauraine: You already got your recording thingamajig on, so why not? Agt. Tantei: Good point. So, something that's been on my mind lately is, why exactly did you refuse the offer Human Resources gave you? Y'know, the one about transferring Sites? Ms. Lauraine: Ugh, are those guys still holding up about that for some reason? Like I said in the file, the SCP, uhh… Sorry, what slot did it- Agt. Tantei: SCP-7434. Ms. Lauraine: Ah, yes. Like I said, I just thought 7434 didn't bother me enough to make me quit working here. I don't know why, but this place just feels special, y'know? Like, it's too weird to have anything going on behind the scenes. Agt. Tantei: I… see. But surely it would be extremely uncomfortable for you, to get unwillingly coddled all the time and be called unsavoury nicknames- Ms. Lauraine: Oh please. It's fun to be doted on and spoiled once in a while, don't you think? Besides, I don't really mind them doing all that. And if it ever gets unbearable, I could just scratch their eyes out, yeah? Agt. Tantei: I, uhh, suppose? Ms. Lauraine: See? You get it. Agt. Tantei: Another thing… about the reports I mentioned during our brief exchange in the cafeteria, was hoping you could give some insight on that? Ms. Lauraine: Right right. Well, how do I explain it? At times I get these impulses and urges that I can't seem to control. Like when I see a roach, I just feel the need to- Agt. Tantei: Ah, okay. Say no more, miss. I understand. Footsteps halt. The whistling of wind is now audible. Ms. Lauraine: Look there, in the distance. Do you see it? Agt. Tantei: A… tree? Ms. Lauraine: It's a sessile oak tree, by the looks of it. I heard it was planted way before even the Site got built and established. Agt. Tantei: Huh, okay. Ms. Lauraine: I've always been curious about the birds that sometimes perch up there. Agt. Tantei: What's that, miss? Ms. Lauraine: Nothing. Agt. Tantei: (coughs) What's the place behind it? Looks kinda overgrown compared to here. Ms. Lauraine: Think they're planning on making it the on-site cemetery. It's gonna be a place for burying the anomalous folks they got here. Did you know, when they die, their decaying flesh is categorised as Esoteric Waste? So they're thinking it would be a big risk if it was buried alongside regular corpses. (sighs) If I remember your HR profile correctly, this is your first assignment, right, Agent? Agt. Tantei: I… Yeah, it is. Ms. Lauraine: (chuckles) Why do you look upset? C'mon, relax. I would never expect you to be less incompetent if it wasn't. Let's take a seat. My feet are killing me. Agt. Tantei: I think I saw a bench back where we left the Site. Sounds of footsteps continue. After a few minutes, they halt, followed by slight rustling. Ms. Lauraine: Prefer to stand? Agt. Tantei: Uhh, yeah. Ms. Lauraine: Suit yourself. Several seconds of silence. Ms. Lauraine: (clears throat) We're still in the interview, right? Agt. Tantei: Oh, uh, yeah. On second thought, I think… I think we can end it here. Ms. Lauraine: What, really? But you only asked me two questions, no? You sure about this? Agt. Tantei: Yeah… After thinking a bit, there's not much to ask now to be honest. Besides, you seem fine enough with how people have been treating you, so there's not really much of a point to do this whole thing. Uh, don't worry though. I'll talk with Human Resources and convince them about this. Ms. Lauraine: That's reassuring to hear. Agt. Tantei: Oh, one more thing before I forget. Do you mind if I take your photo? Ms. Lauraine: Hm? What for? Agt. Tantei: For the duration of the investigation, I actually need to take photographs for evidence and record keeping purposes. Y'know, just in case something happens and all that. I only got the camera working today so I was hoping you would be- Ms. Lauraine: Ah, I see. Yeah, sure. Feel free. Do I need to pose for it or…? Agt. Tantei: No no, this is fine. Uhh… cheese? Sound of camera shuttering, and the white of the polaroid photo being processed. Agt. Tantei: There we go. Ms. Lauraine: Can I see? Agt. Tantei: Sure. Oh, wait… Looks like your eyes were closed. Uh, do you wanna redo it? I'm fine if- Ms. Lauraine: Nah. This is perfect. You'll be putting it in the file, right? Agt. Tantei: Definitely. <END LOG> Addendum 7434-7, Containment Class Reclassification: On the 29th of September, 2017, Agent Muchina Tantei officially closed his investigation into the SCP-7434 case, and proclaimed that no further action is deemed necessary to be taken by the Department of Human Resources. Site-400's administration was ultimately given permission to draft their own version of SCP-7434's containment procedures, with oversight from Ms. Lauraine herself. As such, the Chelovek-class was removed, and SCP-7434 was redesignated as Safe. Its main file will be updated accordingly. Open File Photo? Close File Photo? Ms. Lauraine in Site-400's courtyard. Photo taken by Agent Tantei. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7434" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7434. Licensed under CC-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: Lauraine.jpg Name: Kitten On A Bench Looking At Me Author DanaTentis License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: Pixabay Footnotes 1. Chelovek: The anomaly is currently under the scrutiny of the Human Resources Department. |
SCP-7435 | safe | Item#: 7435 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-7435 instance Item #: SCP-7435 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7435 instances are to be contained in a specialized biodome, 30 meters across and 10 meters tall, built at its original location near █████, New Hampshire. The biodome for SCP-7435 is to be equipped with an air filter system and a roof that lets UV light in, making it a suitable place for SCP-7435's growth. A Syrphidae1 colony, overseen by the Foundation and unable to reproduce, is to be used for regulated pollination. Constant monitoring of the biodome is to be carried out through a variety of sensors, all under Foundation personnel supervision. To ensure site security and restrict unauthorized entry, a controlled perimeter is to be implemented, extending 100 meters from the site boundary. This perimeter is to be defined by fencing, equipped with fabricated biohazard warning signs, to act as an effective deterrent. Personnel entering the biodome are required to wear protective suits with enhanced filtration to safeguard against SCP-7435-1. Should any individual be exposed to SCP-7435-1, they are to be administered a Class-B amnestic immediately following the onset of cognitive alterations characteristic of the initial stage of the third phase of post-exposure syndrome. To conduct research on SCP-7435, approval from at least two Level 4 staff members is needed beforehand. Description: SCP-7435 refers to an anomalous subspecies of the plant Caltha palustris2. This subspecies is differentiated from its non-anomalous counterpart by its unique pollen, designated SCP-7435-1, which exhibits a grayish-blue hue under a microscope. Morphologically, SCP-7435 specimens typically measure 10–30 cm in height and weigh approximately 5–9 grams, closely resembling standard Caltha palustris in appearance, with rounded green leaves and bright yellow flowers. SCP-7435 is endemic to the area it is located in, which is █████, New Hampshire. The anomalous effects manifest when a subject inhales SCP-7435-1. The progression of post-SCP-7435-1 exposure sickness is divided into three distinct stages: Stage 1 Stage 1 Initial exposure to SCP-7435-1 leads to symptoms akin to a severe allergic reaction, lasting approximately 48 hours. These symptoms include rhinitis, conjunctivitis, and, in some cases, asthma-like respiratory distress. Stage 2 Stage 2 Following this period, individuals exposed to SCP-7435-1, henceforth referred to as SCP-7435-2, experience a secondary phase characterized by acute retrograde amnesia. During this phase, lasting approximately 8 hours, SCP-7435-2 subjects lose all personal memories, though their procedural and semantic memory faculties remain intact. This results in significant identity disturbance, as subjects are unable to recall personal information such as their name, personal history, and relationships. During this phase, the subjects remain in a catatonic state. Stage 3 Stage 3 The third and final stage of post-exposure to SCP-7435-1 is characterized by a rapid3 and agonizing cognitive shift4 in subjects designated SCP-7435-2. During this phase, these subjects acquire an entire set of memories belonging to another individual, often located in close vicinity to the SCP-7435-2 instance. The memory transfer is so complete that the affected individuals firmly believe they are the person from whom the memories originated, resulting in significant psychological turmoil. Predominantly, SCP-7435-2 subjects develop an overriding urge to locate and eliminate the person whose memories they have received, labeling them as a 'duplicate.' Following the successful elimination of this perceived 'duplicate' and the subsequent interment of their remains, SCP-7435-2 subjects experience [DATA EXPUNGED], leading to a permanent morphological change where they assume the physical form of the memory source. This alteration is non-reversible. Following these events, SCP-7435-2 instances seamlessly integrate into the family unit of the memory donor, exhibiting behavior indistinguishable from the original individual. This undetectable substitution allows the instance to effectively replace the victim without arousing suspicion from other family members. Research has indicated that the administration of Class-B amnestics offers a viable remediation for the effects of SCP-7435-1. Class-B amnestics are known for erasing the most recently formed memories first, and it has been observed that the anomalous memories induced by SCP-7435-1 do not follow a standard distribution pattern, instead centering around the initial moment of memory implantation. Consequently, the targeted application of Class-B amnestics5 effectively nullifies these implanted memories, but the previous memories can't be restored with current technology. SCP-7435 was identified on May 25th, 20██, after a pattern of missing persons and peculiar behavior in a community near SCP-7435's location. Local reports from the hospital and law enforcement of sudden amnesia and catatonia6, along with frequent running away from the hospital by patients with these symptoms prompted a Foundation investigation, leading to the discovery of SCP-7435 instances at a nearby field. This was linked to the anomalous incidents. All persons involved were amnesticized, and people living in close proximity to SCP-7435's location were rehoused and amnesticized, as per standard procedures. The field was tested and showed no anomalous properties. Addendum 7435-A Interview with an SCP-7435-2 instance Interviewed: D-9273, now designated SCP-7435-2 Interviewer: Dr. ████ Foreword: The subject, a D-Class personnel, was exposed to SCP-7435-1 and is currently in the late second phase of its effects. The subject displays confusion and a lack of memory regarding their past, consistent with the effects of SCP-7435-1 exposure. <Begin Log, 10:45 AM> Dr. ████: Good morning SCP-7435-2. Could you describe your current state of well-being? SCP-7435-2: Where am I!? This doesn't make any sense. I don't know this place. Dr. ████: Can you recall anything about your experience after encountering SCP-7435-1? SCP-7435-2: I don’t remember anything! Why can't I remember!? SCP-7435-2 becomes more agitated. Security guards intervene and administer sedatives to ensure the safety of all parties. SCP-7435-2 calms down. Dr. ████: We administered sedatives to ensure everyone's safety, including yours. It's a standard procedure when someone shows signs of agitation. SCP-7435-2: I'm sorry, I just… I felt really scared and confused. Dr. ████: Are you able to recall any aspects of your identity or past events? SCP-7435-2: No, it's just empty. Nothing about who I am. Dr. ████: What is your assessment of your current situation? SCP-7435-2: It's disorienting. I don't understand what's happening.. Dr. ████: Since awakening here, have you experienced any unusual compulsions or urges? SCP-7435-2: No. Dr. ████: Are there any physical discomforts or abnormalities you're experiencing? SCP-7435-2: Nothing physical. Dr. ████: Thank you for your cooperation. We will provide assistance to help you navigate through this. <End Log, 11:02 AM> Closing Statement: The morning after the interview, SCP-7435-2 entered Stage 3 of the post-SCP-7435-1 exposure sickness. The subject became agitated and attempted to escape containment, resulting in self-harm and subsequent death due to head injuries. Enhanced containment and constant surveillance are advised for all SCP-7435-2 instances to prevent similar events. Addendum 7435-B Neurological progression during the cognitive shift Average neurological progression during Stage 3 of post-SCP-7435-1 exposure sickness: 0:00: Transition begins. Subject is asymptomatic. 1:42: Increased hippocampal activity; end of retrograde amnesia. 5:01: Prefrontal cortex activity rises, affecting personality and decision-making. 6:39: Subject experiences extreme pain, marking stage 3 onset. 7:50: Temporal lobe activity spikes, indicating external memory integration commencement. 10:42: Temporal lobes reach peak activity, signifying intense memory integration phase. 12:20: Elevated synaptic plasticity, suggesting significant neural reorganization for memory integration. 15:07: Behavioral changes align with new memories, despite persistent pain. 18:43: Temporal lobe activity normalizes; pain reduction begins. 21:02: Synaptic plasticity decreases, signaling the end of neural reorganization. 23:59: Subject fully adopts implanted identity, with pain subsiding. 25:00: Neurological state stabilizes, indicating complete identity integration and pain cessation. Footnotes 1. Commonly known as hoverfly 2. Commonly known as marsh marigold. 3. Duration is approximately 25 minutes. 4. Refer to Addendum 7435-B for detailed observations. 5. They should be administered right after the stage 3 cog. shift, as stated in the special containment procedures 6. Hospital records showed that as many as 56 people were admitted with these symptoms. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7435" by anguished2k, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7435. Licensed under CC-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: MarshMar Name: Marsh Marigold (Caltha palustris) Author: Phil Sellens License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://flic.kr/p/9vWjA7 |
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